Paul Gable - The family_s loving pet

"Oh no, no…"

As the throbbing in her cunt continued, as the dog kept licking her ankles, moving his tongue up at times to divide her soppy cuntlips, Shari felt more and more inclined to let him have his way.

"Oh, bad dog," she whispered, rubbing her thighs together.

Cunt-juice was running down her thighs now as Bodego whimpered and whined around her. His claws pattered over the tiled kitchen floor while his tongue slipped up and down over the backs of her thighs. What was she doing? What on earth could she be thinking of? Shari found herself bending down, pressing her knees against the cabinet beneath the sink while holding tightly onto the counter. She was lowering her ass, wagging it back and forth. It was shameless, degrading!

It was dream-like. The fuzzy thick darkness surrounding her, the silvered unreality of the garden outside, the stillness except for Bodego's sloppy tongue licking her body, it was more a dream than reality.

"Touch me, Bodego… yesss, ohhhh… oh yes, lick me."

She kept whispering those awful things, telling the dog to do all sorts of things to her while she held tightly to the sink. Then, as she lowered her ass again, she felt Bodego's tongue stiffen and actually enter her cunt! The sudden penetration of her pussy, that sudden sensation of his hot wet tongue inside her cunt, brought a fiery shiver that spread quickly over her. She choked down a cry, digging her nails against the smooth porcelain sink.

"Uhhhh…"

Here in the kitchen, her mother's kitchen, she was letting this thing happen. What would her mother say if she could see her daughter now, holding on for dear life while Bodego was licking her off, attacking her in this way? She thought of Wendy – her experienced cousin. Had she ever done anything like this before? Had she opened her legs like this, dipping and plunging her cunt around, teasing a dog, arousing him to lick her harder? Shari doubted that she had. Wendy had confined her experiences to boys – and even those weren't as numerous as Shari had first thought. Her cousin was a free-lover, but not a slut. Only a whore or a slut would consider doing something like this, looking for satisfaction from an animal when she couldn't find a man around.

"OH, wrong, wrong," Shari whispered, closing her eyes as the animal kept licking her ass.

Shari dipped her ass again. She moved her thighs tightly together, increasing the throbbing and pulsing of her clit. That hot dampness increased. A streak of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. She wanted to stop. Surely the dog's excited panting and whining and her own gasps would arouse someone from their sleep in the house. They'd come down to investigate and find her with Bodego.

"Cummmmm…"

Shari closed her eyes, wagging her ass harder, feeling her cuntlips sliding against one another, feeling more juice frothing and bubbling out of her slit, oozing down her thighs. Bodego wedged his head between her legs, tilting it up so he could lick at the pungent-smelling juice that flowed from her cunt.

"No, no, it's wrong… somehow it's wrong," Shari gasped.

She forced herself away from the sink, then staggered back to the refrigerator. She clutched at the door handle, supporting herself while pressing her forehead against the cool door surface. How weak she'd become!

"Stop it!"

Bodego was behind her, whimpering, licking behind her knees, rubbing his body against her sensuously, trying to get her to open her thighs again. She could never do that again. It was something that had happened accidentally. She was horny. The dog was obviously horny. He could go outside tomorrow and find himself some bitch to take out his frustrations on. Shari wasn't going to be his bitch.

She pushed herself away from the refrigerator, her legs stumbling over one another as she rushed for the living room. Hot or not, she had to get back to the bedroom.

"Oh!"

In her confusion Shari bumped against one of the endtables. She saw the large porcelain lamp teetering back and forth dangerously.

If it fell, her mother would awaken, would come down the stairs and find her like this with the dog. How could she explain it?

Shari stretched out both hands and steadied the lamp, losing her balance as a result. She reeled forward, pitching across a low-backed stuffed chair and landing face-first on the carpeted floor.

"Ohhhhh!"

The girl lay there on her belly, her hands at her sides, listening for the slightest indication that her fall had awakened someone. No, there were only the sounds of her breathing and Bodego's.

Bodego! He was still with her. And now she was flat on the floor, prostrate, ready for him to…

"No!"

But it was too late. The dog was on her in a flash, his forepaws on her thighs. Shari groaned, twisting her head around and biting into her left upper arm. She couldn't crawl away now without causing a noisy scene. Stretching one hand forward, the girl grabbed at the carpeting, clawing at the piling while the animal started nuzzling his snout into her sweaty buttcrack.

"Uhhhhh…"

Shari closed her eyes, breathing heavily through her flared nostrils. How good, how awfully good it was to feel something that warm, that fuzzy and that wet slipping in and out of her asscrack! He was tonguing her there, licking up her perspiration, growling with frustration because he couldn't get at her cunt.

"Nooo…"

Shari bit her arm again, trying to keep her mouth shut. She was close to the stairway. Any sounds she made would carry up there to the hall. Even through the closed doors her mother or Wendy might hear something that would arouse their suspicions. Back there in the kitchen Shari might have been able to lie her way through the situation. But here, spread out belly-down on the living room floor with the Airedale on top of her, Shari would be unable to hide the truth.

"Stop it… ughhh!"

There was no way to stop him. The only way was for Shari to see this thing through. Once Bodego was satisfied, once he got what he wanted, then he would slip off and leave her alone. Shari rolled over onto her ass. Bodego backed away. Shari felt the thick piling tickling her assflesh as she worked her butt from side to side. The dog moved between her knees, his ears pricked forward, his stubby tall wagging with delight while his nostrils quivered. He was smelling her, sniffing at her hot, wet cunt! Somehow that knowledge excited Shari even more. Gradually, slowly, she raised her legs, pulling her knees back, spreading them.

"Ohhhhhhh, good dog," she whispered, raising her head to see what was happening.

He was licking her thighs now, moving closer and closer to the juice-soaked tangled thatch of her cunthairs. He was whimpering again, whimpering with pleasure. Somehow it excited the hell out of Shari to know that Bodego was enjoying himself, that he enjoyed smelling her cunt, tasting her pussy, making oral love to her.

"Unhhh!"

He was licking her all over – her ass, her thighs, and now her cunt. It was marvelous, wonderful, something that made her want to scream down the walls. Instead she covered her mouth with both hands, moaning into her fingers, wiggling her ass all over the floor while the animal went crazy.

"Yesss!" she hissed.

The dog growled, backing away slightly, then opening his powerful jaw. Shari looked down, saw those sharp white teeth glistening in the dark and shivered.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

He was going crazy. He was going mad. Bodego was nipping along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. The wild sensation drove Shari insane. She dropped back to the floor, curling her fingers into fists and pounding them against the carpeting. Her back arched, her shoulders digging into the piling while the animal kept feeding on her hot, juicy cunt.

"Ummmmmmmn…"

The heat between her thighs was growing more and more intense. Shari rolled her head from side to side, jerking her body as if someone were touching her with cattle prods. The backs of her legs rubbed over the rug while she stretched forward now and locked her hands behind the Airedale's head.