David Crane - The newlywed neighbors

As they continued to make small talk, Kate trying to not be quite so seductive, Siegfried moved back and forth, padding his great forepaws on the rug. His keen sense of smell noticed an increasing of the woman's arousal, and he wondered why he was being made to sit and submit himself to this torture. Her feminine odor was wafting against his nostrils, and he wanted nothing more than to press his long nose tightly against her aromatic pussy. He made a little impatient whine, which went unnoticed by both Martin and Kate, and his ears drooped. He knew he had to wait for the signal before he did anything, but there was an aching in his animal loins that would not go away. In fact, it was getting stronger. For some reason, his master was just talking to this pretty woman. At least if her clothes were off, he would know that sooner or later, he would get a chance to drive his long thick tongue deeply into the seething sluice of her cunt. But neither one appeared to notice him.

Finally, he could stand it no longer. He knew that he might be punished for what he was about to do, but all his discipline and training was fast fading. He had to act and act fast!

Getting to his feet, he slowly walked over to where Kate was sitting on the couch and stood up on his hind legs, his strong forepaws pressing tightly against her swollen breasts for support. Then he lashed out with his tongue, swiping it in a friendly manner.

"Ooooooohhhhh…" Kate said, at first startled, and then, realizing that the dog was just being friendly, relieved and suddenly playful.

Siegfried gave her smooth, flawless face several laps with his thick, damp tongue, and Kate set her can of Coke down on the small end table.

She took his great, furry head between her hands and scratched him behind his ears.

"Siegfried!" Martin said in a mock scolding voice. He knew that the amazing dog had been going through sheer hell, and that it was only a matter of time before he would finally make his move. He had been counting on something like this, and he made only a feeble effort to pull the huge dog away from her. Having the weight of the dog pressing against her caused Kate to sit back, and her legs reflexively opened to maintain her balance. The aroused dog was not going to be stopped merely by the voice of his master now. He lowered himself to the floor and, seeing that the pretty woman's legs were now spread, he inched his face forward.

Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. His long tongue shot out as far as he could make it go at the heat he could sense emanating from the crevice between her thighs. He felt some relief, but also some frustration as the fleshy, wet organ pressed tightly up against her panties. He tasted that they were soaked with the flowing juices of the desire he had noticed rising from her, and he stabbed at the cloth covering her crotch as though his life depended on it.

The effect on Kate was as if she had been touched there by a live wire.

Every thought in her mind seemed to come to a sudden halt. She couldn't have been more surprised if Martin had just lunged for her, but she also couldn't have been more aroused if her own husband had placed his hand there, against the cum-soaked nylon of her skimpy panties. She stiffened in amazement and drew in a sharp, hissing breath, momentarily forgetting that Martin was sitting in the room with her as the dog's insistent tongue, in its desperate desire to enter her cunt, actually slipped up under one elastic leg band and came into direct contact with her passion-flushed vaginal lips.

Her hazel eyes wide open in complete shock, she looked down, stunned at the intensity of her reaction to this strange mind. Her own control over her body was slipping away from her as she felt Siegfried's tongue again slip under a panty leg-band and slither hotly, wetly, into her cuntal sluice!

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh…" she breathed as all her breath left her body in one mighty rush, and she tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent the dog from continuing. "Siegfried… Martin…!!" She turned a passion-flushed face to the man who was sitting on the other end of the couch, wanting him to pull the great dog away from her, and actually wishing that he wouldn't. The thought of having Siegfried lick her there, between her legs, was not as bad to her as actually having another man watch him doing it.

"No… no… no…" she gasped, trying to find the strength to do what she knew she had to do.

She was further shocked to see that Martin was merely smiling at her, and as he spoke to her, his voice sounded as though he were a million miles away. "Siegfried really likes you, Kate. And it looks like you really like him!"

She couldn't believe he'd said that, but again, Siegfried made a stab with his tongue against her wet, seething pussy under her skirt, and her mind was completely washed clean of any rational thought.

"I… I… I…" she stammered, trying to think of something to say, and failing completely. Her shame was that of having someone watching her while this dog licked desperately at her vagina. She wanted to scream… to simply reach down and remove his head from between her thighs.

But she couldn't! Each keening stab he made with his hot, damp tongue against her needing cunt drained her strength and will, and she was helpless to move.

Taking his can of Coke with him, Martin came to a standing position. "I think you'll just have to let Siegfried have his way," he said in a calm rational voice. Inwardly, he was jumping for glee. In no time, Kate would be ripping her clothes off and letting Siegfried get at her cunt with no sweat. And after Siegfried was done with her, he was going to take his turn! Things were working out pretty nicely.

Kate pulled her hips back, breaking the contact the dog's tongue made with her cunt. She felt a bit of her strength returning to her, and she tried to regain her sense of composure.

"You mean… I… I should… I should just strip and let… let this dog… aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!" she wailed out again as Siegfried moved into position and again shot his tongue out against Kate's passion-flooded pussy lips. That was the final straw. The frustration caused by her husband had finally reached a breaking point, and, as Siegfried's long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles searing through her aroused body, she knew that she couldn't help herself. It would serve Mark right if he came home and found her being licked by a dog while their neighbor watched. In fact, the whole idea of Mark actually seeing her like that would probably teach him a lesson.

Somehow, with her mind now made up, she found the strength to tear her blouse from her chest, popping all the buttons in her haste to get naked. She didn't care that a near stranger was watching her doing this. She didn't care that a dog was giving her such incredible pleasure. All that mattered was the pleasure itself, and she was going to take full advantage of it, come what may.

Her full, sensuous breasts spilled to either side as they were freed from their confining garment, and before she could find the side zipper of her skirt the dog's darting pink tongue flickered over her still-covered loins once again, taking the breath from her lungs. She drew her legs up and spread them, letting the bottom hem of her skirt ride all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her panty-covered pussy to the dog's skillfully lashing tongue. Was this actually happening? she thought to herself. Could this be real, and not just a strange dream? Again and again she thought that the very least she could do was ask Martin to leave. No one but her parents and her husband had ever seen her naked!

But her body would not listen to the reasoning of her mind. This was the pleasure that had been denied her all day… the pleasure she had so desperately wanted, that had been so cruelly withheld from her by her husband. What difference did it make that Martin would see her??