The Persistent Doggy 1 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 1

... turned around, seeking the source of her musky scent.

As Rascal sniffed her stomach, Elizabeth stopped in shock. Rascal’s body was close to her face. She looked underneath him, and stared at his cock.

No longer hidden by his hairy sheath, his hard, pink, red and purple, penis jutted out from above his heavy, hanging, ball-sack.

“Oh, my!” she breathed. “Oh, my goodness!”

Rascal’s penis was shiny and wet. It was long and hard. It was nothing like her ex-husband’s penis. The dog’s cock was pointed and veiny. It had a huge, thick, bulge in the center, and a gnarled knot at the base.

“Doggy! Get that nasty thing away from me!” she hissed. Elizabeth tried to push him, but his body only moved slightly, making his long, hard, doggy-cock sway back and forth. It was disgusting! It was obscene! It was... hypnotizing...

Although she found it repulsive, the sight of the aroused animal affected her. She caught her breath. She stared. She squeezed her slippery breasts. She pinched her nipples and gasped as the tingling feeling traveled directly from her tits, to her pussy. She rubbed her thighs together, stimulating her pussy.

The dog was sexually aroused. So was she. She suddenly understood why men leered at her, why women flirted so brazenly, and why animals..., why Rascal..., why Doggy’s penis became hard and erect.

As she stared at the massive slab of dog-meat, Rascal located the source of her feminine musk. He shoved his nose between her thighs, frustrated by ...

... her plain, cotton, panties. He poked and prodded her with his nose, as if he was trying to move her panties out of the way, to allow him access to her wet, odiferous, love canal.

“No!” she cried. “Get away from there!” Elizabeth was mortified. A dog was sniffing and prodding her most sacred female spot! She began to flail her legs.

“Grrrrrrrr! Rufff!” Rascal’s playful growl and sharp bark made her stop immediately. She froze.

Rascal assumed this was an invitation, and continued poking her with his cold, wet, nose. He rubbed his snout against the elastic of her panties, trying to push them away. It was almost as if he was familiar with a women’s underwear. Finally, showing his expertise, he caught the hem of her panties at her waist and bit it, almost nipping her.

Rascal tugged. He tugged again. Elizabeth felt her panties stretching and felt the cool air on her hot, wet, cunt! Afraid he would rip her panties, Elizabeth lifted her butt off of the mattress, and allowed her dog to pull the damp garment down to her thighs.

Pleased with himself, Rascal sat up and smiled at her, panting heavily, as if he wanted to be praised.

“You..., you..., you..., Rascal, you!” Elizabeth cried. She reached down to pull her panties back up, but Rascal grabbed them, tugging them hard, like he was playing a game with her. She heard them rip.

“Look what you’ve done, Doggy!” she said. “Bad, bad, dog!”

Rascal smiled at her.

“Fine, you want my panties? Take them!” Elizabeth ...