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 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!