Chapter 6
Susan was so busy with the dog, feeding and petting it to keep it from barking so Simmons wouldn't come back down and shoot it, that she didn't have a chance to put her nightgown back on. The meat was all gone before she remembered that Reyes had called the boxer Perro. And as she recalled what she thought was the animal's name, another remembrance crossed her mind-that the dog had licked her vulva.
A shiver darted up her spine. She stroked the boxer's head and said, "You mustn't do that naughty thing again tonight, Perro. I'll have to put you out if you do. And if you start barking again, mean old Simmons will shoot you. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
The magnificent animal looked up at her with his sad eyes and licked the front of his broad snout. "Woof!" he barked.
"Shh!" she cautioned, lifting her finger to her lips. "There's not any more meat. You've had enough. Don't be a hog."
She stroked his sleek tan coat from his head clear back to his wagging stub of a tail. "Nice doggy," she said with a smile. "I suppose I ought to thank you for making such a fuss. If it hadn't been for your howling, Simmons would have stayed here all night. Thank you for rescuing me, Perro, even though it was a bit too late."
Now that the food was gone, the boxer noticed the condition his benefactress was in. His ears perked up as his keen nose caught the scent of aroused pussy. As if it were the most natural thing in the world for a dog to do, he stuck his muzzle between the young woman's thighs and licked the sperm-oozing hairy split where they joined her body.
"Ooouuu," Susan mewled, her mouth falling open as a shiver of pure pleasure rippled through her. Her loins were still congested with blood, the lips of her gaping pussy all swollen and very sensitive. The dog's tongue felt terrific, but of course it was unthinkable to allow the licking to continue. "Naughty doggy!" she scolded, and pushed his head away. "I told you not to do that!"
Perro whined and stuck his head back between her thighs. His tongue shot out and lapped her like mad.
"Ohh," ohhh ... oh, my goodness!" she whimpered, feeling faint with the delightful pleasure his insistent tongue gave her. "Stop it, Perro!" she gasped, and slapped his head as she took a step backward. "I told you not to do that!"
The huge boxer growled and overtook her. He thrust his cold snout between the creamy tops of her held-together thighs and licked her hot pussy again.
Horrified, Susan kept backing away. But the dog was growlingly persistent in his efforts to lick her cunt. He wouldn't be denied, and the growling frightened Susan. She retreated until the backs of her knees stuck the bed and she toppled down ignominiously, half-sitting and halflying, with her butt teetering precariously on the edge of the mattress and her legs inadvertently hanging wide-open.
The dog advanced licking his chops.
"No, Perro!" she hissed, pulling her legs together a second too late. She trapped his head between her knees. "Go away! Get under the bed and go to sleep! You mustn't keep after me this way, damn it!"
He pulled his head back and licked her knees.
"No!" she scolded. "I can't let you do what you want. It's out of the question! You're a dog! If you were a man ... Charles or Simmons ... I might think about it ... but you're an animal! Stop coaxing me! Quit licking my knees! Oh, damn you, Perro!" she hissed, and slapped his head hard to let him know she meant business.
The boxer's next action let Susan know just how serious he took the business of licking a woman's cunt. The powerful canine reared up with his front paws on her thighs and bared his sharp teeth. If that hadn't been enough to intimidate Susan, the menacing growl he let out most certainly was.
What have I got myself into? she thought frantically. I'd better let him do what he wants! I'd rather he licked me a little than-look at those teeth! My God, he could rip me to pieces in no time!
"Nice doggy," she said, her voice quavering with fear as she let her legs fall open. "There it is! Go ahead and lick me ... just don't bite me!"
The dog dropped between her widespread legs and started licking the inflamed red gash at the center of her trembling crotch.
"Aaah! Ohhh!" Susan moaned. Illicit stabs of pleasure shot through her steaming loins as the dog's roughened tongue washed all over her puffed vulva. "Don't h-hurt me, Perro! Ahhhh ... d-don't h-hurt meee!"
Apparently the animal had no intention of hurting her. All he seemed to want was to lick her privates, and the more he licked the better it got for Susan.
Lord! she thought dimly. He's driving me crazy! Ohhh ... oh, what a wonderful tongue! He sure knows what he's doing! I'll bet Miss Olson had him do this to her! She probably taught him to lick her cunny! The hussy! What a demented pervert ... mmmm ... to teach a dumb animal such a wicked thing!
Perro's hot tongue slithered through the shimmering pink valley of her smooth labia, and Susan sucked in her breath. "Yesss!" she sighed. "Nice doggy! Deeper! Lick me deeper!"
Listen to me! she groaned inwardly. Dear Lord, how could I say such a vile thing? Have I sunk this low ... ohhh ... that I'm willing to let a dog lick into me? But I can't help it! He's been taught to do this by that horrid Miss Olson! If I don't let him have his way, he'll bite me!
It was a rather awkward position for her to be in, with her toes and the balls of her feet on the floor and her wide-splayed legs straining to keep her rump from slipping off the bed. But she hardly noticed the strain when she felt the full length of the canine's tongue snaking up into her rippling belly. Perro lapped the remains of Simmons' sperm off the velvety walls of her vagina and kept right on, licking the copious flow of her sexual nectar directly from its productive source.
"God!" she moaned, grabbing her tits and massaging them as she rolled her head lollingly from side to side. "God, God, God!!!"
Almost as if her pleasured outburst were a signal, the boxer backed his snout out of her overheated cuntal vestibule and stopped licking her altogether.
"More!" Susan husked. "Don't stop now, Perro! I'm almost there! Lick me till I come!"
But the panting animal had other ideas. Susan had guessed right. His mistress had taught him to lick her blonde twat. The voluptuous maid had also taught the seventy-five pound dog to mount her and screw her. Perro had been trained well, so he had no difficult in finding his mark. Before Susan realized what was happening, the tan boxer reared up over her and plunged the entire length of his long, beet-red canine penis into the slippery depths of her unsuspecting human pussy.
"Oh, no!" Susan yelped, shuddering with pleasure as the pointed tip of his hot dick speared into the tiny mouth of her ultra-sensitive womb.
He's got his penis in me! her shocked mind groaned. A dog! I'm being fucked by a dog!
Wasting no time, the powerful canine began fucking into her with rapid-fire thrusts, locking his forelegs around her torso and servicing her the way he'd been trained to do.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, fighting for air as she stared with utter incredulity at the boxer's dangling red tongue and sad glassy eyes.
Susan had read about bestiality, and she'd found the subject strangely disquieting. Now that she herself was getting it from a large dog, she realized why. It was forbidden everywhere, considered to be a crime against nature, but the incredible perversity of copulation with an animal made it terribly exciting. What Perro lacked in penile girth, he more than made up for in length, heat and vigorous thrusting.
"Do ittt!!" she rasped gutturally. "Do it to me, ou magnificent animal! Fuck me ... ohhhh ... FUCK MEEE!!!"
Her fit of lust bordered on insanity. It was an abomination, what she and Krista's dog were doing. This she knew. The trouble was, she no longer cared. Susan felt as if she'd been dragged down to the very depths of depravity, and she loved it there. Throwing everything she'd ever stood for to the wind, she gave up her human status for the privilege of rutting with the wildly humping boxer as if she herself had been reduced to a bitch in heat. Which she had, of course, temporarily.
The heretofore prim young miss' thinking mind was out of it at this point. Susan was functioning purely on the animal level, with the strongest instinct in the world sweeping her up and carrying her to the heights of sexual rapture.
Perro's back arched at a fantastic clip as his gleaming red cock pistoned within the sucking cylinder of Susan's burning cunt. The dog whimpered and whined, dribbling saliva all over the jouncing mounds of her aching white breasts.
And Susan, her eyes glazed over with raging lust, whimpered and whined right along with the slavering beast she had fully accepted as her unnatural lover.
Mindlessly they fucked on and on, with the lust-crazed young woman having one soul-shattering orgasm after another in rapid succession, each of which only served to plunge her ever deeper into the throes of her runaway passion.
"Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God!" she could be heard chanting in a hoarse voice between her gasping gulps of air.
She clawed the bed on each side of her wildly pumping hips. The cords connecting her inner thighs to her sweat-dripping body stood out taut and jerking. Animal-like snarls and hisses streamed from her gaping mouth. She flung her head till her hair was a tangled mess.
And still the large dog fucked her, his ass moving so fast it was a blur of motion. He made her come so many times that his slender, red-hot pecker could actually be heard jabbing into her.
Squish, squish, squish, came the wet, rhythmic noises of their bestial union.
Susan's plushy pussy was giving off so much hot girl goo that it washed in waves down the fleshy gorge of her quivering ass and lay beneath her in a slick pool, soaking through the sheet and into the mattress.
It was during her umpteenth climax, and she was about to pass out from the agonizing ecstasy of it, when she felt a large knot start slipping up the shaft of Perro's womb-nudging penis.
The added stimulation of the penile knot popping incessantly in and out of her slushy hair-ringed hole kept her coming for what seemed like forever. Finally the knot was all the way inside her and moving quickly the rest of the way up the animal's thrusting prick.
When it was almost to the pointed tip of his rod, the panting boxer hunched all the way into her and began yelping like crazy. Perro was shuddering all over, just like Susan had been doing for some time, and his cock was pounding and jerking around in her belly. Then all at once he expelled a massive gush of dog cum. Some of the superheated animal sperm squirted in through the tiny, dilated mouth of her convulsing womb, with the rest of the scalding fluid irrigating the deep end of her fluttering vagina.
Susan groaned huskily, her body quaking from the top of her flung-back head right down to the tips of her trembling toes.
She never lost consciousness completely, but she was only dimly aware of the dog using his tongue to clean up her messy crotch when at long last he had finished fucking her. For quite a while she could only lie there shuddering with bliss and sobbing brokenly.
Then pieces of her blown mind started fitting themselves back into their proper places, and when she could think clearly enough to realize what had happened, it was just too horrible for her to accept. Feeling like the lowest scum of creation, she pulled her hair and cursed herself unmercifully, then staggered over to the French doors and let the contented dog out. She had never known such total, scathing shame as she now suffered. Kneeling beside the doors, she prayed for God to strike her dead.