Chapter 2
"Ohhhh, Sam ... Sam ... "
Cassie tossed her hips on the bed. The memory faded from her mind, but the effects of it left her body aflame. Sam's licking tongue was on her thighs, now, and his paw was over her belly, as if holding her down while he lapped at her wet skin.
She felt the red silk of his hair against her stomach. She remembered vividly the lapping tongue and the thrusting prick that had whipped her little sister's body into such a frenzy that day.
That day . . . the day in her life she'd known for certain she had to get away from the farm. To get away from Arlie and Lew and Jenny-Sue and all the rest of them, before she ended up just like her cousin ...or like dumb, placid Mavis, no more than a cow to be fucked.
Because of her good grades, she'd been able to get away. With enough grant and scholarship money, she'd been able to board most of the year at a girl's school over in Jefferson County, and then she'd been able to go on to college.
Maybe it was because of the way Arlie had fucked her that first time at the pond ...hurting her, shocking her, shaming her ...or the violent reaction of her father and the hand-wringing of her mother. Or maybe it was because of what she'd watched them do to her sister, she wasn't sure.
But Cassie hadn't let another boy come near her until her second year at college. She'd simply put sex out of her mind, recoiling at the thought that she might have it in her to become another Jenny-Sue.
The boy had been Harry Martin ...the same Harry she was married to now. The one who was accusing her of being no better than Jenny-Sue every time she walked or ate or opened her mouth to speak.
Well, maybe the hills and backwaters of her youth were in her still. Maybe you were born with it in you. Maybe, if you learned it as a child, you never quite got rid of it.
Or maybe, when you got horny enough because your husband played golf instead of fucking you, you just didn't give a damn any more, because it was stuck in the back of your mind until the day came when you knew you had to try it for yourself. Just once . ..
"Ohhhh, Sam..." she moaned again, twisting on the bed, writhing with frustration and heat as the dog licked and caressed.
She felt her thighs spread wider, felt her pelvis lift and her soft, inner thighs turn upward slightly. She felt her pussy lips fill with unbearable heat and need and puff apart to reveal the redness of her watering, welling pussy hole.
"Ohhh, God-do it, Sam! Do it! Lick my cunt the way Goober licked Willie's!"
The cry tore from her lips. She tossed her head, biting down on the back of her hand until a salty taste came.
She couldn't believe she had uttered those words. She couldn't believe that she was as good as back on the farm again, her pussy twitching and wet, her mind spinning with the questions of how Jenny-Sue had trained Goober to lick her cunt and fuck it.
Yet, that was just what she was doing right now ...wondering how, wondering if she dared, wondering what it would feel like to have Sam's long tongue slithering and massaging and licking.. .
God, wouldn't it be a scream if Harry brought old man Brewster home with him and they caught her being true to type! Her hair stringy from the pool, her naked ass upturned and opened, and a dog fucking his pointed red prick into her pussy!
God, it would serve Harry right for the way he'd talked to her, for the way he was treating her now! Call her a hillbilly, would he? Then, by God, she might as well be one!
"If you want some fucking, then you've got to use your imagination," Jenny-Sue had moaned.
The words rang in Cassie's head. She gasped and lifted up, looking down between her swollen, stiff-nippled tits, down her flat tummy to the sleek, red head and floppy ears at her thighs.
She reached out with her hand. Her finger trembled. Her pelvis rocked up and down as she slid her buttocks over the spread slightly and positioned herself.
"S-Sam? ..." she whispered quaveringly.
The setter lifted his head and licked his chops and grinned, making a whining sound at her voice. His bushy tail swished over the spread again, and his paw curled around her waist in an appallingly human fashion, as if slipping his arm around her.
"Sam .. . here!" she gasped, extending her finger, pointing at her open pussy. "Lick here, Sam ... lick .. . ohhhh, God, I can't believe this!"
Sam ducked his head and winked at her and whimpered again, as if trying to understand what his mistress wanted. He bellied on the bed and lifted his paw higher on her stomach.
Cassie moaned again and put both hands at her crotch. She used the tips of her fingers to hold her bloated, jittering pussy lips wide apart. She aimed her leaking, pulsing cunt hole straight at him.
"Lick my pussy, Sam!" she gasped softly, feeling her head spin and her heart pound furiously.
Sam cocked his head and perked his ears. His eyes shifted from her face to her pussy and back again. She urged him once more, lifting her knees high, positioning herself so that her legs were on either side of the dog's body and his head was just inches from her split pussy.
"Here, Sam-lick it! Smell it and lick it!"
Her muscular hole sucked and squeezed. It made a slippery, wet sound. Sam looked at it intently, watching the muscular ring of her vaginal mouth move, perhaps getting a whiff of her sexual heat at the same time.
He dipped his head forward and butted his wet nose right against her pussy hole, then lapped upward with a long, flat, rippling tongue that nearly shattered her senses.
"Ahhh, my God!" she cried breathily, ending with a little squeal.
Sam swished his tail back and forth. He panted. He grinned. He looked delighted, slurping his chops several times. This was a new game with his mistress, a different game. There was something exciting about it. He shook his head so that his long ears flopped, and he expressed his excitement with one deafening bark.
"Oh, God! Do it again, Sam! Lick my pussy again!" Cassie cried, continuing to hold her flaming pussy lips apart with the tips of her fingers.
Sam got to his feet. He stood between her parted thighs, his ears still cocked. Then he nuzzled into her pussy again, licking and licking as if he would never stop.
"Eeee, God!" Cassie cried, falling to her back, arching her spine.
Her tits thrust into the air, hard and swollen. Her pelvis lifted up against Sam's long, wet tongue, and she kept her cunt lips parted.
His tongue slurped over her fingers, around her pussy lips, up the sensitive flesh of her silken inner thighs. It lapped up her wet, quaking cleft, plucking at the muscular ring around her pussy mouth and making it vibrate wildly.
His tongue slithered up her gap to her clit, plucking the little nub from under its tented fold and making her gasp and shiver with the unbelievable sensation of it.
She lifted her head once, looking down between her thrusting, hard tits. She saw her golden mound lifted high, the fur curling wildly upward in an erotic snarl.
She saw his sleek head dipping and moving between her lifted knees, and she saw the object of her delight, the red, watering tongue that was licking her pussy clean.
She was just going to tell him what to do next, when he did it on his own, as if reading her mind, as if Jenny-Sue had somehow gotten to him and trained him already.
His head twisted. His muzzle speared between her shaking thighs. There was a kind of snorting sound, and then his long tongue rimmed her cunt hole and slithered up her vagina.
"Yeeeee-God!" Cassie cried, arching and shuddering, her eyes popping open, her lungs gasping for air.
It was indescribable! Harry had never eaten her pussy out like this!
She released her pussy lips and clutched his head and held his muzzle against her shaking cunt and opened her body wide to him. His tongue shot up her pussy hole to incredible depths, making her think of an anteater.
It scraped and lapped at her pussy walls, cleaning the sweet honey from them as fast as it formed. And she knew it was gushing forth from her super-heated cunt.
She writhed and twisted, arching her hips, beating her buttocks on the bed as she slipped her pussy up and down his moving tongue and helped him fuck her.
She looked down one more time, moaning and squealing, hanging onto his head as if to keep from flying away. His hind feet worked up and down on the bed as he sought more purchase to snuffle into her watering pussy and drill deeper for the tasty honey he'd found.
That was when she saw it.
Just like Goober's ...only bigger and redder and longer. It thrust from the rust-red sheath under his belly. The point was sharp, the shaft slick and shiny and astonishingly thick!
"Ohhhhh, God!" Cassie moaned, feeling her mind being sucked deeper and deeper into the pit of her desires.
Her pussy mouth sucked and clamped around the long tongue. Her hips lifted high. She felt the tingles start deep inside her belly. They swelled and grew and spread all through her, until the.tips of her tits tingled.
She felt waves begin rocking through her dainty little body ...huge ones that tossed her back and forth helplessly. She sucked in air and then let it all out in a squealing, shaking rush, and she came as hard as she could ever remember coming.
"Yaaaagh!" she cried, pulling at Sam's ears, forcing him to keep on and on and never stop.
Her pussy mouth crushed around his tongue in a slippery, silken vise, pulsing and sucking inward. Juice poured from her pussy flesh, and Sam gobbled and licked as it came, keeping at it until she couldn't stand it any more.
"Ohhhh, stop ...stop! Sam, stop!" she cried, now pushing at his head.
She had to push hard. He didn't want to quit. As soon as she could, she crossed her legs. Sam barked, dancing all around, his ears flopping wildly.
He pawed at her thighs and nuzzled her crotch and licked all over her mound and belly and groin, bathing her with his eager tongue.
"Ohhhh, you sweet boy ...stop," Cassie moaned, sitting up finally, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him.
He tossed his head, giving her a slobbery lick on her face, and she laughed with a sense of joy and sexual relief. Her body hummed. Her pussy was still aflame. Her tits burrowed into his soft, silky hair, gold and pink and white against the deep russet.
She kissed him on his head. "Thank you, Sam," she whispered. "That was the best cunt-licking I ever had. I wish ... I wonder if... ohhhh, God, God . .."
She sucked in her breath. She couldn't believe how hot she still was, how daring she felt, how inventive. For the first time in her life, she thought she understood Jenny-Sue, and she did not think badly of her cousin.
"Ohhhh, baby ...do you want to lick some more? Did you like licking Mommy's wet pussy?"
Sam tossed his head and barked again, beginning to jump around with more excitement now than before. His tail whumped against the bed, and he couldn't sit still.
When he stood, she saw it again ...his stiff, thrusting prick!
She stared at it and felt the choking sensation in her chest of a moment before. The memory of her little sister swam before her eyes, and she could hardly swallow.
The red cock pulsed and swelled. It darted back and forth from the hairy sheath, the tip leaking, the shaft slick and full. She saw his black balls dangling, moving up and down.
"Oh, Sam ...lick!" she cried, moving quickly before she lost her nerve, knowing she had to have another hard orgasm. At least one more.
She twisted around on the bed, onto her elbows and her knees. She spread her legs to either side of him and thrust her round, tight ass right at him.
"Lick my pussy, Sam!" she cried. "Lick my ass! Lick me all over, you sweet dog!"
Her tits thrust toward the bed from her chest. Her spine arched deeply. She lifted her hips and ass backward and swayed her butt before him. She reached under her body and swirled her fingers through the wet meat of her pussy, drawing his attention to her open cunt again.
Sam barked and danced. He dove between her cheeks, his tongue already out and slurping. He licked over her fleshy cunt lips and drew the flat, broad length of his tongue upward.
"Ahhhh, my God!" Cassie squealed, her head lifting, her lips pursing with a moan.
Fire blazed through her little body. The wet tongue slithered over her cunt mouth and lapped around the curve of her crotch and sparked right over her asshole!
Her thighs went wide immediately. She put one hand behind herself and pulled one cheek aside, opening her asshole to him completely.
"Do that again, Sam!" she cried. "Lick my asshole!"
He did. He seemed to like the new flavor coming from the puckered little mouth. He lapped and slurped at it, going around and around. He slobbered all up and down her deep, shadowy cleft. He licked the sweet flesh of her asscheeks again and again, dipping down for another taste of her pussy, and then coming back.
Cassie's scalp nearly lifted. She prickled all over. She gasped and shuddered. She'd never felt so wild and uninhibited in all her life.
Her pussy lips fluttered and drooled, and her clit stretched from her cleft and throbbed wildly. Her asshole was a pulsing ring of quivering, wet muscle, sucking and sucking at his tongue, trying to capture it, trying to draw it up inside her body.
He drilled and rimmed at her asshole, but he couldn't get his tongue into her. He pawed her butt cheeks with frustration, dancing around on his hind feet. _
Then something seemed to happen to him, as if he'd caught on to what kind of game this was supposed to be.
Cassie's face was against the spread. She was moaning and weak, waving her ass around, opening herself to the wonderful licking tongue, her fingers clutching the spread.
She hadn't anticipated Sam's next move. Or, maybe she had ...secretly, of course ...or she would have lain on her back again instead of getting to her hands and knees.
But, almost before she knew what had happened, she felt both Sam's forepaws grab around her waist and pull, just like hands on her hips.
His claws scratched her skin erotically. His hairy chest came up over her round buttocks, and then she felt the shorter hairs of his belly against them, warm and furry.
She felt the jiggling, back-and-forth shaking of the bed. She heard the muffled growl from the back of his throat and felt a drop of hot saliva spatter into the hollow of her spine.
She looked under her body quickly, seeing the downward thrust of her ready, hard tits, the spread of her legs, and the dangling black balls jiggling between his dancing hind legs and pumping rump.
At the instant she saw his hard, pointed prick, she felt the hot, blazing tip of it stab into her buttock and hammer back and forth with the pumping of his hips.
"Ahhh, Sam-no! Don't fuck me!" she cried.
And then it was too late.
She felt the pointed prickhead spear between her slippery pussy lips and sink into her gushing cunt channel.
"Ahhh, God! You're fucking me! Sam, you're fucking me!" she cried throatily, her mind spinning, her senses totally ablaze.
Sam growled again. His paws clutched and pulled, taking a firm grip on her waist, one that she couldn't easily free herself from.
She felt his hairy belly climb higher and higher over her ass as he pressed forward and sank his prick into the silken depths of her drenched cunt.
"Oh, my God!" Cassie squealed tightly.
It went in and in. She'd had no idea a dog's cock was so long! Or so thick! It filled her pussy. It seemed to swell even more when it was inside her, the knot bloating and pressing against her pussy walls as if threatening to make his cock become stuck inside her drilled, shamelessly watering cunt.
Sam growled softly. He tossed his muzzle and licked his chops, flinging saliva on her back. His forepaws gripped her tightly. His tail went in circles as he humped and fucked.
His balls swung back and forth under his furry sheath, and she felt the short hairs of the prick pocket jab into the tender, sensitive meat of her pussy lips as he tried to fuck the sheath into her cunt as well.
"Ahhhhgh!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth, her hair swinging about her face, her tits jiggling and jutting from her chest. "God, it's wild-wild!"
She couldn't believe how stimulated her whole bottom was. Her asshole pulsed around the fur rippling sensitively over it. Her butt cheeks grew warm and slightly sweaty under the hairy coat. Her pussy lips sucked and fluttered around the broad sheath, coating the hair there with her cunt honey.
But most of all, she felt the spearing, lancing point of his thick-shafted prick jabbing and pulsing far up her pussy, the knot at the end like a bulbous hammer that beat her vaginal tissues to a shuddering frenzy.
"Ahhh, Sam! I'm coming!" she cried.
She hunched and switched. Her spine arched and bowed. Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs. She felt her pussy clenching and spasming around his driving prick, and then great waves of orgasm crushed down around her and made her squeal with a mindless sound.
Almost at the same time, she felt the pulsing and bucking of his prick inside her body. She felt the knot throb. She felt the spurting, bubbling rush of his hot, scalding sperm shoot into her cunt and bathe her vaginal tunnel.
She thought of the horse. She imagined the hosing blast of sperm that blew from Jenny-Sue's cunt and gushed all over the straw, and her mind seemed to spin away from her for a moment and leave her gasping and shuddering ...frozen there on the bed on her hands and knees, while Sam humped against her little butt and fucked his load of dog sperm into her thirsty body.
She had done it, now. She had reverted. She was the hillbilly wench Harry had charged her with being.
She hoped Harry would be satisfied now.
She was.