CHAPTER THREE
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Later Georgia was never quite sure where her groan had come from. Certainly there had been no indication preceding it that her loins would convulse so heatedly under that initial lengthy stroke of Wolf's hot wet tongue. One moment it seemed to her that her pussy was quietly somnolent, the next it seethed like a hive of bees. And all because of a… a German shepherd, a dog she'd never seen before that morning!
Before she could get a grip on herself, the brutish animal repeated his lewd act, this time curling his tongue like a scroll and pushing it obscenely up through the hair-lined lips of her burning hot vagina. Georgia held on to the edge of the bathtub for dear life.
This was not even remotely similar to anything else sexual she'd ever experienced. Previously it had always taken a bit of time and affection for her to get worked up for her pussy to start to flow. But Wolf's sudden action worked on her just as if she had let out this obscene groan of lascivious delight which came from she knew not where.
"Wolf – no! Good doggy!" Without a thought as to whether the dog would bite, she reached in back of her and tried to push his snout away. But the feel of his cold wet muzzle in her fingers and between her buttocks was a second sensation so electrically erotic and stimulating that it could not be born for longer than a single instant.
And, in that instant, the single-minded stray continued his depraved behavior with another hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid cuntal cleft to flick up maddeningly like a leather whip at her sensitive nether entrance.
A fierce and primitive groan of sensuality escaped Georgia's parted lips once more, but, by now, she had also begun mumbling various incoherent prayers in her head, trying to distract herself. In a small way this seemed to work, and she managed miraculously to work up the strength from her tortured limbs to push herself up from the bath. This also tended to force the dog's snout somewhat more snugly between her cleft moon buttocks, and the threat of attack at her anus set off another furious thrill deep in her loins and immediate feelings of self-recrimination and guilt.
"Get away – oh God, Wolf, get away! Can't you see what you're doing to me, you crazy dog! Get away! I beg you!"
Her limbs felt so weak and helpless she couldn't believe it. It was as if she had become almost paralyzed with some illness in her muscles. But her imprecations to the dog seemed to have done some good, for the powerful animal now took her seriously and backed off across the bathroom tiles away from her.
Indeed, Wolf was well-trained enough to know when a human really meant her protests, and when she didn't. When he sensed that his beautiful new redheaded mistress actually was serious about wanting a respite, he backed off immediately. He had learned through long experience as well that it was not wise to force the issue with a female who was not quite ready. A smart dog and well able to play the waiting game, he sat down on his haunches in one corner of the bathroom and stared at her with his muzzle resting on his paws and his big dark eyes brooding and thoughtful. He would wait for her. Forever, if need be.
Visibly shaken, Georgia managed to straighten up and find her way to a standing position. She steadied herself as best she could with one hand on the tub, then sat down on its edge until she could get her breath. She would have sat down on the toilet seat, across the way, but her muscles had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and her heart pounding as if she'd just run the three-minute mile.
"So – you… so that's what you… you do… shame…"
It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins had divided into finally came back together again, and even then they continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again. Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to kill some of the terrible pressure that was building between her shivering hot legs.
"You – you naughty dog," she said, only mildly cross and really less cross that she thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. "You must never do that to Mama again. That's bad, don't you know that?"
Wolf cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful eyes. He wanted to please his new mistress, and couldn't understand her sudden burst of anger – she had smelled so ready for him. What was the matter?
Georgia glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face had gone completely crimson and she was surprised to see that her nipples had tautened visibly. If that was the effect of a little playful show of affection by a charming dog like this one, then Howard had definitely left her alone one night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by it – dogs always licked people when they were happy. If she hadn't been in such an unusual position he might have licked her face, or her hand. It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.
But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly and aroused to the extent that her loins felt as if they were filled with honey. She had to get a grip on herself.
"Come here," she said imperiously to the dog, pointing at the floor in front of her.
Wolf got up obediently and went over to her, standing at attention with his tongue panting out. Then he was thrilled anew as his beautiful mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning nakedly against his furry body as she began brushing out his snarled and filthy coat.
Georgia could not keep back a shiver of excitement as the erotically stiffened tips of her breasts brushed back and forth over Wolf's shaggy, unkept body, his fur tickling titillatingly at the already sensitively puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been unusually tender and the feel of his muscular canine body against her smooth, sleek white flesh was totally unlike anything the yearning redhead had ever experienced before. She couldn't label it either. It was not obscene – and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and understanding and love, and all the thousand and one cozy things that dogs and humans find together, and yet it was more than that. And she liked the feel. Why hadn't they ever had a dog?
"Is that better?" she crooned, her nostrils flaring without her certain knowledge, the outer well of her vagina becoming quietly flooded with moisture as it poised in readiness for some obscure, unnamable thing. She ran the brush through Wolf's rough coat, straightening out the snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it should be. Of course, he hadn't known what he was doing. He was just a dumb animal. He couldn't have any idea what his licking of her responsive pussy flesh had done to her. After all, he wasn't a man.
Not that she had ever permitted her husband to do anything so filthy. Oh sure, though, Howard had tried, but she'd always been able to talk him out of it.
But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, could it be that it was she who was wrong, to have to put him off? She was getting all mixed up.
But this was all harmless. If she was aroused, it was merely for Howard. Tonight she would have to insist that he make love to her and quell her raging need. Women had their rights nowadays, too. It was no longer just the man who was entitled to an orgasm. Well, whether he was upset about work or not, it had to be tonight!
"There, is that better?" she asked as she finished giving Wolf's coat its first set of strokes, swinging her long red hair back over her shoulder.
Only to have Wolf answer by abruptly turning his head and darting out his long thick tongue to wash wetly and intoxicatingly across her startled open mouth. "Why…!" But before she could finish, his tongue had artfully inserted itself between her lush red lips and he was French kissing her, stuffing that long wet tongue all the way into her mouth, licking at her even white teeth and all around the sides of her gasping mouth.