Beastiality

They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door,
leaning on one another and staggering a little. Then both quieted down
as they stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and
not quite remembering how. The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and
then fished out a key. For several seconds he tried to fit it into the
lock, finally swearing good-naturedly:

“If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!”

“Oh, Jack, don’t say such things,” the young woman giggled, looking
around nervously. “The neighbors might hear.”

“Fuck the neighbors,” the man answered in a slightly slurred voice. All
at once the key slid in the lock and he opened the door, starting
inside, but then he halted and, giving an exaggerated bow, spoke
grandly to his female companion.

“Would the lady care to enter?” he said with a little hiccup. And the
lady did enter, sweeping majestically into the house, her entry marred
only when she tripped a little on the doorsill. The man followed her in
and shut the door.

“Oh, Christ, what a party,” he said, collapsing into a chair.

“Yes, and I hope you don’t remember a thing tomorrow. Do you know what
you did? You were dancing on your knees on that funny old table with a
lampshade …”

“Enough!” Jack ordered. “We got better things to do than talk about
parties that’ve already happened. C’mere, wench.” He reached his arms
up commandingly, but the woman pirouetted coquettishly just out of his
reach, pretending shyness. She was young, in her early twenties, of
average height — but beyond that, there wasn’t anything else average
about her. Long heavy blonde hair cascaded down to frame a truly lovely
fine-boned face, highlighted by a pair of huge blue eyes set like
Alpine lakes against her creamy rose-tinted complexion. While her dress
was cut fairly modestly, neither too low in the front nor too short, it
could not entirely hide the lush ripe body underneath. Although she was
a blonde, she was not a frosty blonde, but rather a warm soft
combination of golds and rich creams and tender yellow rose petals. All
in all she was a very desirable young woman, and the man called Jack
was obviously aware of it, as he should have been. They were married –
- Jack and Angela Sims.

“Ah-ha, going to play hard to get,” Jack teased, jumping up from the
chair. For an instant he staggered and almost fell backward but,
quickly regaining his balance, the obviously tipsy young man took out
after his wife as she ran squealing and laughing toward the bedroom.
Cornered near the bed, the lovely young blonde turned at bay, holding
up her hands protectingly.

“Oh, please, sir, I beg of you, don’t ravish an innocent young girl,”
she begged in a high falsetto.

“You’re out of luck, baby. You’ll never walk out of here a virgin,” the
man growled in mock threat. Reaching out, he circled the young beauty
with his arms and pressed her violently to him. As their lips met, all
pretense faded and they melted together in a long passionate kiss.

“Oh, Jack,” Angela breathed, “do that again.” She drew in her breath
sharply as her husband’s right hand slipped up under her dress, sliding
for a moment over her satiny thighs, moving insistently up toward the
soft curl-covered “vee” above. For a moment her legs clamped tightly
together, not to protect her modesty, but in unconscious reaction to
the burning power of his touch.

“Oh, Jack,” she breathed again, and her body seemed to go limp against
his. Without a word he reached around behind her back and unzipped her
dress. Reaching down he began to draw the dress upward, baring his
wife’s firm graceful thighs as the dress snaked up over her body. He
had a moment’s trouble working the material up over the voluptuous
swell of her breasts, but she helped, raising her arms obediently, and
a moment later the dress was off and her hair settled back down over
her shoulders in a golden cloud. The young beauty was left wearing only
her lacy brassiere, white bikini panties and pantyhose. The brassiere
went next.

Once again the young man reached behind his willing captive, unsnapping
her brassiere and then pulling it impatiently forward, down over her
arms, letting free the firmly rounded breasts which quivered a little
as the girl’s body swayed from her husband’s rough handling. The young
man stared hungrily down at the perfect full mounds of soft cream-white
flesh, noticing that the cooler air in the room was already making the
pale pink nipples harden involuntarily. With a stifled groan, the young
husband bent a little lower and buried his head between the resilient
roundness, then began to eagerly slide his wet lips over the hard
berry-like little tips, nipping lightly with his teeth.

“Aaah,” his wife moaned in helpless pleasure, letting her hands move up
his strong muscular back to work lovingly into his thick brown hair,
pressing him even more tightly against her sensitively palpitating
breasts. Jack then slid slowly down to his knees, never letting his
lips leave his wife’s naked flesh, until finally his neck was bent
upward at a sharp angle. Hooking his fingers in the narrow elastic band
that girdled his wife’s hips, he pulled down, slowly working her
panties and pantyhose together down over her richly flaring hips,
pausing a moment as her thighs began to be bared, to reach up and
lightly caress with his fingertips the sparse golden down up between
them.

The young wife had already kicked off her shoes, and in sudden
impatience Jack pulled down hard on the material in his hands, wanting
to get the disrobing over with.

“Watch out,” Angela said. “Don’t tear them.”

“The hell with that,” Jack answered, his voice hoarse with passion,
“I’ll buy you another pair. Dozens.” Without saying another word the
excited young man buried his burning lips into the smooth flesh just
below his wife’s navel, causing her stomach muscles to suck in from the
sudden shock of his touch. The young woman swayed for a moment above
her husband, her fingers tangling reflexively in his hair, half in
defense, half in delight, as the young man’s hotly working lips slid
lower and lower over her belly, finally nibbling at the top of her
softly curled pussy hair.

“D-Do you think we should make love after drinking so much?” she asked
shakily, almost as if she hoped he wouldn’t answer, and he didn’t, only
slid his hands around to seize her by the hips, his thumbs digging into
her tender belly. For a long moment the young wife stood in indecision.
She knew what her husband seemed about to do. He was going to lick her
down there between the legs! Never in her young life had this been done
to her before, and some part of her mind warned her that it was wrong,
depraved. All her training told her to pull Jack’s head away from her
this instant, but at the same time a hot flush of passion swept over
her body, partly fueled perhaps by the alcohol that boiled through her
system, but she didn’t care. She stood still in trembling anticipation
as her husband’s lewdly questing lips slid lower into her vaginal hair,
reaching at last the top of her anxiously quivering cuntal slit …

“Damn!” he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his mouth away. “I’ve got to get
out of my clothes before I lose my mind.” Lurching to his feet, the
frenzied young man began tearing desperately at his clothes, leaving
his wife standing alone and naked, disappointment and relief playing
games within her head. The anticipatory tingling high up between her
thighs quickly changed to belly-twisting frustration.

To get her mind off what she considered obscene and unnatural thoughts,
the naked young goddess fastened her attention on her husband as he
quickly shed his clothes, appreciating for the hundredth time his
strong chest as it was quickly bared before her. He was a lot taller
than she — six feet to her five feet five, but she liked the way she
was able to nestle into his arms, and remembered that when they were
both naked his penis dug deliciously into her belly, igniting hungers
there so strong that they made her a little ashamed. Jack was fumbling
with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his legs,
kicking them unceremoniously into a comer, then stood up to face her,
wearing only his shorts. Angela could see that his penis was already
hard, pushing the material out from his loins like the white beak of
some strange bird. Finally, looking his wife straight in the eye, Jack
pulled his shorts down, Ms rigidly erect penis springing free, bouncing
gently in front of her fascinated gaze. The young wife blushed at her
own boldness and looked quickly away.

“What’s the matter, don’t you like it anymore?” her husband asked with
a little laugh, and then laughing no more, he started toward her, lust
written all over his face. Angela expected him to take her in his arms
again, but instead the desire-inflamed young man pushed her backward
toward the bed, causing her to lose her balance as the mattress caught
her behind the knees. With a little startled cry, the young blonde
tumbled back on the bed, her legs opening automatically as she tried to
fight for balance, unconsciously baring the narrow pink slit between
her legs to her husband’s hungry gaze.

Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs around so that she lay
lengthwise on the bed. He crawled up between her thighs, then, poising
over her for a moment.

“Please, Jack, don’t be rough,” Angela pleaded, but she could see by
his face that lust had made him a stranger to her. Looking down at the
beautiful girl spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward
with a groan and dug his hands greedily into her tender body, letting
his strong fingers knead her smooth soft belly, then slide up to
squeeze her palpitating breasts, leaving scarlet marks in the tender
white flesh. Angela groaned in a combination of both pleasure and pain
as her husband began to roll her sensitive nipples into pebble-hard
little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a long thrill
of excitement shuddering through her body. Even though she would like
her husband to be more gentle, to take a little more time with her, the
now panting young wife felt her body responding to the rough
stimulation. She looked up with passion-glazed eyes, beginning to lose
herself in his touch, her body beginning to slowly writhe beneath him.

Then his hands were gone, and Angela looked down to see Jack sitting
half back on his haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance,
while with the other hand he seized his massive cock and placed it
against her desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the soft blonde hair
with the blood-bloated tip, and working it in between her throbbing
cuntal lips,

“Oh God,” she moaned, “that feels so good.” Raising her head up off the
bed, the impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of
angry red male flesh poised against her sensitive genitals, mesmerized
by the way the smooth bulbous head flattened against her moistly
trembling inner flesh. Oh, how she wanted that marvelous pleasure-
giving shaft to stroke her full of wanton ecstasy, bring her to a peak
of final fulfillment. If only he didn’t … with growing despair the
young woman saw how her husband’s mighty penis was already swollen
almost to the bursting point — how the whole length of it throbbed
and jerked as if it had a life of its own, as if he were already about
to cum.

“Take your time, oh please take your time,” she begged. “Make it last
for me, Jack.” But the young man was past all hearing as he stared down
at the tender flesh beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into
the needfully dilating vaginal opening that would soon house his entire
aching member. With an inarticulate cry, the young man let his full
weight fall forward, pressing deep into the softly clinging passage
below, letting his hips drive his throbbing penis slowly and
relentlessly up into the desire-heated depths between his wife’s legs.

“Oh, Christ,” he moaned, feeling as if his cock were going to explode
immediately, knowing how much he wanted the sweet agony of shooting his
hot sperm up into Angela’s trembling little belly. And Angela too felt
the pulsating member slide up into her more than willing vagina,
hurting for a moment and then seeming to fill her with a wild electric
shock.

“Uuuuunnnnnhhh,” she moaned, her quivering thighs failing open wider to
welcome the wonderful intrusion. Perhaps the liquor had released some
inhibitions, but the delighted young woman realized she had almost cum
with that first hard push. Maybe tonight … oh God, maybe! Make love
to me, Jack,” she moaned, “make love to me hard.”

The powerful young man hovering above her drew his cock part way out of
her hungering cuntal depths, ready to thrust it deep once again to
bring her the relief she so desperately needed. Then his body froze and
a look of agony came over his face. “I-I can’t,” he gasped. “I-I’m
going to cum … can’t hold it back.” To her horror, the excited young
housewife felt her husband’s burgeoning cock already trembling in her,
beginning to spasm, too soon, too soon!

“Try, Jack, try,” she begged, but it was no use. With an inarticulate
cry, the young man fell forward, once again ramming his heavy weapon
far up into Angela’s receptive cunt just as his white-hot sperm began
to spout from the incredibly swollen head.

“Now, now, I’m cumming now,” he cried as his back arched, holding his
prematurely spurting member buried deep up inside his wife’s body.

“No, no,” Angela wailed in despair, her hips thrashing as if she were
trying to work her husband’s rigid penis in and out of her pussy all by
herself, knowing that in just another few seconds she would have had
the orgasm she so violently needed, the orgasm that had been denied her
for so long. Churning and panting, the desperate young woman tried to
make it come true, but it was useless. With a final groan, her husband
collapsed heavily over her body, pinning her motionless with his
exhausted weight. Already she could feel his depleted penis shrinking
into uselessness up inside her desperately clutching vagina. Her body
too, gave one last frantic shudder, but then surrendered in despair,
lying in simmering frustrated need on the bed. The two, husband and
wife, lay that way for several moments.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jack panted, finally raising his head, but unable to
look his wife straight in the eye.

“Sorry,” she began bitterly. “Sorry … how does that help …” but
then she broke off as she saw the hurt look on her husband’s handsome
face. “I didn’t mean that,” she said quickly. “I-I … sometimes I
guess I just don’t know what I’m saying.” Reaching up tenderly, the
lovely young blonde began caressing her husband’s head, soothing him as
if he had been the disappointed one. they lay quietly together for a
while, he beside her now, until finally he rolled away from her body
with a grunt and was almost instantly asleep. It took the toiling woman
quite some time to work the blankets and sheets down so that she could
cover him, and then she too crawled under the covers. The young wife
closed her eyes to try and sleep, but they soon popped open again.
While she had been engaged in comforting her husband, Angela had not
noticed her own need, but now that she was lying still in bed, the
nagging demanding hunger was once again making itself felt.

Nervously the young wife shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together
as if trying to smother the fire that continued to smolder up between
them, threatening to burst into flame at any moment. But the added
pressure only forced her sensitive vaginal lips against one another and
actually increased her frustration. Half-stifling a moan of desire, the
young woman felt one hand sliding down over her naked belly underneath
the sheets as if it had a life of its own. She knew what she was going
to do and tried to stop herself in guilty horror, but it was no use.
Inch by inch her trembling hand descended, until it was resting
nervously on her soft-curled pubic mound. The confused blonde knew this
was wrong and tried to will herself to stop, but her body was crying
out for release, and bit by bit, the only thing left in her fevered
mind was the reality of those ready fingers poised so near to her
aching need.

Not conscious that she had moved, the raggedly breathing girl suddenly
felt her fingers press hard against her fevered cuntal flesh, all her
fingers at once massaging in a slow soothing movement, touching herself
first here, then there, almost crying aloud as a hot bolt of sheer
bliss radiated up from her grateful cunt.

Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger
into the hot wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness,
stroking the sensitive inner surfaces until finally it poised right
over her expectantly throbbing little clitoris, then pressed down hard
on the tiny sensation bud. Angela’s entire body jerked as if someone
had run a heavy charge of electricity through it, her back arching and
mouth and eyes opening wide. For a moment the young woman held frozen
in this position as if she had been turned to stone, but then she
slowly settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible spasm
passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle
finger lightly over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what
would follow. From time to time the maddening finger slid lower along
the wet slippery slit, dipping experimentally just up inside her
steaming pussy opening, wetting itself with the fresh secretions of her
passion that bubbled there, then back up to stroke her painfully
swollen clitoris. Thus Angela worked herself up to an unbearable
passion with her torturing finger. With a groan she opened her sleek
white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far up into her hungry
cunt, sighing with relief as she felt herself partially filled.

But it was not enough. Compared to the great rod of flesh that had so
deliciously stretched her vagina such a short time ago, the panting
young housewife knew that her one finger was ridiculously inadequate.
Desperately she inserted another finger, worming them around in a wild
pattern as far up into her burning vaginal depths as she could reach,
then beginning to slide them rhythmically in and out, her hips rising
to meet them in an obscene motion as old as time. On and on she thrust,
her head beginning to twist and turn on the pillow as her passion
mounted, her eyes half-closed, staring out unseeingly beneath her long
silky lashes. Once Jack groaned and rolled over in his sleep and the
startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her
sinful act, but in a few seconds her husband was once again loudly
snoring, deeply anesthetized by alcohol and sex.

Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened
housewife put in a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into her
shuddering loins for a seeming eternity. In and out the rigid fingers
flashed, wet and gleaming from her heated vaginal secretions. Finally,
the lewdly twisting young blonde felt it coming, her desperately needed
orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving belly like a building tidal
wave, bigger and bigger until she knew it would break over her in
exquisite bliss any moment. But the straining young woman was
unprepared for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot up from her
contracting womb to expand her already swollen breasts, then back down
again to ricochet wildly over her spasming loins. She had to stuff her
free hand in her mouth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy while her
hips jerked up hard against her pounding fingers, once, twice, three
times, her stomach muscles sucking in convulsively. The climaxing young
wife was dimly aware of a warm slippery flood gushing out over her hand
as her climaxing womb released its long stored up passion. Then, with
one last shudder, it was over, and Angela’s lovely body collapsed back
limply into the mattress, her ringers slipping wetly from her still
vibrating cunt. Right then, the temporarily satisfied young wife
wouldn’t have cared if her husband woke up to stare at her in disbelief
as she lay gasping in pleasure, her face radiant with fulfillment, her
taut, wide-set breasts using and falling quickly with her labored
breathing.

But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. Once again she had been
unable to stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought. Once
again she had let the shameful needs of her body win out over her
conscience. Large slow tears trickled from her eyes, turning them into
huge blue liquid pools as the full knowledge of her weakness tore apart
her triumphant mood of just a few seconds ago. Why, oh why did she do
things like this? the unhappy young blonde asked herself in agony.
There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in growing despair. She
was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody somewhere was
speeding it up. In the back of her mind she dimly realized that it was
normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the
same time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.

Angela’s parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to
raise their daughter within their own code. While they were never cruel
or capricious, they were at the same time unyielding, completely
convinced of the divine rightness of their views. Naturally, the area
in which they had been most strict was in regard to sex, or rather the
denial of it. Angela was forbidden to go out with boys until her senior
year in high school, and then only with those carefully screened and
selected by her parents. At the same time, her parent’s deeply
ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell her anything
about “sex,” which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be
repeated only when necessary for the emphasis of important moral
lessons. So the young girl grew up totally ignorant of the implications
of her parent’s repeated warnings against the sins of the flesh.

Several times the dull young men her parents picked out for Angela
proved to a little more enterprising than expected and made fumbling
passes, attempting to fondle her budding young breasts or sliding
inexperienced hands up under her dress. It was less a knowledge of what
the boys were trying to do than an automatic revulsion to their
strained panting and lust-filled expressions that caused the young girl
to fend them off.

The big change came though, when Angela went to college. There was no
college near her home town, so she was sent off to a large university
upstate, one of the best, armed with her parents’ blessings and
warnings to shun evil ways. By this time she was in the full bloom of
her young beauty, a dream vision to the horny young men on campus. They
all went after her in a rush, and the first year was one of confusion
and near terror for the inexperienced young girl.

For two or three years Angela had lived in horror of someday some man
putting his … thing … up there, ever since one of her more
precocious girl friends had told the young innocent the facts of life,
taking childish delight in frightening Angela as much as possible. But
now, for the first time, the budding beauty found herself occasionally
thinking that might not be a bad idea. Strange tingling yearnings
inside her heretofore ignored inner passage demanded some kind of
attention.

Perhaps the confused young woman might have fallen victim to one of the
hungry predatory young male students if she hadn’t had another very
important line of defense — the sanctity of her virginity! Time and
time again Angela saved herself by desperately clinging to the idea
that she must have this precious flower to offer the man she would
eventually marry. Imprisoned in the arms of some strong young male,
panting with desire as the young Lothario expertly slid his knowing
fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would pull away at the
very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each encounter
brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical
surrender. Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of
being a cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her
would-be lovers. If any of them had had a little more patience and
psychology, she would have soon tumbled into their waiting beds. As it
was, Angela was a very physical girl, or, at least her body was. But,
after twenty years of strict parental training, her mind was straight,
narrow … and frightened.

And then she met Jack. Jack Sims was more than four years older than
Angela. A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the
young ex-soldier was now in college on the G.I. Bill. He was tall and
good-looking, and enough smarter and more experienced than the other
young males on campus to be able to have his pick of the girls. One
look at Angela was enough to turn the trick for Jack. After two years
of slogging through jungles, dodging ambushes, the lovely Technicolor
reality of this innocent young coed was enough to guide Cupid’s arrow
right through the center of his heart. At first a little nervous around
the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon came to treasure
the seemingly mature guidance he gave her.

Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew
they were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed
Angela’s last natural psychological protection against the temptations
of lust.

One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass
behind the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes
and the dark. Jack had removed Angela’s brassiere, not for the first
time. However, in the past, this was about as far as it ever went, Jack
delighting his intended by nibbling and sucking at the ripely rounded
mounds that she so timidly exposed to him. Maybe it was the spring air,
maybe it was just time, but the whole thing got out of hand. A couple
of times before, Jack had got as far as to slip a finger inside the
elastic leg band of Angela’s panties, once even working it part way up
inside her incredibly tight little virginal opening. The first time
Angela had ever felt this happen had almost stunned her by the
intensity of the feelings awakened in her long-denied body, but, at the
same time, she became frightened and made Jack stop.

This time the delighted, if apprehensive, young virgin did not stop the
intruding finger, but, instead, writhed and moaned on the soft grass as
Jack wormed his middle finger higher and higher up inside her tight
cuntal depths, relaxing, stretching wide the reluctant opening. By the
time Jack was working her panties down over her feet, the wildly
aroused young coed was past knowing what was happening, and didn’t
notice Jack pulling down his pants to release his already erect cock-
shaft. Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight, and the
delicious stroking of her eager young cunt changed into incredible
pain. Looking up suddenly, the terrified virgin saw Jack’s manly form
hovering over her, his hips pressed tightly into her own agonized
loins. Some last bit of control kept the young woman from screaming out
into the night as Jack’s mighty rod of lust-driven male flesh tore
through her fragile hymen, searing her loins with agony. Mercifully, it
was short, and the excited Jack was cumming after several long hard
stabs up into the virgin depths below, engulfing her no longer virginal
cunt with the first hot flood of sperm she had ever known.

Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather,
what she had let happen to her. Vowing to never again become involved
in such an obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined
to discover herself, just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled
below a panting and thrusting Jack. The dam had been breached! Angela
had launched on her sexual life as a mature woman whether she knew it
or not. But, still the young woman held on to her beliefs, convincing
herself that this was different, even if still somehow sinful. After
all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and, being influenced by
some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the eager young girl
said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a marriage
certificate could never make her love for her man any righter than it
was just now. But that’s as far as it went. Never would the young coed
have even let the thought enter her mind of sleeping with another man,
one not intended her by God.

Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty. The second time
she made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt
kind of good. For the next two or three weeks,
Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her, gaining warm satisfaction
out of the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the act, and a few
sensitive tickles for herself. But then one day, after Jack had coaxed
her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela
had to slide up and down on her lover’s impaling cock, the young woman
had suddenly been stunned by an incredible sensation that burst
unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes opening wide in shock,
the young girl had let out a little yelp and jumped off Jack’s body,
his huge gleaming shaft slipping out of her cunt and rearing up like an
angry white cobra.

“Hey, what the …?” Jack exclaimed. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Angela said in confusion. “Something happened …
felt strange inside.” To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.

“You just had your first orgasm, silly,” he chuckled.

“Really?” Angela responded. A pleased little smile came over her face
and she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Jack said in mock sternness. “You may have had
your orgasm, but I haven’t had mine.” He pointed to his swollen penis
and ordered, “Now, get back up on there and don’t stop until you milk
it dry.”

Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so
nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own
second orgasm just as Jack began pumping Ms hot semen up into her ever
more receptive womb. In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring
lover, bringing Angela to orgasm time after time. But for some reason
it all changed after their marriage. For reasons that neither of the
young couple could put their finger on, Jack became more hasty, not
exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to hold back his orgasm until
his new wife had hers. In the nearly twelve months since they had been
married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just enough to
tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still the
raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.

All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife’s mind as she
lay in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down
her cheeks. She didn’t know how much longer she could fight the
powerful desires that coursed through her sensual young body, and, at
the same time, she hated herself for being the victim of these desires.
“Temptations of the flesh,” her parents had said, and she succumbed to
them like the most wanton scarlet woman. If only she could be satisfied
with her lot, Angela thought in despair. She loved her husband, and
they got along in all ways but this one, the one she couldn’t seem to
do without. Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at least
escaping the terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body
unfulfilled, had come to her. In despair, she put the thought from her
mind, but it came back on its own, seaming her that something would
have to be done soon, or she would lose her mind.

Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and
she lay stretched out beside her husband, a false picture of youth and
beauty and contentment.

Chapter 2

Jack Sims eased his car into the company parking lot, wincing as the
tires bounced roughly over a high spot in the pavement. Damn, I must
have got drunk last night, he thought, trying not to move his aching
head. Half remembered images of the party flickered through his mind,
but much more sharp were his recollections of that sexual debacle with
Angela after they got home.

What the hell was the matter with him? he asked himself bitterly. Two
years they had gone together, having no trouble making love, and now,
all of a sudden, this. Like most men, Jack hated to put the blame for
sexual inadequacy on himself, and had been looking for some time for a
way to lay at least some of it on his wife, and, little by little, he
was beginning to be successful, at least in his own mind. She just made
him feel so … so … tense. No wonder he couldn’t hold it back.

And maybe there was a little boredom in the whole thing, too. As a
young man, Jack had had a dizzying succession of women, but now, for
something like three years the only woman he’d slept with was Angela.
Not that she wasn’t worth sleeping with, he thought ruefully. Hell,
he’d never found a more beautiful woman, no one who turned on more in
bed. For just an instant, a faint thought flickered in the back of
Jack’s mind, a thought perhaps too close to the truth for him to really
let live long. Thinking of his wife’s passionate responses to his love-
making stirred up some old fear, a subtle feeling that somehow she was
threatening something in him, in his manhood, and, for a moment, Jack
knew he probably had the key, but then it was gone, pushed from his
memory by automatic mental defenses. And, besides that, having parked
the car, the young man was now entering the plant, and, once in the
plant, he tried never to let anything but work occupy his mind. He was
ambitious, and felt this was the right way to get ahead.

Jack had taken a degree in mechanical engineering and now worked in the
drafting office of a large successful corporation. The job wasn’t too
high paying, but plenty of other young men would have been happy to be
in his place, because the company promoted only from within its own
ranks and Jack knew that, if he stuck it out, before long he would be
working in the engineering department.

As soon as he sat down at his drafting table, the young up-and-comer
knew it was a mistake to go to parties the night before a work day. His
head swam and his belly shuddered as he forced himself to begin
working. But his determination paid off, because, by noon, his
immersion in his work had made him feel a lot better. Going to the
company cafeteria, Jack sat down next to one of his closest friends in
the plant, Harry Thompson, a man several years older, feeling a lot
better than he had a right to.

“Well, if it isn’t Al Jolson himself,” Harry said. Harry had also been
at the party last night.

“I was as bad as all that?” Jack asked ruefully.

“I didn’t think you were bad at all. I was far enough gone myself to
enjoy your little act. Too bad your wife broke it up, though.”

“Oh?” said Jack, honestly not remembering.

“Yeah, when you started to do the striptease,” and Harry started to
laugh boisterously, but then stopped and grimaced in pain. “Oh Christ,
my head,” he moaned. “Hey, what was Angela moaning about to my wife
last night, anyhow?”

“Angela?” Jack asked in alarm. Christ, if she had been yapping about
their bed problems to Myra Thompson, it would be all over town by
tonight. “Well, who knows,” he added quickly. “You know how women are
… or do you? I sure as hell don’t. Does any man?”

Jack was a little unhappy with himself that he was unable to keep the
exasperation out of his voice. That should be a dead giveaway to Harry
that he and Angela were having problems. But Harry just kept on chewing
his food, a thoughtful look coming over his big, good-natured face.

“How long you been married?” he finally asked.

“About a year,” Jack said cautiously, not knowing what Harry was
getting at.

“You know, I been married nearly ten,” Harry said, the words a little
muffled as he continued to eat. “Had some trouble with the wife the
first year or two. Tears, moods, the whole disaster. Took me a little
while to figure out the reason … lonely.”

“Huh?” Jack asked. Was that a crafty look he saw in Harry’s eyes?
Impossible. Harry didn’t have an ounce of craft in him.

“Yeh, lonely. You know, you got no kids, live out in the sticks, not
many people around. What’s the poor girl supposed to do, sit around
watching T.V. until you get home?” Harry seemed to be finished speaking
for the moment and turned his attention back to the sandwich he was
eating. Jack thought a moment. His problem with Angela was a lot deeper
than Harry knew, but maybe the old boy had something there.

“So what do I do then, Harry, move into a commune or something?”

“Hell no, why don’t you get her a pet, maybe a dog.”

There was a long silence while Jack thought. During the first part of
it, Harry kept on eating, but then he started to get nervous, as if he
were afraid Jack were losing interest in the subject. “Tell you what,”
Harry said abruptly, “I got a dog I can let you have. Beautiful German
shepherd. Well trained. Housebroken … the works.”

“A German shepherd!” Jack exclaimed in surprise, then a knowing look
came over his face. “Why you old bastard,” he said, “you engineered
this whole conversation. Admit it you just want to get rid of a dog!”

“Oh, come on now, Jack. You really don’t think I’d …”

Then, looking contrite, he admitted, “Okay, okay, so I want to get rid
of a dog. You know damn well I live in an apartment, and can you figure
a German shepherd in an apartment? Look … you live out in the
suburbs, almost in the country. You got plenty of place for a big dog
to run out in those woods near your place. Besides, the dog’d be good
protection for Angela when you’re away. Can’t afford not to think of
that in this day and age.”

“Sure, you old bastard. “What’d the dog do, chew up your slippers?”

“Hell no, best behaved dog I’ve ever seen.”

“Maybe he’s mean, then, you know how German shepherds can get.”

“Not a chance. That big clown’s the most lovable dog I ever met. Too
damn lovable,” Harry added in an odd bitter tone before going on,
“look, I’m trying to tell you. It’s not right to keep a big healthy dog
like that in an apartment. I’m going to have to give him to the pound
if I don’t find a home for him.”

“But why me?”

“Why not? Don’t you really think it’d be good for Angela to have a
dog?” Seeing the younger man weaken a little, Harry pushed on. “I’m not
asking for an oath in blood, but why don’t you just come out to the
house after work and have a look. If you don’t like him, that’s it. My
latest batch of home brew’s in, anyhow, and you’ve been bugging me for
a taste for weeks just come on out and have a look, that’s all I’m
asking.”

The desperate tone in Harry’s voice should have been enough to warn
Jack, but, by now, he really was beginning to wonder if having a dog
might not take Angela’s mind off their troubles. It might be worth a
look.

So, later that afternoon, after work, Jack found himself pulling up
Harry’s driveway, having followed him home. As he got out of the car,
Jack could hear a thunderous barking coming from the upstairs apartment
where Harry lived with his wife.

“Christ, you sure that’s a dog up there and not a lion?” Jack said
acidly.

“Well, like I told you, he’s big,” Harry answered, and then led the way
upstairs. The barking grew more and more excited as the two men neared
the apartment, and, for a moment, Jack became a little nervous as his
friend fumbled with the lock. Maybe the damn monster wouldn’t like him
and would tear off a leg. But his fears were groundless. As soon as the
door opened, a huge, beautifully marked German shepherd came bounding
out and began licking Harry’s hands ecstatically, joyously wagging his
massive tail and uttering little pleasure-filled whines.

“Okay, old buddy, I know how hard it is on you to be locked up here all
day,” Harry said, a trifle too loudly, as if the words were really
meant for Jack. Just then, the dog saw Jack and froze for a second, not
hostilely, but as if he had just seen some new sight that totally
captivated his interest. And then, with a graceful proud stride, the
big animal pranced over to Jack and began inquisitively sniffing his
clothes until satisfied and reached up and licked the newcomer’s hand
and then thrust his huge head up underneath it, forcing Jack’s hand up.

“Wants you to pet him,” Harry said, which was a relief to the younger
man, who didn’t know whether or not it might have signified the big
animal was about to take a chunk out of him. Gingerly he reached down
and scratched the dog behind the ears, and immediately the big German
shepherd sat back on his haunches, a half-foolish look of pleasure
coming over his face that made Jack laugh automatically.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” he said to Harry, “he’s friendly.”

“Yeh, he’s friendly all right,” Harry answered, that strange bitter
tone once again creeping into his voice. But his younger friend didn’t
notice, becoming captivated by the big animal, who was giving little
sighs of pleasure, eyes half closed, as Jack continued to stroke his
ears. “C’mon, let’s go on in,” Harry grunted. “Time for a little home
brew.”

Jack followed willingly enough. As soon as he stopped his rubbing, the
big dog looked up in comic regret, then got up and tagged along after
Jack, his massive beautiful head just inches from Jack’s leg. The young
man experienced a feeling of pleasure, having successfully made friends
with this powerful handsome creature. Just the idea of having this
great dog walking along docilely at his side gave him a feeling of
virile mastery — man the hunter with his savage and loyal companion.
Already he was beginning to like the idea of owning the handsome
animal.

“Well, here’s the latest batch, and not a bad one,” Harry was saying as
he reached into the refrigerator to pull out an unlabeled quart beer
bottle, filled with some slightly cloudy liquid. Stepping over to the
sink he pried off the cap. There was a loud pop and a sinister tendril
of blue smoke curled out of the opening. Very, very carefully Harry
poured part of the contents into two glasses, trying to keep the cloudy
sediment from being stirred up. He handed Jack one of the glasses.
“Here’s looking at ya,” he said and took a long drink. Jack followed
suit, choking a moment as the strong beer flowed down his throat, but
after the first bite he realized Harry had indeed brought in a good
batch this time.

By the time the two men had killed the first bottle they were both a
little tipsy. The stuff wasn’t only good, but it was loaded with high
test rocket fuel, Jack thought foggily to himself. By now the whole
world looked rosy.

“So what if I take this dog and it doesn’t work out?” he asked his co-
worker, slightly slurring his words. “Can I bring him back?”

“Sure, sure,” Harry answered glibly. “Here, have another glass.”

“Oh-ho, trying to get me drunk. Never saw you so ready to part with
your home brew. You must really want to get rid of that dog.” Getting
no answer, the young man thought a moment and then went on. “Only one
thing bothers me, really. What if the dog doesn’t like Angela?”

For a moment, Jack thought Harry was going to choke on his beer. After
a few strangled gasps Harry was finally able to say, “Oh don’t you
worry about that, he loves women, just loves women!”

Peering fuzzily down into the cloudy depths of his beer, the younger
man thought a moment longer. “Okay, Harry, I’ll take the dog. But if it
doesn’t work out, I want you to know he’s coming light back here.
Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Harry answered, nodding solemnly, as if they had just
concluded an international peace treaty. “By the way, his name is
Hans.” The big dog looked up alertly as he heard his name, wondering
why the two men were staring so intently at him.

“Well, Jack said draining his glass. “Might as well be getting on my
way while I can still drive. If I can walk to the car, that is. By the
way, where’s your wife, out shopping?”

“No,” Harry answered, a sudden shifty look coming into his eyes. “She’s
off visiting her mother. Left this morning.”

“Hey,” Jack said, sudden enlightenment coming over him. “You wouldn’t
be trying to get rid of the dog while she’s away and doesn’t know what
you’re doing, would you? Hell, I don’t want to buy a bag of trouble
with Myra.”

“Since when have you worried what Myra thought?” Harry shot back,
becoming a little desperate. “We just made a deal, didn’t we?”

“Okay, old buddy, don’t get all steamed up. I’ll stand by my word. I
just want to know all the facts before I do something.” The truth was,
the younger man had become a little more fond of the idea of owning the
big beautiful German shepherd with each additional glass of beer.
Already he was wondering how Angela would react when he got home with
the animal. “How do I get this big brute out to the car?” he asked.

“Nothing to it. C’mon, Hans,” Harry ordered, and led the way out of the
apartment, the dog following eagerly.

“Seems pretty trusting,” Jack said.

“Loves to tide in cars,” Harry answered. And sure enough, when the
three of them arrived next to Jack’s car, Harry opened the back door
and Hans quickly jumped in to perch on the back seat, his head nearly
scraping the roof. Jack slid in nervously and started the motor.

“Well, wish me luck,” he said to Harry, and drove out into the street.
When Hans saw that Harry wasn’t coming with them, he turned around on
the seat to look out the back window as his former master faded away
into the distance and whined excitedly.

“For Christ’s sake, cut that out,” Jack said nervously. “You make me
feel like a slave dealer.” Hans soon stopped whining, but, all the way
out to the suburbs, the big dog lay on the back seat, his head half
hidden between his paws, looking like a lost orphan. Jack felt lucky
that the dog’s confusion and fear didn’t take a more dangerous trend.

By the time he pulled up in his own driveway, the slowly sobering Jack
was beginning to feel the whole thing was a stupid mistake, one that,
for some unknown reason, his old friend Harry had conned him into. The
way the dog looked now, the first thing he would do was run away, As
the car came to a stop, the front door opened and Angela came out.

“I’m glad you’re home,” she called. “I was getting a little worried.
Where’ve you been?”

By now Jack had gotten out of the car, and, throwing open the back
door, he said, “Not wanting us to have to go through all that nine-
month pregnancy stuff, I went out and got us a dependent.” At first,
his wife didn’t know what he was talking about, and then she saw Hans
in the back seat and her eyes widened in surprise. Hans saw her at the
same time, and the sudden transformation in the animal was incredible.
From sheer dejection, his mood changed to one of utter joy. Girl and
dog stared at one another for several seconds and then the big animal
bounded out of the car and, placing his paws up on Angela’s shoulders,
kissed her face with his long pink tongue.

“Why Jack,” she said in delight. “Where did you get this beautiful
dog?” There was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice, and, all at
once, her husband started to feel better. Maybe old Harry had something
after all.

“Like I said, this is out new dependent, someone to keep you company
when the old man’s off at the salt mines.”

“Oh Jack,” Angela beamed, “how wonderful. You mean we can really keep
him?” Jack knew he was home free. There wasn’t much more he needed to
say as his wife and new dog got to know one another. There was one
little incident. Hans placed his nose hard up between Angela’s legs,
pushing her skirt right up into the “vee” between her thighs, sniffing
and nuzzling, and he didn’t seem about to quit. “Naughty dog,” Angela
scolded, but for a moment it didn’t seem to do much good. Finally Jack
had to come up and pull the dog back by the collar.

Looking down at the obviously confused animal, Jack said, “If that
isn’t like Harry — teaching the dog his own bad habits. But we’ll
have him all nice and trained and polite in no time.”

If he had only known.

Chapter 3

Several days later Angela Sims was out in the yard hanging out the
wash. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, with an
exhilarating breeze. The lovely young blonde cast a fond look to where
Hans lay sleeping in the shade of the fence, acting for all the world
like this had been his home all his life.

The young housewife felt that somehow the dog had enriched her life and
was grateful that Jack had brought him home. Once Jack had sobered up,
he had told her all about Harry’s rather strange behavior. There was no
doubt in either of their minds that there was something about the
handsome German shepherd that had caused Harry to try everything he
knew to get rid of the big animal. But, whatever it was, neither Jack
nor Angela was able to tell, not from the animal’s behavior, at least.
He was the perfect pet — friendly, intelligent, seemingly well-
trained, and, at the same time, selectively protective of the house and
particularly his new mistress. A good all-around dog. Aside from the
expense of feeding the huge animal, the young couple could find nothing
wrong with him. Harry was no help. Every time Jack started to mention
Hans at work, Harry would immediately change the subject.

Not that Angela cared. She loved Hans now, and that was all that
mattered. While the animal’s presence had hardly cleared up her sexual
difficulties with Jack, it at least gave her another companion to share
her otherwise lonely days with.

And Hans seemed happy with the change. The big dog obviously enjoyed
the freedom available to him at his new home and spent long hours
running in the fields and woods. The Sims didn’t exactly live in the
suburbs as Harry had put it, but instead out in an unincorporated part
of the county that was fast becoming a suburb. Just a couple of years
ago this had been farmland, and even now there were still a couple of
small agricultural operations in the area. But, with the approach of
the city, the land had become too valuable to farm, and a few of the
smaller developers had put up small tracts of homes, not tracts
exactly, but modern tract-type houses scattered in little clumps of
twos and threes over the rolling land. The Sims lived in a house like
this, modern, inexpensive, yet comfortable. Their house nestled right
under the brow of a wooded hill that was all theirs and the only other
house near was several hundred yards down the narrow winding road. The
young couple realized this situation couldn’t last much longer, and
that soon they would be in the middle of a vast housing tract, but they
wanted to enjoy it while they could, knowing that eventually they could
sell out at a considerable profit and move elsewhere,

Angela looked up from struggling with a recalcitrant sheet fluttering
in the breeze to see her only neighbor walking down the road towards
the house. As usual, Angela experienced sharply conflicting emotions as
she saw Sylvia Bennett’s graceful figure approach. Was Sylvia Bennett a
widow or a divorcee? She never seemed to give a definite answer to the
question. A tall, elegant, undeniably beautiful brunette of twenty-
seven or eight, Sylvia for some reason had chosen to live out here in
the semi-open spaces all by herself, occupying much the same type of
house that the Sims had. But Angela knew that Sylvia’s loneliness was
frequently broken by night-time male visitors whose cars usually
remained parked in her driveway until the next morning.

Angela was genuinely fond of Sylvia, being able to sense the older
woman’s innate kindness and warm friendly nature. But, at the same
time, Sylvia was unabashedly sex-oriented and her conversations often
had the more innocent younger girl blushing in embarrassment at the wry
manner in which she talked about her love fife and the various men she
had known. There was also a certain electricity in the air when Sylvia
was present that unnerved Angela, but maybe that had to do with sex.
Even a simple act like bending down to pick up something assumed an air
of sexual provocation when performed by Sylvia. While not as full-
breasted or lushly curved as Angela, the taller and older woman had a
lithe sinuousness to her elegantly shaped body that cried out a promise
of sensuality. In a lovely face framed by a rich cascade of thick
chestnut hair, Sylvia’s eyes only added to her allure. Large and dark,
slanted upward a little at the outside corners, they had been most
aptly described by Jack as “bedroom eyes.” If Angela had been a little
less innocent and trusting, she wouldn’t have permitted her husband
anywhere near her dark-haired neighbor, for not only did Sylvia like
handsome young men, but she was not bothered by the normal scruples
about the sanctity of the matrimonial bond. As it was, Jack had only
met her a few times, but Angela had been surprised by her usually
garrulous husband’s inability to hold up his end of the conversation in
Sylvia’s company. The ingenuous young wife was totally unaware of the
powerful stirrings that went on in her husband’s loins every time he
saw his lovely and so obviously available neighbor.

“Hi honey,” Sylvia sang out when she was within speaking distance.
“How’s the house slave?” Sylvia never seemed to do anything around her
house, having contempt for all drudgery, yet her place was always clean
and well cared for.

“Just thought I’d take advantage of the weather to do a little
washing,” Angela said, already flustered.

“You know, if you played your cards right, hubby might pay for his
bedtime privileges with a nice new clothes dryer.”

“Oh Sylvia, that’s not fair,” Angela answered, blushing a little. “Jack
works hard but, just doesn’t make enough money for something like that
yet.”

“Sorry honey, just my usual female chauvinist piggishness,” Sylvia said
blithely. “Oh, what’s this?” she asked in surprise as she saw Hans. “So
this is where that beautiful animal comes from that’s been running in
the woods the last couple of days.”

“Jack got me the dog to keep me happy until he can get me a dryer,”
Angela said, half in revenge, wanting to vindicate her husband.

“Score one for good old Jack,” Sylvia said, a little too familiarly for
Angela’s taste. “What’s his name?”

“Hans,” the young wife answered, and, as soon as he heard his name, the
big dog got to his feet. He had heard Sylvia approaching but had been
too drowsy and lazy to do anything dog-like about it. But now he saw
Sylvia’s lovely head over the top of the fence and became suddenly
interested.

“My-my, look at all that equipment he’s carrying around under his
belly,” Sylvia said lewdly. “There’s going to be a lot of happy female
dogs in the neighborhood.” Angela blushed beet red, and, despite
herself, her eyes dropped to the heavy furry sheath that dangled
beneath Hans. Even the young housewife had to admit that Hans had a lot
of “equipment.” She desperately wanted to change to a less embarrassing
subject but, as always, seemed at a loss for words in Sylvia’s company.
Sylvia came to her rescue.

“What I wandered over this way for was to see if you and your charming
husband would like to come over some night soon and keep the poor
lonely old neighbor lady company. That grateful old lady will cook up a
big pot of curry if you do. And now maybe I should extend the
invitation to include Hans … That’s strange, where did he go?”

Unnoticed by the two women, Hans had padded silently over the grass and
out the gate, coming up on Sylvia from behind. The first indication the
lovely brunette had of his presence was when she felt his cool damp
nose slide up the inside of her naked thigh under her dress. For just a
second Sylvia’s features lost their cool sardonic control and she
looked like a startled child.

Despite herself Angela could not suppress a laugh. “That’s his only bad
habit,” she said, but then, to her embarrassment, she saw that Sylvia
was making no overt moves to discourage the big animal who continued to
sniff higher and higher up under her dress.

“What’s the matter, big boy,” she said, looking back over her shoulder
at the dog. “You smell a pussy … cat?

“Hans!” Angela barked sharply as she realized that, for some reason,
she was becoming more upset than she should. It was just that Sylvia
could be so … lewd. As soon as he heard the sharp tone in his
mistress’ voice, Hans looked up sheepishly, drawing his nose out from
under Sylvia’s skirt.

“Oh, come on, boys will be boys,” Sylvia said languidly. But I must
say, I haven’t had that quick a pass thrown at me since the night that
New York actor stuck his hand … but never mind. Anyhow, I have to go
back to my little house and get ready for a trip into the city. Time to
recharge my libidinal batteries. After you talk to Jack you will let me
know what night you can come over, won’t you?”

“Sure, Sylvia.” Angela was beginning to feel a little foolish over the
way she had let her dog’s innocent action work her up. After a few more
pleasantries, Sylvia started back down the road toward her house, which
was just out of sight around a bend. Angela watched her go for a
minute, as usual a little envious of her older friend and neighbor’s
seductive pantherish walk.

Angela wasn’t the only one watching. Hans stood in the road outside the
fence, ears alertly cocked forward, all his senses locked on his new
acquaintance. There was something in Sylvia’s manner that powerfully
drew the animal to her. For a moment he seemed about to follow, but
something warned him that, for some reason, his mistress would not
approve, so he went back to he down once again in his favorite spot.
However, it was a long time before the dog was able to settle down once
again. He turned and fidgeted and sighed until finally he had found a
position that pleased him.

* * *

The next day, on one of his regular runs in the cool whispering woods,
the dog found himself not far away from Sylvia’s house. He didn’t
actually think of it as Sylvia’s house, but that was the direction in
which she had gone yesterday. And then he saw her head and shoulders
above the fence as she walked through her backyard. For a moment the
big German shepherd stood stock still in intense concentration. Then,
loping forward, he quickly approached the house. The gate to the
backyard was slightly ajar, so Hans pushed it open with his nose and
cautiously stepped aside, stopping once again as he saw Sylvia several
yards away.

The dark-haired beauty was on the grass now, sunbathing on a large
beach towel, wearing only her bikini bottoms, the discarded top lying
nearby. Silently the big dog stared at the lovely woman lying half-
naked only a few yards away, her tanned flesh shining softly in the
warm sunlight. Sylvia seemed to sense his presence and looked around,
starting a little when she saw him.

“Oh, Hans. You are a wild one, sneaking up on me like that.” Sylvia’s
soft throaty reassuring voice encouraged the big animal to come nearer
and he stopped right next to Sylvia as she rose half up on her elbows,
then reached up with one hand to rub his head. The motion of her arm
made her taut full breast move sensuously and catch the dog’s
attention. Without hesitation, Hans lowered his huge beautiful head and
then his long thick tongue shot out to lick hotly over the ruby-tipped
mound so near.

“Ahhh,” Sylvia gasped involuntarily as that thick wet tongue sent
little shivers running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making her
nipples rise into hard little buds of desire. Without thinking, the
dark-haired woman pushed Hans’s head away. “Hey, Romeo, give a little
warning, huh?” she said. Hans backed away a moment, momentarily
discouraged by the stern tone of Sylvia’s words. But he began to whine
excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle that moved him nearer
and nearer to the lovely taut-nippled breast he had already tasted.
Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd licked out once
again, laving his moist tongue over the same breast, and then turned
his attention to the other one. When Sylvia crossed her hands over her
breasts to fend off the big dog, Hans snuffled a hot trail down over
her smooth belly and then began to sniff excitedly at Sylvia’s skimpy
bikini-bottoms, letting his nose slide all over the stunned woman’s
scantily covered loins.

“Hey, what kind of dog are you, anyway?” Sylvia said, half in alarm,
half in awe. She was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog’s
persistent attentions. For a moment Hans stepped back, stymied, whining
eagerly and staring with unmistakable hunger at the almost naked female
body before him. A slow look of comprehension began to come over
Sylvia’s face.

“Well, I’ll be damned …” she started. Just this morning she had once
again talked to Angela, who had told her about the strange conditions
under which they had gotten Hans. Suddenly Sylvia knew what that
mysterious defect was in Hans’s character that had made Harry so
desperate to get rid of him.

The huge German shepherd was sexually attracted to women!

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Sylvia said again. Wait till she told Angela.
Oh, what a riot. No wonder Harry had been so anxious to get rid of the
dog. That was the last thing a man needed in his house — an
adulterous pet! Already the lovely brunette was beginning to savor the
shocked look that would come over her innocent neighbor’s face when she
told her about the dog … but then suddenly a cold calculating look
came over Sylvia’s own features. Maybe this required a little further
thought; no sense in being hasty and maybe regretting later that she
had let the cat out of the bag.

“You sure are a handsome bastard,” she said to the clearly excited dog.
“And you sure can lick a tit.” Slowly an incredibly lewd idea was
taking possession of the lovely brunette, one of the most lewd she
could ever remember having, and that was saying a lot. While Sylvia was
at heart a warm friendly person, she had never let her good nature get
in the way of her truly phenomenal desire for new sexual experience.
Only once had she made a mistake in this area when she was very young.
Mistaking her precocious sexual attachment for romantic love, she had
married an older man when she was only eighteen. In many ways that
marriage had been a disaster. Her husband was a gambler and a heavy
drinker, but he was also a good match for Sylvia’s ever growing
physical hungers, giving her an education in sexual license that had
shaped her whole subsequent life. After her husband had been killed
driving while drunk, the young widow had continued her licentious
training with a staggering succession of men, more than she could
possibly remember. Right up to this moment Sylvia hadn’t believed that
there was one sexual perversion she had not tried, but now, looking up
at Hans, she knew she was going to have a hell of an interesting
afternoon.

Half closing her lustrous dark eyes, the sensual widow lay back on the
beach towel, letting her arms move down to her sides. Then pressing
them in, she squeezed her sleek breasts together, making them peak up
together like miniature pink-capped mountains.

“Okay, Tiger,” she crooned up to the dog, “lick ‘em.” She didn’t have
to say it again. Hans moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let
his cold nose thrust inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut
white mounds, and then once again his massive tongue shot out, licking
wetly over the soft resilient flesh below.

“Ooooohhh,” Sylvia breathed out blissfully. “What a tongue … what a
wonderful tongue. Where has that tongue been all my life?”

She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward,
moving them in little circles, trying to help Hans’s big tongue as it
trailed hotly over her palpitating flesh. “Oh, lover, lick, lick hard,
make my tits hurt,” Sylvia moaned. Her legs were slowly writhing, her
heels digging into the soft grass as Hans licked on. Closing her eyes,
letting her head roll aimlessly back and forth, the panting young widow
let an army of fantasies invade her mind. For long moments she imagined
vast hordes of men crowded around her, each one straining forward to
slide his hot grasping mouth over her shivering nipples. But then she
suddenly realized she didn’t need fantasy. What thought could be more
lewd or exciting than the reality of her neighbor’s German shepherd
standing over her, his huge tongue dipping into her soft breasts,
driving her to a frenzy.

Reaching up, Sylvia gently took Hans’s head in her hands and began to
guide his muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple,
then the other, then underneath to stroke up and over onto the pebble-
hard sensitiveness of the tips. With each hot burning swipe of that
pleasure-giving animal tongue, Sylvia could feel an answering spasm
deep down between her legs as the wildly erotic sensations radiated
outward from her tortured breasts to pluck maddeningly at her hungry
loins. She could feel the hot juices building up inside her vaginal
slit, beginning to soak the narrow thick crotch-band of her bikini
bottoms.

The hot secretions bubbling deep inside Sylvia’s still covered vagina
began to become apparent to Hans too. A heavy, rich, musky smell began
to permeate his sensitive nostrils, further exciting the eagerly
licking animal. For a moment he was unable to tear his attention away
from the softly quivering breasts beneath his lashing tongue as Sylvia
held his head down tight against their trembling curves. The lovely
brunette was half-mad with passion now, writhing and moaning on the
sun-warmed grass below the eagerly licking dog, little choked gasps
escaping through her clenched teeth. It might have gone on endlessly,
but, finally, the heady seductive odors wafting up from under those
tiny bikini bottoms proved too much for the big German shepherd.

With a whine of exasperation, Hans pulled his head away from Sylvia’s
grasp and began to nose at the moaning woman’s partially covered loins.
Desperately the excited shepherd licked at the wispy piece of cloth,
trying to get at the maddening essences beneath, his huge tongue
spilling over and rasping across the tender flesh in the hollows of
Sylvia’s loins.

To the sensually writhing brunette, this proved even more exciting.
Rolling her nipples harshly between her own fingertips, the moaning
young widow ground her hips down into the grass, tantalized almost
beyond endurance by the long pink animal tongue licking over and around
her screaming pussy depths, fended off by her single remaining garment.
For just one second Hans nosed aside the tight cloth, his nose pressing
into the softly curled pubic hair, but the material slid back fast to
block his access to her sweet-smelling cuntal depths.

“Oh God,” she moaned, reaching down to slide her fingers under the
offending material. She was just starting to work it down over her hips
when she suddenly realized where she was — right out in the open air
on a bright sunny day. Not one to be prudish, the gasping Sylvia
decided nevertheless that perhaps it might be a little wiser if she and
Hans went inside.

Staggering to her feet, the raggedly breathing brunette started towards
the sliding glass doors just a few yards away, not even trying to cover
her nakedly swaying breasts as she came above fence level.

“Come on Hans,” she called needlessly. Hans would have followed her
through a pack of cats. For a moment, the lovely half-naked woman stood
in the middle of the living room, not knowing quite what to do. There
was a large fur rug at one end of the room, and, after a moment’s
hesitation, Sylvia headed for it.

Standing right in the middle of the thick white fur, the still-
trembling brunette once again hooked her thumbs in the elasticized
waistband of her bikini bottoms and pulled down, all the way down to
her ankles, bending over gracefully as she did so. With one kick the
bikini flew across the room and Sylvia stood up, completely naked, her
lovely sleek body a seamless curve, its perfection highlighted by the
twin rosy peaks that capped her breasts and the rich dark curls that
punctuated her smoothly swelling hips. Brown was her color, from the
rich cream of her skin to the lustrous thick cloud of hair that spilled
down over her slender shoulders, making a perfect frame for her dark
beckoning eyes.

“Come here Hans,” she said again, her voice husky. She stood waiting as
the big dog came nearer, then, slowly sinking to her knees on the white
fur rug, the lovely naked woman took the dog’s massive head in her
hands. He licked her face for a moment, then once again darted his
tongue out to her firm-pointed breasts, but Sylvia pushed him away for
a moment and lay down full length on the rug, her lovely coloring
warming the fleecy white fur. Drawing up her legs so that her knees
were slightly bent, Sylvia let her thighs fall wantonly open, baring
the passion-drenched slit nestled high up between her long graceful
legs. Reaching down, the excited woman slowly pulled apart her pussy
lips with her fingers, exposing the glistening pink flesh within.

“Lick it, Hans,” she begged. “Lick my pussy like you licked my
breasts.”

Would he do it? she wondered. Would he thrust his powerful tongue up
into her hot cunt the way he had let it lash into her breasts? Hardly
daring to breathe, the panting woman watched that big head move closer
to her defenselessly naked genitals. For a long moment, Hans just
stared at the hot moist feast spread out below, then his nose thrust
forward inquisitively, sliding up the tender flesh of Sylvia’s inner
thigh.

“Oh!” she gasped out from the sudden shock of that cold dampness
against her naked flesh. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out
in tortured frustration as the nose swept lightly over her pussy hair,
barely touching the needing cunt lips below. Oh, God, she thought to
herself, she needed more, much more if she were not going to go
completely out of her mind. Then suddenly without warning Hans’s tongue
shot out to dart lizard-like in between her waiting pussy-flesh,
splaying out wetly over her soft pubic mound, digging insistently
between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a line of fiery bliss
into the moist inner pinkness.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh,” Sylvia half sobbed, her lovely body spasming into an
arched curve as the first wild shock of that invading tongue rocketed
through her waiting body. “Aaaahhhhh … aaaaahhhhhh,” she continued to
moan as time and time again that mighty tongue licked out, sliding
wetly the full length of her palpitating little pussy slit, starting at
her tiny anus puckered below, and trailing up over her clenched vaginal
opening to finally end with a nerve-shattering swipe over her erect and
painfully-throbbing clitoral bud. Again and again Hans licked at her
glistening wet nakedness, driving the sex-maddened woman to heights of
passion she had never known before.

“Aaaahhhh … God … why haven’t I ever done this before?” Sylvia
moaned. “If I’d only known … only known.” Her softly flexing thighs
spread mindlessly apart to open her burning cunt wider to the slavering
animal, but that was not enough. Drawing up her knees so that they
pressed tightly against her breasts, the young widow rolled herself
into a quivering ball of primordial lust. At the same time she reached
desperately down and taking Hans’s head, pulled it hard against her
screaming convulsing loins, wanting his tongue to plunge deep, deep up
inside her burning pussy.

But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the
fascinated Hans was presented with a new target: Sylvia’s tightly
pursed little anus. Licking lower, the big animal began to torture the
rubbery opening, even managing once to dig his tongue slightly inside.
His helpless victim went nearly insane with this obscene new assault,
her whole body jerking and lunging on the rug while choking gasps of
sexual need bubbled up from deep in her chest. Bit by bit her delirious
ravings fell into a rhythmic chant, keeping time to the dog’s depraved
lickings up between her wide-split crack.

“Oooooh, ooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh,” she moaned. “Keep licking …
licking … it feels so good … make me cum, going to cum … oh,
faster, harder.”

Eagerly the big dog licked into the aromatic feast below, his senses
filled with the rich taste and smell and sight of this nakedly aroused
human. Little by little a fierce burning was growing in the animal’s
own loins, brought to life by the writhing woman who begged and pleaded
under him, half-buried in the sensuous silkiness of the white fur rug.
Harder and harder the big animal stroked his tongue into the sex-
slippery cunt so shamelessly offered up to him, at the same time
growing ever more excited himself.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes … that’ll do it … that’ll make Momma cum. Keep
it up. Just another second or two …” The dark-haired beauty was
moaning and twisting in completely abandoned lust, feeling a wild
pressure building, building far up inside her belly, stroked into life
by Hans’s lust-firing tongue. Fifteen years of orgasms, ever since she
had first entered puberty, her whole lifetime of sexual experience told
her she was about to cum, was about to cum like she had never cum
before. Powerful spasms began to seize her helpless body and she was
letting herself go with it when — suddenly to her horror she felt
Hans’s head wrenched from her grasp and her quaking cuntal flesh knew a
terrible absence.

The shocked young woman raised her head questioningly to see what had
robbed her of her orgasm. “W-What’s the matter, Hans?” she asked
pleadingly. The big animal was backing slowly away from her, a confused
look on his face. “Come on,” Sylvia begged, “come on back and do it to
Momma. Please, baby, just a little more, just a little more and I’ll
cum …”

And then she saw it — his cock! As the young widow stared wide-eyed
at the furry belly of the big German shepherd, she saw his huge penis
slowly emerging from its hairy protective sheath, long and scarlet,
needle-pointed and menacing. Longer and thicker it grew as the dog’s
excitement increased, until finally it stood out huge and rigid, a drop
of viscous seminal fluid gleaming jewel-like at the very tip, a
glistening promise of the animal’s potency.

“My God!” Sylvia breathed to herself. She’d seen a lot of cocks in her
life, but never anything to match this. It was so damn big! Sylvia
found herself wondering if a woman could take a thing like that inside
her without being split apart. But the most fascinating thing about the
mighty organ bared to her gaze was its obscene scarlet coloring,
growing out of the dog’s pale-furred belly like the stalk of some lewd
plant. And that cock was meant for her: She knew it, Hans had become
aroused while licking her pussy and now it looked as if he wanted to
use that huge weapon on her!

This was much more than the adventurous brunette had bargained for.
Sure, she thought to herself, it was a daring new experiment to let the
handsome brute lick her cunt, but now this! No, it was just too totally
depraved! But at the same time, Sylvia’s aroused pussy was clamoring
for more attention, something to push her over the edge into her
orgasm. “Hans, baby,” she whimpered, her mind in a turmoil. God, what a
beautiful cock. “How would it feel driving hard up inside her belly?”
she wondered. Wider and wider the young widow’s eyes grew as she stared
at that mighty obscene shaft dangling and dripping just a few feet away
from her, crazy images beginning to flicker through her mind of that
hairy body possessing hers, locked to her in totally depraved embrace.
Just then the German shepherd whimpered pleadingly, and that did it.
Hans wanted her — his need was as great as hers!

With a little moan of surrender the sultry brunette rolled over onto
her hands and knees, her full rounded buttocks swaying provocatively
before the big animal’s hungry gaze.

“Oh, fuck me, baby,” Sylvia moaned back over her shoulder. “Fuck me
with your big beautiful animal cock.” Staring in trembling
anticipation, Sylvia watched Hans move hesitantly forward, approaching
her lewdly offered ass-cheeks. Once again that cool nose slid between
her naked thighs, checking, checking. Would he do it? Did he know what
she meant? Suddenly the last coherent thought was torn from the
crouching woman’s mind as Hans licked out with his tongue, splaying it
through the pinkly quivering slit that waited before him, digging deep,
deep this time up into Sylvia’s wetly flowering vagina, preparing the
way for his ultimate penetration.

Sylvia’s breath caught in her throat and she no longer thought of the
right or wrong of what she was doing. That wonderful tongue had once
again captured her, making her the dog’s willing slave. Dropping down
on her elbows, her head pillowed on her arms, the moaning gasping woman
knelt in abject depravity before the licking slavering animal, aware
only of the raging need flaring out of control deep up between her
thighs. On and on the dog licked, six, eight, ten times, she never
knew. Then suddenly she felt his paws on her back, his strong hairy
forelegs locking around her tiny waist as the big dog easily mounted
her buttocks. She could feel his hind legs dancing in close, the first
touch of his hot swollen penis sliding over her trembling thighs. But
he was too low! Desperately the moaning Sylvia spread her knees apart,
opening her thighs wider to the dog’s advance, wanting that mighty
organ to pound up inside her frantically convulsing vagina. Slipping
and dancing, the sharp tip slid tantalizingly over her swollen cunt
lips, searching for its hot humid goal, but women are built differently
than female dogs and the big German shepherd seemed to be having
trouble finding his way.

Sobbing desperately, Sylvia shifted her buttocks from side to side,
trying to trap Hans’s penis with her hungrily nibbling pussy, but it
was no use. Once, the tapered tip caught at the entrance to her rectum
and tried to enter, but in instinctive fear Sylvia twisted away from
the unwanted impalement.

Looking to the side, Sylvia could see what an obscene picture they made
in the full length mirror across the room. The mirror was a little
behind her and she could not help noticing the lewd contrast of the
dog’s bright scarlet cock against her own fever-pink pussy-lips that so
desperately wanted to be invaded.

Hans hunched in a little closer and this time his blindly thrusting
cock slid underneath to rub maddeningly up and down inside the young
woman’s hot wet cuntal slit, the whole top side of his massive red
shaft swallowed up by her rich brown pussy hair.

“Oh God,” Sylvia cried out in frustration as that powerful instrument
teased the full length of her warmly secreting pussy, torturing her
already aroused clitoris to a new and painful hardness. ‘This was
driving her mad!’ she thought to herself, and sobbing in frustration,
the panting young brunette reached back under her body to take Hans’s
penis in her cool fingers, guiding it firmly up towards her waiting
vagina. Hans whined as he felt the pressure around his throbbing member
but he let her guide it right up to the passion-drenched entrance to
her vagina.

“Fuck me now, baby … fuck me hard!” Sylvia begged, and Hans did.

Sensing he was now at his long goal, the huge dog only did what nature
demanded. He fucked forward! He surged ahead on his powerful legs,
driving his gleaming scarlet shaft like a relentless spear deep up into
the softly waiting depths before him, never stopping until his hairy
balls slapped hard against Sylvia’s aching clitoris. Then, as soon as
he knew he was all the way in, Hans began to fuck dog-style, driving
rapid machine-gun bursts up into Sylvia’s quailing pussy.

Sylvia’s eyes opened wide in shock as that first thundering thrust tore
all the way up into her pussy. She grunted, not knowing whether it hurt
or felt good but knowing it would take a little getting used to. Hans,
though, gave her no chance. Wham, wham, wham, he pounded into her
unprepared body, sinking a little deeper each time into her lust-
moistened cuntal flesh.

“Aaaaaaagggghhhhh,” Sylvia moaned in agony, her last inner defenses
crumbling before that cruel relentless attack. She tried to crawl
forward on the rug to escape the agony that threatened to tear her
loins wide open, but Hans danced along after her, his forelegs holding
tight to her waist. An angry growl came from his throat and she knew he
wasn’t about to let her go.

The adventurous widow had known a lot of cocks in her life, but never
before had she felt so filled, able to feel every inch of that huge
fleshy pole as it stretched her to the bursting point, digging to
depths no man had ever reached before. It was clear to Sylvia that she
was going to have to stick it out to suffer under this agonizing
impalement until Hans emptied his savage balls far up inside her
heaving belly, his passion finally spent. Searching for any way to ease
the terrible pain, the desperate young woman opened her thighs a little
wider, hoping to give Hans a straighter easier path up into her pussy,
at the same time trying to relax her vaginal muscles so that she might
open up more to his cruel instinctive thrusts. And it worked. Almost
immediately the pain eased as Sylvia stopped trying to fight the
irresistible probe sliding mercilessly up into her wide-stretched cunt.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh,” the young brunette moaned in relief, her features
softening. For long moments she crouched before the furiously humping
animal, content that the pain was lessening, and then, it began to feel
good. Little by little Sylvia’s eyes glazed over in a blind stare of
passionate acceptance as she crouched in helpless submission before her
animal lover. Without warning, almost as if they were acting on their
own, her hips began a mindless automatic motion back against the lewdly
invading dog-cock, first in little circles, then in hard jarring
thrusts straight back into Hans’s straining loins while she mewled and
moaned in lascivious pleasure.

Oh God, Sylvia thought. She’d really been missing out on a lot all
these years. What power and wild animal strength this big dog had as he
poured his molten flesh into her delighted body! Compared to some of
the tired and effete members of the intellectual cocktail crowd she had
slept with lately, Hans was a genuine fucking machine, pounding into
her with all the vigor of a lust-driven nineteen year old boy and the
strength of a tiger.

The well-filled widow tried to look back under her kneeling body to
watch that scarlet rod of dog-flesh pounding up into her twitching
cunt, but all she could see was Hans’s hairy balls swinging lewdly down
between her open legs, each sharp slap giving her additional jolts of
wild pleasure. Reaching back between her thighs with one hand, Sylvia
circled her fingers around Hans’s hot slippery penis as it flashed in
and out between her sensitively throbbing cunt lips, feeling it slide
far up her shuddering pussy. At the same time the lewdly excited woman
ground her knuckles gratifyingly into her own moist cuntal flesh,
savoring the meeting of her own genitals and the powerful dog’s.

Looking once more over toward the mirror, the sweating, panting,
moaning woman felt a rush of obscene pleasure wash over her as she
looked at the depraved picture they formed together: She, pale-skinned
and naked, and this madly humping animal, his long tongue lolling out
from between his fangs as he fucked her like the bitch she was. Just
the thought of the very forbiddenness of what she was doing added new
dimensions to the erotic signals radiating out from Sylvia’s plundered
cuntal depths. It was so … so … obscene, she thought in amazement
while the ever-growing pleasurely lust spread throughout her
shamelessly used body.

“Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh, oooohhhhhh,” she chanted out each time she moved
her buttocks back against Hans’s hard-driving loins. Never, never,
never had she felt so passionately involved in being fucked, the half-
crazed widow dimly realized, completely enraptured by the wonderful
animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. One last time she turned
to look at the mirror, fascinated by the sight of her own soft pink
inner flesh pulling out of her vagina with Hans’s cock on the out-
stroke, only to be pounding back up inside as he once again jerked
forward. Dazedly she faced back forward, lost in lust, her mind
wandering, the only reality in the world being that huge machine
thundering up into her eagerly accepting cunt. Cock, cock, cock. Cock
was all that mattered; that huge vicious dog-cock, that obscene scarlet
shaft, that incredible giver of pleasure.

Sensing his new friend’s arousal, Hans redoubled his efforts,
encouraged into new energy by the complete acceptance of the woman
before him, jolting her forward each time he thrust up into her hotly
clinging cunt. “Uuuuhhhhnnnn,” she grunted each time his powerful loins
thudded against her flexing ass-cheeks, his huge fleshy pole seeming to
penetrate up through her body until it felt as if it were going to
pierce clear up through her belly. Bracing herself as best she could,
Sylvia opened her thighs even wider, stretching her whole pubic area
wide until she thought she would split wide open, spreading herself to
a degree she had never before thought possible so that she could gain
the full benefit of the animal’s enormously enlarged shaft, reveling in
the feel of that heated rock-hardness smashing past her tender pussy
lips on its relentless journey up into her most secret depths.

The dark-haired beauty was slowly turning into a raving sex-starved
maniac, moaning and cursing and pleading with the slaving animal to
fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. Yes, yes, her orgasm was
almost here now, but she fought it off, wanting to make this last,
wanting to build up to a peak so high that it would take her forever to
come down from it.

“Fuck me, fuck me Hans! Fuck your big cock into me! Cum in me… cum in
me … fill me with your animal cum.”

The twitching, writhing, panting young woman was all but unrecognizable
now, her face distorted into a twisted but somehow oddly beautiful mask
of pure unadulterated lust. All her sexual fantasies were being
fulfilled — she was being used and degraded and enslaved beyond her
wildest imaginings. Strange forgotten masochistic emotions welled up
from her unconscious, making her flesh shiver with forbidden delights
while she let her mind dwell on the terrible nature of the act she was
performing. Never before had the sex act seemed more lust-filled, more
carnal to her as she made her body a willing receptacle for the
thrusting red penis of a brute animal who fucked into her as if she
were only another animal. Yes, her animal nature had triumphed today,
she thought dizzily as she humped before her furry lover like any
female beast of the jungle.

Driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Hans’s bails,
Sylvia reached back desperately with one hand in an attempt to soothe
the wonderful agony between her legs, the tip of her middle finger
pressing down hard on the swollen little nerve-button. That was the
final trigger her sex-flooded body needed, and the stunned young woman
suddenly felt as if a heavy fist had thudded into her stomach as all
her muscles contracted in a wild delightful spasm, her buttocks flexing
and hollowing as her clenching pussy began to suck and pull on Hans’s
throbbing cock.

“Aunnnnggggghhhhh!” she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her own
long-awaited orgasm. The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her
animal-lover’s blood-engorged cock swelling to greater and greater
dimensions under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking
vagina. Suddenly the dog’s searing animal cum began to jet far up into
her innermost depths, flooding her with that obscene warmth she knew so
well. The gasping brunette had a split second to think how different it
felt from a man’s orgasm mote like one long powerful squirt that seemed
to tunnel a molten path right through her quivering insides, and then
this last realization exploded her mind in a great flare of colored
lights as she started to cum all over again.

Hans held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long
moan of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated
canine testicles into her wildly gyrating body as she knelt before him
in unashamed depravity. Sylvia wailed and thrashed as she pressed her
hungrily milking mouth back against the spurting animal cock as if
afraid to let one precious drop of the lustful fluid escape. The thick
white liquid gushed out from around where her madly working cunt
clasped tight around Hans’s jerking member, running in sticky traits
down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the white fur rug below.

Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young
woman’s exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward
onto the sperm-soaked rug to lie in a sodden heap, Hans’s fast-
shrinking cock slipping wetly from her pussy with a soft lewd sucking
sound.

For long moments the panting woman lay still, her lovely face buried in
the big dog’s soft fur, trying desperately to regain her breath. Then
she became aware of a strange titillation against her buttocks, and
lifting her head to look in the mirror, she saw that Hans was slowly
licking their combined sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue
sliding over her ass-cheeks to dip obscenely down into her still oozing
cuntal slit, the big animal obviously savoring the exotic tastes of
spent passion.

Sylvia let her head drop wearily back down onto the rug as Hans’s
gentle lavings soothed the last dregs of sexual tension from her much-
used body. She opened her thighs as wide as possible to let his
cleansing tongue reach the very top of her aching slit, soothing rather
than exciting her this time, seeming to heal her ravished pussy-flesh.

At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully
beside her, his big head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks.
For nearly a half-hour they lay that way, relaxing, feeling the warmth
of one-another’s now so familiar bodies. Finally Sylvia rolled over and
sat up, patting the big animal affectionately on the head.

“You got a job for life, pal,” she said. “All the steak and doggy
biscuits you want.” And then she remembered that this new lover of hers
was not, after all, her dog, and for a moment she felt a hot wave of
jealousy flood through her, directed at her innocent neighbor, Angela
Sims. ‘What right did that up-tight little blonde bitch have to own a
marvelous fucking-machine like Hans anyway?’ she thought to herself.
But then reason came back. Strange, she thought, I know I’ve done
something that almost anyone else would consider horribly depraved, but
I don’t feel guilty at all. But then guilt had never been one of her
favorite possessions.

The temptation to just keep the dog was very strong, but it would never
work. Angela seemed genuinely attached to the handsome animal and would
want him back.

But so what? They were neighbors and Angela let the dog run free. She’d
never notice it if her pet started to spending an occasional afternoon
at the friendly old widow’s house down the road, would she? The only
trouble was, Sylvia wondered if an occasional afternoon would be enough
for her. Hell, she wanted that crazy cock every day if she could get
it.

And then a sudden fear leaped up in her mind. What if Angela, too,
found out the dog’s hidden talents and kept him all to herself? But she
immediately dismissed the thought. If Angela did find out, the little
prude’s first reaction would be to get rid of the depraved animal as
soon as possible. And that same little old widow-lady down the road
would be happy to take him off her horrified young hands. Yes, maybe
that would be best after all, Sylvia mused, but there certainly wasn’t
anything she could do to make it happen, other than see that Hans got
all the training and stimulation he could handle. Yes, she smiled to
herself, she’d get him so used to human cunt he’d never want to go back
to a female dog.

“Okay, handsome,” she said fondly to Hans. “Time to get up and go home.
We wouldn’t want your prim little mistress to get all upset and start
locking you up, would we.” It took a few moments for the still naked
Sylvia to coax the dog out the door, but finally he left, loping toward
the gate.

“So long, lover,” Sylvia called softly. “See you again soon.”

Chapter 4

Angela lay on her back in bed, eyes wide open, watching the bedroom
slowly turn light around her. A few minutes ago she had not been able
to see the chair over by the door, brut now it began to loom out of the
semi-darkness like the wreck of some old ship under water. Little
tendrils of soft light were sneaking around the edges of the window
curtains, spilling down onto the carpet, being soaked up in its dark
nap.

The young wife had been lying like this for several hours, ever since
about three in the morning, staring into the blackness around her,
unable to close her eyes. Sleep just wouldn’t come, no matter what
little tricks she tried, and she’d tried everything from counting sheep
to some simple yoga mental exercises she had once seen demonstrated on
television, but nothing helped. She just lay there growing tenser and
tenser. It would have been bad enough to the young woman if it were
just a matter of having drunk too much coffee the night before, or one
of a dozen other simple causes, but she knew what was really the
matter, why she couldn’t sleep, and the knowledge made her feel
ashamed.

She was horny. She wanted to be made love to.

Fat chance, the blonde housewife thought bitterly to herself. Jack lay
snoring next to her, lively as a log in a swamp, his big arms spread
out over the bed in complete relaxation. One of them periodically
flopped across her body as her husband changed position in his sleep
and Angela would then disgustedly push it away. It was hard for her to
tell for whom or what she felt the disgust, but she suspected it was as
much for herself as for anything. Once again her treacherous body was
dictating moods to her, forcing her mind into carnal channels where all
her training told her it didn’t belong. For the thousandth time the
tortured young woman asked herself what was the matter with her, and
for the thousandth time an angry fight went on in her mind — the more
modern, intelligent, well-educated part telling her that she was just
exhibiting the signs of normal, healthy physical needs, but the darker
part of her unconscious, spoiled by her parents’ fundamentalist
beliefs, painted her a picture of lust and guilt and hell-fire.

Sensing her husband stir next to her, Angela looked over hopefully to
see if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed. However, one of
his arms fell across her body once again, this time pressing heavily
down against her breasts. It was a warm night and both husband and wife
were sleeping naked. This didn’t happen too often, since each one of
the young couple were somewhat inhibited about nudity, but right now
Angela was glad she was naked because there was nothing between her
sensitive little nipples and that hairy arm but sensation. Despite
herself, the young blonde felt her body moving a little, working her
breasts up against the weight above, feeling little trickles of
pleasure seeping down into her body.

Angela must have moved a little too much, because Jack suddenly opened
his eyes, not really seeing anything, but starting to come awake.
Turning toward his wife, he pressed the front of his body close to
hers, letting his arm snuggle around her body, his legs bending forward
a little. Partly to hide her shame and partly because it was more
comfortable, Angela turned away from her husband, lying on her side
facing the same direction as he and automatically Jack snuggled up to
her, holding his young wife protectively in the curve of his body, one
hand unknowingly cupping her breast.

Oh, how Angela liked that, and at the same time was tortured almost
beyond endurance. His hand on her naked breast felt like fire and she
was terribly aware of the soft fleshiness of his penis pressing gently
into the sensitive hollow where her buttocks joined her upper thighs,
only an inch or two away from her already moist pussy. For several
minutes Angela lay still and rigid, then couldn’t keep her buttocks
from pressing back a little into her husband’s flaccid penis, delighted
to feel its soft hotness press a little farther up into that sensitive
crack. At the same time she ground her left breast — she was lying on
her left side — down against the hand that so unconsciously cupped
it. The young blonde wife was surprised to find that her breathing was
growing faster as she worked herself against her husband’s unknowing
body, tantalizing herself shamelessly.

‘My God, was his penis growing hard?’ she thought in wonder.

There seemed to be a stirring high up between her thighs and … yes
… pressure was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks,
unmistakably worming up toward her waiting cunt. Rapidly losing all
sense of caution, the desperate young woman pressed back harder against
her husband’s growing rigidity, all the time sliding her nipple lightly
around over the palm of his hand.

“W-What?” Jack said sleepily, raising up his head a little and looking
at the back of Angela’s head. She froze, cursing herself for her greed,
but for once she was in luck. Letting his head flop back down on the
pillow, Jack became slowly aware that he had an erection and that it
was shoved somewhere up between his wife’s ass-cheeks. Nor was he
oblivious to the pebble-hard little nipple digging into his palm.
Angela was a beautiful woman, and the young man fully realized it and
realized also that they were both naked, her warm sweet-smelling flesh
pressed sexilly tight against him. Also, Jack had been having an erotic
dream, perhaps brought on unknowingly by Angela’s pressure against his
loins, and all of a sudden he felt really turned on. Stretching his
head forward, he kissed Angela on the ear.

“Oh, Jack,” she moaned, and almost acting on its own volition, her
buttocks ground hungrily back against his still-growing member.

“Morning, honey,” Jack breathed into his wife’s ear and then began to
worm his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged
tip up toward the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead. In a second he
was burrowing a hot path up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet
and eager for him. With something like wonder he felt his sensitive
hardness rub slowly through that warm moist little cleft, gentle little
spasms running over his surprised loins.

“What a way to wake up,” he whispered happily in her ear.

“Darling, it feels so good,” Angela moaned back, arching her lower back
a little so that she could feel more of his swollen member up between
her hungry thighs. Jack was rubbing a little harder now, his cock
quickly swelling to an almost painful hardness. Several times he felt
the hot bulbous tip slide across the moistened opening of Angela’s
vagina but it didn’t slip in, since his madly rubbing shaft was nearly
at right angles to his wife’s eager cunt. At the same time Angela was
moaning, “Oh, please, Jack, put it in, put it in.”

Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife’s
back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to
entry and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch
again at the very entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in.
Rather, it skidded away to jab roughly at Angela’s tiny throbbing
clitoris.

“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving
that spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud.
Really eager now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela’s trembling
thighs to force her legs slightly open, and then reaching down with his
fingers, began trying to stuff his aching cock up into that hungry
little tunnel. It was slippery going, she was so wet down there, and it
didn’t help that maddened by all the fumbling over her excruciatingly
sensitive cuntal area, Angela began uncontrollably jerking her hips.

“Hold still, damnit,” Jack snarled, and for a few seconds Angela did
her best to obey. With a grunt Jack managed to push the head of his
cock part way up inside her waiting vagina and then thrust forward
firmly with his huge fleshy penis slid up into the hot wet hole,
smoothly, without any pulling at the tender inner walls, they were so
slippery with Angela’s freely flowing moisture.

“Oooooohhhhhh,” the both sighed out together as finally that mighty
shaft lay imbedded its full length up inside Angela’s quivering little
belly. For a long second they lay still together, frozen by the
agonizing pleasure of the penetration they had both been working for.
Angela felt as if some hotly pulsing electric machine had suddenly been
turned on up inside her, sending wave after wave of breath-taking
pleasure throbbing through her tender insides. And Jack had the
sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock from his waist to
his knees. Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and
growing and realized that maybe he could cum just lying there. Angela
sensed it too and begged, “Please, Jack, hold it for awhile if you
can.”

“I’ll try,” he answered and meant it. “Just don’t move for awhile,” he
asked. He hoped that if he just kind of let himself soak for a while
deep inside her warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go
from his nerves and he could fuck the hell out of his pretty blonde
wife. Unfortunately, the young man shifted a little to find a more
comfortable position and his massive rod of flesh slip upward into
those tender loins another inch. That was too much for Angela, who had
dutifully been trying to hold motionless despite the thudding flutters
caused by that cock shoved up her from the back.

Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal
muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around
her husband’s lust-engorged penis, “Uuuummmmhhhhh,” he moaned, biting
his lower lip. “For Christ sakes, stop it. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“I-I can’t help it,” Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters
worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her
husband’s loins. With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way
his aching cock was trapped between his wife’s soft voluptuous thighs,
Jack had had it. He could feel the old familiar explosion deep down in
his swollen balls as his sperm started the mad uncontrollable race up
along the fully burgeoned length of his cock-shaft.

“Aaaaaauuuuugh,” he moaned. Brutally rolling Angela over on her
stomach, her legs still straight and clamped together, he loomed above
her, massive cock disappearing up between her milk-white thighs,
pinning her flailing form to the bed. “Jesus H. Christ, here it comes,”
he roared. Suddenly his arms stiffened, palms flat against the mattress
and his back arched, so that he was bent like a bow, his agonized face
glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust.

“No, no, no,” Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but
she knew it was no use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into
her needing cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger
rather than the completion she so sought. Again and again that
obscenely impaling pole jerked and twitched up inside her, for a minute
making her hope that it might kick her over the edge and start her own
orgasm, but then suddenly, almost without warning, it was over, and
Jack collapsed with a wet smack on her back, pressing her down into the
mattress so that for awhile all she was concerned about was being able
to breathe.

After a few panting seconds she felt her satiated husband pull his
still half-hard penis from between her trembling thighs and the unhappy
young woman was aware of every potentially lust-quenching inch of it as
it slid wetly out, then dragged over the back of her leg, leaving a
sticky white trail behind it. Even after she felt his weight leave her,
Angela continued to lie on her stomach, not wanting Jack to see the
tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. But he could not miss the
helpless motion of her hips as they ground mindlessly down against the
sheet, seeking the fulfillment that had been so near.

“Gee, honey, I’m sorry …” Jack started to say, and then clamped his
lips tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife
because he felt guilty. “Hell no,” he blurted out. “Why should I be
sorry. I told you to hold still and then you had to go wild on me.
Christ, I coulda made it, so don’t blame me!” Getting no answer from
his wife, the young man rolled angrily out of bed and went into the
bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Angela lay on the bed, still
face down, stunned by her husband’s unfair attack. She wanted to do
something to make things right again, but somehow seemed incapable of
moving. This whole “Sexual charade had been going on for so many months
that there was nothing left inside the unhappy young woman but a vacuum
of misery and despair. So while her husband took a shower in record
time and then stomped around the bedroom getting dressed, she just lay
there, her head turned toward the wall, wishing the whole miserable
mess would go away and she’d find herself a little girl again, back in
bed at her parents’ house, ignorant of men and sex and the way they
could pull a woman’s soul apart.

Fortunately for her mental health, a slow anger began building up
inside Angela for the neat way her husband had turned the tables on
her, making her feel guilty for what seemed to her to be his
inadequacy. But it hadn’t built to its full head of steam until after
Jack had stalked stiffly through the living room, ready for work, and
gone out the front door, slamming it behind himself.

“The bastard!” she suddenly cried out, abruptly sitting up in the bed.
“The dirty rotten bastard!” For a moment the angry young woman sat
there, then she got lithely to her feet, Her flashing eyes and
heightened color made her look like some aroused goddess in her cream-
white nakedness.

“Well, I’ll show him,” she muttered to herself, something finally
snapping inside her. In this one moment of rebellion, about half a
lifetime’s inhibitions were swept out of her mind. Wasn’t she entitled
to some sexual satisfaction, she thought bitterly to herself. After
all, she was a married woman and shouldn’t have to go through life half
out of her mind with frustration! This was a major change in the young
woman’s outlook. For the first time in her life she didn’t look on her
natural sexual urges as some kind of depraved inner weakness. By now
they had become too familiar to her, Eke her own arm or leg. If she was
hungry she’d get something to eat, she reasoned, and by God, she swore
to herself, it would be that way with sex. She’d show her husband that
she didn’t need this frustration anymore!

This didn’t mean that for even one second the enraged young housewife
had made up her mind to find a lover — those inhibitions were still
firmly fucked into her faithful little mind. No, it merely meant that
she now felt relatively uninhibited to satisfy herself — with her own
hands!

Stalking over to the chair, Angela decided that this would be a good
time to start, and sat down heavily. Now that her anger had subsided a
little, the frustrated young blonde realized what frantic signals her
unfulfilled little belly was sending out. She felt that any moment
painful cramps might double her over as her love-starved insides
shuddered and twitched. Sliding down in the chair so that her buttocks
were resting on the forward edge, her body curved forward, Angela
looked down at her pussy and decided to go ahead. After all, who would
know? But still, her hand hesitated a second before she was able to
make it reach down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger
sliding between her cum-slippery cuntal lips. With fascinating the
young wife stared down at the way her slender finger pushed aside the
thin pink ribbons of flesh, delving deep into the moist little slip.
She found she could make the sensations constantly change and grow by
rubbing here, then there, by fondling the thick full cunt lips
themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her finger around and
around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of
the hot little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button
that shot high voltage through her helpless body, she found herself
thinking. For several minutes the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled and
played with the aching flesh up between her thighs, her long shapely
legs stretched out in front of the chair, slightly opened.

But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so,
hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the
softly petaled opening to her vagina, looking down as she did so so
that she could actually see it push aside the tight muscular opening
and slip a little way up inside her cunt. From the first, she knew that
one finger would not be enough experience over the past few weeks had
taught her that — so she put two fingers together and rather brutally
shoved them far up between her widespread legs. They went in easily,
she was so aroused and wet up there, and the panting girl started
sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional excitement from
the obscene wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far as they
could go into her desire-swollen vagina. Unfortunately that was not far
enough. Compared to the way her husband’s huge penis had stabbed up
nearly to her womb, Angela’s fingers were plainly inadequate — just a
bad joke, but at least she knew that there was no danger of their
cumming prematurely!

Angela’s head was lying back against the top of the armchair, her eyes
half closed while she savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when
suddenly she was able to see from under her lashes a stealthy movement
by the door.

“Hans!” she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. “You
go back in the living room!” The big dog had his handsome head stuck
around the edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the
bedroom. “Go on out, I say!” Angela ordered again. Quickly the big head
was pulled back around the comer and she could hear his nails clicking
down the hall. The suddenly liberated housewife may have felt justified
in satisfying her needs herself, but somehow she just couldn’t face
doing it in front of the dog.

With a grateful sigh, Angela sent her fingers sliding once more in and
out of her hungering pussy, but somehow the dog’s intrusion had spoiled
the effect. Try as she might, Angela could not get the same burning
pleasure from the act as she had done before. A few minutes ago she had
known she was on the way to orgasm, even if she wasn’t in a hurry, but
now, her fingers just didn’t seem to be doing the job. Impatiently she
inserted a third, but even though it made a thicker mass going up into
her more and more disinterested cunt, at the same time she was not able
to get them in so deep.

“Oh, damn, damn, damn,” she moaned aloud. Was she to be frustrated
another time? God, she hoped not. Her belly still screamed for release
even if her fingers were able to provide it. Determined, now that she
had made u