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 smokey 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?"