Jon Reskind: The neighborhood pet

The bone she held in her small hand had lost its interest for the big German shepherd the moment his new, beautiful blonde mistress had raised her skirt and made naked for him her hot, wet young pussy lips. He knew from vast experience the feeling of racing blood pounding ruttishly through the animal veins of his mighty body. The delicate scent of her roused, fluid heat filled his keen sensitive nostrils as he ardently stroked his long, thick tongue through the moistened, pink flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong animal-heart beat faster at her exciting feminine sexual odor, the intense fever of her desire contagiously charging to his own powerful loins.

"Oh… oh God… yes, darling… like that! Lick it good!" Karen hissed, still holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny panties lewdly pulled away from her burning, blonde-curled pussy with the other. "Oh lover… you sweet… sweet beauty! Lick! Lick! Karen'll cum in a minute, darling! Oooohhhh… faster, baby, faster… then you can have your bone! That's it… lick… lick… lick…!"

At last, the unwelcomed sound penetrated… a knocking at the back door… persistent but not demanding… yet…! For a long moment, the lustfully captivated Karen did not move, couldn't in the throes of her forbidden enchantment… but the knocking continued until the huge dog finally stopped his obscene caresses, growling reflexively in his husky throat. Oh God, just a minute more and she would have! She almost frantically screamed within her wildly excited brain, thrusting her seething wet cunt obscenely forward, trying to tempt the big animal back to finish his lewd tonguing. But instead, he nosed his way through the opening of the door she had not quite closed to move toward the kitchen entrance.

"Damn! Damn!" the fiercely incited Karen cursed under her breath, quickly pulling her panty crotch band back over her saliva-moistened vagina as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations electrifying her hotly inflamed young loins in their almost reached orgasmic moment! Who the devil could it be? She raged inwardly, then heard Barbara Keller's throaty voice speaking to Satyr through the screened door.

"Well, hello there, handsome! Where's your pretty mistress…? Oh, there you are, honey," their stunning, new neighbor greeted as Karen emerged with forced calm from the washroom. She was a comparatively tall girl, older than Karen by several years, with an extremely attractive face, fluffy mini-bobbed, coal-black hair, enchanting onyx-eyes, and an enviously curved body which she revealingly enhanced by wearing the meagerest and tightest ensembles available. "You washing or something, honey? Hope I didn't interrupt?"

"No… no, I… ah, was getting a bone for Satyr," Karen stammered, helplessly trembling as she sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks. God, that had been stupid, she quickly realized… a bone from the washroom? Her attractive caller's head cocked to one side as if in wonderment, but Karen refused to notice, managing a smile as she concentrated on the other's skin-tight white shorts and matching, low-cut halter. "My, don't you look fresh and cool, though? How about some coffee?"

"Love it, hon, and thanks for the compliment," Barbara replied, watching the big German shepherd take the bone from her curvaceous blonde neighbor's hand and march toward the door.

"Now don't you go away, Mr. Gallivanter," Karen affectedly ordered, pressing open the screened barrier for the proud animal to pass, the thought of the lurid act she'd involved him in only minutes before still discomposing her. "Stay right in the back yard," she added, struggling desperately to hide her mounting feeling of guilt. Then, turning to smile again at her neighbor: "Sit down, Barbara… I'll get some cups…"

The alluring brunette was a warm, outgoing girl and a new acquaintance whom Karen liked very much. Though Barbara and Don had just moved into their home across the street some ten days before, already the two couples had struck up a friendly and close relationship… but somewhat taxed at that moment in the once again flustrated mind of the wrought up young housewife…

"You really like this outfit, or are you kidding me?" the long-legged brunette asked as she slid into the breakfast booth. "Don says if it was any tighter I might as well sew some simulated pubic-hair on the front, the wise guy. Actually, he likes them this way. What do you think, Karen?"

Perhaps at another time it wouldn't, but right then her attractive friend's rather lewd remark only added to Karen's uneasiness. All the same, she laughed, struggling for casualness and angered with herself at the hot twinges she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She quipped: "Well, let's say you're not leaving anything in doubt to the naked eye… but I do like it on you."

"Thanks again. Your sweet, Karen," the stunning girl bubbled. "Now, how would you like to go shopping with me this afternoon? There's several sales going on downtown…"

"Oh, I shouldn't, Barb," Karen replied as she poured their coffee and slipped into the booth across from her neighbor, aware that the fire had lessened in her cheeks, her confidence slowly returning. "Steve's taking me out to dinner tonight and I don't want to be dragging for that. Otherwise, I'd love to join you."

"Ooohhh… and I thought sure you would," Barbara disappointedly moaned, and then as quickly, she was smiling again. "But we can do it another time. I don't blame you for storing up your energy for that sweet husband of yours. He's a doll, Karen." She leaned forward over the table. "Tell me, was he over, under, or soused just to the 'nth' degree last night? God, I thought he was going to rape you right there on the couch, once!"

Karen had already been exposed to her enravishing neighbor's unexpected, sensual probes and revelations, blushingly surprising questions or statements of which her good-looking, athletic husband seemed to eagerly enjoy, and which at first had embarrassed both Steve and herself. But it was the innocence and spontaneity of them that had soon brought down her prudish guard, along with her Steve's. One couldn't know Barbara Keller very long without recognizing and accepting, even becoming infatuated with her unvarnished candor, which usually encompassed sex. Nevertheless, her immediate personal question irked Karen, setting her on the alert. There were, after all, some things…

"God!" the widened, onyx-eyed girl went on before she could answer, "Don was a savage! I thought he was going to tongue me right out of my mind, and he hadn't drunk anything near what Steve had! Then, it was dog-fashion, and believe me, honey, with that cock of his rammed up in you from behind you know you're getting fucked!"

Karen actually lost her breath at her fetching neighbor's casual use of the two four-letter words, the very sound of them tumbling from her pretty, white-glossed lips momentarily spellbinding her! In all of their association to date, the younger wife had never heard her use the ultimate graphics, even when she implied them! At the same time, she couldn't deny the sparks they raised in her soft, smoldering belly and loins… like a poker being stroked into a caked bed of white-hot coals!

Somehow, Karen found her' voice and quivering as it was in her undeniable excitement, she softly managed to convincingly lie: "Steve had to be at the office early… so we went right to sleep…"

"Really? God, I was as hot as a Spanish onion! I must've cum a half-dozen times, but that's that heavy-hung husband of mine," the sparkling brunette randomly informed, then sipped from her cup, her dark-eyes mischievously scintillating as they gleamed across the table. "Anyway, I'm sorry you guys didn't cut it. I know you were right up there with me, hon, the way you were hanging onto Steve." She set down her cup and shook her pretty head. "That's the trouble with insurance, or Don's real estate. Sure, we make wonderful money, but the time involved. It kills me. I can seldom plan a dinner and have it on the hour, or figure on my legal-lover to be on deck when he says. It's always a client who wants to look at property at the most unreasonable hours! Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it… then I look around, or go out and lounge by the pool and decide it is."