Jon Reskind: The neighborhood pet

"I'm not sure but what you might be some reincarnated Lothario from another time," the curvaceous, doting young wife teased, happy that they exercised a six month dog impounding law in England before you could bring them in. Otherwise, she'd never known the tying bond that could grow between a human and their faithful canine friends. She had always loved them but never owned one herself. It hadn't been until after Uncle Bill's passing away and her own marriage to Steve that Aunt Janie had discovered this wonderful animal. Now, he had become one of their own little family after only a week, and already she was dreading the day that Aunt Janie would come home to claim him. "Supposing we look into the fridge to see what we can find for you, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big ham bone there."

The noble animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were saying, Karen thought, embracing him against her leg and stroking his head once more. He whimpered and she lightly laughed. The darling. She hoped she was doing right by letting him traipse out and around the neighborhood. Aunt Janie had been in such a rush that she'd given her little advice concerning him. And inasmuch as the neighbors had all taken to him, she couldn't see any harm in letting him get out and romp a bit. He seemed to know where home was and that was the main thing… along, of course, with his gentle temperament.

Although she very much enjoyed taking him on his leash grocery shopping with her, there'd been several times he'd been off gallivanting when she couldn't. But invariably, when he accompanied her, any number of wives who lived in the Shadows made it a policy to come up and pet him, such as the day before when three of them had approached him, hardly looking at her as they almost blushingly made over him. He had become quite a focal point in the neighborhood, and though proud, she had come up with some misgivings over the attention. There was such a thing, she'd read, as dog-knapping, and God, how could she ever explain that, should it happen, to Aunt Janie?

"I don't want to be strict with you, darling," his new young mistress intoned with a final, loving pat, "But I just might have to curtail some of your wanderlusting habits. Aunt Janie would never forgive me, I know, if anything happened to you… and I couldn't forgive myself."

Satyr was aware only that her melodious, gentle voice bestowed kindness and love. But beyond that, he had sensed in his closeness against her a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his big, muscular body. It was the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated to recognize… and he did, but perhaps with more eagerness than usual, for this was his beloved new mistress who made his animal-heart beat rapidly when she petted him…!

Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Karen opened the refrigerator, identified the ham bone on its plate and bent down to retrieve it from its backward place on the tray. She said aloud, more to herself than the waiting dog: "Ham shouldn't really be kept this long, anyway… even under refrigeration…!"

Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the astounded young wife didn't move! She was still bent over, but frozen immobile at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Satyr's nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been smoldering inside her since the night before! Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing that the big dog's huge head was up in under her short shift from behind, animalishly sniffing… and then, the hot pressured lap of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer, snug-fitting panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!

Good God! He'd sensed her erotic heat!

What else? It had to be that, and his singeing, long thick tongue had felt like a firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her still hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her partially spread thighs, along the length of her flushed, wet cuntal crevice!

Karen raised up slowly… straightening, only because she couldn't spend the day in that position! She held the bone in her hand as she turned to gaze down at her animal-paramour who was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouthed and with wagging tail.

"You loveable devil! I was right! That's why your name is Satyr… because you are!" she tremulously whispered, all the sensations she had managed to keep from overwhelming her the past ten hours, suddenly spiraling with passionate intensity over her voluptuous, young feminine curves. "You… you are Don Juan returned… a licentious male lover in a dog's body… but so help me, more handsome than any of them! Wh-What has Aunt Janie been teaching you, anyway, Satyr darling?"

The massive German shepherd whimpered, but the sensually intoxicated bride wasn't sure why… whether for the bone she held, or the now-inflamed secret between her trembling thighs! She shivered outright as she took the first step toward the washroom as if satanically driven. Inside, she held the bone high in a mind-spinning, teasing gesture, so that he would see and follow, lascivious things she had never before even conceived of permeating her brain!

"Come in here, darling… in here with Karen!" she consciously hissed, as if someone might overhear, though she was the only human in the house! "Come on, baby… that's my darling… and after, you can have the bone! Come on, look what Karen has for you…!"

It was too late to stop now, the breathless, wildly infused Karen insanely reasoned, realizing the depravity of her act and knowing she intended to do it anyway! The eager animal whimpered before her as she stood there, door partially closed and spread legged, her short skirt luridly raised, the fingers of her same hand pulling seductively to one side the thin narrow crotchband of her dampened, nylon panties, hotly exposing her lightly hair-fringed, wet cunt before him!

"Come on, Satyr! Do it for Karen! Lick it… baby… lick Karen's hot little pussy for her!" she lewdly whispered, the obscene thought and knowing of what she was doing inspiring almost frantic jolts of raging excitement to charge through her!

Eagerly she watched, the sight in itself as the big dog moved closer, enough to jell her knees! Then, unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed within her when she realized that he was really going to lick her there up between her thighs! Ooohhhh… this was beyond obscenity, she thrillingly trembled, pulling even further to one side the elastic legband and the sheer strip of her wet panties to better expose her fire-filled pussy to him…! He was, wasn't he? God! He had to…!

And, he did!

The beautiful darling's long and thick animal-tongue wetly snaked out, curling at its tip as it searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive lips of her pouting pussy! It laved the very seeping, inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching heat upward between them, ending and twisting at the delicate bud of her already hotly quivering little clitoris! And he wasn't about to stop there! Again and again without the slightest urging on Karen's part, the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual caresses, raising gasps of lurid intoxication from the young blonde wife as she stood there with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed loins thrust obscenely forward, her little hand holding the narrow wisp of her nylon panties one side for Satyr's lustfully delicious licking of her erotically steaming cunt!