A Bitch in Heat by Thelastenglishking
Animal
2010-01-02
A Bitch in Heat, by thelastenglishking.
Maggie sipped at her tea and glanced through the newspaper, as she sat in the lounge of Grandma Helen’s place on Wisteria Lane. She was home from college and had supposedly come here for a day of peace and quiet, as she prepared for her upcoming exams. Helen had gone out shopping with friends, her boyfriend Rob was at work and so she had a whole house to herself and intended to making the most it; sod the exam revision! Things hadn’t got off to a great start though, as she’d been roused from a luxurious soak in the bath by someone knocking insistently at the front-door; It’d been the bloody coal-man and whilst he’d clearly enjoyed the sight of her, rangy athletic body, damply parading around in only a bathrobe, she’d given him short-shrift, and after curtly telling him how many bags and where he could stick them (she’d been tempted to make this a more biological direction!) she’d paid him, slammed the door and headed back to her bath.
That was more than an hour ago and things had improved since. Maggie had finished her bath without further disturbance, shaving legs, arms and even trimming her sweet auburn pussy; maybe she’d give Rob a treat when he took her out this evening? She was certainly feeling horny enough, “Like a Bitch in Heat” as Rob often described her. Having got the fire going, it was lovely and warm, so she was still wearing only a small pair of panties and her green toweling bathrobe as she contemplated whether to watch one of the videos she’d been saving up, or paint her toenails? That decision was halted as Maggie was disturbed once again, this time by the sound of banging and hammering which seemed to be coming from the back garden? Wondering what the hell was going on now, she went to the window and was relieved to see that the noise was actually coming from next door; she knew a new couple had moved in and whilst she’d not met them, her grandmother had reported that “they seemed very nice”. She also remembered Gran saying that they were going to replace the battered fence between their houses as they’d a dog and needed to stop it straying. They’d assured Helen that it wasn’t dangerous, but that being rather large and playful, they needed to keep it penned in; Maggie hadn’t seen the dog either and from the size of the fence that was now going up, she wondered if she ever would? That resolved, she decided on a video first; the toe-nails she’d leave for later and despite it still being fairly early, she treated herself to an illicit bottle of her Gran’s wine to go with it. She drew the curtains, in part to make the TV picture clearer, but more importantly; it muffled the sounds from the fence construction too.
The film proved a big disappointment (boring) and that, in conjunction with a very nice bottle of Rioja and the roaring fire soon left her drowsing on the settee. Some time later, she awoke with a start! What had disturbed her nap? It couldn’t be the fencing gang as all had now gone quiet outside; a glance at the clock -12:45 suggested that they’d probably gone off for lunch? Sitting herself upright on the settee, she now definitely heard a noise outside the window and a moment later, the sound of the back-door opening. Damn! She must not have closed it properly when the coal-man had been, her anger at this realisation, was tinged by a little fear too, as she could now hear movement in the kitchen. Whoever it was, they were up to no-good; as it was clear from the light footsteps, that they were tip-toeing around and trying to keep the noise down; Maggie was just raising the courage to go and investigate or at the very least shout-out in the hope of scaring off whomever was there, when there was a bump right outside the lounge door. She was half-way to her feet when it slowly started to swing open and when with another bump it swung fully open, banging into her Nan’s favourite chair; she fell back onto the sofa with a squeal of fear.
For a few moments nothing else happened; no sound, nobody appeared and Maggie’s youthful imagination ran riot, as her heart rose into her throat she wondered… Could be the coal-man, who’d perhaps come back to ravish her? He’d certainly given her some leering looks earlier, even tried to squeeze-up against her; and after the way she’d sent him packing, he’d perhaps thought “snotty bitch – I’ll see to her”? Another thought sprung to mind; had the Fencing Men seen her through the window and were now sneaking in to gang-rape her? As these and other equally frightening and threatening scenarios raced through her mind, there was another rustle of movement and a quiet cough from just beyond the door, before the sound of more furtive footsteps and the…
Biggest Irish Wolf-hound she’d ever seen peered around the open door at her and gave a friendly woof!
In other circumstances this massive dog would itself have probably terrified her, but given the fears that his stealthy approach had raised within her, Maggie simply burst out laughing from the relief of no longer being faced with a “fate worse than death”.
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She laughed at that thought too, obviously she’d been half asleep and perhaps half pissed too, to have allowed her mind to run riot as it had. The wolf-hound meanwhile, tipped his head to one side and gave her a perplexed look, of the sort which only dogs and small children can seem to achieve. As Maggie began to calm down, she laughingly clapped her hands together and quietly called “hello boy, who’re you?” already presuming it was from next door and had escaped through the half-built fence. The dog, fairly leapt across the small room and as he skittered to a stop right in front of her, Maggie realised that if anything, he was even larger than she’d first thought; sitting there on the couch, they were eye to eye, with his wet, black, nose only six-inches from her own dry, pink one. As his tongue darted out and licked at her cheek, she fell back into the sofa and pushed him away, because though she was still laughing; at the same time, she hated to be licked by dogs, even nice ones like this. She was still smiling as she sat forward again and to avoid further unwanted advances from his lively tongue, she stroked and scratched the top of his head and behind his ears, she also took the opportunity to check out the silver discs rattling at his throat, before laughingly saying “Finn is it, I presume named for that other Irish Giant, Finn McCool? It certainly suits you”
Maggie engaged in playful rough and tumble with Finn for several minutes, scratching, tickling, pulling on his coarse coat and pushing him away whenever his eager tongue got too close for comfort, Finn was clearly enjoying the attention too, giving as good as he got, until Maggie slumped back warmed and flushed by the exertion and still laughing, reached for her wine glass.
Finn lunged forward once again and afraid that he’d spill her wine, Maggie called “No Finn, down” and without hesitation, the big dog dropped to his haunches and sat quietly watching her. She was at first surprised by this perfect obedience, but as she contemplated this and sipped at her wine, she realised that you couldn’t possibly keep a dog of Finns size, if he wasn’t well trained; with this in mind, she sat upright once again and quietly said “Here Finn, Gently” and the big wolfhound, stood once more, stepped forward, rested his chin on her knees and looked up expectantly. Pleased at his obedience, Maggie began scratching at his head and ears once more, whilst enjoying her wine and the friendly warmth of his body pressed against her naked thigh. She was amused too by the realisation that she was still clad only in her pants and bathrobe and even those had got somewhat disarrayed during their scuffles, it was a good job that her unexpected visitor was a canine rather than homo-sapien male!
As Maggie sat there quietly, enjoying the moment, Finns active tongue commenced it’s investigations once again and though she’d pushed him away earlier, it was actually only her face which she hated dogs to lick, these long damp strokes along the tops of her thigh were quite endearing, in fact she mused, relaxing further into her lugubrious and perhaps not a little tipsy state, would even have been quite erotic had it been Rob, rather than Finn brushing against and gently licking her now tingling thighs. This gave rise to another wry smile, as she reminisced about the many times they’d played fantasy games; where whilst making love to her, Rob spun sexy tales about her being fucked by a large dog; things had now come full circle, as here she was, being aroused by a dog, whilst thinking about Rob making love to her. Whilst she’d never seen such acts for real, she knew that her fantasies were possible as they were occasionally enacted in highly illegal videos, though she’d always presumed you’d need to find a very well trained, not to mention well endowed dog, to achieve it… Just like Finn perhaps?
Maggie reclined back into the sofa once more and as her dreams drifted away from Rob and towards the more immediate physical presence of Finn beside her, she smiled to herself, opened her robe and relaxed her thighs; whilst wondering “what might he do if I just lie here quietly?”
Laid still and half-naked in the lounge, her body's senses seemed to be at, perhaps even beyond their peak? Maggie was unusually aware of the small sounds Finn made as he lapped at her thighs and of feeling the brush of his coarse hair against the warm skin of her legs, sweeping back and forth as he pressed forward with each stroke. The feeling of her own breasts gently swaying as she moved slightly in response to each touch, her nipples already erect and inflamed; her pussy lips beginning to moisten, then her eyes popped open at the sudden feel of a paw raking against the side of her leg, claws scratching (but not hurting) and she uttered a little mewling gasp as Finn’s cool damp nose now pressed harder against her thighs. She was unable to speak, mouth dry, and her body feeling very hot, her nipples began to ache and she was even able to smell her own arousal as her pussy moved from damp to wet. She tried to sit upright, but was mesmerized by the sight; through half-closed eyes, of Finn’s head now pressing between her legs, his bright eyes seemingly focused towards her tiny white pants.
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He pushed forward, his nose twitching as he sniffed at the very centre of Maggie’s sexuality, his nose and mouth continued their slow, wet, lapping of her scent; all over her thighs and up to her hips, his head bowed and pushed to force her legs apart at mid-thigh, totally exposing her almost-naked snatch to his eyes and mouth. Her head rolled back as she felt the hot breath from his snout bathing her crotch. He lapped now at the insides of her thighs, up and down until she could feel him pushing deep against her pussy with his tongue, he could now taste what he’d smelled and she knew it. His teeth bared and he gently grabbed at the small triangle of cloth covering her pussy in his teeth; shaking his head back and forth, tearing at the soft cloth. Maggie looked down, her body now gently shaking, watching as Finn tugged at her pants with his teeth; she felt his sharp teeth rake through her pubis and a slight twinge of discomfort when several pubic hairs came away with the fabric, but the passion she felt as he ripped the bikini bottom off was unmistakable; her whole body was now aflame with lust. The fabric tore, she felt it ripping straight down and over her clit, felt the sizzling of the fabric vibrating against her hot snatch as she watched him rip it off. The light cotton panties tore completely in two, as the fabric gave way and fell open to completely expose her hot pussy to him She watched breathlessly; Finn pressed forward once more, his snout hungrily nuzzling at her now nude pussy; teeth gently nipping at her lips, his tongue bathing her hot clit, and his nose pressing deeply into her red pubic hair.
His tongue flattened out over her lips, licking from bottom to top and as he lapped up her juices, each stroke excited her more than the last, until Maggie felt her entire body vibrating and trembling with desire; desperately needing the release of an orgasm. That release soon came; in a huge hot wave of sexual pleasure which seemed to roll out in all directions from her over-stimulated snatch and envelope her whole body. She bucked and rolled, wanting to grab at Finns head and pull his snout even harder against her burning pussy, but she couldn’t move, she could only lie there and watch him continue to eat at her molten slit. Her orgasm was still subsiding and her body still twitching, when she saw him begin to lick his way farther up her body; having released her snatch, Finn started sniffing and lapping his way across her belly and up toward her swollen tits. She became aware of his weight and of the coarse scrape from the pads of his paws as they scrabbled to find purchase on the sweat-slicked skin of her upper thighs and belly whilst his smooth tongue now lapped wetly at her nipples, causing them to stick out even further. She lolled back once more, before suddenly groaning and lunging forward at Finn, unable to submit meekly for another second, but then whimpering as he jumped back with a small yelp and headed for the door, obviously surprised and perhaps frightened by her sudden and to his mind, almost aggressive action. Finn’s swift retreat, coupled with her own momentum, had sent Maggie tumbling from the settee to fall in a crumpled heap on the floor and it was perhaps this return to a more submissive pose which halted Finn’s retreat?
Maggie slowly sat upright on the carpet, her back now resting against the settee and in the same movement; she disentangled herself from and discarded her sweat soaked bathrobe.
As Finn cautiously approached once more, she gently whispered her reassurance “Sorry Finn, come back here boy” and as he slowly walked back toward her, she could see the hard muscles moving sensuously beneath his hairy coat and shelooked hungrily on his lean, canine body…
Maggie scratched at his nose, forehead and ears once more, before sliding her caresses farther, along his neck and shoulders, which trembled under her now more sensual touch.
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They were eye-to-eye once again and Finn (perhaps instinctively?) moved forward to lick at her face once more; rather than push him away, Maggie this time took the opportunity to rake her fingers through the long hair on his flanks, then against the shorter bristles on his chest and belly, finally reaching the hard bump of his en-sheathed cock. Her hand moved on further, to caress the tight, almost hairless sac containing his large balls; it was then that she became aware of Finn’s active tongue having ceased its movement; it was hanging limply whilst he panted heavily and the air was permeated by the strong but delicious scent of his animal musk. As Maggie’s hand retracted back beneath Finn once more, it was to find the tip of his shaft now exposed; though hidden from view beneath his lean belly, making it a tactile rather than visual experience; it was much thicker than she’d expected, burning hot and damp beneath her gently tracing fingertips, a bead of semen, already dripping from the tip. Finn gave a low growl, encouraging her to continue working this magic on his stiff dick and as Maggie slid her fingers lightly across the exposed head, his entire shaft slid forth, to meet them. Maggie dipped her head to ensure that her fingertips didn’t lie and wasn’t disappointed, the head was pointed and a deep red; the shaft, hard, thick and clearly heated with a desire equal to her own; her hand dropped and she gasped her approval.
On being released by Maggie’s enquiring fingers, Finn took a step away from her, before stepping back and buffeting his fore-shoulder against her arm, she looked quizzical and he repeated the bump, this time slightly harder; when he then emitted a low growl and repeated his gentle assault for a third time, she finally translated his canine instruction and rolled submissively to her hands and knees, head bowed to the carpet. Her body was slick with sweat and naked save for the tattered remnants of the knickers, still hanging at her hips; she watched as Finn slowly walked back and forth before her, she looked up into his eyes; he seemed to be inspecting and appreciating her near nude body; then he disappeared from her line of sight. She next felt the heat of his breath on her bare buttocks, as he began licking at her naked flesh once more; from the inside of her knees up to the base of her spine. She slowly allowed her legs to spread on the floor, feeling her cheeks relaxing and allowing him in. He took the last remnants of her panties in his teeth and roughly tore them from her hips, allowing them to fall down onto the back of her calves, freeing her body entirely. His warm tongue continued to lick and explore at her thighs, pussy, and ass from behind. His snout pushed between her cheeks and Maggie could feel his tongue licking all around her hot, tingling bum; exploring and pleasing every pucker in that tight ring of muscle. She shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, as Finn’s tongue gently probed around her hot ass, as she lay there in supplication, her head down on the carpet, submitting to her mate, to do with as he pleased, like a genuine bitch-in-heat. At the same time, she let out a sexy little groan, almost a growl? Trying to communicate her message of, "fuck me!"
Finn heard her growl and together with the scent of her hot snatch, eager to be filled, he understood. His tongue left her bum and stroked up between her cheeks to the base of her spine, exciting a thousand nerves along the way.
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She sensed his body moving up closer behind her; her every nerve ending was now concentrated on the approach of his cock toward her; she felt a waft of disturbed air when he sprang forward, to land heavily on her back, covering her. His coarse feet and hard claws, scraped and scratched at her back and shoulders as he settled in position above her and looking back, between her own legs, Maggie could see the huge, red, rampant cock, swaying between his hind legs, feeling it's way toward her pussy, eager to fuck her hard and deep;Maggie breathed in shallow gasps as she felt Finns coat brush against the cheeks of her bum; her naked pussy was on fire waiting for this hot fucking and she arched her back in anticipation, raising her head from the floor as Finn moved his own head down and sunk his teeth into the nape of her pale neck.
His bite wasn't very hard or even particularly painful and Maggie instinctively knew that it was to keep her in place whilst they fucked; her pussy suddenly became twice as wet in response. Just at the thought of how he was going to hold her still, whilst he took her like a dog! She spread her legs still further apart, fully exposing her hot, open pussy to Finn; then could actually feel the heat rising from his cock as its head gently pressed against her slick opening and began to slide inside.
Maggie’s legs felt weak, they actually trembled and she struggled to stay on her knees, as she felt the thick, hot shaft of Finn’s incredibly aroused cock slowly forcing its way into her body. She could feel the walls of her pussy stretch to take it and began to wonder if Finn had ever been this aroused before. . , ever this hard…, or this hot…, with some other bitch? But then all she could think of was how good his cock felt inside her and she no longer cared. His teeth still held her in place beneath him and Maggie could feel Finns hips grinding back and forth, as he slowly forced his shaft all the way up into her wet snatch. She tried to move, but couldn't; Finn had her totally pinned between his sharp teeth and hot cock, she could only hold still on all fours, as he fucked her like the bitch she’d now become!
Finn’s pace soon began to quicken, his hips pumped back and forth in almost continuous motion; Maggie’s clit rubbed against the shaft of his cock with every stroke, and she could feel his balls press hard against it too, when Finn drove all the way in. Her naked tits swayed back and forth with the motion, and the brush of her nipples against the carpet screamed for attention, but Maggie was only aware of the incredible fucking she was now getting from this wonderful, canine cock; hard and deep, hot and erotic, she could feel every inch of it, filling her like never before and she grabbed against it with her pussy muscles, trying to drive Finn equally crazy.
Maggie could feel and hear Finn’s growling even as he held her tight in his jaws; his claws raked at her back and shoulders, as he began to fuck her ever faster, her whole being was now caught up in the ecstasy of Finn’s cock plunging into her; her clit seemed to be controlling her entire body. In and out, his cock plunged into her from behind, faster and faster, reaching deeper with his every thrust, Finn’s lean belly slapping against her ass as he drove in ever farther. Her body was by now shaking uncontrollably, desperate for the release of an orgasm, yet wondering if she'd ever recover or stop shuddering when she did come? Maggie bore down once more, grabbing Finn’s cock with all her might, forcing him to fuck her even harder; shoving his thick shaft in deeply. Maggie heard Finn’s breath as he released his bite from her shoulder; her entire body was now on fire, as Finn drove all the way into her for one last time, his cock seemed to swell inside her until thought she might split in two and they both came together: Maggie twitching and shaking with hot lust; pushing back against Finn and grinding her snatch against him, whilst he dug hard claws into the flesh of her back, holding her in place as he shot his semen deep inside her tight pussy.
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Spurt after spurt filled Maggie, his cock never seeming to empty as he released all that he’d held in, whilst waves of erotic pleasure crashed over her, taking all control from her and leaving her shaking like a rag doll.
Maggie was dimly aware of a distant call: “Finn, Finn! Where are you? Come here boy!” then she felt his canine cock sliding from her body; a last scratch from his claws along her back, before she collapsed into exhausted slumber. Awaking later, Maggie was delighted that her recollection of what, whilst weird, was without doubt the most erotic dream she’d ever known; the degree of her somnambular arousal being only too obvious from the extent of her juices which had streamed out and now lathered her thighs. Glancing at the clock, she saw that she needed to hurry and get dressed before her Grandmother returned, especially as she now clearly needed to take another shower first,she rushed upstairs and stepped into the bath; making a mental note that the lounge would need tidying too. As the first hot jets from the shower rose struck her shoulders, she squealed with pain and a glance into the mirror revealed why; her back was a mass of angry red welts and there were spots of dried blood around the teeth marks that were clearly visible on her neck and shoulders. From outside the window, she now heard the deep barking of an obviously large dog and a huge, satisfied grin spread across her face, as she pondered how she could possibly explain these injuries to Rob, when they went to bed together that evening?
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