The Neighbors Dog Drops By
By Janet McCoy.
“Hello, darling,” she said with a radiant smile, opening the door for the whimpering beast to enter. “Hungry? Come over to see Lisa for something to eat?”
He agilely raised to his hind legs, pressing his soft paws against the full tips of her breasts. She caught at his forepaws, a little shiver passing through her voluptuous young body at the erogenous contact her thought veins had enhanced. The big handsome animal licked out at her face, and she drew it back away from him with a smile. He whimpered, and Lisa said, “I think I have something for you, Darling. A nice big bone with the remainder of the ham we left on it last Sunday.” Then, more to herself than the animal which waited with a wagging tail, she opened the refrigerator and stooped down to bring the platter out: “We’ll never eat it … it’s getting passed its used-by date, anyway.”
What happened next gave her such an unexpected and genuinely wild start that the astonished young wife couldn’t move. She is still bent, fishing inside the refrigerator when she felt the unmistakable cold wetness of Lancer’s nose high on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her inner right thigh. Why she didn’t bolt upright in shock or fear, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been hotly smoldering within her. Instead, she continued to stoop there, knowing the huge dog’s powerful head is beneath her skirt from behind, nosily sniffing and then came the hot, pressured lap of an unmistakable tongue against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!
God, he’d sensed her heat!
Had to, what else? Again, the beautiful animal does it, drawing its long, hot tongue between her legs against the protected flushed lips of her pussy slit. Lisa rose because she couldn’t stay in that position all day. She held the ham bone in her hand as she turned to look down upon the great dog who is staring up at her with wide brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth, and wagging tail.
“You handsome devil!” she half hissed, all the erotically arousing sensations she’s so proudly kept under control suddenly pouring like molten steel into her soft, young belly and loins. “You’re a goddamned lecher, like all males, except you’re more handsome than most. I never would’ve believed it, but I’m not about to deny it either, Lancer lover!”
Lisa moves toward the pantry as if satanically propelled. She held the bone up so that the dominant dog could see and follow, wicked thoughts she’s never even conceived of filling her mind!
“Come on, baby … in here with Lisa!” she whispered, consciously, as if someone were standing close, eavesdropping. “Come on…that’s the boy…and then you can have your bone. After, Darling. Look. Come here, look what Lisa has for you.”
God, it is salaciously forbidden, but she is doing it. Standing there in the pantry with the door near- closed, spread-legged, the short skirt of her shift luridly raised and her small hand tugging to one side the narrow strip of her wet nylon panties so that her hair-fringed, moistly throbbing pussy exposes to the brute!
“Come on, Lancer, baby. Do it. Lick it, Darling, like I’ll bet my life you lick Vickie’s!”
Lisa watches the mighty dog move forward as if trained, toward her exposed wet cunt. Unbelievable sensations of frenetic excitement soared through her in the animalistic depravity of her act. My God, this is beyond obscenity, the blonde young wife thought, tugging even further to one side the sheer strip of her damp nylon panties to better expose her hotly throbbing pussy before the approaching German Shepherd. Would he? Would he?
He does!
The brute’s long and thick wet animal tongue splurted out, curling at the tip as it caught between the feverish lips of her pouting pussy, laving the very mouth of her vagina and splaying open the blonde, hair-fringed folds as it drew upward between them, bending and twisting at the very delicate tip of her already quivering, tiny clitoris. But the dog didn’t stop there. Again and again without egging, the massive dog repeated its hot caresses, raising gasps of panting lust from the young blonde wife as she stands there with trembling legs spread out wide, her loins lewdly thrust forward, her little hand holding the tiny wisp of her nylon panties to one side for the brute’s delicious licking of her cunt!
“Oh…oh God, do it, Lancer lover. Lick it!” she hissed, holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny panties away from her steaming, blonde-curled pussy with the other. “Yes…lick it, sweetheart…I’ll cum in a minute. Ohhhhh… you beautiful lover, you…Do it…faster, Baby…then, you can have your bone. Oh God, Darling…lick…lick…lick.”
At last, the sound penetrated, a knocking against the back door, persistent but never loud. For a long moment, Lisa didn’t move, couldn’t in her forbidden ecstasy, but the knocking wouldn’t go away, and finally, realization dawned upon her. She had to answer it before Chad heard and pounded out to learn why she didn’t. Oh God…just a minute or two longer. Oooohhhh…Damn. Damn!
“W-Wait, boy…Stop, lover…” the lustfully infused young wife whispered in a trembling voice, with reluctance forcing the huge animal’s massive head and burning tongue from between her obscenely spread legs. “We’ll have to finish this later, darling!” she hissed, shivering from the intensive sensation electrifying her charged young loins in their almost- reached, climactic moment. ‘Damn, who could it be,’ she raged inwardly, handing Lancer the ham bone and opening the pantry door as the soft knock came once more.
“Oh, so there you are, young man!” Vickie Davis, a tall, willowy, auburn-haired girl in her mid-thirties accused in a soft, pleasing voice. She smiled at Lisa, then pretended a frown on her lovely, classic- featured face as she looked down at her German Shepherd. “He’s been begging again, I see … and doing well, by the size of that bone.”
Still trembling, Lisa sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks at the identity of her caller, embarrassed at the thought of the lurid act she had only a minute before been engaged in with her chicly dressed neighbor’s pet. All the same, she managed a smile, working to keep it guilt-free. “Oh, he comes to see me every day. I’d miss him if he didn’t,” she replied, subconsciously admiring the professional model’s expensive pants suit.
“Really?” Vickie Davis said her accentuation of the single worded question upsetting Lisa. “Well, I can see that he likes you, Mrs. O’Neil, the way he’s rubbing against your legs,” she went on in her velvet-like voice, an expressive light in her amber-colored eyes adding to the blonde young wife’s uneasiness. “Quite frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were some reincarnated philanderer of note, the way he takes to pretty girls.”
Lisa laughed, struggling for casualness and enraged with herself at the hot twinge she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She said, “Won’t you come in and have a cup of coffee, Miss Davis?”
“Well … I’d love it if you’re not busy,” the striking, auburn-haired beauty answered with a delicate display of charm that raised goose-flesh on Lisa’s still hot young body. “I don’t believe in kaffeeklatsch females idly annoying their neighbors every morning, but if you promise to return the visit, I’ll be happy to accept.”
“I assure you, I will,” Lisa said, still smiling as she opened and held the door for her lissome neighbor’s entrance, noticing that she wear no brassiere beneath the stylish loose-fitting blouse. At the same time, Lancer trotted out the opened way carrying his bone, and both girls laughed.
“Go home, Lancy. Go home to eat that!” Vicki Davis commanded, standing to watch the massive animal move toward her backyard.
The End.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot has remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.
