Beastiality

The big German shepherd sat back on his haunches with ears erect and
eyes aglow, watching the shapely blonde girl move busily about the
kitchen. Her visible, soft white flesh, even that hidden beneath her
skimpy bikini, like the tossing of her shoulder-length golden hair,
pleased him with its quivering apples to her every graceful motion. Her
aromatic feminine scent filled his keen nostrils, stirring his interest
more than the smell of the foods she prepared, and occasionally lie
would wander close to her, brushing against the silken warmth of her
long naked legs.

Shirley Douglas hardly noticed the lovable dog’s ingenuous display of
affection, except when she nearly stumbled over him and reprimanded her
animal house-guest to lie down in the corner. His flattened ears and
tail-between-legs reaction as he obeyed also went unseen by the
curvaceous, twenty-five year old bride of six months — her flustered
young mind was that preoccupied with unhappiness.

How long could she go on this way? God, she could hardly call it a
marriage, nor had it been anything faintly resembling one from their
wedding night on … unless security and material wealth could replace
conjugal bed relations. Long since, Shirley had distressfully concluded
that they could not, though they had been prime reasons in her marrying
a man twice her age. Not that Frank Douglas had been any stranger to
her. She had served as his private secretary for over two years, but
aside from business, their close association had never gone beyond the
platonic stage, even when she accompanied him on week-long business
trips of the small electronics firm he owned and operated with an
efficient hand.

He had always treated her with the utmost respect — a gentleman of the
first order, as her dead mom would have said — and perhaps that was
why Shirley’s feeling toward him slipped into the category of extreme
admiration without ever touching at love. A widower of five years
himself, Frank Douglas had astounded her that evening at dinner when he
had very quietly proposed that they marry. He knew she could never love
him, that is, not in the same manner she would undoubtedly feel toward
a younger, more desirable man, he had calmly admitted, but he vowed
security and abundant kindness, plus the very limit of his ardent
capabilities, should she want them. Sex was of relative unimportance to
him, he’d shyly assured her, promising that he would always leave that
department up to her. In short, he very much needed and wanted her, no
longer as a secretary, but as his wife!

Remembering it all vividly, the dazzling, blue-eyed young blonde
recalled how thrilled and honored she had felt, and how stupid she must
have looked in her wordless astonishment as she sat there in dazed
silence listening to his quiet and almost humble proposal. Lisa, his
daughter, was seventeen, he had gone on, graduating from high school in
June. She would either be going off to college or, if she had her way,
marrying young Paul Fulton. In any event, shortly she’d be flying from
the nest to leave him rattling alone around that big house. Above all,
he abhorred the thought of that aloneness, but not anyone could
eliminate it. Some might lessen it … but she, as his wife, could make
it an impossibility!

Shirley had been too dumbfounded, overawed by his offer to answer him
that night, and gently smiling he’d said that he understood and was
willing to wait for a few days for her to consider. Of course, what he
could not have known, for she had never discussed her personal life
with him, was that the only man she had ever loved would be his age had
Viet Nam not claimed him!

Shirley had lived the life of an Army brat. Her father had been an army
career officer and most of her life was spent on U.S. posts throughout
the world. By the time she’d reached eighteen, she had attended so many
different schools she couldn’t remember them all, hated the military
existence with a passion, and especially the young shave-tail
Lieutenants a girl had to date if she wanted any social life.
Invariably, they had been conceited and arrogant, all with one main
objective in mind: To strip a girl’s panties away as soon as possible
and plunge their lust-hardened penises up between her defenseless legs.
She’d been no prude, but neither had she seen the necessity of dropping
to the level of a camp follower, and that was when she had met Major
George Waldon. He’d been handsome, straight and slender as a bayonet,
looking ten years younger than his forty-five, and finally, a genius at
making love. Whatever she’d learned or knew sexually, George had taught
her … that beautiful man she had immediately fallen hopelessly in
love with … taught her carefully and with the ultimate of skill,
keening her young passions on the whetted edge of never-ending desire.
Their plans together had been lifelong … and then he had suddenly
been torn away from her, never to come back!

Was it any great wonder that she should draw a parallel between Frank
Douglas, a man of similar age, and the lover who had brought her so
much happiness? That same night and with few second thoughts, Shirley
had excitedly made her decision. Security and kindness Frank had
offered. There’d been no doubt in her mind of their assurance, but more
important, she had measured by memory the experienced ability of an
older man who knew how to truly love a girl! The following morning in
his office she had given him her “yes” answer … and he’d not even
tried to kiss her!

It’d been a private quickie wedding in Las Vegas without so much as
Lisa’s knowing, a weekend in which Shirley had eagerly looked forward
to the intimate dynamics of sensual love once more, but … they’d
never happened! All else had been heavenly, up to that moment when he’d
possessively cradled himself between her hungering thighs after kissing
her all over in almost reverent exaltation … and suddenly she’d
realized that his huge penis was almost limp! Shocked disbelief could
hardly explain the frustrated feelings she had known at that moment.
Earlier, it’d been like some remarkable phenomenon the equal of which
she’d never seen in its long, sinewy thickness, as hard and erotically
menacing as a God’s promise … then … nothing!

He’d embarrassedly wept, moving away from her and turning his back.
Shirley had tried to console him, forcing her own needful arousal into
the background with soothing whispers of understanding. He’d been so
long without physical love, she’d breathed into his ear; there was
nothing for him to fret over or be ashamed of … in the morning it
would be different … but it hadn’t been, nor were the dozen attempts
that followed, no matter how she tried to inspire him. Once, in near-
desperation, she’d begun to move down over his big, age-softening body
with oral intentions, but he had caught hold of her and stopped it
there, suddenly bolting from the bed and their room to leave her not
only in frustration, but shamefully so. He’d despised her sincere
aggressiveness as perverted and wanton, she felt certain, and although
there were a few more futile tries made on his part, Shirley had
forcibly controlled her desire, resigning herself to the fact that
their marriage had been a terrible, terrible mistake.

Lately, he had taken to sleeping in another room, or drinking himself
into oblivion after dinner, and that generally in his study. How he
managed to carry on with his company demands amazed her, he was
drinking so heavily, but he did … and now Vincent Rivers, with his
dog, Nomad, had arrived on the scene as business house-guests … a
business Shirley didn’t like the least little bit.

The beautiful animal, she had immediately taken to; who wouldn’t? He
was a handsome, lovable dog. There was actually an acute sense of over-
intelligence about him which gave her an odd sensation, almost as if
she were in the presence of a human being when he was with her. But his
master …?

Frank had told her Vince Rivers was coming, nothing more. The moment
she’d seen the white Continental swerve into the drive and the too-
handsome, sleek-looking, well-dressed young man alight with an athletic
flourish of movement, something unpleasant had happened in her sex-
starved belly. There hadn’t been time to analyze it then and in the
three days he had been with them, Lisa’s belligerent attitude had kept
Shirley so on edge that she could concern herself with nothing else.
The vivacious young teenager despised her stepmother — there was no
denying that, anymore than she could question the fact that Frank
Douglas’ resentful daughter was using every means she could devise to
drive her from under their roof.

And Vincent Rivers gave her a distinct feeling of sexual uneasiness,
made her blush and squirm beneath the steady gaze of his lewdly
undressing dark eyes. She guessed him to be between thirty-two and
thirty-six, an unscrupulous bastard with women and as shady as an elm
tree. Yet he had Nomad, a magnificently lovable speciman of animal, and
their association confused her. The beautiful dog was not in keeping
with Rivers’ obvious rakish character. Nomad was gentle and love beamed
radiantly from his big brown eyes, not exactly the emotion a man like
Vince Rivers would inspire, nor be able to instill in such a noble
beast. Where or how Frank had met this man, Shirley had no idea, but
the basis of his being there had to do with his buying a half-interest
in Douglas Electronics, a very disheartening thought!

Perhaps it was that questionable gift called woman’s intuition which
had made her cringe at Frank’s revelation, or maybe it was the fact
that she’d been associated with the business herself that long. Anyway,
she’d tried to talk to her half-drunken husband, not necessary to
discourage the affiliation with Rivers as much as to make Frank realize
what he was doing! After all was said and done, Douglas Electronics was
his baby!

“I’ve had it! Had it … you hear, Shirley? Right up to the top of my
head I’ve had it!” Frank had replied, never looking in her direction,
never really raising his voice in emphasis as he walked around their
… her … bedroom finding the clothes he wanted. “Rivers wants
Douglas Electronics. He sits on a fortune left to him by his
grandfather. He’s young, vigorous, full of hopes and ideas! I like that
… because he reminds me of myself … but I’m too old to do the
things I want for the company. He shows his money and he’s in, Shirley
… top man! I … we, if you
want to, we’ll go to Europe … play in the sun-lands … anything, I
don’t care! But … I’ve had it! I want to get away from Los Angeles
and the Valley altogether!”

Shirley hadn’t pressed. There’d been much more in the tone of his voice
than what he’d actually said. She knew he felt uselessly old and
incapable, but perhaps more than he, Shirley realized why. At that
moment, she could have cried for him, for both of them, because she did
love him in her own way … she did! But the company was his, all his
to do with however he pleased. Not once in their six month marriage had
there been anything but the indulgent husband offering security and the
kindness he had proposed to her. Drunk? Yes, most of the time lately,
until it had become nearly unbearable between Lisa and herself, and
without any way Shirley could conceive of easing that building tension
…

The distraught young wife could hear her husband’s daughter splashing
in the swimming pool as she finished with the canapes. The girl’s boy
friend, Paul Fulton, had not come by as he’d promised earlier that
morning on the telephone. Shirley had overheard part of Lisa’s
conversation and the teenager’s mention of a two o’clock swim date. It
was now nearly four and the blonde girl imagined her stepdaughter to be
as razor-sharp angry as the jagged edge of a tin can, the way she
usually found her.

From the beginning, Lisa had not tried to hide her open contempt for
Shirley, invariably addressing her as “Stepmother” whether they were
alone or the house was filled with people. Shirley doubted that Frank
had even noticed the venom that literally dripped from his daughter’s
pretty lips, or the bitterness gleaming in her lovely onyx eyes when
the seventeen year old came in contact with her. There was no question
but what she thought Shirley had married her father only for the money
and security he offered, partial reasons the vibrant blonde woman would
never deny, but never in the cold calculating light she knew that Lisa
saw it all. How could she explain to an embittered girl who hated her
the truth of her feelings toward Frank, and this … unexpected torment
that was ruining both of their lives? God, she couldn’t! No matter how
hard she tried, and Lord knows, she’d never stopped trying — there was
just no way of reaching Lisa. Even at that moment, the preparations she
was engaged in were for her stepdaughter’s graduation pool-party only a
few hours off.

Shirley turned away from the counter, wishing that Frank hadn’t
insisted on making an almost social event of it. She, herself, had
wanted to confine the affair just to Lisa’s teenage friends, but her
husband had felt it was a good time for parents and neighborhood
friends to get together for a “blast” as he put it, and there was no
reasoning with him these alcoholic days.

Actually, it hadn’t been necessary for her to bother with any of the
preparations. The hired help who were due any minute would have looked
after it all. Frank had endowed her with ample people to keep her from
ever using her dainty little hands in the kitchen, but she had done it
because she wanted to! God, she had to keep doing something to occupy
her mind … either that, or start running as fast and as far as she
could away from there … and she wasn’t quite ready to throw in the
towel yet … but how much longer could she go on this way?

Nomad whimpered from his corner of the kitchen, attracting her
attention and Shirley smiled over at him, remembering her unnecessary
shortness with him moments before. He was such a sensitive animal. His
big brown eyes seemed to be pleading with her for just one kind word,
his beautiful ears like regal spires on a crown.

“Oh, come here, baby … Shirley’s sorry,” the curvaceous, long-haired
girl half-whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches as he
quickly trotted toward her and she took his handsome head between
small, slender hands. “She didn’t mean to scold you, darling, you’re
such a lovable guy.” She leaned close, kissing him between the eyes,
the affectionate act actually surprising her … but he was such an
adorable animal. Instantly, his long, pink tongue licked out to brush
warmly over her lips in answer, a second surprising emotion flickering
inside her. “Well … you old lover, you!” she softly exclaimed,
smiling as she straightened up, still fondly petting his massive head.
“Let’s see if we can find something for you in the fridge before
Shirley takes a bath.”

Nomad trotted along beside her, brushing against her naked thigh as if
he couldn’t get close enough, she thought, pleased at his warm display
of attachment. She found the left-over end of a roast, little more than
a tidbit for his gargantuan appetite and she couldn’t help but laugh as
he gulped it away in several bites of his powerful jaws. Then, he went
to his bowl of drinking water while she stood watching, at the same
time deciding against the swim she had planned on earlier. For certain,
Lisa wouldn’t welcome her presence, and she doubted their relationship
would stand much more strain without bursting at the seams. Better that
she bathe and rest a little to be ready for whatever stress the evening
could hold in store.

Nomad whined behind her when she walked off toward her bedroom with a
heavy sigh. Shirley heard it and turned to see him staring
questioningly after her. Again, she smiled, her mood immediately
brightening at the longing expression on the big darling’s handsome
face. “Well, come on if you want to, baby,” she invited him. “I guess
we both need each other’s company.”

He barked, not loud, but as if he were actually answering her. He
quickly responded, brushing his strong, furry body against the smooth
naked flesh of her leg every step of the way into her bedroom, a
welcome feeling of companionship stirring pleasantly inside the forlorn
young bride. She couldn’t help but think of his master as she closed
the door behind them, then again petted his great head.

“How did that sleazy man ever come by you Nomad?” Shirley asked aloud,
reaching up behind her back to unfasten her bikini halter. “Somehow,
you two just don’t go together … unless I have the charming Mr.
Vincent Rivers figured all wrong …”

Nomad sat back on the soft plush bedroom carpeting to watch her quickly
stripping away her swimsuit, knowing from past experience that she
would be soft and white-looking to him, the nakedness of her with
nothing hidden causing his mouth to open as he began to quietly pant.
He watched her full-rounded curves quiver and sway to her undressing
movements, her pretty smile for him warm and real. Then he saw that the
long golden hair of her head was of a lighter shade than the fringing
curls between her smooth white thighs, and the sight of those long
tresses tossing with the ripples of her softly curved body pleased him.

Shirley couldn’t help but study the remarkable dog while she drew water
and prepared her bath. He had followed her into the large tiled
bathroom to take up an observing position nearby, lying down on the
shag rug. He was such an affectionate and genial animal, to say nothing
of his striking beauty and intelligence … and those eyes, almost
human, she mused, for the first time sensing a flushing twinge in her
cheeks at the way they were avidly staring at her.

Lord, what a ridiculous thought, the naked blonde beauty reasoned,
climbing into the tub. Then, the soothing warm water blended with her
preference of scented bath toiletry, slowly made her forget everything
for a few luxurious minutes. She caressed the fluffy suds over her
full, voluptuously rounded breasts, feeling their tiny pink nipples
budding firmly to her own touch, her denied young body stirring
sensuously as if provoked by the gentle hand of her lover. Memories of
her wonderful Major rushed to mind, but she drove them back, yet not
before a series of rippling delights tingled through her sensitive
loins and quickly aroused belly.

God, this would never do! She would only get herself worked up into a
helpless state of excitement, and there was no darling George to
satisfy the almost spontaneous heat building in her love-starved young
body! She climbed from the tub, refusing to even let herself think
until she was certain the tormentful interlude had passed … but it
hadn’t … nor could she keep erotic reveries from worming into her
conscious mind! She could see her dead lover’s virile nakedness as
clearly as if he were standing before her … remembering how he had
made love to her … and she to him … his long thick length of
swollen male hardness rushing wildly up into her soft, craving belly
… or sucked eagerly into her wanting mouth … his skilled tongue
licking feverishly between her legs … oh God, yes, that was it,
intoxicating enchantment … his magnificent, licking tongue!

Damn! I’ve got to stop this! Got to!

Nomad watched closely the movements of his hostess’ glistening shapely
body as she climbed from the tub and began to quickly towel herself,
his sharp sense of smell detecting the sudden heated scent her female
nakedness had begun to breathe into the room. It was not one he was
unfamiliar with, and even before this he had picked up its exciting
aroma when he had gotten near her. He felt the reflexive heavy weight
come alive and grow in his own fetal loins as he watched her turn and
look at her reflection in the glassed walls of the room.

For a moment, Shirley stood statuesquely, admittedly taking pleasure in
the harmonious balance of her alluring young curves, a sensation of
narcissism strong in her mind-aroused belly. She was well aware of her
own physical charms, and had always secretly been excited by them …
the full and pink nipple-capped breasts and slender waist sweeping into
the flare of her generously arched hips and smoothly rounded thighs.
How her loving Major had revered her long legs … like those of a
goddess, he’d said, and the shape of her calves, slender ankles and
tiny feet, kissing them all over … just as Frank had done the night
of their wedding.

With her fingertip, outlined the secret milky whiteness her bikini had
covered, remembering how that intimate flesh had fascinated her new
husband. He’d kissed it all, the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted
breasts, the creamy, unsunned ovals of her breasts, kissed and
caressed with panting breaths of excitement … and then … what had
happened? Oh God, she didn’t want to remember that ordeal … and she
dropped her eyes to the satiny stretch of untanned skin covering her
flaring hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the
gossamer triangle of sparse, blondish hair began to curl up over her
pussy mound and down along the fleshy vaginal lips, tiny quivers of
mounting excitement tippling feverishly through her.

She had no intentions of denying herself any longer! She was anything
but super-human, and her own love-making was better than none at all
… far better than anything she’d known the past six months! Not that
this was the first time she’d had to resort to her own fingers for
release since her gallant Major, but she’d truly tried to control her
desire as well as the unwanted method after marrying Frank.

Shirley dropped the bath towel and sighed with a visible tremble,
stroking her own caressing hands downward over her hips as she
passionately eyed the mirror. Her soft, short breaths increased in
their intensity with the brushing of her small hands inward toward the
smooth base of her trembling belly to the sensitively pulsating mound
of flesh beneath its silky covering. She taunted the aching mound,
pressuring her extended fingers inward, and the pinkness of her already
moistened vaginal slit briefly mesmerized her.

Oh God! I have to … have to! I can’t stand it another minute!

Nomad whined, suddenly commanding the naked young wife’s desire-filled
attention. Almost shamefully, Shirley stopped her lewd, sensual
caresses, to look at him through sparkling blue eyes incited with self-
lust. “Just never mind! You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to!”
she said, then smiled lovingly at him. “But there are some things,
darling … some things that a girl has to do once in awhile … and
this is my once-in-awhile!” She moved toward him and he wagged his
tail, licking his long pink tongue around his jaws, then at her soft,
sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his head.

She couldn’t help but wonder if, or what, he might be actually thinking
as his big brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her nakedness with an
incredulous greed she told herself was in his eyes. Then, a sensation
of exhibitionism fired the stimulation eating at her as she stood there
posing lewdly before those gleaming animal orbs.

“Y-you can even watch, darling … watch me do it to myself if you
want!” she whispered raspily, that lurid thought heaping unneeded coals
onto the glowing bed of desire licking hungrily inside her incited
loins and belly. “Come with me, Nomad baby!” she excitedly whispered,
leading him back into the bedroom. “Sit right there where you can see
good, young man, and watch Shirley make herself cum like an erupting
volcano!”

The massive German shepherd stayed beside her, not following, but
crowding his big strong body against the warm naked flesh of her thigh
as she walked, the emanating scent of her body-heat saturating his
sensitive nostrils. He waited, watching her climb onto the bed, her
soft curves dancing for him with every movement … and then she was
lying on her back and breathing heavily, no longer looking in his
direction. He saw her long white legs spread open in a crab-like
position, her small hand moving down between them to the curl-fringed
pink opening of her loins. Intently, he locked his eyes on her pussy,
seeing her fingers beginning to work in a taunting, circling motion,
tiny sighs of delight coming from her parted lips as her lush white
buttocks rose and fell on the bed to accompany her rhythmically probing
fingers … and that was when he effortlessly hopped up onto the bed!

The unexpected move took Shirley wholly by surprise. It abruptly
stopped her lurid cunt-fingering, momentarily shattering her sensuous
mood as she stared down between her quite obscenely spread legs to see
the powerful animal move forward between them, and she could only stare
in astonished wonderment! She drew away her hand almost in
embarrassment, and raised up onto her forearms. Certainly, he hadn’t
frightened her … simply startled her with his unexpected action …
but there was also his lewd position between her yawning thighs to
consider!

Something held her back from ordering the huge dog away as she watched
in lascivious fascination, her widened blue eyes mirroring the
bewildering, heated impulses inside her. His loving brown ones were
sweeping over her exposed female charms as if he were actually
engorging a physical hunger, much like her own, she thought as she
gaped, breathlessly captivated. And then, he began moving in even
closer up over her, dropping his beautiful head to suddenly lick out
with a searing, liquid tongue against the satiny flesh of her softly
spasming belly!

Shirley gasped out at the unthought-of hot contact, the immediate
parchiness in her throat causing her to swallow with a gulping sound as
the pink length of abrasive animal-flesh began to lick wetly over her
tremoring, muscle-tightening belly! The sensations he immediately
aroused were unmeasurable and she felt helpless beneath them as again
and again he did it. She lay there beneath the intoxicating length of
his moist animalish caresses, his fervent tongue causing incredible
sensations of unknown desire to spiral blindingly through her body,
wildly feeding tier lustful yearning!

Ooohhh … this was beyond the fantastic! He was acting like a lover
… and she had no intentions of stopping him! Just … just how far
would he go if she let him? My God! The dog’s long damp tongue was now
licking with hot possessiveness up over the quivering flesh of her
belly, working higher and higher until it was truly laving the ripely
swelling undersides of her desire-filled breasts! With a tenderness she
couldn’t believe, he washed up over each of them in turn, narrowing in
closer and closer on the tiny straining buds of their pink nipples!
Shirley couldn’t hold back the moan escaping her when his claiming dog-
tongue hotly grazed the desire-hardened tips, first one and then the
other, sending thrills of obscene enticement soaring through her
nakedly quivering body!

Ooohhh, Lord! She should stop him … not let it go any further! It was
utterly salacious! Wh-what was she thinking or.

Then suddenly he stopped! Disappointment welled up inside Shirley and
she raised her head higher to see the hulking German shepherd backing
down between her wide-open legs. She bit at her lower lip to keep from
calling him back … then, as she watched, he poised his massive head
between her lewdly spread thighs and slowly lowered it, his hot animal
breaths teasing against the fringe of silky blonde hair there!

Mesmerized, the keyed-up young wife shivered in disbelief when his cold
wet nose brushed against the warm sensitive flesh of her soft inner-
thighs … gasping to its contact with the pouting pink lips of her
susceptible pussy! She heard his little whimper as he sniffed at her
sensually aroused loins, his long nose probing at her vulnerable pussy-
flesh with inconceivable familiarity! Shirley felt the moist coolness
of it beginning to explore the smooth valley between her spread-apart
buttocks, and then the fearfully shying lips of her puckered anus!

“Ooohhhh!” the luridly positioned young bride gasped in bewildered
excitement. “Y-you handsome devil! Just what are you up to?”

The dog’s hot tongue, as if in answer, shot out to lick feverishly up
and down her deep nether crevice, centering on her snug little anal
mouth, the worming tip wiggling between the clasping, baby-like lips!
Again, Shirley gasped out in lust-charging captivation as his tongue
began to lick wetly at the narrow pink cuntal split between her
obscenely held-open thighs! Involuntary moans gurgled up into her
parched throat, responsive tremors fluttering over her naked white
flesh as he laved fluidly upward over the full length of her passion-
moistened cunt! Ooohhhh Lord … what wild sensations … and they were
stabbing inward to penetrate to the very nerve center of her
tremulously Tired belly!

He didn’t stop, nor did she want him to! His searing animal-tongue
began to spread between the resilient, swollen lips of her curl-framed
pussy with tong, intensive sweeps, splaying the erotic pink flesh,
pausing finally to lunge with an assailing twirl far up into the heated
depths of her ardently throbbing vagina! Shirley choked, her desire-
filled young body convulsing as she dropped flat onto her back,
writhing in ungovernable enchantment to his incessant oral love-making,
mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the handsome beast full access
to her steaming loins!

From the beginning of his obscenely beautiful love-making, the too-long
denied young wife had been helpless, unable to resist the intoxicating
thrills his pleasureful tongue was generating through her sex-starved
body. Her moaning increased beneath his unceasing licking, her lust-
inflamed mind slipping into a nirvana of pure sensuality. He too whined
as his ravishing animal-tongue grazed and bathed her unresisting loins,
from the tiny circle of her anus tingling upward through the hot wet
crevice of her sensation-infused cunt. At the peak, it hesitated, his
skill perplexing her when it abruptly flicked at the quivering bud of
her clitoris, forcing a groan of enrapturing shock to burst from her
lips.

Time lost its meaning! On and on it went, nothing else in the world of
the least importance, nothing except the magnificent, relentless tongue
licking maddeningly through and over her burning, passion-wet cuntal
flesh until she was gasping and writhing in her feverish nakedness
beneath it!

“Ooohhh … ooohhh … ooohhh … Shirley groaned in throaty sounds as
Nomad flicked his tongue in a fervid, spearing coil up beyond the
clasping mouth of her long-unused vaginal passage! “Oooohhh … yes …
yes, darling! Do it … do it for Shirley, lover! Make me cuuummmmmm!”

With an animalistic whine of her own, the lust-crazed blonde girl drew
her knees lewdly back further to her pulsating breasts, and reaching
down between them to grasp the dog’s ears, pulling his long nose down
tight into her wetly clutching vagina! His sizzling tongue raced up the
hot, greedy channel like a loving whip, his canine whimpers mixing with
hers to his fierce, lashing penetration of the glistening flesh between
her wantonly gaping thighs and buttocks.

“Damn … yes! Oh, lick it, darling! Lick the fire out of my pussy!”
she hissed again, raising her head higher to stare down between her
luridly drawn-up thighs and elevated loins to watch whatever she could
of the forbidden, bestial picture! Almost frantic impulses of burning
passion charged through her at the obscene spectacle! Her wide-split
cunt was flushed to a. blood-engorged redness, its raw flesh the most
lust-enthralling sight she could remember! Her hair-lined cuntal lips
were spread like a ravenous mouth with Nomad’s long animal-nose thrust
right up into the tight, slippery sheath of her inflamed vagina! She
could feel his powerful jaws working when he opened them wider, working
his tongue like a huge throbbing cock, stretching the elasticized
entrance as he burrowed it wildly up into her quaking belly, reaching
new intimate depths with every exotic lunge! Frantically, she began to
pull at his great furry head while thrusting her omniverously devouring
loins up at him, tucking his long tongue like a thick, fur-covered cock
farther and farther up into her screaming cunt!

Shirley never heard the pained whimper the big animal made. She was too
overwhelmed by the unique sensations of his raging tongue-tip smoothing
against, then trying to worm its way into the little clam-like mouth of
her cervix, incredible impulses of shattering intensity convulsing her
naked young body! Ooohhh … she was going to cum! He’d done it …
with his beautiful long nose shoved right into her clasping pussy-flesh
and his magnificent tongue stabbing like a hot flame at her sensitive
cervix!

Deliriously, the love-hungering young bride clutched at the dog’s head,
forcing his phallic nose another fraction of an inch up into the hotly
throbbing passage. She grasped mindlessly at his ears as she lustfully
humped her wide-split loins up onto his buried animal-face and felt the
insane ecstasy of his scorching tongue caressing and spearing deep up
between her quivering legs.

“Ooohhh Goddd … I’m cuummmiiinnnggg … babbyyyyyy!” Shirley cried,
hauling almost savagely at Nomad’s handsome head as she tucked it in
wanton passion, the bubble of sensuous excitement bursting inside her
to deluge her spasming nakedness with exhaustive ripplings of orgasmic
fulfillment …!

Chapter 2

Lisa slipped the white terry-cloth shift on over the brief bikini she
had bought especially for her party. With a flourish she freed her long
raven hair, shook it out and began to brush with intentions of up-
sweeping it into a practical pony-tail. She smiled to herself as she
visualized the expression her boy friend Paul would undoubtedly light
up with at first glimpse of her teeny-weeny black bikini. At least, she
hoped he would; she’d bought it with him in mind. While it actually
provided all of the conventional coveting society demanded, it had been
designed to provoke the male senses more than nakedness ever could …
depending, of course, on what one had in mind.

The vivacious, dark-eyed teenager sipped at her vodka-tonic as she sat
before her vanity adeptly styling her coiffure, the little cogs of her
mind working right along in unison. She’d been more disappointed than
angry when Paul hadn’t shown up for their private swim-date earlier,
but he’d put her at ease with a phone call, belated as it was. A sudden
interview for a position at one of the local banks had come up and he’d
only had a few minutes to make it. Consequently, he hadn’t been able to
call her until after, and as always, the handsome lamb had been full of
apologies. It had been something his father had arranged for him with
the bank manager, a business acquaintance Paul had said, but he really
had no idea what his chances were of getting the position.

She hoped to God he didn’t have any! Lisa could think of nothing more
devastating than a life with a banker-husband and living close to
everything she wanted to get away from … well, maybe not everything
… not daddy, anyway … but Paul’s doting, religious parents, and
that crafty bitch Shirley who had hoodwinked her father into marrying
her. The thought of an existence amidst them was nauseating. Oh, the
Valley was a tremendous area all right, but a few thousand miles
separating them would be a hell of a lot better, especially between
shrewd Shirley and herself. Her mom had probably turned over in her
grave, poor darling, and there was no question but what that blonde
whore had daddy well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. Of course, he
realized his mistake now, after it was too late … saw her for what
she was, but she’d already sunk in her fangs. No matter which way he
turned, she was going to financially bleed him, and as much as
anything, Lisa didn’t want to be on hand to watch that. God, she might
throttle her with her own little hands!

The well-proportioned teenager gulped from her glass as if to wash away
the mounting, never-absent resentment she couldn’t help but feel for
her “stepmother.” She was hardly a drinker, but for the last year her
father had permitted her one or two before dinner if she wanted them.
She preferred the non-lingering effects of a little marijuana, though
Paul got uptight when she even mentioned it, so she’d been careful to
only sneak a joint in now and then with her girl friends.

Lisa had long since made up her mind that nothing was going to go wrong
between Paul Fulton and herself. She loved him and had for several
years, even knew way back then that she was going to marry him the
moment he was out of college, and now he was! He had his degree, was a
financial specialist, and she didn’t intend that all of those long
years of waiting while he prepared himself should be wasted with him
ending up in some crummy bank job! There were bigger and more beautiful
things in store for them, she felt certain!

Tonight was going to be one of those spectacular events … a happening
… because she intended to give him the virginity she’d been carefully
saving for that moment when they both arrived! And they had! The
education bit was now behind them. She had no desire to go on and be
anything but Paul Fulton’s wife, and he possessed the credential which
could and would support them! They’d get married right away and use the
trust fund her mom had left her for a start … go east somewhere … a
couple of thousand miles at the least, far from all of this and the
bitch of a “stepmother” who had kept her from her own father’s wedding!

But she didn’t want to think of Shirley, or any of the immediate
environment suffocating her… only Paul … the way he kissed her …
the myriad times she had unwantingly pressed his creeping hand from
between her hot thighs, or away from the swollen fullness of her
straining breasts … feeling his throbbing hardness against her
aroused, soft belly when he held her tightly against him! Those were
the ultimate things in her life, and tonight she’d show him with no
limits, right in the back seat of his car, the tiny bikini she was
wearing not only the enticing prop which was going to seduce him, but
the easiest garment in the world to be rid of in an emergency!

* * * *

Vincent Rivers enjoyed meeting new people, they were all potential
contributors to his livelihood. He enjoyed flashing his practiced
smile, holding a wife’s hand a second too long, watching the way they
made over Nomad. Women, hungry wives, had always intrigued him in veins
even going beyond sex, specifically gold ones, though that sensual
sport invariably played a part in the final accomplishment.

He was pleased with the multitude of female guests milling about Frank
Douglas’ pool-side, hardly noticing their male companions as he quietly
sat in a deck chair, arising only when someone chose to introduce him.
Nomad lay stretched out, leashed beside him. It wasn’t quite time to
let the powerful German shepherd do his Geiger-counter thing, though
Vince had no doubts but what he would in grand style. The mutt hadn’t
failed him yet … and he’d thought he was being taken in that poker
game … that fucking gypsy …

A teenage dollie jumped into the pool and came up with one firm, white
breast exposed, causing his heavy loins to stir reflexively while the
other kids laughed heartily, one boy making an attempt to help the
unembarrassed girl conceal the resilient nipple-tipped mound back
inside the wisp of her bathing suit brassiere. He watched their hell-
raising antics, the enticing young chicks constantly pulling and
tugging at their tiny bikinis, the fellows paying no attention. Maybe
he was more highly sexed, he thought as he went through the motion of
lighting a cigarette, confident that his smile was more handsome than
lecherous …

And then, she made her appearance, the belle of the occasion, Miss Lisa
Douglas … and wearing a black bikini that was nothing short of
nothing! On a body like hers, it could be called “inciting to not!”
Damn! When she turned from him he saw that about two inches of her deep
young ass-crevice was on display, and any man could hardly ignore the
voluptuously rounded ovals of those full teenage buttocks … unless he
was looking at her stepmother! Christ knows, he’d feasted his eyes on
the both of them enough the past few days, but only in wishful
thinking. Right now he had no intentions of lousing up his big score
with daddy, and making a pass at his women-folk could sure as hell do
it. On the other hand, should either one of those dolls give him the
eyes, which wasn’t likely, he was damn certain he wouldn’t pass it up.

What surprised the casually dressed, roving-eyed house guest was that
lovely blonde Shirley Douglas seemed to be on the up and up. At first,
he’d figured her for a cool, seductive operator who was putting her own
bite on the old boy and using her ass as the tender trap, but that
wasn’t adding up. They didn’t even sleep together, and Frank was zonked
most of the time. Still, they got on great together, no outward
animosity, with her always right there to look after his wants and
needs. A crazy frigging setup … a luscious broad like her with no
obvious cock keeping her happy … or maybe she was a lez! Could be!
She certainly chilled him right from the beginning. But if she was,
little Lisa wasn’t her partner, not the way those two got on.

It was obvious that the kid had no use for her “stepmother” … and the
way she could spit out that word, like it was burning acid in her
pretty teenage mouth. Yeah, Lisa was jealous, all right, or it might
just be that the kid didn’t like the cut Shirley would get of the
family jewels should something happen to daddy. Well, neither of them
were going to have too much worrying over that end of it. He intended
to help alleviate their problem and damned soon, as quick as he was
satisfied that he had Frank Douglas’ signature down pat and he could
lay his hand on a company check.

Speak of the devil … Vince saw the big grey-haired man walk onto the
scene wearing swim-trunks and a broad gun, with a drink in his hand. He
was tall with heavy shoulders, but softening, a layer of tanned flab
and the beginning of a paunch showing his age. Once, he’d probably been
quite athletic, Vince thought, watching his mark shaking hands and
spreading greetings around amongst smiling, drinking friends. Everyone
seemed to like the old boy, or at least they were pretending to … and
why not, invited to a free bash like this, servants and the whole
smear. Lucky bastard, sitting on his pot of gold … while he walked
around with fifty bucks in his pocket and the goddamn finance company
trying to locate his Continental. Shit, he had to make his move soon
…

A burst of rock sounds filled with twilight, drowning out some of the
laughter and voices. Vince watched Lisa with her wide-eyed, skinny boy
friend join some of the other teenagers in a series of sensual
gyrations they camouflaged under the term “dancing.” Paul Fulton
reminded him of a jack-o’-lantern the way he was grinning and bug-
eyeing the curvy young bitch’s near-naked breasts, and Christ, Vince
couldn’t blame him much. Those firm full mounds were doing a mind-
bending dance all their own, like the half-revealed ovals of her
rounded ass-cheeks, and there weren’t too many of the older male
generation present who were missing the attraction. Not that the pool-
side was lacking in sexy young female pulchritude, but Lisa Douglas was
by far the star, over-shadowed only by her blonde stepmother and she
was hiding her voluptuous charms beneath a silky summer-slack outfit as
she moved among the guests.

Vince felt his penis stir agitatedly in his pants as he watched the
generous curves of the provocative teenager ripple and sway temptingly
to the rhythm of the music. Christ, what a delight it’d be to sink his
thick cock between those, young, tender thighs. He wondered if she was
a virgin? Probably not … rarities these days … but was she wasting
it on that scrawny bastard, Fulton? Shit, he didn’t look as if he’d
know what to do with it … and she was a friendly kid, too, at least
she had been so far with him. No come-on or anything like that, but no
chill the way blonde Shirley stirred him, either …

Nomad’s sudden whimper beside him caught Vince River’s attention. He
looked down to see the big animal staring in the direction of an
approaching redhead. She was smiling down at the mutt, a shapely doll
about his own age, Vince appraised, her over-abundance of breasts
straining the multi-colored halter trying to harness them. Her hips and
thighs were just a little meaty, but maybe it was the tightness of the
shorts she was wearing. Christ, the outline of her pussy-lips was as
distinct as the part in his hair!

She bent down and petted the dog, giving Vince an ample display of deep
white cleavage before beaming him a smile. “You’re Vincent Rivers,
aren’t you? I’m Anita Parsons, next door neighbor,” she introduced
herself as he stood up catching her hand to hold in a gentle pressure.
“I’ve already met Nomad. He’s dropped by for a snack a couple of times
…”

I’ll bet, Vince thought, nodding and smiling as she rambled on. So, the
old Geiger-counter was working true to form … and her hubby was an
attorney … probably with some loot stashed, too, but nothing like
daddy Frank was sitting on. Well, she would do for a romp or two if
nothing better turned up, the slick con-artist decided, fileing her
into his mental archives. And she was turning it on for him like a
whore on holiday … Then a couple more neighborhood wives joined her,
all with special attentions for the lecherous mutt who always got the
gravy before he did, and by the looks of things the four-legged cock-
hound had really been getting around.

Vince unleashed the whimpering German shepherd, watching with inner
delight the way he began brushing up against the trio in turn to
brighten the atmosphere with some scarlet faces. Then, he was off to
rub the thighs of a few more, Vince making his excuses and following
along to keep score. Christ, the bastard had really been doing all
right for himself, though only Anita Parsons looked like anything worth
following up. But guests were still arriving, and the party was getting
livelier and bawdier; lots of goodies could happen yet. A couple trying
to dance with the younger group suddenly fell into the pool. The
teenagers were getting more disgusted by the minute. Oh, that
generation gap. Vince grinned to himself … and then, he saw Paul
Fulton leading Shirley by the hand to the dance area and Lisa’s eyes
glaring like a pair of jeweled flame-throwers! Yeah, things were
getting wilder and wilder, all right!

* * * *

Frank Douglas wasn’t too surprised after he’d raised his hands and
asked for quiet, then beckoned his only child to his side, putting his
arm affectionately around her slender young waist to feel her recoil.
He knew he was drunk and that she hated that, and that she regarded
most of their neighbors and friends as a generation of hypocrites with
their booze and sleezy infidelities, practicing a “do as I say, and not
as I do,” philosophy on their children. He was well aware of all that,
plus her dislike of Shirley and lack of respect for him in marrying
her. But he was in hopes that when he handed her the keys to the new
convertible parked in the drive which he’d bought her as a graduation
present, she would understand he loved her, and above all that he
wanted her to love him as she always had …

Lisa smiled, thanked him, then kissed his cheek while everyone clapped,
the cold little imprint of her lips lingering there long after the
party was back in full swing. Frank went to the bar and replenished his
Scotch on the rocks, bantering meaningless words with grinning-faced
guests, feeling empty inside. He saw Lisa in her white shift now,
pulling at Paul Fulton’s arm as if she were trying to drag him away
from dancing with Shirley.

“We’re all leaving … come on, Paul!” Frank heard his teenage daughter
snap. “This party’s getting to be a drag … isn’t that right,
stepmother? Come on, hon, I’ll let you be the first to drive my
consolation prize. We’re all going to Jerry’s!”

Christ, what had happened to his whole goddamn world? Had he been that
wrong in thinking he was entitled to a second helping of happiness
after Mavis died? It wasn’t as if he’d rushed out like a madman with
his cock in his hand looking for someone to stick it into. He’d waited
for five years, five lonely years that he never would’ve been able to
endure if it hadn’t been for Lisa, along with his work. Then, his
blonde angel had come along, but even when he realized that he was
crazy in love with her, he’d waited, letting it grow on him, not
wanting to make an ass of himself or hurt anyone. And in the end, he’d
done just that … wound up an impotent old fool hurting everyone
involved.

He watched his beautiful young wife move gracefully away from the
teenagers without a word back at his embittered daughter, immediately
smiling and joining a circle of older guests. Christ, how he loved her,
but he loved his daughter Lisa too, and how could he take sides? He’d
hoped that somehow they’d be able to work it out between them, that
gradually Lisa’s jealous rancor would mellow, but it hadn’t, and he
knew that Shirley had bent over backward to reach the girl.

Damn, his Shirley was such a luscious beauty. He’d never forget their
wedding night when he’d seen her for the first time all breathtakingly
naked. Spellbound, he’d stood there stating at her lying on the bed
like a sculptured statue of a goddess come to life, waiting for him to
come and take her. His heavy cock had burst into the hardness of an
anvil, he remembered, throbbing and hurting with its long denial. He’d
been gasping, almost choking as he crawled onto the bed, afraid to
touch her for fear she might shatter, or dissolve right before his eyes
… And then, he’d kissed her all over, every secret inch of her soft
intimate curves and smooth hollows with a hungering reverence that
seemed to drain the sap from his very bones! His loins had pulsated
with a torment the likes of which he’d never imagined, and though the
aching desire to thrust his lust-swollen cock up into her waiting hot
belly had been a near-insanity inside him … he knew he couldn’t …
she was too precious … too delicately gorgeous to violate!

A fixation? That’s what Doc Gordon had told him …

“Nothing unusual about it, Frank,” he’d said. “Men who revere rather
than love a woman often get hung-up this way. But I wouldn’t worry too
much about it. Give it a little time, fellow … remember, you’re fifty
like me, and you’ve suddenly walked back into the Garden of Eden.” He’d
laughed. “Some of these young apples can really give you a belly ache,
and they don’t have to be green either …”

There’d been more … nothing of value. He’d gone to a bar and drank
himself into a lusty state, then taxied home, leaving his car behind,
determined to do what he’d finally come to realize she really wanted
him to do, make passionate love to her! God, how excited she’d been,
sensuously offering that beautiful white body up to him … and even
moving down over him to suck his refusing limp penis into hardness for
both of them … but he couldn’t let her! He just couldn’t let her …
she was too beautiful.

Someone said something, addressing him directly and the big man nodded
and laughed. He hardly knew what was going on around him. Christ, he
was drunk … and that was the best part … not knowing what was going
on around you. He wandered off, knowing he was staggering, but making a
special effort. Maybe Lisa was right, the party was getting to be a
drag, especially for incapable old men. He’d go to his study where he
could drink in quiet and think about Shirley. What the hell did he care
about these neighborhood scrubs? Nothing … not really, and his
daughter’s cold kiss still clung to his cheek … Christ, how he hoped
Rivers would take the operation of the business off his hands … maybe
then he and Shirley … maybe … just maybe …

* * * *

Shirley had drunk more than usual, but she wasn’t sorry. God knows, she
really needed its effects to keep her going this horrible night. Frank
had just gone off into the house and there wasn’t much doubt what his
intentions were. Lisa had hurt him deeply, damn her. What she needed
was a good face slapping and someone to bring her to her senses. Oh,
Shirley didn’t care about the way the embittered girl had acted with
her; that was unimportant, but with her own father and in front of
everyone … My consolation prize …! What a wicked thing to say …
and the way she’d acted because Paul had asked her, Shirley, to dance!

Nothing had gone right all evening for the unhappy blonde wife, though
she had anticipated most of it. All the same, she’d been careful not to
let the guests read it like an open book on her face. Not that she
personally cared about appearances, but for Frank and Lisa’s sake, yes,
she did. And to make matters just a little worse, she had seen the way
Nomad was being friendly with some of the neighbor wives, an odd
sensation of jealousy gnawing at the base of her belly. Maybe, she’d
been a little too free in letting Mr. Rivers’ pet out to roam around.
Anita Parsons had been making over him every chance she got all
evening, and Nomad had responded by rubbing up against her … God …
had that red-headed bitch taken advantage of him too?

“They’ve changed the music to something a little more in keeping with
my era, Mrs. Douglas … would you care to try it once?” Vincent
Rivers’ voice jarred Shirley from her thoughts. She half-turned to see
his too-handsome face smiling confidently down at her. Simultaneously,
Nomad trotted up, whimpering, and began to brush affectionately against
her legs.

“Well, hello, darling … where’ve you been all evening?” she managed,
bending down to pet his great animal-head, her mind racing like an
atomic engine. She knew she was blushing when she straightened. “Th-
They never forget the hand that feeds them, do they?”

“No … of course not, and I’m sure you’ve fed him well … taken the
best of care of him while I’ve been following your husband around the
plant, Shirley,” he said, actually using her given name for the first
time. “You’re very kind and I appreciate it, but I think I’d like it
better if you danced with me.”

She could think of no way to refuse her house guest, and after all, it
was a little ridiculous, wasn’t it? At last surveillance, this was
supposed to be a party, and there were some thirty other people milling
around … She let him take her hand and draw her possessively inside
his arms. He didn’t dance … he floated, and that was certainly what
she would have expected from Vince Rivers. Not one tiny mistake as she
sensed herself seeming to blend with his lean, tall frame to the
pleasing rhythm of the music; yet he didn’t clutch at her, nor
suggestively press against the soft give of her enjoying body as she
feared he might. It’d been so long since she’d danced this way … and
the liquor, warm in her belly, was excitingly spurring her on.

“Do you do everything as well as you dance, Shirley?” he whispered down
into her ear.

She felt herself starching to the question, made a misstep and
stumbled. He caught her gracefully, smoothing back into basic steps.
She said: “I’m not very accomplished, Mr. Rivers. I suppose you’d just
have to call me a … loyal housewife?”

“The backbone of the world they tell me,” he replied. “But then, like
Kinsey, I like to find things out for myself. He tells a raft of
secrets regarding loyal housewives.”

Shirley swallowed tightly, but not from his words as much as the more
possessive hold he had taken around her. For the first time, she felt
the undeniable swell of his hardening male flesh snug against the
resilience of her soft belly. She looked up at him, her defensive blue
eyes fighting his shifty dark ones. “You’ve got the wrong wife, Mr.
Riven,” she hissed, but not before the sensation of his lengthening
hardness stirred whiskey-roused impulses to flutter through her man-
denied young loins.

“No … I’ve just got a girl who’s made up her mind to dislike me,” he
replied, still smiling. “She likes my dog but she despises me.”

“Your dog wears his heart on his collar, Mr. Rivers. There’s nothing
pretentious about him.”

“And me? Am I some sort of vampire?”

“Some sort, but I haven’t figured that out yet,” Shirley replied as the
song ended and she backed out of his arms. “Maybe I will if you’re here
a few more days.”

“And maybe you’re just trying to protect what the virgin does,” Rivers
said, wishing immediately that he hadn’t. Christ, she was sharp …

Shirley laughed. “Virgin? Let’s not make the game too complicated, Mr.
Rivers. Virgins are your meat, as the saying goes. No … no … you
have bigger stakes in mind than innocent little girls, and I’ll remind
you that I’m not one of them. Be careful, sir! Be careful! Frank
Douglas isn’t without people who love him!”

Chapter 3

Vince Rivers stared after the sensually flowing curves of Shirley
Douglas with lustful eyes as the young blonde wife walked away from him
to bid good night to some guests who were leaving. He knew there was a
noticeable bulge in the front of his trousers if any of the
neighborhood bitches cared to take a look. Maybe it would give them a
little charge, but he could care less now. Anita Parsons and entourage
were no longer even considerations … not after the way Nomad’s unique
indicator had beamed through to him! Christ, he still could hardly
believe it, but when the goddamn mutt began to rub up against them,
there was no question … at least, the frigging hound had never given
him a bum steer yet!

His loins had begun to churn hotly from the mere thought of the dog
getting to that gorgeous display of female flesh, his lecherous plans
rapidly charting a new course that he hadn’t thought was navigable. He
smiled inwardly as he watched Shirley’s voluptuous figure glide toward
the house with bewitching quivers, accompanying her guests with others
joining and tossing in their good nights. Yeah, this cruise had
suddenly taken on a whole new aspect for him … not that the scenery
hadn’t been dazzling all the way, but there was nothing like docking in
an unexpected, exotic port to really get the flavor of the natives!

Shirley could hardly keep her mind on what she was saying, she was that
angry with Vince Rivers’ brazen pass … and he was supposed to be a
friend and business associate of Frank’s, to say nothing of being a
guest in their house! Somehow, she managed to maintain her smile and
exchange pleasantries with departing neighbors and friends, until
finally everyone had left but the caterers who were looking to the
cleaning up. God, she was never so happy to see an evening come to an
end … the way Lisa had acted … and Frank getting drunk, then just
walking off without so much as a good night to anyone.

She had feared that Rivers might wait around until the others were
gone, then try to pick up where he’d left off, but thank God, he
hadn’t, and she assumed that he’d gone to his room. Damn, but she had
certainly pegged him for the louse he was, hadn’t she! Poor Frank …
she had to think of some way to keep him from making any sort of deal
with that man! He was dishonest and she was positive of it! The way her
husband was drinking, he was just no match for Vincent Rivers.

She found Frank passed out and snoring loudly in his study. With little
tears in her eyes, Shirley went to the linen closet and got a blanket
to cover him, then made herself a nightcap, and wearily walked to her
bedroom. Sighing, she dropped onto the edge of the bed to sip from the
glass and try to unwind. Almost immediately her surroundings brought to
mind the forbidden lustful performance she had given herself to with
Nomad only hours before … and as lewd and obscene as it had been, she
wasn’t sorry … even knew that she would do it again if given the
chance!

Little tremors of excitement, which had continued to smolder inside
Shirley ever since the handsome animal’s love-making, grew with
intensity as she remembered the pleasureful sensations he had brought
her. Even dancing with the German shepherd’s despicable master had
helped to stimulate her more when the hot feel of his hardening penis
had begun to throb against her soft belly. Though she was ashamed at
the mere thought of her weakness, the confused and love-hungry girl
couldn’t deny that it was true.

She finished her drink and with another long sigh arose to undress.
Absent-mindedly, she moved about the room, shutting off the air-
conditioner and opening the patio doors slightly, her mind unable to
ignore the tormenting glow of carnal arousal still simmering in the
depths of her sensuous young body. Then, as she was reaching up behind
to unfasten her brassiere, she heard the scratching on her door!

A warm sensation of excitement raced through Shirley as she stood there
in white nylon panties and lace brassiere staring at the locked
barrier. Of course, it couldn’t be anyone else … not scratching …
and there it was again! She moved quickly toward it, silently
withdrawing the bolt and opening it just a crack to peak. It was! She
saw the brilliant sparkle of his soft brown eyes reflecting the glow
from her vanity lamp, and then he whimpered up at her. Without a word,
Shirley opened the door wide enough for him to enter, closing and
locking it quickly behind him, then turned to drop down on her smooth
rounded haunches, taking his big head between her slender white hands.

“You big darling!” she whispered, her breaths quickening as she kissed
him on the nose. “How did you know that I needed you so badly again
tonight?”

* * * *

Vince Rivers watched it all from the darkness of his cracked-open
doorway. He grinned lecherously to himself as he saw his dog enter the
woman’s bedroom and her door close without a sound. Like clockwork, he
thought, reaching down to lewdly stroke a hand over his desire-swollen
penis cramped inside his pants and shorts. But not for long, the
scheming forgery artist mused, backing inside to snap on a fight and
begin to strip.

He’d give the mutt a little time to swing into his act and just hope
she didn’t change her mind and close the patio door he’d watched her
open from the shadows of his own pool-side verandah. If she did, he’d
have to figure something else, because he was damn sure going to get in
there … but the element of surprise … just walking right in to
catch her with the tucking dog right at it! Christ, this was going to
be the brass ring … and big daddy was stoned to his ass in the study
… perfect!

Naked, Vince Rivers slipped on a robe, tying the belt around him so
that it held the swollen length of his long thick cock up snug against
his lean belly, then walked out into the evening darkness. He could see
the faint glow of her light showing through the narrow space of the
still opened patio door. He moved stealthily toward it, his own
breathing sounding like a bellows to him in his lustful excitement.
Then, he saw them!

Jesus Christ! For a moment, he could only stand there with his eyes
riveted on the wild goddamn performance taking place on the bed, and he
couldn’t help but remember the first time he’d seen Nomad working on
that gambling gypsy’s slob of a wife in their carnival sideshow! Except
the long, widespread white legs the mutt was between at the moment
belonged to a luscious young beauty who was anything but a slob! Never
in his fucking life had he seen such an array of smooth, rounded
curves, and never had his aching hard cock ever throbbed more anxiously
to be buried hilt-deep in a bitch’s hot, sheathing pussy!

From where he stood, Rivers couldn’t see that intoxicating part of her
anatomy, only a portion of the gilt her blonde pubic hair offered, but
the way Nomad was licking between those crab-like spread thighs, he
knew he was going to revel in it! Then, she was drawing those same
smoothly rounded thighs up and back, still yawning open as she reached
down between them to catch hold of the mutt’s ears, the generous arch
of her hips and nakedly revealed buttocks beginning an upthrusting
tucking motion that caused her lush, pink-nippled breasts to quiver
like heaping mounds of marshmallow!

He walked in!

Nomad raised his head and growled with a show of gleaming white fangs.
Shirley choked out a gasp, not seeing him at first, then jerking her
head to twist around, her long blonde hair flailing with the effort!

“Oh! Oh, my God!” she rasped, her blue eyes widening in shocked horror,
her every word and reaction exactly as he’d anticipated, except that
she didn’t scream, or try to scramble from the bed, just laid there as
if suddenly frozen into her obscenely inviting position.

“Excuse me, but this is the whore of the manor’s room, isn’t it?” Vince
said, grinning lecherously down at her, unable to resist using the
upper hand he knew he held after her “loyal wife” routine earlier, and
the way she’d been chilling him for three days. “I hope I haven’t
interrupted anything sacred …”

Shirley could only gape up at the horrible apparition standing beside
her bed and grinning down at her lustfully exposed nakedness with an
expression of conquering lechery. Undiluted panic, made up of
spontaneous shame, shock and helplessness, raged frantically through
her. She thought of screaming, but she couldn’t make a sound. Nomad’s
deep-throated growls reached her and she wondered why the dog didn’t
leap on his master and tear that grinning face to pieces! She
remembered her husband Frank dead-drunk in the study! And Lisa wasn’t
even in the house.

“Out, mutt!” Rivers was ordering, moving backward to pull the patio
door open wider. “Out! You’ve had your fun and games … now it’s time
for the master, boy! Move! Get out!”

Reluctantly, Nomad backed from between her lewdly upraised thighs and
bounded down to the floor, only half looking back with flattened ears
and a growl as Vince Rivers closed the door behind him. Slowly then,
Shirley lowered her long naked legs to the bed, drawing them together
protectively as she stared in growing, unhidable dread at the too-
handsome man who had suddenly invaded and somehow held control over her
most intimate life!

“Wh-what do you think you … you’re going to do?” she heard her own
voice ridiculously whine as he began to pull at his robe.

Rivers sniggered. “Well, for openers I thought I might take up where
the mutt left off … You know, eat some of that hard-to-get pussy of
yours. Then I had in mind fucking you cross-eyed! Any objections, Mrs.
Douglas?”

Shirley moaned as if she’d been jabbed with a series of tiny stabbing
needles, the lewd sounds of his pornographic words and lustful
intentions sending confusing, apprehensive chills racing frantically
over her naked flesh.

“Y-You can’t! My God, you can’t!” she gasped, raising to her elbows as
he jerked open his robe, her widened blue eyes level with the long
thick length of his blood-filled hardness falling into its menacing
right-angled position to the lean hairy slenderness of his naked loins.
Below, at its widened base, Shirley saw the massive bulge of his sperm-
filled testicles, and she couldn’t resist centering her eyes on the
reddishly bulbous head half-hidden in its thick foreskin, with a tiny
pearlish drop of his semen oozing from its little end-slit.

“You like it, Mrs. Douglas?” he taunted, reaching down to lewdly grasp
the husky length and begin to stroke it, tugging its sheathing foreskin
back to reveal the blood-engorged head in its entirety. “Suckable, eh?
Even better than the tucking mutt’s, right? Makes your mouth water.” He
laughed and kneed his way up onto the bed, moving toward her feet, the
waggling shaft of his huge cock ever facing her in her elbowed
position.

“Oh please … please don’t, Vince … I’m sorry … sorry for
everything!” Shirley suddenly gasped. “Pleaseeeeee … I beg you, don’t
… for Frank’s sake … he’s your friend!” she whined as he took her
feet and spread them apart, his eyes gleaming and his lips stretched
wide in a lecherous grin the equal of which she’d never seen. Wider, he
forced them, until her long legs were spread as open as they’d
willingly been for Nomad, and the pink inner-flesh of her moist cuntal
split was completely exposed to him! “Oh … oh don’t … I can’t fight
you … but you know you shouldn’t … no matter what, you know it’s
wrong, damn you!”

Outside, Nomad stalked the darkness of the grounds, though they might
have been flooded in sunlight for him. Animal rage seethed inside his
powerful muscular body, as well as unfulfilled ruttish desire. This was
not a new torment for him to be confronted with by his master, but
before it had never seemed to matter as it did this time. He had very
much wanted to mate with the golden-haired female, and he couldn’t rid
himself of that desire. Eventually, the huge, handsome animal found
himself a place in the shadow of a bush to lie down, and with open,
panting jaws he lay there watching, his feral loins throbbing heavily
with the aroused instinct his golden-female had inspired within him.

“Spread ‘em, baby … spread ‘em wide for me!” Rivers taunted inside
the bedroom, moving up between Shirley’s smooth open legs until his
face was only inches above the curl-fringed flesh of her vulnerable
loins. He stiffened out, pressuring the hardened length of his long
thick cock down into the give of the sheeted mattress as he ogled the
wet pink delicacy of Frank Douglas’ own private cunt!

She was panting loudly now from her parted lips, her head raised, and
her eyes wide as she began to squirm, with the full white columns of
her satiny thighs stretched apart to capacity, the glistening crevice
of her sparse, hair-fringed pussy starting to rotate in little circles
as if her ass-cheeks were resting on a lazy susan! Goddamn … that
mutt had really worked her up! The gorgeous bitch couldn’t help
herself, even though he knew fucking well that she’d kill him if she
could.

Rivers laid his thumbs on either side of her fleshy cunt-lips, the
gossamer texture of her golden pubic hair sending a wild charge of
excitement ripping through him. He heard her moan at the erogenous
contact, and then louder as he began to churn and massage those
sensitive lips against one another, the heady essence of her stimulated
desire filling his flaring nostrils. He pinched and taunted, chafing
the tiny erect bud of her clitoris between his fingers until her hips
began to jerk and writhe convulsively, her flat belly tensing with
muscular spasms, her breath choking out in ragged gasps.

He drew his thumbs lower then, down to the full white ovals of her
gyrating ass-cheeks, easing them into the deep smooth crevice as he
cupped his big palms over their soft hot flesh. Again, the fired-up
blonde moaned out as he slowly spread those luscious buttocks wide
until he could clearly see the puckered mouth of her tightly clenched
anus. Christ, what a cock-throbbing
sight … not a single hair around it … like a
baby’s pink-pursed lips!

Shirley had never felt more debased and utterly helpless in her life.
Yet even in the shame of the obscenities this man was committing on her
defenselessly exposed loins, she knew that she would beg him not to
stop if she had to Nomad had so inflamed her passionate need. And then,
he was burrowing his face into the sensitive area between her wide-
split buttocks, until she suddenly felt the worming heat of his long,
wet tongue against her sensitive inner-cheeks, licking along the smooth
crease to the tiny lips of her clenched little anus!

Mewling sounds of mindless desire escaped her parted lips when the
stiffened tip of his hot wet tongue began to probe and worm its way
lustfully up into her resistant anal ring. She drew back her thighs,
groaning in tempo to this lurid tongue, beginning to orally fuck her
there, suddenly reaching down around her hips with both hands, pulling
her up-turned buttocks wider apart to help his penetration.

Rivers stopped and raised his head to see her beautiful, desire-
contorted face and the way her head had begun to toss from side to
side. Then she stopped moving, her glazed blue eyes focusing pleadingly
on him, and he grinned down at her with a lecherous dominance. “You
bitch!” he hissed. “You want me to stop now? Well … do you?”

“Oooohhh … no … nooooo … please don’t stop … don’t stop,”
Shirley gasped almost pathetically. “Ohhhh damn you … please! ”

Rivers snickered and dropped his head once more, gaping down at the
delicious sight of her young wifely loins between milk-white thighs so
vulnerably exposed to his any whim. The pink dewy flesh of her
partially hidden pussy-slit beneath the wispy, golden curls sent a
salacious shiver up his naked back. “It’s a gem of a cunt you have
here, Mrs. Douglas,” he whispered loud enough for her to hear him. “I
might even be tempted into eating it for you if I was asked properly,”
he went on, tauntingly blowing his hot breath against her animal-roused
loins. “But maybe you’d rather I didn’t …”

“Do it! I-I want you to,” the blindly excited Shirley breathed down at
him, still raised to her elbows, her expression wantonly slack.

“You want me to what, Shirley baby?” he tormented, lecherously
regarding the tight narrow split slicing erotically downward from the
puffy little swell of her pubic mound, down between her full-rounded
thighs to the firm ovals of her buttocks, their separating crease wet
from his tonguing caresses.

“Oh damn you, Vince Rivers! Do it!” she hissed in a tremoring tone.
“Please, lick it! Suck it … eat my pussy for me! Make me cum … I’ve
got to cummmmmm!

“That’s better, bitch!” he spewed deridingly up at her, sadistic
sensations racing through him. “Let’s drop the fucking pretense and get
down to being the animals we are, eh! All right, baby … bring those
pretty white fingers down here and spread it open for me! Come on!” he
snapped, his wet lips suddenly closing over the soft swell of her mound
at the base of her quivering belly.

“Ooohhhh … Vince!” Shirley lurched and groaned, sensing his hot wet
mouth following downward along the hair-lined slit of her electrified
cunt, fervently kissing, until his searing tongue parted her wispy
pubic curls and began to flick lizard-like at the sensuously flushed
vaginal opening!

Every muscle in the trapped young bride’s voluptuous body responded to
Rivers’ lustfully goading tongue against the pussy-lips his dog had
already set aflame, choking moans of salacious delight gurgling from
the depths of her throat. Consciously, she smoothed her slender hands
over the swollen white mounds of her heaving breasts, stroking downward
over her smooth belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side of
her blood-flushed cunt-lips.

She could hear Vince Rivers’ panting gasps and feel his hot breath
against her tingling loins. Shamelessly, she spread her cuntal lips
open to him with lewdly splaying fingers, her soft hands grazing his
cheeks as he grunted and drew his hot, moistened tongue up through the
openly revealed pink flesh.

“Yes … like that … like that, darling!” Shirley gasped. “Oh God yes
… lick it good for me, lover! Suck it! Bite it … anything …!”

Rivers’ conniving brain reveled in its lust. Christ, he’d hit the
jackpot this time! The gorgeous doll was starved for sex, a bottled-up
lust-pot inside the most curvaceous, mind-bending body he had ever
seen! He raised his head and gaped down at the blonde-fringed wet lips
she held lewdly opened for him, its glistening flesh entirely exposed
to the ravenous gleam of his greedy eyes. Hot spasms of rakish desire
convulsed through him and he ground his aching cock down hard into the
bedding beneath him. She began to whimper for more as he stared at her
finger-spread pussy-slit shirting moistly in its viscid arousal. Her
tight cunt mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her impassioned
loins upward toward his face. He dropped his head, burying his face in
the hot, curl-enframed softness, plunging the full length of his tongue
deep up into the clasping depths of her seething tight vaginal passage!

Her gaspings and writhings immediately growing more intense, Shirley
moaned out her sensual elation, unintelligible words of pleasure
dribbling from her lush pink lips. Vince felt her hands suddenly
clutching at his head, her fingers winding tightly in his hair. She
groaned and whimpered, pulling his face forcefully into the widespread
young flesh of her steaming cunt. He sensed the toss of her head
flailing back and forth on the bed as he speared his tongue up into the
heated liquid depths of her ravenously sucking passage. She ground her
rounded, voluptuous hips downward reflexively, her buttocks digging
into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as bleating animal-
like mewls burst from between her clenched white teeth. Then she thrust
her naked loins up to him again, pressing his face into the wet,
vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething vaginal walls
opening and closing around his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling
at it in a greedy, starving action that he couldn’t believe!

Christ, she was all gone! He’d never seen a cunt so hot in his goddamn
life … and growing wilder with each passing second as she strained
toward climax. It struck him then that he wasn’t ready for that to
happen yet and he withdrew his long probing tongue to lick upward
through the fluid pink pussy-flesh. He flicked its tip lashingly
enroute, circling her tiny erect clitoris, then engulfing all with
widespread lips, sucking the hot inner folds of soft flesh deep into
the cavern of his pleasure-giving mouth.

“Oh God … ooohh … don’t stop … don’t ever stop, damn you!”
Shirley wantonly hissed.

Rivers grinned inwardly, raising his eyes to lock on his hostess’ lust-
twisted expression, her lovely blonde head still flailing slowly at a
set, rhythmic pace as her fingers wound tighter in his hair. Christ,
she was trying to direct his mouth back to the tight ovalled opening of
her hungrily nibbling vagina. His big hands moved upward over the
smooth white flatness of her belly to the rounded softness of her
palpitating breasts, cupping harshly into their fleshy give, his
fingers rolling the tiny hardened nipples between them as he glued his
lips to the passion-slippery hole between her legs and burned his
lashing tongue up into her loins.

Shirley squealed in sensual delight, at the same time caressing his
cheeks with her hands, flitting from his hair to his face and back,
hating and loving him at the same time, Vince Rivers knew. Now! Now it
was her turn, this loyal wife-bitch! He never lost contact with her
loins, his mouth fastened to the sizzling wet vaginal lips between her
obscenely spread thighs as he got to his knees and began to luridly
work around up over her. He both heard and felt her breathing quicken
to his obvious intentions, but once he’d placed his knees on either
side of her naked ribs, then folded his arms in under her thighs with
fingers strategically tugging at her flushed cunt-lips and smoothly
ovalled ass-cheeks, he knew she wasn’t going to resist.

Yes … oh God, yes, she was a bitch and there was no denying that,
Shirley accused herself, but that was of no relative importance with
the maddening sensations of basic lust frantically devouring her loins
and belly. Only the sudden sight of hardened cock and sperm-bloated
balls hanging heavily above her face registered in her mind. She stared
up at the long thick hardness, her mouth beginning to water as lustful
memories of her dead Major danced somewhere in the background of her
thoughts. Reaching up, she curled her fingers around the hot sinewy
length and began to stroke its heavy foreskin back and forth, watching
the hairy sac of his testicles lewdly sway to her ministrations. Oh
God! She raised her head and drew the length of blue-veined penis
downward, her eyes feasting on its huge bulbous head as she pulled back
the foreskin … and with her ovalled mouth wide open, encircled it
hungrily with hot clasping lips, trying to capture too much of it at
first inside her anxiously salivating mouth!

In her mindless desire, Shirley sucked it so deep in her mouth that it
nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath
and then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft,
sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her hot oral caress.
Immediately, she tasted the sweet pungent tang of his sperm oozing from
the tiny slit at its tip when she wormed her tongue into it. She cupped
his cum-bloated balls in the small palms of her hands while little
explosions of blinding passion burst inside her. Then, he began to move
up and down, tucking his loins in and out of her tightly locked lips in
lewd cadence to his tongue probing in her seething cunt below!

Ooohhh … the utter debasement of what she was doing … and what he
was doing to her … the shame of his tonguing her cunt … the
unforgivable obscenity of sucking his cock … she could kill him …
she loved him! Maddeningly, Shirley’s brain raced as she sucked
hungrily at his lust-hardened rod of male-flesh that she was working to
the very back of her throat just as George had taught her! She could
hear the lewd wet sucking sounds as he slavered at her nakedly inflamed
loins, could feet his big hands beneath her, clutching the soft rounded
cheeks of her buttocks as he burrowed his ravaging tongue deeper and
deeper up into her greedily clasping cunt.

She tried to think of what she would do after this, but it was
impossible. Her vagina was aflame with the licking tongues of
passionate fire consuming her! Suddenly, she felt his finger massaging
the tiny puckered ring of her anal mouth and knew what was coming. Her
breath quickened and she forgot everything as with a painful little
stab he pushed his finger inward and she felt it worming right up into
her hot Spongy rectum to the palm of his big, extended hand!

“Uuuunnngggghhhhh,” Shirley grunted around the expanding cock-flesh in
her mouth, her lips and tongue momentarily stopping their loving
caresses as his sudden invasion of her anal passage caused her body to
spiral toward the pinnacle of climax. She felt his mouth sucked tight
to the blood-swollen lips of her vagina, his deep-thrusting tongue
swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his pummeling
ringer in her rectum, and she began to nurse the hot thickness of his
lengthy cock with all her know-how, her cheeks lewdly hollowing and
swelling, while her soft belly rose and fell frenziedly as she pulled
at him!

Never in her adult life had the denied young wife known greater
sensations of wanton passion … not even with her Major … and
certainly never with her husband Frank! She wanted his cum, the no-good
bastard who was fucking his wonderful cock into her mouth! God yes, she
wanted that! He had to, she thought desperately, her soft lips clasped
tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his cock, her tongue
working feverishly to tease his orgasm from him! And simultaneously,
deep inside her, the violent spasms of passion-fired ecstasy began. She
squeezed at his lust-inflated balls with both hands, then raked her
nails beneath them as she strained to the urgency of her own cumming.

He swore, and swore again, his loins jerking, the massive head of his
cock swelling in her hungrily sucking mouth! And then it came! It shot
into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, cream-like
liquid, gush after gush of the sweet, acid-tasting hotness, joined by
the convulsive tremors of her hips as her own climax erupted in a
blinding explosion of erotic bliss deep within her tongue-spread loins.

“I’m cumming! 0h God, I’m cummmmmmming!” she groaned out around the
swollen rod of spending male flesh in her mouth. And again and again he
spewed his hot jets of viscous cum deep into her throat, and she
groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her Adam’s apple bobbing
obscenely to the swallowing of the boiling semen flooding into the warm
wet softness of her mouth.

Chapter 4

“Did you have to be quite so nice to my stepmother?” Lisa snapped, not
looking in her boy friend’s direction, but off at the city’s lights
below. Beyond was the ocean with a moon to fight it, the reflection
like gleaming light on a treasure chest of glittering gems. And she’d
wanted all of her plans to sparkle with the same blinding facets.

“Dammit, do you have to keep calling her your ’stepmother’ as if she
were some kind of witch?” Paul Fulton retaliated, trying to measure in
his young mind what could possibly be wrong with such a beautiful
woman. “I-I mean … well … after all, Lisa, she is your father’s
wife, and he seems to be happy.”

“Ha! How would he know that? He’s been drunk since the day he married
her! She’s making an alcoholic of him!”

“I don’t believe that!” the youth interrupted before she could finish.
He shifted in his seat. “He’s doing it to hide something … his own
problem! I don’t know anything about it, but I’ll bet Shirley isn’t to
blame the way you see it …!”

“Shirley? Shirley! You mean you’re calling her by her first name now?”

“Oh, for Christ sake, Lisa, don’t be stupid …”

“Shirley! That’s what you said.”

“Well, that’s her name, isn’t it? Not ’stepmother’!” Paul Fulton
snapped, thoroughly disgusted with the attitude this girl he loved had
adopted toward a person whom he felt sure was totally innocent. “Why
don’t you grow up, Lisa? For God’s sake …!”

“Yes, for God’s sake!” she interrupted, never-before-known anger for
him raging inside her. “You dumb ass, Paul! And after what I had
planned for us tonight! Well … you’ve killed that! What would you
like to try for seconds?”

“Oooohhh …” he managed, quickly imagining what she might mean. Had
she really meant that …? Christ! “Look, I only said that …”

“I know what you said … and what you meant … and where your
feelings seem to lie, Mr. Fulton!” she said, nestling down in the
bucket seat and folding her arms in her lap. “Now, if you will, please
… take me home.”

“Lisa?”

“Take me home!” she ordered with sharpness.

“But, honey, you won’t listen.”

“You listen! This is my car and I’ve asked you to drive me home! Will
you, please?” she insisted, never wanting him to, fighting the tears
dimming her eyes, wishing she knew why she was doing it.

“Yeah! You bet your ass I will! I’ll take you home, Lisa, and for good
unless you wake up!” Paul spat, kicking the motor into action.

Neither of them spoke again throughout the race-driving trip to the
Douglas home, though Lisa almost desperately searched her young,
wretched mind for an opening. Damn, she didn’t want their evening to
end this way … she’d had such beautiful, intimate plans, her whole
body alive with tiny quivers of anticipation all afternoon and evening
… until that bitch had interfered! But when Paul didn’t speak, or try
to smooth things over in the first few minutes, she knew he wasn’t
about to. Oh, she wasn’t worried over the ‘I’ll take you home for
good!’ business … they’d gone through that before … but the other,
their love-making, her wild decision to give him her virginity being
thwarted and hopeless now, she realized, was causing the tears that
were nearly blinding her.

He swung into their drive with a squeal of tires, cut the engine and
hopped out of the car without as much as a good night! Lisa gasped
aloud as she sat uptight to watch his slender form move through the
darkness to his own car. She couldn’t believe it, he’d never before
been quite so angry! She fought the urge to call out after him. Never!
Damn him … damn him! And then, with another screech of rubber, he was
gone, the roar of his car motor gradually fading, until it was absorbed
by the quiet night surrounding her.

Lisa cried then in her frustration and rage. She slammed from the shiny
new “consolation prize” her father had given her and ran toward the
house, her teenage brain whirling with one vindictive thought after
another …

Nomad watched from a secluded position beside the building. He had
heard the vehicle’s approach and the closing of its metal door, the
noises of human life drawing him from his brooding place beside the
bush. Immediately the big German shepherd recognized them, saw the male
leave with no voice sounds passing between them, then the young female
with the long dark hair running toward the house, little unhappy
whimpers coming from her. For a long moment, he stood in the shadows,
then silently retraced his steps to the rear of the building,
approaching the still closed door where his master was with the golden-
haired female he liked so much.

Anger seethed inside the powerful animal as through a small area where
the glass was not covered he saw the grinning man’s nakedly stripped
body standing beside the bed where the pretty golden one lay just as he
had been made to leave her. The human phallus of his master hung limp
and the face of the soft naked female was turned from him. They made
sounds to each other, but those noises held no meaning for the
embittered, witnessing animal …

“Christ, you’re something else, Mrs. Douglas. I haven’t been sucked-off
like that in years!” Vince Rivers lewdly tormented, his hands on his
naked hips as he stared down at the sprawled, still spasming loveliness
of the young wife whom he knew was suffering the full shameful effects
of her infidelity.

“G-Get out … please … for God’s sake, leave me alone!” Shirley
managed in a broken tone, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to
cover herself.

Rivers caught at it, tugging it out of her grasp. “Hey … not so fast,
baby! Let’s not cover up all the sexy scenery, eh? Old Vince isn’t
finished yet … not by a damn sight. Remember, bitch? He’s going to
fuck you cross-eyed.”

“No! No more!” Shirley exclaimed, trying to get up from the bed, but he
was on top of her, pressing her helpless body back down to the mattress
and holding her there. She tried to struggle, but it was useless. And
then, he sniggered in her face, his strong, hairy leg locking over her
hips and loins to easily subdue her. She felt the flaccid length of his
spent penis and the wiry hair of his muscular loins grinding against
the sensitive, smooth flesh of her hip and thigh. “Oh God, please …
no more, Vince … I beg you.

“There now, pussy-girl, don’t get all disappointed. In a minute this
cock’ll be harder than a ramrod!” he hissed at her. “In the meantime,
let’s play kissey games,” he taunted, beginning to knead one sore,
swollen breast with his hand.

Shirley’s whole being recoiled at the nauseating thought of kissing
him, the fleeting realization that she could actually suck his lustful
penis with a passionate hunger, yet cringe at the idea of letting her
lips touch his almost making her scream out. Again, she struggled, her
sickened mind desperately working.

“Listen to me, please!” she rasped. “Frank is very apt to come to that
door … he does when he wakes up after drinking …!”

“Then I’ll duck out the way I came in. No sweat, baby …”

“Oh please, Vince … he’ll kill us both if he ever finds us this way!”
Shirley begged, ready to say anything in her desperation. “L-Let’s not
take chances … there’ll be other opportunities … please?”

Yeah … maybe she was right, the lustfully keyed-up con-artist gave it
second thought. It wouldn’t be very fucking smart to blow his operation
over a piece of tail … not after what she’d just said about their
being other opportunities … though his cock was aching again to worm
deep up into that tight little pussy he’d just licked into a frenzy.
But he needed this hit — he was bad-broke. Yeah, she was right — that
hot sweet cunt would keep for him.

Nomad backed away from the patio door when he saw his master get up
from the bed and the golden-haired one cover herself with the white
bedding. Only seconds before, he had been ready to charge through the
glass, his fury was so great at the man who was cruelly holding her
down, and at the same time he had heard a clicking sound off to his
right. Instinctively, the big animal who had become totally familiar
with the surroundings, recognized it as the door being opened ajar to
the younger, dark-haired female’s room. He moved hungrily toward it …

Lisa was nothing short of riding a marijuana high when she crawled
naked onto her bed in the darkness. She had smoked two joints, one
after the other, knowing she had overdone it, but at least she was no
longer torn up inside from Paul’s unforgivable performance, or the way
he had ruined her passionate plans. She had hoped, too, that the grass
might help soothe the sensual impulses in her soft belly and loins
which she had been intentionally feeding with erotic thoughts most of
the day. But they still smoldered there, more intense if anything,
almost as if the pot had worked in the opposite direction.

Oh Paul … why did we have to fight … tonight of all nights? The
aroused young teenager groaned to herself in the darkness. She moved
restlessly, smoothing her shapely legs against the soft sheets beneath
her, the quivering movements of her firm full breasts erotically adding
to her excitement. The irresistible urge to feel and caress them was
more than the hungering girl wanted to deny as she narcissistically
smoothed her small hands around over their soft resilience, gently
massaging their lush fullness and teasing the tiny nipples with little
pinching tweaks into straining buds of hardness. Her breathing
increased as she brushed her hands sensuously down over her narrow
waist and the rounded curve of her hips, then inward toward the base of
her smooth flat belly to the sensitive mound of silky, hair-sprinkled
flesh. There she pressured tauntingly, her slender young fingers
exploring, the light dampness to her fingertip at the peak of her
vaginal slit sending a feverish little tremor of excitement tingling up
her spine.

Damn, she was going to do it herself … had to if she were ever going
to get any sleep this night! God, she was so hot, and Paul had been
such an idiot! She would have let him … wanted him to … yes wanted
him to be the first boy to ever fuck her! Ooohhh … just thinking the
lewd four-letter word sent further sensations of self-lust rippling
through her. Yes, she would have felt his long hard cock, played with
it and gotten to know it, while he slipped his fingers up into her hot,
needful pussy … and then they would have fucked! Fucked!

Nomad’s keen ears immediately picked up the siblant vibrations of the
young girl’s rapid human breathing as he moved noiselessly in through
the opened patio doorway, until he saw her on the bed in her spread-
legged position, the darkness no obstacle to him. Her small hand was
busy between her parted legs, slender fingers moving tauntingly up and
down and sometimes in a circular motion at the slitted opening there,
little hissing sighs coming from within her. He watched her rounded
feminine buttocks lift from the bed to cooperate with her lewdly
stroking hand, the sight very similar to the one he had seen the
golden-haired human make earlier that day. He sensed his blood heating
at the vision of her lovely nakedness and what she was doing to it, his
heavy loins reflexively quivering as he took several more steps into
the room …

A darker movement in the shadows caught Lisa’s attention and with a
gasp, she quickly snapped on her bed lamp. The pot she had smoked
dulled what would have been an automatic reaction, and as she
recognized her intruder the voluptuously naked girl realized she still
lay in her lewd position, her fingers insinuated between the tight-
flushed lips of her exposed pussy! Oh, thank God, it hadn’t been anyone
else!

“And … and just what do you want in here, young man?” she whispered,
something of a lustful little smile tugging at her drug-laxed mouth as
she raised up on the elbow of her free arm, while she continued to
tease slowly with her middle finger at the narrow strip of glistening
pink flesh between her curl-fringed vaginal lips. Already, lurid
impulses of excitement were flitting pell-mell in her soft smooth belly
and desire-infused young loins at the sensual thought of having an
audience watching her do it to herself … especially one that couldn’t
talk! “All right, handsome, and I won’t even charge you admission!”

Other thoughts bordering on the obscene, but too wild for her to yet
organize in her pot-dazed mind, raced through the vivacious teenager’s
head as she suddenly hopped up from the bed to close and lock her patio
door, carefully drawing the drapes so not even a crevice of light could
be seen from outside. Then quickly reassuming her lewdly spread-open
position on the bed, she raised her head to look excitedly down at the
big German shepherd standing at the foot of her bed. Her dark eyes
gleamed as she stared into the deep brown pools of seeming wonder, his
tail giving a friendly wag.

“Come up here, big boy… come on … up on the bed with Lisa! She
wants to show you something you might like,” the naked young virgin
heard herself whisper hoarsely, the thought of her obscene intentions
firing her lust like a second stage rocket booster.

Lisa’s heart gave a little leap as the dog effortlessly bounced up onto
the bed, his powerful massiveness never so ominous as at that moment
when she gaped down between her scissored-open white thighs at his huge
furry body, second thoughts making themselves known in her glazed mind!

Nomad sensed the girl’s sudden apprehension and whimpered as if to
reassure her, still wagging his furry arched tail, though he
instinctively knew that the demands of his craving loins would not
allow him to be driven off or denied this time. Fiery blood pounded
through his lithe animal body as he slowly moved up between the smooth
white columns of her open legs until he was hovering over her and her
head dropped back onto the pillow, her pretty eyes wide and gaping in
confused arousal.

God, he didn’t seem to need any coaxing, the dark-haired girl silently
told herself, her anxiety of seconds before leaving her as quickly as
it had struck, the bestial sight of him standing there between her open
thighs and over her naked, soft body reminding her of the book she had
read that the girls had excitedly passed around at school. Was that
where she’d suddenly gotten her lustful notion? She remembered the
German shepherd’s name, Caesar, and the way he had brought wild animal
love to young wives in the Valley, licking their pussies and … and
actually fucking them from behind! God, she’d read and re-read it,
making herself cum every night for two weeks!

Oh! Oh, he was going to … and he did … abruptly lowering his great
head to lick out with his hot, wet tongue against the naked flesh of
her soft trembling belly! Lisa felt the searing sensation of his
brushing tongue all the way to the very center of her virginal loins.
She gaped with rounded eyes and gasping breaths as the burning wet
coral length licked just as Caesar had done to his excited girls at the
sensitive flesh of her muscle-tensed belly!

Over and over he did it, the heated wetness of its pink flesh
broadening almost affectionately against her tingling skin. With raised
head, her gasping breaths causing her full uptilted breasts to heavily
rise and fall, Lisa strained to see the laving tongue inching slowly
upward over her helpless body. Oh God, was it possible? Ooohhh … he
was tongue-lapping the rounded underside of one ripely swelling breast,
then creeping upward over it toward its bursting little nipple!

Lisa couldn’t restrain the gasping moan when his feverish licking
actually encompassed the highly sensitive bud to send unknown spasms of
carnal delight charging through her young naked body! Ooohhh … just
like in the book … and she’d never believed it could really happen
… thought of it all as just a wild story! But it was … and she
could only hope he would do everything … everything … the way
Caesar had done!

Nomad’s deep-throated whimper broke into her drugged thoughts and she
saw him backing down in the bed between her widely gaping legs. Lisa
followed him with her small hands, intending to entice him if need be
… but it wasn’t necessary! Her breath caught in her throat as she
raised higher to watch him poise there, his handsome head between and
above the juncture of her open thighs!

Oh Caesar … Nomad … whatever your name is, darling! Do it …
please do it for me? “Y-Yesssss … do it for me, Nomad lover! I want
you to!” Lisa heard herself beg aloud, her hands ready to move down to
her excited young pussy and tease him with it, but his massive head
lowered until she could feel the heat of his animal-breath pantingly
taunting the wispy dark curls covering her there. His wet nose coolly
brushed the soft flesh of her trembling inner-thighs … and then, the
blood-flushed lips of her pussy slit. She heard his throaty whine as he
sniffed between her legs, knowing then that he’d sensed her human
female arousal, passages from the enlightening book repeating
themselves nearly verbatim in her brain, she had read it so many times!
It was like going to see a movie of a novel one had enjoyed, except
that this was more vivid and real because it was actually happening to
her! And there was no director to spoil or change it — she was the
director if need be, but as she felt his wet, seething tongue beginning
to lick at the narrow pink split between her spread white thighs, the
curvaceous teenager knew there would be no reason to interfere! She was
being loved by a brute animal, and she trembled and groaned in a
wanting and unknowing mindlessness to his fluid tongue beginning its
hot wet ravaging of her virginal pussy-flesh.

Lisa gasped and squirmed beneath the lewd fire of this forbidden
delight, watching with raised head as the dog relentlessly speared its
tongue through the raw liquid pinkness of her tight girlish cunt as if
it had been programmed. She felt its sleek wetness raking hotly over
the sensitive ring of her tiny puckered anus, laving up and down
through the smooth nether crease again and again before returning to
her inexperienced pussy. Then, it worked there, a gentle ravisher,
never stopping, and at last worming up into her untouched vagina with a
trespassing curl that caused her to convulse deliciously with its lewd
penetration right up into her soft female depths!

Seconds later, he found the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris and she
thought she’d scream out with rapture! She lay writhing beneath his
magnificent animal-tongue in a way she could only describe from
remembered parts of the beautiful book she’d read. It was all true …
oh, so true … and she’d never really believed it! How wonderful the
workings of the universe … for if she hadn’t argued with Paul … if
her stepmother hadn’t danced with him … if Vince Rivers hadn’t come
there … ooohhh! It was all part of a lewd master-plan, like her
reading of CAESAR, and because of every one of those perfect happenings
she was lying here beneath this dog’s lust-inciting tongue!

But suddenly, he was moving away! Backing down farther between her legs
and gazing at her with those limpid brown eyes. Lisa’s attractive
teenage face branched out into a knowing smile, a sensuous expression
of lust seeking its outlet, her eager young mind convinced by words
read, her feverish loins childishly starving in their adult beauty!

“I know what you want now, baby!” she lewdly whispered, suddenly
turning over onto her belly and twisting her head so that she could
talk to the German shepherd behind her. “This way now, right, lover?”
she hissed, drawing her knees up behind her and spreading them wide as
she lowered her head to elevate her rounded white teenage buttocks the
more to be sure and entice him. “Like this, baby? Am I doing it right?
A-am I? Oh God, Nomad lover, don’t let me down now! This is what I
want!” And she reached back with one hand to enticingly pat the ovalled
cheek of one full buttock! “Do it, darling, do it! Fuck Lisa … she
needs your big wonderful cock!”

An intense sensation of tremulous excitement held the youthful girl
enthralled as the massive dog’s furry body crowded hotly in behind her
elevated buttocks. Suddenly, he raised up on his hind legs, his strong
forelegs grasping at her lewdly offered hips. God, he was! Yes! He was
mounting her, she realized in apprehensive fascination, trying to twist
her head to look back! He … he was going to … going to fuck her
virginal pussy … just the way Caesar did!

Lisa’s lustfully confused brain spun with the incredible luridness of
the thought, as she trembled in her vulnerable nakedness to the
breathtaking impulses his lashing tongue had enkindled in her chaste
young loins. Then, through her drugged haze, the teenager caught the
reflection of their obscenely locked position in her full-length
dressing mirror, and she groaned aloud at the licentious sight. The
forbidden bestiality of the huge German shepherd astride the spread
white mounds of her rounded buttocks caused wild shocks of burning
desire to whip through her impassioned young body.

Then she gaped in breathless astonishment at the spectacle of his huge
scarlet dog-cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the
tapered head waggling and dancing forward as it moved close to probe
the tight pink split of her fervently aroused pussy! She felt his
strong animal body jerk against the supplely yielding flesh of her
buttocks, saw his thick red length of blood-filled animal hardness
trying to penetrate the tiny mouth of her tight, unfucked vagina!

A growl from the depths of his throat came down to her, his forepaws
gripping more tightly the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he
thrustingly staggered on his hind legs, eagerly trying to bury the
sleek throbbing rod of glistening dog-cock up inside her half-cringing
pussy from behind!

Whether it was the fierceness in his throaty growl or the abrupt
realization of what she was actually doing, Lisa didn’t know, but
suddenly a choking wave of fear swept through her at the thought of his
huge hardened penis ramming painfully up into her virginal cuntal
passage! With a low little whine, she attempted to move on hands and
knees out of his grasp, but a more savage growl from him stopped her
and she hardly dared to breathe as his grip tightened even more at her
narrow waist and the arch of her naked hips! Her firm young breasts
quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force of his
powerful loins trying to seat themselves against her helplessly
upraised buttocks!

“W-wait, baby … I-I’m afraid …!” Lisa heard herself whimper to the
hot feel of his long and pointed cock probing wetly back between her
nakedly elevated ass-cheeks and outward spread thighs!

But the dog didn’t wait, and whatever thoughts she had were abruptly
wiped away when she sensed the nose of his hard animal-penis prodding
at the tight wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! An icy chill
of physical fear raced up her teenage spine and once more she
desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his
encircling paws, but it was futile! Like an impaling lace, the solid
thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair-fringed lips and
forced its way up into her passion-slick little vaginal passage with a
slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide
apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!

Lisa gasped for lost breath as the huge length of swollen dog cock
stretched and filled her young cuntal passage with a stuffing torment,
its pointed end stabbing sharply up against the tender mouth of her
youthful cervix! Again, she choked out a wailing gasp while the
powerful dog mounting her from behind whimpered his own sound of
triumph, then began to animalistically hump his powerful flanks as he
fucked up into her!

The dark-haired girl’s mind was a whirlpool of never-before-experienced
sensations! Her marijuana-fogged head vibrated with the pounding blood
racing through her self-incited brain, while her curvaceous teenage
body, bent nakedly before the fucking German shepherd, quivered and
convulsed in the throes of incredible sensuous torment. Her tight
vaginal passage felt as if it had been pierced with a sharpened,
pointed log, though simultaneously, weird spasms of intensively
building passion filled her loins … lustful desire the equal of which
she’d never even imagined!

Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if his huge burrowing cock hadn’t
ripped her wide open! She’d felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead
give way with a burst of knife-like pain, and suddenly she had begun to
feel a mass of hot wetness there as if she were profusely bleeding! She
tried to look down between her legs to examine more closely but his
battering charges as he clutched possessively at her naked waist and
hips made it impossible! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand
it slithered in and out of her wildly clasping young cuntal channel,
spreading the virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered the
long, pulsating cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread
thighs!

Nomad had angrily felt her resistance at first, just as he sensed it
draining from her naked, human flesh now as he watched the upper
portion of her smooth, tapered back drop away before him until her
pretty face and young white breasts were flattened down against the
bedding, the rounded mounds of her resilient buttocks raised
submissively to his assault. At last, he was going to know the powerful
release of his throbbing loins after being denied twice that day.

He felt his long, rut-hardened penis slipping forward with a wet plunge
until it was entirely buried in the clutching moist heat of her tightly
clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging
down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her dark-curling
pubic hair. Unceasingly, he bucked and battered into the hotly yielding
cuntal flesh, hearing her little moaning sounds and feeling the
trembling nakedness of her soft white buttocks flattening up against
his hard belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining
inch of his thickly swelling rod of hot animal flesh!

There was hardly time for Lisa to dwell on the pain or know any regret
for her obscene seduction of the handsome massive dog with the mind-
shattering sensations his enormous canine cock immediately set off
inside her. At first, his savage thrust up into her virginal loins
nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness
bursting into her. But that short-lived torment passed and only the
indescribable presence of his long thick penis plowing open the tight,
resistant flesh of her thoroughly deflowered vagina registered in the
young teenager’s mind!

She felt the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly
brushing teasingly against the smooth mounds of her naked ass-cheeks!
Remembering, she gaped at the mirror in bug-eyed fascination as the
burning, scarlet rod raced forward with a wet, fierce charge, pistoning
to the very hilt up into the clutching wetness of her friction-fired
young cunt! At the same time she saw and felt his h