The animal pushed his strong furry shoulders farther between her knees. Janet let her legs fall farther apart until her knees were nearly touching the soft carpeting. Janet tasted blood from her bitten lip.

"Nooooooo!"

Janet snapped her legs together, feeling the furry rub of Bodego's body against the insides of her thighs. Hot flashes raced through her cunt again. It was the awful tingly weakness she felt that was driving her mad.

It was like the feeling she always had when she awakened from one of her erotic dreams. Those dreams had been getting worse and worse… dreams about Doug, about what they had done nightly for so many months. And they had seemed so real at times. When she awoke, Janet would put one hand next to her.

Of course there was no one there. It had only been her tortured imagination. She always climaxed just as she was awakening, just as reality blended with the twisted images of her dreams. Yet those images were no more bizarre than having a dog lick her cunt.

She sobbed, rolled on her side on the floor. Her knees were pressed tightly together now, pulled away from the growling animal. The sloppy nylon crotch panel twisted, pulled into a rope that fell to the side and exposed her swollen cuntlips.

"Nooooo!"

He was doing it again, touching her. He growled with excitement, pushing forward, touching the slick surfaces that had been peeled open as Janet had rolled over.

"Ohhhh!"

The Airedale seemed more aroused, more hot than ever before!

"Oh, this is wrong, impossible! It can't be happening to me!"

And yet it was. The reality of her situation crashed in on her. A mature woman twisting and sobbing and panting like some heated bitch while a dog, a Goddamned dog was mounting her! The last ounce of strength ebbed from her body. He was gouging his claws against her thighs, sticking his long, fuzzy nose up and down against the slick folds of her pussy. His black nostrils glistened with her juice. She was juicing. Janet could smell herself. It was awful, awful to be behaving like this!