"Ohhh… no, no, this can't be happening… it just can't be!"

"Oh yeah, Marcie. It's happening. It's happening to you like it happened to me."

Marcie shook her head, still trying to extricate herself from under the dog's grasp. Surely she wasn't that kind of woman, the kind who would let animals do things like that to her. Again she thought of those awful stories the boys at school told about the girls in Mexico who fucked with animals. How they laughed so dirtily, thinking those women the lowest things on earth. And there she was, prim and proper Miss Marcie Edwards letting this German Shepherd molest her.

"Ohhhhh!"

She was opening her cunt to him. Yes, oh God yes, she was sliding back down on the bed, resting her head on the crushed pillow while bending her knees and spreading them slowly apart for the cunt-hungry dog.

In response, Pardner was going wild. His tongue began slopping over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, leaving a long slick trail of spit. She was feeling the hot, sexy, rubbing drag of the dog's tongue over her skin! She moaned, closing her eyes while rubbing her fingertips over her tits. She squeezed them, feeling the rubbery nipple flesh rubbing up against her knuckles.

"Oh God!"

"Isn't it great? And if it wasn't for me you'd be wondering how it felt. Right?"

"Oh yes, yes."

Pardner held her down with both forelegs now, his tongue slopping up and down over her cunt. Each lick was bringing rivers of juice from her cunt. It was such a lovely, wonderful friction. Her knees fell apart more and more. She could hear her cunt-lips unsticking. The dog moved forward, his head resting against her right thigh now. His ear rubbing up against her hot flesh. And he was licking her pussy steadily, nuzzling his snout against her swelling cunt-lips almost tenderly. He was smelling her, tasting and smelling her cunt as she writhed and jerked like a speared fish.