Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER TWO

"No, Chad, no…"

Again Linda had tried pushing the animal from her, kicking him. She had driven her toes into his furry, powerful chest. The big German Shepherd backed away only for a moment, twisting his head around and snapping those powerful jaws at her retreating foot. Linda screamed, drawing her leg behind the other. She had heard that snap, that awful crunch of those criss-crossed fangs that could snap a small animal in two. She shuddered, wondering if he would attack her if she weren't more cooperative! The thought made her head reel. A dog… a damned, stupid dog telling her what to do! How the world was turning upside down for her!

He was so insistent too… so strong and insistent and overwhelming! And now he was stretching the nylon away from her body. She felt the surface of that tongue grazing one exposed cunt-lip. Too far! He was going far too far! Touching her pussy was too much.

"Stop it… damn you, stop this…"

Gasping from the unbelievable hot tickle she was experiencing, Linda shoved her hands down to cover the exposed hot flesh. Chad growled, licking her fingers, nuzzling at them with a hot eagerness that stunned her.

"Oh no, no… you can't be doing this to me, Chad, you… you can't…"

Her cry ended in a moan of delight. Yes he could and he was doing it. That tongue kept curling around her fingers, trying to get around to the prize, to her hot tender virgin pussy. Linda found herself thinking about it one more time, about letting the animal touch her some more without letting him really do anything.

But standing there in the hall, letting him touch her cunt with his tongue was going too far by most standards. The frowning face of her mother suddenly floated in front of her, those terrible words condemning her if she were to let a man touch her echoing through her mind. But this wasn't a man. What would her mother have to say about a dog? Again Linda choked out a laugh.

"Ohhhh… uuuuhhhh…" she moaned.

Linda tried kicking at the dog once more. Chad was ready for her again, backing away, then jumping forward when she nearly lost her balance from that blow. There was the sudden scalding pressure of his tongue as it brushed over the elastic leg band of her soaked panties, peeling her cunt-lips apart. That sensation, that touch of his tongue against her pussy-meat nearly brought her to her knees! Her shoulder blades banged heavily against the frame, knocking the picture from the wall. As it crashed to the floor behind her, temporarily startling the animal, Linda felt her knees shaking mightily. One wet lick had rubbed over her clit, making the woman bite down hard on her lower lip and draw blood. Yes, she had to punish herself, punish herself for feeling something this good coming from this unnatural situation.

For it was unnatural. Nothing seemed real, nothing seemed right any longer. She had never heard of a woman doing something like this. Well, she had heard of it, but the women doing it were always fictionalized joke characters or those awful whores south of the border who did it for the money. Horses! Donkeys! Now there was something she could try! If the dog didn't satisfy her, she could always go down to the corral and…

What am I thinking of? she asked herself.

Had she lost her senses? The clouds of her excitement broke for a moment and Linda saw herself as a sick, perverted woman doing the worst thing possible to satisfy her lust.

"Away… get away…"

But Chad pressed harder. She felt her asscheeks tight against the wall. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't seem to make him stop. Again Linda raised her hand to strike the animal. And this time when the animal ducked back she pushed herself forward, staggering awkwardly toward her bedroom. He couldn't do it in there, not in her room, not when she locked the door.

"No!"

The animal pursued her, snapping at her ankles, threatening to bite her. Somehow Linda managed to kick him away, sweep into her room and slam the door before Chad could get in.

"Oh thank God, thank God," she moaned, leaning against the door, her hands still pressing against the wood.

Linda gasped and panted, her face red with passion, her clit throbbing like a burning red jewel while fuck juice dripped down her shivering thighs. She was away from the dog, but how she wanted his touch! How, even now with her body pressed against the locked bedroom door, she wanted the German Shepherd's tongue caressing her hot, drippy slit!

"God help me, it's so wrong, so wrong," she sobbed, jamming her whitened knuckles in her mouth and trying to drive those horrible, delicious feelings from her mind. There was the feeling of Chad's soft, warm furry body rubbing against her ankles, the feeling of his tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy while her clit burned with desire.

What was she doing? Oh dear God, what was she doing? Linda heard Chad whimpering and barking outside, heard him stretching against the wood, felt him butting against the door. He wanted in. He wanted to get at her cunt again, to lick her silly. In a second she felt her fingers closing around the brass doorknob, tightening, starting to twist it around. Was she going to open the door, let him in? She was dizzy with confusion, uncertainty. Again Linda stopped, biting down on her sore lower lip, feeling the awful morality of the situation. Then another rush of hot flashes seared her cunt. Her knees were trembling as she finally twisted the doorknob all the way, defying her moral side. The dog barked happily, rushing in too quickly for her to stop it now.

"Ohhhhh God, forgive me," she whispered as the dog swarmed around her. Linda stumbled in the gathering darkness, unsure of her footing. The other sandal came off. Standing there by the queen-sized bed, she hesitated, then crossed her arms and pulled off the jersey, reaching back around and unsnapping her bra. It was like getting in bed with a lover. A lover! A dog lover! Linda sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her chest tighten at the thought, No, that was letting her mind go too far. She couldn't think like that, not if she wanted to keep what sanity she had. Reaching down, the woman unbuttoned her skirt, stepping from it, tossing the garment in the corner with her other clothes.

There would be no thought, no thinking about her mother, about her wilder sister who undoubtedly would have thought something like this deliciously kinky. There would be no thought of Hank, of her aunt who would undoubtedly have reeled back in horror. No, there was only her and that dog, that wonderful, awful dog now climbing onto the bed and edging toward her.

"Oh, ohhh…"

How much more comfortable, how much more sexy this was, lying there in the soft bed, the mattress caressing her half-naked body, the springs squeaking and groaning against their double weight. She wiggled backward on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress while her fingernails clawed at the coverlet. The dog was panting, his ears pricked forward, his eyes glistening almost evilly in the dark.

"Ohhhhh, Chad… this is wrong… wrong…"

Her voice sounded so small, so cracked and hollow in this small room. She gasped, feeling the velvety surfaces of her pussy exposed, feeling them rubbing together as she wriggled higher on the bed. Chad jumped forward, his forepaws hitting her thighs. It was such a wild feeling, such an overwhelming sensation that Linda nearly fainted from the delicious sensation.

"Ohhhhh…"

His nose rubbed up against her hot cunt mound, pressing the warm flesh. Linda cried out, snapping her head back, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders and lower back. He was whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth as he crouched above her on the bed. What a pair they made! The woman and her dog, her pet, her lover! Linda held her head with her fingers, petrified with horror.

There was no going back now. She had made the choice, had invited him here into her room. And now she had to pay the price. He was touching her with his tongue, making her stomach buck with fear. It was an unnamed fear, but one that nevertheless made her cry out. Why wasn't she striking him or screaming? Why wasn't she trying to kick him away as she had in the hall? All she could think of was that wonderful slick touch against her flesh.

Slowly, gradually, the fear eased, turning into something else, something unrelated to terror.

"Chad…" she murmured through a haze of passion.

There wasn't a threat, a horror in her voice anymore. As the seconds ticked by, Linda was becoming more and more aroused by the panting German Shepherd. She twisted her body from side to side on the bed, found herself grasping at the coverlet and nearly tearing at the material as the hot tension in her cunt increased.

"Uhhhhh…" Oh how lovely, how wonderful.

The dog was going crazy now that she had surrendered completely to him. His tongue slopped over the sensitive flesh of her upper and inner thighs. Each lick was bringing her higher and higher along the sexual plane toward orgasm. She could feel floods of her buttery fuck juice seeping from her fuzzy cunt pit, wetting down her cunt hairs and the dog's snout. It was a wonderful, delightful friction. Her knees fell apart more and more. What a delicious sensation it was to feel her cunt-lips unstick and peel back. Chad growled and dropped his head a little farther, licking at her outer pussy-lips. And then he was nuzzling his snout between them, his paws braced on her spread thighs. In a moment, the woman realized he was smelling her, smelling her the way she'd seen dogs sniff one another in the fields! Somehow that knowledge excited Linda even further! Gently and oh so delicately Chad was moving his tongue around and around her cunt, petting her clit, slopping his tongue back down into her ass-crack, then edging it up toward her cunt once more. In a moment she felt the whole lower half of her body wet with doggie spit, slick with his spittle as she pranced her ass wildly in the air for more.

"Uhhhhhhhh…" she groaned.

He had grown tired of moving his tongue around the soaked narrow band of nylon separating him from her pussy. Drawing back, Chad opened his mouth and began nipping at her panties. Linda screamed, jerking up, curling her fingers into two fists and beating at the handsome dog's head. She could hear the material tearing, ripping under his fangs. But the big dog wasn't put off. He kept tearing and pulling at the briefs, wrenching his head as if he'd captured some small animal. The pink wet nylon tore more and more. Chad was growling louder… not an angry growl, but one of incredible excitement. In another moment she felt the panties hanging in velvety shreds around her ass and belly.

"Oh… my… God!"

The excitement of that last moment drove away the last shred of fear the woman had. She didn't care what was happening now. She knew the animal between her legs. She knew it was a German Shepherd licking her, drawing more and more floods of juice from her cunt. The hunger of her body, the need for that wild, lovely friction kept her from revolting from it at the moment. Now all she thought of was the sensation, the sheer, animalistic sensation of Chad's tongue going over and over her cunt, making it burn crazily! How her mouth had gone dry! And it was hard for her to draw in a shuddering breath. Her moans became louder, more frantic while her naked legs beat at the mattress.

Linda felt her hands reaching down to her belly, searching for the dog's pointed snout. She felt with her fingers at the squishy, hairy mess between her thighs. And then there was his tongue, that wonderful tongue lapping back and forth, wetting down her pussy, pushing her cunt curls up and sticking them down until they were all pointed up toward her jiggling tits.

"Oh yes… Jesus Christ in heaven!" Linda tensed her thigh and ass muscles, moving her butt up, giving the dog more of her cunt to eat.

Chad sensed her growing excitement and whimpered excitedly through his nose. Now he was licking the bottom of her ass with his tongue, lapping back into the hot split, then drawing his tongue forward.

This couldn't go on forever. Linda could feel her cunt muscles winding up for a big climax! She could feel her clit vibrating, straining up from the surrounding moist cunt flesh. Never, never had she felt anything like this before in her life! Even when she was at home alone playing with herself in bed – that forbidden finger-fucking she'd somehow managed to enjoy in spite of her mother's terrible warnings – the sensations drawn from that compared little to this onrush of sensations.

"Ohhhhh… ohhhhhh God, God, this can't… can't be happening to… to meeeeeeeee!"

The animal's tongue was petting her clit once more. Linda thought she would die when he kept sticking that oral organ over and over her sputtering clit. She bounced her ass frantically on the bed, hearing the headboard slapping violently against the plaster wall. She didn't care if the damned bed shot through to the other room. She didn't care if again and again the mattress squeaked and groaned, perhaps telling someone outside the window what was going on in the house. All Linda cared about was that terrible itchy ache between her thighs was now growing to an excruciating throb. She could feel her cunt walls buckling in from the rising heat, could feel them spasm. She felt the muscles cramping, trying to grab onto the animal's snout as if it were a cock! Yes, a hard, stiff cock, one like Hank probably had dangling between his legs. Again she thought of the handsome foreman and another rush of chilly heat lapped up her thighs. Linda was throwing her head from side to side, the hair tangling around her throat as she gasped and babbled toward orgasm.

Pitching on the bed, bucking her ass against Chad's jaws, she felt his fangs cutting her slightly. That acute ticklish sensation brought more babbling groans of pleasure from her throat. She was going to die, just going to die from this kind of intense pleasure! People couldn't stand this kind of excitement without or dying right there in the sack!

"Ohhhhh God!"

Lights flashed in front of her eyes. Shoving her hand down once more, Linda raked her fingers over his fur, pulling the whimpering mutt harder against her pussy. She was going to make it, going to cum with a frenzy!

"Cummmmm!" she yelled.

How she had wanted to shout at times when her finger fucked in and out of her cunt, her knuckles toying with her clit, making her grunt and gasp mere feet away from her sleeping mother. She had managed to restrain herself then. But now there was no one in the house. And the throbbing ache between her legs was so much more intense than before.

"Cummmmmm!" she shouted again, whipping her legs against the mattress, then drawing her knees up and hugging the whimpering German Shepherd lightly. It was going to be a mindless rut, a wild whorish ride through climax!

"Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!" Linda found herself growling like a dog herself, tossing her head, feeling her hair whipping over her face.

Her legs were filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the flames licking her thighs the way Chad's tongue was. Bucking her body so wildly she thought she might knock the dog off, Linda cried out one more time, the cords sticking from her throat while her fingers held tightly onto the dog's big head. Cumming! She was cumming, actually cumming in the dog's mouth!

"Yaggghghhhhhh!" she screamed.

It was so deliciously good, so wildly intense! Linda jerked like a speared fish, shoving her fingers into her cunt and feeling the muscles convulsing and clasping while Chad whimpered and licked her shaking knuckles.

When it was over, she opened her eyes again, finding the big dog off the bed and curled in one corner. He was licking his cock gently, his head bobbing back and forth, his attention focused on that thing between his legs and not on her. Linda rose, feeling so dizzy and spaced out. She watched Chad for several seconds, feeling a little sick. She'd done it, actually let a dog bring her off!

"Oh… my… God!"

More tears flowed. Shaking her head from side to side as if that would somehow change what had occurred, Linda slid off the bed, padding across the hardwood floor and opening the door. Chad stopped his licking, raised his head and looked questioningly at the naked woman. Linda paused for a moment, then rushed from the room, stumbling through the hall until she reached the bathroom.

"What have I done? Oh my God, what have I done?"

Linda kicked the door closed and flicked on the light, staring at herself in the cracked cabinet mirror over the washbasin. Her mouth was a little swollen, her face red while her hair hung in blonde tangles all over her neck and throat. She could see that her body was still aroused. Her nipples were still long and red, sticking straight out from the surrounding flesh.

"I'll get rid of that dog tomorrow," she whispered to herself, reaching down to the tub and turning on the water. A shower. A good, cold shower would help.

And then?

There would be no more. It was over. She had slipped, made a mistake. It wouldn't happen again. No, it wouldn't! Clenching her teeth together and stepping into the tub, Linda swore she would see herself rot in hell rather than let Chad touch her. Never again!