The Persistent Doggy 2 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 2

... felt his cold, wet, nose pushing between her opened thighs. ‘Oh, no! Not again!’ she thought.

“You stop that, Doggy!” she scolded. “You stop that right now!” She tried to close her legs, but only manage to trap his head between her soft thighs.

Rascal ignored her attempts to remove him. He wanted more of her delicious secretions. He pushed his snout between her legs, forcing her thighs further apart.

“Oh! Doggy! Doggy! Doggy! No, Doggy!” Elizabeth cried, as she felt his tongue tickling her tender thighs. She tried to push his head away from her creamy snatch, but he was too strong for her. Her actions caused her legs to part, allowing him to lick her moist folds.

“Please, stop, Doggy! Nnnnngggghhh!” Elizabeth grunted, her body curling. It was just like last night! His warm tongue, her hot pussy, the exquisite feelings coursing through her sexually deprived body!

“Oh, heavens! You certainly are persistent!” Elizabeth stood up. “Why won’t you listen to me?” She had to get away from his long, wet, tongue, or else she would be moaning in her kitchen chair like a wanton harlot!

She stood up, weak in the knees. She needed a shower. Yes! That’s it! She needed to cleanse her body of all the disgusting dog-germs and filthy-memories, and wash away the deranged sexual feelings she was having. That is exactly what she needed! A nice, hot shower. Plus, it would give her time alone to think, and get away from her amorous dog and his long, wet, warm, delicious, ...

... tongue.

Rascal became excited when she stood before him. He jumped up at her, almost knocking her over. Elizabeth stormed quickly out of her kitchen, tightening her robe around her naked body.

Rascal followed her into the living room. He prodded her butt with his nose. Poking her where those luscious scents were emanating from. He poked her firmly, and repeatedly.

“Stop that, Doggy!” Elizabeth snapped. She turned around.

Rascal looked up at her and smiled. He barked, then moved towards her. He shoved his nose under the hem of her robe lifted it up. He lapped at her pussy!

“Ahhhhh! No! No! No!” she scolded. His tongue was making her crazy. She almost paused to allow him to continue, but she knew it was wrong. So very, very, wrong!

“Listen, Doggy!” she began, shaking a finger at him. “You stop that right now! Quit licking my pussy!”

Hearing the word, ‘pussy’, Rascal barked. It seemed as if he knew the word. He once again stuck his head under her robe, and nudged her cunt with his cold, wet, nose. It pressed against her clit, sending tingles throughout her pussy.

“Oh! Heavens!” Elisabeth said. She had to get away. Why wouldn’t he listen to her?

Elizabeth turned, with Rascal growing more excited below her. She bolted for the security of the bathroom, but tripped over the dog, who was entangled between her legs. She fell to the floor. Unhurt, she tried to stand as Rascal circled her, nudging her body with his cold nose.

Elizabeth raised herself onto her hand and ...