Tina II Chapter Four- as the story turns
Tina II Chapter Four- As the story turns
It was ten a.m., and Stan was still in bed. Usually up at dawn, to go to the main house, and assist Doctor Goldstein, this morning he got to sleep in. Ray's brother had invited him to stay with his family for a few days. Stan was reading the morning paper, and watching 'Jerry Springer' when his wife walked in.
Now, ordinarily, Georgette's arrival would be no major occasion. However, a few years ago, Georgette had rediscovered sex. Since then, she had been an insatiable fuck whore. Their initial sex after the long drought had found Georgette pregnant. No sooner had she delivered, when he impregnated her again, and she bore two more children. Now, with those children in school, she was stalking him again. A few weeks ago, she had seduced him. She was sure she was pregnant, but turned out to be a false alarm. Stan figured he had dodged a bullet.
"Stanley....." Georgette cooed
Georgette was naked, save a tiny pair of pink cotton panties. They contrasted nicely with her pure white fur. Always concerned with her appearance, she was carefully done in the big hair, show Poodle look favored by Poodle hybrids of her generation, particularly in the South and Midwest. Her tail had a lovely pom, and her 'poofs' were teased within an inch of their lives. She walked to Stan's side of the bed.
"Are you going to stay there all day?" she asked suggestively. Stan did his best to ignore her, grunting a reply. She took his hand.
"Stanley.........." She repeated. This time it was more like a whine. She was running his paw over her sex. Over and over she ran it over, on, and around her sex.
"She's still in heat" he thought.
Georgette continued rubbing herself with her husband's paw.
"Now, Georgette! You know where this always leads....." he admonished.
Now, she rubbed harder, more deliberately. Her panties, fresh a few moments ago were soaked with her honey. Stan's hand was wet with her copious secretions.
"Stanley...I have NEEDS....' She whispered, almost breathless "Deep DEEP needs...."
She had pushed her panties aside, running Stan's paw directly over her sex. She was so wet, he could feel her juices running between her fingers.
"Georgette, this is dangerous" he pleaded.
"I don't care...." She declared "I just want it.....NEED it....I want to be impregnated by you. I want to feel young, fertile, I want you to be my stud! Fuck me, stud.......
Before he could utter a word, Georgette had pulled the covers down, and had brushed her panties aside. She was rubbing her sex against his cock, which tented his shorts noticeably.
"Make me pregnant, Stan! Fill me with your seed.....There's nothing I love like feeling myself being fucked by you, knowing I'm in heat, knowing that you'll make me pregnant. I LOVE being pregnant by you....being your love slave, bearing your pups....barefoot and pregnant by my big, black stud....."
By now, Stan was very nearly as aroused as his bride. His sex struggled to free itself from the confines of his boxers, as Georgette relentlessly teased, rubbing it with her sex over and over..... Still, Stanley tried to mount a defense
"But Georgette! I'll be sixty soon.....we already have three young pups.....it's not right! We can't...."
When Georgette peeled his shorts back, he realized that his resistance was futile. She was totally focused on his sex, totally ignoring anything he said. His sex was now out of his sheath, bright pink and rock hard. Georgette was squatted over him, running his cock between her paws, smiling.
"When.....if......you're.....WE'RE pregnant, you're getting fixed. No arguments!" he groused.
Georgette smiled, for she had won.
"Put it in, Stanley. I'm your bitch. Claim me! Make me your own....fill me with your cum. Make me have your puppies.....treat me like the fuck whore that I am...."
It was now Stan's turn to smile. For all of his concerns about another pregnancy, he could get pretty excited when Georgette was like this. When in heat, she was completely out of control. All the years of her 'problems', Stan dreamed of a wife like this. He had fantasies of this as he would masturbate in the shower. Now, it was reality. Georgette wanted to fuck constantly.
And she was insatiable. When she got this way, Georgette would just go for HOURS. They would start in bed, go to the kitchen, then maybe end in the yard, or the shower. She could start at dawn, and do it till well after dark.
"Fuck me NOW!" Georgette demanded, snapping Stanley from his revery.
Kneeling over him, he could see her sex. It was bright red against her pure white fur. Drops of honey dripped from her small, neat lips. He could see right inside her. Her love canal was as open as he had ever seen it. She lowered herself onto his pulsing organ.
"Damn, that's HOT!" he thought, recoiling slightly at the touch of her burning sex. But, before he could, Georgette began the humping motion. Eyes closed, mouth open, she rode his pole....
"UGH! UGH! UGH!" she grunted, as she pounded him with brutal intensity
His sex touched her cervix. Not that it was unpleasant, but he felt it. When she was like this, in her heat crazies, she always did this. She wanted his cum deep inside her, as far inside as possible. She got sexual pleasure from the act, the thought of being fertilized, of becoming pregnant once again. He looked up, and her eyes were open.
"Move over" she ordered.
Georgette hopped off, and pushed Stan aside. She lay face down on the bed, and raised her rump, offering herself for mating. She raised her tail, then looked back to Stan for his cooperation. He offered it gratefully. He put his paws around her, and mounted in one motion. Inside her, he got to work. When Georgette was like this, she didn't want hearts and flowers. She wanted quick, dirty, nasty sex. And he knew how. Burying everything he had, he humped his bride within an inch of her life. Each stroke had him banging her cervix. This was not comfortable for her, but she found it so completely arousing, she hardly noticed the discomfort. She began to 'talk him home'.....
"Now, Stanley, do it NOW! I can't wait.....Fill me with your hot Poodle love. Let your cum fill my uterus....impregnate me, make me have your babies....Fuck......"
Georgette trailed off. With a paw on her clitoris, she had reached orgasm. When she did, her vagina tightened, and pulsed, giving his cock a delightful message. It was enough to push him over....
"DAMN! I'm going to cum! Crap, I'm going to make you pregnant...I can't stop....gonna cum in you..."
"Yes, Stan!" she encouraged "Good! Cum in me! Make me your bitch....."
Then she felt him orgasm, too. Spurt after spurt of hot semen flooded her burning womb. He unloaded into her again and again, until cum started leaking past the lips of her pussy.
The two fell over, knotted, and totally spent. Stanley loved this part. Georgette was all cuddly and quiet, and he enjoyed the closeness that he felt. They lay that way for some time. After a time, she needed to pee, so she got up. Stan followed her with his eyes. He loved her ass, so round and shapely. He loved the way she shaved it, too, As she walked toward the bathroom, he could see how pink he had left her, and watched his cum run down her leg. Reaching her destination, she flopped onto the toilet. Leaning back, she lay both paws on her belly. She smiled, feeling the warmth in her. She knew the feeling. Each time she was pregnant, she felt it. A happy warmth, beginning in her womb, that spread through her whole body. Georgette leaned back, enjoying the coolness of the porcelin against her back. Her nipples stood up. They were incredibly sensitive. As the flow of urine stopped, she could feel Stan's cum leaking out of her. She reached behind, an inserted a tampon to stop it.
She returned to Stan, both paws resting on her belly.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Stan asked
Georgette smiled and nodded.
"Can we....deal with things later?" she asked, in her best little girl voice "I just want to enjoy this moment- between us...."
Stanley took her in an embrace. He held her close, her head on his shoulder. They kissed and cuddled until almost noon, before the need for coffee overtook them. The two went to the kitchen. As he poured, Georgette had a request.....
"Can we....go for a walk....just like we are?"
But, we're naked...." He replied.
"Uh huh." Georgette giggled
"People can SEE us....." he stammered
Georgette grinned.
"We're alone. No one will see." She reminded "Besides, it's nice. Dogs NEED to e naked...."
This was one of those new things with Georgette. With her newfound interest in sex, she connected more to her doggie side.
"Awww. Come on...." She urged.
So, they walked the grounds. Completely as nature intended. No one was home, and no one seemed to care. Stan even kind of enjoyed it. It was cool, and sunny, and it felt good to feel the breeze on his bare skin. And his bride looked lovely in the sunshine. She seemed to glow in the bright sunlight, looking brighter, whiter than he had ever seen her. They walked, paw in paw, with Georgette always resting one paw on her belly. As they walked back, she got a mischievous grin.
"Go in the pool?" she winked
He shook his head.
"You're nuts! We'll freeze!" he countered.
"We're Poodles. It's what we do. Now, come on...."
And she lead him into the water. As soon as she entered, she rethought it. She began shivering so that her teeth chattered. Stan took her in his arms. She felt so warm, so safe in his embrace. They cuddled tightly. Georgette felt his warm breath. So sensual....he brushed her erect nipples, already sensitive. She felt Stan's sex, out of it's sheath. She reached down, pulled out the tampon, and kissed her husband deeply.
Lydia and Colleen were at home today. Colleen read, while Lydia played on the floor with the babies, when a knock came at the door.
"Can you get that?" Colleen called, clearly not feeling like getting up.
Lydia walked to the door. When she opened it, a thin, angular man stood in the doorway. He wore a black suit, and wore a black bowler hat. He had a briefcase and an umbrella.
"Colleen and Lydia McCaffrey?" he inquired
"Sorry, not interested" Lydia replied, going to close the door on yet another salwesperson
He stuck the umbrella in the door.
"I'm not a salesperson." He stated, matter of factly "And I think you may want to hear me out. May I come in?"
Lydia and Colleen exchanged glances. Colleen nodded to let him in. Walking to the center of the room, he introduced himself.
"Nigel Wentworth, solicitor" he offered his hand
"You said you weren't a salesman" Lydia growled
"Shhh. That's a British lawyer." Colleen reprimanded "What is your business here, Mr Wentworth?"
"Did you know a Sean O'Reilly?" he asked.
"We did. How does that concern you?" It was now Coleen who groweled "We haven't seen him in ages, don't know where he is, and can't help you..."
"Sean O'Reilly is dead. When he passed, he apparently thought more of you, than you did of him. He remembered you and your children in his will."
"His WILL?" Lydia asked "What did he leave us?"
"Quite a tidy sum, really. "
"Such as?" Colleen pressed
"Well, we're not really sure..." he replied "But somewhere in the area of fifty million dollars, U.S.