"Fuck me, fuck me with that tongue!" Kathy cried.

Marcie suspected the girl saw nothing. She was staring straight up at the ceiling, her mouth half opened, odd guttural groans coming from deep in her chest. And over it all, there were the slick, smacking sounds of the German Shepherd's tongue licking over her cunt! With a good deal of effort, Marcie turned around, leaning heavily against the wall. What she'd seen horrified as well as delighted her. She stumbled down the corridor, one of her sandals slipping from her feet.

"No, I've got to be dreaming," she whispered, one hand still against her mouth as she stumbled into the living room and leaned against the overstuffed chair. "Wrong… wrong!"

She moved around and sat heavily in the chair. It was only then the girl realized just how aroused she was. Watching her cousin Kathy gyrate under the dog's heavy cunt-licking had done something to her, something she couldn't quite understand fully. Kathy had looked so excited, so pleased at the touch of Pardner's tongue. There were no cries of agony or fear as the big black German Shepherd mounted her and licked her pussy! Marcie sank back farther into the chair, rubbing her upper arms with both hands. How her flesh was puckered up into goose pimples! And all the while her cunt was still hot, so very wet and slippery down there between her white, shivering legs! It was a feeling she had had more often lately, and one she knew it was best not to have right now! That dog! That beautiful, wonderful dog fucking his tongue right into her cousin's pussy! There was nothing Marcie could do to shake the image from her mind.

"Ohhhh…" Gripping the armrests, the blonde teenager shook her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her throat. How could she feel excited over something like this? How could she?