Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Science Fiction, Zoophilia, Anal Sex, Bestiality, .
Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Research Lab Creates Friendly Mutant That Escapes
The spring sunshine fell warmly through the open window onto the naked torso of the tall full-breasted cinnamon redhead who was stretching and yawning, her voluptuously proportioned up-swept 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 the entire sheet fell away from her opulently contoured body, revealing, beside the ripe fullness of her lust-inciting breasts, her washboard taut muscular belly, the tiniest of waists, flawless tanned skin, and just the hint of short trimmed burnished cinnamon red pubic hair at the center of her loins that had been lasered in a triangle and every thing else removed. She had the unusual sort of cinnamon hair coloring seen only rarely -- bright coppery hair and the most perfect of tan 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.
As she stretched she fluffed out her long lustrous hair, which had never been cut, only trimmed. 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. The three times a week weight workouts combined with a 5 mile jog every other day in the mountainous area they resided in.
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 science research affairs. His company had entered in a long-term Department of Defense top-secret medical research program. Consequently his entire organization seemed currently to be in a constant state of upheaval and anxiety over what new project proposals would arrive with each new day and -- in particular - what secret projects were to be developed. And her Howard had been one of the original prime movers who had clinched the deal.
Georgia caressed 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. The boss has given up his diamond rings even. No more small pinkies. Imagine. He won't be able to show his face in public."
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 short silk housecoat over her glowing body and went downstairs to start breakfast.
Going to the refrigerator, Georgia began in an orderly fashion to organize breakfast for Howard. 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 short silk housecoat normally fell open quite a lot in the ordinary course of things due to the nature of the material 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 robe tightly about her waist, she went to the back door and peered outside, but couldn't see a thing unusual there. The small community 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 and was startled by the largest dog she had ever seen!
Well, this was a handsome animal! A huge dog, but what a magnificent animal! The height of the tallest Great Dane but the stout and wide dense muscular body of a rottweiller. It had on a strange dented electronic collar with LED lights embedded but the lights were not on, the collar had a tag that had X69 stamped upon it. It looked up at her with big mournful startling emerald green eyes, she could not recall ever seeing a dog with green eyes before. His coat was so rough that there was the distinct impression that he had recently been in a fight. His short hair was very shaggy and dirty and seemed to go in every direction. His mouth opened slightly and Georgia glimpsed a very long fullish powerful red tongue.
"Well, and where have you come from? My, don't you look hungry. Wait right there and I will bring you something." Georgia 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 huge animal 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, elegant torso, causing her robe 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 green eyes fastened on the contrasting tanned body and the gleaming whiteness of her breasts where the tiny triangle top she had worn sunbathing had covered them, and he totally ignored the food. Georgia blushed instinctively and tried to hold her robe more snugly to her body with one elbow while bending over to put the dishes down on the slate tiles 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 in case any where around.
Though the animal's eyes burned on what he glimpsed of her smooth tanned 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 dog, and he was certainly considerably larger than any dog she has seen before, even those at the annual dog shows she and Howard went to, and that's the way she found herself thinking of him -- Wolf. When his eyes glanced up at her momentarily, she was quite stunned by the intensity of the fiery emerald green 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 fiery green 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 schoolgirl going through her first wild flirtation. But that was ridiculous!
Georgia continued standing at the back door, studying the large brute. "Oh, but he is magnificent, isn't he? He looks positively dangerous." An involuntary shiver broke through her flesh. She had never seen an animal of such majestic proportions -- or one so dirty, wandering the small remote community in the rugged mountains they lived in. 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 green eyes and devilish pointy ears that rose up very high and peaked above his massive skull. His body, even where he lay on the slate patio, could be seen to be thickly rippled muscle and powerful. His teeth, as he ripped the lamb flesh from its bone, were patently those of a trained and vicious watchdog, and Georgia 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.
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.
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. Georgia came around and gave him 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 wife's perfumed 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.
"More coffee, dear?" Georgia asked sweetly as she poured.
There was a growling and scratching noise. "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 a 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," said Georgia.
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 animal glanced up at her, and then quickly set to wolfing down the meat.
On the back steps, Georgia felt suddenly silly standing there clucking and cooing over a 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 fiery green eyes of his and she got the most pleasant sensual 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 to herself, "no doubt someone will be along to claim him after a bit ... he is a very handsome animal that appears to be well trained" "Or he might just run off and leave us. But what about in the meantime? What should I call him in the meantime?"
Georgia looked down thoughtfully at the husky animal, which was so expertly wolfing down the hamburger she had set before him. Somehow a animal 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! Georgia grinned, "He seems to have a wolfish-type personality"
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 green, like enormous fiery pools filled with weird almost-human knowledge, strange she has never seen a dog with green eyes before. 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 silk robe 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, Georgia was at last able to relax with a sigh on the four-seat leather couch in the living room. Her robe had parted open to reveal her long, tan smooth legs all the way up to the short kinky cinnamon red triangle patch growing above the soft furrow that lay between her thighs. She could afford this state of abandon now that everyone was gone. 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 research projects his company had handled. 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 society prudes 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.
She briefly thought about going upstairs and perusing her collection of adult "toys" and popping in an adult DVD that she and Howard use to enjoy watching together.
The tormented young redhead 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 females 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 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 the dog needed a bath, 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 her husband 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 him up. She had promised that she would -- although it didn't occur to her to question just whom she had made this promise to. Her dark eyes blinked prettily as she got up, drawing her silk robe 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.
Georgia & Howard The Beginning
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 fourth 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 Oldsmobile's?) 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, he was six feet five and muscular. 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 kissing hadn't even excited her. But when she felt Howard's large 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, especially the size of the one that Howard possessed. 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 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 pussy.
How surprised she had been to find that she was wet down there, just from Howard's kissing! She had never even masturbated before, (but she quickly learned how to when she got home that night!) 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, " he said worming his long large middle finger around over the sensitive bud of her protruding clitoris until she thought she was dying, it felt so fantastic. Her thighs seemed to part on their own volition despite her best intentions, and then his single long 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 long 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 throbbing 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 teenage 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, it would be no blemish on her honor if Howie continued and finished the job of fucking her with his long 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 up-tilted 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 goodnight 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 pussy? Or maybe he'd never call her again because she hadn't let him go all the way. Oh Damn! 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" goodnight 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. 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 with a pronounced up tilt to them and proudly rounded and had never been touched this way by anyone else. She could barely repress her moans of rapture as he stroked her breasts and put his hand up between her legs, her lascivious cuntal seepage flowing during their heavy petting sessions.
As time went on she masturbated Howard in the front seat, one hand jerking lewdly on the lust-thickened length of his penis while her other hand and Howard's hands played with her breasts and finger fucked her pussy. They would tightly hold and caress each other and whisper sweet endearments while they panted out their releases, at times she thought she might give in but always she was a little fearful of Howie's very large penis and if she could accept it.
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 excellent and satisfactory lover in the early years of their marriage, although he did occasionally have a nasty habit of suggesting obscene things, which, of course, she would never do. Georgia did not regard herself as a prude in this respect. She enjoyed normal sex and always had tremendous orgasms that were quite adequate to relax her. As for the things like fellatio and cunnilingus, she did not like the thought of some penis erupting in her mouth but the cunnilingus, that was wonderful.
And so it was that when, for some reason, Howard ceased making love to her recently, she had started ordering more various dildos and movies, meanwhile trying to think of someway to introduce the new toys and movies into their almost non-existent sex life without hurting his feelings. This was all part of what ran through the frustrated housewife's mind as she went to look for the visitor.
"Wolf! Oh Wolf!" she called, not reflecting that her 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 slate patio now, and the fresh mountain morning air was cold on her ankles. The backyard was several acres in size, with tall heavy hedgerows and trees all along the property lines. The houses were wildly spaced from each other and you could not see the other houses. It was a gated community several miles from town of forty residences, mostly all who worked at the Dept. of Defense medical research facility that lay on the other side of the mountain. Mostly it was people their own age that lived there, a large portion of the women were stay at home wives and they had various group activities they all did together like exercise and the weekly coffee klatch down at the clubhouse. 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 tan body he had glimpsed the times her robe 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 very large 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 his tail and panting, looking back at his cinnamon 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 Wolf 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 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 robe from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly proportioned flesh in all of its Junoesque desirability.
Wolf's big green eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spellbinding 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 green-eyed 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 and she was startled at the length and power of it. Georgia really liked the dog now, and, after all, any admirer was better than none. Feeling like Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous taut 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 cinnamon hair. Then she turned away from Wolf towards the bathtub, presenting to him the juicy rounds of her small firm buttocks, which shifted 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 short trimmed tightly curled triangle of pubic above her pussy, the slightly spread and parted juncture of her smoothly formed muscular ass-cheeks and of her visible nether, her pussy was completely visible and denuded of hair, her short pussy lips openly parted as she bent over, 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 Wolf, who had strayed to her door ... And in that moment of complete and vulnerable exposure, with her naked slightly spread buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Wolf's face, the pussy lips widely parted, 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, long powerful tongue moving wetly from an artful point just below small triangle of hair, across her exposed clit (she had an almost non-existent clitoral hood), stroking ardently through her quiescent open cuntal furrow, and up sharply through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly at her virginal little anus!
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Later Georgia was never quite sure where her groan had come from as her knees sagged and threaten to give way. Certainly there had been no indication preceding it that her loins would convulse so heatedly under that initial lengthy stroke of Wolf's hot wet powerful 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, a dog she'd never seen before that morning!
Before she could get a grip on herself, the animal repeated his lewd act, this time curling his tongue like a scroll and pushing it obscenely up through the widely opened 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 that came from she knew not where.
"Wolf -- No! Good doggy!" Without a thought as to whether the animal 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 animal continued his licking with another hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid opened 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 thoughts 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 Damn, Wolf, get away! Can't you see what you're doing to me, you crazy animal! Get away!
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 Wolf 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 highly well trained 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 extrordinarily smart animal 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 fiery green 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 thing," 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 again. That's bad, don't you know that?" Wolf cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful green intelligent 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 to a painful point of hardness. If that was the effect of a little playful show of affection by a charming animal like this one, then Howard had definitely left her alone one night too long! Surely Wolf 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 Wolf, 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 tan lines contrasting with her milk-white breasts ballooning nakedly against his 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 unkempt body, his fur tickling titillating at the already sensitively puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been unusually tender and the feel of his muscular body against her smooth, sleek tan 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? They talked about it often enough when they went to the dog shows
"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, her pussy lips becoming even more engorged, swollen and openly parted. 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 an 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.
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. If she could wait that long, tempting as it was, to raid her adult toy collection, she had a new interesting one she hadn't tried yet. 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 cinnamon hair back over her shoulder.
She hugged Wolf, her firm 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, she thought she actually felt something running such was the amount of moisture being generated! But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the bathroom floor and spread her legs for him -- for this animal! -- 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.
She knew that the wetness from her hopelessly aroused vagina was seeping and dripping off. She chanced a glance and was shocked to see her pussy lips greatly swollen and widely parted, dewdrops of moisture hanging from the open folds then dripping off in what seemed to be time dilated slow motion 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 her hug from Wolf 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? If I didn't know better, I believe you were trained to do that! 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."
Due to Wolf's height, all he had to do was step over the edge of the bath and with an effortless little shuffle born of long experience, step over the edge with his hind legs, into the soapy warm water. "Well, there's just a little too much water, but you stay there and behave yourself while I take the plug out. I'm warning you."
The big animal grinned, its large tongue lolling out. True to her word, she watched him carefully as she turned revealing that glorious view and 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 green 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 that the others have not taught him.
Even though she now had some inkling of the animal'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 robe back on, like that would help it was so short and it came to just below her buttocks. So despite all the warning she had, Georgia was still to some extent blissfully unaware of the true situation as her visitor waited in patience with his big green 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 open 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 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 muscular 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 animal 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 surrounds. So that was what a dog's penis looked like ... it sure was large, no, make that massive and it was just barely poking out! In that instant the naive housewife was hypnotized with curiosity. Unthinkingly her hands began to soap more and more under and around the 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, they were much larger than a human's 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 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 head, and couldn't help but think back to that lewd fiery licking 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 very, very large penis, she could see that, and there appeared to be more of it than what was now visible. 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 much, much bigger than her husband's, and Howard had a pretty large and long penis, close to ten inches -- and yet it was still expanding!
What would it feel like to have such a massive long and thick 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 animal, 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?
Little did Georgia realize Wolf was specifically bred for high intelligence, even far surpassing chimpanzee or dolphin intelligence, had highly developed mental and physical capabilities and specialized training.
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, she glanced down and could actually see rivulets of her moisture running down and dripping off her pussy lips and starting to form a small puddle on the floor. 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! An animal 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 soapsuds to grow to truly astounding proportions! Georgia's long-fingered hands groped and massaged obscenely beneath his belly, feeling along the entire fearfully pulsing throbbing massive length of his penis. She was quite fascinated at the way his penis tapered up to the tip. Georgia estimated the cock was now well over eleven inches from tip to the slight bulge she could feel and see. 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 large testicles throbbing in her gently cupping palms, and she knew they were churning with cum inside.
For a moment she seemed to go dizzy. It was wildly erotic to be fondling the extremely large 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 slid her middle finger across the warm sticky open lips of her cunt, finding them moist and swollen and 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, her mind raced over her dildo selection!
Wolf whimpered and her attention was drawn back to him. "Was I neglecting you?" she cooed, both her hands once more milking his desire-enlarged cock and balls. His penis now over twelve and a half inches long, 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. Her thumb and forefinger were widely separated, nowhere near touching each other around the massive thickness.
"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. 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 she was surprised when some pre cum forcefully squirted from the tip onto her firm breasts, dripping off her hardened nipple.
"It's -- it's like a club. Oh my God, what's coming over me? You know, don't you? You've wanted it all along, right? You're a devilish seducer!"
Wolf seemed to laugh, and then suddenly his long pink tongue darted forward to lick her throat, breasts and nipples. This time Georgia was again taken completely by surprise, and in addition she was still holding the massive member in her hand, and this made his licking doubly exciting.
Her pussy was becoming literally drenched with her honey-like cuntal moisture as he thrust his enormous powerful tongue at her nakedly heaving breasts, licking at her sensitive nipples until Georgia could not keep back a heartfelt moan of pure ecstasy.
Her pussy 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 licking! And she would have fucked anything that walked in the door at that very instant!
"But, -- where -- oh, OH!..." The aroused redhead gasped incoherently, not knowing who, or what or where she was. All she knew was that this powerfully demanding animal was making her cunt literally churn with lust. While one hand seemed to be moving helplessly, wonderingly all over the magnificent body as he stood there so motionlessly in the bath, Georgia's other hand moved over her hotly quivering thighs which felt as if they were disintegrating, down across her swollen protruding clitoris, then down and across the moisture of her passion trickling by the seeming cupful from her wildly tingling walls and trembling swollen open pussy lips onto the already expanding puddle on the floor.
Her tremulous breasts felt swollen to bursting and as if they were being caressed by hundreds of tiny hands. The intensity of the long fluid hot tongue swiping repeatedly across her nipples, 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 pussy again. Maybe that would relieve some of the terrible, maddening itch in her loins ... then she would reach for one of her dildos, OH!, 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 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 obscenely 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 an overly sized, lust-engorged penis. She wanted to laugh out loud. At her age, to be as apprehensive as a young bride! Imagine!
She watched as Wolf stepped 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. Georgia grabbed a heavy plush towel and began to quickly dry Wolf off, her heavy breasts swaying with the toweling, her nipples brushing against his fur causing erotic feeling to burst forth as she recalled the time she and Howard fucked on a bearskin rug up at the family cabin. 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, " she whispered, blowing warmly into one of his pointed ears until Wolf quivered with hot delight. "Hurry. Come 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 inflamed pussy if it was the last thing she ever did! No one would ever know ... and she needed it so badly.
"Hurry!" 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 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 toned woman held the bedroom door open for Wolf, and then closed it tightly behind him. The huge animal 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 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, did it even matter?
"Move over," she commanded, and he did so as she lay down on one side of the king sized 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 tan legs were completely spread open in the center of the bed, and she allowed herself a luxury as she pressed two of her fingers in between her steaming wet open cuntal lips and driving them deep inside her churning vagina until a stifled groan of desire broke from her lips.
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 animal 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 animal 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 open wet furrow of her vulnerably spread vagina, ripping her soul to shreds.
"AARRGGGGHHHHHHHH," she groaned, her beautiful cinnamon-trussed 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 fiery green pools of his hot and sexy 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 forbiddingness of their situation added a measure of excitement that was exotic in the extreme. As the big 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. Every other lick swirled around her nether region, threatening to penetrate the tightly puckered opening. 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 seducer drove his long powerful hot thick tongue right up into her tight pussy, wedging it in as deeply as he could. Then when he'd done that, he began pulling and pushing his tongue in and out of her convulsing vagina with a savagely swift, staccato-like movement.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Wolf! What are you doing!" she screamed as he snaked his tongue 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 tongue driving in and out and then lashing back and forth against her pussy and vulnerable ass 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 fucking her with his tongue! And she was loving every minute of it!
Frantic with desire, she gripped his ears wildly, all the while she was moaning as if she were delirious with fever.
"Oh! OH! DAAAAAAAAMN!" she crooned, her head flailing from side to side and her long cinnamon hair flying madly around the pillow. This was totally the most mind-splitting experience she'd ever had. His tongue was pumping in and out of her loins like an oil drill, making her lust spiral higher and higher with each lewd thrust. She could feel the bristly tough hairs all around his handsome jaws whisking over her cunt. 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 woman, with her pelvis gyrating obscenely all over crazily thrusting tongue, 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'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 animal 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, feeling the pre-cum forcefully squirting against her legs.
A savage shudder of pure desire rippled through Georgia's hopelessly turned on flesh. She was almost there now, and the sight of her lover's enormous penis forced her still higher. The sheer eroticism of her mad situation made her feel giddy to the point of weightlessness. Here she way, lying on her own bed in her own bedroom, being ruthlessly tongue fucked by this animal! 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 engorged pussy seemed to be carried away on a tide of sensuality. "Wolf!" she panted breathlessly. "That's it! Oh, That's It!!" 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 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 cunt that dominated her soul totally and without mercy. Frenetic sensations of pure desire seemed to be ripping her apart.
"Oh good ... that's it ... love me, lick me ... oh damn that feel sooo goood!..." She trembled thrillingly beneath his lavish tongue 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 nether region. Georgia uttered a mindless little cry of pure heaven as the long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip as it searingly penetrated her tightly clenched ass and then withdrew and splayed over the engorged open 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, through the parted swollen open cleft of her pussy, drawing with a scorching heat upward and in between the swollen lips, and then finishing with an agonizingly electrifying twist at the delicate protruding swollen bud of her already hotly vibrating clitoris!
Georgia gurgled like a baby, out of her mind with ecstasy. "Aaaarrrrgggggmur fffuuuccckkkk..." This was unlike any other feeling in the world. She wanted to burn up in it! Pressing her fingers into his soft 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 tan thighs, singing her exposed and vulnerable loins that were humping so lewdly up into his face, her 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 head was pursuing her pussy with an adoration she had never known from her own husband.
As for Wolf, 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 to work his many 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 widely parted pussy, then up in scroll-form through her eagerly responding cuntal flesh to flick artfully at her ecstasy-drenched engorged clitoris as Georgia's tan thighs shivered with longing.
The lustful scent of her loins made the animal's sensitive nostrils flare, and he lapped at her loins with increasing urgency, drawing up all of the tender 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 tan 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 cinnamon hair back and forth over her smooth tan shoulders. A tiny 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.
Oooohhhhhh ... love me to death! Lick me ... oh I'm dying ... don't stop ... oh ... oh ... oh ... Georgia will cum in a minute lover ... don't stop ... faster ... faster ... lick ... oh, oh ... 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. Each time he lapped through her 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 upturned 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 king sized bed, her molten hot firm breasts heaving sensuously from side to side. Blissfully the dog's tongue continued splaying open the hotly welcoming flesh - then withdrawing from the spasming tight ass and once again 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 and nether 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 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 animal's well-trained tongue!
Wolf licked deliriously, whining the whole time, his tongue lashing her naked flesh like a whip, penetrating deeply through the hot, moist folds between her obscenely bucking thighs, then alternately penetrating her tight ass. 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 ruttiest instincts clamored for still more!
Consequently he abruptly discontinued his lapping of her steaming loins and backed away from her. Georgia wailed with anguish, gasped and drew herself up on her elbows, her long cinnamon hair trailing out in back of her on the pillows, her eyes humid and smoky with lust. Her abandoned opened pussy folds clutched hungrily after the swiftly departing tongue, but it was no use. He was gone. "Wolf! What have I done? Where are you going? Please don't stop!" But the huge animal didn't appear to be listening to the lust-fired 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 penis, completely exposed and glistening lewdly in its blood-filled rigidity!