Beastiality

The big German shepherd panted as if grinning up at the tall,
curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in
excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled,
revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him,
then directed her attention to the attractive brunette standing in the
apartment doorway.

“Has he been a good dog today, Peggy?” Carol Dorsett questioned the
older girt with the dark brown eyes who wore her hair in a brief and
flattering bouffant, giving her a kind of mysterious thirtyish look.

“Sultan’s always a good dog, aren’t you, baby,” the shapely wife of the
building manager complimented, adding her own caressing hand to the
powerful animal’s muscular flanks. “How did it go today, Carol? Any
luck?”

“Nothing,” the young green-eyed divorcee sighed. “I must’ve filled out
a dozen applications, and just about walked my legs off. God, I never
realized it was going to be so difficult finding a job or I wouldn’t
have left San Francisco. At least, I know my way around there … but
this Hollywood … brother!”

“Mustn’t get discouraged, honey. Something will turn up,” Peggy White
assured her.

“I hope it’s soon,” Carol said, trying not to show her acute dejection.
“Six straight days of listening to “sorry’s” doesn’t do much for a
girl’s morale. Anyway, thanks again for looking after Sultan for me,
Peg. D-Do you suppose that Monday …?”

“Of course, hon. Just drop him off with me when you leave,” the other
replied through her attractive smile.

The ash-blonde beauty nodded her appreciation, wondering in what little
way she could manage to repay the super’s wife. Money was so tight for
her … “Well, come on, darling,” she addressed Sultan. “Carol’s got to
bathe some of the ache out of her tired bones. Thanks again, Peg.”

“Anytime, honey,” Peggy White replied, slowly closing her door as Carol
and her grinning, tail-wagging dog moved along to the next one where
the weary divorcee paused to fumble in her purse for the key.

Inside, Carol immediately kicked off her low-heeled shoes. Leaning back
against the wall, she took turns massaging the toes and instep of first
one aching foot, and then the other, while Sultan watched with
interest. “Oh, baby, you don’t know how heavenly that feels,” she
breathed down at her loving and constant companion. “If only you could,
I know you’d do it for me, wouldn’t you, darling?”

The big, sleek-coated animal whined his answer up to her, his rounded
brown eyes glowing with affection. The pleasing sound of her voice
relayed her feelings to him. She was his whole world and he could not
understand why she left him with the other female person. She was nice
enough to him, but never could she take the place of his warm-eyed
mistress.

The shapely divorcee smiled fondly down at her faithful companion,
suddenly realizing, as she had a million times over the past lonely
year, how empty her life would be without him. Even living with her
parents from the moment Jonny had left her, up until their divorce
became final some ten days before, she had spent more time with Sultan
then she had with her own mother and father. But her folks had seemed
to understand, or at least thought they did, tying her emotions toward
the animal to her lost singer-husband and the heartbreak of her broken
marriage. They had been wrong, but Carol had seen no reason to
enlighten them. Her feeling for her ex-husband had been long dead, ever
since the second year of their marriage when she had found out he was
running around while she slaved in a department store and he chased
career dreams. By the end of the third year, what little feeling
remained inside her for him was breathing its last. She had refused to
be the sole support between them and had quit her job. A week later,
Jonny Gains landed his first worthwhile contract in a cheap Las Vegas
nightclub and began paying the bills … plus flaunting in her face his
open escapades with other women. Now that she could objectively think
back on it, Carol felt certain that he’d brought home the little German
shepherd puppy “to keep her company” as more of an insult than
anything. Hadn’t his favorite term for her been “bitch?”

Well, it was all over and done with now, and the likes of Jonny Gains,
up and coming performer, could never know the joy, love, and
companionship that little puppy had grown up to bring her. Of the few
possessions they had jointly owned when after four years she had
decided to bury the corpse of their marriage, Carol had asked for only
one, Sultan, and had gotten him … plus a meager alimony which was
always late, when it came at all. If only she were skilled at something
to get a good job, but she wasn’t, not even simple office work … and
that she could thank Jonny for, too. Against her parents’ wishes, after
high school she had foregone college to run off with her bright lights-
dazzled lover to the gambling city where they’d nearly starved before
she had found waitress work in a casino, then lost the job because she
was underage.

Eighteen years old she’d been, and living like a wife in a grubby
trailer for six months before she’d landed the clerking position in the
department store! God, what had she ever been thinking of? Three years
of that before she had finally shanghaied him into one of the local
wedding chapels, childishly believing that a piece of legal paper was
going to change everything for them. She hadn’t even had a decent ring.
Seven years of her life wasted … twenty-five and divorced … thank
God there’d been no babies …!

Sultan’s whimpers brought Carol back to the present. He’d gotten his
nearly chewed-up rubber ball and brought it for her to play with him.
Smiling warmly, she took it and tossed it into the air for him to catch
and fetch.

“Oh you doll … one more time and that’s all for now,” Carol said,
repeating the act, then walking to flick on the noisy and inadequate
air conditioner. Like everything else in the borderline-shabby, one-
bedroom apartment … in fact, the whole building, yes, the
neighborhood, too … it had pretty near outlived its usefulness. It
rattled and groaned back at her, as if promising nothing but an
exhausted attempt. Carol sighed and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Survival in the close, Southern California summer heat meant wearing
next to nothing whenever possible, she had learned in one short week of
local residence.

Of course, she hadn’t been forced to leave her parents’ humble home in
San Francisco. They had begged her to stay, find work there and make a
new life among the old friends and schoolmates she’d grown up with. The
darlings, bless them … what they hadn’t realized was that there were
no old friends nor schoolmates whom she wanted any part of, and vice
versa, she’d quickly came to know. Carol Dorsett was the famous Jonny
Gains’s ex-wife, the piece he had shed once success struck, the wild
girl who had run away with him without benefit of marriage and
everything she deserved. No, there was no life for her there in her old
neighborhood … but she was twenty-five and there had to be one
someplace for her!

She might have gone a thousand miles or two even, had she had the
money. Los Angeles seemed as likely as any city under the limited
circumstances, and she wasn’t yet sorry that she’d chosen it, though
her job-hunting discouragement and the immediate stifling surroundings
of her seedy three rooms and bath weren’t helping to reinforce her
decision …

The sound of the apartment buzzer startled Carol. Sultan’s ears stood
erect, a little growl sounding in his throat as his mistress quickly
rebuttoned her blouse and approached the door. Peggy White’s husband
Ed, the apartment manager stood filling the doorway with his big,
broad-shouldered frame when she opened the door inward.

“Hi” he grunted, his puffy red face caught in an alcohol smile.
“Wondered how your air conditioner was working. It gave me some trouble
for awhile before you moved in.”

Carol felt the tightness catching at her throat at just the sight of
him. There was something about the almost leering expression in his
lead-gray eyes, and the twisted smiles he had shown her the short time
she’d lived in the building that gave her a clammy feeling. From the
beginning, she had tried to avoid contact with him, wondering in the
back of her mind how such a sweet person as Peggy could stand him. He
had to be twenty years older than she … his hair was snow-white!

Sultan growled at him.

“Whatsa matter, mutt? Don’t you know me?”

“Back, Sultan!” Carol commanded, catching hold of the animal’s collar.
“I-It’s fine … working fine, Mr. White. Thanks, though …”

“Just wondered,” he repeated, and Carol saw his liquor-glazed eyes drop
almost lecherously to the deep cleft between her full breasts which her
still partially open blouse revealed. Reflexively, she drew the silky
white material together, an inner feeling of thankfulness for Sultan’s
massive protection steadying her.

“Y-Yes, it’s fine, thank you,” she said, half-closing the door.

He stepped back then and nodded, but the lurid smile she thought she
read was still there. “Just let me know if you need me … or anything
… I’m right next door, you know,” he said, then licked at his lips.
“Anything … anytime …”

Carol closed the door and shot the bolt to lock it, a cold chill
shuddering upward along her spine. God, he’d been drunk, too! But …
but, she hadn’t really seen him any other way since she’d been there
… those lewd, raking eyes … and that goatish grin …! How could
Peggy stand him? Didn’t she know …?

Sultan whimpered, looking up at her and she let go of his collar.
“Thank goodness for you, darling!” the curvaceous blonde girl
whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches to take his big
head between her slender white hands. “You wouldn’t let anyone hurt
your Carol, would you, baby? My sweet, sweet angel!” She kissed him on
his wet nose as he instantly licked out his long pink tongue to lave
warmly over her lips in retaliation. “You handsome fellow! What girl
could ask for more … that’s what I want to know?”

The powerful animal whined as he tried to nuzzle closer to her and she
hugged him tightly. “Ooooohhhhhhh … my baby … baby sweet! I love
you!” she whispered, kissing him between the eyes before straightening
up. “Now … now that whatever Mr. White’s frightening visit meant has
passed, I’m going to take that bath, Sultan baby! But before I do, I’m
going to mix myself a little gin and tonic. If a girl ever needed a
bracer, I think yours truly does. Come on. You can have some Coke and
we’ll take them into the bathroom.”

Sultan trotted along beside her, brushing against her warm thigh
whenever he could, letting her know his excitement with little whimpers
when she poured the nose-tickling dark liquid into his bowl.

“I never saw a dog who drinks Coke like you do, baby. No, not here …
in the bathroom. Come on,” Carol said, leading the way and sipping at
her gin and tonic, her mind still a long way from being empty of Ed
White. Yes, as soon as she possibly could, she’d find another place,
and hopefully one in a more desirable area. Maybe the struggling movie
stars of the thirties and forties thought Westland was the “in” section
of Hollywood, but she’d bet her life they wouldn’t believe it if they
saw it today. The paint-peeled stucco buildings and boarded up store-
fronts, to say nothing of the shady-fenced characters, the hippies and
obvious prostitutes of all ages moving along its streets would
painfully expose to them its degeneration. And it was sad … but God
knew, there was no room for any more sadness inside her. It was time
for something uplifting …!

Sultan watched her suddenly laughing down at him. He raised his head
from the bowl of dark liquid that he liked so much and sneezed. He
watched her smooth, soft curves ripple and sway as she undressed for
her bath and laughed warmly at him, the long hair of her head a little
lighter than that between her pretty legs. He danced around her, and
longed to do something that would make her know how much he loved her.

Carol watched her darling all the time she drew water to fill the tub.
Was there ever an animal, or a human, more lovingly devoted than Sultan
was? God, what would she do without him? Coming home today, she’d felt
miserable. Only the thought of her handsome Sultan had lifted her
spirits. Then, seeing him excitedly waiting for her beside Peg! And the
way he had instinctively caused Ed White to back off! He’d been
protecting her … of course, he had! The beautiful cavalier! She loved
him so much! He was really her whole life …

The soothing lukewarm water, frothy with bubble bath, slowly drained
the miseries, both physical and mental, from Carol’s nakedly submerged
young body. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, rounded
breasts, sensing her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the water as
if aggressively provoked, such moments of arousal seldom known to her
since the remote days of Jonny. Remote but not forgotten, she thought,
stopping the self-sensuous act, but not before a series of rippling
delights stabbed through her sensitive loins and rapidly incited belly.

It was ridiculous … absolutely ridiculous that she should feel this
way! She’d been able to control her sense of physical need for a year,
and she could continue … couldn’t she? Of course, she could, Carol
told herself, climbing out of the tub! When the time came, if it ever
did again, then she would give herself without shame to the man she
loved. She had loved Jonny for so long … loved his body … the way
he had made love to her, and she to him … his long thick blood-
hardened penis rushing wildly up into her welcoming vagina … but
always selfishly … thrust into her mouth with whimpering pleads …
his boyish tongue licking feverishly up between her legs … the moment
when he finally exploded his white-hot cum inside her …

God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!

Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as
she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of
smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small
room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her,
its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated
him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins
as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long
mirror on the door.

For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the
harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism
fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and
had always been excited by it … her full, pink-nippled breasts and
slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded
thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of
her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his
passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left
across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping
the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped
her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the
soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse
blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and
fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over
her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She
couldn’t even remember … but evidently, too long ago, the way she was
suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but
…!

Carol dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed, letting her own
trembling hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in
the mirror. Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers
inward toward the base of her incited belly to the sensitive mound of
hair-sprinkled flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender
fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit’s
momentary exposure captivating her. 00ohhhh … she had to, was all …
simply had to, she was that fired-up!

Sultan whimpered, demanding the long-haired girl’s attention, and
almost shamefully she stopped her lewd caresses.

“Oh darling, you’ll have to forgive your Carol, but … but there are
things even she can’t do without forever!”

The big dog wagged his tail and animalishly licked at his jaws, then at
her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his
head. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking as his big
brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her body, almost lustfully ogling
her soft white nakedness. An impulse of exhibitionism added to her
stimulation as she stood there for a long moment posing tauntingly
before his gleaming animal eyes. “You … you can even watch me do it
if you want to, darling!” she hotly whispered, that lurid thought
feeding more fuel to the wave of self-infused passion washing through
her. “Come on!” she hissed, quickly leading the way toward the bedroom.
“You can sit right by the bed and watch Carol, darling!”

Sultan followed close beside her, brushing against the warm smoothness
of her thigh as she walked, the exciting scent of her effluent body-
heat filling his nostrils. He paused as she climbed onto the bed, the
soft curves quivering with every movement, and then she was lying on
her back and breathing heavily, hardly looking in his direction now.
The powerful animal watched her long legs spread slowly open on the
bed, her small hand moving down between them to the blonde-fringed
opening to her pussy. He watched her fingers begin to work in a teasing
circular motion, little sighs of pleasure tumbling from her parted
lips, her smooth white buttocks starting to rise from the bed to meet
her rhythmically moving hand …

And that was when he leaped up to join her!

The German shepherd’s unexpected approach took Carol completely by
surprise. Since he was a small pup, she had never allowed him on the
bed, and now as she stared down between her lewdly spread legs and
watched him move forward between them, she could only gape in startled
wonderment! She withdrew her hand from its lascivious self-indulgent
task and raised herself onto her forearms, hardly frightened, but
simply awed by his abrupt act and his rather obscene position between
her yawning thighs.

Something held the sensuously stirred blonde from speaking as she
stared at him, her widened green eyes reflecting her bewilderment,
watching fascinated as his loving brown ones swept over her naked
curves almost as if he had illicit thoughts in mind! And then, he was
moving in even closer up over her, dropping his big head to lick out
with a hot fluid tongue against the smooth flesh of her responsively
twitching belly!

Carol irresistibly gasped at the astonishing contact, swallowing at the
sudden dryness in her throat as his long pink tongue began to lick
moistly over her muscle-tensed belly! He had never done, or even
attempted anything like this before! She was speechless now as again
and again he did it, while she continued to lie there beneath the
desire-inciting length of his wetly heated caresses, his fervent
tonguing making incredible sensations spiral through her torso, only
adding to her lustful exhilaration.

00ooohhh … this was unbelievable! What was possessing him? But she
wasn’t going to stop him! Just how far would he go if she let him …?
Then, his long, damp tongue licked heatedly upward over the quivering
flesh of her waist, working higher and higher until he was actually
lapping the rounded undersides of her sensitive breasts! Tenderly, he
washed up over them toward the tiny straining buds of her nipples!
Carol couldn’t hold back the moan escaping her when his searing, moist
flesh grazed wetly over the erogenous, pebble-like buds, first one and
then the other, sending feverish thrills of lewd enticement whipping
through her tremulous flesh!

She knew she should stop him before it went any further! It was
becoming absolutely obscene! And then a sense of disappointment
followed as, abruptly, Sultan stopped of his own accord and began to
back down between her still widespread legs. The temptation to call him
back was short-lived and unnecessary as, suddenly mesmerized, she
watched him poise his massive head between her lewdly opened thighs,
then slowly lower it, his heated animal breath taunting the fringe of
soft blonde curls there!

Carol couldn’t believe it when her dog’s cool wet nose brushed the
warm, sensorial flesh of her inner thigh … and finally, the pinkly
pouting lips of her excited pussy! She heard his little whimper as he
sniffed at her heatedly roused loins, his long nose probing at her
susceptible flesh as though he were actually trying to seduce her! She
felt the coolness of it suddenly exploring the smooth crevice between
her milk-white buttocks, then wetly laving the exposed little rosebud
of her tiny puckered anus!

“Oooooh … Sultan … you naughty darling!” Carol gasped,
uncontrollably lurching beneath the wicked contact. “Wh-What’s come
over you all of a sudden … ooooohhhhhh!”

His hot tongue suddenly shot out to lick feverishly up and down the
smooth vale surrounding her tight little anal entrance, the tip worming
teasingly up into her clasping nether passage! At that shocking point,
Carol wasn’t certain what to do next, whether to order him to stop, or
lustfully goad him on, but that too was a decision she never had to
make! Suddenly, his seething wet tongue began to lick at the narrow
pink slit between her luridly spread thighs! Moans bubbled up in her
throat, little tremors of unbearable desire rippling over her naked
flesh as he lapped fluidly upward through the entire pink-flushed
length of her vulnerable cunt! Ooohhhh, the wild sensations … and
they were needling inward to stab deep at the nerve centers of her now
intensely fluttering belly!

He didn’t stop! His fiery animal-tongue was spreading through the
yielding, swollen lips of her hair-framed pussy with long relentless
sweeps, erotically splaying the tender flesh wide, pausing at last to
lunge in an invading curl far up into the liquid heat of her excitedly
throbbing vagina! She gasped and jerked convulsively, dropping flat
onto her back to writhe in uncontrollable delight under the big dog’s
shocking oral lovemaking, mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the
beautiful darling greater access!

Even had she wanted to, the obscenely positioned young blonde knew that
she could never order Sultan to stop, now that the intense thrills of
his long wet pleasure-bringing tongue were penetrating right through
her voluptuously hungering body. She heard her own desperate moans
increase, while her desire-glazed mind began to slip into a delicious
oblivion of velvet sensuality. Unceasingly, the loving animal-tongue
bathed her offered loins, from the snug little opening of her lewdly
working anus, upward through the hot wet crevice of her cunt. At the
peak, he hesitated maddeningly, his knowledge baffling her when
suddenly he penetrated to flick wetly at the quivering bud of her
rigidly erect clitoris, fanning her ever mounting desire as she
whimpered in carnal delight!

On and on it went, time seeming to lose its meaning for Carol, nothing
mattering but the heavenly searing tongue licking relentlessly through
and over her passion-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and
writhing her entire naked body in frantic pleading beneath it!

“Aaaaaauuuhhhhhhhhh …!” she choked as he flicked-his tormenting
tongue in a feverish, spearing curl far up beyond the clutching, long-
unused mouth of her burning vagina! “Ooohhh … yes … my lover! Do it
for me! Make Carol cum, Sultan darling! She needs to so badly! Lick it,
darling! Lick Carol’s hot little pussy …!”

With an animalistic groan of her own, Carol drew her knees back flat to
her palpitating breasts, and reaching down between them to grasp his
head she pulled his long nose in tight against her wetly yearning
vagina! His loving tongue flicked far up the fire-filled channel like a
burrowing mole, his own whimpers blending with hers as he fiercely
lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her widespread
thighs and buttocks.

“Oh God … yes, baby … lick it! Lick your Carol’s needing cunt!” she
hissed out again, raising her blonde head as best she could to look
down between her obscenely drawn up legs to watch whatever she could of
the bestial ravishing of her loins. Oh God …! Her wide-split cunt was
flushed to near redness, its shimmering inner-flesh was the most lust-
intoxicating sight she had ever seen! Her blood-filled pussy lips were
spread like a omnivorous mouth, with her handsome darling’s long furry
snout shoved as far as it would go, right up into the hungering passage
of her seething vagina! She could actually feel his jaws working when
he opened them, stretching the elasticized entrance of her cunt to
thrust his tongue deep into her fire-filled belly! He seemed to be
furiously reaching new depths inside her with every lurid lunge!
Insanely, she began to pull at his head while she obscenely thrust her
greedy loins up at him, trying to force his long nose like a thick
furry cock up into her hotly throbbing cunt!

What might have been a pained whimper came from the depths of Sultan’s
throat, but Carol never heard it! Instead, she felt the exotic
sensation of his coiling tongue smooth against, then worm its way
lewdly into the small, clam-like mouth of her vagina, spine-shattering
sensations of lust overwhelming her helpless flesh!

She was going to cum! Oooohhhh … he had done it for her … the
beautiful darling … with his cold wet nose shoved hard against her
wide-stretched cuntal passage and his tongue spiraling like the licking
flame of a candle at her tender cervix!

In nothing short of delirium, Carol clutched at his big animal-head,
burying his phallus-like nose another fraction of an inch deeper up
into the tight-clutching opening of her orgastically throbbing cunt,
holding savagely to his pointed ears as she lustfully fucked her loins
up onto his animal-face and felt the never-ceasing ecstasy of his
searing tongue caressing and stabbing into her super-sensitive cervix!

“Oooohhhhh loverrrrrr … I-I-I’m cummmmmmiinnggggggg …!” she wailed,
jerking at his head and fucking his snout in selfish ecstasy, nothing
mattering but the overwhelming enchantment bursting like a huge hot
bubble of erotic bliss to flood down through her long-denied body and
permeate her with exhausting sensations of sensually drained
fulfillment …!

Chapter 2

Carol dressed in a somewhat numbed state, slipping on a white skirt and
pullover, still refusing to believe that it had happened the way it
had! She brushed her long ash-blonde tresses more than usual, studying
her own face in the vanity mirror as if trying to detect some hidden
demon. Sultan had trotted off after his obscene seduction, then
returned to sit beside her as devotedly as ever. She petted him, but
didn’t speak. God, how could she? The precious darling … and he’d
been so beautiful …! But never before had he even done the ordinary
animal things, such as curiously sniffing up between her thighs, or
climbing onto her leg in the usual ruttish fashion.

Why now? Why had this happened? Carol had been asking herself that
question ever since their forbidden performance ended and her wits had
slowly returned. And above everything, she didn’t like the answer he
still unsteady mind kept coming up with. There had never been anything
like this, not even an approach, before … before she’d started
leaving the dog with Peggy! God, was it possible? She just couldn’t
believe it … but where else had he suddenly gotten such a lustful
education?

The young divorcee found herself mentally picturing the attractive
Peggy White in her mind, but she was visualizing her as never before.
Instead, she was inwardly calculating the older brunette’s
curvaceousness, her sultry face, the shape of her voluptuously up-
thrust breasts and full rounded hips … Lord! What in God’s name had
suddenly come over her, anyway … to be thinking along these lines?
She pushed back her vanity stool and jerked upright to her feet. She
needed air, or something to clear her head!

“Come on, Sully … I think we could both use a good walk in this
sunshine,” Carol said, leading the way to the kitchen where she kept Ms
leash. “I thought I was tired … but I guess I wasn’t tired enough,”
she added in a soft tone to herself, though she couldn’t deny the
overwhelming feeling of release her formerly tense young body was
enjoying. And in truth, she wasn’t really ashamed for having let him
lick her pussy, not really, as she might have been had a man done it,
but admittedly she would have been at least red-faced had she and
Sultan been discovered in the middle of their obscene little escapade.

Carol tried to shake from her mind the lewd image of Peggy White
“training” her dog, but she couldn’t do it. On the street with Sultan
walking valiantly beside her, her brain continued to form lurid mental
scenes of the pretty brunette nakedly seducing her handsome pet …
showing and teaching him how to … Oh God! Those lewd imaginings were
sensuously stirring her even as her anger mounted. Of course, she could
never prove such a thing, nor would she even hint at it to the super’s
wife, but her mind was made up. Sultan had stayed his last day in the
White’s apartment. She hardly knew what she was going to do with him
while she job-hunted, but she had the weekend to decide on something.

Unafraid with the massive German shepherd at her side, and hardly aware
of the ogling and shifty pairs of eyes, the suggestive whistles, or
under-the-breath propositions directed at her from passing and
loitering characters, the appealing young blonde girl made her way
toward the open park, which was the last remaining thing of beauty to
her in the Westland area. At least once a day she had tried to walk
Sultan there, but unfortunately she didn’t dare let him off the leash
to romp a little; it just wasn’t safe around there for a girl without
obvious protection. Anyway, when she could, she allowed the dog a
couple of hours of freedom in the walled backyard of the apartment
building where he could get some measure of exercise.

For a while, Carol strolled along the cinder paths, waiting while
Sultan sniffed and examined certain poles, bushes, and trees, until
finally they found an empty bench in the shade and she sat down. Sultan
saw them first, the other harnessed German shepherd immediately drawing
his attention. The dark glasses and type of leash made Carol aware of
the young man’s blindness. They moved along the cinder path toward
where she sat with Sultan on the ground beside her, the skilled seeing-
eye dog carefully guiding its master.

He was a handsome man, Carol thought as they drew closer — tall, with
broad shoulders and proud bearings. His hair was dark and waved,
carefully groomed, and his neat, casual dress stylishly simple, She
guessed him to be somewhere in his early thirties and found herself
wondering how he had lost his sight … or had he been born that way?

Sultan whimpered as the other German shepherd drew closer, while
totally ignoring his existence. Carol saw then that the dedicated
animal was female and demanded Sultan behave himself …

“What is it, Queenie? Is our bench gone?” Carol heard the young man
question when his animal-guide seemed reluctant to let him move toward
the seat.

Carol spoke, then: “I-I think it’s because we’re here … my dog and
l,” she said, hardly knowing how to put it.

“Oh … I’m sorry,” he said, turning toward her voice and smiling.
“Usually it’s empty this time of day. Excuse us —”

“There’s plenty of room,” Carol quickly replied, “if you’d care to join
us?”

“Thanks … we will,” he accepted, still smiling. With the limited hand
movements of a man adjusted to his affliction, he confidently seated
himself, his dog waiting and watching before lying down at his feet. “I
couldn’t understand it at first, Queenie’s not wanting to lead me over
here,” he said. “But when you mentioned your dog I knew. They’re
trained to avoid other animals.”

“I see,” Carol said. “Y-Your Queenie, she’s a beautiful dog.”

“Yes … my eyes, companion, and protection,” he said, with a certain
bitterness accenting the last word. “Afraid I’d be lost without her.”

“I believe I understand what you mean,” Carol replied. “I know I’d be
lost without Sultan.”

“Sultan … that’s an impressive name. What breed is he?”

“German shepherd, like Queenie … and about the same age, I’d say.
He’s three.”

“Well, you’re a pretty fair judge of dogs, Miss …?”

“Dorsett, Carol Dorsett.”

“Mark Cannon,” he replied. “As I was saying, you seem to know dogs,
Miss Dorsett. Queenie’s almost three, but I’ve had her for only a year.
They have to be fairly mature before they start training them, and that
takes quite a while, as well as teaching the person they’re going to be
seeing for.” He smiled. “Do you live in this area?”

“A couple of blocks from here. We have a small apartment on Fellows
Street,” she answered with a little smile of her own, the young man’s
warmth and good looks giving her a pleasant uplift. She wondered if he
was married.

“Really? I live on Fellows too, number 1322,” he said. “What’s your
address?”

“1315. We’ve only been here a week.”

“Well, we’re neighbors! I’m almost directly across the way from you!”
Mark Cannon informed, inwardly weighing what might be a stroke of luck.
Beyond that, she had a very pleasing voice, young and gentle, not the
hard, expected type that inhabited this grubby area. Down on her luck,
maybe … or perhaps, just a smoother operating whore. Whatever she was
made little difference for his purposes … if she was cooperative …
and if he could trust her. That could take time to determine … maybe
too much time … Christ, if he could only see her …!

“It’s not a very nice neighborhood, is it, Mr. Cannon,” Carol said.

He grinned. “Not exactly the place where I’d let my wife walk the
streets unescorted … if I had one. You said you’ve only been here a
week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?”

“Both. I’m from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight unseen from
a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland section could be like
this,” Carol replied, simultaneously clocking in her mind the fact that
he was not married. “It fit my budget … but as soon as I’m lucky
enough to find a job, I intend to move. Like you said, I wouldn’t dare
walk these streets without Sultan beside me.”

Hearing his name mentioned, the big animal looked up toward his
mistress, then back to the female of his own kind who was completely
ignoring him. If only he dared move closer and explore the smell of
her, but instinctively he knew that for some reason this would not be
right. There was something different about her which he could not
understand, and again he whined in perplexity.

“Shhh, Sultan,” Carol ordered, well aware of his interest and the
natural reasons behind it. “I’m afraid you’ll have to resign yourself
to being snubbed. The young lady isn’t interested in your attentions
…”

“Does he want to get acquainted?” Mark asked. “It’s perfectly okay,
except Queenie won’t respond unless I tell her she can. Up, Queenie!
Come here, Sultan! Come on, boy! Come over here and meet my friend.
That’s a boy …” he said, Carol watching as he took both animals’
heads and brought their noses together, Queenie immediately wagging her
tail in reception.

Fascinated, the young divorcee watched Mark Cannon’s strong, gentle
hands manipulate the two massive dogs with obvious, inbred ability,
until the usual animal-type exploration of intimate parts began and
Carol sensed a tiny twinge of ridiculous jealousy ripple through her.

“Well … I think we better be getting back home, Sultan,” she said,
using to her feet and drawing him to her side by the leash. “It’s been
very nice talking to you, Mr. Cannon. I’ve really enjoyed it …”

“Oh … are you leaving so soon?” he asked, looking directly up at her.

“Y-Yes, I think we better. It’s nearly four and I have some things to
do …”

“It’s not very often that I find anyone besides Queenie to talk to,” he
said with a smile, “and she doesn’t say too much.”

“I-I know what you mean,” Carol replied, a warm feeling of sympathetic
understanding filling her. “But maybe … maybe we can get together
again soon. Do you come here every day?”

“Usually … but I will for sure if you say you’re going to be here,”
he said, causing the warmth she felt to pleasantly increase. “Better
yet, why don’t we get together some evening … that is, if you’d like
to?”

His proposal took her by surprise. She smiled. “Why … why yes, I’d
like that very much, Mr. …

“Mark,” he interrupted. “Less formal. Okay?”

“Okay. And mine’s Carol, you know,” she said, finding herself more and
more excited by his casual charm.

“Good!” he exclaimed, getting to his feet, Queenie immediately rising
to attention. “Suppose we walk along with you, Carol, seeing we’re
going the same way? You mind?”

“Of course not! I’d love it!” she answered; then, on the spur of the
moment: “And … and suppose you come over to dinner tomorrow night? It
won’t be anything elaborate, but …”

“Hey! I’d welcome that with open arms!” he said, his face beaming. “And
I’ll bring a bottle of wine!”

“Okay! Do you like meatloaf?” she asked.

“I’m afraid I can’t offer you much better, but I do make a good one
…”

“Meatloaf! My favorite dish!” he said, and then they both laughed as
they walked side by side along the cinder path, their team of German
shepherds leading them.

They had gone only a little way, both enjoyably reacting to their new
friendship, when Carol saw the other man standing beside a tree a good
distance from the path, but definitely with his attention riveted on
them … or rather on her! He was drinking from a beer can and though
he was quite a way off, there was no question in her mind but what it
was Ed White! The clammy chill at just the sight of him crept
shudderingly up her back.

“Is something wrong, Carol?” Mark asked when she stopped in the middle
of telling him her apartment number and what time to come.

“N-No … no, nothing,” she stammered, tearing her eyes from the
brutish man whose leer she sensed more than distinguished at that
distance. “I-I was just remembering a certain detail I forgot to take
care of today … I’m sorry.

“You were telling me what time and your apartment number,” he reminded,
his discerning mind detecting the falseness of her answer and wondering
why.

“Oh yes, it’s 1-B, and let’s make it around seven for cocktails … you
do like a cocktail, don’t you?” she said, straining to re-capture the
warm mood they had shared only moments before.

“I thrive on them!” He laughed and shook his head as if thoroughly
delighted. “You know, Carol, you’re taunting me right where it gets me
the most!”

“Oh …? And where’s that?”

“In my unbelieving head! Nothing this good has happened to me in three
years …!”

He hadn’t lied to her, Mark thought later, as he moved knowingly around
his own small, seedy apartment, making himself a pitcher of martinis,
some crackers with cheese, then settling down in his easy chair. He
heard Queenie’s level breathing beside him and felt the reassuring
closeness of her strong body against his bare foot. He flicked on the
small radio and found his favorite FM station, while his mind raced. If
only he could have gotten one look at her, for Christ’s sake! He turned
up the radio to drown out the clattering worthlessness of the air-
conditioner.

She had to be beautiful with a voice like that … and she was
certainly no hooker. Single, evidently, or maybe divorced like him. He
took off his eye-shades and rubbed at his sightless eyes. Opening them
again, he wondered how dead or vacant they looked. Were they still the
same bluish tint? … the color Nancy had told him she loved so much
… the bitch.

He sipped at his martini, then popped a whole small cracker with cheese
into his mouth. They’d told him the acid had never noticeably damaged
the actual eyeball, only destroyed the thin lids, which plastic surgery
had restored … plus his sight, but he had no way of knowing that was
true.

Shit, that was hardly important anymore! In three years, a man learns
to live with a horror, just as he accustoms himself to the loss of his
wife after seven years, the girl he comes to believe is a part of him,
for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, till death …!
Malarkey! Goddamn, what had gotten him off onto this tangent? He didn’t
want to think of that shallow bitch ever again! She was gone, on the
other side of the continent, back in her Boston environment where she
belonged, and he was well rid of her. More important things had
suddenly, and so unexpectedly, happened to him!

The sound of Carol Dorsett’s almost sensual voice and the delicate
scent of her perfume shouldn’t play any part in the picture, Mark knew,
but he couldn’t exactly get them out of Mm mind. Being sightless didn’t
destroy a man’s desire … and he’d still bet his life she was a
beauty! All the same, he had a job to do, and he intended to do that
first and foremost! Besides, she was probably only being sympathetic
… lonely too, no doubt. But he’d hate to put up a man with good eyes
as competition and let her make a choice!

To hell with that crap! It was just sheer luck that he’d met her, and
not to take advantage of it would be stupid! She sounded trustworthy
enough, but he’d have to probe that deeper tomorrow night. Either she
had told him the truth, or she was one slick operating chick … and if
she was that, she damn sure wouldn’t be wasting her time down in this
end of town! No, she was for real, all right, and above all, he didn’t
want to get her marked! Christ, he couldn’t protect her … couldn’t
even protect himself, but his end hardly mattered. Maybe, he better
think about it a little bit … not be hasty and just get her uselessly
involved … She sounded like a dream, almost too out of date to be
true! He smiled. Imagine that, he reminded himself, Mark Cannon having
a dinner date after all these years? And with what had to be a very
lovely young girl! Damn, he could hardly believe it! The lingering
sound of her soft warm voice taunted his memory. He drained his glass,
flicking the savory olive inside his mouth. What the hell, he realized,
his stupid cock had begun to stir …

* * *

Carol made herself a strong gin and tonic, poured a little Coke for
Sultan and eased down into the only decent living room chair. She had
to think things over. So much had happened to her in the last few hours
that each unexpected, overwhelming incident seemed like a milestone in
her too-uneventful life! Her lewd little episode with the handsome
German shepherd beside her hardly seemed as if it had ever happened
now, but she knew it really had … and only hours before! Again, she
examined her conscience as she sipped at her drink! No! No, she wasn’t
sorry … nor ashamed … and she wasn’t about to tell herself it might
not happen again!

And then there was Mark Cannon! He certainly was a very striking,
desirable man, and seemed untouched by the self-sympathy his affliction
could cause. Instead, he acted alive and young, quite aggressive in
fact, ready to ignore his handicap if she would. Carol hoped she’d
shown him it made absolutely no difference to her, and guessed that she
had done just that by inviting him to dinner. She really wanted him to
come. There was something about him … appealing in every respect. It
was difficult to think of a man like him never to have been married. He
had to be thirty-two or three. Maybe, he’d tell her … and she would
tell him her own sorry story … they would confide in each other …

Then the memory of Ed White’s frightening appearance in the park marred
her pleasant revery, and Carol drank heavily from her glass. Why had he
so suddenly loomed up? She hadn’t rid herself yet of the thought that
he must have been following her! There was something terrifying about
that ugly man! She couldn’t bring herself to believe that his being in
the park was just coincidental! Yet, in broad daylight, even with
Sultan beside her, he scared her.

God! Carol hardly knew what to think, except that she wanted to keep as
much distance as possible between her and the landlord. How his wife
Peg could ever stand him was beyond her! … And then she again thought
of her shapely brunette neighbor, and the almost incredible conclusions
she’d come to earlier concerning Peg’s lewd exploitation of Sultan.
They seemed outlandish now … cruel and hasty accusations she’d
readily whipped up to lessen her own immediate guilt. No … it was
impossible … not Peggy! She just wasn’t that sort of person … was
she?

Chapter 3

Carol wasn’t hungry. She fed Sultan and made herself another drink, her
third … or was it her fourth? It hardly mattered, she decided, the
liquor’s effects causing a warm, buoyant feeling to glow inside her, a
pleasurable diversion she had almost forgotten existed. It had been a
very eventful day, she thought, reviewing individually once more all
the things that had happened, as she sipped her gin and tonic. For a
change, there’d been a few happy things! She smiled down at the big
German shepherd resting at her feet, a stimulated little tingle
rippling in her belly when she remembered the lewd hour they’d spent
together. Then, Mark Cannon came excitedly to mind, adding to those
provocative stirrings …

Suddenly the door buzzer sounded. For a moment, Carol hesitated as
Sultan’s throaty growl gave warning, mental reflections of Ed White
racing through her mind. Again the buzzer sounded, and with a staccato
urgency this time that she couldn’t ignore. Carol set down her drink
and answered it with her dog close beside her.

It was Peg White and she was crying, her face flushed and crumbled, one
cheek noticeably redder than the other. Clutched against her breast she
held a purse, and a sob choked from her throat as she charged into the
room!

“Close the door and lock it, please, Carol! Hurry, before he knows
where I’ve gone!” Peggy White gasped in a terrified voice … locking
the door herself when the blonde girl didn’t react quick enough. “If he
finds me, he’ll kill me! I-I just know it! I’ve never seen him so
raving drunk!”

Without asking, Carol knew that the almost hysterical girl was
referring to her husband. “Wh-Where is he now?” she quickly questioned
hoping to God he hadn’t seen his wife come in there.

“I-in the apartment, still looking for this, I suppose!” Peggy
whispered in a shaking voice holding up her purse. “I-I keep the rent
money in here for the bank deposit. It’s not ours, you know … we have
no right to use it, but that makes damned little difference to Ed! It’s
money … and that’s all he cares! Money to throw around in bars …
and to buy those slutty teenage bitches …!”

Trembling, the distraught wife began to cry again and Carol tried to
comfort her, putting an arm around Peg’s shoulder and walking her
toward the couch. “Here, dear, you sit down and let me get you
something to steady you. You’re safe here …”

“As … as tong as … he doesn’t know where I am …!” Peggy sobbed.

“Don’t worry. He can’t get beyond that door, not with Sultan here!”
Carol assured her. “Now you sit right there while I get you a drink,
Honey. Then, we’ll see what to do about this!”

The ugly brute had obviously slapped her, Carol thought, trembling
herself as she poured straight whiskey into a small glass. The red
welts from his big fingers were still embossed on the poor girl’s
cheek.

“Here, drink this, hon,” Carol said, dropping down beside Peg to gently
place a hand on the shivering brunette’s shoulder as she handed her the
glass. “Just sip at it … would you like some water …?”

“No … no thanks, Carol. T-This is fine … and I’m so grateful. I-I
didn’t know where to run to. He was like … like a maniac when he
couldn’t find my purse … but I’d expected this and … and hid it in
a different place!”

Carol didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to be nosy, or get
involved in the Whites’ domestic problems, but … “What’re you going
to do, Peggy? Will he get over it …?”

“Oh yes … by tomorrow probably,” the still shuddering wife replied,
sighing raggedly as if to shake the fearful quaking possessing her. “He
always does. He’ll be too hungover to carry on by then.”

“But what about tonight? You just can’t go back there and take a chance
on him beating you?” Carol said. “He’s probably furious by now!”

Again Peggy sighed, laying her bead back onto the edge of the couch, a
little smile sardonically twisting her pretty mouth. “That … is
putting it mildly, darling! Ten years of experience with him tells me
that he’s in a murderous rage by this time, vowing to tear me limb from
limb!”

“My God! Why do you put up with it, Peg?” Carol gasped in disbelief.
“I’d call the police … have him arrested … anything!”

“I know … I know, honey,” Peggy said, lifting her head and drinking
from the glass. “It sounds like the only answer, doesn’t it, but it
isn’t. Believe me, it isn’t! Any woman who has ever had a drunken,
wife-beating man would quickly tell you the same. So, they’re arrested,
fined, and released … and what do you suppose happens to the poor
girl then? That’s right, his vengeance is even worse,”

“Then, for God’s sake, divorce him!” Carol exclaimed, reaching a point
of exasperation.

“Divorce him …? Oh … I couldn’t do that, honey!” Peggy replied,
shaking her head. “You see, he really needs me … and I love him!”

Carol stated at her, speechless. Well, so much for ridiculousness, she
thought, draining her glass. What more was there to say? The anguished
wife had pathetically said it all in six words which had struck a
familiar chord in the divorced girl’s memory … he needs me … I love
him! Incredibly enough, Carol thought, I understand just how she feels!

“Here, let me get us another drink,” she said, taking Peggy’s empty
glass and walking into the little kitchenette. Then, in a low voice
that couldn’t be overheard through the thin walls, she said: “You
better stay here with me tonight, Peg. As you say, he’ll be over it by
tomorrow, or at least too sick to give you any further nonsense.”

“Thanks, Carol, but … but I don’t want to put you to any trouble. If
I can stay just a little while longer, maybe he’ll have fallen asleep
…”

“Don’t be silly,” Carol said, returning to hand her a second bracing
measure of straight bourbon, then lowering herself into the chair
across from her neighbor. “You know it’s no trouble, The bed is big
enough for both of us, and I’ve got an extra toothbrush and nightie.
Besides, I wouldn’t sleep all night worrying about you, and here we
both can rest comfortably with Sultan protecting us …”

Peggy White breathed out heavily once more, her radiant smile showing
itself for the first time since she’d frantically entered the
apartment. She set her purse on the couch beside her and said: “I’m not
going to refuse again, darling. God knows, I’ll be safer in here with
you tonight, and especially with Sultan, as you say, to protect us …”

The big German shepherd heard his name spoken a second time and raised
his head to survey the two females. He studied them both for a long
moment, noting that his mistress’ face and eyes had taken on an
unfamiliar laxness, while hers of the midnight hair were quickly
beginning to appear the same. He listened to the soft sounds of their
voices, then changed his position so that he could rest his head on the
floor and watch them. The confusion which had tensed him at first was
no longer in the room, the quiet sounds of their voices beginning to
gently lull him toward sleep …

How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal
life, Carol wasn’t sure, but she quickly found herself more than a
little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl
across from her. She listened intently to Peggy’s intimate unburdening,
as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

” I-I have to be loved, Carol … physically … sexually loved,” Peggy
whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking
about it. “And … and this is another form of Ed’s brutality. Knowing
how much and often I need it … he denies me … or at the very least,
makes me beg him … sometimes on my knees … and I have to say it the
dirtiest way possible … like … please fuck me, darling? Or, please
shove your big cock up my hot cunt … or, let me suck it until it cums
in my mouth?”

“H-Has he always been this way?” Carol heard her own raspy whisper, the
curvaceous brunette’s candid revelations easily rekindling the tingles
in her belly that the young divorcee had been experiencing before her
buzzer had interrupted. She couldn’t resist pursuing the rousing
subject, and a much more relaxed Peggy White, under the soothing
influence of the bourbon, seemed just as eager to discuss it.

“Oh God, honey, he was wonderful … for the first eight years of our
marriage! I couldn’t have asked for more in bed! He not only has a big
one … you know, long and thick and hard, but … but he knows how to
use it to bring out the most in a girl! God … honest, he makes me cum
like … like an earthquake! Not just once, but five, six, seven times
…! At least, he did … before we came here. In San Diego it was
beautiful, Carol. We were so happy together. He had a good job with an
electronics firm … always came home after work … and we owned a
nice house … Then, he met some people from below the border, you
know, Mexico, some dark looking men who came to the house several
times. The next thing I knew, we were selling everything to come here!
I wasn’t asked; I was told! Overnight, he was a changed man. That …
that was two years ago … and here we are, right up until tonight!”

Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy’s uninhibited description of her sex
life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and
loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him
was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with
Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. “The …
the teenagers you spoke of, Peg … you mean those young girls who are
all over the neighborhood?”

“I mean those little two-bit bitches, sluts … cunts is what they are,
honey!” the shapely, dark-haired wife vehemently exclaimed. “They’ll do
anything to get enough dough for their pot, or a fix! Only … only two
days ago, I took Sultan with me shopping. We came home in a taxi
because I had so much to carry. Ed wasn’t expecting me, and I found him
on our bed with one of them! She couldn’t have been more than sixteen,
both of them naked and going at it sixty-nine, you know, sucking each
other!”

“My God!” Carol gasped, the other’s lucid description and four-letter
words spiraling through her in a wave of sensuous heat. “Wh-What did
you do?”

“Ranted and raved, of course, ordering the little tight-titted pig out
of there! But she could hardly have cared less!” Peg said bitterly.
“She was kind of cute in the face … all over, in fact, with almost
boyish hips, but full, white buttocks … long, dark, straight hair,
you know, streaming down her back, and the same curly wispy-like hair
on her pussy! Damn, I could hardly blame Ed … and you know what she
said to me?”

“Wh-What?” Carol asked breathlessly.

“‘Come on, Mama,’ she taunted me in a little-girlish voice, ‘Get naked
and let me lick your cunt!’”

Carol couldn’t speak; her throat was too dry, as if it had suddenly
been swabbed with a ball of cotton. She drained her glass, welcoming
the wet relief. “And … and what did you say?” she almost blurted.

“Well, for a moment, I just stood there staring at the enticing little
bitch while Ed laughed! ‘Come on, babe,’ he said, trying to goad me
into it. ‘We’ll have a real party! If Dottie can eat pussy the way she
sucks cock it’ll be a blast-off for you!’ And you know, honey, I almost
did … I mean, it wasn’t going to be the first time for me! A
girlfriend and I when we were in high school used to sleep together
often, and licking pussy wasn’t new, or disgusting. I was getting
hotter by the second, but the fact that Ed brought her right into our
apartment and bed was too much! I just began to cry … and the next
thing I knew, she was gone …!

“Good Lord … what an experience!” Carol breathed, sensing the
moisture seeping warmly from between her swollen vaginal lips and down
against the thin sheer nylon of her panty crotch-band. She squirmed
down into the cheap chair cushion, welcoming its pressured hardness
against the wetly tingling softness of her roused loins. She raised her
glass to her lips only to remember it was empty. “Sh-Shall we have
another … and take it to bed with us, Peg?”

The vibrant brunette, once more herself, looked with an eyebrow-raised
smile at her empty glass. “If you say so, darling. I haven’t felt this
good in months.”

Carol laughed, a thousand things racing through her incited mind. She
jumped up, took their glasses and tripped into the kitchen area. Peggy
was still talking in that low, seductive voice of hers, but Carol
wasn’t paying much attention as she poured their drinks. Her thoughts
were too filled with the sensual provocation of her sexy neighbor’s
lust-inciting admissions! She too had once known a girl like that …
Barbara Carter, from her old neighborhood … but she’d never let her
do it, and then Barbara had moved away!

Carol sliced lemon for her own drink as she pictured the way that girl
Dottie must have looked naked with Ed White … her small, rounded
breasts, the swelling, teenage hips, the dark curls spreading out
enticingly between her thighs … damn, the mere thought was like some
sort of aphrodisiac … and that she didn’t need! What was wrong with
her tonight, anyway? Too much to drink, probably.

“Y-You can use the shower first,” Carol said, handing Peggy her drink.
“Come on, I’ll give you a nightie.”

The older girl clasped the hand Carol held out, holding it with an
extra gentle pressure that didn’t escape the young blonde’s notice. “I
don’t wear anything … if you don’t mind,” Peggy breathed warmly at
her. “Carol … are … are you sure you want me to stay?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Of course I do! And … and I prefer to sleep in
the raw too!” the young divorcee almost gasped out. “Now … hustle
into the bathroom! I’ll follow when you’re through …!”

Sultan watched them, on his feet now and following closely as they
walked toward the bedroom. He saw them separate, the midnight haired
one leaving the room while his mistress began to shed her covering. He
sat down to look closely, the sight intriguing him. She would be all
curved and white when she finished … like her friend who had trained
him well … but, no, she was putting something over her, hiding the
beauty he enjoyed looking at. Then she picked up the glass and drank
from it. Her eyes were not normal. Her pretty mouth was pulled to one
side. He whimpered …

“What’s wrong, baby?” Carol said, moving forward unsteadily to reach
down and pet her darling’s great head. God, she was drunk! She was! And
deliciously so! Oh darling, don’t hate your Carol, but … but she just
can’t help herself! It’s going to happen! I know it is! And … and I
want it to! It’s really going to happen …!

Peggy wore her bath towel around her, its upper ridge clinging and
hiding no more than the tips of her full, thrusting breasts and
dropping to her rounded, white mid-thighs. “Your turn, darting,” she
said, her liquor-glazed eyes flashing about the room as she moved into
it, every place but on Carol!

“I’ll only be a minute,” Carol said. “Make
yourself at home, Peg … hop in, or whatever. There’re some magazines
there under the night stand …”

In the bathroom, Carol removed her robe and stepped in under the
shower, wondering if she was losing her mind, or was there about to be
another sensational milestone to wind up this day? Never in her whole
life had she entertained more lustful thoughts or feelings than those
possessing her at that very moment! Was she right about Peg? God, she
was an admittedly passionate girl … but did she really want to do it
with a girl? How would she, herself, react when and if it came right
down to the very moment …? Oh … she was so damned drunk she
couldn’t even think straight … and hot … like the teenage bitches
… cunts,
Peggy had told her about!

Carol stared drunkenly at her own naked curves in the mirror as she
quickly dried off, her usual hedonistic sensations more pronounced than
ever. Yes … it was going to happen! She just knew it was … Peggy
White was out there waiting for her …!

She wore her robe back into the bedroom where Peggy lay already in bed,
her bikini-striped nakedness modestly covered by the sheet drawn up
almost to her chin. Carol saw her dark eyes sparkling as she watched
the robe fall away. Somewhat embarrassed, Carol quickly slid into the
bed beside her neighbor, not a word yet exchanging between the two
women. Her cheeks felt warm with the little rush of blood excitedly
coloring them at her own momentarily exposed nakedness before Peggy,
and as she drew up the sheet, Carol sensed the warmth of the older
brunette’s soft arm beneath her as she lay back on the pillow!

Wild impulses spread like firebrands through Carol’ desire-infused
young body as she felt the arm gently drawing her into a cuddling
closeness, Peggy easing over toward her, Carol’s face on a level with
the lush white mounds of the older girl’s voluptuous breasts! Then
Peggy’s other hand began to caress the crown of her head, almost
lovingly stroking her hair as she pressed Carol’s unresisting face into
the sweet-smelling resilience of her warm, full breasts, their little
hardened nipples like ripened cherries ready to burst!

“Y-You have beautiful hair, darling … like golden cornsilk,” Peggy
whispered, the heat of her breath like a torrid cloud floating down
over Carol’s brazenly nuzzling face. “Yes … you’re such a gorgeous
beauty, baby … and Peggy’s going to love you to pieces!”

Carol felt her own arm moving as if of its own volition, her hand
creeping over the soft, smooth flesh of Peggy’s slender waist and
around to clasp at the warm hollow of her back. Excitedly, she embraced
the older girl, prepared to give herself fully to this unknown
intoxication. She trailed her eager fingers over the warm vibrant flesh
of Peggy’s satin-smooth skin, returning to trace the path of her rib
cage upward, until she brushed over the softly yielding ripeness of
Peggy’s milk-white breasts against her face.

Carol heard her friend gasp at the sensitive contact, and she raised
her face, their eyes meeting to search into each other. She stretched
out her long legs then, pressing her naked body tighter against the
soft contours that molded so well to hers. Her hand spread in a gentle
cupping caress over Peggy’s firm, full breast, her own chest heavily
rising and falling beneath as she Pressed against the brunette’s softly
undulating belly.

“Oh … you luscious creature!” Peggy hissed hotly, breaking their
embrace. “Move up here onto the pillow and lie on your back!”

Carol did as she was told, closing her eyes in feverish anticipation.
She felt Peggy’s soft hand move to the swelling mound of one breast and
tenderly grasp it, sending a thrill of delight quaking over her waiting
flesh. The sheet was brushed away, and both of them lay nakedly
exposed, while Peggy’s knowing fingers danced like feather tips over
Carol’s tingling body. They caught at first one tiny nipple, then the
other, rolling and squeezing them with skilled delicacy, and the young
blonde’s sensuously aroused flesh began responding to Peggy’s blissful
erotic caresses.

Suddenly, Carol felt her passionate neighbor slipping downward in the
bed. She popped her eyes open, raising her head to watch in excited
anticipation as the older girl’s voluptuous white curves slithered
warmly downward on top of her, easing Carol’s own legs and thighs
insistently apart with the wedging pressure of her supple, shapely
body. With her hands, Peggy spread the rounded fullness of Carol’s
trembling thighs even wider open until her blonde curl-sprinkled loins
and pouting vaginal lips were completely exposed to the sparkling dark
eyes gleaming hungrily down from only inches above. And then Peggy
dropped her head, nestling her face into the soft, intimate hollow
between the panting divorcee’s widespread legs.

Immediately, the entranced Carol was swept up in a maze of erotic
sensations which rippled through her smoldering loins and tremulous
belly as she felt sizzling kisses along the heated flesh of her inner
thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath, and the wet, searing contact of
Peggy’s tongue! Carol’s breathing caught in her throat as Peggy traced
the sensitive inner softness of her cuntal slit again and again,
licking in long lurid strokes from the bottom to the top … causing
Carol to reflexively raise her naked loins to each maddening stroke of
the magic, up-licking tongue!

Carol felt her tiny clitoris quivering erect and knew that it was
peering out from its hooded canopy, swelling with the first stab of
intensive sensation as the other girl’s tongue grazed wetly over it.
She expelled her breath with a ragged, hissing sound, slowly tossing
her head when the lust-driven oral invader eased hotly in between the
desire-flushed lips of her cunt, worming upward through the already
wildly inflamed crevice toward the straining little bud of her
clitoris.

The blonde girl’s throat began to hum with unintelligible gurglings.
She held her breath, then exploded it sharply at the electrifying
contact of the obscenely exploring female tongue with her tiny erotic
nerve center! And then came new delights as she felt Peggy’s hands
creep upward over the tensing muscles of her quivering belly, smoothing
higher and higher to fondle and knead the nipple-hardened fullness of
Carol’s firm white breasts, while her open mouth became ravenous below!
Hot and wet, with lush lips glued to the hair-fringed flesh of her
seething pussy, Carol felt the stabbing wet heat of Peggy’s lashing
tongue laving and whipping her swollen pleasure-bud! Greedily the older
girl began to possess the burning, fluid cunt beneath her, spearing and
licking everywhere until it seemed to Carol’s whirling brain that her
lust-inflamed pussy had been invaded by an entire legion of squirming,
raging tongues! But no, it was just a single tongue racing up the hotly
throbbing channel of her clutching vagina, worming into the tiny slit
of her urethra, returned to worry her aching clitoris with maddening
precision, and then driving hard up into her sizzling cuntal passage
again … over and over until she was gasping and writhing in mindless
ecstasy!

Ripples of lustful enchantment convulsed the naked flesh of the blonde
divorcee’s lewdly positioned body. Knowing hands taunted the heaving
mounds of her palpitating breasts and tweaked their bursting nipples,
while licking little flames of sensual fire tongued at the hot, fluid
sanctuary of her offered cunt. Obscene wet sucking sounds filled the
small bedroom and blended with Carol’s desperate moans as she
uncontrollably drew back her legs, thrusting her loins salaciously
upward to bring the wild pleasure-giving tongue tighter into the
hungering core of her naked flesh!

From his erect stance on the floor beside the bed, Sultan watched the
pair of white-bodied female humans, confused by their odd positions,
but not by the potent tangy scent strongly filling his keen nostrils.
He well knew its meaningful aroma after long days spent in Peggy
White’s care, and his own animal loins responded heavily to its savory
excitement. His ears twitched at the whimpering sounds coming from the
bed, and a whine of want escaped his powerful throat. He moved closer,
then hesitated, knowing he was denied the right of the bed … but he
had violated that right already once today and been accepted …

“Ooohhh … ooohhh Goddd, Peg … Peggyyy … it’s too much!” Carol
wailed in a thin high voice, reaching down to clutch at the short dark
hair of her neighbor’s buried head. “Uuuhhh … it’s so beautiful,
darling! I-l never realized …!” she gasped, knowing that her
statement hardly made sense, but it did to her. She would never have
dreamed that the lovemaking of another girl could so entrance her …
no, so Completely overwhelm her with its forbidden ecstasy … that was
what she wanted to say! But she couldn’t say anything sensible, and it
was no longer the liquor she’d drunk …!

And then two things happened simultaneously! Sultan jumped up onto the
bed, and Peggy’s delicious tongue and mouth broke contact with the
intensively fired cuntal opening between Carol’s lewdly upraised legs!
Carol gaped down at Peggy’s lifted, glistening face almost pleadingly,
and was ready to reprimand Sultan when the other girl said: “Has he
ever done it to you, baby?”

The desire-crazed blonde stared at her in momentary confusion. “Who
…?” she finally asked.

“Sultan!” Peggy hissed, her dark eyes becoming even more so. “No .. no,
he hasn’t, has he? I ought to know that … because I had to teach
him!”

Carol continued to gape down at the stunning brunette lying nakedly
between her own widespread legs which she had slowly lowered to the
bed. She tried to corral her thoughts through the liquor and lust
infused emotions still controlling her obscenely sprawled young body.
It registered then! She had been right before! Peg had used Sultan …
had “trained” him …!

“You’re in for one of the rarest treats of all, baby!” the once
distraught wife who had burst into her apartment earlier, now whispered
hotly. “He’s beautiful! And he’s your own sweet darling, Carol! Anytime
you want him … but you can thank Peggy for that! I-I hope you’re not
angry …” she went on, raising up to her knees, her cherry-nippled
breasts swaying tantalizingly over Carol’s face, and then she was
turning to pet the panting German shepherd who stood beside her on the
bed.

Carol stared at the both of them, the feeling that they were closer to
each other than she had ever been with her own handsome dog sparking a
certain bitterness. But she could hardly concentrate on that, not with
the passion Peggy’s sensuous oral lovemaking had set off inside her!
God, it couldn’t end here … like this … she had to cum … and Peg,
being the passionate girl that she was, must have to know the same
release.

“Are you ready for the thrill of your life, Carol baby?” Peggy
lustfully whispered to her.

“Wh-What …?”

“Get up on your knees! Go ahead, turn over and get up on your knees!”
Peggy ordered. “That’s right … but spread your legs wider … wider,
darling … God, you’re beautiful that way! I could eat your pussy
right up to your tits!” the dark-haired girl exclaimed as Carol climbed
into the ordered position.

There was a tightness in Carol’s erotically quivering belly as she
lowered her face to the pillow, the vulnerability of her exposed and
up-thrust loins behind giving her an obscene, naked feeling she had
never known. She tingled inside from Peggy’s lust-firing words, wishing
that her friend would hungrily move in and really eat her pussy all the
way up to her tits! Her tits … oh, God, they actually throbbed in the
lustful desire permeating her! And her cunt … it was afire! What was
this thrill of her life? How could her dog be the cause of it? What was
going to happen next …?

Chapter 4

“Prepare yourself, Carol honey! I promise you’ve never had anything to
equal this!” Peggy hissed in a feverish whisper.

Her naked buttocks raised high and her tremoring thighs spread wide,
Carol tried to twist her head with cheek still pressed against the bed
to get some conception of what was about to happen behind her lewdly
kneeling body. She saw Sultan standing with ears erect and open-jaw,
his lengthy pink tongue hanging loose and to one side while his
rounded, brown eyes gleamed at her salaciously displayed ass-cheeks. At
the same time, she saw and felt Peggy’s hands on the stretched ovals of
her up-thrust buttocks, luridly spreading them wider apart.

“There, Sultan baby!” Peg’s husky voice sounded. “Did you ever see a
more inviting sight than that? Oh, Carol darling, you’ve got the
tiniest pink asshole ever! Honest … and I’ve just got to kiss it
…!”

A passionate shiver rippled over Carol’s naked body as she felt the
older girl’s face nuzzling warmly between the half-moons of her spread-
open buttocks … then, the delightful sensations her moistened lips
incited at they pressed hotly against the tiny, sensitive opening of
her puckered anus. Her lewdly searching tongue tip followed to lick and
probe, pressuring slightly into the reflexively clenching orifice,
while Carol gasped in pleasure beneath the brunette’s lascivious
mouthing. Sultan’s whimper floated to her ears, and then Peggy’s
delicious manipulations stopped.

“All right, all right, darling!” Carol heard her say. “Now it’s your
turn!” Go ahead while I hold her open for you! Come on … move right
up close, baby … that’s the boy …!”

Automatically, Carol found herself trying to spread her straining
thighs even wider, picturing narcissistically the obscene appearance of
her own voluptuous nakedness in her mind’s eye. She heard her dog’s
excited panting, and sensed his hot breath against the soft white
mounds of her buttocks. Then, she felt his long, laving tongue
slithering hotly into the smooth crevice separating them. Again, Carol
moaned at the electrifying contact, immediate, feverish impulses of
lust stabbed wildly through her warmly secreting pussy and quaking
belly. What Peggy didn’t know, Carol thought, was that she had already
and most definitely been introduced to the heavenly wonders of her
animal-lover’s lust-quenching tongue! And why should she tell her …?
All that really mattered now was that she cum, and she wildly
remembered the dynamic climax Sultan had brought her earlier that day!

She felt Peggy’s hands lewdly clutching at her upraised buttocks,
pulling the soft cheeks farther apart to give Sultan full access to her
vulnerably gaping anus! His hot tongue wetly caressed it, then dove
lower to splay open her tender blonde-fringed pussy-lips, grazing the
seething pink cuntal flesh on its way to her hardened little clitoris.
She gasped out in impassioned joy, trying to inch her knees even
farther apart and open the pulsating pink crevice between her straining
thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust ardently,
sweeping in an obscene liquid flame through the sizzling wet inner-
flesh of her loins and flicking at the tiny grasping mouth of her tight
vagina, stroking her hungrily offered loins to a still more intensive
heat before he suddenly moved into an unexpected, astonishing position
behind her kneeling form.

Carol tensed as her massive pet’s furry body crowded in close against
her upraised buttocks. She was abruptly aware that Sultan was standing
on his hind legs, his powerful forelegs gripping at the naked flesh of
her hips! God Almighty! He must be mounting her! She craned her neck,
hardly raising her face from the bed to gape wildly back at him! There
wasn’t any doubt about it! He intended to fuck her … just as if she
were a bitch dog in heat .. and … and Peggy was egging him on!

“That’s a boy, Sully darling … do it for Carol the way you did for
me!” Peggy’s husky voice luridly goaded. “Don’t be afraid, Carol honey!
It’s beautiful and you’re going to love it …!”

Carol’s desire-infused brain whirled with the incredulous salacity of
it! She tried to catch a glimpse of her passionate neighbor’s face, but
Peggy had turned away … was reaching for something … her purse,
Carol thought, giving up the effort as her breathing seemed to choke in
her throat!

“Oh God, Peg … I don’t know! T-this is absolutely obscene … being
fucked by a dog!” Carol gasped back at her aroused companion.

“Yes … it is, isn’t it, baby!” Peggy licentiously whispered … “And
you’re going to love it! Wait … I’ll fix the vanity mirror so you can
watch!”

Oh God … this in unbelievable! Carol’s mind reeled, her naked young
curves trembling to the erotic stimulation both Peg’s and Sultan’s
lashing tongues had fired in her liquor-sensitized flesh. Then, in the
mirror Peggy had adjusted for her, she stared at the sight of their
lewdly locked position, sensually moaning at the lust-flaming
reflection. The bestial obscenity of the huge German shepherd astride
her widespread white ass-cheeks sent irresistible charges of seething
passion raging through her quivering body!

Then Carol saw it, and she gasped at the breathtaking sight of his
glistening scarlet cock slipping out from its long furry sheath, wet
and red and hard, the tapered length waggling obscenely as it inched
forward, its bevel-topped head reaching and probing the wet pink slit
of her feverish cunt! She felt Sultan’s powerful animal-body jerk
against her smooth buttocks, saw his thickly dangling cock trying to
penetrate the tiny mouth of her upturned vagina!

He whined aloud, almost in desperation, his forepaws making new demands
against her naked hips as he jerked and stumbled on his hind legs,
eagerly struggling to bury the sleek, throbbing spear of his raw animal
hardness up inside her steaming human pussy-hole!

Carol stared at it all in the mirror, her own heavy breathing and
Peggy’s thundering in her ears. She shifted her lewdly elevated
buttocks in little wanton circles back at the still growing dog-cock,
hypnotized by its glistening red dance, the tension inside her reaching
a near unbearable degree! Oooohhh yes … yesssss, she wanted it …
her beautiful baby’s long thick cock burning right up into the aching
depths of her throbbing hot cunt!

“Help him, Carol! For God’s sake, how can you stand the waiting?” Peggy
gasped beside her. “Just watching is about to drive me loony! Go on,
grab ahold of it and put it in for him …!

Carol, with little mewling sounds unconsciously escaping her lips now,
reached back between the yawning white columns of her thighs and
grasped her pet’s slippery hardness, spread the silken curls of her
cuntal hair with its cone-shaped head, and guided the hot thick tip
into her wetly nibbling vaginal lips! Spontaneously, the instinct-
driven German shepherd humped forward, bursting his solid cock from her
grasp as he plunged deep into her acquiescing pussy channel. Wider and
wider, he stretched the moist, sensitive passage, sending his flesh-
searing rod slicing cruelly up into the churning wet heat of her
quaking belly!

“Unh, unh, unh, ooohhhhh Goddd!” Carol moaned as she felt herself being
stuffed full to the brim in Sultan’s unbroken forward lunge. She
watched in the vanity mirror with bug-eyed fascination as the huge,
scarlet length of blood-swollen dog-flesh slithered in with a fierce
wet charge, burying itself to the very hilt in her shockingly stretched
vagina! She both felt and saw her new lover’s heavy, sperm-bloated
balls swing savagely down, smacking flat against her blonde pussy-hair
as her own breath burst from her lungs.

The painful sensation of inner expansion came with a delayed impact to
explode through her obscenely impaled loins, forcing guttural groans
from her half-open lips. “Oh … oh, my God!” she moaned, her widened
eyes gaping unseeingly as her panting animal-lover began to fuck
rapidly up into her cunt from behind! Her head jarring against the
pillow from his every powerful, breast-quivering charge, Carol tried to
concentrate on the reflected sight of his long thick scarlet cock
plunging wetly up between her open thighs as she began to move lewdly
backward to meet his breathtaking, brute strokes!

Peggy’s presence was suddenly obliterated as frenzied sensations of
basic lust spread through Carol’s sensuously slaving body heaving
backward onto the relentless dog-cock skewering deeper and deeper up
into her flame-filled belly from behind! Furiously, the huge German
shepherd battered his loins against his mistress’s supple ass-cheeks,
his pulsating rod of flesh sinking each time to its full blood-hardened
length up into the moistly sucking depths of her clasping vagina!
Whimpering uncontrollably, Carol rotated her buttocks around and around
the pleasure-giving shaft in a building wanton furor, grinding her
greedily clinging vaginal sheath back over the length of piercing
animal-cock in masochistic need.

The unmistakable beacon of her approaching orgasm flashed through the
blonde’s passion-crazed young body then, a fantastic promise of still
greater bliss soon to come! It coiled through her seething loins like a
showering burst of fireworks, and singed the underside of her trembling
belly with its loin-tingling sensations. She moaned in lustful
intoxication as the jagged edges of her mounting sensual rapture
stabbed at her abdomen, and ogled the mirror to watch her darling’s
long, thick dog-penis wetly disappearing up between the soft whiteness
of her absorbing buttocks, his savage fucking tempoed in rapid,
pistoning strokes! She saw her own pink cunt-flesh moistly clinging to
his huge, handsome hardness when he pulled out of her, then
disappearing back up inside her hungry passage with every new thrust,
his heavy, cum-laden balls solidly pummeling her unprotected clitoris
below between the blood-swollen lips of her lust-inflamed pussy!

Carol’s brain was spinning with the effect of such never before
experienced carnality, her eyes feasting on the hedonistic spectacle of
her full white breasts, suspended and quivering beneath her body as she
raised partway up from the bed. In the mirror, they seemed to ripple
like ripe mounds of lush, pink-tipped fruit before Sultan’s
breathtaking barrage! She saw the flailing veil of her long, ash-blonde
hair as she tossed her head in a maddened cadence to the thorough
fucking her darling dog was pounding into her, pleasureful moans
hissing loudly up from her heaving chest!

“Oooohhhh … my lover, Sultan baby! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your
Carol!” she cried back at the panting, furiously humping dog. “Harder,
baby! Harder … oh, harderrrrr …!”

The passionate, pleading tone to her voice let Sultan know he was
pleasing her. He whined in panting response as he hammered
instinctively up into her tight, slippery vagina from behind. He knew
he was bunging her joy by the way she was thrusting her soft female
cunt willingly back onto his aching hardness. The wet heat of her human
vaginal passage was clenching greedily at him, even more so than hers
of the midnight hair had done, and his blood pounded hotly through his
straining body for her.

He felt the dribbling wetness against his throbbing loins as it
trickled down the soft, smooth backs of her thighs from where he was
locked into her loins. His tongue hung loose and dripping from his open
jaws with the fierce pressure growing inside his raging loins. And
then, he saw the midnight haired one’s naked white body crawling upward
on the bed toward his mistress’s face, but he hardly paid any
attention. Only his roaring hardness thundering up into the hotly
milking core between his golden-haired mistress’s long, white legs
meant anything to him.

“Is it beautiful, Carol baby?” Peggy leaned down to whisper close
against the impassioned divorcee’s flushed young face. “Have you ever
had a more filling, capable cock fucked into you by any man? Be honest,
darling, have you?”

“0h … oh no, Peg. I. it’s beautiful … tremulous! Oh God … he’s
driving me mad with it …!” Carol gasped, her long blonde hair
flailing as she tossed her head from side to side in unhidable rapture.
Vaguely, she realized that Peggy was positioning herself supine right
beside her bead on the pillow, spreading her shapely white legs wide
apart and inching her curved hips downward until her dark, curl-covered
loins were directly below Carol’s face. Then she lay partway back, her
hands stroking down over the smooth white flesh of her belly and hips,
moving inward with extended fingers toward the pouting, hair-fringed
cunt-lips so erotically placed there!

Fascinated by the added, lustful sight, Carol tried to hold her head
steady, a next to impossible feat with her darling German shepherd’s
huge cock pummeling her with trip-hammer velocity. Her mouth watered
with unfamiliar, lewd desire as Peggy’s fingers slowly spread her own
fleshy, cuntlips apart from either side, the pink inner-flesh
glistening moistly as it clung and then separated viscidly before
Carol’s avid stare.

Peggy held her pussy lips open so that the soft wet inner folds were
completely revealed in a lewd pink shimmering display, her pulsing
clitoris quiveringly erect, the tiny slit of her urethra clearly
visible, while the secreting oval of her vaginal mouth worked hungrily
in search of something to fill it. The raven curls bordering the pink,
desire-moistened flesh contrasted sharply with the smooth whiteness of
her heaving belly and widespread thighs, and it was all more than Carol
could resist!

“Don’t be afraid, darling … you’ll love this, too!” Peggy hotly
whispered. “Go ahead … lick Peggy’s cunt for her while Sultan fucks
you with his big cock! That’s right, baby … snuggle your pretty face
right down in there close and … and lick me to death, you luscious
girl! Don’t be afraid … do it, hon, do it …!”

Carol was too overcome with lust to be afraid! Her hesitation as she
slowly lowered her face closer and closer toward the older girl’s
nakedly waiting loins was only to feast her eyes on the lascivious
sight. She hadn’t ever been this close to another girl’s pussy, had
never even touched one other than her own!

Then Peg’s hands moved away, letting the resilient outer-lips of her
cunt fold back in to kiss each other, leaving just a slender pink slit
that was even more entrancing to her. Carol studied its long, tongue-
beckoning line downward to where it joined the rounded white ovals of
her buttocks just above the crinkled circle of Peggy’s tight little
anus. A heady essence … a perfumed spice of desire-filled heat stung
her nostrils then, causing them to flare excitedly as she felt the
older girl suddenly reaching beneath her to cup her swollen, nipple-
straining breasts. A white-hot flame of lust raged within Carol as she
greedily spread her passionate neighbor’s flushed cunt-lips open with
her thumbs, and mindlessly thrust her tongue greedily into the
simmering liquid flesh!

While Peggy’s voluptuous body squirmed in naked pleasure and moans of
lust-incited joy gurgled up from her throat, Carol’s young brain
whirled in the overwhelming passion seizing all control from her cock-
stuffed body. She whimpered into the hot, fluid flesh of Peggy’s wide-
splayed cunt in time to the maddening dog-tucking she was getting from
behind, while her eagerly exploring tongue licked and probed its way
all over the pungent-tasting secret hollows of Peggy’s pussy flesh. It
raced up inside the older girl’s seething vagina, feeling the pulsating
clasp of her inner walls as she rotated her lewdly invading tongue.
Then she wiggled the very tip wormingly into the gasping brunette’s
tiny urethral slit, taunting it for a full minute before dropping down
to do the same to the puckered little rectal opening below. Finally,
with a long up-sweeping lick, she hungrily centered in on Peggy’s
frantically palpitating clitoris, alternately caressing and stabbing at
the tiny erect bud, sucking it between her soft, ovalled lips to gently
nip and worry it with the edges of her even teeth.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” the dark-haired girl groaned in lustful
torment. “Ooohhhhh … shove your fingers up my pussy and ass-hole
while you lick it, honey! Both together! Please … it drives me wild!”

A series of screaming little sensuous impulses shot through Carol’s
erotic nerve centers at her neighbor’s lewd request. She was incited as
much by the thought of what it must feel like to be so obscenely
ravaged as she was by the licentious thought of being the aggressor!
With open mouth and lips immersed in Peg’s wetly streaming cunt, Carol
excitedly placed the thumb and middle finger of one hand at the two
intimate orifices. Gently forcing first her middle finger, she slipped
its tip just inside the tightly resistant opening of Peg’s anus, then,
insinuating the other in her hotly nibbling vaginal mouth,
she plunged the pair of stiffened fingers obscenely up into the
writhing girl’s two burning channels!

“Aaaauugggghhh … God yessssss! That’s it, baby! Ooohhhhhh … finger-
fuck me hard, darling!” the older girl begged, her voluptuous body
jerking convulsively as it began a lurid rhythmic undulation up against
Carol’s enveloping mouth and salaciously plunging fingers.
“Ooooohhhhhh, harder, darling! Fuck them hard … and ooohhhhh … bite
my clitoris! Eeeeiiii … like that! Like that! Oh, honey … I’m going
to cum in a minute … ooohhhhhhh …!”

Cum …? Cum …! God almighty! Carol’s mind screamed inwardly. I’m
going to shatter into a million pieces any second! She could feel
Sultan’s thickly expanding cock still plowing without cease into the
soft hot depths of her churning belly with its hard pointed tip! Her
burning pussy-channel was totally stuffed with its rampaging hardness,
her feverishly clasping vaginal walls working in a rhythmic spasming
action around the long thick shaft of dog-flesh as if it were a
separate entity from the rest of her lust-crazed naked body! Her loins
throbbed unbearably from the wild incessant pounding his sperm-bloated
balls were giving them. She was nothing short of being on the verge of
sensual insanity …

“Oooooohhh now … I’m cummmiinnnngggg …!” Peggy screamed, her hands
frantically winding in Carol’s long blonde hair as she smothered the
younger girl’s face tighter against the wide-split opening of her hotly
spewing cunt!

Slave-like, Carol gave herself completely to the pleasure-bringing
task, knowing the heavenly delight the other had to be reveling in as
she fucked her fingers brutally up into the wet, clutching heat of
Peggy’s spasming cunt and anus! Gently she tongue-stroked the straining
little bud in heir mouth, while her stiffened fingers continued to
plunge in and out, in and out … and then she had to stop!

She raised her own head and cunt-smeared face to choke out a throaty,
animalish cry. Her glazed eyes grew round and unseeing. “Oooohhhh! It’s
too much! I’m going wild …” but her voice choked into a strangled
mixture of sob and ragged sigh, her head beginning to toss frantically
up and down, her long, ash-blonde hair streaming as she began the first
erotic contractions of a violent orgasm! Wildly, she skewered her
undulating buttocks back onto Sultan’s long thick cock in sluttish
frenzy!

The first seizure struck her with all the force of a lightning bolt and
she slammed her naked ass-cheeks back hard onto the deep-thrust red
animal-cock with a desperate lunge. Simultaneously, Sultan fucked
forward with a deep growl, his massive animal hardness beginning to
spew its scalding dog-sperm deep up into her madly churning belly in
long hard spurts!

“0h God oh God I’m cum … c-cummmmmiinnnggggg!” Carol whimpered, her
jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the eruption
exploding like a boiling geyser in her soft white belly and loins! She
threw her head from side to side in the ecstasy of her release … at
last gaping at the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum
oozing whitely from her clenching cuntal mouth still milking hungrily
at her beautiful German shepherd’s slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets
of their sticky white fluids ran hotly down her smooth inner-thighs …
and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts,
her face nestling against Peggy White’s cum-flooded loins as a sigh of
ultimate pleasure slowly escaped her lips …

Chapter 5

Sunshine brightened her bedroom. Carol opened her eyes to it, looking
vacantly around until she saw Sultan’s big, stretched-out form on the
floor beside her. As always, his presence gave her a warm, protected
feeling, but then as she lay there open-eyed for a short moment, an
unpleasantness began to spread through her.

Her head throbbed. She remembered it was Saturday … and then, she
began to recall much more. Abruptly, the blonde-haired girl sat nakedly
upright in her bed and glanced over at the empty space beside her. The
indentation in the pillow was evidence enough if she still needed it!
Peg had been there … there was even a strand of dark brown hair
clinging to the pillow slip!

The whole shameful picture came flooding back in waves of shocking
mental scenes, like something out of a pornographic book, her resisting
brain rejecting each and every sequence at first, then reluctantly
admitting to their individual truths as she began to vividly remember.
But in final hope for escape, the naked girl kicked back the sheet and
looked down between her spread thighs at the cum-soaked blonde curls
tightly sprinkling her young loins. With discerning fingers, Carol
began to examine, immediately detecting the bruised soreness of her
fleshy vaginal lips, and then the more intense irritation of her
sensitive vagina! God, he had! He had done it to her! She’d let Sultan
fuck her …

Her own dog!

In itself, the knowledge that she’d allowed her beautiful pet to make
love to her played a very unimportant part in the guilt Carol Dorsett
felt as she came from the bath after showering for a full thirty-
minutes. It was the realization that all of her other mentally recalled
scenes were just as true … those forbidden acts with Peggy, and they
had been utterly obscene … it was those shockingly lewd memories that
were tearing at her self-appalled mind!

She’d been drunk … not to blame! Peg had taken lustful advantage of
her! She was a lesbian, of course, and knew how to seduce a normal girl
under the influence of liquor! She, herself, had been the perfect dupe,
passionate and hungering for sexual love … what else?

God, she could never face that girl again … not after what she’d done
… licking her cunt and sticking her finger up Peggy’s anus …
actually sucking her clitoris when the older girl was cumming! Not that
the act itself was so bad … but the way Peggy had lured her into it
when she was drunk …!

Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes
unfolded graphically now again and again in her self-deploring mind,
the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for
her to eliminate as the unwanted knowledge of her unnatural acts with
Peggy. Beside her lay Sultan, looking up with innocent eyes, waiting
for just a word of love.

“Oh darling, Carol isn’t angry with you!” she said, hunching down to
stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts pulling too snugly
against the sensitive soreness up between her thighs. She straightened
up and slipped on a loose, over-blouse. In a way, she was sorry now
that she’d asked Mark Cannon for dinner … but how could she have
known that this was ever going to happen?

Sultan rose to his feet and lovingly brushed against her. The feel of
his heavy body rubbing hotly along her thigh made her remember again.
God, what a breathtaking experience her darling had been! Even with all
the rest …! Peggy had been right!

“Come on, baby? Let’s go get some breakfast,” she smiled down at him,
the aspirin she’d gulped beginning to soothe the ache in her head.
“Jonny used to say that nothing is as bad as it’s painted … and
maybe, it isn’t. Come on, darling, let’s cook up a bushel of eggs and
bacon …

* * *

Mark Cannon sipped at his third cup of coffee. He always enjoyed one
before breakfast, one during, and then any number after. He smoked a
cigarette and stared toward where he knew the window was. He was still
not convinced that he ought to use her. She could be vulnerable as
hell, especially against the likes of the people he wanted. But … but
where did his loyalty lie? What did he know about her? Supposing she
was just another neighborhood hooker with a more refined approach?
Maybe she was hung-up, too. These bitches had habits they’d kill for.
He ought to know that! Yeah … you ought to know that, Mr. Cannon!
You’ve got no eyes, remember? And it was just one such darling little
bitch who had thrown the acid that destroyed them!

Mark sighed and drew at his cigarette. He hadn’t slept worth a damn,
his brain working overtime trying desperately to form an image of what
Carol Dorsett looked like. He knew she was tall from where her voice
had sounded when she walked beside him. He doubted that she was heavy
because of her Iight footfalls and smooth, measured step. But such
things as facial features, body contours, short or long-hair, blonde,
brunette, redhead, or … or bald, dammit to hell … those were the
things that drove him damned near mad!

A man didn’t forget what female beauty was like in three years,
especially such a lusty bird-watcher as he’d been. Christ, if he’d ever
known that this affliction had been headed his way he would have
stocked in a mental library of female pulchritude! To look at a
beautiful face again, heavy young breasts, the rounded curves of
touchable hips and buttocks, a well-turned calf and trim ankles …
God, what he wouldn’t give! He shook his head in the inner anguish
eating at him.

Nancy had been a beautiful girl, Mark remembered, not wanting to but
unable to help himself. A man denied sex as long as he had been was apt
to think of the young, curvaceous wife he had enjoyed it with so much.
Oh, there were plenty of whores around he could have for the going
price, cheap enough too in the crummy neighborhood, some of them mighty
cute little bitches, he’d wager, but his years in the department, to
say nothing of the teenage hooker who had blinded him, had left him
cold and bitter toward them. Their callused commodity destroyed any
beauty they might possess … and like everything else, a man could
learn to live without it … up until the point where a sultry voice
like Carol Dorsett’s made all his red corpuscles stand up and nudge
each other. Dammit!

He thought of Nancy again, visualizing her naked beauty, her long
chestnut hair streaming down her tapered, white back … the full up-
thrust of her perfect, dark-nippled breasts. God, what a slender waist
she’d had, and the sweeping flare of those hips and voluptuously
rounded buttocks! He remembered her long legs, the fullness of her
white thighs … and the vee-shaped mass of dark pubic curls up
between! Sonofabitch … he was going to drive himself right up the
frigging wall!

He tried to put her out of his mind, not a difficult task when it came
to any sense of feeling for her, because that was long dead, but from
the standpoint of sex … yeah, there was the rub! Damn, how she’d
loved to fuck … or suck … or anything else that had to do with a
man’s cock! He doubted that he would ever come across another like her,
not with her beauty and insatiable hunger for bed romping. Oh,
somewhere she had sisters-in-kind running free no doubt, but they
weren’t for the likes of a blind-man … anymore than she had been,
once he’d gotten out of the hospital and come home to sit in a chair
and stare in numbed bitterness at a wall he couldn’t see.

Maybe he shouldn’t blame her. What a hell of a life to offer a girl of
twenty-eight, a handicapped husband of the same age, with nothing to
look forward to but a paltry police pension for the rest of their life.
It was no damned wonder she’d wanted to get out and go to work, the way
he had sat around for an entire year feeling sorry for himself … but
on the other hand, she could have waited a little longer for the
adjustment period to run its course, too. Instead, she’d started moving
out on him, going by herself to parties when he refused, and finding
male escorts from the office where she worked.

At first, it hadn’t bothered him too much; he’d been so goddamned
concerned with his own self-pity, but sitting alone two and three
nights a week had given him long, lonesome hours in which to think, and
what he’d begun to conclude wasn’t good. The loss of one sense makes
the others keener, including that of character insight. He’d seen it
coming. In bed, on those rare occasions when he’d begun to feel like it
again, she had turned into a dead-assed log … no response … nothing
there. It wasn’t hard to figure: She was fucking someone else, one of
her office friends … maybe all of them!

One of the boys in the department, Mark had known he could confide in
had chased it down for him. Of course, he’d been right … except there
hadn’t been any office, or “friends,” just a simple long list of
“johns!” Sweet Nancy had joined the ranks of bitches fucking for gain!
She’d become a whore!

The day he’d filed divorce papers, he had also left for New Jersey and
a seeing-eye dog school, the one move that had saved him from losing
his buttons altogether. Thinking about it now, he reached down and
petted the big, faithful animal at his feet, a feeling of warm
affection flowing through him.

“Well, at least we’ve got each other, Queenie,” the handsome, thirty-
one year old man smiled at his inseparable companion and guide. “And
that’s more than a lot of people have. But … I’ll be honest with you,
girl, I wouldn’t be the one to kick a luscious young lady out of bed,
should such a creature happen along.” He rubbed the big German
shepherd’s ears, the way he knew she liked it. “Man, how I wish you
could talk, Queenie; then you could tell me with detail exactly what
our charming Miss Dorsett looks like. Well … we’ll make it a point to
find out more tonight, eh? In the meantime, let’s heat up the coffee
again. I can use another cup before we head out after our bottle of
wine … And what does one drink with meatioaf, girl … white or red

* * *

Breakfast did wonders for Carol. She even found herself blaming Peggy
White less and less for their lewd little party of the night before.
After all, it did take two willing girls to complete the act, and she
hadn’t exactly been a reluctant one from any stand point … but it
could never happen again! She was no lesbian and wasn’t about to let
herself become one, either. There were too many handsome, desirable men
in the world, and one of those very young men was coming to dinner
tonight, she remembered with relish, anything but sorry now that she
had invited him.

She had been so right, though, about Peg and Sultan, and that thought
raising mixed emotions inside her. Even though had it not been for her
passionate neighbor’s lustful educating of the big darling she would
never have known the forbidden pleasure he could and would bring her
whenever she wanted, at the same time Carol jealousy resented the
shapely brunette’s sneaky seduction, when she was supposed to be
looking after him for her. But that would never happen again, either!
She still didn’t know what she would do with him while she looked for
employment, but he was definitely not going to be left with Peggy …

“I wonder, baby …?” she said aloud, reaching down to toy with his
ears as she thought. “Mark Cannon might consider it. I could pay him a
little bit … so much per day … I suppose he could use the money;
everyone can … and that raises a question. I wonder how he exists,
where his money comes from? He must have an income of sorts … and he
can’t be too well off or he wouldn’t live in this horrible section of
town.”

Suddenly Sultan growled his deep-throated sound that Carol had learned
to recognize as an alarm of sorts, and she glanced down at him just as
the buzzer gave her a start. Who could that be this early? She looked
at her watch, surprised to see that it was five minutes short of eleven
o’clock.

“Come on, baby, let’s see who it is,” Carol said, moving toward the
door with the unsavory image of Ed White immediately forming in her
mind.

It was Peggy … neatly dressed in a summer suit, looking somewhat
haggard even with the benefit of carefully applied makeup, though Carol
could understand that. She hadn’t felt like any morning-glory herself a
couple of hours before from all the liquor they’d consumed the previous
night. But she hardly gave her neighbor’s appearance much
consideration; it was difficult enough for her just to face the girl
after what they’d done, and she knew she was shamefully blushing …

“I-I can only stay a minute, Carol,” the attractive brunette said,
closing the door and leaning back against it, her hands resting behind
her on the knob. “I-I had to say good-bye to you before I left. I might
be back … I don’t know … but it occurred to me that you’ll have to
make some other arrangements for Sultan … and … and I couldn’t go
anyway without telling you that I’m sorry … terribly sorry … you’re
such a beautiful, lovable girl …!”

Carol could only stare at her unexpected caller with open mouth, her
own shamed feelings forgotten. Myriad questions began to rush to the
forefront of her puzzled brain, but before she could ask the first one,
Peggy said:

“I’m leaving Ed. I don’t know whether it’s for good or not. Right now,
I hardly know what I’m doing. I’m going to visit my mother in Kansas
… at least for awhile … a month, maybe longer … maybe forever!”

” Peggy! My God What’s happened … or … or can’t you tell me?” Carol
gasped, her voice lowering to a near-whisper as she tried to search the
girl’s face for answers, a sudden feeling of being left very much alone
in an undesirable situation welling up inside her.

“No, darling … I can’t tell you … that is, it’s better if you don’t
know!” Peggy answered. “It’s something I learned only this morning, and
all this time it’s been going on … I just never realized it!”

“B-But you can’t tell me what it is …?”

“It’s better, baby, that you don’t know!” the tall, dark-haired girl
whispered. “But … but as soon as you can, move out of here … and
get away from Westland, Carol! You don’t belong here! Promise me you
will?”

“Yes, yes, of course … I already intended to do that as soon as
possible … but … but you’re frightening me, Peg!” Carol admitted.
“And … and I don’t know what it is that I’m supposed to be frightened
of!”

“Oh God …! I wish I could tell you, but for your own sake I can’t,
baby!” Peggy said, tears glazing her eyes as she moved forward to
warmly clasp hold of Carol’s arms. “Please forgive me … for
everything, love, including last night? I should never have let it
happen … for your sake … but I couldn’t help myself! Just … just
don’t hate me, Carol! Get out of here as soon as you can … today if
possible … and everything will be all right! Do you understand me,
baby? Get as far away from here as you can!”

“Peggy …!” Carol choked out for lack of knowing what else to say.
“Please … you can’t just run off like this … I’m in a fog! I … I
can’t just pick up and move like that … today! What is it? My God,
you’ve got to tell me …!”

Instead, the ravishing brunette kissed her fully on the lips, hugged
her tight, then swung away to jerk open the door. “Good-bye, Carol
darling … and please … don’t hate me …”

“Peggy …!” Carol called after her as the other quickly walked to her
own door where two heavy valises sat, picked them up and hurried toward
the entrance of the building without looking back again!

Slowly, Carol closed her door, locking it. God, she wasn’t about to
chase after her! Her brain swam. Excerpts of the older girl’s words
raced pelt-mell through it, some of them making sense, others making
none at all! She went to the front window in time to see a taxi-door
close, and the vehicle suddenly speeding off! An unpleasant emptiness
filled her lower stomach. What was it Peg had been too frightened to
tell her … and what was it that could make her leave Ed White this
morning, when last night it had been he needs me … I love him …?

A clammy chill shivered frighteningly upward along Carol’s spine. She
looked toward the building down the street where Mark Cannon lived.
Somehow, there was reassurance in knowing she had a friend there …
for outside of Sultan, she didn’t have another in the world at that
very moment!

Extremely upset, Carol backed away from the window and walked to the
small kitchenette, the powerful German shepherd’s ever closeness
rallying her. Thank God for him! She would be lost, utterly and totally
lost! Mark would understand that. Yes, more than anyone, he would
appreciate her feelings! She set the coffee-pot onto the burner to re-
heat, then reached up into cupboard to find what was left of the brandy
she’d bought months back. She had to think … to try and decipher some
meaning from Peggy’s alarming statements, as well as calm herself
enough to do it, and spiked coffee sounded like the remedy.

Carol lighted a rare cigarette and finished her first coffee royale,
blending a second as for the fourth time she went back over the extent
of their short conversation to the best of her ability. She had
arrived, at some very definite conclusions. Either Peg had found Ed in
bed with another one of his teenagers, or he had threatened her to the
point where she didn’t dare stay in the apartment with him any longer!
Whichever the actual reaso