DOG DAY AFTERNOONS
By The Author


Foreword

Kim's body seemed to swell with the sense of fear mixed with passion.
She knelt down in front of the cage.
"C'mere, Roger," she whispered.
The large, well-groomed, standard-sized black poodle sniffed at the wire gate, and then
wagged his tail as Kim lifted the gate to release him.
Immediately, the dog sniffed at her crotch, which was exactly what Kim expected of the
big, perverse animal.
For a change, she didn't push him away.
Instead, her hands shaking, she pulled down her panties and sat down, her back leaning
against the wall.
Roger followed her, still sniffing, and then he started to lick her swollen petals of
passion meat.
"Oh, yeah, Roger, yeah!" she said. "Good dog."
Roger's tail wagged harder at the compliment, and his tongue slurped over Kim's pussy.
If George, her own husband, didn't want her, Kim decided maybe the animals would.
And she was right.
Her toes curled under as she felt the first spasms of her orgasm rippling through her...


Chapter 1

"I should have known better than to marry you!"
"Umph!" George grunted, pounding his pillow.
"I mean, just the names!"
The bed bounced, as George curled over onto his side.
"Kimberly Kimble!" Kim muttered under her breath. "Whoever heard of such a name?
Kimberly Kimble!"
"Kim, will you let me get some sleep?"
"How about me? Don't I count?"
"Go to sleep!" George exclaimed, pounding his pillow to emphasize his request.
"How can I?"
"Ohhhh!" George groaned, rolling over onto his back. He looked balefully at his wife.
Kim's eyes welled up with tears. She had large blue eyes, and right now they looked like
finely polished Lapis Lazuli.
"You don't love me any more," she said, mournfully.
"I do love you! I'm tired and I want to sleep! I've had a long, hard day."
"What do you think I've had!" Kim exclaimed, turning wrathfully to glare at her
husband of five years.
"Minding animals is nothing compared to working on the stock exchange," George
said.
"I think I'll divorce you," Kim said.
George sat up in bed, staring at his gorgeous wife with some disbelief.
"Why?"
"Because you don't give me any nookie any more!"
George cursed under his breath, and plopped his head back down on the pillow.
"Fine lot of thanks I get for working my fingers to the bone to keep you in the style I
accustomed you to!"
"You're full of shit," Kim said. "I lived much better before I got married."
"How?" George asked, getting red in the face as he sat up again.
"How? You ask me how? I got laid a hell of a lot more, that's how! And occasionally
my dates were good for dinner on the town, or a movie, or a play. What do I get from
you? Nothing!"
"You get house money, and you have charge cards!" George growled.
"And no nookie!"
Kim, who had been sitting up, her knees bent up to her luscious breasts, lay down
beside her husband.
Her hand crept underneath her gown, and she started to rub her pussy meat. It was hot
She looked over at her husband, and then down at the mound her hand made on the
sheet.
She couldn't believe it! Here she was, with a perfectly good husband lying beside her,
his broad back turned to her, and she was frigging herself.
"I'm going to get a cicisbeo," she said, rubbing her pussy softly.
George turned and looked at her again – at her face, Kim noted. She rubbed a little
more vigorously over her pussy mound, hoping George would notice.
"A what?" George said.
"A cicisbeo."
"What in hell is that?" George demanded, not even noticing the small moving mound
made by his wife's frigging hand.
"That's an Italian word for lover. I read it in Victoria Holt's latest book."
"Those fucking romances of yours."
"That's all the romance I get!" Kim yelled, causing George to wince.
"Cicisbeo," George muttered, curling up again.
"I mean it, George," Kim said, resting her now sweating palm on her swollen pink
passion meat.
"You can't get alimony for adultery," George muttered.
"I can sure get it for lack of consortium!" Kim said.
"Kim, why don't you stop reading so much? I'm a normal man and you should be a
normal woman."
"I am normal, and I'm horny!" Kim said, removing her hand from her cunt and rolling
over to sniffle quietly in the pillow.
"Honey, I gave it to you last night."
"What about tonight?" Kim muttered.
"I'm fucking tired! I just put in a twelve-hour day!"
"George, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to frig myself."
"Go right ahead," George mumbled, causing the bed to bounce, as he tried to assume a
more comfortable posture.
Kim was startled and she sat up again.
"You don't mind?"
"No, why should I?"
"And you call yourself a man!"
George sat bolt upright again, his eyes flashing with anger and frustration.
"That's right – a man! And when some over-endowed secretary comes into my office
flashing her cleavage, and I get a hard-on, I remember that I'm a married man, and I go
to the john and beat off!"
He had emphasized the word, "married." Kim looked at him, astounded.
"You mean you've never cheated on me?"
"No, dammit, now for chrissakes will you go to sleep?"
"I can't sleep. I'm horny."
"Jesus H. Fucking Christ!" George bellowed. He leaped out of the bed, and his bare
heels hit the floor with singular force, as he walked into the bathroom.
He left the door open, and Kim could see, in the full-length mirror, his back, as he
peed. She heard the tinkle of the water, and then heard the toilet flush.
On any other night, those sounds might have been intimate, companionable and
reassuring in their familiarity. Tonight they were just vulgar noises, and she resented
her husband.
George padded back to bed, and once more it bounced, as he got into it. He was a big
man, without a spare inch of flesh on him. He was six feet four inches tall, and he
worked out five days a week on his lunch hour, keeping the muscle on his body hard
and packed.
For a tall man, he was also exceedingly well-endowed.
Kim had learned during her active, pre-marital sex life, that shorter men tended to have
larger cocks – at least, that had been her experience. But George was the exception to
the rule of her experience.
His cock was nine and a half inches long, and George knew how to use his fuck muscle
well.
The only problem with George was that he didn't use it enough!
She lay beside him, feeling the warmth of his powerful body wafting over her. After a
while, his body settled, and she knew that he had fallen asleep. His breathing became
deep and regular. The sound of his breathing drove her crazy. She rolled over and
pressed her tits against his back, pressing her muff against his powerful, rounded ass.
Her pussy cream flowed heavily from her forlorn little snatch, and stained the soft inner
flesh of her thighs.
As she rubbed her breasts against George's back, she felt her nipples puckering.
Then he started to snore.
George did snore, but it. was a nice snore. His snores made a soft rumble in the depths
of his throat, almost like the purring of a big cat, like a lion or a panther, Kim thought.
She liked the soft rumble, when she woke up in the middle Of the night, liked the
feeling of his large, heavy body next to hers.
Tonight, all of what she usually liked annoyed her.
She tickled the thick curls at the base of his neck. One of his snores caught in the
middle, and his head twitched.
Kim smiled, and then moved slightly away from George's back. She traced the line of
his spine down to the elastic waistband of his pajamas, then moved her finger behind it,
until she reached the top of his ass crack.
George's snore rumbled again, and his hand reached around. Kim giggled as she
watched him scratch, and then the bed bounced, as he moved over onto his back.
He stopped snoring and his breath moved his chest up and down. Kim cautiously
moved her hand to his crotch, and felt his massive meat.
George granted, and curled right over on his side again.
Kim sighed and gave up. She lay beside him, listening to the soft rumble starting all
over again. She felt lonely, and irritable.
Then she sat up and removed her nightgown, throwing it on the floor. She lay back
down again, and started to caress her breasts. Her breathing became feathery, erratic as
she felt the hot excitement coursing through her.
She closed her eyes, trying to remember George's hands palming her tits, but the reality
of George snoring beside her made the image fade.
She kept palming her tits, and pinching her nipples, getting hotter and hotter with her
own teasing hands.
She moved' her hands softly over her flat belly, and her flesh literally jumped where her
sweating palm made contact.
Her heart started to beat like a trip hammer, and she began to perspire. She could feel
her juices rolling heavily from her aroused pussy, felt the delicious tickle as they oozed
down her ass crack to make a warm pool on the bed beneath her round, delicious buns.
The tips of her questing fingers became tangled in her thick, curly pubic pelt. She
pulled on the hairs a little, shivering with pleasure as she felt the slight sting as some of
the hairs were pulled from her plump love mound.
She moved her fingers down, and then softly traced the curved line of her cunt cleft.
Her pussy meat was so bloated with passion that the delicate pink flaps of flesh peeked
from between her plump white outer lips.
She shivered, and then gasped, as she started to rub up and down steadily. The pressure
of her finger increased, and she pushed inward, until she felt the creamy-wet, smooth
inner crevices of her pussy.
Up and down she rubbed, getting herself more and more excited. Her hips started to
undulate, moving up and down with a subtle motion, as she became more and more
aroused.
She slid her forefinger into her honeyed hole, and felt her cuntal walls clamping around
her prying digit.
She clenched her teeth together, and felt the heat building in the depths of her pussy.
She pumped back and forth, rubbing her itching, aching pussy walls until the honey of
her desire flowed more and more freely.
Then she removed her forefinger and inserted two fingers into her twat. The pressure
increased, and she bent her knees up, spreading her thighs wide.
The new position caused her swollen pussy meat to flower outward, making it more
exposed to the stimulation of her hands.
With her free hand, she caressed her pussy meat, as her other two fingers pumped in
and out of her hot little hole.
Her fingers were dripping with the thick, warm syrup which flowed from her
overheated cunt, and her hips started to buck upward with increasing frenzy.
She could feel the rippling of her sex flesh as she stimulated it. Her hand moved faster
and faster, as her sexual excitement built.
She felt a delicious pre-orgasmic tension build in her lithe, trembling body, gripping her
muscles, and making them contract.
She moved the finger of her hand to her clitoris. Her little love button was already hard,
and inflamed. It had slid out of its fleshy nest, and as she circled it with her finger, it
tingled with erotic upheaval. Her little love button seemed to be electrified.
It sent shards of fleshy pleasure shooting through her.
She grunted, as she felt the first spasms of her orgasm shooting through her. Her two
fingers of her right hand pumped in and out of her cunt faster and harder, and her left
hand, rubbing her clitoris and the swollen, throbbing folds of passion meat became a
blur of motion.
Then she clenched her teeth together to quell the cry of bliss, as her orgasm shot
through her. Her body writhed wildly on the bed, her hips bucking up and down, as
she felt her orgasm peak.
The sweet convulsions seemed to grip her entire torso. The sweet agony of her sexual
release cramped her cunt, and caused a hot gush of pussy fluid to coat the pumping
fingers of her right hand.
With a wild shudder, she felt her orgasm peak, and then start to fade away. When the
fast sweet spasm had died away, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked
them.
She lay beside George for a moment, and felt her rancor increase. She had no doubt
that George would deprive her of alimony if she committed adultery and he caught her
at it.
George was a very capable man.
So was Kim a very capable woman in her own right.
Under any other circumstances, Kim was sure that she would have found George's
admission about masturbating rather endearing. And she knew enough about him to
know that he was telling the truth when he said he had never been unfaithful to her.
George was like that – steady, loyal, faithful, and dependable. She would rather that he
had been a little less steady, loyal, faithful and dependable, and a little more randy.
Her pussy still tingled. She wanted more. Frigging herself was never enough. When she
wanted George, only George could quell the tempest in her twat.
She curled up and went to sleep. Maybe she could convince him in the morning when
he had a piss hard-on, that she needed it.
But in the morning, George was up before her.
Dear George! She loved her husband. If he got up first, he made breakfast. If she got up
first, it was her chore.
On this particular morning, when she wanted to get up first, he had been up before her.
She could smell the coffee, and she salivated when the fragrance of frying bacon
reached her nostrils.
Reluctantly, she got out of the bed, and trudged down to the kitchen, stark naked.
George didn't bat an eye. He turned around from the stove, where he was cooking,
grinned at her in that maddening-endearing way he had, and then gave her a big, juicy,
and thoroughly asexual kiss.
"Morning, pet," he said, gently pinching one of her nipples.
Kim glared at him, trying very hard to maintain her anger.
"Get the plates, will you?" George asked.
She padded over to the cupboard, and pulled out plates, cups, and then rummaging in a
drawer very noisily, got flatware, which she put on the table.
Then she sat down at the table, and let George serve her.
George sat down opposite her, and started to eat. He was companionably quiet in the
morning, as a rule. Quiet, but pleasant.
Loreen's husband was a bear! Already Kim could hear the raised voices from the house
which was a good two hundred yards from theirs, separated by a generous lawn and a
hedge.
Almost every morning of the year, Loreen and Tom had a battle royal in the morning.
And almost every morning of the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, at about
ten-thirty, Loreen would get a phone call from her hubby, making up the quarrel which
usually sent him catapulting out of the house in a dead white heat. He would slam the
front door of the house, slam the door of his car, and leave rubber when he backed out
of the driveway.
Kim's full, ripe mouth was set in a gentle pout as she stared at her husband, ignoring
the perfectly cooked bacon and eggs he had put on her plate, and the golden toast,
which he had buttered carefully, so that it glistened.
George, suddenly aware of the mental vibrations his wife was throwing off, looked up,
his fork part-way to his mouth.
"What?" he asked, his eyes crinkling up in amusement. George had marvelous laugh
crinkles at the comers of his eyes, which were as blue as his wife's. Irish eyes, Kim
noted, watching them dance with the friendly smile.
"I'm still horny," Kim said, folding her hands in her naked lap. She could feel her hot
cream pouring steadily, lavishly from her cunt, staining the oaken seat of the kitchen
chair.
George laughed, shook his head, and finished the gesture of putting the fork in his
mouth.
"Why don't you give up the kennel and find some more demanding work to do?"
George asked.
"Why?"
"Because you think too much about sex," George pontificated.
"Too much! What's marriage all about?" Kim exclaimed. She was close to tears again,
and when that happened, two dimples appeared, one on each side of her mouth, just
below the usually up-turned comers.
George had always loved those two dimples. They showed just before she smiled, too.
Kim really wasn't one to use tears as a weapon. He looked at her and sighed.
"Marriage is for loving and cherishing in sickness and in health, for better and worse,"
he said, growing aggravated again, at his wife's insistence. "I never heard anything in
the marriage vows that said I had to act like a prime stud every single day of the year!"
"I don't want you to be a prime stud!" Kim said. "I just want my nookie."
"Kim!" George expostulated. "Every single day?"
"Well, yes," Kim said.
George placed his knife and fork on his plate, pushed his chair back, and stood up. He
stalked over to his wife, pulled her naked body out of the chair, and shook her, firmly,
but without hurting her.
"Kim, you're crazy! You're acting like a fucking teenager! Now stop it!"
George sat her back down on the chair just as firmly as he had pulled her out of it, and
then left the kitchen.
A few moments later, she could hear his pleasing baritone voice, as he sang in the
shower. He was singing something from Fleetwood Mac. That meant he was mad.
When he was happy, he usually sang arias from Verdia or Wagner. He wasn't so good
with the Wagner, although his voice was true, but he really could do a number with
Verdi, especially "Celesti Aida."
"He didn't even get horny because I was naked!" Kim said, staring straight ahead.
The dogs in the kennels outside – the bigger dogs – started to set up a row. Kim
looked at the clock.
Eight-thirty in suburbia, New York.
The Olsen's door slammed resoundingly, and a few moments later, so did Tom Olsen's
car door.
She winced when she heard the screech of the leather. Tom had to replace his rear tires
at least twice a year.
It was time to feed the animals.
She got up and went to the bedroom. George had showered, as usual, with the door
open, and the bedroom was filled with steam which was fragrant with the smell of soap.
He was almost dressed.
She slid into a pair of jeans, and then threw a T-shirt over her breasts. Her nipples were
still puckered with desire, and the crotch of the jeans rapidly became soggy with her
come cream.
George finished adjusting the knot on his tie, and then pulled his jacket off the hanger
and slipped into it.
"'Bye, honey. Have a good day," George said, kissing her again in that generous, moist
way he had.
"S'long, lover," Kim said wryly, as she sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on a pair
of loafers.
"Hey!" George said, reprovingly. He was looking straight at her, and he was angry,
distressed.
"I can't help it!" Kim wailed, reaching up and curling her arms around her husband's
neck, pressing her face against the fragrantly clean cotton shirt, which she had washed,
starched, and ironed herself – just because she loved doing it.
His arms went around her, and he hugged her, but it might just as well have been the
hug of a fond brother.
"Kim, for God's sake, grow up, huh?"
He. patted her behind and disengaged himself from her arms.
"See you about six," he said.
She heard his footsteps going down the stairs, heard the door close quietly, and then a
moment later, she heard his car starting up.
She stormed downstairs, and out into the back yard.
Kim had set up a kennel service. This idea had occurred to George during one of her
recurring restless periods.
George didn't really want her to work, but he was more than willing to concede that
she was an exceptionally bright woman with a good business head on her shoulders,
and that she shouldn't be idle.
He had suggested some kind of a business at home. Kim was excellent with animals,
and when she had asked him what, two cats which she was minding gave George the
answer.
"Open a kennel. God knows we've got the room! And you're damned good with
animals."
And so it had happened. Kim had thought it was a good idea, and it certainly gave her
extra money.
George wouldn't hear of her doing anything with the money but putting it into her
own private savings account, which she did.
The kennel was called, "Mrs. Kimble's Kennels," and it had caught on immediately.
She grabbed a pail, and filled it with dog food and went out into the back yard, where
the animals were all in comfortable cages which suited their size.
"Nice day, huh?"
Kim turned, as she approached the first kennel, which contained Roger, a standardsized, 
highly pedigreed poodle.
"Oh, hi, Loreen," Kim replied "What'sa matter, baby?" Loreen said, sliding through the
hole in the hedge made by the constant going back and forth of the Olsens and the
Kimbles.
"Nothing. The usual. George is too tired!"
Loreen laughed.
"I think you get it more than I do," Loreen said.
Kim lifted the door of Roger's cage, without thinking, and then she gasped and jumped
backward.
Roger may have been a good show dog, but his CD points were virtually nil. Roger was
a chronic crotch-sniffer, and his owners never, apparently, cared enough about the
animal, to house-train him.
In a ring, Roger was great, but he peed on floors, and he dove for any crotch he could
find.
"I'm so horny, that even felt good!" Kim said.
"Why not?" Loreen said. "Nora Raymond does it."
"Does what?" Kim asked, as she poured kibbled food into Roger's food dish.
"She makes it with her dog," Loreen said.
Kim was suddenly arrested by the thought, and she turned to stare at Loreen, her
expression unfathomable.


Chapter 2

"What a disgusting idea," Kim said, in a mild tone of voice.
"Actually, if you want to know the truth, I think it's kind of titillating myself. When
Tom decides he has a headache, or he's not in a mood, I frequently think about it."
In her heart of hearts, Kim hadn't found the idea disgusting at all. It had actually
intrigued her.
And it wasn't that she was unfamiliar with the concept of bestiality. Nora Raymond
wasn't the only woman Kim had heard about who used animals to satisfy herself. Kim
also knew that some women did it, not because they were sexually starved, as Kim
thought she was, but because they just plain liked the idea!
"Does she actually let her dog fuck her?" Kim asked.
"Nah, a Lasha Apso's too small. She says a German Shepherd or a Great Dane is better
for fucking, but she has Tiki lick her till she comes."
"You mean you actually find the idea appealing?"
"Don't you?" Loreen said, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, really! All social mores
notwithstanding."
Loreen gasped and giggled.
Kim had gone to the next cage, which contained two Siamese cats. She had left Roger's
gate open, Roger being too occupied with eating, she thought, to be concerned with
crotches.
But Roger, having assuaged the initial pangs of his hunger, had gone for Loreen's
crotch.
Loreen didn't move, and Roger really snuffled around in Loreen's loins.
"He must smell my period," Loreen said.
"I don't have mine, but he aimed for my cunt, too," Kim said. "Let's go in and have
,coffee." "Sure. But I have to..."
"Be back for your ten-thirty phone call – I know!" Kim laughed.
Kim and Loreen had coffee, and then Loreen left to get her phone call from Tom,
leaving Kim to finish her work.
This consisted of cleaning out the cages, and then letting the animals out a few at a
time, to exercise in the huge yard. The hedges were thick enough so that they couldn't
get through them, and she watched carefully while they ran off their steam and played
together.
Roger was friendly with a mongrel named Tippy, who belonged to the young new boy
down the street, now away at school. His parents had taken a winter cruise, and left the
dog with Kim.
Roger played' with Tippy, raced with him, fought with him, until both of them were
panting.
Then Kim put them back in their cages, and released two more animals. She was good
at sizing up animals, seeing who would get along with whom. Letting animals play
together was a better way to exercise them than walking them around and around. For
one thing, their exercise was apt to be more vigorous. For another thing, animals
without their owners pined just as humans do when a loved one leaves, and the
distraction of another companion kept their morale up.
Then she let the cats out to play. They loved rolling in the grass, and Kim threw them a
catnip ball with a bell in it. When they had had their fun, she put them back in the
cage where they stayed together, and then she went into the house.
She wished she had a dildo. She wanted to fuck, and she wanted it badly. She was just
in one of those really randy moods, where she could have had sex non-stop for a long
time. It seemed to Kim that the older she got the randier she got.
And the more they were married, the less George seemed to be interested in sex. His
love for her went without question, but his desire left a great deal to be desired, Kim
thought, ironically. She had read in one of the sex manuals she had picked up, that
women get homier as they get older, and men get less horny.
The idea didn't appeal to her at all!
She finished the breakfast dishes, all the time thinking of the masturbation session she
was going to have with herself, when she went up to her bedroom.
And every time she thought of frigging herself, she thought of Roger. She wondered if
Roger could lick her pussy till she came. He certainly liked the smell of crotches!
She kept trying to put the idea out of her head, and she couldn't. And Loreen's tacit
approval of the idea, the knowledge that Nora was blatant about what she let her dog,
Tiki, do, made the idea seem more and more appealing.
Having finished the dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen, she walked toward the back
door leading to the kennels. She paused with her hand on the knob.
"I'm a hypocrite," she said, remembering her response to Loreen. Loreen hadn't pulled
Roger's long snout away from her crotch. She had giggled, and let him snuffle around.
She had even said she liked the idea.
The plain fact of the matter was that Kim liked the idea, too!
"What would George think?" she muttered to herself.
She thought of her square, kind, loving, conventionally faithful husband, and her
meager average of sexual encounters with him.
Once this week, not at all the week before, once the week before that, and the week
before that, she had actually got it twice in a period of twenty-four hours.
And that, Kim realized, was because she had awakened before George, who had fucked
her royally the night before, and she had taken his semi-hard prick eagerly into her
mouth, making it hard, and then sitting on it, before George was completely awake.
George was always fuzzy, if pleasant in the morning.
"Fuck George!" she yelled to the four walls of the gleaming kitchen. "She swung the
door open, and then walked out into the yard.
Trembling with fear, a sense of guilt, and a weird excitement, she stooped down before
Roger's cage.
The friendly animal moved toward her, wagging its tail. She saw it press its black snout
against the wire which covered the sides of the cage. A shiver of bizarre excitement
coursed through her, and her spine felt as if it were electrified. The skin on her back
prickled with the sense of lawlessness she felt.
"No!" she muttered to herself, standing up abruptly. "I can't do it."
She turned and walked back into her house. She felt miserable. She was an extremely
efficient housekeeper, and there wasn't much to keep her occupied.
She picked up the current book she was reading, but her hot, demanding pussy refused
to allow her the concentration she needed. Kim was a voracious and omnivorous
reader.
She had just finished a silly romance by Nora Lofts, and this book was by a lawyer,
describing what was wrong with lawyers. That was where she had picked up the word,
"consortium." He had been discussing a damages case brought by the husband of a
woman who had been severely injured in an accident, and who couldn't service him
sexually for almost a year.
Kim had decided early on as she read the case that she didn't like the lawyer, or the
husband.
She slammed the book down and went out to the kitchen, deciding to make herself
more coffee. On the way, she passed through the dining room, and there, on the
credenza was exactly what she was looking for!
She grinned and plucked the plump white candle out of its crystal holder, and took it
with her.
She put the coffee on, intending to let it perk, while she went up to the bedroom and
got her rocks off, but she heard a wild burst of feminine laughter coming from Loreen's
kitchen.
Curious, she hesitated for a moment, looking through the picture window which graced
the kitchen on that side of the house, at the open windows of Loreen's house.
She was still staring at the Olsen house, wondering if she wanted to go over and catch
up on the latest neighborhood gossip, when Loreen's back door opened. Loreen
emerged with Nora!
The two of them strode across the spacious lawn, came to the hedge, and stepped
through it.
Nora had to be, to put it charitably, the most unconventional of all the unconventional
women in the neighborhood, and she was always good for a laugh, if nothing else –
and Nora always had plenty of "elses" stored up in her head, which she dangled readily
on the tip of her tongue, and then dropped.
Hastily, Kim plugged in the coffee pot, and then pulled a cake out of the refrigerator,
setting it on the table.
"Hi! I just knew you were coming," Kim said, always cordial.
"Never mind the cake – oh! Is that your lemon one?"
"Yup. Made it yesterday," Kim said.
"I'll have a piece later. I wanna see this dog you got that sniffs crotches," Nora said, in
her almost libidinous drawl.
"I told her I told you about her Lasha Apso," Loreen said. Loreen's face was flushed, as
was Nora's.
"He-he's out here," Kim said, frowning slightly.
She headed toward the door. Nora was still standing in it.
"Bring him in here, honey. Loreen's interested, and maybe you will be, too. You really
have a golden opportunity with your little business. I'm surprised I never thought of it
before."
"What opportunity."
"Bring the damned dog in. Mmmm! Do I smell coffee?"
"It'll be ready in a minute," Kim said. Her hands had turned to ice, when she went out
to the cage which held Roger, and let him out. The other dogs set up a row of protest at
Roger's angular special treatment. The cats were indifferent. They were curled up
tightly together in the sunny comer of their clean cage, sleeping.
Nora, still standing on the back porch, turned around and crouched down as Roger
romped around the yard a few times, his tongue wagging.
She made a few kissing noises, and then snapped her fingers.
"C'mere, Rover," she said.
"Roger," Kim corrected.
Roger made a bee-line for Nora, whose thighs were slightly spread in her crouched
down position.
Loreen and Nora laughed as the dog pushed his snout right into Nora's crotch.
Knocked off balance, Nora went down, her legs splayed. Roger just nuzzled right into
Nora's love mound, his tail wagging furiously.
"He's got real promise! Usually you have to train them," Nora said.
Kim felt slightly short of breath, as she walked up the stairs. Nora had taken Roger by
his collar, and led him into the kitchen. Her pussy was still inflamed.
The candle she realized with a start, was still on the kitchen table.
Neither woman seemed to notice it, and Nora pushed it under the plate containing the
cake, not knowing what else to do with it.
"I hope you don't object to a little nudity," Nora said to Kim.
"I don't think so. What do you have in mind?"
"Loreen said she was interested in how to do it with dogs, so I thought I'd show her. I
suppose you won't mind watching either," Nora said.
Without any more ado, Nora lowered her jeans. She wasn't wearing any panties under
them, and her fiery-red pussy hair glistened in the late morning sunshine.
Loreen's face got more flushed, and Kim felt her own face getting hotter.
"You're a card, Nora – a real card!" Loreen said, licking her lips, her laughter breathy.
"Well, if our remiss husbands don't give it to us, we have to get it from somewhere,
right?"
"Right!" Kim said in unison with Loreen.
Both women sat down, pulling the kitchen chairs around, so that they were facing
Nora. The dog at the moment was sniffing at the table, his snout pointed right at the
cake.
Nora spread her legs and her pussy meat flowered outward. Just the sight of her pussy
meat turned Kim on even more. She had. thought seriously about making it with some
of the women in the neighborhood, who frequently made it with each other, if they
didn't have lovers, but she had never got up the gumption to 'ask anyone.
Now, watching Nora's pussy, she felt her own tingling wildly. Her clitoris popped out
of its fleshy sheath and rubbed against the tight crotch of her jeans.
The crotch of her jeans was slimy with the come cream which had flowed steadily from
her pussy since she had put them on.
"C'mere, doggie!" Nora said, in her friendliest voice.
Wagging his tail, the dog came around to Nora, and sniffed again at her crotch, digging
his cold, wet snout right into the hot, pink pussy meat.
"Oooh!" Nora grunted.
Kim squeezed her cunt muscles together.
She could almost feel, vicariously, the cold contact of the dog's nose against her own
pussy.
But Roger was more interested, apparently, in the cake.
He moved away from her crotch, and rested the edge of his jaw against the table, his
nostrils flaring as he sniffed the cake.
"Shall I remove that?" Kim asked.
"Nope. I can use it."
Nora reached over, and pulled a piece of the cake off the comer, and then rubbed it on
her pussy meat, after passing it beneath Roger's nose.
Roger, naturally followed the cake, and wound up between her legs again. He sniffed at
her pussy, and then licked, a big, flat-tongued slurpy, noisy lick.
Nora moaned again, and a hot gush of pussy fluid flowed from Kim's cunt, as she
watched Nora feed the dog the remnants of the cake on her fingers, and encourage him
with the words, "Good dog!"
Roger got the hint immediately, and moved back to Nora's pussy, after he had finished
licking Nora's fingers.
Nora picked another piece of cake off the comer and held it above Roger's head, as the
dog, still wagging his tail furiously, slurped up and down over Nora's pussy.
"Ohh, nice," Nora said. She looked up, her eyes feverish with sexual excitement and
smiled hotly at the two women.
"See how easy it is?"
"What if he bites?" Kim asked, doubtful. "Dogs have instincts, just like cats do. A cat is
a little harder to train, but I had a gray Persian once with the sweetest little tongueunh!"
"What instincts?" Kim asked.
But Nora, being steadily licked by Roger, had ceased answering. Her eyes were closed,
and Roger, Kim noted, was licking furiously at the woman's pussy.
As Kim watched, her . own pussy in a turmoil, Roger concentrated fiercely on Nora's
pussy. His tongue made wet slurping noises, as he covered every single inch of her
cunt, continuing to lick up the juices which Kim could see oozing from the woman's
pussy.
Nora was panting, and her thighs, spread wide apart, were trembling with a growing
pre-orgasmic tension.
Then her breath became short, and it whistled from her passion-constricted throat in
sharp little puffs.
As the lust-besotted Kim watched, Nora's slender ass cheeks dimpled, as her ass
muscles clenched together.
Kim's heart raced, as she watched Nora having an orgasm, as Roger continued to slurp
up and down on Nora's pussy. Nora's face flushed, and a gleaming patina of sex sweat
showed on her lovely features.
Nora grunted, and came down slowly, Roger still licking at her. She pushed the dog's
face away, and then let him have the cake she had in her hand.
"Whew!" she said, recovering from her orgasm. "See how easy it is?"
"Nora, isn't that, unh, a little perverted?"
"Shit, sweetie!" Nora laughed in response to Kim's question, "so's sucking your
husband's cock, or taking it up the ass. So what?"
Loreen giggled nervously and repeated Kim's question, which Nora didn't answer due
to her impending orgasm.
"Don't they bite?" she asked.
"No, animals groom each other, and they sort of sense what's to be nibbled and what's
to be licked. Ever see an animal bite its own genitals? He licks! He may bite his fur, and
that's why you have to pull the animal away from your pussy when you finish coming,
because they may nibble on your pussy hairs. They don't bite the skin, but if they catch
some of the flesh between their teeth, it hurts," Nora explained.
"Kim?" Loreen said.
"Huh?" Kim asked, feeling stupid, and a little numb with either shock or just total
arousal.
"Would you – umm, would you hate me if I...?"
Loreen was indicating Roger, who was still trying to get into Nora's crotch.
"No! No!"
Loreen looked at Kim.
"Are you...?"
"M-might as well," Kim said. Then she giggled. The giggle was part relief, and part
excitement.
"God!" she gasped. "What would George say?"
"Or Tom?" Loreen added.
"Fred wouldn't give a slimy shit!" Nora said.
Loreen stood up and pulled up her skirt She was wearing panties, and she fumbled with
them in her excitement, as she pulled them down and stepped out of them.
Then she sat back down in the chair, her butt well forward so that her pussy was
available to the dog's questing tongue.
"C'mere, doggie," Loreen said, snapping her fingers, as she spread her thighs wide.
The dog bounded over to Loreen, and then sniffed into her crotch.
"Aieee!" Loreen gasped, stiffening as she felt the cold nose of the dog in her pussy. The
dog started to lick. Her pussy meat was already swollen, and it glistened with her pussy
cream.
"Ohh," she gasped, as the dog flattened out its tongue, and started to systematically lap
up the juices coating her pink passion meat.
Kim was shaking like a leaf, as she watched Loreen writhing while the dog licked at her
pussy. She noticed that as Loreen's hot little hole flowed with her lusty juices, the dog
concentrated on that, and then slurped upward until the tip of his tongue flicked
against her clitoris.
"How does it feel, Loreen?" Kim asked, in a doubtful tone of voice.
"G-good, umm, fantastic!" Loreen said, her voice guttural with the raging passion which
was beginning to make her body shake. "Shit, it's better than Tom!" she gasped, as
Roger continued to wag his tail and slurp at Loreen's twat.
Kim's hand went to her own overheated twat. She started to rub up and down. Nora
was also staring at the scene, still bare from the waist down. Her pussy lips glistened
with the liquid of her lust, and her eyes were glazed.
"Shit, I never knew how good it looked. We should start a new business together,"
Nora said.
"What kind of business," Kim asked, still staring at Lorene writhing in her chair.
"We could take pictures of this and sell 'em for nifty money."
Kim stopped rubbing her moist crotch, and stared at Nora, shocked.
"I wouldn't dare!" Kim gasped.
Loreen's breath was getting harsh and irregular. Her hips were squirming on the chair,
and she had spread her legs very wide.
Her toes curled under, and her legs stiffened, as she bucked her muff against Roger's
rapidly-licking tongue. Kim felt her own toes curling under. She had to get off, and she
no longer cared if she satisfied her curiosity about the dog.
If Loreen and Nora could do it, why couldn't she.
"You know what Taylor uses?" Nora said, her voice husky.
Taylor lived on Fayette Street, two blocks away. Her husband was retired. When Taylor
had married him, it had been a love match, although he had been twenty years older
than she.
But age and illness had turned her husband into an impotent man. Taylor still loved
him and wouldn't divorce him. She was famous for her afternoon coffee klatches at
which she and her girl friends would have lesbian orgies while her husband spend his
standard four hours at his club.
"Taylor does it?" Kim gasped.
Loreen was moaning, and the wet, slurping noises of Roger's tongue as he licked up
and down on Loreen's pussy, were getting more intense, since Loreen's come cream was
flowing more lavishly.
"She does it with snakes," Nora said.
"Arrgghhh!" Loreen bellowed. Her body arched straight up, so that she was braced
against the chair only by the back of her thighs and her shoulders. She trembled as if
she had been shot through with electricity, and Kim's spine crawled.
Loreen writhed noisily in the throes of her orgasm, and finally, her body relaxed, her
come-wet ass cheeks slapping with a noisy, moist-sounding plop on the wooden seat.
She lay there for a while, while Roger continued to lick and slurp at her pussy. Then
Loreen let out a high-pitched "Yeek!"
Nora laughed, as Loreen pushed the dog's head away.
"I told you to push him away. Once he cleans up the come cream, he's going to go for
your fur."
The dog had, indeed, licked up the last of Loreen's come cream, and then his mouth
had sniffed at her pussy fur, which he decided, doggy-fashion, needed grooming.
A dog's method of cleaning fur is to bite into it, nibbling in short, sharp little motions
at the base of the fur, moving the mouth upward to the end of the hair, and then
licking in long, swiping movements.
In the process of nibbling at the base of Loreen's pubic pelt, which didn't have the
thick, fluffy undercoat a dog has, he had inadvertently nipped her pussy meat.
"Good doggie!" Loreen said, patting the dog's head.
Kim, thoroughly aroused now, rose from her seat, and pulled down her jeans. Then she
sat down again.
Lust-besotted as she always was, Kim couldn't remember ever feeling quite this wild, or
quite this wanton.
"C'mere, Roger," she said.
Roger, knowing the hand which fed him in the absence of his owners, leaped over to
her, and sniffed at her pussy.
Then Kim felt his cold nose nuzzling at her pussy flesh, felt his warm breath blowing
against her already passion-bloated pussy meat.
Her juices started to flow very heavily, and the knowledge that the two women were
watching, enhanced the wild welter of passion which had surged through her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, slipping forward on her seat, spreading her legs wide, as the
dog's tongue swiped, hot and hard, and moist, at her bloated pussy lips.
She felt the tip of his tongue snaking against her quivering hole, and she felt sharp
spasms of pre-orgasmic excitement ripping through her pussy, as the dog continued to
lick up and down on her pink, throbbing folds of flesh.
She felt the tremor of her incipient climax shooting through her, and she closed her
eyes, her head snapping back, as she started to rock her hips up and down, pressing her
muff hard against the dog's hard-working tongue.
The feeling of his tongue raking over her pussy meat, the tip of his tongue flicking
against her clitoris, shot through her wildly, and even her asshole was on fire as she
started to come.
She had been trembling on the verge of an orgasm for quite some time, and the dog,
the company, the very excitement caused by the anxiety of what she was doing, made
her orgasm absolutely wild!
The orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her weak, and trembling with a
monumental, if bizarre, passion.


Chapter 3

"What do you mean, Taylor uses snakes?" Kim asked, when the three of them had
washed up and Roger had been banished to his cage again.
The three women were sitting around the kitchen table, eating the cake which Kim had
baked, and drinking her very good coffee.
"Well, you know how she feels about Mort," Nora said.
"She loves the guy," Loreen said.
"Right. And she doesn't want to be unfaithful to him, so she has her lezzie parties, and
she uses her cat, Muff, and her pet snake."
"But snakes are slimy!" Loreen protested. "Oh, no they're not!" Nora said. "She let me
feel Mort, Jr., and he was warm and dry, not slimy at all."
"But the tongue is small," Kim protested. "Not the tongue, silly," Nora said, winking
lewdly. "The whole snake."
"Up her cunt?" Loreen gasped.
"What she does is push the head of the snake into her pussy. She had its fangs
removed, but it's not a poisonous snake anyway. The snake squirms around inside your
pussy until you come, and she says the motions of it are better than a prick," Nora
explained.
"Did-did you try it?" Kim asked, now thoroughly curious. It was almost as if the brief
conversation which she and Loreen had carried on that morning had opened a
Pandora's box.
She would expect anything of Nora, but she was surprised to find that Loreen was not
averse to using animals. Nor, she discovered, was she. Even when she had told Loreen
that she thought the idea was disgusting, she had been lying, and she knew it now.
"No, the idea of the snake didn't appeal to me. I'm basically afraid of them."
"But Taylor isn't!"
"Taylor's father was a herpetologist," Kim explained in response to Loreen's remark.
"A what?"
"A man whose specialty is snakes," Kim said.
"Kim, you read too much," Nora said, taking another piece of cake.
"That's what George told me last night," Kim said ruefully.
"What did you say to him?" Loreen asked.
"I told him I'd divorce him for lack of consortium. That's..."
"Oh, that's lack of sexual services," Nora quipped.
"How'd you know that?" Loreen wanted to know.
"I was on jury duty once, and this guy..."
"I know! He was suing someone because his wife was ill or crippled and couldn't fork
over," Kim said.
"Right."
"How'd the jury find?" Loreen asked,.
"I don't know. I told the judge I didn't want to be on the case, and that if the woman
couldn't get her nookie, the guy, if he loved his wife, should cut his off!"
Loreen and Kim laughed.
"So old George isn't forking over, huh?" Nora asked, "He's too tired!" Kim said,
exasperated. She was still thinking of the snake.
"Maybe we should form a sex club," Loreen said. "I only got it once in the last two
weeks!"
"Huh! You're lucky," Nora retorted. "Fred hasn't spoken to me for almost a month, and
that means he hasn't forked over."
"How does he get his?" Kim wanted to know.
"He makes it with his secretary, anyway," Nora said.
"And you let him?" Kim asked with disbelief.
"Why not? I make it with his business partner!" Nora said.
"Then why do you use animals?" Kim asked.
"Because it's fun."
"You know, I like the idea of that snake," Loreen said, shivering enough so that some of
the coffee in her cup spilled.
"Yeah. I wonder if I could do it, though," Kim said.
The women stayed until almost three. Kim, enjoying their company, still managed to
take a roast out of the freezer, and start supper.
Loreen finally took her leave. Nora stayed a while longer. Fred never got home before
eight or nine, and they ate dinner much later.
When Nora finally left, .Kim was alone with her thoughts, and they were strange, to say
the least.
She cleaned up the coffee mess, set the dining room table, and then remembered the
candle, still under the platter on which, the cake was resting. She brought it back to the
dining room, and placed it in the crystal holder, and put it on the table.
She wasn't sure just how she felt For all her masturbatory inclinations, and Kim
masturbated frequently during the day, doing it with a dog, and in the presence of two
other women bothered her.
She felt slightly sullied, and she actually started, and dropped a fork when George came
through the door, and hollered, "Hi, honey, I'm home!"
Usually, that cry, the same. every day of their married life for five years, was the apex of
her day. Today, it was the nadir.
"Hi, George," she said, as he walked out to the kitchen. He had a bouquet of flowers
for her, which made matters worse.
"They're lovely," she said, putting on a bright smile, and kissing George lightly on his
cheek.
"What's the matter?" her loving husband asked, too loving not to notice the difference
in her attitude, no matter how much play-acting she did.
"Oh, nothing. I just have a headache, that's all"
"Want a massage?"
George, Kim soon discovered, was horny. And strangely enough, the idea of making it
with him, after making it with the dog, turned her off. She couldn't quite say why. She
hadn't actually been unfaithful to George, but still... !
She let him hug her, pulling her body hard against his, and she submitted to his kiss.
Against her muff, she felt his hard manhood.
Ordinarily it would have made her pussy cream, but she didn't feel like loving George
on this particular night.
She finally released herself from his embrace, and got the supper.
George, she knew, was watching her all through dinner, as he made light conversation,
telling her about his day at work.
After dinner, she did the dishes. George would want to help her! He kept chattering
while Kim washed and George dried, and when that chore was finished, and the
animals had been fed, there was nothing left to do but face her husband.
That morning, she had appeared, naked, at the kitchen table, wanting nookie. Tonight,
she didn't want him at all.
"Let's go to bed," George said, when she came in from the kennels, after feeding the
animals.
"O.K.," Kim said, rather wanly.
She went up to their bedroom, slipped out of her clothes, and into her nightie and got
into bed.
George was in the bathroom, whistling. She could hear him brushing his teeth, finally,
which was always the last thing he did, and then he got into bed.
He was naked. .
He pulled Kim into his arms, and started to. kiss her. Kim could feel his cock throbbing
against her flannel-covered belly, hard, and hot.
"Not tonight, George. I'm not in the mood," she said.
George's body stiffened somewhat. Kim looked at him guiltily, and saw a look of hurt
in his eyes.
"All right," he said, the hurt turning to anger.
He turned over so that his back was to her again.
Kim lay in the dark bedroom, her eyes staring at the ceiling. George wasn't falling
asleep, either. She knew how he fell asleep, and his body hadn't sagged, nor had his
breathing altered.
Finally, he turned over onto his back, and then turned his head to look at her.
"Are you still angry with me for last night?"
"No," she said.
"Well, what is the matter? You've been acting cold since I walked in the door!"
"I told you, George, I have a headache."
"I never knew a headache to stop you from having sex. In addition to wanting it
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, you want it when you have a cold or a
headache. You think it's a panacea for anything that ails it! You even want it when you
have cramps!"
"Well, it does help cramps!" Kim said, defensively.
As the argument continued, she began to understand how it felt to be in George's
shoes.
She realized that she had never turned George down in all the years of their marriage.
It was usually she who got turned down.
And she suddenly realized that, if George squirmed inside the way she was squirming
now, that he had really had a hard time, given the way she razzed him as she had the
night before!
She acquired a little bit of compassion for George's side of the sex story, but it didn't
make her want him any more.
She finally did fall asleep, when they had both argued themselves into comers, and
when she fell asleep' George was still awake.
It was she who got up first the following morning. She made no attempt to sit on
George's hard cock. She went down and made him his favorite breakfast.
George was as subdued as Kim was, when he came into the kitchen.
"Good morning," he said, kissing her soft cheek.
She smiled wanly at him, and served his breakfast. She had put the flowers on the
kitchen table.
George, who always noticed everything, didn't seem to notice either his breakfast or the
flowers. But every time Kim looked at him, he was looking at her, and she couldn't
quite read his expression.
She spent the morning in a swivet. She fed and cared for the animals, and suddenly she
felt as if she hated Roger. Or maybe, she thought, she hated herself.
Roger was so friendly, and his tail was wagging even more than usual that morning,
which made her feel doubly guilty.
About noontime, she got a phone call. It was Loreen. She sounded excited. That
morning, Loreen had obviously thrown a dish at Tom, because Kim had started when
she heard the crash and the tinkle.
The fights Loreen and Tom usually had were grist for the mill of George and Kim, who
would make funny remarks about them. But not this morning. Both of them were
buried in a pall of self-conscious and tense silence, each for a different reason.
"Oh, hi, Loreen," Kim said, dispiritedly.
"What's the matter, Kim?" Loreen asked. In the background, Kim could hear laughter,
and soft voices talking.
"Oh, I just feel so low. I feel like a-a scumbag for what I did yesterday, and George was
horny last night, and I couldn't even go near him!" Kim said, letting the tears which ,
had formed a hot, hard lump in her throat all day, well up and spill out of her
incredibly blue eyes.
"Oh, dear!" Loreen said. "Listen, we're at Taylor's. Come over."
"I don't want company. I just want George!" Kim wailed, now crying in earnest. She
sobbed for a while, and then sniffled.
"I-I'm sorry, Loreen. I just can't. G'bye," she said, hanging up.
She lay on the couch, sobbing heart-brokenly. And then the doorbell rang.
"Oh, damn!" she muttered. She got up and wiped her eyes hastily, and then went to the
door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"The candy lady!"
"Nora!"
She opened the door, and Nora came in. There was the distinct odor of gin on her
breath, and her eyes were glowing.
"I came to fetch you," she said.
"I can't, Nora. I feel like shit, and I've been crying..."
"So I see. Come on! You need some cheering up." Nora marched into the house. The
housewives all knew the habits of their companions, thrown together as they frequently
were.
Nora went to the Duncan Phyfe side table, with its elegant pier glass over it, and pulled
open the small side drawer. She took out Kim's keys, walked back to the woman, who
was still standing near the door, grasped her wrists, and drew her out of the house, onto
the front porch.
Then Nora closed and locked the door, and marched Kim down two blocks to Taylor's
house. The women were all naked, and tilting about two sheets to the wind when Nora
led Kim into the house.
The women applauded. In addition to Taylor and Loreen, there were Janet, Fran, and
Odette, whose presence in the house shocked Kim.
"Welcome to the club," Taylor said, coming forward to kiss Kim on her soft cheek.
Taylor's soft mouth slid over Kim's cheek, and brushed her lips lightly.
Kim shivered with a transient flare-up of sex. She had been so distressed by her
confrontation with George that for a while, she had forgotten her pussy. But now that
she was among a definite sexual reality, she realized that her pussy lips were as swollen
as they usually were, and throbbing with the passionate blood which engorged them.
"We have decided to form a sex club," Nora said to Kim, as she started to disrobe.
"Why?"
"Well, honey," Fran drawled, rubbing one of her pear-shaped tits, "are you getting
enough on the home front?"
"No," Kim said, defiantly.
"Neither are any of the rest of us. And we have decided," Odette said, "that our model
of wifely propriety is Taylor here."
"Thank you! Thank you!" Taylor said . grinning.
"Why?" Kim asked leadenly. Nora was completely undressed.
"Well, because she gets no nookie at all but she loves her husband enough to be faithful
to him," Nora explained.
Kim looked at Nora, who was pouring two very hefty drinks from a large, crystal
pitcher. She brought a drink over to Kim.
"Here. The drink of the day is gin and tonics. Monday it was grasshoppers!"
Taylor moaned with remembered grief.
"And that was one hell of a hangover! "Why are you joining the club?" Kim whispered
to Nora. "I thought you..."
"The other model of propriety in this group is Kim," Nora said loudly. "She's never
made it with another man. I'm unfaithful to Fred because Fred balls his secretary. I
have to save my pride some way. The rest of us are in this sex club," Nora continued,
"because we all love our husbands – at least most of our husbands, but they are failing
us grossly sexually. Rather than be unfaithful with other men, we're going to seek
solace among ourselves."
Kim took a long, long gulp of the drink, bewildered.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and have some fun?" Loreen asked. "You told me
you were curious about lesbian sex."
"How long have you been a member of this group?" Kim said, relaxing as the liquor hit
her empty stomach. She had been so distressed at breakfast, that she hadn't eaten.
"I called Nora this morning. The idea of a sex club appealed to me, and what I did
yesterday really turned me on. I was even afraid, because Tom's so neglectful sexually,
that I was going to turn desperate and find a stud, but now I don't have to!" Loreen .
exclaimed happily, indicating the naked women in the room. Kim finished the rest of
her drink, and held it out to Taylor who took it, and replenished it.
Without a word, Kim removed her clothes. She was only wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
"Did you tell the others what we did?" Kim asked, taking the drink Taylor handed her,
and sitting down near Loreen.
"Oh, I thought it was marvelous. We thought maybe you wouldn't mind having the
next gathering at your house," Odette said.
Kim's eyes widened.
"You didn't object to the idea of doing it with a dog?"
"Darling! Why do you think I keep an Abyssinian cat?"
"I don't know," Kim said in response to Odette's question.
"It's tongue is just like sandpaper, and I really get off on it. I haven't needed the
mailman or the delivery boy since Harold gave me the damned animal."
Kim laughed, suddenly feeling relieved.
"Now, are you curious about lesbian love?" Taylor asked Kim, standing near her.
Taylor was what George referred to as a dangerously beautiful woman. Most of the men
cynically assumed that Taylor married her husband for his money. She was tall, and
quite dark-haired, and her dark good looks contrasted erotically with Kim's exquisite
blond pallor.
Kim nodded, as she gulped half of her second drink, and put it down. Liquor being the
analgesic it is, her pain and her guilt for what she had done the day before faded, and
the thought of making it with Taylor aroused her.
"Let's do it on the floor," Taylor said.
She lay down, and spread her legs, smiling at Kim.
"I don't know what to do," she said.
"Do what your poodle did, and what Nora's Lasha Apso does."
Kim actually found that funny. She lay down beside Taylor, expectantly.
"Oh, you better get on top of her," Odette said to Taylor.
"OK lie on your back," Taylor instructed Kim.
Kim rolled over onto her back, and then spread her legs.
Taylor lay on top of her, her face near Kim's pussy. Kim got the idea, as Taylor lowered
her muff right near Kim's mouth.
Kim looked up at the thick, glossy pubic pelt which was hovering near her mouth, and
felt her juices welling up in her overheated pussy and flowing downward.
She grasped the back of Taylor's thighs, and caressed the woman's soft flesh.
"So soft," she whispered, running her hands up and down.
Taylor moaned, and then lowered her mouth to Kim's cunt. Kim gasped and
instinctively bucked her hips up as she felt Taylor's tongue swiping at her pussy meat.
"Ahh!" she gasped.
As Taylor tongued her twat, Kim started to flick her tongue out at Taylor's pussy. She
smacked her lips, having swiped some of Taylor's syrup from her protruding pussy
meat.
It tasted strange, but not unpleasant, and Kim began to relax, but not for long. Taylor's
tongue was insistent.
Kim could feel the pressure of Taylor's tongue increasing as the woman dug her glossal
muscle into the depths of Kim's throbbing, pulsating flesh.
She started to undulate her hips against Taylor's full ripe mouth, and at the same time,
she drove her tongue more deeply into Taylor's twat.
Taylor moaned, and Kim felt the vibration of that moan shooting through her, causing
her body to heat with erotic excitement. The splendor of what she was feeling filled her
and she became enthralled.
She was making it with a beautiful woman in front of other beautiful women! The very
thought of it turned her on even more.
She started to buck her hips upward against Taylor's mouth with more fury, as Taylor
started to mash her own pussy meat against Kim's lips. Kim caught a whiff of Taylor's
aroused womanly juices, and the pungent fragrance added spice to her erotic upheaval.
She opened her eyes, trying to fix in her memory the sight of all the beautiful naked
women in the room. And then she felt her heart hammering with increased excitement
against her rib cage.
They were all masturbating, their eyes riveted to the lovely blonde, and the lovely
brunette making it wildly on the Oriental carpet which covered the floor.
Taylor lashed her tongue back and forth over Kim's love button, and Kim responded by
returning the favor. She basically copied Taylor's moves, and she could tell from the
way Taylor was squirming that she was getting as turned on as Kim was!
There was a sense of power in that knowledge, and it made her more and more excited.
The more excited she got, the wilder her tongue worked over Taylor's throbbing,
glistening pussy meat.
Kim's cheeks and chin were thoroughly coated with the slime from Taylor's fragrant
aroused pussy.
She felt Taylor driving the tip of her tongue into her cunt, and she squealed, arching
upward. Her motion jarred Taylor's sweating body, and Kim felt their flesh slipping and
sliding together, as Taylor was partially dislodged from her superior position.
Kim's pussy walls closed in around the tip of Taylor's tongue, and her juices gushed
hotly from her pussy. Taylor pursed her lips and pressed them against Kim's drooling
hole, and Kim felt a fabulous downward-rushing sensation as Taylor started to suck.
Kim followed suit, and felt Taylor's hips moving more and more wildly. She reached up
and cupped Taylor's buns, enjoying the way her muscles bunched together into hard
cords, and then relaxed.
Taylor's thighs were pressed against Kim's ears. It blocked out the sound from the
outside world, and intensified the ringing of passion which bombarded her ears, as she
writhed in the throes of her first carnal ecstasy with a woman.
It was fantastic, as far as Kim was concerned. If she had felt wanton the day before
when Roger, the poodle, was allowed to service all three women in each other's
presence, she felt even more wanton now.
The fact that the other women were using their animals, and had the same sexual
problems with their husbands, helped Kim to shed the mantle of guilt she had thrown
over her shoulders.
She might just as well! That way she wouldn't be putting George in the hot seat so
often.
She remembered again, how she had squirmed mentally, winced when she thought of
the times she had cast aspersions on George's manhood.
Her soft tongue worked harder and harder on Taylor's swollen, thickly-furred muff. She
had a couple of Taylor's pussy hairs in her mouth, but that didn't bother her at all.
She felt the fiery pin-pricks of a growing passion in the depths of her cunt, and she
started to tremble. She felt light-headed, and the ringing in her ears increased.
Her juices were flowing faster and harder. The two women were undulating wetly
against each other's body now, Taylor ramming her pussy meat downward against
Kim's hard-working mouth, and Kim arching upward, grinding her passion meat
against Taylor's mouth.
Then she felt Taylor's teeth gripping the base of her clitoris. The woman's tongue
flicked back and forth over the tip of her inflamed nubbin of delight. She squealed as
her orgasm started to wash over her. She followed suit, gripping Taylor's clitoris
between her teeth, and lashing her tongue back and forth over the woman's hardened
love button.
The two of them came almost simultaneously, writhing and slamming into each other,
as their mouths worked greedily on the other's sex flesh.
Kim came down slowly, feeling as if every ounce of tension had flown from her body.
Taylor lifted her head, when she had recovered from her orgasm.
"How was that?" she asked.
"Wonderful," Kim gasped. "But not as good as George," she added, the liquor dulling
the social censor in her brain.
Fortunately for Kim, who realized what she had said and gasped with embarrassment,
all the women, including Taylor, laughed.
"That goes without saying," Loreen said, licking her come-covered fingers, with which
she had brought herself off.
The rest of the afternoon was a wild melange of sexual experiences which left Kim
purring and fairly happy. She went home to make George's supper, still tiddly from all
the liquor she had consumed.


Chapter 4

When George came home that night, Kim greeted him in her usual bubbly fashion. She
threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him noisily and wetly on his mouth.
"Hi, honey! Have a good day?"
At first, still high from her afternoon with the girls, she didn't notice that George was
still tense, reserved.
"Fine. Do I smell liquor on your breath?"
Kim giggled.
"Taylor had an impromptu party with the girls. We were drinking gin and tonics."
George grunted. Unlike his usual sociable self, he took his newspaper and went into the
living room.
As Kim was serving dinner, it dawned on her quite forcefully, in spite of the alcohol,
that George was being withdrawn.
It was her turn, she figured. She finished setting the dining room table, and then walked
into the living room, sitting on the arm of the chair George had taken.
"You still mad at me for last night?" she asked.
"No," George said, abruptly.
"Well, then, what's wrong?"
George looked up at her, his face singularly bland, and Kim knew there was trouble
afoot. George only had bland expressions on his face when he was thinking seriously
about something serious!
"What's the matter?" she asked again, getting off the arm of the chair.
"Nothing."
"Don't tell me nothing, George Kimble. I can tell by the look in your face that
something's wrong!" Kim exclaimed, starting to feel guilty all over again.
"All right! Nothing I care to talk about, then."
He snapped his paper decisively, and his eyes focused on the page, but Kim, observing
his handsome features, knew damned well that he wasn't seeing a single word.
She served the food, and then yelled "Dinner's served!"
The meal was as painful as the one the night before.
Before she had even finished it, Kim rose from the table, not able to stand the tense
silence, excused herself, and went to bed.
She did fall asleep, and awoke with a start several hours later. George was still not in
bed. She looked at the clock. It was twelve-thirty. She sat up and heard the television
playing in the living room.
She fell asleep again, worn out by the tension through which she had lived. When she
awoke in the morning, George was in the bed, curled very carefully close to the edge.
She slipped out of the bed, and put on jeans and a T-shirt, and went down to make
breakfast.
She made no pretense at being pleasant that morning. When George walked into the
kitchen, without greeting her, she studied him the way a wild animal might study an
interloper into his territory. She caught the lay of the land immediately.
Whatever had been bothering George the night before, was still bothering him.
As she served his breakfast, and sat down opposite to him, she took a deep breath and
plunged.
"Can't we talk about this?" she asked.
George, for the first time since their last raging quarrel, which had taken place two and
a half years ago, was reading the newspaper at the breakfast table.
"No," he said abruptly.
That made Kim mad.
She left the table, and went out to feed the animals, taking an extra long time to do it.
When she came back, George was gone, having left the house without saying goodbye
to her.
There was no question of guilt now, with the anger and resentment she felt for him at
this point.
When the phone rang an hour later, Kim was at the point of thinking that she was
going to bring Roger into the house, and up to the bedroom.
She answered it, and Loreen greeted her, glumly.
"What's the matter, Loreen?" Kim asked, remembering Loreen having asked that
question the day before.
"Tom actually threatened me with divorce this morning!"
Kim gasped. So intent had she been on her own problems that she hadn't even noticed
the Olsen's usual morning quarrel.
"Well, he'll call at ten-thirty with his usual apology," Kim said, trying to console her
friend.
"That's just the point. I'm not going to be here for the call. Can I come over?"
Kim giggled.
"Shall I bring Roger in?"
Loreen gasped. "Oh, please! Hey, why don't I call Nora and Taylor?"
"O.K. I'll call Odette and Fran and Janet," Kim said. She was feeling every bit as
rebellious as Loreen. By ten o'clock, the suburban matrons were all assembled, and
every one of them were naked. "I swear, the moon must be full," Janet said.
The only one who hadn't had any problems with her husband the night before, or that
morning, was Taylor. Her husband usually left for his club around eleven, but when
Loreen called, she had merely asked him pleasantly if he minded her having coffee with
Loreen, who had had a fierce quarrel with Mr. Olsen.
And of course, her doting husband didn't mind at all. He had kissed her on her cheek
and told her to take the car.
Taylor, of course, had laughed, citing the fact that Loreen only lived two blocks away,
and that his generous gesture was totally unnecessary. Taylor's husband always drove to
his club, even though it was only four blocks away!
Kim had dug out several bottles of white wine, which she had put in the freezer. Roger
was currently snuffling around in Janet's pussy. Janet was a noisy woman, and her
sounds were turning all the women on.
"Actually I should get my Lasha Apso, and you should get your Abyssinian," Nora said
to Odette.
"I wish we had a German Shepherd!" Odette mourned. "Do you happen to be boarding
one now?"
"No," Kim said. "All I have is Roger, two Siamese cats, and a mongrel."
"Oh!" Janet gasped. "How big is the mongrel?"
Then Janet stiffened, as Roger's tongue swiped at her clitoris.
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned, her hips humping up furiously against the dog's slurping
mouth.
Kim could feel her juices drizzling softly from her pussy, staining the soft inner flesh of
her thighs.
Sex with a bunch of women was a strange new sensation for the young woman.
Janet kept groaning and writhing in the chair, as Roger continued to slurp at her
bloated, creaming cunt lips.
"Shh! Listen!" Loreen gasped.
Through the open, but shuttered windows, Kim heard the faint ring of a phone. Loreen
grinned.
"That'll teach the bastard," Loreen muttered, her voice low with vindictive triumph.
The phone rang and rang and rang! Janet finally came down from her high.
Experienced with doggie-love, she pushed Roger's snout away before the dog could start
grooming her pussy fur.
Kim was creaming heavily and in the mood to try it with Roger.
"Try it lying down," Taylor suggested.
"I'd like to try your snake, I think," Loreen said, biting her lower lip nervously. Her
phone was still' ringing, as Kim lay down on the floor. Then it stopped.
"Next time we meet at my house, I'll bring him out. I think it's time to get a new one.
He's getting old," Taylor said, pursing her lips.
"Isn't he as good any more?" Janet asked.
"Yeah, like our husbands!" Odette laughed. The laughter swelled in the room as Kim,
now lying on the floor, her long, slender legs bent at the knees and spread as far as she
could get them, whistled for Roger, who came bounding over to her.
He went right for her crotch.
"Ohhh!" Kim gasped, as she felt the first strong swipe of the dog's tongue, "I think he's
getting to like pussy juice."
"Dogs aren't like humans. They don't make value judgments on smells. They're just
smells," Fran said.
"Oh! I never thought of that, but of course!" Kim said. Then she lay back down again.
Suddenly, all the women started, as Kim's phone rang. Kim started to get up and
checked herself. The dog was still licking, and as the phone rang again, she pushed the
dog's head away, and then her mouth set in a grim line.
"That's either Tom checking to see if you're here," Kim said, "or it's George." She
looked at the clock on the mantle piece of the marble fireplace. "Yes, he would have
reached his office by now."
"Are you going to answer it?" Nora asked. "No! I'm furious with him!"
Loreen grinned.
"Good! We'll teach them both a lesson!"
Kim lay down and started to caress her passion-swollen tits, as Roger resumed his
licking. His tongue really snaked into her pussy, and she felt her cuntal walls closing in
around it.
She started to buck her hips up, and her juices flowed more lavishly, as the dog lashed
at her heated petals of passion flesh with increasing enthusiasm.
She ground her muff against his mouth, feeling his hot, panting breath blowing moistly
on her pussy, which enhanced the wild sensations of pleasure which surged through
her.
Kim's phone rang for a long time, and then Loreen's phone could be heard ringing
again, after Kim's phone had stopped.
"Must've been Tom," Loreen said. She was rubbing her pussy, her own sexual
excitement getting stronger and stronger, as she watched the exquisite blond woman
writhing beneath the dog's mouth.
Then Roger started to get an erection. His prick swelled, the red glistening wetly as he
slurped and sucked at Kim's pussy.
Kim's body arched upward, and she started to pant as Roger's tongue slid up and down
along her pussy meat. She felt as if her clitoris were on fire, and it became elongated,
stretching from its fleshy nest and adding to the wild welter of passion which surged
through her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, as she felt the fleshy explosion of her orgasm ripping through her
pussy.
Her cunt closed in on itself, and her juices gushed more hotly from her quivering,
convulsing box.
Her insides seemed to have melted in the fiery heat which possessed her, and she had
the sensation that she was floating right off the thickly-piled carpet on which she was
writhing.
She squeezed her breasts, and as her passion built to its apex, she kneaded her nipples,
and then pulled on them. The pressure of her pulling turned her ripe, melon-shaped tits
into fleshy cones, which throbbed visibly with the heated blood which had surged
lawlessly through her.
When she finally came down, it was Odette who pulled the dog away from Kim's pussy.
She bent over on all fours.
"Come on, doggie, get with it!" she said, wiggling her ass. Roger's fairly small hard-on
was bobbing back and forth, luridly red.
"Are you going to let him fuck you?" Loreen asked. Her fingers were coated with her
cunt syrup, and she brought them to her mouth and sucked on them.
"Right in my ass, if he'll mount me," Odette said.
Taylor helped, putting the dog's forepaws up on Odette's haunches. The dog did what
came naturally.
Kim, .still quivering from her own monumental orgasm, felt her asshole tingling as she
saw the dog starting to hump Odette, his red, glistening cock cleaving through her ass
cheeks.
The thought of it drove her wild.
"I thought it was too small," Kim said, frowning.
"Oooh, it's too small for a pussy, but just right for some nice ass-fucking," Odette
explained, as she started to buck backward.
The dog's tail continued to wag furiously, a black blur of motion, as his hips humped
inward.
Odette groaned, her huge tits bobbing with her lewd motions, as she backed into the
poodle again and again.
Kim watched, feeling all her passion mounting in her loins again. She felt as if she were
on fire.
She wondered what it felt like to have a dog's prick in her asshole. George positively
refused to ass-fuck her, although he did almost everything else – when he was in one of
his rare, sexy moods, she thought to herself.
Her hand stole to her pussy, as she watched Odette bucking back against the dog's
humping loins. Her fingers were at her pussy, and she was rubbing her cunt lips
furiously as she writhed back against the dog's hard-humping loins.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" Odette screamed, her hand a blur of motion as she started to
come.
Roger kept right on humping, as Odette squirmed and bucked in the throes of her
orgasm. When she had relaxed slightly, Roger was still humping. Odette moaned, and
then pulled away from Roger who still had a hard-on.
"Next," she said, sitting on the floor, her back against a chair. She picked up her wine.
At this point, all the women froze, as Kim's phone started to ring again. Kim's phone
rang through most of that lust-besotted afternoon the women spent together.
They thoroughly exhausted Roger, who finally started to whine, and then they serviced
each other.
"Must be George and Tom!" Loreen muttered at one point, a vicious glint of happiness
in her eyes,. as both her phone and Kim's rang simultaneously.
The women finally left about three, and Kim showered, and made supper.
George let himself into the house quietly and came out to the kitchen. Kim pretended
to ignore him. She was furious.
"Where were you all day?" he asked.
"Out," she said, lying.
"Where?"
Kim turned to glare balefully at him.
"With the girls," she said.
She wasn't as tipsy as she had been the night before, but she had a definite glow on.
"You usually don't spend that much time with the girls," George said, walking over to
her, staring at her gravely.
"Well, I need some company. I don't get any of yours even when you are around the
house."
"Baby," George said, grabbing her shoulders.
Kim, with an unaccustomed violence, wrenched herself from George's hands.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed, her face getting red with the violence of her anger. "I
don't want you to touch me!" she repeated, in a slightly lower voice.
George paled visibly.
"I called to ask you to come into the city," George said, following her as she brought a
soup tureen into the dining room and placed it on the table. "I thought we could talk. I
wanted to apologize for the way I was this morning."
Kim didn't answer him. Something in her seemed to freeze.
Her pussy was sore from all the licking and stimulation she had had, and at the
moment, die felt positively repelled by George.
She walked back out to the kitchen, got the rest of the dinner, and placed it on the
table.
Dinner was the same silent wreck it had been the night before, although Kim did finish
hers that evening. She was starved.
After supper, she went to bed, and fell asleep. In the morning, both George and Kim
were silent.
And so matters rested for over a week.
Somehow or other, Kim's attitude hardened, so that she didn't even want to speak to
George. Their conversation turned into perfunctory, necessary communications. Kim
was severely disturbed by what was happening, but her attitude wasn't helped by the
other women, who had been enjoying several sex sessions a week with each other and
with animals for years.
Roger's owners came to claim him, and Kim got busier, because as the summer
progressed, more and more people went away.
One morning, George spoke. Kim actually jumped at the sound of his voice.
"How long is your busy season?" he asked.
"Till the end of September."
She sat down, not even asking him why he asked the question.
George, she was aware, was still staring at her keenly. He always stared at her, and the
more silent they became with each other, the more keenly he stared.
Finally, she looked up, frowning in annoyance.
"I was thinking we should take a vacation," George said.
Kim didn't answer him, but turned her attention to her plate.
"Kim?"
She looked up at him, pouting slightly. She felt that peculiar hard knot in her throat
which signaled tears.
"We have to talk!" George said.
"About what?" Kim asked. She pondered what had started the whole thing. It seemed
to her it boiled down to sex, but she was getting plenty of that. The next session was
the following day at Taylor's, and Kim had finally got up enough courage to say she
wanted to use the snake.
"About what's happening to us!" George said.
There was something close to desperation in George's eyes. Kim, in the depths of her
consciousness, knew she loved him, and she couldn't understand her own attitude.
"I don't want to talk," she said, in a bored, indifferent tone of voice.
"Then what do you want to do!" George said, raising his voice, so that Kim was
startled.
She faced him, her stubborn jaw set in clean, hard lines.
"Maybe we should get divorced," she said. George seemed to stagger slightly, and then
he walked toward her, his eyes flashing with rage.
"Who is he?" he demanded.
"You miserable bastard! What makes you think anyone else is involved?"
"You said last week that you were going to get a lover! Why all of a sudden have you
turned so cold?"
Kim felt the white heat of her own rage building in her.
She put her hands on her hips.
"Cold? Cold!" she screamed. "Why shouldn't I get cold? I get nookie once a week, and
you say no constantly! I suddenly realized that except for that night last week, I've
never said no to you!
"I wanna know, Mr. Smart Guy, how come you can have all you want, and I can not
have all I want!"
George's jaw dropped.
"Are we back to that again?"
"We sure are! George, we are sexually incompatible. What I can't figure out is why,
before we were married, you could get it up every night, and a lot of mornings, and
now you can't seem to muster the energy to get it up once a week!"
"Who is he?" George repeated, his voice getting dangerously low, vibrating with his
growing rage.
"There isn't anyone else, and you don't deserve that answer."
Kim swung on him, with a dawning light in her eyes.
"Who is she?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" George demanded.
"Well, if you're not getting it at home, and you sure aren't, I'd like to know where a
randy guy like you is getting it!"
George swung and left the room, livid with rage. For the first time in the five years they
were married, he slammed the front door, and his tires, as he backed out of the
driveway, left rubber.
Before his car was around the comer, headed toward the city, the phone rang. "Hello?"
Kim said.
"What was that all about!"
It was Loreen.
"You heard it?" Kim asked.
"Honey, you were so loud, you actually shut Tom up in the middle of a bellow! What's
happening?"
"Oh, Loreen, I don't know. I feel as if I'm going all to pieces, and George..."
"I know! Even Tom heard the tires squealing! For the first time in our eight years of
marriage, he has left the house like a lamb instead of a lion!"
"What am I going to do, Loreen? I just told George we were sexually incompatible, and
I wanted a divorce."
"Holy shit! What did he say about that?"
"He wanted to know who the other guy was!"
"That bastard! Listen, are you going to Taylor's today?"
"Yes!" Kim said, clenching the phone to signal her determination.
"Want to come over here and keep me company?" Loreen asked, after a pause.
"Oh, I can't Loreen. I have to feed and exercise the animals. That'll keep me busy until
it's time."
She hung up the phone, and did her chores, and then went out to tend to the growing
menagerie in her kennels.
There were six cats, two raccoons, fourteen birds, each in their own cages, and ten dogs.
Unfortunately, most of the dogs were lap dogs, so they couldn't be used for fucking.
Several of the women had tried.
They had trained a Pekingese to eat their pussies out, but Kim was getting nervous
about it.
It had a lot of diarrhea, and it was getting fat, one of the reasons being that, in order to
train it to lick their pussies, they had to spread honey and other sweets on their cunt
lips.
She had finally put her foot down, telling the girls that if they couldn't train the animals
without the sweets, she didn't want to do it, mostly out of a sense of obligation to the
owners.
Granted, the Pekingese was a spoiled rotten little animal, whose owner, a divorcee with
a huge settlement, and her daughter, fed him anything under the sun, Kim still felt a
responsibility to see to it that the animal ate right and felt right, She shivered as she
finished her chores with the animals.
She had suddenly remembered the snake. At the thought of it, her pussy cream flushed
heavily from her hot little box.
She walked into the house, and took a shower, changing into a fresh pair of jeans.
As she was leaving the house, her phone was ringing. She didn't answer it. She heard it
a long way down the block, before she turned the comer onto Taylor's street.
Nora and Janet were already there before her.
Kim accepted the drink of the day, which happened to be bloody Mary's.
As she sipped it, she noticed a long fish tank near the window. The blinds of course
were closed, but the sun filtered in freely through the slats without allowing for any
prying eyes to peer into the room.
She went over and looked down at the snake. It was thinner, she thought, than her
husband's cock, but it was huge. Its body . wriggled and undulated against the grass
and pebbles growing at the bottom of the tank.
She shuddered.
"Pick it up and touch it," Taylor said.
Kim looked at the handsome woman, and then gulped.
She put her drink down, and reached gingerly into the fish tank, and her hand made
contact with the body of the snake. She pulled her hand away sharply and then replaced
it "It isn't slimy at all!" she gasped, picking the snake up. She felt the tensile strength of
its muscles as its tail coiled softly around her forearm.
And then she stared into the snake's eyes.
"Yes," she said, almost mesmerized, fascinated with the feeling of its rippling muscles.
"Why not?"
All her fear vanished, replaced with an overweening desire to be fucked by it.


Chapter 5

The snake was warm in Kim's hand and strong. Kim shivered with growing
apprehension, mixed with a bizarre desire.
"We should make this like a ceremony," Fran said. She walked over to Kim who was
still holding the snake, and she touched it gingerly.
Kim brought the mouth of the snake close to her own mouth, and its forked tongue
snaked out, flickering against her lips.
She giggled, and then put the snake back in its fish tank. She got undressed, and Taylor
walked toward her, smiling.
Taylor pulled Kim into her arms, their breasts flattened with the embrace, and she
kissed the forlorn housewife.
"You're so beautiful," Taylor said.
Kim shivered and kissed Taylor, rubbing her breasts hard against Taylor's magnificent
tit mounds.
In a moment, the two women, aroused by the thought of the snake as well as their own
nakedness, were on the floor, writhing in each others' arms. Taylor was on top, and she
kissed Kim's mouth until Kim was panting with desire.
Kim felt Taylor's tongue slithering into her hot oral cavity, and she moaned, sucking on
the woman's glossal muscle.
Taylor moved downward, as the other women gathered around, all naked now, and
frigging themselves.
They had all been talking and talking about that snake, but only Kim had said, finally,
"Oh, let's stop talking about it and do it! I'll do it first!"
The room was seething with sex – the sense of it, the smell of it. Kim writhed as Taylor
moved down over her body.
She had watched many sex scenes in the last week among the women, and she knew
how arousing it was to watch two or more people engaging in sex. There was a pleasure
in seeing others do it, that heightened the act itself, she discovered.
She moaned as she felt Taylor sucking one of her nipples into her mouth. She
shuddered with growing carnal bliss, as the lovely, dark woman sucked on the little
pink bud of flesh until it was puckered.
Taylor tongued her way to Kim's other breast, and sucked on that nipple until it was
puckered and tingling with erotic excitement.
Kim arched her upper body, pressing her fabulous, melon-shaped boob against Taylor's
sucking mouth.
Then the lovely woman began to kiss her way down Kim's flat, trembling belly. She
licked and tongued Kim's flesh, driving the tip of her tongue into the blond woman's
navel, so that Kim felt a hot gush of her lusty nectar oozing out of her pussy.
The heat started to rise through her body.
Taylor blew softly on Kim's fine, golden maidenhairs. She arched her hips up as the
lovely woman started to tongue her pubic bush. Her hot little cavern got more and
more aroused, until Kim was gasping for breath.
Behind all the pleasure she was receiving from Taylor was the thought of the snake, one
of the oldest of masturbatory instruments for women. The ancient Greek women had
used eels, according to Taylor, something of which Kim had read.
Taylor was now lying between her spread-apart legs, taking her pleasure from the lovely
blond woman before she offered her the snake.
Around her, the women were panting as they frigged themselves while they watched
the erotic scene unfolding before them.
Taylor pressed her lips against Kim's moist cunt crevice, and started to nibble on the
pink flaps of flesh which peeked from between her plump white outer lips.
Kim arched her body upward, mashing her pussy meat against the lovely woman's
mouth.
The tip of her tongue flicked out, and she lashed it briefly at Kim's clitoris. The contact
caused Kim to hump her hips more fiercely upward.
Then Taylor flattened out her tongue, spreading Kim's outer lips wide apart. Kim felt
her tongue sliding wetly up over her honeyed folds of flesh.
She wriggled her hips against Taylor's sucking mouth as the sweet pleasure mounted,
driving her crazy with desire.
Taylor's tongue drove into her throbbing, moist pink crevice, and hot flashes of pleasure
shot through Kim's body.
Kim wrapped her legs around Taylor's neck, pressing her mouth more urgently against
her hot and needing flesh.
Her humping motions became more violent, as she felt herself coming close to that
fleshy explosion which she loved so much.
At that moment, Taylor stopped sucking on Kim's twat.
She looked up at her and smiled.
"Now," she said, rising and walking toward the fish tank. The women all pressed
forward.
"You sure you want to go through with this, Kim?" Loreen asked.
"Y-yes," Kim said.
"You have more courage than I!" Odette declared.
"If you do it, I'll do it after you," Nora said.
Taylor brought the snake over to Kim, and laid it on her belly. Kim shivered as she felt
the large reptile slithering over her quivering flesh. She was enormously aroused.
The snake's tongue slithered out and she felt it lashing lightly against her breast.
Goose flesh formed on her lovely skin as she grabbed the snake just beneath its head,
and pushed it against her pussy.
The sensation was terrific, and she got over her initial hesitance almost immediately.
She pushed the snake's head into her pussy, feeling its bony girth spreading her pussy
walls wide.
"Oooh!" Nora moaned. She was sitting on a chair near Kim's feet, her feet hooked on
the edge of the chair, her thighs spread wide. She was frigging herself, her eyes riveted
on the obscene spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
"How does it feel, Kim?" Odette asked, her voice an awed whisper.
"Ohhh!" Kim gasped.
Her hair formed a golden halo around her flushed face, as she felt the snake squirming
in her pussy.
Still holding it, now around its middle, she felt its head butting against the fleshy,
teeming depths of her twat. She pulled it out a little, and then let it squirm inward.
Its tongue, still flickering, created subtle sensations against her pussy flesh.
She brought her other hand down, and started to rub her clitoris, as the snake squirmed
around inside her, its powerful muscular undulations raising her sexual temperature to
a feverish, pitch.
She bent her knees up, pressing the soles of her feet against the thick, luxurious
Oriental carpet, and started to hump her hips upward in a rhythmic cadence that
enhanced the sight of her.
As she writhed in the carnal delight which surged through , her, losing all her fear of
the snake in the hot welter of passion which built in her young loins, she thought for a
moment what she would look like.
Suddenly, she wished she did have a picture. She couldn't wait to watch Nora doing it
with the snake.
"Marvelous, isn't it?" Taylor asked, smiling.
"Unh, yes," Kim gasped.
She felt a hot flood of her pussy cream pouring down her tight, quivering channel, and
she moaned softly.
Her head tossed from side to side, and her love button became inflamed as she
continued to caress it while the snake squirmed around inside her love hole.
Her body seemed to swell with the seething passions which filled her. She closed her
eyes, her breathing becoming harsh and labored.
Behind her tightly-closed eyelids, bright flashes of light exploded, and seeped through
her lust-besotted body, as the snake undulated inside her oily channel of delight.
Then she felt the first spasms of an orgasm rippling through her. Her body tensed and
quivered, and then her ears began to ring with the lusty blood which boiled in her
veins.
She started to whimper, and a gleaming patina of sex sweat appeared on her flushed
creamy skin.
Her toes curled under as she felt the contractions building in her young body. Her
nipples tingled, and her little nubbin of delight, which she was still rubbing furiously,
seemed to be on fire.
The fire raged out of control in her loins, and she felt her pussy walls collapse around
the snake's undulating body.
The convulsions became fierce, and the more intense the spasms became, the more
excited the snake got in her pussy.
Her juices flowed heavily from her pussy, trickling down her ass crack. Her body
writhed wildly on the carpet, as the spasms shot through her, seeming to pierce her
entrails.
Her orgasm peaked, and she squealed with delight, and then the spasms faded away
slowly.
When she had finally come down from the powerful orgasm, she pulled the snake out
of her quivering pussy.
It glistened with her juices of desire, and its tongue kept flicking pinkly in and out of its
mouth.
Kim sat up, heaving a tremendous sigh of relief.
"I'll never be afraid of snakes again," she said.
"Well, it would be wise to be afraid of some of them," Taylor said. "But not my little
pet."
"Your turn," Kim said, holding the undulating snake out to Nora.
Nora was thoroughly aroused. She had been frigging herself while she watched Kim
being fucked by the snake.
She got down on the rug, and took the snake from Kim, "Yuk! I thought you said it
wasn't slimy!" Nora said.
Kim giggled.
"That's my come cream! It really isn't slimy."
That intrigued Nora even more. She rubbed her hand along the snake's back, and then
lay down on the floor.
Kim took Nora's place on the chair, and assumed the same position Nora had. Now she
was watching what she had herself experienced.
"There's something to be said for voyeurism," Kim observed.
"Of course! You never appreciate what you're doing until you see the effects of what
you have experienced as an onlooker," Loreen said.
"You sound like you've had some experience peeking," Nora said.
The snake was resting on her belly, its tongue flickering against her tits. As Kim
watched, Nora's tits became puckered, and the young woman shivered with a growing
delight.
Kim could almost feel the sympathetic pangs of passion in her own loins as she
watched Nora writhing.
"Well, I've watched all of you performing, just as you've watched me," Loreen quipped.
She was curled up in the floor, her thighs spread, her hand, glistening with her come
cream, resting idly on her thickly-furred pussy. "Want to watch me fuck Fred's business
partner?" Nora asked slyly.
"Yes," Janet said, her eyes widening. "I mean, why not? I've seen us doing it with the
poodle and with the Pekingese, and with each other, but I haven't seen anyone doing it
with a man!"
Nora pressed the head of the snake against her pussy, and arched upward, as she
pushed its head into her cunt.
"Ahh! Ohhh!" she squealed. Her tits jiggled as her body writhed. Like Kim, she bent
her knees, and pressed the soles of her feet into the carpet.
She started to hump upward.
Kim took her breath in sharply, as she watched the wiggling body of the snake
disappearing into Nora's pussy.
Nora's cunt lips were already swollen, and they glistened with her juices, as they pouted
from between her outer pussy lips.
Kim started to frig herself, thoroughly fascinated with what she was seeing. She felt her
nipples tingling, and her clitoris, still aroused and hard, felt as if it were electrified.
She started to hump up and down on the chair, as she watched Nora writhing on the
floor.
"Ohhh, this is better than Tiki!" she gasped. She started to pump the snake in and out
of her pussy.
Odette and Janet were both sucking each other off, lying in the classic sixty-nine
posture.
The room positively seethed with sex, and Kim felt wilder and more wanton than she
had ever felt.
The sex sessions with the women helped her forget her own problems, and she
abandoned herself wildly to her rubbing fingers, almost feeling again the snake
slithering against her well-oiled fuck channel.
Nora's body was contorted, and her face was a flushed mask of raging passion. She
pumped on the snake's body, pushing it in ad pulling it out. Kim discovered that she
had inserted two fingers into her dripping twat, while with the fingers of her other
hand, she played with her hardened little clitoris.
Nora started to squeal, her hips slamming up and down. Kim though she had never
seen anything so wild as Nora being fucked by the snake. Her body arched upward,
stiffened, and then started to bounce around on the carpet.
She squealed wildly, and her hips jerked spastically as she came violently. Finally, she
subsided.
Nora's place was taken by Taylor. Taylor used the snake's head to caress her pussy, to
stimulate her clitoris. She was very close to coming before she inserted the snake's head
in her pussy.
"Oohhhh!" she moaned, her lovely head tossing from side to side on the brilliant
Oriental carpet.
Her lithe white body squirmed deliciously as she fucked herself with the snake.
As Taylor came, Kim started to bring herself off. Hot flashes of wild delight surged
through her, and her sex flesh crawled with intense delight, as she pumped her fingers
in and out of her pussy, the fingers of her other hand circling her burning love button,
until finally she came down, and rested on the chair.
Each of the women had their turns with the snake. Kim frigged herself until her pussy
was sore from all the stimulation she had given it.
After that, the snake was used frequently. The women had got over their dislike or
aversion for the reptile.
It wasn't the same as a man's cock, but it was almost as good.
"Those Greek women knew a thing or two, didn't they?" Janet laughed huskily, as they
were sipping drinks after, they had exhausted their bodies.
Kim looked at the clock and gasped.
"My God, I have to be going. It's almost four and I haven't started dinner."
"Oh, give him a TV dinner," Loreen said.
Kim dressed and left with Loreen.
Both women made mad dashes for their homes. Their phones were ringing.
"Hello?" she said breathlessly as she picked it up. She hadn't even closed her door.
"Hello, Kim?"
"Yes, George."
"I won't be home tonight."
"You mean you won't be home for supper?" Kim asked, feeling a pang of fear in her
breast.
"I won't be home at all tonight. I'll call you tomorrow."
George hung up before Kim could catch her breath to ask him why. She slammed the
receiver down.
"He has another woman," she said to her reflection in the mirror.
She went to the kennels and fed the animals, and then went back into her house.
That night she frigged herself blind, and the. next day, she invited the women over to
her house for a party.
George didn't call until after four, and said he'd be home for supper.
"Why don't you have supper with her?" Kim said, slamming the phone down.
George came home at his usual hour.
Kim was out in the kennels, feeding the animals.
"Hello," George said, appearing in the doorway.
Kim looked at him but didn't answer him. George stood in the doorway, watching her
until she had finished taking care of the animals, and then she walked past him, not
looking at him, into the house.
"Who is she?" Kim asked.
"What's for supper?" George asked.
"Whatever you want to have. I'm not making supper tonight."
George shrugged, and went to the refrigerator, pulling out the makings of a sandwich.
Kim went into the living room and turned on the television set.
About a half hour later, George walked into the room.
"I hired a detective to check up on you," George said.
Kim started and stared at her husband, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Good! What did you find out?"
"That I've been mistaken about a lot of things."
"Like what?" Kim asked.
"Well, for one thing, I thought all the loose-tongued, dirty old ladies in this
neighborhood were having affairs. It turns out that the only one having an affair is
Nora."
"Fred deserves it. He's making it with his secretary."
"And you girls all make it together, apparently."
Kim was even more scared.
What else had that detective found out? She looked at her husband, and waited.
"Well?" George finally asked.
"Well, why not?" Kim asked. "Our husbands don't fork over, so we help each other out.
It keeps us from cheating on you."
"Kim!" George said, striding toward her, grasping her firmly by her shoulders and
pulling her to her feet, "let's work this out!"
"Who is she?"
"Who are you talking about?"
"Your mistress, that's who!" Kim said.
"I have no mistress!"
"Where were you last night?"
"At a hotel! I wanted to be alone to think."
"I don't believe you, George," Kim said. "It's the truth. I got the detective's report
yesterday. It gave me a lot to think about."
"What else did that detective discover besides the fact that we women make out
together?" Kim asked.
"Nothing! Apparently there are six of you who get together fairly regularly and get
potted. I didn't even know you were doing it."
"I haven't been – until the last week," Kim said.
George pulled her against his hard, broad chest, and tried to kiss her. Kim slipped her
mouth away from his.
"Are you still thinking of divorce?" George asked.
"Yes, if you want to know," Kim said.
"Why? I'm faithful to you, and I think I ,n a good provider, and..."
"And you are insufferably undersexed and boring!" Kim said.
George looked as if he were stung to the quick.
"Look, baby, I can't work my ass off making a better life for you and me, and be a big
stud at the same time!" George finally said.
"What's wrong with the life we have right now?" Kim asked.
"Nothing, but don't you want it to be better?"
"Yes! I want you around more! And I want more of you in bed! I don't need more
money, and neither do you!"
George sighed. He pulled Kim over to a chair, sat on it, and then pulled her onto his
lap.
"I don't want to divorce you. I love you."
Kim, sitting on George's lap, feeling his strong arms around her. felt all her love for
him well up within her.
She didn't really want to divorce him, and she no longer felt strange about having made
it with animals.
She felt her hot little pussy quivering, and beneath her buns, George's manhood was
getting hard.
It had been a long time since she had had him, and no amount of making it with a
woman or an animal compensated for a man.
George's mouth again touched her cheek softly, and this time Kim didn't pull away
when she felt his full lips covering hers.
She moaned as she surrendered to his kiss. His tongue flicked along her beautifully
shaped, ripe lips. She parted her lips, and felt his tongue slithering into her hot oral
cavity.
She shivered, thinking of the way the snake slithered into her pussy, and a hot rush of
come cream flowed from her cunt.
She curled her arms around her husband's neck, and abandoned herself to the kiss, the
dam of her passion breaking, flooding her with a scintillating heat.
She sucked on his tongue, and drew it into her mouth, and George's arms tightened
around her back, pressing her hard against his chest.
She could feel the violent hammering of his heart against her right tit, as she got lost in
his powerful, hungry embrace.
She reached down, and caressed his thigh.
She could detect the fine tremor of passion in his hard muscles.
Her breath mingled with his, during the prolonged, passionate kiss.
George finally broke it and looked at her, his eyes blazing with lust.
"Let's go to bed," he said.
Kim felt a wave of weakness wash over her, and she nodded her head, trembling with
the desire which burned in her loins.
There was nothing and no one in the world at that moment but her husband, and she
needed him desperately – had needed him all along.
He rose, and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom.
She writhed, panting on the bed, as he removed her clothes, and then removed his own.
His wonderful, huge prick was fully erect, and standing straight out from his thick,
dark pubic bush.
She reached out and grasped it as he stood by the bed, and then she pressed her
fingertip against the creamy drop of pre-come which glistened on the head of his cock.
She sucked her finger, tasting his warm, musky manhood, as he lay down beside her
and took her into his arms.
Once again she drowned in the wet warmth of his kiss. George had a beautiful mouth,
and when he wanted to, he really knew how to use it.
Kim only wished he would use it more!
She curled her arms around his neck and pressed herself hard against him, feeling his
cock throbbing powerfully between their pressed-together bellies.
She reached between them and caressed his huge rod. George moaned, and moved
downward, sucking her left nipple into his mouth.
"Ahhh!" Kim gasped, rolling over onto her back, still pumping gently on his pulsating
prick.
George took his time, and Kim had a mini-orgasm, as he sucked and licked her tits,
until they were swollen and throbbing with the passion which had suffused her body.
She caressed his strong, well-built torso, and then kneaded his buns, as he tongued his
way down to her pussy, and teased it with the tip of his tongue.
Kim spread her legs even wider, as George's tongue snaked against her pussy lips,
gliding up and down over the honeyed folds of flesh, until she was on the verge of
another orgasm.
As he licked her pussy, his hands moved up to palm her aroused boobs again, and Kim
felt her nipples puckering hotly, tingling with erotic excitement.
She couldn't remember when she had been so excited before. It had been a long-time
since George had made love to her.
She started to come wildly, as George's tongue thrust into her creaming cunt hole, and
then she couldn't wait any more.
She had to have his massive prick in her pussy.


Chapter 6

"Oh, fuck me, George, fuck me!" she gasped, raising her passion-flushed face and
looking at her husband.
George moved up on her body, and then crouched between her spread-apart legs.
She felt little explosions of bliss ripping through her, as George pressed his bulbous,
mushroom-shaped cock head against her quivering hole.
"Ahh!" she squealed, shivering with ecstasy as George lunged inward, his massive prick
spreading her pussy walls wide.
His cock slithered into her tight, well-oiled fuck channel, until he was buried balls-deep
in her little cunt.
The pleasure which Kim felt was almost more than she could bear as George's body
pressed against hers, driving her into the mattress.
She rubbed her passion-swollen tits against his smooth, sweating chest, as she savored
the feeling of his wonderful prick, throbbing against her hungry, tingling twat walls.
She rubbed her passion-bloated pussy lips against his hairy loins, quivering with
growing delight, as she felt his chest pressing her tits flat. The pressure of his weight on
her body drove her insane, and intensified the passionate throbbing which had taken
possession of her tits.
She curled her arms around his neck, and then twined her fingers in his hair, as he
started to move in her.
His groan seemed to vibrate to the pit of her womanhood, as he pulled his prick out to
the tip, and then thrust inward again, his cock head prying deeply into her teeming
twat.
Little gurgling sounds of pleasure came from Kim's throat, as she writhed beneath her
husband's body.
His cock was like a firebrand, which seared the walls of her overheated cunt, causing
the flames of lust to flare upward, until her whole body was a riot of carnal delight.
She sought for George's lips again, and bit his full underlip, before she flicked her
tongue into his mouth.
She felt his straight, sharp white teeth biting into the tip of her tongue, as he moved in
and out of her cunt.
Two orgasms, the second more powerful than the first, had only whetted her appetite
for more. The sex-starved housewife squirmed beneath her husband's body, as his cock
wreaked a sweet havoc in the depths of her belly.
George's' huge cock pumped steadily, strongly, in and out of her pussy, causing Kim to
shiver with pleasure. His massive ramrod cleaved through her hungry pussy flesh,
causing her pussy walls to spread before the fleshy onslaught, and then when he pulled
out, she felt the pleasant impact of her pussy walls closing in on themselves.
Her juices flowed heavily, and she felt her heat rising. Her husband's breath blew
warmly, moistly on her face, as he kissed her, and then nibbled on her neck and ear
lobe.
His hairy balls slapped against her quivering, humping ass cheeks, as he lunged inward,
seeking the depths of her cunt.
As he lunged inward, Kim bucked upward hungrily against his loins, seeking to suck in
more and more of his prick. She had never felt so wild in her life.
She raked her fingernails over his body, and then cupped his magnificent ass cheeks, as
they pumped up and down, feeling the way the muscles bunched into hard knots as he
plunged into her, and then relaxed as he pulled out.
She traced the curved line of his ass crack, and then threw her legs up in the air,
wrapping them around her husband's strong, slender waist.
The new position exposed her inner pussy lips to more stimulation. His hairy loins,
now thickly coated with the heavy cream which was flowing from her cunt, rubbed
against her swollen, throbbing pussy lips, and stimulated her clitoris.
Her little love button became inflamed and popped out of its fleshy sheath, tingling
with its own erotic delight, which added to the sexual upheaval which reigned in her
body.
The friction of George's prick against her pussy walls created a delicious heat which
caused her inner sex flesh to tingle more erotically. The grip of her arms and legs
around her husband's hard-humping body tightened as she felt a delicious pre-orgasmic
tension rippling through her.
Her spine felt as if it were electrified, and sweat gleamed on her skin. Her husband's
body was also sweating, and Kim had the feeling that they were fused together in the
heat and moisture of their passion.
George pierced the depths of her pussy with increasing fury, as his balls swelled with
their seething load of scum.
Kim was beside herself with the wild passion which surged through her, as she felt the
fleshy pounding of George's prick in the depths of her pussy.
Her hips kept arching upward, hungrily, fiercely, as she strove to get more and more of
his prick into her pussy. If she could have, she would have sucked his balls into her
overheated, starving snatch.
The tingling in her flesh increased, and then she started to feel light-headed. She knew
she was going to come, and she moaned deeply as her husband plowed through the hot
wet meadow of her lust.
His cock swelled in her pussy, and Kim felt the throbbing in his prick getting stronger.
Her husband's come – wet hairy pubes smashed into her with increasing frenzy, and
then Kim's body stiffened as she felt the first spasm of an orgasm shooting through her.
She pressed the crown of her head against the pillow, and her mouth opened in a silent
scream of ecstasy, as she felt the spasms getting stronger and stronger.
Her husband's body writhed on top of hers, as he dug his massive prick deeper and
deeper into her quivering quim.
She felt her cunt closing in on itself, felt her juices rushing in lavish streams from her
quivering hole, as her husband stuffed her with his massive prick.
Then the convulsions became even more intense. Her pussy seemed to have turned into
an alternately gaping and sucking mouth, as her cunt walls closed in rhythmically
around her husband's hard-driving dork.
As her orgasm peaked, she felt George's prick spewing its warm, thick pellets of man
juice into her quivering cunt.
She heard the deep groan of passion which seemed to well up from the depths of his
belly, as his cock poured its heavy load into her cunt.
His juices mixed hotly with hers, and swelled the slimy tide which rippled downward.
As he lunged inward, his cock made wet sucking noises, which only enhanced the
passionate, thrilling sensations which had gripped her body and her mind.
George emptied his balls into his wife's teeming pussy, and then his body collapsed on
top of hers.
Kim's last orgasmic spasm faded slowly. She kept her tight grip on George's body, not
wanting to let him go.
Against her right tit, she could feel his heart racing, felt it starting to calm down.
His belly heaved with his labored breath. If she could have folded her body into his and
remained buried there, she would have done it.
George knew at least half of what she was doing to get her sexual kicks, and he didn't
mind at all. She wondered what he would do if she told him the rest of the story.
That, she decided, would have to be her guilty secret.
She didn't like carrying it around, but she didn't want to risk losing George again.
After a while, he slipped partially off her body, leaving his cock still pulsating in the
soggy swamp of her sex channel.
"I'm sorry, George," she said, biting his square chin softly.
"What for?"
"For – well, for saying I wanted a divorce. I don't!"
George grunted, and pulled her hard against his chest, and then pulled the covers up
over their steaming bodies.
Kim had the best night's sleep she had ever had, and it was she who woke in the
morning to find George already up arid making breakfast.
"Good morning," she said, cheerfully, padding nakedly into the kitchen, and hugging
her husband's still sleep-warm body.
He grunted and gave her a noisy, wet kiss on her lips, and continued to turn the
flapjacks he was making.
When they were eating, the Olsens were having their usual morning quarrel. Both
George and Kim ignored it. They had other business to attend to, including their
renewed love for each other.
"About that vacation?" George asked, raising his eyebrow at Kim.
"When do you want to take it?" Kim asked.
"How about sometime in October? Do you think you can get rid of the pets by then?"
"Even if I don't get rid of them, I can always ask Loreen to mind them, and pay her.
We may still have one or two. My kennels are very popular you know," she quipped,
pursing her lips proudly. "And I come highly recommended."
George grinned at her, finished his breakfast. As he was coming downstairs, after
having taken his shower, Tom's car was heard squealing away from the driveway.
Half an hour later, clad in jeans and a T-shirt, Kim was feeding and exercising the
animals.
"Oh, what an adorable little bulldog!"
She looked up to see Loreen, with Nora, peering over the hedge. Kim grinned.
The two women stepped through the hedge, and walked up to Kim. Loreen smiled
when she saw Kim's radiant face.
"You made up your quarrel with George," she said. "Ohh, isn't that nice?"
Kim blushed, and her grin broadened into a radiant smile.
"I sure did!"
Nora sat down on the step beside her, looking at her.
"And you got your nookie, too, I see."
Nora pinched Kim's nipple, which puckered so that it pressed against the thin fabric of
the T-shirt.
"I sure did!"
"Well, tell us about it!" Loreen said, sitting on the other side of Kim.
Kim didn't like to discuss the details of her sex life with her husband, and she
demurred.
"Why not?" Nora said. "You don't mind complaining when you don't get sex."
"Talking about no-sex is a hell of a lot different from talking about having sex," Kim
quipped.
The bulldog was running in crazy circles around the yard. He didn't get along with the
other dogs, so he had to be exercised separately.
Nora stooped over, and snapped her fingers, making a kissing sound with her mouth.
"C'mere, doggie," she said.
The pug-nosed creature turned and eyed her distrustfully, then he started to walk warily
toward her.
"Be careful of him," Kim said. "He's a nipper and he's not very friendly."
"Bulldogs have marvelous tongues, sweetie," Nora said, as the dog approached her feet.
She put her hand out slowly and started to scratch the bulldog behind his ears.
He moved a little closer.
"Wouldn't you like a nice little pussy to suck?" Nora asked the dog.
Loreen and Kim giggled. She no longer felt any aversion to the idea of doing it with
animals. They made her feel good.
Nora started to use both hands, scratching behind both of the dog's silky black ears.
His face was almost white, except for two black circles around his eyes.
As she scratched, she pushed the dog closer to her crotch.
The dog, as all doggies will, started to sniff, and Nora moaned, as the dog, encouraged
by her lack of discouraging him, pressed his snout hard against Nora's muff.
"Oh, he has promise," Loreen said. "Let's take him inside."
The three women rose and went inside. Nora took her clothes off immediately, and
Loreen followed suit.
Kim put on a pot of coffee and got some cake out of the refrigerator.
"Aren't you going to join us?" Nora asked.
The dog was too short for her to sit in a chair, so she sat on the floor, leaning against a
wall.
"Well, maybe. I'm not sure yet."
"Come here, baby," Nora cooed to the bulldog. The bulldog moved in between her
spread-apart thighs, and Nora jumped and giggled when she felt his cold snout
rummaging around in her pussy flesh.
"Oooh, come on, honey, lick it," Nora said, scratching the dog's ears. The dog
continued to snuffle around in her pussy, but he didn't lick her. Nora reached down
and scratched the dog's back, right where its curled tail met its torso.
She started to scratch as the dog sniffed noisily against her pussy meat.
"Come on, puppy!" Nora said, pushing the dog's face against her pussy. She started to
rub her muff against the dog's cold snout, but the dog didn't want to do any more than
sniff.
Kim got up from where she was sitting. Nora's efforts to get the dog to lick her cunt
were very funny, but the scene was still arousing to her. She was surprised.
She would have thought, after her wonderful love-making with George, that she
wouldn't be aroused, but Kim should have known better.
Good sex always greased her for more action, and George hadn't been the least bit
disapproving of the manner in which the women of the neighborhood got off – at least,
not their lesbian activities.
She went over to the cupboard, and got a jar of honey.
"Here," she said, offering the jar to Nora, "try this."
"I thought you weren't going to feed the animals crap any more," Loreen quipped.
"Once isn't going to hurt, and I want to see just how good this bulldog's tongue is,"
Kim retorted, laughing.
She took off her clothes, and watched Nora spill a golden flow of the honey onto her
pussy.
The dog sniffed again, and then wagged its curly tail.
"Oooh!" Nora gasped, pressing her head against the wall, and closing her eyes.
Kim got even more aroused listening to the snuffling, slurping sound the dog made as
he licked up the honey.
"Eeeh!" she shrieked, as he kept slurping, his thick, wet tongue catching the tip of her
clitoris which was inflamed.
Kim's juices were flowing hard and fast now, as she watched Nora being licked by the
dog.
The wet sucking noises from the dog's mouth got louder as Nora's pussy cream flowed
more lavishly from her aroused cunt.
"Ahh!" Nora gasped. Her hips dimpled and she bounced up and down wildly, as she
started to come.
A hot rush of excitement coursed through Kim, and she watched Nora coming with a
feverish intensity.
She brought her fingers to her own pussy, and found that her pink meat was already
bloated, and throbbing with passion.
Loreen had a wild, hot look in her eyes. She, too, was frigging herself as she watched
Nora come.
Nora gasped, as the last of her orgasmic spasms faded away.
"Come here, doggie!" Loreen said, whistling softly. Nora pushed the honey jar over to
her, and Loreen spilled a lavish amount on her pussy.
"Gee, when was the last time you got it!"
Kim commented, noting the way the come spilled over her pussy lips, and dribbled
onto the floor.
"Last Saturday, and Tom came too fast," Loreen retorted somewhat sourly. The dog
came snuffling over to where Loreen was sitting on the floor, her knees bent, her legs
splayed open as widely as she could get them.
The dog licked up the honey from the floor first. Since it was still dripping from
Loreen's cunt, the dog could have had a field day just with the floor, which was not
Loreen's intention.
She lifted the dog's head and pushed it close to her pussy, and the dog started to slurp
at her pussy.
"Oooh, nice, doggie, nice!" Loreen moaned, as she started to undulate her hips against
the dog's licking mouth.
The dog's tongue slurped thoroughly up and down over Loreen's quivering pussy.
Kim, watching the scene, couldn't wait for her turn. She got out of her chair, and sat
down on the floor, opposite Loreen, leaning her naked back against the leg of the
kitchen table.
The dog's tail kept wagging as he slurped up the honey, and Loreen's face became
flushed with passion, as she surrendered to the hot waves of pleasure which surged
through her.
Kim felt her pussy cream flowing hotly, turgidly, from her pussy. She bent her knees
up, pressing the soles of her feet against the floor.
Nora, having finished dressing, brought the honey jar over to Kim and handed it to her
with a wink.
Then she poured herself some coffee, and cut herself a big slice of cake. She sat at the
table, watching as Loreen got off on the dog. Her body sagged forward as the last of her
spasms shot through her.
Kim almost came when she felt the thick honey pouring over her already bloated labia.
"Come here, doggie," she said.
The dog quickly bounced over to Kim, and rummaged around in her pussy.
"Aiee!" Kim squealed, when she felt the contact of the dog's wet, cold nose, which
happened to thrust right against her clitoris.
She patted the dog for a while, as he slurped up the honey she had poured over her
pussy. His tongue was thick. The top side of it was slightly rough, and the abrasion of
his tongue against her pussy lips drove her crazy.
She felt her juices flowing faster, and then felt him nipping lightly at the tips of her
folds of flesh.
She moaned, shivering with the growing sexual upheaval in her belly.
Her clitoris popped out of its fleshy sheath and scintillated hotly with a myriad of
passionate sensations, as the dog's tongue roamed over her cunt lips.
His tongue kept swiping at her clitoris, causing her to clench her buttocks muscles
together. Her asshole was on fire, and the sweet spasms of a climax shot through her, as
she writhed in the ecstasy of her bestial passion.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as she felt her cuntal walls closing in on themselves. The fleshy
impact shot through her in warm, radiating waves, and her whole body bounced on the
floor, as the dog continued to snuffle and lick at her pussy meat.
When she had come down from her orgasm, her body tingled. The dog was now at the
jar itself.
He growled when Kim picked the jar up off the floor, and he defiantly stood in the
middle of the kitchen floor, barking for more.
Kim put him out, but even outside, he scratched at the door.
The women inside, dressed now, ate the cake, and drank coffee and gossiped for a
while.
The doorbell rang, as they were finishing their mid-morning feast. Kim went to the
door to discover a distressed Janet standing on the doorstep.
She barged in and went right to the kitchen, standing there, almost glaring at the
women.
"What's the matter, Janet?" Nora asked.
"It's Mike!"
"What's your husband done now?" Nora drawled, pulling a chair up for Janet to sit on.
"He's going to divorce me."
"Why?" the three women exclaimed at once.
"For cheating on him!"
"You've never cheated on him," Kim said, patting her on the shoulder.
"How do you know that?" Janet asked.
Kim was forced to relate the story of George's having hired a detective who trailed the
women for a week and a half. She also cited George's complimentary revision of his
opinion of the women.
"There, see?" Nora asked Janet. "All you have to do is tell Mike to speak to George.
George can show him the detective's report..."
"He's divorcing me for cheating on him with a German Shepherd!" Janet wailed.
"Where'd you get a German Shepherd?" Nora gasped leaning forward. "I declare Janet
Waltham, you've been holding out on me!"
"No, I haven't. I, err, borrowed the Mortons' German Shepherd. They left him out in
the yard one afternoon, and I remembered what you said about them being good for
fucking, so I invited the German Shepherd into my house, and fed it, and then I let it
hump me."
"Well, what happened?" Kim gasped.
"Ron Morton came over to see if I knew where his dog had gone, and I forgot to lock
the kitchen door before I went to it with the dog," Janet said. "He just walked in on me,
and then he told Mike. Mike thinks I'm disgusting and he's living in a hotel because he
doesn't want to come near me."
Janet started to weep.
Kim felt cold all over. What would George do if he knew about her and the animals? It
was only a matter of time, she thought, before the word might get out about the rest of
them and what they were doing.
And Kim herself had loaned out a lot of the animals she had been boarding. She was
even looking forward to getting a snake, because she would use the reptile herself, if it
weren't poisonous.
The women stayed longer, trying to console Janet, and then they left.
Kim made a very special dinner for George that night, who walked in with a bouquet of
flowers.
Kim was so content to be back on speaking terms with George, that she didn't even
think of protesting if George were not in the mood for sex, and she didn't ask him.
She was pleasantly surprised, however, once they were in bed, when George rolled
over,' and planted his prick in her pussy.
"Oh, George," she sighed, as she wallowed in post-orgasmic bliss, "I love you."
George grunted, and bit her nose, a gesture of affection.
"Did you hear about Janet and Mike?" George asked.
Kim could feel her hands going cold with apprehension.
"Yes. Janet came over here this morning in a swivet. I was having coffee with Nora and
Loreen."
"Huh! Were you making it together again?"
"No, George, we didn't make it together. We just had coffee and talked. How did you
hear about Janet?"
"Ron Morton called me late yesterday afternoon. He told me about Janet's using his
German Shepherd, and how he walked in on them. Then he informed me that he had
felt it his bounden duty to inform Mike."
"What do you think about it?" Kim asked.
George chuckled, "Well, I suppose that's one way to get your rocks off. Have you ever
thought," he said, curling over on his side to face her, his eyes sparkling with humor,
"of renting out the animals you board, when the girls get tired of sucking pussy."
"George!" Kim gasped, not knowing whether to laugh or be appalled.
"Just a thought," George said, pulling her hard against his chest, and snuggling down to
fall asleep. "It would be extra pocket money for you." : "I have enough pocket money,"
Kim said, sleepily.
She looked up at George's face. His eyes were closed, his lashes creating a semi-circular
shadow under his eyes.
"George?"
"Hmm?"
"Sometimes I wonder just how conventional you really are," Kim said, with sincerity.
George opened his eyes, and kissed her forehead, and then snuggled her closer.
"I'm not conventional at all. That's just an act I put on to get along in the world."
Kim lay awake long after George's pleasant rumbling snore started, wondering about
his remark.


Chapter 7

The long hot summer passed.
So did the divorce brouhaha between Mike and Janet.
He moved back into the house, and Janet carried on as usual. Once, just for spite, she
"borrowed" the Mortons' German Shepherd and informed Mike that she had done it.
He wanted to know why, and she told him that once a week wasn't enough nookie for
her.
Mike had talked to George. George was the steady guy who usually had the answers in
the neighborhood. Kim had always noted that anything any of the guys needed, George
usually had, and then she would sigh with good-natured exasperation when he'd come
up from his workshop, or out of the tool shed in the large back yard, wondering where
a certain item was.
Kim kept a list of the things people borrowed, after a while, and she would make a
phone call so that George could get back what others borrowed.
Tom had come to him about his quarrels with Loreen once. Kim had watched the two
men talking on the lawn, and Mike had even visited George at his office to ask him
about the divorce.
Kim was still fascinated with George's seeming indifference to the sex club which the
women still kept active, and his amusement about Janet and the German Shepherd, but
she didn't push the issue, still feeling vaguely uneasy about her bestial episodes.
The snake was always her favorite masturbating creature, and most of the time, when
she visited Taylor, she would use it.
One night, while they were lying in bed, having just finished fucking (George was
much more active sexually, and he had stopped working so hard), he startled her with a
question.
"How many of the other girls use animals to fuck with?" he had asked her. Kim's head
snapped off the pillow.
She decided on the truth, never knowing just how much George knew.
"I think most of them have used animals. Taylor has a snake."
"I know about that. That's one of the oldest tricks in the books. The Greek and Roman
women used to use eels."
"That's what Taylor told me."
"Did you use it?" George asked her.
"Well, yes," Kim said, burying her head under the pillow and waiting for an explosion.
It didn't happen.
"What'd it feel like?"
"What?" Kim asked, pulling her head cautiously out from under the pillow.
"What'd it feel like?"
"It's not as good as you," she said, tracing the curved line of one of the veins on his
arm.
George grunted.
"I did it when I was mad at you, that horrible week," Kim confessed.
George rolled over and pulled her hard against him.
"Don't let's ever quarrel like that again, darling," he said. "Let's talk about what bothers
us."
"I agree," Kim said with a contented sigh.
"Why do you want to know about the women and the animals?" Kim asked.
"Because I heard Mr. Carstairs talking in the grocery store when I did the shopping
Saturday. You were over at the meat counter. He said there was some kind of devilish
club in the neighborhood. The way he described it, it was a witches' coven of some sort,
and he said that the members of the club copulated with animals."
"Oh!" Kim said. "I wonder who he could mean?"
"Don't know. He's a little bit hare-brained anyway. He was indicating that there was
some dark, insidious plot to corrupt the whole town and make us all minions of the
devil."
"Mmmm!" Kim said.
A week after that conversation, while she was reading the newspaper, having her second
cup of coffee, Loreen tapped on her back door.
Kim poured a second cup of coffee.
"Did you see this?" Loreen gasped, pushing a newspaper article which she had torn out
of the Evening Journal across at her.
The headline was "Devil Worshipers Coven Suspected."
The neighborhood was not specified, but the community in which Kim and her friends
live was cited as the general location.
"Do you suppose they're talking about us?" Loreen asked. There was a worried look in
her eyes.
"I don't know. It's funny! George asked me a week ago how many of us had made it
with animals."
"Jeez! You didn't tell him, did you?"
Kim sighed, and pushed the article across the table at Loreen.
"Yup. I sure did. I certainly didn't go into any extensive detail, but I even told him that
I had used Taylor's snake. He already knew that!"
"How?"
"Loreen, I don't know. I'm just as edgy as you are. Maybe we should lay off for a
while."
"Fine by me. We can stick to fucking and sucking each other. But who could have seen
us doing it?"
"That detective George put on my trail?"
"If that's so, how come George didn't mention it to you when he said we were all
playing with each other, and that only Nora was cheating?"
"I don't know."
"Does he throw that in your face?" Loreen wanted to know.
"No. He thinks it's kind of funny. As a matter-of-fact, he said he'd like to watch us
making it sometime. He said it's a common male fantasy, which I never realized."
"George actually doesn't mind your doing it with girls?"
"No," Kim said, thoughtfully.
"And he didn't hit the roof the way Mike did, when you told him about the snake?"
Loreen's face expressed intense disbelief. "Nope! He knew what Taylor told us – about
the Greek women using eels. Sometimes, especially lately, I wonder about my
husband."
"Your sex life still good?"
"Wonderful!" Kim said, smiling radiantly. "I'm jealous," Loreen said mournfully.
"Oh, don't be, Loreen," Kim said, pouring more coffee for her, and kissing her soft,
warm cheek.
The rumor spread even more about the bestial witches' coven. The girls got together
one afternoon, to discuss it.
"I think we should cool it for a while."
"Yeah, not a bad idea," Janet said in response to Taylor's comment.
"I'd still like to know how someone found out about us," Nora said, biting her lower
lip.
"Hey, wait a minute! We don't know if they're talking about us," Kim said. "All we
know is that they're talking about a witches' coven that practices bestiality. It might not
be us at all!"
"Could it be that Mr. Carstairs as George said?" Loreen wanted to know.
Kim shrugged her shoulders. George was out of town for the weekend on a business
trip. After the good loving she had received, she was extra hungry for sex.
Fortunately for the girls, they had no intention of undressing on that particular
afternoon, having agreed to suspend their activities for a week or two.
Fortunately, because the doorbell rang.
Most of the young women started, their eyes widening involuntarily.
"Who could that be?" Loreen muttered. Kim went to the door and peered through the
window, set into it.
She opened the door to the strange man.
"Yes?"
"My name's Robert Billbury. I'm a detective."
"Yes?"
The man shoved some photographs into her hand. Kim looked at them and then
gasped.
They were pictures of the women making it with each other! Fortunately, there were no
pictures of them making it with the animals. All the pictures had been taken through
the Venetian slats of Taylor's house.
"Why are you giving these to me?" Kim asked cautiously.
The man grinned, and leaned against the door.
"If you'll invite me in, I'll tell you how I got those photographs."
"I know how you got the photographs! My husband hired you..."
"Hired my partner! He gave the photos to your husband, I gather."
"That's right."
"Well, I found the negatives in his safe."
Kim felt a shudder of disagreeable surprise running up and down her spine.
"Is this a blackmail visit?" she asked.
"Right, lady."
"My husband and I have already discussed this matter," she said firmly, shoving the
pictures back into the man's hands. "I don't think anyone is interested."
"They might be, Mrs. Kimble, if these pictures wound up in one of the pornography
magazines. Just imagine it, your tuchus blown up in a centerfold, sucking off that pretty
lady there... " The man leered at Kim.
"I see," Kim said.
"Who is it, Kim?" Nora said, coming to the door.
Wordlessly, Kim handed the photographs to Nora, who shrieked when she saw them.
The shriek brought the rest of the girls to the door.
"Afternoon, ladies. I see you're all dressed," the blackmailer said.
"How much are you asking for?" Kim said, trying to think, to stall for time until she
came up with some answer. It was one thing for George to be compassionate and
understanding about her sexual shenanigans. It would be quite another matter for
George, and the other men in the neighborhood to be embarrassed by seeing their
wives' bodies in various lesbian attitudes with the wives of their friends!
"Ten thousand dollars," the man said. "In cold cash."
"I can't raise that before Monday!" Kim said.
"That's fine with me. I'll see you Monday morning then."
He turned to leave.
"Don't you want these back?" Nora spat at the disgusting man.
"Hell, no, lady," the man laughed. "I have the negatives. I can make as many copies of
those as I want!"
He walked down the long flagstoned walkway, and got into a flashy, brand-new car.
"George really opened a can of worms, I think," Nora said.
"Not really," Kim replied thoughtfully, gazing at the photographs. "But we've got to
stop that man."
"How?" Janet gasped.
Odette started to cry. "Oh, I can't stand it. My husband's going to kill me!"
"Well," Kim said, sitting down again on the couch,, still staring at the photographs,
"George was very understanding, and so was Mike. Why shouldn't the rest of your
husbands be equally understanding? It isn't like our marriages are all that bad – merely
rocky at times," Kim said.
"It's all very well for you to say that!" Odette reported, "but my husband is so
conventional and strait-laced, that he's going to have the shit shocked out of him.
Besides which, I won't get alimony if he sues me for adultery!"
"Wait a minute! Is doing it with a woman technically adultery?" Taylor asked. She
looked at Kim, who was the most widely read of the group.
Kim laughed without much humor.
"I don't know. I suppose it is, but you couldn't prove it by me. I'd have to ask a lawyer,
and I don't dare call our family attorney. He'd wonder why, and I'd feel like I was
washing dirty linen in public."
"The hell with it!" Janet said, rising defiantly. "Let's go use the Mortons' German
Shepherd."
There was a murmur of approval. Both the Mortons worked, and the dog was left out
in the back yard all day, guarding the house. He was, however, friendly with the
neighbors, although strangers were wary of the animal, who barked fiercely and bared
his fangs.
Half an hour later, the dog was in Janet's house, the doors and windows had all be
locked, and the shades drawn tightly.
"Now I dare someone to look in," Janet said.
Janet was down on all fours. The dog, already trained, had mounted her haunches,
panting furiously, drooling, and wagging its tail. "Oooh," Janet groaned, as she felt the
slimy red penis of the dog pumping into her pussy. "Oooh! Oooh!"
"Is he as good as Mike?" Taylor laughed. She was sitting on the floor, sipping a Tom
Collins, the drink of the day, and rubbing her pussy at the same time.
"Better!" Janet grunted. "Mike always comes too fast."
"Our poor husbands need some consciousness-raising," Odette sighed.
"That's not a bad idea," Kim said. "Why don't we all get together one night and have it
out with them? I'll bet every guy can teach every other guy something about what he
does to overcome his faults."
"What faults does George have?" Taylor asked, giggling.
"None – at least none for over a month!" Kim bragged. The girls all groaned, and then
Janet's wailing orgasm reached their ears, and they turned to look at her.
Janet's boobs were bouncing furiously, as she bucked back into the humping dog. The
dog just kept slamming into her creaming pussy. Every now and then his haunches
would move back so far that his erect, slimy red prick would fall out of Janet's pussy,
but he would slam it back in with unerring accuracy.
Janet's body writhed spastically, as she started to come. As she squirmed in the throes
of her orgasm, Kim felt a wild sensation shooting through her.
She wanted to try the dog.
When Janet had finished her orgasm, Kim took her place. The dog's cock felt wet and
slimy.
It certainly wasn't as big as a man's prick, but it was effective, as it lunged into her 
wellgreased cunt.
She felt her body swelling with the lawless passion which suffused her, and then her
nipples started to tingle.
She reached her hand down, and started to rub her passion-bloated meat as the dog
continued to lunge into her, his indefatigable prick rubbing against her itching,
creaming pussy walls.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, her voice coming from her throat in rasping sounds. She started
to breathe heavily as she felt the itching increase in her pussy, signaling the onset 
of her climax.
Her cuntal walls closed around the animal's hard-pumping prick, and then she started
to squeal.
She felt the furry loins of the animal slamming against her ass cheeks, as she started to
buck backward against it, driving its prick deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Her pussy exploded with a frothing geyser of come-cream, as her orgasm shot through
her.
Around her, the women frigged themselves, waiting their turn. Kim moaned, and
continued to buck backward, forgetting her determination, made in concert with the
other women, to cool it for a while.
There was a rampant sense of paranoia among them for their bestial activities. At the
moment, Kim was beyond all reasoning, as the hot waves swept through her, gripping
her entire body.
As the dog's slimy prick lunged into her convulsing pussy, her hand rubbed and rubbed
against her aroused, and tingling, clitoris.
"Arggh!" she screamed, as her orgasm peaked. The dog's furry paws gripped her
haunches tightly, the fur creating an added dimension to the wild passion which had
possessed her body.
The claws of the dog dug into her soft skin, as she bucked and writhed in the
passionate fulmination which had possessed her.
Her orgasm peaked, and started to fade away. The dog just kept humping in and out of
her pussy, until she pulled away from him.
She lay on her belly, gasping for breath, and then she squealed with delight as she felt
the dog licking her pussy, cleaning all her juices from her quivering cunt lips.
She sat back and sipped her drink, watching the other women take their turns with the
dog. By the time Odette, the last of them to try the dog, had come, Kim had had
another orgasm watching the sexual festivities.
The German Shepherd was put back in his yard, and the women separated, to go to
their homes.
It was a Friday afternoon.
Kim tried to read but couldn't concentrate and the sound of the television set annoyed
her.
George called her around eleven.
"When are you coming home?" she asked, assiduously avoiding the troublesome matter
of the blackmail.
"Well, I'm supposed to be home Monday afternoon, but I've been doing pretty well,
and I might be able to make it Sunday night."
"Do try, darling. I miss you," Kim said, feeling her pussy cream.
She took care of her animals, but assiduously avoided any sexual contact with them
over the weekend.
For the life of her, she couldn't think of a way to stop Robert Billbury herself, and she
knew she would have to take George into her confidence.
She could have got down on her knees thankfully that she had a husband like him. He
was a paragon!
She had never suspected the depths of his loyalty, although the loyalty itself went
without question. But she was fascinated with her husband. He had revealed traits
which she had never suspected.
If she possibly could, she wanted to make it with another woman, with George
watching, just because he had said he wanted to.
Maybe Nora, would do it with her! And then, if George wanted, he could fuck Nora!
Nora didn't mind being unfaithful. After all, Fred was!
She went to bed early Sunday evening, just because she could no longer bear the
tedium of waiting.
She was awakened with a start by her very naked, and very ardent husband climbing
into bed, and pulling her against his body.
She felt his penis pressing against her belly, felt the small slimy drop of pre-come which
fell on her skin, as he kissed her passionately.
She moaned as George's mouth covered hers, his tongue snaking between her
unresisting teeth. Then his tongue went wild in her mouth.
Every problem she thought she had melted away in the heat of the moment. She
bucked her hips against George's thickly furred loins, feeling the heat there, which
raised her own sexual temperature.
George's hands moved to her breasts, and she felt him kneading her nipples between
the thumb and forefinger of each hand, until her pink little nubbins of flesh were
puckered and scintillating with sexual excitement.
Then his hand moved down to cup her own golden-pelted love mound, his middle
finger slipping in between her cunt cleft.
She felt his finger rubbing up and down her rapidly swelling pussy meat, and she
bucked upward, driving the tip of his finger into her creaming cunt.
"Gee, you're horny," George said.
"That's your fault!" Kim husked, curling her arms around George's neck, and raking
her fingernails over his back.
She spread her legs, and felt her pussy meat flowering outward, throbbing hotly with
her desire.
George pressed his massive cock head against her tight, creaming hole, and lunged
inward, lodging his cock tightly in her creaming snatch.
She raised her knees, and started to buck and grind her hips against George's hairy
pubes as he started to move in her, his cock strong and demanding in its pumping
motions.
She groaned, as he lowered his body on top of hers, and then worked his arms under
her sweating, trembling back, pressing her hard against him. The tightness of his
embrace increased the pre-orgasmic pressure which was building in her loins, and she
felt her pussy cream flowing faster and harder, as George continued to fuck her
furiously.
His heat washed over her, and she felt him beginning to sweat. Perspiration moistened
her flesh, as his cock raised her fever to a higher pitch.
"Oh, so good, George, so good!" she gasped, grinding her swollen pussy meat against
his down-thrusting loins.
His pubic hairs rapidly became wet and matted with the thick syrup pouring warmly
from her womb. His strokes were long and deep, and Kim quivered with the growing
passion which she felt.
His cock was like a magic wand, which drove her desire to a higher pitch, and each
stroke of his massive prick against her pussy walls increased the scintillating pleasure
which surged through her.
She felt his wet and matted pubic hairs slamming into her, as his passion mounted and
he fucked her with more fury. The delicious sensation of his loins slamming into her
caused her clitoris to pop out of its fleshy sheath and bum with erotic desire.
Kim started to whimper as she felt the demanding waves of orgasm rippling through
her. Her cuntal muscles began to convulse softly.
She bucked her hips up furiously against George's down-thrusting loins, mashing her
passion-bloated petals of passion meat hotly against his hairy pubes, as his cock thrust
into her teeming depths over and over again.
She ran her hands hungrily over his rippling back and then cupped his muscular buns.
His cock rammed into her fleshy depths, creating a wild havoc in the depths of her
body.
His breath blew in feathery puffs against her face, as she felt the wild tremor of his
passion gripping his flesh.
Her orgasm trembled on the bring of eruption, and her body" stiffened, as she pressed
it against her husband's sweating torso.
"I'm gonna come," she gasped, panting heavily as she felt the first fiery pin-pricks of
passion tantalizing her inner sex flesh.
George continued to slam his powerful fuck meat into her, his hard, throbbing shaft
rubbing against her pussy walls.
Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow, and her face glowed with the wild
excitement which had warmed her ardent flesh.
Then she felt the fiery pools of climax gripping her cunt, causing it to contract and then
relax. The pools spread outward in concentric ripples which gripped her entire body.
As she started to come violently, George's grip around her back tightened hard enough
to cut off some of her breath, and even the sense of breathlessness enhanced the erotic
upheaval which reigned in the pit of her womanhood.
Her pulse points pounded furiously, as the convulsions in the pit of her snatch got
Stronger and stronger.
At the height of her orgasm, she felt her husband's gism washing against the quivering,
almost vibrating walls of her pussy. She felt as if her cuntal muscles were sucking the
thick warm fluid up into her convulsing womb, as he shot load after load into her.
She loved the soggy feeling of her pussy, as her husband's spunk melded with her own
fragrant come cream, swelling the slimy tide which oozed out of her well-stuffed fuck
channel.
She writhed for a long time beneath George, as he fucked her, and even after he had
emptied his balls into her sweet, sucking snatch, he kept on pumping until her body
collapsed, exhausted.
She squirmed beneath him wetly, loving the weight of him on her, the feeling of his
arms around her, pressing her tightly against his throbbing, sweating chest.
His cock throbbed still in her soggy pussy, occasionally lurching with an after spasm.
She squeezed her cuntal muscles around his softening dick affectionately.
"What changed your mind about sex?" she asked him when he had caught his breath.
"My mind was never changed about sex. I just had to think about my attitude to you,"
George said.
"George?"
"What, love?"
He was nuzzling her ear, and his cock was getting hard again, just like their premarital
days.
"You are the most marvelous man alive."
George laughed.
"When did you find this out?"
"Just recently. I figure it comes from living with you."
"Or maybe trying my patience?" George quipped, arching an eyebrow at her.
"I adore you!"
They fell asleep, still locked in each other's arm, George's prick still stuck in her pussy.
In the morning, he fucked her again.


Chapter 8

Kim told George about the blackmail over breakfast.
"I'm not going to pay it, Kim," George said.
"I honestly don't think we should," Kim responded. She showed George the photos.
"Do you like them?" she asked him, mischievously.
"I'd rather see the same thing in the flesh," George said. Kim looked down at her
husband's crotch. It was bulging!
"How about if we do it with. Nora?" Kim asked, archly.
George looked at her sharply.
"You'd be willing to do that?"
Kim sat on his lap, and squirmed around on it. They had plenty of time. George wasn't
due into his office until noon.
"I'll do anything that will please you, George," she said.
"What about Nora?"
Kim giggled.
"She'll do it. She even says she'll fuck you."
"I won't go that far," George said. "But she can watch while I fuck you, which I assure
you I will probably do after I watch you making it with her."
"Why don't you want to fuck Nora?"
"For the same reason you dumb dames make out with each other!" George laughed.
"Why should I dip my wick into another man's honey pot?"
"Is that why you don't mind the girls making it together?"
"Sort of," George said. He looked at her intently for a moment, and his grip around her
waist tightened almost painfully, as his face got fierce.
"I want you to be only my woman! Only mine," he said.
Kim felt weak with desire and a sudden wave of admiration washed over her.
"I am only yours," she said, actually feeling her self blush, as she said it. She nestled her
face in the soft curve between his neck and his shoulders, almost wanting to cry with
happiness.
Finally, she looked at him.
"What are we going to do about those pictures?"
"Let him print them!"
"Well, if you don't mind," Kim said, "then I don't! But there are other wives involved."
"Funny," George said, frowning.
"What?"
"All these pictures were taken at Taylor's house."
"So?"
"Well, the pictures the detective gave me – and I wasn't aware that he had a partner –
were taken here, and at Janet's, and at Taylor's, and every one of these poses is different
from the ones I have."
"Do-do you suppose...?"
George pushed Kim off his lap, and walked decisively to the phone. He called the
detective agency, and then came back.
"They destroyed the negatives," he said, sitting down again. "And Markson doesn't have
a partner named Billbury. He doesn't have a partner at all!"
"Well, who...?"
"And why?" George added.
Kim gasped.
"George! He's coming here today! I told him to!"
"Fine! I'm going to call into my office and tell them I won't be in today. I'll meet him."
George made another phone call. While he was making it, Loreen scratched nervously
on the back door.
Kim opened it.
"Come in!"
"Did George come home yet?"
"He came in last night. He's calling his office. That guy wasn't from the detective
agency my husband used."
"Well, who is he, then?"
"We don't know. But George is going to find out. I didn't hear Tom leave this
morning," Kim added, as she poured a cup of coffee for Loreen.
"He called in sick.
I told him about the photographs. I couldn't help it, Kim. I was just desperate! And you
know something?"
Loreen's face screwed up in a funny look, which was a cross between wanting to cry,
and downright happiness. Kim smiled.
"He was so damned understanding. He actually apologized for his sexual indifference.
Well, he never was the greatest lover in the world, but he's a hell of a man."
George walked back into the kitchen.
"That sounds like a very high recommendation," he said. "I assume you're talking about
Tom."
"I am. Although Kim tells me that you're both!"
George laughed, and took Kim into his arms, kissing her noisily.
"I-I told Tom about the pictures. He stayed home. He doesn't think Kim or the rest of
us should deal with this man alone," Loreen informed him.
"Good. Go call him and tell him to come over. Oh!" he added, as an after-thought.
"Call the rest of Les Girls and find out if any of the others told their husbands."
An hour later, Nora and Mike, Loreen and Tom, and Taylor and Warren, were seated at
the Kimbles' kitchen table, talking.
Kim came in from feeding the animals. There were only three cats, and two dogs –
both miniature poodles, in her kennels. She also had one parrot, which squawked
noisily in the kitchen window, because it was too cold for him to be outside.
"What about Fran and Janet and Odette?" Kim asked Loreen who had made the phone
calls while Kim was taking care of her boarding pets.
"They didn't tell their husbands. I told them to stay home until the other guys
straightened the matter out."
Warren cleared his throat.
"George has come up with an extremely good idea, and I think we should go along
with it."
"What?" Kim asked, sitting on her husband's lap, not for lack of another seat.
"He's going to talk to the man, and tell him to go to hell with the pictures. When the
man leaves, Tom and I are going to be stationed, in our cars, and we shall follow him to
see where he goes. Then we can either call the police, to take care of him, or if the
situation warrants it, we'll take care of him ourselves."
"I would rather you didn't, Warren," Taylor said, with a look of concern on her face.
"I've got you into enough of a jam."
"My dear! You're young and beautiful, and I've grown too old too fast. I am gratified
that you haven't, err, expressed your sexual frustration with another man, and I happen
to concur with George and Tom here. I'd rather have you playing with your lovely
friends, and I don't see any harm in it. I might be old, but I don't think I was every
very conventional." Mike had a sour look on his face.
"Well, I'm not old, but let me tell you, my hair's turning white! How can you guys say
things like that! I mean, Janet here..."
"Come on, man! Are you tell me you never . went to a prostitute, or to one of those
club where women perform, or better yet, men and women perform with animals?"
George exclaimed.
"Have you?" Kim exclaimed, aghast.
"Sure! How do you think I get my rocks off on the road?"
"With a hooker?"
"No, dummy! I told you I've never cheated on you. But I sure like those old-time dirty
shows!"
Warren laughed.
"I remember once, in Paris, a club called Le Cauchon. There was this exquisite Parisian
woman who used to perform with a horse."
"A horse! How did she do it?" Nora gasped, leaning forward.
"Don't tell her! She'll do it!" Mike groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead.
"Oh, listen, Mike," George said. "When the guy comes, you sneak out the back way,
and get his license plate. Get the name of the owner from the bureau of motor vehicles,
while we're taking care of the rest of the plan. Get it to me as fast as possible."
"Right," Mike said, still wearing a disgruntled look.
"How did the girl fuck the horse?" Nora persisted.
Mike groaned.
"Why she had a platform on which she lay," Warren said, his eyes twinkling as he
remembered the erotic experience.
It was just high enough so that it reached almost to the horse's belly. The horse was
held by another woman, so that it couldn't go wild.
"The platform was slanted in such a way, that her hips were raised. There was a bar at
her head, which she could hold onto while she bucked into the horse's penis.
"The horse's hind legs were slightly splayed and then tethered to the sides of the
platform, which constricted his movements, but hers were magnificent! She could arch
her hips up with a precision which caused the horse's penis to penetrate her vagina
quite accurately every time.
"Her motions were like greased lightning, and she always came. You could tell that she
was coming. You could actually see her juices dribbling down her ass crack, could see
them staining the horse's penis. It was magnificent."
Kim looked doubtfully at Warren's crotch. It wasn't bulging. But there was no denying
the lust in his eyes!
Kim's pussy was creaming.
"Isn't a horse's prick awfully big?"
"It certainly is! I'm quite sure that woman was ruined for a mere human male for the
rest of her days."
"Catherine the Great was supposed to have died that way," Taylor said.
"How?" Nora asked.
"She was fucking a horse. But apparently the horse was in braces, and the braces
collapsed and she was crushed," Taylor explained.
"Ughh! What a way to go!" Kim said. Her pussy was in an uproar. But the conversation
at that point was stopped by the ringing of the doorbell.
Kim looked automatically at the clock. It was twelve-fifteen.
Mike raced out through the back door, followed by Warren and Tom. George hid
behind the door in the living room.
It was agreed that Kim would answer the door under George's watchful eyes, and invite
him in.
The other women stayed in the kitchen, quietly, with the door closed.
Kim opened the door, and stared at Robert Billbury.
"Do you have the money, babe?" he asked.
"I do. Come in."
She stepped aside, and let the man in. He walked boldly into the living room, followed
by Kim. George slammed the door shut, and the man swung, startled.
"Who're you?" he demanded.
"The aggrieved husband," George said with considerable aplomb, his hands thrust in
his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"Yeah? Well, just give me my money and I'll leave."
"I'm not giving you any money. You can print those pictures for all I care."
The man's voice and face turned ugly. "I'm not kidding, you know."
"Neither am I," George said, his voice still light.
"You don't give a shit if your wife's face and ass are smeared all over some magazine or
newspaper?"
"I think she's rather beautiful, and the shots are really hot. You're a good cameraman,"
George quipped.
"I don't think any of the other men are going to think like that," the man said,
storming toward the door.
"Well, then, ask them to dip into their savings to buy you another new car," George
said.
The man slammed out of the living room, and a moment later, they heard his car
starting up.
He had left the front door open. George went to it, and closed it.
A moment later, Mike came in through the back door.
"Got it!" he cried, waving a piece of paper. Kim peered through the window just in time
to see Tom's car turning the comer. She caught a faint flash of the man's car, just in
front of his.
"Isn't he trailing too close?" she asked George, who was right behind her.
"Don't know. He may mean to pass him, and let Warren take over, and then catch up
with them later."
"Clever! Where'd you learn all this?" Kim asked, curling her arms around her
husband's neck, and biting his lower lip.
George grinned.
"Detective novels," he said, hugging her.
Mike was now on the phone. The phone call lasted all of fifteen minutes.
He came into the kitchen, where the' crew were gathered.
"Well, the guy's name is Billbury all right, and he is . a detective. Specializes in
matrimonial work."
"That means that someone's husband is checking up on someone's wife," Kim said. "I
wonder who?"
"Well, not any of us, anyway," Taylor said. "It has to be either Janet or Odette or Fran."
"Better call them and warn them," George said, coolly.
"Why?" Kim asked, somewhat naively. "They don't make it with men. Just us girls, and
a few pets."
"Yech!" Mike said.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," George said.
"Have you?" Mike retorted, sourly.
"Did it with a goat when I was a kid," George said, flashing a very broad and very lewd
grin at Kim, who was absolutely stunned by the admission.
Then she laughed.
"I wonder what a goat would be like?" Nora said, wistfully. Mike cuffed the back of her
head.
Loreen went to the phone and called the three women to inform them of the state of
affairs.
Half an hour later, Warren called.
George took it.
"Well, we pinned him down. He works out of a cabin near the lake, apparently. His car
is parked there, and Tom and Warren are guarding the place. Shall we go?" he said to
Mike.
"Darling, be careful!" Kim said.
George squeezed her.
Left to their own devices, the women brought in the two miniature poodles to lick their
pussies.
Their tongues were small, and they lashed readily at the women's cunts, but they were
far from unsatisfactory, as the women found out.
The light teasing of the fast-flicking tongues prolonged the pre-orgasmic pleasure and
their orgasms, when they happened, were far more powerful.
Kim let Taylor and Loreen play with the poodles first, and then it was her turn, and
Nora's. Both dogs were adorable and playful.
Kim squealed when she felt the poodle's little tongue flicking at her pussy. The
sensation was quick and tantalizing.
Her pussy lips bloated, as the animal continued to play sexily with her pussy. She
positioned his head, so that his flicking tongue could reach her clitoris.
Her little love button popped out of its fleshy sheath, and started to vibrate with the
wild erotic sensations which shot through it.
Then she squeezed her thighs, together, so that the soft, fluffy fur of the animal was
teasing the inner flesh of her thighs.
She squeezed the animal hard, as his tongue moved in flickering motions over her
tingling button of ecstasy.
She moaned, and felt the sweat pouring from her flesh, as the animal's tongue
continued to tease her overheated pussy meat: A wave of hot, lustful bliss surged
through her, making her feel light-headed. She started to undulate her hips, pressing
them against the dog's panting mouth.
Even his hot breath served to raise her temperature to a feverish pitch, as the bright
little animal licked and slurped at her pussy meat.
Her clitoris felt as if it were on fire, and she squeezed her thighs even more tightly
together, getting off on the feeling of the fluffy fur of the animal against her thighs.
She squeezed his head against her hard, so that his tongue, when it flicked out, teased
her clitoris.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as she felt the first wave of an orgasm ripping through her. Her
cuntal walls collapsed in on themselves. The little dog squirmed between her thighs,
and she loosened her grip somewhat as she started to come violently.
The dog started to lick up her pussy cream, attracted by its animal fragrance. She felt
his small tongue slithering into her pussy hole, and her cuntal walls closed in around
his tongue, as it teased the inner walls of her cunt.
Her body jerked and quivered, and she brought her hands to her tits, to caress the
swollen globes of flesh, as the dog continued to lick at her pussy meat, slurping up the
juices which flowed lavishly from her pussy, and then flicking his tongue up over the
palpitating folds of pink passion meat, and teasing her clitoris.
Finally she came down with a gasp. Nora was still writhing against the other poodle's
mouth. She watched the dog's pink tongue flicking at Nora's pussy, and she found
herself still aroused.
She got up and put on her clothes, and when Nora had finished having her orgasm, the
dogs were put into their cages again.
"I thought we were going to cool it," Loreen said wryly as they sat down to drink coffee
and wait for their men to return.
"Well, we haven't yet Heard anything else about the witches' coven?"
"There was a blur in last evening's paper," Taylor said. "Apparently the coven is
supposed to be quite large, but they're still saying it's somewhere in this community.
You want to know what I think?"
"What?"
"I don't think they're talking about us. I mean, we do it, but we really don't do it all
that much!"
"Thank God no one got photographs of us doing it with the animals," Nora said.
"Well, we tend to be more careful when we're using them," Kim said thoughtfully,
pulling up the shades, she had carefully lowered when they brought the dogs into the
house.
"Maybe we should be more careful when we're doing it to each other. I don't think I
want to go through this again," Nora gasped.
"I'm glad!" Kim said at the same time that Loreen was saying "It was really a good
thing it did happen!"
Taylor smiled.
"An understanding with one's husband, brought about by. a crisis, is always a good
thing."
"Did you ever have one with your husband?" Nora asked Taylor.
"Yes. About the snake, which he caught me with. He actually stayed and watched me
come, and caressed my hair."
"No wonder you love the bastard – even if he can't get it up any more," Nora quipped.
"But oh, how he can use his mouth!" Taylor laughed.
The men didn't return until four that afternoon, but they had the photographs, and the
negatives.
"And look at these!"
George threw another set of photographs down on the table.
The women gasped.
There were pictures of women mounted under the bellies of large goats, obviously
impaled on the goats' pricks. There were pictures of men doing it to sheep, female dogs,
and one man was doing it with a cow!
There were pictures of women being licked by dogs, and there was one picture of a hog
snorting away in an older woman's pussy. The expression on the woman's face
indicated extreme passion.
"Holy shit! This is the witches' coven they're all talking about!" Nora said, staring at
the photographs.
"Where is it?" Kim asked, noting how strange the room was.
"We don't know, and we don't care," Warren said. "We just took every incriminating
picture from the man's file to save others the grief we've gone through. Darling, next
time you give a sex party, please close the blinds!"
"Yes, Warren."
George and Kim were finally alone, and eating dinner.
"Whit happened?" she asked, wanting a full explanation which never got made while
everyone was chattering with happy relief.
"Did you call the girls and warn them?" George asked.
"Yes, and Loreen said she'd call them tonight to tell them that everything was O.K."
"It was as easy as falling off a log, actually. Tom and Warren and Mike and I just
stormed that house of his, and he folded. We roughed him up a little, and then went
over his place with a fine tooth comb.
"We found lots of photographs. Most of them we burned, along with the negatives, but
we kept these just so you girls could get off on them."
"And you boys, too?" Kim quipped.
"C'mere, babe," George growled, and Kim got up from her seat, and walked over to
where George was sitting.
With one deft motion, he had released her jeans, and pulled them down until they
bunched at her ankles.
With another swift motion, he had unzipped his fly, and pulled out his massive dick.
He pulled her over so that she was straddling his thighs, and then, his hands braced on
her waist, he lowered her onto his raging phallus.
George, who had always been a fairly conventional love, who tended to prefer the bed,
was still surprising Kim.
She squealed and shivered with a mini-orgasm, as she felt George's stiff prick plowing
through her pussy.
She cried out as she felt the waves of pleasure flowing through her, felt her pussy cream
starting to gush out of her well-stuffed cunt.
She braced herself by placing her hands on George's shoulders, and then she started to
rise and fall on his massive prick, feeling his cock rubbing against her itching, always
hungry twat walls.
George, equally aroused, kept his hands on her waist, and started to buck up into her,
his cock pounding in the depths of her cunt.
As she lowered herself on the hairy base of his monstrous dick, she ground her pussy
meat against his hairy loins.
Her nubbin of delight was wild with tingling sensations, and she felt as if her body
were swelling with the heated passion which had taken possession of her.
"Oh, George, you're wonderful!" she gasped.
"I intend to keep you thinking that!" George said, slamming upward, his cock making
wet sucking noises as he plugged her dripping twat over and over again.
There was a dark stain forming on his crotch, where Kim's juices flowed heavily. His
cock seemed to pry into the base of her pussy, and she felt the spasms of delight
coursing though her.
Her cunt seemed to suck on his prick, and the convulsions got more and more intense,
as she rose and fell on his prick.
George kept ramming his prick into her, until his cock swelled in her creaming snatch.
Kim squealed as she felt the hot wet kiss of his gism against her convulsing pussy walls.
The warm flow of his spunk into her pussy triggered her orgasm to an even greater
height.
George kept pumping into her until he had emptied his balls, and then he kept right on
thrusting inward, until the last sweet spasm of Kim's orgasm had faded away.
"Oh, George, that was good," she gasped, leaning her head against his shoulder. His sex
sweat had soaked through his shirt, making it damp.
George leaned forward, and Kim realized idly, that he had taken a mouthful of dessert,
as nonchalantly as if he hadn't fucked her.
It was cherry cobbler that night.
With his mouth full, he pressed his lips against Kim's mouth. She opened it and felt the
sweetness of the dessert flowing into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" she said.
With her body still impaled on George's massive cock, she ate her dessert that night
from. George's mouth.


Chapter 9

George and Kim took their vacation.
George took her to Hawaii, and it was like a second honeymoon. Loreen did, indeed
take care of the kennels, and the dogs took care of her and the rest of the sex club!
By the time she came back from her extended trip, tanned, rested, and more madly in
love with her husband than ever, the witches' coven had been broken up by a raid,
which had created a minor scandal.
Photographers, who had taken pictures during the raid, had a hey-day selling them to
magazines who would print them.
Kim and George found it very amusing. Their relationship had deepened
immeasurably.
Kim had a surprise for George's birthday, which was to occur about two weeks after
their return.
When he came home from work, on the eve of his birthday, he was met at the door by
Nora, in a very sexy negligee.
"Come on, lover," she said.
"What is this?" George asked, shying away from Nora who had tried to kiss him on the
lips. "Where's Kim?"
"Upstairs. Come on."
She led George upstairs, after divesting him of his brief case. George, true to the
agreement he had made with Kim, didn't work so much at the office, but he still hadn't
broken himself of the habit of taking work home some nights.
Actually, Kim didn't mind that. It was the idea of having him around the house which
made her content and happy.
When George walked into his bedroom, led by Nora, he gasped.
His wife was lying on the bed, stark naked.
"Happy birthday, darling. Nora, take off his tie and shoes and make him comfortable."
The stunned George was led to a comfortable seat which had been placed beside the
bed, and Nora divested him of his tie, his jacket, and his shoes.
Then she slipped out of her negligee, and got into bed with Kim.
George grunted, as he watched Kim and Nora assume a classic sixty-nine posture.
Kim was enormously aroused. She was doing something to make her husband happy,
and he was now in the room, sitting in a chair, his presence washing over her like a
warm, sexy blanket.
And she was making herself happy, knowing that her husband was going to watch her
making it with Nora.
Nora's fingers delicately pinched the plump white outer lips of Kim's pussy. She spread
her pussy lips apart, revealing the swollen, pink petals of flesh which nestled between
them.
Already they were glistening with her come cream.
Kim moaned, and bucked her hips upward, grazing her pussy flesh against Nora's chin.
At the same time, she started to caress Nora's dimpled, soft buns, as she listened to the
harsh, labored breathing of her husband, watching this performance.
She blew lightly on Nora's dark pussy hairs, watching them ripple with her gentle,
moist breath, and then she flicked her tongue out, sliding it into Nora's cunt cleft.
Nora's mouth was lowered to Kim's pussy, and Kim gasped when she felt her love
mound being encased in Nora's warm, oral cavity. She bucked upward, bending her
knees, and pressing the soles of her feet against the mattress, spreading her thighs even
wider, so that Nora had easier access to the pink sexy treasure between her plump
white outer love mound.
She started to glide her tongue up and down in a silky motion over Nora's comecovered pussy lips.
She pressed the tip of her tongue against Nora's prominent clitoris, and Nora started to
pant heavily against Kim's pussy meat, arousing the lust-besotted woman even further.
George grunted, and Kim heard the chair creak. She opened her eyes and looked at
him. He was removing his clothes, and his face was flushed with passion. She shivered
with a growing desire, knowing that as soon as she had finished with Nora, her
husband was going to keep his promise to her and fuck the shit out of her.
A hot gush of her pussy fluid flowed from her hole, and Nora's skilled tongue slurped it
up. Their mouths were making wet sucking noises, as they brought each other off.
Kim pursed her lips, as she writhed with a growing ecstasy, and sucked on Nora's
heavily flowing cunt hole.
Her juices tasted sweet, almost fruity. She suddenly stopped sucking.
"Nora, what did you use for a douche?" she asked, suspiciously.
Nora raised her head and winked at Kim.
"Strawberry juice. I thought you might like it better than the plain fare."
"I like your pussy cream, unflavored by strawberry," Kim quipped.
"Well, keep sucking. There can't be too much left. I've been creaming since I used it."
Nora put her head back between Kim's spread apart thighs.
Kim started to writhe on the bed, snake-like, as she slurped steadily up and down on
Nora's palpitating sex flesh.
Then she remembered the poodles, and she revised her tempo, flicking her tongue out
in brief forays, touching some part of Nora's pussy, and then retracting her tongue
again.
The sensation drove Nora crazy. She could feel Nora's heart beating against the lower
part of her abdomen, as she continued to flick her tongue out, catching Nora at her
love hole, fucking upward, and then catching her clitoris, which she lashed irregularly.
Nora's pussy humped steadily and with increasing fury against her skilled mouth as she
teased the woman mercilessly.
Her mouth and chin were soon coated with a thick patina of slime from Nora's
strawberry-flavored pussy.
Her own pussy was in a turmoil.
She opened her lust-blurred eyes and looked at her husband.
He was naked now, his powerful, massive prick fully erect, sprouting from his thick,
curly pubic hair like a lurid stalk.
His eyes were riveted on the woman writhing on the bed,. and Kim improved her
performance for his pleasure as well as her own. She bucked upward, jarring Nora's
body, and her fingers traced the curved line of Nora's ass crack, as she continued to lick
and suck on Nora's pussy.
George's body was covered with sweat. His body had never looked more magnificent,
but Kim had never been more in love with him.
Lost in the wonder of her sexual excitement, and feeling a hot wave of love and desire
washing over her, she started to slam up into Nora's face furiously, as she felt the first
pin-pricks of passionate release gripping her flesh.
She cried out, and the vibration of her moan tingled through Nora like a hot fire.
The woman's juices really started to flow from her pussy, and Kim thrust her tongue
into Nora's twat, feeling Nora's cuntal walls closing in around her prying tongue.
Nora was now lashing furiously at Kim's clitoris, as the woman bucked and heaved
under her palpitating, sweating body.
Kim gasped as she felt the subtle orgasm peak, and then fade away. She kept sucking
and licking at Nora's convulsing pussy, until she heard Nora moan against her twat
lips.
The moan vibrated through her pussy, and further aroused her, which was just what
she needed, because Nora slipped off Kim's body, just as her husband got out of his
chair, and approached the bed.
He fell on top of his wife, and Kim groaned.
"Jeez! I've never seen a cock that big in my life!" Nora gasped.
With one almost brutal shove, George impaled his wife on his massive prick, while
Nora watched.
She reached out and caressed George's muscular ass cheeks, as he buried his prick to
the hilt in her sweet, creaming cunt. Kim groaned, and threw her legs up in the air,
wrapping them around George's waist, as he started to move in her.
He worked his arms under her back, and pressed her breasts hard against his chest. She
could feel the violent beating of his heart against her right tit, as she surrendered to the
hot, wild fucking.
Nora's witnessing her husband's love-making enhanced the incredible ecstasy which she
felt.
As he lunged inward, his hairy loins pressed against her still-aroused pussy lips. They
seemed to swell even more, as his cock pried into her teeming depths.
Looking once, briefly, at Nora, still lying beside them on the bed, she noticed that her
friend was frigging herself, as she watched George's ass rising and falling, driving his
prick deeper and deeper into his wife's pussy.
Kim arched her hips up as she felt her pussy walls spreading before the violent
onslaught of her husband's prick.
He fucked her with deep, purposeful motions, pulling his prick out to the tip and then
slamming it inward again.
Kim trembled on the delicious brink of an orgasm, and the pre-orgasmic tension was
sustained, as her husband continued to ream out her ever-hungry twat.
She got lost in the loving she was getting. She felt swallowed up by her husband's
passion, as he lunged into her, his cock head battering against the fleshy depths of her
tunnel of love.
Her juices flowed freely out of her well-stuffed snatch, and trickled down her ass crack,
as George continued to saw in and out of her.
His body was hot, and his arms were strong and sweet, as he held her heard against his
chest.
Their flesh was glued together with the moisture and heat of their wild passion.
George's mouth came down and covered Kim's.
She moaned, almost drowning in the wild passionate kiss. George's tongue took
possession of her mouth, and she sucked on it, drawing it more deeply into her orifice.
She felt George's hands working down to the small of her back, and then felt his large,
powerful hands cupping her ass cheeks, holding her pinned against his hard-humping
loins.
She increased the pressure of her grip around his neck and waist, and then as her
husband really started to batter her pussy, she started to come.
The sweet sexual upheaval started in her clitoris, which seemed to be burning away.
Then it took possession of her cuntal walls which started to suck and grip rhythmically
at her husband's hard-driving dork.
She felt George's prick swelling in her pussy, felt the throbbing of his massive shaft
getting stronger as he started to come in her.
His come slit exploded with a seething load of come cream, and Kim squealed against
George's mouth, still plastered to hers, as she felt the sweet violence of her orgasm
exploding in her.
His juices mixed hotly with hers, and then dribbled down to add to the pool already on
the bed.
She writhed for a long time in the throes of her orgasm. George shot the last of his wad
into her teeming twat, and then his heavy, big body collapsed on top of hers.
She felt buried in him, and she loved it, raking her fingernails over his back.
The doorbell rang, and George started.
"What in hell is that?"
"Your surprise party, dear," Kim said, kissing him.
Nora had finished frigging herself, and had put on a flowing at home gown. It was
obvious, since the material clung to her figure, that she was wearing no underwear
under it "You take your times, darlings," Nora said, blowing them a kiss from the
bedroom door. "The rest of us will set up."
Kim smiled at George. "That's just the first present."
"What's the next one?" George asked, pulling out of her with every indication of
reluctance.
"I'm pregnant."
George laughed, and then pulled Kim into his arms. On their second honeymoon,
George had wistfully said that he wanted a baby.
"I thought you wanted to wait!" Kim had exclaimed.
"Not any more," George had said, at which point Kim pulled the circular case
containing her pills out of her purse, gone to the window, and pitched them out.
She found herself engulfed in her husband's strong arms. He picked her up and carried
her into the bathroom, where they took a fast shower, and then dressed for the party.
"We were wondering if you were ever going to show up," Mike said, a drink already in
his, hand. Nora was clinging to him, adoringly.
"Guess what Mike brought home for me tonight," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"What?" Kim asked.
Mike turned scarlet, and raised his eyes upward.
"A Great Dane," Nora gasped, trembling.
Every woman in the room, and the party consisted of the sex club members and their
spouses, turned and squealed.
"A Great Dane!" Taylor gasped, walking over to Nora.
"It's just a baby Great Dane," Mike gasped.
"Whatever made you change your mind?" George asked, speaking low because some of
the men, not in on the sexual shenanigans of the girls, were puzzled by the reaction of
their wives.
"I decided to keep the dirty linen in the house, and Ron seems to think that Duke, his
German Shepherd, is getting more than his share of human ass. Ron said that his wife
was wiping up a spot on the floor, and Duke mounted her. He never did that before."
Nora giggled.
"Well, I said it was a baby Great Dane!" Mike retorted defensively in response to Nora's
giggle.
"But babies grow up to be big!" Nora said.
"Speaking of which," Kim said, still hanging adoringly on her husband's arm. "I'm
pregnant!"
That produced a sensation which called for another round of drinks, and
congratulations for the parents to be.
"That's not a bad idea," Mike murmured to Nora. "Maybe it would turn you off
animals."
"Mike, darling, how can we have a baby when our house will be full of Great Dane?"
"Shit!" Mike muttered.
In addition to the sex scene with Nora, and the baby, Kim had bought her husband a
beautiful emerald ring, and cuff links to match.
"How did you afford these?" George gasped, as he opened the lavish gift to the oohs
and aahs of the awed guests.
"The kennel, darling, the kennel!"
Kim winked at her husband, who grinned back at her broadly.
The party lasted late, and finally Kim and George were left alone. Nora and the girls
had done all the cleaning up, so there was nothing left to do but pour some more
coffee, and sit and reminisce about the gathering. "Guess whose husband put a detective
on whose wife's trail?" George asked smugly. "Who?"
"Guess!"
"Unh, Janet's?"
"Nope!"
"How'd you find out?"
"He told me."
"Odette's!"
"Nope!"
"Well, then, if has to be Fran's."
"Nope!"
"No!"
Kim frowned, thoroughly puzzled.
"But the rest of us were here..."
"Right!"
Kim gasped.
"Mike!"
"Right! He told me tonight that he had a feeling his wife was playing around. So he got
the detective who took those pictures. He told me the only reason he didn't beat the
shit out of Nora, was that he felt guilty when she blew the whistle about the blackmail
threat. He made me swear I wouldn't tell a soul."
"Well, telling your wife isn't telling a soul! I'm not going to say anything."
George leaned over and kissed Kim, then nuzzled her ear.
"Is he going to divorce her?" Kim asked, leaning against George's strong shoulder.
"No! When he finally found out who Nora was sleeping with – it was his business
partner..."
"I know. Nora told me."
"He confronted him, and was told in no uncertain terms that Nora was quite aware of
the fact that Mike was playing around with his secretary. That, and the blackmail threat
effectively squelched poor Mike."
"Who in addition to being squelched has got his wife a Great Dane. I wonder what he's
going to be like?" Kim wondered idly.
"If you ever decide to find out, I'd like to watch."
"Should I get you a female goat or sheep, darling?" Kim asked. Her hand now rested on
her husband's thigh, and she was caressing it, her hand moving closer and closer to the
prominent bulge in his crotch.
"Why don't you wait? I'm quite sure eventually someone is going to bring a pet sheep
or goat to the kennels for boarding."
Kim giggled.
"Can I watch?"
"Sure! I don't approve of secrets between married couples," George said.
Kim while she was talking, was cupping George's massive mound. Unable to resist any
longer, she lowered the zipper of his fly and pulled out his fully erect prick.
"You have such a wonderful cock," she said, leaning over and flicking her tongue
against his piss slit.
George grunted.
"So glad you like it. Why don't you sit on it?" he suggested.
Kim, like Nora, had put on a voluminous at-home gown, made of silk. She lifted her
gown, and straddled George's prick.
Then she reached down and grasped it at its hairy base, and aimed it at her pussy.
"Ooooh, it feels good," she whispered, as she started to sit down on it. Her pussy walls
parted, as she felt his prick slithering into her creaming cunt.


THE END
