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 silkenly 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.