The large German shepherd sensed his mistress' helplessly rising emotions. He, too; was unsettled. But he recognized her anxiety from previous experiences – all human females seemed to suffer this way the first time. This meant that her total and complete surrender was not far off.
Suddenly his beautiful blonde mistress got up and went back into the bedroom again. He followed her dutifully, then sat down on his haunches with ears and eyes alert. Jan had stopped looking and speaking the soft, musically pleasant sounds down at him. She sat down on the bed and the rounded, curvaceous contours of female flesh made him pant with open jaws. He saw in her elaborate, sensual beauty all the hidden secrets, so delicious, that he had come to love and enjoy with the other women of the neighborhood.
His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the thin, warmly heated little crevice he remembered so well from his earlier licking between her succulently spread legs.
She smiled at him pleasantly. Something throbbed violently in the leaden, bull weight of his urgent loins. Suddenly, pantingly, he began to lick teasingly at her ankles and calves.
"Ooooh, you're a devilish little seducer," Jan softly intoned down at him. Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her hungry loins. She thought briefly of her handsome young husband. Why couldn't he turn her on as wonderfully and obscenely as this handsome dog?
Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed to be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward. She massaged the hotly swollen mounds and the tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge and throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers. Jan felt as if she were a raging inferno. Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as her loins.
"Oooh, I'm frightened, Rex!" She took his face in her hands again. "I feel like a bride on her honeymoon or something. You will be gentle with me, won't you? Oh God, I can't resist you…"
The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of its furry sheath again. Not long now and his beautiful mistress would let him do the things he so ardently loved to do; he was sure of it. Still, he had to wait until she was really ready; that was his training.
Jan had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which had made such a furnace of her belly. The seething, fluid little cuntal channel between her legs seemed to be raging with desire – but for what? Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her. And now, as she groaned and lay back on the bedspread with trembling thighs spreading partly open, her fingertips traced upward over the satiny smoothness of her rib cage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts, and she squeezed them until they hurt. Her fingers found the tiny, bone hard nipples and pinched them narcisistically, imagining that her fingers were the lips of a lover.
And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed over the side of the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover, waiting and whining in frustration…
Rex felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at the obvious torrid craving of his naked mistress. Her savage, animal need was present in her burning eyes as well as in that marvelous scent which wafted from her cunt like warm winter chestnuts or something equally as sweet. His heart pounded in his broad chest at the sight of her long golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her beautiful head. The waiting was becoming unbearable.
"Now, lover," came her heated murmur – at last! "Come here, come here up to me, darling, come here and lie beside me…"
A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog's excitedly heaving chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed, momentarily poised like a God over her spread-open legs, staring down at her. Jan's breath caught in her throat as she watched him so urgently surveying her naked and voluptuously exposed female flesh.
It wasn't too late! A voice cried in her head. There was still time to resist this terrible depravity! She had to get hold of herself – but quickly!
And then, suddenly – it was too late. For faster than she was capable of realizing it, Rex suddenly lowered his head and licked out with his hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her nervously convulsing belly!
"Ooooooh," she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into her head, "Oooohhh, daaarrrling…"
Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got herself together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long blonde hair swinging around, so that she could watch him as he lapped upward over the small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach. Higher and higher he licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last he was licking at the smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust-swollen breasts – and then creeping upward over them to her now almost bursting nipples!
"Daaarlmg…" she groaned without shame, her hands coming ecstatically up and around to grip his furry head as he prolonged this ardent devotion. His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly at the pink erogenous tips again and again, until Jan felt as if they were being touched by a live electric wire, and maddening spasms of desire made her body jerk and twitch.
By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly. Rex whimpered from deep in his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his features. Then his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of sight older than time, and a glow seemed to hang like a bridge between them. Jan waited breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move, her lips parted and gasping, helpless love-slave before the ferocious sensuality of this furry beast – and then he moved smoothly upward to lick at her open and willing mouth…
"Oh… oh… darling… darling…"
Rex could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along through his powerful body.
She tasted the delicate pink spear in her mouth, lapping it and loving its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all the while faint mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.
He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there beneath the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even though she continued to return affection for affection with her own small pink membrane.
Instinctively, he sensed that it was time. Suddenly his intense tonguing ceased and Jan felt the bed give way from his moving weight. She opened her eyes to find him positioning himself between her slightly spread legs!
"No! No!" Her eyes and nostrils flared. It had taken an eternity to accustom herself to the thought that she might enjoy and agree to being licked to orgasm by Rex, by a dog – but this! Never in her wildest lewd dreams had she considered a dog actually getting between her legs and fucking her!
"No – Rex, oh no you mustn't… oh darling… don't… oh no… Mama doesn't want that…"
She tried to take his handsome face in her hands but he made a low growl that sent a thrilling shiver of fear through her loins. Everything in her screamed rape – rape by a huge German shepherd!
Her breathing came in sharp, punctuated gasps, her mind spinning crazily out of control. The nakedly trembling blonde young housewife could not seem to control herself as her legs, as though by their own uncontrollable volition, fell mindlessly open… lifting her head again and breathing more raggedly than ever, she watched him poise his beautiful head above the obscenely offered deliciousness between her fully flushed and exposed thighs. There, in the center, the heart of it, was her boiling blonde pubic mound, fairly soaked with all the juice that her vagina was spewing out in warmly trickling waves. And centered in that, the thin, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, slick with her sexual desire, pink, waiting ecstatically for the burning lap of his tongue or whatever other instrument he cared to use.