The next day, on one of his regular runs in the cool whispering woods, the dog found himself not far away from Sylvia's house. He didn't actually think of it as Sylvia's house, but that was the direction in which she had gone yesterday. And then he saw her head and shoulders above the fence as she walked through her backyard. For a moment the big German shepherd stood stock still in intense concentration. Then, loping forward, he quickly approached the house. The gate to the backyard was slightly ajar, so Hans pushed it open with his nose and cautiously stepped aside, stopping once again as he saw Sylvia several yards away.
The dark-haired beauty was on the grass now, sunbathing on a large beach towel, wearing only her bikini bottoms, the discarded top lying nearby. Silently the big dog stared at the lovely woman lying half-naked only a few yards away, her tanned flesh shining softly in the warm sunlight. Sylvia seemed to sense his presence and looked around, starting a little when she saw him.
"Oh, Hans. You are a wild one, sneaking up on me like that." Sylvia's soft throaty reassuring voice encouraged the big animal to come nearer and he stopped right next to Sylvia as she rose half up on her elbows, then reached up with one hand to rub his head. The motion of her arm made her taut full breast move sensuously and catch the dog's attention. Without hesitation, Hans lowered his huge beautiful head and then his long thick tongue shot out to lick hotly over the ruby-tipped mound so near.
"Ahhh," Sylvia gasped involuntarily as that thick wet tongue sent little shivers running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making her nipples rise into hard little buds of desire. Without thinking, the dark-haired woman pushed Hans' head away. "Hey, Romeo, give a little warning, huh?" she said. Hans backed away a moment, momentarily discouraged by the stern tone of Sylvia's words. But he began to whine excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle that moved him nearer and nearer to the lovely taut-nippled breast he had already tasted. Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd licked out once again, laving his moist tongue over the same breast, and then turned his attention to the other one. When Sylvia crossed her hands over her breasts to fend off the big dog, Hans snuffled a hot trail down over her smooth belly and then began to sniff excitedly at Sylvia's skimpy bikini-bottoms, letting his nose slide all over the stunned woman's scantily covered loins.
"Hey, what kind of dog are you, anyway?" Sylvia said, half in alarm, half in awe. She was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog's persistent attentions. For a moment Hans stepped back, stymied, whining eagerly and staring with unmistakable hunger at the almost naked female body before him. A slow look of comprehension began to come over Sylvia's face.
"Well, I'll be damned…" she started. Just this morning she had once again talked to Angela, who had told her about the strange conditions under which they had gotten Hans. Suddenly Sylvia knew what that mysterious defect was in Hans' character that had made Harry so desperate to get rid of him.
The huge German shepherd was sexually attracted to women!
"Well, I'll be damned," Sylvia said again. Wait till she told Angela. Oh, what a riot. No wonder Harry had been so anxious to get rid of the dog. That was the last thing a man needed in his house – an adulterous pet! Already the lovely brunette was beginning to savor the shocked look that would come over her innocent neighbor's face when she told her about the dog… but then suddenly a cold calculating look came over Sylvia's own features. Maybe this required a little further thought; no sense in being hasty and maybe regretting later that she had let the cat out of the bag.
"You sure are a handsome bastard," she said to the clearly excited dog. "And you sure can lick a tit." Slowly an incredibly lewd idea was taking possession of the lovely brunette, one of the most lewd she could ever remember having, and that was saying a lot. While Sylvia was at heart a warm friendly person, she had never let her good nature get in the way of her truly phenomenal desire for new sexual experience. Only once had she made a mistake in this area when she was very young. Mistaking her precocious sexual attachment for romantic love, she had married an older man when she was only eighteen. In many ways that marriage had been a disaster. Her husband was a gambler and a heavy drinker, but he was also a good match for Sylvia's ever growing physical hungers, giving her an education in sexual license that had shaped her whole subsequent life. After her husband had been killed driving while drunk, the young widow had continued her licentious training with a staggering succession of men, more than she could possibly remember. Right up to this moment Sylvia hadn't believed that there was one sexual perversion she had not tried, but now, looking up at Hans, she knew she was going to have a hell of an interesting afternoon.
Half closing her lustrous dark eyes, the sensual widow lay back on the beach towel, letting her arms move down to her sides. Then pressing them in, she squeezed her sleek breasts together, making them peak up together like miniature pink-capped mountains.
"Okay, tiger," she crooned up to the dog, "lick 'em." She didn't have to say it again. Hans moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold nose thrust inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds, and then once again his massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft resilient flesh below.
"Ooooohhh," Sylvia breathed out blissfully. "What a tongue… what a wonderful tongue. Where has that tongue been all my life?"
She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward, moving them in little circles, trying to help Hans' big tongue as it trailed hotly over her palpitating flesh. "Oh, lover, lick, lick hard, make my tits hurt," Sylvia moaned. Her legs were slowly writhing, her heels digging into the soft grass as Hans licked on. Closing her eyes, letting her head roll aimlessly back and forth, the panting young widow let an army of fantasies invade her mind. For long moments she imagined vast hordes of men crowded around her, each one straining forward to slide his hot grasping mouth over her shivering nipples. But then she suddenly realized she didn't need fantasy. What thought could be more lewd or exciting than the reality of her neighbor's German shepherd standing over her, his huge tongue dipping into her soft breasts, driving her to a frenzy.
Reaching up, Sylvia gently took Hans' head in her hands and began to guide his muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple, then the other, then underneath to stroke up and over onto the pebble-hard sensitiveness of the tips. With each hot burning swipe of that pleasure-giving animal tongue, Sylvia could feel an answering spasm deep down between her legs as the wildly erotic sensations radiated outward from her tortured breasts to pluck maddeningly at her hungry loins. She could feel the hot juices building up inside her vaginal slit, beginning to soak the narrow thick crotch-band of her bikini bottoms.
The hot secretions bubbling deep inside Sylvia's still covered vagina began to become apparent to Hans too. A heavy, rich, musky smell began to permeate his sensitive nostrils, further exciting the eagerly licking animal. For a moment he was unable to tear his attention away from the softly quivering breasts beneath his lashing tongue as Sylvia held his head down tight against their trembling curves. The lovely brunette was half-mad with passion now, writhing and moaning on the sun-warmed grass below the eagerly licking dog, little choked gasps escaping through her clenched teeth. It might have gone on endlessly, but, finally, the heady seductive odors wafting up from under those tiny bikini bottoms proved too much for the big German shepherd.