"Chad… ohhhhh!"

Why couldn't she get away? Why couldn't she find the strength and courage to kick the animal out from between her legs and rush to her room? The door was only ten feet away. Surely she could make it in, slam and lock the door behind her to keep Chad out.

"No, oh I can't… I just can't."

It was becoming hard for Linda to breathe. She was wheezing and panting almost as hard as the dog. Linda reached out and grasped frantically at a light fixture mounted to one side of the picture rattling behind her. The world was coming to an end for her! The dog butted his head up against her thighs, forcing them farther apart so he could lick her cunt more easily.

"Oh, ohhh…"

Linda rolled her head against the wall, closing her eyes, feeling hot tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. Wrong, wrong, so very wrong! She could feel his tongue licking over her buttocks now. In a moment Linda felt the silken material of her panties quickly soak through with doggie spit, making it so much easier for her to feel the roughness of the animal's tongue against her pussy.

"Horrible… horrible," she gasped, opening her eyes and peering down at the animal.

She could smell herself now, actually smell her arousal. That was what was making Chad so crazy, so determined to hold her there and lick. He liked that, liked that smell, the taste of her fuck juice as it oozed from her fuck pit and soaked down her panties. He was an animal, a lusting animal aroused by her smell. And how she hated him! How she absolutely hated him for doing this awful thing to her! What would her aunt say if she were to find out this sort of thing went on under her roof?