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Chapter 1


The spring sunshine fell warmly through the open window onto the naked
torso of the tall full-breasted redhead who was stretching and yawning
her voluptuously proportioned breasts as she breathed in deep, and her
long red wavy hair spreading out across the pillow like a heavy fan.

Mrs. Georgia Rogers stretched as she awoke, blinking slightly at the
fresh morning sunlight. When they had gone to bed the night before she
had forgotten that the new daylight saving time would probably mean
more sunlight in the morning, and she had left the curtains open.

Not that she minded a bit waking up to the refreshing spring sunshine.
She was feeling spring all over lately -- particularly up between her
firmly curved thighs, and the fact that Howard had been rather
preoccupied lately had served as well to keep her natural sexual
interests rather highly stirred. Spring warmth was kerosene to that
flame, instead of a healing balm. But she didn't mind. In fact, the
young wife rather enjoyed it, because then her orgasms would be all the
more lusty and overwhelming when they finally came.

Georgia shrugged and all of the sheet fell away from her opulently
contoured body, revealing, beside the ripe fullness of her lust-
inciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists,
flawless white skin, and just the hint of burnished red pubic hair at
the center of her loins. She had the unusual sort of redheaded coloring
seen only rarely -- bright coppery hair and the most perfect of creamy
complexions, and a figure just as youthful and sensual as the day she'd
been married, in spite of the fact that she was now thirty-four and had
a teenage daughter.

As she stretched she fluffed out her long lustrous hair, which had
never been cut. Howard had been crazy about her hair. Like most men,
that was the first thing he had noticed. But then, men also paid
attention to her magnificently put together body as well. Curves no man
could resist, she had been told.

Georgia smiled softly to herself as she considered all this. Taking
both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, she
toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting
pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a corresponding tingle
deep down in the center of her belly. She was not a wanton, but only a
normal woman who had come to enjoy her husband's sexuality, and of late
that sexuality had been somewhat lax. Consequently, every morning she
seemed to wake up more aroused than the morning before.

Not that Howard noticed. Indeed, he didn't seem to notice anything much
lately except his business affairs. His company had put together a
hefty real estate package recently on the west side of the Chicago
River only to have it come out in the newspapers that instead of
developing the area as they had promised the original owners, the City
of Chicago, the land was being re-sold at a tremendous profit to the
federal government for an office complex. Consequently his entire
organization seemed currently to be in a constant state of upheaval and
anxiety over what new charges would arrive with each new day and -- in
particular -- what citizens' lawsuits were in the offing. The prospect
was grim. And her Howard had been one of the original prime movers who
had clinched the deal through connections at city hall. His handsome
head would be on the block if the public got too noisy.

Georgia patted her breasts and then pushed her hands up in back of her
lengthy hair, and let it fall again. Her pretty head couldn't really
get much interested in men's affairs. All she knew was that Howard just
wasn't performing in bed as usual.

As yet she hadn't made her mind up what to do about it, however. She
kept expecting him to break out of the doldrums at any moment.

"Georgia, have you seen my cufflinks?" came a cross voice from the
bathroom, and then her husband was standing in the doorway, fiddling
with the sleeves of his shirt, his shock of wavy black hair falling
forward over his forehead. He was clad only in his underwear and the
shirt, and her eyes locked unavoidably on the spot where his genitals
nestled between his legs, but disappointingly, there was no special
bulge there to excite her.

"But you've got so many " she started to say.

"I mean the ones with the footballs on them. I can't wear jewelry any
more. Orders around the office. Too many newspaper reporters coming
through all the time. The boss has given up his diamond rings even. No
more small pinkies. Imagine. He won't be able to show his face in city
hall."

Georgia laughed and tried to help him by looking around the bedroom a
little bit, but she couldn't seem to locate the cufflinks he was
referring to. Finally he changed to a button-cuff shirt and went back
in the bathroom, and Georgia slipped a housecoat over her glowing body
and went downstairs to start breakfast.

Karen, their thirteen year old platinum blonde daughter, was already
humming and singing in the shower. Georgia smiled to herself and made
her way down the stairs. Karen was certainly getting to be a beautiful
girl. They would have to get together for a long mother-and-daughter
chat very soon!

Going to the refrigerator, Georgia began in an orderly fashion to
organize breakfast for the family. She kept her housecoat carefully
closed when she caught sight of the milkman coming around, and then
relaxed again. Really, though, she was the sort of woman who preferred
to give her unusually well developed body free rein in its movements.
She hated constricting clothing -- except, of course, when it attracted
attentive and appreciative male glances, and the housecoat normally
fell open quite a lot in the ordinary course of things as she moved
about her cozy kitchen.

Georgia had started the bacon and put out the pan for the eggs, and was
setting out the plates and silverware and so on when she heard the
scratching at the screen door.

What on earth --?

Drawing her dressing gown tightly about her waist, she went to the back
door and peered outside, but couldn't see a thing unusual there. The
small public park looked typically quiet for this time of morning,
where it sat somnolently behind their house. There was absolutely no
one about.

And then came that scratching again, like a cat at the screen door. It
really gave her a start of an almost sensual nature, like someone
drawing chalk the wrong way up the blackboard of her spine. She opened
the door and looked down through the screening.

Well, this was a handsome animal! A big, shaggy German shepherd without
any apparent collar or identification was looking up at her with big
mournful eyes. His coat was so rough that there was the distinct
impression that he had recently been in a fight. His hair was very
shaggy and dirty and seemed to go in every direction. His mouth opened
slightly and Georgia glimpsed a fullish red tongue.

"Well, and where have you come from, lamb? My, don't you look hungry.
Wait right there and mama will bring you something." The young wife let
the door swing shut behind her and returned to the refrigerator to
rummage around for some leftover meat or something. There was a lamb
bone there from Sunday dinner with plenty of meat still on it, and also
some freshly ground beef. She decided that old lamb was a wiser
investment, and also poured for the hungry-looking animal a bowl of
milk.

Returning to the back door, Georgia found the German shepherd sitting
well back from it and down the steps. Well, he certainly seemed well
behaved and well trained, she thought as she opened both doors and went
down the steps.

A breeze came up and wafted slightly about her tall, elegantly torsoed
body, causing her housecoat to open a little. Her full-fleshed breasts
juggled upward and seemed to spill out from the open material, and
strangely, the dog's big brown eyes fastened on their gleaming
whiteness, and he totally ignored the food. Georgia blushed
instinctively and tried to hold her housecoat more snugly to her body
with one elbow where bending over to put the dishes down on the colored
concrete blocks of the patio. This was far from easy with two dishes in
her hands, but her cleavage was so considerable that she felt she had
to do something. The dog was just a dog, but she couldn't just let
everything spill out for all of the neighbors to see.

Though the German shepherd's eyes burned on what he glimpsed of her
milk-white smooth flesh, he didn't move from his spot. And seconds
later he had bent his head and was lapping at the milk. Then he took
the lamb bone in his paws and proceeded to rip the meat off of it quite
determinedly with his powerful jaws.

Georgia was somewhat taken aback by the ferociousness with which the
stray attacked the meat, but in a way she found it sort of fascinating.
The dog appeared to be more wolf than canine, and that's the way she
found herself thinking of him -- Wolf. When his eyes glanced up at her
momentarily, she was quiet stunned by the intensity of their gaze. They
seemed to bore right through her. An involuntary shiver passed through
her exquisitely formed flesh and something flashed a message in her
mind: This dog has the eyes of a dangerous man. Not dangerous in the
sense of a physical threat, but dangerous sexually.

Georgia shivered again and turned around sharply, returning up the
stairs into the kitchen. She closed the screen door and the back door
thoughtfully behind her, and then peered back through the curtain at
her big, powerful canine guest to where he was crunching the lamb bone
in his wicked-looking teeth. His strange dark eyes seemed to glare at
her, and after the recent frustration she had suffered in her marriage
bed, this sort of weird carnal stimulation worked on her loins like a
tonic. She felt trembly as a school girl going through her first wild
flirtation. But that was ridiculous!

"Morning, Mom!"

Georgia started as her platinum-tressed daughter suddenly appeared to
plant a warm wet kiss on her cheek. She touched Karen slightly and
blinked. Their pretty thirteen year old was as fresh as ever. Karen was
one of those girls who always appeared clean and scrubbed in every
situation. Part of this could be ascribed to her natural platinum
blonde hair, which hung all the way down her back with the consistency
of fine wire. Georgia and Howard had never been able to figure out
where it came from, as no one in either of their families was blonde,
although there was a tinge of Norwegian blood on Georgia's side. North
Norwegian, where platinum blondes were supposed to abound.

Karen also dressed very neatly, too, changing frequently, truly one of
those children a parent never had to worry might go hippy. She had been
a perfect baby, and ever since then a perfect little lady. And now she
had every appearance of becoming a perfect teenager. In the last year
she had suddenly sprouted up quite tall for her age, and developed
small but well-rounded breasts. Indeed Karen was perfectly proportioned
in every way for a girl her age, and then some, with enticing young
breasts, a tiny waist and flat, flat tummy, and long sleek slender --
but well-turned -- legs which seemed to retain their tan longer than
most girls' did. Added to this was her long Jean Harlow-like hair but a
prettier oval face than Harlow had ever aspired to, with pert little
upturned nose, bright blue eyes, and a small but sultry mouth. Yes,
their little girl was a real princess.

"Morning, dear. Will you watch the bacon while I do the eggs?"

"Sure!"

Karen went gaily to work with a real enthusiasm, as she did everything.
Georgia sighed with parental satisfaction, watching her. Every parent
should be so lucky. With a fine helper like Karen, one was never at a
loss.

Nor was there ever any trouble with boys, either. Despite the fact that
Karen was developing faster than most girls her age, she did not seem
to be preoccupied with boys the way most prematurely developed girls
were, but seemed to take everything sweetly in her stride. So much so
that occasionally Georgia found herself wondering if Karen thought
about sex at all, and if so in what way. They had discussed it briefly,
and Georgia knew that her daughter knew where babies came from. But at
this pubescent age, girls' ideas about sex changed so rapidly, and they
learned to become secretive about their real thoughts -- Georgia could
remember from her own school days -- and, it was difficult to tell what
they were thinking, if anything at all.

But she had to be thinking something about sex. It would be abnormal,
at her age, and given her development, if she weren't.

Just then Karen glanced out the kitchen window and noticed the dog on
the patio, munching on the bone from the lamb roast of two days
previous. "Oh, mother," she exclaimed, "whose dog is that?"

Georgia winced and smiled just a trace self-consciously. "Oh, just a
stray. He came scratching up at the door and I gave him a bone and a
bowl of milk. Scruffy looking thing, isn't he? It was the only way I
could get rid of him."

Karen continued standing at the back door, studying the large shaggy
brute. "Oh, but he is a big dog, isn't he, mother? He looks positively
dangerous." An involuntary shiver broke through her pubescent young
flesh. She had never seen an animal of such majestic proportions -- or
one so dirty, wandering the streets on the loose. Once when she was
younger -- or perhaps several times -- the family had been to the
Lincoln Park Zoo, and seen the timber wolves kept caged up there. But
this animal could put any of them to shame. He had a large, leonine
head with dangerous, evil-looking eyes and devilish pointy ears that
rose up very high and peaked above his massive skull. His body, even
where he lay on the colored concrete, could be seen to be thickly
muscle and powerful. His teeth, as he ripped the lamb flesh from its
bone, were patently those of a trained and vicious watchdog, and Karen
could not repress a small ripple of excitement as she watched him. A
dog like that looked so brutish and untamable it was difficult to
imagine him ever wearing a collar. He was at once malevolent and yet
attractive like a dangerous and powerful man.

"Come on, dear," Georgia said just a trace more peevishly than she
realized. "You've got to help me with breakfast. Your father will be
down any minute."

Karen smiled silkenly to herself. There was something very masculine
about the big brute in their yard. It wouldn't have been possible for
him to have been a female. Having so recently become a full-blown
physically matured female herself, the attraction was instantaneous.
Not that she would ever have dreamed of consummating her vaguely
aroused interest, of course. Her mind could scarcely have conceived of
sex between a dog and a human girl, indeed she had the utmost
difficulty imagining it between herself and a human boy! But
nonetheless she could feel the magnetic pull between her eyes and those
of the beast working so malevolently over his lamb bone. That was
instinct. It did not require translation into physical action, only the
understanding that it, the magnetism, existed. She knew instinctively
that she would have loved to have an imperial animal like that around
all the time, psychologically; sex didn't enter into it.

"Boy, he's a big dog, isn't he, mother?" she said, leaving the window.
"Are we going to keep him? He looks like a good watchdog."

"Yes, and there'll probably be a reward out for him in the newspaper,
too. You can't just pick up dogs like that, Karen. They belong to
people somewhere."

Karen sniffed haughtily. "It certainly doesn't look as if the people he
belonged to cared for him much, though. He's just filthy. We really
should clean him up a bit."

"We'll see. Now, hurry. Your father's coming."

Howard Rogers did show up several moments later, picking up his paper
from the sideboard in the dining room and stepping silently into the
kitchen. He took his usual chair at the kitchen table, ruffling his
newspaper with appropriate seriousness. Karen came around and gave me a
hug and a peck on the cheek, but he struggled to appear indifferent and
concentrated on his newspaper.

In actual fact, however, his penis jerked in his pants and the tiniest
spot of cum oozed from the small slit in the top when he caught the
scent of his young daughter's loins and felt her peach-soft cheeks rub
against his recently shaved jaw. He sat there, trying all the while to
appear casual, but his cock starting to swell and the tiny wet circle
darkening his trousers made him decidedly uncomfortable. He didn't want
to be too obvious, however, and struggled with all his will power not
to shift in his seat.

But how was he to keep from glancing occasionally at his breathtaking
young daughter's ripely developing breasts where they bounced from
beneath the snug white sweater she wore? She had the body of a goddess
and as much as he tried not to, he found himself thinking more and more
lately about fucking her during nights when he was fucking his equally
beautiful wife. All that wealth of platinum blonde hair was something
no man could resist thinking about. And now she was developing the body
to match it. A girl of such pulchritude mixed with purity and virginity
was every man's most earnest wet dream come true in the living flesh.
He would have been a fool or a fox to pretend otherwise to himself ...
even if she was his own daughter.

"More coffee, dear?" Georgia asked sweetly as she poured.

"Mmmmmmmrrph."

Karen looked up at her father from under her long dark lashes. He was
certainly an attractive man, she thought. She certainly hoped that some
day she would fall in love and marry someone as nice as her father.
Anyone like him would have to be all right.

And it would be even better if the youth was hung like her father, too.
For while she was a decent and well-brought-up girl, the fact remained
that several times while she was growing up she had glimpsed her
father's genitals and the sight had remained imprinted in her mind with
a force all its own. She knew from vague things she had heard among
other girls at school and elsewhere that large organs in a man were
supposed to make him sexually exciting for a girl.

Indeed, she had even caught herself dreaming at night occasionally of
what she had glimpsed on those rare occasions when she had caught sight
of her father's penis, rather thick and hanging down between his legs
like a large, dangerous sword as he lathered himself to shave in the
bathroom, or casually entered the bathtub. And then, of course, she
couldn't help but wonder . . .

There was a soft mewling from outside the back door, and Karen abruptly
remembered the big German shepherd her mother had given the food to.
Corresponding with her vaguely illicit thoughts regarding her father,
she found herself then wondering about this dog as well.

Just how were dogs "hung" anyway? So far as she had ever noticed, they
didn't seem to have their penises hanging around loose the way men did.
Surely they couldn't have very much, then, the way it was all so
hidden.

There was the mewling and scratching again. "Now, what the hell is
that?" Howard asked crossly, banging down his newspaper.

Georgia got up and went to the back door. "Oh, it's just an old dog
that came to the door, dear. I gave him something to eat." She opened
the two doors and looked down at the husky, panting animal. My, she
thought, he is a brute, isn't he?

"Looks like he's still hungry, mother," said Karen.

"I'll take care of it, dear." Georgia went back to the refrigerator and
unhesitatingly took out the pound of ground meat she had been saving
for lunch, putting it on a nice plate for their handsome shaggy guest.

In the meantime Howard got up grumpily, finished off the last of his
coffee and went into the hall to get his jacket. "I'll probably be home
late tonight," he called back to them.

Georgia didn't appear to notice. She was busily opening the back door
in order to set out the plate for their unkempt visitor. The rough-
looking German shepherd glanced up at her, then quickly set to wolfing
down the meat.

Karen got up to see her father to the front door, however. She followed
him all the way, and then threw her arms around his neck as he opened
the door, murmuring, "Oh, daddy, have a nice day."

It was a fairly safe thrill to press her young full body against his in
this way, as her mother couldn't see them. And even Howard let down his
guard long enough to close his eyes and run his hands achingly across
his teenage daughter's back. He could smell her deliciously fresh scent
of youth, and feel all of her voluptuous long-legged slenderness
pressing every other point on his body at once. She was warm silken
cushions of sensuality and loveliness. Her curves were so warm and full
in all the right areas ... his head fairly swam and his cock began
throbbing mightily.

And it was all so harmless. Only he himself knew, and Georgia couldn't
see them. Karen, of course, was too innocent to realize how she
affected him.

Or so he thought. Not realizing at all that his daughter understood
very well what that hard, hot bulge was pressing upward between the
snug juncture of her virginal thighs. She rubbed her pubic triangle
shamelessly against his thigh, feeling herself becoming deliciously
turned on from the massive feel of his leg frictioning her cuntal
region. She hugged him more snugly, and kissed his soft cheek again,
more wetly now, partly with a sigh ...

Until finally he summoned up the strength to push her away from him,
his penis pounding in his pants like a keg of gunpowder under an
infrared lamp.

For a long moment father and daughter merely stood there staring at
each other, unable to say anything, her eyes smokey and veiled. And
then he whirled on his heel and pushed open the front door. In another
moment he was down the steps and opening the door to their metallic
bronze Cadillac.

Karen returned to the kitchen with her thoughts and loins in a turmoil.
She had never come so sexually close to her father before. In that
sudden moment of his departure before the front door, the pretty blonde
thirteen year old seemed to have stepped up a step into an awkwardly
different sort of world. Her burning young pussy was itching terribly
around the desire-swollen lips, and she felt an intense urge to rub it
with her middle finger till her belly exploded in fire. She moved her
hips up and back as if to facilitate some sort of release against the
flimsy nylon material of her panties, but this was no good. Finally,
flipping her long platinum hair back over her shoulder, she sat down at
the kitchen table and wagged her long tanned legs back and forth. This
seemed to help a little bit, but not much.

"Your father go?" Georgia asked from the back door, where she was
running her fingers through the thick fur at the base of the strange
dog's neck.

"Y-Yes, mother. Father's gone," she smiled prettily at her red-haired
mother. "What shall we call him?"

"Call who, dear?"

"The dog, of course." Karen could feel the innervating sensuality her
father had aroused slowly subside as she struggled to change the
subject. Now there was just the vaguest warm wet feeling between her
legs.

And on the back steps, Georgia felt suddenly silly standing there
clucking and cooing over a mangy strange dog. But he was kind of cute,
the way he pressed his head up against her legs -- it felt so nice and
cozy, somehow, all that cool, sleek fur. Occasionally he glanced up at
her with those beautiful soft eyes of his and she got the most pleasant
sensualizing shock from it. She didn't know quite what to make of him
at all, but the fact that she and Howard hadn't had a really good fuck
in a dog's age had something to do with it, she supposed.

What a curious phrase to think of: Dog's age ...

"Well, I don't know," she said, "no doubt someone will be along to
claim him after a bit ..."

"Or he might just run off and leave us. But what about in the meantime,
mother? What should we call him in the meantime?"

"In the meantime?" Georgia looked down thoughtfully at the husky dog,
which was so expertly wolfing down the hamburger she had set before
him. Somehow a dog like this didn't seem suited to any name. He was
more a beast of the wild, like a beast of the wild, like a wolf ...
That was it -- they would call him that! She looked at her fresh-faced
young daughter. "Why don't we just call him Wolf?" Georgia grinned at
Karen sheepishly. "He seems to have a wolfish-type personality, don't
you think?"

"Wolf!" Karen clapped her hands. "Why, that's grand, mother! How ever
did you think of it? It suits him to a T! I don't think I've ever heard
of a dog named that before! Have you?"

"Why-uh, no ..." Georgia looked down at the dog, which had by now
glommed practically all of the hamburger and was again looking up at
her with those strange eyes, so big and brown, like enormous dark pools
filled with weird almost-human knowledge. Occasionally his fur brushed
against her leg and she felt the most evanescent tremor of
unexplainable excitement ripple through her overheated and frustrated
loins.

She clutched her housecoat snugly around her tall, full-blown body. She
had inadvertently set the plate down right on the top step to the
kitchen door, and now couldn't close the door until the dog was
finished eating, because his big muscular body was in the way. It was
somewhat cool with the door open this way, and she could feel goose-
pimples sprouting all over her shivering longish legs. The strangest
feeling seemed to be crawling up her soft smooth flesh in the direction
of her loins.

Trying to break out of her curious mood, she looked over at her
thirteen year old daughter, saying as sharply as she could, "Look here,
young lady, aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"

"Yes, ma'am," Karen looked down, and then swelled with pride as she
noticed all over again the way her budding breasts pushed out the front
of her tight white sweater. She had of late become so proud of her
breasts that she incessantly tried to display them in every way
possible, perhaps hoping secretly that some naughty boy would find a
way to take advantage of her. But now she just tried to look humble
under her mother's scolding.

"Well, then, let's get going. We can discuss our guest later -- if he's
still around. When you come home from school. In the meantime, young
lady, a bit of breakfast is in order, I'd say."

After Karen left for school, Georgia was at last able to relax with a
sigh and a cigarette on the four-seater couch in the living room. Her
housecoat full open to reveal her long, milky smooth legs all the way
up to the fluffy red curls growing around the soft furrow between her
thighs. She could afford this state of abandon now that everyone was
gone. Ordinarily Howard liked her to dress demurely and conservatively
about the house, and, of course, she always tried to be a lady around
her daughter. It was only when she was alone that she could really let
her hair down and relax.

When she was alone. And she was increasingly that as Howard became more
and more involved in the vicious exposes that were being printed about
the way his company had handled that west bank land deal. He spent long
hours at the office now, and when he came home he seemed to have small
interest in sexual entertainment. She had always been a virtuous wife,
but she was still, after all, a female, and she had gotten used to the
lustful feel of a hotly throbbing penis sunk deep inside her hungry
vagina from time to time. At Georgia's age, if Masters and Johnson were
right, a woman was just coming into her most sensual period. A period
when some of the former taboos inculcated by her parents had been
dissolved, and when she had learned viscerally the value of a hard male
member being driven upward into her churning belly. With age, a woman
took taboos less seriously, although, of course, she continued to
consider the threat of exposure and the need for discretion. One did
not destroy a family -- which was, after all, a business built up over
a lifetime -- merely for the sake of some fleeting sexual satisfaction
and its attendant relaxation.

On the other hand, if she had wanted to have an affair she wouldn't
have known where to begin. Oh, numerous of Howard's "friends" had made
the usual overtures, but there was still nonetheless the omnipresent
problem of discretion. She wouldn't have undercut her life with Howard
for anything. Theirs had been a childhood romance which had blossomed
to fruition through high school and junior college. She genuinely loved
Howard, and she would always love him, even if they never had sex
again.

Still, there was this terrible need which seemed to be eating her pussy
alive.

The tormented young redhead stubbed out the cigarette and gazed with
drooping, dreamy eyelids toward the kitchen, wondering idly if the
visiting dog were still there.

Dogs, she thought. Now, dogs didn't have any such problems. They took
sex as they felt like it, without incurring any social problems. They
didn't mate for life, the way people did.

Georgia found herself wondering how that strange dog made out with his
sex life, being so obviously on the loose, and probably on the run as
well. Was it easy for him to meet accommodating female dogs in his
wanderings?

And why, come to think of it, did she continue referring to "it" as a
male? For all she knew, the dog might be female. She hadn't really
glimpsed any sex equipment. Not that she was quite sure what to look
for. She had seen a few dogs fornicating in public parks and other
places in her life, but had never paid much attention. And as for dogs
at rest, well, she supposed that the ones with pointy little furry
protrusions under their bellies were male. Otherwise she couldn't
remember much of anything.

But now her latent curiosity was aroused. It might pass an otherwise
dull day to find out just what the dog sex situation was for sure, and
Karen had suggested that she give the dog a bath, hadn't she? Or had
Georgia thought of that originally by herself? Now she wasn't quite
sure.

Like most people, male or female, Georgia had a natural lurid curiosity
which she would be happy to satisfy if she weren't caught at it, a
totally natural and deep-seated interest in all things obscene -- just
because they were forbidden.

And now she was alone in the house, with the rest of the family not due
back for many hours, and that strange, powerful-looking animal waiting
out back. Waiting for her? Because she had fed him, of course. Probably
waiting for more food. Well, there was no harm in that. That was acting
from the standpoint of normal self-interest.

But she would definitely have to do something about cleaning up the
filthy animal. She had promised that she would -- although it didn't
occur to her to question just who she had made this promise to.

Her dark eyes blinked prettily as she stubbed out another cigarette and
got up, drawing her housecoat tightly about her voluptuous form. Yes,
she would take him upstairs and give the poor beast a bath. That would
be the best way she could think of to pass the morning. And it would
give her something to do as she continued to try to think out her
problems with her husband.



Chapter 2


It hadn't always been like this. Far from it, in fact, when they were
courting, first in high school and then in college, Howard had been as
ardent a swain as any girl could ask for. It had really taken all her
willpower to retain her virginity until they were married. All those
years of struggling, of fighting him off, in order to preserve her
honor. It was far from easy, being so hopelessly in love with Howard as
she had been.

Georgia could remember their first struggle very clearly still. It was
their second date and Howard had taken her to the Max Straus Social
Center on Wilson Avenue. He was driving his father's four-door black
Oldsmobile at the time. (Why did the Rogers always buy black
Oldsmobiles?) After the usual socializing and propriety, he had taken
her up a quiet lane on Albany Street and parked in an empty lot that
was completely surrounded by tall trees.

She had been crazy about Howard from the very first. For one thing he
was on the school football team and was known to be very strong and
tough. And he was so good looking, and such a sharp dresser, too, with
his white letter sweaters and colorful ties.

So she hadn't minded a bit when he took her into his arms, there in the
front seat of the Olds. She was fifteen and he was almost seventeen,
and he really turned her on. Before then she hadn't even been excited
by kissing. But when she felt Howard's thrusting male hardness
straining to break through his Levi's where it pressed against her bare
thigh, a flood of emotions was unleashed in her totally unlike anything
she had ever felt before.

She didn't think of protesting at first. Howard was kissing her as no
decent boy ever had before, with his tongue sliding all the way into
her mouth and filling it up, lapping at her tongue and probing at her
teeth. And she found it delicious, like nothing she had ever done
before, and the sensual little thrills he was causing were burning a
lewd path right down into her belly. Eventually she was licking him
back, their mouths glued wetly together and their tongues thrusting in
a passionate semblance of intercourse. And with his enormous,
powerfully throbbing penis pressing so heatedly against her leg, she
was quite taken away.

Up till then she had heard vaguely of what a man's penis must be like,
but she had formed no exact picture in her mind of its power and
dominating force. She had only heard that when a man puts his penis
inside a girl, it was supposed to feel good.

But this -- this was heaven! Just feeling its pressure against her
softly yielding young flesh was enough to give her the bends. She
wouldn't have broken off that kiss for the world.

If only Howard hadn't abruptly slid his fingers up through the naked
smoothness of her parted thighs.

"Howar-mmuurrff ..." She had struggled then to break off their soul
kiss as one of his fingers insinuated itself slowly but insistently
underneath the modestly damp elastic crotch-band of her panties in
order to tickle into her desire-moistened pubic curls and finally move
between the swollen outer lips of her burning young cunt.

How surprised she had been to find that she was wet down there, just
from Howard's kissing! She had never even masturbated before, and had
always regarded herself as a decent girl within the context of those
times, and then to discover that a little kissing from an expert like
Howard Rogers could make her pussy flow like a river swollen by spring
rains!

"Howard -- please! Let me go!" She had finally managed to break from
his mouth and tried to push his shoulders back with her hands.

Not that that helped matters much. For his finger was still arcing and
delving inside the warmly seeping confines of her cuntal lips, and her
belly felt as if it were swarming with bees.

"You seem to be getting all juicy down there, Georgia," he said with
just the slightest adolescent smirk of over-confidence, his finger
continuing to circle around obscenely up between her trembling thighs.

In moral panic, the red haired virgin tried to grip her boy friend's
wrist to try to draw his hand away from there, but it felt so heavenly
she wanted to swoon, and her grasp was very weak against his determined
and muscular assault.

"Pleeeeaaassse no, Howie ... oh ... what . . . what are you doing to me
..." she wailed piteously.

"Just doing what you want me to, girl," he said worming his middle
finger around over the sensitive bud of her clitoris until she thought
she was dying, it felt so fantastic. Her thighs seemed to part despite
her best intentions, and then his single thick finger was sliding
effortlessly in and out of her virginal cunt, on that swollen river of
liquid fire that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

She was mystified and alarmed at the way her body was betraying her.
With his middle finger plunged all the way into her cunt and wiggling
around inside it, the knuckles of his other fingers all smashed her
passion-soaked pubic hair in a wild friction of lust back against her
pulsating clitoris, and she knew a level of delight that completely
transcended any sensation she had ever dreamed existed. If this was
sex, it was the most wonderful thing in the world! She wanted more of
it, more of it, not less!

But the fifteen year old girl's head was still in the First
Episcopalian Church of Glencoe, and it was telling her body furiously -
- You wretch! If you enjoy this, you're committing a sin! It's sinful
to have anything to do with sex without being married!

And this seemed to galvanize her fading resolve to have one last try at
protecting her moral virtue. "But-but," she said through chattering,
lust-ridden teeth, "you'll r-ruin m-me, Howie ... it's-it's not right!
Stop!"

Mystified by this renewed protest, the young football player suddenly
slid his finger down and out of her gasping hot pussy, the walls of
which seemed to clasp desperately after it until finally the complete
and aching separation was made.

"Gosh, Georgia, you're really serious, aren't you?" he said,
bewildered.

In that terrible moment her loins wanted his finger back inside of her
more than anything in the whole world. Her lower belly felt as if it
were doing somersaults. If he hadn't taken his finger out when he did,
she wouldn't have been able to find the strength to protest again. She
would merely have rationalized ecstatically that she had done all she
could, and that, therefore, in the eyes of God it would be no blemish
on her honor if Howie continued and finished the job of raping her with
his thick middle finger.

But no, it was not to be. Howard actually took her seriously at last
and gave her clinging moist loins the respite they no longer desired.
She closed her thighs tightly together and began weeping softly.

"Wow, Georgia," he said, stroking her arm and trying to comfort her.
"Hey, hey, calm down. Are you ... you're not really ... a virgin ...
are you?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Hey, I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I didn't realize."

He automatically held her close as she sobbed her heart out. She wasn't
quite sure why she was crying -- perhaps it was because he had taken
his finger out. Anyway, it seemed the proper and well-brought up thing
to do, although, in actual fact, she felt no pain anywhere, or any
shame either.

It was very nice being comforted by Howard, though. Georgia's
voluptuously firm full breasts heaved and quivered as they pressed into
her boy friend's hard muscular chest. His hands stroked her shivering
back as if he were gentling a startled mare, his face pressed against
hers so that his nose was buried in all that warmly scented long red
hair of hers.

"Oh--I think I'm falling in love with you, Georgia," he said, feeling
his penis expand madly and protest till it hurt against the tight
confines of his pants.

"I know," she whispered between sobs. "I-I can feel it, too."

And, indeed, she had become stuck on him in that instant, and,
afterwards, never had eyes for anyone else. Even though he did nothing
more with her that evening and controlled his flaming testicles like a
saint until she knew -- gleefully almost, because it was, after all, a
compliment -- that he must be in terrible pain.

That evening he kissed her good-night at the door very demurely and
stroked her soft face, promising to phone her again soon. She clutched
him desperately, wondering if he really meant it? Or had he lost his
respect for her, now that he had his finger in her cunt? Or maybe he'd
never call her again because she hadn't let him go all the way. Oh God,
she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't.

"Yes," he reassured her with great tenderness, lightly touching her
soft warm hair. "It's all right between us, Georgia, because we love
each other. You'll see."

Georgia's female instinct hadn't believed a word of it ... boys really
had to say things like that, didn't they? It didn't matter if you never
heard from the guy again, the important thing was that he had claimed
to respect you at the time. Then both sides were absolved of all guilt
and could rationalize away the entire incident. Georgia understood all
these things with the feminine instinct ingrained in her very bones
like a radioactive isotope. She needed no instruction in sexual
psychology. She had been forged in the furnace of evolution ... but it
certainly didn't make this "first time" good-night any easier on either
of them, for Georgia very definitely wanted to be seeing more of this
Howard Rogers. And, luckily, she did.

In the weeks, months and years to come, both knowingly and unknowingly,
she teased Howard almost to the breaking point. And little by little
their passion did escalate somewhat. She permitted him to feel her
full, firmly set breasts, but only from outside her sweater. This
served a dual purpose -- whetting her eager boy friend's appetite for
what he would be getting after marriage, and also providing for the
most enjoyable fondling caresses which made the sparks to her loins fly
so hot and fast she nearly came in her panties every time he did it.
Georgia's breasts were so high-set and proudly rounded and had never
been touched this way by anyone else. The inexperienced young teenager
could barely repress her moans of rapture as he roughly squeezed and
stroked her breasts, but she never again let him put his hand up
between her legs and always went out with some sort of protection
stuffed up inside. This acted to absorb some of her lascivious cuntal
seepage during their heavy petting sessions, but really did not prevent
her thighs from becoming moist.

As time went on she additionally permitted Howard to masturbate in the
front seat, his one hand jerking lewdly on the lust-thickened length of
his penis while his other hand played with her breasts like this. And
then she would hold him and caress him and whisper sweet endearments
while he panted out his release.

But, somehow, willy-nilly, she still managed to put him off until he
was well into his second year of college before, subtly afraid that she
was losing him to some blonde sorority beauty, she got him to "force"
her to agree to elope.

After that they never looked back.

Howard was a most satisfactory lover in the early years of their
marriage, although he did occasionally have a nasty habit of suggesting
obscene things -- such as that she should take his penis into her
mouth, which, of course, she would never do. Georgia did not regard
herself as a prude in this respect. She enjoyed normal sex and had
orgasms quite often. They were usually pleasant quiet affairs, but
quite adequate to relax her.

She regarded normal sex -- that is, intercourse committed in
"missionary position" -- as a right of married couples -- nay, almost
as a duty. And, anyway, it was the most comfortable position for her.
As for the "perversions," like fellatio and cunnilingus, she could
dismiss them as unnatural. After all, they couldn't produce children,
could they? And really she found even the thought of them disgusting.

And so it was that when, for some reason, Howard ceased making love to
her recently, she had little notion for anything else. Indeed, she
would have been offended if he had tried to satisfy her with his tongue
or in any other way. For that would have been unnatural.

This was all part of what ran through the frustrated housewife's mind
as she went to look for their German shepherd visitor.

"Wolf! Oh Wolf!" she called, not reflecting that her furry guest would
have no way of knowing the name she had selected for him.

"Oh Wolf!" She pushed open the back door, and then the screen door, and
her heart jumped. He was nowhere in sight! "Wolf! Wolf!!" Where was
that interesting vagabond, anyway? She was out on the colored blocks of
the patio now, and the fresh morning air was cold on her ankles. She
hadn't realized how much she was looking forward to the dog's company
until suddenly he was no longer there, and her heart raced in a way
that she would have thought obscene if she were looking around for a
human male.

"Wolf! Oh, there you are."

The rough looking animal inclined its head and looked at her pleasantly
from his sleepy corner around the side of the house, his face almost in
a smile. He had been waiting for the nice lady who had been so good and
who smelled so exciting to him. Now he was settled down in a sphinx-
like position over the bare lamb bone, which he had been gnawing
comfortably as he daydreamed about the soft white body he had glimpsed
the times her housecoat ballooned outward.

"It's time for your bath, Wolf," Georgia said, looking down at him.
This was awkward. She wanted to give him a bath, but, at the same time
he was still a strange dog, and there was never any telling how he
might behave if she forcibly tried to get him up and into the house. So
she merely wrung her hands together, adding more coquettishly than she
knew, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to come into the house for a nice
bath?"

Surprisingly, these were words that "Wolf" understood. He had heard
them often enough before from other pleasant, well-meaning ladies. He
abruptly got up on his feet and moved past her to the back door, where
he stood wagging j his tail and panting, looking back at his red haired
benefactress to open it for him.

"Well, you are clever, aren't you?" said Georgia, pleasantly surprised.

Wolf barked. It was the first time he had done so, and Georgia did not
find it all unpleasant. Smiling, she followed him back to the kitchen
door and held both doors open for him as he scampered inside. Then he
let her go ahead of him up the stairs to the second floor.

Georgia could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made her
way to the bathroom with the furry German shepherd right behind her and
occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his rough fur
along her silk-smooth skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her soft
inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-starved
pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and her
subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious level
to admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal
erotically intoxicating.

"Well, here we are, handsome," she said as they entered the bathroom.
And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for
her to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly
proportioned flesh in all of its Junoesque desirability.

Wolf's big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spell-binding
presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent of
her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with
an answering desire.

Georgia turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized that
Wolf's burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. She
glanced instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away.
There was certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal, was there?
She looked at her firm highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After
all, it was not as if it were a man she was alone with, was it?

Laughing nervously, the redheaded housewife bent down and gave Wolf a
light fondling around his snout. "You devil," she giggled. "You've got
eyes that get right up between a woman's legs, and you know it, don't
you?"

Wolf gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Georgia really liked the
dog now, and, after all, any admirer was better than none. Feeling like
Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding
mirrors, she realized that even Howard hadn't looked at her supple,
curvaceous flesh like that in a dog's age. Was that fair?

Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing red
hair. Then she turned away from Wolf towards the bathtub, presenting to
him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly
before his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then
bent over in order to turn on the faucets.

From this position Wolf could make out just the barest wisps of her
pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of
her smoothly formed ass-cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar
anticipation.

Georgia meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable
temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be
sure it wouldn't be too hot or too cold for the nice doggy, who had
strayed to her door. And in that moment of complete and vulnerable
exposure, with her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Wolf's
face, the young wife had an experience that would have been predictable
for a worldly woman of wider sexual experience, but which for Georgia
Rogers constituted perhaps the most shattering physical adventure she
had ever had -- or thought about -- in her entire life.

For, in that moment suspended between time and space, poised with all
of her lusciously tempting nakedness undulating in sexual promise over
the bath, she suddenly felt the hot, swiping lick of a long animal
tongue moving wetly from an artful point just below her curl-fringed
pussy lips, stroking ardently through her quiescent cuntal furrow, and
up sharply through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly
at her virginal little anus!



Chapter 3


"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Later Georgia was never quite sure where her groan had
come from. Certainly there had been no indication preceding it that her
loins would convulse so heatedly under that initial lengthy stroke of
Wolfs hot wet tongue. One moment it seemed to her that her pussy was
quietly somnolent, the next it seethed like a hive of bees. And all
because of a ... a German shepherd, a dog she'd never seen before that
morning!

Before she could get a grip on herself, the brutish animal repeated his
lewd act, this time curling his tongue like a scroll and pushing it
obscenely up through the hair-lined lips of her burning hot vagina.
Georgia held on to the edge of the bathtub for dear life.

This was not even remotely similar to anything else sexual she'd ever
experienced. Previously it had always taken a bit of time and affection
for her to get worked up for her pussy to start to flow. But Wolf's
sudden action worked on her just as if she had let out this obscene
groan of lascivious delight which came from she knew not where.

"Wolf -- no! Good doggy!" Without a thought as to whether the dog would
bite, she reached in back of her and tried to push his snout away. But
the feel of his cold wet muzzle in her fingers and between her buttocks
was a second sensation so electrically erotic and stimulating that it
could not be born for longer than a single instant.

And, in that instant, the single-minded stray continued his depraved
behavior with another hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid cuntal
cleft to flick up maddeningly like a leather whip at her sensitive
nether entrance.

A fierce and primitive groan of sensuality escaped Georgia's parted
lips once more, but, by now, she had also begun mumbling various
incoherent prayers in her head, trying to distract herself. In a small
way this seemed to work, and she managed miraculously to work up the
strength from her tortured limbs to push herself up from the bath. This
also tended to force the dog's snout somewhat more snugly between her
cleft moon buttocks, and the threat of attack at her anus set off
another furious thrill deep in her loins and immediate feelings of
self-recrimination and guilt.

"Get away -- oh God, Wolf, get away! Can't you see what you're doing to
me, you crazy dog! Get away! I beg you!"

Her limbs felt so weak and helpless she couldn't believe it. It was as
if she had become almost paralyzed with some illness in her muscles.
But her imprecations to the dog seemed to have done some good, for the
powerful animal now took her seriously and backed off across the
bathroom tiles away from her.

Indeed, Wolf was well-trained enough to know when a human really meant
her protests, and when she didn't. When he sensed that his beautiful
new redheaded mistress actually was serious about wanting a respite, he
backed off immediately. He had learned through long experience as well
that it was not wise to force the issue with a female who was not quite
ready. A smart dog and well able to play the waiting game, he sat down
on his haunches in one corner of the bathroom and stared at her with
his muzzle resting on his paws and his big dark eyes brooding and
thoughtful. He would wait for her. Forever, if need be.

Visibly shaken, Georgia managed to straighten up and find her way to a
standing position. She steadied herself as best she could with one hand
on the tub, then sat down on its edge until she could get her breath.
She would have sat down on the toilet seat, across the way, but her
muscles had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and her
heart pounding as if she'd just run the three-minute mile.

"So -- you ... so that's what you ... you do ... shame ..."

It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins had
divided into finally came back together again, and even then they
continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again.
Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the
sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt
to kill some of the terrible pressure that was building between her
shivering hot legs.

"You -- you naughty dog," she said, only mildly cross and really less
cross that she thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. "You
must never do that to mama again. That's bad, don't you know that?"

Wolf cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful eyes. He
wanted to please his new mistress, and couldn't understand her sudden
burst of anger -- she had smelled so ready for him. What was the
matter?

Georgia glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face had gone completely
crimson and she was surprised to see that her nipples had tautened
visibly. If that was the effect of a little playful show of affection
by a charming dog like this one, then Howard had definitely left her
alone one night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by it
-- dogs always licked people when they were happy. If she hadn't been
in such an unusual position he might have licked her face, or her hand.
It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.

But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly and aroused to the
extent that her loins felt as if they were filled with honey. She had
to get a grip on herself.

"Come here," she said imperiously to the dog, pointing at the floor in
front of her.

Wolf got up obediently and went over to her, standing at attention with
his tongue panting out. Then he was thrilled anew as his beautiful
mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning
nakedly against his furry body as she began brushing out his snarled
and filthy coat.

Georgia could not keep back a shiver of excitement as the erotically
stiffened tips of her breasts brushed back and forth over Wolf's
shaggy, unkept body, his fur tickling titillatingly at the already
sensitively puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been
unusually tender and the feel of his muscular canine body against her
smooth, sleek white flesh was totally unlike anything the yearning
redhead had ever experienced before. She couldn't label it either. It
was not obscene -- and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and
understanding and love, and all the thousand and one cozy things that
dogs and humans find together, and yet it was more than that. And she
liked the feel. Why hadn't they ever had a dog?

"Is that better?" she crooned, her nostrils flaring without her certain
knowledge, the outer well of her vagina becoming quietly flooded with
moisture as it poised in readiness for some obscure, unnamable thing.
She ran the brush through Wolf's rough coat, straightening out the
snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it should be. Of
course, he hadn't known what he was doing. He was just a dumb animal.
He couldn't have any idea what his licking of her responsive pussy
flesh had done to her. After all, he wasn't a man.

Not that she had ever permitted her husband to do anything so filthy.
Oh sure, though, Howard had tried, but she'd always been able to talk
him out of it.

But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, could it be that it
was she who was wrong, to have to put him off? She was getting all
mixed up.

But this was all harmless. If she was aroused, it was merely for
Howard. Tonight she would have to insist that he make love to her and
quell her raging need. Women had their rights nowadays, too. It was no
longer just the man who was entitled to an orgasm. Well, whether he was
upset about work or not, it had to be tonight!

"There, is that better?"