Paul Gable - Mom_s licking pet

"Oh God, no, no!" she cried.

She put both hands to her face, pressing the tips of her fingers against her forehead. She was sinking into depravity, feeling what even the lowest whore in Hollywood rarely felt. Gathering strength once more, the woman dropped her hands and started walking briskly down the corridor. Rex was behind her, finally moving between her swiftly moving legs and bumping the underside of her cuntal mound. Joyce gasped, turning and trying to kick at him. But the German Shepherd backed away again, swirling behind her easily. Suddenly the woman felt his hot breath on her inner thighs. It was so strange, making her feel giddy.

She fell against the wall, her right shoulder sliding down. No, she couldn't fall to the floor. Then she would be vulnerable. That awful dog could do what he wanted then, fuck her like… oh, yes, fuck her like the bitch she was!

Desperately Joyce fought to keep herself upright, digging her nails in the soft plaster while straightening her knees. He was just a dog. Perhaps he was a little more playful than usual, but he was still only a dog. Perhaps he didn't know what he was really doing. Perhaps this was all in her mind. She had to climb into the shower, turn on that icy water once more and direct the spray at her pussy. That would end any feelings of lust for a while.

"Rex, get… back!" she ordered.

The darkened hallway spun around like a tunnel in some ride. He pressed behind her, licking her now, lapping at the softness behind each knee. Oh, how good it felt to have something warm and wet touching her like that, sending rays of goodness flashing through her belly and into her pussy pit. Joyce folded her hands over her waist and pressed hard against her belly. She doubled over slightly, gasping for breath, feeling her nipples scratching deliciously against the stiff material of her bra. For another wild moment the woman thought of taking off her clothes, of lying down there in the dark corridor and letting Rex lick her. She'd heard of some women who did that. Were they any better than she? They were probably alone, frustrated, without men. They raised dogs to service them the way others hired gigolos to… ohhhh, what was she thinking of? That was horrible, sick! Of course she wouldn't let Rex touch her that way.

A strange buzzing echoed in her ear as Joyce staggered down the hall, her hands stretched in front of her. She stumbled forward like a blind woman, the dog swirling between her legs, making walking difficult.

"Ohhhhhh, Rex!" she moaned.

It was so strange. The animal's nose was shoved hotly against her cuntal mound again. She could feel the nylon of her panties being shoved up between her puffy labes. It felt so delicious having that wet silky material rubbing against all the folds and hollows of her pussy. And behind it she could feel the softness of the dog's snout, feel his breath shuddering against her cut.

Why was she so weak? Her body was trembling as if someone had attached an electric wire to it. That wonderful swelling ball of sexual heat in her belly told her she was approaching orgasm. Could it be possible? What could she think of herself if she were to cum with the dog? How could she possibly look at herself in the mirror, knowing she had… done that awful, terrible thing?

"This is horrible!" she gasped, her words sounding lost in that large dark hallway.

She could smell herself now, actually smell her cunt as the juices flowed from her hot, hairy hole. The dog seemed to like that odor. She could feel him trembling against one leg, could hear his breathing catch, then become more shallow, more rapid as he licked deliciously at her pussy. Why should she stop him? They were alone. The house was dark.

"Unghhhhhhh!" she groaned.

This was all an unfortunate accident. He was a dog, an animal that couldn't help itself. How could she hate him, want to kill him?

"Bad doggie, bad… ughhhhhh…"

The animal's tongue lapped noisily, deliciously at her crotch. Joyce felt the damp nylon being stretched away from her cunt, felt the surface of the dog's hot tongue graze one exposed cuntlip. Gasping from the unreal tickle, Joyce shoved her hands down to cover the exposed membranes. Rex kept on, licking at her fingers, wetting down her trembling, whitened knuckles.

"No, no, you… you just can't…"

She turned back, raising one hand high in the air. Surely he would back down with the threat of another blow to the snout.

But instead the big German Shepherd just stood there, his glowing eyes staring up at her, his sides heaving in and out while his breath wheezed through his nostrils. In the dark Joyce could see his long, hot tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. How she trembled, how she actually lusted after that… that wonderful animal!

Rex went right through her defenses. He was under her, pressing up, his paws scratching almost painfully at her legs. Joyce found herself backed into a corner, her legs pushed apart, her skirt rising up, up to her waist while the dog was leaning heavily against her. There was a sudden, scalding pressure as his powerful tongue peeled her cuntlips apart. That touch almost brought the gasping woman to her knees! The animal was growling low in his throat, his eyes glittering like glowing coals. One wet lick rubbed over her clit. Joyce's knees shook, threatened to bend completely while the woman bit blood from her bottom lip. What was she letting happen? Had she lost her mind completely? It was a dog, a god-damned dog! Nothing seemed real any more. She thought once again of those women who let dogs lick them off. She had heard vulgar jokes about that sort of thing,. something men made up to degrade the image of women.

Rex pressed harder. She felt her buttocks press tightly against the wall. There was nowhere for her to run. She was in the supposed safety of her own home. And yet there was no way the terrified, confused woman could get this animal off her.

"Oh, stop, stop… ', she pleaded.

If only she could get to the bathroom, her bedroom, somewhere where she could close the door and lock in behind her. But her body refused to respond to her will. Instead Joyce remained propped up against the wall, her head rolling from side to side while the dog was bracing his forepaws against her chest, then sliding back down and sticking his nose up her skirt and mouthing her pussy.

"Please…"

It was silly. Why should she think the dog could understand her cries, her pleas. She felt her asscheeks rubbing from side to side against the wall. Oh, she was actually encouraging the dog to lick her, increasing the. friction by moving her thighs. Somehow she managed to get the strength to raise her hand another time. She pushed herself forward, staggered awkwardly toward the bathroom. Again she felt his body bump hers, felt his tongue lapping at her ankles. It was becoming so hard for her to breathe!

Somehow she managed to get to her bedroom, holding onto the door, then swinging in.

Before Joyce managed to shut the door Rex bounded in, scampering around her ankles once more.

The woman held her hands to her head again, sobbing, trying to figure out a way she could escape this terrible animal.

"No, no!" she protested.

She backed away, the backs of her legs hit-ting the bed. Toppling backward, her hands flung to either side, Joyce landed squarely on her ass and back on the large king-sized bed. Rex was on top of her in a second, his snout pushing up her hem, his legs braced between her widely splayed thighs.

Why should she try to fight it any more? He would only keep pursuing her until she had to throw him out of the house. It was dark, they were alone. The only sounds in the big house now were her heavy breathing and the German Shepherd's steady cunt lapping.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned.

Now that she had abandoned herself to the licking, Joyce found her ass moving from side to side over the wooly cover. Her fingers clawed at the bedspread, her arms still stretched out crucifixion style from her body. Yes, it was wonderful, one wet surface rubbing against another. She couldn't be expected just to lie there without feeling anything. She was human, a woman who hadn't had any kind of sexual stimulation for nearly four years. And now that wonderful snout was shoved up tight against her cunt. Even if it was a dog's mouth it still felt soooo good. For a moment, Joyce had the distinct impression she was losing her mind.