Chapter 2

The black Alsatian moved closer, standing stiff-legged around his jutting prick. The naked red slab of his cockhead was flaring out from the hairy stalk, fiery hot and throbbing. His pisshole gaped open and a frothy drop of preliminary fuckjuice bubbled from the cleft, running like quicksilver down his dark meat. The dog pushed his head out, his nostrils flaring. His long, wet tongue slid out and he lapped at the inside of his mistress's cum-drenched thigh. As the tangy fuckjuice ran onto his tastebuds, the dog whined.

Catherine was only semi-conscious, her mind hazy following her violent coming. She felt the dog's tongue against her leg but had no idea what it was. She thought that slippery stroke was caused by her own cuntjuice sliding down her thigh.

Rex lapped at her leg again, then shoved his snout up into her soaking crotch. His nimble tongue slurped at her creamy pussy slot, running up through her open cuntlips and flicking across her clit.

Catherine's eyelids fluttered. She frowned slightly, not with displeasure but in bewilderment. Was she dreaming? What was that lovely sensation in her crotch? It felt just as if a hot, wet tongue was licking her pussy, she thought. But that couldn't be, since she was alone in the cabin. It was confusing.

The woman was curious and knew that she should open her eyes and investigate, yet she didn't want to cause that delightful sensation to stop. She stirred and sighed, shifting her pelvis slightly.

Rex raised his head, eyeing the woman doubtfully. Then, seeing that she was not objecting, the dog lowered his black muzzle again and began to lap at her creamy pussy with gusto. His tongue delved into her soaking slot and slurped at her slot. Cuntjuice sprayed up into her blonde pubic thatch as his tongue flipped up across her love bud. Streaks of pussy juice ran over the red meat of his long lapper, the taste and the fragrance driving the doggy wild.

He slurped doggedly. His tongue curled up. Cuntjuice pooled in the center and dripped from the edges. He pushed his cold black nose right into Catherine's cunthole.

Catherine gave a little gasp. If this was a dream, it was sure as hell a realistic one! And a delightful one, as well, with all the pleasant promise of being a wet dream, too.

Despite her recent coming, Catherine's insatiable cunt began to heat up again. She shuddered. What the fuck was going on down there in her crotch? Still reluctant to break the magic spell, Catherine ground her ass and hips slowly about. Her lithe legs rippled and closed, and she frowned again when she discovered that those sleek legs had clamped around something hard and hairy. She opened them and closed them again. Now she was wide awake and, knowing it wasn't a dream, heard a moist slurping sound combined with the juicy squishing sounds that her cunt seemed to be making. Little darts of sensation shot through her loins.

Catherine opened her eyes and stared down the incline of her body and gave a gasp when she saw that the dog was standing between her legs, lapping merrily away at her cunt.

The woman was shocked. She had never even dreamed of letting an animal tongue her pussy, and she cried out in dismay. Rex raised his head, his wet tongue lolling out. Catherine could see the cuntjuice dripping from the red tongue, mixed with his doggy slobber.

"You naughty doggy!" she cried.

Rex looked puzzled, tilting his head to one side and flinching away. He could tell from the tone of her voice that he had misbehaved, but he had no idea what he had done wrong. His bestial senses told him that the woman's hot cunt was welcoming his attention.

Catherine sat up and clamped her thighs firmly together. She reached down and pushed the Alsatian's head away.

"Stop that, you bad dog!" she snapped.

Rex yelped in confusion. Catherine stared at him in amazement. But she was more amazed by her own reactions than by the dog's actions. His tongue had felt so good! Why, if she hadn't stopped him in time, she might well have creamed on that doggy tongue! The very idea of such depravity caused her to flush with shame.

She looked down at her crotch, seeing that her hairy pussy was frothy with doggy slobber. Then she looked at his lolling tongue again, seeing the silvery streaks of cuntjuice that trickled down the wet red tongue. Rex whimpered, his nostrils flaring. Her gaze moved lower and Catherine whimpered, like a dog herself, when she saw the dumb brute's massive hard-on. The sight fascinated her. Catherine adored prick and gazing at that doggy whopper cock thrilled her to the core, filling her with unholy desire

The Alsatian's prickshaft was long and thick sprouting out of his swollen scumbags like a bludgeon, and the head of his cock was a throbbing wedge of fiery-red meat. A glob of doggy jism glistened on the tip, squeezing from his parted piss hole.

"Holy shit," Catherine whispered, huskily.

Rex barked with hopeful enthusiasm, his head bobbing up and down and his dark flanks trembling.

Catherine's pussy was heating up again, her lust inspired by the caress of the beast's tongue and magnified by the very fact that it had been a bestial caress that had inspired her emotions. It was wicked to let a dog lap her pussy, she knew. It was depraved and degenerate. And yet despite that--or because of it--the idea was so thrilling that the horny woman began to shudder.

Should she let the dog lick her off?

Oh, no! I mustn't! she told herself. And yet the hot, wet sensation caused by his nimble cuntlapper still lingered in her steaming cunt and her conscience was struggling with her desire. Maybe it wasn't so really wicked, she thought. Maybe it was just kind of naughty. It was just his tongue, after all. She had often let the friendly dog lap her hands and face. Was it so much different if she let him lap between her legs? It wasn't as if she would be getting fucked by a dog, she reasoned. Getting a little hot tongue wasn't so terribly depraved, after all.