Chapter 6

He moved slowly, hesitantly, toward the source of the disturbance, as was his training. With careful, deliberate steps, he padded down the carpeted hallway from his younger mistress's bedroom; he had returned there when the young blonde human had raced out in tears, leaving him alone to decipher the mysteries of human behavior. But now there was something new to claim all his attention, and being the sharply intuitive and obedient animal that he was, Matthew turned a}l of his senses into whatever task he was ordered to carry out, not sparing even a fraction of his uncannily keen mind or his superbly-muscled body. Now there was a signal sounding in the back of his brain, an alarm that was triggered at the first faint muffled sound of distress that seemed to come from his older mistress's quarters. He paused not more than a few yards from her partially-opened doorway, taut and tensely-alert, waiting for the next sound that would mean the difference between a false alarm and a snarling, all-out attack in defense of his new human... but this time he could relax, for in a couple of seconds, the door opened wider and his mistress emerged with the male human she had introduced him to a few nights ago. There was trouble, something wrong between them, but Matt could sense that she was in no danger. Quietly, unseen in the shadows of the hallway, he stood unobtrusively as the two humans bustled from the room, both of them flushed with emotion, their voices shrill and painful to his sensitive canine hearing. His dog eyes widened as his mistress stepped from the darkened bedroom into the light of the corridor... she was naked, completely without the clothes he had guessed were always a part of humans. He had seen his younger mistress nearly unclothed on several occasions, and he had guessed at the white smooth hairless loveliness of her flesh as it must have looked beneath her sheer night garments, but never had he seen a human this way. Matthew felt a strange, yet powerful, awareness begin to kindle beneath his powerful furry flesh, a weird and exciting knowledge that had somehow come to him out of nowhere--the comprehension that this human, his mistress, was a female in every sense of the word, as much for him as for this man she seemed to fight with even now. It was as if a whole new world had opened up for him, as much a bounty of new and wonderful experiences as when he left that basement home at the store and came to live here with his new mistresses in a world filled with color and sounds and scents.

He watched in rapt attentiveness as his red-haired mistress hurried down the corridor away from him; her human male friend seemed unsure of himself, something an animal like Matthew would be quick to sense. They spoke a few words, less in anger than in frustration, and his mistress, still unclothed, closed the door behind him, staying behind it to hide her nakedness from the street outside. Matt was still there in the carpeted corridor when Kate Barrett returned. He watched her as she moved toward him--she had not seen him yet--and his eyes bugged out from their sockets as he took in every inch of her soft white nakedness; he had never looked at a human in this way, nor even thought of it. A strange newfound warmth crept over him at the realization that his mistress's nakedness was no different from the sensual offerings of a female dog in heat! This beautiful woman, this human female, was burning up with that peculiar heat of unfulfilled lust!

"Matt! What on earth are you doing here in the hall? I thought you were outside! Goodness, and me running around here without a stitch on. Oh well, I don't suppose it matters to you, does it, big boy?" Kate Barrett walked to where the husky male animal sat resting on his powerful haunches; later, much later, she would recall that she felt a lingering shiver of exhibitionistic pleasure from the longing look he gave her with his soulful brown eyes. "Oh, Lucy has taken your collar off again. Where on earth could it be this time?" She wandered aimlessly about her daughter's room, trying painfully not to think of those last disastrous moments with Jerry--she had lost control of herself this time, allowed the hurtful truth to slip from her lips in sheer desperation. Kate Barrett knew he would never be back again and that failed to disturb her greatly, not as much as she would have guessed; what really bothered was the punishing agony of her sexual frustration, a surging pool of hot molten liquid in the pit of her belly that threatened to consume her alive, like some vicious parasite. Before, at least, she had Jerry, for all his inadequacies and failures as a man... now there was no one. And it was that nagging awareness that Kate Barrett felt at this moment with every ounce of her womanhood... the awful knowledge that she was again without a man.

"Oh, here it is, Matt," she said lightly, her voice betraying her real emotion. "Come over here and let's get this on and I'll put you outside. It was awfully silly of Lucy to leave you inside like this. A house is no place for a big strong dog like you." She leaned over him, uncomfortably aware that his brown male eyes had never left her nakedness for an instant, and reached around his neck to fasten his studded leather collar. "Here, I know you don't like this thing, but... Matthew!" Kate had jerked away reflexively from the sudden intrusion of warmly laving tongue across her bare thigh; but now she froze in that position, still half-bent-over, pondering the unthinkable... Was it intentional, or just some freakish accident? Could he possibly have done that knowingly? Is it possible?

Slowly, cautiously, she edged closer once again until the huge dog's furry head was nearly cradled against her naked thighs. And again he did it! First the canine sniff, and then a sure, unquestionable lashing of his long pink tongue, the tip uncurling and brushing lightly over the super-sensitive flesh of her vaginal lips. Of course, he can tell I'm sexually aroused! He thinks I'm in heat!

Kate was convinced that was the answer: Matthew had only sniffed her and tentatively licked her most private regions in response to the most basic of his animal instincts--that of sexual response. She was close to dismissing it all as an unexpected incident, something to be remembered but never mentioned, when a thought flashed across her brain like the grand finale of a county lair fireworks display. No, not really a thought, for to have thought such a thing would have meant putting her basest desires into uncomfortably snug words--more precisely, an impulse. A quick, penetrating suddenness of motivation straight from the gut, that and nothing more.

Kate Barrett, widow and mother, glanced suspiciously around, though there was no one in the rambling house except her and Matthew; she had a sudden feeling of guilt, of criminality, but she suppressed it in favor of something stronger... a savage curiosity that should have been bred from her blood thousands of years ago, but somehow returned like some genetic monster from the past. She edged closer still, only this time she spread her white womanly thighs apart in unmistakable offering--this would tell the truth: was it an accident before, or was this massively masculine animal responding to her sexual hunger the only way he knew?

Suddenly his searing tongue swiped from his canine lips and lightly caressed the swollen lips of her tingling vagina. Like a flaming lash, it burned along the very slit of her fervently- aroused cuntal flesh! Again and again his long pink animal-tongue snaked wetly out from his lips, its tip curling as it splayed wide the turgid, hair-rimmed lips of her aroused vagina. Lavingly, it moistly caressed the pinkly-quivering mouth of her pussy, pushing apart the fleshy folds, swirling upward between them until his tongue-tip twirled about the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. There seemed to be no end to his loving lingual caresses, and each fiery swipe of his bestial tongue brought a fresh gasping moan of lurid sensuality to Kate Barrett's disbelieving lips; she was standing with her shapely legs spread wide, and her naked pelvis was shoved forward obscenely for the rapacious lickings of his lust-stirring tongue.

Matt was keenly alert to the boiling surge of desire-heated blood that streamed up from his loins; his nostrils were roused to the sweet liquid warmth of her simmering pussy-cleft. He could sense that his tonguings brought even greater waves of lustful ecstasy to his naked mistress and he felt good inside to know that such was his masculine ability to excite a human female.

Kate was deaf-and-blind to everything around her except the lusty lavings this magnificent male beast was delivering to her sex-tortured vaginal cleft. Her eyes were half-closed, her lids fluttering with expectant passion, and her lips ovaled and quivering with unspoken desires. "Oooooh, lover, that's it... lick me harder, handsome! Oh, yes, lick my pussy soooo goooodddd!" She wanted him to keep it up, to lick again and again with his hotly swirling tongue, but instead, she began to pay heed to the nagging warning that was sounding in her tortured brain. What if Lucy should come home early? She'd find me out here in the hallway like this... I mustn't take that chance!

Awkwardly, reluctantly, she pulled her proffered charms away from the huge beast's ravenous lavings and backed into the bedroom. Matt looked at her incredulously for a couple of seconds, then responded to the soft beckoning sound of her now- familiar voice. "Come on, Matt... in here with me," she said, not believing that the words she heard were her own. It had to be some other woman talking, not herself... she was actually enticing this virile animal into her bedroom!

Kate Barrett was nearly out of her head with the rush of feverish sensations that raged up from the seething, fervent slit of her vagina, upward into the passion-clenched depths of her belly. She backed against her bed and stretched out on her back, her flesh a mass of goose-bumps as she opened her supple thighs and absently traced the voluptuous swell of her breasts up from the flat plane of her taut belly. Her own fingertips, as if guided by some unseen hand, closed incitingly around the soft pliant flesh of her breasts; she felt her nipples shiver into hardness beneath her own caressing touch and she knew there could be no turning back now... whatever the night had in store for her, she had committed her heart and soul! Some weird, primeval power seemed to have swept over her mind, eating away at her very being through the vulnerable access of her lust-aroused frustration, and she was powerless to stop it now. Or perhaps, as Kate knew only too well in her most secret of thoughts, she had no desire to stop it! For once, just once, she might gain some respite from these gnawing pains of sexual starvation that had eaten away at her since her husband went to his grave.

She gritted her teeth to hold down the fear and dread and shame that threatened to choke her like some viscous bile. "N- now, Matthew... up here with me! Now!"

The great furry animal needed no further urging, and with powerful strides, he bounded to the edge of the bed and leaped onto it. He could see his naked mistress tense as he towered over her; her legs closed a fraction of an inch and her breath became forced and labored.

Kate looked at him in amazement and awesome fear... there was still time to back out of this wild and crazy thing she had let herself in for. She knew she could get up from this bed now and Matt would be probably content to return to his backyard; confused, perhaps, but at least complacent in the knowledge that he had lured her this far. Or had he lured her at all? Was this all something she secretly desired, some kinky sex-urge she had kept hidden all these years, even from herself? But then, even as she pondered the possibilities of escaping this wickedly forbidden act, the huge male dog sealed her fate with a single, laving lick of his long, curling tongue. There was only one way out now... only one way!

She lifted her head to watch as the steaming length of his lingual member licked up and across the flat smooth plane of her shivering belly. His long, wetly swiping strokes took him higher and higher along the voluptuous curves of her naked body until his tongue tips prodded eagerly at the undersides of her large firm breasts, each longingly-moist lick a fraction of an inch closer to the crinkly flesh of her jutting nipples.

Kate twisted and writhed beneath his none-too-subtle caresses as they moved up and enveloped the trembling dark peaks of her nipples; her body jerked and spasmed as if she had been touched with a live wire and there was nothing she could do now to save herself... her pent-up sexuality was exploding inside her like a million Roman candles!

Nothing was real to her now but the fervently licking tongue of her amazing watchdog... who could have guessed just short minutes ago that she would have let herself be so wickedly aroused like this? What could have possessed her to turn her into a sex- mad harlot in hardly a wink of the eye? Kate Barrett had no earthly idea why she was doing this God-forbidden thing, but she knew she was powerless to change her mind now. Whatever it was, it had her in its fist like the sure grip of fate itself... she was lost!

The naked redhead could hear a mewling whimper erupt from deep in the magnificent animal's husky throat, and she gazed deeply into his soft brown eyes, anxiously waiting, as if she expected him somehow to speak. He moved closer to her face and she felt her heart pounding like a trip-hammer inside her chest. Waiting, waiting... and then he kissed her! A lick perhaps, but as much a real and arduous kiss as any she had ever received!

The proudly virile animal sensed the telling surge of lust- heated blood racing through his well-muscled body as he detected the pungent aroma of his mistress's passion in the moistness of her quivering lips. As the redhead's eyes widened incredulously, he eagerly brushed the tiny pinkness of her tongue with his own, licking caressingly at the wet sweetness, a mewling whimper of excitement rumbling in his chest. He knew all too well what she wanted of him... his primeval maleness hungered for by any bitch in heat!

Kate Barrett watched disbelievingly as he ceased suddenly his fervent lingual kisses and backed away from her face, maneuvering his supple canine body until he was positioned between her slightly splayed legs. Her mind reeled at the lustful images her senses relayed frantically to her brain, but she did nothing to extricate herself from this unbelievably lascivious plight... she was reeling with the savagery of absolute carnal lust, and nothing else, no matter how urgently pleading, made any impression whatsoever on her passion-incited thoughts. Suddenly, the magnificent beast nuzzled the inside of her thigh and beckoned her legs wider... blindly, obediently, she obeyed. Oh my God, she thought for a fleeting instant, has he become the master and I the pet?! But still, she did nothing to stop him.

A shivering gasp of pleasurable anticipation rippled from her lips as she felt his urgent dog-breath parting the sparse pubic curls there between her thighs; his cool nose brought a fresh shudder as it edged along the aroused inside of her thigh until, with a whimper, his nose touched the very blood-warmed flesh of her desire-moistened vaginal cleft. She eagerly awaited his next move, her legs opening and closing slightly in a scissoring movement that bespoke of her uncontrollable desire for fulfillment.

"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily as suddenly, his loving tongue darted from his lips and laved the whole naked furrow of her widely-splayed buttocks, its tip brushing from the tautly-clenched orifice of her anus to the shuddering pearl of her clitoris. His searing lavings continued until the mere lingual pressure of his tongue began to spread apart the fleshy pink lips of her vagina. She shivered delectably as he drew his scalding mouth up and over the full length of her cunt again and again, his lust-inflamed tongue spreading through her softly yielding pussy flesh like a knife through melting butter. His passion-inciting tonguings did not stop there, but continued splaying the beckoning flesh of her cuntal slit, at last lunging in an invading curl far up into the ravenously-clasping warmth of her hungry pussy. Kate Barrett gasped and moaned, her body convulsing with savage bestial ecstasy from his skilled oral lavings... God, she knew she would probably have such an orgasm that the whole neighborhood would know of her illicit tryst. All these months without real satisfaction... and now this wildly lascivious union!