Elizabeth Watson - The doggie doctor

Backing up a little, she levered her body around her weight was balanced on her knees and elbows, then slithered forward, her hips arching up as her torso dipped and extended, her head, shoulders and arms wedging into the restricted space. With her chin touching the floor, she shifted slightly, bringing most of her weight onto her left elbow as her right hand groped for the elusive puppy. Her fingers touched his front leg, and he pulled back, yelping.

Damn! "Come on puppy!"

One again transferring her weight, Mimi eased it off her elbow and onto her chest, making it possible to scoot another three, perhaps four inches forward. With her hips guiding her actions, she inched forward on her flatly mashed breasts until she felt the small of her back wedge against the edge of the bed frame. She could go no further, unless she began all over again and slithered back under on her belly.

Carefully then, for now she could see not at all, she began searching blindly with her fingers for the fluff of puppy fur, inching them along the bare floor, right arm fully extended, moving slowly in an arc from right to left. Her fingers touched something soft and warm and again it huddled closer to the wall and out of her reach.

Careful, now, she thought, easy does it. Don't scare the pup. Slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers crept over the floor, her senses tuned for the slightest contact with the warm fur.

Suddenly, like snapping whip, her head banged up against the bedsprings and her torso shot forward, wedging her helplessly between bed and floor.

She had experienced a warm touch all right, but not with her fingers – with her half naked, lewdly displayed buttocks! Something warm was nuzzling between her helplessly spread thighs!

She was hopelessly trapped, wedged between floor and bed, and her roommate's dog-lover was sniffing between the cleft of her upthrust buttocks, his warm wet nose rooting obscenely there!

Oh God! That damned dog! After the performance she had witnessed this afternoon, there was no doubt in her mind what he wanted. Perhaps if she remained motionless he would become bored and go away.

So, teeth gritting, she did her best to remain still, but every touch of the dog's nose sent a fresh shiver of fright racing along her spine. What kind of madness was this? She couldn't cry out for help… that would be rather silly. She'd never be able to look that arrogant Ed or snide Carrie in the eye again if they found her like this.

She shivered anew as the dog's moistly quivering tongue suddenly lashed out, licking the sensitive folds of her helplessly proffered vagina. Her whole body tensed and she wiggled her buttocks, but he wouldn't budge. She tried again and in response he growled, softly but menacingly.

She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing to do but remain still and wait for the frightening beast to go way!

Again his tongue licked over her puckered anal crevice, licking up tinder the ragged edges of her cut-offs, coursing down over the fleshy ridges of her quivering pussy that pouted out beneath in succulent folds, still fragrant with this afternoon's love juice.

She shuddered in abject horror as the animal licked her crotch from one end to the other and he showed no signs of stopping.

Like the lashing tongue of a lizard, the dog's rough tongue licked again and again at the moist warm juiciness of the trapped woman's vaginal cleft, and she found herself quaking from his savage contact – not from fear but from something she suddenly couldn't control, a strange sort of primitive excitement that emanated from deep within her near naked cunt.

What's happening to me? What's going on inside my body? First I let that awful Dobkins lick me down there and I begged him not to stop, and now I'm feeling the same way from a dog licking me!

The dog's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris as it slithered up under her shorts; he lapped at the tangy tasty wetness of her narrow slit. Mimi's belly was knotted to the breaking point and she strained to hold back a tortured, relief-giving scream.

I can't stand anymore! I can't!

Hungrily, the dog's lapping tongue snaked deep between the soft pliable lips of her moistly seeping cunt, the rough tip brushing over her pulsing clitoris now and then, each time sending a convulsive shiver racing along her tightly clenched cuntal furrow.

His hot probing tongue wormed up into the warmly trembling entrance to the mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping at the warm wetness deep inside her grasping pussy walls. Her body was shivering out of control… she didn't know how much more of this she could take before he licked her to orgasm. Then suddenly she knew… none.

"Oh, no! Oh no…! Ohhhhhh!"

She clenched her teeth to muffle her deep throaty moan, then lay there, heaving convulsively in the dying throes of her sudden overpowering orgasm.

After a moment the huge dog left and painfully Mimi backed out from under the bed.

From the doorway Carrie watched amusedly. Her sweet approach this afternoon would pay off, and if she could get to this young lovely before Ed did, she could have them both.

"My… what kind of problems are you having, Mimi?" a syrupy voice breathed femininely as Mimi struggled shakily to her feet, "and so appreciative of our well trained stud's talents, too…" she chuckled.

The young coed spun around to face the open doorway and her amused woman who's stinging words prompted Mimi to gasp in denial, but before the thoughts could be put into words, her climax-weakened knees betrayed her and she struggled awkwardly to prevent herself from falling, instead bumping the bed and flopping backward onto it.

"Are you okay?" asked the svelte brunette, hurrying across the room.

Mimi blinked, looking up into the pixie face of the dimpled woman whose eyes now registered what appeared to be genuine concern. "No… I don't think so… but the pup's still under there… hiding…" she mumbled, trying to make a suitable excuse.

The other woman's hand touched her brow, brushing the disheveled hair back from her eyes. "Sure?" she asked concernedly.

"Sure…" Mimi answered.

The light touch of the woman's fingers moved away from her forehead – moved to trace along the line of her cheek and then down along her throat and onto the bold line formed by her heaving breasts.

"N-No… please… don't…" Mimi choked out. Not again! Not another assault on her body! First the photographer, then herself, then the dog… and now Carrie!!!???

Then Carrie was on the bed with her, lying down beside her, Mimi turned, trying to slither to the other side of the bed to escape. She couldn't… there wasn't room!

Female arms captured her, held her, and a hand was running shiveringly down her back to her waist, continuing with slithering fingers into the waistband of her cut-offs and teasing now at her ripely contoured hips and buttocks. Carrie's throaty voice was in her ear. "Don't fight it, darling… I'll make it good for you! Is this your first time?"

"But… I-I don't want to…"

The other woman's hand soothed her. And wondrously the gentleness of the knowing caress somehow felt good, so restful, tingly, nice. There was no animalistic pawing like Dobkins' and no kneading. All she felt was the electric-like contact of Carrie's stroking fingers and the curling of the woman's body tight against hers, her bra-encased breasts pressing into her nearly naked back, the warmth of her belly in close contact, an the way down to where her heated pussy mound pressed in against the smooth rounded firmness of her buttocks. Then, a tiny, well manicured hand worked its way over her rib cage until clasped a full satiny breast with gentle knowledge, working at the coral-hued nipple, causing it to rise hard and sensate.

There was now in Mimi that same burning desire she had brought to herself as she stood in the door watching the perverse scene this afternoon, and she was fully aware of what was happening to her. It was happening with repetition lately… It felt too good!