Chapter 10

I hadn't realized at the time when I cuddled up next to Pal, but we were slated to get involved in some more action I started petting him, seeking some more love from him. After running my fingers up and down his coat several times, he began getting turned on in a big way.

He barked enthusiastically several times, then started wagging his tail. Finally Pal began to lick his lips, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before He and I would be getting involved again sexually. Pal dropped his head down between my legs. He wasn't about to let any time slip by. His tongue began to work methodically against my' pussy. He wasn't working it as quickly as he had the last time that he sucked me, but he was setting a pretty good pace.

"Oh, darling, I like your tongue," I sighed, "keep it working, my dear. Yes, I want it, darling. Oh, I want it very much, suck me, baby, oh, work your tongue over my mound."

As he continued to exercise his tongue inside my hot snatch, I twisted my body back and forth. I was enjoying the firm, sustained strokes that he was providing for my pussy.

"Keep running your tongue over my snatch," I exclaimed, "oh, baby, what tongue action. Go ahead, lover. Oh, keep your tongue sliding. It's such a beautiful tongue, it's such a great tongue. Keep it going. Oh, baby, your action is so good. You know how to grind your hot tongue."

The longer that Pal kept up his pace, the quicker that he began to exercise his tongue as he drove it ever deeper into my mound.

"Keep moving," I called out, "drive it into my mound. Oh, bring me off, my dear. You've got to do it. Yes, darling, oh, keep moving. Drive it into me. Oh, sweetheart, baby, you can really suck me. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, this is so nice. You're gonna have 'me off in no time. Yes, darling, oh, keep up the sucking. Keep driving your tongue. Jab it into my mound."

The quicker that I circulated my body, and the louder and more emphatically I commenced speaking to him, the quicker and more effectively that Pal delivered his tongue as it drove ever deeper into my hot love gash.

"Suck me, oh, keep driving your tongue," I called out. "Oh, yes, lover. Oh, you just about have me there. Oh, sweetheart, baby, oh, keep sucking."

I reached out and clutched my fingers around my canine lover's head. I held, on tightly, gasping and sighing as he kept up his rapid-fire pace, driving his tongue with steely determination into my hot love pit. He kept right on going, driving his tongue quickly, energetically moving it around inside my pussy.

"Oh, I really feel the moisture," I called out, "oh, baby, I'm feeling it. This is just the beginning. Oh, darling, the juices are really gonna spray. Oh, darling, keep it going. Keep on sucking my mound. Oh, work your tongue around my pussy."

While my body swayed from side to side, he kept up his spirited pace, working his tongue as he pushed me ever closer to orgasm.

"Oh, that's the way to do it," I gasped, "oh, keep your tongue sliding. Yes, darling, oh, how I want it. Push it into my mound. Yes, my dear, oh, I really do want to juice. Oh, here it goes."

As my buttocks bounced up and down on the bed, causing the springs to jangle as the juices shot from my pussy and into his mouth.

"Devour me," I called out to Pal. "Come on, Pal, honey, oh, I'm going, going, oh, I'm juicing, juicing, oh, swallow every bit of it, baby, oh, go ahead, darling, I love it. I love every bit of it. Oh, eat every drop of the hot stuff. Go get it, lover. Come on, darling, I want you to swallow it. YES, BABY, OH, IT'S SO GOOD, OH, I like it, I love it, oh, darling, yes, oh, it's nice."

Just as he was finishing up on my mound, all of the sudden I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

I jerked my body quickly away from Pal's tongue, startling him.

But the most startled being in the room was not Pal.

I observed Vic standing there just a few feet away from the bed, his face ashen and his jaw trembling.

"I don't believe it, I just don't believe it," he shook his head.

"Honey, I was so lonely," I began to sob.

Pal became upset. He charged toward Vic, deciding that he was the culprit who had made me cry. He began to growl, then quickly displayed his teeth.

"Pal, get away from there," I exclaimed.

Vic turned on his heels and walked out of the room. I jumped up from the bed and pursued him, closing the door behind me and leaving Pal in the bedroom.

"Honey, I can explain," I sobbed.

"I think I've seen just about enough. What a disgusting, revolting exhibition. I decided I'd surprise you. I could have called you earlier today, but I figured I'd come and see you and use my key to get inside. I never expected to find anything like this."

"It just kind of happened, I was all by myself and that was it," I explained. "Sure, I can always go out and find guys to play around with, but is that what you would want?"

"No, I wouldn't, but I wouldn't want this either," he said firmly.

"Darling, I needed some kind of consolation. I felt so alone."

"So have a lot of people for certain periods of time. But that doesn't mean that these women go out and ball with animals, does it?"

"I guess it doesn't," I admitted. "I'm sorry, Vic."

"You really look sorry. And you looked even sorrier when you were in bed with, that canine. It's about the most disgusting thing that I've ever seen in my life."

"I'm sorry, baby."

"Don't give me any more of this I'm sorry business. That's all I've been hearing. I'm gonna get the hell out of here. You know, strangely enough, I was in a great mood when I got here. I was gonna invite you out to dinner with me. I wanted to make a really big evening out of it."

"Please don't leave me," I raised my voice dramatically as the tears started to drop down both sides of my face.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm afraid that if I didn't leave right now I'd throw up all over this beautiful carpet that I paid for."

At that point Vic abruptly slammed the door.

I felt like a terrible heel. Not only had I been caught in the act of having sex with Pal, but the dog was on the verge of attacking Vic. Here it bad been Vic's idea to get Pal for me in the first place, and he was the one who had brought the dog to me.

So there I was, lying on the sofa, sobbing bitterly. I would never be able to live it down I thought.

I kept wondering what would happen with my, relationship with Vic. I had the feeling that this was the end. He would probably come back the next day after he had cooled off and would soberly read me the riot act, informing me of the fact that he would no longer support me.

It was what I expected, and I knew that I couldn't blame him one solitary bit if he did take that attitude.

As I continued sobbing, I heard the sounds of a confused Pal doing some sobbing of his own in the bedroom.