Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

But it did not really matter right now. Paramount in her thoughts were the insistent demands of her sex-starved body, the sharp tingling feeling down between her tightly-clenched thighs. Casting all of her natural inhibitions aside, Diane began to knead her ripely throbbing breasts, pinching the soft pliant nipples into rubbery hardness under her blouse. Then, with a soft, impatient moan, she rose from the bed and began at once to take off her clothes.

In another moment, she stood completely naked in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, gazing questioningly at her voluptuous, exquisitely formed body. At least, Bill had never been able to complain about the way she looked, the golden-haired girl breathed heavily as she eyed herself approvingly. Flaxen blonde and perfectly proportioned, Diane had long ago grown accustomed to the fact that men automatically thought of sex when they first met her and, to tell the truth, she suspected that her classically beautiful face and desirable body had first attracted Bill to her in college. It had not mattered then, for they had fallen rapidly in love with each other, but now she almost wished that Bill felt a bit more of that electric sexual excitement that had caused their first quarrels when she was still a frightened young virgin.

Now that they were married and Diane had learned some of the exciting delights of physical love, she wondered if perhaps something about her had changed to make him so cold and uncaring. Her worried gaze traveled over her lush young breasts standing firm and high above a waspish hour-glass waist, her full rounded buttocks topping the long sun-golden columns of her perfectly tapered legs. No, there was nothing wrong with her body, she finally decided, and certainly her face with its wide blue eyes and sensuously pouting lips was just as pretty as it ever was. What more could Bill want?

Well, she didn't know, she shrugged, and she did not feel like worrying about it right now. Slowly, she placed her palms under her full, milk-white breasts and lifted them slightly until they hardened out in full bloom. She held the softly pulsating nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them gently into erection, a little moan of excitement in her throat. Her left hand began to slide down along her awakening body, down to the flat plane of her sides and across her stomach to rest on her pale blonde pubic mound, pausing there to rub sensuously back and forth over the silky softness of the curling blonde strands of vaginal hair. She could feel the wetness flowing down out of her strangely inflamed pussy on the insides of her smooth ivory thighs, a moisture that was flowing freely now as she edged back to sit down on the bed.

Complete surrender to the warm sexual need building inside her showed in her passion-glazed eyes as her naked buttocks twisted tensely on the mattress, writhing there until she could feel the crisp sheets brush thrillingly against the tender swelling of her cuntal lips. Her long beautiful legs scissored open and closed slowly as she teased herself with the rhythmic pressure of the bedclothes against her tingling clitoris. Her breath quickened and the passionate force of her yearning grew stronger in her hungry loins.

Diane was astounded that she could feel so thoroughly aroused after the disgusting thing that had happened to her this morning but the slight shame she felt only stimulated her all the more. Her lipstick-circled mouth opened in sensual rapture as both of her hands teased lightly over her body as if no longer under her control, floating over her soft sleek belly, then coming to rest once again on the golden vee at the entranceway to her burning loins. Groaning at the sudden contact of her fingers against her sensitively pulsing clitoris, she spread her legs far apart, exposing to the air the glistening hair-lined furrow nestling between them. Her trembling fingers slid down further on the soft swollen lips, pulling them gently outward until the deep pink opening was fully exposed to the open room and the mouth-like orifice throbbed and sucked greedily inward like the mouth of a gulping fish.

Slowly and tenderly, she wormed her slim middle finger into the moist pulsating hole and forced it downward until it was deeply embedded in the tight smooth passageway, while at the same time she flicked at her throbbing bud-like clitoris with the middle finger of the other hand. Afraid to pause as her excitement soared higher, Diane quickly worked in another finger alongside the first, sliding it into herself between the crimson-colored ridges of her desire-drenched cunt, pushing the soft hair-fringed lips outward as she rotated the two fingers in a slow, ever-widening circle. Incoherent images of her husband fucking into her with his long, lance-like cock flashed through her mind and in a frenzy of lust, she levered her legs far back up against her naked breasts and ground her buttocks upwards to meet each penetrating stroke of her fingers. Her face contorted strangely with the soul-jarring effort of her frantic fingering of her open vagina.

It was not enough!

Clenching her teeth tightly together, she squirmed even another finger into her ravenously hungry pussy as it contracted spasmodically around the instruments she was using to give herself pleasure. Deep moans of animal ecstasy issued from her graceful young throat as her loins started a hungry, more rapid fucking rhythm, straining toward a wild blissful orgasm, thrusting upward into herself to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight pink opening between her wide-spread thighs. Her blonde flowing hair rippled sensuously around her rising and falling head as she groaned out in helpless frustration, trying more and more desperately to bring herself to the much-needed pinnacle her body desired.

Suddenly a loud whine seemed to answer her own frantic cries. It was a high-pitched sound from outside the house. Then another howling whine broke through the stillness, and another. She ceased her abandoned movements for a moment, her fingers still buried deep inside her hotly aching cunt, and she raised her head to listen in surprised wonder. From behind the house, she could hear several of the dogs whimpering and yapping, and above it all, came the deeper, huskier timbre of Wolf's voice howling mournfully from his private kennel. She knew that the dogs were only crying because of their yearning to be with the young bitches in heat but she could not discard the strange feeling that somehow the males were answering her own moans of sexual frustration. In her mind, the nakedly squirming young woman pictured Wolf as she had found him that morning, his strong animal body curled up on the floor of his shelter as he licked his naked unsheathed cock with his long slavering tongue.

The great dog, Wolf, seemed to understand the way she felt, the young beauty reasoned vaguely as her long delicate fingers began to twitch again inside the wet, impatiently throbbing walls of her pussy. She thought of the handsome animal that was trapped out there in his locked kennel, his primitive instincts all straining toward the tantalizing scent of the lusting young female bitches in heat that he would not mate with for at least another season. Like him, she was also trapped, a virtual captive in her own house, with a thoughtless husband who seemed to care nothing about his own wife's needs. Secluded as she was this way in the lonely Oak Tree region, she might as well be a sour old widow or a crotchety spinster who has given up on the notion of ever fulfilling her natural female desires. Then, a peculiar thought crossed her mind: if only she too could be a wild bitch in heat just this one morning and join the great champion in his pen, maybe they could both be satisfied. The idea caused an embittered but wicked little smile to twist her pretty mouth.

Suddenly, as her wet fingers pushed in and out of her burning vaginal channel, Diane's cheeks flushed a deep rose color and she felt the long-awaited orgasm approaching, building inexorably with an almost paralyzing force in her hotly squirming belly and in the tortured nerves of her loins. She was teetering on the delicate brink of orgasmic release, her entire youthful body vibrating with maddening expectation.