"Ohhhh…"

But she would feel so silly, unable to control her own dog! She would never live it down.

"No!"

Chad was swarming around her ankles, sniffing her, mouthing her legs, panting heavily against her flesh. It was so strangely good, feeling that touch, that warm, wet, silky touch of his tongue! Linda closed the door, relocking it. No, she wasn't going to call Hank for help. She stood there, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what was going to happen next. Perhaps it was only this light tickling tonguing! She liked it… she…

"No!"

Linda knew why she liked it! She knew why she wanted that dog around her. The excitement racing through her cunt had reached a fever pitch now. The animal was actually exciting her, arousing her the way Greig Hansen had done that night in the back seat of his Ford. But this was different, far different. This was an animal, a dog touching her, licking her, making her pussy feel so warm and wet and tight. She felt her cunt swelling, felt those fat pussy-lips folding over one another while her cunt walls fluttered with anticipation.

"No…"

She slapped downward, trying to get the dog away from her. But Chad ducked back, whimpering through those black nostrils again. Linda felt she had to get away, up to her room perhaps, away from the pursuing animal.

"Get… get away from me, Chad!"

She ran through the room, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. The animal followed, making a growling noise in his throat. Again he nosed between Linda's legs as she reached the stairs. Closing her eyes, she rested against the banister, her fingers tightening around the smooth polished handrail. If her aunt and mother could see her now! If they could see her standing there, aroused by a German Shepherd, fighting down sexual excitement because a dog was sticking his snout up her… it was too disgusting for thought!