Rocky Road!

She leaned against the rear of the wide sofa, licking her lips and staring at the yawning fireplace in front of her.  Three years.  It had been three long years since a man had touched her.  Touched?  The word made her smile.  Fucked.  That was what she really wanted to think.  Fucked.  Cock.  Dick squeezing up into her pussy and driving her up the wall as Matt used to do.  But her husband was dead.

And since then, Becky has tried to make a new life without men.  Now she realized just how foolish she had been.  In the past six months, the woman had become more and more horny.  Becky smiled again.  She found herself thinking constantly about fucking, about men, about the touch of a man’s hands on her shoulders, her tits, her cunt.

“Ohhhhh…”

That burning itch.  It was like a sharp electric current burning up Becky’s thighs, making her pussylips swell open, then making her cut to stand up on end and pulse like a festering wound.  Her knees were knocking together while the hot dew of pussy juice began doffing her cunt hairs.  Men.  She would have given anything to be fucking with men.  But there was always the fear she had about gossip—the lonely widow going out on the town for some strange cock.  How the neighbors would gossip if they were to see her coming home with a man.  They would have her branded as a whore in no time.  Pasadena was like that.

And now she had to care for her niece.  With her brother-in-law passed on and her sister in the hospital, Sally was in her care.  It would not be easy trying to meet men while trying to raise a teenage girl.

But how could she ignore her cunt any longer?  Should she take a vacation somewhere without her niece and go hunting for men?  Hunting.  It was as if she had to drag them in by the hair to fuck her.  And even at thirty-six, Becky knew that wasn’t true.  She was still attractive— tall, blonde, long legs, high-riding tits.  There wasn’t a stretch mark on her slender body, a body still firm because of constant exercise and sensible eating.  No.  The men still turned their heads and fantasized, she guessed, about fucking her.  But Becky had never, never encouraged them.

“Ohhh…  Ahhhhhh!”

She dared to touch her tits through her blouse, feeling the sharp-nippled ends throbbing under the light pressure.  Oh, she was so aroused today.  Just the rub of the silken material against her tit tips made the tiny flubs tingle.  She had to stop this.  Becky pushed sex from her mind for the moment, twisting her wrist about and glancing down at her watch.

Ten soon, Sally would be home.  Becky had told her eleven-fifteen at the latest, party or no party.  She had to be firm.  She had to lay down the law that the girl’s parents were no longer functioning.  It was frightening raising a teenager, especially one as open-minded and liberal as Sally.

“God!” Becky gasped, feeling her cunt getting wet.

She couldn’t go on like this.  She’d have to go upstairs and…  masturbate.  Just thinking of it, thinking of the touch of her fingers brushing up against the golden wisps of her cunt hairs, made Becky’s skin pucker up into goose flesh.  She didn’t particularly like touching herself like this.  But what other recourse did she have?  Glancing down at her watch once more and seeing she had enough time, Becky turned and began walking toward the stairs.  Just as she began touching the banister, a noise behind her made her stop.

“Hoo-who’s there?”

Turning slowly, Becky looked with wide, frightened eyes—only to find her pet German shepherd, Rocky, standing there in the darkened doorway of the kitchen.  She nearly laughed, putting one hand to her lips and smiling against her will.  Rocky cocked his head, sniffing the air.

“Oh, Rocky, you startled me.  Come here, boy,” she said, kneeling and stretching out her arms.

Rocky pricked back his ears and trotted over to his mistress, his busy tail straight up and wagging slightly from side to side.  Becky loved touching the animal, especially now, for some reason.  She bent forward, resting her chin against the top of his furred head while rubbing her fingers through his long coat.  How warm he was.  She ruffled his fur playfully, smiling more broadly as he whimpered and pushed his head against her.  He was so loving.

“Rocky, such a clever dog.  You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she cooed, holding the animal’s powerful head in both her hands.

Becky laughed as the animal twisted his head away and began licking her wrists.  She pulled away slowly, patting him lovingly on the head.

“But Becky’s going to have to go upstairs for a while.  I’ve got some things to take care of.  I’ll be down later.  All right, boy?”

Becky laughed, straightening herself and starting to climb the stairs.  More than once, the woman had to stop, the rubbing of her swollen cuntlips against her clit taking her breath away.  The itching became worse halfway to the top.  Becky stopped twice, catching her breath and then continuing to the top.  When she reached the second landing, Becky peered down.  There was Rocky, still there, resting on his haunches, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his big mouth.  She stared at the handsome dog, and that strange thought came over her again.  She shook her head, pressing one hand against her burning forehead.  What on earth was coming over her to make her think that she and Rocky…no.  Again, Becky pushed that awful thought from her mind, rushing down the corridor to her room.

“Ohhh, my God!”

Keeping the door open slightly to be sure she could hear her niece coming in, Becky turned on the small nightlight to the right of her queen-sized bed.  Alone.  Even now, as she thought about finger about relieving that terrible pulsing itch throbbing in her pussy, Becky realized just how alone she was, staring at the empty bed.

“No, I won’t.  I won’t think about it.”

Wiping away a tear, Becky grabbed the coverlet and threw it back, reaching around and unbuttoning her white cotton blouse.  She would think of the good times she and Matt had here in bed—about the way she used to touch her, kiss her, eat out her pussy before fucking her.

“Fucking…”

Becky pronounced the word, the sound of it in the lonely big bedroom making her shiver with delight.  How she loved the sound of it now as she slipped the blouse from her shoulders, then reached around and unhooked her bra.  She felt the straps loosen around her shoulders, felt her tits slipping from their restraining cups, then finally falling free on her chest.  Becky closed her eyes again.

“Jack…” Oh, how she wished he were here again, touching her, sucking on her nipples.  Becky braced her knees against the side of the bed, her cunt burning more than ever.  “God…”

But there was no Jack any longer.  Just Becky and Rocky.

‘Rocky?’ Again, that thought.  Becky shook her head, finishing taking off her clothes.  There was no mistaking the sensations she felt in the damp, hot softness between her legs.  Turning, Becky caught sight of herself in the full-length closet mirror.  Even in the semi-darkness, Becky could see she was indeed a good, desirable woman.  But then again, thoughts of her responsibility for her niece filled her mind, thoughts of just how impossible it was for Becky to find a man.  Turning down the sheets, Becky slipped into bed, kicking away the coverlet and letting her head sink into the large white pillow behind her.  Her right hand fluttered nervously over her pussy.  She barely touched the soft blonde cunt hairs and gasped, her belly tightening while her legs kicked out.

She was hot.  Oh, this would be a Powerful cum.  She knew she would blow her brains out with the force of her climax tonight.  Becky began touching her cuntlips flow, feeling their hot, slick flesh under her fingertips.  As she spread her cuntlips apart and heard the unsticking sound, Becky let out a long, breathless sigh.  Undulating her legs against the sheets, the woman thought of her late husband, of his cock, of the way he used to fuck his tongue into her pussy.  And then suddenly, she thought of Rocky, of how his soft coat might feel between her shivering legs.

Becky shook her head, jerking her hand away from her Pussy as if she had burned it.  Just at that moment, Becky saw the door opening slightly.  Sally.  Sally was there, watching her masturbating.  Becky flushed beet red, sitting up and staring at the corridor.  But there was no one there.  Becky was about to rise and find out what happened when she saw the dog standing there at the foot of her bed.

“Rocky!” Becky’s heart pounded wildly, a fine sheen of sweat coating her flesh.  “Get out!”

But her voice was unconvincing.  Even Becky, in her high state of arousal, could hear that.  What could she do?  What was she thinking of?  Again, the woman shook her head, biting down on her lower lip.

“No, no…  It’s not right.”

But there she was, lying on her bed, her legs spread, her cunt burning and dripping with juice.  And standing there was Rocky, that wonderful German shepherd—just waiting to fuck her.

“No, no, fuck…”

Her mind was going fast.  She could feel the hot seep of her cuntal juices more and more.  The cock- hunger inside her was making her want to fuck the dog.  The dog jumped on the bed.  Becky drew back her legs, crawling until her spine touched the headboard.

“Rocky, off.  Get off the bed!”

Becky tried to act firm, pointing in the direction of the doorway.  But he just wasn’t listening.  Frantic, Becky began swinging her legs over the side of the bed.  That was when Rocky made his move.  The dog jumped up, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly.  Becky felt the sharp claws of his forepaws digging into her soft flesh.  She screamed, falling back onto the bed, one leg draped over the side of the mattress.

“Rocky, no, no, don’t touch me.  Oh, God in heaven, don’t let him touch me!”

She fought to keep her voice down.  The windows were open.  Her neighbors were always so nosy, especially at night.  If they were to hear her screaming, the thought made her head spin.

“No!” she gasped.  “Bad boy!” Rocky licked up her belly, touching the rounded bottoms of her tits.  He was heavy on top of her, his weight pressing her down onto the bed.  In a flash, Becky remembered him sniffing the air when she was downstairs.  He was smelling her pussy.  He was actually smelling her the way he would be smelling one of his bitch mistresses in the gutter.  Becky shivered, raising both hands and pressing them against the animal’s furry head.  Rocky growled threateningly, twisting his head around and baring those killer fangs.  Becky dropped her hands immediately, feeling a shock of icy terror grip her heart.

“Oh, Rocky, Rocky, don’t hurt me.  Please, don’t hurt me,” she whimpered.

The animal sensed her terror and licked it away, drawing his tongue up her tits and finally sanding it over her nipples.  Oh, those nipples were so thick and tumid, how they had longed to be touched.  And now Rocky was doing it, touching her all over, drawing that long, sloppy pink tongue over the tit tips.  She groaned, arching her spine and rolling her shoulders against the pillow.  She tensed her asscheeks, rubbing and bouncing them against the bed.

And now he was licking her chin, drawing his tongue over the side of her face, then drawing it back down.  His tongue was so hot, so ridiculously hot and wet.  But there was a gentleness about it as well.  Becky loved that gentleness, that tingling touch.  Raising her arms again, the woman caressed his head, rubbing her fingertips between his ears while guiding him up and down.  Oh, how quickly she had overcome that early reluctance.  He was touching her all over, and Becky had hungered for a touch like that!

“Rocky, oh Rocky, that’s wonderful!”

She hooked one leg up over his back, rubbing her toes up against his furred haunches.  That touch.  The tingly touch of that fur touching all those sensitive spots between her toes made the woman gasp again.  Arching her spine, Becky pressed her head more firmly into the pillow.  How wonderful, how incredibly marvelous, having the animal lick her body.

“Uh, Rocky, Rocky!”

She closed her eyes, curling her fingers now and letting the nails bite into her palms.  Rocky was moving down at this point, letting his long, pink, sloppy tongue wet down her belly.  Becky knew what he was going to do, and that thought nearly made her faint with excitement.  Licking.  He was going to lick her pussy.  She stretched her legs apart so widely that her heels dropped off the edges of the bed.  She felt spread open, peeled apart for the cunt-hungry dog’s mouth.

“Ahhhhhh…  Oh, Rocky, Rocky, do it to me, do it to me!”

He was nuzzling his black nose between her pussylips, lapping up at her.  The dog was actually toying with her, touching the area around her pussy but not licking into her cunt yet.  She jerked up, staring heavy-lidded at the big dog.  She dug her heels against the side of the bed, feeling his tongue drawing up now from her asscrack to her cunt.  It couldn’t be happening.  But oh yes, yes, yes, Becky was doing it, actually letting the beast lick her pussy.  Only Jack had done that just before fucking her.

Becky jerked her knees up several inches, then let them fall back to the bed.  She spread her arms out wide, digging the nails into the sheets.  The dog was going wild, lapping that tongue all over her body, then slowly drawing it over her cuntal hairs.  Becky loved that sensation.  She liked feeling her pussy hairs slicked down with that spit, the touch of the animal’s tongue over her goose-fleshed cuntal mound.

Squirming against the mattress, she knew the dog was happy as well.  The dog was making muffled little grunts, sniffing around her pussy, then nuzzling its black snout between her cuntlips tenderly.  It was almost like having her husband back again.  Becky shuddered at that thought, half expecting the ceiling to come crashing down onto her.  But nothing happened.  All that was happening was that Rocky was touching her so lovingly, so gently with that maw, and she was letting him do it!

“Rocky, oh Rocky!”

Each lap was bringing more and more hot, sticky juice from her pussy, slicking down her thighs.  Becky cried out, her forehead wrinkling while a pulse leaped at her throat.

“Ohhhh…  Oh, Rocky, Rocky, please, oh God, touch me all over.  Oh yes, yes, do it, do it, do it to me, doggie, lick me!”

Becky squirmed madly in the bed, her fists pounding the pillow behind her as a consuming fever singed her clit.  Rocky had found that tiny bud and was concentrating on it.

Becky felt his paws digging into her inner thighs while he dipped his head up and down, lapping into her pussy, drawing up more and more of those cunt juices until she was going wild.

“Uhhhhh…  Oh, Rocky, Rocky, Rocky!”

It was insane.  How could Becky be acting like this, opening herself to the dog, pressing her knees as she was doing now against his sides, and feeling nothing but uninhibited pleasure?  Becky shook the guilty thoughts from her mind, feeling his hot breath tickling over her cuntal curls as he drenched her cunt again and again.  Becky jerked, snapping up, then relaxing as the dog fucked his tongue into the swollen cuntmeat and swirled it around.

“Uhhhhh, good doggie, good…  Oh wow, wow.  Touch me there!”

Becky couldn’t believe she was telling the dog just how to eat her pussy.  But suddenly, all the feelings, all the sensations she had had when Jack had licked her cunt came back in a powerful rush.  She was twisting up against the German shepherd’s maw, feeding him her pussy.

“Uhhhhh…  Oh, oh, ohhhhh, doggie, ohhhhh!”

Becky reached down to her belly, feeling Rocky’s tongue stretching up to meet her fingers.  He was licking her hand, wetting down her palms.  The hunger in her body forced out all thoughts except those of her and the dog.  He was licking down her arm, then moving back to her pussy.

“Ohh…  Ahhhhhh…”

Becky snapped her head from left to right, Strands of her blonde hair clinging to the corners of her mouth.  At times, the woman let out long, low sighs of delight while arching her back and pressing her thighs against the dog’s furry sides.  How deliciously good it was having something there, something eating her out, licking its tongue into her pussy.  At the same time, her cut throbbed and beat wildly in time with her heart.  She called out his name again and again in whispers, still dreading the thought of her neighbors picking up any of her cries.  How that pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack.  It was shameless.  Shameless.  The woman inched her knees back, panting harder than ever.  Rocky backed away, watching her, staring at her as she opened herself into a fucking Position.  Could she actually do it?  Could she actually let the animal fuck her?

Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth, running down her cheeks.  She gasped and babbled to the dog, touching the dog at times, then touching herself while jerking her taut ass around.  More than once, she brought her feet together at his head, rubbing her toes over his fur, then bringing down her legs once again.

“Oh, Rocky, Rocky!”

Covering her mouth, Becky nearly laughed at the sound of her voice.

Becky jerked her ass up, twisting it to the side so she could feel the touch of his fangs against her pussylips.  It was devastating.  She arched her back to give him her cut once more.

“Fuck it, fuck it.  Oh God, God in heaven, fuck it out!”

Becky could hardly speak.  It was the best, most lovely sensation she had ever had in her whole life.  She kicked out her leg, hooking it around the animal once more while rubbing the other one against his side.  Doggie spit was running down into her asscrack.  She knew she was reaching the point of no return.  She knew she would have to decide whether to let Rocky fuck her or not.  And Rocky’s tongue seemed to be all over her.  She could feel her cuntal walls spasming now.  Becky could feel the pussy muscles convulsing, trying to grab onto that tongue teasing her.

“Ohhhhhh!”

He was licking her along the tense, rubbery edge of her pussy now.  Becky shuddered, kicking both feet high in the air, curling her toes until they cramped.  She felt the big muscles in her thighs and ass tensing.  She was going to cum, and there was nothing inside her pussy.  Yes, that was important.  She had to have something inside her cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, doggie, fuck me, Rocky, fuck me!”

Becky chanted the command like a prayer, her mind spinning around and around.  She pitched on the bed, bucking her cunt against the dog’s tongue as it stiffened and fucked down deep into her cunt.  The woman could cum this way.  Oh yes, she had cum that way many times with Jack.  But this was different.  Too many years had passed without her having had a cock in her.  And now.  .  now there was Rocky, wonderful, cunt licking Rocky who could accommodate her.

“Rocky…”