Beastiality

The spring sunshine fell warmly through the open window onto the naked
torso of the tall full-breasted redhead who was stretching and yawning
her voluptuously proportioned breasts as she breathed in deep, and her
long red wavy hair spreading out across the pillow like a heavy fan.

Mrs. Georgia Rogers stretched as she awoke, blinking slightly at the
fresh morning sunlight. When they had gone to bed the night before she
had forgotten that the new daylight saving time would probably mean
more sunlight in the morning, and she had left the curtains open.

Not that she minded a bit waking up to the refreshing spring sunshine.
She was feeling spring all over lately — particularly up between her
firmly curved thighs, and the fact that Howard had been rather
preoccupied lately had served as well to keep her natural sexual
interests rather highly stirred. Spring warmth was kerosene to that
flame, instead of a healing balm. But she didn’t mind. In fact, the
young wife rather enjoyed it, because then her orgasms would be all the
more lusty and overwhelming when they finally came.

Georgia shrugged and all of the sheet fell away from her opulently
contoured body, revealing, beside the ripe fullness of her lust-
inciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists,
flawless white skin, and just the hint of burnished red pubic hair at
the center of her loins. She had the unusual sort of redheaded coloring
seen only rarely — bright coppery hair and the most perfect of creamy
complexions, and a figure just as youthful and sensual as the day she’d
been married, in spite of the fact that she was now thirty-four and had
a teenage daughter.

As she stretched she fluffed out her long lustrous hair, which had
never been cut. Howard had been crazy about her hair. Like most men,
that was the first thing he had noticed. But then, men also paid
attention to her magnificently put together body as well. Curves no man
could resist, she had been told.

Georgia smiled softly to herself as she considered all this. Taking
both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, she
toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting
pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a corresponding tingle
deep down in the center of her belly. She was not a wanton, but only a
normal woman who had come to enjoy her husband’s sexuality, and of late
that sexuality had been somewhat lax. Consequently, every morning she
seemed to wake up more aroused than the morning before.

Not that Howard noticed. Indeed, he didn’t seem to notice anything much
lately except his business affairs. His company had put together a
hefty real estate package recently on the west side of the Chicago
River only to have it come out in the newspapers that instead of
developing the area as they had promised the original owners, the City
of Chicago, the land was being re-sold at a tremendous profit to the
federal government for an office complex. Consequently his entire
organization seemed currently to be in a constant state of upheaval and
anxiety over what new charges would arrive with each new day and — in
particular — what citizens’ lawsuits were in the offing. The prospect
was grim. And her Howard had been one of the original prime movers who
had clinched the deal through connections at city hall. His handsome
head would be on the block if the public got too noisy.

Georgia patted her breasts and then pushed her hands up in back of her
lengthy hair, and let it fall again. Her pretty head couldn’t really
get much interested in men’s affairs. All she knew was that Howard just
wasn’t performing in bed as usual.

As yet she hadn’t made her mind up what to do about it, however. She
kept expecting him to break out of the doldrums at any moment.

“Georgia, have you seen my cufflinks?” came a cross voice from the
bathroom, and then her husband was standing in the doorway, fiddling
with the sleeves of his shirt, his shock of wavy black hair falling
forward over his forehead. He was clad only in his underwear and the
shirt, and her eyes locked unavoidably on the spot where his genitals
nestled between his legs, but disappointingly, there was no special
bulge there to excite her.

“But you’ve got so many ” she started to say.

“I mean the ones with the footballs on them. I can’t wear jewelry any
more. Orders around the office. Too many newspaper reporters coming
through all the time. The boss has given up his diamond rings even. No
more small pinkies. Imagine. He won’t be able to show his face in city
hall.”

Georgia laughed and tried to help him by looking around the bedroom a
little bit, but she couldn’t seem to locate the cufflinks he was
referring to. Finally he changed to a button-cuff shirt and went back
in the bathroom, and Georgia slipped a housecoat over her glowing body
and went downstairs to start breakfast.

Karen, their thirteen year old platinum blonde daughter, was already
humming and singing in the shower. Georgia smiled to herself and made
her way down the stairs. Karen was certainly getting to be a beautiful
girl. They would have to get together for a long mother-and-daughter
chat very soon!

Going to the refrigerator, Georgia began in an orderly fashion to
organize breakfast for the family. She kept her housecoat carefully
closed when she caught sight of the milkman coming around, and then
relaxed again. Really, though, she was the sort of woman who preferred
to give her unusually well developed body free rein in its movements.
She hated constricting clothing — except, of course, when it attracted
attentive and appreciative male glances, and the housecoat normally
fell open quite a lot in the ordinary course of things as she moved
about her cozy kitchen.

Georgia had started the bacon and put out the pan for the eggs, and was
setting out the plates and silverware and so on when she heard the
scratching at the screen door.

What on earth –?

Drawing her dressing gown tightly about her waist, she went to the back
door and peered outside, but couldn’t see a thing unusual there. The
small public park looked typically quiet for this time of morning,
where it sat somnolently behind their house. There was absolutely no
one about.

And then came that scratching again, like a cat at the screen door. It
really gave her a start of an almost sensual nature, like someone
drawing chalk the wrong way up the blackboard of her spine. She opened
the door and looked down through the screening.

Well, this was a handsome animal! A big, shaggy German shepherd without
any apparent collar or identification was looking up at her with big
mournful eyes. His coat was so rough that there was the distinct
impression that he had recently been in a fight. His hair was very
shaggy and dirty and seemed to go in every direction. His mouth opened
slightly and Georgia glimpsed a fullish red tongue.

“Well, and where have you come from, lamb? My, don’t you look hungry.
Wait right there and mama will bring you something.” The young wife let
the door swing shut behind her and returned to the refrigerator to
rummage around for some leftover meat or something. There was a lamb
bone there from Sunday dinner with plenty of meat still on it, and also
some freshly ground beef. She decided that old lamb was a wiser
investment, and also poured for the hungry-looking animal a bowl of
milk.

Returning to the back door, Georgia found the German shepherd sitting
well back from it and down the steps. Well, he certainly seemed well
behaved and well trained, she thought as she opened both doors and went
down the steps.

A breeze came up and wafted slightly about her tall, elegantly torsoed
body, causing her housecoat to open a little. Her full-fleshed breasts
juggled upward and seemed to spill out from the open material, and
strangely, the dog’s big brown eyes fastened on their gleaming
whiteness, and he totally ignored the food. Georgia blushed
instinctively and tried to hold her housecoat more snugly to her body
with one elbow where bending over to put the dishes down on the colored
concrete blocks of the patio. This was far from easy with two dishes in
her hands, but her cleavage was so considerable that she felt she had
to do something. The dog was just a dog, but she couldn’t just let
everything spill out for all of the neighbors to see.

Though the German shepherd’s eyes burned on what he glimpsed of her
milk-white smooth flesh, he didn’t move from his spot. And seconds
later he had bent his head and was lapping at the milk. Then he took
the lamb bone in his paws and proceeded to rip the meat off of it quite
determinedly with his powerful jaws.

Georgia was somewhat taken aback by the ferociousness with which the
stray attacked the meat, but in a way she found it sort of fascinating.
The dog appeared to be more wolf than canine, and that’s the way she
found herself thinking of him — Wolf. When his eyes glanced up at her
momentarily, she was quiet stunned by the intensity of their gaze. They
seemed to bore right through her. An involuntary shiver passed through
her exquisitely formed flesh and something flashed a message in her
mind: This dog has the eyes of a dangerous man. Not dangerous in the
sense of a physical threat, but dangerous sexually.

Georgia shivered again and turned around sharply, returning up the
stairs into the kitchen. She closed the screen door and the back door
thoughtfully behind her, and then peered back through the curtain at
her big, powerful canine guest to where he was crunching the lamb bone
in his wicked-looking teeth. His strange dark eyes seemed to glare at
her, and after the recent frustration she had suffered in her marriage
bed, this sort of weird carnal stimulation worked on her loins like a
tonic. She felt trembly as a school girl going through her first wild
flirtation. But that was ridiculous!

“Morning, Mom!”

Georgia started as her platinum-tressed daughter suddenly appeared to
plant a warm wet kiss on her cheek. She touched Karen slightly and
blinked. Their pretty thirteen year old was as fresh as ever. Karen was
one of those girls who always appeared clean and scrubbed in every
situation. Part of this could be ascribed to her natural platinum
blonde hair, which hung all the way down her back with the consistency
of fine wire. Georgia and Howard had never been able to figure out
where it came from, as no one in either of their families was blonde,
although there was a tinge of Norwegian blood on Georgia’s side. North
Norwegian, where platinum blondes were supposed to abound.

Karen also dressed very neatly, too, changing frequently, truly one of
those children a parent never had to worry might go hippy. She had been
a perfect baby, and ever since then a perfect little lady. And now she
had every appearance of becoming a perfect teenager. In the last year
she had suddenly sprouted up quite tall for her age, and developed
small but well-rounded breasts. Indeed Karen was perfectly proportioned
in every way for a girl her age, and then some, with enticing young
breasts, a tiny waist and flat, flat tummy, and long sleek slender —
but well-turned — legs which seemed to retain their tan longer than
most girls’ did. Added to this was her long Jean Harlow-like hair but a
prettier oval face than Harlow had ever aspired to, with pert little
upturned nose, bright blue eyes, and a small but sultry mouth. Yes,
their little girl was a real princess.

“Morning, dear. Will you watch the bacon while I do the eggs?”

“Sure!”

Karen went gaily to work with a real enthusiasm, as she did everything.
Georgia sighed with parental satisfaction, watching her. Every parent
should be so lucky. With a fine helper like Karen, one was never at a
loss.

Nor was there ever any trouble with boys, either. Despite the fact that
Karen was developing faster than most girls her age, she did not seem
to be preoccupied with boys the way most prematurely developed girls
were, but seemed to take everything sweetly in her stride. So much so
that occasionally Georgia found herself wondering if Karen thought
about sex at all, and if so in what way. They had discussed it briefly,
and Georgia knew that her daughter knew where babies came from. But at
this pubescent age, girls’ ideas about sex changed so rapidly, and they
learned to become secretive about their real thoughts — Georgia could
remember from her own school days — and, it was difficult to tell what
they were thinking, if anything at all.

But she had to be thinking something about sex. It would be abnormal,
at her age, and given her development, if she weren’t.

Just then Karen glanced out the kitchen window and noticed the dog on
the patio, munching on the bone from the lamb roast of two days
previous. “Oh, mother,” she exclaimed, “whose dog is that?”

Georgia winced and smiled just a trace self-consciously. “Oh, just a
stray. He came scratching up at the door and I gave him a bone and a
bowl of milk. Scruffy looking thing, isn’t he? It was the only way I
could get rid of him.”

Karen continued standing at the back door, studying the large shaggy
brute. “Oh, but he is a big dog, isn’t he, mother? He looks positively
dangerous.” An involuntary shiver broke through her pubescent young
flesh. She had never seen an animal of such majestic proportions — or
one so dirty, wandering the streets on the loose. Once when she was
younger — or perhaps several times — the family had been to the
Lincoln Park Zoo, and seen the timber wolves kept caged up there. But
this animal could put any of them to shame. He had a large, leonine
head with dangerous, evil-looking eyes and devilish pointy ears that
rose up very high and peaked above his massive skull. His body, even
where he lay on the colored concrete, could be seen to be thickly
muscle and powerful. His teeth, as he ripped the lamb flesh from its
bone, were patently those of a trained and vicious watchdog, and Karen
could not repress a small ripple of excitement as she watched him. A
dog like that looked so brutish and untamable it was difficult to
imagine him ever wearing a collar. He was at once malevolent and yet
attractive like a dangerous and powerful man.

“Come on, dear,” Georgia said just a trace more peevishly than she
realized. “You’ve got to help me with breakfast. Your father will be
down any minute.”

Karen smiled silkenly to herself. There was something very masculine
about the big brute in their yard. It wouldn’t have been possible for
him to have been a female. Having so recently become a full-blown
physically matured female herself, the attraction was instantaneous.
Not that she would ever have dreamed of consummating her vaguely
aroused interest, of course. Her mind could scarcely have conceived of
sex between a dog and a human girl, indeed she had the utmost
difficulty imagining it between herself and a human boy! But
nonetheless she could feel the magnetic pull between her eyes and those
of the beast working so malevolently over his lamb bone. That was
instinct. It did not require translation into physical action, only the
understanding that it, the magnetism, existed. She knew instinctively
that she would have loved to have an imperial animal like that around
all the time, psychologically; sex didn’t enter into it.

“Boy, he’s a big dog, isn’t he, mother?” she said, leaving the window.
“Are we going to keep him? He looks like a good watchdog.”

“Yes, and there’ll probably be a reward out for him in the newspaper,
too. You can’t just pick up dogs like that, Karen. They belong to
people somewhere.”

Karen sniffed haughtily. “It certainly doesn’t look as if the people he
belonged to cared for him much, though. He’s just filthy. We really
should clean him up a bit.”

“We’ll see. Now, hurry. Your father’s coming.”

Howard Rogers did show up several moments later, picking up his paper
from the sideboard in the dining room and stepping silently into the
kitchen. He took his usual chair at the kitchen table, ruffling his
newspaper with appropriate seriousness. Karen came around and gave me a
hug and a peck on the cheek, but he struggled to appear indifferent and
concentrated on his newspaper.

In actual fact, however, his penis jerked in his pants and the tiniest
spot of cum oozed from the small slit in the top when he caught the
scent of his young daughter’s loins and felt her peach-soft cheeks rub
against his recently shaved jaw. He sat there, trying all the while to
appear casual, but his cock starting to swell and the tiny wet circle
darkening his trousers made him decidedly uncomfortable. He didn’t want
to be too obvious, however, and struggled with all his will power not
to shift in his seat.

But how was he to keep from glancing occasionally at his breathtaking
young daughter’s ripely developing breasts where they bounced from
beneath the snug white sweater she wore? She had the body of a goddess
and as much as he tried not to, he found himself thinking more and more
lately about fucking her during nights when he was fucking his equally
beautiful wife. All that wealth of platinum blonde hair was something
no man could resist thinking about. And now she was developing the body
to match it. A girl of such pulchritude mixed with purity and virginity
was every man’s most earnest wet dream come true in the living flesh.
He would have been a fool or a fox to pretend otherwise to himself …
even if she was his own daughter.

“More coffee, dear?” Georgia asked sweetly as she poured.

“Mmmmmmmrrph.”

Karen looked up at her father from under her long dark lashes. He was
certainly an attractive man, she thought. She certainly hoped that some
day she would fall in love and marry someone as nice as her father.
Anyone like him would have to be all right.

And it would be even better if the youth was hung like her father, too.
For while she was a decent and well-brought-up girl, the fact remained
that several times while she was growing up she had glimpsed her
father’s genitals and the sight had remained imprinted in her mind with
a force all its own. She knew from vague things she had heard among
other girls at school and elsewhere that large organs in a man were
supposed to make him sexually exciting for a girl.

Indeed, she had even caught herself dreaming at night occasionally of
what she had glimpsed on those rare occasions when she had caught sight
of her father’s penis, rather thick and hanging down between his legs
like a large, dangerous sword as he lathered himself to shave in the
bathroom, or casually entered the bathtub. And then, of course, she
couldn’t help but wonder . . .

There was a soft mewling from outside the back door, and Karen abruptly
remembered the big German shepherd her mother had given the food to.
Corresponding with her vaguely illicit thoughts regarding her father,
she found herself then wondering about this dog as well.

Just how were dogs “hung” anyway? So far as she had ever noticed, they
didn’t seem to have their penises hanging around loose the way men did.
Surely they couldn’t have very much, then, the way it was all so
hidden.

There was the mewling and scratching again. “Now, what the hell is
that?” Howard asked crossly, banging down his newspaper.

Georgia got up and went to the back door. “Oh, it’s just an old dog
that came to the door, dear. I gave him something to eat.” She opened
the two doors and looked down at the husky, panting animal. My, she
thought, he is a brute, isn’t he?

“Looks like he’s still hungry, mother,” said Karen.

“I’ll take care of it, dear.” Georgia went back to the refrigerator and
unhesitatingly took out the pound of ground meat she had been saving
for lunch, putting it on a nice plate for their handsome shaggy guest.

In the meantime Howard got up grumpily, finished off the last of his
coffee and went into the hall to get his jacket. “I’ll probably be home
late tonight,” he called back to them.

Georgia didn’t appear to notice. She was busily opening the back door
in order to set out the plate for their unkempt visitor. The rough-
looking German shepherd glanced up at her, then quickly set to wolfing
down the meat.

Karen got up to see her father to the front door, however. She followed
him all the way, and then threw her arms around his neck as he opened
the door, murmuring, “Oh, daddy, have a nice day.”

It was a fairly safe thrill to press her young full body against his in
this way, as her mother couldn’t see them. And even Howard let down his
guard long enough to close his eyes and run his hands achingly across
his teenage daughter’s back. He could smell her deliciously fresh scent
of youth, and feel all of her voluptuous long-legged slenderness
pressing every other point on his body at once. She was warm silken
cushions of sensuality and loveliness. Her curves were so warm and full
in all the right areas … his head fairly swam and his cock began
throbbing mightily.

And it was all so harmless. Only he himself knew, and Georgia couldn’t
see them. Karen, of course, was too innocent to realize how she
affected him.

Or so he thought. Not realizing at all that his daughter understood
very well what that hard, hot bulge was pressing upward between the
snug juncture of her virginal thighs. She rubbed her pubic triangle
shamelessly against his thigh, feeling herself becoming deliciously
turned on from the massive feel of his leg frictioning her cuntal
region. She hugged him more snugly, and kissed his soft cheek again,
more wetly now, partly with a sigh …

Until finally he summoned up the strength to push her away from him,
his penis pounding in his pants like a keg of gunpowder under an
infrared lamp.

For a long moment father and daughter merely stood there staring at
each other, unable to say anything, her eyes smokey and veiled. And
then he whirled on his heel and pushed open the front door. In another
moment he was down the steps and opening the door to their metallic
bronze Cadillac.

Karen returned to the kitchen with her thoughts and loins in a turmoil.
She had never come so sexually close to her father before. In that
sudden moment of his departure before the front door, the pretty blonde
thirteen year old seemed to have stepped up a step into an awkwardly
different sort of world. Her burning young pussy was itching terribly
around the desire-swollen lips, and she felt an intense urge to rub it
with her middle finger till her belly exploded in fire. She moved her
hips up and back as if to facilitate some sort of release against the
flimsy nylon material of her panties, but this was no good. Finally,
flipping her long platinum hair back over her shoulder, she sat down at
the kitchen table and wagged her long tanned legs back and forth. This
seemed to help a little bit, but not much.

“Your father go?” Georgia asked from the back door, where she was
running her fingers through the thick fur at the base of the strange
dog’s neck.

“Y-Yes, mother. Father’s gone,” she smiled prettily at her red-haired
mother. “What shall we call him?”

“Call who, dear?”

“The dog, of course.” Karen could feel the innervating sensuality her
father had aroused slowly subside as she struggled to change the
subject. Now there was just the vaguest warm wet feeling between her
legs.

And on the back steps, Georgia felt suddenly silly standing there
clucking and cooing over a mangy strange dog. But he was kind of cute,
the way he pressed his head up against her legs — it felt so nice and
cozy, somehow, all that cool, sleek fur. Occasionally he glanced up at
her with those beautiful soft eyes of his and she got the most pleasant
sensualizing shock from it. She didn’t know quite what to make of him
at all, but the fact that she and Howard hadn’t had a really good fuck
in a dog’s age had something to do with it, she supposed.

What a curious phrase to think of: Dog’s age …

“Well, I don’t know,” she said, “no doubt someone will be along to
claim him after a bit …”

“Or he might just run off and leave us. But what about in the meantime,
mother? What should we call him in the meantime?”

“In the meantime?” Georgia looked down thoughtfully at the husky dog,
which was so expertly wolfing down the hamburger she had set before
him. Somehow a dog like this didn’t seem suited to any name. He was
more a beast of the wild, like a beast of the wild, like a wolf …
That was it — they would call him that! She looked at her fresh-faced
young daughter. “Why don’t we just call him Wolf?” Georgia grinned at
Karen sheepishly. “He seems to have a wolfish-type personality, don’t
you think?”

“Wolf!” Karen clapped her hands. “Why, that’s grand, mother! How ever
did you think of it? It suits him to a T! I don’t think I’ve ever heard
of a dog named that before! Have you?”

“Why-uh, no …” Georgia looked down at the dog, which had by now
glommed practically all of the hamburger and was again looking up at
her with those strange eyes, so big and brown, like enormous dark pools
filled with weird almost-human knowledge. Occasionally his fur brushed
against her leg and she felt the most evanescent tremor of
unexplainable excitement ripple through her overheated and frustrated
loins.

She clutched her housecoat snugly around her tall, full-blown body. She
had inadvertently set the plate down right on the top step to the
kitchen door, and now couldn’t close the door until the dog was
finished eating, because his big muscular body was in the way. It was
somewhat cool with the door open this way, and she could feel goose-
pimples sprouting all over her shivering longish legs. The strangest
feeling seemed to be crawling up her soft smooth flesh in the direction
of her loins.

Trying to break out of her curious mood, she looked over at her
thirteen year old daughter, saying as sharply as she could, “Look here,
young lady, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for school?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Karen looked down, and then swelled with pride as she
noticed all over again the way her budding breasts pushed out the front
of her tight white sweater. She had of late become so proud of her
breasts that she incessantly tried to display them in every way
possible, perhaps hoping secretly that some naughty boy would find a
way to take advantage of her. But now she just tried to look humble
under her mother’s scolding.

“Well, then, let’s get going. We can discuss our guest later — if he’s
still around. When you come home from school. In the meantime, young
lady, a bit of breakfast is in order, I’d say.”

After Karen left for school, Georgia was at last able to relax with a
sigh and a cigarette on the four-seater couch in the living room. Her
housecoat full open to reveal her long, milky smooth legs all the way
up to the fluffy red curls growing around the soft furrow between her
thighs. She could afford this state of abandon now that everyone was
gone. Ordinarily Howard liked her to dress demurely and conservatively
about the house, and, of course, she always tried to be a lady around
her daughter. It was only when she was alone that she could really let
her hair down and relax.

When she was alone. And she was increasingly that as Howard became more
and more involved in the vicious exposes that were being printed about
the way his company had handled that west bank land deal. He spent long
hours at the office now, and when he came home he seemed to have small
interest in sexual entertainment. She had always been a virtuous wife,
but she was still, after all, a female, and she had gotten used to the
lustful feel of a hotly throbbing penis sunk deep inside her hungry
vagina from time to time. At Georgia’s age, if Masters and Johnson were
right, a woman was just coming into her most sensual period. A period
when some of the former taboos inculcated by her parents had been
dissolved, and when she had learned viscerally the value of a hard male
member being driven upward into her churning belly. With age, a woman
took taboos less seriously, although, of course, she continued to
consider the threat of exposure and the need for discretion. One did
not destroy a family — which was, after all, a business built up over
a lifetime — merely for the sake of some fleeting sexual satisfaction
and its attendant relaxation.

On the other hand, if she had wanted to have an affair she wouldn’t
have known where to begin. Oh, numerous of Howard’s “friends” had made
the usual overtures, but there was still nonetheless the omnipresent
problem of discretion. She wouldn’t have undercut her life with Howard
for anything. Theirs had been a childhood romance which had blossomed
to fruition through high school and junior college. She genuinely loved
Howard, and she would always love him, even if they never had sex
again.

Still, there was this terrible need which seemed to be eating her pussy
alive.

The tormented young redhead stubbed out the cigarette and gazed with
drooping, dreamy eyelids toward the kitchen, wondering idly if the
visiting dog were still there.

Dogs, she thought. Now, dogs didn’t have any such problems. They took
sex as they felt like it, without incurring any social problems. They
didn’t mate for life, the way people did.

Georgia found herself wondering how that strange dog made out with his
sex life, being so obviously on the loose, and probably on the run as
well. Was it easy for him to meet accommodating female dogs in his
wanderings?

And why, come to think of it, did she continue referring to “it” as a
male? For all she knew, the dog might be female. She hadn’t really
glimpsed any sex equipment. Not that she was quite sure what to look
for. She had seen a few dogs fornicating in public parks and other
places in her life, but had never paid much attention. And as for dogs
at rest, well, she supposed that the ones with pointy little furry
protrusions under their bellies were male. Otherwise she couldn’t
remember much of anything.

But now her latent curiosity was aroused. It might pass an otherwise
dull day to find out just what the dog sex situation was for sure, and
Karen had suggested that she give the dog a bath, hadn’t she? Or had
Georgia thought of that originally by herself? Now she wasn’t quite
sure.

Like most people, male or female, Georgia had a natural lurid curiosity
which she would be happy to satisfy if she weren’t caught at it, a
totally natural and deep-seated interest in all things obscene — just
because they were forbidden.

And now she was alone in the house, with the rest of the family not due
back for many hours, and that strange, powerful-looking animal waiting
out back. Waiting for her? Because she had fed him, of course. Probably
waiting for more food. Well, there was no harm in that. That was acting
from the standpoint of normal self-interest.

But she would definitely have to do something about cleaning up the
filthy animal. She had promised that she would — although it didn’t
occur to her to question just who she had made this promise to.

Her dark eyes blinked prettily as she stubbed out another cigarette and
got up, drawing her housecoat tightly about her voluptuous form. Yes,
she would take him upstairs and give the poor beast a bath. That would
be the best way she could think of to pass the morning. And it would
give her something to do as she continued to try to think out her
problems with her husband.

Chapter 2

It hadn’t always been like this. Far from it, in fact, when they were
courting, first in high school and then in college, Howard had been as
ardent a swain as any girl could ask for. It had really taken all her
willpower to retain her virginity until they were married. All those
years of struggling, of fighting him off, in order to preserve her
honor. It was far from easy, being so hopelessly in love with Howard as
she had been.

Georgia could remember their first struggle very clearly still. It was
their second date and Howard had taken her to the Max Straus Social
Center on Wilson Avenue. He was driving his father’s four-door black
Oldsmobile at the time. (Why did the Rogers always buy black
Oldsmobiles?) After the usual socializing and propriety, he had taken
her up a quiet lane on Albany Street and parked in an empty lot that
was completely surrounded by tall trees.

She had been crazy about Howard from the very first. For one thing he
was on the school football team and was known to be very strong and
tough. And he was so good looking, and such a sharp dresser, too, with
his white letter sweaters and colorful ties.

So she hadn’t minded a bit when he took her into his arms, there in the
front seat of the Olds. She was fifteen and he was almost seventeen,
and he really turned her on. Before then she hadn’t even been excited
by kissing. But when she felt Howard’s thrusting male hardness
straining to break through his Levi’s where it pressed against her bare
thigh, a flood of emotions was unleashed in her totally unlike anything
she had ever felt before.

She didn’t think of protesting at first. Howard was kissing her as no
decent boy ever had before, with his tongue sliding all the way into
her mouth and filling it up, lapping at her tongue and probing at her
teeth. And she found it delicious, like nothing she had ever done
before, and the sensual little thrills he was causing were burning a
lewd path right down into her belly. Eventually she was licking him
back, their mouths glued wetly together and their tongues thrusting in
a passionate semblance of intercourse. And with his enormous,
powerfully throbbing penis pressing so heatedly against her leg, she
was quite taken away.

Up till then she had heard vaguely of what a man’s penis must be like,
but she had formed no exact picture in her mind of its power and
dominating force. She had only heard that when a man puts his penis
inside a girl, it was supposed to feel good.

But this — this was heaven! Just feeling its pressure against her
softly yielding young flesh was enough to give her the bends. She
wouldn’t have broken off that kiss for the world.

If only Howard hadn’t abruptly slid his fingers up through the naked
smoothness of her parted thighs.

“Howar-mmuurrff …” She had struggled then to break off their soul
kiss as one of his fingers insinuated itself slowly but insistently
underneath the modestly damp elastic crotch-band of her panties in
order to tickle into her desire-moistened pubic curls and finally move
between the swollen outer lips of her burning young cunt.

How surprised she had been to find that she was wet down there, just
from Howard’s kissing! She had never even masturbated before, and had
always regarded herself as a decent girl within the context of those
times, and then to discover that a little kissing from an expert like
Howard Rogers could make her pussy flow like a river swollen by spring
rains!

“Howard — please! Let me go!” She had finally managed to break from
his mouth and tried to push his shoulders back with her hands.

Not that that helped matters much. For his finger was still arcing and
delving inside the warmly seeping confines of her cuntal lips, and her
belly felt as if it were swarming with bees.

“You seem to be getting all juicy down there, Georgia,” he said with
just the slightest adolescent smirk of over-confidence, his finger
continuing to circle around obscenely up between her trembling thighs.

In moral panic, the red haired virgin tried to grip her boy friend’s
wrist to try to draw his hand away from there, but it felt so heavenly
she wanted to swoon, and her grasp was very weak against his determined
and muscular assault.

“Pleeeeaaassse no, Howie … oh … what . . . what are you doing to me
…” she wailed piteously.

“Just doing what you want me to, girl,” he said worming his middle
finger around over the sensitive bud of her clitoris until she thought
she was dying, it felt so fantastic. Her thighs seemed to part despite
her best intentions, and then his single thick finger was sliding
effortlessly in and out of her virginal cunt, on that swollen river of
liquid fire that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

She was mystified and alarmed at the way her body was betraying her.
With his middle finger plunged all the way into her cunt and wiggling
around inside it, the knuckles of his other fingers all smashed her
passion-soaked pubic hair in a wild friction of lust back against her
pulsating clitoris, and she knew a level of delight that completely
transcended any sensation she had ever dreamed existed. If this was
sex, it was the most wonderful thing in the world! She wanted more of
it, more of it, not less!

But the fifteen year old girl’s head was still in the First
Episcopalian Church of Glencoe, and it was telling her body furiously -
- You wretch! If you enjoy this, you’re committing a sin! It’s sinful
to have anything to do with sex without being married!

And this seemed to galvanize her fading resolve to have one last try at
protecting her moral virtue. “But-but,” she said through chattering,
lust-ridden teeth, “you’ll r-ruin m-me, Howie … it’s-it’s not right!
Stop!”

Mystified by this renewed protest, the young football player suddenly
slid his finger down and out of her gasping hot pussy, the walls of
which seemed to clasp desperately after it until finally the complete
and aching separation was made.

“Gosh, Georgia, you’re really serious, aren’t you?” he said,
bewildered.

In that terrible moment her loins wanted his finger back inside of her
more than anything in the whole world. Her lower belly felt as if it
were doing somersaults. If he hadn’t taken his finger out when he did,
she wouldn’t have been able to find the strength to protest again. She
would merely have rationalized ecstatically that she had done all she
could, and that, therefore, in the eyes of God it would be no blemish
on her honor if Howie continued and finished the job of raping her with
his thick middle finger.

But no, it was not to be. Howard actually took her seriously at last
and gave her clinging moist loins the respite they no longer desired.
She closed her thighs tightly together and began weeping softly.

“Wow, Georgia,” he said, stroking her arm and trying to comfort her.
“Hey, hey, calm down. Are you … you’re not really … a virgin …
are you?”

“Yes, I am!”

“Hey, I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I didn’t realize.”

He automatically held her close as she sobbed her heart out. She wasn’t
quite sure why she was crying — perhaps it was because he had taken
his finger out. Anyway, it seemed the proper and well-brought up thing
to do, although, in actual fact, she felt no pain anywhere, or any
shame either.

It was very nice being comforted by Howard, though. Georgia’s
voluptuously firm full breasts heaved and quivered as they pressed into
her boy friend’s hard muscular chest. His hands stroked her shivering
back as if he were gentling a startled mare, his face pressed against
hers so that his nose was buried in all that warmly scented long red
hair of hers.

“Oh–I think I’m falling in love with you, Georgia,” he said, feeling
his penis expand madly and protest till it hurt against the tight
confines of his pants.

“I know,” she whispered between sobs. “I-I can feel it, too.”

And, indeed, she had become stuck on him in that instant, and,
afterwards, never had eyes for anyone else. Even though he did nothing
more with her that evening and controlled his flaming testicles like a
saint until she knew — gleefully almost, because it was, after all, a
compliment — that he must be in terrible pain.

That evening he kissed her good-night at the door very demurely and
stroked her soft face, promising to phone her again soon. She clutched
him desperately, wondering if he really meant it? Or had he lost his
respect for her, now that he had his finger in her cunt? Or maybe he’d
never call her again because she hadn’t let him go all the way. Oh God,
she was damned if she did and damned if she didn’t.

“Yes,” he reassured her with great tenderness, lightly touching her
soft warm hair. “It’s all right between us, Georgia, because we love
each other. You’ll see.”

Georgia’s female instinct hadn’t believed a word of it … boys really
had to say things like that, didn’t they? It didn’t matter if you never
heard from the guy again, the important thing was that he had claimed
to respect you at the time. Then both sides were absolved of all guilt
and could rationalize away the entire incident. Georgia understood all
these things with the feminine instinct ingrained in her very bones
like a radioactive isotope. She needed no instruction in sexual
psychology. She had been forged in the furnace of evolution … but it
certainly didn’t make this “first time” good-night any easier on either
of them, for Georgia very definitely wanted to be seeing more of this
Howard Rogers. And, luckily, she did.

In the weeks, months and years to come, both knowingly and unknowingly,
she teased Howard almost to the breaking point. And little by little
their passion did escalate somewhat. She permitted him to feel her
full, firmly set breasts, but only from outside her sweater. This
served a dual purpose — whetting her eager boy friend’s appetite for
what he would be getting after marriage, and also providing for the
most enjoyable fondling caresses which made the sparks to her loins fly
so hot and fast she nearly came in her panties every time he did it.
Georgia’s breasts were so high-set and proudly rounded and had never
been touched this way by anyone else. The inexperienced young teenager
could barely repress her moans of rapture as he roughly squeezed and
stroked her breasts, but she never again let him put his hand up
between her legs and always went out with some sort of protection
stuffed up inside. This acted to absorb some of her lascivious cuntal
seepage during their heavy petting sessions, but really did not prevent
her thighs from becoming moist.

As time went on she additionally permitted Howard to masturbate in the
front seat, his one hand jerking lewdly on the lust-thickened length of
his penis while his other hand played with her breasts like this. And
then she would hold him and caress him and whisper sweet endearments
while he panted out his release.

But, somehow, willy-nilly, she still managed to put him off until he
was well into his second year of college before, subtly afraid that she
was losing him to some blonde sorority beauty, she got him to “force”
her to agree to elope.

After that they never looked back.

Howard was a most satisfactory lover in the early years of their
marriage, although he did occasionally have a nasty habit of suggesting
obscene things — such as that she should take his penis into her
mouth, which, of course, she would never do. Georgia did not regard
herself as a prude in this respect. She enjoyed normal sex and had
orgasms quite often. They were usually pleasant quiet affairs, but
quite adequate to relax her.

She regarded normal sex — that is, intercourse committed in
“missionary position” — as a right of married couples — nay, almost
as a duty. And, anyway, it was the most comfortable position for her.
As for the “perversions,” like fellatio and cunnilingus, she could
dismiss them as unnatural. After all, they couldn’t produce children,
could they? And really she found even the thought of them disgusting.

And so it was that when, for some reason, Howard ceased making love to
her recently, she had little notion for anything else. Indeed, she
would have been offended if he had tried to satisfy her with his tongue
or in any other way. For that would have been unnatural.

This was all part of what ran through the frustrated housewife’s mind
as she went to look for their German shepherd visitor.

“Wolf! Oh Wolf!” she called, not reflecting that her furry guest would
have no way of knowing the name she had selected for him.

“Oh Wolf!” She pushed open the back door, and then the screen door, and
her heart jumped. He was nowhere in sight! “Wolf! Wolf!!” Where was
that interesting vagabond, anyway? She was out on the colored blocks of
the patio now, and the fresh morning air was cold on her ankles. She
hadn’t realized how much she was looking forward to the dog’s company
until suddenly he was no longer there, and her heart raced in a way
that she would have thought obscene if she were looking around for a
human male.

“Wolf! Oh, there you are.”

The rough looking animal inclined its head and looked at her pleasantly
from his sleepy corner around the side of the house, his face almost in
a smile. He had been waiting for the nice lady who had been so good and
who smelled so exciting to him. Now he was settled down in a sphinx-
like position over the bare lamb bone, which he had been gnawing
comfortably as he daydreamed about the soft white body he had glimpsed
the times her housecoat ballooned outward.

“It’s time for your bath, Wolf,” Georgia said, looking down at him.
This was awkward. She wanted to give him a bath, but, at the same time
he was still a strange dog, and there was never any telling how he
might behave if she forcibly tried to get him up and into the house. So
she merely wrung her hands together, adding more coquettishly than she
knew, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to come into the house for a nice
bath?”

Surprisingly, these were words that “Wolf” understood. He had heard
them often enough before from other pleasant, well-meaning ladies. He
abruptly got up on his feet and moved past her to the back door, where
he stood wagging j his tail and panting, looking back at his red haired
benefactress to open it for him.

“Well, you are clever, aren’t you?” said Georgia, pleasantly surprised.

Wolf barked. It was the first time he had done so, and Georgia did not
find it all unpleasant. Smiling, she followed him back to the kitchen
door and held both doors open for him as he scampered inside. Then he
let her go ahead of him up the stairs to the second floor.

Georgia could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made her
way to the bathroom with the furry German shepherd right behind her and
occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his rough fur
along her silk-smooth skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her soft
inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-starved
pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and her
subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious level
to admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal
erotically intoxicating.

“Well, here we are, handsome,” she said as they entered the bathroom.
And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for
her to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly
proportioned flesh in all of its Junoesque desirability.

Wolf’s big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spell-binding
presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent of
her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with
an answering desire.

Georgia turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized that
Wolf’s burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. She
glanced instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away.
There was certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal, was there?
She looked at her firm highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After
all, it was not as if it were a man she was alone with, was it?

Laughing nervously, the redheaded housewife bent down and gave Wolf a
light fondling around his snout. “You devil,” she giggled. “You’ve got
eyes that get right up between a woman’s legs, and you know it, don’t
you?”

Wolf gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Georgia really liked the
dog now, and, after all, any admirer was better than none. Feeling like
Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding
mirrors, she realized that even Howard hadn’t looked at her supple,
curvaceous flesh like that in a dog’s age. Was that fair?

Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing red
hair. Then she turned away from Wolf towards the bathtub, presenting to
him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly
before his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then
bent over in order to turn on the faucets.

From this position Wolf could make out just the barest wisps of her
pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of
her smoothly formed ass-cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar
anticipation.

Georgia meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable
temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be
sure it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold for the nice doggy, who had
strayed to her door. And in that moment of complete and vulnerable
exposure, with her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Wolf’s
face, the young wife had an experience that would have been predictable
for a worldly woman of wider sexual experience, but which for Georgia
Rogers constituted perhaps the most shattering physical adventure she
had ever had — or thought about — in her entire life.

For, in that moment suspended between time and space, poised with all
of her lusciously tempting nakedness undulating in sexual promise over
the bath, she suddenly felt the hot, swiping lick of a long animal
tongue moving wetly from an artful point just below her curl-fringed
pussy lips, stroking ardently through her quiescent cuntal furrow, and
up sharply through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly
at her virginal little anus!

Chapter 3

“Aaaarrrggghhh!” Later Georgia was never quite sure where her groan had
come from. Certainly there had been no indication preceding it that her
loins would convulse so heatedly under that initial lengthy stroke of
Wolfs hot wet tongue. One moment it seemed to her that her pussy was
quietly somnolent, the next it seethed like a hive of bees. And all
because of a … a German shepherd, a dog she’d never seen before that
morning!

Before she could get a grip on herself, the brutish animal repeated his
lewd act, this time curling his tongue like a scroll and pushing it
obscenely up through the hair-lined lips of her burning hot vagina.
Georgia held on to the edge of the bathtub for dear life.

This was not even remotely similar to anything else sexual she’d ever
experienced. Previously it had always taken a bit of time and affection
for her to get worked up for her pussy to start to flow. But Wolf’s
sudden action worked on her just as if she had let out this obscene
groan of lascivious delight which came from she knew not where.

“Wolf — no! Good doggy!” Without a thought as to whether the dog would
bite, she reached in back of her and tried to push his snout away. But
the feel of his cold wet muzzle in her fingers and between her buttocks
was a second sensation so electrically erotic and stimulating that it
could not be born for longer than a single instant.

And, in that instant, the single-minded stray continued his depraved
behavior with another hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid cuntal
cleft to flick up maddeningly like a leather whip at her sensitive
nether entrance.

A fierce and primitive groan of sensuality escaped Georgia’s parted
lips once more, but, by now, she had also begun mumbling various
incoherent prayers in her head, trying to distract herself. In a small
way this seemed to work, and she managed miraculously to work up the
strength from her tortured limbs to push herself up from the bath. This
also tended to force the dog’s snout somewhat more snugly between her
cleft moon buttocks, and the threat of attack at her anus set off
another furious thrill deep in her loins and immediate feelings of
self-recrimination and guilt.

“Get away — oh God, Wolf, get away! Can’t you see what you’re doing to
me, you crazy dog! Get away! I beg you!”

Her limbs felt so weak and helpless she couldn’t believe it. It was as
if she had become almost paralyzed with some illness in her muscles.
But her imprecations to the dog seemed to have done some good, for the
powerful animal now took her seriously and backed off across the
bathroom tiles away from her.

Indeed, Wolf was well-trained enough to know when a human really meant
her protests, and when she didn’t. When he sensed that his beautiful
new redheaded mistress actually was serious about wanting a respite, he
backed off immediately. He had learned through long experience as well
that it was not wise to force the issue with a female who was not quite
ready. A smart dog and well able to play the waiting game, he sat down
on his haunches in one corner of the bathroom and stared at her with
his muzzle resting on his paws and his big dark eyes brooding and
thoughtful. He would wait for her. Forever, if need be.

Visibly shaken, Georgia managed to straighten up and find her way to a
standing position. She steadied herself as best she could with one hand
on the tub, then sat down on its edge until she could get her breath.
She would have sat down on the toilet seat, across the way, but her
muscles had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and her
heart pounding as if she’d just run the three-minute mile.

“So — you … so that’s what you … you do … shame …”

It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins had
divided into finally came back together again, and even then they
continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again.
Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the
sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt
to kill some of the terrible pressure that was building between her
shivering hot legs.

“You — you naughty dog,” she said, only mildly cross and really less
cross that she thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. “You
must never do that to mama again. That’s bad, don’t you know that?”

Wolf cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful eyes. He
wanted to please his new mistress, and couldn’t understand her sudden
burst of anger — she had smelled so ready for him. What was the
matter?

Georgia glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face had gone completely
crimson and she was surprised to see that her nipples had tautened
visibly. If that was the effect of a little playful show of affection
by a charming dog like this one, then Howard had definitely left her
alone one night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by it
– dogs always licked people when they were happy. If she hadn’t been
in such an unusual position he might have licked her face, or her hand.
It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.

But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly and aroused to the
extent that her loins felt as if they were filled with honey. She had
to get a grip on herself.

“Come here,” she said imperiously to the dog, pointing at the floor in
front of her.

Wolf got up obediently and went over to her, standing at attention with
his tongue panting out. Then he was thrilled anew as his beautiful
mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning
nakedly against his furry body as she began brushing out his snarled
and filthy coat.

Georgia could not keep back a shiver of excitement as the erotically
stiffened tips of her breasts brushed back and forth over Wolf’s
shaggy, unkept body, his fur tickling titillatingly at the already
sensitively puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been
unusually tender and the feel of his muscular canine body against her
smooth, sleek white flesh was totally unlike anything the yearning
redhead had ever experienced before. She couldn’t label it either. It
was not obscene — and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and
understanding and love, and all the thousand and one cozy things that
dogs and humans find together, and yet it was more than that. And she
liked the feel. Why hadn’t they ever had a dog?

“Is that better?” she crooned, her nostrils flaring without her certain
knowledge, the outer well of her vagina becoming quietly flooded with
moisture as it poised in readiness for some obscure, unnamable thing.
She ran the brush through Wolf’s rough coat, straightening out the
snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it should be. Of
course, he hadn’t known what he was doing. He was just a dumb animal.
He couldn’t have any idea what his licking of her responsive pussy
flesh had done to her. After all, he wasn’t a man.

Not that she had ever permitted her husband to do anything so filthy.
Oh sure, though, Howard had tried, but she’d always been able to talk
him out of it.

But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, could it be that it
was she who was wrong, to have to put him off? She was getting all
mixed up.

But this was all harmless. If she was aroused, it was merely for
Howard. Tonight she would have to insist that he make love to her and
quell her raging need. Women had their rights nowadays, too. It was no
longer just the man who was entitled to an orgasm. Well, whether he was
upset about work or not, it had to be tonight!

“There, is that better?” she asked as she finished giving Wolf’s coat
its first set of strokes, swinging her long red hair back over her
shoulder.

Only to have Wolf answer by abruptly turning his head and darting out
his long thick tongue to wash wetly and intoxicatingly across her
startled open mouth. “Why –!” But before she could finish, his tongue
had artfully inserted itself between her lush red lips and he was
French kissing her, stuffing that long wet tongue all the way into her
mouth, licking at her even white teeth and all around the sides of her
gasping mouth.

She tried to fend him off by gripping the shaggy fur around his neck,
but instead found herself responding in a way that was wholly
unexpected. His kiss was so like Howard’s — except for the size of his
tongue, which of course, was much bigger — that she couldn’t seem to
keep herself from kissing him back. She sucked on his tongue
luxuriously, and licked it all over with instinctive adoration of its
dominating maleness. And instead of pulling away, her softly mounded
breasts pressed themselves snug into the warmth of his fur, and she
felt a wave of warm cuntal moisture shoot down from her loins in
natural feminine response.

But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the bathroom floor and
spread her legs for him — for this dog! — was overwhelming!

Georgia was incredulous. She had known that she was in a mildly turned-
on mood, but hadn’t guessed for a minute that desire could be unleashed
so awesomely like this, with the swiftness and force of a mighty river
breaking through its own floodgates and spilling forward in a great
tidal wave of emotion.

It seemed like an endless decade for a kiss. She couldn’t seem to get
her breath. She knew that the wetness from her hopelessly aroused
vagina was seeping into the already tangled red curls of her pubic
hair, but she couldn’t seem to do anything about it. Her breasts were
alive with a throbbing that threatened to break her heaving chest and
her hard little nipples ached to be sucked. Indeed, she probably
wouldn’t have been able to tear herself away if suddenly the water in
the bathtub hadn’t threatened to overflow. As it was, she was barely
able to break from Wolf’s passionate animal kiss and rush to the taps
in time. Turning them both off, she whirled around just in time to keep
Wolf from pushing his snout up again between her legs.

“I know you now, you — you lecher,” she warned him, shaking her finger
at him. “You know just what you’re doing, don’t you? Well, you’re not
going to do it again — not here. You can try that on some of your
other senoritas. Don’t you have any shame?”

But Wolf only grinned malevolently and she realized with a quickening
of her overexcited heart that she had taken the wrong tack.

“Well,” she sniffed, “you’ve really hurt my feelings. But anyway, I
promised you a bath and that’s what you’re going to get. Get in the
tub.”

Wolf put his forelegs up on the edge of the bath and with an effortless
little shuffle born of long experience he clambered over the edge with
his hind legs, too, to fall with a splash into the soapy warm water.

“Well, there’s just a little too much water, but you stay there and
behave yourself while mama takes the plug out with her free hand. I’m
warning you.”

The big dog grinned, its large tongue lolling out. True to her word,
she watched him carefully as she removed the stopper and some of the
water went out until the bath was only half full. Wolf stood quietly
watching her from the other end of the tub, his dark eyes shining with
both love and confusion at his new keeper’s actions. What was the
matter? Didn’t she want to play? Why had she scolded him so harshly?
Maybe this was a new game.

Even though she now had some inkling of the German shepherd’s lecherous
intentions, it hadn’t quite registered with Georgia just precisely in
what danger she was. She hadn’t even bothered to put her housecoat back
on. So despite all the warning she had, Georgia was still to some
extent blissfully unaware of the true situation as her canine visitor
waited in patience with his big brown eyes trained unnervingly on her.
Her naked breasts swayed hypnotically before him, just a tongue’s
length away from his open mouth, and the tantalizing scent of her loins
was driving Wolf crazy. Now, as she began to soap up a large sponge,
getting on her knees at the side of the tub, the tormented dog’s penis
jerked and bounced with anticipation, filling hotly with blood.

The sponge foamed with lather as she squeezed it. Now she was ready. He
would get a bath and that would be the end of it. So she filled the
sponge with water again and again as she ran it over his heavy animal
body, squeezing the lather out all over him. The water dripped down
from his crown, over his neck, down his back, along his rib cage, over
his quivering tail, and finally down along a gleaming red point which
Georgia was surprised to find emerging from beneath his belly.

She looked more closely. Then it occurred to her that it was her
curiosity to begin with that had prompted her to bring the stray dog
into the bath in the first place. She had entertained some fleeting
thoughts with respect to canine sex, she remembered now, and with all
the time in the world to fool around, had decided on this innocent
little past time. But how it had backfired! She had learned more about
canine sex in the last five minutes than she thought she would want to
know her entire life!

And then she saw it — Wolf’s gradually stiffening penis peeping redly
from its soft hairy surrounds. So that was what a dog’s penis looked
like … and in that instant the naive housewife was hypnotized with
curiosity. Unthinkingly her hands began to soap more and more under and
around the furry pointed sheath of his loins, and in another moment her
hands had actually fondled Wolf’s testicles and bumped against his
slowly expanding organ.

She was really surprised that a dog could have such large testicles,
and more than a little alarmed at the way his cock was growing. By now
her curiosity was fully aroused. She found herself wondering how large
his organ might be when it reached complete, blood-hardened erection.
It was already sticking out several inches from its furry hiding place.

More and more her hands and fingers came to squeeze and stroke Wolf’s
rapidly expanding member, and with each fleeting caress it seemed to
get bigger and bigger. Unknown to her conscious mind, her hands fondled
his genitals along with the sponge which ostensibly she was using to
wash him.

Now Georgia was also finding herself become more and more excited. Wolf
had such a beautiful body, with such strong sleek muscles. She admired
his handsome canine head, and couldn’t help but think back to that lewd
fiery kiss he had given her. Why, it was ridiculous, but if the water
hadn’t been running over the edge of the tub, the silly dog might have
seduced her with that kiss!

But what was she thinking of? A dog couldn’t seduce a woman. That
wasn’t possible … or was it?

Sure, if he had a penis he could probably make love to a woman, albeit
mechanically. And yes, Wolf very definitely had a penis, she could see
that. Georgia gulped, her throat feeling very dry. A wave of curious
excitement washed through her loins at the sight of the dog’s gleaming
red cock. My God! It was getting bigger than her own husband’s — and
yet it was still expanding!

What would it feel like to have such a massive instrument pounding deep
up inside of her? Her cuntal walls felt all fluttery just contemplating
it. Howard hadn’t made love to her in so long that she couldn’t seem to
get her mind off the subject, and now that she was alone with this
virile young German shepherd, her mind was jumbled with incoherent
thoughts of indulgence in things forbidden and obscene.

The trembling redhead wondered idly if Wolf had ever fucked a woman.
Was it the same as fucking another dog? How did it make him feel? Had
the other women found themselves in the very position she was in now
… and what had they done? Had they let him lick them? God! There was
no denying Wolf had driven her crazy with his sneaky but expert licking
of her pussy just a few moments ago. But surely there couldn’t be
anymore than that between a woman and a dog … could there?

She felt her breath coming faster and faster. There was no denying now
that the viscous secretions of her vagina were flowing rapidly at a
truly remarkable rate. It occurred to her again that she was alone here
with Wolf and would be the whole day, and that whatever happened here
between them was more secret by far than anything she might do with a
human male. She had been thinking about a lover, hadn’t she? If Howard
kept on with his cool indifference, she needed to make love. She needed
it, needed a man’s hard hot penis sliding wetly in and out of her
aching cunt. She needed something! A dog like Wolf, being mute, was
perfectly discreet. Whatever happened here today was their secret,
foolish or wise or silly. No one would ever know.

No one would ever know.

Georgia blushed nervously. She had the most terrible guilty feeling in
her fluttering belly. What on earth was she thinking of? She wanted to
giggle and race around the house naked. The most terrible feeling of
abandon was in her, making her already quivering breasts rise and fall
in heavy gasps.

By now Wolf’s swollen cock had come spinning out through the soap suds
to grow to truly astounding proportions. Georgia’s long-fingered hands
groped and massaged obscenely beneath the dog’s belly, feeling along
the entire fearfully pulsing length of his penis. She was quite
fascinated at the way his penis tapered up to the tip. A cock like that
promised a fresh thrill with each new inch, and, it was fiercely
exciting to the mesmerized woman to think that her touch was producing
this fantastic bestial arousal. She could feel his testicles throbbing
in her gently cupping palms, and she knew they were churning with sperm
inside.

For a moment she seemed to go dizzy. It was wildly erotic to be
fondling the dog’s sexual equipment, and probably illicit as well. But
if no one would ever know, did it matter?

She gasped and trembled as his cock continued to burst in size. Taking
her other hand out of the bath for a moment, she reached down and
pushed her middle finger across the warm stickly lips of her cunt,
finding them moist and swollen and the tender curls of her pubic hair
drenched with her passionate-secretions. She was alarmed and excited
all put together. If only there was some way to satisfy herself — her
cravings were flying altogether out of control now. She desperately
needed something shoved up into her wanting pussy … and now!

Wolf whimpered and her attention was drawn back to him. “Was I
neglecting you, my darling?” she cooed, both her hands once more
milking his desire-enlarged cock and balls. His penis looked almost a
good eight inches long now, and as she ran her thumb and forefinger
over its slippery length, measuring it, she couldn’t keep back a
yearning sigh at its wonderful feel.

“I’ll bet you understand a woman, don’t you darling,” she murmured
softly. “You’ve got a marvelous cock there. Any woman would be proud
and happy to have a penis like that on her husband.”

Wolf whimpered as if in understanding. He wasn’t quite sure what she
was saying, but the silken tone of her voice and the way her fingers
were stroking his aching cock were driving him insane.

“Do most women like you to … to fuck them with that, precious?” And
she pronounced the lewd word seductively with her tongue, glorying in
the wicked sound of it. Then she tickled his penis until some cum oozed
from the tip onto her fingers, and the urge to lick it was terrific.
“It’s — it’s like a club. Oh my God, what’s coming over me. You know,
don’t you, darling? You’ve wanted it all along, right? You’re a
devilish little seducer!”

Wolf seemed to laugh, and then suddenly his long pink tongue darted
forward to insert itself through her open lips. This time Georgia was
again taken completely by surprise, and in addition she was still
holding the dog’s massive member in her hand, and this made his kiss
doubly exciting.

Her pussy hair was becoming literally drenched with her honey-like
cuntal moisture as he thrust his enormous tongue backward into her
throat and began seemingly fucking her mouth with it. Lifting his
foreleg, he pawed at her nakedly heaving breasts, scratching at her
sensitive nipples until Georgia-could not keep back a heartfelt moan of
pure ecstasy.

Her cunt felt as if it were on fire. There was no way to escape. She
had to admit it to herself now — yes, she loved this exciting kiss!
And she would have fucked anything that walked in the door at that very
instant!

Chapter 4

“But, lover — where — oh, darling …” the aroused redhead gasped
incoherently, not knowing who, or what or where she was. All she knew
was that this powerfully demanding animal kiss was making her cunt
literally churn with lust. Her hotly quivering thighs felt as if they
were disintegrating, while the moisture of her passion trickled by the
seeming cupful from her wildly tingling walls and trembling cunt lips
to soak into her already thickly soaked red pubic hair.

Her hands seemed to be moving helplessly, wonderingly all over the
German shepherd’s magnificent furry body as he stood there so
motionlessly in the bath. Her tremulous breasts felt swollen to
bursting and as if they were being caressed by hundreds of tiny hands.
She sucked lingeringly on his long fluid tongue, all the time repeating
to herself over and over again: no one will ever know, no one will ever
know . . .

Her fingers reached down in the water to release the plug and send the
water rushing down the drain. Her loins were so inflamed that she
didn’t see how she could wait a single instant longer without going out
of her mind. Especially now that Wolf was somewhat spruced up and
smelled so fresh and clean. She hoped and supposed that it wouldn’t
take much to get him to lap at her cunt again. Maybe that would relieve
some of the terrible, maddening itch in her loins … oh God, what on
earth was she thinking? But no, no, it was true. She would let him if
he tried again. She just had to have some relief!

Georgia was amazed and alarmed as the bath water ran out to discover
just how masterfully hung her furry visitor was. It was one thing to be
caressing his penis with her hands when it was partly concealed by all
that lather and soapy water, but quite another to be seeing it without
anything to obscure its powerful size.

For the moment she felt just the slightest fear — a fear of the sort
natural to a virginal girl who is not quite sure that her snug, tender
young insides are adequate to the task of receiving a full-sized, lust-
engorged penis. She wanted to laugh out loud. At her age, to be as
apprehensive as a young bride! Imagine!

Her hands reached for the panting German shepherd and helped him to
clamber over the edge of the bath, then watched him wildly spray water
all over the bathroom as he shook himself in the center of the rug. She
wasn’t quite sure what she wanted of him, or what he wanted of her, or
what they wanted of each other, but whatever it was, now was the time
for it.

“Hurry, lover,” she whispered, blowing warmly into one of his pointed
ears until Wolf quivered with hot delight. “Hurry. Come with mama into
the bedroom. Let’s see what we can do. You’ve got to help me, Wolf,
before I go crazy.” Her hands brushed fondly up and down along his
sleek wet back, growing more urgent and excited by the minute. She had
to get him to lick her cunt if it was the last thing she ever did! No
one would ever know … and she needed it so badly.

“Hurry, darling!” she moaned, moving swiftly to the door of her
bedroom. Now that her mind was made up and she was spinning hopelessly
over the edge of obscene and illicit desire, she was in no mood to wait
a single second longer. She had fought mightily with all her willpower
to resist this forbidden thing, whatever it was, but it was no use. She
had her needs and they were driving her mad, and felt totally willing
to give in now that she had adequately rationalized away her depravity.
She decided that her sanity was at stake, and consequently almost any
debauchery was justified in her mind. She had to save her mental health
in order to continue to serve Howard and Karen. Where would her pretty
platinum-haired young daughter be without her? And it was, after all,
completely her husband’s fault, that wretch, for the fact that Georgia
was now in such a state of frenzy. If not for him, this entire business
would have never had a chance to get started.

“In here, quickly.”

The full-bodied young mother held the bedroom door open for Wolf, then
closed it tightly behind him. The big dog bounded over to the bed and
then leaped up on top of it, and Georgia found herself thrilling as she
watched his powerful form moving about so god-like and forceful. Wolf
was a law unto himself. He knew nothing about making a living or
providing for her, or about real estate or anything else. He was just a
marvelous animal who had been born for this moment and none other.

She didn’t hesitate a minute, but moved quickly across the floor, her
cheeks flushed with both excitement and anxiety. What on earth was she
doing? Would she be able to look at herself in the mirror tomorrow? Oh
God, did it even matter?

“Move over,” she commanded, and he did so as she lay down on one side
of the big double bed. Then she raised up her knee and slowly inched
her voluptuously proportioned body over toward the center of the bed.
Wolf leaped joyously out of the way, clambering over her legs while she
got herself into position.

At last! At last she was ready. This was action he could understand!

By now Georgia’s long milk-white legs were completely spread open in
the center of the bed, and she allowed herself a luxury she hadn’t
partaken of in years, pressing two of her fingers in between her
steaming wet cuntal lips and driving them deep inside her churning
vagina until a stifled groan of desire broke from her lips that was
like the sound of a great amen.

That was it, she thought dreamily as she gently pistoned her fingers in
and out of her seeping cunt. This was what she had been waiting for.
This was what all her unrequited passion had been building up to all
these weeks.

She tried to reach for him as she finger-fucked her hungering loins in
a frenzy of satisfying lust. Why had she denied herself for so long?
She couldn’t remember now, and anyway it didn’t matter.

“Wolf, please … help me … do what you did before … please …”

But the handsome and dashing dog merely looked down at her with a
superior air, appearing to be waiting for something. What was it? What
more did he need?

“Lick me,” she blurted out blatantly, surrendering. “Lick my cunt!”

The big German shepherd appeared to laugh, and then his head inclined
and he moved forward between her scissored-open legs. With a single
long, swiping movement, his snout went down and forward, and then his
tongue was snaking out lizard-like and whipping through the moist wet
furrow of her vulnerably spread vagina, ripping her soul to shreds.

“Aarrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned, her beautiful red-tressed head
flailing backwards, her pelvic region thrusting upward to meet his
ardent tongue. She had done it now, debased herself — and it was
wonderful! There was no turning back. And in a sense she must have
realized that from the first moment she felt her belly trembling when
she gazed down into the dark limpid pools of his hot and sexy brown
eyes. The rest had been courtship. She knew now that she wanted this
thing — this marvelous thing — no matter how obscene or illicit it
was. Indeed, the very forbiddenness of their situation added a measure
of excitement that was exotic in the extreme. As the big dog’s tongue
lapped through her warmly seeping pussy slit, her glistening cuntal
lips clung to it like a woman clutching at her lover. The rough texture
of his tongue served to magnetically bind her tender cuntal folds to
it.

And then Wolf did something that was so fiercely exciting and
intoxicating it fairly took her breath away. For all of a sudden that
fearful furry seducer drove his cold wet snout right up into her
steaming pussy flesh, wedging it in as deeply as he could. Then when
he’d done that he began punctuating his snout in and out of her
convulsing cunt with a savagely swift, staccato-like movement.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Wolf! What are you doing!” she screamed as he punched his
snout in and out between her legs with machine-gun like thrusts. This
was wild, crazy. He left her with no room to alter, cajole or implore.
This was just the most furious, wonderful rape of her loins she’d ever
encountered. The mind-drugging, soul-dredging tattoo of his snout
banging back and forth against her vulnerable and open vagina sent her
half way towards her orgasm before she knew what hit her.

Georgia had never had any experience like this before. Usually Howard
made love to her very affectionately before he even considered putting
his thick, blood-swollen cock into her cunt. But this brutish animal
was actually raping her with his nose! And she was loving every minute
of it!

Frantic with desire, she gripped his ears wildly and tried to drag his
face all the way up inside her. And all the while she was moaning as if
she were delirious with fever.

“Oh! OH! DAAAAAAAARLING!” she crooned, her head flailing from side to
side and her long red hair flying madly around the pillow. This was
totally the most mind-splitting experience she’d ever had. His snout
was pumping in and out of her loins like an oil drill, making her lust
spiral higher and higher with each lewd bestial thrust. She could feel
the bristly tough hairs all around his handsome jaws whisking in and
out of her cunt as if they would rip her to pieces. But the pain didn’t
matter; nothing did. There was only this wonderful feeling in her loins
which had turned her body to jelly. Only that mattered and nothing
else.

Georgia knew she was acting like a depraved whore, with her pelvis
gyrating obscenely all over the stray dog’s crazily raping snout, but
she didn’t care. “Yesssssssss,” she hissed over and over, not even
conscious of what she was saying. The passion-drugged redhead squirmed
and twisted voluptuously on the bed and thrashed her body all over her
lover-dog’s face like a woman gone mad, heaving her firmly mounded
breasts up and back with primeval desire. The needs of her flesh had
taken complete control, shoving all other considerations far into the
background.

The eager German shepherd whimpered with growing need, feeling his new
mistress responding beneath him. Occasionally when she glanced
downwards she could glimpse his thickening red penis slipping ever so
slightly more from its well-concealing sheath, the tiniest drop of
milk-white sperm glistening in its red beveled tip.

A savage shudder of pure desire rippled through Georgia’s hopelessly
turned on flesh. She was almost there now, and the sight of her furry
lover’s enormous penis forced her still higher. The sheer eroticism of
her mad situation made her feel giddy to the point of weightlessness.
Here she way, lying on her own bed in her own bedroom, being ruthlessly
fucked by a dog! But it didn’t matter! The terrible, frustrating tingle
in her loins was being swamped by other equally tormenting sensations.
And here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying her lewd
desires.

Her hotly seeping red-fringed pussy seemed to be carried away on a tide
of sensuality. “Wolf!” she panted breathlessly. “That’s it, darling!
Oh, darling!” But the sounds from her gasping throat came like a
choking gurgle, so that she herself couldn’t even identify the strange
sounds coming out of her mouth.

Her smoky, lust-glazed eyes peered down at her handsome canine lover
through a veil of lewd and lascivious yearning. Then her eyes glazed as
wave after wave of unbearable pleasure inundated her pleasure-starved
loins. A spot of licentious saliva appeared on her burning crimson
lips. Every move of the muscular animal waxing so hungrily between her
shivering legs made her thighs feel like water. All of her flesh seemed
to have disintegrated with weakness and the sheer force of her passion.
There was a raging conflagration within her hair-fringed cunt that
dominated her soul totally and without mercy. Frenetic sensations of
pure desire seemed to be ripping her apart.

“Darling … oh good … that’s it … love mama … oh darling …”
She trembled thrillingly beneath his lavish nasal fucking. Her vagina
was so moist and flowing with passion she was afraid she might faint
from sheer joy.

And then he went back to licking her again. Georgia uttered a mindless
little cry of pure heaven as her canine darling’s long, thick tongue
suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip as it searingly splayed
open the fervid, sensitive lips of her lasciviously waiting cunt. And
then before she could get her head back on straight, Wolf had laved his
way all the way down to the very mouth of her lust-inflamed vagina,
separating wetly the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching
heat upward and in between the swollen lips, and then finishing with an
agonizingly electrifying twist at the delicate little bud of her
already hotly vibrating clitoris!

Georgia gurgled like a baby, out of her mind with ecstasy.
“Aaaarrrrgggggmur fffgggghhhh …” This was unlike any other feeling in
the world. She wanted to burn up in it! Pressing her fingers into his
soft furry crown, she goaded him on as his lewdly lapping tongue
assaulted her most secretive inner recesses. Again and again the
handsome brute repeated his burning lingual caress, dragging gasps of
pure lasciviousness from the sex-intoxicated housewife. His obscenely
stroking tongue splayed through the widespread crevice of her shivering
white thighs, singeing her exposed and vulnerable loins which were
humping so lewdly up into his face, her soft, sparse-curled pubic mound
seething with primitive sexual debauchery.

By now Wolf’s erotic lapping of her blazing vagina had left Georgia no
better than a gibbering, whimpering idiot, wild to feel every last
stroke of that long artful tongue of his, crazy-mad to know every last
thrilling, mind-bending sensation that flowed from its electrified tip.
Wolf’s furry head was pursuing her pussy with an adoration she had
never known from her own husband.

As for the German shepherd he was going wild with desire himself. His
enormous cock, red and angry-looking, was now fully exposed and bobbing
gently with lewd intent. And if he hadn’t been well trained by someone
long gone to work his mistresses up to fever pitch, he would have done
as he wished and sunk the entire bone-hard rod of his cock deep into
her, right to the hilt.

But he knew from vast experience what to do, and he did it ruttishly,
his long wet tongue slavering through her red-curling pussy hair, then
up in scroll-form through her eagerly responding cuntal flesh to flick
artfully at her ecstasy-drenched clitoris as Georgia’s cream-white
thighs shivered with longing.

The lustful scent of her loins made the dog’s sensitive nostrils flare,
and he lapped at her loins with increasing urgency, drawing up all of
the tender hair-fringed folds and then letting them slap back again
like liquid rubber. The moist pink flanges quivered with expectancy,
tremulous with desire for him, as the German shepherd’s heart beat
frantically and his penis felt as if it were bursting.

“You darling …” she hissed mindlessly, lost in a lust-drugged fit.
“That’s it, lap my cunt … oh … oh … you darling … that’s it
…” She murmured endearments through passion-clenched teeth, her
slender white neck straining, her hips pumping upward into his face,
and her long legs thrashing. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her
beautiful head lolled from side to side on the pillow, rolling all of
her long red hair back and forth over her milky smooth shoulders. A
tiny blue vein throbbed ardently in her temple as all of her mature
lust-ridden body gave itself over to pure sensuality. The sheer
exquisite joy of having her loins ransacked by this handsome animal was
incomparable.

“Darling! Oooohhhhhh … love me to death! Lick me … oh God I’m dying
… God . . . don’t stop … oh … oh … oh … Georgia will cum in a
minute lover … don’t stop … faster … faster … lick … oh God
… you’re … ohhhhhhooooohhhhhh … BABEEEEEEE!”

All the nerve-endings in her sex-taut body seemed to be shrieking out
for completion … but only … only the most wonderful blinding orgasm
would … oooh … oh … ohhhhh …

Georgia had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation
which had made such a furnace of her belly. The fluid cuntal channel
between her legs had become a raging river at floodtide. The full,
sensually swollen mounds of her breasts felt as if they were bursting
with milk. Each time he lapped through her hair-fringed pussy slit, her
belly convulsed with new lust.

Her groans deepened with each long, drawn-out lap of her cunt, mingling
with the lewd liquid noises of his tongue between her legs, and filling
the bedroom in a crescendo of carnal release. With one elbow, the
wildly groaning redhead raised herself up to momentarily watch her
animal-lover, then fell backward again with a happy sigh. Her feverish
brain had become a blank to everything except his tongue, and her
breathing now came in ragged, sharply punctuated gasps. She was trapped
by an obscene emotion that had no name. Then there was a swift,
whooshing intake of her breath, as Wolf’s irresistibly searching tongue
splurged out between her widely spread buttocks to worm its way up
between her tingling ass-cheeks to her snug little anal mouth, where it
lewdly burrowed in as deep as it could!

The voluptuously proportioned redhead was wracked with agony as she
twisted and turned on the double bed, her molten hot breasts heaving
sensuously from side to side. Blissfully the dog’s tongue continued
splaying open the hotly welcoming flesh — then lunging in a maddening
invading curl all the way up into the primitively clutching heat of her
craving vagina!

‘Aaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Georgia moaned with anguish, a moan that seemed not to have any ending.
Her entire vaginal region spasmed with burning energy like an exploding
sun, and opening her sex-drugged eyes to feed lustfully on the obscene
spectacle of Wolf’s tongue lapping so madly between her shivering white
thighs only served to increase the maddening quiver of her belly. She
groaned giddily, everything inside her struggling for the climax that
was just out of reach. Her hotly smoldering flesh seemed to be burning
up in its own juices with each maddening lick and flick of the strange
German shepherd’s well-trained tongue!

Wolf licked deliriously, whining the whole time, his tongue lashing her
naked flesh like a whip, penetrating deeply through the warm, moist
hair-fringed folds between her obscenely bucking thighs. He slavered
thirstily in her ever-flowing cuntal secretions, adoring her melodious
sighs and moans and groans as they broke about his head in a tidal wave
of encouragement. And yet his ruttish instincts clamored for still
more! Consequently he abruptly discontinued his lapping of her steaming
loins and backed away from her on his hairy haunches. Georgia wailed
with anguish, gasped and drew herself up on her elbows, her long red
hair trailing out in back of her on the pillows, her eyes humid and
smoky with lust. Her abandoned pussy folds clutched hungrily after the
swiftly departing tongue, but it was no use. He was gone.

“Wolf! Darling, what have I done? Where are you going? Please don’t
stop!”

But the big German shepherd didn’t appear to be listening to the lust-
fired young housewife’s ardent love words. His eyes blazing with animal
desire, he continued backing away on the bed … until she saw it! His
huge, upraised red animal penis, completely exposed and glistening
lewdly in its blood-filled rigidity!

Chapter 5

Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, Georgia gaped at the
gleaming red penis that had emerged from its long fury cocoon beneath
the big dog’s belly, thick and wet, it’s tapered end swaying
tantalizingly as it left the protective sheath in an ever expanding
length of hardness.

It was bigger than Howard’s! Georgia panted wordlessly, her eyes glazed
over as she confronted this marvelously formed canine cock sliding with
such agonizing slowness from its soft brown sleeve. Her mouth flooded
with saliva. She had never been so turned on in her life and ready to
explode! She was thrilled beyond all measure that it was her beauty
which had aroused this powerful good-looking animal to such a fever
pitch of lascivious illicit desire that transcended all bounds of known
propriety.

She realized it now — he wanted to get between her legs and fuck her,
just as she had been secretly afraid all along. And why shouldn’t he
want to? Wasn’t she beautiful? Could only a man appreciate a woman’s
body? And hadn’t Wolf proved that he knew all the little feelings and
nuances required of an ardent lover? Hadn’t he proven his adoration? So
why shouldn’t he fuck her, ram his thickly bloated animal-cock high up
into her slippery passion-drenched cunt?

But some residue of morality was still present in the inexperienced
wife’s mind, and suddenly she managed to protest in an agonized voice,
“Oh my darling, we mustn’t … it’s wrong … forbidden … no matter
how much we want each other … oh God, I do love you … oh never …
not this … darling … we mustn’t … ohhhhh …”

But even as she stammered out all this awkward denial, she couldn’t
keep her lust glazed eyes off his still expanding and lengthening
animal cock. “Ooooooooh,” she squealed, hopelessly thrilled and in the
grip of a passion so obscene it was unnamable. “Yes, I love you … you
know I do … but how can we, lover darling … how can we … oh God,
we have to! I can’t stand it — I’ve got to cum!”

And with this, all last remnants of puritan morality and restraint
fled, and Georgia uttered a sharp, piteous cry of anguished desire. If
only he had made her climax with his tongue, perhaps she wouldn’t be so
vulnerable. But it was too late now to ponder the imponderable; she was
hooked. A mere slave of the flesh to his ardent canine whims, as she
scrambled for the pillows, stacking them high under her buttocks and
hips so that soon her open pelvis was raised high into the air as if on
a dais for a temple goddess, and she rested back on her shoulders with
her glossy red hair spread out like a fan around her head.

This position forced the burning hot flanges of her cunt to open up in
an oval like a mouth waiting to be tongue-kissed. Beyond those open and
vulnerable portals Wolf could see all of her urgently waiting wetness,
waiting for the plunge of his lust-stiffened member. The redheaded
housewife’s eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and then she pulled her
knees back again until they pressed into her erotically tingling
breasts, revealing still further the lewdly raised mound of her flaming
pussy, glistening with molten desire where it lay nakedly spread open
before him.

Georgia raised her beautiful head to look down between her rising and
falling breasts and open legs at her handsome canine lover, who waited
patiently with his massive shining red cock bobbing with the
instinctual heartbeat of his lust. Beyond that lay his heavy, sperm-
laden testicles that wanted to spurt deeply up inside her waiting
belly. “Yes, Wolf,” she croaked shamelessly. “Fuck me now! I’m ready,
darling!” She reached between her legs and lewdly stroked her middle
finger through her greedily throbbing pussy with a savage erotic
gesture. “Get in it, baby darling! Hurry, lover!”

Wolf wanted to, but he had been waiting for her to turn over. He had
been trained to fuck women from behind, his paws clutching their soft
fleshy curves as they trembled excitedly under him. He was not familiar
with this new position. But his beautiful mistress was obviously ready
and eager for him, and his own heart was also beating with a sex-crazed
animal heat. Perhaps it was all right this new way!

Wolf whined as he moved hesitantly toward her on the bed. And then he
was mounting easily between Georgia’s widespread legs, his canine head
panting hungrily above hers, as his huge jerking penis swung in toward
the steaming heat of her open pussy lips … and finally brushed
against it!

“Ooooohhh … oh darling … put … put in in … yes, hurry before I
do go out of my mind …” Georgia closed her eyes tightly as if to shut
out the terrible waves of obscene guilt that were flooding her nakedly
quivering flesh. But then her arms were snaking up around his furry
muscular body and she was hugging him close, her softly moistened lips
kissing all over his hairy snout, her tongue stroking obscenely across
his. And as he answered her with his own licking of her passion-twisted
features, she reached down beneath him and her cool slender fingers
gently gripped his slippery hot animal-penis, parting her soft red
pubic hair with its thick beveled tip, and bringing it warmly into the
pulsating opening of her surrendering vagina.

“Oh, in me …” she sighed huskily, fraught with passion, “ooohhhhh …
darling! I need it so bad! Fuck me with it. Hurreeee! Oh, just the
tip’s inside me now, darling. Fuck it all into your hungry mistress’s
cunt. Hurry! My wonderful, wonderful Wolf!”

The convulsively gasping redhead gripped the dog’s swollen cock with a
hunger born of her passion. It felt as hot and hard as a rigid iron bar
and yet soft and wet at the same time. And suddenly Wolf lurched
forward as if an cue. For moments he had felt her moistly clutching
cuntal lips kissing his cock, nibbling at the fiery red tip like
something possessed, and now he could take no more. He fucked forward
with a primitive, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing
animal lust.

“Uuugggghhhh!” Georgia barked as the huge dog drove his cock deep
inside her. At last! Her loins and brain were boiling like a witches’
cauldron. His penis rammed up so high into her belly she was afraid it
would come out her throat!

Wolf was squatting partially on his haunches between his mistress’s
wide-splayed white thighs humping forward again and again to bury
himself to the hilt in her hotly streaming cunt. Each time he thrust,
his sperm-bloated testicles came swinging forward, thumping with an
obscene moist smack into the smooth, widely split crevice of her
buttocks. And then he began pumping into her with the staccato speed of
a machine gunner on an open trigger.

“Urgggghhhhhaaarrrgggllllldaaaaaarling!” she gurgled ecstatically
reeling with pleasure beneath the stray dog’s furious fucking. She felt
as if she were already cumming, and her throaty cries became one long,
endless moan of mindless delight as he pistoned relentlessly up between
her legs. For Georgia there was only Wolf’s deadly earnest reaming of
her tender vagina, and nothing else. Her passion-dilated cuntal passage
flowered open like a rose in the hot summer sun. She would not have
denied him anything now. She was totally enslaved and vulnerable, a
helplessly groaning mass of aroused female flesh, living for this
excruciating thrill — this electric feeling of being fucked half-to-
death by this powerful German shepherd.

This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to
wallow in it. He was an animal on all fours, fucking her without
tenderness or patience, but she didn’t care. His lightning thrusts were
so mind-bending it made her teeth chatter and her head spin. She
squirmed and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating animal-
cock which was despoiling her sacred redheaded beauty, feeling the
entire blood-swollen length of it as it sluiced wetly in and out of her
flaming hot cunt.

Getting her breath momentarily, Georgia looked down between their
lewdly entwined bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red dog-
penis pistoning rhythmically in and out of her soft, curl-fringed
vaginal mouth, which clung to it lasciviously. Her brain seemed to
dissolve further with each maddening, breath-taking plunge, and she
reeled in the blinding light of taboo animalism. Kicking out her legs,
she wrapped them snugly up around the furry muscles of his powerful
back, and then began undulating her pelvis with a wild salacious
grinding motion, meeting his powerful strokes with lewd ecstatic
abandon and wanton frenzy.

Like one possessed, the naked redhead humped her hotly working loins up
at her German shepherd lover, sliding forward onto his continuously
skewering penis as it plunged deeper and deeper into the tortured
confines of her round little belly. The dog’s furry stomach and loins
battered mercilessly against her milk-white flesh, thudding
resoundingly into her lewdly spread cuntal flesh, his enormous blood-
engorged penis sinking far up into the hot fluid inferno of her wildly
clasping vaginal channel.

Almost unconscious of her actions, Georgia rotated her buttocks and
hips furiously beneath him with shameless mewls of pure happiness,
spiraling her cunt hungrily up and down around the punishing length of
Wolf’s instinct-driven cock, a blissful cry of anguished joy breaking
from her parted lips.

And then she thought her head was going to explode right off her
shoulders as she sensed her longed-for orgasm coming hurtling towards
her. Its advance signals splayed through her erotically seething loins
like the prickling of a million tiny needles, torturing the pit of her
sensuously shivering belly with the obscene promise of the most
shattering climax she’d ever known!

She seemed to be whining endlessly now, straining and yearning on the
very edge of the steep gorge of her approaching climax, only to feel it
recede from her yet once again, tantalizingly.

“Oh, come on, boy! That’s it, you wonderful dear — oh! OH! Fuck
meeeeeee! OH!” Her voice cracked with passion as she slavered
ecstatically all over his panting canine face, smothering it with
burning moist kisses. Her loins felt as if they were going to explode
into millions of individual molecules.

Above her, Wolf’s hotly chugging animal heart raged out of control,
hugging and puffing with love for his new redheaded mistress whose long
soft legs were wound so snugly around his swiftly moving back as were
her arms, now, so passionately around his neck. She pleaded with him,
begged and cajoled as she kissed him feverishly, at the same time
thrusting her hugging vaginal walls up onto his aching rod of flesh as
it drove faster and faster in and out between her thighs. The burning
heat of her loins was like a balm to his savagely pumping cock, urging
him madly higher.

“Darling … oh … lick my darling … lick my wonderful tongue …
darling … kiss me … oh … oh … oh …,” she begged, out of her
mind with lust, her face almost unrecognizably contorted. She opened
her mouth to gasp out something else, and just then the dog’s long,
thick wet tongue thrust into the furnace of her mouth, brushing along
her tongue as it moved to the very back of her throat. And she sucked
it wildly, unbridled bestial passion making her a creature devoid of
all reason. Her toes turned under and everything in her flesh seemed to
scream orgiastically. With the German shepherd’s tongue in her mouth it
was as if he was fucking her there as well as in her madly churning
cunt below. Sob after desperate sob burst from her ovalled lips …
this was it … it … there … and then … then … her first spasm
of flesh-twisting, mind-thrashing orgasm hit her!

Georgia whined like a mad woman and tried to fight him off, her pelvis
thrashing with uncontrollable sensual bliss. Her loins seemed to
convulse in mid-air, twisting and squirming with excruciating joy, her
vaginal passage undulating and hugging ecstatically over his swiftly
moving dog-cock.

Wolf responded by fucking her yet harder, and then he too was climaxing
– spurting out his hotly scalding animal sperm into the depths of her
writhing white belly.

The dog’s tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and he began
yelping for joy as she flailed her head from side to side, her face
twisted with obscene passion. The brightest flash of erotic happiness
Georgia had ever known blew off inside her like bursting cannon shot,
burning every last nerve ending in her insanely shuddering body to a
frazzle. The lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickled warmly
back out of her rippling womb around Wolf’s still speeding cock,
flowing down the insides of her bow-string taut thighs as she milked
her furry lover’s penis of every last delicious drop of climactic
fluid.

Georgia groaned lustfully, her head thick with happiness. She moaned
and sighed softly, her eyes hot and veiled with passion, her legs
jerking convulsively as the last throes of her orgasm rippled through
her naked loins. Then her legs fell weakly apart on the bed on either
side of his relaxing hairy flanks. Affection and a hopeless sense of
exchanged wonder flooded her formerly frustrated flesh from the tips of
her toes to the very ends of her long, lustrous red hair.

If this was depraved, it was the most wonderful depravity in the world,
she thought. She was never going to let Wolf go. Shame didn’t even
enter into it. She couldn’t remember when she had ever felt so relaxed.
This was the most marvelous tranquilizer in the world. Why had the
world withheld it from her for so long? When your body has a need, you
don’t deny that need on the grounds of social taboos, and sex was like
a food — you had to have it in order to survive. And this dog-woman
sex was the most wonderful thing in the world. She was never going to
deny it to herself again for as long as she lived.

Wolf’s cum-drained member slipped wetly from her semen-flooded vaginal
mouth with a loud lewd sucking noise. She looked down affectionately,
her eyes full of stars, at his glistening deflating cock, heavy with
the moisture of both their orgiastic secretions, sliding slowly from
the red curl-fringed folds her exhausted but joyously satiated cunt,
the lips of which seemed to be clinging after his softened member as if
they never wanted to let go.

A happy warm glow suffused her body, and everything within her seemed
flooded with pure liquid happiness. She got up on her elbows and took
the German shepherd’s handsome face in her hands.

“I’m sorry I fought you, my darling. Can you forgive me?”

He licked at her face in reply, and then at the undersides of her full,
heavy breasts. Georgia giggled and felt as silly as a schoolgirl.

Somehow it seemed as if she had never really been in love before.

Chapter 6

Several blocks away, however, on Central Skeet, Karen Rogers was
totally unaware of the obscene events taking place in her own house.
She was trudging home dejectedly deep in her own thoughts, totally
awkward and at sea. What was her mother going to say when she showed up
so early from school? And how could she explain it?

You see, mom, I got kicked out of school because Mrs. Brewster caught
me masturbating in the girls’ toilet.

No, she couldn’t possibly say anything like that. But what would she
say in excuse when her strait-laced mother was called to school and
this embarrassing intelligence was offered to her? The young blonde
teenager felt locked in a box from which there was no escape, and which
seemed to be getting smaller by the second. She could think of no
answers — there were only questions, building up without pause in
overwhelming progression. Her life had suddenly become very complex
indeed.

If only Mrs. Brewster hadn’t caught her in the girls’ room with two
fingers slicing obscenely in and out of her hotly sucking little cunt.
If only Johnny Magnus hadn’t kissed her before class.

She could blame it on Johnny to some extent, she realized, and that
even made her feel a little better. Because if he hadn’t grabbed her in
back of the coal chute that morning, and pressed her mouth open wide in
a long, lingering kiss, with his tongue thrust between her teeth and
lapping hungrily at her own tongue, her belly wouldn’t have exploded
like that. Oh God, the way he kissed her, rubbing his hand on her
sensitively budding young breasts and grinding his loins hard up
against her swollen pussy mound. Oh God, if that hadn’t happened, then
she wouldn’t have had to go to the washroom and finger-fuck herself!

Of course, part of it had begun that morning. The little situation
between her father and herself, when he had pressed his thigh tight
into her loins, had turned her right on! And she hadn’t been able to
get her mind off the big stiff member she had felt bulging against her
leg as they clinched. She just bet that he blew mother’s head off with
that, and she had been jealous at the thought as well as excited by the
feel.

So that really Johnny Magnus’ obscene French kiss had just been the
finishing blow. She had almost strangled on his tongue, but she had
left him huffily with her loins simply awash with excitement and her
cuntal lips itching desperately. Consequently for almost all morning
she was excusing herself to go to the toilet, and claiming that she
didn’t feel too well, in order to justify this.

Then the minute she had closed the door to her little cubicle, she sat
down on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide and wormed her fingers
down into the snug elastic strip of her panties to get at her wildly
seeping pussy lips. After rubbing her middle finger in and out of her
desire-engorged cunt, making a sluicing sucking noise that seemed to
fill the bathroom. She then inserted a second finger and spent several
more lewd minutes driving them both in and out between her trembling
legs, thinking of everything sexy that she could — her father, Johnny,
and even that German shepherd her mother had set out a plate of food
for that morning. After calming herself down, she returned to class.

But Mrs. Brewster must have become somewhat suspicious at all her hasty
exits that morning, because the last time Karen left the room,
apparently she was followed. And just as the unsuspecting young girl
settled down into a perfectly dreamy rhythm of slicing three fingers up
and down and in and out of her burning vagina and was almost on the
verge of a beautiful fulfilling orgasm, the door to the cubicle had
been jerked open, and there was Mrs. Brewster, a look of pure rage on
her ordinarily placid features.

“So! Young lady!” the mortified matron had exclaimed. “This is how you
look after yourself, you filthy minded creature! I might have suspected
as much. And here I was coming to ask if you felt sick enough to go to
the school nurse! Of all the …”

“Mrs. Brewster, I can explain –”

“No explanations are necessary! You will bend over at once and present
your bare bottom to my belt, young lady! And be quick!”

“But Mrs. Brewster –” Smack! Her teacher had given her such a slap in
the face that the pretty platinum-haired teenager had hustled to comply
with her imperious directive, quickly slipping her white nylon panties
down around her knees and spreading her legs so that she was bent over
slightly with her hands planted flat against the wall over the toilet.

“Mrs. Brewster …” she had tried to protest again, but to no avail.

The enraged teacher’s voice was harsh and firm and dominating! “You
have misbehaved by masturbating here with your fingers deep in your
cunt, Karen … and there is absolutely no excuse for you. A nice lady
keeps her fingers where they should be, and to teach you that, I’m
going to beat the devil out of you!”

As she spoke, Mrs. Brewster undid the thin black patent belt of her
dress and buckled it up into a wicked-looking loop. Then she began
slapping lightly at her bare pink bottom with the shiny side of the
black leather belt.

But it hadn’t hurt as much as Karen had expected and indeed after
awhile it seemed merely a feather stroke — but a feather which was
suffusing a deep warmth of enervating desire throughout her sensitive
young loins with each small slap.

At first she couldn’t actually believe it was happening, but it was
true. For as Mrs. Brewster “spanked” her, her cuntal region began to
feel more aroused rather than less, until finally she was squirming
with desire and fairly gurgling with happiness, her moist cuntal furrow
becoming all drippy and trickling thick white moisture down her
shivering long pale legs.

“You will be good, you little wanton heathen! You will be good! Say
it!”

“Oh yes, I’ll be good, Mrs. Brewster! Please let me up! I won’t do it
again!”

“You’d better not, or I’ll whip that smooth little bottom of yours, do
you understand?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Brewster! I understand! Only let me go! Please!”

And with that, the “punishment” suddenly ceased. Her teacher walked up
behind her, threading her fingers into her thirteen year old charge’s
silky bright hair and fingering it as if it were money. Then Karen felt
the older woman’s hand smooth down over her harshly stinging buttocks,
almost obscenely patting and manipulating her smooth young flesh.

“Is that better, dear?” the teacher asked cooingly into Karen’s small,
shell-like ear, her breath making the girl shiver.

“Yes — yes, Mrs. Brewster, I’ll be all right now.” And then she had
struggled to her feet and managed to get her thin white panties on as
Mrs. Brewster’s hands continued to wander all over her quivering young
hyper-sexed body.

“You know, you’ll have to bring your mother to school, dear.”

“Yes, I know.”

Why had Mrs. Brewster kept touching her so knowledgeably and so boldly
all over, Karen wondered. But she supposed that was just her way of
comforting. Finally the mortified teenager broke from the little
cubicle and ran sobbing from the girls’ room, pausing only at her
locker to pick up her coat and purse. Then she’d left the school
building as fast as her legs would carry her, with Mrs. Brewster’s
voice still ringing in her ears, “Wait, Karen!”

She had been too ashamed to look back, and now here she was, walking
down Central Street on her sorrowful way home.

She paused briefly to feed the pigeons in Wilmette Park, but she really
couldn’t think of much to do to further delay her arrival home. Maybe
she should go home and take a nap, anyway. She would masturbate in her
own bed much better, anyway.

“Hello little girl.”

Karen looked around. There was a little old man seated at the bench
next to hers in the park. Not only was he old, but he was very dirty
looking. A classic dirty old man, in fact. With short grizzled white
whiskers, rather beady