Carlotta Graham - A wild yearning

And saying this even as her hot young pussy began to pulsate and seep out warm wet liquid all over again…

Rex was tired and thirsty, but he could give himself over to this beautiful mistress' caress indefinitely. But suddenly Jan caught herself as she realized that she had given in to her primeval instincts once again. Summoning every last ounce of strength, she forced herself to stagger up into a standing position again, then backed off nervously, her hand clutching her breasts, her breath coming in hotly punctuated little gasps, her nostrils flaring.

She had to fight back!

She had to! This awful thing was getting the better of her! How could she have allowed herself to become so horribly shameless?

Had anyone ever told her that mere sight or presence of a mere animal could make her go weak in the knees, Jan would have thought them crazy. She hurried to distract herself now, though, because it was becoming apparent that Rex was no ordinary dog. He was just too exceptionally unique – understanding, affectionate, warm… and it was this as much as anything which made her heart flutter irrationally whenever she looked at him.

She blushed self-consciously. It seemed almost as if it had been love at first sight. Why else would she have let him lick her there, between her legs? It was more than just lust between them. No, lust she could have fought. But this was more, much more.

She considered all of this as she feverishly scrubbed unending cupboards, trying to get her mind off him and his beautiful sleek coat, his handsome canine head, his adorable face and understanding eyes. But most of all, she could not forget his long, beautifully educated tongue. God, the way it had licked with such exquisite tenderness and understanding at the eagerly accepting portals of her nakedly presented vagina!

What woman could ever forget a thing like that!

And indeed, as her mind continued to dwell on the obscenity of the morning, over and over, her guilt began to lessen, and a revitalized excitement began to take hold… God, she should still feel his hotly searing tongue, long and thick, parting her softly curling blonde pubic hair, spreading the thin, pinkly glistening edges of her cuntal lips with it. How it had splayed agonizingly through the sensitive flesh of her passion-moistened vaginal walls, was enough to provoke the wildest sensations of sexual memory up between her full, warm thighs.

She had to get hold of herself!

But how?

And then, suddenly – she was saved by the bell. For the shrill ringing of the telephone cut her anguished silence, and she hurried to answer it.

She went to the wall to pick up the telephone, Rex following silently, attentively in her wake.

"That you, baby?" came her handsome young husband's voice, and into her mind came a vision of his face as well, long and handsome, with fluffy black curls and a jutting dimpled chin that provided am aura of strength atop his large, well built physique.

"Who did you think?" she asked softly. Rex came up and nuzzled against the softness of her smooth white thigh. She reached behind and scratched his pointy ears. There was a soft swirl of emotion in her loins, and she began wondering what Rex's penis looked like.

"Are you okay?"

"The folks are here," she said sullenly.

There was a silence from the other end of the phone. "Well, good," he said at last, "it'll be good to see them. They're good people. Did they have a nice trip?"

"I guess so."

"You don't sound happy, baby. Are you okay?"

"Yes. I guess I'm just tired out, having all this company at once in the house." She looked down at Rex. Suddenly she was wondering wickedly if she needed Steve at all. She had a lover right here who wouldn't go away and leave her nervous and frustrated every morning the way he did.

"You can manage it," came his grinning voice.

"Will you be home soon?"

"Just as soon as I finish these reports this afternoon. Think you can wait?"

She tried to manage some cheerfulness, but somehow it came out sounding very flat. "I'll manage."

"Okay, darling. See you soon. Give your folks my best."

"I will."

And with that he rung off. Jan dug her fingers into the smooth, sleek fur of Rex's sturdy neck. There was a rousing feeling in her loins that seemed inescapable. But her mind was confused. She didn't dare allow herself to fall into the same emotional trap she had earlier – and yet at the same time she couldn't very well ignore those tremulous, butterfly feelings that were fluttering slowly into being in her hungering young belly, either.

"Come on, Rex," she said, patting his collar. "Maybe what we need, boy, is a cold shower. That'll put the damper on your misbehavior."

Rex slavered and followed her up the stairs to the bedroom, his big brown eyes resting on the well-turned calves of her gorgeous tanned legs as she moved before him. In another moment they were in the bedroom alone, and Jan was taking off her clothes in preparation for stepping through the connecting door into the bathroom.

He watched her lustfully, his long red tongue hanging out wet and panting, as his beautiful blonde mistress disrobed teasingly, as if daring a lover. His thick pink penis began slowly moving out through it's dark hairy sheath, and he could feel his animal balls begin to throb urgently.

Jan hummed softly to herself. It was nice and harmless, and pleasing to her feminine ego to take her clothes off in front of Rex. He was obviously a devoted mistress-dog, and he had probably watched Marge Levitt with the same intent, earnest stare. It was almost as if she were being watched by a strange man, but with the added benefit that Rex could never tell anyone about what he saw, or spread tales all over the neighborhood.

No, Rex was probably the most discreet lover – why did she think of that term – that any woman could want. And he was attentive. It was flattering in the extreme to have him continually under foot, watching, waiting so intent in every movement and watchful glance.

And so utterly safe, too. That was the real beauty of it. She could dance around Rex and tease as she might a human lover, but there was no danger in anything coming from it – unless she slipped again and wanted it to.

Jan shivered and looked back at the big, brown-eyed animal. A feeling of utter sultriness swept through her, washing her in sensuality. She moaned and closed her eyes, her long, sleek blonde hair hanging down straight and golden over her voluptuous body. Her voluminous young breasts inclined only slightly, still preserving their exotic outward bulge. The fleecy curls of her blonde pubic hair shone wet with sun-rays from the nearby window. Rex studied her long legs, suntanned and elegant, her tall slender form filled out so beautifully at the chest with firm, cantaloupe breasts. Suddenly he got up on his feet and moved toward her anxious to press his cold, wet nose up through the softly curling blonde nest to where her warmly scented vagina lay quietly waiting.

But Jan made an abrupt turn and made for the bathroom, jumping into it quickly and locking the door behind her. Rex had to sit down on his paws again, softly mewling.

She turned on the shower as icy as she could, and let the frighteningly frigid water burn off all the excess sensuality from her gently quivering flesh. She was grateful that the sound of the water had closed off Rex's whimpering. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear that another second. The dog was so ennervatingly sweet, and she knew how she hurt him by not allowing him to follow her into the bathroom.

But she wanted a few minutes alone by herself, to think and regroup mentally. So she soaped her firmly rounded breasts, upper thighs, occasionally working the bar of soap up between her legs and playing it there momentarily, dreaming away, until she caught herself and began washing her naked body in a more practical way.