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 up her mind to handle her own sexual problems, the young
blonde housewife got up from her chair gum-faced and walked naked into
the kitchen, heavy taut breasts swaying sensually from her purposeful
stride. Opening the vegetable bin, she rummaged around inside for a
moment, frowning in concentration and obviously trying to make a
decision, then with a grunt, she straightened up holding a huge fresh
carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment, noting
the tiny bits of dirt clinging to the outside and grimaced,
distastefully. Going to the sink, she washed the carrot and picking up
a potato peeler began to strip off the skin in long brightly colored
curls. In a moment the big vegetable was naked in her hand and then the
frowning housewife turned her attention to the sharp tip. That would
never do, she mused, and picking up a knife, carved the end of the
carrot into a blunt rounded shape, never really letting her mind think
for too long about the lewd thing she was about to do.

All this time Hans was watching his mistress through the door, although
he was keeping obediently far back in the living room. The sight of her
naked loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that
permeated the air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her
thoroughly soaked vagina, were beginning to have a predictable effect
on the oddly trained animal. He had made several trips to see Sylvia
lately, but instead of satisfying him, this had made the big dog’s
hunger for human women burn all the more furiously. But something
warned him into being cautious. He could sense somehow, how different
his mistress was from the completely amoral brunette down the road.
Still, his eyes followed her eagerly as she walked back into the
bedroom, holding the thick orange carrot up in front of her like some
sacred relic. The dog stole to the bedroom doorway and peeked around
just in time to see Angela sit down once again in the chair in the same
position as before.

For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her
legs lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her
fingers grasped the carrot tightly as she slowly began to realize what
an obscene thing she was doing. And besides, it was so big and might
hurt her. But, oh damn, what’s the use, she moaned to herself and
positioned the bright orange instrument right up against the entrance
to her moistly seeping vagina. Without giving herself any more chance
to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange tip a short way up
inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she slowly
began to rotate the hard blunt instrument around and around, working it
up into her steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in fascination
to watch it disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.

“Assssshhhh,” she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting
the strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins.
Finally most of the huge carrot was sunk up inside, just enough of the
bright orange shaft sticking out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her
fingers around the lewd protuberance, the blonde young wife began
experimentally moving the carrot in and out between her blonde-rimmed
pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes big and dreamy as she
ground lust into her body with this obscene tool.

Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she
moved the carrot in certain ways she was able to experience strange
tremors of pleasure that she had never before even imagined existed.
Oh, God, she thought, if this was only something she could tell Jack,
then perhaps he would be able to do the same things with his hot,
throbbing, living cock — but no, if he ever tried anything like that
he would cum in ten seconds!

Angela felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting
the carrot in a rotary motion, she was able to press its bulbous tip up
against the sensitive opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp
and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to make her belly quiver. When she
had aroused herself to a state bordering on blind madness with this
technique, the gasping housewife decided it was time to sprint for the
ultimate goal — orgasm. Pulling the carrot out almost its full
length, the hard, brightly-colored surface slippery with her warm
vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as far as it
would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.

For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had
indeed broken something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and
her abdominal muscles tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking
out stiff and trembling as her ass-cheeks clenched. For almost a full
ten seconds, the beautiful young blonde hung motionless on the edge of
the chair, her fingers shoved right up to the mouth of her vagina, the
thick orange carrot nearly vanished inside. Then, “Aaaaahhhhh,” she
moaned deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost beyond
endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up inside her
tender belly.

Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then
rammed it back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the
orange spear out, holding it there a moment as her body prepared for
the onslaught, screaming in lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust
she would bury it up inside her wetly quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo
increased until the strange substitute penis was a flashing streak of
orange reflections drumming in and out of the sobbing gasping young
woman’s sucking cuntal depths. Angela’s head was twisting wildly back
and forth against the back of the chair in passion, her eyes shut, long
blonde hair whipping across her flushed features. Farther and farther
her legs fell open until they were a great “vee” splaying out wide in
front of the chair. With wonderful certainty the panting young wife
knew her orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome potential
building, building far up inside her throbbing belly. Drawing in a
choked breath, Angela shifted her grip on the obscene substitute penis
that was to bring her completion, ready to push herself over the edge
with one last series of hard passionate thrusts, eyes still tightly
closed. Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt
the unmistakable touch of something cold against the inside of her
knee, accompanied by a warm breath.

Angela’s eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been
caught in her shameless act, the carrot still buried obscenely deep up
in her pussy, its knobby orange length protruding back out by itself as
the frightened young woman’s hands flew out to grip the arms of the
chair.

“H-Hans!” she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief. While her
eyes had been closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her
widespread thighs, driven past the point of caution as he saw his
lovely naked mistress so obviously thrusting something into herself,
the maddening, exhilarating smell of her passion filling the room with
a heady aroma the lusty dog had come to know so well.

“Hans!” Angela said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment
trying to struggle more erect in the chair, but the carrot buried deep
in her cunt plus the dog’s presence between her awkwardly splayed
thighs made it difficult to maneuver. Making one hand of the arm of the
chair to clutch desperately at the impaling vegetable between her legs
only made the struggling young woman lose her balance, and she fell
back heavily in the chair.

“Damn it,” she said a third time to the big dog. “You get out of here,
Hans. Let me up!” But Hans only whined eagerly between his mistress’
spread white legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself
away now. While Angela lay back in the chair struggling for balance,
the titillated German shepherd could not resist moving his head forward
until it was only inches away from the lust-arousing loins before him,
so that he could sense the heat emanating from the widespread pink
slit. Automatically his long tongue shot out to drink in those juices,
stabbing into the soft pink flesh just above the visible stump of the
carrot, then working down underneath toward the little pucker of her
anus.

The effect on Angela was as if she had touched a live wire. She
stiffened in amazement, her desire to get up temporarily driven from
her mind by that hot, wet, living piece of flesh sliding over her
nakedly displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, stunned at the
intensity of her body’s reaction to her pet’s lewd tonguing, the young
woman could only stare as the big animal did his best to lick over and
around the carrot still imbedded in the depths he so desired to invade.
Gently Hans opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard shaft
between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening orange shaft
slid slowly and excruciatingly out of Angela’s trembling loins.

“Nnnnngggg,” Angela moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the
slow withdrawal. Her intention of once again ordering the German
shepherd away blew up like a puff of smoke, as her tortured mind
temporarily stopped functioning.

“No, no, Hans,” she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor.
Like a bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that
huge furry head poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting
to stop this impending obscenity but helpless to move or cry out.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the
long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft
vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles
shooting through her vulnerable body. Before she could recover her
control the darting pink tongue flickered over her shuddering loins
again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.

“No, no, no … this can’t be,” she gasped out, unable to do more than
writhe helplessly in the chair, her fingers digging into the
upholstered arms. Could this be happening to her? Was her own dog
actually licking and slavering at her nakedly offered loins or was it
all part of some shameful dream? Again and again her conscience told
her to sit up in the chair and push the dog away, but her treacherous
body refused to obey. No, no, no, this wasn’t right, her mind screamed
out, this was depraved, wrong! But then she remembered the obscene act
she had been performing only moments before, the very nadir of
depravity as she fucked the lewdly peeled car-rot in and out of her
shameless cunt. How could this be so much worse? Was it because the
animal was alive and his big brown eyes were looking up at her even as
his tongue buried itself up into her spasming vagina?

By the time all these thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the
moaning young housewife’s mind, it was too late. That curling, dipping,
thrusting tongue now had complete control over her pitifully cringing
body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes,
yes, why fight it, she thought finally. Only a short time ago, she had
made the decision to do something about her deprived sex life, short of
adultery, and maybe this was the answer. At least Hans would never be
able to tell on her.

“Oh, Hans … baby,” she heard her voice moan. “Do it to me. Lick …
lick. Oh please, baby, make your Angela cum.” The last of her
resistance gone, Angela’s hips started a slow grinding up toward the
dog’s pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly
forward, her heels digging into the carpet beneath to give her more
leverage. Out and in, out and in, wetly flashed that long thick tongue,
starting down at Angela’s tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the
quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt lips,
slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across
her achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, Hans licked
tirelessly, happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so
defenselessly before him, savoring the hot musky taste and odors,
trying to slip his hungry tongue as far up into his mistress’s
fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go. The handsome animal was happy,
happy that he would be able to know his beloved mistress in the same
way as he knew the beautiful woman down the road.

Angela seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous
choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips
and her buttocks churned wildly in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the
long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing,
thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath her
animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into
her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which had drowned her
long years of moral training.

“Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaahhhh,” she chanted mindlessly, each moaning
utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Hans’s incredible tongue.
She knew she was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now. A
throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the
moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless
puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. The
gasping young wife’s eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the
ceiling, a faint terror lurking in there deep blue depths, some ancient
instinctual hidden monster that would emerge from her past to turn her
into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female flesh. Growing
relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the trembling young woman
stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a
shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.

Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded
the desperate young housewife three times already today exploded
through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of
pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between
clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as
her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering
tension. She didn’t move beyond that, just held there, the cords In her
slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent white skin
while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming
body. It was an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without
time or spacial reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent
explosion that swept away the accumulated frustration of months of
inadequate sex.

When finally it was over, Angela’s whole body went limp as if someone
had cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a
gasping heap in front of the surprised Hans. The handsome German
shepherd reached down to try and continue his eager licking at his
mistress’ sweet-tasting cunt but she slumped forward a little,
unconsciously hiding her treasures from the disappointed dog.

“P-Please,” she begged her pet. “Got to … got to get my breath.” It
was over for her now. She had what she had wanted for so long —
complete release. Angela marveled at the strange way her body felt,
limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It was almost as if it were
a new body, one she had never known before, new born, cleansed of the
twisting tensions that her frustrated sex-life had let distort its
milk-white perfection.

Resting part of her weight on Hans’s powerful neck, the still trembling
young wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving
room cupboard, opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a
glass. She knew she was going to need a good stiff drink before her
mind started working again. Angela poured a good two ounces of the
amber liquid in the glass and drank it straight down without a breath,
choking and coughing for a moment as the alcohol seemed to carve its
own trail down her throat. Gratefully the young blonde felt a soothing
warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she had finished a
second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a
dignified quiet flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young
woman’s absorption with the bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy
Hans standing close behind her, stating up in despairing need as his
huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly back up inside the furry sheath
beneath his stomach. The sight of that obscene instrument, bared
nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, would
probably have been too much for the young housewife to take.

As it was, there was enough to think about. Not pushing her thoughts,
the lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of
the bed, chin resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew
she should be wracked with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague
feeling of unease. Each time her conscience started to attack, it was
quickly put down by the memory of the unbelievable orgasm that had
swept over her grateful body only minutes before. And the musing young
woman was fully aware that the orgasm owed its special nature to Hans’s
wonderful tongue; of that she was sure, As far as her mind was
concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the stick, although
she couldn’t help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of “carrot”.
Yes, her need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her
dog’s willingness to … well … lick her, why not make use of it? It
wasn’t as if she were being unfaithful to her husband, although some
little voice in the back of her head kept trying to warn her that it
just wasn’t natural: She was a woman, not a dog.

But what harm could it possibly do? No one would ever know, and maybe
it was the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved. Suddenly the
young blonde’s jaw set determinedly. One thing was sure! She’d do
almost anything to have more orgasms like the one Hans had licked into
her, and if that was the only way she could get them, so be it!

Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden
rush of love for the big animal come over her. How could the dog’s
natural reactions to her need be wrong? she asked herself. After all,
Jack had brought the dog here so she wouldn’t be lonely, and if she got
a few extra benefits out of the arrangements, so what? All she knew was
the wonderful new way she felt.

“Oh, Hans,” she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the
dog’s handsome head to her still naked breasts. Hans naturally started
to lick the proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away. “No, no,”
she said. “That’s enough for today. I don’t want to be greedy, do I?”
Never considering in her innocence that the dog might have needs of his
own.

One thought did hit her though. Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife
found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other
women, after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett’s
house. Well, that would have to stop. Hans was her dog, and she didn’t
want some woman taking his affection away from her.

“Okay, lover-boy, you’re a kept dog from now on. No more chasing around
over the countryside. You and I are going to spend a lot of time
together from now on, right here in the house.”

Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young
woman walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling
better about the future than she had in months.

Chapter 5

Hans lay in one corner of the yard, in the shade of the fence, feeling
miserable. For three days he hadn’t been allowed outside to run in the
woods or prowl through the fields. And worst of all, he could no longer
go see the beautiful woman who lived down the road. True to her
determination, his mistress had him in.

Sadly the big animal looked up at the catch on the gate, one that even
the brightest dog would be unable to operate. Besides his frustration
at being locked in, Hans was also becoming increasingly upset over his
relations with his lovely blonde owner. Several times she had him lick
her, only to quit and dismiss him just when his own need was beginning
to make itself felt. Much different than with the woman down the
street, and although he loved his mistress, the big animal wished he
were with Sylvia right now. His head raised as Angela opened the back
door.

“Hi, handsome,” she called happily. “Going to take a bath and then
maybe you can come in for a little while and we’ll play.” Hans couldn’t
understand the words but he could see that she had on only her robe,
partly open down the front so that part of the lush naked body
underneath showed through. Despite his dejection the sex-oriented
animal became instantly interested, but before he could get to his feet
the door closed once again and Angela was gone. With a sigh Hans put
his head back down on his paws, settling in for a long dull wait.

He wasn’t the only one frustrated that day. Just a few hundred yards
away the lovely Sylvia Bennett was nervously pacing her living room.
For three days now she had been waiting for the big dog from up the
street to make his usual afternoon cam, but he hadn’t shown up. The
beautiful young widow had quickly grown dependent on the satisfaction
she gained from her animal lover’s energetic ministrations. Now that he
no longer came, she felt the loss as sharply as some young romantic
teenager over her first affair.

“Damn,” she swore to herself, feeling betrayed. Earlier in the morning
she’d promised herself that if Hans didn’t show up by noon, she would
go and investigate. Sylvia had been tactfully staying away from the
Sim’s house, not wanting to let the cat out of the bag just in case
Hans got a little too friendly with her in front of Angela. But now an
alarming thought occurred to Sylvia. What if Hans had been run over, or
dog-napped? These last disturbing thoughts finally propelled the dark-
haired beauty into action. She just had to go find out what was the
matter, so heading straight out the door she started for Angela’s
house.

A couple of minutes later the nervous woman was at the fence
surrounding the Sims’ yard. Seeing no one around, Sylvia peered over
the fence and the first thing she spotted was Hans, who saw her at the
same time. In a flash the big dog was up on his feet galloping over to
the gate. He stood on his hind legs and began to lick Sylvia’s hands
which she obligingly held down to him.

“Hi, big boy,” she said in delight. “How come you don’t come over to
see me anymore. Met a nice little cocker spaniel?” Even while she was
saying this, Sylvia saw that the lock on the gate had been fastened,
and in a manner that showed someone didn’t want the dog to be able to
open it. “Soooo …” Sylvia breathed out. For some reason Angela was
keeping Hans locked up. There were an intriguing host of possible
reasons and for a moment the musing woman’s mind slid over the truth,
suspecting that Angela must have discovered the dog’s talents and
wanted to save them all for herself. But just as quickly this thought
was dismissed as being too wildly improbable. Sylvia could never
imagine her prudish young neighbor trying anything so blatantly sinful.

Sylvia called out Angela’s name, but there was no answer from the
house, because, unknown to Sylvia, her young neighbor was noisily
taking a bath, preparatory to her afternoon’s debauchery. Assuming
there was no one home, the next step came naturally to Sylvia. Since
the only barrier between Sylvia and Hans was the locked gate, and since
Sylvia desperately desired the company of the big animal, she
unfastened the lock.

“Come on, boy,” she whispered to the eager dog. “Let’s go for a little
walk down to my house. I want to show you my etchings.” The lovely
widow felt a little silly whispering to the animal, but she knew she
was semi-stealing him and naturally felt defensive. Still, temptation
was too great and a moment later she was leading the gaily romping Hans
down the road towards her place.

Once she had the big animal inside her living room, the beautiful
brunette closed the drapes over the sliding glass doors. It was a warm
day so she left the doors themselves open a bit for a little fresh air.

“All right, me boy,” she said, turning towards Hans. “Why waste
valuable time?” Alread Sylvia could feel little tremors in her belly at
the exciting thought of what she and the eager German shepherd were
going to do. Feverishly the excited woman began pulling at her clothes,
wanting to strip away all the barriers between her waiting flesh and
her canine companion’s impressive array of equipment. Somehow it added
to the young widow’s excitement to see how avidly Hans watched her body
slowly bare itself before him. The big dog stood as if he were on
parade, his whole body alert and upright, his pointed ears cocked
forward.

Finally, standing in all her naked glory like some ancient Greek statue
carved from polished cream-color marble, Sylvia called out softly to
Hans. “Come on, Hans … come over here to Mama.”

Hans hardly needed the invitation. Quickly the big dog loped over to
her, his cold wet nose running quickly over the lovely naked form
before him, searching out all her proud curves and secret hollows. Then
he stood back, as if to ask, “Where are you going to lie down?”

Seeing the question in the dog’s eyes, Sylvia felt a hot flush of lust
run through her at the totally obscene knowledge that she was desired
by a dog, a dog! “Today’s going to be a little different,” she said in
a husky voice to Hans. “It starts right here and now.” With that the
lovely young widow slowly spread apart her legs, still standing, and at
the same time thrust her hips forward so that her darkly furred loins
loomed invitingly right in front of the animal’s waiting muzzle.
Holding her breath, Sylvia watched that massive head reach out
tentatively towards her lusting pussy. She flinched a little and
shivers rippled up and down her thighs as once again she knew the
tantalizing touch of the cool nose against her naked flesh, stirring
her close-curled pubic hair.

Then, just as she had hoped, the long hot animal tongue snaked from
Hans’s mouth and splayed wetly over her trembling pussy-lips.

“Uuuuhhhnnnn,” Sylvia moaned through half-parted teeth as darting hot
sparks of desire seemed to ricochet up from between her legs. Almost at
once her swollen little nipples started to harden in response to the
maddening wet caress below. Moving her hands slowly up along her sides,
the gasping woman cupped them under her quivering breasts, massaging
the stiffening tips into pebble hardness as Hans began to lick in
earnest at her cunt below.

“Oh, Christ, how did I ever last three days without this?” Sylvia
moaned to herself. Damn, she’d never let the dog go back home. Wild
thoughts of hiding the erotic animal in the attic flickered through her
spinning mind. Breathing harder now, the panting woman worked her legs
open a little wider, doing all she could to open her twitching cunt
more to the lapping dogs great hot tongue, waning it to delve deeper
and deeper up into her naked pussy-flesh. Hans obligingly did his best
to help, turning his head to one side so that he could lick right up
into the partially hidden vagina above, her wet pink cuntal lips
parting lewdly before his determined attack.

Looking down in hard-breathing fascination, Sylvia watched the saliva-
covered tongue push its hot way through the tender hair-fringed folds
of her pussy, searing far up inside before finally slithering back out
and up, with a nerve-tingling lick, over her sensitively trembling
little clitoris. Then reached out to start its lewd progress all over
again from far back between her shuddering thighs, extending almost all
the way back to her anus as it began again its maddening trip.

Looking more than ever like a pagan goddess, the lovely young brunette
stood in full naked abandon before the huge beast crouching up between
her widespread legs. Gradually her body began to rotate above the waist
in a slow sensual movement, her hands still gliding in voluptuous
circles over her passion-swollen breasts while her head twisted slowly
from side to side so that her thick dark mane shifted sensuously from
one pale shoulder to the other.

“0h … Hans … baby … it’s beautiful … good … almost too much.”
I-I don’t think I can stand it,” Sylvia managed to gasp out. This was
the best she had ever experienced with the dog, maybe because of three
days of expectant waiting. It was the most wonderful tonguing
imaginable. If only it could be canned or bottled, I’d be a
millionaire, she thought crazily to herself. God, the feelings were so
strong. Already her legs were trembling so badly she wondered how long
she would be able to remain standing. A long time, she hoped, because
she wanted this sweet torture to go on forever, or at least until she
came, which sure as hell was going to happen soon. If there were only
some way to prolong this ecstasy.

Each shattering swipe of Han’s expert tongue was opening up her vagina
more and more, so far in fact that the slavering animal was able to
thrust his curling tongue-tip directly up into the hot wet little
passage. This new assault almost brought Sylvia up on the top of her
toes as she felt the dog burrow into her sensitive inner surfaces.
Moaning incoherently, the agonized woman reached down to take the dog
by the ears in an effort to pull his lust-inciting tongue even deeper
into her quaking cunt. Gasping as she leaned forward, the maddened
woman saw that Han’s great cock was already beginning to emerge from
inside his loins, swollen into fully aroused hardness, teased into fife
by the wild stimulation of licking a naked passionate young woman. A
great happiness swept over the love-starved dog and for the moment his
frustration of the past two days was forgotten.

Sylvia stood above him, frozen into immobility for a moment despite the
frenzied working of Hans’s tongue between her thighs, staring at the
great scarlet spear of dog-flesh. She knew that in a few minutes she
could once again have that massive member sunk to the hilt up in her
hungry vagina, just as soon as she came under the wild lickings of his
talented tongue. That was the way it had been before and that was the
way it could be today. But there was a streak of perverse
adventurousness in the lovely young widow and slowly a plan was forming
in her agile mind. Yes, it could be different today, she mused.

Below her, Hans stopped his licking, sensing the change in the woman’s
mood and looked up questioningly. Never taking her eyes from that
glistening penis beneath his furry belly, now over half exposed ,
Sylvia pushed his big head away from her warmly seeping loins and began
to lower herself to her knees next to the German shepherd. Hans whined
unhappily, not wanting to be deprived of the exotic taste of the
intoxicating perfumes that poured in such bountiful quantity from that
tender warm slit up between those silky human thighs, but Sylvia began
to speak softly to him.

“I told you it was going to be different today, Hans,” she said. “Now
lie down like a good dog. Lie down, boy.”

This was the command that Angela, his mistress would give the big dog
when he was romping around too vigorously, and at first he thought he
was being reprimanded. Whimpering unhappily, he dropped his head sadly
and his penis retracted back up into his belly, apparently wilted by
the new development. At first horrified by the disappearance of this
vital appendage, Sylvia realized at once what was bothering the big
animal and began to speak more encouragingly.

“That’s okay, Hans, you’ve been a good dog … good dog. Lie down, lie
down and Mama will see that you never forget this day.” Gently the
naked young woman pushed Hans down, still murmuring soothingly, “Good
boy, good boy.”

Finally the big German shepherd was lying full length on the rug, his
head half-hidden between his paws, still not sure whether he was in
trouble or not. Sylvia couldn’t keep from laughing a little at the
child-like expression on the big dog’s face as he looked up at her with
big brown eyes full of hope. Dropping lithely down onto the carpet
herself. Sylvia squirmed around until her hips and loins were
positioned right next to the dog’s head, her own face down by his
hindquarters. The next part was going to be the hardest, she thought.
If only he would understand what she wanted …

“Now roll over, Hans, roll over,” the naked young beauty urged. At the
same time she gave a little shove with her hands and sure enough, he
rolled over on his back, his hairy penis-sheath prominently displayed.
Drawing one leg up, bent at the knee, so that her thighs once again
opened to bare her still-throbbing pussy between, the adventurous young
widow wiggled her lush hips in close to Hans’s muzzle as he lay facing
her, almost pressing her cunt into the dog’s questioning face.

“Okay, old buddy,” Sylvia commanded. “Let’s start light back at the
beginning.” Her voice choked a little with excitement. “Lick my cunt
… lick it again!”

That was all the encouragement Hans needed. Once again that massive
head buried itself deep up between his beautiful human friend’s lewdly
parted legs so that his tongue might lap at the warm secretions flowing
so freely from her pouting cunt. As the first lick seared into her
loins, Sylvia found herself paralyzed from the sheer ecstasy of it
unable for several minutes to move or even think coherently as the
well-remembered flood of sensual bliss drew tight every nerve. Then she
remembered what she wanted to do and looked down hungrily towards the
now shrunken sheath that hid Hans’s temporarily uninterested penis.
Yes, the gasping woman thought as her hips jerked uncontrollably under
the dog’s eager lingual caresses, she wanted to bring that giant
scarlet shaft in all its obscene lustful hardness out of hiding. She
wanted to make the animal cum with her own hands, to draw the hot sperm
up from those hairy balls to jet lewdly out from the pointed tip.

The depraved nature of the young widow’s desires only added another
perverse thrill to the others already chasing through her shamelessly
positioned body as again and again her animal companion lapped hungrily
over and through her aching pussy mound, his scorching tongue digging
wetly between her vaginal lips like a knife through hot butter.
Gasping, Sylvia slid one of her hands up over Hans’s hairy belly,
gliding it sensuously deep down into the softness of the dog’s loins,
letting it wander over the thin velvety skin before finally her
questing fingers moved to the lewd bulge of the animal’s hairy penis
sheath, squeezing firmly at the potential hardness inside.

Hans whined loudly under his part-time mistress’s hot stimulating
touch, feeling his penis jerking uncontrollably deep up within his own
belly. Sensing the dog’s reaction, the increasingly excited girl lay on
her side, so that both arms were free of her weight, and moved a second
hand up to join the first, using them together to press and knead at
the hairy protuberance. With a feeling of lust-filled triumph the
shameless divorcee could feel the hidden shaft inside begin to stir and
grow, and she waited breathlessly, hoping for the appearance of that
excitingly pointed tip. Impatient, Sylvia reached back with one hand
towards her canine lover’s flaccid testicles and scratched lightly with
her nails over its sensitive surface, bringing another sharp yip from
the surprised and pleased Hans.

This was a totally new and unexpected turn of events for the big
animal. So far his whole sexual repertoire with human females had been
either to lick them or to ram his aroused penis up into the tender
little mating hole that nestled so high up between their lovely thighs.
But now he liked what this beautiful neighbor was doing to Wm. He could
continue to savor the warm rich juices gushing from her tender naked
pinkness while at the same time be bathed in pleasure himself. Eagerly
the happy animal continued to lick at the pungent pussy-flesh throbbing
so hotly under his lashing tongue, spurred on by the new stirring in
his powerful loins. This renewed attack on her private parts registered
on every one of Sylvia’s screaming nerves but never once did she
slacken her obscenely methodical massaging of Han’s loins.

As her fingers continued the gentle caressing, she could feel a strong
surging inside the soft-furred covering and knew it would be only a few
seconds before she saw the first scarlet evidence of Han’s arousal.

Oh God, yes, the lewdly aroused young woman thought to herself, her
breath catching in her throat, here it comes now! And the dog penis she
had so busily been bringing to life shot out with a smooth wet rush,
glistening brightly in the light. Despite all her experience, the
staling Sylvia couldn’t help watching in wide-eyed fascination as the
throbbing organ grew and grew under her still working fingers until it
had reached the mammoth proportions she knew so well. Moving her
fingers slowly down from the hairy sheath, she placed them around the
naked shaft itself, finding it wet and slippery to the touch, the
scarlet flesh lubricated with its own juices. With a look of totally
obscene fascination the raggedly breathing brunette seized the
throbbing member directly and began sliding her hands slowly up and
down its burning length. Another sharp yelp broke from the dog’s throat
at this new sensation, but the trembling animal never once stopped
licking at the ever-flowering opening before his snout. His was the
best of two worlds.

For Sylvia too it was a special occasion. Many times before in her
lust-studded career, the wanton young beauty had engaged in what she
considered the ultimate obscenities, but the very depravity of what she
was doing now — actively pumping a dog’s cock while the dog licked
below into her cunt filled the panting staring woman with wicked
feelings of sheer carnal abandon. Her eyes fastened on the thick
beveled organ trapped so tightly between her working fingers as she
rhythmically pulled and jerked, sliding the moist scarlet skin back and
forth over the hot rigid core beneath, wanting to be able to see that
hot animal sperm gushing forth.

What would it be like? she wondered. How much of it was there? From the
quantity of it that had gushed, from her own cunt when Hans had cum in
her before, she thought there would be plenty. These salacious
questions burned in the young woman’s lust-crazed brain as she pumped
madly on that huge fleshy animal shaft. And when it finally happened,
when Hans finally came, she wanted to cum too — wanted to join her
animal lover in one long wet orgasmic upheaval, both of them writhing
together in unholy ecstasy.

Chapter 6

Angela Sims stepped out of her bath like Aphrodite rising from the
waves, a vision of beauty, the water dripping from her flawlessly
curved body, her long blonde hair tied up in a slightly damp shining
blob of gold behind her head. Humming to herself, the young wife stood
on the bath mat, slowly drying herself with a large fleecy towel,
marveling how such a simple act could have so much hidden sensuality in
it.

Ever since the young housewife had determined to do something about her
deprived sex life, the whole world had seemed different. She shivered a
little as the towel brushed lightly over her high-swelling breasts,
automatically bringing the sensitive little nipples half-way erect.
Yes, ever since Hans had taught her just how strongly her body could
react to touch and feel, the happy young blonde had never ceased to
marvel at the endless possibilities for sensual pleasure.

Sliding the towel slowly down over her sleek flat belly, Angela savored
for a moment the final delight of her bath, hesitating before finally
dropping the towel to her loins to tease lightly at her golden pubic
hair, rubbing the water away, yet at the same time doing far more.
Already she could sense the sensual moisture building up inside her
cunt, not only from the gentle pressure of the towel against her nerve-
filled inner softness but also from the knowledge that within a few
minutes Hans’ lust-quelling tongue would once again be slipping deep up
into her quivering wetness.

The very thought of the lewd scene she was anticipating with her huge
pet began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young
woman’s mind, so she hurried her final moments in the bathroom,
suddenly anxious to begin the afternoon’s shameful debauchery. Putting
on her dressing gown over her milk-white nakedness and carelessly tying
the belt in front, Angela walked quickly through the house, heading for
the back door. Opening the door, the lovely young blonde called out,
“Hans! Come on in, boy. It’s time.” She remained by the door, holding
it open for several seconds, expecting the dog’s usual eager entry, but
nothing happened. This time the young woman put her head a little ways
out the door, holding the dressing gown together over her voluptuously
swelling breasts and called again, “Hans! Hans, come here!” Nothing.

Perplexed by now, Angela decided she’d better go outside and see what
was wrong. Just the other day the big dog had been madly engaged in
digging for a gopher, and his mistress was hardly able to coax him from
his exciting task. But to the young wife’s surprise, she didn’t see
Hans anywhere. Walking through the yard, Angela looked behind
everything that could possibly conceal a large German shepherd, but he
had obviously disappeared. That’s when she saw it.

The gate was slightly open!

Walking quickly to the gate, forgetting for a moment to keep a tight
hold on the top of her dressing gown so that it gaped open, exposing
all of one breast down to the nipple, Angela stared in perplexed horror
at the open lock. The surprise quickly turned to anger. Only a human
could have opened the gate, she knew, it just wasn’t possible for a dog
to do it with his teeth!

Her dog had been kidnapped!

One hand flying to her mouth in the classic attitude of shock, the
young woman stepped through the open gate, giving one last pleading
cry, “Hans! Hans, baby, come here.” But even before the words were out
of her mouth, Angela knew it was useless. There would be no answer. For
several agonized seconds the distraught young woman walked about
aimlessly by the gate, no particular plan in mind, but rather
automatically hoping that if she stayed near the spot somehow
everything would be made right and she would have Hans back.

As she lowered her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening
to overflow, her gaze played unheedingly over the ground before what
she was looking at began to make sense.

There were tracks near the gate! Dog prints mixed with the prints of a
woman’s shoe! It had rained the night before and the ground was still
soft, a little muddy in places, so the prints were clearly visible.

Bending lower, the staring young blonde took a close look at the
tracks. The dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned. They
were too big to belong to any other dog in the neighborhood. But what
about the shoe prints? Could they have been made by the person who took
Hans? Angela wondered excitedly. Almost without realizing it, the
bereaved young wife had drifted away from the gate, walking down the
road following the prints. Yes — yes … Hans’ prints continued on
besides those others, there was no doubt of it now. Looking up, Angela
found herself already half-way down the road toward Sylvia’s house, and
then all at once the whole picture fell into place. How stupid of her
not to have realized it at once, she thought bitterly.

Sylvia had stolen Hans!

Yes, somehow the shameless woman who lived down the road must have
found out about Hans’ strange interests, Angela thought in rising
anger. Yes, that thieving bitch must be forcing her beloved dog into
horrible perversions right this moment. Never did it occur to the angry
young woman to temper her condemnation of her neighbor with the
admission that she too little Angela the pure — had also been guilty
of encouraging the animal in acts that would have both shocked and
sickened her only short days ago, but then, jealousy works that way.
Yes, Angela was jealous, as jealous as she would have been if some
predatory woman had lured away her husband Jack. Maybe even a little
more, because she was not able to find with Jack the same fantastic
sexual release she found with Hans.

Determinedly the lovely young blonde strode down the road toward
Sylvia’s house, seemingly unconcerned that she was clad only in her
dressing gown, her long blonde hair beginning to escape from the knot
she had tied it in, one thick lock after another falling about her
shoulders as she walked.

When Angela was only a few short yards from Sylvia’s back gate she
heard a sharp yapping sound that could only have come from Hans’
throat, and a cold wave of fear passed over her body. What was Sylvia
doing to Hans, anyhow?

Pushing through the gate without calling out, the anxious young woman
walked right up to the slightly open sliding glass doors. For just a
second she hesitated at the entrance, not able to see inside the house
because of the drapes that were pulled shut behind the doors, but once
again she heard that sharp yip, this time accompanied by a low moan.
Impulsively Angela swept aside the drapes and walked into the room,
looking around fiercely, then the angry young woman froze in shock, her
eyes opening wide as she stared in disbelief at the depraved scene
before her.

In the soft light of the room, Angela at first saw only a tangle of
gleaming human flesh and soft brown fur, but a second analysis showed
her Sylvia’s naked body lying half on its side, one leg lewdly bent so
that her shamelessly opened pussy was positioned right over Hans’ dark
muzzle, while at the same time the big animal was lying on his back,
his thick scarlet penis trapped tightly between Sylvia’s lewdly pumping
fingers, his tongue, the tongue that by rights belonged to herself,
lapping greedily up into Sylvia’s clasping pink cunt!

Angela didn’t know how long she stood there, frozen into immobility by
shock and horror. She wanted to move, to stop the horrible thing
happening right before her eyes but somehow she just couldn’t. It took
her confused young mind a long time to dredge up from its lower depths
the reasons for her paralysis, but finally it burst over her in a wave
of shocked understanding.

It was Hans’ penis! Although the willing animal had licked her to
orgasm several times, the young housewife had never before seen his
massive member in its fully aroused state. Usually her eyes had been
closed as she writhed in mindless ecstasy under the dog’s lashing
tongue and it had never even occurred to the innocent young woman that
her pet might be as aroused by their illicit sex-play as she was. But
there it was, in front of her now, huge, glistening, scarlet, ending in
an obscenely sharp tapered point; and worst of all — in the hands of
another woman!

This last realization finally snapped the bond that had held Angela
still and she called out sharply, “Hans!” To her surprise the big dog
did not move, but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening
loins so near his muzzle, not about to give up the tremendous
sensations Sylvia was stroking into his lust-fired penis with her
nimble fingers. It was Sylvia, however, who reacted, surprised by the
sudden sound of a human voice in her living room. Twisting her head
around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the
lovely widow gasped out once, “Angela!” It seemed an effort for her to
get the word out. She was panting explosively, her beautiful fine-boned
face transformed by the passionate licking she was getting from below,
her large dark eyes shining like shadowed stars. Then her head turned
back as she obviously let herself slip once again down into the sensual
ecstasy she had been enjoying before Angela’s entrance.

“Sylvia, you leave my dog alone!” Angela cried out in anguish.

“Can’t,” Sylvia moaned back. “It’s too late. I-I’m going to cum in
another minute.”

“No, no, not with Hans!” Angela wailed. “He’s my dog … he belongs to
me!”

“Then why are you so selfish?” Sylvia asked, turning her head once more
to look at her blonde neighbor. “Even if you don’t care about me, what
about Hans? Don’t you want him to cum too?” She gasped as the wonderful
tongue below stabbed hotly up into her streaming pussy, and then turned
her attention back to the huge fleshy dog-cock that throbbed between
her fingers like some powerful engine.

“What?” Angela asked in wonder as the full meaning of her neighbor’s
last words seeped into her numbed brain. “Hans … cum … ?” For some
reason it had never occurred to her that Sylvia might have planned the
dog’s own satisfaction also.

“Of course,” Sylvia moaned back. “What do you think I’m doing to his
cock, just holding on so I don’t lose my balance?” Then Sylvia didn’t
want to talk anymore but just to let the wonderful flames of passion
Hans’ tongue was spearing into her welcoming pussy take over her whole
body while her own hands coaxed the hot semen up out of her animal
lover’s hairy balls. To hell with the little prude behind her, even if
she was the dog’s owner!

But the groaning young widow couldn’t have known the consternation her
last words had created in that young prude’s overburdened mind. Bit by
bit at first and then with an overpowering rush Angela knew that her
dark-haired neighbor was speaking the truth. Oh, how selfish she had
been with her darling Hans, she realized. All the time she had enticed
the loyal animal to see to her needs while never imagining he might
have needs of his own. In a way she had been as thoughtless as her own
husband, maybe more, because Jack wanted to please her but just
couldn’t. The young blonde felt a quick rush of affection for the woman
she had misjudged so harshly, believing her a thief of her pet’s
affection while all the time this other woman had been providing
something to Hans that his rightful mistress had been too thoughtless
to think of.

Not too surprisingly, Angela’s tardy appreciation of her neighbor
opened her mind to other thoughts. The young wife had seldom seen a
naked woman before, and certainly not in the lewd and enticing position
of the one before her now. Sheltered since her youth, Angela thought of
the female body, if indeed she thought of it at all, as her own
reflection in the bathroom mirror in those short intervals she let
herself be uncovered, or else as the cool impersonal figures portrayed
in art books and magazines. Quite a different thing than the panting,
moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor before her, a reality
of smell and sound as well as of soft, inviting, naked female flesh.

Free from observation herself, since Sylvia was turned away from her,
the young housewife let her eyes linger over the older woman’s lushly
formed figure, able to see part of one high-set, rounded breast
silhouetted against the darker background of Hans’ glossy coat. The
nipple on that breast was swollen now, jutting out pinkly, brought to
pebble-hardness by the passion that swept through Sylvia’s body. Such a
long slender back, Angela found her-self thinking, a gracefully curved
expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders before it swelled out
again into voluptuously flared hips. Somehow it was those hips, the
magnificent buttocks that drew Angela on, the rounded half-moons,
slightly pulled apart now by Sylvia’s thighs widespread, so that Hans’
tongue might find easy access to her quivering genitals. Every now and
then Angela could see her dog’s long pink tongue splay back between her
neighbor’s milk-white thighs to lick at the farthest recesses of her
loins, making the soft rounded buttocks jerk and shudder in ecstasy.

Without quite realizing it, Angela found herself pulling back her robe,
and letting it drop to the floor, baring her own lovely young body.
Somehow it seemed almost sacrilegious to be dressed here in this room
while the two creatures before her remained locked together in complete
concentration. Slowly, then, the full-breasted blonde started forward.

The first warning Sylvia had that her young neighbor had changed
position was when she felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly
moving down toward her spasmodically clenching buttocks. Even so, the
panting widow didn’t look back, not wanting to take a chance on
spoiling whatever magic was happening, for she was sure it was
something good. The gentleness of the hands promised her that. Too much
was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to any one
part of it. Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of painful
excitement by Hans’ thrusting tongue such as she had never known
before. At the same time, the great cock in her hands let its own
overpowering pleasure known to her by the way it jerked and trembled
under her touch. Yes, yes, she could tell that soon it would be
spurting its hot load out into the room, gushing in obscene fulfillment
before them all. And now … now … those gentle hands behind were
working insistently downward between her quivering buttocks, low down,
near her pleasure-washed cunt, searching, searching. Almost
unbelievingly Sylvia felt her supposedly innocent young neighbor’s
fingers begin an experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the
rubbery little opening as if they were trying to decide what to do.

“Aaahh,” the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden
hard pressure against her anus. Automatically her loins bucked forward
away from the sudden hot sensation that convulsed her already
shuddering loins. Could this actually be happening? she thought. Her
doubt was immediately banished as that same probing finger came back
once more, this time to push knowingly up inside her hot rectal depths,
just a little way at first as the sphincter muscles instinctively
fought the unnatural penetration.

“Ahhh, God,” Sylvia moaned out as suddenly her whole lower body seemed
immersed in hot all-enveloping sensation. Coupled with Hans’ wild
lickings at her quaking cunt, the finger that now began to worm
relentlessly around up inside her sensitive anus drove Sylvia to the
very edge of orgasmic insanity. The amazed woman felt an obviously
naked body move close up against her back, two bare breasts dragging
stiffened nipples over her ultra-sensitized flesh. The finger plunged
deeper, bringing another moan from the blissfully tortured woman’s
chest. She almost lost herself then, almost slipped down into a world
of private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in Sylvia’s mind
reminded her she still had a job to do. Opening glazed eyes, the
moaning woman once again focused all the attention she could muster on
her hands, on the fingers still wrapped around the massively swollen
dog-cock only inches away.

Summoning up the last of her strength, Sylvia once again began
pummeling the huge red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the
dog’s hairy belly below. Every stroke she made as she slaved over the
throbbing organ only seemed to make the slavering beast who’s massive
head lay between her own wide-splayed thighs lick all the harder,
digging his thick wet tongue deeper and deeper up into her pleasure-
wracked cunt, filling her with hot darting shafts of delight that
seemed to shoot all the way to the top of her head. Fighting against
the seductive paralysis of this unbelievable stimulation, enhanced now
by the searching finger in her rectum, Sylvia redoubled her efforts,
jerking and pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands,
chanting out mindless mewling sounds as she worked like some harem
slave of old. Staring in fascination at the obscenely colored member
before her, the half-crazed young widow knew it would only be a matter
of seconds before it began to spew out its lewd charge. It was
trembling under her fingers, and Hans’ loins were jerking
uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in helpless reflex as his
orgasm approached.

One, two, three more powerful tugs at the dog’s cock and that was it!
Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and the hairy balls below
swelled to incredible size and tightness. Sylvia could actually feet
the hot semen rushing madly up the length of the pulsating member as it
sought release. At the same time, the dog’s last spasmodic tongue-
thrusts into her own lust-heated cuntal depths seemed to touch off a
white hot sunburst far up inside her spasming belly, joined by a second
as Angela behind her thrust a second punishing finger far up into her
crazily tingling rectum. Before her the moaning brunette’s own orgasm
snatched her away to another world, she was able to see finally the
thick white semen jet out in a long hot gush from her dog-lover’s
grotesquely swollen cock and arc up into the air to spray back down
over her naked body, covering her belly and loins with obscene sticky
flecks of cum. Then she was gone.

Angela stared in amazement as she felt the beautiful naked body before
her suddenly go rigid and then began to buck and twist in a series of
powerful contractions. Hot slippery fluids gushed back over her hand
from Sylvia’s cunt as it began to contract madly. The younger girl
could actually feel her writhing neighbor’s internal muscles working
against the fingers that still disappeared obscenely up into her
rectum.

“C-C-CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG,” Sylvia gurgled out once as her stomach muscles
sucked sharply in, her buttocks clenching powerfully together in a
series of quick jerks. To the watching Angela it seemed as if something
would have to give, that somehow Sylvia was going to split in two from
the obvious power of the forces at work deep up inside her spasming
belly. For a second the younger girl felt a moment of jealousy, wishing
it could be her who was experiencing this sexual upheaval, but just as
quickly she pushed the thought from her mind and drove her fingers as
far up inside Sylvia’s soft rubbery rectal depths as she could, the
knowledge that she was adding to her neighbors passion causing strange
little tremors of excitement to run through her own loins.

On and on it went, the scarlet penis spurting under Sylvia’s
spasmodically clenching fingers, the big dog whining and yelping, his
head trapped between Sylvia’s twitching thighs, and Angela holding on
for dear life behind. Finally Hans lay quiet, his penis slowly
beginning to shrivel back up into his belly. Sylvia gave one last
shudder and collapsed back gasping against Angela, obviously exhausted.
The younger girl pulled her fingers out of Sylvia’s anus, marveling at
the slight popping sound they made, as they withdrew. For long moments
there was no sound in the room but Sylvia’s labored breathing, then
Hans struggled to turn over and got shakily to his feet. The big dog
looked down at the two naked human females still sprawled on the floor
and then walked over to the comer and lay down contentedly. A moment
later Sylvia, too, moved, turning her body so that now she was facing
Angela, who blushed as she met the older woman’s eyes.

“I — I don’t know what came over me,” the naive blonde wife started
to say, but Sylvia cut her off.

“Forget it. Sometimes it’s just right for things to happen.” Neither
said more for a while but both were lost in their thoughts. They were
now lying so that their heads lay at opposite ends, their bodies
parallel, both of the women on their sides facing one another, head to
toe, but not so close that they couldn’t see one another’s faces.

Sylvia slowly looked her younger companion up and down. She had always
known that Angela probably had a pretty good body, but now faced with
the naked reality of it she was stunned. Damn, what a really beautiful
tender young girl, she thought to herself. Because of the positions
they were both lying in, just opposite her face was the silky golden
triangle of the younger girl’s pussy hair. Sylvia couldn’t make out
much more than that because Angela had her thighs placed firmly
together, obviously slightly nervous about being naked in front of
someone else, but not knowing what to do about it, particularly in view
of what had just happened between them.

“Sorry about taking your dog,” Sylvia said, “but I just couldn’t resist
the opportunity. I would have brought him back.”

“I … that’s all right. I-I guess I shouldn’t be so selfish.”

“I understand, honey. With a dog like Hans, I’m afraid we all tend to
lose our heads.” Angela blushed at this oblique allusion to her dog’s
talents. “Just when did you discover what that horny hound had in his
mind?” Sylvia continued.

Another blush. “Just a couple of days ago. He — he started licking
me.”

“And you were off and running. You know, I don’t want to be insulting,
but I just didn’t think you had it in you. I mean, I thought you’d just
get rid of the dog when you found out what his little specialty was.”

“You mean you thought I was too much of a prude,” Angela answered
frankly. Then a little line of bitterness tightened around her mouth.
“And I suppose you would have been right if I hadn’t needed something,
anything, so much.”

“Ah-ha, husband troubles. Doesn’t Jack make love to you much? He’s
crazy if he doesn’t. Most men would give their left nut to be married
to someone like you. You do know you’re very beautiful, don’t you?” As
Sylvia said these last words one of her hands reached out and began
gently caressing her young neighbor’s breasts, moving slowly from one
to the other of the perfect pink-tipped mounds, never fast or hard, but
just gently gliding. Angela automatically sucked in her breath at the
first feather-like sensations Sylvia’s gentle fingers stroked into her
voluptuously naked flesh. For an instant Angela almost pulled sharply
away, but somehow that seemed silly after what she had done to Sylvia
only short minutes ago. And besides, it felt … well, good. Not
wanting to think too much about what was happening, the young blonde
blurted out an answer to Sylvia’s last question, wanting to have
something to occupy her alarmed mind for the moment, even though she
didn’t like talking to anyone about her personal problems with Jack.

“N-No,” she gasped out, her voice a little shaky, “he makes love to me
a lot. It’s just that he doesn’t … do it long enough.”

“Doesn’t realize you might like it too, is that it?”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that,” Angela answered, coming immediately to
her husband’s defense, forgetting for the moment that the exploring
hand at her breast was becoming bolder. “He wants to please me, but he
just can’t.”

“You mean he can’t hold back, cums too soon.” Angela nodded bashfully,
and Sylvia went on. “So that’s when you decided to let Hans fuck you.”

“Fuck me?” the young blonde’s eyes flew open in amazement. “You mean he
does that too?” For an instant Sylvia thought she was kidding but the
surprise in the girl’s blue eyes was too genuine.

“Of course. What do you think I have him over here for. He’s the best
lay I’ve ever had in my life, and believe, me I’ve had plenty. You mean
to tell me you’ve never let him fuck you?”

“N-No,” the young blonde answered in horrified wonderment. Her head
spinning dizzily, she couldn’t keep from her mind the obscene image of
Sylvia’s hands wrapped around Hans’ huge scarlet penis, the penis she
had seen for the first time today. Suddenly she was acutely aware of
her neighbor’s fingers on her breasts, playing, stroking, loving, and
coupled with the totally obscene mental picture of what it must look
like when Hans was fucking the undeniably beautiful brunette, a sudden
hot flood of passion was triggered into full life within the young
woman’s trembling body. She looked up into Sylvia’s eyes, eyes that had
now assumed an almost hypnotic intensity.

“We’re going to have to do something about this,” Sylvia said quietly.
“We’re going to have to see that Hans fucks you.” The older woman was
beginning to experience the full symptoms of advanced lust as she
looked at the beautiful naked body of the young innocent wife lying
next to her, her palm tingling with the lush feel of those taut firm
young breasts, feeling the little coral-hued nipples springing out
against her fingertips. Once again she looked over at the golden
triangle so near her face, wondering what tender moist treasures must
lie up between the tightly clenched thighs. “You do want Hans to fuck
you, don’t you? You do want that big hard cock rammed right up between
your legs.”

Angela felt her breath coming faster and faster despite herself. What
was this woman saying to her? Her thoughts floundered for a moment,
twisted by the now-wonderful sensations from her breasts as Sylvia’s
stroking grew bolder. “I-I can’t,” she moaned helplessly. “He’s so big.
It’d hurt.” Sylvia knew she had won.

“It’s all a matter of being ready,” she crooned. God how she desired
this innocent young wife, she thought. How she wanted to get to know
that lush young body, revel in seeing the younger woman turn into a
raving animal. “Yes, you just have to be ready for a cock as big as
that one, but don’t worry, I’ll help. I’ll lick your pussy until you’re
ready for anything.”

“L-Lick my …” Angela gasped out. My God, what was happening?

“Yes, lover, lick your pussy. Can you imagine how good that’ll feel?”
Not waiting for an answer, Sylvia slid her hand away from the younger
woman’s breast, letting it trace a hot trail down over the blonde
girl’s already trembling young belly to come at last to an agitated
rest among her crisp golden cunt-curls. “Come on,” Sylvia murmured
seductively, “Open your thighs. Just bend your top leg a little.”
Without waiting for an answer the lust-driven brunette let her hand
work lower to slide between the firm young thighs so close, and with a
little upwards pressure she helped the confused young Angela to open
the path to her hidden treasures. Sylvia almost gasped aloud as
suddenly she saw the tender pink vaginal lips bared to her hungry gaze,
framed in their gilded setting. Eagerly her head moved forward, intent
on the promised feast.

“Oh no, we mustn’t,” Angela moaned, but she hardly knew what she was
saying. All the time her mind was focused on the incredible image of
Hans, her beloved Hans fucking into her body. Could it really be done?
she wondered. This thought was suddenly driven from her mind as she
felt her lovely neighbor’s head working between her partially open
thighs. Looking down the young wife could no longer see the expression
on Sylvia’s face, only the smooth white curve of her throat under her
chin, for her neighbor’s features were now lost between the soft silky
flesh of her own parted thighs. For one long moment Angela stared at
the brunette’s firm ripe breasts, pressing against her own belly, which
was now quickly rising and failing in time to her ragged breathing. My
God, she thought! Sylvia’s actually going to do it! She’s going to lick
my pussy!

Angela knew it was wrong, knew that this was what was called
lesbianism. Never in her whole life had she imagined that someday she
might be lying like this, about to let another woman thrust her tongue
up into her vagina! But for that matter, never had she imagined until
just a few days ago that she would let a dog do the same! That didn’t
matter, the confused young blonde thought. She had to stop this obscene
act, had to cry out before once again she let herself slip into a sea
of depravity. But before she could utter a sound, all the air was
driven from her lungs as she felt Sylvia’s hot breath pour searingly
over her nakedly exposed genitals. Gasping, the young housewife found
herself thinking that if just Sylvia’s breath felt so good, how would
it actually feel when her tongue licked out and … then she had to put
the thought from her mind as her whole body started to shake
uncontrollably in a shuddering mixture of shame and desire. Unable to
move, the gasping young woman was aware of her tormentor’s face working
in deeper between her vainly resisting thighs, and now she could feel
Sylvia’s saliva-moistened lips poised right next to her pulsating cunt.

Desperately Angela looked around for something to motivate her to
scramble to her feet and run from this sinful house, but the only thing
that met her staring gaze was Sylvia’s pussy poised mere inches away
from her wondering eyes. Staring in fascination, the innocent young
blonde could not help examining this, the first feminine pussy that she
had ever seen. Despite her inexperience it was not hard for the young
bride to tell that Sylvia was already aroused. Tiny beads of vaginal
moisture glistened on the inside surface of the half-parted cuntal
lips, and for a second she was not sure whether she could not see a
deeper excited pulsing over the pink-petaled vaginal opening. How would
it taste if she put her own lips … but quickly Angela put the obscene
thought from her mind. That was the last rational thought she had,
because suddenly Sylvia’s tongue darted out and stabbed deep into her
innocent young neighbor’s unprepared cunt.

“Aaaaaahhh,” Angela gasped out as that first seating contact shot a
blast of lewd flame far up inside her belly. Her whole body jerked, not
away from the obscene contact but instead forward so that her cunt
thrust automatically against the slippery little mouth pressed so
Lightly to it. Sylvia didn’t waste a second. Immediately she started
worming her working tongue up into the moistly shuddering slit, running
it furiously up and down the whole heated length, pausing only for part
of a second on each lust inciting trip to probe delicately at the
trembling blonde’s still tightly closed vagina, knowing that she
mustn’t hurry too much, best to take her time. Sylvia had eaten a lot
of pussy in her decadent life, but this was the sweetest ever, and she
wanted to prolong her eager lapping as long as possible.

To her amazement, Angela felt her own thighs open wider of their own
accord, instinctively welcoming the attacking tongue, baring before it
her now wide-splayed cuntal Slit, wanting it to dig far, far up inside
the hotly clamoring depths. Demandingly the young blonde’s loins jerked
forward, trying to entice the little pink messenger of bliss deeper,
all thoughts of resistance quickly gone. But the more experienced girl
withdrew for a moment before once again letting her tongue shoot out,
this time to graze Angela’s sensitively throbbing clitoris.

“Oooooh, God, ooohhh,” Angela moaned, no longer able to remain silent.
Her breath gushed from her lungs as once again Sylvia began to run her
tongue up and down the full length of her pussy slit, playing
tauntingly over the opening of her hungrily contracting vagina. Oh, how
the young blonde wanted that desire-giving tongue up inside her, like a
little writhing cock.

Suddenly Sylvia deserted the hot liquid depths, holding back one
tantalizing second before lashing out her tongue to stab hard against
her young friend’s quiveringly erect clitoris, making the writhing
blonde cry out in wild abandon, unable to control herself at all. That
darting jabbing tongue ran wildly in little circles around her almost
painfully palpitating sensation bud, then to her further amazement and
delight Sylvia began to suck at the little button, circling it with her
lips in tight embrace and at the same time nipping lightly with her
teeth.

Then once again the omnivorously ravishing tongue slid down the
steaming valley of her blonde-fringed cunt, darting around, shooting
finally far up into her helpless vagina, then licking broadly over the
whole flat-splayed area of her writhing pussy, teasing again at the
blood-engorged clitoris. Tongue … tongue … frantic tongue
everywhere, driving new and incredible sensations of delight into the
quaking flesh before it.

Squirming and moaning to this rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt,
Angela mewled and cried out as rippling waves of wild erotic sensation
pulled her body into a twitching curve. Beginning to pant explosively,
the moaning blonde opened her legs as wide as possible while at the
same time thrusting her steaming loins forward to get maximum contact
with the torturing little lingual spear. Although Sylvia too was
gasping aloud, her own loins burning lewdly with the lust-charged
knowledge of what she was doing to the once-innocent young wife before
her, she never let her mouth lose contact with the sweet seething mass
of cuntal flesh, giving one last mighty thrust up into Angela’s vagina
while at the same time vigorously shaking her lovely dark head from
side to side.

That last lascivious effort was the final trigger needed to set off
Angela’s impending orgasm, releasing at last the intolerable pressure
that had been building deep up inside her softly convulsing belly.

“Ooooohhh … ooohhh … Goodddddd, Sylvia! I-I’m going t-to …
CUUUMMMMMM … AAAAaahhhhh!”

The young blonde’s last maddened cry choked off into a gurgling moan as
sexual ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, sucking in her sleek
stomach muscles again and again as wave after wave of hot release
buffeted her screaming insides into a mindless frenzy. Jerking,
trembling, writhing, the delirious young woman was lost in a timeless
world of endless pleasure while her convulsing cunt gushed forth a hot
stream of fragrant pussy secretions that nearly choked the still wildly
tonguing Sylvia. But never once did the older woman break contact with
the throbbing depths before her until the last quiver had passed from
her young lover’s shuddering body.

Waiting a moment until the younger girl had got her breath back a
little, Sylvia finally pulled her head from between the satiny thighs.
“Roll over on top of me,” she urged up at the sex-groggy Angela.

“W-What?” Angela gasped out, not fully comprehending. Sylvia repeated
her request and then urged the young blonde with her hands until
finally Angela was positioned over her, knees on either side of the
young widow’s face so that her own blonde-rimmed pussy was right over
the lips that had so recently sucked it to orgasm, while the staring
young wife found herself looking down at Sylvia’s own openly pouting
cunt. “Now make me feel the same way I made you feel,” Sylvia purred.

Angela didn’t move, but just hovered over her older neighbor, gazing
down in captivated fascination at the dark-fringed cunt waiting below,
waiting for her own mouth to dip towards it. Could she? Could she
commit this act that until just a few minutes ago seemed as remote from
her as the moon? All her training told her no, despite the fact that
she owed the lovely woman below her as much pleasure as she could give.
But that wasn’t the factor that finally turned the scales. No, it was
the living pulsing reality of the pussy itself as it lay in open moist
invitation below, the lips pulled apart by the widespread position of
Sylvia’s legs to reveal all the softly glistening secrets inside. Those
seeping pink depths cried out for something to bring them to life, and
what better than Angela’s own tender lips and tongue. With a final
groan of defeat, the lovely blonde housewife dropped her head and let
her tongue shoot out lizard-like to spear into the seductive depths
below.

Angela felt the woman under her stiffen with the shock of the first hot
wet contact and a choked gasp echoed from her throat. That was all the
encouragement Angela needed and she went to work with a will, her mouth
fastening hungrily to the quivering loins below. The young blonde found
herself savoring the sweet taste of Sylvia’s cunt, such a strange
medley of flavors, at the same time syrupy and tart, a little like the
taste of Chinese sweet and sour sauce. Struggling to learn, Angela
lapped excitedly, picking up from Sylvia’s frenzied reactions what
pleased her the most.

From across the room Hans began to show renewed interest as he saw the
two pinkly glowing female bodies so lewdly tangled together. At first
he had only paid polite attention when Sylvia had tongued his mistress,
but then when Angela crawled on top so that her well-rounded white
buttocks were poised invitingly high in the air, the big dog’s ears
picked up. He had never had his mistress, or never even seen her in
this, his favorite position for human females, but now the German
shepherd began to remember all the times he had been aroused by the
blonde girl’s loveliness while he speared his tongue deep up into her
sweet-smelling little slit. Those tantalizingly raised half-moons
proved too much for the lascivious dog and he got quickly to his feet
and padded silently over to the two intertwined women.

The first intimation Angela had of her pet’s presence was when she felt
his cool nose sniffing up between her slightly parted thighs.

“W-What’s that,” she blurted out, for the first time breaking contact
with the pulsating cuntal flesh beneath.

” It’s Hans,” Sylvia answered, a little disappointed that the wonderful
mouth was no longer licking at her eager cunt. She had already seen the
dog’s handsome head above her own face as lie sniffed at Angela’s
obscenely displayed genitals. His black nose moved in closer to brush
lightly over the young blonde’s tightly puckered anus.

“M-Make him go away,” Angela begged.

“Why?” Sylvia shot back. “I think he wants to fuck you.”

“Fuck me! Oh no, he can’t. That wouldn’t be right.”

“Oh, don’t be such a prig,” Sylvia said a little acidly. “You’ve done a
lot of other things that aren’t supposed to be nice. Wouldn’t you like
to have that big animal cock deep inside your cunt? Besides, I don’t
think he’s going to give you the choice.”

“My God, what do you mean?” Angela wailed out.

“He generally starts by sniffing, and then he begins to lick …”
Sylvia suddenly began to become interested in the impending ravishment
of her innocent young neighbor. Waves of lewd excitement shot through
the older girl’s slightly perverted brain as she realized what a
marvelous view she would have from here as Hans rammed his heavy cock
up into Angela’s vulnerably positioned vaginal slit. Right above her
face! Before the fascinated brunette could finish her sentence, Hans’
familiar tongue shot out to splay itself lovingly over his mistress’
damp-curled pussy slit, licking with one hot swipe clear up to her
rectum. Angela jerked in reaction above and a sobbing gasp came from
deep in the whimpering girl’s chest.

“Oh, please, don’t let him do it to me. It’s wrong … wrong.” She
tried to struggle away still full of fear, but not wanting to miss the
expected lewd show, Sylvia wrapped her arms tightly around the young
blonde’s hips and thighs so that she couldn’t move.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Sylvia said iii exasperation. “Can’t you ever
tell when you have it made?” Looking up along the dog’s belly she could
see that already his penis was sliding out of its hairy sheath in all
its glistening scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each
passing second. A moment later the eager animal had mounted his
mistress’ shaking back, and Sylvia freed one of her anus to reach back
to take the swollen organ between her fingers, thrilling to the
familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had experienced the very
first time she had guided it into her own eagerly waiting cunt.

“Okay, Hans, fuck Angela just like you fuck me!” Needing very little
encouragement, the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong
forelegs tightly around his mistress’ slender waist while Sylvia gasped
in delight below as she saw the huge animal-cock poised directly over
her face, its beveled tip only half an inch from her young neighbor’s
gaping pussy mouth.

“Oh, please, don’t let him do it to me,” the frightened Angela moaned,
trying to shift her hips away from the hot unnatural probe. Trembling,
she tried to look back down between her legs to see what was happening,
but all she could see were the twin mounds of Sylvia’s passion-swollen
breasts. Then she felt the first hot searing contact of the massive
spear that would soon impale her, and all her fears suddenly washed
away in a flood of lewd desire. Yes, now she knew it, she knew it!
Everything before had only been childish games, but all along, secretly
she had wanted Hans to fuck her! Now was the time and she couldn’t be
afraid any more. It was out of her hands. “Oh yes, yes, I want it. Fuck
me, Hans, fuck me!” The panting girl raised her buttocks as high as
possible, spreading her legs at the same time to open her suddenly
hungry cunt.

It wasn’t a moment too soon. Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at
the opening to Angela’s gaping pussy, Hans instinctively rammed
forward, burying his dripping cudgel in one slithering rush far up into
the kneeling girl’s hot little cunt. Animal style, he never gave the
girl a chance to become accustomed to his huge presence, but began a
fierce pumping of his powerful loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly
again and again into the soft flesh before him.

“Uuuuhhh,” Angela grunted in stunned surprise. Never before in her
whole life had she been so filled. It felt for a moment as if something
would have to tear open inside her to make room for that massive
invading cock, but the blonde’s wife’s vaginal muscles soon became used
to the jack-hammer fast intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths.
Wantonly her sleek buttocks set up an answering rocking motion to meet
the fiery challenge. It began to feel good, better than anything the
adventurous wife had ever experienced before. She barely had the
presence of mind to once again bury her face between her neighbor’s
thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.

Below her, Sylvia gratefully felt her blonde neighbor return to the
avid sucking of her tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all
the while at the giant scarlet dog-cock flashing in and out of her
younger woman’s juicy cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist pink pussy-
flesh out with it on the pullback and ramming them far back up inside
as the big animal crashed his hips forward stroke after stroke. Opening
wider and wider, Angela’s vagina voraciously tried to swallow every
inch of that mighty shaft, right down to the hairy balls that slapped
with machine-like regularity against her tenderly swollen clitoris.

All three of the lewdly coupled trio would have quickly come to climax,
but suddenly a mighty roar echoed through the room.

“MY … GOD … ANGELA, WHAT …

All three of the sinners on the floor turned as one toward the
disturbance, frozen in shock. Neither said a word until Angela,
twisting her head as far back as she could, was finally able to make
out the identity of the intruder.

“Oh God,” she shrieked, “It’s Jack!”

Chapter 7

Since work was a little slow that day, all the men in Jack’s department
had been let go home a little early. Driving straight home, the young
husband was both surprised and disappointed to find that his wife
wasn’t home, nor was the new dog. For some reason he felt like a little
companionship rather than sitting around an empty house. It didn’t take
him long to figure that Angela must be down the road visiting Sylvia,
because that was the only neighbor within easy walking distance and
Angela didn’t have a car.

Deciding to set out in search of his straying wife, the unexpected
arrival set off toward their only neighbor’s house, aware in the back
of his mind that he secretly hoped Sylvia was alone. For a long time he
had been filled with lustful thoughts every time he saw the beautiful
young brunette. Yes, she was some woman, he mused, maybe just the thing
he needed to take his mind off his seemingly insurmountable troubles
with his wife. He wondered what Sylvia Bennett would look like naked.

There didn’t seem to be anyone home when Jack got to Sylvia’s house,
but the back gate was partly open so he went in, heading towards the
sliding glass doors. Before he could even call out he was aware of
strange sounds from within the house, alarming sounds, almost like
someone struggling. A particularly loud sobbing groan filled the young
man with the direct impression that a woman was being murdered within.
Without stopping to think, Jack heroically rushed forward, pushing
through the drapes inside, and then stopped dead in his tracks, stunned
by the obscene spectacle before his staring eyes.

It didn’t take him long to realize there were two women obviously
locked in a Lesbian embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily
fucking one of them from behind, but after a second look the shocked
husband came to a sudden sickening realization.

One woman was his wife, the dog was Hans!

His instinctive roar of horror and rage had immediate effects on the
trio before him. After Angela’s scream of horrified recognition, Hans
was the first to react. Sensing instinctively that he was in a lot of
trouble, the big dog for the first time in his life deserted a pair of
buttocks in mid-fuck, backing away hurriedly, his penis shrinking
quickly back up out of harm’s way, then he dodged behind the nearest
piece of furniture, trying to make himself as small as possible. Angela
scrambled quickly to her feet and looked around frantically for her
dressing gown.

“You stay right there!” Jack commanded and the young wife froze,
sensing from the sound of her husband’s voice that he meant everything
he said. “What the hell is that?” Jack spluttered. “Is this how you
wile away your days while I’m at work? Christ, I can’t believe anyone
could sink so low. And with a dog, yet.” Jack’s face wrinkled in
disgust. He glanced down at the cringing animal once and then back up
at his petrified wife. “Well, wife dear, I’m going to go to that mutt
what I’d do to any man I found you with. I’m going home to get my gun
and blow that sneaking animal’s head off.”

“Oh no you won’t, big boy,” another voice rang out. Surprised, Jack
turned around to see that Sylvia had gotten to her feet unnoticed while
all his attention was turned toward the incestuous members of his
immediate family. “You touch one hair on that animal’s head and I’ll
have your worthless balls with a nail file, if it takes me the rest of
my life,” Sylvia snarled, marching right up to the surprised young man
to thrust her face close to his. Jack was about to make some violent
rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was standing only
inches from a remarkably beautiful naked woman, and just a few minutes
before he had wondered how she would look naked. Now he knew.
Fantastic!

Seeing all the hostility drain from her male adversary’s face as his
eyes glued themselves to her breasts, now brushing the front of his
shirt, Sylvia decided this was the time to press her advantage if an
ugly scene was to be avoided. “So, big boy,” she said, letting her
voice become a little softer. “You complain about what your wife does
for kicks on her own time without ever stopping to think whether or not
she might have those kicks coming to her. You sure you do your level
best at home to keep her from having to go out and find entertainment
of her own?”

“Well, I …” Jack began.

“Don’t give me any shit. Momma knows all. Oh, you don’t have to blame
Angela for leaking top secrets, I wormed it out of her when her
defenses were down. I know all about your hair-trigger cock.”

“I …” Jack said very weakly.

Sylvia knew she had to be careful of her timing. Any moment now the
cornered husband might go back to the attack. Turning toward Angela,
Sylvia said contemptuously, “You two make me sick. Both of you whine
about the other but neither one does anything constructive. It’s not
all Jack’s fault, Angela, didn’t it ever occur to you that you might be
able to do something about his little problem? He’s so hot to go he
shoots his load at the first touch, so why not pull the sting from it,
make it a little less touchy?”

“W-what do you mean?” Angela asked, her eyes as big as saucers.

“I think you both need a little practice lesson. Now you watch how this
is done, Angela. Back, handsome,” Sylvia ordered, giving the fascinated
Jack several little shoves that brought the back of his knees up sharp
against the edge of an easy chair so that he fell heavily into it. In
one lithe graceful movement Sylvia dropped her knees light in front of
the chair.

“Now as I see it, neither one of you two love-birds ever explored the
possibility that Jack might be able to get it up more than once. We’ll
go for the knockout punch in round one and see if Tiger here can answer
the bell for round two.” And before either husband or wife knew what
was happening, Sylvia reached forward and boldly unzipped Jack’s fly.
All of a sudden long cool fingers were suddenly extracting the amazed
young man’s penis through the opening. With gaping mouth, Jack saw his
cock lying in Sylvia’s palm, pulsing gently as it began to quicken into
life.

“My, you are fast,” the smiling brunette said. “Let’s see how long it
takes you to cum.” Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Jack watched
in disbelief as Sylvia slowly lowered her dark head towards his penis,
which was jerking larger with every passing second. A moment ago he had
been ready to kill, and now a woman whose sheer beauty and sensuality
had always seemed to him to be an unobtainable dream was clearly about
to put his cock in her mouth. Angela too watched in shocked awe. She
knew that by all rights she should be sickened and horrified watching
another woman do this perverted act to her own husband, but somehow, in
this place, it seemed natural. Her own mouth began to salivate
sympathetically as she watched Sylvia do something to Jack she had
never had the courage to even think about.

“Hey, wait a minute,” she heard Jack say, but then his voice choked off
as his lovely torturer’s tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny
opening in the head of his cock. Under that maddening stimulation his
throbbing penis burst into its full glory, rearing up like an angry
cobra.

“Mmmm, it likes me,” Sylvia said, and then opening her lips she slid
them moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the
tip of her willing victim’s cock. Staring down in amazement the
surprised young man looked in awe at the beautiful dark head poised
over his trembling loins. He knew he could probably just reach down and
push Sylvia away, but at that moment it seemed like an impossible idea.

Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to
shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.

“I-I, we shouldn’t be …” he began, knowing that Angela was watching,
but then with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to
wrap his hands tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his
loins, and with a jerk he pulled Sylvia’s lips down farther onto his
pulsating cock-shaft. To hell with Angela, he thought. After what he
had caught her doing it would serve her right to have to watch this!
For her part, his gaping wife stood watching in appreciative awe. She
had been through too much already today to be very upset by what was
happening before her. What was mostly bothering her was the unfulfilled
feeling deep in her own hungry loins which had been rudely deprived of
the lust-sating dog-penis only a few minutes ago. Staring hungrily at
her husband’s desire-thickened shaft disappearing up into Sylvia’s
ovalled mouth, Angela found herself wishing that somehow it were being
thrust up her own wanting pussy instead.

The whole little scenario didn’t take long, maybe less than two
minutes, and then true to form, Jack could feel the familiar bliss-
filled churning in his balls.

“Holy God,” he half-shouted, “I’m gonna cum! For the love of Christ,
don’t stop sucking!” Then his blood-rigid rod of flesh began to vibrate
as the first hot jets rushed its swollen length. This was the first
time in his life the young man had ever had his cock sucked, and he was
unprepared for the incredible sensation as Sylvia sucked madly on his
spurting member, working him to heights of passion that were almost
unbearable. As his head arched back in ecstasy he was able to see out
of the comer of his eyes the almost ludicrous picture of Sylvia’s
cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing sperm and then
hollowing again as she sucked madly. It seemed to go on for an eternity
and then the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his
exhausted penis deflating in Sylvia’s mouth. The smiling widow let the
limp organ slip wetly from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot
sticky sperm from her lips.

“A new record in the hundred yard dash,” she said wryly. Turning to
Angela she added, “I see what you mean. A girl would have to be a real
sprinter to keep up with that.” Her words deflated Jack who thought she
was making fun of him but the lovely woman got lithely to her feet.
“Now it’s time for the resurrection,” she said. Even though he had just
cum, Jack could not help staring at the beautiful sleek body now
standing nakedly before him. For a moment his tortured eyes couldn’t
decide whether they wanted to focus on the high, proud, dark-tipped
breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that nestled up between
Sylvia’s smooth ivory-white thighs.

Moving closer to the still seated young man, her hips swaying
provocatively, Sylvia reached out for one of his hands and then pulled
him unresistingly to his feet. As soon as he was standing before her,
the exotic beauty moved closer still and began slowly unbuttoning his
shirt. Even before she pulled the garment completely from him, the
brazen seducer leaned forward and traced her stiffening nipples in tiny
circles over his naked chest. Immediately the gasping husband felt a
faint lurching in his tired loins. Even though he knew he should
resist, Jack made no move to stop Sylvia as she began undoing his belt.
Before he knew it his trousers were in a heap around his feet.

“Kick off your shoes,” Sylvia ordered, and he did. Jack was now
standing wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through
the opening was not exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and
lifeless as a moment before. His lovely seducer began to work the
shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic waistband rub across the
end of his still dripping cock. Once the thin garment was down around
his ankles, Jack automatically kicked them free, at last standing
completely naked, his reviving cock now at half-mast. Without a word
Sylvia moved into his arms so that finally Jack was able to feel the
full, sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his own
trembling flesh. He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long
moment their tongues met, darting together inside the moist caverns of
their mouths, and then she was slipping down, her soft flesh sliding
lingeringly over his until she was on her knees before him. Reaching
forward, Sylvia took his cock in her hands and placed it gently in the
valley between her large taut breasts, then, sensuously, provocatively,
the experienced woman pressed the soft white mounds together, trapping
his penis between their seductive warmth, and began voluptuously
working their tender beauty back and forth over his ever growing penis.

From a few feet away Angela watched, fascinated by the smooth competent
manner with which Sylvia managed her difficult husband. The younger
girl was teaming, all right, and vowed that from now on she would use
the beauty of her own body to better advantage.

“I think we can start over again,” Sylvia said. And sure enough, Jack
was acutely aware of the huge throbbing member that disappeared between
his sultry neighbor’s high-mounded breasts. Never had it felt so big –
- never had he been so aware of its hardness. Wondering what this
incredible brunette would do next, the young husband was totally
unprepared for her next words.

“Okay, big boy,” she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free
of her imprisoning flesh, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Angela,
she ordered, “Go fuck your wife.” For a moment neither Jack nor Angela
moved, but their eyes met, shock registering on each of their faces at
these totally unexpected words. Then suddenly the raging need in the
young blonde’s unfulfilled pussy overflowed to sweep over her entire
body in a wave of red-hot lust.

“Oh, Jack,” she moaned, “Take me, please take me.” And with that she
lay down on the rug, her legs lewdly parted and her graceful arms held
upward invitingly. Jack stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had
ever managed to turn out like this. Looking down in amazement at his
shamelessly aroused wife, ready to fuck him in front of another person,
he began to realize that he definitely didn’t know her. There was a lot
more to her than the timid faithful young woman he had imagined her to
be, but one thing was sure: she was ready to fuck and so was he!

Quickly Jack positioned himself between his wife’s long widespread
legs, holding his erect penis in his hands as if it were something he
was going to beat her with.

“Oh, lover, fuck me,” Angela pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding down into
the carpet. Needing no further encouragement, Jack fell forward on that
soft needing body, worming his cock up against her readily pulsing slit
until the blood-swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. From
the very fin, t thrust, the eager husband knew he had a tiger on his
hands, a mewling, straining, clawing she-wolf who made anyone he had
ever known look like a frigid old maid.

After only a few second’s frantic action Jack was beginning to wonder
if he would be able to handle his wife’s long surpressed needs all by
himself. Damn, she was a really hot little ball of sex today, he
thought. Hadn’t she even been fucking a dog when he came into the room?

That’s when the idea hit him, at first making his head spin as the
obscene thought rocketed through his thoroughly aroused mind like a
thunderbolt. The very depravity of the plan he was forming caused the
young man to stop short in his fucking, stunned by his own audacity.
Could he do it? His wife, twisting passionately below immediately
noticed that he was no longer ruthlessly plunging his cock up into her
burning depths, and asked pleadingly, “What’s the matter, Jack? For
God’s sake, don’t stop now.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” he answered hoarsely. “You’re gonna get all
the fucking you can handle, but first I want you to wrap your arms and
legs around me.” Angela obeyed without hesitation, and then gasped in
surprise as Jack quickly rolled them both over, until she was sitting
on top, straddling his loins with his hotly throbbing penis impaling
her cunt. Never having made love in this position before, the
pleasantly surprised young wife began lifting her buttocks up in the
air and then sliding down on her husband’s lust-rigid rod of flesh,
delighted at the new sensations she could work into her fiery cunt.
Then she felt Jack’s strong hands pulling her shoulders down while his
loins pushed her own hips high up in the air.

“Sylvia!” the young husband called, “Get Hans over here!” The dark-
haired widow hesitated a moment, but then the first faint glimmer of
understanding came over her face, changing to a lewd smile as she
realized what Jack had in mind.

“W-What’s happening?” Angela asked in surprise.

“We’re gonna have a little company,” Jack answered. “Hans is joining
us.” Still the confused young woman did not understand, but a second
later she felt a familiar cold nose sniffing at her buttocks as Sylvia
led the nervous animal up to her obscenely raised ass-cheeks. From the
way the animal’s nose was digging urgently up between her thighs, the
young wife knew he meant to fuck her, but everything was filled back
there except …

“Oh God, no! You’re not going to let him fuck me in the ass! He’s too
big, Jack, no, he’ll rip me wide open.”

“Now take it easy, honey,” her panting husband soothed. “Remember, your
cunt was virgin once too. You’ll get used to it.” The suddenly
terrified blonde struggled to get up but her husband’s tight embrace
held her fast, and then Hans’ hairy forelegs settled once again around
her quaking waist, pinning her from behind.

“Oh, please, please. Jack … Hans … don’t hurt me,” the young wife
pleaded. But it was far too late. No one in the room would have had the
courage to pull Hans away now. He’d already been cheated of this
luscious morsel once and now she lay helpless beneath him. The big dog
moved in closer, shuffling forward on his hind legs while his bright
pink tongue lolled excitedly from his mouth. Already the watching
Sylvia could see his huge scarlet cock sliding wetly from under his
belly, ready to thrust up between the buttocks of the young wife
pinioned defenselessly below.

Angela felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks,
then slip into the wide-stretched crevice between her ass-cheeks,
finally catching for a second at her tight little rubbery anus.

Sensing that pointed presence jabbing threateningly at her vulnerable
anal opening, the shaking young blonde tensed, knowing there were never
any gentle moves from Hans. And sure enough, as soon as the big German
shepherd sensed an available cavity before him, his powerful loins
jerked forward, worming the tip of his monstrous cock just up inside
the tight little nether ring. Immediately the excited animal began his
usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding into the cringing white
buttocks ahead.

Wham, wham, wham, the huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust
driving it another inch into the young wife’s hot rubbery depths. She
held stock still for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain,
almost paralyzed by the terrible agony that tore into her skewered
belly.

“Aaaaaagggghh,” she screamed, “he’s killing me! Jack help, get him out
of me! Make him stop!” Her husband’s only answer was a mighty thrust of
his own swollen penis up into her momentarily forgotten pussy from
below, sending incredible waves of sensation flooding through her
sandwiched loins. For a moment this new stimulation made Angela forget
the alien presence tearing apart her tender rectum, and the desperate
young woman decided to let the one fight the other. She found that by
screwing her cunt as far down as possible on her husband’s penis, she
could almost cancel out the pain in her rectum. And in another few
seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Hans’
cock too as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the
big dog easier access to her rectal depths.

After a few experiments, the increasingly happy young woman found that
the two huge cocks pounding up into her innermost depths were now
fucking into her in lewd synchronization and she pressed back to meet
their rhythmic forward rush, feeling as if some great molten ball of
fire was regularly filling her belly, only to wane and then fill her
once again.

“Oh, lovers … beautiful cocks … pound into me … fill me, fill
me,” the suddenly raving young blonde moaned out.

And standing a few feet away the still naked Sylvia felt her
temperature rapidly rising as she stared at the obscene @o so near.
Slowly her fingers groped down her body to slide over her pussy hair
before finally digging up into her hot cunt below. For a moment the
excited brunette was tempted to end it that way, to bring herself to
orgasm with her own fingers, but somehow that didn’t seem enough,
confronted with the riving image of the three bodies locked tightly
together on the carpet. Impulsively Sylvia dropped to her knees right
beside Jack’s head and then crawled close, lifting one knee and placing
it on the other side of him so that her steaming loins were poised
right over his face and her back was to Angela.

At first Jack didn’t know what was happening, only realized that
somehow the light had been blotted out by some great hovering shadow,
and then slowly he became aware of the moistly steaming cunt poised so
near, its narrow ribbon-like cuntal lips gaping open hungrily showing
the slippery pink flesh within. For a while he just stared, but then he
heard Sylvia’s voice. “Come on, big boy, eat it. Eat it like an
oyster.” Knowing now what was expected him, Jack saw the lewd feast
slowly lowering itself to him and met it with his lips, opening them to
suck in the tender cuntal flesh while his eager tongue shot out to bury
itself wetly up into Sylvia’s openly flowering vagina, causing such a
bolt of sensual bliss to shoot through Sylvia’s gently flexed loins
that her head shot back and then began to twist wildly from side to
side, the thick dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face.
Angela suddenly found herself confronted with her neighbor’s whitely
rounded ass-cheeks, looming right under her face, and after a little
confusion lowered her head to try and lick at Sylvia’s tiny puckered
anus, showing so clearly in the wide-split crack of her buttocks, but
it was almost impossible because her whole body was pitched forward
every time Hans and Jack rammed into her from behind and below. Strange
masochistic pleasures seeped into the pinioned young woman’s whirling
mind as she was buffeted like a rag doll between her three panting
companions, a mere object for their collective lust.

Lying on the bottom of it all, Jack delighted in the gift of Sylvia’s
tender, sweet-smelling cunt, an unbelievable addition to the feel of
his wife’s pounding body over him and the weird sensation of his own
pet dog’s cock moving against his own deep within her loins, only a
thin membrane separating the two rampaging male organs.

The four bachanalian celebrants were unaware of how much time they
spent locked together in their obscene tableau, filling the room with
desperate gasps and the lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-filled
orifices. And at the center of it all was the lovely, previously
innocent Angela. Never before in her whole life had the blonde wife
been so filled. Her whole nether region was stuffed with cock, her face
buried against Sylvia’s ripe buttocks. How would it all end? she
wondered. How would it feel when those massive threatening penises
began to spew their hot loads up into her totally receptive body?
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a choked moan ahead as Sylvia
began to climax, driven to a wild frenzy by Jack’s furiously lapping
tongue, her hot pussy juices gushing down over the groaning man’s
upraised face. Angela could feel the older woman’s buttocks jerking and
trembling against her cheek, spasming in primordial release, and then
Sylvia was gone, collapsing forward onto the rug in a moaning heap.

Filled with a strange vigor from her dark-haired friend’s powerful
orgasm, the wildly aroused young wife crashed back against the two
cocks behind, her lascivious wigglings finally pushing Hans over the
edge so that all at once the big dog began emptying his animal sperm
far up into the hot clutching depths of her quivering belly. The hard
hot jets seemed to touch off some delicate trigger inside the already
half-maddened blonde wife.

“Oh God, fill me, lovers,” she cried out. “Fill me with your wonderful
cum.” Angela jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times,
wantonly drawing the milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal
muscles, finally making it give up in weary exhaustion, all the fife
drained from it. As the German shepherd’s shrinking scarlet member
flopped uselessly from the tight little pucker of her anus, the young
blonde now found herself alone with her husband, his the only lust-
engorged penis still invading her wildly aroused body. Knowing that her
own orgasm was only seconds away, the sex-crazed wife began to raise
her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all of her
husband’s thickly gleaming penis slid out of her streaming pussy before
she crashed heavily back down again, as if to drive the huge pleasure-
giving shaft all the way through her body.

“I-I’m cumming, Jack … cumming … cummm … Aaaaahhhhh …”

The tired young husband smiled up as his beautiful blonde wife sobbed
out her passion above. “I’ve been saving something for you,” he said
with tender glee, and then his own sperm shot up from the sanctuary of
his balls to race the length of his pistoning cock before finally
mingling far up inside his wife’s churning vagina with her own gushing
cuntal secretions. For endless moments the young married couple
strained together in final bliss, joined by the hot fife-giving cum
that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. When it was over, and
they lay still at last, their arms remained locked around one another
in loving embrace as they were finally joined together in mutually
shared bliss. They might have stayed that way longer if they had not
been aroused by a wry chuckle.

“Never figured myself for a matchmaker,” Sylvia said. But what the
hell, I couldn’t have my only neighbors at each other’s throats. Don’t
you think it’s better to have … good community relations?” and she
laughed again, moving a little nearer to the now smiling couple. Warmly
they opened their arms to her, but before she slipped into the loving
embrace, the beautiful brunette looked back over her shoulder.

“Hans! Come and join us, boy. I think we’ve just started a new
commune.” And the big German shepherd came bounding over with a happy
yelp of joy.

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