The Persistent Doggy 1 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 1

... rolled down her torn, wet, panties, and slipped them off of her shapely ankles before tossing them violently at Rascal’s face.

The panties hit him and fell to the bed, ignored. At that moment, Elizabeth realized her panties were not the prize he was after so persistently.

“Oh, no!” she said. “Oh, no you don’t, Doggy!” Elizabeth sat up, hugged her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “You...! You...! You are worse than my husband!”

Rascal was enjoying their game. He shoved his nose into the base of her thighs and began to lick.

“Oh! Stop that! Stop that right now!” she exclaimed. “You’re licking my..., my...” Rascal’s hot, wet, tongue was so close to her pussy! He was lapping at her crack, trying to get deeper into her feminine honey-pot.

“Unnnhhhh!” Elizabeth’s head was spinning! Her pussy was gushing! Juices oozed from her slit and dripped down to her crack. Rascal tasted her essence and excitedly pushed his tongue deeper, probing for the source.

“Ah..., ah..., ah...,” Elizabeth panted. She couldn’t take much more of this! Then, something changed within her. Her body responded and she loosened her arms, still wrapped around her knees. Her legs parted slightly. She didn’t want this, but she did. Oh! She did!

Rascal’s tongue probed deeper! He was tasting her pussy and tickling her pussy lips!

“Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnooooo! Nnnnnnggggghhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhh! Whaaaaat? Whaaaat arrrrrrrre youuuuu doooing toooooo meeeeee?”

She was feeling ...

... weak. The room was spinning! She had to have more! No! She mustn’t. Yes! She must! She had to have more of that wicked, wicked, tongue! She opened her legs and Rascal’s tongue plunged into her soaking, wet, slit!

“Ahhhhhh! Doggy! Doggy! Doggy!” Pretending to faint, Elizabeth fell back on to the bed. As she swooned, she spread her legs wide, removing any hinderance for his incessant, probing, licking, tongue.

Rascal feasted on her pussy. He tasted her flowing, gushing, juices. He pushed his tongue deeply into her love canal.

Elisabeth’s husband once wanted to perform this disgusting act on her, and she refused. But with the dog, it was different. Dogs were immoral animals, licking themselves constantly, while humans were decent and respectable. While shameful, it was so liberating to let herself go. She felt like a wild, lust-filled, animal. No one would ever know what she did... what Rascal did... She humped her crotch into the air, gyrating her hips to get more of those wonderful feelings while allowing the dog to plunge his togue even further, delving deeper into to the dark recess of her perfect pussy.

“Nnnnhhhh! What’s happening to meeee-eeeee-eeeee?” Elizabeth cried. Her pussy was tingling. Her thighs were shaking. Her insides were turning to jelly.

As her head rolled back and forth on the bed, her body writhing, Rascal continued his attack. He began licking her from bottom to top, smashing her stiff clitoris with his thick, wet, tongue.

Electricity ...