"Okay. Forget it."
"How about lunch on Saturdays I'd love to see you and spend some time then."
"Maybe. I didn't know I had to make future appointment to get to see you. I'll call you Saturday morning."
"Fine. Bye."
Laura felt very guilty when she hung up. Poor Bet was feeling hurt and sulky and Laura didn't like the feeling of hurting Bet. Jim and Bet had always been so good to her. She wept over all the bad things he was she doing.
As soon as Lance trotted up, Laura forgot Bet, her school, Mr. Anderson and the whole world. Her new world was wonderful Lance, and the bliss they found together.
Laura's flesh tingled in anticipation of what they would be doing soon. She called the dog to her and petted his head. "Do you feel like fucking, lover?" Then she gave him his dog biscuit and she lay down on the bedroom rug next to him. It seemed easier to start down there.
Lance was friendly and obedient, but he didn't seem sexually excited. Laura wasn't worried, since she knew how to arouse him now.
She took off all her clothes and lay naked beside him, wanting to be licked all over. Then she petted him and moved his head near to her. He began licking eagerly on her arm, and she moved his head near to her nipples. When his warm, rough tongue first touched her nipple, Laura shivered with excited desire and the nipple grew hard and erect. She petted Lance's head and held it down firmly on her tit. He began to chew gently on her protruding nipple, and Laura felt woozy with an aching lust and need. The dog sucked on the nipple and her wanting overwhelmed her. She felt her cunt get warm and wet, ready for her lover. Her whole body was tense and waiting to be fucked.
Laura slowly moved her boob away from Lance's mouth. She spread her legs and gently pushed his head near her cunt. It was oozing and ready, waiting to be licked-waiting to be filled.
Oh, I want you so. Oh!
The giant dog knew what she wanted, and he began to sniff and pant at the wet exposed cunt. He, too, loved the licking, so it wasn't long before he began to lick her hole. While Laura waited, it seemed like an eternity.
Lance slobbered and licked, lapping up the wetness and rubbing her entire snatch from the front to the back with his long, rough tongue. Laura shivered and moaned with ecstasy, praying that he wouldn't stop. When Lance's tongue touched her clit, Laura grabbed him and held his head down there while he continued to lick and rub.
"Oh, God! Oh! Um! Uhhhmmm!"
A contraction of bliss flooded her cunt as the tension released in waves of happiness.
"Thank you, darling. Thank you for bringing me into the world. I've been an outsider for so long."
The hot tongue probed deeper in her cunt as Laura released the dog's head. His panting was growing louder as his tongue reached far up into Laura's hole.
He's getting excited, too! He's hot for me! she thrilled, petting his back as he licked. His tongue was fucking her cunt in a fast motion, and the dog's breathing was shallow and quick.
He's ready!
Laura moved Lance over on his back in order to look at his cock and balls.
Oh, how I love your prick, darling.
The furry cock was hard and extended, swollen to enormous proportions.
The dog was ready for fucking. Laura rubbed his balls and touched his prick. She was dying to suck on it, but she was afraid he would shoot off in her mouth.
I'd love it. I'm dying to have him do that, but not now. I need to be fucked now. Later. We'll do that some other time.
In her excitement she gloated over the prospects of her day of sex, almost as a miser gloats over his hoard of gold.
Reluctant to stop touching her darling's prick, she slowly moved to the bed and kneeled near its edge. She spread her legs wide so that Lance could smell and lick her cunt.
He came quickly to her, excited and eager. He sniffed quickly at the cunt and then mounted her immediately by raising his forelegs on the bed.
He can't wait! He needs it, too – the darling!
Her twat oozed juice, it was so hot and ready for fucking.
The hard prick entered her waiting hole, filling it with heaven. Laura trembled with tension as it fucked in and out, in and out, the noises thrilling her. The little low growls of passion stimulated her more, and the musky odor of the animal made her weak with lust.
As the prick went into her cunt deeper and harder, Laura tensed and got ready to come. She felt as though she must have an orgasm or explode! But nothing happened.
Have I forgotten how? Is it all overt Won't I have any more?
Her passion filled with fear and tension; she waited desperately for the orgasm that didn't come. She needed release, but she couldn't do it, and she panicked.
Suddenly, the dog's cock released a hot flood inside her snatch. It triggered her passion, and her cunt contracted in rhythmic waves of lust, letting go suddenly, in jerking movements of release. Hot tears ran from Laura's eyes. As her Juice mixed with that of the dog's, she wept with gratitude that it had finally happened.
She was so tired that she barely noticed when Lance removed his small, limp prick from her cunt and lay down to sleep. Laura dropped off quickly to sloop, sticky and happy. Her last thought before she lost consciousness was, maybe I've overdone it today. I'd better wait a while before I fuck again. I guess I'm really satisfied now, and it's harder to come.
She felt relaxed and loose, and never thought another thought. She and Lance slept contentedly the rest of the day.
When Laura awoke later, the dog was already up and playing in the other room. He was giving short little barks to wake her up.
My darling has to go out. I'd do anything for him.
While she lay there, he came into the bedroom to nag her up close, licking her hand.
She dressed and took Lance out, wearily walking behind him as he played and ran about.
He's got more pep than I have. I'm beat, and he's still running! Oh, well. He's younger than I.
After Laura gave Lance a large, delicious dinner, she fixed an enormous meal for herself. All that sex had given her a terrible appetite. She ate twice the amount that she usually did, and was finally satisfied.
How different I feel! I feel more alive.
Laura was revived a bit, but still weary. She decided against more fudging for that day, fearing that she'd struggled again for an orgasm.
Tomorrow's another day. Our honeymoon is just beginning. Oh, how I love him.
She watched a few television programs with the dog cuddled up close, his head in her lap. Every once in a while he would bring her his toy and she would throw it so that he could fetch it for her. And so, the evening passed quietly and blissfully. The two honeymooners petted and played, each sated with sex, but needing close contact with the other.
As Laura cuddled in bed with Lance, lying naked next to his warm fur, she sighed with happiness.
I never knew I could be so satisfied.
Reality suddenly intruded. School. She hadn't called the school! In her ecstasy, Laura had completely forgotten to report in to the principal whether she was coming to work tomorrow. She sighed and set her alarm for seven o'clock.
Laura slept until she was jarred awake by the alarm. Lance was barking softly, obviously needing to go out. She petted and soothed him while she waited for the principal to answer.
"Yes?"
"It's Laura Bellini, Mr. Anderson. I'm very sorry, but I couldn't phone because I fell asleep."
"Well… it's an inconvenience, as you know."
"I'm very sorry."
"Okay. I notified Mrs. Walsh to come back today, so it turned out all right. How are you feeling today?"
"A little better, thank you. it's just some kind of stomach flu. The doctor thinks that I'll be fine by Friday."
"Then you won't be in tomorrow?"
Laura decided that she'd better give him a definite answer, for fear she'd forget to call again, and get in more trouble.
"No. Don't count on me till Friday. I won't call."