Chapter 8

The dream was of Thad.

He was holding a wet snake against my crotch, but I wasn't afraid. I twisted and writhed in the dream as the serpent touched my clitoris again and again with his forked tongue. I guess I was getting very excited when slowly I came awake in the darkened room--awake enough to see that the door was still firmly wedged shut with a chair. I was glad when the lovely sensations at my slit didn't stop. Spreading my legs a little, I tried to slip back into the sexy dream. Then a wet, warm something sanded my vulva so hard that the sensual sparks flashed through every nerve in my body. This was no dream!

"Napoleon!" I gasped, pushing myself up on shaky elbows. The dog gave a couple of friendly pants and pushed his muzzle once more against my slick parts. The first wave of revulsion washed over me and I let it go by, but still I couldn't keep from pushing Napoleon's head away.

It was pretty easy to see that dogs weren't bothered by sex hang-ups. To Napoleon I was desirable--something he wanted perhaps as badly as I wanted Thad. I remembered the time a week or two before when I'd seen the big shepherd try to mount Fanny, a mongrel bitch from the neighboring farm. Fanny just wasn't big enough to take the big, red cock and finally ran off yelping while Napoleon thrust uselessly at empty air, his trembling penis oozing dog semen.

I scratched Napoleon's ears and he laid his head against my belly affectionately, making small whining noises in his throat.

"You horny old darling, you," I said, shaking my head at him. I felt freer about sex now, freer than I'd ever imagined I would feel. But was I free enough to have sex with a dog?

My foolish mother would die if she knew I was even considering such a thing. And what about Frank, who'd been trying to get into my sixteen-year-old cunny for three solid months? I looked at Napoleon again and couldn't stifle a laugh. Now that I was fully awake, I realized just how hot his tongue had gotten me. The big dog must have read my thoughts because suddenly he was lapping at my tummy, spreading the wetness around until I was coated with his saliva right up to the bottoms of my breasts. Well, I could hug him anyway. He had earned some affection for the way he'd tried to defend me against Jason. Napoleon gave another little whine and lowered his big furry chest against my nipples.

"No kisses," I scolded when he pushed his muzzle toward my face. It felt strange having his paws against my shoulders, pinning them almost as if he knew what he wanted and was out to get it. Then I felt something else. Something hot and wet against my pudendum.

The very first glimmer of light in the east was beginning to make my window panes glow with a pale grey and I could see the shiny, red-wet spear of Napoleon's cock pushing out of the furry sheath. Napoleon tucked his rear under and the fantastic-looking organ slid over my pubic curls and brushed my tummy, leaving a glistening spot of slickness next to my navel. I'd gotten poor Napoleon hot now and he was expecting more than I was sure I wanted to give him.

"Down boy!" I said, trying to be forceful. "Get down!"

The big dog just laid his head against my right breast and looked up at me with sad, pleading eyes, panting against my skin.

I could feel the heated staff that jutted from his belly as he pushed it up and down through the light brown locks of my mound. It probably wouldn't work anyway. Besides, if Napoleon got too excited he might hurt me without really meaning to.

"I told you that's enough, Napoleon!" With my hands gripping the fur of his sides, I had just started to push him away when the big animal gave another yip and spraddled his legs so that he could come up against my loins at a lower angle. I wasn't ready for the sudden sensation of his lean, hard animal cock dividing the soft membranes within my body and slipping deep. A frantic sinking emotion filled my chest as I clutched the dog's furry forelegs.

"N--N--Napoleon!" I gasped, but it was too late. Napoleon made three or four quick little jabs and the swollen barb of his organ tapped against my womb. The first wave of panic subsided and I swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the situation, wondering confusedly what to do. Of one thing, though, there was no doubt. Napoleon had taken me quickly and with very little fuss.

I let my hands slip back over the pretty animal's coat until I could feel his narrow, strong rear as it humped under rapidly with that quick rhythm dogs always use. Poor Napoleon's legs were stretched apart and behind him in an awkward position so that he could get low enough for my body and he was straining terrifically to keep inside me. It was a small truth I had to face--I didn't want it to end, at least not yet. Grabbing a pillow from beside me, I stuffed it under my bottom so that Napoleon could get at me better.