"Look, you've got the dog interested now," Kathy said, a smile crossing her lips.

"Oh no, no…"

"I saw you standing there," Kathy said, her voice low and throaty. "I saw you standing in the doorway watching me while Pardner licked me off."

"You did?"

The German Shepherd braced in front of her, his head down, his muscular shoulders trembling while she lay there spread-legged in front of him. And her cousin was only grinning at her.

"Sure. I figured you were hot for the same thing. But you'd need a kind of lead-in. That's why I dragged you back here. See what a good cousin I am?"

"No, it's horrible!"

"That's what you say now."

At that point the dog lunged forward. Marcie felt dizzy as she twisted around, stretching one arm and leg over the side of the bed as if she were going to roll away. That was the last independent movement she was to make that afternoon. Her knees trembled as the dog's paws scratched over her thighs. No, no, she could feel his muzzle probing hungrily between her thighs.

"No! Oh, I'm not like you, Kathy! Stop him! Please, stop him!"

She was beating the dog on his spine with her fists. But he didn't seem to notice her light blows. He pushed bravely on, fitting his body tightly between her legs. Her mouth opened wide, a breath rushing over her front teeth. "This can't be happening…"

Marcie was whispering to herself, feeling completely out of focus with the animal. She could feel the velvety wetness of her pussy exposed. She could feel the inner warm surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she squirmed higher on the mattress. The dog wouldn't let her go, pressing one firm paw on her left thigh while pressing his cold black snout against her pussy. The girl arched her spine, snapping her head back at the touch. Pardner was such a handsome dog – big and black, his fur almost shining. His big brown eyes rolled up, staring at her while his pink tongue began licking at the bottom junction of her cunt-lips.