Ted Stevens - The dog_s girl

But the dog seemed well aware of her condition. He began to scoop at the crack of her ass with his tongue, lapping with the full breadth of the warm organ.

She cried out with startled pleasure when he concentrated on her asshole. "Ahhh! God, it feels so good!"

He probed at the sphincter as if it held special interest for him, and her hips jerked wildly at the fiery lances of excitement that shot through her.

"My God! Oh shit! I didn't know that a dog could make me feel so good!"

She was seized by an insane impulse to spread herself still further open for the amazing tongue. Her hands slid along her calves to grasp her ankles and she swung them as far out to the sides as she could, forming a broad, flat angle with her thighs. She felt the tip of the dog's tongue wedge itself into the tight circle of her asshole and she cried out in low intense tones.

"Aaaiiihhhhh!"

The spasms of a small climax tore at her and she managed to force her feet still closer to the surface of the bed.

"Oh my God! I… I'm awful! I'm wicked! But, oooh, it feels so good!"

He withdrew his tongue from her ass and she sagged, trembling wildly.

"I mustn't! I mustn't let you lick any more! Oh, dear God!" But she knew she could do nothing to stop the fantastic flow of sensations. She was alone with the dog, and no one would ever know the terrible thing she was doing – except for Joey's gang.

The dog resumed his lapping at her cunt, his tongue dabbing briefly at her cuntmouth and then working forward along the bottom of her slit to her clitoris.

She jerked convulsively. "N-no!" she cried sharply.

The dog ignored the command. To her astonishment, he seemed to have closed his lips over the swollen lump of her clit, the tip of his tongue caressing her sensitive nerve. Wild, fierce sensations poured through her and she jerked her legs together. She knew the sensations would become so intense she would involuntarily block the dog's muzzle if he continued. Desperate to prevent herself from prematurely ending her savage pleasure, she pulled her knees against her breasts and hugged the calves of her legs, her muscles stretching agonizingly.

As the dog sucked and caressed, she rocked back and forth.

"Eeyaghhh! Yaighhhh!"

She gulped frantically and her body thrashed in the grip of a powerful orgasm. The dog rested his forepaws on the taut backs of her thighs to steady her heaving ass, and his muzzle remained firmly attached to her clitoris. Through the haze of her helpless spasms, she realized she could tolerate no more of the violent sensations. But in the instant of her realization, the big dog released her tortured clit and began again to lap at her cuntlips.

Her orgasm subsided to a level she could endure, and she grabbed her ankles and assumed the widespread posture she had used before. The dog's tongue dipped to her cuntmouth and scoured the gaping rim. She breathed in heavy, panting sobs of delight while her hips leaped.

And as her second orgasm exploded within her cunt, Betty woke up. She didn't know if it was her dreamlike ecstasy that had gotten her up or whether it was her pet basset hound, Shad, who was so glad to see her that he was joyfully licking her face.

Betty was at first startled, having forgotten that her favorite pet was taken care of in the day by the manager of the apartment building and that he had been put back in her apartment while she had been asleep.

"Hi, Shad," Betty welcomed heartily. "God, how I've missed you." She grabbed his jowly cheeks and kissed him on the muzzle. "If only you had known what I've been through."

Then Betty remembered the dream that she had just had – the big German Shepherd's tongue reaming out her cunt. She reached beneath her nightgown and ran her fingers over her cuntlips – they were wet and moist.

Shad turned his head, uplifting his nose and sniffing the air.

Betty knew what Shad was smelling – the odor of her hot cunt. He had embarrassed her before when she had been roused from her sleep by Shad's sniffing nose around her crotch.

Betty smiled, and her legs parted. She wondered how far Shad would go if, this time, she didn't push his head away from her heated loins.

Shad sniffed at her belly, then his nose nudged away the hem of her nighty.

She looked at Shad's prick. It was still sheathed. A week ago she would have forced Shad's head away from her thighs, but now, as she watched him forage through the forest of her pubic hair, she knew she wanted Shad to lick her cunt, to give her the same kind of orgasm that she had dreamed about only minutes before.

Shad became overeager. The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking opening of Betty's cunt to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled incoherently. She opened her mouth wide and gazed unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.

"Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whimpered in an unbroken stream.

The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the more deeply he probed, the harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it. And each time he transferred a tongue full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the effect was a weird, delicious kind of fucking.

Betty's orgasm came with a blast of incredible pleasure, her cunt contracting in slow, powerful waves and her body tensing to the rhythm.

When Shad extracted his tongue, she pleaded with him. "Don't stop! Not now, Shad! Oh, God, don't stop now!"

His forepaws still rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only stimulus she could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.

"Oh, please! Please, Shad, do it some more! Aiiggh!"

She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh, then she was dimly aware of the fact that he had set it on one side of her waist. A moment later, he moved his other paw to the other side of her waist. He clasped them to her in a manner that seemed a little like a man seizing her waist in his hands. She felt something dancing over the soft membranes that surrounded her cunt and began pleading again.

"Please, Shad! Lick! Stick your tongue in!"

The dancing point of his tongue settled in the opening of her cunt and began to bore inward.

"Ahhhhh! Goooood! Yyyweessss!"

As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed that Shad was no longer using his tongue. She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the open mouth and lolling tongue inches above her breasts. She stared unbelievingly, still shaking in the grip of her climax and jerking furiously in response to the delirious pleasure of the entering object.

"Shad!" she gasped. "Shad! Unhhh! You're…you're fucking me!"

There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid dog-cock that was sliding rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she overcome her body's response to the entering prick. She clutched her ankles fiercely and forced them further apart while the heavy cock surged in rapid, hard thrusts. The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her cunt, and she felt the inner end stretching to accommodate the cock's entire length.

When she was already becoming alarmed at the fantastic penetration, she felt a fat, hard bulge pressing at her cuntmouth. "Oh shit!" she whispered. "What's that!"

Shad thrust brutally at her, driving the enormous knob in as if it were a blunt wedge, and she felt it pop past the lips of her cunt.

"Ohhh! Ahhh!" She exhaled with a shudder.

The sheath of Shad's cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff bristles stabbing her viciously. The great dog jerked at her with his forepaws, banging her against the base of his cock as his rump pounded his cock deeper.

Wild-eyed and terribly frightened, Betty let go of her ankles and grabbed Shad's ruff. "Dear God, Betty!" she exclaimed to herself. "You've gone too far! You're really getting fucked now, and it's nobody's fault but your own." Her voice broke in a jerky sob.