Paul Gable: Mom_s licking pet

"No! Down Rex! Bad boy!"

Joyce Wilson slapped down at the large gray and white German Shepherd, backing up until her buttocks were pressed against the sink's edge. What on earth was wrong with that animal? He had been rubbing strangely against her leg while she was sitting at the table sipping coffee, licking her ankles, pawing at her thighs. Joyce had noticed that strange behavior growing worse during the past few weeks.

"Maybe he's hungry," she said to herself, brushing away several stray blonde hairs from her face and glancing at the wall clock. A shudder passed through her cunt, taking her breath away, forcing her to hold tightly onto the edge of that sink.

"Damn, damn!"

That awful, tingling itch! It was getting worse, intensified by this big dog! Oh, she should have listened to her good friend Ann Dennis and bought a gun for protection. That damned animal was more trouble than he was worth. First, he ate Joyce and her daughter Debbie out of house and home. Second, he kept chewing up things, grabbing hold of their panties or nylons and running around the house with them in his powerful jaws. Days later Joyce would find her underclothes torn to shreds or stuffed under the couch or living room coffee table. When she picked them up the woman felt a strange tremor race through her body, seeming to concentrate in her cunt. Why should she feel nervous, aroused when she touched that shredded piece of clothing?

For a while Joyce simply pushed such thoughts and questions out of her mind. She had more important things to do. After her husband Brad had died in that automobile accident four years ago, Joyce had had her hands full in raising Debbie. Thank God the insurance plus early pension took care of most of the expenses. But still there were bills a part-time job could not pay for.

"Stop it!"

Rex was lapping the soft spot behind her knee. Joyce closed her eyes, biting down her lower lip, fighting down the electric-like surges of lust spasming through her pussy. It was so hot, so wet, so mushy down there between her legs! Why was she breathing so hard? Her chest was tight while her mouth turned dry as cotton! As she moved away from the sink counter she gasped, feeling the sexy wet rub of her swollen cuntlips against one another. She stopped, sucking in another deep breath, trying to keep her balance. The dog was right behind her, snuffing at her legs, now actually raising the hem of her dress and sniffing up to her… no, it couldn't be happening! Things like that just didn't happen.. at least not to people like her!

"No!"

Joyce's voice broke as she wheeled around and backed up, slapping Rex right on the snout with her hand. The dog barked, shrank back, his tail dropped between his hindquarters. For a wild second Joyce thought he, was going to leap on top of her and tear out her throat. No, she had bought him as a large puppy, had trained him, loved and fed him. Surely the dog wouldn't turn on her, kill her in her own home.

Her slap seemed to cool down the Shepherd. He turned around, whimpering through his nose and trotted off to another part of the large house. Joyce sighed, feeling her muscles grow limp as the animal disappeared for the moment. She ran her icy fingers through her hair, glancing at the wall clock again. Seven-thirty! She had been home from her part-time job at UCLA's graduate library for nearly an hour and she hadn't put dinner on. Debbie would be coming home soon from her volunteer work at the county hospital. Joyce smiled, wiping her forehead with the back of one hand and trying to ignore that concentrated burning itch still making itself felt between her shivering legs. Debbie had become the ideal daughter, helping her out at home, doing well in school, and now helping out in the hospital as a candy-striper. She smiled, glad she had sacrificed so many years to the raising of her daughter. And now… now she was standing in the kitchen, fully dressed, thinking about how lovely the animal's tongue had felt on her thighs!

Dear God, what was happening to her? She staggered to the doorway, holding onto the molding and breathing hard. It had been long? oh so long since a man touched her. During the time since her husband had been killed Joyce sacrificed her own pleasures for those of her daughter. And now she was paying the price for it.

Maybe if I shower, she thought, feeling a little better. The animal wasn't around. The slap she'd given Rex had cooled his ardor for the moment. Afterwards, she'd have to think seriously about giving the dog away. Surely she couldn't be expected to keep a German Shepherd that might try to mount her or her daughter at any second!

Mount! The thought of having that dog coupling with her, of having anything or anyone mounting her, made Joyce shiver with lust. Her pussy was ripe, dripping with juices, swollen at the seams. The hot furry bundle between her legs moved, actually moved like some live little animal as she walked through the darkened livingroom toward the stairs.

When she reached them Joyce stopped, curling her fingers tightly around the handrail and inhaling deeply. She had to stop this nonsense. Nothing was going to happen if she didn't encourage it. The dog couldn't rape her. That was just silly nonsense. And then the woman was aware of two bright eyes shining close to her. Rex was there, watching her, studying her as she swayed drunkenly against the stair handrail.

"Oh, no," she said with a shuddering sigh, closing her eyes and feeling her cunt burning as if someone had poured burning gasoline on it. A rush of wild thoughts spun through her mind. Her daughter wouldn't be home for some time. Who would know if she "slipped" a little and let the animal have his way?

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

How could she have even thought of something like that? This was becoming serious. Perhaps she should go see a doctor, have him prescribe… what? What could he give her, a good hot fuck? Fucking! Yes, that was what she needed, a good lay to take care of all those erotic dreams she'd been having lately.

The dog was swarming around her legs again. She felt his damp nose on her right calf. Then nothing, quickly followed by that awful nose halfway up her right thigh. Her cunt snapped shut like the shell of a clam, clamping down on thin air. Joyce shivered, feeling her clit tremble, pop up and vibrate like a tuning fork. Her flesh crawled while sweat broke out on her forehead and under her arms. She was aroused all right. There was no sense in denying the obvious. What she had to do was get out of there before this flirtation turned into something far 'more serious.

"Back, Rex, let me go!"

Joyce found the strength to start moving, climbing the stairs, panting almost as heavily as the German Shepherd. Oh, how her cuntlips rubbed sexily together as one leg stepped in 'front of the other. Her clit felt like a small burning jewel, glowing so brightly surely the dog could see it under her flowing dress.

"STOP!" she commanded.

Joyce was at the top now. Down the long darkened hallway was her bedroom and the bath. Her bare feet sank comfortably into the thick piling. Yes, she managed to have a nice home for her and her daughter. And now it was being threatened by her sick perversion, this wild thing rising in her, responding to the dog's arousal. She slapped downward again. But Rex was smart, remembering the blow he'd received minutes ago in the kitchen. He ducked back, his tail now sticking straight up in the air and wagging playfully back and forth. Why did the sound of his heavy breathing arouse her so? Why did his presence make her flesh crawl, make her cuntal walls knot up in sexual ties while juice trickled maddeningly through her cuntal thicket? Joyce felt the way she used to feel when Brad called her to bed, his thick-muscled arms draped over the sheets, that knowing smirk on his lips while his dick tented up the sheets between his legs. And now, now she was feeling something similar and with a damned dog!