Angela seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which had drowned her long years of moral training.
"Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaahhhh," she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Hans' incredible tongue. She knew she was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. The gasping young wife's eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the ceiling, a faint terror lurking in there deep blue depths, some ancient instinctual hidden monster that would emerge from her past to turn her into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female flesh. Growing relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the trembling young woman stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.
Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the desperate young housewife three times already today exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She didn't move beyond that, just held there, the cords in her slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without time or spacial reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away the accumulated frustration of months of inadequate sex.
When finally it was over, Angela's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in front of the surprised Hans. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try and continue his eager licking at his mistress' sweet-tasting cunt but she slumped forward a little, unconsciously hiding her treasures from the disappointed dog.
"P-Please," she begged her pet. "Got to… got to get my breath." It was over for her now. She had what she had wanted for so long – complete release. Angela marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It was almost as if it were a new body, one she had never known before, new born, cleansed of the twisting tensions that her frustrated sex-life had let distort its milk-white perfection.
Resting part of her weight on Hans' powerful neck, the still trembling young wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving room cupboard, opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She knew she was going to need a good stiff drink before her mind started working again. Angela poured a good two ounces of the amber liquid in the glass and drank it straight down without a breath, choking and coughing for a moment as the alcohol seemed to carve its own trail down her throat. Gratefully the young blonde felt a soothing warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she had finished a second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a dignified quiet flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young woman's absorption with the bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy Hans standing close behind her, stating up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly back up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach. The sight of that obscene instrument, bared nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, would probably have been too much for the young housewife to take.
As it was, there was enough to think about. Not pushing her thoughts, the lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, chin resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew she should be wracked with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague feeling of unease. Each time her conscience started to attack, it was quickly put down by the memory of the unbelievable orgasm that had swept over her grateful body only minutes before. And the musing young woman was fully aware that the orgasm owed its special nature to Hans' wonderful tongue; of that she was sure. As far as her mind was concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the stick, although she couldn't help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of "carrot". Yes, her need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her dog's willingness to… well… lick her, why not make use of it? It wasn't as if she were being unfaithful to her husband, although some little voice in the back of her head kept trying to warn her that it just wasn't naturaclass="underline" she was a woman, not a dog.
But what harm could it possibly do? No one would ever know, and maybe it was the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved. Suddenly the young blonde's jaw set determinedly. One thing was sure! She'd do almost anything to have more orgasms like the one Hans had licked into her, and if that was the only way she could get them, so be it!
Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden rush of love for the big animal come over her. How could the dog's natural reactions to her need be wrong? she asked herself. After all, Jack had brought the dog here so she wouldn't be lonely, and if she got a few extra benefits out of the arrangements, so what? All she knew was the wonderful new way she felt.
"Oh, Hans," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's handsome head to her still naked breasts. Hans naturally started to lick the proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away. "No, no," she said. "That's enough for today. I don't want to be greedy, do I?" Never considering in her innocence that the dog might have needs of his own.
One thought did hit her though. Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other women, after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett's house. Well, that would have to stop. Hans was her dog, and she didn't want some woman taking his affection away from her.
"Okay, lover-boy, you're a kept dog from now on. No more chasing around over the countryside. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together from now on, right here in the house."
Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young woman walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling better about the future than she had in months.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hans lay in one corner of the yard, in the shade of the fence, feeling miserable. For three days he hadn't been allowed outside to run in the woods or prowl through the fields. And worst of all, he could no longer go see the beautiful woman who lived down the road. True to her determination, his mistress had him in.
Sadly the big animal looked up at the catch on the gate, one that even the brightest dog would be unable to operate. Besides his frustration at being locked in, Hans was also becoming increasingly upset over his relations with his lovely blonde owner. Several times she had him lick her, only to quit and dismiss him just when his own need was beginning to make itself felt. Much different than with the woman down the street, and although he loved his mistress, the big animal wished he were with Sylvia right now. His head raised as Angela opened the back door.