Jon Reskind: The neighborhood pet

Karen couldn't move! Had a human lover implanted a passionate kiss on her mouth or embraced her excited tongue with his, she could never have felt it more intensively! Again he did it, until she realized that she was exchanging little fervent lingual caresses with him, and then he whimpered, the almost pleading sound shattering her unnatural world!

God almighty! What was she doing? She pushed him away, almost leaping to her feet to stare wide-eyed down into his never innocent, yet unguilty animal face. Again, he whined, as if sensing the heat he had easily rekindled within her dormant belly and loins.

"Oh, Satyr… Satyr… what am I going to do with you?" the re-impassioned, shaken wife whispered in self bewilderment. And she was not ashamed this time! That was the befuddling, unbelievable part! No, instead she was as hot as a firecracker ready to explode! Oohhh… what she needed was a drink, something to steady her before she lost her wits completely!

Looking at her watch, Karen saw that it was after six and that amazed her. She must have slept… yes, because at first, she'd felt considerably better, but now she wasn't so sure. Damn, why did Steve have to let her down tonight? She'd never needed him more… the evening they'd planned… their love party…! He'd said he'd be quite late, too… and now was when she wanted him, not some eight or nine hours away! Oh damn! she tremorously swore to herself as she poured scotch over ice, forgetting the water…

Satyr watched her every trembling move, never straying too far from her side, his stimulated senses knowing from experience her want and need. The piquant aroma from the fluid heat of her human beauty filled his nostrils, just as he had tasted it from her mouth. But he was not used to the waiting, for his real mistress called him to her immediately at such times, as did all of the others in this new neighborhood. Still it was this, the waiting, which made him long all the more for her, and he could do nothing until she bade him.

She refused to sit down and he stalked her like her own shadow, sometimes, getting close enough to brush against her, but then she would quickly ease away. Many times, she refilled the glass and drank it empty. Her soft, warm body still quivered when he crowded against her. Again, and again, her melodious voice sang soft, sweet sounds down to him. The aura of her female sexual smell grew stronger and stronger, until he knew a throbbing in his powerful flanks. And then, at last, she sat and perched before her, resting his head in her lap, the hot, spicy fragrance from up between her warm, soft legs saturating his trained, animated instincts…!

"Oh, you mind-bending lover!" Karen hissed, stroking his great head cradled on the short skirt her revealed upper-thighs composed into a lap. He was more than just a magnificent dog! There was something elegantly human about his maleness! He'd enchanted her and he was well aware of it… knew that she hadn't dare sit down because he would do what he was doing at that very moment! His rounded animal eyes were filled with more than affection… rank lust gleamed there! "You want to make an animal out of me, don't you? You want this morning completed… and… and so do I, Satyr darling! I do… I can't help it…!"

Karen's brain swam from the Scotch she'd drunk. But the liquor had done nothing to ease the burning, sensual excitement within her. Nothing could do that, she wildly thought, except love, and her only lover lay his head devotedly in her lap! Oh God, she was absolutely aflame with desire… and she'd tried so hard! She was a total, seething wetness between her legs, and she knew that Satyr keenly sensed it! He was merely waiting… waiting…!

"Ooooohhh…" she moaned aloud, once more pressing him back away and gaining her feet, though not too steadily. God, she should have eaten… but it was too late now; she wasn't hungry. One more drink and a bath… Yes, perhaps a bath would do it… had to, before she turned herself into something obscenely wanton…!

The huge German shepherd instinctively discerned his pretty blonde mistress' anxiety. He, too, was unsettled. Should he be pleased or thwarted? He followed her into the bedroom, sitting on his haunches with ears and eyes alert as she began to strip away her clothing. She had stopped looking or speaking the soft, pleasant sounds down at him. He watched her slowly make herself naked before him as if he did not exist, the soft whiteness of her human, female body finally exposed completely before him. The rounded, curved excitement of her caused him to pantingly wait with open jaws. He saw in her female beauty all of the hidden secrets he had come to know and enjoy with others, his trained eyes centering on the golden pubic ringlets partially hiding the thin heated little crevice he well-remembered from earlier up between her legs!

She turned and smiled at him. Something throbbed in the weight of his loins.

"I'm going to bathe now, darling. You can come in if you want," Karen heard herself, teasing him, as if she were definitely speaking and taunting a man lover. She sensed a tiny shudder ripple upward over her delightful feeling nakedness. God, she was already a bitch if the truth were known, she thought moving toward the bathroom…

Satyr sat beside the tub watching and Karen couldn't rid herself of the lewd, tingling little feeling that she was being voyeuristically observed by a man other than her husband. By the same token, she couldn't deny her own excitedly rising sensations of playing the exhibitionist! All through the ritual he avidly stared, and then, when she finally stepped out onto the mat, he began to lick her ankles and calves.

"Damn, what a seducer you are!" Karen softly intoned down at him, the Scotch generously warming as well as dulling her mind. Sensuality, born from hours past churned within her. She thought briefly of her Steve, last night, this morning, and then of Barbara's visit. Six times she'd cum! And Don's heavy-hung cock! Was that the way she'd put it? No… but that's what she'd implied! You know you're getting fucked! She'd said, Karen wildly remembered, her friend's use of the lewd words racing through her brain to incite additional sparks of mounting lust inside her. She thought of her own husband, Steve's, penis… so long, hard and thick…! Was Don's really bigger…?

Satyr backed away as she reached for things from bottles and spread them over her pleasingly curved, naked body. He watched her small hands massage the swollen mounds of her resilient white breasts, saw the tiny, pink nipples harden to her own touch and he wondered why she scented herself this way. He gazed levelly as she took more from the bottle and spread it over her soft naked belly… and then more, to applicate between her thighs over the patch of soft curls and downward to her legs…

"Well, darling… that's it! I can't kill anymore time," Karen heatedly breathed at the waiting animal she had been intentionally avoiding. The damn bath had done nothing for her! She was a raging inferno of unsatisfied desire inside and the dog knew it… smelled it! She could see it in his eyes… his eyes… ooohhh! "I-I'm frightened, Satyr… like a brand new bride! I'm scared, yet… oh darling… you've got to… got to…!"

The excited German shepherd knew what she meant and trotted out beside the bed to stand there. He had to wait… That was his training. He watched her parade nakedly from the bath, her rounded, white curves rippling enticingly to her graceful stride… and then, she lay down on the bed… and still, he anxiously waited for some gesture…

Karen wasn't certain but what she might lose her mind completely! She had never known an equal to the feverish sensations raging within the seething, fluid channel between her legs, upward into the very secret depths of her ovenlike belly. Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to her. She lay on her back with trembling thighs spread partially open, her finger-tips tracing upward over the satin-smoothness of her rib cage to the sensually swollen mounds of her full, tingling breasts. They found the tiny, hardened pink-nipples and narcissistically fondled them, while her eyes searched the burning ones of the dog waiting and whining beside the bed…!