"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 TEN
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 supremest 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 rosey-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."