Mom and her dog

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Go away," Hilda slurred, having poured another drink.

The big Doberman had lain down by the sofa, his powerful head resting on his forepaws. Hilda was more sure of herself this time. She couldn't show the dog any weakness, any inclination that she wanted him to attack her the same way he had earlier. No, she was past that. It was just something terribly silly – silly and awful. It wouldn't happen again.

"Damned dog," she murmured, tipping the glass against her lips and taking another drink. The ice tinkled merrily as Rex watched his mistress become drunker and drunker. Hilda glanced at the big clock above the fireplace. It was still relatively early. Maybe she could slip out, avoiding the neighbors' curious glances.

"Why am I so damned worried about them?" she wondered out loud.

But she was. She worried about what everyone said about her, what they thought, how they acted. Oh, it was such a mess! She pushed herself off the bar and started walking across the room to the television set. Oh, bow shallow her breathing had become! The friction of her swollen cuntlips over her clit as she walked had become very intense. The liquor wasn't helping now. It had first dulled her sensations. Now it was intensifying them, tearing down the feelings racing up and down her quivering thighs. But now it was useless. She could hear the ice tinkling in the glass as her fingers trembled. In addition, there was a low, humming-like sound coming from somewhere in the living room. It didn't take Hilda long to realize that it was Rex growling with excitement.

She froze, opening her eyes and peering down at the animal. He was still lying down. But his head was up now, his black nostrils quivering as he caught the scent of her hot pussy. Soon he'd be up, pursuing her as he had earlier.

"No, no!" she said, more to herself than to the Doberman. Hilda turned away from the dog, hugging her body. This couldn't happen again. She wasn't going to let it. She'd run up to her bedroom, run from him the way she'd run from a human attacker. Attacker? Hilda giggled, swaying drunkenly from side to side as she turned and made her way to the stairs. Hilda was attributing human characteristics to a silly, dumb animal. What was happening to her mind? It was as if she were burning out, her loneliness creeping around her and destroying her like a cancer.

"Oh!"

Once again Rex blocked her escape. She stopped, her body trembling with fear. Why were her shoulders shaking so? And that swelling ball of sexual hunger in her belly, whriling around like a plummeting comet… why was that happening? She was panting, panting like a dog. Her fingers trembled more violently. No, no, she couldn't be wanting him to lick her, to do the same thing! That was impossible! She turned again, staring out the large picture window. Oh God, people could see inside if they chose to look! Rushing to the drapes, Hilda dropped the drink on the floor and grabbed onto the ropes, pulling hard. The long velvet drapes rushed together, providing the secrecy Hilda wanted.

"No!"

Rex could tell the change in his mistress' attitude. He moved quickly, butting her thighs apart with his head and swathing his tongue over her asscheeks.

Hilda felt the silken material of her panties quickly soak through, felt the dog's snout brushing against her ass and thighs. She pushed her arms out, her fingers working in the air as she staggered away from the window. Her knees were so weak, her legs feeling as if they were about to fold right out from under her. Terrible, horrible. She had to get away. This couldn't happen again. Once was excusable. But twice meant you really liked it. How could she look herself in the mirror again, knowing she'd encouraged the Doberman to attack her again? Wouldn't this lead to more scenes with the dogs, maybe even more animals? The thought paralyzed Hilda with fear. She had to get away!

"Stop. Oh, God!"

But the animal didn't understand her rising terror and guilt. He pursued her relentlessly, dropping his head and sinking his fangs into her right ankle. Hilda gasped, her eyes rounding while she dropped to the floor. There wasn't much pain, just a show of force indicating what he could do if he wanted.

"Please, please get away…"

Her voice sounded so tiny, so ineffective compared with the Doberman's growling. She lay on her ass, her torso propped up by her elbows. Hilda's dress had come up around her waist, exposing her damp, panty crotch panel. The dog was quick to see this. He moved quickly, pushing her thighs farther apart, driving his snout right against the warm, damp stretch of nylon material.

Hilda tensed, her head falling back while her eyes rolled up. Her knees sank together, rubbing against the furry sides of the animal. Yes, oh, God, yes, it was wonderful feeling that steady, insistent pressure against her crotch panel. Rex was licking her there, right there in the most sensitive spot of her body! Shamelessly, the woman started moving her ass back and forth against his snout, feeling the sharp tickle of the carpet piling over her ass flesh. She curled her fingers, digging them into the rug while she gulped in air through her mouth like a fish.

Crazy images flashed through her mind. Pictures of all the fantasies she'd ever conjured while touching herself in bed. Sobbing, Hilda tensed her ass, hunching up as the sloppy nylon twisted, pulled into a tight rope that fell to the side and exposed her glistening, swollen cuntlips.

Rex growled with excitement, lunging at the wet surfaces that had been peeled open.

"Ohhhh…"

No, she couldn't go through this again. It was too soon. She'd be prowling around dog pounds at night, breaking into cages if this kept on.

"No!"

Somehow she managed to break through the sexuality that had confused her brain and kicked the dog away. Turning around with great difficulty Hilda scrambled to her feet and made her way to the stairs. Rex pursued her, nipping at her ankles, barking furiously, angry that his pleasure had been interrupted.

"Get away, bad dog," Hilda cried, tilting over a small table that crashed in front of the animal. He yelped, jumping back, giving the woman enough time to rush up the stairs and into her own bedroom.

Hilda slammed the door shut, panting heavily as she rested against the molding. How awful! She could hear the Doberman rushing up the stairs, padding down the hall, now panting behind the door. He was jumping up against the wall, barking, whimpering, scratching his paws against the wood. Even with his immense strength Rex wouldn't be able to break in.

"Shut up. Shut up and get back downstairs," Hilda cried, surprised her voice could be so commanding considering what had just taken place between them. Oh, she could still feel the dog spit on her cuntlips and thighs! It made her shiver both with revulsion and excitement. She'd almost done it again!

Finally the dog's barking ceased. Was he gone? She wasn't going to take the chance by opening the door to find out. He could stay out there all night if he chose. Sighing with relief, the woman staggered to the bed, taking off her blouse and skirt and lying back on the bed. She didn't want to think of sex. But there it was, peeking back at her no matter how hard she tried to block it out. It was so strong in her now, especially after Rex had tried attacking her sexually moments ago.

"Mmmmm."

The gin was still warming her belly and having the wonderful side effect of blurring the horror of Rex's recent attack. She smiled, passing her hand down her belly, smiling more broadly as she tickled her skin. It was sliding down to her golden cunt-hairs. The panties were still damp with dog spit. No, she didn't want any reminders of her near-surrender. Curling her fingers around the elastic waistband Hilda slid the panties down over her legs, throwing them in the far corner. Reaching back she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor by her bed. Completely naked and free and alone. She could do as she pleased without hurting anyone and without worry about anyone hurting her.

Dropping back to the bed, she worked the backs of her legs over the coverlet, enjoying the silky, rubbing sensation of the material against her flesh. Some of the bedspread gathered up and worked itself up into her tight asscrack as Hilda snaked her body across the mattress. She was toying with herself, cupping one tit in one hand. The touch gave her a chill. She thumbed one nipple until it grew stiff, pushing up out of the soft, surrounding areola. The effect was electric. Hilda sensed the tension in her body building, feeling the connections forming between all her sensitive, sexy areas. When she rocked her hips, the buttery heat spread all over, leaking out to dot the blonde, cunt curls with juice. Even after her tussle with the dog, she was actually burning for more. Oh, this wasn't very wise for her to do. Already Hilda was regretting her actions with Rex. Her breathing had become shallow and uneven again. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the pillow. The hand resting on her belly was shaking. But was fingering herself as exciting, as fulfilling as…

"No…!"

Hilda sat bolt upright. She was dizzy, a little drunk for sure. She was so close to slipping, to letting that animal in. Glancing up Hilda saw her face in the dresser mirror across the room. The blue eyes, the loose blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders. The mouth looking a little swollen, a little depraved. It was all because she was thinking about letting Rex in to take care of her throbbing pussy.

"I have to get up… I have to," she said to herself mechanically.

Hilda's knees were trembling as she walked across the room and rested her forehead against the door. Her fingers were curling around the doorknob, numb as if they'd been dipped in dry ice. Could she have come so completely around in such a short period of time? She'd run up here to get away from the dog. And now she was standing there stark naked, her pussy hot, her thighs streaked still with the dog's spit, her mind whirling around. How could she have sunk this low?

"I can't help it!" she wailed, twisting the doorknob and falling back.

Just as she suspected Rex was on the other side, waiting patiently for her own sexual forces to take over. He bolted into the room, his muzzle prodding her hungrily between the thighs.

"No, oh, no," she screamed, covering her pussy with one hand and her mouth with the other.

Hilda stumbled back to the bed, her eyes wide with horror and excitement. Twice she stumbled over Rex's forepaws as he pranced around her, his snout touching her legs, her ass, her thighs. Hilda's knees hit the side of the bed and she tumbled down onto the wrinkled bedspread.

Rex followed, growling hungrily. Hilda rolled around, propping herself up on her elbows and staring confusedly at the huge animal. He could tear her to pieces. But all he wanted was her pussy. She struggled backward on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as she squirmed away from the panting animal. Still one part of her mind couldn't accept the inevitable.

"Back, back!"

Hilda felt the velvety wetness of her pussy exposed. She felt the inner folds and hollows of her pussy rubbing together as she worked her way higher onto the bed. The headboard was pressing against her back now. Rex jumped, his paws hitting her thighs. Quickly, he dropped his head in her cunt thicket, his nose moving under her hot cunt mound.

The effect was electric. Hilda snapped her head back, striking it hard against the headboard. Her knees sagged apart, her legs working sensuously over the coverlet. The smacking sounds of his tongue over her thighs and cunt made her flesh crawl. The touch of his tongue made her heart skip a beat.

"Oh, no…"

It was unreal. She had fallen back, actually opening her cunt to him. Was there no shame for her? Was there no limit to her depravity. She had fallen back onto the bed, pressing her cheek against the pillow while letting her knees fall back. How delicious it was to feel her cuntlips unsticking and peeling back, opening her dark, red, moist pussy meat to the animal.

Looking down heavy-lidded at the Doberman, she saw his dark, brown eyes glistening with excitement. His stubby tail wagged back and forth while his body arched down. He was humping, moving his hips from side to side, shaking his cock down from its sheath. Hilda saw that dark, red thing slipping out, growing longer and thicker. How strange it looked – long, knobby, much thinner and smaller than a man's. But yet all those lumps and bumps might prove more exciting in the long run.

"What am I thinking of?" she wailed.

But what little resistance she had vanished when the dog started to go wild. His tongue slopped over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Each lick brought more floods of juice from her cunt. It was wonderful, exciting friction, a kind of rubbing that sent chilly, hot flashes rushing up and down her clit.

"Oh Rex, Rex…"

She was calling to him, speaking his name as if he were ravishing her like a human lover. Well, wasn't he? Wasn't he the best thing she'd had in a long, long time? Traci's father had been wonderful with his cock, making her ass prance for it, withholding it until she almost begged him for his cockmeat in tears. Oh, how those wild nights would go on and on while her mother thought she was studying for her college entrance exams!

"Uhghhhh!"

Thoughts of the past faded under the wild, hot friction of the present. Hilda's knees fell apart more and more as the dog lapped them. He had quieted suddenly as if he wanted to study how this strange woman was put together. He nuzzled his black snout between her flushed cuntlips almost tenderly. In a flash of thrilling realization Hilda knew Rex was tasting her. Smell and taste were an animal's most sensitive inputs. Gently and delicately, his long, pink tongue petted around her tiny, inner cuntlips. Then it moved up and started stroking her clit. She shuddered with consuming fever. It was so completely uninhibited, this lovemaking by the dog. He rested on his strong belly now, placing his paws on her parted thighs. She felt his hot breath tickle over her pussy hairs as he lapped at her cunt again and again.

"No, no…"

Hilda was going mad. She had to be crazy to be enjoying this. No normal woman would let a dog lap at her cunt.

"Oh yes…"

Hilda felt the animal between her shivering, white legs. She kept her eyes closed, still completely unable to accept what was happening to her. The hunger of her body forced nearly everything out of her mind except the wild desire of making the aching, throbbing pleasure even better. She felt completely taken over by this want. Her hands reached down to her belly, her fingers fanning out, searching for the dog's tongue. She felt her wiry cunthairs tickling the sensitive flesh just under her nails as the tips reached her cuntlips. Yes, they were wet, drenched with the Doberman's spit. She felt with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess between her spread legs. Rex moved his head up and started licking at her white, shaking knuckles and wrists. Oh, the shameful feeling was mind blowing.

"Uhghhhhh…"

Hilda loved it when he lapped at her fingers, then moved back to her cunt. She moved her ass up, hearing the bed squeaking as she went crazy. The animal sensed her growing excitement and whimpered through his nose. Now he was licking the very bottom of her ass with hot spit, lapping back into the split of her asscheeks. She felt so wet down there. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt were all slick with the Doberman's saliva. He was giving her a bath in the stuff, wanting to completely coat her with it.

"Oh, nooo…"

Hilda tried to fight through the lust she felt, tried to push Rex's head away. This was unnatural, sick, perverted. But her arms trembled, her fingers curling once again behind the Doberman's furry ears. She humped her back, pressing her swollen cunt up against his muzzle. The dark, pink, sloppy tongue drove up and down her fuck slot. It was so good, so very shamelessly good. Her clit burned like a glowing coal from the steady friction. The places between her toes and fingers tingled strangely. It was wild, wonderful!

"Huhhhr!"

Hilda closed her eyes, spreading her fingers out along Rex's neck. She raised her feet from the bed. Slowly, panting more heavily than before, the woman inched her knees back, back until they were pressed against her tits. Then she spread them even farther. Every hollow of her cunt seemed peeled back, exposed now, surrendered to the hungry animal.

"Yessss…"

Hilda was hissing like a snake, writhing like one, too, on the bed. Yes, yes, she was an animal, a bitch no better than the dog she had earlier despised. All thoughts of morality shot from her head as she went for what the dog was giving her.