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The Family Pet

Chapter 1

	The spring sunshine fell warmly through the open 
window onto the naked torso of the tall full-breasted 
redhead who was stretching and yawning her voluptuously 
proportioned breasts as she breathed in deep, and her long 
red wavy hair spreading out across the pillow like a heavy 
fan.
	Mrs. Georgia Rogers stretched as she awoke, 
blinking slightly at the fresh morning sunlight. When they 
had gone to bed the night before she had forgotten that the 
new daylight saving time would probably mean more 
sunlight in the morning, and she had left the curtains open.
	Not that she minded a bit waking up to the 
refreshing spring sunshine. She was feeling spring all over 
lately -- particularly up between her firmly curved thighs, 
and the fact that Howard had been rather preoccupied lately 
had served as well to keep her natural sexual interests 
rather highly stirred. Spring warmth was kerosene to that 
flame, instead of a healing balm. But she didn't mind. In 
fact, the young wife rather enjoyed it, because then her 
orgasms would be all the more lusty and overwhelming 
when they finally came.
	Georgia shrugged and all of the sheet fell away 
from her opulently contoured body, revealing, beside the 
ripe fullness of her lust-inciting breasts, her nicely rounded 
belly, the tiniest of waists, flawless white skin, and just the 
hint of burnished red pubic hair at the center of her loins. 
She had the unusual sort of redheaded coloring seen only 
rarely -- bright coppery hair and the most perfect of creamy 
complexions, and a figure just as youthful and sensual as 
the day she'd been married, in spite of the fact that she was 
now thirty-four and had a teenage daughter.
	As she stretched she fluffed out her long lustrous 
hair, which had never been cut. Howard had been crazy 
about her hair. Like most men, that was the first thing he 
had noticed. But then, men also paid attention to her 
magnificently put together body as well. Curves no man 
could resist, she had been told.
	Georgia smiled softly to herself as she considered 
all this. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples 
between thumb and forefinger, she toyed with them until 
they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant sensations 
into her swollen breasts and a corresponding tingle deep 
down in the center of her belly. She was not a wanton, but 
only a normal woman who had come to enjoy her husband's 
sexuality, and of late that sexuality had been somewhat lax. 
Consequently, every morning she seemed to wake up more 
aroused than the morning before.
	Not that Howard noticed. Indeed, he didn't seem to 
notice anything much lately except his business affairs. His 
company had put together a hefty real estate package 
recently on the west side of the Chicago River only to have 
it come out in the newspapers that instead of developing the 
area as they had promised the original owners, the City of 
Chicago, the land was being re-sold at a tremendous profit 
to the federal government for an office complex. 
Consequently his entire organization seemed currently to be 
in a constant state of upheaval and anxiety over what new 
charges would arrive with each new day and -- in particular 
-- what citizens' lawsuits were in the offing. The prospect 
was grim. And her Howard had been one of the original 
prime movers who had clinched the deal through 
connections at city hall. His handsome head would be on 
the block if the public got too noisy. 
	Georgia patted her breasts and then pushed her 
hands up in back of her lengthy hair, and let it fall again. 
Her pretty head couldn't really get much interested in men's 
affairs. All she knew was that Howard just wasn't 
performing in bed as usual.
	As yet she hadn't made her mind up what to do 
about it, however. She kept expecting him to break out of 
the doldrums at any moment.
	"Georgia, have you seen my cufflinks?" came a 
cross voice from the bathroom, and then her husband was 
standing in the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves of his 
shirt, his shock of wavy black hair falling forward over his 
forehead. He was clad only in his underwear and the shirt, 
and her eyes locked unavoidably on the spot where his 
genitals nestled between his legs, but disappointingly, there 
was no special bulge there to excite her.
	"But you've got so many " she started to say.
	"I mean the ones with the footballs on them. I can't 
wear jewelry any more. Orders around the office. Too many 
newspaper reporters coming through all the time. The boss 
has given up his diamond rings even. No more small 
pinkies. Imagine. He won't be able to show his face in city 
hall."
	Georgia laughed and tried to help him by looking 
around the bedroom a little bit, but she couldn't seem to 
locate the cufflinks he was referring to. Finally he changed 
to a button-cuff shirt and went back in the bathroom, and 
Georgia slipped a housecoat over her glowing body and 
went downstairs to start breakfast.
	Karen, their thirteen year old platinum blonde 
daughter, was already humming and singing in the shower. 
Georgia smiled to herself and made her way down the 
stairs. Karen was certainly getting to be a beautiful girl. 
They would have to get together for a long mother-and-
daughter chat very soon!
	Going to the refrigerator, Georgia began in an 
orderly fashion to organize breakfast for the family. She 
kept her housecoat carefully closed when she caught sight 
of the milkman coming around, and then relaxed again. 
Really, though, she was the sort of woman who preferred to 
give her unusually well developed body free rein in its 
movements. She hated constricting clothing -- except, of 
course, when it attracted attentive and appreciative male 
glances, and the housecoat normally fell open quite a lot in 
the ordinary course of things as she moved about her cozy 
kitchen.
	Georgia had started the bacon and put out the pan 
for the eggs, and was setting out the plates and silverware 
and so on when she heard the scratching at the screen door.
	What on earth --?
	Drawing her dressing gown tightly about her 
waist, she went to the back door and peered outside, but 
couldn't see a thing unusual there. The small public park 
looked typically quiet for this time of morning, where it sat 
somnolently behind their house. There was absolutely no 
one about.
	And then came that scratching again, like a cat at 
the screen door. It really gave her a start of an almost 
sensual nature, like someone drawing chalk the wrong way 
up the blackboard of her spine. She opened the door and 
looked down through the screening.
	Well, this was a handsome animal! A big, shaggy 
German shepherd without any apparent collar or 
identification was looking up at her with big mournful eyes. 
His coat was so rough that there was the distinct impression 
that he had recently been in a fight. His hair was very 
shaggy and dirty and seemed to go in every direction. His 
mouth opened slightly and Georgia glimpsed a fullish red 
tongue.
	"Well, and where have you come from, lamb? My, 
don't you look hungry. Wait right there and mama will 
bring you something." The young wife let the door swing 
shut behind her and returned to the refrigerator to rummage 
around for some leftover meat or something. There was a 
lamb bone there from Sunday dinner with plenty of meat 
still on it, and also some freshly ground beef. She decided 
that old lamb was a wiser investment, and also poured for 
the hungry-looking animal a bowl of milk.
	Returning to the back door, Georgia found the 
German shepherd sitting well back from it and down the 
steps. Well, he certainly seemed well behaved and well 
trained, she thought as she opened both doors and went 
down the steps.
	A breeze came up and wafted slightly about her 
tall, elegantly-torsoed body, causing her housecoat to open 
a little. Her full-fleshed breasts juggled upward and seemed 
to spill out from the open material, and strangely, the dog's 
big brown eyes fastened on their gleaming whiteness, and 
he totally ignored the food. Georgia blushed instinctively 
and tried to hold her housecoat more snugly to her body 
with one elbow where bending over to put the dishes down 
on the colored concrete blocks of the patio. This was far 
from easy with two dishes in her hands, but her cleavage 
was so considerable that she felt she had to do something. 
The dog was just a dog, but she couldn't just let everything 
spill out for all of the neighbors to see.
	Though the German shepherd's eyes burned on 
what he glimpsed of her milk-white smooth flesh, he didn't 
move from his spot. And seconds later he had bent his head 
and was lapping at the milk. Then he took the lamb bone in 
his paws and proceeded to rip the meat off of it quite 
determinedly with his powerful jaws.
	Georgia was somewhat taken aback by the 
ferociousness with which the stray attacked the meat, but in 
a way she found it sort of fascinating. The dog appeared to 
be more wolf than canine, and that's the way she found 
herself thinking of him -- Wolf. When his eyes glanced up 
at her momentarily, she was quiet stunned by the intensity 
of their gaze. They seemed to bore right through her. An 
involuntary shiver passed through her exquisitely formed 
flesh and something flashed a message in her mind: This 
dog has the eyes of a dangerous man. Not dangerous in the 
sense of a physical threat, but dangerous sexually.
	Georgia shivered again and turned around sharply, 
returning up the stairs into the kitchen. She closed the 
screen door and the back door thoughtfully behind her, and 
then peered back through the curtain at her big, powerful 
canine guest to where he was crunching the lamb bone in 
his wicked-looking teeth. His strange dark eyes seemed to 
glare at her, and after the recent frustration she had 
suffered in her marriage bed, this sort of weird carnal 
stimulation worked on her loins like a tonic. She felt 
trembly as a school girl going through her first wild 
flirtation. But that was ridiculous!
	"Morning, Mom!"
	Georgia started as her platinum-tressed daughter 
suddenly appeared to plant a warm wet kiss on her cheek. 
She touched Karen slightly and blinked. Their pretty 
thirteen year old was as fresh as ever. Karen was one of 
those girls who always appeared clean and scrubbed in 
every situation. Part of this could be ascribed to her natural 
platinum blonde hair, which hung all the way down her 
back with the consistency of fine wire. Georgia and Howard 
had never been able to figure out where it came from, as no 
one in either of their families was blonde, although there 
was a tinge of Norwegian blood on Georgia's side. North 
Norwegian, where platinum blondes were supposed to 
abound.
	Karen also dressed very neatly, too, changing 
frequently, truly one of those children a parent never had to 
worry might go hippy. She had been a perfect baby, and 
ever since then a perfect little lady. And now she had every 
appearance of becoming a perfect teenager. In the last year 
she had suddenly sprouted up quite tall for her age, and 
developed small but well-rounded breasts. Indeed Karen 
was perfectly proportioned in every way for a girl her age, 
and then some, with enticing young breasts, a tiny waist 
and flat, flat tummy, and long sleek slender -- but well-
turned -- legs which seemed to retain their tan longer than 
most girls' did. Added to this was her long Jean Harlow-
like hair but a prettier oval face than Harlow had ever 
aspired to, with pert little upturned nose, bright blue eyes, 
and a small but sultry mouth. Yes, their little girl was a real 
princess.
	"Morning, dear. Will you watch the bacon while I 
do the eggs?"
	"Sure!"
	Karen went gaily to work with a real enthusiasm, 
as she did everything. Georgia sighed with parental 
satisfaction, watching her. Every parent should be so lucky. 
With a fine helper like Karen, one was never at a loss.
	Nor was there ever any trouble with boys, either. 
Despite the fact that Karen was developing faster than most 
girls her age, she did not seem to be preoccupied with boys 
the way most prematurely developed girls were, but seemed 
to take everything sweetly in her stride. So much so that 
occasionally Georgia found herself wondering if Karen 
thought about sex at all, and if so in what way. They had 
discussed it briefly, and Georgia knew that her daughter 
knew where babies came from. But at this pubescent age, 
girls' ideas about sex changed so rapidly, and they learned 
to become secretive about their real thoughts -- Georgia 
could remember from her own school days -- and, it was 
difficult to tell what they were thinking, if anything at all. 
But she had to be thinking something about sex. It would 
be abnormal, at her age, and given her development, if she 
weren't.
	Just then Karen glanced out the kitchen window 
and noticed the dog on the patio, munching on the bone 
from the lamb roast of two days previous. "Oh, mother," 
she exclaimed, "Whose dog is that?"
	Georgia winced and smiled just a trace self-
consciously. "Oh, just a stray. He came scratching up at the 
door and I gave him a bone and a bowl of milk. Scruffy 
looking thing, isn't he? It was the only way I could get rid 
of him."
	Karen continued standing at the back door, 
studying the large shaggy brute. "Oh, but he is a big dog, 
isn't he, mother? He looks positively dangerous." An 
involuntary shiver broke through her pubescent young 
flesh. She had never seen an animal of such majestic 
proportions -- or one so dirty, wandering the streets on the 
loose. Once when she was younger -- or perhaps several 
times -- the family had been to the Lincoln Park Zoo, and 
seen the timber wolves kept caged up there. But this animal 
could put any of them to shame. He had a large, leonine 
head with dangerous, evil-looking eyes and devilish pointy 
ears that rose up very high and peaked above his massive 
skull. His body, even where he lay on the colored concrete, 
could be seen to be thickly muscle and powerful. His teeth, 
as he ripped the lamb flesh from its bone, were patently 
those of a trained and vicious watchdog, and Karen could 
not repress a small ripple of excitement as she watched 
him. A dog like that looked so brutish and untamable it was 
difficult to imagine him ever wearing a collar. He was at 
once malevolent and yet attractive like a dangerous and 
powerful man.
	"Come on, dear," Georgia said just a trace more 
peevishly than she realized. "You've got to help me with 
breakfast. Your father will be down any minute."
	Karen smiled silkily to herself. There was 
something very masculine about the big brute in their yard. 
It wouldn't have been possible for him to have been a 
female. Having so recently become a full-blown physically 
matured female herself, the attraction was instantaneous. 
Not that she would ever have dreamed of consummating 
her vaguely aroused interest, of course. Her mind could 
scarcely have conceived of sex between a dog and a human 
girl, indeed she had the utmost difficulty imagining it 
between herself and a human boy! But nonetheless she 
could feel the magnetic pull between her eyes and those of 
the beast working so malevolently over his lamb bone. That 
was instinct. It did not require translation into physical 
action, only the understanding that it, the magnetism, 
existed. She knew instinctively that she would have loved 
to have an imperial animal like that around all the time, 
psychologically; sex didn't enter into it.
	"Boy, he's a big dog, isn't he, mother?" she said, 
leaving the window. "Are we going to keep him? He looks 
like a good watchdog."
	"Yes, and there'll probably be a reward out for him 
in the newspaper, too. You can't just pick up dogs like that, 
Karen. They belong to people somewhere."
	Karen sniffed haughtily. "It certainly doesn't look 
as if the people he belonged to cared for him much, though. 
He's just filthy. We really should clean him up a bit."
	"We'll see. Now, hurry. Your father's coming."
	Howard Rogers did show up several moments 
later, picking up his paper from the sideboard in the dining 
room and stepping silently into the kitchen. He took his 
usual chair at the kitchen table, ruffling his newspaper with 
appropriate seriousness. Karen came around and gave me a 
hug and a peck on the cheek, but he struggled to appear 
indifferent and concentrated on his newspaper.
	In actual fact, however, his penis jerked in his 
pants and the tiniest spot of cum oozed from the small slit 
in the top when he caught the scent of his young daughter's 
loins and felt her peach-soft cheeks rub against his recently 
shaved jaw. He sat there, trying all the while to appear 
casual, but his cock starting to swell and the tiny wet circle 
darkening his trousers made him decidedly uncomfortable. 
He didn't want to be too obvious, however, and struggled 
with all his will power not to shift in his seat.
	But how was he to keep from glancing 
occasionally at his breathtaking young daughter's ripely 
developing breasts where they bounced from beneath the 
snug white sweater she wore? She had the body of a 
goddess and as much as he tried not to, he found himself 
thinking more and more lately about fucking her during 
nights when he was fucking his equally beautiful wife. All 
that wealth of platinum blonde hair was something no man 
could resist thinking about. And now she was developing 
the body to match it. A girl of such pulchritude mixed with 
purity and virginity was every man's most earnest wet 
dream come true in the living flesh. He would have been a 
fool or a fox to pretend otherwise to himself... even if she 
was his own daughter.
	"More coffee, dear?" Georgia asked sweetly as she 
poured.
	"Mmmmmmmrrph."
	Karen looked up at her father from under her long 
dark lashes. He was certainly an attractive man, she 
thought. She certainly hoped that some day she would fall 
in love and marry someone as nice as her father. Anyone 
like him would have to be all right.
	And it would be even better if the youth was hung 
like her father, too. For while she was a decent and well-
brought-up girl, the fact remained that several times while 
she was growing up she had glimpsed her father's genitals 
and the sight had remained imprinted in her mind with a 
force all its own. She knew from vague things she had 
heard among other girls at school and elsewhere that large 
organs in a man were supposed to make him sexually 
exciting for a girl.
	Indeed, she had even caught herself dreaming at 
night occasionally of what she had glimpsed on those rare 
occasions when she had caught sight of her father's penis, 
rather thick and hanging down between his legs like a 
large, dangerous sword as he lathered himself to shave in 
the bathroom, or casually entered the bathtub. And then, of 
course, she couldn't help but wonder... There was a soft 
mewling from outside the back door, and Karen abruptly 
remembered the big German shepherd her mother had 
given the food to. Corresponding with her vaguely illicit 
thoughts regarding her father she found herself then 
wondering about this dog as well.
	Just how were dogs "hung" anyway? So far as she 
had ever noticed, they didn't seem to have their penises 
hanging around loose the way men did. Surely they couldn't 
have very much, then, the way it was all so hidden.
	There was the mewling and scratching again. 
"Now, what the hell is that?" Howard asked crossly, 
banging down his newspaper.
	Georgia got up and went to the back door. "Oh, it's 
just an old dog that came to the door, dear. I gave him 
something to eat." She opened the two doors and looked 
down at the husky, panting animal. My, she thought, he is 
a brute, isn't he?
	"Looks like he's still hungry, mother," said Karen.
	"I'll take care of it, dear." Georgia went back to the 
refrigerator and unhesitatingly took out the pound of 
ground meat she had been saving for lunch, putting it on a 
nice plate for their handsome shaggy guest.
	In the meantime Howard got up grumpily, finished 
off the last of his coffee and went into the hall to get his 
jacket. "I'll probably be home late tonight," he called back 
to them.
	Georgia didn't appear to notice. She was busily 
opening the back door in order to set out the plate for their 
unkempt visitor. The rough-looking German shepherd 
glanced up at her, then quickly set to wolfing down the 
meat.
	Karen got up to see her father to the front door, 
however. She followed him all the way, and then threw her 
arms around his neck as he opened the door, murmuring, 
"Oh, daddy, have a nice day."
	It was a fairly safe thrill to press her young full 
body against his in this way, as her mother couldn't see 
them. And even Howard let down his guard long enough to 
close his eyes and run his hands achingly across his teenage 
daughter's back. He could smell her deliciously fresh scent 
of youth, and feel all of her voluptuous long-legged 
slenderness pressing every other point on his body at once. 
She was warm silken cushions of sensuality and loveliness. 
Her curves were so warm and full in all the right areas... 
his head fairly swam and his cock began throbbing 
mightily.
	And it was all so harmless. Only he himself knew, 
and Georgia couldn't see them. Karen, of course, was too 
innocent to realize how she affected him.
	Or so he thought. Not realizing at all that his 
daughter understood very well what that hard, hot bulge 
was pressing upward between the snug juncture of her 
virginal thighs. She rubbed her pubic triangle shamelessly 
against his thigh, feeling herself becoming deliciously 
turned on from the massive feel of his leg frictioning her 
cuntal region. She hugged him more snugly, and kissed his 
soft cheek again, more wetly now, partly with a sigh...
	Until finally he summoned up the strength to push 
her away from him, his penis pounding in his pants like a 
keg of gunpowder under an infrared lamp.
	For a long moment father and daughter merely 
stood there staring at each other, unable to say anything, 
her eyes smoky and veiled. And then he whirled on his heel 
and pushed open the front door. In another moment he was 
down the steps and opening the door to their metallic 
bronze Cadillac.
	Karen returned to the kitchen with her thoughts 
and loins in a turmoil. She had never come so sexually 
close to her father before. In that sudden moment of his 
departure before the front door, the pretty blonde thirteen 
year old seemed to have stepped up a step into an 
awkwardly different sort of world. Her burning young pussy 
was itching terribly around the desire-swollen lips, and she 
felt an intense urge to rub it with her middle finger till her 
belly exploded in fire. She moved her hips up and back as if 
to facilitate some sort of release against the flimsy nylon 
material of her panties, but this was no good. Finally, 
flipping her long platinum hair back over her shoulder, she 
sat down at the kitchen table and wagged her long tanned 
legs back and forth. This seemed to help a little bit, but not 
much.
	"Your father go?" Georgia asked from the back 
door, where she was running her fingers through the thick 
fur at the base of the strange dog's neck.
	"Y-Yes, mother. Father's gone," she smiled 
prettily at her red-haired mother. "What shall we call him?"
	"Call who, dear?"
	"The dog, of course." Karen could feel the 
innervating sensuality her father had aroused slowly 
subside as she struggled to change the subject. Now there 
was just the vaguest warm wet feeling between her legs.
	And on the back steps, Georgia felt suddenly silly 
standing there clucking and cooing over a mangy strange 
dog. But he was kind of cute, the way he pressed his head 
up against her legs -- it felt so nice and cozy, somehow, all 
that cool, sleek fur. Occasionally he glanced up at her with 
those beautiful soft eyes of his and she got the most 
pleasant sensualizing shock from it. She didn't know quite 
what to make of him at all, but the fact that she and 
Howard hadn't had a really good fuck in a dog's age had 
something to do with it, she supposed.
	What a curious phrase to think of: Dog's age...
	"Well, I don't know," she said, "no doubt someone 
will be along to claim him after a bit..."
	"Or he might just run off and leave us. But what 
about in the meantime, mother? What should we call him 
in the meantime?"
	"In the meantime?" Georgia looked down 
thoughtfully at the husky dog, which was so expertly 
wolfing down the hamburger she had set before him. 
Somehow a dog like this didn't seem suited to any name. 
He was more a beast of the wild, like a beast of the wild, 
like a wolf... That was it -- they would call him that! She 
looked at her fresh-faced young daughter. "Why don't we 
just call him Wolf?" Georgia grinned at Karen sheepishly. 
"He seems to have a wolfish-type personality, don't you 
think?"
	"Wolf!" Karen clapped her hands. "Why, that's 
grand, mother! How ever did you think of 
it? It suits him to a T! I don't think I've ever heard of a dog 
named that before! Have you?"
	"Why-uh, no..." Georgia looked down at the dog, 
which had by now glommed practically all of the 
hamburger and was again looking up at her with those 
strange eyes, so big and brown, like enormous dark pools 
filled with weird almost-human knowledge. Occasionally 
his fur brushed against her leg and she felt the most 
evanescent tremor of unexplainable excitement ripple 
through her overheated and frustrated loins.
	She clutched her housecoat snugly around her tall, 
full-blown body. She had inadvertently set the plate down 
right on the top step to the kitchen door, and now couldn't 
close the door until the dog was finished eating, because his 
big muscular body was in the way. It was somewhat cool 
with the door open this way, and she could feel goose-
pimples sprouting all over her shivering longish legs. The 
strangest feeling seemed to be crawling up her soft smooth 
flesh in the direction of her loins.
	Trying to break out of her curious mood, she 
looked over at her thirteen year old daughter, saying as 
sharply as she could, "Look here, young lady, aren't you 
supposed to be getting ready for school?"
	"Yes, ma'am," Karen looked down, and then 
swelled with pride as she noticed all over again the way her 
budding breasts pushed out the front of her tight white 
sweater. She had of late become so proud of her breasts that 
she incessantly tried to display them in every way possible, 
perhaps hoping secretly that some naughty boy would find 
a way to take advantage of her. But now she just tried to 
look humble under her mother's scolding.
	"Well, then, let's get going. We can discuss our 
guest later -- if he's still around. When you come home 
from school. In the meantime, young lady, a bit of breakfast 
is in order, I'd say."
	After Karen left for school, Georgia was at last 
able to relax with a sigh and a cigarette on the four-seater 
couch in the living room. Her housecoat full open to reveal 
her long, milky smooth legs all the way up to the fluffy red 
curls growing around the soft furrow between her thighs. 
She could afford this state of abandon now that everyone 
was gone. Ordinarily Howard liked her to dress demurely 
and conservatively about the house, and, of course, she 
always tried to be a lady around her daughter. It was only 
when she was alone that she could really let her hair down 
and relax.
	When she was alone. And she was increasingly 
that as Howard became more and more involved in the 
vicious exposes that were being printed about the way his 
company had handled that west bank land deal. He spent 
long hours at the office now, and when he came home he 
seemed to have small interest in sexual entertainment. She 
had always been a virtuous wife, but she was still, after all, 
a female, and she had gotten used to the lustful feel of a 
hotly throbbing penis sunk deep inside her hungry vagina 
from time to time. At Georgia's age, if Masters and Johnson 
were right, a woman was just coming into her most sensual 
period. A period when some of the former taboos inculcated 
by her parents had been dissolved, and when she had 
learned viscerally the value of a hard male member being 
driven upward into her churning belly. With age, a woman 
took taboos less seriously, although, of course, she 
continued to consider the threat of exposure and the need 
for discretion. One did not destroy a family -- which was, 
after all, a business built up over a lifetime -- merely for the 
sake of some fleeting sexual satisfaction and its attendant 
relaxation.
	On the other hand, if she had wanted to have an 
affair she wouldn't have known where to begin. Oh, 
numerous of Howard's "friends" had made the usual 
overtures, but there was still nonetheless the omnipresent 
problem of discretion. She wouldn't have undercut her life 
with Howard for anything. Theirs had been a childhood 
romance which had blossomed to fruition through high 
school and junior college. She genuinely loved Howard, 
and she would always love him, even if they never had sex 
again. Still, there was this terrible need which seemed to be 
eating her pussy alive.
	The tormented young redhead stubbed out the 
cigarette and gazed with drooping, dreamy eyelids toward 
the kitchen, wondering idly if the visiting dog were still 
there.
	Dogs, she thought. Now, dogs didn't have any such 
problems. They took sex as they felt like it, without 
incurring any social problems. They didn't mate for life, the 
way people did.
	Georgia found herself wondering how that strange 
dog made out with his sex life, being so obviously on the 
loose, and probably on the run as well. Was it easy for him 
to meet accommodating female dogs in his wanderings?
	And why, come to think of it, did she continue 
referring to "it" as a male? For all she knew, the dog might 
be female. She hadn't really glimpsed any sex equipment. 
Not that she was quite sure what to look for. She had seen a 
few dogs fornicating in public parks and other places in her 
life, but had never paid much attention. And as for dogs at 
rest, well, she supposed that the ones with pointy little furry 
protrusions under their bellies were male. Otherwise she 
couldn't remember much of anything. 
	But now her latent curiosity was aroused. It might 
pass an otherwise dull day to find out just what the dog sex 
situation was for sure, and Karen had suggested that she 
give the dog a bath, hadn't she? Or had Georgia thought of 
that originally by herself? Now she wasn't quite sure.
	Like most people, male or female, Georgia had a 
natural lurid curiosity which she would be happy to satisfy 
if she weren't caught at it, a totally natural and deep-seated 
interest in all things obscene -- just because they were 
forbidden.
	And now she was alone in the house, with the rest 
of the family not due back for many hours, and that strange, 
powerful-looking animal waiting out back. Waiting for her? 
Because she had fed him, of course. Probably waiting for 
more food. Well, there was no harm in that. That was 
acting from the standpoint of normal self-interest.
	But she would definitely have to do something 
about cleaning up the filthy animal. She had promised that 
she would -- although it didn't occur to her to question just 
who she had made this promise to.
	Her dark eyes blinked prettily as she stubbed out 
another cigarette and got up, drawing her housecoat tightly 
about her voluptuous form. Yes, she would take him 
upstairs and give the poor beast a bath. That would be the 
best way she could think of to pass the morning. And it 
would give her something to do as she continued to try to 
think out her problems with her husband.


Chapter 2


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


Chapter 3

	"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Later Georgia was never quite 
sure where her groan had come from. 
Certainly there had been no indication preceding it that her 
loins would convulse so heatedly 
under that initial lengthy stroke of Wolfs hot wet tongue. 
One moment it seemed to her that her 
pussy was quietly somnolent, the next it seethed like a hive 
of bees. And all because of a... a 
German shepherd, a dog she'd never seen before that 
morning!
	Before she could get a grip on herself, the brutish 
animal repeated his lewd act, this time 
curling his tongue like a scroll and pushing it obscenely up 
through the hair-lined lips of her 
burning hot vagina. Georgia held on to the edge of the 
bathtub for dear life.
	This was not even remotely similar to anything 
else sexual she'd ever experienced. 
Previously it had always taken a bit of time and affection 
for her to get worked up for her pussy to 
start to flow. But Wolf's sudden action worked on her just 
as if she had let out this obscene groan 
of lascivious delight which came from she knew not where.
	"Wolf -- no! Good doggy!" Without a thought as to 
whether the dog would bite, she 
reached in back of her and tried to push his snout away. But 
the feel of his cold wet muzzle in her 
fingers and between her buttocks was a second sensation so 
electrically erotic and stimulating that 
it could not be born for longer than a single instant.
	And, in that instant, the single-minded stray 
continued his depraved behavior with another 
hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid cuntal cleft to 
flick up maddeningly like a leather whip 
at her sensitive nether entrance.
	A fierce and primitive groan of sensuality escaped 
Georgia's parted lips once more, but, by 
now, she had also begun mumbling various incoherent 
prayers in her head, trying to distract 
herself. In a small way this seemed to work, and she 
managed miraculously to work up the 
strength from her tortured limbs to push herself up from the 
bath. This also tended to force the 
dog's snout somewhat more snugly between her cleft moon 
buttocks, and the threat of attack at her 
anus set off another furious thrill deep in her loins and 
immediate feelings of self-recrimination 
and guilt.
	"Get away -- oh God, Wolf, get away! Can't you 
see what you're doing to me, you crazy 
dog! Get away! I beg you!"
	Her limbs felt so weak and helpless she couldn't 
believe it. It was as if she had become 
almost paralyzed with some illness in her muscles. But her 
imprecations to the dog seemed to 
have done some good, for the powerful animal now took 
her seriously and backed off across the 
bathroom tiles away from her.
	Indeed, Wolf was well-trained enough to know 
when a human really meant her protests, 
and when she didn't. When he sensed that his beautiful new 
redheaded mistress actually was 
serious about wanting a respite, he backed off immediately. 
He had learned through long 
experience as well that it was not wise to force the issue 
with a female who was not quite ready. 
A smart dog and well able to play the waiting game, he sat 
down on his haunches in one corner of 
the bathroom and stared at her with his muzzle resting on 
his paws and his big dark eyes brooding 
and thoughtful. He would wait for her. Forever, if need be.
	Visibly shaken, Georgia managed to straighten up 
and find her way to a standing position. 
She steadied herself as best she could with one hand on the 
tub, then sat down on its edge until she 
could get her breath. She would have sat down on the toilet 
seat, across the way, but her muscles 
had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and 
her heart pounding as if she'd just run the 
three-minute mile.
	"So -- you... so that's what you... you do... 
shame..."
	It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating 
pieces her loins had divided into finally 
came back together again, and even then they continued to 
jump for some time before she could 
get to her feet again. Still intent on giving her new charge a 
bath, she staggered over to the sink to 
get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an 
attempt to kill some of the terrible pressure 
that was building between her shivering hot legs.
	"You -- you naughty dog," she said, only mildly 
cross and really less cross that she 
thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. "You 
must never do that to mama again. That's 
bad, don't you know that?"
	Wolf cringed down on the tile and looked up at her 
with woeful eyes. He wanted to please 
his new mistress, and couldn't understand her sudden burst 
of anger -- she had smelled so ready 
for him. What was the matter?
	Georgia glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face 
had gone completely crimson and she 
was surprised to see that her nipples had tautened visibly. If 
that was the effect of a little playful 
show of affection by a charming dog like this one, then 
Howard had definitely left her alone one 
night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by 
it -- dogs always licked people when 
they were happy. If she hadn't been in such an unusual 
position he might have licked her face, or 
her hand. It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.
	But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly 
and aroused to the extent that her loins 
felt as if they were filled with honey. She had to get a grip 
on herself.
	"Come here," she said imperiously to the dog, 
pointing at the floor in front of her.
	Wolf got up obediently and went over to her, 
standing at attention with his tongue panting 
out. Then he was thrilled anew as his beautiful mistress got 
down on her knees, her milk-white 
breasts ballooning nakedly against his furry body as she 
began brushing out his snarled and filthy 
coat.
	Georgia could not keep back a shiver of 
excitement as the erotically stiffened tips of her 
breasts brushed back and forth over Wolf's shaggy, 
unkempt body, his fur tickling titillatingly at 
the already sensitively puckered little nerve buds. Her 
breasts had always been unusually tender 
and the feel of his muscular canine body against her 
smooth, sleek white flesh was totally unlike 
anything the yearning redhead had ever experienced before. 
She couldn't label it either. It was not 
obscene -- and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and 
understanding and love, and all the 
thousand and one cozy things that dogs and humans find 
together, and yet it was more than that. 
And she liked the feel. Why hadn't they ever had a dog?
	"Is that better?" she crooned, her nostrils flaring 
without her certain knowledge, the outer 
well of her vagina becoming quietly flooded with moisture 
as it poised in readiness for some 
obscure, unnamable thing. She ran the brush through 
Wolf's rough coat, straightening out the 
snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it should 
be. Of course, he hadn't known what he 
was doing. He was just a dumb animal. He couldn't have 
any idea what his licking of her 
responsive pussy flesh had done to her. After all, he wasn't 
a man.
	Not that she had ever permitted her husband to do 
anything so filthy. Oh sure, though, 
Howard had tried, but she'd always been able to talk him 
out of it. 
	But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, 
could it be that it was she who was wrong, 
to have to put him off? She was getting all mixed up.
	But this was all harmless. If she was aroused, it 
was merely for Howard. Tonight she 
would have to insist that he make love to her and quell her 
raging need. Women had their rights 
nowadays, too. It was no longer just the man who was 
entitled to an orgasm. Well, whether he 
was upset about work or not, it had to be tonight!
	"There, is that better?" she asked as she finished 
giving Wolf's coat its first set of strokes, 
swinging her long red hair back over her shoulder.
	Only to have Wolf answer by abruptly turning his 
head and darting out his long thick 
tongue to wash wetly and intoxicatingly across her startled 
open mouth. "Why --!" But before she 
could finish, his tongue had artfully inserted itself between 
her lush red lips and he was French 
kissing her, stuffing that long wet tongue all the way into 
her mouth, licking at her even white 
teeth and all around the sides of her gasping mouth.
	She tried to fend him off by gripping the shaggy 
fur around his neck, but instead found 
herself responding in a way that was wholly unexpected. 
His kiss was so like Howard's -- except 
for the size of his tongue, which of course, was much 
bigger -- that she couldn't seem to keep 
herself from kissing him back. She sucked on his tongue 
luxuriously, and licked it all over with 
instinctive adoration of its dominating maleness. And 
instead of pulling away, her softly mounded 
breasts pressed themselves snug into the warmth of his fur, 
and she felt a wave of warm cuntal 
moisture shoot down from her loins in natural feminine 
response.
	But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the 
bathroom floor and spread her legs for 
him -- for this dog! -- was overwhelming!
	Georgia was incredulous. She had known that she 
was in a mildly turned-on mood, but 
hadn't guessed for a minute that desire could be unleashed 
so awesomely like this, with the 
swiftness and force of a mighty river breaking through its 
own floodgates and spilling forward in a 
great tidal wave of emotion.
	It seemed like an endless decade for a kiss. She 
couldn't seem to get her breath. She knew 
that the wetness from her hopelessly aroused vagina was 
seeping into the already tangled red curls 
of her pubic hair, but she couldn't seem to do anything 
about it. Her breasts were alive with a 
throbbing that threatened to break her heaving chest and 
her hard little nipples ached to be sucked. 
Indeed, she probably wouldn't have been able to tear herself 
away if suddenly the water in the 
bathtub hadn't threatened to overflow. As it was, she was 
barely able to break from Wolf's 
passionate animal kiss and rush to the taps in time. 
Turning them both off, she whirled around just 
in time to keep Wolf from pushing his snout up again 
between her legs.
	"I know you now, you -- you lecher," she warned 
him, shaking her finger at him. "You 
know just what you're doing, don't you? Well, you're not 
going to do it again -- not here. You can 
try that on some of your other senoritas. Don't you have any 
shame?"
	But Wolf only grinned malevolently and she 
realized with a quickening of her overexcited 
heart that she had taken the wrong tack.
	"Well," she sniffed, "you've really hurt my 
feelings. But anyway, I promised you a bath 
and that's what you're going to get. Get in the tub."
	Wolf put his forelegs up on the edge of the bath 
and with an effortless little shuffle born of 
long experience he clambered over the edge with his hind 
legs, too, to fall with a splash into the 
soapy warm water.
	"Well, there's just a little too much water, but you 
stay there and behave yourself while 
mama takes the plug out with her free hand. I'm warning 
you."
	The big dog grinned, its large tongue lolling out. 
True to her word, she watched him 
carefully as she removed the stopper and some of the water 
went out until the bath was only half 
full. Wolf stood quietly watching her from the other end of 
the tub, his dark eyes shining with 
both love and confusion at his new keeper's actions. What 
was the matter? Didn't she want to 
play? Why had she scolded him so harshly? Maybe this was 
a new game.
	Even though she now had some inkling of the 
German shepherd's lecherous intentions, it 
hadn't quite registered with Georgia just precisely in what 
danger she was. She hadn't even 
bothered to put her housecoat back on. So despite all the 
warning she had, Georgia was still to 
some extent blissfully unaware of the true situation as her 
canine visitor waited in patience with 
his big brown eyes trained unnervingly on her. Her naked 
breasts swayed hypnotically before him, 
just a tongue's length away from his open mouth, and the 
tantalizing scent of her loins was driving 
Wolf crazy. Now, as she began to soap up a large sponge, 
getting on her knees at the side of the 
tub, the tormented dog's penis jerked and bounced with 
anticipation, filling hotly with blood.
	The sponge foamed with lather as she squeezed it. 
Now she was ready. He would get a 
bath and that would be the end of it. So she filled the 
sponge with water again and again as she ran 
it over his heavy animal body, squeezing the lather out all 
over him. The water dripped down 
from his crown, over his neck, down his back, along his rib 
cage, over his quivering tail, and 
finally down along a gleaming red point which Georgia 
was surprised to find emerging from 
beneath his belly.
	She looked more closely. Then it occurred to her 
that it was her curiosity to begin with 
that had prompted her to bring the stray dog into the bath 
in the first place. She had entertained 
some fleeting thoughts with respect to canine sex, she 
remembered now, and with all the time in 
the world to fool around, had decided on this innocent little 
past time. But how it had backfired! 
She had learned more about canine sex in the last five 
minutes than she thought she would want to 
know her entire life!
	And then she saw it -- Wolf's gradually stiffening 
penis peeping redly from its soft hairy 
surrounds. So that was what a dog's penis looked like... and 
in that instant the naive housewife 
was hypnotized with curiosity. Unthinkingly her hands 
began to soap more and more under and 
around the furry pointed sheath of his loins, and in another 
moment her hands had actually fondled 
Wolf's testicles and bumped against his slowly expanding 
organ.
	She was really surprised that a dog could have 
such large testicles, and more than a little 
alarmed at the way his cock was growing. By now her 
curiosity was fully aroused. She found 
herself wondering how large his organ might be when it 
reached complete, blood-hardened 
erection. It was already sticking out several inches from its 
furry hiding place.
	More and more her hands and fingers came to 
squeeze and stroke Wolf's rapidly expanding member, and 
with each fleeting caress it seemed to get bigger and bigger. 
Unknown to her conscious mind, her hands fondled his 
genitals along with the sponge which ostensibly she was 
using to wash him.
	Now Georgia was also finding herself become 
more and more excited. Wolf had such a beautiful body, 
with such strong sleek muscles. She admired his handsome 
canine head, and couldn't help but think back to that lewd 
fiery kiss he had given her. Why, it was ridiculous, but if 
the water hadn't been running over the edge of the tub, the 
silly dog might have seduced her with that kiss!
	But what was she thinking of? A dog couldn't 
seduce a woman. That wasn't possible... or was it?
	Sure, if he had a penis he could probably make 
love to a woman, albeit mechanically. And yes, Wolf very 
definitely had a penis, she could see that. Georgia gulped, 
her throat feeling very dry. A wave of curious excitement 
washed through her loins at the sight of the dog's gleaming 
red cock. My God! It was getting bigger than her own 
husband's -- and yet it was still expanding!
	What would it feel like to have such a massive 
instrument pounding deep up inside of her? Her cuntal 
walls felt all fluttery just contemplating it. Howard hadn't 
made love to her in so long that she couldn't seem to get 
her mind off the subject, and now that she was alone with 
this virile young German shepherd, her mind was jumbled 
with incoherent thoughts of indulgence in things forbidden 
and obscene.
	The trembling redhead wondered idly if Wolf had 
ever fucked a woman. Was it the same as fucking another 
dog? How did it make him feel? Had the other women 
found themselves in the very position she was in now... and 
what had they done? Had they let him lick them? God! 
There was no denying Wolf had driven her crazy with his 
sneaky but expert licking of her pussy just a few moments 
ago. But surely there couldn't be anymore than that between 
a woman and a dog... could there?
	She felt her breath coming faster and faster. There 
was no denying now that the viscous secretions of her 
vagina were flowing rapidly at a truly remarkable rate. It 
occurred to her again that she was alone here with Wolf 
and would be the whole day, and that whatever happened 
here between them was more secret by far than anything 
she might do with a human male. She had been thinking 
about a lover, hadn't she? If Howard kept on with his cool 
indifference, she needed to make love. She needed it, 
needed a man's hard hot penis sliding wetly in and out of 
her aching cunt. She needed something! A dog like Wolf, 
being mute, was perfectly discreet. Whatever happened 
here today was their secret, foolish or wise or silly. No one 
would ever know.
	No one would ever know.
	Georgia blushed nervously. She had the most 
terrible guilty feeling in her fluttering belly. What on earth 
was she thinking of? She wanted to giggle and race around 
the house naked. The most terrible feeling of abandon was 
in her, making her already quivering breasts rise and fall in 
heavy gasps.
	By now Wolf's swollen cock had come spinning 
out through the soap suds to grow to truly astounding 
proportions. Georgia's long-fingered hands groped and 
massaged obscenely beneath the dog's belly, feeling along 
the entire fearfully pulsing length of his penis. She was 
quite fascinated at the way his penis tapered up to the tip. A 
cock like that promised a fresh thrill with each new inch, 
and, it was fiercely exciting to the mesmerized woman to 
think that her touch was producing this fantastic bestial 
arousal. She could feel his testicles throbbing in her gently 
cupping palms, and she knew they were churning with 
sperm inside.
	For a moment she seemed to go dizzy. It was 
wildly erotic to be fondling the dog's sexual equipment, and 
probably illicit as well. But if no one would ever know, did 
it matter?
	She gasped and trembled as his cock continued to 
burst in size. Taking her other hand out of the bath for a 
moment, she reached down and pushed her middle finger 
across the warm sticky lips of her cunt, finding them moist 
and swollen and the tender curls of her pubic hair drenched 
with her passionate-secretions. She was alarmed and 
excited all put together. If only there was some way to 
satisfy herself -- her cravings were flying altogether out of 
control now. She desperately needed something shoved up 
into her wanting pussy... and now!
	Wolf whimpered and her attention was drawn 
back to him. "Was I neglecting you, my darling?" she 
cooed, both her hands once more milking his desire-
enlarged cock and balls. His penis looked almost a good 
eight inches long now, and as she ran her thumb and 
forefinger over its slippery length, measuring it, she 
couldn't keep back a yearning sigh at its wonderful feel.
	"I'll bet you understand a woman, don't you 
darling," she murmured softly. "You've got a marvelous 
cock there. Any woman would be proud and happy to have 
a penis like that on her husband."
	Wolf whimpered as if in understanding. He wasn't 
quite sure what she was saying, but the silken tone of her 
voice and the way her fingers were stroking his aching cock 
were driving him insane.
	"Do most women like you to... to fuck them with 
that, precious?" And she pronounced the lewd word 
seductively with her tongue, glorying in the wicked sound 
of it. Then she tickled his penis until some cum oozed from 
the tip onto her fingers, and the urge to lick it was terrific. 
"It's -- it's like a club. Oh my God, what's coming over me. 
You know, don't you, darling? You've wanted it all along, 
right? You're a devilish little seducer!"
	Wolf seemed to laugh, and then suddenly his long 
pink tongue darted forward to insert itself through her open 
lips. This time Georgia was again taken completely by 
surprise, and in addition she was still holding the dog's 
massive member in her hand, and this made his kiss doubly 
exciting.
	Her pussy hair was becoming literally drenched 
with her honey-like cuntal moisture as he thrust his 
enormous tongue backward into her throat and began 
seemingly fucking her mouth with it. Lifting his foreleg, he 
pawed at her nakedly heaving breasts, scratching at her 
sensitive nipples until Georgia-could not keep back a 
heartfelt moan of pure ecstasy.
	Her cunt felt as if it were on fire. There was no 
way to escape. She had to admit it to herself now -- yes, she 
loved this exciting kiss! And she would have fucked 
anything that walked in the door at that very instant!


Chapter 4

	"But, lover -- where -- oh, darling..." the aroused 
redhead gasped incoherently, not knowing who, or what or 
where she was. All she knew was that this powerfully 
demanding animal kiss was making her cunt literally churn 
with lust. Her hotly quivering thighs felt as if they were 
disintegrating, while the moisture of her passion trickled by 
the seeming cupful from her wildly tingling walls and 
trembling cunt lips to soak into her already thickly soaked 
red pubic hair.
	Her hands seemed to be moving helplessly, 
wonderingly all over the German shepherd's magnificent 
furry body as he stood there so motionlessly in the bath. Her 
tremulous breasts felt swollen to bursting and as if they 
were being caressed by hundreds of tiny hands. She sucked 
lingeringly on his long fluid tongue, all the time repeating 
to herself over and over again: no one will ever know, no 
one will ever know...
	Her fingers reached down in the water to release 
the plug and send the water rushing down the drain. Her 
loins were so inflamed that she didn't see how she could 
wait a single instant longer without going out of her mind. 
Especially now that Wolf was somewhat spruced up and 
smelled so fresh and clean. She hoped and supposed that it 
wouldn't take much to get him to lap at her cunt again. 
Maybe that would relieve some of the terrible, maddening 
itch in her loins... oh God, what on earth was she thinking? 
But no, no, it was true. She would let him if he tried again. 
She just had to have some relief!
	Georgia was amazed and alarmed as the bath 
water ran out to discover just how masterfully hung her 
furry visitor was. It was one thing to be caressing his penis 
with her hands when it was partly concealed by all that 
lather and soapy water, but quite another to be seeing it 
without anything to obscure its powerful size.
	For the moment she felt just the slightest fear -- a 
fear of the sort natural to a virginal girl who is not quite 
sure that her snug, tender young insides are adequate to the 
task of receiving a full-sized, lust-engorged penis. She 
wanted to laugh out loud. At her age, to be as apprehensive 
as a young bride! Imagine!
	Her hands reached for the panting German 
shepherd and helped him to clamber over the edge of the 
bath, then watched him wildly spray water all over the 
bathroom as he shook himself in the center of the rug. She 
wasn't quite sure what she wanted of him, or what he 
wanted of her, or what they wanted of each other, but 
whatever it was, now was the time for it.
	"Hurry, lover," she whispered, blowing warmly 
into one of his pointed ears until Wolf quivered with hot 
delight. "Hurry. Come with mama into the bedroom. Let's 
see what we can do. You've got to help me, Wolf, before I 
go crazy." Her hands brushed fondly up and down along his 
sleek wet back, growing more urgent and excited by the 
minute. She had to get him to lick her cunt if it was the last 
thing she ever did! No one would ever know... and she 
needed it so badly.
	"Hurry, darling!" she moaned, moving swiftly to 
the door of her bedroom. Now that her mind was made up 
and she was spinning hopelessly over the edge of obscene 
and illicit desire, she was in no mood to wait a single 
second longer. She had fought mightily with all her 
willpower to resist this forbidden thing, whatever it was, 
but it was no use. She had her needs and they were driving 
her mad, and felt totally willing to give in now that she had 
adequately rationalized away her depravity. She decided 
that her sanity was at stake, and consequently almost any 
debauchery was justified in her mind. She had to save her 
mental health in order to continue to serve Howard and 
Karen. Where would her pretty platinum-haired young 
daughter be without her? And it was, after all, completely 
her husband's fault, that wretch, for the fact that Georgia 
was now in such a state of frenzy. If not for him, this entire 
business would have never had a chance to get started. 
	"In here, quickly."
	The full-bodied young mother held the bedroom 
door open for Wolf, then closed it tightly behind him. The 
big dog bounded over to the bed and then leaped up on top 
of it, and Georgia found herself thrilling as she watched his 
powerful form moving about so god-like and forceful. Wolf 
was a law unto himself. He knew nothing about making a 
living or providing for her, or about real estate or anything 
else. He was just a marvelous animal who had been born for 
this moment and none other.
	She didn't hesitate a minute, but moved quickly 
across the floor, her cheeks flushed with both excitement 
and anxiety. What on earth was she doing? Would she be 
able to look at herself in the mirror tomorrow? Oh God, did 
it even matter?
	"Move over," she commanded, and he did so as 
she lay down on one side of the big double bed. Then she 
raised up her knee and slowly inched her voluptuously 
proportioned body over toward the center of the bed. Wolf 
leaped joyously out of the way, clambering over her legs 
while she got herself into position.
	At last! At last she was ready. This was action he 
could understand!
	By now Georgia's long milk-white legs were 
completely spread open in the center of the bed, and she 
allowed herself a luxury she hadn't partaken of in years, 
pressing two of her fingers in between her steaming wet 
cuntal lips and driving them deep inside her churning 
vagina until a stifled groan of desire broke from her lips 
that was like the sound of a great amen.
	That was it, she thought dreamily as she gently 
pistoned her fingers in and out of her seeping cunt. This 
was what she had been waiting for. This was what all her 
unrequited passion had been building up to all these weeks.
	She tried to reach for him as she finger-fucked her 
hungering loins in a frenzy of satisfying lust. Why had she 
denied herself for so long? She couldn't remember now, and 
anyway it didn't matter.
	"Wolf, please... help me... do what you did 
before... please..."
	But the handsome and dashing dog merely looked 
down at her with a superior air, appearing to be waiting for 
something. What was it? What more did he need?
	"Lick me," she blurted out blatantly, surrendering. 
"Lick my cunt!"
	The big German shepherd appeared to laugh, and 
then his head inclined and he moved forward between her 
scissored-open legs. With a single long, swiping movement, 
his snout went down and forward, and then his tongue was 
snaking out lizard-like and whipping through the moist wet 
furrow of her vulnerably spread vagina, ripping her soul to 
shreds.
	"Aarrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, her 
beautiful red-tressed head flailing backwards, her pelvic 
region thrusting upward to meet his ardent tongue. She had 
done it now, debased herself -- and it was wonderful! There 
was no turning back. And in a sense she must have realized 
that from the first moment she felt her belly trembling 
when she gazed down into the dark limpid pools of his hot 
and sexy brown eyes. The rest had been courtship. She 
knew now that she wanted this thing -- this marvelous 
thing -- no matter how obscene or illicit it was. Indeed, the 
very forbiddance of their situation added a measure of 
excitement that as exotic in the extreme. As the big dog's 
tongue lapped through her warmly seeping pussy slit, her 
glistening cuntal lips clung to it like a woman clutching at 
her lover. The rough texture of his tongue served to 
magnetically bind her tender cuntal folds to it.
	And then Wolf did something that was so fiercely 
exciting and intoxicating it fairly took her breath away. For 
all of a sudden that fearful furry seducer drove his cold wet 
snout right up into her steaming pussy flesh, wedging it in 
as deeply as he could. Then when he'd done that he began 
punctuating his snout in and out of her convulsing cunt 
with a savagely swift, staccato-like movement.
	"Oh! Oh! Oh! Wolf! What are you doing!" she 
screamed as he punched his snout in and out between her 
legs with machine-gun like thrusts. This was wild, crazy. 
He left her with no room to alter, cajole or implore. This 
was just the most furious, wonderful rape of her loins she'd 
ever encountered. The mind-drugging, soul-dredging tattoo 
of his snout banging back and forth against her vulnerable 
and open vagina sent her half way towards her orgasm 
before she knew what hit her.
	Georgia had never had any experience like this 
before. Usually Howard made love to her very affectionately 
before he even considered putting his thick, blood-swollen 
cock into her cunt. But this brutish animal was actually 
raping her with his nose! And she was loving every minute 
of it!
	Frantic with desire, she gripped his ears wildly 
and tried to drag his face all the way up inside her. And all 
the while she was moaning as if she were delirious with 
fever.
	"Oh! OH! DAAAAAAAARLING!" she crooned, 
her head flailing from side to side and her long red hair 
flying madly around the pillow. This was totally the most 
mind-splitting experience she'd ever had. His snout was 
pumping in and out of her loins like an oil drill, making 
her lust spiral higher and higher with each lewd bestial 
thrust. She could feel the bristly tough hairs all around his 
handsome jaws whisking in and out of her cunt as if they 
would rip her to pieces. But the pain didn't matter; nothing 
did. There was only this wonderful feeling in her loins 
which had turned her body to jelly. Only that mattered and 
nothing else.
	Georgia knew she was acting like a depraved 
whore, with her pelvis gyrating obscenely all over the stray 
dog's crazily raping snout, but she didn't care. 
"Yesssssssss," she hissed over and over, not even conscious 
of what she was saying. The passion-drugged redhead 
squirmed and twisted voluptuously on the bed and thrashed 
her body all over her lover-dog's face like a woman gone 
mad, heaving her firmly mounded breasts up and back with 
primeval desire. The needs of her flesh had taken complete 
control, shoving all other considerations far into the 
background.
	The eager German shepherd whimpered with 
growing need, feeling his new mistress responding beneath 
him. Occasionally when she glanced downwards she could 
glimpse his thickening red penis slipping ever so slightly 
more from its well-concealing sheath, the tiniest drop of 
milk-white sperm glistening in its red beveled tip.
	A savage shudder of pure desire rippled through 
Georgia's hopelessly turned on flesh. She was almost there 
now, and the sight of her furry lover's enormous penis 
forced her still higher. The sheer eroticism ofher mad 
situation made her feel giddy to the point of weightlessness. 
Here she way, lying on her own bed in her own bedroom, 
being ruthlessly fucked by a dog! But it didn't matter! The 
terrible, frustrating tingle in her loins was being swamped 
by other equally tormenting sensations. And here was the 
means, secret and discreet, for satisfying her lewd desires.
	Her hotly seeping red-fringed pussy seemed to be 
carried away on a tide of sensuality. "Wolf!" she panted 
breathlessly. "That's it, darling! Oh, darling!" But the 
sounds from her gasping throat came like a choking gurgle, 
so that she herself couldn't even identify the strange sounds 
coming out of her mouth.
	Her smoky, lust-glazed eyes peered down at her 
handsome canine lover through a veil of lewd and 
lascivious yearning. Then her eyes glazed as wave after 
wave of unbearable pleasure inundated her pleasure-starved 
loins. A spot of licentious saliva appeared on her burning 
crimson lips. Every move of the muscular animal waxing so 
hungrily between her shivering legs made her thighs feel 
like water. All of her flesh seemed to have disintegrated 
with weakness and the sheer force of her passion. There 
was a raging conflagration within her hair-fringed cunt that 
dominated her oul totally and without mercy. Frenetic 
sensations of pure desire seemed to be ripping her apart.
	"Darling... oh good... that's it... love mama... oh 
darling..." She trembled thrillingly beneath his lavish nasal 
fucking. Her vagina was so moist and flowing with passion 
she was afraid she might faint from sheer joy.
	And then he went back to licking her again. 
Georgia uttered a mindless little cry of pure heaven as her 
canine darling's long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, 
curling wetly at its tip as it searingly splayed open the 
fervid, sensitive lips of her lasciviously waiting cunt. And 
then before she could get her head back on straight, Wolf 
had laved his way all the way down to the very mouth of 
her lust-inflamed vagina, separating wetly the soft, hair-
fringed folds, drawing with a scorching heat upward and in 
between the swollen lips, and then finishing with an 
agonizingly electrifying twist at the delicate little bud of her 
already hotly vibrating clitoris!
	Georgia gurgled like a baby, out of her mind with 
ecstasy. "Aaaarrrrggggmurfffggghhhh." This was unlike 
any other feeling in the world. She wanted to burn up in it! 
Pressing her fingers into his soft furry crown, she goaded 
him on as his lewdly lapping tongue assaulted her most 
secretive inner recesses. Again and again the handsome 
brute repeated his burning lingual caress, dragging gasps of 
pure lasciviousness from the sex-intoxicated housewife. His 
obscenely stroking tongue splayed through the widespread 
crevice of her shivering white thighs, singeing her exposed 
and vulnerable loins which were humping so lewdly up into 
his face, her soft, sparse-curled pubic mound seething with 
primitive sexual debauchery.
	By now Wolf's erotic lapping of her blazing vagina 
had left Georgia no better than a gibbering, whimpering 
idiot, wild to feel every last stroke of that long artful tongue 
of his, crazy-mad to know every last thrilling, mind-
bending sensation that flowed from its electrified tip. Wolf's 
furry head was pursuing her pussy with an adoration she 
had never known from her own husband.
	As for the German shepherd he was going wild 
with desire himself. His enormous cock, red and angry-
looking, was now fully exposed and bobbing gently with 
lewd intent. And if he hadn't been well trained by someone 
long gone to work his mistresses up to fever pitch, he would 
have done as he wished and sunk the entire bone-hard rod 
of his cock deep into her, right to the hilt.
	But he knew from vast experience what to do, and 
he did it ruttishly, his long wet tongue slavering through 
her red-curling pussy hair, then up in scroll-form through 
her eagerly responding cuntal flesh to flick artfully at her 
ecstasy-drenched clitoris as Georgia's cream-white thighs 
shivered with longing.
	The lustful scent of her loins made the dog's 
sensitive nostrils flare, and he lapped at her loins with 
increasing urgency, drawing up all of the tender hair-
fringed folds and then letting them slap back again like 
liquid rubber. The moist pink flanges quivered with 
expectancy, tremulous with desire for him, as the German 
shepherd's heart beat frantically and his penis felt as if it 
were bursting.
	"You darling..." she hissed mindlessly, lost in a 
lust-drugged fit. "That's it, lap my cunt... oh... oh... you 
darling... that's it..." She murmured endearments through 
passion-clenched teeth, her slender white neck straining, 
her hips pumping upward into his face, and her long legs 
thrashing. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her beautiful 
head lolled from side to side on the pillow, rolling all of her 
long red hair back and forth over her milky smooth 
shoulders. A tiny blue vein throbbed ardently in her temple 
as all of her mature lust-ridden body gave itself over to pure 
sensuality. The sheer exquisite joy of having her loins 
ransacked by this handsome animal was incomparable.
	"Darling! Oooohhhhhh... love me to death! Lick 
me... oh God I'm dying... God . . . don't stop... oh... oh... 
oh... Georgia will cum in a minute lover... don't stop... 
faster... faster... lick... oh God... you're... 
ohhhhhhooooohhhhhh... BABEEEEEEE!"
	All the nerve-endings in her sex-taut body seemed 
to be shrieking out for completion... but only... only the 
most wonderful blinding orgasm would... oooh... oh... 
ohhhhh...
	Georgia had never known the equal of this lewd, 
feverish sensation which had made such a furnace of her 
belly. The fluid cuntal channel between her legs had 
become a raging river at floodtide. The full, sensually 
swollen mounds of her breasts felt as if they were bursting 
with milk. Each time he lapped through her hair-fringed 
pussy slit, her belly convulsed with new lust.
	Her groans deepened with each long, drawn-out 
lap of her cunt, mingling with the lewd liquid noises of his 
tongue between her legs, and filling the bedroom in a 
crescendo of carnal release. With one elbow, the wildly 
groaning redhead raised herself up to momentarily watch 
her animal lover, then fell backward again with a happy 
sigh. Her feverish brain had become a blank to everything 
except his tongue, and her breathing now came in ragged, 
sharply punctuated gasps. She was trapped by an obscene 
emotion that had no name. Then there was a swift, 
whooshing intake of her breath, as Wolf's irresistibly 
searching tongue splurged out between her widely spread 
buttocks to worm its way up between her tingling ass-
cheeks to her snug little anal mouth, where it lewdly 
burrowed in as deep as it could!
	The voluptuously proportioned redhead was 
wracked with agony as she twisted and turned on the 
double bed, her molten hot breasts heaving sensuously from 
side to side. Blissfully the dog's tongue continued splaying 
open the hotly welcoming flesh -- then lunging in a 
maddening invading curl all the way up into the primitively 
clutching heat of her craving vagina!
	"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
	Georgia moaned with anguish, a moan that 
seemed not to have any ending. Her entire vaginal region 
spasmed with burning energy like an exploding sun, and 
opening her sex-drugged eyes to feed lustfully on the 
obscene spectacle of Wolf's tongue lapping so madly 
between her shivering white thighs only served to increase 
the maddening quiver of her belly. She groaned giddily, 
everything inside her struggling for the climax that was just 
out of reach. Her hotly smoldering flesh seemed to be 
burning up in its own juices with each maddening lick and 
flick of the strange German shepherd's well-trained tongue!
	Wolf licked deliriously, whining the whole time, 
his tongue lashing her naked flesh like a whip, penetrating 
deeply through the warm, moist hair-fringed folds between 
her obscenely bucking thighs. He slavered thirstily in her 
ever-flowing cuntal secretions, adoring her melodious sighs 
and moans and groans as they broke about his head in a 
tidal wave of encouragement. And yet his ruttish instincts 
clamored for still more! Consequently he abruptly 
discontinued his lapping of her steaming loins and backed 
away from her on his hairy haunches. Georgia wailed with 
anguish, gasped and drew herself up on her elbows, her 
long red hair trailing out in back of her on the pillows, her 
eyes humid and smoky with lust. Her abandoned pussy 
folds clutched hungrily after the swiftly departing tongue, 
but it was no use. He was gone.
	"Wolf! Darling, what have I done? Where are you 
going? Please don't stop!"
	But the big German shepherd didn't appear to be 
listening to the lust-fired young housewife's ardent love 
words. His eyes blazing with animal desire, he continued 
backing away on the bed... until she saw it! His huge, 
upraised red animal penis, completely exposed and 
glistening lewdly in its blood-filled rigidity!


Chapter 5

	Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, 
Georgia gaped at the gleaming red penis 
that had emerged from its long fury cocoon beneath the big 
dog's belly, thick and wet, it's tapered 
end swaying tantalizingly as it left the protective sheath in 
an ever expanding length of hardness.
	It was bigger than Howard's! Georgia panted 
wordlessly, her eyes glazed over as she 
confronted this marvelously formed canine cock sliding 
with such agonizing slowness from its 
soft brown sleeve. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She had 
never been so turned on in her life and 
ready to explode! She was thrilled beyond all measure that 
it was her beauty which had aroused 
this powerful good-looking animal to such a fever pitch of 
lascivious illicit desire that transcended 
all bounds of known propriety.
	She realized it now -- he wanted to get between 
her legs and fuck her, just as she had been 
secretly afraid all along. And why shouldn't he want to? 
Wasn't she beautiful? Could only a man 
appreciate a woman's body? And hadn't Wolf proved that 
he knew all the little feelings and 
nuances required of an ardent lover? Hadn't he proven his 
adoration? So why shouldn't he fuck 
her, ram his thickly bloated animal-cock high up into her 
slippery passion-drenched cunt?
	But some residue of morality was still present in 
the inexperienced wife's mind, and 
suddenly she managed to protest in an agonized voice, "Oh 
my darling, we mustn't... it's wrong... 
forbidden... no matter how much we want each other... oh 
God, I do love you... oh never... not 
this... darling... we mustn't... ohhhhh..."
	But even as she stammered out all this awkward 
denial, she couldn't keep her lust glazed 
eyes off his still expanding and lengthening animal cock. 
"Ooooooooh," she squealed, hopelessly 
thrilled and in the grip of a passion so obscene it was 
unnamable. "Yes, I love you... you know I 
do... but how can we, lover darling... how can we... oh God, 
we have to! I can't stand it -- I've got 
to cum!"
	And with this, all last remnants of puritan 
morality and restraint fled, and Georgia uttered a 
sharp, piteous cry of anguished desire. If only he had made 
her climax with his tongue, perhaps 
she wouldn't be so vulnerable. But it was too late now to 
ponder the imponderable; she was 
hooked. A mere slave of the flesh to his ardent canine 
whims, as she scrambled for the pillows, 
stacking them high under her buttocks and hips so that 
soon her open pelvis was raised high into 
the air as if on a dais for a temple goddess, and she rested 
back on her shoulders with her glossy 
red hair spread out like a fan around her head.
	This position forced the burning hot flanges of her 
cunt to open up in an oval like a mouth 
waiting to be tongue-kissed. Beyond those open and 
vulnerable portals Wolf could see all of her 
urgently waiting wetness, waiting for the plunge of his lust-
stiffened member. The redheaded 
housewife's eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and then 
she pulled her knees back again until 
they pressed into her erotically tingling breasts, revealing 
still further the lewdly raised mound of 
her flaming pussy, glistening with molten desire where it 
lay nakedly spread open before him. 
Georgia raised her beautiful head to look down between her 
rising and falling breasts and open 
legs at her handsome canine lover, who waited patiently 
with his massive shining red cock 
bobbing with the instinctual heartbeat of his lust. Beyond 
that lay his heavy, sperm-laden testicles 
that wanted to spurt deeply up inside her waiting belly. 
"Yes, Wolf," she croaked shamelessly. 
"Fuck me now! I'm ready, darling!" She reached between 
her legs and lewdly stroked her middle 
finger through her greedily throbbing pussy with a savage 
erotic gesture. "Get in it, baby darling! 
Hurry, lover!"
	Wolf wanted to, but he had been waiting for her to 
turn over. He had been trained to fuck 
women from behind, his paws clutching their soft fleshy 
curves as they trembled excitedly under 
him. He was not familiar with this new position. But his 
beautiful mistress was obviously ready 
and eager for him, and his own heart was also beating with 
a sex-crazed animal heat. Perhaps it 
was all right this new way!
	Wolf whined as he moved hesitantly toward her on 
the bed. And then he was mounting 
easily between Georgia's widespread legs, his canine head 
panting hungrily above hers, as his 
huge jerking penis swung in toward the steaming heat of 
her open pussy lips... and finally brushed 
against it!
	"Ooooohhh... oh darling... put... put in... yes, 
hurry before I do go out of my mind..." 
Georgia closed her eyes tightly as if to shut out the terrible 
waves of obscene guilt that were 
flooding her nakedly quivering flesh. But then her arms 
were snaking up around his furry 
muscular body and she was hugging him close, her softly 
moistened lips kissing all over his hairy 
snout, her tongue stroking obscenely across his. And as he 
answered her with his own licking of 
her passion-twisted features, she reached down beneath him 
and her cool slender fingers gently 
gripped his slippery hot animal-penis, parting her soft red 
pubic hair with its thick beveled tip, and 
bringing it warmly into the pulsating opening of her 
surrendering vagina.
	"Oh, in me..." she sighed huskily, fraught with 
passion, "ooohhhhh... darling! I need it so 
bad! Fuck me with it. Hurreeee! Oh, just the tip's inside me 
now, darling. Fuck it all into your 
hungry mistress's cunt. Hurry! My wonderful, wonderful 
Wolf!"
	The convulsively gasping redhead gripped the 
dog's swollen cock with a hunger born of 
her passion. It felt as hot and hard as a rigid iron bar and 
yet soft and wet at the same time. And 
suddenly Wolf lurched forward as if an cue. For moments 
he had felt her moistly clutching cuntal 
lips kissing his cock, nibbling at the fiery red tip like 
something possessed, and now he could take 
no more. He fucked forward with a primitive, purposeful 
stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing 
animal lust.
	"Uuugggghhhh!" Georgia barked as the huge dog 
drove his cock deep inside her. At last! 
Her loins and brain were boiling like a witches' cauldron. 
His penis rammed up so high into her 
belly she was afraid it would come out her throat!
	Wolf was squatting partially on his haunches 
between his mistress's wide-splayed white 
thighs humping forward again and again to bury himself to 
the hilt in her hotly streaming cunt. 
Each time he thrust, his sperm-bloated testicles came 
swinging forward, thumping with an 
obscene moist smack into the smooth, widely split crevice 
of her buttocks. And then he 
began pumping into her with the staccato speed of a 
machine gunner on an open trigger.
	"Urgggghhhhhaaarrrgggllllldaaaaaarling!" she 
gurgled ecstatically reeling with pleasure 
beneath the stray dog's furious fucking. She felt as if she 
were already cumming, and her throaty 
cries became one long, endless moan of mindless delight as 
he pistoned relentlessly up between 
her legs. For Georgia there was only Wolf's deadly earnest 
reaming of her tender vagina, and 
nothing else. Her passion-dilated cuntal passage flowered 
open like a rose in the hot summer sun. 
She would not have denied him anything now. She was 
totally enslaved and vulnerable, a 
helplessly groaning mass of aroused female flesh, living for 
this excruciating thrill -- this electric 
feeling of being fucked half-to-death by this powerful 
German shepherd.
	This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, 
and she wanted to wallow in it. He was 
an animal on all fours, fucking her without tenderness or 
patience, but she didn't care. His 
lightning thrusts were so mind-bending it made her teeth 
chatter and her head spin. She squirmed 
and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating 
animal-cock which was despoiling her 
sacred redheaded beauty, feeling the entire blood-swollen 
length of it as it sluiced wetly in and out 
of her flaming hot cunt.
	Getting her breath momentarily, Georgia looked 
down between their lewdly entwined 
bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red dog-penis 
pistoning rhythmically in and out of her 
soft, curl-fringed vaginal mouth, which clung to it 
lasciviously. Her brain seemed to dissolve 
further with each maddening, breath-taking plunge, and 
she reeled in the blinding light of taboo 
animalism. Kicking out her legs, she wrapped them snugly 
up around the furry muscles of his 
powerful back, and then began undulating her pelvis with a 
wild salacious grinding motion, 
meeting his powerful strokes with lewd ecstatic abandon 
and wanton frenzy. 
	Like one possessed, the naked redhead humped 
her hotly working loins up at her German 
shepherd lover, sliding forward onto his continuously 
skewering penis as it plunged deeper and 
deeper into the tortured confines of her round little belly. 
The dog's furry stomach and loins 
battered mercilessly against her milk-white flesh, thudding 
resoundingly into her lewdly spread 
cuntal flesh, his enormous blood-engorged penis sinking far 
up into the hot fluid inferno of her 
wildly clasping vaginal channel.
	Almost unconscious of her actions, Georgia 
rotated her buttocks and hips furiously 
beneath him with shameless mewls of pure happiness, 
spiraling her cunt hungrily up and down 
around the punishing length of Wolf's instinct-driven cock, 
a blissful cry of anguished joy 
breaking from her parted lips.
	And then she thought her head was going to 
explode right off her shoulders as she sensed 
her longed-for orgasm coming hurtling towards her. Its 
advance signals splayed through her 
erotically seething loins like the prickling of a million tiny 
needles, torturing the pit of her 
sensuously shivering belly with the obscene promise of the 
most shattering climax she'd ever 
known!
	She seemed to be whining endlessly now, straining 
and yearning on the very edge of the 
steep gorge of her approaching climax, only to feel it recede 
from her yet once again, 
tantalizingly.
	"Oh, come on, boy! That's it, you wonderful dear -
- oh! OH! Fuck meeeeeee! OH!" Her 
voice cracked with passion as she slavered ecstatically all 
over his panting canine face, smothering 
it with burning moist kisses. Her loins felt as if they were 
going to explode into millions of 
individual molecules.
	Above her, Wolf's hotly chugging animal heart 
raged out of control, hugging and puffing 
with love for his new redheaded mistress whose long soft 
legs were wound so snugly around his 
swiftly moving back as were her arms, now, so passionately 
around his neck. She pleaded with 
him, begged and cajoled as she kissed him feverishly, at the 
same time thrusting her hugging 
vaginal walls up onto his aching rod of flesh as it drove 
faster and faster in and out between her 
thighs. The burning heat of her loins was like a balm to his 
savagely pumping cock, urging him 
madly higher.
	"Darling... oh... lick my darling... lick my 
wonderful tongue... darling... kiss me... oh... 
oh... oh...," she begged, out of her mind with lust, her face 
almost unrecognizably contorted. She 
opened her mouth to gasp out something else, and just then 
the dog's long, thick wet tongue thrust 
into the furnace of her mouth, brushing along her tongue as 
it moved to the very back of her 
throat. And she sucked it wildly, unbridled bestial passion 
making her a creature devoid of all 
reason. Her toes turned under and everything in her flesh 
seemed to scream orgiastically. With the 
German shepherd's tongue in her mouth it was as if he was 
fucking her there as well as in her 
madly churning cunt below. Sob after desperate sob burst 
from her ovalled lips... this was it... it... 
there... and then... then... her first spasm of flesh-twisting, 
mind-thrashing orgasm hit her!
	Georgia whined like a mad woman and tried to 
fight him off, her pelvis thrashing with 
uncontrollable sensual bliss. Her loins seemed to convulse 
in mid-air, twisting and squirming with 
excruciating joy, her vaginal passage undulating and 
hugging ecstatically over his swiftly moving 
dog-cock.
	Wolf responded by fucking her yet harder, and 
then he too was climaxing -- spurting out 
his hotly scalding animal sperm into the depths of her 
writhing white belly.
	The dog's tongue withdrew from her greedily 
sucking mouth and he began yelping for joy 
as she flailed her head from side to side, her face twisted 
with obscene passion. The brightest flash 
of erotic happiness Georgia had ever known blew off inside 
her like bursting cannon shot, burning 
every last nerve ending in her insanely shuddering body to 
a frazzle. The lewd combination of 
their human-animal cum trickled warmly back out of her 
rippling womb around Wolf's still 
speeding cock, flowing down the insides of her bow-string 
taut thighs as she milked her furry 
lover's penis of every last delicious drop of climactic fluid.
	Georgia groaned lustfully, her head thick with 
happiness. She moaned and sighed softly, 
her eyes hot and veiled with passion, her legs jerking 
convulsively as the last throes of her orgasm 
rippled through her naked loins. Then her legs fell weakly 
apart on the bed on either side of his 
relaxing hairy flanks. Affection and a hopeless sense of 
exchanged wonder flooded her formerly 
frustrated flesh from the tips of her toes to the very ends of 
her long, lustrous red hair.
	If this was depraved, it was the most wonderful 
depravity in the world, she thought. She 
was never going to let Wolf go. Shame didn't even enter 
into it. She couldn't remember when she 
had ever felt so relaxed. This was the most marvelous 
tranquilizer in the world. Why had the 
world withheld it from her for so long? When your body 
has a need, you don't deny that need on 
the grounds of social taboos, and sex was like a food -- you 
had to have it in order to survive. And 
this dog-woman sex was the most wonderful thing in the 
world. She was never going to deny it to 
herself again for as long as she lived.
	Wolf's cum-drained member slipped wetly from 
her semen-flooded vaginal mouth with a 
loud lewd sucking noise. She looked down affectionately, 
her eyes full of stars, at his glistening 
deflating cock, heavy with the moisture of both their 
orgiastic secretions, sliding slowly from the 
red curl-fringed folds her exhausted but joyously satiated 
cunt, the lips of which seemed to be 
clinging after his softened member as if they never wanted 
to let go.
	A happy warm glow suffused her body, and 
everything within her seemed flooded with 
pure liquid happiness. She got up on her elbows and took 
the German shepherd's handsome face 
in her hands.
	"I'm sorry I fought you, my darling. Can you 
forgive me?"
	He licked at her face in reply, and then at the 
undersides of her full, heavy breasts. Georgia 
giggled and felt as silly as a schoolgirl.
	Somehow it seemed as if she had never really been 
in love before.


Chapter 6

	Several blocks away, however, on Central Skeet, 
Karen Rogers was totally unaware of the 
obscene events taking place in her own house. She was 
trudging home dejectedly deep in her own 
thoughts, totally awkward and at sea. What was her mother 
going to say when she showed up so 
early from school? And how could she explain it?
	You see, mom, I got kicked out of school because 
Mrs. Brewster caught me masturbating 
in the girls' toilet.
	No, she couldn't possibly say anything like that. 
But what would she say in excuse when 
her strait-laced mother was called to school and this 
embarrassing intelligence was offered to her? 
The young blonde teenager felt locked in a box from which 
there was no escape, and which 
seemed to be getting smaller by the second. She could think 
of no answers -- there were only 
questions, building up without pause in overwhelming 
progression. Her life had suddenly become 
very complex indeed.
	If only Mrs. Brewster hadn't caught her in the 
girls' room with two fingers slicing 
obscenely in and out of her hotly sucking little cunt. If only 
Johnny Magnus hadn't kissed her 
before class.
	She could blame it on Johnny to some extent, she 
realized, and that even made her feel a 
little better. Because if he hadn't grabbed her in back of the 
coal chute that morning, and pressed 
her mouth open wide in a long, lingering kiss, with his 
tongue thrust between her teeth and 
lapping hungrily at her own tongue, her belly wouldn't have 
exploded like that. Oh God, the way 
he kissed her, rubbing his hand on her sensitively budding 
young breasts and grinding his loins 
hard up against her swollen pussy mound. Oh God, if that 
hadn't happened, then she wouldn't have 
had to go to the washroom and finger-fuck herself!
	Of course, part of it had begun that morning. The 
little situation between her father and 
herself, when he had pressed his thigh tight into her loins, 
had turned her right on! And she hadn't 
been able to get her mind off the big stiff member she had 
felt bulging against her leg as they 
clinched. She just bet that he blew mother's head off with 
that, and she had been jealous at the 
thought as well as excited by the feel.
	So that really Johnny Magnus' obscene French kiss 
had just been the finishing blow. She 
had almost strangled on his tongue, but she had left him 
huffily with her loins simply awash with 
excitement and her cuntal lips itching desperately. 
Consequently for almost all morning she was 
excusing herself to go to the toilet, and claiming that she 
didn't feel too well, in order to justify 
this.
	Then the minute she had closed the door to her 
little cubicle, she sat down on the toilet 
seat, spread her legs wide and wormed her fingers down 
into the snug elastic strip of her panties 
to get at her wildly seeping pussy lips. After rubbing her 
middle finger in and out of her desire-
engorged cunt, making a sluicing sucking noise that 
seemed to fill the bathroom. She then inserted 
a second finger and spent several more lewd minutes 
driving them both in and out between her 
trembling legs, thinking of everything sexy that she could -- 
her father, Johnny, and even that 
German shepherd her mother had set out a plate of food for 
that morning. After calming herself 
down, she returned to class.
	But Mrs. Brewster must have become somewhat 
suspicious at all her hasty exits that 
morning, because the last time Karen left the room, 
apparently she was followed. And just as the 
unsuspecting young girl settled down into a perfectly 
dreamy rhythm of slicing three fingers up 
and down and in and out of her burning vagina and was 
almost on the verge of a beautiful 
fulfilling orgasm, the door to the cubicle had been jerked 
open, and there was Mrs. Brewster, a 
look of pure rage on her ordinarily placid features.
	"So! Young lady!" the mortified matron had 
exclaimed. "This is how you look after 
yourself, you filthy minded creature! I might have 
suspected as much. And here I was coming to 
ask if you felt sick enough to go to the school nurse! Of all 
the..."
	"Mrs. Brewster, I can explain --"
	"No explanations are necessary! You will bend 
over at once and present your bare bottom 
to my belt, young lady! And be quick!"
	"But Mrs. Brewster --" Smack! Her teacher had 
given her such a slap in the face that the 
pretty platinum-haired teenager had hustled to comply with 
her imperious directive, quickly 
slipping her white nylon panties down around her knees 
and spreading her legs so that she was 
bent over slightly with her hands planted flat against the 
wall over the toilet.
	"Mrs. Brewster..." she had tried to protest again, 
but to no avail.
	The enraged teacher's voice was harsh and firm 
and dominating! "You have misbehaved 
by masturbating here with your fingers deep in your cunt, 
Karen... and there is absolutely no 
excuse for you. A nice lady keeps her fingers where they 
should be, and to teach you that, I'm 
going to beat the devil out of you!"
	As she spoke, Mrs. Brewster undid the thin black 
patent belt of her dress and buckled it up 
into a wicked-looking loop. Then she began slapping 
lightly at her bare pink bottom with the shiny 
side of the black leather belt.
	But it hadn't hurt as much as Karen had expected 
and indeed after awhile it seemed merely 
a feather stroke -- but a feather which was suffusing a deep 
warmth of enervating desire 
throughout her sensitive young loins with each small slap.
	At first she couldn't actually believe it was 
happening, but it was true. For as Mrs. 
Brewster "spanked" her, her cuntal region began to feel 
more aroused rather than less, until finally 
she was squirming with desire and fairly gurgling with 
happiness, her moist cuntal furrow 
becoming all drippy and trickling thick white moisture 
down her shivering long pale legs.
	"You will be good, you little wanton heathen! You 
will be good! Say it!"
	"Oh yes, I'll be good, Mrs. Brewster! Please let me 
up! I won't do it again!"
	"You'd better not, or I'll whip that smooth little 
bottom of yours, do you understand?"
	"Oh yes, Mrs. Brewster! I understand! Only let me 
go! Please!"
	And with that, the "punishment" suddenly ceased. 
Her teacher walked up behind her, 
threading her fingers into her thirteen year old charge's 
silky bright hair and fingering it as if it 
were money. Then Karen felt the older woman's hand 
smooth down over her harshly stinging 
buttocks, almost obscenely patting and manipulating her 
smooth young flesh.
	"Is that better, dear?" the teacher asked cooingly 
into Karen's small, shell-like ear, her 
breath making the girl shiver.
	"Yes -- yes, Mrs. Brewster, I'll be all right now." 
And then she had struggled to her feet 
and managed to get her thin white panties on as Mrs. 
Brewster's hands continued to wander all 
over her quivering young hypersexed body.
	"You know, you'll have to bring your mother to 
school, dear."
	"Yes, I know."
	Why had Mrs. Brewster kept touching her so 
knowledgeably and so boldly all over, Karen 
wondered. But she supposed that was just her way of 
comforting. Finally the mortified teenager 
broke from the little cubicle and ran sobbing from the girls' 
room, pausing only at her locker to 
pick up her coat and purse. Then she'd left the school 
building as fast as her legs would carry her, 
with Mrs. Brewster's voice still ringing in her ears, "Wait, 
Karen!"
	She had been too ashamed to look back, and now 
here she was, walking down Central 
Street on her sorrowful way home.
	She paused briefly to feed the pigeons in Wilmette 
Park, but she really couldn't think of 
much to do to further delay her arrival home. Maybe she 
should go home and take a nap, anyway. 
She would masturbate in her own bed much better, anyway.
	"Hello little girl."
	Karen looked around. There was a little old man 
seated at the bench next to hers in the 
park. Not only was he old, but he was very dirty looking. A 
classic dirty old man, in fact. With 
short grizzled white whiskers, rather beady blue eyes 
staring at her, and just a trace of spittle on 
his ancient lips. He was rather bent over, too, as if he 
needed good month in traction to straighten 
him out. In fact, bent over like this he looked even shorter 
than she was.
	"Hello," she said mildly, wondering why he had 
spoken to her. Surely he couldn't smell 
her perfume from all the way over there. Maybe he was just 
lonely. It couldn't hurt to talk to him.
	When she said hello in response to his greeting he 
immediately shifted from his bench to 
hers. Now he crossed his legs and looked around, just a foot 
or so separating them on the park 
bench. Why did he keep looking at her like that?
	"Like some nice candy, little girl?" he asked, 
rattling a little white bag at her.
	"Sure," she said, letting him pour a handful of the 
white-wrappered candies into her hand, 
and thinking at the same time of the many warnings her 
mother had given her about talking to 
strangers. Surely, though, this guy was just being nice. She 
sat back against the back of the bench 
with the breeze blowing her fine platinum hair around her 
shoulders and her mini-skirt up over her 
well-formed thighs until the upside-down peak of her 
panties were showing where it covered her 
still throbbing pussy mound. Hurriedly Karen pushed her 
skirt down again, and then began 
unwrapping one of the pieces of candy from its wax 
wrapper. It turned out to be a sticky chewy 
sort of stuff, and she wasn't too fond of it, but on the other 
hand she wanted to be sociable.
	"Y're out of school early, aincha?" the man said 
after a bit, edging closer to her on the 
warm wooden bench in the bright spring sunshine.
	"Uh, yeah... uh, teacher's meeting," she 
stammered. God, she certainly couldn't tell him the 
real reason, could she!
	Then suddenly the man slid the rest of the way 
across the park bench toward her and 
arched her shoulder with his bony arm.
	"You're a nice little girl," he said, and Karen gave 
a muffled little cry and struggled to get 
away. But the man held her fast and spoke harshly in her 
ear. "Hold still, little girl. I just want to 
show you something I think you're going to like."
	The old man cackled and Karen struggled even 
harder, but in vain. Suddenly he zipped 
down his pants and reached inside, pulling out the lengthy 
wizened shaft of his semi-rigid penis, 
and then reaching below it to drag out his almost shriveled 
testicles as well.
	"See that!" he whispered, completely exposed now. 
"How do you like that!" And he 
grabbed her flailing hand and pressed it tight around the 
blood-swollen rod of his cock.
	At first Karen was mystified. She had never heard 
of men who exposed themselves to 
young girls before. And my God, his penis felt thick and 
hot and hard, pulsing under her reluctant 
hand like a caged animal. But then after a few moments, 
the young teenager began to realize the 
potential danger of the situation she was in, and with a 
sudden wild scream and a violent lurch, 
she broke out of the man's temporarily relaxed grip. With 
her purse never removed from her 
shoulder, and her blonde hair flying, the frightened girl 
went running from the park without even a 
backward glance.
	After that Karen must have walked for miles. The 
day had become quite balmy, and she 
went up Green Bay Road for a little bit trying to calm her 
nerves and get her breath back, then 
along the cobbles on Cockspur Street, and then later along 
Dobcroft Road in the direction of 
the lake.
	Walking didn't seem to diminish her sadly banked 
sexual smoldering, however, and 
eventually she couldn't think of anything except how hot 
and obscenely thick that man's penis had 
been. Oh God, how good it would feel thrusting up between 
her legs! All she could think about 
was getting back to her house in a hurry and then finger-
fucking herself like crazy! Oh but cripes, 
her mom would kill her for leaving school early, sure as 
anything. What on earth could she do?
	She closed her eyes and tried to control the 
churning turmoil in her loins, but it was no use. 
Merely pressing her thighs closely together was no help. 
She needed some distraction.
	Maybe she should go by to visit her Aunt Betty, 
her father's older sister, who lived not far 
from their house. Despite the fact that she was older than 
Karen's mother by a good margin, it was 
often Aunt Betty to whom Karen turned to confide in when 
things were not going well. And Betty 
was "hip" and wore bell-bottom trousers. She was very 
youthful for her age, and was the sort of 
modern person a young girl could talk to without feeling 
put off by her age.
	Not that she wasn't attractive. Aunt Betty had 
long, light brown hair which she kept 
streaked sexily down the center, and it was often rumored 
that she took lovers during her frequent 
trips to Miami, ostensibly business trips required by her job, 
but really probably just to get away 
from her fat unkempt business-man-husband .
	Aunt Betty was understanding. She was modern. 
Karen always felt instinctively as if she 
could confide in her. No matter how old her Aunt Betty got, 
she always understood young people. 
Which was something she couldn't say for her own mother, 
who often seemed to have stuffy, old-
fashioned ideas.
	So Karen got up from her bench laboriously and 
set off to see her swinging aunt. Aunt 
Betty would show how to advise her about this terrible, all-
consuming sexual problem.


Chapter 7

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


Chapter 8

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


Chapter 9

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


Chapter 10

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


Chapter 11


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

[missing rest]
re in fairly plain view right down 
to their nipples.  "Daddy," she murmured huskily, reaching down to grab 
the point where his cock was sticking out a mile.  "If a girl can't show 
her own father her breasts, then who can she show them to?"  Then she 
blinked as if pleasantly surprised.  "Why, daddy, your prick is all hard!  
You wanted to see my titties!  You want to touch them!  Say you do!"
     "Well, I--" He glanced at her firmly upthrust breasts out of the 
corner of his eye, nervously wetting his lips with his tongue.  This was a 
dirty middle-aged man's dream come true.  Karen had such glorious young 
breasts with those oversized nipples that no man could help but want to 
suck on them.  Then, before he knew what was happening she was tattooing 
the back of his neck with her fingernails and drawing his head down, down, 
down ... until the magnetic attraction between his lips and the nipples of 
her left breast could no longer be fought ...
     "Oooooooh, daddy," she whistled ecstatically as his mouth drew in her 
distended nipple and as much of the surrounding breast flesh as he could 
get, sucking ravenously like a baby who hadn't eaten in days.  
"Oooooooooh, daddy darling," she sighed, her eyes rolling upward, her hand 
reaching down for the elongated bulge of his fully erect cock again.  
"You're sucking on my titties like you've wanted to do for a vereeeeee 
long time.  Arrgggghhhhhooooooooo darling ..."
     Karen had never had anyone's lips fastened on her sensitive mounds of 
flesh before, and as her father sucked hungrily, his hand came up to grip 
her other breast, squeezing it and twisting it.  She groaned and panted 
for air.  Who would have thought that a man playing with her breasts like 
this would have such a wild effect on her?  Her virginal little cunt was 
flowing in heated anticipation, soaking her pussy-hair.
     As for Howard, he felt delirious.  He had never seen such firmly 
magnificent breasts before, and the fact that they belonged to his own 
precocious thirteen year old daughter made them all the more exciting.  He 
sucked, mouthed, nibbled and licked ravenously.  Her large hard nipple was 
batted about by his tongue and then nibbled thrillingly with his teeth.  
Karen squeezed the bulge in his pants lasciviously and moaned, her 
beautiful head lying back in wantonness, her shining white hair lying all 
the way down to the top of her curvaceous buttocks.
     "You-you don't mind, do you, daddy?  That I let you suck on my tits 
like this?"
     "Gllrrmph."
     "Oooooh," she exulted, squeezing his genitals hungrily.  "I've wanted 
to suck on your prick for ages, daddy.  Ooooh, soooo nice ..."
     Howard pushed her back toward the couch until she sat down on it.  By 
now he was so out of his mind with desire he had totally forgotten Georgia 
and wouldn't have given a damn anyway if she had showed up.  All his loins 
could think of was fucking his own beautiful, platinum-haired daughter.
     He propped up her legs so that her mini-skirt fell off to the sides, 
and was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any panties.  Her blonde 
pussy hair was all wet and the seeping oval wet folds of her open cunt 
looked as shiny as if they had been greased.
     "God," he murmured in adoration of all that platinum blonde pussy 
hair and her open, desirable young cunt.  Karen was the most beautiful 
thing he'd ever seen in his life.  He pushed his hands under her firmly 
resilient buttocks and drew her toward his mouth as if her pink cuntal 
slit were a slice of watermelon.  In another moment his lips were moving 
through her sparse pubic curls and then touching her moist quivering 
pussy.  He slipped his tongue in through the hot layers of wet flesh to 
locate her hypersensitive clitoris, and sucked on it madly, dragging 
little cries, groans and sighs of ecstasy from her deep within her lust-
constricted throat.
     "Oh!  Oh!  Daddy!  If you only knew how great that feels!  Oh my God!  
Please!  Oh daddy!  Fuck meeee!"
     This last lewd phrase pushed the mindlessly aroused young father 
completely over the edge of reason.  Staggering to his feet to straighten 
out his pants, he unzipped them and pushed down his shorts as well.
     Karen gasped as her father's long hard cock sprang upward out of its 
confining clothing.  She felt as if she were going blind with happiness.  
This was the moment she had waited for!
     "Fuck me, dadeeeeee!!" she cried, pointing to her wetly quivering 
vagina.  "I'm a virgin.  Darling, I've been saving myself for you!  Please 
fuck me!"
     These words affected him as if she had bit the end of his savagely 
pulsating rod.  Dropping to his knees again, he reached forward and pulled 
her lewdly writhing little body towards him.  His massively pulsating 
penis passed smoothly forward between her outstretched legs bumping 
thrillingly against her sleek young thighs, and then at last was passing 
through the warm, moist curls of pussy hair covering her tight little 
cunt.  When the rubbery soft tip met at last her seeping cuntal mouth, his 
heart felt as if it would burst.  At last!  He closed his eyes and shoved 
forward, the walls of her vagina receiving his cock as if with a million 
loving hands, undulating and kissing it all over.  Howard sighed, then 
cried out momentarily -- as she did -- when his massive cock-head bumped 
the soft, tissue paper fragility of her hymen.  And then it was passing 
through and up into her virginal cunt, all of the wet warmth of her sex 
closing about his lovingly.
     He looked down and could see his heavily ridged, blood-bloated 
instrument disappearing up into her belly, just the tiniest speck of blood 
dripping to the couch.  He put his arms around her excitedly undulating 
hips, and buried his nostrils in her scented young hair.  Her warm little 
breasts pressed strongly up against his chest as he ran his hands all over 
the exciting nakedness of her teenage flesh.
     This was the moment he had been waiting for.  His pelvis lurched 
forward, embedding his huge staff of male flesh deep up inside her tightly 
clasping cunt until their pubic mound bumped and ground together, their 
hairs becoming intertwined momentarily before he jerked his hips backward 
again and his wetly glistening penis came sliding out with her cuntal lips 
clinging to the thick shaft.  Then he gently slid forward again, burying 
his hardness in her softness again.  She was snug but as smooth as wet 
sealskin as he fucked in and out of her wetly throbbing pussy, their 
bellies smacking together, his balls bouncing softly against the couch 
cushion.
     "Daddeeee, I love you!" she cried, licking his ear and washing it 
out, then taking it entirely into her ardent sultry red mouth and sucking 
on it.  Howard sighed and shut his eyes, delirious with happiness.  This 
was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened in his life.
     So wonderful, in fact, that he failed to notice entirely the sounds 
of Georgia returning home surreptitiously -- the sounds of the car coming 
up the driveway, the back door opening, the pattering of high heels and 
four paws across the kitchen tiles.  In another moment Georgia had lifted 
Wolf onto the couch and gotten him up into a standing position so that his 
own glistening pink penis was sliding forward out of its sheath.  Karen 
inclined her head slightly and took in as much of the dog's immense penis 
into her mouth as she could, sucking ravenously as her father continued to 
fuck her.
     By the time Howard had opened his eyes and noticed what was going on, 
he was too far gone to care.  And anyway his moral position was not very 
good, as here he was fucking his own teenage daughter.  He couldn't very 
well protest, then, at her sucking on a dog's penis.  So he merely closed 
his eyes again and continued fucking.
     Georgia removed her clothes and then sat down naked in an easy chair, 
lighting a cigarette as she watched her gorgeous platinum-tressed daughter 
being fucked by both her German shepherd lover and her husband.  It 
probably wouldn't be a bad idea to get some Polaroid's of this, but that 
could wait until later.
     In the meantime she would just sit there, finishing her cigarette and 
rubbing her fingers into the slippery wet folds of her pussy.  She would 
want to have Wolf's long beautiful penis ramming up inside her rectum next 
while she sucked on her husband's penis, and wouldn't that be a surprise 
for Howard!  She had always been such a prude about cocksucking in the 
past!
     But then they were in the future now, a beautiful bright new future.  
Wolf, that wonderful animal, had come out of nowhere to change their lives 
forever.  She would love him for all eternity, and Howard as well.  
Between them -- and with Karen -- they were going to build a whole new 
life.
     Eventually tiring of her philosophy as well as of her cigarette, the 
tall voluptuous redhead stubbed out the latter in the nearest ashtray and 
sauntered over to her husband.  Gripping his perspiration soaked black 
curls, she twisted his head around to bring his nose and mouth directly in 
contact with her hotly squirming pussy.
     Howard got the idea immediately, his tongue shooting out to penetrate 
the trickling wet folds, moving inward swiftly through her hair-lined 
furrow to lick at her vibrating little clitoris.  Georgia groaned, her 
head falling back with all of her long red hair falling over her prettily 
dimpled buttocks.  The nearness of her huge hard breasts also acted like a 
magnet for Wolf's lengthy red tongue, and he began lapping them hungrily 
in a dual assault of oralism.
     By now Howard could feel his orgasm come thundering up from his 
wildly throbbing testicles.  He groaned loudly, shuddered once, and then 
he was spewing his hot churning sperm upwards into his teenage daughter's 
ecstatically rippling vaginal passage -- just as Wolf also began barking 
and yelping, squirting scalding animal seed down Karen's gluttonously 
sucking throat.
     With cum being poured into her from both ends, the lascivious 
thirteen year old blonde reached her own orgasm as well, gushing a clear 
viscious fluid all over her father's still pistoning cock as she wailed in 
rapture, "I'm cumming everybody, I'm cumming!"
     Her mind spun with ecstasy and she wanted to swoon -- but not before 
her greedy little cunt and mouth had gobbled as much cum into her belly as 
she could take.
     By their side, her gorgeous redheaded mother was also reaching climax 
under the mouths and tongues of her husband and her animal lover.  Georgia 
groaned and twisted as if trying to get away, then smashed her wildly 
throbbing pussy over her husband's face like a rubber mask, groaning 
endlessly as a series of loins-splitting orgasms rent her flesh, one on 
top of the other, from toenails to hair ends.
     By the time the four of them had stopped shuddering, the two females 
were lying on their backs on the carpet, holding hands and moaning as only 
a satisfied woman can moan.  Howard looked at the restfully satisfied 
Wolf, paused momentarily, and then stretched out his hand to shake the big 
dog's forepaw.
     "Welcome to the family," he said.
     The powerful, muscular animal seemed to grin and they went over to 
the women to examine the possibilities of new positions.  For one and all, 
a new family, full of happiness, fulfillment and a bright future, had 
emerged from the discomfited, frustrated and haphazard wreckage of the 
old.
     "Here's to the future," said Howard as he parted the unblemished 
white moons of his daughter's ass-cheeks and moved his rigidly growing 
cock in between them towards her snugly puckered anus.  She was lying, 
spent and exhausted, breathing heavily, with her cheek against the carpet.
     But that was all right.  He'd wake her up soon enough.



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