Beastiality

In the beginning, there was no thought of the Levitt’s German shepherd
Rex in Jan’s pretty blonde head as she went grumpily about her early
morning housework. She was by far too preoccupied with other things —
in particular with the peculiar frustration she was continually feeling
with being married.

Not that she hadn’t frequently noticed the sleek dog that lived next
door. Indeed, she had often puzzled over Rex’ peculiar attraction when
he was tied up at the local supermarket, for it always seemed as if
every housewife in the neighborhood paused in her shopping duties to
give him a friendly pat and whisper some friendly words to the long-
tongued dog, which was usually sitting obediently on his haunches as he
waited for his mistress to finish her shopping.

“Hello, Rex, how’s that nice doggy today?” they would ask. Or, “My,
that’s a sweet little dog, aren’t you?” And this puzzled Jan from time
to time. After all, it was true that Rex had a sleek, shining coat and
that he was the epitome of form in what one thought of as the German
shepherd physique, but after all there were usually a half dozen
pedigreed dogs parked outside the supermarket, all of them equally
handsome in their own way. Yet there was not a one among them that
seemed to inspire the response Rex did. He was truly unique in that
respect. Women couldn’t seem to pass him up.

Yet so far as Jan could tell, there was not anything especially unique
about the dog. True, he had a handsome, intelligent face — very
masculine, too, of course — but that was scarcely enough to justify
such unusual attentions as he invariably commanded.

So this was just a part of Jan’s ordinary curiosity with respect to the
Levitt’s dog. But another part of it was Marge Levitt’s seeming
preoccupation and possessiveness with respect to Rex. Jan had
frequently noticed Marge’s usually cheerful face changing rapidly to a
sullen scowl if she came out of the supermarket and found someone
talking to or petting Rex. Occasionally she tried to remember if this
similar change of personality took place when Marge encountered a man
being friendly to the handsome German shepherd. But this line of
thought was usually futile, as Jan could not recall any such instance.
It was almost always some housewife who could be seen being friendly to
the sturdy, sleek dog.

Not that she pondered this overmuch. It was simply something she
occasionally gave a modicum of thought.

Marge’s possessiveness also seemed to continue at home, for she kept
the dog chained securely and confined to the Levitt grounds. It was
never allowed to roam free like other dogs in the neighborhood, and
occasionally even Steve remarked that such a house dog should be more
savage, instead of so friendly as Rex obviously was. Jan didn’t know
much about dogs, but she knew enough to know that this observation of
Steve’s was fundamentally correct. Logically speaking, a house German
shepherd like Rex should be more vicious. But it was obvious that the
dog’s nature was sunny and affectionate.

Not that one ever got much chance to find out. Marge didn’t even like
to bring Rex next door when she stopped by for coffee on the odd
morning. At least not since that morning when the dog had nuzzled Jan’s
leg in an over friendly fashion.

Marge had an unusual excuse to justify her possessiveness, though, and
she self-consciously brought this up on every possible occasion. To Jan
it seemed like a bad case of ‘protesting over much,’ but Marge’s
justification usually went roughly as follows: Namely, that ever since
Rex had sired the Boardman pups down the road by that German shepherd
she-bitch Carla, the Levitts didn’t want to take any chance of having
any lawsuits due to Rex’ cavorting.

Which seemed reasonable on the face of it — but then on the other hand
Jan had never heard of anyone being sued for letting their dog out and
having it sire unintentionally some other dog. That was, after all, the
way of the world, wasn’t it? You couldn’t legislate animal biology very
well.

But then she was no expert on the law, so maybe she didn’t understand
the situation. Barrington Hills was a small community with very wealthy
families, and there was no dearth of money around to support lawsuits
if people became indignant over one thing or another. With people this
wealthy it paid to be careful.

Still, nothing seemed to explain adequately Marge’s continual
nervousness, anxiety and possessiveness with respect to that dog.

Not that she hadn’t been angry when she first learned of Carla’s pups -
- and it seemed to Jan unreasonably so. Those pups had really altered
her personality.

Those pups. Several women in the neighborhood had tried to buy them,
but the Boardmans were interested in selling only to their friends, and
the price for such pedigreed German shepherds was high. The Boardmans
didn’t know many people in Barrington Hills; so far as Jan knew, she
and Steve were the only persons they had offered one.

But what did she need a dog about the house for? Just one more worry
and someone to clean up after. And she would have to go through a
breaking-in period with it and so on. It scarcely seemed worth the
trouble.

And so it went — on most mornings, a sample of her daydreaming
thoughts, idle and useless.

But this morning she was altogether too furious and uncomfortable to
give any thought to Rex at all.

And it was all Steve’s fault, that rat. She was too refined to use any
term more rough than that. Last night had been absolutely the last
straw. She didn’t see how she could put up with the situation any
longer. Maybe she would be able to discuss it with her parents when
they arrived — Sarah and Arnold Talbott were scheduled to arrive for
two weeks vacation this afternoon — she had always been able to
discuss things with her mother, although of course she was suitably
more reticent with her attractive, distinguished father, who, after
all, was a man.

Jan sat down at the kitchen table with a weary sigh and lit a nervous
cigarette. She fluffed out her long blonde hair and drew strongly on
the cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke out through her
luscious young mouth, which she felt was more refined for a woman than
blowing smoke out through her nostrils. She had been brought up to
behave like a lady, and she knew what was ladylike and what was not.

That rat. She couldn’t forgive him. Although she had been brought up to
be respectable, reserved and refined, and she knew better than to let
her husband even guess that she might be capable of enjoying something
like sex, she still nonetheless could not escape the torrential,
merciless feeling of passion that arose in her loins whenever she
encountered his heavy desire-hardened penis. And last night it had been
worse than usual. And he had been worse than usual. She was beside
herself. He had gotten her worked up to such a crazed pitch of desire
with his foreplay, then disappointed her as usual with his early, too
quickly arrived at, ejaculation.

Only this time she hadn’t been able to calm herself down with a cold
shower. After last night’s big let-down she was still smoldering
without let-up. She could still feel a slight twinge of ever present
need within the sensitive walls of her vagina everytime she moved and
scraped her thighs together.

As usual, he’d been terribly inconsiderate in bed, just satisfying
himself and leaving her in the middle of her passionate escalation. He
had fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards, while she’d lain
beside him in passionate frenzy for almost two hours before she
fitfully dozed off.

So it was little wonder that the twenty-one year old, curvaceous blonde
wife had awakened in no less an erotic state than the sizzling fire
that sleep had temporarily banked for the night.

And then to endure a similar sexual episode with him in the morning had
been almost unbearable! Only the utmost effort on her part had kept her
from bursting out into tears of frustration. Like a jet propelled
athlete trying to set some sort of speed record, he’d raced his
lengthy, lust-swollen young cock in and out of the overheated liquid
sanctuary between her hotly steaming young legs, quickly settling his
own needs, then hopping from the bed while she lay there still
squirming and panting in unfulfilled desire.

“Gosh, baby, I’m sorry — but I really got to hustle to work!” he
apologized, wiping off his deflating cock with a soiled T-shirt as he
hurried to the bathroom. Then at the doorway he’d turned and promised:
“Look, baby, I’m going to make it up to you tonight — after your folks
have gone to sleep! Okay?”

“Oh — whatever you say, darling …” she replied weakly, rubbing her
thighs together and hoping that he wouldn’t see how wildly, dreadfully
turned on she was. She feebly managed a smile for him before he turned
and stepped into his bath. Then the bathroom door had swung mercifully
shut on her tears.

In reality she had no such hopes that he would satisfy her that night.
That was an old promise of his that he usually forgot; she had no
confidence m it whatever. Ever since her honeymoon night it had been
like this, just a fast in-and-out for him, and smoldering resentment
and frustration for her until her frustrated young pussy had a chance
to cool back to normal, whatever that was.

But she wasn’t sure how long she was going to be able to stand it. She
knew that her nerves were in a bad way, and she smoked more than ever
and had taken to nipping short drinks of whiskey straight during the
day. She needed a vacation somehow, from the terrible tension in her
aching young loins.

Jan sighed and looked around the kitchen before her eyes became glazed
over again, reliving the events of the morning once more.

With Steve in the bath, the temptation had been almost overwhelming to
finish the job with her fingers. She had played with herself up between
her legs for awhile, groaned mindlessly, and then finally managed to
control her unrequited passion.

She hadn’t masturbated since she was thirteen, and she dreaded the
temptation to start now. Reverend Johnson had been very strict about
that when she confided in him. Girls that played with themselves got
pimples on their faces and could never go to heaven, because they were
sinners. Sex was only decent when carried on in the normal fashion
between man and wife.

No, she didn’t want to fall into that pit of degradation. That wasn’t
for her at all. Somehow she was going to have to find a way to work
things out between them.

Jan sighed and put out her cigarette, which she had inadvertently
smoked down to a nub. It didn’t do at all to dwell on their problem
overmuch. One shouldn’t take sex all that seriously, of course. It
wasn’t nice.

Still, she couldn’t ignore the smoldering ardor still glowing so warmly
in her soft white belly and simmering urgently in her young loins. But
was that so important? Not always. After all, they did love each other,
didn’t they? Steve’s real estate job was very promising, and they were
literally coining money. What young bride could ask for more than the
beautiful home they were buying in swank Barrington Hills? Even their
nice new car was paid for, and the furniture would soon be theirs. What
more could any girl ask for?

It was these thoughts spinning idly through her pretty blonde head that
she almost ignored the banging on the screen door.

Until a voice cried out sharply: “Jan — oh, Jan!”

Jan looked up dreamily. There was a scratching at the kitchen screen
door as well. Why — it was Marge Levitt! With Rex!

She got up carefully, smoothing her skirt and putting the ashtray up on
the kitchen table.

“What — what is it, Marge?” she asked, unlocking the door.

“Don’t you remember, dear?” Marge asked hurriedly, opening the door.
Rex scooted in quickly through the open door, the handsome German
shepherd’s longish tongue lolling out all wet and pinkish looking. He
moved quickly around Jan’s pretty long, tanned legs, the soft fur of
his coat brushing evanescently against her sleek hairless young flesh.

“Remember? Why –?”

“You said you’d look after Rex while we were on vacation,” said Marge
almost tearfully, and suddenly, abruptly, she flung her arms about Jan
and hugged her tight. “Oh, dear — you will be good to him, won’t you?
Feed him regular and take him for walks? Please, Jan! Say you’ll be
good to him!”

Jan pushed her away and looked into the teary face of the older woman.
Why, Marge was actually crying over leaving Rex behind! “But — Marge,
if you feel like this why don’t you take him on your vacation with
you?”

“Ben says no,” she sniffled into her hanky. Jan took her tearful face
into her shoulder and ran her fingers into Marge’s long black hair. The
two women’s breasts met beneath their shifts. “Two whole weeks without
him!” Marge bawled.

“There, there, Marge, don’t cry. It’s not so long,” Jan said gently as
she knew how, patting Marge’s back like a handler gentling an upset
horse. The whole thing was strangely peculiar. It was not normal for a
woman to get so upset over leaving a dog behind for two weeks. Jan
looked down at where Rex had slid down onto the kitchen floor, his
handsome big head resting on his forepaws. The dog’s eyes seemed to be
studying her very intently — but why on ever for?

Or was she merely imagining it? She was so upset herself of late that
her mind might conceive anything.

Marge did dry her tears. “Yes, it is long,” she said, glancing at Rex,
then at Jan and back again. “Longer than you think I wouldn’t be able
to bear it, Jan, if I didn’t know that someone as nice as you — and as
innocent and trustable — was looking after my little darling.”

She had never heard a grown woman use such endearing terms before. But
what did innocent and trustable have to do with it? She was beginning
to wonder if Marge was losing her mind.

“There, there,” Jan led her back to the door. “I’m sure that once you
get yourself together you’ll see the wisdom of taking everything in
your stride, Marge.”

Marge stepped outside the screen door and blew a kiss at Rex through
it. The dog promptly got up on its haunches, panting. It’s long pink
tongue was genuinely slavering through his pointy canine teeth. “Bye
darling,” Marge said to him. “Aunty Jan will look after you now, lover.
Be a good doggy for mama. Okay?”

Rex seemed to nod, adding considerably to Jan’s mystification and
confusion, and then Marge ran, with a sob, back to her own house.

Jam looked down at her beautifully physiqued guest, who had now settled
down on his forepaws again. Goodness, she thought, this is impossible,
Mother and dad coming, and this dog, too. I’m going to lose my mind, I
swear it.

Rex looked up at her as if he understood, inclined his ears, then lay
jowl down on his forepaws. Jan sighed and fluffed out her long blonde
hair, self-consciously sticking out the full young breasts on her
chest. There was something about her neighbor’s German shepherd that
definitely bothered her. She was convinced that Rex had the most
unusual eyes — although it was difficult for her to put her finger on
just exactly what it was that troubled her about them.

It was as if there was an almost human perception about them, a kind of
understanding that was more than one expected from a dog …

She shrugged this off. Another funny thought to take her mind off her
work, that was all. She really had to get to the housework.

* * *

The handsome German shepherd stretched his long sinewy body beneath his
shining coat on the cool of the Winslow’s kitchen floor, watching his
new mistress, who had long blonde hair instead of the long black hair
of Marge Levitt. It interested him to watch the sleek young housewife
moving about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency.
He had often watched his older mistress with the same intenseness, and
he wondered why she had gone and left him with this pretty, young,
yellow-haired girl. He missed her terribly, but then he didn’t presume.
One always did as one’s mistress directed.

Nor was he entirely unpleased with his new owner. Jan had tied her
bright, copper-shining hair into a longish pony tail and generally
fixed herself up. As was her usual habit when by herself, she wore just
a very short miniskirt with thin filmy panties and no stockings, so
that she could feel the coolness on her legs. She also wore a bright
red sweater and no bra at all, so that her firm, heavy-set breasts
shook and bobbled slightly as she walked. She had always been self-
conscious about her breasts, because they were so abnormally large, and
she didn’t like to walk very fast, because of the way they shook and
drew the attention of strange men’s eyes. But with her neighbor’s pet
the only other creature in the house, she could relax and be herself.

Not that it escaped Rex that there was something not quite right about
his new mistress. He sensed a certain indefinable dissatisfaction. Dogs
are so sensitive to human psychology that Rex could not help but notice
the indecision and general restlessness that seemed to characterize
Jan’s most inner thoughts, even when she appeared to be working at her
greatest efficiency.

To Rex this usually meant only one thing: That his mistress would want
to do it later. He often caught the same wave-lengths and sensual odor
from Marge Levitt his older mistress, before they did things together,
and previous to that he had sensed similar feelings in women around the
neighborhood — before they had become too friendly and his absent
mistress had tied him up and refused any longer to let him roam.
Consequently the handsome dog knew what to expect, roughly.

And now he sensed certain familiar feelings emanating from this pretty
blonde young woman, feelings that set his own heart to beating faster.
His former mistress had been so busy this morning, and in such a
peculiar state of upset emotion, that they hadn’t done anything, which
gave Rex a vague feeling of slighted uneasiness. But now there was this
new pretty woman. He watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes,
instinctively knowing that she had a problem that he could help solve
…

But Jan had managed to calm down somewhat, and her state was not near
as frenetic as it had been. Now, as she wiped off the kitchen sink, it
occurred to her that she really had been too hard on Steve. He was a
good husband, after all, and it really wasn’t necessary for decent
girls to have orgasms the way men did. She couldn’t very well blame
him. He was probably normal for all that.

Not that she had any standards to judge by, as her husband had been the
first and only man for her to experience sexual intercourse with …

A soft whine from Rex behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde
from pursuing this stream of thought. She turned, smiling now, and
looked down at the big handsome animal Marge Levitt had parked with
her. He was such a lovely beast that her former disgruntlement at being
saddled with him abruptly evaporated, and she got down on her haunches
and took his warm, soft muzzle into her hands, looking deeply into the
animal’s big eyes.

“What is it, Rex? Getting hungry? Or thirsty?”

That was it, she thought. Had to set some food out for him. And she
needed another small drink of whiskey to calm her down some more, as
well. She wanted to be cheery when her folks arrived.

Rex made a little sound and panted, his long, slavering tongue stroking
her knees, one forepaw coming up to rest on her bared thigh.

For just a moment Jan was startled. The look in the dog’s eyes was so
sexually warm … for a moment she imagined that — -but no, that was
impossible. She must be imagining it.

But did she imagine the sharp tremor of excitement as his hot, wet
tongue licked teasingly at her skin?

Silly girl, she thought.

“What’s the matter, precious?” she softly cooed, scratching his ears in
the back. “Hungry? Thirsty? Jan will fix it for you.” She
affectionately stroked the mighty dog’s big, sleek-furred head. He had
such a lovely gloss on his fur she could almost see her face in it.
“Goodness, you have a wicked gleam in those big brown, lovable eyes.
You ought to behave yourself. One would think you were a young man
instead of a young dog,” Jan laughed to herself.

Jan’s soft, crooning voice was so silkily pleasant that, coupled with
the gentle pressure of her slender, stroking hand, Rex was filled with
a warm-hearted relish that was pleasantly musical. Instinctively he
raised his head, licking at the smooth back of her hand, to show her
that he liked her. Whatever had troubled her was of relative
unimportance, he knew, because her soft hand moved on his furry neck,
and then she hugged him against her cream-white outer thigh.

“It’s easy to see how Marge gets attached to you,” Jan smiled, tugging
at his collar. “By God, you are a lovable beast,” the doting,
voluptuous young blonde wife teased. She got up abruptly and smoothed
her skirt. “Well, let’s look in the refrigerator and see if we can find
something for you, handsome. There might even be a nice big bone in
there for you.”

Rex made a liquid sound, almost as if he understood what she was
saying. Jan embraced him against her leg once more and stroked his
soft, sleek head. She lightly laughed. There was something about Rex
that made one feel funny, but she couldn’t put her finger on just what
it was. She hoped she was doing right by letting him go untied. She
knew that Marge never did that.

But Rex seemed to be friendly. Indeed, she couldn’t even remember him
barking. So he had to be safe. Generally he was quiet even when the
postman came by. This was probably what led the wives in Barrington
Hills to make such a fuss over him; he had a very sweet nature.

“No, I’m not going to be strict with you, Rex,” she said in a sweet,
sad voice, giving the handsome dog one last affectionate pat. “You’ve
had too much of being tied up all the time. You’re going to have a
vacation with Aunt Jan.”

Rex basked in the warm, melodious gentility of her voice. It was so
full of kindness and love, he thought. His new mistress was wonderful.
And beyond her voice, he sensed in his closeness against her a poignant
scent not unfamiliar to him, a musky aroma which immediately inspired
the trained responses inside his large, muscular body. It was the human
mating odor … he had been so skillfully educated to recognize it,
first in his early training, and then later on with his mistress it had
come naturally. His tongue slavered wetly and he waited for the proper
moment, especially eager to lavish his attention on his beloved new
mistress who had his doggy heart beat so rapidly when she petted him,
and his animal penis throb and tingle so sensuously in its furry sheath
between his legs.

Jan’s head was still a mixture of confused thoughts, partly sexual
frustration, partly hausfraus-wifery that was all efficiency. She
opened the refrigerator, saw the big lamb bone she was looking for —
it was only left over from the roast anyway — and bent down to pick it
up from its place in the dish …

Only to suddenly feel something cold and wet behind her insinuating
itself up under her miniskirt and between her young tanned legs!

“Rex!” she gasped

Though it gave her a terrific jolt, the gorgeous young blonde felt as
if she had been turned to stone! She stayed bent over but frozen and
immobile at the unconscionable cool moisture of Rex’ nose pressed high
up into the soft insides of her nakedly exposed thighs. She had no idea
why she didn’t jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least for a
smattering of decorum. But suddenly it seemed as if the prurient
excitement that had been so stringently banked was raging out of
control beneath that cool, moist pressure of Rex’ nose.

She felt frozen and unable to speak. For one terrible, heart-stopping
moment she wondered if she had lost her mind. But try as she might, she
couldn’t seem to break from her insidious position of bending over. She
continued to stoop there, waiting for something she knew not what,
unable to breathe, feeling the big dog’s head shifting farther up
inside her miniskirt — where the soft nylon crotch band of her panties
ran between her thighs — and then, then — the hot pressured lap of
Rex’ wetly working tongue snaking up under the nylon leg band of her
panties and stroking along the blonde curling pussy hair all the way
back and up into her anal crevice!

“Oooohhhh …” Jan felt as if she was gargling deep in her belly,
although the sound was actually coming only from her throat. With the
first evanescent, fiery flick of Rex’s tongue along her cuntal lips, a
twinge of pleasure so great it couldn’t be borne for longer than a
single instant inflamed her loins and licked out like a raging forest
fire throughout her thighs, belly and quickly then through the rest of
her entire sex-starved body. She moved softly and almost fell against
the refrigerator, holding onto it for dear life.

Good God! Rex had sensed her erotic need! What more did he sense? No —
no, he couldn’t …

“Aaaaahhhhh …” His burning, long thick tongue still moving teasingly
under her panties felt like a firebrand at the thin vertical lips of
her hotly flaming pussy. The caress of that tongue against her
helplessly upturned vaginal slit was like nothing else she had ever
experienced in her entire life.

There! He did it again! Jan groaned and hung onto the open door of the
refrigerator, the blast of cold air from inside combining with the
fiercely lascivious sensation of Rex’ tongue sweeping so hotly along
her cuntal crevice. She hung there in space, stooped over helplessly,
as he drew his feverishly singeing tongue upward once more, through her
open and vulnerable thighs along the entire murderous length of her
hotly flushed vaginal slit.

“Oooohhhhhh,” Jan struggled to raise herself up, to resist this
irresistible titillation … and finally she managed to straighten, her
entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her buttocks
cheeks closing tightly together to press out that insidious pleasure-
giving nose that was so much what she needed at that particular moment.

She gasped and turned around, her hot young breasts heaving with
emotion, her eyes shining. Oh God! Was this the answer to her prayer? A
dog was neither masturbation nor, technically, an illicit lover. The
wonderful in-between land of animalism!

But wasn’t it dirty nonetheless?

She held the lamb bone in her hand as she gazed down with gleaming,
heat-drenched eyes at the dog-paramour who was staring up at her with
almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging furry
tail.

“So …” Jan breathed hotly, almost unable to get her voice. “That’s
why Marge and all the other housewives are so in love with you, you
devil …” Her voice came out in a tremulous, nervous whisper, all the
sensations she had struggled against for the last several hours rushing
over her in an implacable wave almost uncontrollable desire.

But she kept her thighs clutched tightly together nonetheless, even
though this terrible, passionate intensity threatened to overwhelm her
voluptuous, blonde young curves.

“You … you … so that’s why … why every housewife in the
neighborhood stops to say hello to you, and pet you — when their
husbands aren’t looking … they knew … and I didn’t … oh God! That
handsome face … and this is how Marge trained you … oh God … oh
God …”

The large German shepherd made a small, whimpering sound as he gazed up
at the sexually intoxicated young bride. She was confused, he sensed,
but he was content to wait. It was often this way the first time with
human women. They needed time and patience.

But was he whimpering for the bone in her hands or for her? Jan
wondered. Or was it both he needed?

She clutched her breast, her eyes wide with breathless indecision.
Surely she couldn’t be thinking … feeling … that … Her pussy
twinged and she made a hoarse little cry. Did this animal sense what
sort of obscene desire was tormenting her? She shivered and suddenly
rushed to the bathroom as if Satan himself were on her heels.

But there was no avoiding the need for some sort of decision. Her loins
fairly boiled as she whirled at Rex, who had come leaping after her.
Her breasts heaved irregularly with volcanic, unfulfilled desire. She
had to resist … had to …

“Oooooooh God …” Then suddenly it was too late. The furry length of
Rex’ soft warm nose pressed heatedly against the side of her nakedly
trembling leg and she felt faint. She closed her eyes and suddenly she
was carried away on a wave of desire so sudden and pure that she
totally forgot who or what or where she was.

Because now all she could know or sense was the fiery feeling glowing
so fiercely up between her heatedly aroused young vaginal lips …

Chapter 2

It seemed an eternity before she was able to pry her eyes open again.

Where was he? Oh yes, that soft moist muzzle so affectionately pressed
against her leg … Jan felt as if she were bathed in a heated pool
containing nothing but purest sensuality. This concept that was
broiling her loins to a cinder had no counterpart or explanation or
excuse in any kind of moral law; because it was never discussed, even
clandestinely, women fundamentally had no defense against it. Animalism
was a state all of itself and bore no relation to anything else a good
woman was trained to resist. Consequently it was difficult for a young
innocent like Jan to marshal any arguments against it. It was simply
there this hideous, subtly obscene desire, growing like a hot coal
between her legs … until all will was leaving her and she could not
fight it any longer …

Suddenly she could not believe it was her own voice was speaking, so
hoarse with blind passion, “Here, darling … come in here with Aunty
Jan!”

Rex’ animal eyes gleamed. This was what he had been waiting for. His
soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles. His sniffer could taste the
warm scent of sex emanating now so strongly from beneath Jan’s flimsy
miniskirt and panties.

“Yes, darling,” she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her
defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom,
her loins fairly boiling with desire. Come on, baby, that’s mama’s
darling … come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone! See what a
nice thing Jam has for you!”

The breathless, breath-taking young blonde heaved her breasts out with
desire as she watched Rex approach her. It was too late by far to stop
now. She knew she was acting like a depraved whore, but there was
something evil infusing itself into her mind and body so potently, that
she was powerless to resist it! Her flesh had taken possession
completely, and her all her here-to-fore fiercely moral will had been
caged.

The eager animal whimpered lustfully again, its thickening red penis
slipping ever so slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest
drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. It knew what it
wanted, but it was trained first always to please the mistress of the
house.

A mild shudder rippled through Jan’s hopelessly turned-on being. The
sheer eroticism of the situation, without any counterpart in her living
memory, coupled with the mild dosing of whiskey she had subjected
herself to all day long, combined to make her giddy and without
reasonable restraint on her emotions. The awful, frustrating, tingling
feeling she had felt after her husband, Steve, had drawn his penis out
of her much too early had returned with greater force than ever — and
here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying that terrible
passion …

So she stood there, the door now closing behind Rex, and then suddenly
she spread her legs and lifted her miniskirt luridly up above her
waist, revealing through the tissue thin panties her hotly seeping
young blonde pussy, nestled so earnestly within the light, fleecy
fringe of golden hair!

“Rex!” she panted, reaching down with her fingers and pulling her panty
crotch band aside. “Quick! Do it for Aunt Jan the way you do it for
Mama Marge. Lick it, baby! Lick between Jan’s legs for her!” The lewd
hoarse whisper came out hot as if from a blast furnace, electric jolts
of raging excitement to flash through her flaming young cunt.

She watched the handsome dog eagerly, her eyes ablaze, a spot of
licentious saliva appearing on her hot red lips. Every move the
muscular animal made her knees turn to water, until she thought she
would fall. Everything about her had turned to jelly before the
fascination of this great, handsome beast. There was a rage within her
cunt that dominated her completely and without exception or mercy.
Unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed into her up between
her legs as she realized that he understood! He was actually going to
lick her up there between her thighs!

“Oooohhhhh …” Her eyes shut again. “Hurry, Rex … oh darling hurry
…” She thrillingly trembled. Would he? Would he? Her burning pussy,
now so moist and almost dripping with passion was totally exposed now.
Would he? Would he …?

He did!

Jan uttered a mindless cry of purest delight as the beautiful darling’s
long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip as it
searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive young lips of her
passionately waiting pussy! Before she knew what was happening, it had
laved its way to the very mouth of her desire-inflamed vagina,
separating wetly the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching
heat upward between, and then climaxing with an agonizingly
electrifying twist at the delicate bud of her already hotly vibrating
little clitoris!

“Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh,” she gurgled ecstatically. And now there was no
stopping him. She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly
nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being.
Again and again the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual caress,
drawing gasps of wild obscene intoxication from the young blonde
housewife, her full, firm chest heaving for breath. Over and over his
lapping tongue splayed through the widespread crevice between her
ardently shivering legs, singeing her exposed and vulnerable loins
thrust so obscenely forward, the soft, curl-spreckled pubic mound
seething with primitive sexual energy. Rex’s deliciously lustful
licking of her erotically steaming vagina had left her no better than a
whimpering, gibbering idiot, crazy to feel every last lick, every last
wild, thrilling, mind-bending sensation from that handsome furry head
that was pursuing her cunt with an ardent devotion she had never known
before in her entire young life.

As for Rex, he hadn’t been interested in the lamb bone for a single
minute, and now her slender hand opened, helpless in the grip of this
furious passion, and the bone dropped with a clatter to the tiled
floor. Rex didn’t notice at all. From the moment his new, beautiful
blonde mistress had raised her skirt and shown her down soft cuntal
lips by pulling her white nylon panties aside, he was interested in
nothing else. He knew from vast experience what to do, and he did it,
slavishly, with that long wet tongue of his, licking through the blonde
curling pubic hair, and her eagerly responding cunt, and flicking
around her moist upper thighs as well, where they shivered under his
lapping touch. His blood raced ruttishly, and his pinkened penis
extended dangerously from its dark enclosure. The delicate scent of her
rousing loin-spill, flowing outward from his mistress’ entrancing young
cunt, filled his keen sensitive nostrils and made them flare. He
stroked with increasing urgency and ardor the moistened, silky pink
flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong German shepherd
heart beat wildly at her exciting feminine sex odor, the intense fever
of her desire contagiously spreading to his own powerful loins.

“Darling …” she breathed in a lost fit of passion. “Darling … oh
God … honey … yes like that … oh darling … that’s it … lap my
cunt! You darling!” she hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes
tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head
lolled back, rolling all of her long blonde hair over her shoulders
back and firmly round young buttocks. A blue vein throbbed ardently in
her temple as all of her healthy young being gave itself over to the
sheer exquisite joy of having her cunt lapped by an animal with such
marvelous understanding of the human female need.

”Oh lover … you sweet … sweet beauty … oh love me to death! Lick
me! Oh God … I’m dying … Keep it up, baby … don’t stop …
oooohhhhhh … don’t ever stop … Mama Jan will cum in a minute … oh
ohhhoooohhhh … faster, baby, faster … lick … lick … DARLING!”

Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream for completion …
completion … completion … only … only the most blinding orgasm in
the entire world that she had ever known … oh … oh … oh … oh
…

And then it penetrated to her mind. Agonizingly, tormentingly, wildly
debilitating at first … and then so it drove her out of her mind —
there was someone knocking at the front door!

For a lengthy moment Jan felt as if she were rooted like a tree trunk
into the floor of the bathroom. All she wanted was this wonderful,
mind-blowing orgasm … lustfully captivated, she wallowed like a
performing seal in the throes of forbidden enchantment …

But the knocking finally became too much, too distracting. Finally the
huge dog discontinued his lavish obscene caress, as he had been cued to
do years ago.

Oh God, just one second more and she would have cum! She was sure of
it! She wanted to scream from unabated excitement. She thrust her hotly
seething vaginal hump obscenely forward, trying to tempt Rex back, but
the handsome dog was too well-trained to respond to knocks and buzzers.
Instead of continuing the lewd tonguing of his beautiful blonde baby-
sitter, he nosed his way out the door and into the hall.

“Ooooh, God,” she groaned reflexively, almost the first real anger Jan
had ever indulged in her entire life. Her saliva-moistened vagina
shivered maddeningly almost to orgasm — but not quite. Groaning with
rage, her eyes blazing, she shoved down her wrinkled miniskirt, and
flung the door to the bathroom open with a heavy bang against the wall.

Chapter 3

“Jan . . Oh Jaaaaan! Yoo hoo!”

It was her mother! Jan gasped. She had better get herself together in a
hurry!

She glanced into the hall mirror as she passed it on the way to the
door. Her cheeks looked unnaturally warm and pink, but after all that
was nothing and would subside in a moment. For the rest of it, there
was probably no trace.

Which wasn’t to say that she didn’t produce enough sexually excited
scent for a smart dog like Rex to pick up. She glanced back at him with
a sly, conspiratorial smile. Clever fellow. She would have to get back
to him later, if her old guilt feelings didn’t come back. Her hot young
vagina was veritably burning up.

“Coming, mom,” she called, trying to fix her hair back in its sleek
blonde pony tail. About half of it had come undone during what she had
been doing so obscenely with Rex. She didn’t want to look like an utter
wreck when she opened the door. Things would be difficult enough over
the next few weeks, trying to sneak a few precious moments with her
neighbor’s darling pet and having to look after her folks at the same
time.

“Jan!”

She opened the door and there was her mother. A little more gray in her
hair, but fundamentally the same attractive, changeless woman. Her
father, Arnold Talbott, stood back and slightly to one side as Sarah
Talbott enfolded daughter Jan in her loving arms and gave her a hot,
wet kiss on the side of her neck. “Hello, dear, they seemed to say with
unison.

After the clench with her mother, her father stepped forward and they
embraced. Jan was so hot from the incident with Rex that she almost
forgot herself and embraced him a little too snugly. Her hot young
pussy was fairly screaming with love and need. Her face was so flushed
with sex heat that she was certain he must have noticed it.

“Oh, it’s nice to see you, dad,” she said, trying to conceal her hyper-
heated sensuality by kissing him lightly on the cheek.

But Arnold Talbott caught the hint of something unusual on the heat of
her breath. Yet he knew that Steve was at work. What was up?

“It’s nice to see you, dear.”

Jan stared at her distinguished father for one long moment in time.
Arnold Talbott still had a full head of brilliant white hair and, at
forty-five, was still a very attractive man. What was more, he knew it.
He was tall for a man his age, about six feet, and he carried his lean,
well-kept body with an air of elegant grace.

“Well,” said Sarah Talbott, at last breaking the heavy, pregnant
silence. “Shall we bring our bags in?”

“I’ll help you,” Jan said cheerfully. She was genuinely pleased to see
her parents, and the hot desire in her belly was quickly subsiding.
Even now she felt as if she was regaining some of her sanity. For one
brief moment she considered that she might even find the interlude with
Rex just that and only that — an interlude. Maybe all this heated
sensuality would pass and she would ignore the handsome dog in the
future. Maybe she should blame her depravity on the whiskey she’d been
drinking in quiet shots all morning. Certainly it was not like her at
all to behave so obscenely. Now that she was getting her head back
together, her ability to resist depravity was sure to strengthen.

So she helped her parents bring their things in. Her mother chattered
on and on, though, about all the traveling they had been doing for the
last few weeks — her father had taken a month’s vacation from the
plant he owned that made ball bearings and sheet metal. They had
visited her brother in Alaska, and also contemplated a Caribbean
cruise. In any case, now they were with her and they could relax and
rest up before deciding what to do next.

After getting their bags into the guest room and doing a minimum of
unpacking, Sarah Talbott brushed her hands over her voluminously formed
breasts, down her hips, and generally shifted to straighten out the
snug, voluptuously formed suit she was wearing. Then she went into the
kitchen and sat down at the table as her daughter poured coffee. Her
eyes studied the curvaceous young blonde and for the thousandth time
she marveled at the adorable sexy way that her beautiful young daughter
was put together. Since she and Arnold had become secret swingers nine
months ago — after twenty years of marriage — she had developed a
more heightened appreciation of such things. She had always known that
her lovely blonde daughter was sexy and attractive, but now she
appreciated as well how vitally important this was in life.

Which wasn’t to say she hadn’t always appreciated her own
attractiveness. Indeed, she had wallowed delightfully in the knowledge
of it. But previous to her and Arnold ‘cutting out’ with the marriage
and departure of their last child, she had always regarded her
voluptuous proportions as something that was used only to tease anyone
else besides one’s husband. Though there had been temptations, until
their recent departure into the world of ’swinging,’ Sarah Talbott had
been devotedly faithful to Arnold for a steadfast twenty-four years.
And she had brought her children up to have similar highly structured
view on the behavior of a woman within the marriage bond.

But now, as she watched her luscious, sleek golden-haired Jan moving
about in the large and elegantly furnished kitchen, she wondered if she
had been entirely right in the way she had brought her daughter up.
Because swinging had taught her how pleasurable — and perfectly decent
– swinging could be. There was scarcely anything that could fire her
more now than to witness Arnold having his heavily hardened cock sucked
on by some other woman, or to see him standing over her snapping
pictures while she had her legs spread wide and some new man fucked
heatedly into her eagerly absorbing pussy. She could only wonder that
it had taken them so long in their married life to discover such
delight.

Which wasn’t to say, of course, that she had taken any unfeminine
advances in the direction of doing it with other couples. Originally
the idea had been entirely Arnold’s and she had even been a little
reluctant about it.

For some time after Jan was married and went off to live in Barrington
Hills, Arnold had begun showing up with obscene pictures which he
allowed to lay around casually here and there about their swank five
bedroom Georgian house on the North Shore in Kenilworth. Incredible
stuff, really, it seemed at first, with couples swapping, and lengthy
daisy chain orgies where one simply could not tell what was going on,
or who was doing what to whom. Women sucking on men’s cocks, and having
their vagina’s reamed with hardened poles of male flesh, while other
men sucked on their titties, and so on. Women getting their cunts
licked, too, and so on. Sometimes the daisy chains seemed to be
occupying twenty people at a time. There were blondes, redheads,
brunettes, brownettes, of every size and shape. Some tall and slender
with hard pomegranate tits. Others short and buxom and rosy so that men
at the very sight of them would want to eat them up. And everyone
cavorting and having an incredible obscene time in a fashion that set
her heart to lurch violently.

She had tried complaining to him at first, but he had standard retorts:
“Don’t be silly, Sarah, there’s nothing illegal about keeping that
stuff around in your own house.” And: “Maybe you ought to consider
doing a little swapping yourself, ourselves. At your age there’s no
chance of getting pregnant, and we haven’t got so long to go in this
world that we can afford to pass up any side amusements. You can’t
tell, it might be fun, doll. Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however. Right up
to the point where she felt that she was losing him. He would go out
and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse. In the
morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick. Finally she
couldn’t take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment. She
consented tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him
happy and he would stop being silent with her.

In short, she did it initially — started swapping — solely to please
him.

But what a change there had been after their fist few sessions! Even
the first one, as brief and unsatisfactory as it inherently was, had
opened up an amazing world of fresh thrills and sensations that she had
never even dreamed existed.

Being totally naked and getting fucked by a strange man with her
husband watching turned out to be the most fearfully, heart-palpitating
excitement any woman could possibly imagine! Before long she had become
an even more devoted swinger than Arnold. Her entire personality
changed and opened up like a flower that had been grown in the shadows
for too long. Her eyes seemed to open miraculously. As thrill after
thrill pounded and drummed through her tall, voluptuous body, she found
herself screaming out and crying obscenities that she had never dreamed
of uttering in twenty-four years of married life. Her cunt fairly
throbbed with excitement; her orgasms were mind-blowing and explosive,
ripping her apart from one nerve ending and through all the others.
Before long she wanted nothing but sex, sex, sex of every possible and
conceivable type. She couldn’t seem to help herself. Her cunt pulsated
continuously now as it considered the approach of the next tongue or
the next cock plunging wildly within her burning cuntal crevice. She
seemed to be in a constant state of excitement and anticipation for the
next mind-blowing sexual scene of swapping with other couples. She had
even learned to love watching Arnold licking another woman’s pussy, or
fucking some gorgeous young blonde from behind in the rectum or cunt.
Nothing now seemed any longer obscene or repellent. They had both
become supremely sexual creatures, living only for their wild
hedonistic thrills. She wondered only how she had managed to survive so
many decades existing in any other state. All the years that had been
wasted! But now she was going to make up for them, that was for sure!

Indeed, it was even noticeable that very soon their roles had become
almost reversed — so that now it was she who was the supreme hedonist
who couldn’t seem to get enough of sexual swapping, while occasionally
it was Arnold who complained that he was a trifle bored with the whole
thing and would like to stay home more!

So it was that she considered all this as she watched her lovely,
fulsomely developed young blonde daughter putter around her kitchen,
her shining yellow pony tail swinging in the breeze. Jan had never had
her hair cut, so that now the point of her pony tail seemed to be
pointed right down into the crevice of her succulently shaped young
buttock cheeks. The fulsome thrust of her impudently firm young bosom
reminded Sarah somewhat of the gorgeous nineteen year old brunette they
had swapped with the previous week in Anchorage during a brief trip
away from Jan’s brother’s home. That had been a sensational session!
The brunette’s handsome young boy-friend had turned out to be a six-
foot-five lumberjack hairy as a grizzly. His massive cock and balls had
really set Sarah’s loins spinning wildly, so that she had sucked him
off slavishly and practically tried to almost completely swallow his
delicious young balls. Arnold and the brunette had had to pull her off
of him. What a gorgeous animal that young man had been! Indeed, it had
been almost like being fucked by a grizzly bear when his massive rod
sluiced into her cunt from the back, with that big boy riding her as if
she were an animal bitch! Her orgasms had been truly shattering and
mind-exploding! She had been totally mystified to find she could not
get her head back together for fifteen minutes afterward, and even then
she had come out of it gibbering like a mindless idiot from her
fantastic climax.

If both men hadn’t taken to gently sucking on her tits, she might not
have gotten her head back at all, in fact. She had really been out of
it.

Jan poured coffee for the both of them. Arnold was still getting
organized in the guest room. Sarah continued to study her statuesquely-
put-together young blonde daughter.

And she found herself wondering mildly if Jan had ever had any obscene
thoughts.

But of course not. Until she herself had been introduced to swinging,
she had brought her lovely voluptuous daughter up so carefully that she
could never be really interested in sex in a ‘dirty’ way.

If only she had realized years back that she was probably doing more
harm than good!

But now it was probably too late. Her lovely daughter was probably too
prudish by far. She wondered how Steve managed. God forbid she should
ever find out the path her distinguished, social-register parents had
taken! If the Wilmette Woman’s Club ever found out! And Jan could never
possibly comprehend it!

She smiled softly to herself and sipped her coffee delicately. Her mind
fluttered back to Steve, her handsome young son-in-law. Now, there was
a charming boy. He had the most beautiful succulent lips, like those of
a Greek god, coupled with a Roman nose, jet black wavy hair, deep, sexy
blue eyes slightly lidded like Robert Mitchum’s. His shoulders were
impossibly square and broad, and the rest of him she remembered as
trimly muscled, from his washboard tummy to his long, muscular
swimmer’s legs. Shoulders like his belonged to a boxer, but his
trimness was that muscular slenderness of a gymnast. She wondered if he
was still so magnificently proportioned, like a young god.

“Sugar, mother?”

“Two, please, dear. You know how I like it.”

Sarah Talbott lit her king-size cigarette and placed it delicately in
the ivory cigarette holder she had bought in San Francisco. She stirred
her coffee and wondered mildly if she would be able to get the handsome
young son-in-law in bed with her. Just the memory of him set her heart
to racing. But wouldn’t he be shocked if he knew, the innocent lad!
They would have to work on him cautiously. No use upsetting Jan by
clumsy planning!

Then of course there was the fact that in this particular instance
Arnold would not have anybody to swap with. He could scarcely swap with
his own daughter!

Or could he?

No — no, that was just a bit much. She was a swinger, Sarah Talbott,
but she was fundamentally a decent person. She knew that society had
invented the taboos against incest with good reason, although she
couldn’t think offhand of just what they were,

Arnold would just have to be satisfied with her having a go at the
handsome Steve. After all, she didn’t kick up a fuss when she caught
him working over their gorgeous redheaded daughter-in-law in Fairbanks,
did she? No, she had merely closed the door again and let them continue
without interruption.

So he owed her one.

Suddenly her eyes darted. A German shepherd lay curled up in the corner
next to the refrigerator. Then it occurred to her — she had noticed
the animal immediately upon entering, but she had been so absorbed in
seeing Jan again that she had completely forgotten it.

What a handsome animal it was, too. What sleek, shining fur. Certainly
very healthy looking.

Then her eyes widened. She was alarmed to see the animal suddenly begin
stroking the slightly protruding pink tip of its penis with its very
own tongue! How disgusting!

Sarah glanced hurriedly at Jan. Had she noticed? Apparently not. Well,
she wasn’t going, to say anything herself.

She looked back at the dog. Now it was licking its rapidly exposing
penis repeatedly and with increasing heat. Sarah blanched. That devil!
She studied its long, muscular mature body. Its haunches were
magnificently proportioned, if she knew anything about dogs. I’ll bet
he drives all the bitches in the neighborhood wild, she thought with a
secretive smile. Handsome devil

Then she noticed that Jan had joined her gaze. She was quite surprised
to see her daughter look sheepishly away, down at her coffee. The
pretty blonde housewife’s cheeks turned a bright crimson, but she said
nothing at all.

How odd. Sarah decided that it was up to herself to break the ice in
this curious situation.

“Well, that’s a dog that certainly knows how to misbehave, isn’t it?”

Jan’s pretty blush seemed to deepen. “He’s not an it, ” she said a
little too hotly, feeling as if her loins were clutching a handful of
squirming snakes. “He’s a he …”

“Obviously,” said Sarah, still watching the thoroughly engrossed dog,
who paused occasionally in his self-ministration to cast a hot,
amazingly human glance in her direction. She was quite taken aback with
the force in that glance — or was she imagining overmuch?

“He’s just a pet from next door. I promised Marge Levitt I’d look after
him while they were on vacation,” Jan said lamely, her cheeks flushed
with embarrassed blood.

Sarah smiled and picked up her coffee cup. She averted her eyes from
the misbehaving dog. “Certainly, dear. It’s just that this isn’t what
one expects to find in one’s kitchen.”

Jan looked with sparkling eyes at Rex, hoping desperately that her
tremulous voice did not give her away. “I suppose I could let him
outside.”

Sarah said nothing. She felt a vague curiosity about something she
could not precisely define. Her daughter’s air was altogether too
urgent and tense. This was not like Jan at all.

She looked back at the handsome German shepherd. Watching the sleek,
muscular animal play with its own genitals, she could not repress a
tremor of excitement up between her own thighs as she abruptly found
herself trying to imagine what a lengthy tongue like that might feel
like worming up along her own vaginal crevice and then flicking wetly
at her hot little puckered anus! The older woman found her nostrils
flaring. She had become altogether too aroused sexually over the last
few months not to feel something watching that magnificent animal. She
looked over at Jan who had stood up and was taking tentative steps
toward the handsome animal. Had she overplayed her puritan hand?

Yes, her performance had been altogether too convincing. “Come on,
Rex,” Jan said lightly, tugging at the German shepherd’s collar, “it’s
outside for you.”

Rex made a tiny whining noise, casting what Sarah saw as a
breathtakingly flirtatious glance in her direction. Then she lifted a
hand to her throat in hot, sensual astonishment. Surely this she must
be imagining!

But no — the dog continued to glance back at her as his new blonde
mistress led him out the kitchen door and onto the patio, its long,
thick red tongue wet and glistening, lolling out lavishly as it plodded
out. Sarah felt something clutch at her throat. What abnormal eyes this
handsome dog had! Indeed, they were the eyes of a sexy, noble prince
encased in an animal’s body, smoldering with unconcealed desire.

Despite her most respectable convictions, Sarah felt her vagina begin
to moisten and tremble. Her nostrils flared and a slight, thin line of
perspiration broke out on her upper lip.

And suddenly she was ashamed, unconsciously ashamed. While it was true
that she had been living a deliciously wanton life for the last eight
months, she certainly was no pervert. No lesbianism or any other horrid
stuff for her, like black leather or anything like that. Sexually she
indulged only in what one might expect from any good Republican and
member of the North Shore Women’s League.

And now — to flare hotly over a dog! Shame flooded from deep in her
very being.

But maybe it was just that she and Arnold hadn’t made love in over
three days, during their cross country train trip. She was hot as a
firecracker consequently, and the littlest thing could turn her on.
That was it, she felt sure.

She would have to rectify the situation soon, she decided, or she would
go out of her mind.

And there was, after all, no time like the present.

Chapter 4

After the briefest sample of feminine chatter, Sarah made the best
excuse she could and made her way back to the Talbott’s bedroom, where
she found her husband dozing in bed with a handful of pornographic
pictures sitting under the lamp by the bedside. Two of them were
streaked with milky cum, now hard and flakey, as was the coverlet,

Shaking her head, she took all the pins out of her coal-black hair, now
streaked with gray, and let it tumble in a thickened mass down her back
to her fulsomely formed buttocks. Although she had had her hair trimmed
occasionally, Sarah Talbott had never had it really cut in fifty years.
Her father, an ardent Quaker, had considered girls who cut their hair
as workers for the devil, and somehow she had just never kept up with
the latest fashions. So that now her gorgeous thick dark mane tumbled
out all over down her shoulders and back, nestling softly just above
the crevice of her buttocks.

Arnold Talbott turned on the bed and opened one eye. “What is it,
honey? You and our little girl finish your chat so early?”

Sarah said nothing. She just kept on undressing. She opened her blouse,
revealing the voluminous globes of her breasts where they heaved in
their silken sheaths. Through the thin material of her brassiere she
could see the small dark ovals of her aureoles, and atop them the tiny
quivering peaks of her nipples, designed to draw men’s lips. She was in
such a state of delayed excitement that her nipples had already come up
hard and high. Her vagina was awash with a lewdly rising tingle.

Gulping and making a little moan, she ran her hands into her bra and
clutched each enormous breast, tweaking her nipples teasingly like the
dials of a radio. She had never quite grown out of the delirious desire
to have her huge breasts fondled, and they were always inordinately
sensitive to the slightest touch. Just the most ordinary sucking by a
young man’s mouth could drive her wild. She loved it especially when
young boys sucked on them as if they were milking her, sucking in as
much of the hyper-sensitive surrounding flesh as they could. This
really set her cunt to churning. She loved to call them baby when they
did that, as if they were really newborn babies at her titties, sucking
for life itself, and she used other equally illicit endearments as
well. It was really grand with young men — like Steve. She wondered
now how she had gone so long without giving in. She could remember that
extremely attractive fourteen year old newspaper delivery boy, for
example, and the way his hot young eyes had devoured her when she had
come to the door to pay for the paper … there was going to be a
surprise in store for him when she got back to Kenilworth …

“You have such big tits you could probably suck on them yourself,”
Arnold whispered from the bed.

She giggled guiltily, made a little smile and reached back to unfasten
her bra. It came away, revealing her enormous chest in all its swaying,
pendulous glory. She shook her tits and made a hot, sensuous little
laugh. “I’ll bet you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you, honeypie?”

“I might,” he admitted, grinning, and he threw back the covers,
revealing a gigantic hard-on standing up in his hand from its hairy
base like a redwood tree about to be felled. “I’ve got my balls in an
uproar for the last twenty-four years every time I see your beautiful
big tits, hon. I’d get a kick like anything out of it if you sucked on
them yourself, baby.”

She giggled again and fluttered her lashes demurely, combing out her
long black hair. “You’re obscene,” she said. “A nice woman shouldn’t do
a thing like that.”

”You’ve finger-fucked yourself, haven’t you? ”

“You know I have, Arnold.”

“Same difference, sucking on your own tits.”

“But isn’t there anything else you’d rather I sucked on?” she grinned
mischievously.

He laughed and gripped his cock snugly. “You know there is! Get over
here!”

Sarah smiled and began a little dance as she finished undressing. Her
huge breasts swayed and bobbed. She knew they were sufficient to give
Arnold — or any man a hard-on with precious little else required, they
were so large and well-formed. Her long black hair assisted the
opulence and fullness of her well-preserved contours. Although she was
massively built upstairs, she had an unnaturally tiny waist which
flared outward into a full hourglass pair of hips just made for bedroom
games. Her long shapely legs were nicely formed and still firm without
an ounce of fat, although here and there, there was a slight,
provocative stretch wrinkle. She had after all been a mother twice.
Still, the sheer voluptuousness of her proportions could only be termed
goddess-like, and she knew it. Young men doted on her motherly
proportions every bit as much as she adored their hard young muscles.

Her skirt fell in a pool around her ankles as she hummed softly and
moved her sexy body as arousingly as she knew how in her primitive
dance of love. After she slipped off her long black stockings she put
her fingers into the elastic of her sheer black nylon panties and drew
them tantalizingly down.

Arnold began reflexively stroking himself, his mouth hanging open.
Though he had fucked a great many other women in his time, Sarah was
still his all-time greatest turn-on. For one thing, she had the most
magnificent body he had ever seen on a woman. Her tits dominated
everything; no man could resist them. For another thing, she had a
sensuously educated mouth for cock sucking and was positively the best
in the world. For these and other reasons he was devoted to his
gorgeous sexy wife more than she knew or would ever find out, and the
passage of years had not dimmed his lust for her one iota.

And now her panties were down. He invariably gulped at first sight of
the blackly curling pussy hair that covered the sparsely growing
triangular “v” between her legs. He could see the thinly lipped little
vaginal slit lying in wait in between, moistening slightly and shining
with liquid substance.

“Come on,” he croaked huskily. “Get over here!”

Sarah smiled and walked over to him. She leaned out over the bed and
let her enormous breasts fall over into his hungry mouth. He sucked
hungrily on one while squeezing the other. She reached down and
exchanged her grip for his on the hardened length of flesh riding up
between his legs, and she began gently masturbating it up and down.

“Arnold?”

“Mmmmm?”

“You don’t mind if I pretend you’re Stevie, do you? If I pretend you’re
my son-in-law while I suck your cock and you’re fucking me? Do you,
lover?”

He smiled and kept sucking. This was a little game they played. She
knew well and good that he didn’t mind. They had visited the children
for this specific purpose, because she had wanted to get a ‘thing’
together with young Steve. And after the way he had screwed their
daughter-in-law half-silly in Alaska while their son Ronald was away at
work, he owed it to her. He didn’t mind at all.

Her body strained and worked with his hands as they worked over her. He
rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently pressing apart
the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to the tiny
puckered circle of tightly clenched anus. Then he worked his hand up
into the satin-like softness until his fingers came in hot, wet contact
with the soft dark curls of her pubic hair already slickened with the
rising juices of her desire.

“Ooooooohhhhhh …” she moaned as his middle finger slithered upward
between the two eagerly pulsating lips of her open cunt. “Stevieeeeee
… oooooohh that’s nice … fuck your mama with your finger, Stevie
…”

She gripped his cock tighter and was stroking wildly, her mouth opening
mindlessly in a long, drawn-out groan. Then suddenly she could take it
no longer. Her brain reeled — yes, she had to have her son-in-law’s
cock in her mouth …

Abruptly her head bent … He grabbed her neck and pushed her down into
position, her breasts flooding along the length of his hot, shivering
flesh like warm, water-filled hot water bottles. He placed both hands
gently behind her head, pushing her face towards his wildly palpitating
cock. Then he groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces of her
mouth brush gently against the sensitive head of his cock. Her lips
then fell limply open and her head moved forward. Suddenly his heart
raced with well-remembered delight — the tight rounded ovals of
lipstick-covered mouth enclosed snugly over the tightly stretched skin
of his prick. Arnold groaned and sighed and lay his head back on the
pillow. Once his voluptuously experienced wife got going, she didn’t
need any help.

And anyway he wanted to imagine it was his own gorgeous blonde daughter
who was sucking him off. Jan had really blossomed out since marriage,
and her hot young figure was more voluptuous than ever. Her long blonde
hair was something that he could gaze at the brush against with nose
and fingers all day, every day of the year. And her tits, while not so
pendulous and huge as her mother’s, were incomparable in their own way.
Ever since she was a little girl, he had often imagined her sucking him
off, although he was far too respectable to do anything about it.

And anyway, it didn’t do at all to seduce one’s daughter. Such
daughters became too attached and addicted to their fathers and
consequently had unhappy, unsatisfying marriages. And Arnold Talbott
wanted grand-children. No, there was no condoning misbehavior with
one’s own daughter, despite all the wild sexual scenes he had played in
his time.

Of course, now that Jan was married, maybe there would be no harm in it
– not that she’d ever be willing, of course. Her mother had brought
her up to be very respectable. Of course, the books were never fully
closed on a transaction like that. Well, he would wait and see what
happened.

In any case, for the present there was no harm anyway in imagining it
was she who was wrapping the warmth of her moist, wet lips so hungrily
around his cock. He wondered idly if she did that to Steve, and tried
to imagine them at it.

Sarah’s now hotly working tongue was swirling around his aching cock
and almost making it boil over with cum right from the beginning. Her
lips were soft and smooth like saliva-moistened pillows of flesh as
they clasped tightly in a snug, elastic-like ring over his burning rod
of desire-hardened flesh. He could feel her lips beneath, a sort of
pained intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of it into
her throat as she could. She seemingly surrounded all of him with the
hot moist warmth of her saliva and tender inner flesh of her tongue. He
pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, and pressed
inward drawing her inner mouth even tighter around him.

The moist, nibbling pressure grew in his overheated balls as her tongue
licked and curled on his cock. It seemed as if all the burning hunger
in his gorgeous wife’s pussy was now concentrated in the furnace of her
throat and mouth. Arnold groaned incoherently and caressed her hotly
sucking cheeks. He wanted this beautiful daughter of his to make him
cum and he wanted her to swallow it deep down in her lovely young belly
so that his hardened flesh slid more slickly through her open lips now.
His eyes opened and flared wildly as he watched his glistening rod
disappear into her ovally clasping lips as if it were a tight,
hairlessly devouring cunt. He could feel every nerve ending in his body
pulsating and throbbing within the moistly working cavity and warmth of
her saliva-filled mouth.

She sucked ardently, heavily, keeping his prick hungrily trapped
despite his occasional jerking, burying her face into his loins with
her nose deep in his soft pubic hair. She imagined it was her son-in-
law Steve’s pubis, and that it was his wonderful, virile young cock
that she had in her mouth. Occasionally she licked down at his soft,
sperm-filled testicles, thinking it was Steve’s, then fell back to
sucking in a mindless delirium of ecstatic wonder, making little
mewling noises of sheer unadulterated delight. The pressure building in
his balls was becoming unbearable and as he watched the beautiful
feminine face suck so passionately his cock seemed to inflate and
lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

This was his own daughter, Jan, sucking him off, he dreamed! His
gorgeous blonde daughter! With her luscious, beautiful young tits!

And then suddenly there was a fiercely rippling shudder passing through
his loins — and a lightning flow of liquid white sperm shot from his
balls, along the hard, blood bloated ridge of his cock, and all the way
up into his wife’s desperately gurgling throat! He gripped her head
tightly between his hands and shoved his cock gaggingly all the way
back. She groaned as the first thin needle of hot white spray struck
her tonsils, then swallowed hungrily as it continued gushing wetly into
her mouth. His prick jerked wildly, but she managed to hold on. The
hot, fiery liquid spurted all the way down to her hungrily absorbing
stomach and she gulped for more. Her cheeks stretched and bloated as
she couldn’t swallow fast enough. Her throat worked gluttonously to get
every last drop, sputtering to keep from choking on the whitely
cascading sperm as he emptied the contents of his balls relentlessly
into the depths of her thirstily working gullet.

Arnold’s body quivered and a long, ecstatic sigh broke from his lips as
he again imagined himself shooting his semen down his beautiful blonde
daughter’s throat. She could suck beautifully … he pushed his fingers
into her long blonde hair … bracing himself to keep from shuddering
right off the bed and onto the floor.

Sarah would not let her son-in-law’s delicious organ fall from her
lips. She continued to suck and lick off every last drop as it
gradually diminished, extracting every last bit from the tiny hole in
its peak. Tiny thin trails of white cum seeped from her liquid-bloated
mouth and ran down to her chin. It seemed as if her handsome son-in-
law’s cock was going to deflate completely down to nothing.

But then, surprisingly, his cock began to thicken again in the soft,
slippery furnace of her mouth. She licked it and bit at it gently,
taking delight in being able to bring it to life again. “Oh, God,
Stevie, I love your cock …” she mouthed to her bewildered husband,
who, coming back to reality, saw now that it wasn’t his daughter who
was sucking his cock, but merely her mother, his own wife. The desire
was quickly rekindled in his boiling balls as she continued to suck
ever so ardently. She teased her sperm-slippery tongue around and
around it until it was restored to its full strength and power, and
then the rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from her mouth, a thin
string of milk-white jism hanging between. Her eyes fluttered open, hot
with desire and she looked up at her husband, still imagining it was
her handsome young son-in-law. Through smokey, lust ridden pupils she
saw his handsome, youthful face and the wonderful hard muscles of his
achingly attractive young body.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, reaching for him as she rolled over onto the
bed, onto the dark thick mass of her long black hair, her legs
spreading open automatically to reveal the hot, wet mouth of her
desire-glistening cunt.

“Fuck me, Steve! Ram your cock up into my cunt and fill me with your
beautiful, fresh young cum!”

Arnold chuckled at her reference to their daughter’s husband, but
wasted no time as he turned over and came to rest directly between her
eagerly spread thighs, his enormous cock waving around like a divining
rod looking for water. His thighs moved between hers. There was no need
to prepare her, her pussy was already moist and waiting. He could feel
the thin vertical opening of her cunt, throbbing with desperate hunger
for his cock, as he guided the thick length of muscle towards her
through the curling black pubic hair, which was thoroughly soaked with
her passionate secretions. Then the head of his penis touched her soft,
wetly throbbing pussy lips and moved on through with a single long,
smooth stroke born of long familiarity, until he rammed it all the way
up into her cervix. He had fucked his wife so many thousands of times
that she was an old familiar treasure. The smooth, wet walls of her
cunt clasped around his cock like slick seal skin, undulating firmly
around it and driving him crazy.

“Ooooooooooh,” she crooned lovingly. Her whole body seemed to be
singing as she imagined that it was her young son-in-law fucking into
her. Her entire insides fluttered with butterflies and opened wide to
receive his cock head deeper into her womb. She groaned and murmured
incoherently as he fucked her savagely, gritting his teeth with desire.
Her body humped eagerly, voluptuously with his and moved with
abandoned, uncontrollable jerks when the thrill became too much to be
borne.

“Ooooh OH,” she breathed, “fuck me, Stevie! FUCK MEEEEEEE! Sooooo
goooooooood!” She groaned with ecstatic agony, her arms wrapped tightly
around his neck, her hips humping furiously as he threw the meat to
her, the huge whiteness of her massive breasts squashing out between
them on either side of their chests.

Arnold plunged his huge cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the soft
warm cavern of her belly, feeling her cunt flower open before his
savage onslaught as though she had never been fucked before.

Sarah’s wildly steaming flesh jerked and twisted while she moaned
unceasingly, her features contorted with furious passion. Her mouth
moved wordlessly and her nostrils flared with an untamed, animal desire
which took hold of her body as if she were having an uncontrollable
epileptic fit. Her forehead glistened with sweat as her vagina arched
upward through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her
rapidly approaching orgasm. “Ooooooohh Jesus God yes,” she cried up
towards the ceiling as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the
wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising
her up off the bed in order to sink his hard driving thickness still
deeper into her passion-drenched cunt. He threw it to her with all the
strength his hips and thighs could muster, and the smooth, hungrily
moving walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped like a heartbeat all
around his hotly bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his
toes, ramming every last inch of his long thick penis up through her
shudderingly accepting hole and dragging a fresh ecstatic moan from her
lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded animal.
Her nostrils snorted wildly and her eyes, now opened wide, gazed
glassy-eyed and unseeing as he fucked savagely into her open body, a
deep, burning desire burning lustfully out of them.

He pulled his head back, his neck muscles straining, and closed his
eyes, imagining that he was fucking supremely into his beautiful blonde
daughter. If Sarah only knew … he thought from time to time …
fucking her cunt and thinking of fucking our beautiful young baby girl,
Jan, at the same time …

Now Sarah twisted and writhed beneath him, unable to control her body
or the wild desire that coursed through her. Her body ached to be
humiliated and fucked by her handsome young son-in-law she imagined in
his place. Her face contorted wildly with passion as her cunt struggled
desperately after its climax. Her lips bared back over her teeth and
desperate moans echoed from deep in her violently heaving breasts. Her
arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, now slithered
down so her fingernails could dig savagely, piercingly into his
muscularly pummeling buttocks as they pounded heavily up into her
desire-flooded loins.

Lewd wet smacking sounds resounded through the room with each vicious,
pile-driving hump up between her openly spread legs. Arnold ran his
hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs
and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair around her cunt
to feel the greedily clinging lips of wet flesh that clung and throbbed
ecstatically around his cock like a snug, avidly sucking mouth. Her
cunt was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-
split crevice of her ass. Her body flamed with passionate perspiration
and gyrated wildly, ravenous for sex and nothing but sex. It seemed to
Sarah as if the entire world began and ended within that central core
of her belly and cunt. She no longer existed except for that flame of
sensation within her vagina, from which everything else about her —
and the world — built outward progressively.

Her head flailed back and forth uncontrollably on the pillow, sending
her long, soft hair flying everywhere. Her mouth opened in a long,
ecstatic moan and she became something crazed and inhuman as she
churned and squirmed in the grip of pure sex, spreading her legs back
until her knees pressed lightly against her nipples, feeling the sheet
soaking beneath her buttocks and cunt from the profusion of sexual
juices gushing from her burning loins. This fresh position allowed her
husband to fuck his cock up into her even deeper and Sarah squealed
again with delight, still imagining him as her young virile son-in-law.

“Deeper, Stevie! Oooooh, that’s it! Fuck me deeper daaaaarling! Deeper,
harder, ooooh fuck me!” she begged, gasping as if she were dying. She
raised her open thighs up higher on his body and wound them
voluptuously around his back, moving her naked hips from side to side
with uncontrollable abandon and spiraling her vagina up and down
crazily along his rhythmically pistoning cock.

“OH JESUS l’M CUMMING!” she gasped hoarsely, ”I’M OH — OH — OH!
HONEEEEEEEEEE!” She suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of
burning intensity and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind
his heavily perspiring back. At the same time her arms wrapped tightly
around his neck and she mashed her mouth on his, shoving her tongue all
the way up into his throat with wild abandon and sucking as furiously
as she could. Arnold could taste the pungent, male flavor of the cum he
had spurted into her mouth minutes before. Her back arched and she held
tight to him, then all of a sudden he pushed her legs up high over his
shoulders, rolling her body into a tight fleshy ball which he fucked
mindlessly, drawing hoarse gasps of “Oh! Oh! Oh!” from her helpless
lips, and then suddenly her hotly clinging vagina was quivering and
jerking insanely around his cock as seemingly her whole insides erupted
and spewed out all around his hard-driving cock. Her cum-juice cascaded
down the widespread crevice of her upraised buttocks, flooding wetly
into his testicles as they slapped with heavy lewd smacks into her tiny
puckered anus.

Even though his wife had sucked him dry but a few short moments ago,
the wildness of Sarah’s orgasm started a slow aching pressure in her
husband’s groin and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and
squeezed with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to
suddenly explode and gush out jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into
her widespread vagina.

“God,” he gasped as he imagined himself cumming in his own daughter,
and he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis
smacked like a wooden paddle against the wide-splayed lips of her cunt
and his rhythmically jerking cock pumped deeply down into the throbbing
recesses of her thirstily absorbing belly.

And then a series of wild, violent shudders seemed to hit them both at
once which had no beginning nor any kind of end. Shudders which began
in their toes, rippled through their heaving bodies, and which ended
only in mind-dredging moans and groans that were pure ecstasy for both
of them — as she imagined that he was Steve, their darling young son-
in-law, and he imagined that she was Jan, their gorgeous blonde
daughter, . .

“Uuuuhhhhhh …”

“Aaaahhhhhoooooooohhhhh baby …”

“Mmmmmmmmmm…”

She ran her hands lovingly over his hairy chest as they gradually
settled back, spinning downward and out from the magnificent heights
they had reached together.

Would her son-in-law be that good, she wondered?

Only time would tell.

And for his part, he was still thinking and imagining that he was
stroking the long blonde hair of his beautiful, voluptuous daughter Jan
…

Chapter 5

In the kitchen, Rex was sitting quietly in a corner observing his
beautiful blonde new mistress. As before, his warm animal blood raced
faster as he watched her sensual movements about the kitchen. Nothing
else had happened between them since the new people had come to the
house, although he had noticed that subtle female sexual aroma rising
as well from underneath the dress of the other woman who had arrived at
the house a short time ago. Unmistakably she had gazed into his large
brown eyes with that look of curiosity which so often characterized his
initial encounters with human females.

He licked his paws and continued to watch Jan, her voluptuous body
moving about the kitchen with sexy, top heavy movements, her perfectly
curved hips swaying, her long blonde hair bed up again in its shining
ponytail. Rex wondered idly what his mistress would look like stripped
naked. All human women looked slightly different, and even their holes
felt different when he dog-fucked them, his long, thick penis sliding
up into their hair-fringed cunts and sometimes into their tiny, tightly
clenching backsides.

Jan had managed to get her head back together momentarily, after her
mother had gone back to the bedroom to rest. It had taken some time,
though. She had found it necessary to throw herself into the housework
with everything that was in her, in order to cancel out the terrible
urging in her loins that had been awakened by that devilish dog and the
strange tricks he had been apparently taught by Marge Levitt.

By noon, though, the unsatiated flame in her loins had been adequately
banked and she sat down to a cup of coffee. Earlier, she had heard a
terrific amount of unmistakable noise in her parents’ guest room and
closed the door to the kitchen, dreadfully embarrassed and feeling
herself becoming wet between her legs all over again.

The nerve, people that age still carrying on! Her face flushed a beet
red for a good half hour as she endeavored to force all thought of them
out of her impressionable young mind. Of course, she had always assumed
that her parents had sex — there was nothing wrong in that. After all,
that was how they’d made her, wasn’t it?

Still, it had really set her heart to racing to think that her father
was actually fucking her mother right there on the other side of the
door! She had been brought up in a very large home where the interior
walls were largely brick. Consequently there was a great deal of
privacy. These new homes had walls that were much too thin. She had
felt her vagina begin to throb and clench inward while her parents were
carrying on, and only turning on the radio had managed to distract her.

Now, as she sipped her coffee and nibbled a light sandwich, she was
filled with a terrible, burning shame. The terrible things she had been
doing with that irresistible animal — and then to get all excited up
between her thighs when she heard her own parents doing it — what was
she coming to, anyway? She had always been brought up so refined, but
now her animal instincts seemed to be taking over at the slightest
terrible temptation.

What had ever driven her to that disgusting, loathsome act with Rex,
who was after all only a dog? She could die of shame!

Not that it was Rex’s fault. She had merely been too worked up over
their recent sexual frustrations, and she had lost her head. For some
time after he had disappeared out the back door, she had wondered if
the dog might not even refuse to come back to her.

But fortunately he had returned and that had served to assuage her
guilt somewhat. After all, what did a German shepherd know about moral
laws?

Although he did have the most disturbing eyes, and suddenly, looking
down into them where Rex lounged so casually in the corner by the
refrigerator, she lost all her appetite to eat another single bite. His
eyes seemed to be burning through the snug red sweater as if they were
laser beams …

As for Rex, he had no appetite either, except for her. He had even
ignored his lamb bone as he concentrated all of his attention on her
and her musky, overheated animal scent. The heated taste and odor of
her female mating essence had earlier whetted his trained dog lusts,
leaving his animal loins in a state of incomplete agitation. Indeed, he
was so hot for his new mistress, and eager to work on her with his
tongue and penis, that he had totally ignored invitations from
neighborhood houses elsewhere during his brief range of freedom. He had
totally ignored all the old stops at other back doors in the
neighborhood, where excitedly smiling housewives had tried to tempt him
with various treats to get him to perform in their kitchens and
bedrooms all the skilled feats they had learned to love so much. No, he
only had thoughts and feelings for his new blonde mistress now. There
was a fresh, urgent yearning in his German shepherd heart that existed
solely for her, for the golden-haired Jan.

Suddenly Jan could take it no longer, sitting there gazing into his big
brown eyes from the kitchen table. She had no right to give Rex the
silent treatment after he had been so good to her. Moved by an urge as
irresistible as it was obscene, she got up from the kitchen table and
went over to him — only to have him rise and meet her in the center of
the floor!

“Rex,” she breathed laboriously, putting her fingers down into the soft
fur around his collar as the handsome animal nuzzled against her bare
thigh, making her flesh tingle. Her welcome voice, aroma, and the feel
of her long, slender hand on his neck delighted the animal. He licked
at her wrist and sniffed in everything about her that was so delicious
to him. Jan began cooing softly as she felt the tension rise again in
her hungrily aching young cunt.

“You — you may not know it, darling, but I–I was afraid you might
hate me for the terrible way I behaved –” she said in a choked-up
voice. “I could never stand that, you handsome beauty!” she blurted out
passionately, totally forgetting herself in one swift, blissful moment
as she felt his muscular body brushing her thighs and turning them to
jelly. Giving in to a force that was stronger than herself, she
suddenly found herself kneeling down and throwing her arms tearfully
around the handsome dog’s neck. “Oooh, you’re so sweet, little baby.
Please forgive mama! I promise, I’ll never do anything so wicked again
…”

And saying this even as her hot young pussy began to pulsate and seep
out warm wet liquid all over again …

Rex was tired and thirsty, but he could give himself over to this
beautiful mistress’ caress indefinitely. But suddenly Jan caught
herself as she realized that she had given in to her primeval instincts
once again. Summoning every last ounce of strength, she forced herself
to stagger up into a standing position again, then backed off
nervously, her hand clutching her breasts, her breath coming in hotly
punctuated little gasps, her nostrils flaring.

She had to fight back!

She had to! This awful thing was getting the better of her! How could
she have allowed herself to become so horribly shameless?

Had anyone ever told her that mere sight or presence of a mere animal
could make her go weak in the knees, Jan would have thought them crazy.
She hurried to distract herself now, though, because it was becoming
apparent that Rex was no ordinary dog. He was just too exceptionally
unique — understanding, affectionate, warm … and it was this as much
as anything which made her heart flutter irrationally whenever she
looked at him.

She blushed self-consciously. It seemed almost as if it had been love
at first sight. Why else would she have let him lick her there, between
her legs? It was more than just lust between them. No, lust she could
have fought. But this was more, much more.

She considered all of this as she feverishly scrubbed unending
cupboards, trying to get her mind off him and his beautiful sleek coat,
his handsome canine head, his adorable face and understanding eyes. But
most of all, she could not forget his long, beautifully educated
tongue. God, the way it had licked with such exquisite tenderness and
understanding at the eagerly accepting portals of her nakedly presented
vagina!

What woman could ever forget a thing like that!

And indeed, as her mind continued to dwell on the obscenity of the
morning, over and over, her guilt began to lessen, and a revitalized
excitement began to take hold … God, she should still feel his hotly
searing tongue, long and thick, parting her softly curling blonde pubic
hair, spreading the thin, pinkly glistening edges of her cuntal lips
with it. How it had splayed agonizingly through the sensitive flesh of
her passion-moistened vaginal walls, was enough to provoke the wildest
sensations of sexual memory up between her full, warm thighs.

She had to get hold of herself!

But how?

And then, suddenly — she was saved by the bell. For the shrill ringing
of the telephone cut her anguished silence, and she hurried to answer
it.

* * *

She went to the wall to pick up the telephone, Rex following silently,
attentively in her wake.

“That you, baby?” came her handsome young husband’s voice, and into her
mind came a vision of his face as well, long and handsome, with fluffy
black curls and a jutting dimpled chin that provided am aura of
strength atop his large, well built physique.

“Who did you think?” she asked softly. Rex came up and nuzzled against
the softness of her smooth white thigh. She reached behind and
scratched his pointy ears There was a soft swirl of emotion in her
loins, and she began wondering what Rex’s penis looked like.

“Are you okay?”

“The folks are here,” she said sullenly.

There was a silence from the other end of the phone. “Well, good,” he
said at last, “it’ll be good to see them. They’re good people. Did they
have a nice trip?”

“I guess so.”

“You don’t sound happy, baby. Are you okay?”

“Yes. I guess I’m just tired out, having all this company at once in
the house.” She looked down at Rex. Suddenly she was wondering wickedly
if she needed Steve at all. She had a lover right here who wouldn’t go
away and leave her nervous and frustrated every morning the way he did.

“You can manage it,” came his grinning voice.

“Will you be home soon?”

“Just as soon as I finish these reports this afternoon. Think you can
wait?”

She tried to manage some cheerfulness, but somehow it came out sounding
very flat. “I’ll manage.”

“Okay, darling. See you soon. Give your folks my best.”

“I will.”

And with that he rung off. Jan dug her fingers into the smooth, sleek
fur of Rex’s sturdy neck. There was a rousing feeling in her loins that
seemed inescapable. But her mind was confused. She didn’t dare allow
herself to fall into the same emotional trap she had earlier — and yet
at the same time she couldn’t very well ignore those tremulous,
butterfly feelings that were fluttering slowly into being in her
hungering young belly, either.

“Come on, Rex,” she said, patting his collar. “Maybe what we need, boy,
is a cold shower. That’ll put the damper on your misbehavior.”

Rex slavered and followed her up the stairs to the bedroom, his big
brown eyes resting on the well-turned calves of her gorgeous tanned
legs as she moved before him. In another moment they were in the
bedroom alone, and Jan was taking off her clothes in preparation for
stepping through the connecting door into the bathroom.

He watched her lustfully, his long red tongue hanging out wet and
panting, as his beautiful blonde mistress disrobed teasingly, as if
daring a lover. His thick pink penis began slowly moving out through
it’s dark hairy sheath, and he could feel his animal balls begin to
throb urgently.

Jan hummed softly to herself. It was nice and harmless, and pleasing to
her feminine ego to take her clothes off in front of Rex. He was
obviously a devoted mistress-dog, and he had probably watched Marge
Levitt with the same intent, earnest stare. It was almost as if she
were being watched by a strange man, but with the added benefit that
Rex could never tell anyone about what he saw, or spread tales all over
the neighborhood.

No, Rex was probably the most discreet lover — why did she think of
that term — that any woman could want. And he was attentive. It was
flattering in the extreme to have him continually under foot, watching,
waiting so intent in every movement and watchful glance.

And so utterly safe, too. That was the real beauty of it. She could
dance around Rex and tease as she might a human lover, but there was no
danger in anything coming from it — unless she slipped again and
wanted it to.

Jan shivered and looked back at the big, brown-eyed animal. A feeling
of utter sultriness swept through her, washing her in sensuality. She
moaned and closed her eyes, her long, sleek blonde hair hanging down
straight and golden over her voluptuous body. Her voluminous young
breasts inclined only slightly, still preserving their exotic outward
bulge. The fleecy curls of her blonde pubic hair shone wet with sun-
rays from the nearby window. Rex studied her long legs, suntanned and
elegant, her tall slender form filled out so beautifully at the chest
with firm, cantaloupe breasts. Suddenly he got up on his feet and moved
toward her anxious to press his cold, wet nose up through the softly
curling blonde nest to where her warmly scented vagina lay quietly
waiting.

But Jan made an abrupt turn and made for the bathroom, jumping into it
quickly and locking the door behind her. Rex had to sit down on his
paws again, softly mewling.

She turned on the shower as icy as she could, and let the frighteningly
frigid water burn off all the excess sensuality from her gently
quivering flesh. She was grateful that the sound of the water had
closed off Rex’s whimpering. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able
to bear that another second. The dog was so ennervatingly sweet, and
she knew how she hurt him by not allowing him to follow her into the
bathroom.

But she wanted a few minutes alone by herself, to think and regroup
mentally. So she soaped her firmly rounded breasts, upper thighs,
occasionally working the bar of soap up between her legs and playing it
there momentarily, dreaming away, until she caught herself and began
washing her naked body in a more practical way.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, she had managed to assuage
some of her overheatedness. Now she was ready to relax. Maybe she would
even take a nap for a few minutes.

So she stepped through the door and into the bedroom again, still
toweling the wetness of her curves. Rex perked up the instant she
cracked the door. There was his beautiful mistress again, all of her
long blonde hair down, her beautiful female breasts jutting out like
over-ripe melons, with more than enough room between them to
accommodate his tongue, face and head.

She was so long and tall, that she towered over him. He adored her
long, tanned legs, the nice round curve on her naked little tummy —
but most of all he wanted to lick away the slowly rising moisture that
was beginning to seep between her voluptuously curved thighs. It would
be fun feeling her squirm about beneath him.

Jan sensed none of the dog’s lewd thoughts, only his watchfulness, and
she found herself self-conscious again. Maybe she should get under the
covers altogether. The shower had so relaxed her that a quick afternoon
nap would be just the thing.

Chapter 6

When she did finally awaken from her nap, she stretched voluptuously
and then glanced to the side of the bed.

Just as she had expected, Rex was still there, faithful to the last. He
sat on the floor next to the bed, keeping an eye on the room and
herself just like a posted sentry.

Jan couldn’t repress a little smile of happiness when she saw him
there, for he was still at least company. She swung her legs to the
floor, sat on the edge of the bed, and ran her fingers affectionately
over the back of his soft, sleek head. Rex crowded devotedly against
her, putting his chin happily into her lap, so that now the smooth fur
of his coat was nestling against the thin blonde curls of her naked
young pussy.

“That’s a good darling,” she cooed, “guarding your mama. That’s a nice
doggy. Every woman should have an angel like you, shouldn’t she,
sweetheart?” She stroked the soft crown of his furry head. “I guess I’m
probably luckier than I thought, aren’t I, precious?”

Jan hadn’t really expected an answer, but suddenly the handsome German
shepherd raised his head to her face and, before she could ascertain
his intentions, he had brushed his warm, moist tongue quickly over her
lips. Jan gasped and drew back, her eyes wide with alarm.

Yet she was amazed to find that she was not repelled in the slightest.
Indeed, the loving wet contact of Rex’s tongue sent an unexpected bolt
of warm, comfortable sensation fluttering through her flesh! For a
moment which seemed like an eternity, she gazed long and deep,
transfixed as if by a spell, into his hypnotic brown eyes. Then, still
dominated by his look, she took his face in her slender hands.

Yes, he had kissed her and he knew it! She was sure of it now! Rex knew
exactly what he was doing!

Then he had known what he was doing when he had licked her vagina back
in the kitchen as well!

And there was that devilish glitter in his eyes, giving him away as big
as anything! Imagine!

Suddenly everything in her seemed to give way and melt before that
molten stare in his limpid brown eyes. She took his head in her
slender, cool hands and fingered his furry ears with her long red
fingernails. Then slowly she leaned forward, holding his face warmly
… then, near breathless, she parted her lush, moistened red lips with
her tiny pink tongue — only to have his longer, thick one touch it
with a burning caress of a French kiss!

Jan gasped, trembling all over. So she hadn’t been the seducer after
all, the Lorelei calling the vulnerable young dog into the depths of
depravity. It was he who had seduced her! He knew all along! Marge
Levitt had taught Rex how to please women!

Had a human male imparted such am impassioned kiss, she wouldn’t have
felt it any more intensely. When his tongue touched hers, the feeling
had been positively electric. Without thinking and breathing hotly, she
moved her face forward again — and he did it again!

Now she realized there was no turning back. All of the deeply welling
frustration swirling in her sexually frustrated young loins was
boiling, churning towards the mouth of her vagina. She couldn’t keep
herself now — no way — from exchanging these small, fervent lingual
caresses with him, and then he whimpered, a smoothly sensual sound that
shot right up between her legs!

Jan jumped up, feeling as if she were choking. She had to get away.
What on earth was she doing? This was impossible, unreal. It couldn’t
be actually taking place. She must still be dreaming.

Awkwardly, she pushed her way past him, her naked breasts bouncing
seductively as she walked. Again Rex whined, as if sensing the savage,
primitive heat he had so easily rekindled within her frustrated belly
and loins.

But though she moved quickly across the carpet to the bathroom, she
turned back to face him easily as fast. “Rex — oh Rex, what am I going
to do with you?” she wailed helplessly, bound by bonds of sexual
slavery to this slavering beast who came softly padding toward her.

Not that she was ashamed! Indeed, that was the baffling part of the
whole business. All shame seemed to have evaporated into the humid,
sensual air of the bedroom. The pretty blonde housewife was hot as a
firecracker about to explode, yet she felt no shame. She could only
shake her head in self-bewilderment at this development. Maybe what she
needed was a drink — to settle her down.

On the other hand, there was some question in her mind that it hadn’t
been only the fault of the liquor which had acted to promote their
little episode earlier that morning.

Well, she would put it to the test. She had hidden a small bottle of
whiskey in the bathroom cabinet, and now she went to get it.

Rex followed hungrily her every movement, never straying from her side.
His excited senses recognized from experience her female needs for him.
The piquant aroma rising from the fluid heat of her human loveliness
filled his nostrils just as he had tasted it from her mouth,
intoxicating him wildly. But he was not used to this maddening delay.
His other mistress always called for him immediately at such times, as
did all of the other housewives in the neighborhood.

Still, the waiting had its own delicious quality of intoxication and
erotic excitement. It made him long all the more for her, even though
he could do nothing to further his animal desires until she ordered him
to.

Jan did not sit down, she swung her long, shining blonde hair out over
her smoothly curving buttocks as she moved about the bathroom. He
stalked her as if he was her shadow, so close did he follow. He
continually brushed smoothly, excitingly against her, but then she
would quickly move away again. She poured herself several shots of
Scotch in the meanwhile, working herself up towards — what? She didn’t
know. By now, all of her motives had become slightly unclear.

Her soft womanly flesh still shivered when he purposefully crowded
against her, and her melodious voice continued to send soft, tuneful
sweet singing down to him. The aura of her sexual desire was growing
stronger and stronger, and it was sweet as lilacs in Rex’s sensitive
nostrils.

Now his flanks began to throb powerfully. And then, at last, she sat
down on the side of the tub … immediately he saw his chance and moved
in to rest his head in her lap. The hot, spicy fragrance echoing from
her loins fled up between her warm, creamy soft thighs and saturated
his animated sexual instincts.

“Oh, darling,” Jan breathed, laying her head and long blonde hair back
as she stroked his great handsome head cradled on her nervously
trembling upper thighs. “You are a mind-blowing lover dog!”

It was true, she saw now! Rex was much more than just a magnificent
dog. His potential and unplumbed depths were truly magnificent. There
was something aristocratically human about his maleness. He’d enchanted
her because of that and he was well aware of it … he knew that she
had been afraid to sit down because of what he was doing with the
coolness of his nose at this very moment!

She gazed down at him and smiled. His animal eyes were filled with a
great deal more than mere affection — there was rank lust in those
handsome, devilish orbs!

“You want to make an animal out of me too, is that it?” she hissed
passionately, carried away. “You want to see our episode of this
morning brought to a climax — and so do I, darling! So do I! I can’t
help myself!”

Jan groaned as her brain swam with all kinds of confused feelings. Was
it merely all the whiskey she’d put away today that had brought her to
this amazing state? No! It couldn’t be just that!

But nothing would ever end this mad, seething feeling in her loins,
except sex, but God, she was aflame with lust and lascivious yearning!
Her loins fairly boiled with desire … even though she’d tried so hard
to resist! There was a total, seething wetness between her legs, making
her inner thighs all sticky and shivery, and there was no way to evade
it — what’s more, Rex must have sensed it all along! That handsome,
devilish seductive brute.

The large German shepherd sensed his mistress’ helplessly rising
emotions. He, too; was unsettled. But he recognized her anxiety from
previous experiences — all human females seemed to suffer this way the
first time. This meant that her total and complete surrender was not
far off.

Suddenly his beautiful blonde mistress got up and went back into the
bedroom again. He followed her dutifully, then sat down on his haunches
with ears and eyes alert. Jan had stopped looking and speaking the
soft, musically pleasant sounds down at him. She sat down on the bed
and the rounded, curvaceous contours of female flesh made him pant with
open jaws. He saw in her elaborate, sensual beauty all the hidden
secrets, so delicious, that he had come to love and enjoy with the
other women of the neighborhood.

His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets
partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the
thin, warmly heated little crevice he remembered so well from his
earlier licking between her succulently spread legs.

She smiled at him pleasantly. Something throbbed violently in the
leaden, bull weight of his urgent loins. Suddenly, pantingly, he began
to lick teasingly at her ankles and calves.

“Ooooh, you’re a devilish little seducer,” Jan softly intoned down at
him. Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her hungry loins.
She thought briefly of her handsome young husband. Why couldn’t he turn
her on as wonderfully and obscenely as this handsome dog?

Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed to
be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward. She massaged
the hotly swollen mounds and the tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge
and throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers. Jan felt as if she were
a raging inferno. Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as her
loins.

“Oooh, I’m frightened, Rex!” She took his face in her hands again. “I
feel like a bride on her honeymoon or something. You will be gentle
with me, won’t you? Oh God, I can’t resist you …”

The excited animal’s eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of
its furry sheath again. Not long now and his beautiful mistress would
let him do the things he so ardently loved to do; he was sure of it.
Still, he had to wait until she was really ready; that was his
training.

Jan had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which
had made such a furnace of her belly. The seething, fluid little cuntal
channel between her legs seemed to be raging with desire — but for
what? Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her. And now,
as she groaned and lay back on the bedspread with trembling thighs
spreading partly open, her fingertips traced upward over the satiny
smoothness of her rib cage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her
breasts, and she squeezed them until they hurt. Her fingers found the
tiny, bone hard nipples and pinched them narcisistically, imagining
that her fingers were the lips of a lover.

And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed over the side of
the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover,
waiting and whining in frustration …

Rex felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at the
obvious torrid craving of his naked mistress. Her savage, animal need
was present in her burning eyes as well as in that marvelous scent
which wafted from her cunt like warm winter chestnuts or something
equally as sweet. His heart pounded in his broad chest at the sight of
her long golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her beautiful
head. The waiting was becoming unbearable.

“Now, lover,” came her heated murmur — at last! “Come here, come here
up to me, darling, come here and lie beside me …”

A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog’s excitedly heaving
chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed,
momentarily poised like a god over her spread-open legs, staring down
at her. Jan’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him so
urgently surveying her naked and voluptuously exposed female flesh.

It wasn’t too late! A voice cried in her head. There was still time to
resist this terrible depravity! She had to get hold of herself — but
quickly!

And then, suddenly — it was too late. For faster than she was capable
of realizing it, Rex suddenly lowered his head and licked out with his
hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her nervously convulsing
belly!

“Ooooooh,” she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into her
head, “Oooohhh, daaarrrling …”

Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind
shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got
herself together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long
blonde hair swinging around, so that she could watch him as he lapped
upward over the small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach.
Higher and higher he licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last
he was licking at the smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust-
swollen breasts — and then creeping upward over them to her now almost
bursting nipples!

“Daaarlmg …” she groaned without shame, her hands coming ecstatically
up and around to grip his furry head as he prolonged this ardent
devotion. His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly at the pink erogenous
tips again and again, until Jan felt as if they were being touched by a
live electric wire, and maddening spasms of desire made her body jerk
and twitch.

By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank
to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue
stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly. Rex whimpered from deep
in his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his features.
Then his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of sight
older than time, and a glow seemed to hang like a bridge between them.
Jan waited breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move, her lips
parted and gasping, helpless love-slave before the ferocious sensuality
of this furry beast — and then he moved smoothly upward to lick at her
open and willing mouth…

“Oh … oh R