The Neighborhood Pet Dog sex

The sleek German shepherd stretched out his long sinewy body on the
cool of the kitchen's rubber-tiled flooring to watch the golden-haired
young wife move about her household duties with an air of feminine
efficiency. He chose a corner, his favorite vantage point, and a spot
he had come to consider as his own since his arrival at this new place.
Though at first it had been strange to him and he had sadly longed to be
with his real mistress, the warm affection shown him by the young woman
and man had soon won his fervent attachment.
What was even more exciting and new to him was the freedom he had
here. Before, he had been allowed outside only in the company of his
mistress and leashed, but here he could come and go as he felt the urge,
freely exploring the alleys and neighboring yards where other friendly
young wives gave him bones and sometimes even took him into their
houses. Of them all, though, it was this pretty, long golden-haired
girl who answered to the sound of Karen that he preferred to be with.
She fed him well and petted him often, making soft little cooing sounds
that not only pleased him but set his great heart to beating faster. It
was the lack of such attention this morning which gave the powerful
animal his feeling of slighted uneasiness, and he watched her with
unflinching, devoted eyes, instinctively knowing that all was not right
with her ...
Actually, Karen Smith thought to herself, as she rinsed the dishes
before placing them in the dishwasher, she was being a little childish
about the whole thing. Steve wasn't wholly at fault this time. After
all, they had awakened later than usual and she should know after eight
months of marriage to him what a stickler he was for being on time at
the office. With only an hour for him to shower, shave, dress and eat
breakfast, then drive into L.A. proper, she'd been just a bit
unreasonable enticing him into making love to her. But after last
night's big let-down on his part, she'd popped her eyes open this
morning with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Of
course, he'd had too much to drink the night before at the Keller's
dinner party ... or maybe not enough, she wasn't certain which, they
both did so little of it. But for some unusual reason, he'd been like a
damned rabbit in bed, just whipping right off and leaving her in the
middle of her passionate climb, dropping almost immediately off to
sleep, while she'd lain there beside him in excited arousal for over an
hour before she'd fitfully dozed off.
It was little wonder to the twenty-two year old, curvaceous blonde
wife that she'd awakened in no less an erotic tizzy than the sizzling
state which sleep had temporarily banked through the night. But to
endure a repeat fiasco within eight hours had been almost more than she
could bear! Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if
she made an issue of it, had kept her from breaking right out in
flustrated tears! Like a propelled young athlete trying for some sort
of an olympic record, he'd raced his lengthy, swollen hardness in and
out of the heated, liquid sanctuary between her legs, quickly seeing to
his own needs, then hopped from the bed while she lay there panting!
"Sorry, hon ... but I really got to make time, now!" he'd weakly
apologized, wiping off his deflating penis with his soiled shorts as he
moved toward the bathroom. Then, at the doorway, he'd turned and
promised: "Look, I'll make it up to you tonight, Karen ... for sure.
We'll go out for cocktails and dinner, just the two of us ... and after,
we'll come home and have a real party. Okay ...?"
"O-Okay ... all right, darling," she'd feebly answered, somehow
managing a smile for him before he'd darted into the bath, closing the
door behind him.
Well, at least he had understood the whats and whys of her
frustration, she'd thought as she lie there, fighting the tremendous
urge to finish the task with her finger before he popped out like a
jack-in-the-box from the shower. But she hadn't and for personal
reasons known only to herself. When she'd married Steve Smith she'd
hopefully put the need for self-gratification behind her, and to this
point she had not violated that optimism, for once begun it would be too
easy a practice to continue.
Karen was quite aware and certainly unashamed of her carnally
amorous nature, and so far, her slender, loveable, unhomely young
husband had shown his appreciation of it to the best of his limited
ability. There ... there she went again, privately deriding him with
that one word, 'limited' ... and after vowing to herself only several
days before that she would not let her mind think that way anymore!
What was it the book she had read on marriage and sexual love had said
...? Allowing this vein of thinking toward one's mate to dwell in the
mind will only breed further discontent. It is important especially for
the new inexperienced bride to adopt a positive and patient view.
Either partner might well detain the event of harmony in the sex act by
mentally unloading blame of inadequacy on the other ...
Well, inexperienced she'd certainly been and still was, she
supposed, if one was to measure by the length of time she'd been at it.
Steve had been the first and only man in her young life, the initial and
wondrous night going back to four months before their wedding. And what
a blissful, bang-up performance that had been on his part right there in
the back-seat of his car! God, her climax had been so dynamic that
she'd fainted dead away, nearly frightening him to death ... poor
darling.
Karen smiled to herself now as she remembered, momentarily pausing
in her dish rinsing. But such infusing recollections were not doing a
damn thing toward soothing the immediate ardor still glowing hotly in
her soft belly and simmering young loins, she reasoned, forcefully
sealing the memory back inside her mental archives. The main points of
importance were that they were totally and rapturously in love with each
other, that they were both sound and healthy, and that her twenty-five
year husband's position as an insurance agent was secure and progressing
beyond their fondest expectations. What young bride of eight months
could ask for more than the beautiful new home they were buying in the
enviable Oakmont Shadows development? Even their two-year old car was
paid for, and in three more months, their furniture, would be entirely
their own!
So, their sex life wasn't yet all that it might be, at least it was
a hit and miss proposition, and when she wasn't left in one of these
fired-up states she felt confident that in time ...
A soft whine from the big German shepherd behind her interrupted
the pony tailed blonde girl's stream of thoughts. She turned, smiling
down at the handsome animal her Aunt Janie had asked her to look after
while the vivacious older writer fulfilled a magazine assignment in
London. Though she would have done it out of gratitude for this
fiftyish, spritely woman who had raised her following the accidental
death of her parents when she was twelve, she had truly welcomed the
magnificent dog's company. Too many nights, Steve was obligated to meet
with clients ... the unfortunate plight of a successful insurance
agent's life ... and as well as the dog's company, Karen appreciated the
protection in this new, outlying area the powerful animal afforded her.
"What is it, Satyr darling?" she softly cooed down at him in a tone
she somehow had adopted especially for him. "Hungry, baby?" she
continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's big, glossy-furred head.
"You know, I think I'm beginning to understand why Aunt Janie gave you
that devilish little name ... it's the wicked, loveable gleam you too
often get in those big brown eyes. To tell you the truth, young man, it
sometimes appears to be bordering on salacity."
The pleasing sound of her soft, crooning voice along with the
gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand on his head filled Satyr
with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head, licking at
her smooth hand to impart his growing attachment to her. Whatever had
troubled her was of relative unimportance, his keen animal intuition
made him know, as with that hand moving to his neck, she hugged him
against her soft, outer thigh.
"I'm not sure but what you might be some reincarnated Lothario from
another time," the curvaceous, doting young wife teased, happy that they
exercised a six month dog impounding law in England before you could
bring them in. Otherwise, she'd never known the tying bond that could
grow between a human and their faithful canine friends. She had always
loved them but never owned one herself. It hadn't been until after
Uncle Bill's passing away and her own marriage to Steve that Aunt Janie
had discovered this wonderful animal. Now, he had become one of their
own little family after only a week, and already she was dreading the
day that Aunt Janie would come home to claim him. "Supposing we look
into the fridge to see what we can find for you, handsome? I think
there might even be a nice big ham bone there."
The noble animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were saying,
Karen thought, embracing him against her leg and stroking his head once
more. He whimpered and she lightly laughed. The darling. She hoped
she was doing right by letting him traipse out and around the
neighborhood. Aunt Janie had been in such a rush that she'd given her
little advice concerning him. And inasmuch as the neighbors had all
taken to him, she couldn't see any harm in letting him get out and romp
a bit. He seemed to know where home was and that was the main thing ...
along, of course, with his gentle temperament.
Although she very much enjoyed taking him on his leash grocery
shopping with her, there'd been several times he'd been off gallivanting
when she couldn't. But invariably, when he accompanied her, any number
of wives who lived in the Shadows made it a policy to come up and pet
him, such as the day before when three of them had approached him,
hardly looking at her as they almost blushingly made over him. He had
become quite a focal point in the neighborhood, and though proud, she
had come up with some misgivings over the attention. There was such a
thing, she'd read, as dog-knapping, and God, how could she ever explain
that, should it happen, to Aunt Janie?
"I don't want to be strict with you, darling," his new young
mistress intoned with a final, loving pat, "But I just might have to
curtail some of your wanderlusting habits. Aunt Janie would never
forgive me, I know, if anything happened to you ... and I couldn't
forgive myself."
Satyr was aware only that her melodious, gentle voice bestowed
kindness and love. But beyond that, he had sensed in his closeness
against her a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which
immediately inspired trained responses inside his big, muscular body.
It was the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated to
recognize ... and he did, but perhaps with more eagerness than usual,
for this was his beloved new mistress who made his animal-heart beat
rapidly when she petted him ...!
Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Karen
opened the refrigerator, identified the ham bone on its plate and bent
down to retrieve it from its backward place on the tray. She said
aloud, more to herself than the waiting dog: "Ham shouldn't really be
kept this long, anyway ... even under refrigeration ...!"
Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the astounded young
wife didn't move! She was still bent over, but frozen immobile at the
feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Satyr's nose high on the soft
inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock,
fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she could only lay to
the prurient incitement which had been smoldering inside her since the
night before! Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing
that the big dog's huge head was up in under her short shift from
behind, animalishly sniffing ... and then, the hot pressured lap of his
unmistakable tongue came against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer,
snug-fitting panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!
Good God! He'd sensed her erotic heat!
What else? It had to be that, and his singeing, long thick tongue
had felt like a firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her
still hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her
stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue
undeniably between her partially spread thighs, along the length of her
flushed, wet cuntal crevice!
Karen raised up slowly ... straightening, only because she couldn't
spend the day in that position! She held the bone in her hand as she
turned to gaze down at her animal-paramour who was staring up at her
with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouthed and with
wagging tail.
"You loveable devil! I was right! That's why your name is Satyr
... because you are!" she tremulously whispered, all the sensations she
had managed to keep from overwhelming her the past ten hours, suddenly
spiraling with passionate intensity over her voluptuous, young feminine
curves. "You ... you are Don Juan returned ... a licentious male lover
in a dog's body ... but so help me, more handsome than any of them! Wh-
What has Aunt Janie been teaching you, anyway, Satyr darling?"
The massive German Shepherd whimpered, but the sensually
intoxicated bride wasn't sure why ... whether for the bone she held, or
the now-inflamed secret between her trembling thighs! She shivered
outright as she took the first step toward the washroom as if
satanically driven. Inside, she held the bone high in a mind-spinning,
teasing gesture, so that he would see and follow, lascivious things she
had never before even conceived of permeating her brain!
"Come in here, darling ... in here with Karen!" she consciously
hissed, as if someone might overhear, though she was the only human in
the house! "Come on, baby ... that's my darling ... and after, you can
have the bone! Come on, look what Karen has for you ...!"
It was too late to stop now, the breathless, wildly infused Karen
insanely reasoned, realizing the depravity of her act and knowing she
intended to do it anyway! The eager animal whimpered before her as she
stood there, door partially closed and spread legged, her short skirt
luridly raised, the fingers of her same hand pulling seductively to one
side the thin narrow crotchband of her dampened, nylon panties, hotly
exposing her lightly hair-fringed, wet cunt before him!
"Come on, Satyr! Do it for Karen! Lick it ... baby ... lick
Karen's hot little pussy for her!" she lewdly whispered, the obscene
thought and knowing of what she was doing inspiring almost frantic jolts
of raging excitement to charge through her!
Eagerly she watched, the sight in itself as the big dog moved
closer, enough to jell her knees! Then, unimaginable sensations of
frenetic lust stabbed within her when she realized that he was really
going to lick her there up between her thighs! Ooohhhh ... this was
beyond obscenity, she thrillingly trembled, pulling even further to one
side the elastic legband and the sheer strip of her wet panties to
better expose her fire-filled pussy to him! ... He was, wasn't he?
God! He had to ...!
And, he did!
The beautiful darling's long and thick animal-tongue wetly snaked
out, curling at its tip as it searingly splayed open the fervid,
sensitive lips of her pouting pussy! It laved the very seeping,
inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, hair-fringed folds,
drawing with a scorching heat upward between them, ending and twisting
at the delicate bud of her already hotly quivering little clitoris! And
he wasn't about to stop there! Again and again without the slightest
urging on Karen's part, the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual
caresses, raising gasps of lurid intoxication from the young blonde wife
as she stood there with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed
loins thrust obscenely forward, her little hand holding the narrow wisp
of her nylon panties one side for Satyr's lustfully delicious licking of
her erotically steaming cunt!
The bone she held in her small hand had lost its interest for the
big German shepherd the moment his new, beautiful blonde mistress had
raised her skirt and made naked for him her hot, wet young pussy lips.
He knew from vast experience the feeling of racing blood pounding
ruttishly through the animal veins of his mighty body. The delicate
scent of her roused, fluid heat filled his keen sensitive nostrils as he
ardently stroked his long, thick tongue through the moistened, pink
flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong animal-heart
beat faster at her exciting feminine sexual odor, the intense fever of
her desire contagiously charging to his own powerful loins.
"Oh ... oh God ... yes, darling ... like that! Lick it good!"
Karen hissed, still holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny
panties lewdly pulled away from her burning, blonde-curled pussy with
the other. "Oh lover ... you sweet ... sweet beauty! Lick! Lick!
Karen'll cum in a minute, darling! Oooohhhh ... faster, baby, faster
... then you can have your bone! That's it ... lick ... lick ... lick
...!"
At last, the unwelcomed sound penetrated ... a knocking at the back
door ... persistent but not demanding ... yet ...! For a long moment,
the lustfully captivated Karen did not move, couldn't in the throes of
her forbidden enchantment ... but the knocking continued until the huge
dog finally stopped his obscene caresses, growling reflexively in his
husky throat. Oh God, just a minute more and she would have! She
almost frantically screamed within her wildly excited brain, thrusting
her seething wet cunt obscenely forward, trying to tempt the big animal
back to finish his lewd tonguing. But instead, he nosed his way through
the opening of the door she had not quite closed to move toward the
kitchen entrance.
"Damn! Damn!" the fiercely incited Karen cursed under her breath,
quickly pulling her panty crotch band back over her saliva-moistened
vagina as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations
electrifying her hotly inflamed young loins in their almost reached
orgasmic moment! Who the devil could it be? She raged inwardly, then
heard Barbara Keller's throaty voice speaking to Satyr through the
screened door.
"Well, hello there, handsome! Where's your pretty mistress ...?
Oh, there you are, honey," their stunning, new neighbor greeted as Karen
emerged with forced calm from the washroom. She was a comparatively
tall girl, older than Karen by several years, with an extremely
attractive face, fluffy mini-bobbed, coal-black hair, enchanting onyx-
eyes, and an enviously curved body which she revealingly enhanced by
wearing the meagerest and tightest ensembles available. "You washing or
something, honey? Hope I didn't interrupt?"
"No ... no, I ... ah, was getting a bone for Satyr," Karen
stammered, helplessly trembling as she sensed the uncontrollable flush
to her cheeks. God, that had been stupid, she quickly realized ... a
bone from the washroom? Her attractive caller's head cocked to one side
as if in wonderment, but Karen refused to notice, managing a smile as
she concentrated on the other's skin-tight white shorts and matching,
low-cut halter. "My, don't you look fresh and cool, though? How about
some coffee?"
"Love it, hon, and thanks for the compliment," Barbara replied,
watching the big German shepherd take the bone from her curvaceous
blonde neighbor's hand and march toward the door.
"Now don't you go away, Mr. Gallivanter," Karen affectedly ordered,
pressing open the screened barrier for the proud animal to pass, the
thought of the lurid act she'd involved him in only minutes before still
discomposing her. "Stay right in the back yard," she added, struggling
desperately to hide her mounting feeling of guilt. Then, turning to
smile again at her neighbor: "Sit down, Barbara ... I'll get some cups
..."
The alluring brunette was a warm, outgoing girl and a new
acquaintance whom Karen liked very much. Though Barbara and Don had
just moved into their home across the street some ten days before,
already the two couples had struck up a friendly and close relationship
... but somewhat taxed at that moment in the once again flustrated mind
of the wrought up young housewife ...
"You really like this outfit, or are you kidding me?" the long-
legged brunette asked as she slid into the breakfast booth. "Don says
if it was any tighter I might as well sew some simulated pubic-hair on
the front, the wise guy. Actually, he likes them this way. What do you
think, Karen?"
Perhaps at another time it wouldn't, but right then her attractive
friend's rather lewd remark only added to Karen's uneasiness. All the
same, she laughed, struggling for casualness and angered with herself at
the hot twinges she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She quipped:
"Well, let's say you're not leaving anything in doubt to the naked eye
... but I do like it on you."
"Thanks again. Your sweet, Karen," the stunning girl bubbled.
"Now, how would you like to go shopping with me this afternoon? There's
several sales going on downtown ..."
"Oh, I shouldn't, Barb," Karen replied as she poured their coffee
and slipped into the booth across from her neighbor, aware that the fire
had lessened in her cheeks, her confidence slowly returning. "Steve's
taking me out to dinner tonight and I don't want to be dragging for
that. Otherwise, I'd love to join you."
"Ooohhh ... and I thought sure you would," Barbara disappointedly
moaned, and then as quickly, she was smiling again. "But we can do it
another time. I don't blame you for storing up your energy for that
sweet husband of yours. He's a doll, Karen." She leaned forward over
the table. "Tell me, was he over, under, or soused just to the 'nth'
degree last night? God, I thought he was going to rape you right there
on the couch, once!"
Karen had already been exposed to her enravishing neighbor's
unexpected, sensual probes and revelations, blushingly surprising
questions or statements of which her good-looking, athletic husband
seemed to eagerly enjoy, and which at first had embarrassed both Steve
and herself. But it was the innocence and spontaneity of them that had
soon brought down her prudish guard, along with her Steve's. One
couldn't know Barbara Keller very long without recognizing and
accepting, even becoming infatuated with her unvarnished candor, which
usually encompassed sex. Nevertheless, her immediate personal question
irked Karen, setting her on the alert. There were, after all, some
things ...
"God!" the widened, onyx-eyed girl went on before she could answer,
"Don was a savage! I thought he was going to tongue me right out of my
mind, and he hadn't drunk anything near what Steve had! Then, it was
dog-fashion, and believe me, honey, with that cock of his rammed up in
you from behind you know you're getting fucked!"
Karen actually lost her breath at her fetching neighbor's casual
use of the two four-letter words, the very sound of them tumbling from
her pretty, white-glossed lips momentarily spellbinding her! In all of
their association to date, the younger wife had never heard her use the
ultimate graphics, even when she implied them! At the same time, she
couldn't deny the sparks they raised in her soft, smoldering belly and
loins ... like a poker being stroked into a caked bed of white-hot
coals!
Somehow, Karen found her' voice and quivering as it was in her
undeniable excitement, she softly managed to convincingly lie: "Steve
had to be at the office early ... so we went right to sleep ..."
"Really? God, I was as hot as a Spanish onion! I must've cum a
half-dozen times, but that's that heavy-hung husband of mine," the
sparkling brunette randomly informed, then sipped from her cup, her
dark-eyes mischievously scintillating as they gleamed across the table.
"Anyway, I'm sorry you guys didn't cut it. I know you were right up
there with me, hon, the way you were hanging onto Steve." She set down
her cup and shook her pretty head. "That's the trouble with insurance,
or Don's real estate. Sure, we make wonderful money, but the time
involved. It kills me. I can seldom plan a dinner and have it on the
hour, or figure on my legal-lover to be on deck when he says. It's
always a client who wants to look at property at the most unreasonable
hours! Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it ... then I look around, or
go out and lounge by the pool and decide it is."
Once more, Karen worked up a smile. "Of course it is," she heard
herself say, all that her curvaceous young neighbor had openly unfolded
without a grain of conscience tossing wildly inside her own wrought-up
brain ... Cum a half-dozen times? God! Even once would be heavenly!
... Heavy-hung husband ...! Steve was as big there as anyone she would
ever want to know! It was so long and thick ... bigger than most, she'd
almost bet, or at least an equal ... wasn't it ...? Wasn't it ...? How
could she know? It was the only one she'd ever seen, felt, or loved!
How could an inexperienced girl compare ...! Even if she wanted to ...?
"Honey! You didn't answer me," Barbara said, half-smiling across
the table at her with her lovely head cocked to one side in
characteristic fashion. "You off in a dream-world on me?"
"I'm sorry, Barb ... I guess I got carried away there for a moment
... something I ought to do," Karen lied again.
"Well ... what I asked you is, when are you guys putting in your
pool? Last night, you said you were going to ..."
"Oh, not until next summer, probably," Karen quickly replied,
ashamed of her momentary lapse. "I really didn't intend to get carried
off like that ..."
"Oh, for God's sake, think nothing of it, baby. I get that way
once in awhile, too. But listen, why don't you and Steve come over
Friday night for a pool party. We'll have cocktails, steaks, and ..."
she leaned forward, covering Karen's hand with her own, "some exciting
movies to stimulate the sensual blood-flow. Don just sold this estate
to a real big-time operator who handles the distribution of stag movies.
God, hon, they're wild ... all the way ... everything you can imagine
with beautiful gals and handsome males! Sound like something ...?"
"I ah ... well, I'll tell Steve tonight when he comes home," Karen
huskily responded, her own blood pounding through her at the thought.
"I-I have to go by his schedule, you know ..."
"Of course you do, baby," the enravishing brunette smiled, getting
to her feet. "Now, I better run and let you do your thing. Sorry you
can't go shopping with me ..."
"Another time, Barbara ... Tonight looks like a big night for the
Smiths," Karen said, the urge to imply something sensual to her friend
almost overwhelming her.
"Ahhhh ... and I can see it in your luscious eyes, you blonde
beauty! Okay, I'm off and running. Let me know about Friday, eh hon?
And ... and you might even give me a run-down on the big go tonight! I
love to hear about other people's private sex-lives!"
Karen laughed. She followed her neighbor to the door and saw her
out. At the same time, she looked for Satyr, but he wasn't to be seen.
The devil had wandered off again. There was his bone, but he was
nowhere in sight. Damn him ...
"Bye, Karen."
"Bye, Barb ... see you later."
The raven-haired girl smiled and waved, then she was gone ... like
Satyr ...!

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