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Subject: "The Family Pet" Chapter 2
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The Family Pet
Chapter 2
It hadn't always been like this. Far from it, in fact, when they
were courting, first in high school and then in college, Howard had
been
as ardent a swain as any girl could ask for. It had really taken all
her
willpower to retain her virginity until they were married. All those
years of struggling, of fighting him off, in order to preserve her
honor.
It was far from easy, being so hopelessly in love with Howard as she
had
been.
Georgia could remember their first struggle very clearly still.
It
was their second date and Howard had taken her to the Max Straus Social
Center on Wilson Avenue. He was driving his father's four-door black
Oldsmobile at the time. (Why did the Rogers always buy black
Oldsmobiles?) After the usual socializing and propriety, he had taken
her
up a quiet lane on Albany Street and parked in an empty lot that was
completely surrounded by tall trees.
She had been crazy about Howard from the very first. For one
thing
he was on the school football team and was known to be very strong and
tough. And he was so good looking, and such a sharp dresser, too, with
his white letter sweaters and colorful ties.
So she hadn't minded a bit when he took her into his arms, there
in
the front seat of the Olds. She was fifteen and he was almost
seventeen,
and he really turned her on. Before then she hadn't even been excited
by
kissing. But when she felt Howard's thrusting male hardness straining
to
break through his Levi's where it pressed against her bare thigh, a
flood
of emotions was unleashed in her totally unlike anything she had ever
felt
before.
She didn't think of protesting at first. Howard was kissing her
as
no decent boy ever had before, with his tongue sliding all the way into
her mouth and filling it up, lapping at her tongue and probing at her
teeth. And she found it delicious, like nothing she had ever done
before,
and the sensual little thrills he was causing were burning a lewd path
right down into her belly. Eventually she was licking him back, their
mouths glued wetly together and their tongues thrusting in a passionate
semblance of intercourse. And with his enormous, powerfully throbbing
penis pressing so heatedly against her leg, she was quite taken away.
Up till then she had heard vaguely of what a man's penis must be
like, but she had formed no exact picture in her mind of its power and
dominating force. She had only heard that when a man puts his penis
inside a girl, it was supposed to feel good.
But this -- this was heaven! Just feeling its pressure against
her
softly yielding young flesh was enough to give her the bends. She
wouldn't have broken off that kiss for the world.
If only Howard hadn't abruptly slid his fingers up through the
naked
smoothness of her parted thighs.
"Howar-mmuurrff ..." She had struggled then to break off their
soul
kiss as one of his fingers insinuated itself slowly but insistently
underneath the modestly damp elastic crotch-band of her panties in
order
to tickle into her desire-moistened pubic curls and finally move
between
the swollen outer lips of her burning young cunt.
How surprised she had been to find that she was wet down there,
just
from Howard's kissing! She had never even masturbated before, and had
always regarded herself as a decent girl within the context of those
times, and then to discover that a little kissing from an expert like
Howard Rogers could make her pussy flow like a river swollen by spring
rains!
"Howard -- please! Let me go!" She had finally managed to break
from his mouth and tried to push his shoulders back with her hands.
Not that that helped matters much. For his finger was still
arcing
and delving inside the warmly seeping confines of her cuntal lips, and
her
belly felt as if it were swarming with bees.
"You seem to be getting all juicy down there, Georgia," he said
with
just the slightest adolescent smirk of over-confidence, his finger
continuing to circle around obscenely up between her trembling thighs.
In moral panic, the red haired virgin tried to grip her boy
friend's
wrist to try to draw his hand away from there, but it felt so heavenly
she
wanted to swoon, and her grasp was very weak against his determined and
muscular assault.
"Pleeeeaaassse no, Howie ... oh ... what . . . what are you
doing
to me ..." she wailed piteously.
"Just doing what you want me to, girl," he said worming his middle
finger around over the sensitive bud of her clitoris until she thought
she
was dying, it felt so fantastic. Her thighs seemed to part despite her
best intentions, and then his single thick finger was sliding
effortlessly
in and out of her virginal cunt, on that swollen river of liquid fire
that
seemed to have come out of nowhere.
She was mystified and alarmed at the way her body was betraying
her.
With his middle finger plunged all the way into her cunt and wiggling
around inside it, the knuckles of his other fingers all smashed her
passion-soaked pubic hair in a wild friction of lust back against her
pulsating clitoris, and she knew a level of delight that completely
transcended any sensation she had ever dreamed existed. If this was
sex,
it was the most wonderful thing in the world! She wanted more of it,
more
of it, not less!
But the fifteen year old girl's head was still in the First
Episcopalian Church of Glencoe, and it was telling her body furiously
--
You wretch! If you enjoy this, you're committing a sin! It's sinful
to
have anything to do with sex without being married!
And this seemed to galvanize her fading resolve to have one last
try
at protecting her moral virtue. "But-but," she said through
chattering,
lust-ridden teeth, "you'll r-ruin m-me, Howie ... it's-it's not right!
Stop!"
Mystified by this renewed protest, the young football player
suddenly
slid his finger down and out of her gasping hot pussy, the walls of
which
seemed to clasp desperately after it until finally the complete and
aching
separation was made.
"Gosh, Georgia, you're really serious, aren't you?" he said,
bewildered.
In that terrible moment her loins wanted his finger back inside of
her more than anything in the whole world. Her lower belly felt as if
it
were doing somersaults. If he hadn't taken his finger out when he did,
she wouldn't have been able to find the strength to protest again. She
would merely have rationalized ecstatically that she had done all she
could, and that, therefore, in the eyes of God it would be no blemish
on
her honor if Howie continued and finished the job of raping her with
his
thick middle finger.
But no, it was not to be. Howard actually took her seriously at
last
and gave her clinging moist loins the respite they no longer desired.
She
closed her thighs tightly together and began weeping softly.
"Wow, Georgia," he said, stroking her arm and trying to comfort
her.
"Hey, hey, calm down. Are you ... you're not really ... a virgin ...
are
you?"
"Yes, I am!"
"Hey, I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I didn't realize."
He automatically held her close as she sobbed her heart out. She
wasn't quite sure why she was crying -- perhaps it was because he had
taken his finger out. Anyway, it seemed the proper and well-brought up
thing to do, although, in actual fact, she felt no pain anywhere, or
any
shame either.
It was very nice being comforted by Howard, though. Georgia's
voluptuously firm full breasts heaved and quivered as they pressed into
her boy friend's hard muscular chest. His hands stroked her shivering
back as if he were gentling a startled mare, his face pressed against
hers
so that his nose was buried in all that warmly scented long red hair of
hers.
"Oh--I think I'm falling in love with you, Georgia," he said,
feeling
his penis expand madly and protest till it hurt against the tight
confines
of his pants.
"I know," she whispered between sobs. "I-I can feel it, too."
And, indeed, she had become stuck on him in that instant, and,
afterwards, never had eyes for anyone else. Even though he did nothing
more with her that evening and controlled his flaming testicles like a
saint until she knew -- gleefully almost, because it was, after all, a
compliment -- that he must be in terrible pain.
That evening he kissed her good-night at the door very demurely
and
stroked her soft face, promising to phone her again soon. She clutched
him desperately, wondering if he really meant it? Or had he lost his
respect for her, now that he had his finger in her cunt? Or maybe he'd
never call her again because she hadn't let him go all the way. Oh
God,
she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't.
"Yes," he reassured her with great tenderness, lightly touching
her
soft warm hair. "It's all right between us, Georgia, because we love
each
other. You'll see."
Georgia's female instinct hadn't believed a word of it ... boys
really had to say things like that, didn't they? It didn't matter if
you
never heard from the guy again, the important thing was that he had
claimed to respect you at the time. Then both sides were absolved of
all
guilt and could rationalize away the entire incident. Georgia
understood
all these things with the feminine instinct ingrained in her very bones
like a radioactive isotope. She needed no instruction in sexual
psychology. She had been forged in the furnace of evolution ... but it
certainly didn't make this "first time" good-night any easier on either
of
them, for Georgia very definitely wanted to be seeing more of this
Howard
Rogers. And, luckily, she did.
In the weeks, months and years to come, both knowingly and
unknowingly, she teased Howard almost to the breaking point. And
little
by little their passion did escalate somewhat. She permitted him to
feel
her full, firmly set breasts, but only from outside her sweater. This
served a dual purpose -- whetting her eager boy friend's appetite for
what
he would be getting after marriage, and also providing for the most
enjoyable fondling caresses which made the sparks to her loins fly so
hot
and fast she nearly came in her panties every time he did it.
Georgia's
breasts were so high-set and proudly rounded and had never been touched
this way by anyone else. The inexperienced young teenager could barely
repress her moans of rapture as he roughly squeezed and stroked her
breasts, but she never again let him put his hand up between her legs
and
always went out with some sort of protection stuffed up inside. This
acted to absorb some of her lascivious cuntal seepage during their
heavy
petting sessions, but really did not prevent her thighs from becoming
moist.
As time went on she additionally permitted Howard to masturbate in
the front seat, his one hand jerking lewdly on the lust-thickened
length
of his penis while his other hand played with her breasts like this.
And
then she would hold him and caress him and whisper sweet endearments
while
he panted out his release.
But, somehow, willy-nilly, she still managed to put him off until
he
was well into his second year of college before, subtly afraid that she
was losing him to some blonde sorority beauty, she got him to "force"
her
to agree to elope.
After that they never looked back.
Howard was a most satisfactory lover in the early years of their
marriage, although he did occasionally have a nasty habit of suggesting
obscene things -- such as that she should take his penis into her
mouth,
which, of course, she would never do. Georgia did not regard herself
as a
prude in this respect. She enjoyed normal sex and had orgasms quite
often. They were usually pleasant quiet affairs, but quite adequate to
relax her.
She regarded normal sex -- that is, intercourse committed in
"missionary position" -- as a right of married couples -- nay, almost
as a
duty. And, anyway, it was the most comfortable position for her. As
for
the "perversions," like fellatio and cunnilingus, she could dismiss
them
as unnatural. After all, they couldn't produce children, could they?
And
really she found even the thought of them disgusting.
And so it was that when, for some reason, Howard ceased making
love
to her recently, she had little notion for anything else. Indeed, she
would have been offended if he had tried to satisfy her with his tongue
or
in any other way. For that would have been unnatural.
This was all part of what ran through the frustrated housewife's
mind
as she went to look for their German shepherd visitor.
"Wolf! Oh Wolf!" she called, not reflecting that her furry guest
would have no way of knowing the name she had selected for him.
"Oh Wolf!" She pushed open the back door, and then the screen
door,
and her heart jumped. He was nowhere in sight! "Wolf! Wolf!!" Where
was that interesting vagabond, anyway? She was out on the colored
blocks
of the patio now, and the fresh morning air was cold on her ankles.
She
hadn't realized how much she was looking forward to the dog's company
until suddenly he was no longer there, and her heart raced in a way
that
she would have thought obscene if she were looking around for a human
male.
"Wolf! Oh, there you are."
The rough looking animal inclined its head and looked at her
pleasantly from his sleepy corner around the side of the house, his
face
almost in a smile. He had been waiting for the nice lady who had been
so
good and who smelled so exciting to him. Now he was settled down in a
sphinx-like position over the bare lamb bone, which he had been gnawing
comfortably as he daydreamed about the soft white body he had glimpsed
the
times her housecoat ballooned outward.
"It's time for your bath, Wolf," Georgia said, looking down at
him.
This was awkward. She wanted to give him a bath, but, at the same time
he
was still a strange dog, and there was never any telling how he might
behave if she forcibly tried to get him up and into the house. So she
merely wrung her hands together, adding more coquettishly than she
knew,
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to come into the house for a nice
bath?"
Surprisingly, these were words that "Wolf" understood. He had
heard
them often enough before from other pleasant, well-meaning ladies. He
abruptly got up on his feet and moved past her to the back door, where
he
stood wagging j his tail and panting, looking back at his red haired
benefactress to open it for him.
"Well, you are clever, aren't you?" said Georgia, pleasantly
surprised.
Wolf barked. It was the first time he had done so, and Georgia
did
not find it all unpleasant. Smiling, she followed him back to the
kitchen
door and held both doors open for him as he scampered inside. Then he
let
her go ahead of him up the stairs to the second floor.
Georgia could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made
her way to the bathroom with the furry German shepherd right behind her
and occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his
rough
fur along her silk-smooth skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her
soft inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-
starved pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and
her subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious
level
to admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal
erotically
intoxicating.
"Well, here we are, handsome," she said as they entered the
bathroom.
And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for
her
to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly
proportioned flesh in all of its Junoesque desirability.
Wolf's big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and
spell-binding
presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent
of
her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with
an
answering desire.
Georgia turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized
that
Wolf's burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. She
glanced instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away.
There was certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal, was there?
She looked at her firm highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After
all,
it was not as if it were a man she was alone with, was it?
Laughing nervously, the redheaded housewife bent down and gave
Wolf a
light fondling around his snout. "You devil," she giggled. "You've
got
eyes that get right up between a woman's legs, and you know it, don't
you?"
Wolf gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Georgia really
liked
the dog now, and, after all, any admirer was better than none. Feeling
like Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding
mirrors, she realized that even Howard hadn't looked at her supple,
curvaceous flesh like that in a dog's age. Was that fair?
Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing
red
hair. Then she turned away from Wolf towards the bathtub, presenting
to
him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly
before
his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then bent
over
in order to turn on the faucets.
From this position Wolf could make out just the barest wisps of
her
pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of
her
smoothly formed ass-cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar
anticipation.
Georgia meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable
temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be
sure
it wouldn't be too hot or too cold for the nice doggy, who had strayed
to
her door. And in that moment of complete and vulnerable exposure, with
her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Wolf's face, the young
wife
had an experience that would have been predictable for a worldly woman
of
wider sexual experience, but which for Georgia Rogers constituted
perhaps
the most shattering physical adventure she had ever had -- or thought
about -- in her entire life.
For, in that moment suspended between time and space, poised with
all
of her lusciously tempting nakedness undulating in sexual promise over
the
bath, she suddenly felt the hot, swiping lick of a long animal tongue
moving wetly from an artful point just below her curl-fringed pussy
lips,
stroking ardently through her quiescent cuntal furrow, and up sharply
through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly at her
virginal little anus!
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