And yet could she help it! All those years of self-denial, all those years of fighting down her natural urges so she could raise her daughter decently were now taking their toll. What normally would have been considered unthinkable was now something to be coveted, to be sought after and relished. A dog! Why not a dog? Why not anything, anything that could ease that awful burning itch between her legs!

These and other similar thoughts whirled about in her brain as Bodego continued licking her pussy.

"Ughhh… oooooohhh!"

It was wild, mad. Janet pushed out her leg, fanning out her toes. The excruciating tickle was becoming worse. She knew she was about to cum, building steadily toward an orgasm.

"Oh, oh, Doug! Oh God, oh Doug!"

Yes, a man, that's what she wanted, that's what she needed. A man's touch, a man's hands roaming all over her body, cupping her asscheeks, spreading his fingers into her sweaty asscrack while his dick trenched out her soppy, tight fuckhole. Oh fuck, fuck yes! How she needed those thick inches of Doug's dickmeat hammering against her clit! How she remembered his sweaty balls slapping against her ass as he tensed, waiting for the rush of his cum up his rod.

"Ohhhhh…Doug!"

Her mind was overloaded with the lusty rub of the Airedale's hungry mouth. Her senses reeled with the need to increase the stimulation that was making her cunt spasm so much. Janet pushed down a shaky hand to her cuntal mound. Her pussy was so wet, so wet with her own juices, with the dog's spit. When she moved her hand farther down, she felt Bodego's tongue lap her fingers, touch her knuckles. He kept on licking her. When she dragged her fingers over her hot belly, they made streaks that dried and seemed to increase the heat of her rushing climax. It was all so confusing, so deliciously confusing. "UNGHHHHHH!"