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The Persistent Doggy 1

... encounter. That was when she began to wear flannel nightgowns at night, to stay warm while keeping some distance between the two of them.

But, before long, the heat from the blankets, the heavy flannel nighty, and the heat Rascal’s body, became unbearable. She flipped off the blankets and after a moment’s hesitation, removed her heavy nightgown. Wearing just her panties, she slipped back into her warm, comfortable, bed.

It felt so liberating to have her breasts exposed! Feeling a little giddy, she rolled over to Rascal and scratched his ears, as she rubbed her naked thighs together.

“You’re going to keep your mommy nice and warm, aren’t you boy?” Rascal licked her face. “I guess it will be OK if you sleep with me all the time.”

Rascal lapped at her face and Elizabeth laughed. “Stop that, Doggy!” she giggled. She petted him while he attempted to lick, moving her head from side to side as he licked her cheek, her ears, and her shapely neck. She attempted to push him away, but inadvertently, moved his hairy snout lower, down to her undulating breasts, where her protesting arms provided him another, more interesting target.

Rascal’s long, wet, tongue, licked her cleavage, right between her large, round, globes.

“Ohhhh!” she exclaimed. And before she could react, he licked her again, right across a sensitive nipple!

“Unnnghhh!” Elizabeth cried. “Doggy! Stop that! Stop that, right now!”

But Rascal continued, ignoring her commands and her weak attempts to ...

... push him away. He stood up on all fours, and towering over her, proceeded to lick all over her breasts.

“Ohhhh! Doggy. Stop. Please stop! You’re slobbering on my breasts. You’re making them wet! You’re making my..., my...” She paused and whispered, as if someone might hear her. “You’re making my pussy wet!”

She was not used to such feelings of arousal, and without a man to judge and shame her, she allowed herself the leniency to enjoy the sensations, if only for a moment.

But, her previous sexual denials and the steady lap, lap, lapping of her persistent dog, finally awoke the long-simmering passions in Elizabeth. Her pussy tingled and oozed! She gripped her breasts and squeezed them, and impulsively moved them closer, wanting more of those intense feelings. Her nipples were hard and tingling! He lapped at them as his mistress moaned beneath him. She offered her breasts to Rascal, nearly placing them into his mouth, and felt his wet tongue raking across her stiff, sensitive, nipples repeatedly.

“Oh! Doggy!” she cried. “I can’t! I shouldn’t! We mustn’t!” Despite her words of protest, her body undulated on the bed, rolling her hips, as Rascal continued to ravish her breasts. Her body was on fire! But then, he finally stopped, only to lick her neck and face.

“Are you wanting to kiss me now?” she asked, playfully, with only a hint of anger. “You take advantage of my hospitality, and now want my forgiveness?”

But Rascal wanted something else. He towered over her and ...