Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

She giggled to herself at his unabashed delight to see her as she picked up the meal sack and slipped heedlessly into his compound. It made her feel warm and good that the dogs depended so much on her and she knelt down on the dirt floor, digging her fingers into his thick ruff of sable fur and wrinkling her nose at the sloppy licking kisses he planted on her face and neck. She knew he must be hungry but when she tried to rise and carry the feed bag over to his empty tray, he pushed her imperiously back down to the ground on her plush haunches with his hairy muzzle. The beautiful girl experienced a brief flash of fear but then smiled affectionately at what seemed to be the grand champion's demand for more attention, reminding herself that he was isolated and alone almost all the time. She patted his stately head without fear, dropping the burden of the sack in her arms to one side as the giant German Shepherd's cold wet nose poked boldly under the top of her robe and sniffed interestedly at the full snowy mounds of her naked breasts under the fluffy yellow material.

"Hey, boy, I think you've got me mixed up with one of those hot-blooded young pups over in the other pen," she giggled with perceptibly strained gaiety, her bright blue eyes widening with the beginning of alarm. The forced laughter died in her now-exposed throat as his massive head nuzzled further downward, nosing more brazenly at her housecoat until the sash slipped loose and the front of the garment fell open. She was startled enough to utter a tiny cry of fear, especially when the huge creature lowered his head even further down and began to sniff daringly at the naked, unprotected mound of her exposed vagina. This was not right, was unnatural, she thought as she cowered and tried to move away from his slavering mouth. Maybe it was only the scent of the young bitches in heat, the scent that had rubbed off on her when she was in their pen, that attracted the big male brute to her in this strange way. Whatever it was, she was afraid and wanted to finish feeding him and get out of his pen as soon as she possibly could.

"Back, boy! Get back!" she commanded with as much authority as she could manage to fake under the circumstances. Then, with one sudden movement, she made a futile attempt to close her bathrobe and rise to her feet but a low rumbling growl from Wolf caused her to freeze in terror just as she got to her knees. Her glazed blue eyes popped open wide in fearful surprise and she pressed the back of her hand tightly over her gaping mouth to keep from screaming out in the stillness of the surrounding forest. In her unreasoning dread, she thrust out the flats of her palms in front of her in a vain effort to ward off any attack upon her that the hulking German Shepherd might make, but the miscalculated movement only made her lose her balance. The frightened young blonde toppled helplessly over to the ground on her side, her long white legs sprawling out under her as the animal growled ferociously, standing menacingly over her prostrate form. It was impossible for her to move without bringing another threatening snarl from him. Her instinctive fear of the dog had returned with such paralyzing force that she knew now it was useless to make any attempt to intimidate him into obedience with her feeble commands. Just as he could sense her helpless panic, Diane could sense his savage confidence growing stronger and stronger as he hovered possessively over her voluptuously young cringing body.

She tensed automatically, wincing throughout every pore of her being, and whimpered as the black and tan dog inched his great head forward and searched with his dark spongy nose between her soft fleshy thighs, nudging them further apart until the tender pink folds of her hair-fringed pussy were open to the coolish draft of the autumn air. She heard him begin to pant excitedly, his thick cords of muscle quivering as the full lust-inciting aroma of her female scent filled his nostrils and ignited his interest in her nakedly spread vagina even more. It was as though he had cornered a bitch in heat, a beautiful, fully-aroused female whose enticing aroma and smooth hairless skin maddened him to unheard-of daring. Without warning, his hot pink tongue snaked out and began to lick wetly up and down the slightly moist slit between her cream-white thighs, probing and swirling eagerly at the inviting female odor of her defenseless vagina. A bone-chilling shudder ran through her as the long dripping animal tongue slaked hotly up and down on her naked genitals, all the way from the top of her naked young cunt to the tiny puckered ring of her anus cringing below it. It was almost more than Diane's tortured mind could bear as she lay frozen and helpless under the huge dog's explorations of her sensitive loins with his lapping canine spear of flesh.

"Oh, no, God, Wolf, stop, stop," she begged tremulously, her panicky voice breaking into an uneven wavering tone, but the enormous dog seemed not to hear her despairing pleas and continued his efforts to burrow his relentlessly flicking tongue up into her, to find the vital source of the teasing sexual scent that was crazing him. With a harsh forward thrust of his head, he drove the helplessly writhing young woman down flat on her back in the dirt and wedged his salivating muzzle deeper into her trembling loins. For a moment, the terrified girl tried weakly to twist away from the stubborn attack but another sinister snarl from the brute monster crouching over her vulnerable young body made her collapse back to the ground. His mercilessly spearing tongue ran searingly along the full length of her narrow moist crevice again and again, flicking relentlessly between Diane's wide-spread legs. Then, suddenly, it darted deep into her vaginal opening, spreading apart the blonde's wispy down-lined cuntal lips like a knife slicing through butter. Fear-stricken moans tumbled from her fright-ovalled lips as the dog's hot lingual lance flicked fluidly into her openly-spread loins. She repeated over and over to herself, as if in a trance, that she must remain motionless and not provoke him in any way, for he might become really violent and hurt her seriously out of sheer frustration and animal rage.

And yet, despite her horror and revulsion at what was happening to her, the helplessly-trapped girl began to feel something unexpected taking place inside her, something like tiny chills of forbidden excitement beginning to flutter all along her spine from the perverted stimulation of the dog's feverishly sluicing tongue. Good God, she thought, surely her mind was temporarily deranged by the reeling shock of this grotesque mistake of nature, for certainly no normal woman could be aroused by this weird thing that was taking place. A thing like this could happen only in nightmares or lewd fantasy stories written by perverted people with unbalanced minds. She vaguely remembered that the gate to the kennel was behind her, that there was a way to escape if only she would reach out and open it with her hand. If she called upon her dwindling reserves of strength, she could crawl out of the wire door on her hands and knees, but the weirdly rising thrills that were coursing through her drained off the last of her will and courage. And besides, the little prickles of pleasurable sensation that Wolf's rampant tongue set off in her hungry body left her too weakened to drag herself even that short distance.

"Oooh, don't, pleeease, Wolf," she moaned futilely, feeling her resistance disappear more with every passing second as he licked harder up between her open thighs with ever-increasing urgency. She was completely at the mercy of the ruthless dog and found herself pushing her nakedly trembling buttocks unwillingly upward toward the fiery lance that was drilling in and out of her now moistly secreting cunt and slurping obscenely at the tiny puckered lips of her anus. In her blurred brain she was dimly aware of the sounds of the other dogs barking and whining excitedly as though in a medley of applause and bestial frustration. Oh, God, were they all watching her lewd surrender to Wolf, she asked herself through her haze of confusion as the champion brute's mouth opened and nibbled softly on her wet, dilating pussy and lapped away the final reserves of her resistance to the strange bestial attack. All around her the general clamor and low sexual whines in the kennel seemed to grow louder and Diane felt the first needling worry and concern about the noise they were making. Soon, soon she would have to escape… somehow… find a way to make the dog release her… to speak to him in a tone that would make him obey.