"Ohhh!" Gayle clung to the edge of her dresser as she struggled with the conflicting forces of her own conscience and the jolt of pure pleasure that had shimmered through her belly. "You awful doggy! Get back, get away!" She fled toward her bed, the powerful animal in close pursuit. Sitting heavily on the edge of the mattress, Gayle shoved at Prince's head with both hands. But he burrowed past her ineffectual defenses, and again his sharp nose opened the lips of her cunt. She tried to squeeze him out with her knees but her strength was failing. She was staring down as his pink tongue flicked out. How long it was! How wet it was! And the heat of it… the heat sent tingles up her spine, made her thin shoulders shake.

"No… don't do th-th-that… bad dog… baaaaadd!" cried Gayle.

Her cunt was blooming now, the delicate inner surfaces exposing themselves as her flesh swelled from the friction of the dog's licking. Gayle felt as if she'd slipped into another dimension. Her small hands rested on the dog's head but she wasn't trying to push him away anymore. She couldn't. She didn't have control of her will now. It was that damnable pleasure that had destroyed it. That and the lewd fascination that locked her eyes on what Prince was doing. He liked it, liked the way she smelled and tasted! This fact alone thrilled her past the ability to reason.

"Ohhh, ohhhh wow! Ohhhh that's just too m-m-much!" Hot tickles of fire brought her clit surging out, its sensitive and pearly head hunting for the source of the pleasure. Prince's tongue found the glistening nub and the most powerful thrill of all made Gayle suck her tummy in deeply under her ribs.