AUTHOR	Unknown
DATE ADDED	1st December 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	Mf, Mg, F/g, pedo, inc, beast

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 silkily 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 smoky 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 he 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,
unkempt 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 sticky 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 forbiddance of their situation added a measure of
excitement that as 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 ofher 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 oul 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. "Aaaarrrrggggmurfffggghhhh." 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... 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 hypersexed 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 blue eyes
staring at her, and just a trace of spittle on
his ancient lips. He was rather bent over, too, as if he
needed good month in traction to straighten
him out. In fact, bent over like this he looked even shorter
than she was.
"Hello," she said mildly, wondering why he had
spoken to her. Surely he couldn't smell
her perfume from all the way over there. Maybe he was just
lonely. It couldn't hurt to talk to him.
When she said hello in response to his greeting he
immediately shifted from his bench to
hers. Now he crossed his legs and looked around, just a foot
or so separating them on the park
bench. Why did he keep looking at her like that?
"Like some nice candy, little girl?" he asked,
rattling a little white bag at her.
"Sure," she said, letting him pour a handful of the
white-wrappered candies into her hand,
and thinking at the same time of the many warnings her
mother had given her about talking to
strangers. Surely, though, this guy was just being nice. She
sat back against the back of the bench
with the breeze blowing her fine platinum hair around her
shoulders and her mini-skirt up over her
well-formed thighs until the upside-down peak of her
panties were showing where it covered her
still throbbing pussy mound. Hurriedly Karen pushed her
skirt down again, and then began
unwrapping one of the pieces of candy from its wax
wrapper. It turned out to be a sticky chewy
sort of stuff, and she wasn't too fond of it, but on the other
hand she wanted to be sociable.
"Y're out of school early, aincha?" the man said
after a bit, edging closer to her on the
warm wooden bench in the bright spring sunshine.
"Uh, yeah... uh, teacher's meeting," she
stammered. God, she certainly couldn't tell him the
real reason, could she!
Then suddenly the man slid the rest of the way
across the park bench toward her and
arched her shoulder with his bony arm.
"You're a nice little girl," he said, and Karen gave
a muffled little cry and struggled to get
away. But the man held her fast and spoke harshly in her
ear. "Hold still, little girl. I just want to
show you something I think you're going to like."
The old man cackled and Karen struggled even
harder, but in vain. Suddenly he zipped
down his pants and reached inside, pulling out the lengthy
wizened shaft of his semi-rigid penis,
and then reaching below it to drag out his almost shriveled
testicles as well.
"See that!" he whispered, completely exposed now.
"How do you like that!" And he
grabbed her flailing hand and pressed it tight around the
blood-swollen rod of his cock.
At first Karen was mystified. She had never heard
of men who exposed themselves to
young girls before. And my God, his penis felt thick and
hot and hard, pulsing under her reluctant
hand like a caged animal. But then after a few moments,
the young teenager began to realize the
potential danger of the situation she was in, and with a
sudden wild scream and a violent lurch,
she broke out of the man's temporarily relaxed grip. With
her purse never removed from her
shoulder, and her blonde hair flying, the frightened girl
went running from the park without even a
backward glance.
After that Karen must have walked for miles. The
day had become quite balmy, and she
went up Green Bay Road for a little bit trying to calm her
nerves and get her breath back, then
along the cobbles on Cockspur Street, and then later along
Dobcroft Road in the direction of
the lake.
Walking didn't seem to diminish her sadly banked
sexual smoldering, however, and
eventually she couldn't think of anything except how hot
and obscenely thick that man's penis had
been. Oh God, how good it would feel thrusting up between
her legs! All she could think about
was getting back to her house in a hurry and then finger-
fucking herself like crazy! Oh but cripes,
her mom would kill her for leaving school early, sure as
anything. What on earth could she do?
She closed her eyes and tried to control the
churning turmoil in her loins, but it was no use.
Merely pressing her thighs closely together was no help.
She needed some distraction.
Maybe she should go by to visit her Aunt Betty,
her father's older sister, who lived not far
from their house. Despite the fact that she was older than
Karen's mother by a good margin, it was
often Aunt Betty to whom Karen turned to confide in when
things were not going well. And Betty
was "hip" and wore bell-bottom trousers. She was very
youthful for her age, and was the sort of
modern person a young girl could talk to without feeling
put off by her age.
Not that she wasn't attractive. Aunt Betty had
long, light brown hair which she kept
streaked sexily down the center, and it was often rumored
that she took lovers during her frequent
trips to Miami, ostensibly business trips required by her job,
but really probably just to get away
from her fat unkempt business-man-husband .
Aunt Betty was understanding. She was modern.
Karen always felt instinctively as if she
could confide in her. No matter how old her Aunt Betty got,
she always understood young people.
Which was something she couldn't say for her own mother,
who often seemed to have stuffy, old-
fashioned ideas.
So Karen got up from her bench laboriously and
set off to see her swinging aunt. Aunt
Betty would show how to advise her about this terrible, all-
consuming sexual problem.

Chapter 7

Aunt Betty lived not far from their house in a
small new bungalow hedged around by tiny
shrubs. There was a long concrete path that led up to the
house from Green Bay Road and Karen
took it very slowly, measuring her steps.
But what would she say to her aunt? Look, I got
caught masturbating in the girls' toilet at
school? You know, playing with myself. That would sound
very foolish.
But on the other hand, if she couldn't come right
out with it, then how could she explain
her problem and ask for specific advice?
It was a real quandary.
So that eventually Karen found herself standing at
the door about to press the bell without
any more clear idea of what she wanted to say to her aunt
than she had had initially. But maybe a
glass of Coke would soothe all that and help to pass the
time while she got up her courage to go
home.
She pressed the front bell.
But there was no reply.
After waiting several minutes at the front door, the
pert platinum-tressed young thirteen
year old began to get more nervous than she had been to
start with. Perhaps she should go around
to the back door. Maybe her aunt hadn't heard her.
Karen came around the house to the back patio,
and was about to push the back door bell,
when she noticed that the kitchen door was ajar. That
certainly seemed curious, as Aunt Betty was
generally security-conscious. But Karen shrugged and
opened the door, stepping inside onto the
cool square tiles of her aunt's kitchen floor. Only to detect
giggling and muffled snickering
coming from the floor above!
Puzzled beyond measure by the unearthly
strangeness of the situation, the curious teenager
stepped into the hall. The strange sounds continued from
upstairs. Glancing towards the front
door, Karen saw a loose wire hanging from the transformer
above the door alarm, and a small,
hand-lettered cardboard sign leaning against the stair:
BELL OUT OF ORDER
There was every appearance that Aunt Betty had
been just about to put the sign up outside
when she was distracted by something. But what?
Cautiously, Karen made her way up the stairs, the
peculiar sounds above becoming more
prominent all the time, until she could make out distinct
words in all of it.
"Oh, Rex, oh God! Don't! You mustn't lick
mama's pussy, you naughty dog. It feels too
gooood!"
Karen's breath caught in her throat. What on earth
was going on up there? Rex? Rex was
the dog from next door, wasn't he? Had she heard right?
She could hardly believe her ears. Oh
God, what was Aunt Betty letting the dog do? Slowly,
almost fearfully, the anxious teenager
made her way up the stairs, her smoothly sheathed buttocks
wiggling nervously under the tight
mini-skirt.
"Oh, Rex! Oh, you naughty dog! You've got your
tongue stuck up all the way into mama's
-- urgggghh! Oh God! Rex, you're driving me crazy with
your tongue! Fuck me with it! Oh God!
Fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
Karen felt as if she had an orange stuck in her
larynx. Rex! Rex was fucking her Aunt
Betty with his tongue! This was ghastly! But this feeling
did not prevent Karen from moving
swiftly across the landing toward Aunt Betty's bedroom,
where she pushed her fingers against
the partially opened door and watched it slide open wider to
reveal the most incredibly lewd sight
she had ever seen in her life!
For there, on the big four-poster double bed in the
middle of her Aunt Betty's lavender
bedroom, was her beautiful blonde aunt lying stretched
back on the bed, her legs spread crab-like,
her full firm breasts quivering tantalizingly and the nipples
distended with her lust, as the next
door neighbor's German shepherd Rex lapped his long red
tongue over and back through her
shining wet pussy, drawing her moist dark pubic curls after
it with every obscene lick!
Karen gasped and fell back into the shadows
against the door hinges, her fingers moving
instinctively up under her skirt toward her pan ties, then
inside through the snug elastic waistband
to course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair.
One finger found the swollen lips of her
itching and burning young cunt, making a tiny, titillating
little circle all around their hypersensitive
outer edges. She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting lower
lip, and began to move her finger
around faster under her panties. This was altogether too
much. She thought she was going to go
out of her mind, unable to deny herself any longer. First,
that handsome German shepherd had
come to their door that morning, and there was her father's
hug and Johnny's kiss at school, and
then that obscene man in the park... and now her aunt was
deep in the throes of a sexual adventure
so lewd that Karen's tender young mind could scarcely
grasp it.
Everywhere she looked, she was getting turned on.
It seemed to be other people... and
dogs who were having the most fun, and her hot little cunt
couldn't stand the waiting any longer!
Had her mother kept that strange dog-visitor? Was he --
"Wolf" -- fucking her right this very
minute? How could she be sure? Today was a day wherein
nothing seemed to be sacred.
Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty blonde
teenager stuffed her middle finger up
through the pleasantly drenched confines of her slippery
vagina, working it around. Fierce
enervating waves of pleasure seemed to inundate her
virginal teenage flesh. Her loins felt as if
they were boiling over. It would not have been so difficult
to conceive of her worldly and
beautiful Aunt Betty mixed up with a human lover -- but
this!
Suddenly she saw her beautiful Aunt Betty pull her
knees all the way up so that they
touched her breasts. In this position the slender crevice
between her smooth milk-white buttocks
was rolled upward and presented in obscene sacrifice to
Rex's savagely licking tongue. Karen
watched wide-eyed from the doorway as the big animal's
gleaming tongue scrolled up to thrust
madly in and out of her aunt's hair-fringed cuntal furrow in
a lascivious imitation of intercourse,
then spiraled its way wetly downward to flick without
mercy at her aunt's wrinkled little anus.
Aunt Betty seemed to be choking on her own
moans as Rex's tongue pointed and
elongated, licking and flicking passionately at her exposed
and vulnerable nether opening. She no
longer delivered words of any clarity, but rather one long
string of mumbled imprecations, all of
them hopelessly incoherent with passion.
Karen was trembling violently now. As if in a
dream her free hand began involuntarily
massaging the straining voluptuousness of her virginal
young breasts. Then her fingers snaked up
under her tight white sweater and into her silky brassiere,
trapping her trembling nipples between
thumb and forefinger and kneading and twisting at them
until she was afraid they might rip loose
from the quivering milky mounds.
A groan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the
thirteen year old blonde's sensually
parted lips. The fire raging all around inside her loins was
driving her crazy. And the finger still
thrust down between her legs was now driving in and out of
her wetly sluicing vagina in a
maddening cadence.
But this only served to cause the fire to burn more
intensely, demanding more to feed its
lascivious hunger. So she inserted another finger, squatting
down as snugly onto it as she could.
She crammed her fingers into the moistness of her cuntal
passage in time to the lust-crazed
lapping rhythm of Rex's tongue along her aunt's quivering
wet hair-lined furrow.
Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused teenager
screwed her fingers in as deeply as she
could, then began running them in and out of her
swallowing cunt with a fury that was
uncontrollable. The vision in her head of her aunt having
her cunt licked by the big German
shepherd only goaded her on to more insane heights of
licentious desire. Even as she shut her eyes
with tension, she could still see in her mind's eyes the way
Rex's large thick tongue stuffed itself
in and out of her aunt's urgently clasping vagina, sinking
through the soft dark pubic hair like a
wet red sword. Thus stirred, it was not long before Karen's
hoarse gasps and cries were matching
those of her aunt.
Yes, she had to admit it -- she wanted everything
that her Aunt Betty was getting and then
some. Her fingers became in her imagination the big dog's
lapping tongue, and they split her love-
starved young cunt right up the sensitive middle. She only
wished that it were Rex's tongue
pumping into her searing hot vagina instead of just her
fingers. Out of her mind with lust, she
moved her other hand away from her heaving breasts,
reaching down inside her panties from the
rear and then working one slender index finger up into the
tiny puckered anus between her moon-
shaped buttocks. She gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds,
she soon had two slim substitute
penises sawing in and out of the virginal openings of her
loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-
fold.
Karen gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as
she dually finger-fucked herself. She
stopped long enough to lift her sweater and brassiere up off
her large hanging breasts, then
plunged her fingers back in again with a groan. Then she
moved up close to the wall until her full-
swaying white mounds were brushing nipple-first against
the textured wallpaper, driving the
hungering thirteen year old to even greater heights of
masturbatory bliss.
The young girl's face flushed crimson as she felt
her climax coming with a great savage
roar like a tidal wave of sound and pleasure steaming
toward a tropical beach. She hung teetering
on the edge of the most beautiful blinding orgasm of her
young teenage life, her long platinum
blonde hair hanging down, her throat straining for breath --
and then suddenly her entire body was
vibrating madly and the white-hot secretions of her lust
came gushing down around her lewdly
plunging fingers, covering her hand with its thick cream-
like stickiness and then running down her
wrist to drip onto the carpet below. She could feel it
trickling in small prickly rivers down the
insides of her shivering thighs and over her stiffly bent
knees.
For a long time Karen didn't realize how much she
was gasping and panting for breath
through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head seemed to
have left her body, and perspiration
and a post-orgasmic rash broke out all over her succulent
young flesh. Her eyes seemed to be
clenched tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against
the wall, her teeth dug sharply into her
full lower lip in order to prevent herself from crying out.
Karen remained there gasping for air for some
time, her ass-cheeks swaying languorously
in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her
fingers from her body until the last dying
pulsations of her climax had departed. When they had, her
fingers at last slithered wetly from her
satiated young pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she
shuddered as if with a fever.
Still panting heavily, she leaned against the
bedroom door and looked in on her Aunt
Betty. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently
undergoing her own terrific, head-blowing
orgasm. She had gripped Rex's ears and was drawing his
muzzle so deeply between her long
smooth legs that Karen, blowing some platinum wisps out
of her blue eyes, couldn't really make
out whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with
his tongue.
Karen clutched her throat as she realized that she
was becoming all excited again. This
would never do at all. The thing to do was get home
quickly and take a cold shower or something.
Trembling, the exhausted thirteen year old
managed to tear herself away from the illicitly
exciting scene taking place in her aunt's bedroom. There
didn't seem to be much room in there for
a quiet "heart-to-heart talk." Nothing her aunt had to say
would make any difference now,
anyway. Karen had grown up tremendously in the last
fifteen minutes!
But she still had to calm herself down somehow.
Her head was all confused and befuddled
as she made her way down the stairs with her aunt's cries of
ecstasy ringing in her ears, "That's it
Rex! Hurry! Lick my cunt! We have to get you home before
you're missed, darling! Hurry!
Darling! I'M CUMMING OH MY GOD, IT'S SO
BEAUTIFUL!"
And those were the last words echoing in her ears
as the young teenager made her way
quietly out the kitchen door and into the free and happy
sunlight, hurrying for home.

Chapter 8

Back at the Roger's house, Karen's beautiful
redheaded mother stirred lazily on her bed.
She reached one arm up above her head and stretched, and
her firmly uptilted breasts jiggled with
voluptuous resilience on her chest.
She had had a pleasant doze, and was thankful for
that. For after an orgasm with Wolf's
tongue or cock up inside of her, she was no better than a
whimpering dummy for the longest time
until her head and body floated back together again.
Georgia had never realized that such a wonderful
lewd heaven could exist in this world.
She had devoted her whole life to being a perfect wife and
mother, and now abruptly in a few
hours time all of her traditional values had been turned
topsy-turvy by the marvelous climaxes
Wolf was capable of producing inside her no longer
resisting flesh. But she knew this much --
now that she had found such paradise, she would be loathe
to give it up without a struggle.
Thrusting her fingers exotically upward through
her long red hair, the contented mother
thought again about the long sensual morning they had
passed. She had needed less priming as
time went on to fan her voluptuous curves into a glowing
furnace of lust, and had moaned and
gasped endlessly as she lay naked and wanton beneath
Wolf's searing wet caresses. How could
she ever have thought that such beautiful love could
possibly be obscene and perverted? That no
longer made any sense.
But what maddening thrill would come next?
What surprises did that dog have in store for
her now? She could barely wait. Wolf seemed to know
everything about what it took to please a
woman. If his owners did show up, how could she ever part
with him? The lips of her shamefully
relaxed cunt felt all swollen and sultry, waiting for his next
kiss.
She looked down at him where he now lay
exhausted on the floor. She had fallen asleep
with her arms around his muscular furry body, but
somehow he had slid off to the floor as she
dozed. It didn't seem right somehow; she wanted him up
here on the bed with her, where he
belonged. He had given her so much happiness. How could
she ever repay him?
"Wolf!" she called out in a silken murmur, and
patted the bed. "Up here, boy. Up here by
Mama. Mama wants to show her gratitude."
Indeed she did . He had fucked her tremendously
with that muscular rigid hardness of his
until she had thought she was going out of her mind. Now
that he was exhausted and couldn't
seem to get it up immediately again, she knew of the
perfect way to repay him.
What she had in mind was lewd beyond her
wildest dreams... that is, up until this morning.
She had never done anything like it for Howard, but then
her husband had never made her so
deliriously happy, either. So now all the stops were out. In
for a penny, in for a pound. Wolf had
already led her into a mood of debauched depravity unlike
anything she'd ever imagined. Nothing
she could do could possibly bring her any lower, after what
they'd already been through. So what
did it matter?
She patted the bed again. "Wolf, darling, up here
boy!"
Even though he was peering at her only sleepily
with one lazy eyelid upraised, he
understood what she was saying. And being an obedient
animal, Wolf did get to his feet and then
make a single effortless leap onto the bed.
He lay down with his muzzle on his forelegs and
stared up at her with his large, soulful
dark eyes. What now, he wondered mildly?
Georgia smiled sweetly and ran her long, slender
fingers gently over his sleek smooth
crown. "Would you like to turn over, darling? Mama wants
to pay you back now, you've made
me so happy."
Wolf whimpered, not quite sure what she was
after. Then suddenly Georgia spread her
legs and with a lengthy sigh of pure contentment, began
slipping her fingers back and forth
through the crispy red curls that surrounded her soft wet
pussy slit. "Doesn't this make you hard,
baby?" she asked. "Can't you get hard?"
The big dog whimpered again and for an answer
shot out his long tongue to pass it like a
hot knife through the buttered furrow of her open and hair-
lined cunt. Georgia gasped and
stiffened. She felt like a puppet of sheer desire beneath that
pleasure-tingling lash.
As for Wolf, in another moment the moist pink
flesh between her thighs had
communicated its hot fluid desire through his lapping
tongueand he began to feel his balls quiver
with stimulation. His loins seemed to tremble like jelly --
nitroglycerine jelly ready to explode.
And in another moment he felt a terrible anxiety to get
back inside her.
Georgia became quickly enslaved all over again
beneath the rhythmic tempo of his tongue,
her deep gasps racking her voluptuous body from one end
to the other as his tongue slithered
snake-like in and out through the sparse red pubic hairs of
her vagina. She felt as if her cuntal
passage were on fire from his lust tongue-fucking. She
rolled her lovely head from side to side,
gurgling with happiness as she held his large furry head by
the ears between her obscenely spread
thighs.
And then her gleaming, lust-drugged eyes widened
-- for here it came! Gazing down over
her full, widely set breasts, she could see all the way to the
glistening spectacle of Wolf's thick red
penis emerging from its long furry sheath. The tapered end
slipped and danced moistly as it came
sliding out, a spot of cum already issuing from its tip. And
it continued slithering hotly from its
fleshy fur scabbard until it was extended to almost its full
mouth-watering length.
She got up on her elbows, her long red hair
swinging down over her shoulders and her
proud taut breasts heaving with emotion. A licentious
impulse of uncontrollable bestial desires
raged through her nakedly panting flesh. She had never
seen anything so beautiful in the world as
Wolf's long hard pleasure-giving penis. Yes... she wanted
it... it was thick and red... coming out
now... and she wanted it... in her mouth ... its thickening
cone-like shape heightening her
excitement frantically!
She glared at his cock breathlessly as the big
animal's wetly glistening hardness came
dangling out of his powerful loins, her mouth salivating
erotically. Lust-driving thrills of unnatural
lust surged through her ardently overheating loins. This
was what she had wanted -- at last! But
how -- how could she get to suck on it?
"Wolf, lover," the kneeling young mother panted
droolingly, her lips glistening with saliva.
"Come over here, darling." She caressed his large head
affectionately. Her hypersensitive inner
vaginal flesh fairly seethed, sending a hot flow of cuntal
moisture seeping down into her already
damply twined pubic curls. Their lurid scene acted like a
bellows on her burning loins. Her
nakedly thrusting white breasts felt electric with lust and
giddy thrills.
"Wolf, darling, she pleaded, almost begging now.
"Please -- lie down, lover. Georgia
wants to love you, too. I want to suck on your beautiful
cock, you gorgeous animal, just the way
you licked my cunt."
Georgia shook her long red hair out of her eyes,
feeling as if she were in some sort of
delirium. Then she got up to her knees, her breasts
dragging voluptuously along the sheet as she
spoke to him in soothing, gentling tones, brushing her hand
lovingly over his soft sleek fur, her
eyes locked on the solid pink length of his emerging cock
hanging so lewdly beneath his furry
stomach.
"Roll over!" she commanded, and this time he
obeyed. Her heart racing with excitement,
the quivering redhead crawled over and swung her leg
across his face so that her pussy was
directly above it -- and her face exactly above the pulsating
hardness of his immense animal penis!
The thought alone of what she was about to do
drove Georgia wild with lust. Breathing
heavily through ardently flared nostrils, she let her archly
turned pelvis drop towards Wolf's long
canine muzzle, spreading her legs obscenely wide... almost
immediately his tongue lashed out at
her throbbing hot pussy for the millionth exquisite time.
She moaned with delight as it sluiced
through the hot pink wetness of her agonized cuntal flesh,
then lowered her cheek to nestle against
his warm hard stomach, her hand quickly moving to grasp
his swiftly growing penis!
Georgia's affectionate touch made the big German
shepherd tremble with joy, but it also
made her gasp hungrily as well. She clasped his huge
member in her hand, her fingers playing it
like a flute, manipulating it back and forth, feeling its
desire-hardened thickness expanding wildly.
She must have it now -- the wonderful flavor of that
deliciously lewd canine cock, slithering
moistly around in her sucking mouth! Her eyes glazed over
as if she were drugged, her hand still
stroking his jerking animal penis. She worked the heavily
furred protective sheath up and back,
groaning contentedly as his searing tongue lapped hotly
without pause at her desire-enraged
vagina. Then with a low cry, the lust-obsessed redhead
parted her lush red lips to let the slim
tapering dog-cock ease its way into the torrid wetness of her
greedily welcoming oral cavern...
Georgia groaned with happiness as Wolf's cock
slithered farther and farther back along her
tongue until finally it was resting all the way deep in her
gurgling throat.
At last, she sighed. At last.
She began tonguing his blood-hardened rigidity
frenziedly, licking like a madwoman as his
pulsating canine cock stroked and bumped at the warm wet
walls of her earnestly suctioning
mouth. A sensation of heathen wantonness blew outward
through her loins like shooting stars and
she sucked madly on the lust-quenching rod of flesh. Her
head swam from its heady, musky
flavor. There was just the trace of saltiness where cum
oozed from its squishy soft tip, but this
only added to the excitement raging in her loins. For the
most part Wolf's cock was nice and hard
and warm and thrilling, swelling continuously with every
ardent lick and suck of her undulating
lips and tongue.
Above her she could hear his high-pitched animal
whine as he continued to lick at her
hotly inflamed vagina, and she twirled her tongue around
his long thick member, sucking on it as
best she knew how. His powerful body responded
passionately to her ardent sucking, his canine
pelvis jerking forward to bury his cock all the way to the
rear of her mouth, his heavy cum-filled
testicles bumping softly against her chin.
Georgia's hand brushed along Wolf's hairy
stomach, finding the softness of his balls and
cupping them warmly, then tenderly milking them and
stroking them with her fingernails. Again
the masterful dog whimpered, this tantalization prompting
him to begin an in-and-out pumping
rhythm between the hotly sucking crimson oval of her wetly
milking lips.
The exotic flavor of his animal cock made her
pussy swarm like a beehive. She reveled in
a mire of sensuality, sucking and licking with increasing
urgency, her cheeks bloating and
hollowing, her smokily veiled eyes glowing with desire as
down below, between her widespread
white legs, the big dog lapped avidly at her steaming hot
loins.
His penis was warm and spicy with the sweet racy
flavor of animal semen... while the
heady scent of his genitals was like bread fresh from the
oven.
Now the glistening rigid cone of his blood-
engorged cock was fucking up into her face
with a perfect rhythm, while his tongue spread ever more
deeply into the moist eager opening of
her hair-fringed cuntal folds. She scraped and nipped
gently with her teeth, twirling her tongue in
artful little circles around his pulsating dog-penis, her mind
totally befogged by the pure
licentiousness of their bizarrely hedonistic behavior.
What would his sperm taste like, she wondered,
once she had an entire jawful of it? She
hoped it would be thick and filling, making her belly bloat
with its heated load as it spurted from
the small dilated slit in Wolf's thick-swollen cock-tip,
spewing hot jets of spermy liquid down her
sucking throat.
Already she had tasted some of it, and she could
swallow it all day long.
As for Wolf, he was panting as fast as he was
lapping at her burning hot pussy. He had
never known anything so exciting as this strange new
woman! She sucked on him better than
anyone ever had, milking his aching testicles with her
hands at the same time as she sucked on his
cock. And he whined and whimpered as her tongue and
hotly ovalled lips created lurid waves of
escalating sensation within the depths of his churning
testicles that he knew they had to explode
soon, sending sharp, staccato squirts of milky hot liquid the
entire length of his cock and
eventually into her greedily suctioning mouth.
Georgia had never sucked on a penis before, and
she was quite out of her head with desire.
The experience was by far more than she had bargained for.
At first she had merely wanted to
display her gratitude, but the whole affair had escalated so
that now she couldn't have stopped had
her life depended on it.
Totally drugged with her voracious bestiality, the
voluptuously curved redhead mouthed
and pulled at Wolf's strong-tasting cock, her loins on fire
and almost ready to explode.
Yes, she wanted her furry lover to shoot his hot
animal cum deep into her salaciously
sucking mouth! She wanted it to drip down her throat and
fill her heaving belly to bursting with its
molten stickiness!
"Arfggggghhh," she moaned, a scathing tongue of
fire seeming to scorch her loins. Her
stomach seethed, her entire cuntal area glowing like hot
coals. She clutched with urgent adoration
at her handsome German shepherd's sperm-swollen balls,
caressing, fondling and milking them for
all they were worth as she sucked with the greediness born
of her fiercely illicit desire... her entire
body racked with brainless lust... quivering and shivering
with hot lewd need... so lost in her
delirious pleasure-bent craving that she didn't even notice
the door to her bedroom opening just
slightly...
She heard Wolf whimper, then yelp through his
own animalistic orgasm, gushing sperm in
hot sticky streams all the way down her convulsively
sucking throat. And then she began sobbing
along with him, pouring her own cum out over his savagely
lapping face, flooding his snout,
muzzle and eyes with the hot, lava-like fluid of her loins
until Wolf's handsome face was fairly
drenched in it. She felt her orgasm blowing through her in
great, overpowering waves more
mighty than anything that had gone before. This was it, the
magic she'd waited for her entire life.
She gulped hungrily at Wolf's squirting penis, swallowing
all of his cum that she could before the
overflow broke around her firmly clasping lips, spilling
down her chin and onto her swan-like
white neck in a wet sticky stream, finally pooling in a lewd
circle on the bed below.
The trembling young mother continued to suck
like that for some time, pressing her loins
tighter over Wolf's ardently lapping mouth until he could
scarcely breathe.
"Darling," Georgia gasped, half-crazy with lust.
"Darling... Oh God, I love you..." And
she plunged her mouth down again, taking in his already
softening penis until she could lick and
suck it to her gurgling heart's content.
Never noticing for a moment that her thirteen year
old platinum blonde daughter had been
standing, momentarily awe-struck, her pretty slender hand
to her mouth, in the door to the
bedroom...

Chapter 9

In those few paralyzing seconds, standing in the
door of her mother's bedroom, the whole
of Karen's life had been turned upside down.
At first she couldn't believe the fantastic sight
confronting her youthful blue eyes. She had
frozen there in the doorway as if struck by lightning. Her
mother was sucking like a madwoman
on the stray German shepherd's thick red penis while the
animal licked at her openly exposed
cunt!
A combination of horror and... strangely...
jealousy made her knees buckle, and she
gripped the doorframe for support, frustrated sensuality
raging like a forest fire through her
pubescently sensitive loins. She couldn't believe it -- her
own mother's mouth working on that
huge dog's penis. Sucking ecstatically with her throat full of
husky guttural moans!
The nubile platinum blonde teenager shook out her
long white-blonde hair, her ripely
swollen breasts heaving with emotion. Every time the brute
snarled, his powerful flanks pumping
his cock furiously in and out of her mother's mouth, it sent
a wild, flashing thrill shooting through
Karen's nerves. Her mother's hungrily working lips and
tongue made the animal whimper with
lust, until finally his loins began jerking and spasming out
of control, spewing out a scalding load
as if from an inexhaustible source.
Karen watched hypnotized as stream after stream
of the viscously gushing dog-sperm
erupted into Georgia's ovalled mouth, filling her throat
faster than she could swallow it. It seemed
forever before the semen-drained cock slipped wetly from
her mother's cum-filled mouth and she
seemed to be groaning erotically through a really savage
climax of her own...
Karen gasped and clutched her throat. She had to
flee before she went stark raving mad,
because watching her mother with that dog, in addition to
everything else she'd seen that day, was
setting her loins to stir in a furious turmoil of pubescent
desire. She had to get away -- and swiftly.
Before she went out of her mind with lust. Because all she
could think of right now was that
bright red German-shepherd cock and the way it slid in and
out of her mother's mouth... and of
how it might feel of it was being stuffed up her own hot,
wet and willing young cuntal passage...
Racing down the hallway, her budding young
breasts bobbing, their pert little pink crests
becoming stiff with teenage desire, she finally made her
way into the bathroom and shut the door
behind her. Panting for breath, she slid gasping to the floor,
one hand reaching up under her skirt
to rub willfully at her seething young loins.
She had to get her head together -- but how? Her
own mother -- God, it didn't seem
possible. How could she do that awful thing, with that
huge, obscene German shepherd? While it
was true that the dog was desperately attractive... still she
thought... It was quite one thing to catch
a hellion like her Aunt Betty up to such a thing. Aunt
Betty, after all, was a sophisticated, modern
woman of the world. But her mother... It didn't seem real,
somehow.
Karen shook out her long platinum hair, her dark
eyelashes fluttering the way her belly
was fluttering, filled with sexual butterflies.
Her mother had always been so respectable. If
there was one word used to describe her,
invariably that was it. She was a good, normal woman. And
then to find her engaged with that
dog--!
Or was there something that she was missing
here? The thing was, her Aunt Betty and her
mother were two women she had admired all of her life. If
they had both independently chosen to
be fucked by a handsome pair of German shepherds, then
could it be all that bad? Adults were
always keeping secrets from young people -- perhaps this
was one of those secrets, the fact that
adult women took dogs, big good-looking dogs, for their
lovers while their husbands were away.
A secret that everyone knew? Excepting her?
Considering all this, the beautiful platinum-tressed
child continued to run her fingers
absent-mindedly into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her
rapidly moistening young pussy, the elastic
waistband of her panties gripping tight across her slowly
moving wrist. The heated moisture from
her vagina was increasing at a rapid pace, but Karen didn't
seem to notice, she was so deep in
thought. The fact that the clear sticky liquid was inundating
her fingers didn't quite dawn on her.
But did all this mean that her mother loved her
father any the less? Necessarily? They
seemed happy enough. And as attractive as her German
shepherd lover undeniably was, Karen
still couldn't imagine anyone not loving her father, who
was darkly handsome and probably
wonderful with sex as well.
And didn't this free her now to love her father all
the more? Knowing that her mother was
not being faithful to him? She could make him happy, she
was sure. They could all be happy.
The sweet, honeyish feeling in her loins escalated
as the confused teenager daydreamed on
and on. She imagined her father with all of his clothes off,
his immense hard cock springing up
dangerously at a sharp angle to his dark hairy loins, jutting
out at her in lewd invitation. She could
imagine herself with her legs spread widely, welcoming
him, her pale soft pussy hair all wet and
slick with her incestuous excitement, pointing right at his
face.
And then he would move forward into the warmly
scented circle up between her open
legs, the soft rubbery end of his penis slowly parting the
sparse platinum curls around her cuntal
mouth before moving into the wetly glistening folds of
pussy flesh.
But then, suddenly there was something else in her
daydream -- yes, the big dog that had
been fucking her mother's mouth! His enormous pink cock
was sticking out a mile and he was
slipping it slowly through her eagerly rounded lips, stuffing
it all the way down her throat, fucking
her mouth just as her father's long hard penis had broken
through her virginal hymen before going
all the way down into the hungering depths of her vagina...
so that man and dog were both fucking
her at once in her two gaping holes...
Karen gasped and opened her eyes. Her cuntal hair
was all soaked with a warm, pearl-
colored cum. She drew out the fingers she'd been using to
relieve herself and looked at them
startled. Even as she stared at them, she saw her hand
rising of its own volition to her mouth. A
moment later she began sucking on them, swallowing all of
her own tasty secretions. Her tongue
licked lavishly around her fingers until she thought she
would swoon from the heady, heavenly
taste of her vaginal fluid.
"I've got to get out of this, she thought
tremulously. I'm doing all sorts of filthy things I've
never done before. I've got to get my head together.
She staggered upward to her feet, her breasts
heaving irregularly beneath the tight white
sweater. Then, wiping her fingers on her skirt, the teenager
moved toward the connecting door to
her bedroom.
Once inside, she began swiftly stripping off her
clothes. First came her snug cotton
sweater, swinging up and over her head to reveal her
resilient white mounds joggling within her
brassiere. She pushed her hands in back of her and undid
the hooks and eyes, watching herself
carefully in the mirror on the vanity. She could see her long
platinum hair floating all around her
back. Her mother had combed it for her all her life, and
never allowed it to be really cut, so that
now it swam all around the top of her buttocks. Her hair
was really what most men noticed
first about her, although usually in combination with the
firm upright thrust of her budding young
breasts.
Now she removed her brassiere and let it fall to the
floor. Her high-set white mounds,
topped with their berry-like nipples and oversized pink
crests, sprang into view. She gripped them
in her hands, smiling slightly, and squeezed. Fluttery
sensations burst through her chest and
rippled downward to her wetly throbbing pussy.
Karen's nostrils flared as her hands dropped to her
waist to fumble with the fastenings on
her skirt until they came undone. A second later, her mini
fell in a soft pool around her long lithe
legs. The cotton of her skirt caressed her slender young
ankles lovingly, and she shivered
involuntarily from that soothing caress.
Now her thumbs hooked into the tight elastic
waistband of her white nylon panties, and
she drew them down, watching herself the whole time, even
as her long blonde hair fell about her
shoulders, and her fulsome young breasts swayed like ripe
pears as she bent over.
The bright-eyed thirteen year old virgin could see
all of herself now. Revolving, she put
her hands on the moon-like dimpled mounds of her
gleaming ass-cheeks and dug her fingers into
their fleshy softness like the talons of a hawk. Her thumbs
moved up between her buttocks, deeply
into that hot hairless crevice, until she remembered the
obscene way she had stuck her finger up
inside her puckering little anus at her Aunt Betty's and,
blushing with shameful remembrance, she
steeled herself and forced her fingers to slide out again.
Then she was facing forward again and cupped her
ripened breast mounds to offer them
erotically to her reflection in the mirror. These were what
men loved to suck on, she knew, and
her father should love hers especially. For wasn't she a
loving daughter?
And then there was the fact of her sparse platinum
pubic hair. She knew that this coloring
was unusual, and she often doted on studying herself in the
mirror this way. For what could be
sweeter than a natural platinum blonde?
Karen smiled to herself. If her father ever saw her
like this, he couldn't fail to love her! She
stepped daintily out of her panties, breathing hard, and
kicked off her loafers. If only dear Daddy
was here now, to see her in all her loveliness!
And then she heard it -- the creak of the bedroom
door opening slightly...
She looked at the door -- startled and apprehensive
-- to find that big handsome brute of a
German shepherd coming smoothly in through the open
portal!
"You!" she cried reflexively. "What are you doing
here?! Get out!"
But Wolf only snarled unintelligibly. He
understood what the beautiful young teenager
was saying, but he chose to ignore it. He had to ignore it,
for the fiercely ruttish pounding in his
genitals would not let him rest.
He had noticed the platinum-haired thirteen year
old that morning, and had been
disappointed when she'd left. With her long white hair and
the sweet scent of her pubescent youth,
she was totally the most attractive young human he'd ever
seen. The redhead was a voluptuous
woman, but this girl had such an essence of purity about
her that the urge to slip his cock up
through her trembling white buttocks and make it disappear
through her virginally snug anal ring
was fairly compelling -- indeed overwhelming.
So that when he had heard and sensed her
presence when he was finishing his scene with
his redheaded mistress, he had scented keenly in order to
keep track of her smell as she moved off
down the corridor and about the house. Then when he had
broken from the redheaded female,
leaving her breathing brokenly in an exhausted nakedness,
he took off after the young platinum
blonde.
His keen nose had followed her to the bathroom,
which had been closed, and he had
waited there for some moments until he sensed her
departing for the room next door. With this
one, the door had been slightly parted, and he had been
able to push it open further and ease his
sleek body through the wide-spread portal.
Now they were face to face, she standing naked
there in the center of the room, he with his
eyes and nostrils devouring the total compelling magic of
her scent.
He could feel his penis gradually filling with blood
and sliding out through its softly furred
container. He was all ready to go again -- this girl was so
enticing that he needed no further rest.
He was becoming fully aroused at the sight of her glorious
loveliness. He wanted to sink his
rampant penis up into her belly and hump over her until
that moment when, convulsively, his
animal hunger was appeased.
"Get away! Get away, bad dog!" Karen cried,
backing away, her long white hair flying
around, her breasts quivering in fright. The big dog
growled and moved closer toward her, its
sharp canine teeth showing in a menacing snarl. This
produced a blast of fear in the trembling
young girl's loins, and the fright was in some way a more
sexually exciting element than kindness.
"Get away! Leave me alone!" she moaned, backing
off until she fell against the bed. But
the big dog only growled in warning, making her loins
cringe with primitive thrills, and she
stumbled backward and up onto the bed as fast as she
could.
Suddenly he leaped at her, landing right in front of
the bed! Karen cringed and her voice
came out in a piteous, helpless moan, "Please-what, what
do you want of me? I'll do anything-
anything you want." And oddly, as she spoke, the young
girl realized she wanted him to do
something... something naughty.
Wolf grinned evilly, showing his teeth, then
suddenly jumped up on the bed and began
nosing at her with his cold, wet snout. Trembling with fear
and terror, Karen allowed herself to be
nosed about and pushed around by him.
By now the heated flow in her wetly throbbing
loins had become a perfume that was
stronger than soap or cologne, she was terrified of this
shaggy lover who could not be understood
or implored, who only knew how to demand and force her
to do his bidding.
But at the same time she found Wolf savagely
exciting. There was something marvelously
masculine about the way he terrified her into submission in
a way that all females secretly love.
The raging fire in her loins required satisfaction
desperately now, and as he was obviously intent
on forcing her to do his bidding, Karen had the perfect
rationale for being compliant. This was
rape! After her initial resistance, God could scarcely hold it
against her if she was terrified and
allowed herself to be mauled and pushed around by this
magnetically dominating animal. She had
done her best, after all. She was just an innocent virginal
thirteen year old, completely pure, while
Wolf was obviously a dangerous, brutal beast who had been
trained to do this. What sort of
competition was there in that? What sort of defense could a
weak, delicate young thing like
herself present?
"Please-please... what... what are you trying to do
to me?" she continued to wail helplessly
as he forced her to get on all fours on the bed, her long
platinum hair streaming all over her neck,
shoulders and back, her budding young breasts swaying and
jiggling over the coverlet, her naked
buttocks waving high in the air in back of her.
Wolf drooled as his eyes fastened on her fleshy
white ass-cheeks. Growling low in his
throat with desire, he got up on his hind legs and staggered
forward awkwardly, his feet digging
deeply into the softness of the bed, until he was able to
clamp his forelegs firmly onto her
smoothly muscled young back.
The feel of his forepaws on her bare back drove
Karen wild with excitement. She could
feel the saliva growing in her mouth, and her vagina was
flowing copiously in heady expectation
of some lewd behavior. But what? What was it she was
expecting?
In back of her, Wolf's large cone-shaped hardness
had emerged like a red hot branding
iron, shining and wet. It jiggled and jerked in the air before
the panting, slavering dog could
finally locate the wetly heated cleft between Karen's
buttocks. It slipped and danced in this tightly
clenched portal, dredging gasps of pure amazement and
terror from the voluptuous platinum-
tressed teenager. The dog snarled menacingly to freeze her
into position, and then began working
the slimily pointed organ up toward her fearfully puckering
rectal passage.
Karen felt as if she was going to faint. Wolf's was
the first penis she'd ever felt in such a
highly localized and personal portion of her virginal
anatomy. Its touch sent instinctive waves of
longing echoing through her sensually awakening loins and
anal canal in a natural female reaction.
She couldn't seem to help herself. Despite the fact that she
was terrified of what was going on,
there was still that feeling of primitive thrill and heady
excitement that she couldn't seem to fight.
It was pure instinct that made her buttocks squirm lewdly
backwards in search of his penis,
instinct for her body to want her sizzling anal passage
filled. The swollen mounds of her breasts
were by now throbbing with desire, her nipples had become
elongated and erect. Her entire loins
were aflame with obscene desire.
Suddenly she could hold herself back no longer.
Uttering a savage little cry of pure desire
and release, she reached around in back of herself and
grabbed Wolf's long animal penis, pulling it
forward so that the tip of it pressed snugly against her
tightly clenched little anus.
The big dog slavered and gasped, its haunches still
struggling for a firm position in the
softness of the bed. His strong forelegs gripped tightly
around her naked waist and hourglass hips,
his slippery cock sliding effortlessly forward through her
tight elastic anal ring!
"Aaarrgggggghhhhhh!" Karen groaned as the
huge instrument began to push away her
snugly fitting rectal walls like a destroyer shoving the
waves away from its bow. In spite of the
initial discomfort, she pushed her buttocks backward, trying
to capture more of the delicious hard
instrument. Although this was the first real sexual
experience she had ever had in her life, she
knew immediately that it was the most wonderful
experience any girl could ever have. His long
slender hardness seemed to fill up her very soul as it pushed
its way slowly through her throbbing,
softly resisting nether passage. The pleasurable shock of
being filled up with Wolf's large,
pulsating animal cock was like nothing she had ever
experienced before. Her nibbling anal channel
wanted instinctively to gobble it up until it disappeared up
inside her belly with Wolf's soft
stomach fur bouncing against the marble smoothness of her
backside.
"Daaaaaarling," she whooshed, her breath coming
in ragged gasps. "Daaaaaaarling."
She wiggled backward, trying to impale as much
of herself on his wonderfully exciting
penis as she could, but the twinges of pain she was
beginning to feel forced her to back off of it
again.
Wolf was relentless, however. Digging into her
bare white back savagely with his paws,
he grunted, barked, and yelped as he hammered his rigid
animal hardness forward into her snug
rectal passage yet one more inch.
Karen's long white hair hung down all over the
bed, covering her panting, gasping face.
Now that the thicker part of his enormous rod of shaft had
entered her nether passage, the feeling
was not near as sweet as it had been at first. There was
some pain as he spread her tender nether
channel with his gradually expanding penis. As moist and
slick as it was, it was still throbbing
with the hard ridges of his swollen veins, and she could feel
every last iota of their savage pulsing
pressure inside her futilely resisting passage.
She groaned as the dog rammed forward still
further. Now it seemed as if he would split
her right down the center. Her belly felt as if it were on fire.
Still, though, she could feel surges of
animal-like pleasure overlapping the agony of her anal
channel being rent asunder. She wanted
this, and at the same time she didn't want it. She couldn't
make up her mind. It was agonizing, and
yet within that agony was a fierce, soul-dissolving sort of
pleasure that could not be denied.
Meanwhile Wolf's saliva was dripping all over her
nakedly hunched back, flowing down
the indentations along her backbone and into the cleft of
her buttocks. Some of it managed to
lubricate his wildly pulsating penis, and trickling down that
shaft it found its wet way into the
crinkled mouth of her anus. As the dog drew back slightly,
worming his penis around in her
squirming hot passage, the pain seemed to let up and her
backside became somewhat lubricated.
Then with one powerful thrust of his haunches, he
savagely rammed his long hard penis up
into her tightly resisting anus, burying his cock to the hilt
in her warm buttery flesh.
"Aarrggggghllllhhll," she gargled throatily as his
enormous blood engorged cock pushed
forward into her softly yielding body. He was entirely inside
of her now, and with an expertness
born of long experience, he wormed his slippery organ
around her nether passage to drag harsh,
broken little cries of ecstasy from her passion-drenched
lips.
That seemed to act as a cue for the passionately
enraged German shepherd, and now he
began squirming and fucking madly into the sex-crazed
young teenager, ringing piteous whimpers
of insane lust from her open and drooling mouth.
His long merciless cock seemed to be growing
ceaselessly within her fire-filled belly, and
for a moment the girl thought it was going to plunge in all
the way and come out her gasping
throat! The resilient flesh of her full, firm breasts rippled
and jounced from each jarring impact of
his barrage, their pebble-hard nipples rubbing excitingly
across the satin coverlet of her bed.
Overcome now with lewd desire, the helpless teenager
found herself grinding backward with a
mindless lust, pushing the wide-stretched moons of her
helplessly upthrust ass-cheeks back onto
his love-slick penis, its pleasure-bringing hardness
skewering wildly up into her passion-inflamed
anal passage.
By now almost all of the pain had subsided, and as
her slavering animal master pressed
forward the final inch of his masterful, all-subduing cock
into her aching nether aperture, she
found that she was again more happy than she was in pain.
Indeed, the pain had evaporated until
finally there was nothing but a wondrous feeling of joyous
surrender spilling outward from her
wildly tingling loins, a feeling of ecstasy and happiness
greater than anything she'd ever known in
her life! There was a dynamic pressure building in her
hotly boiling anal channel that had a
screaming, fluid urgency all its own... pressure pyramiding
toward an incredibly high level of
sheer, unadulterated bliss...
"Ahhhhhh... ooohhhh... ooooooooooh
daaaaaaaaaarling. You're beautiful... Fuck me," she
sighed, groaned, and gasped, straining sluttishly beneath
her canine lover, wallowing in
subjugation and bestial humiliation. His rampaging pink
cock disappeared up into her, then came
out again with her puckering anal lips clutching it like a
child's lips around a lollipop. Then he
thrust his throbbing hardness up into her tight little
opening again, bringing sharp cries of ecstasy
from her open mouth. She gurgled and gargled and
thrashed beneath this inhuman, maddening
fucking that had destroyed all her reason.
Karen was vaguely aware that she was straining
her lewdly upturned buttocks back over
his punishing cock in obscene cadence with his blissfully
lewd pumping of the churning inferno up
between her trembling white thighs. The thirteen year old
was sure of little more than that, as
she undulated her hips back toward him in small, pleasure-
seeking circles... actually abandoning
herself totally to the breath-taking fucking she was getting
in her rectal passage. Her beautiful
head flailed wildly, her long, disheveled platinum hair
flying back and forth. Then she twisted
her wantonly contorted face around in order to look back at
his face, capturing the intense rapture
their all-consuming bestial fucking was providing for him.
For some reason this seemed to her the
ultimate compliment, and she suddenly felt blissfully,
wonderfully happy! The eeling in her loins
was too great, too beautiful! Why had it taken her so long
to find this wonderful moment! There
was a tremendous, ever-expanding balloon in her belly that
was blowing up with pleasure!
With growing ferocity, rasping and grunting
savagely. the big dog continued to pump his
wetly glistening penis in and out of her clasping nether
passage, shoving her face sidewise down
into the bed with every obscene forward push. Karen
ground her teeth with a mixture of shame
and happiness, yearning for him to empty at last his
scalding animal sperm inside of her. Her
desire-confused brain whirled with the absolute luridness of
their situation, while her naked young
body trembled in its subservient position to the
overwhelming mind-bending sensations he had set
blazing in her passion-incited loins. Then her glazed, lust-
drugged eyes saw the reflection of their
lewdly locked position in the vanity mirror, and she
groaned happily at the provocative vision.
The animalistic obscenity of the huge German shepherd
straddling the spread white moons of her
smoothly curved ass-cheeks sent a jolt of unbelievable
lasciviousness burning through her
erotically quivering flesh.
Karen gasped as she glimpsed as well the breath-
taking sight of his long moist cock
emerging from between her whitely quivering ass-cheeks,
then plunging back inside again. Wolf's
whimpering sounds also served to thrill her lewdly as his
forepaws struggled to hold onto the
smooth curves of her naked waist. With a low throated
moan of ardent surrender his thirteen year
old love-slave ground her hungrily tremoring buttocks
backward over his fiercely punishing
hardness, her feverish passion driving her wild!
"Fuck me! Oh! Yes! Fuck me!" she wailed,
heedless of all morality.
Wolf grunted lewdly and in response humped
forward heavily, his sperm-gorged balls
slapping into her nest of soaked pussy hair up between her
thighs. The long spear of his thickly
hardened canine penis moved deeply upward into the
hungrily squirming orifice of her backside.
Karen's eyes bulged as she watched his furious
attack in the mirror, watched his scarlet
penis slithering upward into her rectal channel with a fierce
wet rush, burying itself to the hilt in
her well-stretched passage. She saw and felt his sperm-
laden testicles in their taut furry sac
bouncing against her quivering pussy flesh, and the sight
almost drove her out of her mind with a
lewd desire that knew no bounds.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried, her wide blue eyes
gaping unseeingly as her wildly panting dog-
lover fucked all the more frantically into her slavishly
kneeling body. Her head felt like it would
explode with every savage, breast-rippling thrust, as his
long scarlet hardness pistoned into her
without mercy and she tried desperately to match his
cadence.
Unprecedented sensations of animal lust filled her
entire nervous system until she wanted
to scream out loud. Wolf battered her virginal young
helplessness with a ferociousness born of his
bestial lust, his painfully huge penis sinking to its immense
full length, a relentless shaft of
slippery joy filling her sensuously squirming belly with all
of its wonderful hardness!
The young girl rotated her buttocks desperately
over his powerful instrument with
uncontrollable whimpering mewls, clenching and
unclenching her hotly clinging rectal walls over
the entire length of his heavily ridged cock with a
masochistic cry of wanton passion.
And then suddenly she could feel her first cock-
inspired orgasm come spiraling upward
from the depths of her abdomen, sending jolt after jolt of
wildly ecstatic sensations surging
through her loins. In the mirror her passion-glazed eyes
could see Wolf's long red penis vanishing
like a reddened broom handle between the rotating cheeks
of her naked gleaming buttocks. His
furious fucking was frenetically jerky and swifter than her
addled brain could cope with! And
then... and then...
"OH! OH! OH!" she wailed breathlessly. "OH! I'M
CUMMMMMING!"
Her clasping anal flesh clung like a tightened fist
in a rubber glove to his huge hardness as
the big dog suddenly began jerking and shuddering, its
deeply buried instrument squirting hot
gushes of animal semen to slosh around like liquid fire in
the hungry bowl of her helplessly
trembling young belly. Her rectum clasped hungrily around
his cum-slickened rod as she felt
spasms of unbelievable delight rippling through her teenage
flesh totally unlike anything she'd ever
felt before. Her nether passage sucked and milked on his
madly spurting penis while the little
teenage blonde writhed through her own rapturous climax,
uttering sharp little cries of amazement
and happiness, her flawless white flesh breaking out with
sweat as her rectum swallowed all of
Wolf's animal cum and then sucked upward on it to get
more.
"OH! OH! OH! OOOOHHHHHHHH!" she wailed,
her vagina and rectum both gushing
out their liquid passion all over his sharply pistoning cock,
his rapidly emptying balls and lower
belly, and flowing down the rounded cheeks of her
trembling young ass, down her inner thighs, to
fall onto the red satin coverlet below.
And, in fact, she was so lost in her delirium of
licentious desire and orgasmic lust, that she
didn't even notice the tall figure standing in the bedroom
doorway, seeing everything, witnessing
all of her vicious animalistic depravity...

Chapter 10

Karen lay there on the side of her face for a
seeming eternity after Wolf had already slid
his deflating animal penis out of her snugly grasping anus.
The big dog sat in back of her, huffing
and puffing, his long red tongue dangling out of its toothy
jaws. It looked over at the intruder in
the doorway, who was standing there motionless.
Karen opened her eyes. She couldn't remember
when she had felt so unearthly relaxed and
at peace with the world. The bouncing of the tapered tip of
Wolf's penis against the secret, highly
sensitive elastic gland at the top of Karen's rectum had
produced such a wild, mind-splitting
orgasm in the virginal platinum-haired teenager that her
head felt as if it were vaguely
disembodied and not exactly on her shoulders. It was
functioning at only slightly above the level
of gibbering idiocy, if that. Her fantastic shattering climax
had dissolved her limbs, bones, muscle,
flesh and sinew, into a freely flowing pool of directionless
molecules. The last thing in the world
she had in mind was to alter her position from where it had
been frozen in the moment of supreme
ecstasy.
So this was sex! It was the greatest thing in the
world! How come she had always been
taught that it was naughty? It wasn't -- not at all. Oh Christ,
it was beautiful. She wanted to
wallow in sensuality as if it were a warm secreted bath.
All day long her loins had been in such a
maddening turmoil, but now, due to the big dog's
wonderful fucking of her back passage, she was calm and
happy. Which was about the best
advertisement for anything she'd ever heard of.
Contentment suffused her loins like the golden
warmth of a summer sun. She rested on her cheek with her
perfectly formed little buttocks still
upraised and quivering like a feather in the merest breeze.
"Is-is that you, mother?" she murmured, peering
towards the door through her sexually-
smoked and heavily veiled eyes. Her eyelids felt blue and
heavy. Her eyelashes fluttered faintly.
In the crevice of her buttocks, and down below into the
seeping pink folds of her vagina, she
felt all wet and spent. Her budding young body had been
drained. But she was happy.
"It's me, Karen, Yes, it's me, darling."
Georgia came forward, tightening the belt on her
robe and swinging her long red hair over
her shoulders. When she was standing next to the bed she
put her slim, long-nailed hand on Wolf's
softly sleek furry head, running her fingers gently through
his hair. She looked down at her
daughter and smiled to herself.
They had both been emancipated on the very same
day, by this handsome and intelligent
dog who had literally come out of nowhere. She had been
freed from the impossibly snug bonds
of suffocating sexual frustration, while Karen had been
freed forever from puberty and from
prudishness.
Was this a cause for celebration or not? In a sense,
Georgia felt it was too early to tell. She
wanted Karen to remain a sweet, virginal young thing, and
yet she knew as well, with one part of
her mind, that virginity had somewhat lost its currency in
the modern world. It didn't seem to
matter as much as it had when she was a girl.
And anyway there was no reason that Karen's
sweetly feminine personality should change,
merely because she had been so pleasurably fornicated in
her rectal passage by Wolf, who was
very good-looking and understanding of what women
needed.
This was one day indeed when Georgia had
learned that things weren't always what they
seemed. She had started the day thinking one thing, and
then had wound up thinking another.
Obviously nothing about this house and this family would
ever be the same again.
"Did I do wrong, mother?" Karen asked
plaintively, looking up through her long, shining
platinum hair with those bright, still childish blue eyes of
hers.
Her mother stroked her cheek gently. "No, dear.
You did right. Don't let it worry you.
We're all going to be free of hang-ups from now on."
"I-I couldn't help myself. He made me afraid, and I
had to do whatever he wanted."
Georgia chuckled softly. "You mean you wanted to
do whatever he wanted, dear."
Karen blushed crimson, her cheeks puffing up very
large and rosy-hued. "I-I couldn't help myself, mother. He-
he was so masterful. He made me want it in spite of myself,
in spite of the fact that I knew it was wrong."
"He made you want what, dear?" Georgia asked,
stroking her lovely teenage daughter's cheek.
"I-oh, you know what. That."
"You mean, he made you want him to fuck you, is
that it? Why don't you say it, dear? We might as well free
ourselves completely, don't you think?"
Karen continued to blush furiously. Her mother's
use of obscene language was stirring up her loins again in a
way that she would have considered unmentionable only a
few hours before. "But-oh, mother, that's a dirty word, isn't
it? It-it makes me feel all funny when you use it."
"It was a dirty word," Georgia corrected. "It isn't
anymore. Now, let's just see if we can break loose from all
the dreadful inhibitions that have been strangling us. Let's
hear you say it, dear. Let's hear you admit what is true
anyway -- that you wanted him to fuck you."
Karen's breath came hotly. She couldn't seem to
control the wild churning in her loins that her mother was
perpetrating in motion with the use of the word fuck, which
conjured up such lurid visions of Wolf's enormous cock
moving in and out of her affectionately clasping rectum,
where her anus had pursed around it as if in a kiss. She was
getting all excited again.
But maybe the only way to alleviate this
excitement was to do as her mother said, and "let it all
hang out", as kids said in school. She would have to give it
a try.
"Oh, yes," she confessed, giving in at last. "I did
love it, mother -- when he fucked me..."
"When he rammed his cock in and out of your
asshole. Say it!"
Karen shivered lasciviously. She could feel her
tiny, sensitive clitoris beginning to tingle urgently. "Yes,
yes!" she cried. "I loved it -- when he fucked me, and when
he rammed his cock in and out of my asshole!"
The hotly quivering platinum blonde teenager got
up into a sitting position, knocking her dog-lover to one
side as she spread her legs to a widely obtuse angle,
revealing the moist oval folds of her pussy and the creamily
glistening dark hole in their center. Her platinum blonde
pussy hair shone and glistened in the bedroom's mild light,
speckled with drops of cum, and she began rubbing her
cunt furiously with her fingers in order -- hopefully -- to get
rid of some of the itch her mother had produced with her
filthy talk.
Georgia meanwhile was staring at her gorgeous
teenage daughter with a fresh appreciation, her bright
green eyes gleaming. She could see why Wolf had wanted
her, and she wasn't jealous in the slightest.
"Mmmm, you're a little doll, aren't you, darling,"
she said aloud. "I guess I hadn't realized my little girl was
growing up to have such a beautiful vagina, just perfect for
fucking. No wonder you gave Wolf here such a terrific
hard-on."
"OOoooooooh, mooooooother," Karen winced, still
rubbing her wet little cunt as though she were polishing it
of tarnish. "You're making me feel all funny. I can't stop
rubbing myself. You're making me -- my -- my pussy -- all
itchy!"
Georgia smiled and reached down into Wolf's
genital area to locate his quiescent hidden cock. She began
playing with it casually as she asked her lovely young
daughter, "Are you sure you wouldn't like Wolf to stuff his
cock up inside you, dear? That might make you feel better."
"Nnnn-no! I mean y-y-y-yes!" she chattered
through tightly clenched teeth. "I mean no! I want to -- I
want daddy to fuck me first! I've been saving myself for
him! P-please, mother! I want to feel daddy's cock in my
cunt first!"
A deep wellspring of relaxation seemed to open up
in Karen's insides as she allowed herself the luxury of using
filthy words in a way that she would never have dreamed of
previously. She could see that she had even surprised her
mother, who put a hand to her mouth and seemed to
stumble backwards.
But it was not her filthy talk that had surprised
Georgia, but rather the fact that her own lovely daughter
should actually want to be fucked by Howard -- her
husband and Karen's father! That was incest!
But on the other hand, was that so terrible? Wasn't
what they had been doing with Wolf something even more
morally reprehensible, if one thought in such terms?
But to want to be fucked by Howard -- that was
ridiculous! When she could have Wolf's gigantic eight-inch
penis stuffing itself in and out of her snugly virginal cuntal
chambers.
Or was it so ridiculous? Maybe not so much as at
first glance -- for if Howard could be coaxed into an affair
with his lovely platinum-haired daughter, then he would be
less likely to complain if Georgia took up with Wolf on a
permanent basis. And everything would end happily ever
after. Karen would have her father, whom she wanted, and
Georgia would have Wolf, who she wanted now more than
anything in the entire world. So much so, in fact, that if she
had to run away with Wolf and live in the wilds with him,
she would gladly have done so.
"That's a remarkable confession, Karen," she said
at last, when she could get her wits together. "Just how long
have you felt this way? How long have you had this craving
for your own father?"
Karen looked away sheepishly. She couldn't seem
to keep from pushing her fingers in and out of her wetly
seeping young cunt, until finally she had wedged them in
so deeply that her middle finger bounced against her tight
little hymen. Then she moved her fingers around, making
herself gasp as she batted her sensitive little clitoris back
and forth.
She was dreadfully embarrassed now that she had
finally confessed her lewd desire for her own daddy to her
mother, but on the other hand her mother didn't seem to be
very angry about it, although she had obviously been taken
by surprise.
"Well, I-I don't know," she managed to stammer
finally. She glanced up at her mother, who was still smiling
understandingly, and the benign look on her face gave her
courage. "I-I guess I've always loved daddy... it's just that
it's gotten more so lately..."
"You mean since your tits have been developing?
Is that it?"
"My-?"
"Your tits, dear. These." Georgia cupped her firm
little breasts in her hands and squeezed them. The cherry
nipples on their bulbous secondary mounds, surrounded by
pimples, seemed to jump right out at Karen's eyes.
"Yes, yes, I suppose so," the flustered teenager
said, her fingers still rummaging, trying to soothe the itch
in her vagina, but only causing more trouble than they were
worth.
"You mean since you started getting hair on your
pussy, is that it? Answer me!"
"Yes, mother..." The young girl-child looked up at
her beautiful, dominating mother. She sighed and pushed a
third finger into her squishingly wet pussy. Her fingers
began moving in and out more swiftly now.
Georgia ran her hand through the thirteen year old
blonde's pussy hair, which was like a fine copper wire.
Karen moaned at this titillation and began fingering herself
even faster. "Then you want him to push his long hard cock
up inside of your vagina, darling. That's all it will take.
Once your father's fucked you, you'll feel a lot better. Don't
you think so?"
Karen opened her eyes and nodded. Her mother's
face was so near she could feel the older woman's hot
breath on her face. Somehow she didn't feel embarrassed
anymore.
Her mother gripped her wrist and gently drew the
lovely teenager's fingers out of her wildly excited pussy.
"But you mustn't stick your fingers in your cunt, Karen. If
you really want your daddy, then you can't take a chance on
breaking your maidenhead, can you? You want to save your
purity for him, don't you?"
Karen nodded dumbly. The empty, itching feeling
in her loins was driving her crazy. She said at last, "Oh,
mother, I'm so glad I've started fucking at last. When the
dog was pushing his penis up into my behind I thought I
would die from it, it felt so wonderful. It started off nice,
and then became painful. and then it started feeling so great
I thought I would die from it. Honestly, mother. That's the
truth."
Georgia stroked her face gently, understandingly.
Funny how she had never noticed before what a powerfully
sexy beast her own daughter was. All that wealth of
platinum hair, and her breasts with their highly uptilted
secondary mounds, her tiny, almost non-existent waist, and
those hourglass hips tapering into long, well-formed and
graceful legs over slender dainty ankles. A girl like Karen
was almost a cartoon caricature of everything sexy.
The older woman smiled thoughtfully. In that
case," she said at length, "there's only one thing left to do.
You've got to seduce your father when he comes home
tonight."
Karen blushed again. "All right, mother but, how
will I do that?"
Georgia grinned and ran the smooth palm of her
open hand over her daughter's quivering, rosy-peaked
breasts. The pert teenager shivered and her nipples
stiffened ardently at this wanton tantalization. Her mother
said, "As if that would be difficult -- a young girl who looks
like you. Once he sees these tits he wouldn't be normal if he
didn't have a hard-on on the spot."
"Do-do you really think so?"
Georgia laughed. "I know so," she said exultantly.
Then she looked around. "But where's Wolf, now? We've
got a bit of unfinished business. Ah, there he is!"
The big German shepherd was sitting in a far
corner of the room, licking lazily on his softly lying pink
penis. Georgia took her daughter by the wrist and lifted her
up from the bed. "Come along, dear. You haven't sucked
his penis yet. You don't know Wolf loves that. You can
swallow a mouthful of his warm, delicious sperm between
now and the time your father comes home, and I'll sit on
our big darling's face and let him lap at my cunt. We'll
make a real nice orgy out of it."
"You-you're not jealous, mother?" the young love-
slave asked tremulously.
"Don't be silly! Wolf's a part of the family now.
And we've got to make your father see that! All right, on
your knees. And don't forget to push your finger up his
asshole. The little darling loves that."
Uttering a mindless little sigh of complete
surrender, and admitting to herself that she had wanted to
suck on Wolf's penis ever since she had first seen her
mother doing it, the girl got to her knees and gently took
the big dog's penis into her hand with a look on her face of
complete delight.
But they would have to hurry, because she wanted
to swallow his cum quickly and then get ready for her
father.
This was going to be the most beautiful day and
night of her life!

Chapter 11

Karen sat tremulously at the dinner table that
evening as she waited anxiously for their little adventure to
begin. Her mother had combed out her hair after she had
almost had an orgasm from sucking on Wolf's big juicy
penis and swallowing every last drop of his wildly spurting
animal semen.
Unfortunately she had not had that climax she had
so desperately needed, so that now she was feeling more
desire for her daddy than she ever had before. Because
gulping down Wolf's scalding hot cum had set her loins to
blazing madly. And that fire was still there, banked
partially, but still smoldering and ready to burst into belly-
consuming flames.
While Georgia had combed out her hair, Karen
had also confessed how she had rubbed against her father
that morning, pressing her breasts into his hard, muscular
body and working her cunt all over on his thigh until she
had felt his immense hard penis coming up between her
legs into the triangle of sparse curls covering her pussy. But
her mother wasn't mad -- far from it. Apparently she was
now too much in love with Wolf to care.
But wasn't she, Karen, in love with him, too? It
was hard to say. She knew that she adored sucking on his
penis and having him fuck her anal passage, but the feeling
was more like infatuation than real love. Perhaps she would
have a better chance to know for sure once she had a
chance to compare him with daddy. She shivered as she
considered this, and was tempted to giggle.
"What's with you, tonight?" asked her father
across the table as he stuffed a forkful of lamb chop into his
mouth. His eyes passed thrillingly over the open swells of
her breast hillocks. Her mother had encouraged her to wear
a low-cut sweater from her own collection, and no
brassiere. Then she had run ice cubes over Karen's sensitive
young nipples in order to make them stand out. For a
finishing touch she had added a touch of rouge to them, so
that daddy would want to suck on them. But wouldn't he
anyway?
"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary,"
he said.
Karen giggled and fluttered her eyelashes, which
her mother had elongated with black eyebrush. Georgia
laughed and put her hand on Howard's bulging genitals
under the table. So -- he did have the hots for their
daughter after all! He was stiff as a board!
"She's just in a giggly mood, Howard," she told
her husband, squeezing his bursting cock and balls gently.
"You know how teenage girls are in puberty."
He winced and shot her a dark, puzzled look.
What was up between these two?
Karen just smiled again and pushed some bright
platinum hair out of her eyes. She could hardly wait to
show her father the blonde little hairs on her pussy as well.
While Georgia had been combing out her hair
Karen also confessed that she had witnessed her mother
sucking on Wolf's penis and swallowing his squirting
animal sperm, but her mother didn't seem to mind. Instead
she had rambled aimlessly into discussing how Karen was
going to arrange to fornicate her father tonight.
They had it all worked out. The formula was
simple, really. The first move would be to get her mother
out of the way on some flimsy pretext. After that Karen
would have to depend on her own imagination. After all the
maturing she had done today, she didn't have any doubts
about her ability to manage the situation, although she was
a little bit nervous.
"Don't talk about puberty at the supper table,"
Howard said sternly. "Especially in front of Karen." He
dropped one hand underneath the table and covered hers
with it. She continued to gently milk his sexual organs, and
his cock was pumping itself full of blood in savage
expectation of a rollicking good fucking. He tried to signal
Georgia not to continue, but she appeared to ignore him.
Finally he just resigned himself to her astonishing lewd
behavior -- she had never done anything so aggressive
before -- and settled back to enjoy it.
"Oh, Karen's a big girl, I think, Howard. She
probably knows more about sex than you do."
Howard Rogers glanced speculatively at his
rapidly growing-up little girl. She probably did at that! He
noted with some heat that the ovals of her saucy red lips
were just perfectly formed for sucking. What a shame that
some lucky man would be the recipient of that exceptional
prize, some day, instead of himself. He closed his eyes and
his nostrils flared slightly as he visualized Karen's sweet
young mouth closing all warm and moist and soft about his
long hard cock.
"I suppose," he grunted after a bit. Then he opened
his eyes again. Georgia hadn't removed her hand from his
excitedly pulsating penis, and it felt as if it were about to
burst under her tantalizing fingers. "You know, we've
licked this thing with the newspapers," he said, trying to
change the subject. He leaned back in his chair with his
hands behind his head.
"OH?"
"That's right. We had a long talk with Don Ruben,
general counsel for the Tribune today. Their papers are
going to lay off the story, and I've got the same
commitment from M.F. the fourth. So from tomorrow it's
clear sailing. We had to make a financial adjustment on our
City Hall contract, but it didn't really amount to much."
Georgia beamed. "Well, isn't that nice! Then we
can all get back to normal around here again -- you know
what I mean? She fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly at
him, and he was amazed to find her fingers zipping open
his trousers and then fumbling through the waist band of
his shorts to scratch through his curly dark pubic hair until
they finally closed thrillingly about his thick pulsating
cock.
"Georgia!" he gasped, no longer able to control
himself. Her thumb passed over the eye of his penis,
rubbing off the seepage of pre-ejaculate that had appeared
there. He glanced at Karen, but she had her head down and
was twirling the lettuce on her plate. Apparently the child
had noticed nothing. Howard signaled to his wife
vigorously with his eyes, but to no avail. Again and again
she pretended not to notice him.
"Georgia," he finally rasped in a low voice, "what
on earth are you doing?"
But his wife only giggled. Finally he managed to
summon the strength of character to pull her hand away.
He crossed his legs just as there was a pronounced
scratching at the kitchen door.
"It's that goddamned dog again," he said
somewhat crossly, really peeved at his sexual frustration.
He looked at his gorgeous teen daughter again and his
penis gave a heart-stopping jerk.
"Oh, that's right," Georgia said, getting up from
the table and throwing down her napkin. "I'd better set a
little something out for him until I can get my coat and the
keys to the car."
"Keys to the car? Where are you going?"
Georgia opened the door and Wolf came inside
and settled with a slump to the tiles. He was intelligent
enough not to misbehave when a gentleman was present; he
had been extremely well-trained.
"I'm taking him to the animal shelter," said
Georgia, closing the door again. Then she went to the
refrigerator and began preparing her furry lover a little
something.
Howard considered that. He reached down with
one hand under the table and, face flaming, struggled to put
his penis back inside his pants and shorts. Then he zipped
himself up, uncomfortably aware of the loud whirl of the
metallic teeth meshing. "Probably make a good watchdog,"
he grunted after a moment's hesitation.
"Nevertheless, we shall see what we shall see,"
said Georgia. And she left the room to get her things as if
she were actually going for a drive. Howard watched her
walk off, just a trace puzzled. She smoothed her hands over
her sexily swaying hips and then was gone up the stairs.
After Georgia had left with Wolf, Howard coughed
several times as he wondered what to say to his beautiful
daughter across the dinner table. He felt as nervous as a boy
on a first date. It was somewhat unusual for them to be left
alone together in the house with Georgia gone. His wife
had never been one for going out in the evening by herself.
"Dinner okay?" he asked after a bit.
Karen stood up and seemed to stretch and yawn,
bending her long, slender arms at the elbows and bringing
her small fists to her mouth. "Yes, it was nice, daddy. Her
ripely budding breasts seemed to leap out at his face from
under the woolly cashmere light blue sweater which
perfectly matched her coloring. Her sweater appeared to
have accidentally opened a button so that now her cleavage
was really startling. The swelling hillocks of her healthy
young breasts were of such creamy smooth flesh that it was
all he could do to keep himself for reaching out for them.
"Golly," she breathed. "I just feel so lazy. Maybe
we'll just put on some music." And with that she jounced
into the living room, her long platinum curls bouncing
around her back, her surprisingly mature buttocks wiggling
in a sensual enticement.
Howard couldn't keep his eyes off her now. His
penis had remained huge and hard, and was currently
throbbing as if it were filled with gunpowder and about to
be detonated. He pushed back his chair and staggered to his
feet, wiping his lips clumsily with his napkin and dropping
it to the dinner table. He moved off after her as if he were
hypnotized.
Karen was putting a half dozen records on the
stereo, and in another moment it started rocking to
Crocodile Rock and several other standards of the afternoon
teenage dance shows on television.
Howard felt his blood boil as she started dancing
with that lascivious, abandoned rhythm so common among
kids these days. Christ! There was almost a wantonness
about the dance's movements. Frequently he had gotten an
erection while watching one of those shows on television
where pertly-breasted and fresh-looking long-haired
teenagers danced their guts and bodies out. And now
Karen, his very own daughter, was doing all of their
gyrations, her beautiful young breasts bobbing, her
hourglass hips shaking from side to side, her long platinum
blonde hair flying around!
She raised her arms and pursed her lips sexily. As
her lovely long arms moved up and back, her breasts
bounced that much more and her hips swayed titillatingly
in time to the raucous, primitive music.
"Karen," he gulped. "My-my dear... you..."
Suddenly it seemed as if yet another one of the
buttons on her sweater had come open, revealing yet
another gorgeously tantalizing expanse of soft warm flesh.
Howard was amazed to be able to glimpse one of the large
strawberry crests on her breasts, for the already low-cut
sweater had come open that much.
He loosened his necktie, the sweat pouring out on
his forehead. His tremendous erection was sticking up
pointedly in his pants, and he was at a total loss as to what
to do. Should he dance with her, or tell her to stop or what?
Karen interfered with his confused thoughts by
saying suddenly, "Don't you think I have nice titties,
daddy?" She emphasized her question by cupping her
sensually swaying mounds in her hands.
Howard gasped and snorted. He looked around as
if expecting to see Georgia come in any minute. "Well-I,
that is -- look here, young lady, you'd better behave -- and,
ah, and get yourself back together..."
But Karen only laughed deliciously, sensing her
impending triumph. Her mother had coached her in exactly
what to say, and although a lot of it was words she had
always been taught to think were naughty, she was
prepared to go through with it.
Suddenly she danced and swayed closer to her
father, humming through the music. The next button on her
brassiereless sweater fell away right on cue, and now both
of her breasts were in fairly plain view right down to their
nipples. "Daddy," she murmured huskily, reaching down to
grab the point where his cock was sticking out a mile. "If a
girl can't show her own father her breasts, then who can
she show them to?" Then she blinked as if pleasantly
surprised. "Why, daddy, your prick is all hard! You wanted
to see my titties! You want to touch them! Say you do!"
"Well, I--" He glanced at her firmly upthrust
breasts out of the corner of his eye, nervously wetting his
lips with his tongue. This was a dirty middle-aged man's
dream come true. Karen had such glorious young breasts
with those oversized nipples that no man could help but
want to suck on them. Then, before he knew what was
happening she was tattooing the back of his neck with her
fingernails and drawing his head down, down, down... until
the magnetic attraction between his lips and the nipples of
her left breast could no longer be fought...
"Oooooooh, daddy," she whistled ecstatically as
his mouth drew in her distended nipple and as much of the
surrounding breast flesh as he could get, sucking
ravenously like a baby who hadn't eaten in days.
"Oooooooooh, daddy darling," she sighed, her eyes rolling
upward, her hand reaching down for the elongated bulge of
his fully erect cock again. "You're sucking on my titties like
you've wanted to do for a vereeeeeey long time.
Arrgggghhhhhooooooooo darling..."
Karen had never had anyone's lips fastened on her
sensitive mounds of flesh before, and as her father sucked
hungrily, his hand came up to grip her other breast,
squeezing it and twisting it. She groaned and panted for
air. Who would have thought that a man playing with her
breasts like this would have such a wild effect on her? Her
virginal little cunt was flowing in heated anticipation,
soaking her pussy-hair.
As for Howard, he felt delirious. He had never
seen such firmly magnificent breasts before, and the fact
that they belonged to his own precocious thirteen year old
daughter made them all the more exciting. He sucked,
mouthed, nibbled and licked ravenously. Her large hard
nipple was batted about by his tongue and then nibbled
thrillingly with his teeth. Karen squeezed the bulge in his
pants lasciviously and moaned, her beautiful head lying
back in wantonness, her shining white hair lying all the
way down to the top of her curvaceous buttocks.
"You-you don't mind, do you, daddy? That I let
you suck on my tits like this?"
"Gllrrmph."
"Oooooh," she exulted, squeezing his genitals
hungrily. "I've wanted to suck on your prick for ages,
daddy. Ooooh, soooo nice..."
Howard pushed her back toward the couch until
she sat down on it. By now he was so out of his mind with
desire he had totally forgotten Georgia and wouldn't have
given a damn anyway if she had showed up. All his loins
could think of was fucking his own beautiful, platinum-
haired daughter.
He propped up her legs so that her mini-skirt fell
off to the sides, and was surprised to find that she wasn't
wearing any panties. Her blonde pussy hair was all wet and
the seeping oval wet folds of her open cunt looked as shiny
as if they had been greased.
"God," he murmured in adoration of all that
platinum blonde pussy hair and her open, desirable young
cunt. Karen was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in
his life. He pushed his hands under her firmly resilient
buttocks and drew her toward his mouth as if her pink
cuntal slit were a slice of watermelon. In another moment
his lips were moving through her sparse pubic curls and
then touching her moist quivering pussy. He slipped his
tongue in through the hot layers of wet flesh to locate her
hypersensitive clitoris, and sucked on it madly, dragging
little cries, groans and sighs of ecstasy from her deep
within her lust-constricted throat.
"Oh! Oh! Daddy! If you only knew how great that
feels! Oh my God! Please! Oh daddy! Fuck meeee!"
This last lewd phrase pushed the mindlessly
aroused young father completely over the edge of reason.
Staggering to his feet to straighten out his pants, he
unzipped them and pushed down his shorts as well.
Karen gasped as her father's long hard cock
sprang upward out of its confining clothing. She felt as if
she were going blind with happiness. This was the moment
she had waited for!
"Fuck me, dadeeeeee!!" she cried, pointing to her
wetly quivering vagina. "I'm a virgin. Darling, I've been
saving myself for you! Please fuck me!"

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