"Oh please, please leave me alone!"
Begging a dog to leave her alone, not to touch her hot little cunt! The words mocked her. She moved her buttocks sensuously over the tiled floor. When she tried squirming away from Bodego, he growled louder, exposing his fangs. That alone was enough to make her freeze, to shrink from touching him, from encouraging the animal to leave her.
Somehow Janet had managed to slide away from the bathroom, crawling toward her bedroom door. Safety, safety for her in her little room.
"No, no, leave me alone… leave me…"
Her words had no effect. The animal ignored her, pursued her, snapping at her heels. She rolled onto her back, sobbing uncontrollably at her own vulnerability. Bodego positioned himself between her knees, ignoring her cries, her sobs, licking at her knees.
There was something terribly exciting, something that nearly took her breath away when she felt his tongue slopping over her hot, crawling flesh. Her cunt had opened wide at the first touch of his tongue above her left knee. Now it snapped shut, snapped as if it were controlled by a spring trigger. Janet squirmed on the floor, feeling her dress gather up even more under her buttocks. It was the dog's tenderness, his gentleness that was driving her mad! No one had touched her like this, had started to make love hotly to her like this since Doug walked out on her. And now, now all those delicious hot, tense feelings she used to love to feel were coming back, rushing in on her like water from behind a broken dam.
"Ohhhh!"
The dog's tongue licked higher and higher. Long silver streaks of doggie spit shone on her thighs. Why did it feel so all-consuming, so devastating! It was like the wicked thoughts during her high-school days when she touched herself. She remembered how wonderful she felt when she touched herself then, thinking about all the boys she wanted to have touch her. Her mother had never found out about that, thinking her darling daughter was such a saint.
Janet laughed harshly, squirming now on the hall floor. If her mother could only see her now – food for the pet's hungry tongue! She was letting it happen, actually letting it happen. Then thoughts of her daughter and niece raced back into her mind. Could she jump up in time and race for cover if the front door opened? With all the pounding going on in her head would she be able to hear the door open?
"Oh no, no, not… not here… not…"
Again Janet stretched out one hand, crawling forward as if she were dragging herself to safety from a battlefield. It was painful to move now. Her body felt so heavy, so damned heavy!
"Please… please – leave me alone!"
Bodego was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue moved up, brushed over the wet narrow band of nylon pressing against her cuntlips. That hot, wet pressure drove sparks of sexuality into her cunt.
Janet cried out, stiffening while her legs jerked. It was as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her pussy. She groaned, puffing herself a few feet at a time. Just a few more feet and she would be in the safety of her bedroom.
Bodego pursued her, the hot slick sounds of his tongue filling her ears. There couldn't be a more beautiful sound in the world right now! She giggled drunkenly, pulling herself around the corner, into her bedroom, feeling relief at the touch of the thick carpeting.
"God!"
Somehow she'd managed to crawl in, feeling weaker by the second. The Airedale followed her, moving to one side as Janet kicked the door shut. At least she didn't have to worry about Shari finding her. Her daughter knew that when the door was closed, her mother's room was off-limits. Janet could be free to do what she wanted, free to… to fuck the dog, to let him touch her, to let him.
The dog was licking her panties again, shoving his snout against the hot, wet crotch panel.
Janet moved down on the carpeting, pushing her hips forward. Bodego saw her show of willingness, sniffed her growing excitement. He growled, moving his snout from side to side. How good his hot breath felt against her tender thighs! And now he was pressing forward, working the soppy nylon up between her puffy outer cuntlips, stretching his tongue around the elastic legbands, trying to get a taste of her juicy pussy.
There was only sharp reality now. She knew that much. Stretching her arms forward, Janet caught the Airedale's head and started shoving him away for a third time. He started that awful low growl deep in his throat. His eyes were slitting while his ears flattened against his head. It was a frightening, terrible thing to have this savage animal moving in on her. Janet drew her hands back, too frightened to move. He could have his way with her, let him touch her, do what he would. She just didn't want him to hurt her, to bite her.
"Ughhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhh!"
The Airedale had opened his mouth wide, revealing those glistening, spit-slick fangs of his. Then he had pressed his teeth into the flesh of her thigh.
Janet sucked in a ragged breath. She could feel those fangs sinking in, pressing on her tendons and muscles. There was a flush of excitement on her skin. The burning explosion of nerves being stimulated at so sensitive a spot on her body made the woman's heart pound furiously.
The animal pushed his strong furry shoulders farther between her knees. Janet let her legs fall farther apart until her knees were nearly touching the soft carpeting. Janet tasted blood from her bitten lip.
"Nooooooo!"
Janet snapped her legs together, feeling the furry rub of Bodego's body against the insides of her thighs. Hot flashes raced through her cunt again. It was the awful tingly weakness she felt that was driving her mad.
It was like the feeling she always had when she awakened from one of her erotic dreams. Those dreams had been getting worse and worse… dreams about Doug, about what they had done nightly for so many months. And they had seemed so real at times. When she awoke, Janet would put one hand next to her.
Of course there was no one there. It had only been her tortured imagination. She always climaxed just as she was awakening, just as reality blended with the twisted images of her dreams. Yet those images were no more bizarre than having a dog lick her cunt.
She sobbed, rolled on her side on the floor. Her knees were pressed tightly together now, pulled away from the growling animal. The sloppy nylon crotch panel twisted, pulled into a rope that fell to the side and exposed her swollen cuntlips.
"Nooooo!"
He was doing it again, touching her. He growled with excitement, pushing forward, touching the slick surfaces that had been peeled open as Janet had rolled over.
"Ohhhh!"
The Airedale seemed more aroused, more hot than ever before!
"Oh, this is wrong, impossible! It can't be happening to me!"
And yet it was. The reality of her situation crashed in on her. A mature woman twisting and sobbing and panting like some heated bitch while a dog, a Goddamned dog was mounting her! The last ounce of strength ebbed from her body. He was gouging his claws against her thighs, sticking his long, fuzzy nose up and down against the slick folds of her pussy. His black nostrils glistened with her juice. She was juicing. Janet could smell herself. It was awful, awful to be behaving like this!
And yet could she help it! All those years of self-denial, all those years of fighting down her natural urges so she could raise her daughter decently were now taking their toll. What normally would have been considered unthinkable was now something to be coveted, to be sought after and relished. A dog! Why not a dog? Why not anything, anything that could ease that awful burning itch between her legs!
These and other similar thoughts whirled about in her brain as Bodego continued licking her pussy.
"Ughhh… oooooohhh!"
It was wild, mad. Janet pushed out her leg, fanning out her toes. The excruciating tickle was becoming worse. She knew she was about to cum, building steadily toward an orgasm.
"Oh, oh, Doug! Oh God, oh Doug!"
Yes, a man, that's what she wanted, that's what she needed. A man's touch, a man's hands roaming all over her body, cupping her asscheeks, spreading his fingers into her sweaty asscrack while his dick trenched out her soppy, tight fuckhole. Oh fuck, fuck yes! How she needed those thick inches of Doug's dickmeat hammering against her clit! How she remembered his sweaty balls slapping against her ass as he tensed, waiting for the rush of his cum up his rod.