But standing there in the hall, letting him touch her cunt with his tongue was going too far by most standards. The frowning face of her mother suddenly floated in front of her, those terrible words condemning her if she were to let a man touch her echoing through her mind. But this wasn't a man. What would her mother have to say about a dog? Again Linda choked out a laugh.

"Ohhhh… uuuuhhhh…" she moaned.

Linda tried kicking at the dog once more. Chad was ready for her again, backing away, then jumping forward when she nearly lost her balance from that blow. There was the sudden scalding pressure of his tongue as it brushed over the elastic leg band of her soaked panties, peeling her cunt-lips apart. That sensation, that touch of his tongue against her pussy-meat nearly brought her to her knees! Her shoulder blades banged heavily against the frame, knocking the picture from the wall. As it crashed to the floor behind her, temporarily startling the animal, Linda felt her knees shaking mightily. One wet lick had rubbed over her clit, making the woman bite down hard on her lower lip and draw blood. Yes, she had to punish herself, punish herself for feeling something this good coming from this unnatural situation.

For it was unnatural. Nothing seemed real, nothing seemed right any longer. She had never heard of a woman doing something like this. Well, she had heard of it, but the women doing it were always fictionalized joke characters or those awful whores south of the border who did it for the money. Horses! Donkeys! Now there was something she could try! If the dog didn't satisfy her, she could always go down to the corral and…

What am I thinking of? she asked herself.

Had she lost her senses? The clouds of her excitement broke for a moment and Linda saw herself as a sick, perverted woman doing the worst thing possible to satisfy her lust.

"Away… get away…"

But Chad pressed harder. She felt her asscheeks tight against the wall. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't seem to make him stop. Again Linda raised her hand to strike the animal. And this time when the animal ducked back she pushed herself forward, staggering awkwardly toward her bedroom. He couldn't do it in there, not in her room, not when she locked the door.