Chapter Two

"Horrible! Awful! Get away!"

But Joyce didn't really mean it. The dog opened his mouth wide and pressed his fangs into the flesh of her left inner thigh. He wasn't biting. He was only showing her he was boss, that he could manipulate her any way he chose. It was awful realizing that this animal could almost think the way a man does. She shivered, sucking in a ragged breath. Rex let go for a second, then bit higher on her thigh. Her nerve ends were overstimulated, over-loaded with the rush of feelings assailing her body.

What did it matter anyway? Why was she so concerned with her damned pride? What did pride have to do with this? She was horny, a horny woman who hadn't had a man touch her for four years. And now this animal was going to take care of that horrible burning itch driving her half mad! Spreading her thighs for Rex, she sobbed, rolled to her side on the bed. The sloppy nylon twisted, pulled into a small rope that fell to the side and exposed her swollen labes.

"Ohhh…ughhhh…" she groaned. Rex barked with excitement. He lunged at the glistening tender surfaces that had been peeled open. Joyce didn't try to fight him now. The animal was too strong, was trying to overpower her now. He gouged his claws against her thighs, plunging his long nose up and down against the slick folds of her cunt. She could see that her own juice was wetting the fur around his mouth. His black nostrils glistened with her heat. Joyce threw her head from side to side, feeling her long blonde hair stick to her dampened cheeks and forehead. That wonderful rush of sexuality was going through her cunt once more. The woman tightened her rump, prancing it wildly over the bed, then letting the muscles relax as she breathed heavily and unevenly.

"Fuck, fuck… "she chanted.

No, she didn't want the dog to do that! No, she didn't think she could handle a doggie fuck. She kept her legs straight, spread for the animal, but the knees remained stiff as he kept on licking. She pointed her toes out, fanning them until they cramped. That wild, hot tickle was becoming worse, turning into an excruciating ache. She was building steadily toward an orgasm. And yet Joyce couldn't quite grasp the meaning of it all. What was this about? Why was she turning onto this filthy dog, to this… oh, God, to this German Shepherd?