"Good, soooo good… " she panted, as she pushed one hand down to see how wet she was. When Joyce moved her fingertips to the edge of her swollen cuntal mound she could feel Rex's tongue lapping her knuckles, making her fingers shake again.

The young woman backed up, swinging her legs over the animal's proud head until her feet touched the carpeted floor. Standing up, bracing herself against the wall, Joyce reached down and pulled her jersey over her head. She felt the slight tug the garment made against her tits and shivered. Everything touching her now aroused her. Reaching back she fumbled for her bra strap, then sighed as she felt the elastic bands loosen around her shoulders. In a moment her thunderous thirty-eight-inch tits swung free, the hard nipples twitching with excitement.

In another moment her skirt was gone, a heap of crumpled, spit-stained material on the floor. Climbing back onto the bed, Joyce lay with her legs widely spread apart, her head propped up on one fluffy pillow. This was wild, awful, perverted! Never in her life had she thought of doing something like this. Even now it seemed unreal, like one of those awful erotic dreams she'd been having. Now in the dark she was making one of those dreams come true.

How she burned down there between her legs! The dog was back on top of her in a second, lapping her cunt. Then he started growling, angered by the barrier her panties now presented him. He grew bolder, wrenching his head as if he'd captured another animal. She felt his sharp teeth nip at her panties, tearing them from her body. It was the last shred of clothing to go from her body, the last shred of pride she had left. Now the woman was open to him, completely exposed to whatever he wanted to do.