Carlotta Graham: A wild yearning

"Oooohhhh…" Jan felt as if she was gargling deep in her belly, although the sound was actually coming only from her throat. With the first evanescent, fiery flick of Rex's tongue along her cuntal lips, a twinge of pleasure so great it couldn't be borne for longer than a single instant inflamed her loins and licked out like a raging forest fire throughout her thighs, belly and quickly then through the rest of her entire sex-starved body. She moved softly and almost fell against the refrigerator, holding onto it for dear life.

Good God! Rex had sensed her erotic need! What more did he sense? No – no, he couldn't…

"Aaaaahhhhh…" His burning, long thick tongue still moving teasingly under her panties felt like a firebrand at the thin vertical lips of her hotly flaming pussy. The caress of that tongue against her helplessly upturned vaginal slit was like nothing else she had ever experienced in her entire life.

There! He did it again! Jan groaned and hung onto the open door of the refrigerator, the blast of cold air from inside combining with the fiercely lascivious sensation of Rex's tongue sweeping so hotly along her cuntal crevice. She hung there in space, stooped over helplessly, as he drew his feverishly singeing tongue upward once more, through her open and vulnerable thighs along the entire murderous length of her hotly flushed vaginal slit.

"Oooohhhhhh," Jan struggled to raise herself up, to resist this irresistible titillation… and finally she managed to straighten, her entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her buttocks cheeks closing tightly together to press out that insidious pleasure-giving nose that was so much what she needed at that particular moment.

She gasped and turned around, her hot young breasts heaving with emotion, her eyes shining. Oh God! Was this the answer to her prayer? A dog was neither masturbation nor, technically, an illicit lover. The wonderful in-between land of animalism!

But wasn't it dirty nonetheless?

She held the lamb bone in her hand as she gazed down with gleaming, heat-drenched eyes at the dog-paramour who was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging furry tail.

"So…" Jan breathed hotly, almost unable to get her voice. "That's why Marge and all the other housewives are so in love with you, you devil…" Her voice came out in a tremulous, nervous whisper, all the sensations she had struggled against for the last several hours rushing over her in an implacable wave almost uncontrollable desire.

But she kept her thighs clutched tightly together nonetheless, even though this terrible, passionate intensity threatened to overwhelm her voluptuous, blonde young curves.

"You… you… so that's why… why every housewife in the neighborhood stops to say hello to you, and pet you – when their husbands aren't looking… they knew… and I didn't… oh God! That handsome face… and this is how Marge trained you… oh God… oh God…"

The large German shepherd made a small, whimpering sound as he gazed up at the sexually intoxicated young bride. She was confused, he sensed, but he was content to wait. It was often this way the first time with human women. They needed time and patience.

But was he whimpering for the bone in her hands or for her? Jan wondered. Or was it both he needed?

She clutched her breast, her eyes wide with breathless indecision. Surely she couldn't be thinking… feeling… that… Her pussy twinged and she made a hoarse little cry. Did this animal sense what sort of obscene desire was tormenting her? She shivered and suddenly rushed to the bathroom as if Satan himself were on her heels.

But there was no avoiding the need for some sort of decision. Her loins fairly boiled as she whirled at Rex, who had come leaping after her. Her breasts heaved irregularly with volcanic, unfulfilled desire. She had to resist… had to…

"Oooooooh God…" Then suddenly it was too late. The furry length of Rex's soft warm nose pressed heatedly against the side of her nakedly trembling leg and she felt faint. She closed her eyes and suddenly she was carried away on a wave of desire so sudden and pure that she totally forgot who or what or where she was.

Because now all she could know or sense was the fiery feeling glowing so fiercely up between her heatedly aroused young vaginal lips…

It seemed an eternity before she was able to pry her eyes open again.

Where was he? Oh yes, that soft moist muzzle so affectionately pressed against her leg… Jan felt as if she were bathed in a heated pool containing nothing but purest sensuality. This concept that was broiling her loins to a cinder had no counterpart or explanation or excuse in any kind of moral law; because it was never discussed, even clandestinely, women fundamentally had no defense against it. Animalism was a state all of itself and bore no relation to anything else a good woman was trained to resist. Consequently it was difficult for a young innocent like Jan to marshal any arguments against it. It was simply there this hideous, subtly obscene desire, growing like a hot coal between her legs… until all will was leaving her and she could not fight it any longer…

Suddenly she could not believe it was her own voice was speaking, so hoarse with blind passion, "Here, darling… come in here with Aunty Jan!"

Rex's animal eyes gleamed. This was what he had been waiting for. His soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles. His sniffer could taste the warm scent of sex emanating now so strongly from beneath Jan's flimsy miniskirt and panties.

"Yes, darling," she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom, her loins fairly boiling with desire. "Come on, baby, that's Mama's darling… come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone! See what a nice thing Jan has for you!"

The breathless, breath-taking young blonde heaved her breasts out with desire as she watched Rex approach her. It was too late by far to stop now. She knew she was acting like a depraved whore, but there was something evil infusing itself into her mind and body so potently, that she was powerless to resist it! Her flesh had taken possession completely, and her all her here-to-fore fiercely moral will had been caged.

The eager animal whimpered lustfully again, its thickening red penis slipping ever so slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. It knew what it wanted, but it was trained first always to please the mistress of the house.

A mild shudder rippled through Jan's hopelessly turned-on being. The sheer eroticism of the situation, without any counterpart in her living memory, coupled with the mild dosing of whiskey she had subjected herself to all day long, combined to make her giddy and without reasonable restraint on her emotions. The awful, frustrating, tingling feeling she had felt after her husband, Steve, had drawn his penis out of her much too early had returned with greater force than ever – and here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying that terrible passion…

So she stood there, the door now closing behind Rex, and then suddenly she spread her legs and lifted her miniskirt luridly up above her waist, revealing through the tissue thin panties her hotly seeping young blonde pussy, nestled so earnestly within the light, fleecy fringe of golden hair!

"Rex!" she panted, reaching down with her fingers and pulling her panty crotch band aside. "Quick! Do it for Aunt Jan the way you do it for Mama Marge. Lick it, baby! Lick between Jan's legs for her!" The lewd hoarse whisper came out hot as if from a blast furnace, electric jolts of raging excitement to flash through her flaming young cunt.