The Berkeley Coed's Assault - Sex Stories

The Berkeley Coed's Assault

... needed, nor had Jess had the opportunity to fully insert the key to turn the deadbolt lock as well as the doorknob lock. He grabbed her tee shirt with his teeth and tugged Jess back into the grassy front yard pulling Jessica down after several tugs. Jessica didn't want to be mauled, though she wanted to kill this dog now for his aggressive and dominating ways. She had thought of struggling for a second straight day but didn't want to chance what would happen if she did. She could get mauled or bit. She had never imagined having sex like this. There was no cuddling, no kissing, just a hard pounding messy fuck with an explosive release at the end. She had no idea she had consented, she had only figured she was taking the fastest path out of the situation. Realizing there was no way out of this, she sat there a moment with the Rotty staring intently at her, then while still on the ground, she took off her jogging shoes. She undid her jeans and grabbed her panties at the same time; she lifted her ass up and pulled them off. Feeling the cool grass against her ass cheeks being a similar sensation of the way she now felt she thought. With only her tee shirt on, she rolled over onto her knees and spread her legs far apart for the Rotty to fuck her. Her tan lined body with the lighter shades where her skimpy bikini had covered her, seemingly beckoning to the erogenous areas. He was very excited and started to lick her legs and rapidly reached her pussy, the tongue repeatedly dragging ...

... over her pussy, over her clit, then back up between the open cleft of her buttocks over her tightly clenched anus. To her horror Jessica realized that she was becoming aroused, the rough tongue, flicking relentlessly across her clitoris, was producing an automatic response, and she had no power to control it. She was mortified even as her arousal increased and she felt her juices began to flow as she futilely tried to suppress her growing pleasure. Soon she felt the beginnings of her orgasm, it was out on the horizon, but was coming in like a Tsunami. The tongue tip occasionally dragged deeply between her labial lips causing her to shudder. From previous experience and training, the Rotty sensed her arousal and then hopped on her back. His front paws however kept slipping off of her. The loose shirt was not providing an adequate grip. She did not like the feel of his cum all of over her, and she was getting tired of having his weight on and off her back. She took off her shirt then her bra and the rotty was once again was too happy to keep trying and he wrapped his front paws around her, luckily he had his dew claws removed and his nails were trimmed to a short smooth bluntness. She just wanted it to be over and the sooner it started the sooner it would be. Rather than letting him fumble around, miss his mark at her legs, or worse find the wrong hole, she resigned herself and slowly reached her left arm between her legs and grabbed a hold of the Rotty’s red and purple cock as ...