Beastiality

Young blonde Peggy Davis worried all the way into town on Saturday
morning that this was a mistake. She knew it was Bob’s idea and she
always went along with whatever her husband told her, as he was the man
of the house even when he was away on a cruise. She was not like some
of those Navy wives she could mention who couldn’t wait until their
husbands were away at sea so that they could run things their own way
again. Why, she knew women who had whole wardrobes, even wigs, that
they never wore when their husbands were in port, only when they were
away! She could never do something like that, not in a million years!
She certainly could never look Bob in the eye again if she ever once
did something that sneaky and conniving. But all the same, this seemed
like sort of a mistake. Of course, if she had been like those other
women, she could have just ignored her husband’s letter and gone on
about her business. Some of those girls could just stand there and lie
with a straight face when the ships came in at the base in Norfolk, but
not Peggy Davis! Bob said to get a watchdog for their house trailer and
she was going to do it.

She supposed it was really her fault, telling him about that break-in
over at Mildred Dupree’s place. And that poor cocktail waitress that
was attacked and raped going home from work early in the morning hours.
Maybe if she hadn’t been hard up for news to write him about she never
would have mentioned those awful things, but she had, and now he was
worried and wanted her to have a dog to protect her. Sure, she knew it
was silly, but Bob said to look around for one and that was what she
did.

For a while it looked like nothing was going to turn up and she had
almost decided to give it up as a lost cause. Just one dog had been
offered, a German shepherd. That was one of the kinds Bob suggested,
but they wanted a hundred and fifty dollars for him. A hundred and
fifty dollars for a dog! Why that was more than the monthly payment on
their trailer! But then, she’d heard about this one this morning and
the price was certainly right … it was free if she wanted it!

Annie Dalton was an old friend of her mother’s who worked as a
volunteer at the Animal Home Shelter in town and Annie had been one of
the first people Peggy went to see when she got Bob’s letter but there
wasn’t a single dog in the shelter that came close to being the
watchdog type and Peggy had given up on finding one that way when the
postcard came from Annie. There was a beautiful male Doberman pinscher,
she had said, whose owners had unfortunately been killed in an
automobile accident on the interstate. One of the male volunteers had
brought him in and initial reports were that he was extremely vicious
so she had not thought of suggesting this one. But Annie herself had
seen the dog, even took him out for a walk, and she reported that it
must have been the shock of the accident that upset him for he had the
temperament of a lamb — with her anyway — though he still did not
seem to get along with any of the men who worked there. Apparently no
one in the family up north wanted him so he was theirs to dispose of
and it was this or … well, Peggy didn’t even want to think about that
because she had always loved animals, any kind, big or small, since she
was a tiny little girl on the farm. Oh, she hoped he would be friendly
and like her! If she had to get a dog now even though their budget
could scarcely afford another mouth to feed, she hoped it would be a
nice animal. A nice happy companion to keep her company until Bob got
home, that was all she asked!

* * *

Hero was indeed a high-strung devil, just as the shelter had warned
her, and, for a few minutes Peggy was sure in the back of her mind that
she couldn’t take him. Lordy, he was just too jumpy and nervous! She
couldn’t have a dog around like that! But it was the eyes that clinched
the deal … he had the most beautiful, soul-stirring black eyes she
had ever seen! They were so … well, so human! He didn’t really look
like a dog at all when she looked at him head-on, right into those
beautiful peepers! Well, one look and she was sold. And Hero had
another home.

His name was about all they knew about him, and only because it was
engraved into his studded leather and metal collar on a small plate.
Just Hero, nothing more. Those poor people who died must have been a
strange family, Peggy found herself thinking as she drove back to
Paradise Grove Trailer Estates. Why, such a nice car and all, and
apparently lots of money, too, but Annie had told her — in strictest
confidence, of course, as it was really official shelter business —
that none of the relatives from up north even came for the funeral.
They just sent some money down through a lawyer and had it all arranged
here and not one of them would take the poor dog! Like it was his fault
somehow that they got killed. Peggy looked back in the back seat where
the big handsome Doberman pinscher sat quietly and she could see his
eyes — those gorgeous eyes! — staring at her in the rear-view mirror
… Don’t you worry, fella’ — you’ve got a home now and I’ll try to
make you forget all the pain you’ve been through!

And it was true that they seemed to get along beautifully right from
the very start. Annie had suggested it might be because Peggy looked
like the dog’s deceased mistress, but the young Navy wife put that
notion aside. “Ugh, Annie, that’s the most morbid thing I’ve ever
heard! He’s just like all dogs … he can tell when someone likes him.
And I think he’s just adorable! Hero and I are going to be the best of
friends, aren’t we, big boy?” she said, and just like he understood
every word, the big muscular animal sat up and barked. But it was a
friendly sort of “show-off” bark and Peggy could see he liked her as
much as she liked him.

It was nearly four o’clock when the young blonde wife got home with her
new charge, wending her way through the Saturday afternoon Virginia
beach traffic, and it was hot enough that she was really glad their
house trailer was air-conditioned. They never would have bought such a
luxury, not on Bob’s Navy pay, but as luck would have it, they had
spotted an ad for a trailer sales company that was throwing in a room-
sized air-conditioner with all trailers purchased that weekend, and so
they had hurried down and now they had one of the few trailers on their
whole street that was air-conditioned. And it really made a difference
when she came home, tired and worn out from a day at the supermarket
where she worked as a cashier. Saturday and Sunday she had off,
luckily, because some of the other girls had to work a half day
Saturday mornings or afternoons, and it was nice on these summer days
just to sit around inside and watch TV and not get all hot and sticky.
She liked Virginia well enough, but the summers were just so humid down
here in the Tidewater area, what with ocean and bays and marshes all
around. Back inland, toward the Blue Ridge where she had grown up on a
tiny farm before her dad had died and she and her mother moved down to
Norfolk where the jobs were easy to get, the weather was so much
better. Colder maybe in the winter, but none of this dam sticky
humidity! She’d certainly be glad when Bob’s orders for San Diego came
through. Of course, it wasn’t definite yet, but he had written that
there was a pretty good chance of their going, and for days that was
all she could think about. California! She’d dreamed of it since she
was a little girl and went to see all those awful movies about
California hot-rodders and beach bums. It had been then sort of an
escape for her, dreaming about one day being out there in all that
sunshine and easy living. That was when her mother was working nights
at a textile mill and she was trying to make it through high school and
working Saturdays and Sunday afternoons right there in the same
supermarket she worked in now. Of course, she had seniority now and it
wasn’t so bad, what with getting the best shifts and picking her own
lunch break times and all, but it had been awfully rough in those days.

“Hero, how about a bath, fella? You look like you could use one after
all that time in the shelter.” The huge black Doberman seemed to ponder
her words a few seconds and then his eyes actually sparkled with warmth
and that amazing trusting love that animals have for people who treat
them nicely. He trotted to her side and licked her hand as it dangled
and then sat expectantly at her feet, his face glowing with what had to
be an actual smile! It was uncanny! Two hours together and he seemed as
devoted as a treasured pet she might have had for years and years!

“Well then, good-looking, let’s go out back and I’ll give you a good
scrubbing, how about that?” Hero sensed the warmth and affection in his
new mistress’ voice even if he was unsure what she meant and he wagged
his behind and his short Doberman tail excitedly. “You’re just
incredible, Hero! I always heard that Dobermans were supposed to be
fierce and mean. You don’t seem at all like that to me, though I
wouldn’t want to tangle with you if you got mad!” She patted him
affectionately and felt the hard muscular animal flesh ripple under her
touch beneath his short dark fur; he pranced up and down like a
Tennessee Walker, eagerly anticipating whatever it was that his
wonderful new mistress planned for him. She led the way outside and he
pranced along happily at her heels, through the kitchen door and out
into the tiny yard behind the large house trailer. There was a fence
around the area and here and there a few brave flowers were sprouting
from the leached out Virginia soil. Next door was an almost identical
back yard that wore a more lived-in look and on a folding chaise lounge
was a tall slim brunette in a very skimpy pink bikini stretched out in
the hot afternoon sun. Hero’s keen eyesight enabled him to spot the
woman immediately as he leaped from the trailer onto the earth outside
and he froze expectantly at his mistress’ side as the woman rose from
her reclining position and hurried to the fence. He did not know the
woman was Peggy’s best friend, her neighbor, Dottie Mangum, and so he
stood rigidly, poised to defend his new mistress if she gave the word.

“Peggy! When did you get the dog? He’s so handsome!” She hurried around
to the gate at the side of both their trailers and let herself in.
Immediately Hero tensed and his lips came back to bare his sharp,
pointed teeth and he growled menacingly. “Oh! Is he mean!” exclaimed
the darker-haired woman as she began to back slowly toward the gate,
her hand to her mouth in sudden anxiety. “He won’t bite me, will he?”

Peggy crouched beside the threatening dog and stroked his head gently,
slowly so as not to frighten him. “Just stay where you are, Dottie,”
she said from the corner of her mouth and then to the animal, “That’s a
good boy, it’s okay. You just don’t know Dottie yet and you deserve
some praise for coming to my defense.”

“What defense, already? I was just coming in to see him!”

Peggy waved her arm at her friend to quiet her. “He didn’t know that,
Dottie! He just thought you were going to hurt me, didn’t you,
handsome? Come on over now and I’ll introduce you. Hero, this is my
friend … she won’t do me any harm and she is to be your friend too,
understand?” She looked deeply into the huge animal’s soulful black
eyes and he really seemed to understand every word! It was incredible!

“Uh, hello, Hero … is that his name?” Dottie held out her hand
timidly, and Hero sniffed it and gave it an affectionate lick. “You’re
amazing, big boy! Peggy, what a smart dog! Where’d you get him? Tell me
all about it, okay?”

“All right, all right,” replied Peggy. “But you’ll have to help me give
him a bath. I’ll tell you all about it while we scrub him down, okay?
He’s got quite a history, this lovable boy!”

“Ooooh, certainly! I’ll help you! What girl wouldn’t want a chance to
wash a big handsome devil like him!” Dottie giggled.

“Well, you just remember he’s mine, Dottie Mangum,” exclaimed the pert
young blonde.

“And don’t you forget it, either!”

Chapter 2

Dottie hurried back home when she heard Eddie’s car pull up in front of
their house trailer, or mobile home as he liked to call it. She had
stayed over at Peggy’s too long and completely forgotten that it was
nearing dinner time and her husband would be home. “Yoo-hoo, darling,
here I am!” she called cutely, well aware that half the homecoming
husbands on the street were feasting their eyes on the well-shaped
curves so scarcely concealed under her pale pink bikini. “I’m over
here, honey!”

Eddie Mangum wore a thin tight smile even at this hour, after a day at
the office that had begun with a cup of coffee and two doughnuts at an
all-night doughnut stand at seven this morning. His smile was the badge
of his profession, and, like his comrades of the backslap, handshake
and telephone call, he wore it proudly. Eddie — never Ed or Edward —
was a PR man, a public relations account executive with Randolph and
Phitts and was fast earning his star as number one man around the
offices downtown. At thirty, he had his career mapped out for him and
he did not mind particularly a couple of years purgatory here in
Virginia if it would advance his standing. “Hello honey … good
afternoon, Peggy!” His wife was at his side now and he caught a quick
glance of old Cecil Wilkins across the street nearly falling out the
door trying to get a better look at the good looking brunette inside
that flimsy bikini. “C’mon, let’s go inside and cool off. We don’t want
to give the local hayseeds too much of a free show, now, do we?”

Dottie laughed huskily and put an arm around her husband. “Those
hillbillies? They wouldn’t even know what to do if I dropped my bikini
pants and waved them at them!”

Eddie pulled open the glass storm door and they went inside. “Don’t kid
yourself, Dottie. Some of these boys are pretty slick!”

“Slick! The only thing slick about them is the grease they put on their
hair!”

“Oh, honey, you [CENSOR] me, the way you talk! I know it’s not exactly the
greatest place in the world but you know it’s only for a couple of more
years and then we’ll be moving to one of the bigger offices.”

She shook her head. “I don’t care, it’s still the armpit of the world
and I miss California! We don’t have any real friends here and we don’t
ever get to … well, you know.”

“Yeah, baby, I know. You don’t get to swing here because the police
would probably lynch us publicly if the word got out … if the
neighbors didn’t do it first.”

He was right and she could not deny it. It was not easy to remember how
they had become a part of that southern California “swingers” society
but somehow it just happened. Maybe it was just a small party they went
to at first, she thought, but it all seemed so long ago now that it was
hard to be sure. They had never planned it, of course, but all of a
sudden they were just in it. Small groups at first, then larger pool
parties with all the girls running around topless and then the men
jumping out of their bathing trunks and wow! All those big thick cocks
swinging around and everybody fucking and sucking and God knows what!
Oh Christ, it made her all wet and warm in her bikini bottoms just
thinking about it! One night alone she had gone into the bedrooms with
eight different men! Eight! And every single one of them had fucked her
until she saw stars and she remembered she had screamed so loudly from
sheer ecstasy that the hostess had to come in once and quiet her down
so the neighbors wouldn’t complain. Oh, California, those were the
days!

“Wistful daydreaming again?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry … yes, you’re right. I’ll be all right now. It
just gets me down sometimes living here. Especially when I remember the
good times back in California. I sure wish we could get something going
here!”

“Well, stop wishing! You know that sort of thing is out of the
question!” he said imperatively. Then he added, “However … if you do,
be sure to include that sweet piece next door!”

Dottie laughed and reached for the hooks that held her bikini top
together. “Still got the hots for Peggy Davis, huh? I don’t understand
… she’s certainly nice enough, but she doesn’t seem your type at
all.”

“Oh yeah, maybe she’s a little country, but baby, those bazooms! Jesus,
she’s got a pair of knockers on her that just won’t quit!”

“Now you’re turning into a tit man, eh? I thought you were a fanny-
grabber from way back!”

“I am, I am! But she’s no slouch in that department either. Man, would
I ever like to throw the ol’ meat to that little honey!”

Dottie had wriggled out of her bikini top now and her rich full breasts
had spilled free of their cups and swung tantalizingly down to her
chest, twin white melon-shaped islands in a sea of tanned flesh, capped
with the crinkly dark half-dollar nipples that peered at him like an
extra pair of eyes.

“Anything wrong with the knockers you have at home?” she purred
seductively, one hand under each breast, lifting its soft weight
lightly and holding the resilient mounds up and out in unmistakable
offering to her ambitious young husband.

“Oh baby, you know better than that!” her husband exclaimed, hurriedly
getting out of his white shirt and tie. “Let me at ‘em!” he cried and
pounced on her like a sailor on a five dollar whore. All at once his
lips were everywhere on her naked flesh, warmly licking the hardening
tips of her nipples, tracing a path with the moistness of his tongue-
tip between her proudly bulging peaks of feminine flesh.

His hands coursed over the smoothness of her bare back and down over
the lust-inciting swell of her shapely buttocks, as his fingers probed
deeply into the moist and hairless nether cleft and his thumbs hooked
in the tight elastic strip of her bikini, pulling it down and over the
full womanly curve of her ass-cheeks. She spread her thighs just a
little so that he could tug the tightly-fitting swimsuit bottoms down
along her long lithe legs and she stepped out of them with a little
shiver of anticipation and excitement. She liked being naked, it felt
good to her, and if there was a man there too it made it all so much
more exciting! Her husband’s tongue dropped from the tingling fleshy
mounds of her breasts and traced a thin trail along the smooth flatness
of her belly, rubbing over the soft, nearly invisible little hairs that
led the way to the fluffy vee-shaped mound of pubic softness below. She
shivered again, more violently this time, as his tongue made its
initial electric contact with the nerve-filled bud of her tiny pink
clitoris. “Ohhh, God, Eddie, that’s so good! Your tongue there on my
clit like that is fantastic, fantastic!”

He had pulled himself free of his trousers and undershorts without ever
once taking his tongue away from the fragrant dampness of her warmly
secreting vaginal cleft. Christ, it was so delicious! It was uncanny,
but there always seemed to be something different about Dottie … some
exotic forbidden taste she had to her there that was so good it was
addictive!

She pushed him away firmly but gently and for a second he looked up at
her with a puzzled expression but when he saw that certain little tight
grin spreading across her beautiful face, he knew what was coming. God,
how that woman liked to suck cock! Man, she could eat four before
breakfast and still be hungry!

Dottie looked down into her husband’s eyes and pushed on his shoulders
until he took the hint and let himself fall backward onto the carpeted
floor. Christ, how she wanted him now! Nothing could turn her on like
the hot hardened feel of a good thick cock there so deliciously in her
mouth. And when it squirted its scalding thick load down her throat all
she had to do was merely squeeze her thighs tightly together to massage
her clitoris between the moist warm lips of her vagina and she would
cum like a speeding freight train!

The heavily panting brunette was trembling with anticipatory excitement
as she leaned over her husband to trail her full lips wetly down over
the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she
purred softly, “Ready, lover? You want your big hot prick sucked,
baby?” He moaned under her practiced touch and she kept it up, knowing
he liked it when she talked like that. Most men did. It seemed to
appeal to their baser instincts and it never failed to get the action
started. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his stiffened hardness
which was so achingly erect there jutting out from the slight paunch of
his abdomen. She crawled in between his spread legs to hover on all
fours with her face just above the towering red length of his lust-
engorged penis, knowing that he could feel her heated breath on him
there and he was squirming in eager anticipation of the feel of her
moist warm lips clasped tight around his aching rigidity.

Eddie choked out a muffled grunt as he lay on the living room rug, and
she began to stroke his thickened rod of male hardness first with one
hand and then between both hands with a slow, pressuring motion. He
groaned again, thrusting his loins upward as the warm wetness of her
tongue-moistened lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his
now steel-hard cock.

“Mmmmm,” she cooed excitedly and he groaned once again, reaching down
and knotting his fingers in her shoulder length brown hair to guide the
rhythm of her now lewdly bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his
head now to watch her contorted face as she lustfully stuffed all of
his fleshy hardness between her ovalled lips. It made the sensation
that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy
cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for
Dottie whenever she could actually see her husband’s laving tongue as
it washed into the open moist crevice of her pinkly throbbing cunt.

And now Dottie’s rapt attention was centered solely on the pulsating
hardness fucking deep into her mouth. Sometimes, just to make the
enjoyment even more exciting and wicked, she would close her eyes and
pretend that it wasn’t Eddie’s cock in her mouth at all, but some other
man’s. Mr. Conner, the muscle-bound garage mechanic that lived down the
street. Or perhaps Rick, the delivery boy who brought the groceries
when she left an order at the Super-Save Market instead of driving into
town to the big stores. What difference did it make? A cock was a cock
and it was true, she did love to suck them! Any cock! Just the taste of
them started the ol’ juices flowing down there between her thighs and
pretty soon she would be so wet that there would be a big damp spot on
the insides of her legs if she kept them together. With these lewd
thoughts in mind, she sucked up and off his rigid hardness then and
began to play over the purplish spongy glans with the tip of her
tongue, boring teasingly into the tiny wetness of its little end-slit
the way she knew every man liked. He shook beneath her slavering tongue
as if he were feverish, and once more she worked the heavy outer layer
of foreskin up and down, finally drawing it all the way back to slide
her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy organ, enclosing the
swollen, blood-filled knob at the end in the hot moist pressure of her
mouth. She tightened them elastically around its solid thickness and
again began moving her head around in the lewd motion she knew her
husband liked to see.

“Suck it baby, suck it!” Eddie gasped loudly as she gently cupped the
leathery sac of his cum-laden testicles with one hand and stroked the
base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other.
At the same time, she twirled her saliva-moistened tongue spiritedly
around his smooth warm cock-head with every upward suck, letting the
tip flick maddeningly into its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex,
and was certain that his head was raised and his eyes were still upon
her, watching the lust-provoking spectacle of her obscenely bobbing
head presented for him.

With her woman’s intuition, the cock-hungry brunette sensed rather than
felt his throbbing reaction and began to suck his throbbing member
harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting flesh,
leaving wispy bloodless trails beneath the surface of the skin. With an
uncontrollable feeling of masochism, Dottie began taking more and more
of it into her mouth, sucking it toward the shelter of her throat,
sliding her hands down beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins
up tighter toward her face. Furiously, with the passion of a savage
animal, she swirled her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knob
of his cock until she knew it was nearing the bursting point and would
soon explode in a torrent of thick pleasure-giving cum that would gush
down her throat and fill her completely with its seething warmth.
Almost every inch of its thickly rigid length was buried down her
clasping throat!

Remembering her little secret thrill, she tightened her thighs together
then, massaging their supple resilience rhythmically against one
another to squeeze the pink hair-lined lips of her cuntal crevice
together and massage pleasurably the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect
clitoris. Almost immediately great swirls of familiar heat began to
pressure her in the seething fury of her naked loins and belly. She
felt her desire-swollen breasts swaying erotically beneath her in time
to her every slaving movement. Below her, the muscles of her husband’s
belly began to tauten like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the
carpet to push his pounding cock-flesh even further into the sucking
cavern of her wetly enveloping throat. Eddie began to moan then as if
in great pain, the signal for her that he was almost there and she set
herself determinedly, fervidly straining her slim girlish thighs and
cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate moment of his sweet climax.
She knew that just one taste would be all she needed. One pungent drop
of his hot sweet cum and her own belly would explode in rapturous
ecstasy!

Suddenly he groaned and then gasped hoarsely, “Shove it down there,
baby! All the way, you sweet cock-sucker, all the way! It’s cumming,
honey … it’s … Aaaaaaaahhhhh!

With a shuddering chill of passion that rocked through both of them,
the voluptuously working brunette sucked with savage fury until every
last thick drop of his viscous load was swallowed deep inside her.
Wildly she sucked as he emptied his semen-filled balls far back into
her wetly clasping throat and once she nearly gagged on the torrent of
rich hot wetness but still she managed to gulp it all down. And when he
had moaned his last and given his final signaling shudder, she gently
licked him clean and lay down across his still-quivering belly, a
crooked smile of peaceful ecstasy across her cum-moistened lips.

Eddie Mangum looked down at his naked tan wife and sighed under his
breath. God, she was something, all right. Why, half the men in this
country would trade their own wives and half their fortunes for a woman
like her. And he was appreciative, no question about that. But
sometimes … well, sometimes at those special quiet moments like this
one, after the gasping, choking frenzy of their mutual lust and
passion, he would think quietly to himself. Think about the times in
California, the swapping and the wild parties. And it was times like
this when he worried about Dottie. She was a nympho at heart and they
both knew that. She had her own special kind of frenzied passions and
needs locked inside her and sometimes she was just too much for one man
– any man — to handle. That was why he missed California … Dottie
was always satisfied out there and if for some reason — too much work
or a touch of the flu — he wasn’t able to take care of this insatiable
desires of hers, well, someone else would. And then, of course, he
would get his turn with the other man’s wife. That was part of the game
and that way nobody got hurt.

But here it was different. Here there was only him … unless Dottie
looked elsewhere on her own and he knew she wouldn’t do that. Yes, he
worried … she was like a leopard that someone had made a house pet
of. Sweet and purring and loving, but one day … all that animal
savagery and frenzied passion might spill over and … no, he didn’t
want to think of it. Not now. He knew what Dottie would want in a
minute when she got her breath back and it wouldn’t do to have his mind
on something else!

Chapter 3

Peggy Davis finished bathing and rinsing her new short-haired Doberman
pinscher alone after Dottie hurried home to meet her husband. The
lonely blonde felt that familiar pain in her heart when she saw Eddie
pull up in front of their mobile home, his face all smiles and his eyes
filled with love for his wife. It was at times like these that Peggy
knew the heartache of being a serviceman’s wife. Being alone for months
on end without her man. Without any man! Oh stop that, she cursed to
herself, damn it Peggy you have to get a grip on yourself and stop
thinking so much about it. It’s hard on any woman going so long without
… well … I just have to stop thinking about it, that’s all! Bob’s
going through enough without having to worry about his wife too!

She recalled the anecdote he had told her just before he left, the old
Navy line about how “every sailor comes home with the hope he won’t
find his wife just as he left her … freshly fucked!” It was a
terribly crude way of putting it but she knew those poor men and boys
thought about it a lot when they were away for months on end. But then
she remembered what some of the other girls had told her about the
famous Mediterranean liberty ports — Palma de Mallorca with all its
Scandinavian tourist girls down for a good time, Naples with all those
big-breasted Italian women — and she’d seen enough Italian movies to
know what they were like! Oh stop it, you can’t keep thinking like
this!

“C’mon, Hero, let’s go inside, baby,” she whispered softly as if he
could understand. “You’ll just have to keep me company for a couple
more months until Bob gets home. You will do it, won’t you big boy?
Peggy’s strong handsome Hero … let’s go in and I’ll dry you with a
towel and see about some food for you!”

She took a large fluffy bath towel from the hallway linen cupboard and
wrapped it around the muscular animal and began to stroke him lovingly
beneath the heavy cloth until his fur was completely dry. As she rubbed
him tenderly, the big black dog looked directly at her with those dark
sensitive eyes of his and she could just feel her insides melt from the
unashamed love and affection he exhibited so openly there. He wasn’t
like a human, he didn’t keep it hidden from view. No, he was open and
proud of his love for her and it made her feel warm all over to see
that he had fallen for her as easily as she had for him. It was
frightening … unreal somehow, that look in his eyes. Those deep dark
pools seemed to hold all the secrets of the world, all the love, all
the hate … she laughed at herself for feeling so foolishly
melodramatic, but he was almost human. No, he wasn’t … he was more
than human, he was a spirit trapped in an animal’s body!

“Oh, Hero, I have to stop letting my mind wander,” Peggy said to him
softly and he cocked his big animal head and gazed at her like he
comprehended every word. “You’re just a big lovable dog and no more.
But you’re mine now and we have each other even if there’s nothing else
for us right now.” She was thinking of the hurt they shared — he
without his master and mistress, though he probably could not
understand that it was a permanent separation yet. That would come in
time. And herself without her man. The pretty blonde shivered and felt
a bit of moistness in her eyes. Hero, I guess I really am the lucky
one. At least my Bob is coming back … you will have to carry your
hurtful loss around the rest of your life.

Suddenly she felt very close to him and she hugged him tenderly about
his furry neck and he seemed to understand because he licked her wetly
on the cheek and his tiny stub-tail began to wag frantically and soon
his whole sinewy body was quivering and prancing around. “Okay, my
handsome man, I’ll stop being so melancholy and we’ll concentrate on
having a good time. Neither of us needs to be reminded of our sorrows
right now, do we?”

Hero looked at her understandingly and his animal thoughts ranged back
over his short life until he remembered another moment such as this …
the day his real mistress brought him home from the place where he had
been born and weaned. She was much like this human, that mistress of
his, young and vibrant and always saying soft loving human words that
sounded so pleasing to his ears. She had loved him too and he loved her
in return with that special kind of permanent devotion known only to
animals and not to humans.

His mistress had taken him to a big house in the outdoors, not close to
the frightening noises that humans made with their machines that raced
along the asphalt paths, and there he had lived for three years until
his mistress and her human companion, the one she called her husband,
decided to take that unfortunate trip south for a holiday. Hero
scarcely remembered his mistress’s husband as he was seldom around and
when he was, he treated Hero badly, like just another piece of
furniture and it made him feel badly that his mistress spent so much
time with that human when he was home.

Hero felt his pulse quicken as he remembered all the wonderful times he
had spent with his mistress. But this human seemed to be his mistress
now. He could not fully understand it. There had been an awful noise
and he remembered that his mistress had cried out and he had tried to
bark and leap from the rear seat of that machine to help her as she
sounded in real fright but there was another noise and he remembered
tumbling and falling as if he had run off the edge of the earth and
then there was nothing. There were other humans finally and strange
sounds and smells and then they took his mistress away and he tried to
bite the men in white who were carrying her but some other humans
caught him and he was thrown into the back of another human machine
that smelled of dogs and cats and he was taken away. That all seemed a
long time ago to Hero now but he remembered it just as a human would.

His legs grew weak and he became nervous and fretful as he recalled
especially those special moments he and his mistress had shared
together … those times alone when her human companion was away and
they were free to be themselves. He remembered the special tricks his
mistress had taught him and how he had performed them faithfully,
though they seemed useless at first. But he had quickly grown to love
and enjoy their special quiet moments together, and as he became aware
of the joy and happiness his performance could bring to his wonderful
mistress he began to perform his special tricks as often as she would
allow him, with or without her urging. It became their secret life
together and they shared it with no one and she seemed never to want
him to perform his special skills when her human companion was around
and that made him sad and he always longed for the day when her human
would go away and they would be alone again.

And now, here, just for a moment he thought he had sensed that certain
special aura that always triggered his well-trained skills with his
mistress. It was a special scent that she seemed to be able to give off
as a kind of signal for him and it seemed that he sensed it here with
this new human — his new mistress? — as she talked to him in soft
quiet words that were so pleasing.

But no … now the scent was gone and perhaps he would never be able to
perform his wonderful tricks again. It made him sad to think of it and
he lay down quietly at his new human’s door as she began to undress.

“You’re so well-scrubbed and clean, Hero, that I feel ashamed by
comparison,” Peggy said to him in soft gentle tones unaware of his
animal thoughts. “You wait a second and I’ll put out some food for you
so you can eat while I take a bath, okay?”

Hero watched curiously as she took off her dress and he could see
nearly all of her suntanned human skin and he was reminded of his real
mistress — she had looked a lot like this when she undressed. And he
felt that keenness begin to stir in his animal loins, for it was at
times like this, alone with his mistress, that she sometimes took off
her clothes like this and it was usually then that he got the special
scent and he knew that she wanted him to perform his special tricks.

She was completely without clothing now. He could see all of her flesh
fully and his heart ached at the sight — she was so much like his
mistress. And now his mistress had gone and left him somehow. But this
human had turned away from him and he could see easily that certain
portions of her body that stirred this familiar restlessness in his
powerful animal loins. But no, he could not … it had to be as he was
taught. He was a well-trained animal and he would await his orders
always and not be a disgrace to his breed.

“Okay, handsome,” she said. “Follow me and we’ll rustle up something
good for you.” He leaped to his feet in one easy stride and padded
softly behind her to the kitchen, his keen eyes on her bikini-stripped
buttocks as she walked ahead of him. With hungry eyes he watched her
open a can of dog food and spoon it into a dish for him. In three gulps
he had finished it and was running to catch up with her in the
bathroom. Yes, she was much the same as his mistress. There was no
difference that he could perceive. And she was indeed kind to him, not
like those humans back at that awful place who had kept him penned up
with a bunch of stray dogs and trash from the alleys. He would like to
perform with her, for her …

Peggy ran the bath water as hot as she could stand it and then slipped
gingerly into the soothing tub, stretching her five feet-four inches
beneath the warm waters as she lay back against the end of the tub, her
eyes closed. It seemed that all of the day’s cares and pains just
seeped out of her magically and into the bath water. She splashed it
cautiously onto her breasts and gasped as she felt an electric tingle
race down into the depths of her belly. Oh Bob, why do you have to be
so far away? Why can’t you be here with me, right now … right here in
this tub! Naked and … oh I mustn’t! Words and thoughts like that
can’t help me … it’ll only be worse!

When she had stretched her peaceful sojourn as long as she could and
there was no hot water left in the water heater to add and keep the
bath comfortably warm, Peggy rose from the tub, wrapped herself in a
fluffy bath sheet and quickly dried off. Hero was curled peacefully in
the doorway, seemingly watching her, and she felt a tiny bit uneasy
somehow — there was indeed something strange about that animal. It was
as if he were not a dog at all but another human …

Peggy shrugged it off and went about the business of drying and hunting
for pantyhose and clean panties. The bath had not really helped, at
least not the way she had hoped. Instead of soothing away her gnawing
anxieties, the hot water seemed only to have temporarily muffled them
and now she was feeling the sexual frustration more than ever. Oh God,
I don’t know if I can stand it much longer, she confessed to herself.
How do those women do it, the ones who stay true and faithful and wait
for their husbands for years and years? I mean, how do they keep from
going crazy!? Damn it, there I go again … I’ve got to find something
to occupy my mind or go nuts!

She cursed herself for the rapidly warming glow she felt between her
legs. Damn it, aren’t I like all the others? I’m no tramp … I’ve
never done it with anyone but Bob, but … Oh Christ, how I need a man
right now!

Suddenly she felt her cheeks flush and she laughed out loud at her
foolishness. Wow, that had to be the ultimate … I’ve embarrassed
myself! Nobody here but Hero and I’m blushing like a bride!

But it was true. Bob had been the only one for her. And he had always
been enough for her. Dear God, sometimes he kept her going until the
sun was coming up! But he wasn’t here now … and he could do nothing
to quench this aching hunger that was driving her insane with its
gnawing tenacity! Sometimes it was like a blow torch being held to her
vagina, searing her with a thousand degrees of flaming desire!

She bent over to look in the bottom drawer of the hall closet for some
panties and a brassiere. There had not been a sound to even hint that
Hero had moved from his newfound spot in front of the bathroom door but
… Oh!!

Peggy nearly screamed from the sudden cold surprise, but she didn’t
move. She was still bent over, frozen immobile at the feel of the
unmistakable cool wetness of Hero’s nose high up on the soft warm
inside of her left thigh! She could not say why she did not jerk
upright in shock or fear, or at least in decency, but she didn’t …
maybe it was the prurient excitement of the thoughts that had been in
her mind just moments before! Instead, she continued to bend over there
in the hallway, waiting and knowing that the big animal’s cold wet nose
was up between her thighs from behind, obscenely sniffing. And then the
hot pressured touch of his unmistakable tongue came against the
moistness of her seeping vaginal lips … God, he had sensed her
passion and gone for it the only way he knew!

Why else would he have done it? It had to be that, and his long thick
tongue felt like a flaming torch caressing the swollen lips of her
hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-
over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue maddeningly up
between her open thighs, along the full length of her wetly flushed
cuntal slit!

Slowly, Peggy raised up from her bent-over position, only because it
was becoming uncomfortable and she was starting to get dizzy. She
turned to gaze down at her animal admirer who was staring up at her
with his coal-black eyes flecked with a sparkling gleam, his stubby
Doberman tail wagging excitedly.

“Maybe I was right about you, handsome! Maybe you are a cursed prince
who has been trapped in a dog’s body by some evil witch. You know,
fella’, I could almost believe that!” The massive dog whimpered, but
the lewdly aroused wife was unsure why … did he really sense her
erotic heat and was he excited by it!? She shivered outright as she
took an unfelt first step back toward the bathroom as if she were
guided by Satan himself. “C’mon, Hero … come with Peggy!”

Looking back on this moment later, the young blonde would not be able
to determine what it was that possessed her, made her make this fateful
step so boldly and without fear. Surely she never would have done it
had she thought it out, but she wasn’t thinking now, just feeling …
and Peggy knew more than anything else what she was feeling deep in the
pit of her sex-deprived belly. The eager animal whimpered before her as
she stood there, door partially closed and her legs spread wide … her
hot little cunt was open to him, her lightly hair-fringed wetness all
his. Now he could do as he had been taught! Now he could repay his new
human for her loving kindness … and he wanted to! He wanted to badly!

Peggy was aflame with passion now at the prospect of being sexually
fulfilled at last, after all these lonely empty months! God, it was
almost too much to hope for … that this burning agony between her
naked thighs might at last be quenched! “Come to me, Hero, my handsome
lover! Come on … lick my pussy for me! Lick it, Hero!” Her very words
and thoughts were inspiring frantic jolts of raging lustful excitement
to charge through her young eager nakedness.

She watched eagerly, her knees weak, as the big dog moved closer, his
dark responsive eyes reflecting his intentions. Then, unimaginable
sensations of frenetic desire stabbed deep within her belly when she
realized that he was really going to lick her there so wantonly between
her trembling thighs! Oh God, this was too much! This was so incredible
… it was far beyond obscenity itself! She was trembling all over as
she rocked back on her heels and parted her thighs a bit more … she
quivered like a falling leaf as she thrust her pelvis just slightly
forward. Was he going to? Would he do it … God, yes! Yes!

The sleek black Doberman’s long dog-tongue snaked pinkly out, curling
at its tip as it splayed open the sensitive wet lips of her pouting
vagina! Separating the soft, hair-fringed folds, it laved the very
seeping, desire-inflamed mouth of her pussy, drawing with a scorching
heat upward between the swollen lips, prodding at last at her hotly
quivering clitoris! But no, he was not about to stop there! Again and
again, with no urging from Peggy, the handsome animal repeated his
fiery tonguing caresses, raising gasps of lurid delight from the young
woman standing there with her shapely legs spread nakedly wide, her
exposed loins thrust forward in obscene encouragement to Hero to
continue his wicked licking of her erotically inflamed cuntal crevice!

The big Doberman knew from his vast experience the feeling of surging
hot blood racing feverishly through the veins of his muscular dog-body
as he tongued eagerly the heated wetness of his new mistress’s pussy-
lips. The perfume of her roused loins filled his sensitive nostrils as
he fervently stroked his thick long tongue through the moistened
pinkness between her wide-splayed tan thighs. His strong animal-heart
beat faster at her exciting feminine sexual scent … her intense lust-
fever was contagiously insinuating its way into his own powerful loins.

“Oh, my darling here! Yes, lover, that’s it … any second now, baby,
and I’ll cum! Oh God, I love you for this, Hero! You’re magnificent!
… come on, a little more now! That’s it!”

Peggy refused to let herself believe it when at first she heard that
sound, but she soon had no choice. There was someone at the door and
the three-toned door chime had rung again for the third time … she
had to answer it. God, just a minute more and she would have cum! She
was on the verge of screaming from frustration and anger as her animal
lover responded as would be expected for a well-trained watch dog …
he ignored her hot damp flesh and ambled to the front door to await her
there, growling with his nose at the mail slot. This too was part of
his training and he could not ignore it.

“Damn!” Peggy cursed under her breath, quickly covering herself with a
robe as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations of
lust that were electrically alive in her loins from the nearness of
that evasive orgasmic moment. Who in God’s name could this be? “It’s
okay, Hero, okay, boy, ssshhhhh!” she tried to calm her new pet.

She flung the door open and was greeted by a look of horror and
surprise from the teenage boy who stood there, all pimples and buck-
teeth and wide eyes. “P-Paperboy, Mrs. Davis?” he said weakly.

“Oh … just a minute,” she said calmly, trying to restore her
composure though she knew it was hopeless. She was coming apart at the
seams … goddamn it, where is my purse!? “How much, Billy?” she asked
from the living room.

“Two seventy-five, Ma’am!” came his hoarse reply, his voice cracking.

Peggy hurried back to the door and counted out the money, aware of the
young boy’s eyes on her strangely attired figure. She looked up and met
his stare head-on. “Something the matter, Billy?” she asked coldly.

“No, Ma’am … it’s just that you look, well, kinda’ sick or something.
Do you feel okay?”

It was all she could do to keep from bursting out in peals of laughter.
Sick or something! “No, Billy, I’m all right. Maybe a touch of the flu
coming on. Thanks anyway and goodnight.”

She closed the trailer door tight and sank weakly to the floor, her
knees fluid and unable to hold her a second longer. Sobbing dry tears
that she could not understand, Peggy finally got to her feet, mindless
of Hero’s puzzled stance at her side, and staggered into the bedroom.
The lights were out there and she lay there on the big empty double bed
… she was ashamed, horribly ashamed and she felt suddenly very wicked
and evil, worse than she had ever felt and she wanted only to be alone
in the darkness. Oh Bob, I’m sorry, Bob, but you weren’t here! Oh
forgive me, darling! But … you’re just never here! Never!

Chapter 4

Eddie Mangum blissfully stuck his head up close to the shower nozzle
and let the cool water rush over his face like spring rain. His skin
tangled all over as the cleansing water washed away the sweat and grime
of a hard summer day’s work … not to mention the session on the
living room floor with Dottie. Jesus, that was some woman! Sometimes he
wondered if he would live to be forty … but baby, what a way to go!
Fucked and sucked to death by the hottest piece on two legs anywhere!

Of course, it would be nice if they had friends like they had back in
California. Swingers. It did tend to take the edge off sometimes when
he was especially busy on an account or when he just didn’t feel like
an all-nighter with little ol’ hot pants herself. Dottie did tend to be
a bit too much for any man sometimes. Thinking about California got him
to reminiscing … Man, that night they brought the stag movies in,
what a night that was! Why, the girls were running around naked and
ready long before they’d finished the third reel! And that young kid,
the one with the skinny husband … but he couldn’t go on with his
sweet reveries right now, for the sound of the front door closing
snapped him back to the right now. The reality of Virginia Beach and
Navy petty officers and garage mechanics for neighbors.

“Dottie, did somebody come in!?” he yelled, his head out from under the
shower now.

“No, honey, just the paper boy, but I paid him and he’s gone.”

Oh my God, tomorrow’s Sunday! I nearly forgot those extra papers for
the Knotts Dairy account! “Dottie! See if you can catch him! I need
three extra copies of tomorrow’s paper! Hurry, it’s important!”

He was already toweling himself dry when she returned — empty handed.
“Sorry, but he’s gone already. Is it really that important? Why can’t
you just pick up the papers tomorrow?”

Eddie was hurrying into his undershorts, his hair still wet and
uncombed. “Because it’s the Knotts account and I can’t take that
chance! Besides, I need them first thing so I can call on J.R. and go
over the articles with him. There’s supposed to be a bunch of material
in tomorrow’s home edition that we wrote. I can’t take a chance on
being able to find them tomorrow morning. And it might be nice not to
have to get out of bed early and go running around looking for
newspapers, agreed?”

Dottie cocked her head and looked at him enticingly. “Anything to keep
you in bed, honey,” she purred. “Want me to go see if I can find the
paper boy?”

Eddie shook his head violently. “No, no, I don’t want you out running
around town half-naked when it’s almost dark. Just find my shirt will
you? You took it off me back there on the floor … I’ll find him and
be right back.”

* * *

Peggy’s tears had dried away while she slept, but she was still lying
there naked in the semi-darkness on the empty double bed. Hero was at
her side — she could hear him even if she couldn’t see him from this
position. Finally she raised her head and through her tears she could
make out his massive form there on the floor, guarding the open bedroom
doorway as if an enemy band was lurking just outside. She smiled when
she saw him there, his welcome addition to her loneliness lessening the
pain she might have felt if she had been completely by herself another
night. She swung her legs off the bed and sat on the edge. Hero arose
immediately when he saw his mistress was awake and safe and he came
over to rub affectionately against her legs, finally settling his head
on the edge of her thigh.

“So you’re my big watchdog, huh?” she said softly in tones that he
understood, and he was visibly excited and friendly. “I guess it’s just
you and me, ol’ boy, so we’ll have to make the best of it. You’re
missing your old owners and I’m missing my husband … pretty bad, eh?
We’re both in sorry shape I suppose, but we’ve got each other, right?”
Peggy had lowered her face to his and was talking to him like one might
talk to a baby in his crib, without expecting a reply, but warmly and
lovingly just the same.

Before she had a chance to realize it, the whining Doberman had raised
his head and darted out his warm moist tongue in a quick brush against
her lips. In a natural reaction, Peggy drew her face away in surprise.
But it was genuinely surprise that made her jerk away … she was not
repelled by what he had done. In truth, the friendly wet contact of his
tongue sent an unexpected sensation rippling through her naked loins.
For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide dark eyes, taking
his handsome head between her small hands. He had kissed her like a
human might and he knew what he had done! That devilish gleam in his
eyes betrayed him! Slowly she leaned forward, holding his face
lovingly, then nearly breathless, she parted her lushly moistened lips
with her tiny tongue-tip and … he touched her again in another fiery
caress! His long thick tongue brushed over hers again and there could
be no doubt this time!

Peggy was paralyzed! If it had been a human lover who implanted that
kiss on her mouth or embraced her tongue with his, she could never have
felt it more intensely! Again he did it, until she realized that she
was exchanging tiny fervent tongue-caresses with him and then he began
to whimper, his animal-voice almost human in its passionate pleading!

My God, what am I doing?! She pushed the dog away, nearly leaping to
her feet and she stared down in wide-eyed amazement into his guiltless
black eyes. Again, there was a low whine from somewhere in his throat
as if he had sensed the rapidly-fanned embers of smoldering passion
that were rekindled easily in her dormant loins. “What on earth am I
going to do with you, Hero?” the young, sexually-vibrant wife whispered
in bewilderment … but she was not ashamed any longer! No, now she was
as hot as a coal stove on a winter’s night and she could feel the
raging heat all over her naked body!

“Oh, damn, damn! I need a drink … something to steady my nerves and
then maybe I can think straight again!” She grabbed her robe and
hurried to the serving bar that separated the living room from the
kitchen, fumbling in its drawered depths for that bottle of Canadian
whiskey Bob left there. Peggy was never much of a drinker but she could
manage a glass of rye with some Seven-Up and ice. The glass with the
ice shook in her hand and made a strange bell-like tinkling sound until
she poured in the Canadian and muffled the noise. Oh Bob, why must you
always be away … why aren’t you here tonight? Damn it, Bob darling, I
just can’t go on like this for month after month!

Hero watched her every trembling move, never straying very far from her
side, his stimulated senses knowing fully from his past experience
precisely what his female human’s want and need was at this moment. The
fragrant aroma that emanated from the fluid heat of her human loins
filled his quivering nostrils and it was the same essence he had
recognized when he tasted her mouth. But this was all new to him, the
waiting … before, with his real mistress, she would call him to her
to perform his special tricks almost immediately unless her human was
around. But the waiting continued and his keen animal senses were
aroused even more … he would not make the first move until he was
ordered.

He stalked her relentlessly as she moved about the mobile home living
room, sometimes getting close enough to brush against her flesh but
then she would ease away and be gone again. Several times, he watched
as she filled her drinking container with liquid from a bottle and
emptied it down her throat. Her soft warm body still shivered
perceptibly when he crowded against her and again and again he heard
the softly melodious sounds of her friendly voice as she talked to him.
The aura of female sexual smell grew stronger and stronger until he
could sense an actual throbbing in his powerful sinewy flanks. And
then, at long last, she sat down and he rested his head in her lap. Her
hotly spiced fragrance seeped up from between her moist thighs and
triggered his trained animal instincts!

“Baby, you are some kind of special dog!” Peggy whispered, stroking his
great head cradled on her thigh. He was far more than a dog! There just
had to be something human about his stunning male virility! Why, she
had known few men with that special aura of maleness this animal
possessed!

His round animal eyes were filled to overflowing with -warmth and
affection … but there was more! There was no mistaking it … there
was pure savage lust there as well! “Oh, Hero, darling, I know what
you’re thinking … I’m thinking it too, but it’s wrong! You’re an
animal and well, I’m not and … oh, lover, you know I want you to
finish what you started!”

Although Peggy’s mind was awash in the whiskey she had drunk, it had
done nothing to ease the burning sensual excitement that flared like a
magnesium torch inside her. Nothing could do that, she thought
sinfully, except physical love … and Hero here was the only lover she
possessed at the moment! God, she was in actual flames from her raging
desire, a total seething wetness there between her slightly parted
thighs … and Hero knew it! She could tell that he sensed her hunger
and was only waiting!

“This is all so new to me, darling … I-I’m scared but …” Somehow
the huge Doberman pinscher knew what she meant and gave an affectionate
whine in answer from deep in his throat. He had to wait … it was his
training.

Peggy wondered if she was losing her mind or something … never had
she known anything like the feverish sensations raging within the
seething wet channel between her legs, insinuating their way upward
into the hidden secret depths of her desire-knotted belly. Her own
short panting breaths seemed weirdly unreal to her as she lay back on
the couch now, her robe pushed open, her trembling thighs spread open,
her fingertips tracing upward over the sensually swollen mounds of her
tingling breasts where they found her small hardened nipples and began
fondling them … her eyes searched the burning-coal eyes of her animal
paramour and she felt herself trembling with the savage fury of this
unreal lascivious passion!

Hero felt the throbbing quiver of his enlivened loins at the torrid
craving his naked human’s eyes transmitted so easily to him. At the
very sight of her smooth tan nakedness there on the couch his heart
pounded in his broad powerful chest as she lay back on the cushion but
why did she not give the command? Why did this human behave so
differently from hi
Hero felt the throbbing quiver of his enlivened loins at the torrid
craving his naked human’s eyes transmitted so easily to him. At the
very sight of her smooth tan nakedness there on the couch his heart
pounded in his broad powerful chest as she lay back on the cushion but
why did she not give the command? Why did this human behave so
differently from his former mistress? He could not seem to grasp this
and he was confused until …!

“Oh, lover, now! Come up here!” Peggy’s voice tremblingly whispered.
“Come love me, my handsome man!”

He was up on the couch with an effortless leap, momentarily poised in a
picturesque stance as he stared down at her. Peggy’s breath caught in
her throat at the sight of him so ardently surveying her unguarded
nakedness. But it was not too late, she told herself. She could order
him away, and he would leave her alone if she told him to! But then
there was no hope, as Hero lowered his head to lick out with his wet
hot tongue over the smooth expanse of her anxiously quivering belly …
Oh God, it is too late! It’s way too late now!

Again she felt the delight of his tongue’s curling fiery length and she
raised her head to watch him licking upward over the small round bulge
of her girlish belly! Higher and higher he came until he was licking
the smooth sensitive undersides of her heaving breasts, creeping ever
upward over them to their little passion-hardened nipples!

“Ooooohhhhh,” she moaned without a trace of shame to the dog’s fervid
tonguing of her erogenous breast tips again and again, each
electrifying contact sending fresh spasms of lust downward to convulse
her nakedly aroused young body!

The blonde Navy wife’s feverish mind was a blank to everything but the
captivating sensations his ardorously licking animal tongue was
stimulating deep inside her. She could hear him whimper from deep in
his throat, her impassioned gaze fastened incredulously on his long
pink tongue as it brushed with a moistened heat over the firm full
mounds of her quivering breasts.

Then, his great dark eyes moved upward to meet hers, their deep limpid
pools mirroring his ardor. She waited, without a sound, breathing with
unceasing intensity through her slightly parted moist lips and then he
eased his powerful hulking body forward … and he licked them!

As Hero once more tasted the delicate essence of her desire on her lush
lips and small pointed tongue, his boiling animal blood fiercely rushed
through his strong body and with his own tongue, he excitedly brushed
the tiny pink member darting receptively from her opened mouth. Faint
mewling sounds purred from beyond it as he licked its wet sweetness and
he saw that his new human’s eyes had closed as she lay there beneath
his well-trained tongue, emotionally returning caress for caress and
then instinctively, with that special insight peculiar to animals, he
knew it was now time!

His intense lingual kisses stopped abruptly and Peggy felt the couch
cushions shift under the Doberman’s moving weight. When she opened her
eyes, she could see him positioning himself between her open thighs,
and her breathing quickened as, unconsciously, she spread her legs
further for him! Lifting her head, her brain spinning wildly, the
nakedly trembling young wife watched him poise his beautiful head above
the obscenely offered intimacies between her quivering thighs! She
heard her own animal-like whine when he slowly lowered himself to her,
his hot breath curling the sparse little blonde fluff that lined her
wet pink pussy slit! Then, his cool nose brushed against the flame-
seared flesh of her inner thigh and in between the blood-engorged lips
of her desire-moistened cuntal crevice! She heard him whimper again as
he sniffed at her there and she waited in nearly frantic expectation,
her legs opening wider still … this time of her own conscious doing!

She could not hold back the sudden expressive gasp when she felt his
damp nose move lower between her supple thighs and brush wetly down
against the tiny puckered ring of her unprotected anus! “Oh my God,”
she blurted in surprise the moment his tongue splurted between her
widely spread buttocks, to worm its way up and down the smooth-fleshed
split surrounding her snug little anal opening, the tip suddenly
burrowing into the tightly clasped circle.

Peggy had no idea at all how long that blissful titillation went on
down there between her thighs … she had lost all track of time!
Nothing mattered except that his rapturous animal tonguing never
stopped! She felt his searing wet ravings bringing him to the narrow
burning opening hidden by her pulsating cuntal lips, and her loins
trembled with a new surge of lust. She shivered delectably as he drew
its burning wetness upward over the full length of her moistened pussy
from her tightly clenched little anus, along the thin hair-rimmed edges
of her vaginal furrow to the hotly tremoring little bud of her swollen
clitoris. And again he did it, this time his fire-filled tongue
spreading through her softly yielding cuntal flesh like a heated knife
through butter! But it did not stop there, as his tongue in an invading
curl far up into the clasping hotness of her desire-inflamed vaginal
mouth! She moaned, spasming with ecstasy beneath her pet’s oral love-
making, her whiskey-dulled eyes lustfully feeding on this obscene
spectacle they made together!

God, she thought she would cum! She thought she would cum a hundred
times! And she moaned giddily, spread out so lewdly beneath him, from
the intense sensations his long thick dog tongue was sending through
her smoldering tan nakedness. Her gasping mewls increased, her lust-
fired brain slipping deeper and deeper into a lascivious passion she
luridly embraced! Again and again Hero’s scorching tongue grazed
eagerly over her upraised blonde loins, from the snugly puckered lips
of her anus upward through the glistening pink crevice of her
widespread pussy. At the very pinnacle of her slit it hesitated,
insinuating its way into the hotly liquid flesh to flick skillfully at
the palpitating bud of her tiny clitoris, fanning the growing flames
inside her spasming belly like a blast furnace!

Peggy, in her erotic stupor, had no idea how long this immoral love-
making went on without letup … she knew only that it did, the desire-
quenching animal-tongue licking wildly through and over her seething
cuntal flesh until she whimpered and squirmed helplessly on the couch
beneath its wondrous touch!

“Oooooh, darling Hero, don’t stop! It’s so nice, so nice!” she wailed
hoarsely as the Doberman lunged his thick lingual member with a
lustfully teasing curl once again deep up into the clasping hot passage
of her burning vagina. With a lewd hiss, she begged him to go on,
drawing her knees all the way back to touch her erotically tingling
breasts in eager encouragement so that he might have greater access to
her open cuntal wetness. Vaguely she heard his whines blending with
hers while he continued to devotedly lash and penetrate the fluid pink
flesh there between her salaciously upraised thighs and buttocks!

Hero was reveling in the exotic odor and taste of his new mistress’s
feminine human passion, the keen pungent aromatic spice to his tongue
and nostrils pleasurably enraging his powerfully masculine canine
loins. Though he had loved his real mistress many times and sometimes
some of her friends, none had this special sensation for him that his
new human offered! He was beginning, with his keen animal intellect, to
sense the significance of it now … this blonde human was his mistress
now! She was his new mistress! In her sky-blue eyes he had sensed the
love she held for him from the very first! Her voice was gentle and
loving … she was truly his mistress now! Her smooth tan face glowed
when she looked at him, and he sensed this love now flowing through the
soft curves of her entire unclothed human body. And there at the very
core of her loins … there was the proof. This yielding pink flesh
with its hotly flowing moisture assured him that she truly loved him as
much as he now knew he loved her, and as he excitedly tongued her curl-
fringed softness, he found the strong rutting urge in his passionate
animal loins was crying for more!

Lashed brutally by a gripping wave of disappointment, Peggy felt the
dog’s soothing tongue abruptly end its laving caresses and she raised
to her elbows with a start, her upthrust legs slowly coming down. “Why,
Hero? What made you stop? Why?”

But, seemingly ignoring her obvious need, he backed away a step and
from her half-upraised position, the desperately inflamed young blonde
saw it … his penis! She gaped incredulously at the sight of its
glistening, hardened reality emerging wetly from its long furry sheath,
wet and thick, the tapered point dripping and swaying as it slipped
from its protective sleeve in an ever growing length of thickening red
hardness! She couldn’t believe it! This dog … God, it looked as big
as her husband’s! Peggy began to moan throatily, her half-crazed
thoughts feeding on the awareness of this great animal’s own peculiar
hunger … he wanted to really make love to her! He wanted to … fuck
her!

“Oh, my darling Hero, it’s just too shameful! I mean, I couldn’t!” she
hissed passionately, her own actions betraying her very words, took one
of the couch cushions and, then obscenely lifting her naked buttocks,
placed it beneath her hips so that her naked loins were raised high in
the air and she was resting back on her shoulders and the back of her
head. “Please, darling,” she murmured. “Not like animals … this way,
lover! Come on, lick me some more till I cum. Please, Hero!”

The young blonde wife’s eyes glowed with the lasciviousness of her
wanton act … her obscene intentions to let this dog lick her like she
was a bitch in heat! She made no effort toward thinking rationally. Her
young sensually aroused body was feverish with screaming desire and she
wanted this, no matter how vile, how wicked and sinful! She raised her
legs, drawing them all the way back once again until her knees touched
her excitedly swollen breasts! Her obscenely upraised cunt was a well
of molten fire! She raised her head up to look between her firmly
throbbing breasts and lewdly spread legs to see her handsome animal-
lover waiting, his hugely glistening pink taper dangling from hair-
covered testicles like a cruel weapon!

“Please, lover, crawl up here,” she whimpered. “Crawl between my thighs
and lick me some more. Make your loving Peggy happy!” She reached down
between her thighs to stroke her pussy in a lewdly goading manner.
“Now, my darling, before I go crazy!”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to … it was the training again. He had
hesitated only because his real mistress — his old mistress — had
taught him to do it when she was on her knees and now, though his heart
pounded in heavy animal heat, he could not go against all he had been
taught! But she was ready and so was he … and she was begging him to
go ahead, so it must be all right. He moved forward, easily mounting
between her cushion-raised legs, his head above hers, feeling the hot
wetness of her openly spread vagina as his excited rod of virile animal
hardness brushed against and then slipped and danced in its soft liquid
heat … searching for but never quite achieving the tiny opening
waiting so receptively for it.

Peggy was desperate … she hugged him at first, her soft moistened
lips kissing his face while he tried vainly to answer with his tongue,
but then, she was reaching down beneath him until he felt her gently
caressing fingers grasping at his huge animal penis and parting the
soft blonde pubic hair with the tapered end of it, pressing it right up
into the warmly pulsating entrance of her wetly quivering cuntal
sheath.

Instinctively, as the powerful Doberman felt the moistly clasping human
cuntal flesh nibbling at the tip of his animal-firmness, he did only
what nature demanded him to do! He fucked into her! With no
consideration of mercy, the huge black dog sunk his long pulsating
length of blood-engorged animal-cock into the upturned channel of his
young blonde mistress’ cunt! He squatted partially on his hind legs to
be able to do it well, to bury it deep up inside her hotly screaming
little belly. Immediately, he sensed his sperm laden furry testicles
slapping up against the smooth widely-split crevice between her warm
soft buttocks as he fucked up into her in a rapid-fire rhythm!

“Aaaaawwwww Aaaaagggghhhh!” Peggy gasped loudly at the unbelievable
first penetration of his massively hardened cock, but there was
scarcely time to linger on her agony as it spread her passion-dilated
cuntal wetness open even more! A dozen or more rapid, channeling
thrusts burrowed their way deep inside her before she fully came to
grips with the first, so great was his frenetic assault on her tender
cuntal crevice! Like the powerful animal he was, his searing dog-cock
fucked deep up into the far hidden depths of her passion-filled womb!
She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind a blank of sensual desire,
the very soul of her womanhood aflame with a raging wave of unequaled
lust!

Maddening delights of unholy ecstasy filled her lewdly submissive
nakedness and the frenetic young woman could do no more than groan and
squirm salaciously around beneath the beautiful beast as she offered
the whole of her nakedly spread cunt up to him to fuck as he pleased!
She strained to watch with lewd fascination as the scarlet rod of hotly
stiffened dog-cock slithered in and out of her raging vagina with
breathtaking charges, fucking its way to the furry hilt in her ravished
cuntal passage, Hero’s heavy, sperm-bloated balls slapping heavily down
against the tiny puckered anal ring between her widespread young
buttocks!

Her painfully bent head jarred from his every breast-shivering plunge,
her brain reeling in the blinding pool of her forbidden lusts! She
gasped at the glistening length of tapered pink hardness pistoning deep
into her open cuntal crevice, kicking her legs out and wrapping them
tightly around the hairy muscles of his strong back to rhythmically
lift her fiery loins in a wildly obscene grinding motion to meet his
powerful driving strokes with lewd ecstatic abandon! “God, yes, fuck me
good, Hero! Fuck me good with your big dog-cock!”

* * *

Eddie Mangum leaned heavily against a telephone pole on the street
behind him, breathing heavily and panting under the streetlight. God,
am I ever out of shape! A little short chase after the paper boy and
look at me!

Lucky thing I caught that kid, though … wouldn’t do to be without
those newspapers when the boss calls tomorrow morning. He placed his
other hand over his chest and felt the frantic beating of his heart
inside … Damn, I’ve got to start jogging or something! A little run
and I’m ready for the undertakers. And here I am barely thirty!

He was trying to remember why he never felt so badly out of shape in
California. Hell, he never jogged or played tennis or handball like the
guys he worked with … it was the swinging parties that kept him in
shape! Sure! All those wild pool parties … sometimes he’d go home
with bruises — honest-to-God bruises! — on his prick! How’s that for
staying in shape! Of course, Dottie’s no slouch when it comes to
fuckin’ and suckin’, but I miss that extra special something that comes
from a good swapping party — thrills! I mean, face it, if you’re
married to the best looking movie star in Hollywood, it’s still the
same ol’ pussy every night, right? I mean, she can’t drop that off in
Wardrobe and pick up a new one!

Still panting like a winded long-distance runner, the young PR man
decided to cut across the back fence and save a walk around the block.
He swung his slightly-paunchy body over it with relative ease and was
nearing the back door of his trailer when he heard it … a woman’s
voice! Wasn’t Dottie’s. Had to be Peggy next door! Sounds like she’s
sick or hurt!

He was nearly to her back door when he stopped to think … Sure,
buddy, those sounds are familiar enough! God knows I’ve heard enough
women make those same noises under me! But Peggy Davis!? No, she would
never in a million years have a lover when her sailor-husband’s away!
But still … I’d feel pretty silly rushing in there and catching her
right in the act with the mailman.

It was then that he saw the living room window. It was at the front of
the mobile home and was covered with a heavy drapery material but it
wasn’t closed all the way. There was a gap of about three inches in the
middle … maybe I can take a quick look through there and see if
everything’s all right. She’ll never see me out here in the dark and
… oh Jesus! Jesus H. Christ!

The sight that met his eyes inside the house trailer made Eddie
Mangum’s jaw drop and his cock lurch within the suddenly tight confines
of his pants. The three coveted newspapers scattered unheeded on the
grass. Inside the living room, Peggy was now alive with an enveloping
flame that threatened to burn her alive! Base lust saturated her
nakedly slaving body as she sensually pumped her rounded hips upward
onto her new watchdog’s ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and
deeper into her raging hot belly! Furiously, Hero’s hairy animal belly
and loins battered and thudded resoundingly downward against her taut,
widespread ass-cheeks, his glistening red animal-cock a relentless rod
of pleasure-giving joy sinking to its full hardened length into the
fluid depths of her wildly clasping cuntal sheath! With shameless
whispering mewls, the lust-intoxicated young blonde rotated her
hungrily working hips and buttocks up to him, grinding the ravenous
walls of her vagina hotly around the swollen rigid length of his
thickly piercing animal penis. A soulful moan of absolute ecstasy
slipped from between her slightly-parted lips.

She felt that unmistakable signal of sensual gratification … that
undeniable beacon of erotic fulfillment! It rushed through her seething
loins like the prickling of a thousand needles on her naked flesh,
gnawing at the inner base of her sensuously quivering belly with the
salacious promise of orgasmic rapture just moments away! She moaned
tremulously to the rhythm of her mounting climax, straining beneath her
heavily panting animal lover to see his wet thick cock furiously
vanishing into her blonde fringed cuntal lips. She gasped lustfully
with her eyes bulging in undiluted savage passion at her pink cuntal
flesh wetly clinging to his long thick red cock when he pulled it out
of her, then disappearing up inside again with his heavily thrusting
hump forward, his tense cum-filled balls smacking down solidly against
the tingling crevice of her obscenely grinding buttocks! She saw and
felt her swollen breasts dancing rhythmically on her chest in wondrous
time to his beautiful fucking rhythm!

Hero’s animal head overflowed with desire and basic savage passion for
his naked blonde mistress beneath him, whose soft white legs wound
ever-so-tightly around his back. She whined in a low, nearly crying
voice while she kissed him as no human had ever done, at the same time
thrusting her eagerly clasping cuntal crevice up onto his aching rod of
lustfully throbbing hardness. The wet heat of her vaginal passage was
clinging greedily to his pounding rigidity, rapidly taking them both
closer and closer to that brink of wild ecstatic abandon, watched
unknowingly by the man at the window.

Peggy raised her passion-softened face to allow a mournful cry of pain
and pleasure to escape her lips. Her glazed blue eyes seemed larger and
unseeing. “I can’t stand it! It’s so good … so good!”

Wildly, the lust-inflamed young blonde’s lips parted as the Doberman’s
long thick tongue suddenly thrust deep into the heat of her mouth,
brushing against her own as it went back almost to her throat and she
sucked on it! Unbridled passion, nothing short of bestial, forced her
to act without shame or reason and she thought of herself being fucked
in the mouth by this magnificent male animal as well as in her
steaming, fire-filled cunt! It was enough to trigger the ultimate —
and it did! She tried to scream but her voice was only a sensually-
muffled mixture of sobbing and sighing … then, the first spasm of her
hotly bursting orgasm struck her and she moaned insanely, thrusting her
wildly convulsing young naked loins up hard onto his lust-consuming
dog-cock in a maddened frenzy of desperation! Hero responded with a
forward down-stabbing thrust, his thickly hardened animal-cock
beginning to jerk spasmodically inside her and to spew out its hotly
scalding torrent of animal cum deep up into her very womb in long
liquid spurts whose seething warmth she could feel in her belly!

Again and again, Peggy cried out hysterically, her smooth taut buttocks
beginning to contract convulsively to the lewd animal eruption
exploding into her raging belly and filling her loins until they were
nearly bursting! His tongue left her still greedily sucking mouth and
she flailed her head from side to side on the couch cushion, feeling
the exciting combination of their human and animal secretions trickling
warmly together from her cock-stuffed cuntal lips and down the insides
of her trembling thighs as her vaginal mouth milked the last droplets
of precious sperm from her animal lover’s slowly deflating penis. Her
legs fell jerkingly onto the bed on either side of the magnificent
animal’s flanks and she groaned softly as she felt the softened knob of
his pleasure-giving penis slip from her ravenously clutching pussy lips
with a lewd wet sucking sound … and in a very few moments she was
sound asleep, her powerful dog-lover resting quietly beside her on the
couch, his long thick tongue licking up the pungent remnants of their
orgasms from his mistress’ soft tan thighs!

… And the man in the bushes outside the living room window felt his
own breathing slowly return to normal as he stopped to pick up the
newspapers he’d dropped in his excitement.

Chapter 5

“But I tell you it is true, Dottie! I saw it with my own eyes!” Dottie
Mangum’s husband looked as if he was imitating a Southern evangelist,
third-rate. His arms were flailing about above his head in heavenly
beseechment and his cheeks and eyes were red and puffy and his words
came in halting gasps … between furtive breaths. “Listen, honey,
would I make up a story like that!?”

Dottie eyed him non-committally … this could be one of his corny
practical jokes, but he’s right … nobody would just make up a story
like that one! “Honey, I’ll take your word for it … for now at least.
But you have to admit it’s a little hard to swallow! I mean, Peggy
Davis! Why, if there was ever anybody I would nominate for Miss Devoted
Wife award, it would be her! I can’t even imagine her with another man
… and now you tell me this!”

“Baby, I wouldn’t believe it either, but I saw it! I saw it! Man, she
was just eating up that big black dog with that sweet little cunt of
hers! I told you before, I always figured her to be a hot number
underneath all that goody-two-shoes act!”

“All right, all right, then it’s the truth but … just what were you
doing, snooping around her living room window in the middle of the
night! You could have got yourself arrested … or worse yet, that
fuckin’ dog could have taken a hunk out of your ass!”

“I wasn’t thinking about that dog! Besides, I told you how it happened
… I was coming over the back fence and heard someone making weird
noises and I thought I had better investigate!”

“Uh-huh. Well, listen, Dick Tracy, next time use your head before you
go nosing around somebody’s windows in the dark! They shoot first and
ask questions later in the South, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered with a dismissing wave of his hand. “But just
the same, I’m damn glad I was just enough of a voyeur to keep looking!
Man, was it ever something!”

Dottie licked her bottom lip slowly, her painted pink tongue-tip easing
its way from one side to the other, moistening her slightly-pouting lip
in its path in unconcealed sensual stirring. “You say the dog was
really throwing it to her, huh?”

“Throwing it! Baby, he was pounding it in there like his ass was hooked
to a compressor! You should have seen it … He was already in her when
I looked through the opening in the drapes, but he was just getting
wound up. Talk about getting fucked! Christ, that pecker of his looked
like it was a foot long! And big around, too, not like some animal’s
cocks. Anyway, he was hunched over her, his head all back like he was
going to start howling at the moon at any second, and that big red
prick of his humping in and out of that sweet little pink pussy a mile
a minute! Baby, it was out of sight!”

“All right, all right. I’ve heard all I want to hear right now. You’ve
blown my mind completely already and besides … it’s making me horny!”

“Making You horny! Take a look at this!” And with those words, Dottie’s
excited husband hurriedly yanked down the zipper on his trousers and
pulled his obscenely swollen cock out into the light. “You think you’re
horny!” he exclaimed, a big grin on his face.

Dottie sidled up next to him like a Reeperbahn B-girl appraising her
mark. “Hmmmmm, not bad, big boy,” she cooed. “Care for a little
action?”

“Oh, baby! That’s what I like about you … always ready! Hurry up and
get out of that dress … I’m so horny I hurt!”

Dottie was wearing a thin cotton house-dress she had put on just after
her husband left to find the paper boy and she quickly yanked it up and
over her shoulders. “Jesus, baby!” her husband blurted. You’re already
naked underneath … just the way I like you!”

And indeed she was … the curvaceous young brunette was wearing
absolutely nothing under the thin dress and she could almost feel the
breath leave her husband’s lungs when she hurriedly tossed the garment
aside and stood there naked for him to see. “Like it, huh?” she asked
teasingly, a sly smile on her soft pink lips.

“Are you kidding!?” he exclaimed and threw his arms around her
anxiously.

“Then take your clothes off and lie down on the sofa,” she said calmly.
“I want to get on top this time … your cock goes so nice and deep
that way!”

Eddie Mangum quickly complied with his wife’s request and soon lay
completely naked on the sofa, his hardened erection sticking menacingly
straight up in the air. Dottie looked for a moment at the stark white
length of ropy-veined flesh with its purplish head all bloated and
pulsing with eager excitement. Then she climbed onto the sofa
awkwardly, her soft resilient breasts dangling so that they nearly
brushed his chest hairs, and moved one long suntanned leg up and over
him until she was positioned directly above the huge blood-engorged tip
of his man-sized penis.

Eddie could plainly see the inflamed pink ridges of his beautiful
wife’s moistly quivering slit, her cuntal lips pouting slightly to
reveal the soft hair-fringed wetness inside.

Taking his throbbing rod of flesh in her tiny hand, she studied it
admiringly, her fingers probing every ridge and tiny crevice along its
blue-veined ivory length. God, how she loved cocks! She could have a
thousand of them lining the walls of her bedroom, all shapes and sizes
and colors and thicknesses and still it wouldn’t be enough … she
loved them all! She stroked his masculine hardness tenderly, gently
running her long sharp nails along the fleshy shaft until it swelled
even longer and thicker under her practiced touch. She gazed at it in
awe, its blue pulsing veins now distended like wires beneath the
translucent surface and she squeezed it tightly inside her clenched
fist, avidly watching as a child might watch a toy … its bulbous
purplish head swelled like a balloon, bright red and thickly swollen
now as the rich hot blood from his loins pumped into it and stretched
it to bursting between her fingers.

Tantalizingly, she lowered her moistened vaginal lips down until they
barely touched the lust-bloated knob of his aching cock and she brushed
it teasingly with the pink wet softness of her hungering cuntal flesh.

“Oh, God, baby, stop playing around! I can’t stand it!” he grunted up
at her. “Get on it, sweetheart, and ride! Ride!”

Dottie reached down between her straddling thighs and easily slipped
the enormous blood-filled head of his rigid cock right up between the
dark-fringed lips of her ravenous cunt. Like a starving lioness, her
warm pink cuntal jaws enveloped the bulbous tip and voraciously drew it
up into the soft moist tunnel between her legs.

She lowered the firm round melons of her well-shaped buttocks down onto
his impaling shaft, skewering herself obscenely on the long fleshy sex-
spear. With a wild wet slurping sound, the lust-engorged shaft
disappeared up between her widespread thighs and a low soulful moan
slipped softly from between her parted lips as she felt the long hard
length of his virile organ burrow lividly deep into the soft liquid
depths of her belly. The blood-hardened rod of excited male flesh was
like forbidden fruit to the naked young brunette and she eagerly
gobbled up all of it with her moistly nibbling cuntal lips.

With a smacking thud, she smashed her secreting cuntal crevice down
tight against his hairy loins, ramming hurtfully the full thick length
of his huge penis to the hilt deep inside her needful womb. She could
feel it far up in her quivering womb, and she cried out from the
agonizing pain she lusted after night and day … that wondrous
pleasure-pain of a man between her thighs!

Her tousled brown hair swirled wildly around her shoulders as she
tossed her head about in wild abandon, her eyes tightly closed as she
rode her manly mount like a rodeo cowboy rides his bronco … one hand
on his shoulder holding her in place and the other flailing the air
loosely at her side. “Oh, honey, it’s so good in there! Push, baby,
push! God, it’s so nice and deep! Fuck me, lover, fuck hard!” she cried
and pummeled his naked loins mercilessly with her wildly slapping
thighs as she pumped up and down on the hard skewering length of his
penis.

Lifting herself with the taut muscles of her naked legs, she slithered
wetly up and down the long desire-rigid shaft of his cock, pushing her
naked torso up until only the swollen purplish knob lay ensheathed in
her warmly clasping cuntal flesh. Then, with a gasping cry of total
abandonment, she shoved her moist slit back down onto the skewering
length of his long thick member, hungrily gulping up every delicious
inch of its virile length until it lay completely nestled in the tight
warm confines of her constrictive love-passage, firmly gripped between
the soft pink walls of her vagina.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown and a million volts of
electricity been sent hurtling through her nervous system, Dottie began
bucking violently, her whole body moving in a hundred different
directions at once. “Aaaaaggggghhhhh!” she screamed loudly, not giving
a damn if everyone in Virginia Beach for a mile around could hear her,
as she pumped her clasping pussy-mouth up and down frantically on her
husband’s lewdly impaling stiffness. Every powerful grinding snap of
her well-trained hips sank all of his lust-inflated cock deeply between
her widespread thighs and her lovely face was contorted with insane
agony as every downward thrust onto the skewering rod of blood-filled
lust shook her body viciously and she cried out over and over again.
Rivulets of perspiration poured from her face and shoulders and
trickled in sparkling streams down the smooth expanse of her naked
back. Her proudly firm breasts bumped from side to side in her savage
frenzied lust-rhythm.

Eddie Mangum looked up at her from the sofa, his eyes half closed as he
neared that ecstatic moment of release … God, what a woman his wife
was! She could do this all night! And she’d probably like to, too, he
found himself thinking … with more than a trace of futility and
regret.

He thrust his loins up powerfully with all the strength he could
muster, cursing himself for not being in better shape … just seconds
and she would come apart right before his eyes! It was always like that
with Dottie … she was the original screamer!

First a sharp cry of pain burst from her pursed lips … but that was
only the forerunner, the warming up. Suddenly her head snapped back in
a neck-breaking toss. “God, yes! Yes, baby, push it all up there! Push
baby, I’m cumming! Just a little … Aaaggggghhhhhh! I’M CUMMING! …
Aaaaaaaaaa …” as the explosion rocked her loins and she bucked even
more furiously up onto his deep-sunk cock.

Then her voice trailed off and she perched there awkwardly for a
moment, a weak smile on her lips as she felt her husband’s climax
explode on cue deep inside her and she pumped up and down with the last
fibers of her spent strength until he was milked dry once again. Then
she lifted herself free as her warm orgiastic juices flooded down the
length of his rubbery deflated cock as it withdrew wetly and loudly
from her cuntal grip, lying down beside him as he moved over so she
could rest her head on his upper arm.

They talked quietly for a while about nothing important, just the kind
of things they usually said afterwards. But the young brunette’s mind
was filled with only one thing and it kept flashing back into her
thoughts like some bit of subliminal advertising beamed into her very
brain … it was a picture she saw there. A woman … a young sexy
blonde … and a couch … and a huge male dog with a cock like nothing
she had ever seen before …!

And then they began to talk about that once again and just as suddenly,
the picture vanished. Eddie seemed puzzled at his wife’s seeming
disinterest in something so unbelievable. Finding your next door
neighbor fucking a Doberman pinscher was hardly an everyday occurrence,
even in California! But Eddie dismissed it eventually and began to get
ready for bed.

He had known Dottie too long to be surprised at anything she did. And
besides … it was obvious she had something important on her mind.
“Young lady … young lady! It’s thirty-nine, not fifty-nine, it’s
marked down! Don’t you know the prices? If not, then get me a checker
who does!” Peggy Davis shook the dazedness from her eyes and drifted
back to the reality of her position behind register number four at the
Super-Save Market.

“Oh … I’m so sorry, Ma’am!” she blurted when she had realized her
error. Misreading numbers was something she just never did! Maybe back
when she had first started, but not now! “I really apologize, Ma’am!
That just never happens!”

The elderly woman gave her a look that would have curdled milk and
snorted through her upturned lip. “Hmf! I’ll bet it never happens. See
here, I’ve been shopping here for years, but if this is the sort of
thing that is going on, I’ll take my business elsewhere!” Her voice was
becoming increasingly shrill with every word and Peggy could see the
floor manager, Mr. Hardison, coming from his glassed-in cubbyhole
overlooking the rows of checkers. “Why, a twenty cent error is just not
excusable! Maybe twenty cents doesn’t mean much to your generation,
young lady, but I can remember when a man worked half a day for that
kind of money and …”

“What seems to be the problem, Madam?” Hardison’s voice was
appropriately obsequious, in the manner of shoe clerks and floor
managers, but still retaining the necessary thread of authority. “Could
I be of assistance?”

“I’ll say you could my good man!” she spluttered stuffily. “I caught
this young woman in the very act of overcharging me and I feel I am
owed an apology!”

Peggy looked at the balding floor manager beseechingly. “Mr. Hardison,
I did apologize! It was an oversight and I told her I was sorry!”

He gave the overdressed elderly woman a quick glance and then winked on
the side away from her and cleared his throat. “Madam, I will see to it
that this matter gets all the attention it justly deserves. Please
accept the store’s deepest apologies and if you will be kind enough to
leave your name with the checker, Mrs. Davis, we will send you a
certificate good for five dollars free purchases as a small token of
our sincerity.” He then turned to Peggy without waiting for the woman
to reply. “Mrs. Davis, I would like to see you in my office when you
have finished here!”

* * *

“Mr. Hardison, please, give me a chance to explain! I know I shouldn’t
have missed that sale item, but I did and I apologized and then she
…”

“Mrs. Davis …”

“… went on and on and she kept getting louder and I know everybody in
the store must have heard her and …”

“Mrs. Davis! Please! May I get a word in here somewhere?”

“Oh … yes sir, I’m sorry,” Peggy replied meekly, but she noticed he
was smiling. No not really smiling … almost laughing!

“I only told you to come in here so she would assume you were getting
the punishment she seemed so certain you deserved. She probably thinks
I’m firing you right now. Isn’t that a laugh? Me firing a good cashier
over a squabble with Mildred Rose!”

“M-Mildred Rose? You mean you know that woman? She looked like she had
a lot of money. I mean she was dressed well and all.”

“That old biddy!? Why, she hasn’t got a hundred dollars to her name!
Listen, I know her all right. If you’d spent as much time as I have
chasing her down to collect on her bum checks, you’d know her pretty
darn well yourself!”

“Bum checks?” Peggy was genuinely confused now and she showed it. “She
seemed like such an important woman. Like maybe she was a doctor or
lawyer’s wife or something. I just didn’t want to get her upset and
make a lot of trouble for the store.”

“Trouble! She couldn’t make trouble for a hot dog vender, much less for
this supermarket chain. Mrs. Davis, that woman is a fraud and a thief
and I would have stood behind you if you had dumped all her groceries
right on her head!”

Peggy laughed, visibly relieved now that the tension had cleared. Ever
since the floor manager had come out to her station, she had thought of
nothing but losing her job … God, what would she and Bob do without
it!

“So you see, I had to make a little show for her benefit just to shut
her up. But as far as I’m concerned, it’s all forgotten. It was
forgotten before I ever went out there, to tell the truth.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hardison. I-I guess she just upset me, that’s all. I
don’t usually make mistakes and I guess her nastiness sort of got me
flustered.”

“I understand. You’re practically the finest checker we have here and I
wouldn’t want to lose you over someone like that old broad. Listen, you
look a little shaken, like maybe you’re not feeling well. Why don’t you
take the afternoon off. I’ll square it with the boys upstairs if
anything is said. But I doubt they’ll mention it … they know a good
worker when they see one.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that, Mr. Hardison. There’s no one to take my
station!”

He lifted his hand and made a shooing motion. “Go on, I’ll worry about
that. See you in the morning, okay?”

“Well, yes sir, if you say it’s all fight. Thank you again!”

* * *

Peggy nervously maneuvered her small car through the early afternoon
highway traffic, her mind a mixed-up jigsaw puzzle of confused thoughts
and nagging emotions. Feelings and desires she had never before
experienced were buzzing in her brain … and a knowledge whose weight
was so great she could scarcely beat it. That was why she had made the
mistake at the cash register … and that nasty little incident had
been the straw that broke her back. Or her spirits at least. Her mind
was in a dozen different places at once. Across the Atlantic on board a
ship somewhere on the Mediterranean with her darling husband Bob. And a
few miles from here in an air-conditioned house trailer … with a
magnificent Doberman pinscher named Hero!

God, she thought, I’m so confused! Nothing seems to be what it seems!
First Hero … coming into my life as a watch dog and companion but
what is he now … my lover? Oh, it’s just too much to cope with at
once! That awful woman with her screeching voice and her fancy clothes
and jewelry … and she turns out to be just another common criminal! A
bad check artist and I thought she was a society lady! And myself …
just another Navy wife, I always thought, nothing special. But a good
wife … and a loyal one!

And now … just what am I now? A big screaming piece of my soul feels
so ashamed, so smothered in lewdness that I’ll never be able to scrub
it clean. When that part of me fills my head with its vile words, I
know what I am … a dog-fucking bitch! A sex pervert! And I could just
go away somewhere and crawl into a hole and die from my shame!

But there’s another part and it’s every bit as persuasive and powerful
as the first. Over and over it tells me I’ve done nothing wrong …
that what happened was meant to happen. That I intended nothing evil,
therefore what I did could not have been wrong. And I want to believe,
I really do! I love Hero and I know it with my very heart and mind, but
that doesn’t mean I don’t love Bob! It only means … Oh, dear God,
what does it mean!? I don’t know anymore, I just don’t know!

Peggy saw the taillights flash on ahead of her and she stomped on the
power brake as hard as she could, bringing the sedan to a rubber-
scorching halt hardly a foot from the car in front. She tried to ignore
the scowling countenance in the rear view mirror ahead, his lips
mouthing a dozen obscenities.

Leaning out of the open window, she could see an almost endless line of
stopped cars, some with their drivers standing limply outside in the
scorching summer heat. And far down the line, flashing red lights and
the mammoth hulk of a jack-knifed truck stretched across all four lanes
like a beached whale. Oh no! I don’t believe it!

What else could possibly happen!? What else!

* * *

Dottie Mangum decided to try a paperback, but that was as useless as
watching television had been. And gardening. And sunbathing with the
morning radio programs in her ear before that. Nothing seemed to help!
As long as that mobile home was parked there next door, there would be
only one thing on her mind … Peggy Davis’ truly lovable new pet!

Sunday had been a bit easier as she had slept until shortly after noon
and then she and Eddie went for a ride down along the coast at Virginia
Beach, followed by a couple of hours in the sun there with the
thousands of others, a quick seafood supper down at the beach and a
pair of second-run movies at the drive-in with the top down on Eddie’s
tiny sports car, one of those little Italian Fiats that only seat two.
That busy schedule had managed to keep the lid on her probing thoughts,
though she and Eddie had talked about it often enough throughout the
day. She had awakened with the lascivious image graven in her mind and
she had to immediately rush into the living room where Eddie was going
over some papers for the office and asked him again if it was all on
the level. “You didn’t make it all up, Eddie? I mean, just for a joke
or something?” she had asked skeptically, and part of her actually
hoped it had been a lie. That way she could just erase it from her
thoughts and go on about her business as if nothing ever happened.
Christ, she had even dreamed about her young blonde neighbor with that
magnificent male animal! But no, Eddie was not going to let her off so
easily … it was indeed true! Every lewd and obscene second of it and
he used it like a sharp nail to get under her skin … now he could see
what it was doing to her and he loved teasing her that way! Dottie
Mangum, ol’ hot pants herself, outdone by mousy little Peggy Davis! Oh,
how he rubbed it in along with the suntan oil when they were stretched
out on their blanket at the beach!

Ooooh, he was right, the bastard! It was driving her buggy! This image
had somehow become implanted in her brain and she could not exorcise it
no matter how hard she tried! She had not seen Peggy since Saturday,
except for a moment as she left this morning for work. She glimpsed the
young blonde from their living room window and she caught herself
enviously eyeing her married neighbor as if she expected some drastic
physical change to be apparent. Peggy had spotted her standing there
and she waved in a friendly manner like nothing had ever happened! Oh,
how could she! I’ve just got to know what it was like, I’ve got to! But
I can’t just go over and ask her over a cup of coffee. “Hi, Peggy,
heard you fucked your dog this weekend. How’d it go?” No, damn it, I
will just stop thinking about it! She flipped the television set back
on and watched blankly as a quiz program rolled a few times and then
came slowly into focus. The volume was turned off and she did not
bother to change it … the show was a complete loss and she cared not
at all to hear it as well.

With nothing more than the sheer strength of will, she blocked the
whole incident out of her thoughts, forcing herself to think of
different things, like an insomniac thinks of sheep. Slowly, like the
picture that appeared on her television screen, she began to wearily
think of the month’s bills … this much for the doctors. A car payment
due in before the sixth. Oh, and the pharmacist for Eddie’s liniment
prescription. It was working! She was finally getting that lewd image
out of her head! She glanced up again at the television screen in time
for a commercial break … Oh shit! I don’t believe it! I just don’t
believe it!

She was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks and
she wanted more than anything to tell somebody, anybody. Still
convulsing with laughter she reached for the telephone and dialed
Eddie’s office number …. it was a dog food commercial! And there,
right there on her living room TV was a big manly Doberman pinscher
that could have been Hero’s twin brother!

* * *

“Mr. Mangum, Mr. Randolph would like to see you in his office if it is
convenient.” Eddie’s feet fell from the desk top to the floor in a
resounding crash that he was immediately certain could be heard
throughout the whole floor of offices and his hand went for the
intercom button so nervously that he nearly knocked the intercom box
from his desk.

“Yes, Miss Brooks, please tell him I’ll be right there!” He was on his
feet with the same blinding speed, checking his tie in the mirror-image
of his glass door, nervously looking over his suit for spots or
noticeable wrinkles. If it is convenient! Christ, it would be
convenient at four in the morning on Christmas Eve if D. B. Randolph
wanted to see him! Randolph was the big boss. The really big boss!
Technically, he was chairman of the board of Randolph and Phitts, with
ol’ J. R. Phitts running the offices. He was in to see J. R.
practically every day and they were as close to being friends as any
top executive could be with one of his account men, but D. B. Randolph
was something else again! He’d seen the top man only once, the day he
came to work here and he was taken in like a new kid in school and
introduced to the dour-faced senior officer who gave him something
resembling a smile and a lukewarm handshake followed by a snorting
grunt and that was it.

And now he was being summoned to the ol’ boy’s suite! Around here that
had to mean one of two things … the boot or a promotion. Nobody ever
saw Randolph for any other reason!

He tossed the account men’s shared secretary, Linda Brooks, a wan smile
as he hurried out the door of his tiny office and turned down the long
paneled corridor that led to the executive suites.

“Good luck, Eddie,” the pretty redhead offered and held up her hand to
show that her fingers were crossed.

“Thanks … I hope I don’t need it.” Man, that little girl got better
looking every day! He could remember when she had first taken the job -
- pudgy with baby-fat and her hair all teased and covered in a mist of
hair spray. But somebody must have given her a few pointers! That rich
red hair spilled over her shoulders and she had lost at least ten
pounds. He cast her a quick appraising look as he rounded the corner —
maybe she didn’t lose it at all … she just shifted it around!

But there was no time for that now. He had to get himself in the right
frame of mind for D. B. Randolph. The old man was a real pro, hell, he
practically invented public relations, but he was serious about his
work. That much he knew from talking to people who had met with him in
the past … those who were still on the staff after their meetings,
that is.

He was almost there now, a few feet from the private office door of
Randolph’s secretary, a gray-haired spinster who, rumor had it, had
once been the ol’ boy’s mistress back in his spryer days. It was hard
to imagine, as heaven never created a homelier woman. She was nearly
bald with age like a man, but refused to wear a wig or even to style
her hair so that the thinned-out spots would not show. And she sported
a thin smear of a mustache that looked like some teenager’s first
attempt at being continental.

“Mr. Randolph will see you in a moment,” she said dryly, without even
looking up from her typing.

“Yes, Miss Guralnik,” he answered and took his seat unobtrusively in
the plush reception office. It could best be described as turn-of-the-
century posh. Everything had the look of opulence, but it was well-worn
richness, rather like the interior of a distinguished London men’s
club. Or at least how he imagined the interior would look, as he’d
never seen one. Not even the exterior.

He could not escape the nagging feeling that he was a school boy back
in elementary school and he had been summoned to see the principal for
some dastardly act. Like fighting at recess. Or hitting Johnny Bowers
with a spitball when the teacher’s back was turned. That was just the
way this office affected him and he suspected he was not the first to
have such thoughts.

Randolph and Phitts was certainly a bit of a shock after the outfit he
had worked for in California, but they were reputable and long-
established on the east coast and that was why he had taken the job.
That stint with Modern Pacific Promotions had left a bit of a blemish
on his otherwise spotless record and he needed a couple of years at
least with a good conservative firm like R&P to smooth it over. Not
that it had been his fault that Modern Pacific folded after less than
three years; it developed at the bankruptcy hearings that the treasurer
of the corporation, a hot-shot Harvard MBA sort, had dipped his sticky
fingers into the till on a number of occasions, and more scandalously,
apparently with the full knowledge and encouragement of the president’s
wife, an overtly amorous sort with a more-than-business interest in the
young treasurer. It seemed that they had plans to take off for the
south of France or somewhere together, but only after he had squirreled
enough away to assure them the sort of life that people usually aspire
to in that special part of the Mediterranean. But as luck would have
it, Modern Pacific ran out of money before they were satisfied that
they had enough and, well, like they say, the shit really hit the fan!

Luckily, Eddie had seen the handwriting on the wall in time and was
clear of the whole shaky operation before it collapsed like a house of
cards in a windstorm, but just the mention of Modern Pacific now caused
eyebrows to arch and tongues to wag in the public relations world.

And to top it all off, like rubbing salt in a still-smarting wound,
this company change had been forced on him smack in the middle of the
Seventy-Seventy One drought in the advertising and public relations
business. That was the bottoming out period that followed the booming
late Sixties and, as always, luxuries like advertising and promotion
were the first items axed on the corporate budget requests when the
going got rough. He could have taken his pick of a dozen jobs a couple
of years earlier, but as luck would have it, he found himself up
against the wall … a dying, scandal-ridden job on one side and the
ceaseless perils of unemployment on the other. So it had really been a
bit of unaccustomed good luck to stumble across this opening, even if
it meant a three-thousand mile transcontinental move and selling their
almost-new suburban home in a depressed market. Eddie had just about
given up on finding anything decent and was nearly reconciled to
Joining the ranks of the almost-unemployed … those in the profession
who listed themselves on job applications as “free-lancer” or
“consultant”.

Actually, Eddie had not found the opening himself. A friend of his in
Los Angeles, out of work like Eddie himself was soon to be, had been
receiving the Sunday editions of several of the east coast newspapers
from his wife who was staying in Baltimore with his parents until they
had successfully weathered the job-hunting crisis. He had actually gone
so far as applying for this job, but changed his mind at the last
minute in favor of a lesser-paying opening in the more hospitable
climes of San Francisco. But for Eddie Mangum, it was just what the
doctor ordered — respectability, good opportunity for advancement, and
a fair salary. Who cared if it meant moving out of California, right? A
man could stand any