Tina II chapter six- Against all odds- A Gray Muzzle story
Tina II Chapter six- Against all odds- A Gray Muzzle story
How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave?
'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all.
I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why.
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So, take a look at me now
'Cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
But to wait for you
Is all I can do
Then that's what I have to face
Take a good look at me now
'Cause I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
That's the chance I'll have to take
Phil Collins
Against all odds
Stan entered the lobby of the old apartment building, and headed for the stairs. It had been a long day, but there was a spring in his step. Stan was headed to see Flower, his young Saluki girlfriend. She had seduced him at an outdoor concert. She was in heat, and she had mated Stan. When she came to him pregnant, he left Georgette to be with her. He made the stairs in a flash, and headed down the hall, with it's dark wood wainscoting, and octagonal tile floor. When he reached her door, it was already ajar. Stan stuck his head inside. Not seeing Flower immediately, he walked in to look.
Standing in the living room, he lay the flowers he had brought on the low coffee table in the living room. Looking around, he saw steam coming from the bathroom, so he walked over. The door was open, and steam billowed from the shower. It was there he saw Flower, but she was not alone. Stopping forward progress, Stan stood against the wall. He could see Flower. She was in the shower, her back to the wall. But there was someone else, a heavyset Dalmation there, too.
Flower's arms were up, her palms forward. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, yet she made not a sound, at least not that Stan heard. Water from the shower cascaded over her, giving weight to her fur, and making it hang, limp and glistening. Her nipples were pink and erect, and you could see her bony frame, punctuated only by the melon sized pregnancy bulge over her sex. The Dalmation was inside her, his short, chubby sex visibly stretching her vagina. They were face to face, palm to palm, his sex making a slapping sound as they mated under the hot water. Stan was leaning against the bathroom door knob. He felt something there. Her panties. Pink cotton bikini panties. She seldom wore them when socially, Stan found himself thinking; they must have hooked up on the spur of the moment. He looked at them. Plain, pink cotton. He fondled them in his hands. They were wet. He balled them up in his big paws, and raised them to his muzzle, inhaling deeply. It was her scent.
As much as he wanted to leave, Stan was strangely drawn to what he was watching. It had this strange, erotic quality. There was seemingly no conversation, no interaction, just the act of sex bringing them together. The Dalmation grabbed her hips, and pulled her forward, perhaps a bit hard. Flower raised no protest. His fingers dug into her hips, and the two made a slight thumping sound, as her backside hit the shower wall. Between thrusts, Stan saw her sex. It was deep pink. Perhaps they had been doing this a long time, Stan wondered. He thrust that fat Dalmation cock into her again and again, until, after a particularly viscious thrust, he fell onto her shoulder.
Stan began to feel ill. He wanted to run away, but he was unable. Instead, he turned and walked silently out the door, leaving the flowers where they lay. In a short time, he found himself on the street, not knowing how he reached it. He stumbled around a bit before he found his car. He got in and drove. Stan had no idea where he was going. He just drove. It was the early hours of the morning before he reached home. It was early March; it was still brutally cold. Stan parked the car, and he walked over to a chaise by the pool. Even though it had no pillow, Stan sat down. When he did, he slumped forward from all the weight of what was on his mind, and in his heart. His face fell into his hands, and the tears began to fall. When they finally came, they came in huge, crashing waves. Stan sobbed uncontrollably, in a way he never had before.
In the house, Georgette had heard him come in. She was always a light sleeper, and had long gotten accustomed to keeping an ear for Stan's arrival from work. When she didn't see the lights come on in the big house, Georgette got up to check.
Stan felt something lay on his shoulders.
"Here. You'll catch your death of cold. You know better than that."
Georgette has draped a quilt over Stan's shoulders. He struggled to regain his dignity.
"Don't......uh, I don't want you seeing me this way...." He protested between sobs.
"I've seen worse. Here. Something to warm you up" she handed him a low glass, filled with Jack Daniel's. He accepted it gratefully.
"Bad night?" she inquired
Stan didn't answer for a long time, and Georgette did not press. Finally, and with great effort, Stan broke the silence.
"How could I?......I am such an old fool......" he trailed off
Georgette let the words settle, before she spoke.
"No more so than anyone else. You aren't the first person who's had his heart broken. You surely won't be the last."
"Do you ever think of me.....now that I'm gone?"
Georgette smiled. It was a sad, ironic one.
"How do you spend your life with someone and not think of them? We're not machines, that you just reprogram. I never stopped thinking of you. I think of you every day"
Georgette got up to leave, but Stan grabbed her forearm.
"Would you.......could you.........consider......trying again?"
He looked at her with hope in his eyes.
"I might. ....MIGHT......consider it. I said consider."
This time she got up, and Stan did not try to stop her.
"I'm going to bed. Don't stay out too long."
Then she went back to the pool house. Stan sipped his drink, look at the heavens, then went back to the big house.
The next day was busy. The doctor had to be picked up at the airport, and Stan had things to do before he got home. Flower left a message on his phone that afternoon, but Stan did not call her. After moving some brush, sweeping the walks, and painting the front door, Stan got cleaned up, and headed to gas the Escalade, and drive to Newark Airport. He was surprised that Georgette met him at the car.
"Here" she said, handing him a bag
"What's this?" he asked, accepting it from her.
"I thought you might want something to eat. You might be at the airport a while."
Stan smiled
"Yeah, I might. Never know...."
"It's your favorite" Georgette added "Liverwurst with onion."
Stan laughed.
"No one would ever sit near me when I'd take this to work."
"Well, at the airport that might not be so bad."
Stan kissed her on the head.
"Thanks" Stan said, as he turned for the car. Georgette waved at him as he left.
The doctor's flight was delayed, as Georgette feared. Stan sat at the terminal, and ate his sandwich, read the day's New York Post, and watched CNN. The doctor got in a little after nine.
"You're quiet tonight, Stanley. Is something wrong?"
"Not so much, Doc, just got a lot of things on my mind"
"That Saluki girl?"
Stan nodded.
"And Georgette, the children, you know."
The doctor nodded.
"A lot to consider. Stan? Mind a bit of advice from a friend?"
Stan shook his head.
"No. Not at all."
The doctor took out his pipe, filled it carefully, then lit it, puffing thoughtfully.
"Never be too big, too proud, too stubborn to admit you made a mistake."
"So, you think I made a mistake."
Doc looked out the window and puffed.
"Didn't say that. Just pointing that every road no matter how far you've traveled, has a turnaround somewhere. Only an idiot keeps driving when he finds he's going in the wrong direction."
The doctor pointed.
"Sure you want to head to the mid town tunnel?"
"Uh, thanks...."
Stan quickly headed back toward Trenton. They drove quite a ways, with little being said. It was Stan that broke the silence.
"Doc? How would I KNOW if I'm headed the wrong way?"
"When you see fifty pair of headlights coming at you in your lane, you're probably the one going the wrong way."
The doctor smiled, and went back to his pipe. Stan thought about what he said. He thought about it long after he got the car unpacked, and got the doctor settled in his room. He lay in bed and thought about it, until sleep finally overtook him.
The next day, while he was out working in the yard, he saw Georgette working in the flower beds of the pool house
"Did you think about what I asked you the other night?" he asked.
Georgette smiled.
"Uh huh." She replied, still digging. Stan couldn't see it, but she was smiling.
"Can I take you out somewhere?" he asked awkwardly.
"How about I cook for us tonight?" she offered.
Now it was Stan who grinned.
"Thanks...I'd like that...."
He tipped his hat, and got back to work.
Later that day, Stan went back to his room, and got cleaned up. He showered, and shaved his face, so his gray muzzle was a little less obvious. He touched up a little gray here and there, then got dressed in something he hoped Georgette would like. He checked himself over one last time, before he walked past the pool, and went to the pool house. Georgette met him at the door.
"Hi....."she giggled
She wore a sleeveless flowered dress, a little shorter, and a little tighter than he was used to seeing. Her hair and nails were freshly done. She offered him a seat in the living room, then brought him a drink. She even had a cheese and cracker plate on the coffee table. They sat there, uncomfortably for a time.
"I feel like I did as a teenager, on a first date...."
Stan nodded agreement.
"Except you never HAD a first date. I was the first one, remember, and you're parents wouldn't let you even see me...."
Georgette agreed, a little sadness on her face.
"Yes, of course....I guess it's like I THINK I might have felt on a first date...."
"Do you ever miss that?"
She got a far away look.
"I still wonder, you know...what it might have been like....."
"Sometimes, I wonder myself....I was working then, and didn't have time for things like that...."
Georgette seemed to shift gears mentally, as if there was some agenda she had, and that this conversation didn't fit in with it.
"Here, I got you a drink. I'd have one too, except, well, you know....."
Georgette ran her hands over her swollen belly. Georgette was noticeably pregnant. Her belly was quite large, her breasts swollen, her belly button protruding. Still, there was an undeniable sexiness to her. She wore a short, tight, non maternity dress. You could see her erect nipples clearly, as you could see the dark ring around them. The dress rode up to meet her curvaceous ass. Even with the shade of her pregnant belly, Stan could see the Georgette wasn't wearing panties. The lips of her sex were pink, and engorged, and glistened with pearls of her own moisture. She made no effort at modesty; in fact she seemed to revel in flaunting it. While they sat there talking, Stan felt an awakening in his trousers. He wasn't sure how long he's be able to suppress what he was feeling, or whether he even would need to.
"Stan" she asked "Would you mind if we kissed?"
Georgette leaned in, not intending to tempt fate by waiting for an answer. Georgette stuck her tongue directly in Stan's ear. She licked it shamelessly, as if she were making love to it with her tongue. While she did this, One arm was around his neck, the other paw massaged his cock through his pants.
"Yes," she thought "it's working. He's out of his sheath.....but....what's that?"
Feeling something strange, Georgette fumbled with her husband's zipper. She quickly dispatched his belt and his zipper, then went down for a closer look.
"Well, I never......" she gasped
Stan looked a little sheepish.
"I, er, wanted something a little......different."
Georgette checked him out.
"Black.....bikini.....tail thong! You dog! You were expecting to get lucky, weren't you!"
"I got lucky once, why not again?"
Georgette kissed him.
Stanley Russel! You always knew what to say..."
Georgette kissed him again and again. She kissed him like that, until her attentions caused them to slip off the sofa, and onto the floor. With Stan on the floor beneath her, she hoisted her dress, and squatted over Stan's engorged organ. She used her fingers to spread her opening, then lowered herself upon it. With a smile on her face, it was as if the queen had retaken her throne. She began to hump, but as she rode his throbbing cock, she spoke:
"There....that's it. You like that? That's what you wanted.....come home to mama's pussy. You know you own my heart....AND my cunt! Don't make me beg.....fuck me like I'm a Poodle bitch in your harem......"
Georgette was in a sexual frenzy. She rode poor Stan like a bar room bull. Not that Stan complained. He lay there, smiling, holding his wife as they screwed. He felt her copious moisture leaking from her eager sex, running down the shaft of his penis, wetting his fur, tickling his balls. She was covered in sweat. They both were. She struggled to remove the confining dress. It didn't want to come off, but Georgette refused to stop humping long enough to attend to it. Finally freed, she flung the sticky garment across the room, not knowing or caring where it landed. Now liberated, her focus was all on her pleasure. She moved faster and faster, allowing Stan deeper and deeper, closer to her pregnant womb. Under other circumstances, such vigorous sex might have been uncomfortable or worse, this late in pregnancy. But this was Georgette, reclaiming what was rightfully hers. Seeing Stan's face redden, his eyes close, she took him as deeply inside her as she could stand. Hard against him, she wiggled her pelvis, until she felt his warm cum splash the closed neck of her womb. She fell on his chest, burying her head there.
As they lay stuck together in post coital bliss, there was a buzzing from the kitchen.
"The roast!" Georgette exclaimed.
"Let me help" Stan offered, starting to get up.
"No..." she said, pushing him back down "I have an idea....."
Moments later, Georgette was standing over Stan. Her fur glistened, her sex leaked Stan's cum. She sat down next to the coffee table, where she had placed the roast, mashed potatos, and asparagus.
"I'll get silverware" Stan offered
Georgette shook her head. Again, she gently pushed Stan back down. Taking the knife in the pan, she carved a tiny slice of roast beef, offering it to her husband. Stan ate it from her fingers. He then cut one for her, which she took from his hand. Georgette took a fingerful of mashed potato, and Stan dutifully ate it out of her hand, sucking her fingers clean. She then sat astride his legs, and dangled a stalk of asparagus over Stan's waiting mouth.......
Stan lay in their bed, propped up on pillows, against the headboard. The covers were all torn from the bed, and lay in big piled on the bedroom floor. Georgette lay against his chest, totally naked. Her attentions alternated between Stan's nipples, and trying to stroke him to yet another erection. Occasionally, she's paw at her own sex mindlessly.
"Babe, I missed you so; it was like a part of me was missing. I was wrong...forgive me?"
She looked into his eyes.
"I'm part of this, too. I knew you hurt when I had sex with Jason. ......"
"And those cats, Paul, the cocktail waitress....."
She feigned anger.
"You are AWFUL! Truth now, did it turn you on?" she asked with an evil smile
"Honestly, it was a mixture of feelings. I was sad, jealous....and turned on."
"I felt so .....dirty....doing those things. But, I was SO turned on.....it was like I'd lost control of my own body. The more sex I had, the more I wanted! I mean, to have sex like that, where anyone could watch was a massive turn on. Whenever I think of it, I wet my pants. Really."
She continued....
"You know what ELSE I think about? You and that Saluki girl. Don't get mad! I mean, in that same kind of crazy, mixed up way. I'd be laying in bed, alone, late at night, can't sleep, and I'd be thinking of you, off in the woods, my big black stud getting another member of his harem pregnant, with his hot seed.....
Stan became very uncomfortable.
"I'm really.....It's not something .......
Georgette interrupted...
"Please! I want to hear! I'm so turned on right now....."
Georgette was almost panting. She took his paw, and stuck it between her legs. Cum, and her own juices ran from her sex like a river, pooling in his palm. He understood there was only one way out....
"You first."
"Me? You want to hear about ME?"
Stan nodded.
"Well, I'd never done it with girls. I mean, not really. You know, we girls 'help' each other when we're in heat..."
"WHO helps you?" he asked. For he had no idea.
"Well, you know, whoever. Like whoever's there."
"Who'd help you?"
"Well, when I was a girl, my Mom. Later, girlfriends, Tina...."
"Tina? You made love with our DAUGHTER?"
She scowled
"It's not like that! You have no idea how bad it is.....ask your own family! We ALL do it. Now, where was I? Oh, the cats. Those were some NAUGHTY girls! Not like what we girls do for each other. They did sexy stuff....."
"Like what?" he asked, interest renewed
She blushed, visibly.
"She sucked on my ....thing. She had toys, this penis like thing, shaped like a bear on a tree. She put the 'tree' in me, and the bear's tongue......and, uh, she played with my tail hole."
"Did you like it?"
"I felt SO dirty......but I was never so aroused! It was like the heat times ten! After that, I HAD to do something. If she didn't, I would have done myself. I didn't even care if people watched. "
She paused
"OK, now it's YOUR turn!"
"But you didn't finish...."
"Oh, I'll finish. But first, I want to hear about you."
Stan hesitated, then began. Sort of.
"Not much to say. She offered herself to me, and we did it."
"What was she wearing?"
"Uh, a bodysuit, a leotard, you know, one of those things....."
"Was it tight?"
"No, not really. It kind of hung off her. She was really thin."
"What else?"
"This big elastic waist skirt."
"What else?" she pressed
"Nothing"
"No shoes"
"No. Barefoot"
"Underwear"
He shook his head
"What happened?"
"She just took my hand, and took me for a swim"
"So, it was in the water?"
Again, he shook his head
"No. We left the water. She'd taken her skirt off before we went swimming. I was in my underwear. She was standing there, and her one piece thing just sort of hung off her, dripping. She said we should dry off, so she slipped out of it. She hung it on a tree. Then she held out her hand for my shorts. I gave them to her."
"And?"
"She was naked then. She lay down in the grass. She just said "Make love to me" I asked her if she was in heat. She giggled and nodded her head"
"Was....she a vrgin?"
Stan nodded. Georgette was astride him. He could see the liquid pouring from her sex.
"Show me......"
Downstairs, the telephone in Stan's pocket buzzed furiously. Voice mail. Texts....
Across town, Flower typed furiously on her phone:
'Stan? It's Flower. Call me PLEASSSSSSSSE!'