"I finally let him stand up on the bed and start to lick me. I whispered to him and petted him and guided his head to my breasts. He remembered and his tongue slurped out and started wetting my breasts and nipples, and his muzzle and lips, too, like a slobbery kiss, warm and wet."

"My breasts got even heavier and fuller. My nipples felt like steaming rocks."

"The itch deep in my belly was like poison ivy inside, but with a funny heat."

"I slipped a couple fingers of my left hand down inside me and slushed around and in and out, but it wasn't much good. It just got me hotter."

"I smeared the juice all over the outside of my cunt. Bo was getting more and more eager."

"I took my hand from his neck and he had his muzzle down between my legs right away."

"It was incredible the way he worked his long tongue there. He slobbered a lot and I knew it was wetting the blankets, but I didn't give a damn."

"Bo seemed to just love the taste of me. He seemed to be trying to get his tongue way into my slit."

"I was hardly aware of what I was doing. I just suddenly had my knees high and wide open and was reaching down there to spread myself even more for him. And I was shaking like a leaf. God – it felt like ice and syrup and sand-paper with velvet – that tongue! That long, slithery tongue!"

"Bo had me gasping and panting like a bitch in heat. I was kind of delirious, I think. He kept up that tremendous licking for the longest time!"

"The more I got the more I wanted. I loved it, I loved him…"

"Something clicked in my head and I turned over and got up on my hands and knees. I spread my knees wide so it would be easy for him."

"My guts were icky with fear and sort of sexy dread. But I was hot as hell and I wanted Bo's long, thin hot cock inside me."