The Honeymoon Laura awoke in the middle of the night. She found herself on the living-room rug, her legs spread apart, and the dog busily licking at her cunt.
She shivered from the chilly room, as she was naked. Her hand found and petted the big animal.
You can keep me warm, my darling. Oh, God. That feels good. Oh! Um!
Laura guessed that the dog was busily enjoying licking out all the cum that she hadn't wanted to wash away. She had wanted to keep it inside her cunt forever – warm and sticky. It was a tangible souvenir of their beautiful fuck.
Laura thrilled at the licking. Her twat seemed to be sensitized to it now. It excited her now even more than the first time.
The dog licked her gash busily. Laura wanted his tongue to go even deeper inside her cunt. She tried lifting her legs up high, and it worked. The warm tongue went in farther, probing and thrilling her.
Laura craved to be licked all over. She wanted her tits to be licked and sucked. She moved the dog to her booby but he acted restless and he began to bark with short, loud barks. He was trying to tell her something.
"Oh, you poor dear. I'll bet you have to go outside, and all I think about is myself!"
Laura ran to throw on a robe, shoes and a coat. Then she fastened the leash on the restless animal. They went outside quickly, and sure enough, he really had to go.
"Good boy. You told me. I'm proud of you." Laura petted him as though he had done some outstanding trick. She looked at him lustfully as he urinated. She yearned for his prick even at that moment. It was stiff and beautiful, and she couldn't stop looking at it.
Laura felt guilty about fucking a dog. In her dazed contentment she wondered what people would think of her if they ever found out what she was doing.
They'll think that I'm crazy, and maybe I am. But I'm happy, so who the hell cares?
The dog frolicked on everybody's lawn, but luckily it was too early in the morning for anyone to be up to see him. Laura watched him run and play, her eyes full of lustful affection and desire. She had never been this happy and contented in her entire life!
They ran inside noisily, probably waking up some of the neighbors. Laura and the dog were in a world of their own, and no one else seemed to matter. Laura happily petted her new baby as they came into the apartment. "You're such a good, dear boy. Now, let's get some sleep. I think I'll go to bed for a few hours." She felt sated and weary, but oh, so content!
Laura put on a gown and tumbled back into bed, smelly and sticky from the screw. But she loved the wet, gooey feel of the cum between her legs. The big dog lay down to sleep at the side of her bed, and they both slept a deep, happy sleep.
Laura awoke to a sunny room. She wasn't accustomed to arising with the sun high, except on the weekends. It was usually quite dark when she awoke and dressed and went to school.
The dog was actually in bed with her when she woke up! He acted like he belonged there. The dear creature was snuggled up to her tits.
Could he remember that that's where we left off when we stopped to take him out last night?"
Laura dismissed that idea as ridiculous, but it did seem odd.
Maybe he's unusually intelligent.
She kissed him and snuggled him next to her. She felt complete for the first time in her lonely life.
Then Laura remembered that she liked him to lick her bare booby so she pulled down her nightgown straps and pushed her bare nipple near his mouth. The eager dog began to lick and suck! Laura thrilled and cramped with desire again.
God! I thought I was satisfied for a while last night. But I'm not. I want more. I want to be fucked again!
The dog was enthusiastic, and he licked away happily. Laura became tenser and more excited.
She moved her bedmate over on his back, and she began to rub his warm, furry stomach, crooning endearments to her darling.
"Oh, baby doll. I love you. I need you so!"
Laura examined the dog's prick. It was erect and excited, but not as big as it was on the night before. She began to rub it, enjoying and exulting in the new feeling that it belonged only to her. He was her lover. His cock was hers! Laura rubbed on the warm, stiff prick and it got enormous, rising in full glory as she gazed at it tenderly.
Panting, the dog got up on all fours on the bed, excited and ready to mount her. Laura quickly moved over to the edge of the bed and turned over on her stomach. She eagerly spread her legs wide apart and the big dog jumped down off the bed. He sniffed hungrily at her wet, exposed cunt. The more he sniffed, the louder he panted.
Then, while Laura waited impatiently, he put his face near her butt and began to lick her cunt from the back. His hot tongue licked back and forth, back and forth over her pink gash.
Now that Laura knew what to expect, she was even more excited and thrilled. Her whole body tensed at his warm touch. The rough tongue reached her clit, and she was waiting for it.
"Oh! Um! Uh! Uh! Ohhh!"
Laura came immediately, releasing the long years of frustration, and weeping with happiness and relief. The dog lapped furiously, enjoying the added cum that flooded her hole.
He moved in closer and lifted his forepaws. In her trance of ecstasy, Laura could hear his excited panting as he moved his swollen cock closer to her hole. She felt the tip of it touch the clitoris and she almost swooned.
The wonderful moment finally came! The hard prick moved into her cunt. It was warm and big, and it moved into her hole fast and deep. The dog was now an experienced lover, and he knew what he was doing this time. The thrusts of the big prick were deep and hard. Laura felt that they went in her cunt as tar as they could go, and she thrilled to the fucking, moaning and groaning with delight at each thrust. In, out, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Laura gasped as her whole body tightened up in anguished tension, demanding relief. The spasms began, rolling over her in waves of lust as the juice poured from her cunt to meet the enormous cock that was filling and stimulating her to madness. Wave after wave of cream came from her hole as the dog's huge prick finally exploded in a giant orgasm. She kept coming, stimulated again by the thrilling feeling of his warm jizz.
The dog pulled his limp prick out of her twat and he trotted away to rest. Laura closed her legs tightly and tensed and came again, thrilling with each beautiful moment.
She fell asleep that way, content and fulfilled – a happy woman at last – after all these lonely years. Her satisfied lover snored near the bed. And so the morning passed.
The phone jarred her sleep. For a harsh moment Laura couldn't remember where she was. What was she doing here in bed in the middle of the day?
It was the school principal. "Miss Bellini? Laura?"
"Yes."
"This is John Anderson speaking." His voice sounded harsh. "We've been concerned about you. It's not like you to disappoint us like this and not even call in."
In a panic, Laura suddenly realized for the first time that she had forgotten completely about going to work.
"Oh, my God! What time is it?"
"It's eleven o'clock. What happened?"
Laura thought quickly. "I've been ill all night, Mr. Anderson. I'm so sorry that I didn't call in early, but I forgot to set the alarm to let you know I wouldn't be in."
"I figured that's what it was. I got a substitute for you at nine-thirty, and I took your class until she arrived." His voice sounded disapproving and stern.
"Thank you."
"What seems to be the matter?"
"Uh… I have a bad stomach ache. If it doesn't get better by this afternoon, I'll call the doctor."
"Well, that might be a good idea anyway," the harsh voice said.
"I guess I will." She would agree to anything to get away from his stern disapproval.
"Do you think you'll be in tomorrow?"
Now a decision had to be made. How could she go to work tomorrow? That would be much too soon. She was on her honeymoon!
"Uh… I don't think you'd better expect me tomorrow, Mr. Anderson. I feel terrible." Then she hedged. "But I'm not sure." She was beginning to get very nervous from this conversation. Laura wasn't accustomed to lying.
"All right. I hope that you feel better soon, Laura. We'll expect a call from you tonight if you're not sure, so that I can call a substitute early in the morning. And, of course, you'll call in before three o'clock tomorrow to let us know about the next day."
"Oh, yes. I'll be sure to let you know, sir. Good-bye." Laura realized the reason for that rule, though she always had thought it was a silly one. How could a sick person know by three o'clock in the afternoon whether she'd be well for the next morning? Everyone knew that you always felt worse in the evening when you were ill. But if the substitute was in your class, she had to be notified that she was to return the next morning – and she left at three o'clock.
Laura hung up and forgot Mr. Anderson and Wellesly School immediately. She was a honeymooner, and she couldn't spoil her idyll by thinking of anything but her love.
The first order of the day was to feed her lover, and she gave him a generous portion of hamburger. While he finished his breakfast, she put up some coffee for herself. Then she ran to him and kneeled beside him. He gave her a meat-flavored licked all over her cheek.
"Oh, darling, you've made me so happy. We're going to spend all day today and tomorrow alone together." She petted him and lay her head on his, cuddling up to his warmth and strength.
The dog had other things on his mind at the moment, and he gave his mistress the signal with low, nervous barks.
"Oh, yes, baby dear. I know you must want to go out. I won't keep you waiting long, lover."
Laura ran to put on her shoes, slacks and a coat. She hooked on the dog's leash and they walked out together into the glorious sunshine.
As the dog pranced around when she let him run loose in the alley, Laura looked up at the blazing sun and the blue sky. She thrilled at the beauty of the day.
I know everyone would laugh at me if I told them this, but there really never has been such a lovely day. it's like the whole universe is celebrating my honeymoon with me!
It was warm – like spring. The balmy air intoxicated her further, and she was already drunk with happiness. She saw another woman with a dog approaching, and Laura called her dog and left quickly, jealous of having anyone else go near her love. She wanted to be alone with him for a while.
Laura watched the beautiful animal as he ran about and played happily.
What a fine-looking creature. I'm so lucky to have him all to myself.
She had a moment's impulse to call her sister to thank her again for the wonderful dog. But Laura couldn't spare one moment of this glorious honeymoon day for anyone but her lover. Her eyes ate him up. They sought the large prick which could still be seen, even when limp and soft.
Oh, I can hardly wait until we fuck again. I'm dying for more!
As they went into the house, Laura looked up at the sunny sky regretfully, hating to go in, and yet longing to have the animal all to herself indoors.
"We have to get some breakfast for me now, lover dear."
Laura listened to herself talk to the dog, and with amusement she realized that she'd have to find a real name for him, the sooner the better, so he could get accustomed to it.
"What should I call you, doll? A prosaic name like Rover or some other silly dog name wouldn't do for you. You're so sleek and masculine. I want to give you a name that personifies your masculinity-something with a phallic symbolism. Oh, my dear, I'm lusting for you again." She petted and kissed him, just barely tearing herself away from him to go have her coffee.
"I've got it!" Laura yelled about fifteen minutes later, after two cups of coffee and much serious thought.
The dog came up to her and licked her hand. She petted him tenderly. "Your new name is Lance! I love that name! And you will, too, dear. I could never call you Henrik III."
Laura hurriedly washed her dishes and straightened up a bit, her eyes seldom off of her beloved dog. She didn't make the bed, because she had big plans for it-for all day.
Laura bathed and laughed at herself for her fastidiousness. "I'll bet you would like me even better the other way, darling, when I smell a little bit gamy, too."
She rushed to the bedroom, excited and eager to begin their sex rites. She had a dog biscuit in her hand, and Laura was just about to call Lance to the bed when the telephone rang.
Oh hell! Why can't everyone let us alone?
She picked up the receiver reluctantly. "Yes?"
"Hi. it's Bet."
"How did you know I was home today?"
"I called you at school about meeting me for a quick lunch. That's how. And they told me you were ill. A stomach ache?"
"No. I'm not ill. I just didn't feel like going to work."
"That doesn't sound like you, Laura. I can't remember you ever goofing off."
"Well, I did today."
"Why?"
"You won't laugh?"
"I'll try not to." Betty was giggling already.
"I just felt like staying home and relaxing and playing with the dog."
" That's why you stayed home?"
"Right. Now, don't laugh."
"I won't, hon. You really like him, don't you?"
"I love him. He's changed my whole life. I enjoy every minute I'm with him." Laura decided not to say any more, for fear of giving everything away.
"I'm thrilled. I knew you'd be happy with a pet, but I never even hoped you'd go ape over him like this!"
"Well, we're having fun." Laura was getting restive. She wanted to get back to her lover. "Uh… so long. Talk to you soon. Thanks a lot for the dog."
"Wait a minute!" Betty wasn't about to be dismissed that soon.
"Yes?" Laura wanted to say good-bye. This conversation was going on forever!
"How about my coming over to see you and the dog today, as long as you're home?"
Laura groaned inwardly. She didn't know what to say, but no one, not even her dear sister, was going to come over today. It was her honeymoon!
"Uh… I have to go out. I'm sorry."
"I thought you were just relaxing and playing with the dog."
"Yes. I did that this morning, and now I have some errands to run. Sorry. By the way, thanks for the lovely dinner and the great present. Good-bye."
"Wait!" Betty was being pesty today. Laura loved her too much to hurt her, but she was getting irritated with her big sister.
"Would you like some company on your errands? And we could have lunch together. I don't have anything much to do this afternoon"
"I'm sorry, sis, but I'm just going to dash around and get back here and mark papers. I can't take too much time."
Bet's voice showed that she was pouting. "Okay, if that's the way you want it, but I just thought that since you're always at work, that one day we could spend a little time together."
Laura knew that Bet was peeved. "Well, hon, it's because I'm always at work that I have so many impossible things to do in a hurry when I do take a day off. And I'm behind on my paper-marking. Don't get angry. I'm really rushed for the afternoon."
"Okay. Forget it."
"How about lunch on Saturdays I'd love to see you and spend some time then."
"Maybe. I didn't know I had to make future appointment to get to see you. I'll call you Saturday morning."
"Fine. Bye."
Laura felt very guilty when she hung up. Poor Bet was feeling hurt and sulky and Laura didn't like the feeling of hurting Bet. Jim and Bet had always been so good to her. She wept over all the bad things he was she doing.
As soon as Lance trotted up, Laura forgot Bet, her school, Mr. Anderson and the whole world. Her new world was wonderful Lance, and the bliss they found together.
Laura's flesh tingled in anticipation of what they would be doing soon. She called the dog to her and petted his head. "Do you feel like fucking, lover?" Then she gave him his dog biscuit and she lay down on the bedroom rug next to him. It seemed easier to start down there.
Lance was friendly and obedient, but he didn't seem sexually excited. Laura wasn't worried, since she knew how to arouse him now.
She took off all her clothes and lay naked beside him, wanting to be licked all over. Then she petted him and moved his head near to her. He began licking eagerly on her arm, and she moved his head near to her nipples. When his warm, rough tongue first touched her nipple, Laura shivered with excited desire and the nipple grew hard and erect. She petted Lance's head and held it down firmly on her tit. He began to chew gently on her protruding nipple, and Laura felt woozy with an aching lust and need. The dog sucked on the nipple and her wanting overwhelmed her. She felt her cunt get warm and wet, ready for her lover. Her whole body was tense and waiting to be fucked.
Laura slowly moved her boob away from Lance's mouth. She spread her legs and gently pushed his head near her cunt. It was oozing and ready, waiting to be licked-waiting to be filled.
Oh, I want you so. Oh!
The giant dog knew what she wanted, and he began to sniff and pant at the wet exposed cunt. He, too, loved the licking, so it wasn't long before he began to lick her hole. While Laura waited, it seemed like an eternity.
Lance slobbered and licked, lapping up the wetness and rubbing her entire snatch from the front to the back with his long, rough tongue. Laura shivered and moaned with ecstasy, praying that he wouldn't stop. When Lance's tongue touched her clit, Laura grabbed him and held his head down there while he continued to lick and rub.
"Oh, God! Oh! Um! Uhhhmmm!"
A contraction of bliss flooded her cunt as the tension released in waves of happiness.
"Thank you, darling. Thank you for bringing me into the world. I've been an outsider for so long."
The hot tongue probed deeper in her cunt as Laura released the dog's head. His panting was growing louder as his tongue reached far up into Laura's hole.
He's getting excited, too! He's hot for me! she thrilled, petting his back as he licked. His tongue was fucking her cunt in a fast motion, and the dog's breathing was shallow and quick.
He's ready!
Laura moved Lance over on his back in order to look at his cock and balls.
Oh, how I love your prick, darling.
The furry cock was hard and extended, swollen to enormous proportions.
The dog was ready for fucking. Laura rubbed his balls and touched his prick. She was dying to suck on it, but she was afraid he would shoot off in her mouth.
I'd love it. I'm dying to have him do that, but not now. I need to be fucked now. Later. We'll do that some other time.
In her excitement she gloated over the prospects of her day of sex, almost as a miser gloats over his hoard of gold.
Reluctant to stop touching her darling's prick, she slowly moved to the bed and kneeled near its edge. She spread her legs wide so that Lance could smell and lick her cunt.
He came quickly to her, excited and eager. He sniffed quickly at the cunt and then mounted her immediately by raising his forelegs on the bed.
He can't wait! He needs it, too – the darling!
Her twat oozed juice, it was so hot and ready for fucking.
The hard prick entered her waiting hole, filling it with heaven. Laura trembled with tension as it fucked in and out, in and out, the noises thrilling her. The little low growls of passion stimulated her more, and the musky odor of the animal made her weak with lust.
As the prick went into her cunt deeper and harder, Laura tensed and got ready to come. She felt as though she must have an orgasm or explode! But nothing happened.
Have I forgotten how? Is it all overt Won't I have any more?
Her passion filled with fear and tension; she waited desperately for the orgasm that didn't come. She needed release, but she couldn't do it, and she panicked.
Suddenly, the dog's cock released a hot flood inside her snatch. It triggered her passion, and her cunt contracted in rhythmic waves of lust, letting go suddenly, in jerking movements of release. Hot tears ran from Laura's eyes. As her Juice mixed with that of the dog's, she wept with gratitude that it had finally happened.
She was so tired that she barely noticed when Lance removed his small, limp prick from her cunt and lay down to sleep. Laura dropped off quickly to sloop, sticky and happy. Her last thought before she lost consciousness was, maybe I've overdone it today. I'd better wait a while before I fuck again. I guess I'm really satisfied now, and it's harder to come.
She felt relaxed and loose, and never thought another thought. She and Lance slept contentedly the rest of the day.
When Laura awoke later, the dog was already up and playing in the other room. He was giving short little barks to wake her up.
My darling has to go out. I'd do anything for him.
While she lay there, he came into the bedroom to nag her up close, licking her hand.
She dressed and took Lance out, wearily walking behind him as he played and ran about.
He's got more pep than I have. I'm beat, and he's still running! Oh, well. He's younger than I.
After Laura gave Lance a large, delicious dinner, she fixed an enormous meal for herself. All that sex had given her a terrible appetite. She ate twice the amount that she usually did, and was finally satisfied.
How different I feel! I feel more alive.
Laura was revived a bit, but still weary. She decided against more fudging for that day, fearing that she'd struggled again for an orgasm.
Tomorrow's another day. Our honeymoon is just beginning. Oh, how I love him.
She watched a few television programs with the dog cuddled up close, his head in her lap. Every once in a while he would bring her his toy and she would throw it so that he could fetch it for her. And so, the evening passed quietly and blissfully. The two honeymooners petted and played, each sated with sex, but needing close contact with the other.
As Laura cuddled in bed with Lance, lying naked next to his warm fur, she sighed with happiness.
I never knew I could be so satisfied.
Reality suddenly intruded. School. She hadn't called the school! In her ecstasy, Laura had completely forgotten to report in to the principal whether she was coming to work tomorrow. She sighed and set her alarm for seven o'clock.
Laura slept until she was jarred awake by the alarm. Lance was barking softly, obviously needing to go out. She petted and soothed him while she waited for the principal to answer.
"Yes?"
"It's Laura Bellini, Mr. Anderson. I'm very sorry, but I couldn't phone because I fell asleep."
"Well… it's an inconvenience, as you know."
"I'm very sorry."
"Okay. I notified Mrs. Walsh to come back today, so it turned out all right. How are you feeling today?"
"A little better, thank you. it's just some kind of stomach flu. The doctor thinks that I'll be fine by Friday."
"Then you won't be in tomorrow?"
Laura decided that she'd better give him a definite answer, for fear she'd forget to call again, and get in more trouble.
"No. Don't count on me till Friday. I won't call."
"All right. I hope you feel better." The crisp, disapproving voice was gone. Laura shivered with its coldness and her own guilt.
What about the children in my class? They're losing three days of our science unit. That Mrs. Walsh never follows anybody's plan book. She's so lazy that it'll be just fun and games the whole time I'm gone. And we'll have to start the American History unit all over again.
Laura sighed. Then she looked at Lance and promptly forgot her class and the rest of the world.
After walking and feeding Lance, Laura quickly had her coffee, her lust keeping her from enjoying a leisurely cup. She rushed to the bedroom and stripped and called Lance. He came obediently to his loving mistress, his eyes gleaming and his tongue hanging out in anticipation.
Laura wasted no time. She turned the dog over and began to pet his limp, furry cock. As she rubbed, the dog began to pant and his prick rose and swelled. Laura leaned over close to it, smelling its strong, musky odor. It weakened her, and cramps began to engulf her whole lower body.
She couldn't wait to get on the bed. In her eagerness, Laura turned over on the rug and raised her bare butt, spreading her legs wide. The dog fucked her hard, and Laura let go with a giant orgasm that continued in wild waves as the dog flooded her with jizz. She sighed in contentment and then slept.
Laura fucked with the dog every few hours all day long, sleeping an exhausted sleep in between. Once the phone rang, and she ignored it. It was ridiculous to interrupt a honeymoon.