A Forbidden French Affair

“Awwwww René, I’m sorry”, and leant down to hold his head and kiss the top of it. As I nuzzled into him, he put his head up and began to lick the butter and honey around my mouth….”oohh stop that René” but it was rather nice, so I clamped my lips tight shut and let him continue. All around my mouth and then lips, the tongue was lapping away, and I could then smell his buttery honey breath on my chin. It was not unpleasant and as I smiled to myself about the absurdity of this, René’s tongue slipped between my lips. I started to laugh at this, but his long beautiful tongue was swirling in my mouth to seek out his tasty titbit.
GOD, it has been some time since I felt a tongue deep between my open lips, and I almost fainted at the sensation, and the eroticism of it all.
“Jenny! This is really indecent” and with that, broke off being French kissed by a hound, to suck on the remaining butter and honey mix on my plate, and lower my head again to a very watchful doggy.
Renè reached up and placing his front paws on my knees, started afresh his attack on my mouth. His breath and tongue were so sweet that I opened my mouth wide to let his long tongue fully explore my mouth, but to reciprocate and mingle my tongue with his and hold his head in a close embrace.
Deep tonguing this handsome canine, had me falling into deep carnal lust, as I slipped off my kitchen chair to sit hugging and allowing this dog to invade my mouth; a wonderful erotic and dirty feeling racing around my senses.
Before I dropped into deep depravity, I had to slump onto the cool tiled floor and try to make any sense of what was going on. It was so enveloping that my pussy was now damp and hot, and as I pushed René away with one hand, the other went between my tight closed thighs, feeling the wetness and urges in me.
That, was when my erotic dreamings shot into my brain……”Jenny…what are you doing?” I murmered to myself, as I reached out to stroke René, who had quietly sat down beside me, looking at me.
I opened my eyes and stroked the mutt sitting there, and he again went to my fingers to lick them clean. “Oh God, would he lick me all over if I gave him the chance? What if I let my lick my fingers trapped between my thighs? Would I open up to him like I did my mouth?”
I widened my thighs and turned onto my back on the cool kitchen tiles, and let him smell the hand from my closed thighs. Interested immediately, his muzzle followed my fingers back between my now open thighs. His tongue was licking my fingers as they covered my crotch and I could dip a finger into my wet cunt and back into his eager mouth. As his nose and tongue became more insistent, I removed my fingers to allow him complete access to my hot, itching cunt.
“PLEASE, let him become bored by the lack of butter and honey, and not like the smell or taste of a female pussy.” I heard myself moaning, almost in tears at the wicked thoughts of what I was doing with my neighbours’ dog.
I was wrong. René followed the scent, so to speak, and started to lick around my pussy lips.
OHHHHH, despite the shame I was feeling, it was such a wonderful, warm feeling creeping all over me. No, I now don’t want it to stop, as I had initiated a very dirty episode, and I wanted to see it through…..and I have to admit, a very sensual and private togetherness.
GOD, it was SO erotic as he licked up to my crotch, as I pulled my shirt tails over his head, to allow me to hide from myself, what gross indecency I was allowing to happen in my kitchen….in my village….in the region…in the South of France !!
My thighs got wider and wider, to the point where I raised my bum off the floor to allow him more access, and explore my bum and anus.
He did this so greedily, and beautifully, that I was fainting in the heat and lust of the moment. I opened the lips of my cunt to let him stab into me and then I pushed two fingers into my arse to widen it, and allow his tongue to penetrate my anus.
I was totally abandoned and shameless as René’s tongue and nose pushed into all my private bits, and as I reached round to flick on my clit, I boiled over and experienced the deepest orgasm in my life.
“WHOOOOOOOOOOOO” as I collapsed back onto floor, and curled up into a tight ball.
I must have passed out a little, because when I came to, there was René, sitting beside me and gently licking my exposed bum cheeks.
Was he waiting for me to do some more? But there he was, like a beautiful guard dog watching out for me. Head still on the floor, I raised my hand to stroke him and when I opened my eyes fully, could see from ground position, that he was sitting with the red tip of his penis poking out of his sheath.
“Why, oh why Jenny” am I smiling at seeing the beginning of a dog’s erection? Not moving, I rustled his ears and stroked down firm smooth body to his back legs…..up to his tummy, and slip down to touch the tip of his cock with the back of my hand. Nothing…he did not move. Odd I thought, so I turned my arm so that my fingers could reach him.
Slowly rubbing his tummy, I reached lower and lower until my fingers closed around his sheath. My God, I must have taken in more than sexy enjoyment when watching the videos of girls and dogs!
Squeezing and pulling back the sheath, began to reveal more and more of his shiny red cock. René did not object to these fingers and with a quiet whimper, gently laid down on his side. I continued to caress his sheath until it seemed that all of his warm cock was resting on my wrist.
I then wrapped my fingers around his shiny red cock, and squeezed it gently. Lazily, René turned his head and licked my fingers around his growing erection, then slumped back, supine beside the kitchen table. I was aroused again, and for the first time in my life, was lustily handling a throbbing cock.
It was close to me as we laid side to side and it looked so delicious that I wanted to taste, put it