Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

She was slightly sweaty from the exertion of her work that morning and decided to take a shower in an hour or so, and let the final decision about what to wear wait until then. Stripping off her panties and brassiere, she dropped the soiled lacy garments into a heap with the muddied dress and slipped into a pretty gingham-checked smock that was decent enough if anyone happened to come to the door.

The beautiful young blonde woman walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, picking up a ladies' magazine from an end table beside her. She leaned back into the cushions and stretched her legs out casually in front of her. It was the first peace and quiet she had really experienced since Bill had left last Sunday and she was enjoying the change of pace. An item in the magazine on the care of pet dogs caught her eye and in a minute she was thoroughly engrossed in the article.

Then she felt the couch stirring slightly and she looked up to see that Wolf had clambered up onto the cushions beside her. She frowned at the dog and snapped her fingers, pointing to the floor at her feet. But the big dog only whined softly and dropped his mammoth head on her sun-tanned knee, his cold nose nuzzling under her cotton dress to rest in the warm crevice between her smooth creamy thighs just below the blonde patch of her pubic hair. She shuddered and chilled from the unexpected sensation of the dog's cold wet nose on the sensitive flesh on her inner thighs and the warm blast of his breath against her uncovered genitals beneath her dress.

"Oh, no, you're not going to start that again," she warned him sternly. But he paid no attention and renewed his effort to reach the hidden source of the female scent that fascinated him. With a powerful downward push, the big dog succeeded in opening Diane's tightly-clenched thighs with his nose. He ran his tongue wetly over the full length of the narrow pink slit that came into view. Her clitoris came immediately to life and throbbed as the hairy beast's long moist tongue slid wetly over the sensitive bud. She found herself responding without conscious thought, her hips writhing back at the dog, moving of their own volition, until it fully dawned on her what she was doing.

"Back, Wolf, back!" she snapped, pushing his face away determinedly with both hands. The huge brute moved off the couch reluctantly, only to sit and place his front paws on the back of the sofa beside where she sat, his hindquarters beginning an obscene humping motion against the edge of the couch. Diane watched aghast as his glistening, scarlet penis slipped out from its hairy sheath, dripping lewdly. The tapered point jabbed and danced in the air as he tried futilely to bury it in the cushion. The hot scarlet of his stabbing member contrasted startlingly with the darker muted color of the plush couch cushion. Unnerved, she wracked her brain for some way to stop the great beast before his untimely animal lust got completely out of hand. She moved to rise to her feet, planning to lead the mountainous German Shepherd by the collar out to his run, but a sudden snapping growl from the huge creature froze her where she sat.

"Get down, Wolf! Stop it! Stop it… right… now…" Her strident authoritative tone began to fail her and then died out completely as the dog's long, prong-like fangs appeared in a menacing snarl. She was paralyzed, numb with fear at the dog's abrupt change of character, not daring to move as Wolf lowered his forepaws from the sofa and prowled the carpeted floor around her feet. Ominous sounds rumbled up ceaselessly from deep in his powerful chest and he suddenly thrust his snout between her slender ankles, wedging his brawny shoulders between her curving calves as they came unwillingly apart. Feeling the panicky sense of helplessness returning like a chronic disease, Diane tried to clench her thighs and buttocks tightly together but the dog muscled powerfully between her straining knees.

No, no, she thought frantically to herself, this can't happen again!

It had finally seemed as though she had gotten everything under control, but now…

For a moment, the quavering golden-haired girl tried to twist away from the strange attack, but another threatening snarl made her fall limply back onto the couch.

"No, no, Wolf! Bad dog! Lie down!" she shouted in desperation, hoping that a new combination of words would make the rutting animal retreat.

As if in defiant answer, the huge dog brought his great panting head down to the narrow hair-lined slit between her forced-open thighs and licked at the wetness, sliding his soft red tongue along the thin hair-fringed slit up to the hot little tip of her clitoris. It was just as he had done before. She was helpless against the dog's intense determination to keep her trapped on the couch, and felt her ripe young body trembling and jerking under the tempting stimulation. This is sick, she raged to herself; it's unnatural and perverted. But as she tried to wriggle into a safer position, the monstrous dog's long tongue snaked out again, licking hungrily at her moist crevice, lingering at her tiny puckered anal mouth where the pointed red tip pushed and probed, trying to force its way past the outer ring of soft rubbery flesh. The young housewife's nervously-tensed thighs quivered at the forbidden sensation and a deep moan spilled from her open lips. The husky dog's slathering wet tongue was forcing her toward excitement in spite of her revulsion at the thought of enjoying the unnatural stimulation.

Diane groaned despairingly as she realized she wanted still more of the mind-blurring, debasing stimulation. Her natural resistance was fading under the maddening torture of the German Shepherd's tongue and suddenly the giant lance stabbed into her vulnerable warm pussy like a thick pink snake, plunging up deep into her, heedless of the sobbing, tearful objections that came spontaneously from her mouth. The last remnants of her self-restraint disintegrated and, oblivious to all morality and reason, she rolled her tempting buttocks against the face of the aroused animal, drowning in the weird obscene sensations of his slithering tongue against her shamelessly aroused loins.

Before she realized what was happening, the dark-haired dog pulled away from her willing vagina and reared up to place its forepaws on the couch above her pinned shoulders. She gasped as she saw the creature's glistening red penis slip out from its furry casing, its tapered point dripping and dancing in the hot valley between her wide-spread thighs. The dog began to shiver and tremble, trying to bury the blood-red tip into her luscious ready body. Her mind reeling in a confusing daze of sexual need and debasing humiliation, she looked up at him through her wide eyes watching him over her nakedness. Then, as though a demon had taken over her will, she thrust hungrily upward with her buttocks in a mechanical attempt to capture the lengthening shaft of flesh between her swollen cuntal lips. She heaved upward towards the long scarlet organ as though she were a rutting bitch herself, and the very thought of herself as another bitch animal in heat like those out in the kennel sent another electric tingle reaching deep into her belly. She could feel the seeping wetness between her thighs increasing even more and her heart pounded loudly like a jungle drum.

Groaning, she pulled her thighs up tight against her over-spilling breasts, turning up the flat plane of her silky loins in a frantic effort to capture the jabby fleshy spear. The desire-maddened dog pushed forward wildly as he struggled to implant the pointed tip of his dripping cock between her thighs, striving to shove it into her until his pinkly tapering hardness sank all the way into the wet opening, popping cruelly into the tightly-clenched little hole with one quick forward lunge.

With a strangled cry, Diane twisted to one side in an effort to escape the sudden animal impalement. But having tasted his first success, the lust-driven dog returned to the attack with all the barbarousness of a Tartar, mindlessly, savagely humping against her tiny hardened clitoris and slipping his flanks down to thrust between the naked lips of her white-hot pussy.