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 SIX
Several blocks away, however, on Central Street, 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.