Enthusiasm

Sherri-Belle couldn't resist; seeing Anna-Lee and Chester lying there stirred up a dozen conflicting emotions, every one of which she wanted to explore. She scampered over and jumped on top of them, licking their faces in enthusiasm. Her tail was wagging like a psychotic metronome and she was trying to hug them both at the same time but not really succeeding with either because she was switching back and forth too fast.

Anna-Lee tried to dodge the tongue. "Sherri-Belle, cut that out!"

Chester laughed and moved his face around so she could lick better, and rubbed the scruff of her neck. "Down girl, down." A gentle push directed her.

Sherri-Belle shifted her attention down to the base of the couple's necks but only stayed for a moment before something caught her attention. Anna-Lee gasped when the tongue and the nose started working her breasts, jiggling them with energy while Sherri-Belle roamed from nipple to nipple and into a sensitive spot in her cleavage that she hadn't even known existed. Chester's laugh slowed to a solid chuckle.

"Sherri-Belle, what the heck are you doing!?"

"She knows what she likes, Anna-Lee; what I like too. For that matter, it looks pretty much to be what you like too."

"Don't joke about that, Chet! She's a girl and she's a dog! I don't want no girl or no dog licking my bubbles."

"Whatever you say, Anna-Lee."

Sherri-Belle felt the big masculine hand on the back of her neck. The Man wanted her to go somewhere, and she followed obediently. The New Place was even better, with moisture to lick up and intense smells of the best and tastiest type. The snuffled through the fur and licked around the contoured vee and little nubs and the little pot with the yummy-smelling juices.

"Chester, that ain't better!"

"Anna-Lee, sometimes you talk too much." Chester clamped one hand over Anna-Lee's mouth and leaned over her, holding down the arm he wasn't lying on top of. His mouth went to work on her heavily-stimulated melons in the same way Sherri-Belle had done just before.

"Mffufl!" Anna-Lee tried to struggle, but with Chester lying half-on her and root-hogging her breasts and Sherri-Lee on top of her legs and giving her cunny a firm tongue-lashing she wasn't going anywhere except Pleasureland. Even so, this wasn't right. She didn't want no dog licking her fancy.

Sherri-Belle's attentions became slower and more focused as the warm wet place got familiar and she figured out which spots made the scent map more intense. What am I doing, she thought, I'm playing Sodom with a girl and I really really like it!

Anna-Lee's movements became more and more frantic and instinctual under Sherri-Belle's ministrations. Her nose told her where to lick when Anna-Lee's hips started bucking and tightening and twitching and she caught the little spurt of tasty liquid on her tongue. When Anna-Lee collapsed Sherri-Belle turned her full attention to Chester.