Husband For Two
[aka 'Two Wives - One Husband']
by Allen Mahr
(BSS-688)


Chapter One 

Veiled fascination sparkled in the sandy haired Gayle Haviland's azure-blue 
eyes each time she glanced downward at the massive Alsatian dog lying at the 
feet of his teenage master in her kitchen. She hardly thought it ridiculous 
though others might question her mentality if they knew, but the young wife 
imagined the breath-taking animal to be a living replica of the fabled 
German shepherd in an erotic novel she had been reading, that excitable 
illusion having registered the very first moment she had caught sight of the 
handsome beast at the airport. Now, an imperceptible tremor electrified the 
soft naked contours of her voluptuous, twenty-two year old body beneath the 
short nightie and knee-length summer wrapper, a tiny feverish thrill of 
atomic intensity that she realized was being accentuated by the unsated 
desire for her husband Ted had left smoldering inside her. She hoped that 
the flush she felt in her warm cheeks didn't give away the prurient 
fantasies dancing like devils through her sensually oriented brain, and a 
quick look at the awkward boy stretched out in the breakfast nook watching 
her was reassuring. 

In fact, his angular, somewhat acne-blemished young face reflected nothing 
as he stared through opaque brown eyes while annoyingly cuffing at a heavy 
forelock of dull, chestnut colored hair. His long legs extended outward from 
the booth to the floor, making her think of hinged stilts ... or an Ichabod 
Crane. She wasn't pleased with herself at her lampooning comparisons, but so 
far, Luther Robbins, her young husband's lanky, sixteen year old nephew had 
had only a distasteful effect on her, which she blamed on her spouse's 
inexcusable conduct at the homely youth's arrival the night before. 

Ted hadn't painted a likable picture of his older sister's son, carrying on 
the way he had in their bedroom, and when he'd finally left for Chicago 
earlier this morning she had been more than a little relieved, as well as 
secretly pleased that he would be away for two whole weeks. It was amazing 
how quickly she seemed to find herself the moment she was out from under his 
immediate influence; though for the life of her, she couldn't put her finger 
on any single reason why. Even the ungainly boy decorating her breakfast 
nook had taken on new and more pleasing aspects for her now in her 
twenty-eight year old husband's absence from the house. 

Subconsciously, she went through a hair ritual of her own, brushing long, 
sandy-shaded locks behind her shoulders as she set about preparing the 
teenager some breakfast, her smile and sparkling glances constantly 
returning to the handsome reclining animal watching her with ears regally 
erect. She said: "Luther, where did you ever find such a beautiful creature? 
He's positively breathtaking!" 

"Trooper?" The youth smiled, letting his eyes drop to the dog at his feet. 
"Well, that's a bit of a story, Aunt Gayle, I've had him since he was a pup. 
He's two now, and he goes everywhere I do ... though I don't believe Uncle 
Ted figures that to be a very good idea, does he?" 

The attractive young woman knew exactly what he was referring to, sensing 
embarrassment as the scene from the night before flashed minutely through 
her mind. Ted had been fit to be tied when he'd learned the boy was coming 
for a brief stay. The telegram had preceeded his arrival by only a few 
hours, hardly explaining anything except that Luther would inform them. At 
the airport, the teenager had, standing there in his indifferent gawkiness, 
seemed at least an inch taller than her nearly six-feet of muscular husband. 

"I'm attending a tournament here," Luther had said flatly and without 
looking directly at either of them. "Mother decided you could handle things 
for me. We have to pick up Trooper now. Here are the baggage claims, Uncle." 

"Trooper?" Ted had questioned. "Who the hell is Trooper?" 

"My dog. I never attend a match without Troop. He goes wherever I do. Please 
... ? These are the baggage tickets, Uncle Ted." 

"Jesus Christ!" her chisel-faced, grey-eyed mate had embarrassingly swore, 
grabbing the pieces of pasteboard and angrily stalking off. And later, in 
the privacy of their bedroom, he'd been even worse. "Sonovabitch! Can you 
tie that? Ruth dumping that queer kid of hers onto us to look after? Onto 
you, really, because I won't be here! Goddamn ... who the hell cares whether 
he's got a chess match or not? The bony-assed pansy! For two cents I'd pack 
him and his mangy hound on a plane C O.D. right back to Salt Lake ... !" 

"You'll do no such thing, Ted! My God, what's eating at you, anyway? He's 
your nephew ... and stop saying those awful things about him ... ! " 

"Shit! I don't know how awful they are, but goddamnit they're true! That 
kid's been weird ever since I can remember... long before his old man died, 
anyway?" 

"Ted, you've got to stop this!" she'd insisted, his incredible exhibition 
shocking her. "He's your own sister's son ... and he's going to be treated 
the way a close relative should as long as he's in this house!" 

"Bullshit! You treat him, then. He turns my stomach. The flimsy little 
bastard doesn't know what a baseball or football is for, for chris' sakes!" 
her ranting, athletic-minded husband had bitterly carried on. "Chess, 
astronomy, stamp collecting, jack-straws too, probably ... I doubt if he's 
got a developed muscle in his string-bean body. Yeah, on second thought, 
I'll bet my ass he's got one all right... his goddamned cock!" he'd sneered. 

"Oh Ted ... please stop will you? The poor boy's bound to hear you! These 
walls aren't that thick you know. Lord, I've never heard you go on like 
this! Now for God's sake, come get in bed and ... calm yourself down ... 
remember, this is our last night together for two weeks..." 

"Huh ... ? So Christ,.. he's even ruined that for me," he'd said, tugging at 
his remaining clothes and trying to avoid looking at her. "I'm sorry, Gayle, 
but... but I'm too uptight tonight for sex ..." 

"T-that's all right, hon. It'll keep until morning. We'll have plenty of 
time before you leave," she'd welcomed, not wanting to add to the sensual 
frustration his home stay had sorely cultivated this time. 

This morning, he'd finally decided to have a go at sex, as usual firing her 
right up to the peak of release ... then firing and falling back in full 
retreat. "Oh God... oh darling! Don't stop now, pleaseeee.. ?" 

"Slut! I can't help it, baby!" he'd choked, jerking limply out of her and 
fumbling off the bed, his reddened face turned away. "It's just no use ... 
that goddamned limp-wristed egghead ... ! I'm still too uptight..." 

"It's okay, Aunt Gayle," Luther suddenly said, checking the stream of 
uncomfortable retrospect racing through her denied, impassioned young mind, 
but hardly interrupting the sensual coals simmering hungrily throughout her 
whole erotically tormented body. "I've gotten sort of used to being a sore 
thumb. It doesn't bother us anymore, does it, Troop?" 

The powerful animal whimpered up at his youthful master as if in response, 
while a feeling of heart-tugging sympathy for the awkward teenager washed 
through his girlish aunt. The poor darling, he'd undoubtedly heard it all... 
God, how could Ted be so damned heartless? For a long moment, she simply 
looked at him ... at both of them, not knowing what to say, and then without 
realizing it she had crossed the room and was cupping his prominent, 
sparsely bristled chin in the soft warm palm of her hand, lifting his face 
until his unreadable eyes were gazing levelly up into her own. 

"We'll have no more of that as long as you're in this house, young man," she 
said, a tiny quiver in her tone from the emotion she felt. "I-I'm sorry if 
you heard things ... but... but your Uncle Ted hasn't been himself, dear. 
I'm afraid that... that he's working too hard. You know he had a heavy 
responsibility as western regional manager for Kent-Dolan, and lately ... 
well, even I've had all I could do to keep from flying into rages with him." 

Luther's face broke into a homely, uneven toothed smile. "I understand, Aunt 
Gayle ... and no kidding, we don't mind ... I mean, I didn't take any 
offense. You get used to people saying ... well, those things about you just 
because you play chess, or enjoy activities other than sports and chasing 
after girls. I guess that's part of life ... I don't know." 

Gayle withdrew her hand, smiled somewhat sadly, and went back to placing 
strips of bacon into the electric frypan, his words raising questions in her 
mind. She began with little inquiries that gently broached the subject of 
girls and his feelings toward them. If what Ted had implied was right the 
boy would certainly have no female interests... but somehow he led to 
cleverly avoid any direct answers, actually reminding her of the handsome 
pharmaceutical salesman she was married to, and she couldn't help but wonder 
if ambiquity wasn't an imbred family trait. 

Certainly, Ted's home stay this time had come damned close to completely 
unnerving her, his perplexing behavior leaving her tormented and baffled. 
Things were growing steadily worse between them, but all of it hidden 
beneath the surface and seemingly without a singular basis, as if they'd 
been manied twenty rather than just two years. There was little question but 
what their relationship was strained nearly to the breaking point, or Eat 
probably a less determined wife would have long since tossed in the towel, 
but she had no intentions of giving up the comfortable security she'd 
endured in the building. Besides, she hadn't really stopped loving him, if 
such factors still mattered between modern men and women, and a marriage of 
mellowed toleration appealed to her much more than the rat-race of 
unearthing another male who might well in time be less palatable or less 
financially productive. 

Maybe it was a rank and mercenary viewpoint for a desirous young woman at 
the peak of her youthful beauty to take, but certain eye-opening facts in 
their lives together during the six months she had lived with him at college 
and since their marriage had shaped them. As for the customary state of 
frustration he'd left her panting in that very morning, Gayle could smile 
inwardly with the narcissism that flowed so hotly in her veins; she'd 
learned early from their physical unions the necessity of self-love in the 
wake of Ted Haviland, and being a romantic as well as a sensually passionate 
girl the rest had developed easily for her ... 

"It's not that I don't enjoy the company of girls, Aunt Gayle," the teenager 
answered in reply to one of her casually phrased questions. "It's just that 
I don't have the time with chess and the other things I like to do, plus I'm 
trying to get ready for college in another year and a half." 

"Wait until the right girl comes along. I'll bet you'll change your views 
quick enough then, darling," Gayle teased, drenching him with her alluring 
smile that ended up playing over the watchful Alsatian at his feet. "That's 
the way it happens to unsuspecting men with their guards down." 

She was trying to draw him out and Luther knew it, endeavoring to establish 
the truth or falseness of the things his uncle had been putting him down 
with the night before. He brushed at Ids forelock and said: "Is that the way 
you caught Uncle Ted ... with his guard down?" 

She laughed. "In a way, I suppose. Actually, he was having a bad time of it 
mentally, Luther. He was trying to decide whether to give up medicine as a 
career and needed someone to make up his mind for him. I guess you could say 
that I did that, and neither of us are sorry ... he would've made a lousy 
doctor ..." 

She went on and the boy listened vaguely, mentally catagorizing his mother's 
younger brother whom he hadn't seen in a couple of years as a failure for 
throwing away a medical future at his grandfather's expense to become a 
dumb-assed salesman. Simultaneously, his analytical teenage brain 
functioned, thinking that the muscle-bound bastard he called "Uncle" really 
knew how to choose the birds! Hsn ... what big tits you have Auntie! 
Eagerly, watched the soft rippling of her lush curves hidden beneath the 
sheer wrapper ad nightie. No brassiere or panties either ... Christ! Toni, 
his Mom's maid, could stir his crazy cock just by provocatively switching 
her big ass in front of him, but she knew it and did it on purpose, so that 
made the difference. His Aunt Gayle didn't, and just watching her sensuous 
movements had made his goddamned prick grow as hard as a hand-carved, ivory 
rook! Man, what a luscious doll she'd be to play games with, and he didn't 
mean chess; but nevertheless, he asked her if she knew chess. 

"Oh, I play at it, dear, but I'm afraid not up to your standards... though I 
usually beat your Uncle Ted," she replied, arranging his plate of eggs and 
bacon with strips of buttered toast then approaching the nook to set it in 
front of him. 

Man, he could eat her smile! She was something else! "I can teach you a few 
pointers if you'd like to learn," he said, looking up at her as he managed 
to enfold himself into the booth while she went back for the coffee pot, 
then joined him. 

"Would you? I'd love that, Luther," she said, pouring steaming coffee and 
slipping into the seat across from the boy whose initial angular homiliness 
had seemed to have lost its distaste for her. Then, once more she was 
glancing downward at 'the huge, beautiful dog sprawled beside them on the 
floor, her aroused subconscious fitting him into the role of Zeus, the 
fabled animal whose exotic, sensuous adventures she was reading in that 
pornographic novel she kept hidden away in the drawer under her lingerie. Of 
course it was all fantasy and physically impossible, but what if it weren't? 
God! She couldn't restrain the feverish shiver of lewd excitement her 
forbidden thoughts sent rippling over her flimsily covered nakedness. And 
then, she heard Luther say: 

"Great! Maybe tonight we can go through a couple of reliable offenses and 
defenses, Aunt Gayle. I really should keep active for the match tomorrow 
afternoon anyway. I'm playing a man named Zentor from West Germany. He's 
very good. I don't expect to beat him, but I'd like to give a fair account 
of myself." 

"Wonderful, darling! We'll plan on that, then ... my first chess lesson ..." 

Luther listened to her melodic voice, smiling occasionally and pretending to 
concentrate on his breakfast, while inwardly devouring her every word as 
well as the delectable contours of her chiffon concealed curves. He'd only 
seen her once before, right after she'd married his uncle, but he'd barely 
turned fourteen then and was little more than a numb-assed kid. He hadn't 
even remembered her, except that she had long, sandy colored hair and looked 
like a teenager herself. Man! Two years had made a wild change in one of 
them, and he knew it wasn't the gorgeous girl across from him. He's simply 
grown up! Now, he had to struggle to keep from gaping openly at the smooth 
fleshy mounds of her breasts that the slightly parted wrapper revealed so 
teasingly, a portion of the deep white velvety cleft between them making his 
rampaging cock thump almost painfully inside his pants front. 

He tried gearing his mind in another direction, back to his Uncle Ted... 
that muscle-assed bastard! He'd heard him clearly, ranting and raving last 
night in their bedroom, calling him pansy and queer, the usual tags he'd 
learned to live with because he preferred a chessboard to a gridiron, or an 
astronomical telescope to a ballbat. Even his own Mom had her doubts 
concerning his masculinity, he knew, but he'd stubbornly determined not to 
reassure anyone. To hell with it... all of 'em! Besides, there was a certain 
intriguing satisfaction for him in being an individual of questionable 
tastes, like his dad before him, especially when those tastes had to do with 
sex. Fuck 'em all! That's what his father had written in his own hand in the 
journal he'd kept... ! 

"How about this handsome guy, Luther? What do we feed him?" his 
lust-inciting, young aunt interrupted his thinking. She was smiling 
radiantly and leaning down to stroke Trooper's big head, the almost 
see-through wrapper falling further open, the gossamery white of her sheer 
nightie and three-feet of distance all that was between his straining 
eyeballs and the lust fullness of her swaying white breasts! Fuck! He could 
even see the embossed relief and pinkish halo of their hardened little 
nipples! 

"What ... ? Oh ... oh anything. Yeah ... Troop eats everything, Aunt Gayle," 
he managed, stuffing his mouth full of toast. Christ, he'd lost his 
appetite... and his hopelessly hardened cock was hopping inside his pants 
like a hopped-up toad! Goddamn... he hoped she didn't catch sight of it... ! 

"Wonderful. Then, he and I are going to get on famously, Luther," Gayle 
said, admiring the open jawed, truly smiling animal-face staring intently up 
at her. God, the handsome creature's deep brown eyes seemed to be searching 
into the depths of hers, she was convinced, a certain devilish glint to 
match her own seething carnality dancing in them. "But... but you still 
haven't told me where you got him." 

The lanky teenager smiled, never taking his hungering youthful eyes off the 
white fleshy curves his uncle's intoxicating girl-wife seemed to be 
unwittingly displaying before him. Then he said: "An army officer who had 
the hots for Mom," purposely slipping in the suggestive word "hots". "He 
wanted to get on the good side of her, I guess, and figured that being extra 
nice to me might be the best way to do it. So ... one day he came to the 
house with Trooper, a gawky, big-footed puppy ... like me. I suppose we were 
two of a kind." 

Gayle didn't lose her warm expression of excitement as she straightened, 
drawing her ..rapper more concealingly across her breasts. His unexpected 
term, hots had surprised her and suddenly she realized that her face was 
flushed once more. "And ... and what happened between your Mom and the 
officer?" 

"Oh nothing," he answered, and she watched him use his napkin with natural 
politeness, then lean back in the booth. "Evidently, my Dad set a difficult 
pattern to follow, Aunt Gayle. And ... and I like to think that I take after 
him." He seemed to straighten proudly before her, his unhandsome face that 
lingered between adolescence and approaching manhood aburptly setting in a 
virile hardness as he spoke of his father. "Dad ... he loved chess, 
archeology, things like that. I have his stamp collection, you know. And the 
journal he always kept went on for pages on astronomy. That was going to be 
his next venture ... but he died before he could get into it. I-I guess 
that's why I took it up ... because he wanted to." He moved his gaunt elbows 
onto the tabletop. "As a matter of fact, I brought my telescope with me, 
Aunt Gayle-, and, if you don't mind, I'd like to find a good vantage point. 
With all these hills around your house I should be able to locate a fine 
one. Would it be okay with you if I took a tramp around now?" 

"Why, of course, darling! I... we, your Uncle Ted and I want you to make 
yourself right at home here, Luther," she answered quickly, the depths of 
his sincerity deeply moving her. Lord, there was something unique about him. 
Ted had been so wrong ... ! "Later, you and I'll discuss your chess match 
tomorrow. It is in Portland, isn't it?" 

"Yeah. The Port land-Kennedy Hotel tomorrow afternoon at three," he said, 
brushing at his unruly, childish forelock. "The truth is, I didn't want to 
compete, but I'm state champion and I have to. Either that or I don't get 
the loot the title offers ... and I want it for college. You see, Aunt 
Gayle, I intend to study medicine myself." 

"Why, Luther! That's wonderful!" she exclaimed, his revelation really moving 
her and the excitement of her response causing Trooper to rise from the 
floor, easing closer to lick her hand. "Honestly, I'm so thrilled to hear 
that! I know that Ted is going to feel the same ... and I can just imagine 
how his father... your grandfather feels about it! It's absolutely 
wonderful!" 

"W-Well... I... thanks, Aunt Gayle ... but I'm a long way from being a 
doctor yet," he humbly remarked, his grin sheepish. Then he slid toward the 
outward end of the botth to eventually stand erect. 

God, he was so gangly and tall, she thought, trying to adjust to his 
youthful sixteen years. Abruptly, she was conscious of staring at his gaunt 
wrists to watch their supposedly telltale movements. Oh Ted! How could you 
even think such things about this poor boy? She moved to stand and realized 
she was warmly wet up between her legs! Damn, she was actually sizzling like 
a lit firecracker inside her moistly throbbing pussy. 

"Would you mind keeping Trooper here with you, Aunt Gayle, while I cover the 
area for a place to set up my telescope?" the boy asked. "He goes bananas 
when he get out in open country, and, if I have to watch him, I'll never 
find ..." 

"I don't mind at all," she answered, almost too quickly. "I-In fact, I'd 
love his company, dear. You go ahead and do whatever you want. Take your 
time. Trooper and I'll get better acquainted while you're gone, won't we, 
baby?" she went on, smiling sparkly-eyed down at the handsome grinning 
animal. "But, be careful, Luther. It's easy to get lost in this part of 
Canyon Hills. They tell me it's very deceiving, once you go back in a ways." 

"Oh, I will, don't worry," he said, and she watched him stride off 
cumbersomely toward his bedroom, wondering in her mind why her mystifying 
husband had put him down so with homosexual tags. God, he didn't appear to 
be that way at all... in fact, the longer she looked at him, the more manly 
and less homely he became ... like___like the bulge in the front of his 
trousers! It had! It'd been hard! Her fault, of course, but she hadn't 
really meant to ... not at first, anyway. And then, she'd seen him gaping 
hungry-eyed at her nearly exposed naked breasts! But boys or men with 
homosexual traits ... their penises didn't get hard at the sight of a girl's 
body ... did they? Hell no! He was all man and had a very nice bulge to 
prove it! 

Tingling excitement fluttered uncontrollably over her feverish flesh, and 
she suddenly realized that Trooper was licking at her knee - the warmth of 
his long moist tongue against her smooth, sensitive skin only increasing her 
arousal. His deep brown eyes were fixed entrhallingly on her face, as if 
once again searching into the very depths of her! 

"You are Zeus, right out of that naughty book I'm reading, you devil," Gayle 
whispered. "And I've read all about your forbidden, pleasure-bringing 
skills." She laughed excitedly to herself at her fantasy, lovingly stroking 
his huge head, its soft furry feel like rich velvet against the palm of her 
small hand. Oh how she wished dogs really were like the ones in her erotic 
novels, but, of course, such things were impossible. Anyway, she thought, 
I've proved one thing to myself, satisfied that her brief exhibitionism in 
front of Luther had been for a good cause. "Your master, darling, is a very 
normal young man, and Uncle Ted is going to be told that in no uncertain 
terms." 

But, even as she spoke to the fascinated Alsatian in her soft cooing sounds, 
Gayle realized that she could hardly explain to her bewildered husband how 
she had arrived at that conclusion. It wasn't quite feasible that he'd 
understood her little seductive display of a few minutes before, and why 
should she tell him anything anyway? Though. . . it had been hard... and so 
big for just a boy! God, the entire front of his pants had bulged out... ! 

Trooper listened to her pleasing, gentle sounds and felt the soothing 
strokes of her hand brushing over the crown of his head. The taste of her 
warm sweetness registered on his laving tongue, exciting him, for it was of 
a new and delicate relish to him. Both his master's mother and the woman who 
answered to Toni were female humans he liked to be with and have pet him, 
but this one with the long, fawn-colored hair was different, and he 
experienced a strange throbbing in the depths of his heavy loins at the 
honeyed flavor and heated yielding feel of her. In her lyrical tones he 
sensed kindness and love, but, more than that, his closeness to her allowed 
his keen nostrils to fill with a racy aroma, a heady scent which inspired 
rather positive responses within his big muscular body. 

He pressed his dampened nose forward toward the source of the warmly 
perfumed femaleness, along the smooth satiny flesh between her legs, 
sniffing eagerly. He almost was there when he felt her body stiffen and the 
softness of her hands clasping at his head to raise it upward from beneath 
her covering. 

"Look here, Zeus ... Trooper ... young man! Wh-what do you think you're 
doing... as if I didn't know?" Gayle whispered once more, but this time felt 
an increased tremor of excitement at his unexpected exploration. He'd sensed 
her erotic heat, of course, just as the 

German shepherd in the book... the sensuous arousal that Ted had left 
smoldering inside her! And then, Luther re-entered the kitchen carrying his 
telescopic equipment, causing her to blushingly straighten upright. 

"I think I'll take a look up on that hill behind the house first, Aunt 
Gayle," he said, his attention focused on the instruments he was carefully 
arranging beneath his long arms to better handle. "Is there a trail or path 
leading up?" 

"Y-yes, there is, dear. You'll see it, I'm sure," she answered, trying to 
hide her confusion, finally letting out a little sigh of relief when the 
teenager was gone and she could turn once more to stare at the waiting dog 
still watching her with unwavering interest gleaming in his big round eyes. 

The aroused young wife swallowed loudly, unable to ignore the one burning 
question the handsome animal's curious, if lurid, investigation had raised 
in her erotically whetted mind ... just how far would he have gone had she 
not stopped him? She couldn't help but think of several lustful scenes in 
the book, and, as the vision of each one flickered through her mind, lewd 
tension feverishly gripped the intricate depths of her rippling belly. 
Again, sensuous impulses spiraled through her at the very lasciviousness of 
her thoughts ... thoughts that were little less salacious than the phantom 
lovers she mentally conjured, obscenely enjoyed, and totally destroyed at 
will rather than to enter into an actual affair with a live male. Human 
lovers could talk and invariably did sooner or later ... but a handsome and 
devoted dog, with all the thrilling, lustful qualifications of the massive 
Zeus in her erotic book ... GodH 

Trooper whimpered then, moving closer to her, and Gayle bent over once again 
to take his great head between her slender hands, finally easing downward to 
squat on her haunches as she said, "Would you like to try again, you big 
darling?" She leaned forward, kissing him between the eyes. Instantly, his 
long pink tongue licked out, brushing warmly over her still pursed lips in 
answer, sending torrid sensations of wanton excitement over her. He'd kissed 
her back ... and the way he was looking at her through those avid, almost 
passionate eyes! Damn ... he was more than just a dog... there was something 
intriguingly human about his masculine beauty! 

Trembling, the impassioned young wife straightened and, for a long 
breathless moment, gazed fervidly down at him. At last, her full, 
desire-swollen breasts began to rise and fall heavily, her roused young 
brain racing in blind wantonness as her hands moved downward to nervously 
open the wrapper. Her fingers gathered up the folds of her short, flimsy 
nightie into her palms, then slowly lifted the last concealing veil hiding 
her excitedly pulsating pussy. 

The massive Alsatian watched the fawn-haired, heavily breathing girl's 
teasing movements through fascinated eyes, his mouth falling open as he 
began to pant at the sight of her smooth lush thighs being suddenly exposed 
to him. Their white nakedness increased the pulsing fever in his heavy 
loins, both exciting and confusing him. Then he saw that the long tawny hair 
of her head was similar in color to the fringing curls up between her long 
lithe legs. There, he instinctively knew, was the source of the stimulating 
female aroma, the same warm wet opening between her legs that the woman who 
answered to Toni had called her 'cunt.' 

Gayle's breathing had become a series of raspy gasps thundering in her own 
ears as she stood there in lewd excitement with pulled-up nightie, widening 
her stance to spread her tremoring thighs so that the intensively staring 
Trooper, less than a foot away from her, could readily see the moistly 
quivering lips of her narrow, pink pussy slit. There it is, you beautiful 
creature, she wildly thought, obscenely holding up her tiny nightie and 
thrusting her flaring hips and rounded buttocks luridly forward in a 
growing, mindless lust. 

"Well, baby...? Don't be afraid! C-come closer... here, darling! This is 
what you were searching for ... Gayle's hot, needing pussy!" she goaded 
huskily, thrusting her shamelessly displayed loins even further forward at 
the captivated, unmoving dog before her. Still, he remained motionless, 
staring as if rivet-eyed on her wantonly struck pose, and, though she might 
even wind up hating herself for the forbidden obscenity she hoped would 
materialize, the insanely excited young wife knew she couldn't stop now! 
God, she had to release the pyramiding tension burning almost painfully 
inside her loins and quivering belly! "Oh please, Trooper doll, come here 
... don't be afraid. It's what you smelled, darling... me!" she whispered in 
hot sibilant tones. "Come on baby, see for yourself... !" 

The tensed Alsatian stood fast, intrigued, yet hesitant to encroach upon 
separate worlds, his sharp sense of smell tormented with the aromatic 
pungency her human need breathed into the room. He saw one hand with 
extended middle finger move downward between her legs... watched that 
slender white finger separate the fawnish curls as it drew upward along the 
moistened pink crevice to suddenly half-disappear up inside - between her 
cunt's fleshy lips ... then, she was holding it out to him. 

"Here darling ... smell it... taste Gayle's wet finger and see what she's 
got waiting for you! Do it...please? Oh, come here, baby...!" 

He did while she watched in almost reeling eagerness, his cool sniffing nose 
examining her glistening finger, his tongue abruptly darting out to lick the 
viscid moisture away! Ooooohhh, I could never stop now, not even if Ted were 
standing here watching me, the breathless, near-frantically inflamed Gayle 
reasoned, the very depravity of her bestial act firing her lustful desire 
all the more. "Come on, lover! My Zeus, that's who you are, and you have to 
do it for me the way he did it for the princess! I'm your princess, darling, 
and you've got to lick my hot pussy for me!" she incanted in whispers of 
lewdness. "Hurry, because I'm a witch, and I'll cast a spell over you! I'll 
change you into a cock, a huge hardened cock too big for every cunt in the 
whole world! Oh God... do it, baby, do it... do it!" she passionately 
mumbled on, half believing the obscene fantasies darting enchantingly 
through her incited brain. 

And then, as she watched, the big animal moved forward, the sight alone 
enough to jell her knees! Incredible sensations of untapped sensuality raged 
through her curvaceous young body with the ferocity of a prairie fire when 
she reasoned that he was really going to lick her there up between her hot 
thighs! Oooohhh... this was no fantasy, not some conjured obscenity of her 
mind, she trembled in thrilling anticipation, lustfully arching forward her 
nakedly exposed, lightly haired loins further, to better offer her seething 
cuntal split to him! ... God, he was, wasn't he? Oooohhh, he had to or she'd 
go stark raving mad! He had to ...! 

And, suddenly, the massive dog did! 

 Chapter Two 

Luther's long legs moved at an effortless pace carrying him upward along the 
rarely used path to the crest of the hill. Subconsciously, he selected a 
scrub-brush area ahead as his goal, but consciously his young brain was 
functioning along other lines. He hardly gave a damn if the spot he chose 
would be a vantage point in studying the stars anymore than his dad might 
have; what mattered is that he'd have concealment and an unhindered view of 
the surrounding windows into the choice, upper-middle bracket homes making 
up this semi-exclusive residential area. The juiciest sights to watch, he'd 
learned by comparison over the past year or so, were generally found beyond 
the walls of the comfortably bored almost-rich, and he considered himself to 
be an authority, just as his father before him had been. 

He had read and re-read the journals his sire had kept, especially the 
secret ones he'd found hidden behind undusted books on upper shelves in the 
study his mother kept intact as a memorium to their love ... or some such 
shit. Those journals had given Luther more insight into his dad's real 
character than any stories his mom could ever possibly tell him. His father 
had not only been a lecher and writer of rousingly obscene pornography for 
his own amusement, but he'd been a practicing voyeur on a grand scale, 
camouflaging his favorite past time with the accepted guise of amateur 
astronomy, and he, his son, was openly eager to tread along the libidinous 
pathways of his lusty papa, and not doing too bad a job of it, he thought. 

At the moment though, it was difficult as hell to concentrate on anything 
except his Aunt Gayle. Christ, she really did wild things to him! His 
goddamned cock was still painfully half-hard and throbbing at the mental 
picture her firmly rounded tits had etched into his brain! Those little 
hardened pink nipples ... Jeez! What he wouldn't give to clutch their soft 
warm fullness in his hands just once ... but that was about as far-fetched 
as a world chess match with Bobby Fischer. She was no dumb, hot-box bitch 
like Tom who went ape whenever he teased her with a glimpse at his naked 
hardened cock. No, his Aunt Gayle might be passionate enough with the 
bastard he called, "Uncle", but he couldn't visualize her wanting those 
lovely white breasts pulled and twisted, or getting down between his legs to 
suck him off while he played in the wetly heated split of her pussy with his 
big-toe the way their thirty year old, divorcee-maid liked to be used. 

Damnit, he was suffering another painful hard-on just thinking such things 
... enough to drive a guy right up a frigging tree! Maybe if there was 
enough privacy in that scrub brush he'd ease the tension gnawing at his 
keyed-up groin while he imagined how it would be to play sexy games with his 
young curvy aunt. But he ought to survey the prospects first though; he 
might just come across a daylight scene to help inspire him, the way he did 
at home with the school teacher's new wife across the street. Christ, just 
about any afternoon he telescoped into her bedroom there she was stretched 
out with mirrors and dirty pictures playing "sticky finger" with herself. 
And then, he couldn't help but wonder if his luscious, long haired relative 
ever fingered the hot little crevice up between her lovely legs, that lewd, 
stimulating thought adding wildly to his graphic teenage reveries. 

And at that very moment back at the house, a maddening tremor caused Gayle's 
sensually fevered flesh to shudder. It was quivering in lustful excitement 
as she felt the moist coolness of Trooper's wet nose against her sensitive 
inner thighs, ever moving upward with animalish sniffs closer to her flushed 
vaginal lips! And then while she choked back a gasp, the handsome dog's 
long, abrasive tongue snaked searingly out with curled tip to splay open the 
susceptible puffy-folds of her hotly throbbing cuntal crevice. It teased at 
the wet secreting mouth of her tight channel opening, separating the 
curl-fringed lips to draw with scorching heat upward between: them and end 
with a flicking stab at her little erect clitoris, causing it to pulsate 
into greater hardness. 

Oh damn, he wasn't about to stop either, Gayle reasoned elatedly! Again and 
again with no further urging on her part, the powerful Alsatian dog repeated 
his sensational tonguing caresses, raising gasps of erotic intoxication she 
could no longer control from her desire-parched throat as she stood there 
with nakedly trembling legs spread wide in the sun-lit kitchen, her naked 
pussy thrust lewdly forward to Trooper's delicious licking of her excited 
young cunt. 

To the massive dog, Gayle's femininity was a new world of rare beauty that 
he had hesitated to trespass in its warm gentleness, though he had licked 
several times before the hot, hair-covered mouth of Toni's greedy vaginal 
opening. For him now, it was as if there had never been another human female 
except this one with the pleasant sounding name, a deep feeling he had 
sensed from the moment the fawn-haired young woman had uncovered her 
succulent pussy lips for him to smell and taste. Nevertheless, he remembered 
from those past limited experiences the burning sensation of racing blood 
pounding ruttishly through the veins of his muscular body. The teasing smell 
of the pleasing, smooth-fleshed Gayle's body-heat saturated his nostrils as 
he stroked his long eager tongue hungrily up through the resilient pink 
flesh between her widespread thighs. His strong animal-heart beat faster at 
her piquant sexual aroma, the intense fever of her impassioned desire being 
transmitted to his own lengthening penis. 

"Oohhh ... ooohhh Goddd! Yes, darling... that's the way! Tongue it, baby!" 
Gayle hissed, spasmodic nerve-responding tremors shuddering continuously 
over her. "Ohhhh ... wait ....wait, lover, stop a moment! Oh, you dream, 
come with me! Hurry, darling! Let's go in on my bed where we can lock the 
door and have wicked privacy! Come on, angel, come with Gayle!" 

Trooper never left her side, but crowded his big, canine body possessively 
against the warmth of her soft rippling thigh as she walked, the delicious 
scent of her cuntal secretions feeding his aroused animal instincts. He 
waited, watching her securing the door then go to look out and upward toward 
the hill where he, too, could see his young master disappearing into the 
brush. -She backed away toward the bed and quickly began to strip off her 
silky covering, watching him with loving sky-colored eyes that made the 
blood rage as never before through his huge tensed body. All of the time, 
she continued to purl softly arid he watched her rounded white curves quiver 
and sway as she climbed eagerly onto the bed ... and then she was lying on 
her back with long white legs spreading open, husky whispers coming to him 
from her. 

"Come on, my darling ... please?" Gayle pleaded and patted the bed. "Ooooh, 
you can't desert me now! Don't let me down, Trooper sweet. My God, I'll 
explode!" 

With little expelled energy the wolfish-sized dog was up onto the bed, 
striking a photogenic pose of breathless beauty as he surveyed her like some 
conquering brute of the wild. Gayle's breathing shortened, catching in her 
throat at the fierce sight of him bestially appraising her now completely 
exposed and vulnerable nakedness. The sexual tension that gripped her was 
beyond anything she had ever known. God, she didn't have to go through with 
it, she wildly reasoned. She could still stop the shameless insanity before 
it went any farther ... just hop up off the bed ... order him down ... 
scream! But then, he was slowly easing forward between her self-parted legs 
... and causing her to open them wider! An almost frightened whimper escaped 
her as she lifted her head, her lust-inspired brain whirling drunkenly when 
she saw his handsome animal-face hovering above her gossamery-shaded vaginal 
mound, and she knew then for certain that it was too late ... ooohhh ... 
eons too late! 

Gayle heard his throaty whine when he lowered his head, his animal breath 
like a blow-torch taunting the sparse, curling hair down there. Then, his 
cool damp nose brushed against her impulsive, flame-filled inner thighs 
again ... and finally nuzzled the blood-filled lips of her uncontrollably 
steaming pussy! Once more, she heard his sniffing whimper, and she waited in 
near frantic want, her legs spreading even further apart of their own 
volition. 

She began to moan with every breath in her for what she hoped would soon, 
very soon, come ... and she couldn't restrain her delighted gasp when she 
felt his cold, wet nose move lower between her trembling thighs, spreading 
her trembling ass-cheeks to brush unexpectedly down against her wildly 
puckering anus! That was an eye-opening shocker! 

"Ooohhh... !" she gasped out at the very moment his incredible tongue 
suddenly splurted between her unprepared buttocks to lick hotly up and down 
the sleek fleshed valley surrounding her snug little anal mouth. Then, 
unbelievably, the dog's slippery tongue tip wormed its way into the tight 
rectal opening. 

"Aaagghhh ... God! So ... beautiful," Gayle stammered, raising her buttocks 
off the bed to give the dog's tongue freer access to her nether channel. 
Enthralled by the lewd titillation, the naked young wife immediately lost 
contact with reality, suddenly unable to calculate or measure. She had 
nothing of equal experience to go by, and all that mattered now was that the 
dog's erotic tonguing never stop. And then she felt his mesmerizing wet 
caresses bringing him upward once more toward her moistly pulsating vaginal 
lips. She shuddered erotically as Trooper drew his tantalizing tongue from 
her tight little anal mouth upward all the way to the tiny vibrating bud of 
her clitoris. Once more he did it, this time his long fiery tongue splaying 
through her yielding cunt flesh, causing her to roll from side to side in 
ecstasy. On and on while she gasped and writhed beneath it, his delicious 
tongue continued to lay open wide her vibrantly enthralled cunt flesh down 
between her tremoring thighs. Without warning them, it drove far up into her 
hotly quivering vagina. She moaned, squirming ecstatically beneath the great 
dog's oral lovemaking, her lust-glazed eyes feeding on the lewd spectacle of 
wantonness they made! 

Oooohhh ... no sensual fantasy she had ever conjured in her wildest 
imaginings could equal this, the shamelessly spread-open young woman 
reasoned. Her gasps and choking little cries increased, her 
pleasure-drenched brain slipping deeper and deeper into a captivating void 
of mindless lust she eagerly welcomed! Again and again the animal's searing 
tongue ardently grazed through and over the feverish pussy flesh her 
quivering, upraised young loins offered, from the tightly puckering anal 
inlet, upward through the glistening wet crevice of her hair-covered cunt. 
Then at its peak it hesitated to penetrate the sensitive liquid flesh and 
flick at her tiny clitoral bud so rigidly quivering there, stabbing at it 
with fiery tongue-tip almost as if he instinctively knew the intense 
pleasure it was bringing her! 

"Oooohhh ...you precious beauty!" Gayle groaned down at her fierce-jawed 
lover just as he thrust his magnificent long tongue in a fervid, spearing 
twirl once more all the way up into her heatedly quivering cunt. "Ooohhh... 
so delicious, darling! Your wonderful tongue fucking way up into my hot 
pussy hole! Ummm ... don't stop, my lamb! Like that ... yesss ... make me 
cum, my lover ... ooohhh ... I've got to cum!" 

With an animalish little whine of her own, Gayle drew her knees lewdly back 
further until her desired-filled, electrified breasts were flattened beneath 
them, and reaching down with trembling hands, the lust-charged young wife 
grasped the dog's erect ears to pull his long nose tighter down into her 
wetly pulsating channel! Trooper's whipping tongue raced savagely up the 
inflamed, greedy passage, his dog whimpers blending with her less than human 
sounds as she responded to his lashing probes up into the hot frenzied flesh 
of her lewdly gyrating loins and upthrusted buttocks. 

"Oooohhh ... ooohhh dammnn, my beautiful tongue fucker! Don't stop! You're 
so wonderful! Goddd! Lick the fire out of my screaming pussy, baby! You've 
got to now ... just got to, my precious!" 

Luther Robbins was no lip-reader, but he hardly figured that to be a 
requisite in determining the extent of what was taking place down on his 
Aunt Gayle's bed! He watched through his one eye screwed to the telescope he 
had braced in the crotch of a scrub bush, its business-end bringing up to 
him a detailed performance in unbelievable, crazy wild lust he could never 
hope to discover on another planet! He'd not even had time to set up his 
tripod, but had only brought out the powerful instrument to take a rough 
survey of the area when lo and behold, his knock-out Aunt Gayle had been 
standing in the window looking right up at him, but not seeing him, of 
course, there in the brush. The next thing he knew, she was 
stripping...getting bare-assed naked and climbing on the bed with Trooper 
suddenly hopping up to join her! 

Jesus Christ! Really, he guessed that he'd surmised what was happening right 
then, or at least, what could happen, but it all seemed so far-fetched! This 
was his Aunt Gayle, young and beautiful, not hot-box Toni... and then her 
curvaceous white nakedness had been so close that it seemed he could reach 
out and touch it! The wanton expression on her lovely young face was as 
familiar to him as a mirrored reflection, but certainly more intoxicating 
for Chris' sakes. Hot sex was the only way he could tag it, hungering wild 
sex ... and who knew more about that passion than he did? 

But... his stunning Aunt Gayle? Sweet shit! He'd nearly gone off in his 
pants just watching her get naked, say nothing of what he'd seen since Troop 
had begun to lick down between those gorgeous upraised and wildly spread 
legs! Imagine it? His very own goddamned dog licking that voluptuous doll's 
delicious little cunt! He could and he couldn't imagine it, even though he'd 
watched the whole mind-shattering show, the front of his pants torn open and 
his long thick cock jerking in painful hardness as it blazed a path in the 
coarse grass, his one hand only occasionally dropping to needfully stroke 
and massage it. The urge for sensual relief inside him had fallen secondary 
to the mind-bending revelation filling his eye and calculating young brain. 
He'd satisfy it all right... no use wasting a single drop of the molten fire 
building feverishly inside him. He'd already developed a gambit to humble 
her feeble defense, plus several alternative moves if his first one failed. 
His dad would be proud of him ... maybe he was at that very moment! But he'd 
bet his ass that Ted Haviland, his bastard uncle, would cringe if he knew, 
and that helped, too. 

Luther repositioned himself, reaching down once more to fondly grasp and 
caress the lengthy aching hardness of his lust-thickened penis while he 
watched the incredible performance his naked Aunt Gayle and Trooper were 
staging as if he were in the room on the very bed! The whole brain-warping 
episode had unfolded so fast that the teenager still couldn't quite 
comprehend it, except for the nude beauty of his uncle's young wife 
obscenely positioned beneath the hulking, rut-like approach of his very own 
dog. Christ, he'd never realized that Troop had such tendencies! Or maybe 
all dogs did if they were cultivated, but who'd educated his? Toni? Why not? 
She'd had plenty of opportunities with him at school, the bitch! Though he 
wasn't really angry ... hell no, not with what he was witnessing and the 
wild plans rapidly taking shape in his lecherous young mind! His dad would 
understand ... but his goddamned cock didn't. It ached like an impacted 
tooth ... and then he saw the long blonde hair of his lushly ripened aunt 
flail when she raised her head to watch what was happening down there 
between her legs. The lewdly excited look on her face was one of the most 
titillating things he had ever seen. Lustfully he clutched at his long 
throbbing hardness and massaged it tenderly while he felt his teenaged 
passion growing at the lurid circus unfolding below. 

Gayle lifted her tossing head higher, trying to gape down between her 
widespread, wantonly drawn back thighs and elevated loins to better see that 
beautiful tongue licking at her cunt. A wild ungovernable excitement licked 
feverishly through her tormented young body at the unnatural sight. The raw 
liquid flesh of her tongue-splayed cunt glistened with a flushed redness 
that fired her passionate excitement beyond memory. And the loving brute's 
long muzzle was wormed right up into her sleek vaginal flesh, spreading her 
pussy-lips wide so that they resembled a devouring pink mouth! Oh God, she 
could actually feel his jaw muscles working up inside her there, his long, 
spiralihg tongue like a slippery cock while his opening and closing jaws 
stretched her yielding cuntal passage with sensual pangs of pain-pleasure as 
he thrust deeper into her inflamed belly! 

She let go of his ears then, afraid to draw his buried face up any further 
into her because of the danger of splitting her passion-wet cunt wide open 
in her mindless desire! But her withdrawn hands didn't stop the massive 
Alsatian's nose and thrilling tongue. She gasped aloud with a sharp twinge 
of pain as suddenly he thrust his penis-shaped face like a huge furry cock 
farther up into her rapturous cuntal channel, and she uied to grind her 
naked buttocks down into the mattress to counteract his expanding, unhuman 
penetration! 

"Oh ... ooohhh God, no farther, lover! You're going to tear me apart!" Gayle 
pleaded, choking back a masochistic squeal as he growled in warning, sending 
vibrations along her sensitive ioner vaginal walls, through her quaking 
loins, up into the raging heat of her cock-starved belly! t was then that 
she lost all control and began bucking her wildly trembling pussy up against 
the dog's face, the flashes of pain becoming flashes of an almost insane 
pleasure as they led through her nakedly straining young body! 

A lewd guttural wail, rapidly growing in volume, poured out of her heaving 
chest. "Dear God!" she half-screamed, her long blonde hair flailing wildly 
as the first ripples of ecstasy surged outward from her convulsing young 
cunt. She was going to cum! Ooohhh, sweet lover ... his long handsome nose 
fucking right up into her wetly clasping pussy sheath ... and his loving hot 
tongue flicking like a searing flame against her sensitive cervix! 

Once more the shamelessly aroused young wife clutched at his huge head and 
yanked his submerged long face further up into her insanely throbbing 
vaginal channel! Wickedly, she clung to his erect ears and fucked her hot 
little pussy in lustful desperation up onto his impaling muzzle, and felt 
the intoxicating bliss of his magnificent animal tongue slipping in and out, 
driving its fluid fire deep up into her burning pussy. 

"Noooo! Oh now, darling! I - I'm cuumiinngg, loweerr!" the obscenely 
straining young wife wailed, mercilessly holding the dog's great head while 
she fucked it in uncontrollable shameless passion. And then, still moaning 
out her ecstasy, she fell back in exhaustion on the -bed! 

 Chapter Three 

Ted Haviland had slunk aboard a plane that morning in a keyed-up state of 
ragged nerves. He was haunted by an unshakable feeling of being followed, 
and he had walked aimlessly around the terminal for a half-hour, looking 
back over his shoulder time after time before daring to pick up his ticket 
for Los Angeles rather than the Chicago flight Gayle believed he was taking. 
Of course, he had all intentions of making the Chicago meeting; he hadn't 
lied to her about that, but not until he got matters straightened out with 
Vickie. 

Christ! He needed a head shrinker and evidently had for sometime! He still 
couldn't believe that he'd ever gotten himself involved in such a situation, 
or to be more exact, how he'd let that goddamned situation come about! It 
was uncanny, absolutely uncanny the way he had managed to fuck-up his droll, 
not unhappy Mfe with such a minimum of effort, to say nothing of infecting 
those around him ... at feast those that he gave a damn about. But naybe it 
wasn't too late to rectify things. If Vickie would just listen to reason, 
hear him out nd try to understand. Jesus Christ! All he had to do was think 
of her and he melted inside like a blob of butter on a hot griddle! Shit, he 
couldn't hurt Vickie anymore than he could Gayle! He, loved them both, for 
Chris'sake! He was nuts ... or was going to be damned shortly at the rate he 
was going! 

Quickly finding an empty seat next to a window, the grey-eyed, chisel-faced 
young husband looked nervously out to see if he could spot his long-haired, 
number one wife secretly watching from some shadowy vantage point. Of course 
he couldn't! It was ridiculous, but he was unable to rid himself of the 
guilty feeling that she suspected something after the way he'd 
uncontrollably acted all week. Not that he'd ever been any whirlwind in bed 
with her - who could be with the way she dutifully approached sex, like some 
human servicing machine ... but this time he'd been utterly worthless. He 
just hadn't been able to help himself... fucking one and thinking of the 
other, the same way he'd been with Vickie their first and last week together 
... loving them both and not knowing where the hell to turn! 

She hadn't followed him though, he decided as he ran a big athletic hand 
over his waved wealth of neat, neck-length dark hair; he was making an 
undetected departure. He really ought to know that by now. Gayle, the 
beautiful angel, she didn't have a suspicious bone in her gorgeous body. And 
goddamnit, he was going to make it all right once more so she'd never have 
reason to! Poor innocent doll, married to a cunt-hound like him, but that's 
the way it was with a guy when he was on the road all the time! Hell, it 
didn't really mean anything, catching a stray piece of tail here and there; 
it was ... well, one of the traveling salesman's fringe benefits, for 
Chris'sakes; like coffee and doughnuts, or cake and ice-cream, a traveling 
man and a promiscuous dolly just naturally got together! But that wasn't 
quite the way Vickie and he had tied up, was it? That sonovabitching Burton 
and his company parties! He might just castrate the fat bastard when he saw 
him in Chicago if it ..aren't for the fact that would give away the drunken 
blunder he'd willingly stumbled into after they'd left that wild Las Vegas 
party. 

Oh shit, he was about to come unglued was all! What was the legal penalty, 
anyway? The troubled" husband had no idea, but there was one, that was for 
sure. He nervously visualized Gayle in court asking for the extreme 
punishment as the powerful, whistling jet engines began to taxi the plane 
toward the runway. Then, Vickie's breath-taking face and tall, ravishing 
beauty was frowning hatefully at him, her fiery onyx eyes showing no mercy 
as she too implored the judge's severest ruling over him. 

"... This court has no mercy for the likes of you, Theodore Haviland! You 
have knowingly and intentionally destroyed the delicate lives of two 
trusting, beautiful young women, and it is the solemn judgement of said 
court that you be hanged by the testicles while your penis is first 
decapitated, then severed in slices from your filthy body! You will then be 
confined to the black-box until you have bled to death before being ground 
up bodily as swill for swine... !" 

Jesus Christ! He had dreamed that last night! And all the time the frigging 
judge had been sentencing him, the old bastard had ran his gnarled hands 
over both girl's long tresses ... tawny gold and raven black ... sickeningly 
brushing his lecherous claws downward over the ripe contours of both of 
their beautiful young bodies standing on either side of him, their faces 
smiling vindictively downward at where he shamefully stood between two 
brutal uniformed guards! 

Oh Christ! He was sure as hell flipping, the fraught young husband reasoned 
as the plane rose above the clouds into a sun-brilliant heaven. He thought 
of Gayle stuck with Jiis queer, gawky nephew and his mangy dog, finally 
deciding their presence would help keep her occupied while he got this 
goddamned mess straightened out with Vickie! Then, he fell into vivid 
memories no more than three weeks old, exotic visions of Vickie's 
statuesque, show-girl voluptuousness warmly entwined with his own naked 
flesh that morning after! A shudder racked his handball-fit frame, the 
feeling of virile lust and masculine fear blending within him causing the 
tremulous breath he expelled. 

"Coffee, sir?" 

"What?" Ted jumped, gaping upward at the smiling, blonde-enframed young 
face. "Oh ... yeah ... coffee please, miss. A-A little brandy if you have it 
around, too. The system craves something." 

"Yes, sir," she laughed, pouring the small cup and setting in on the tray 
he'd fixed in front of him. "I know what you mean ... great in the morning." 

Ted nodded, returning her warm smile. Shit, there it was! This attractive 
young stewardess was doing her cozy come-on, letting him know that she was 
interested, and he'd never even seen her before! Jesus! How could a guy 
explain such things? 

"I'll be right back, dol... sir. Can you wait?" 

"No hurry, take your time, baby," he responded naturally, watching her move 
away and leaning out toward the aisle to measure her shapely, contoured 
attributes, momentarily forgetting the depths of his immediate problems. 
Then, all of a sudden a cold chill rippled upward along his spine with the 
frigidity of a polar gust. His glance had suddenly fallen on the gold band 
encasing his third-finger, left hand. He clutched at it with a grasping 
right hand nearly wrenching the telltale ring painfully from the thick 
digit, looking around him guiltily as he slipped it into his coat pocket. 
His brain raced. Christ! Supposing Vickie had ever seen that! What a dead 
giveaway ... but... but... ! 

Oh Christ! What in hell was he going to do with this double life 
entanglement? 

"Vickie Cramer Haviland," the tall, sensually-endowed, long haired wife said 
at the mirror reflecting her lush beauty beneath the see-through black 
chiffon negligee. "Once, it was just Vickie Cramer ... but now I have that 
new owning name! I belong to him by all legal right... my lord and lover ... 
my sweetie-puss Teddy bear!" 

A thrill of pleasure shivered through the curvaceous young woman as she 
giggled and fell backward with flailing, slender arms onto the mussed, 
satin-sheeted bed. Warm tingles of happiness, the nature of which she'd only 
seldom dared to imagine, flushed through her sensuously ripened body. Three 
years ago she would never have dreamed it possible that she could ever 
really give her love to any one man, say nothing of marrying him ... and 
momentarily, she thought about that. 

Three years ago, one Vickie Cramer had been sitting inside a cold, stenchy 
way-station with a fat Indian woman and her sick baby, a frightened, 
ignorant girl waiting for the train and praying to God it would stop in that 
forsaken place. Her sweet papa lay boiled in moonshine on the floor of their 
West Virginia cabin where she'd dropped him with a stick of firewood, and 
only minutes after her younger brother had left that ramshackled hovel 
swearing that he'd never come back. 

She'd sat inside that urine-cured way-station with her blood running cold, 
wondering at what precise minute her loving daddy would stumble in looking 
for her with drunken fire in his aching eyes, a hard-on, and rage burning 
his vile tongue. 

It had been the first time she'd ever had to waylay his incestuous advances 
because her brother had vowed to kill him if he ever tried to lay a hand on 
her, but that hadn't kept the old bastard from continually advising her of 
the "easy" money she could make in Carling, and that they "damn sure needed 
it". Still, she'd never given in to him, had never done anything more evil 
than drunk a little corn and smoked a two-cent cigar when she could get her 
hands on one ... nothing memorable until that night she sat in the 
way-station with the Indian woman and her sick baby. Now, it was almost 
incredulous for the reminiscing Vickie to believe that she had still been a 
virgin, but she had! 

That horrible life had fallen behind her the moment she'd climbed eagerly 
onto the train. She had sat beside a huge black woman who laughed often and 
kept bringing out pieces of fried chicken for both of them from a deep 
basket that seemed to have no bottom. Then, when they'd reached Washington, 
the woman had offered her a place to stay while she was finding herself. 

The "place" was known as Black Sara's, an exclusive house, five and some 
tenths miles from Chevy Chase on the Hemstead Road. And who of the 
Washington male elite didn't know about the erotic delights of Black Sara's? 
Vickie had lived there two-months with never a girl or Sara, herself, trying 
to influence her. That first time she had simply grasped the hand of the 
young airforce lieutenant and led him up the stairs toward her bedroom all 
of her own accord ... something like the blind leading the blind she 
remembered, smiling to herself as she lay there. His warm baby-face smile 
had melted her, and she'd reacted as naturally as a mother breast feeds her 
child, giving herself to a frightened boy who thought he was going to die in 
Vietnam. 

And that had been the turning point, hadn't it? A slug of bourbon and a 
ten-cent cigar (she'd upgraded her tastes) could hardly satisfy the newly 
aroused hunger for physical pleasure she'd awakened inside her, but 
unfortunately neither could the long series of Johns she led to her bed. The 
sensual fire glowing and eating constantly at her inexperienced young loins 
was like a tormenting curse her father might have called down ... or up from 
hell on her, until she sat among the girls in the receiving room in 
provocative near-nothings being ogled and chosen, wondering why when she 
gave herself passionately time and again she could know only nights of 
unfulfilled sensual desire. 

A girl named Jade had done it all for her! A voluptuously beautiful black 
young woman who pranced through the house with an air of superiority that no 
one dared to question. Some whispered that she was Black Sara's daughter, 
but Vickie never knew that to be true ... only that she was a striking ebony 
lovely whose big dark eyes had suddenly fallen on her, actually devoured her 
for long, long minutes before she'd stood and held out her hand. 

"Come with me, baby," she'd said, not asking but ordering, and Vickie had 
gotten to her feet, both of them ignoring the others as they seemed to float 
from the plush room. 

Upstairs, Jade had kicked the door closed with the heel of her naked foot, 
then drawn her close inside the powerful arms of her strong, softly curved 
black body. Vickie had hardly dared breathe as she looked up into the exotic 
face. Then, Jade's throaty voice had said: "You're going to belong to me as 
long as you're in this house! You understand that, my white pussycat?" 

"Y-Yes..." 

"The men, they can't do it for you can they, baby? Almost, but not quite ... 
and then they leave you there going crazy-assed wild in your hot little 
belly." She had smiled, showing handsome white teeth that sparkled like her 
eyes. "Well, here we go, pussycat, 'cause Jade's going to snap you out of 
that coma, going to teach you all about being a woman." 

"But... oh ... I don't know ... !" 

"Christ, don't argue with me, sweet baby! Climb onto the bed! Strip 
naked-pure first, then get on that bed with those pretty white legs spread 
wide! Your Jade's going to do it for you, hon ... and after that she's going 
to try and make you understand what it's all about!" 

God, that night... that spellbinding night! Beyond the raging ecstasy of 
Jade's knowing, expertly lashing tongue between her tremoring thighs, 
causing incredible spasms of pleasure within the tight crevice splitting her 
feverish young loins, Vickie had been certain that there was and could be 
nothing more! Utter sensations of unknown rapture had drenched her nakedly 
twisting body with a sudden deluge of ecstasy that had made her a willing 
love slave to the stately black girl. The desire to crawl to her and humbly 
lick the soft fleshy cuntal lips so proudly nestled up between Jade's trim 
thighs was more fervent than any passion she had ever known. And it was only 
by consistent loving and gentle cuddling through long nights that Jade had 
finally reached her and made her understand that all real fulfillment for 
her rested in a man she had yet to meet. She had even taught her to 
experience orgasm with him, or any man, using a dildo belted to her strong 
feminine loins which squirted warm glycerine up into Vickie's quaking belly 
as she came, making her know again and again the intoxicating beauty of what 
she'd insisted was normal sex. 

And it had been! Vickie knew this now, sensually admitting to the erotic 
truth her beloved teacher had so passionately taught. A world of parading in 
a Las Vegas chorus line had offered unlimited opportunities to prove it, 
both to her own physical satisfaction, and to the delight of the beautiful 
black girl named Jade who had been found dead months back in that Washington 
whorehouse from an overdose of sleeping capsules. 

That beautiful girl, how angry she'd be if she knew the way her white 
pussycat had cried and cried when she'd learned of her death, the ravishing 
brunette thought with tears clouding her almond-shaped onyx eyes, even more 
than she had at the death of her own mother. That exquisite, ebony face ... 
it was embedded in the love section of her brain forever, much as her Teddy 
Bear's handsome one had deeply imprinted itself, even when she'd still 
believed that impossible! Jade would laugh at that, laugh warmly at the way 
she dreamed about him, several times awakening to find herself clutching the 
pillow where he ought to have been, wanting to kiss and hold him, the fire 
up between her hot tingling thighs aching for his long thick hardness 
fucking so wonderfully up into her craving belly, or his hungering mouth 
glued to her wildly seething pussy lips the way it had been that first night 
when they had found each other! 

Love! That was the only word describing what had happened between them! 
Normal love had swept up Vickie Cramer! Unbelievable, but true! Though less 
than three hours before she'd been swapping her hard-core philosophy with 
some of the girls backstage after being selected for a party following the 
show, the club manager who handled such things grinning obscenely through 
his gold teeth as he told them what to expect and not to try and latch onto 
any permanent births ... or fall in love with their customers. "Especially 
you, Vickie baby," he'd snickered, her viewpoints no secret around the 
place. 

"Don't worry about Vickie baby. She knows which side her bread is buttered 
on," she'd quipped back at him in a cold tone she kept in reserve for fat, 
slobbery-lipped men over fifty who thought their dollars bought a girl's 
heart along with her ass. No filthy buck could buy her love she had 
profoundly believed as she stood there listening to his ugly mouth advising 
them that it was a party of business men who were paying big... "lots of 
loot, so all the way, chickies, no 'holes' barred, eh?" 

Vickie had hardly given his instructions a second thought. What more could a 
party girl offer than cold carte blanche of her physical treasures, but 
there it ended, for that had become her dedicated way of life until her bank 
account was fat enough ... though God knows, she'd never anticipated Ted 
Haviland ... 

He was the average male, a little better looking maybe, and with a virilely 
attractive physique when nattily draped, but his kind had never impressed 
her. Usually, they were either an introvert, or married and obsessed with 
the idea that all women envied their wives, the type who usually sported a 
pair of pinching lobster claws for hands. Sometimes, she would get lucky and 
draw a queer. Ted Haviland was none of them: he was some sort of new specie 
whose shy grin almost immediately intrigued her and as well put her on her 
guard. 

Their normal evening of drinking and hell-raising as they moved from club to 
club along the strip had done nothing but lessen her automatic dislike 
toward her handsome young escort who was yet to say a suggestive word or 
make a stab at the expected hand explorations. He hadn't even tried to kiss 
her! Instead, he'd just seemed to fascinate her with his every word and 
gesture, the unexpected phenomenon of him quietly building new and 
unfamiliar sensations inside her. Before she'd ever realized it, her 
defensive wall had crumbled, the charisma of him overwhelming her. When he 
did finally gather her into his arms in the back seat of a taxi, she had 
trembled in excited anticipation. He'd kissed her without a sexually probing 
tongue, mouth open and eager, his hot masculine breath like hypnotic 
anesthesia breathing into hers and rousing her own tiny tongue to tease the 
edges of his warm trembling lips. 

Her Teddybear had responded then, gasping aloud as his long, fiery tongue 
had thrust deep into her receptive mouth, and she'd suckexHit with rising 
passion, everything that was to come to pass that night inspired from that 
initial moment! How long after that they had stood in the little wedding 
chapel, Vickie couldn't remember. By that time, they'd both been drunk, the 
rest of their crowd long since happily deserting them, while alone they 
pledged such loving vows as he giving up gambling, which he never did, and 
she tossing away her cigars, which she never could. Stone drunk ... hardly 
the way to enter into a marriage, or was it? God, how dynamically he had 
made love to her that night... or had it been morning ... daylight ... ? 
What difference behind closed drapes? Only that they had loved, sucked and 
fucked until both of them were exhausted from cumming; then they'd slept to 
wake again and love some more! Love, love, love, beautiful, sensual passion 
so joyfully filling her that she'd cried like a child in his arms with 
uncontrollable rapture the equal of which she'd never dreamed possible. 

Even now as she lay back enchanted on her bed, the almost naked, long legged 
young woman had difficulty believing it was all a reality, married to a man 
she truly loved and whom she knew loved her, even though once emerged from 
their three-day orgy he'd shown tremulous signs of misgiving. But wasn't 
that what was said of all men once they woke up to learn the ultimate price 
of their Eve's juicy apple? She laughed warmly to herself. Her precious 
Teddybear darling. He would acclimate, and soon he'd be coming home to love 
her, bringing all his clothes and private things from his apartment in 
Portland to their little love nest for her to care for and look after. And 
this time, she wouldn't let the tail-end of his week with her take from 
their loving as it had before he'd left. He hadn't been himself, at least 
not the way she'd learned to know and love him, as if his work or something 
was bothering him, and she vowed to smother him with so much love that he 
wouldn't have a moment to think of anything else. That was her full time 
operation now, being his wife and making him happy, because when he was 
happy she knew she could be no other way ... 

What was that? The raven haired bride sat up with a start, her partially 
naked curves rippling provocatively beneath the filmy negligee with the 
effort. It was! ... A key rattling in the lock! Teddybear! He'd come home 
two days early ... ! 

 Chapter Four 

Ted Haviland had arrived in Los Angeles with the nucleus of a plan formed in 
his burdened brain. He caught a cab at the airport and gave the driver the 
Hollywood address where he had stashed his exquisite second wife in sheer 
desperation, once drunken insanity had phased into a torturous hangover, and 
finally reality had horrifyingly followed. He'd had to read the address from 
the back of a letter where he'd scratched it in pencil, and, ironically 
enough, the envelope had been a forgotten stamped letter which Gayle had 
given him to mail several weeks before. He glanced at the address, 
recognizing the feminine name of an old college acquaintance they both had 
known. Shaking his head, he shoved it back into his inner coat pocket, 
wondering if he was ever going to be normal again. 

Christ, it had to work! It was the only thing he could think of, and he felt 
certain the company would advance him the cash. Burton could swing it for 
him, but he'd yet to figure out what the logical need for such an amount was 
going to be, and, for that reason, he could give that the whole transaction 
had to be kept secret from Gayle. Shit, he couldn't let Burton, the 
company's General Sales Manager, get the slightest inkling of the truth. The 
fat-assed bastard wasn't that trustworthy, and really no friend of his 
either, but it was his business-written record and the way he handled his 
territory that was going to count... only that was just half the battle. The 
main and roughest part was going to be convincing Vickie that ten thousand 
dollars in her lovely hand would be worth much more to her than he could 
ever possibly be ... especially when he didn't really believe it himself. 
But what in hell else could he do? 

Jesus Christ! Insane as it was, he loved his beautifully proportioned wife 
number two until he ached to the goddamned dregs of his balls, spontaneous 
and mad as their short-lived relationship had been; yet, at the same time, 
he actually twisted up inside at the mere thought of losing Gayle. He'd been 
crazy-assed gone on that gorgeous, tawny-haired darling since the first day 
he'd laid eyes on her at school, a feeling of intense love which had become 
all the stronger since he'd gotten himself into this goddamned mess. Christ, 
he loved them both, but his fucking sanity was at stake! As sure as hell 
he'd wind up in a loony bin unless he put an end to this goddamned dilemma 
now, and, the sooner he did it, the less it was going to hurt. 

Gayle held priority, which was the only way the chaotic young bigamist had 
been able to choose. Besides, Vickie was a couple of years older and with 
broader- shoulders, so to speak. There wasn't any question in his justifying 
brain but what she'd warmed a few beds before his, and had capably taken a 
few bruises along the way. A Vegas showgirl had to have graduated beyond the 
innocent class, though, if it weren't for Gayle, none of that would matter a 
damn to him. But his beautiful wife number one did exist, maybe not 
innocent, anymore, but she had been the first time he'd crawled between her 
spread, warmly loving legs... and yes, goddammit, he owed her that priority 
... ! 

His trembling hand fitted the key into the lock, but before he had a chance 
to turn it, the door burst inward and there stood his glamorous, 
breath-taking enigma like some gossamery veiled Aphrodite, unhidable joy 
lighting her beautiful young face, the majestic warm splendor of her sensual 
young body sweeping forward to engulf him with passionate kissing 
embraces... and that was the last he remembered for five solid minutes! 

Ted Haviland took the Scotch on the rocks that his stunning, nearly naked 
second wife placed happily in his hand after pressing him Into an 
overstuffed chair and folding her generously rounded buttocks down lovingly 
onto his lap. 

"Oh, you precious! I could eat you, teddy bear, for surprising me like 
this!" Vickie passionately whispered, fastening her moistened ripe lips 
hungrily to his for the hundredth time in the short space of minutes. "I 
didn't expect you for at least two more days," she went on, unknotting his 
tie and opening his collar before kissing him again. "A girl could go mad, 
you know, darling, waiting for her lover to come and carry her off on his 
long white steed! Have you missed me? You haven't told me you loved me! Oh, 
don't say anything yet, sweet-face, just kiss your baby!" 

Christ, he couldn't speak! He couldn't even think straight with the 
intoxicating warmth of her curvaceous body smothering him, the heady essence 
and exotic taste of her beauty mesmerizing him as it had from the very 
beginning. Her torrid, sweet breath was an aphrodisiac potently melting his 
goddamned brain cells, her tiny love-filled tongue a darting, lashing secret 
little weapon of mind shattering destruction wildly flitting about the 
inside of his fever-rising mouth. 

The hot, fleshy contours of her smoothly rounded buttocks wiggled down 
against the growing thick hardness inside his pants, sending lusty shivers 
racing up Ted's spine. Jesus Christ, he was unravelling! Her long raven hair 
concealed both of their clinging-mouthed faces like skeins of black 
shimmering silk as she clung to him with escaping little mewls and squirmed 
her voluptuous young curves in seductive delight down against his now fully 
erect cock. 

"Mmmmm, I love you, teddy bear," Vickie whispered, kissing his nose and 
eyes, then taking die untouched drink from his hand to set on the stand 
beside them: Fiery anticipation had already crept through her sensuous young 
body at feeling his lust-thickened rod of flesh pressing upward against her 
resilient ass-cheeks. Knowing what it was doing to him, she gently undulated 
her buttocks down against its hot sinewy hardness. It had been over a week 
since she'd felt that beautiful hard male flesh up inside her belly, and now 
she didn't want to wait one more denying minute! "Let's not talk, my lover! 
Do hot fucky things to me first, before I burn right io a cinder! Your baby 
needs that handsome big charger of yours galloping right up into her 
love-wet pussy... that is, if you still love her. Do you, precious?" 

"Oh... oh shit!" Ted simpered as he lustfully clutched her to him and 
continued running his big hands greedily over the soft, yielding curves her 
negligee so teasingly veiled. The intentions he'd had five minutes before 
were as forgotten as the other wife he'd left behind a few hours ago. And 
then his shapely second wife was slipping off his lap, downward into her 
knees between his legs and gently -Treading them apart to move between. 

"I want to be the sexiest and most loving wife you'll ever have, darling," 
she breathed up at .urn. 

"Christ!" Ted heard himself choke out at her spine-rattling words, and then 
he forgot about everything as her long, slender fingers unbuckled his belt, 
opened the waist of his pants and unzippered his fly! 

What had been a desperately contriving male brain earlier in the day was 
suddenly a libidinous mass of roused nerve tissue inside Ted Haviland's 
skull as he watched and felt the gorgeous, nearly naked girl kneeling 
between his legs slide her soft warm hand inside the cotton of his shorts to 
slowly encircle his eagerly throbbing penis, then bring it out into the 
cooling air with them. 

"Oh damn, Vickie baby!" he gasped, watching the blood-engorged rod of 
hardness jerk inside the soft whiteness of her small, loving hand. 

"Mmmmm," Vickie hummed, her passion-lighted dark eyes filling themselves on 
his long thick cock, the memorable size of it causing a tingling excitement 
to ripple through her loins and belly. Hers! This was really and truly by 
all legal right her own teddy bear cock, and she adored it! "Oh darling, 
it's the most wonderful, beautiful love tool in the whole world ... and 
Vickie idolizes it!" 

"Oh shit!" the hypnotized young bigamist stupidly gulped beneath the waves 
of lewd desire building inside him. The sight of her full, nakedly swaying 
white breasts, with then-hardened little cherry tipped nipples, as she 
subserviently knelt and played between his spread legs, was quickly driving 
him out of his mind. Fuck, nothing else mattered ... except... and he said, 
"K-keep that up, and it's going to explode right in your fiery little fist. 
Christ!" He watched the tiny drops of sperm seep warningly from the split at 
its tip to her gentle strokings! 

"Oh no, sweet-face, it would never do that to it's loving mama," she 
passionately assured him. "It needs me too much ... I can tell." 

It struck him then that he'd hardly even gotten to know her in the short 
time they'd spent together. He'd been too drunk from the beginning and then 
had remained that way to avoid the terrible truth of what he'd done. 
Goddamn, he could only barely remember making love to her that insane week, 
and now, suddenly, he was staring down from some erotic cloud, entranced by 
the lewd sight of her small white hand lovingly massaging and stroking his 
throbbing,, hard penile flesh, drawing the heavy foreskin up and down to 
cover then expose his moistened cock-head. He knew she must have sucked his 
penis, but he couldn't actually remember it... not really ... and now she 
was leaning over it, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to lick away the 
drops of escaped cum wetly glistening at its tip! 

Oh sonofabitch... ! How long had it been since Gayle had sucked him... or he 
had tongued the delicious hot pussy crevice up between her lovely white 
thighs? College ... the beginning, when they'd lived together .. before 
bored complacency... He gasped aloud, his retrospect failing him as he 
reached down for both of Vickie's resilient white breasts, releasing them 
from the negligee to cup their lush warmth. He tenderly kneaded them as she 
slowly lowered her head and her soft, saliva-moistened lips warmly slid down 
over his pulsating cock-head. 

Down, down and down, her lovely brunette head lowered, absorbing his thick 
aching cock up into her warm ovailed mouth, her eager little tongue lashing 
and loving teasingly against its rigid, thick-veined flesh. She raised her 
head then, her tightly clasping lips sucking their wet way to its very tip 
while her pleasure-bringing tongue swirled wildly, its end finally probing 
the tiny orifice of his cock-head once more! 

Oh sweet shit! Ted's brain silently blurted in its single-tracked 
exclamations. That did it! His pulsating balls were churning like an 
automatic washer going through its cycle ... and they were getting ready to 
pump out the suds! "Jesus! Hold it... wait!" he rasped, pressing her 
descending, suction-cupped mouth and lips up off his jerking cock almost in 
desperation as he struggled to his feet and began pulling at his clothes. 

Vickie couldn't help but laugh in wanton glee, her dark eyes aglow with the 
impassioned love and desire bubbling inside her sensuously hungering young 
body. She well knew what she'd done to her teddy bear, and she quickly 
sprung to her feet, slipping out of the whispering negligee before nakedly 
dancing toward the davenport and throwing her unveiled white curves down 
onto it with lust-inciting abandon. 

"Here 'tis, baby-pie!" she egged seductively with a lewd little undulating 
hip and buttock movement meant only for loving husbandly consumption. "Your 
breakfast, lunch and dinner all warmed up ... even a place to store your 
walking stick if you like!" 

"You teasing little bitch!" Ted responded, unable to hold back the salacious 
grin warping his face as she giggled and squirmed in erotic curves of white 
sluttish splendor before him, his enfeebled brain racing aimlessly like a 
rat in a treadmill. Stumblingly, he jerked and tossed the hampering 
imprisonment of her nakedness beyond anything he'd ever experienced. Christ! 
She wasn't just physically absolute ... that would have made her as 
undesirable as a marble sculpture ... she was vibrantly carnal and 
shamelessly eager for sex, as every man secretly dreamed his woman would be. 
Shit, he hadn't been as drunk as he though! No wonder he'd married her ... ! 

"Oooooh ... what a big hard looking cock you have, Mr. Wolf!" Vickie 
baby-voiced at him, twisting onto her side and stretching out licentiously 
as he moved toward her, the length of its thick hardness waggling while his 
cum-bloated balls swung with thrilling promise down between his thighs. 

"All the better to probe your hot little belly with, my dear," he answered, 
falling readily into her fairy-tale game as he threw himself onto the narrow 
davenport facing her. 

"B-but it's like a huge, mean tree, and I might have to scream for the 
woodsman to come and cut it down before it hurts me!" she went on, her 
sparkling eyes and taunting half-smile like some injected drug firing 
through his veins. 

"Don't be a drag, Cinderella!" he hissed into her teasing, beautiful face, 
his strong arms wrapping hungrily around her. 

"That was Little Red Riding Hood, sweet-face," she tittered, kissing him on 
the tip of his nose. 

"I don't give a fuck if it was King Kong! Come here you devil's dream! 
Daddy's about to stuff you so full of cock you'll think you were embalmed 
when he's through!" 

"You wouldn't dare!" 

"No?" he said, his mouth greedily finding hers as he ran his hot hands over 
her silken flesh in blinding desire. He caught the enticing full mound of 
one ripened breast, its firm yet yielding warmth and straining little nipple 
feeding his lust as he mauled it to raise a whimper from her. 

Vickie lifted one leg, wrapping its full, tapering thigh over his, her arms 
winding around his neck, and he crushed her against the back of the 
davenport, his thick throbbing cock furrowing into the wet, hair-lined 
crevice of hot flesh up between her legs. She gasped and clung to him 
passionately, one small hand smoothing down the muscles of his athletic 
back, her full quivering breasts digging into his sparsely-haired chest. 

"Oh daddy wolf, what're you going to do to me ... and how soon?" she 
whispered hotly against his kissing lips. 

"Bury an old bone as quick as I can find a hole!" 

"Oh God, then let me help!" she said quickly, reaching down between their 
nakedly entwined bodies to grasp his pulsating cock-shaft. 

Expertly, she guided its sleek mushroom-shaped head forward, separating the 
fleshy folds of her fevered cunt lips. Then, placing it strategically at her 
hotly nibbling vaginal mouth, she clutched at his hip and pulled down with 
surprising strength in an effort to force his long hart penis up into her 
cunt. "Now, teddy bear! Bury it right up in there where it'll be nice and 
warm and safe... ! Oooohhhh lover, fuck it into me! Baby needs it so bad... 
so bad... ! Aaaah... yessss... yessssss, that's the way! Oh God... deeper, 
deeper, darling, way up into my belly ... your precious hard cock ... 
slipping right up into my steamy cunt to fill me with your love! Oooohhh ... 
again, again, my darling ... like that! So beautiful... I can feel your 
swollen balls every time against my ass! Aaaahhh ... heavenly ... !" 

Ted's brain reeled in wild excitement at the incessant stream of lewd 
phrases hissing passionately from her beautiful lips as his thick aching 
cock raced up the slippery sheath of her dilated cuntal passage! Sweet 
Christ! Leave her? He'd have to be out of his goddamned gourd! Fuck, he was 
already a borderline case ... what the hell... but, Jesus, he couldn't lose 
her, he insanely reasoned as she thrust her rounded white hips and buttocks 
forward in eager wantonness to absorb his long bigamist cock deep up into 
the hotly clutching little oven of her belly! Sonovabitch! When the time 
came to face the music,, he'd just kill himself, that's all... but not 
today! 

Vickie moaned pleasurably before him, the amazing tightness of her sleek, 
grasping pussy-channel swallowing his penis with a skilled muscular sucking 
action that he had no recollection of from his lost week, and, now, raising 
a loud groan from the depths of his chest. Christ, where had she ever 
learned to fuck like this ... or did it just come naturally? 

She whimpered again, making deliberate little movements which he readily 
understood to mean she wanted to change position. He raised up to let her 
slide excitedly beneath him, spreading her satiny white thighs wide and 
drawing them back for him to fit. himself socket-fashion against her naked 
loins, his long thick cock still buried deep in the liquid heat of her 
tightly clasping vagina. Slowly, then, he withdrew his wetly glistening cock 
while they both looked down lustfully to watch. He pulled out the thick 
shaft of flesh until only its blood-engorged head remained inside her 
sucking little pink hole ... and suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer! 
He was going to fuck her until he croaked right there! 

The boggle-brained young husband thrust forward, driving his pulsating cock 
up into the hotly seething canal between her beautiful widespread legs. 

Only the lust-inflamed rapture of the moment existed! Nothing else ... 
nothing, but the erotic sensation of his long thick hardness ramming deep up 
inside the smooth caressing walls of her cunt... nothing but the enchanting 
insanity of fucking this delectable female creature who was really his very 
own wife! 

He quickly fell into a furious rhythm, thrusting the thick length of his 
heavy penis up into her steaming secret flesh with jarring force, ramming 
and pounding, the profuse flow of her intimate secretions coating and easing 
the way for his every plunge. He could feel its swollen rubbery head 
pummeling her tender cervix, while his sperm-laden balls beat down against 
her tiny naked anus in a lewd tattoo. 

Vickie purred catlike with the pain-pleasure, writhing in moments of 
unexpected brief agony beneath him as the spongy head of his big delicious 
cock battered the soft quaking depths of her yielding belly. To her 
masochistic delight, she realized that her moments of unsuppressed pain were 
inciting his masculine lust all the more, and he began driving harder up 
into her, reaching hidden depths seldom explored. He ground his pelvis 
fiercely against her sensitive loins, flexing his expanded cock-head with 
sadistic throbs at the apex of every in-charge to force groans from her 
throat... until finally he panted to a halt, and she knew it was to let the 
mounting pressure from his wild fucking subside once more within him little 
mewling sounds of passionate servitude uncontrollably bubbled from her 
opened lips as she lay there in the hot heaven beneath him, completely 
subjugated to her teddy bear's meagerest whim. She was his love slave, her 
lover-darling's own private whore, she reasoned enchantedly, totally impaled 
on his delicious hard cock probing the intricate throbbing depths of her 
love-hole up between her legs. In glazed rapture, she looked up at his 
handsome face, sensations of super-happiness flushing wildly through her 
tremulous naked body at the trace of sadistic love she read there... and 
then he was tormentively flexing his blood-swollen cock-head again and again 
to force uncontainable gasps of pleasure from her sensually slackened hps. 

His passion-crazed new bride strained greedily up against him, and Ted 
ground harder into her hot susceptible flesh, feeling her arch her 
desire-moistened pussy up to him, lifting both their naked bodies from the 
cushions while she continued to whimper unceasingly, and again he worked 
into a rhythmic, fucking cock-tempo. He sensed her long, trim legs 
tightening and releasing him at his pistoning hips as she began to labor up 
and down the rigid shaft of his glistening white cock with her tightly 
grasping pussy until they'd established a mutual cadence, and her lovely 
head began to toss from side to side, her long raven hair flailing wildly 
like a nun's veil, while her mouth gaped open in a wild abandon. 

"Oooooo ... oooohh," she began to coo and shiver beneath him. "M-my precious 
love forever! You're driving me mad with fucky-joy! 

Oooooh ... sweet-face ... daddy wolf... screw Red Riding Hood until she 
squeals for mercy! Make her your mama wolf... your aving bitch! Use her, 
darling... do everything:.. anything you want to her! 

"Oooohhh ... now, teddy bear, s-slip your finger up into my ass! Please, 
precious, right now ... do it!" she begged impassionedly. 

And a new current of goatish lust surged furiously through Ted Haviland's 
brain with the subtle impact of a train wreck, its jarring force vibrating 
to the depths of his boiling loins and the swollen tip of his painfully 
throbbing cock. His big hands groped, reaching in under her finding 
ass-cheeks to the smooth widespread crevice separating her buttocks while 
she continued to pant upward in short hot breaths into his face, and he 
fucked his rampaging penis relentlessly up into the searing heat of her 
twitching little cunt. Using his outstretched middle finger, the fired-up 
young bigamist found the tight elastic ring of puckering anal flesh. It was 
wet from the warm seepage trickling down from where his solid hardness 
fucked steadily into her cock-stretched pussy. 

Vickie tremored erotically as his fingertip nudged her tight little hole, 
and she felt now the mounting sensations of lewd anticipation beginning to 
rage through her naked body. 

To Ted's surprise, she pressed her quivering ass-cheeks back against the 
stiffened invader. Uncontrollably, he pushed hard up into the hotly 
resisting passage, the dimpled ring of delicate flesh opening like a small 
mouth to suck his finger lewdly up inside to his bent knuckle-joint. He felt 
her lurch beneath him, almost as if, with a sudden change of mind, she 
wanted to expel the thick, penis-like intruder, and then, slowly, her tight, 
resisting little anus relaxed its tension, giving itself to him wantonly. 
"Oh God, daddy, I'm never going to let you out of my sight again!" Vickie 
whispered, as she squirmed her heatedly quivering pussy without shame onto 
his hardened cock and her naked buttocks down joyously onto his finger. "I 
don't care if we have to get welfare, or your baby has to take in washings. 
I've got to have you here where you can love me by the clock at least a 
half-dozen times a day ... say nothing of the nights, precious!" 

Ted half-grinned down into her lustfully Sparkling eyes, mindlessly wishing 
things could be that simple, yet at the same time refusing to face the 
looming reasons why it couldn't. "You're love high," he said, his grin 
broadening. "Oh sweet-face, V-Vickie's cock high, that's what she is! Your 
magnificent prick stuffed way up inside my hot belly is making your baby 
hallucinate ... not to mention your naughty finger playing fucky games right 
up in my asshole! Oh God, darling, I want to smother you in my love!" 

And, with that, the overwhelming lush white beauty of her engulfed him 
inside smooth, naked arms that clung and demanded with hidden strength, 
pulling him down until his chest crushed the full mounds of her straining, 
nipple-crested breasts, while her moistened ripe mouth and fiery tongue 
kissed, sucked and laved at his face until he was damned near breathless. 

"Oh lover... why haven't you got two handsome cocks so you could fuck me 
with one while I sucked the other until your hot cum would squirt down my 
throat?" 

"Goddamn!" he blurted, the voluptuous showgirl's lust-probing wish enough to 
wreck his equilibrium. He struggled for leverage, beginning to fuck 
desperately up into the warmly enclosing flesh between her firm young thighs 
once more. 

"Aaaaah . . . that's my lower ... fucky-fucking his slave-baby with his big 
hard cock!" she sighed like a child gratefully showing her adoring 
appreciation, caressing his face as he half-raised in his distorted 
position. "Oooohh, teddy bear, now ... nowwww ... shove your finger way up 
into my ass as far as you can and fuck me hard... hard, lover! It's time! 
Make me know you love your little pussy-baby!" 

Shit! He was going absolutely bananas from the torment of raw lust firing 
the furnace in the depths of his throbbing loins! There was no question but 
what he'd been drunk when he'd married and lived with her that forgotten 
week because he'd never, in all his escapades, even remotely known a girl to 
be as hot and abandoned, yet so shamelessly wonderful! What he chose to 
think of as his brain was spinning like a carousel gone berserk when he 
thrust his hand forward, simultaneously increasing the stroke of his 
lust-thickened cock fucking her greedily clasping cunt walls, while, at the 
same time, feeling the smooth rubbery sheath of her tight little rectum 
spasming around the full length of his finger probing to the palm of his 
hand. She choked out a moaning whimper of pain-pleasure, the beautiful 
glazed jewels of her dark eyes signaling up to him all of the erot:ic 
enchantment his pistoning cock and finger were bringing her. 

Then, Vickie skewered her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks back and down onto the 
distended finger that was searching, thrusting, routing the hot elastic 
depths of her nether channel, openly reveling in its unnatural presence up 
in the soft fleshy inlet of her rectum. At the same time, Ted could feel the 
in and out pistoning of his rigid cock-shaft through the thin membrane 
separating the dual passages. Oh Christ! His balls were going to shatter if 
he didn't blow them put soon! 

Mercilessly, he initiated an obscene rhythm between cock and finger until he 
was fucking into her in vigorous unison to her continual groans beneath him. 
She strained her full, gaping thighs as she spread them even wider, giving 
him unhindered freedom to his ravishment of the warm wet flesh so intimately 
centered up between her long, showgirl legs! He sensed his blood-locked 
penis uncontrollably expanding then, growing more and more inside her 
tightly clasping pussy toward that blinding instant when it would burst into 
a wild jerking frenzy with the crazy needling pressure building in his 
bloated testicles. 

The young husband gaped down at where his long thick cock was riding with 
glistening white sleekness in and out between the wetly clinging, 
curl-fringed lips of her cunt. His muscular naked body shivered in lewd 
delight at the erotic feel of her fleshy folds clasping like little lips to 
his solid member as it hammered without mercy up into her quivering little 
pussy. The loud animal grunts that began escaping him were not of his own 
volition when he started to batter into her with longer, harder, quickened 
plunges, while his embedded finger wormed deeper up into the 
now-licentiously-stretched rectal depths. She gripped him tightly over his 
arched back with her firm sleek thighs pressed urgently against his ribs, 
and he heard her begin a husky guttural moaning, as basic and animalish as 
his own. He felt her dancer's powerful thighs opening and closing around him 
as she lurched upward onto his raging cock and then thrust her swivelling 
ass-cheeks backward to devour his middle finger in the rhythmic cadence of 
his savage assault between her legs. 

"Ooooohh ... my teddy bear darling... you're superb! Give it to me, 
sweet-face ... all of it, just as hard as you can! Oh damnnn... fuck it, 
lover, fuck it!" she choked out, driving her hard little heels into the 
solid flesh of his back before raising her long white shapely legs up over 
his broad shoulders to present him with the flat, widespread panorama of her 
naked pink cunt and anus! Her eyes, as did her white even teeth, clenched 
tightly shut then, her stunning face twisting and straining in a grotesque 
march of lust as her orgasm swept dynamically over her. 

"Now ... ! Oooooh, teddy bear ... baby's cummiinnnggg ... cummmiiinnnggg... 
!" 

As promised, she whimpered, moaned, and began to squeal, but never for 
mercy, Ted crazily reasoned when she pulled her thighs back tighter and the 
salacious splendor of her reddish-pink, hungrily sucking cunt-slit was his 
to use in any manner he chose. She humped her wildly convulsing vagina up at 
his torturously swollen cock with bruising force, her mouth slack and her 
nostrils flaring wide, a near-shrieking cry wringing from her as she fucked 
in wanton desperation. She made one final lunge upward and held her pussy 
impaled on his long thick hardness, clinging there while the convulsing 
inner muscles of her heated cuntal sheath milked him as he had never been 
milked before! 

The sensations of her orgasmic ecstasy opened the sluice-gate to the damned 
up cum in his balls! While her passionate vaginal walls released their warm 
gushed of liquid passion around his wildly jerking cock, drenching the 
throbbing organ and flooding back to deluge his balls, he sensed his own 
hot, thick sperm racing the full ;ength of his spasming penis. Pleasure 
racked his powerful young frame as she writhed and lurched in complete 
abandonment beneath him. His thick burgeoning penis felt as though it were 
being devoured, as the fleshy lips of her cunt pulled feverishly at it, and 
his boiling white sperm spurted from his cock-tip far up into her wildly 
quivering belly. 

"Ooooooh ... ooooohhhh ... ooohhhhhh!" 

Vickie wailed. "Fill me, teddy bear, darling! All of it... I want every 
teeny drop of your precious cum!" 

Ted couldn't make a sound, it had choked in his constricted throat as his 
energy pumped out the nozzle of his wildly ejaculating cock. Finally, with a 
sigh, he slumped forward, collapsing on top of her sweat-streaked body, 
feeling his hot liquid semen blending with her female love-juice. 

It seemed incredibly and erotically endless ... until his illegal young 
bride, in exhaustion, gave one last squirming spasm, then twitched to a 
final lifelessness, lying beautifully and contentedly still, her heart 
pounding in her breast beneath him. Finally, she said- 

"L-Let's just rest for awhile, darling, before we try that again. Oooohh 
sweet-face, it's so wonderful to have you home. Vickie isn't going to let 
her teddy bear husband out of her arms all day...!" 

 Chapter Five 

Trooper, the massive Alsatian dog, paced uneasily through the Haviland house 
the remainder of the day. Several times his young master allowed him outside 
within the fenced aid, but the big animal found little solace from the 
unreleased ruttish turbulance churning in his powerful loins. He remembered 
this same torment from the times before with the woman led Toni and could 
not understand why it had to be. Pleadingly, he had looked up at his young 
Blaster's grinning face and whimpered, only to fcear him laugh and playfully 
maul his ears, but instinctively, the mighty dog sensed that the boy 
understood, and, although he did not know the meaning of the sounds his 
master spoke softly down at him, Trooper began to feel that somehow Luther 
would help. 

Luther Robbins, in fact, was nervous himself, loth tension and lewd 
anticipation constantly pawing at him throughout the remainder of the Ay. He 
found it difficult to occupy himself with anything except ogling after his 
Ireath-taking young aunt's seductive curves so provocatively outlined 
beneath the white fritted short shorts and halter ensemble enviously hugging 
them. Finally, he had taken up a central position in the living room with a 
book from which he could readily fill his hungering teenage eyes without her 
knowing, although several times she had caught him staring but had merely 
smiled, unaware, he hoped, of the lusting thoughts continually racing 
through his mind. 

He could still hardly believe the salacious orgy he'd watched through his 
telescope, especially as he sat there stealing glances at the shapely, 
fawn-haired young woman going about her housekeeping duties. But, whenever 
doubt cropped up to make him wonder if he was losing his buttons, something 
would happen, such as the way he caught her numerous times looking down at 
where Troop lay at his feet, a partially hidden smile lighting her beautiful 
face and those round blue eyes glimmering like secret planets millions of 
miles off. No, there wasn't any goddamned question but what he'd actually 
witnessed the wildest frigging sex show of his life ... luscious Aunt Gayle 
first going out of her skull to Trooper's tonguing up between her gorgeous 
legs before she obscenely used his nose to fuck her hot little pussy! 
Christ, every time he thought of it, his loony cock began to jerk and throb 
all over again. The bastardly thing hadn't really gone down all day, and his 
sperm-bloated balls felt as tight and swollen as a basketball, say nothing 
of the constant tormenting ache deep in his groin. 

The nervously roused sixteen year old didn't have any set plan of offense, 
even though he'd formed a half-dozen or more in his shrewd calculating 
brain. But, in lieu of that, he was wildly strong in another department .- 
determination! He knew full well he'd probably never get another chance if 
he passed this one up, and that he'd never forgive himself for the rest of 
his life if he didn't take advantage of it. Christ, he was actually coming 
apart inside just thinking about it... though he hardly knew what the hell 
he was going to do to her once and if, he got there! It was obvious that she 
was a real hot doll, and that his Uncle Ted evidently couldn't keep her 
happy with his man-cock. That was one of the big things frightening, him. If 
Uncle Ted couldn't do it, what the hell could fee ever expect to do for her? 
And he didn't want to look like some goddamned pantywaist. Oh shit! He 
didn't give a damn; someway it was going to happen ... had to ... just had 
to or he was going to blow his tube! 

Her nephew's uneasiness had caught Gayle's I ye several times as she moved 
about the house running through daily chores, even though her still 
sensually steeped young mind was hardly on what she was doing. Tiny tingles 
of erotic satisfaction continued to tranquilize her soft belly and 
susceptible girlish loins far into the day, yet at the same time she had 
only to glance down at her animal-lover lying at Luther's feet o sense new 
excitement come alive inside her. 

God, she wasn't sorry in the least for her beastial act, and she supposed 
that made her some sort of animal herself, but she knew she would do it 
again if she had the opportunity ... and what else was her conniving 
visionary brain trying to do but make that opportunity! But damn, she had to 
be so careful with Luther right there in the house; he was so unpredictable, 
and as uneasy as a cat looking for a place to potty as she'd already 
discovered. 

On further thought as she began to prepare dinner, the scheming young 
housewife concluded that Luther's edginess was probably due to his coming 
chess match the next afternoon, which was quite understandable. After all, 
he was only a boy, and he'd said he was to play a man named Zentor from 
Europe. She remembered then that she was to take him into Portland for the 
contest and mentally decided what she would wear. The poor boy, it must be a 
strain on him, and he looked so awkwardly unsettled ... had ever since he'd 
been there, now that she had come to know him and his mannerisms a little 
better. After dinner, she would spend time with him and try to calm him a 
bit. They were supposed to play some chess anyway ... but God, what would he 
ever think if he knew what she and his handsome pet had done that morning on 
the bed ... and hopefully might repeat, if she could only conjure up a way. 

Slipping a small roast into the oven, Gayle then poured Coke over ice, made 
herself a meager pitcher of martinis and joined her young guest in the 
living room. 

"Oh thanks, Aunt Gayle," Luther said as she set the soft drink beside him, 
then curled into a chair across the room, folding her smooth naked legs 
partially beneath her and holding the thin-stemmed cocktail glass in salute. 

"Cheers, darling," she proposed and he nodded, sipping with her. "I'm only 
going to spend a minute with you, then I must shower and change for dinner." 

The thought of her shedding her short shorts and halter for something more 
concealing disappointed Luther, but he couldn't see as there was much he 
could do about it. Then, she fastened her attention onto Trooper at his 
feet, speaking to the eager-eared pussy-licker and that gave him his chance 
to feast on the white satiny flesh of her full thighs. The way she was 
sitting with both legs drawn up snugly together beneath her enabled the 
excited teenager to see where the fleshy cleft of her buttocks began, even 
the white band of her nylon panties. Her lushly rounded ass-cheeks strained 
against the knitted material of her shorts, stretching the tight crotch 
strip disappearing between her thighs. As a matter of fact, the crotchband 
hugged her so tightly there that he could plainly see the indentation of her 
fleshy cunt lips. 

He sensed his face flushing and when she suddenly asked him in a concerned 
tone if he was feeling all right, he said : "Yeah ... sure, I feel fine. I-I 
was just wondering if I should change for dinner, too?" 

"Heavens no, darling. It's just that I've been working around all day and 
well, you know even girls get a bit sweaty." Gayle laughed, sipped at her 
drink and swung to her feet. "I'll only be a few minutes and be back to join 
you. By that time my roast'll need attention." 

She started away and the teenager glued his greedy eyes on the voluptuous 
rolling sway to her full rounded hips and buttocks, his mouth dry as he 
gaped after her. Suddenly, she stopped and turned. "There's lots of Coke in 
the fridge if you want it, dear." 

"Th-thanks," he replied, her smile damned near melting him. And then Trooper 
was on his feet and whimpering as he stood there watching her. 

"What's wrong with him, Luther? D-does he want to come with me?" There was 
undeniable hope in her voice. 

"No. He wants out again," the boy quickly answered, his lie meant to end any 
sudden ideas she might have gotten. Sonovabitch, he had no goddamned 
intentions of letting them in there alone together! 

"Oh ... all right," she seemed to almost pout before disappearing into her 
room, the door closing behind her. 

Jesus, Luther thought, she had ideas all right. Why the hell else would 
she've let Troop in there with her? She wanted another go with him ... 
wanted him to lick her hot little pussy some more! Holy Christ, she was the 
steamiest goddamned chick he'd ever heard of... and he was going to try to 
get next to her? Horse shit? She'd take you on for the prelims, Robbins! You 
better stick to your telescope and right hand! In fact, his fuckheaded cock 
was so aching hard at that very moment that he could cry ... ! 

Vickie Cramer Haviland sat in the cozy living room of their small Los 
Angeles apartment in her black negligee, a long twenty-five cent cigar 
clenched angrily between her even white-teeth, the room clouded with its 
heavy billows of blue smoke. Her almond-shaped dark eyes stung from the 
three stages they had passed through in the last hour, and like her little 
up-tilted nose that was red at the tip, their rims were blood-shot where the 
whites should be, while their pupils were blazing, enraged black embers at 
the moment. 

He was gone, the bastard! Instead of coming home two days early as she'd 
joyously thought, le sonovabitch had just dropped by for a fast riece of ass 
on his way to a meeting in Chicago, or some such shit! God, she couldn't 
believe it when he'd finally gotten it out after a full ten minutes of 
stammering around. 

"Chicago! B-but you just got here!" she wailed. 

"I know, I know, darling, and you never gave me a chance to tell you that I 
flew in to see you before I had to leave!" he'd flabbered, pickmg up and 
pulling on his clothes from where he'd thrown them all over the room, while 
she had sat upright on the davenport to stare at him in her nakedness, never 
feeling more like one of Black Sara's whores since the day she'd left there. 

"W-well... well... well I'll be goddmaned!" she'd uncontrollably gasped, the 
first stage, that of the love-struck new bride, passing like the results of 
a cathartic. "Why didn't you tell me, damnit?" 

"Vickie, I tried, honest, but ... well, you had other ideas ..." 

"And you thought it'd be better to wait until after, right?" 

"No! That's not it at all, for Chris' sakes!" he'd blurted, trying to put on 
a sock in a j standup position and hopping all over the room. "Oh come on, 
hon. let's not argue like this. Christ, I can't help it if the company ..." 

"And all the time I thought you had come home to me early ., .brought all of 
your things to move in and ..." 

"Please Vickie? Don't you understand? I haven't had time, and then this 
emergency meeting in Chicago came up," he tried to explain. "I could have 
called you from San 

Francisco rather then flying down here you know, but don't you see, I had to 
be with you pod hold you in my arms before I went away from you for another 
whole week or more ... " "You forgot about dipping your wick, Mr. Haviland!" 
she spat at him, nakedly standing bod snatching up her negligee from the 
floor. "Not that you couldn't find some ready hole in ihat burg and 
accomplish the same ends, but this one does still hold a certain new 
intrigue for you I should imagine." 

"Vickie ... goddamn it, stop that talk will you please?" he begged, hopping 
on one foot toward her, then dropping it to the floor with his sock still 
dangling as he forcefully took her into his arms, and she slipped into stage 
two ... cried. "Oh baby ... damn, don't carry on like this. It's just for a 
week. I'm not off to the Crusades or something..." "But you should have told 
me the very first thing, sweet-face ... not let me get my heart set on your 
staying," she insisted in her softened, tear-choked voice. "God, I was so 
happy to see and have you home with me ... " "All right, I'm sorry, baby. I 
should have told you the first thing. It's all my fault and ... and I'll 
make it up to you somehow, I promise." "J-just hurry back home to me, 
teddybear ... that's all I ask ... and ... and keep away from those Chicago 
girls." "Don't be ridiculous, hon," he'd laughed then kissed her warmly. 
"You're the only girl I care about." 

"You better say that if you know what's good for you, Ted Haviland," she had 
said with a smile, pressing him back toward the davenport. "Now, sit down 
there and let me put those damned socks on for you. If you don't hurry 
you'll miss your plane ..." 

And she had ... actually gotten down on her knees at his feet for a second 
time in a matter of short hours, only this occasion was to put hij goddamned 
socks and shoes on him! And it was then, while she was searching for his 
other sock beneath the sofa that she spotted the white envelope with their 
own address scratched on the back in pencil. She had started to bring it 
out, but something had told her not to, and instead she had pushed it 
further back out of sight. 

Not until after her darling, sweet-face, teddybear had smothered her in 
kisses, ran his big hot hands hungrily over her several times then dashed 
out the door, had she retrieved the envelope. For a long while she had just 
sat there staring at it, afraid to venture into the privacy enclosed inside, 
for it was unopened and unpostmarked. It had never been mailed! The 
addresses was female, an Alice Sturges in Niger Washington, and written in 
the obvious dainty hand of another female. But more important was the back 
of the envelope where her address was scrawled in pencil. On the flap and in 
the same delicate handwriting addressing the envelope was written the name 
Gayle Haviland, 17360 Arroya Way, Canyon Hills, Oregon! 

H-his sister? Mother? An aunt, cousin, or relative of some description? Oh 
God! She had to know ... had to ... ! 

Phase three had rapidly followed the reading of that damning letter. She had 
already been too drained for further tears even though the "shock had 
brought a limited instant flood, but they were short lived in the pangs of 
screaming rage ripping at her soft insides. Oh, the lousy bastard! One Gayle 
Haviland, like herself, was a Mrs. Ted, and the longer she sat there fuming 
and puffing at the cigar while her mind raced in rampant fury, the 
heartbroken and incensed young woman couldn't help but wonder if and how 
many more Mrs. Havilands there might be! One thing for sure, she vowed, her 
lovely teeth clenching to nearly bite through the rolled leaves of dark 
tobacco, that bigamist bastard was going to pay right through the nose! He 
was going to know that Vickie Cramer Haviland was one bitch not to be taken 
lightly! And with that, the voluptuous brunette showgirl bolted to her feet 
in search of her bottle of Old Grandad. She needed some brain stimulant to 
help her keep her cool while she made her plans. No use charging off 
half-cocked. After all, this proved it for certain; she'd been right in the 
first place. There never lived a man worth his goddamned salt! 

 Chapter Six 

Gayle felt comfortably woozy. She probably shouldn't have mixed and drunk 
that extra pitcher of martinis, say nothing of the wine through dinner, but 
she'd known the need of some sort of strengthener to help her exercise 
sensible restraint before she really jammed her foot in the bucket. Luther 
might be just a boy, but he was certainly no fool, and for her to take 
another ridiculous chance with his beautiful 

Trooper could well wind up catastrophic for her at best. God, she had to 
keep her wits and just bide her time. The drinks would help calm the 
rekindled little bed of hot coals smoldering intimately in the secret depths 
of her, too, or perhaps make her sleepy as always ... and as a last resort 
she still had her finger and imagination if that became necessary to finally 
reach sleep. 

Luther, the darling, was being very patient wiih her stupidity, explaining 
again and again the reason for this move or another, but when she had no 
interest it was difficult to grasp the progression of the pieces on the 
chess board between them. More magnetically attracting was the handsome dog 
who lay on the floor at their feet with his deep brown eyes constantly on 
her. his tall ears regally erect in that manner of captivation peculiar to 
him, and she could barely keep her roused mind off their naughty little 
party that morning. 

"Well, that's a couple of basic offenses, Aunt Gayle," Luther said, trying 
to concentrate his unreadable eyes on the board rather than the low-cut, 
loose blouse and tiny mini-skirt his uncle's sexy young wife had changed 
into, their style and brevity as teasingly revealing in their own way as the 
short shorts outfit. Christ, the deep fleshy cleft between her firm white 
tits was i just about to snap a cord or something in his aching cock, it was 
so goddamned hard. He wasn't certain whether she was wearing a! brassire or 
not, but if she was there sure wasn't much to it. "O-Of course, there're 
many more such offenses, but those I've shown you are the simpler ones." 

"Luther, you're a dear to spend this time with! me, but I think I'm a little 
too dense tonight for deep concentration ... sleepy too, I'm afraid." 

Her smile, meant to be warm, was mod wooden. From the fucking booze, the 
teenager reasoned bitterly, having seen the same effects more than once on 
his Mom. Goddamn, it wasn't going to happen for him, was it? She was just 
two shades away from suggesting they turn-in so that he'd get his sleep for 
tomorrow's match, or some similar crap. All his hopes and plans ... shit, he 
might've known ... and his goddamned guts were knots of aching pressure, his 
numbed prick had been hard so long. But what the hell could he do? ... 
except go into his bedroom and beat the hell out of it! 

"Anyway, I think it would be a good idea if you got a good night's rest, 
young man, with the tournament tomorrow, don't you?" Gayle suggested, the 
first inkling of a wild idea darting through her liquor-stimulated mind. 

"I ... yet... but it's only nine-thirty, Aunt Gayle ..." 

"I know, dear, but you're goirtg to need all your thinking capacities in top 
condition with that Mr. Zentor, right?" 

Luther nodded. There was nothing else for him to do but agree. Anyway, he 
was going to be around for a few more days and nights, and maybe ... just 
maybe ... He began picking up the ivory pieces and placing them in their 
velvet-lined case. 

"Would you like anything to eat or drink, fear, before we run off?" she 
asked, getting to her feet. 

"No, no thank you. I'm filled up." 

"A Coke maybe? I think I'll make myself a night-cap," Gayle said, stealing a 
glance down at Trooper's ever watchful eyes. 

"No, nothing thank you, Aunt Gayle," the teenager answered, stretching up 
out of the chair to this full, rangy six-feet and picking up his chess set. 
He realized that his swollen hardness had to be bulging out the front of his 
pants, and this time he hoped to hell she would see it! "Trooper and I'll 
just go along if you'll excuse us." 

"Of course, darling. Y-You two go ahead and... and I'll close up the house 
for the night," the curvaceous, fawn-haired young wife stammered, trying to 
hold onto her smile as her avid eyes caught sight of the unmistakable 
protrusion behind the fly of his trousers. God. this was the second time 
today she had seen it hard like that! Was it her? Or did all teenaged boys 
run around like that all the time. My God! 

"Good night, Aunt Gayle." 

"G-Good night, Luther ... Trooper ..." 

Gayle stood there until she heard his door close, then went into the kitchen 
to mix herself a Scotch and soda. Her hands were trembling, and her abdomen 
was alive with gnawing little spasms from the excitement and tension 
fermenting inside her. The knowledge that his virile young penis had been 
hard wasn't doing a thing to lessen her inner tempest either. Lord, it 
looked so big for just a boy, she sensuously thought once more. Oohhh ... 
she was actually wet up between her thighs with the warm moisture seeping 
from between her vaginal lips. dampening the narrow nylon crotch-band of her 
panties. Damn, she was keyed-up all right, but she knew it was her sudden 
inspiration of a plan to seduce the willing Alsatian dog again more than the 
outlined sight of his young master's concealed erection. 

Not that she had reached such baseness where she preferred an animal to a 
human, the feverishly infused girl quickly reassured herself as she 
swallowed heavily from her drink, but good God, she'd certainly never have 
anything of that nature to do with her own husband's nephew ... nor with any 
other man for that matter! Hadn't she built an entire world of erotic 
fantasy around herself for just that very reason? But beautiful lovers like 
Trooper would never cause her a worry ... they were gallantly silent! 

Draining the glass, Gayle hastily made herself another for the bedroom 
before locking doors and turning off lights. In her room, she began to 
undress slowly, spacing the ritual with sips from her drink. There was no 
hurry. She wanted to give the teenager ample time to fall into sleep before 
she approached his door. The rest, she felt certain, should come off quite 
simply, once Trooper recognized her... and when they were finished, she 
would just take him back to the boy's room. Luther'd never know the 
difference. 

She stripped to panties and brassiere before her vanity mirror, 
narcissistically admiring the white shapliness of her curved young body 
reflected in the glass. Sexy brassieres and panties were always more 
provocative to her than total nakedness, at least to look at. Especially was 
this sensuous undies set with its lacy sling bra and ultra scanty-briefs in 
what the company called nudette-nylon. Ted had undoubtedly been harboring 
some lusty thoughts the day he?d bought them for her in Los Angeles, but by 
the time he'd gotten them home he had evidently thought himself to 
satisfaction ... there'd been little more to it than that for her. 

Oh, poor Ted, she thought subconsciously, striking a side pose to better see 
the jutting, pointed contours of her full breasts and smoothly rounded 
buttocks. He wasn't really to blame ... he worked too hard ... God, her pink 
little nipples were as hard as marbles. She could see their embossed tips 
and surrounding halos right through the lacy material... just as the light 
curls at the base of her belly shadowed the swelling V-shaped mound up 
between her sleek young thighs. And there was a darker shade of wetness 
apparent there too ... Damn, would he be asleep yet? 

Luther wasn't, in fact, he was a long ways from it as he lie there stripped 
to gangly nakedness and stretched out on the top of his unopened bed staring 
down at his up-thrusting rod of throbbing flesh. He had shaded the small 
bedside lamp with a towel to diffuse the light, trying to keep it from 
showing beneath his door, but keeping enough light that he could still 
lustfully, watch the pumping strokes of his own hand, which was the best he 
was going to be able to do this night. He could think of his voluptuous aunt 
though, and the way she had wildly hung onto Trooper's head while he licked 
her fuzzy wet cunt and she humped her beautiful ass right up at his buried 
face! And the teenager did, gently working the thick outer skin of his 
stone-hard penis up and down to reveal then cover its moistened, 
blood-engorged head, completely unaware of the knob on the door silently 
turning or of the barrier inching inward without a sound. Not even Trooper 
who lay on the floor beside the bed casually watching his young master had 
yet sensed the outside presence ... 

Gayle couldn't rid herself of the almost thief-like feeling washing 
shiveringly over her as she moved stealthily along the hallway in the 
darkness, and she had to remind herself twice that she was in her own home. 
She had slipped into a wrapper after stripping completely naked, then gone 
over her story several times if by chance the boy might still be awake or 
she should make a noise to arouse him. She was just looking in to see that 
he was all right and to bid him good night... or she could say that she 
thought she had heard him call. Yes, perhaps the last one was best, the 
tensed young woman decided as noiselessly she caught hold of the knob and 
carefully turned it. 

The unusualness of the dimmed glow that first greeted her peering eyes 
confused Gayle, and for a moment she stood there with the door only slightly 
cracked, trying to place its source. There was no lamp in the room to give 
off such an illumination she well knew and curiosity alone was enough to 
make her quietly press the door further inward ... until at first she caught 
sight of a pair of naked feet... crossed at the ankles ... then thin, hairy 
legs ... knees ... thighs ... and, and ... ! I-It was his ... his testicles 
and swollen penis! Good Lord! His hand was wrapped right around it, and... 
and he was stroking himself, his hair-covered teenage loins straining right 
up off the bed to his furious pumping fist! 

The shocked young wife might have stepped back out of respect for his 
privacy if nothing more had she not been jarred to the sudden watery joints 
of her knees by the lewd spectacle, and before she could regain her 
composure Trooper growled out his greeting! But during that space of 
fleeting seconds before her presence was detected, Gayle couldn't resist 
focusing her bugging blue eyes on his long, thickly hardened cock which 
twice that day had tested her mental calculation. She stared at its bloated, 
fiery head being wetly exposed with every vigorous down-stroke of his busy 
hand. The size of his youthful, swollen balls beneath resulted in the 
sensual realization that there was nothing boyish about this youth's 
genitals. 

What should have been repulsion and anger bubbling up inside her at the 
degrading insult of committing his obscene act right there as a young guest 
in her home was anything but, the stunned, gaping wife had to acknowledge to 
herself. Instead, the lustful sight of his angular nakedness and youthful, 
big hard cock clutched so lewdly in his gaunt stroking hand immediately 
created lurid sensations of hunger in her wetly throbbing cunt. The young 
blonde housewife felt her own breathing quicken reflexively with the surge 
of hot blood pounding in her roused feminine veins, and she couldn't hold 
back the gasp which escaped her, giving away her voyeuristic presence to the 
massive Alsatian dog. 

To the tail-wagging animal's throaty growl, Luther jerked upright into a 
sitting position, his slackened jaw sagging even more at the demoralizing 
sight of his voluptuous aunt standing in the open doorway and staring at 
him! For a moment, he froze there his hand still clutching at the swollen 
rod of hardness thrusting pole-like up from his exposed loins, his opaque 
eyes widening in mortification. Desperately, he looked around him for 
anything to cover himself, but there was nothing! He had stretched out on 
his unopened bed and his clothes were across the room ... ! To hide it, he 
grasped his naked throbbing cock inside both big hands and leaned forward 
trying to conceal its glistening red knob protruding from his upper fist 
like a tomato! 

"Luther! I-I-I thought I heard you c-call out!" Gayle exclaimed lamely in a 
stammering, choked voice and saying the rehearsed bit she had kept at ready 
in the forefront of her mind. 

"Ooohhh ... Jesus Christ!" the boy blurted in a sickened tone as she stood 
there unable to take her eyes off the huge young staff he was clenching in 
both hands as might a standard bearer. The realization that it was 
projecting from both ends of his broad, double hand-span increased the 
feverish impulses of Gayle's own secretly nourished desire. And his bloated 
young balls beneath with their fringe of dark pubic hair covering them ... 
good heavens, was he only sixteen? Ooohhh ... she couldn't just stand there 
staring at his nakedness ... and the expression of shameful embarrassment 
twisting his homely face ... God! ,., she could readily feel the pain of his 
humiliation! 

"I-I'm sorry, Luther... I should have knocked," Gayle managed, sensing the 
warm flush of blood filling her cheeks as she backed toward the hallway on 
trembling legs, her small hand groping for the door to close behind her. 
"W-Wait! Don't leave, Aunt Gayle?" Luther almost whined out at her, big 
tears filling his eyes. He wasn't crying, but he knew he was damned close to 
it, and when she paused, he said: "Y-You saw ... saw me doing it, didn't 
you? You did, didn't you ... ?" 

Gayle swallowed tightly, the bizarre sight of him sitting there naked on the 
bed and holding his over-grown rigid young penis in both hands was like some 
ridiculous, lusty farce one might see in a mod, off-Broadway theatre. Except 
that the wild effect his natural enough boyish obscenity was having on her 
might not be quite as potent under normal public surroundings. 

Finally, she nodded; lying now would be absurd. "Yes ... I saw ... but I 
didn't mean to ... " 

"I saw you and Trooper this morning, too!" he spewed quickly before she 
could finish. "I watched you through my telescope from the hill! You let him 
lick between your legs, Aunt Gayle! He was tonguing your pussy ... and 
that's why you came here tonight... to sneak him back into your room and do 
it again! Th-That's the truth, isn't it?" 

Gayle sensed an immediate sinking nausea at the pit of her stomach as his 
nearly sobbing accusations rang like deafening bells in her ears. For an 
instant, her dazed mind reeled and she caught hold of the door-edge for 
support. Before her, the room seemed hazy, its pieces of furniture beginning 
to waver and ripple as if they were liquid ... the massive dog, too, who had 
begun to whimper... and the naked figure coming off the bed toward her with 
the stanchion-like rod of hardened flesh advancing first as might a knight 
with poised lance ... ! 

Gayle didn't faint completely, but for a moment she was witless and felt 
herself being scooped up and carried to the bed. In less than a passing 
minute she was in fair control of herself again and aware that Luther sat on 
the side in his nakedness looking frightenedly down at where he'd laid her. 
She worked up a little smile and offered it to him, hoping the silent tears 
streaming down his homely cheeks would stop. 

"I'm all right now, Luther," she said softly, searching for his hand to 
reassure him. "It was just that... that for a minute there ..." She didn't 
finish. 

"God, I'm sorry, Aunt Gayle! It was all my fault!" he self-accused, his 
tears still wetly coursing down hollow cheeks. "I should never have said 
anything..." 

The fawn-haired young wife felt the uneasy catch in her throat at his 
remainder. But at the same moment she had dropped her eyes to see that his 
lengthy rod of manly hardness had lost none of its virile rigidity, and 
immediately felt all the sensuous excitement she had known for hours still 
smoldering warmly in the depths of her own impassioned, erotic zones below. 
She said: 

"You did see us... Trooper and me, didn't you, darling?" 

The teenager nodded. 

"D-Do you hate me ... I mean, for using him that way ... ?" 

"Hell no, Aunt Gayle! I could never hate you! Honest!" 

"You doll... then why are you crying? No one will ever know that I saw you 
... and you must promise never to tell about Trooper and me. Will you ... ?" 

"God, I'd never tell anyone, I swear, it!" 

"Then please, darling, stop your crying," Gayle pleaded, brushing her 
slender hand over his wet cheek. 

"Hell, that isn't it, Aunt Gayle... It's just... well, damnit, it aches so! 
My crazy cock, it's been so frigging hard all day, even before I watched you 
... you and Troop. God, Aunt 

Gayle, I don't think I can stand it much longer! 

It feels as if it's never going soft again!" 

What should have logically caused disgust, or anger, and at the very least a 
feeling of utter ribald humor in its ludicrousness had no such effects on 
the sensually tormented wife. Instead, his almost pathetic admission struck 
a heated vein of sympathy in the simmering depths of her, his use of the 
four-letter word cock adding mind-blanking lust to the mixed sensations 
tingling urgently in her belly and up between her legs. 

She raised to her elbow and gaped down at his thick swollen shaft as if 
actually examining it from a medical standpoint, her greedy, azure-blue eyes 
fixed on the blood-engorged, plum-colored head in its pulsing wetness, and 
then the length of its blue-veined hardness below the heel of his once more 
clasping hand. Oh God ... it was easily as big as Ted's ... perhaps bigger! 
And his teenage balls , that appeared to grow out of, they seemed 
unreasonably bloated beyond anything she had ever seen on her husband ... as 
if anxiously waiting to spew out their delicious sperm! 

"You ... you poor darling," she heard herself teasingly whisper. "Come up 
and lie down on the bed where you'll be comfortable, Luther," she went on, 
urging him with both hands now as she sat up and he slowly lay back beside 
her, stretching out with his upthrusting young penis still grasped in his 
stroking hand. 

He even whimpered as if he were in pain, but his tears had stopped, yet he 
continued to work the thick outer skin of it up and down with relieving 
strokes, almost as if she were not there revealing again and again the 
moistly turgid head. "It's all right, darling!" she encouraged lewdly, 
smoothing her soft hand over the leanness of his teenage chest. "Go ahead! 
Do it! Aunt Gayle knows how you feel!" Her voice was hoarse as she watched 
the bloated sac of his cum-filled balls dancing lewdly against his naked 
young thighs! 

Ooohhh ... she was drunk ... but not on liquor alone, Gayle reasoned as she 
eased down on the bed and moved her face closer to his hand-clutched cock, 
finally catching hold of his wrist to gently pull it away until the long 
thick rod of hardness snapped back to hug his lean belly. She reached and 
took it inside her warm curling fingers then, its pulsating length of solid 
hot flesh transmitting its painful demands and unleashing a wild hunger she 
had nearly forgotten existed within her! 

Oh God! She couldn't let him fuck it into her as heavenly as its long, thick 
hardness would feel racing up into her excitedly burning cunt crevice. No, 
that would be almost incestuous But... but... and it'd been so long ... ! 
She inched forward, dropping her cheek until it retsted on the tensed muscle 
of his upper thigh and bony hip, her eyes wide open to watch as she licked 
out with her tiny, feverish tongue at the bluish-veined sidewall of rigidly 
throbbing flesh. She continued to hold the broad base of his virile young 
penis between thumb and forefinger as she made one wet swipe up toward its 
lust-swollen tip. 

"Uuunnnggg!" the lurching sixteen year old beneath her grunted at the 
unexpected, bone-disolving contact of her hot little tongue with his aching 
penis. Now, his own brain had its turn at whirling while she continued to 
lick upward along its sensitive flesh, and he jerked his head upright to 
watch the lewd performance he would never have believed possible! Sweet 
Jesus! She was actually doing it... licking his cock! Oh Christ! Would she 
really suck it like Toni did ... all the way? And then, suddenly she was 
stopping and getting to her knees, her long hair falling around her 
shoulders like a dusky gold mantle. "Damn, Aunt Gayle ... please don't 
stop!" Her beautiful face was some sort of a mask smiling down at him with 
greedy blue eyes that were gleaming like priceless gems as, with a minimum 
of effort, she shrugged off her wrapper to expose her voluptuous white 
nakedness before him. The nearness of her smooth, satin-skinned curves 
damned near made him choke-up once more, because he knew she had stripped 
just for him ... them ... the two of them there alone exactly the way he'd 
pictured it, but never believed it would happen! "Does this help, darling? 
Seeing me naked ... my breasts and belly ... and my ... my pussy down 
between my legs?" Gayle couldn't resist asking, nor avoid the salacious 
temptation of smoothing her hands wantonly from the flare of her rounded 
hips upward along her rib cage as she knelt upright luridly cupping her 
hands beneath her full sensuous breasts, lifting and holding them pointedly 
fixed on him, their tiny distended pink nipples like waxen morsels of juicy 
bite-size fruit. 

She didn't even want to know the depths of the forbidden excitement that 
possessed her, nor did she want to think about the after effects of the lewd 
thing she was about to do. The only thing that mattered was that she brought 
relief to the aching young cock straining so lustfully up from his boy-man 
loins, bring him relief in a delicious way that she hadn't known in nearly 
two years except for her own obscene fantasies But this was no licentious 
fairy tale! It was happening, and according to her own lewd designs now ... 
at this very moment! 

"Oh Christ, Aunt Gayle, you're so beautifull I-I can't help it if just 
looking at you like that makes me want to bawl! I can't... !" Luther 
impulsively choked out, the tears once more puddling in his eyes. 

"You sweet darling! Don't be ashamed. Real passion is often like that... and 
I'm pleased that you love me naked. Girls always like to know they're 
appreciated. Now, listen to me, darling. You know what I'm going to do, 
don't you? Don't you ... ?" 

"S-Suck my cock?" His voice was a guttural croak of hope. 

The lewd statement alone sent wild shivers of feverish stimulation racing 
through her. She nodded eagerly, her smile feeling whorish even to herself. 
"And while I do it, I want you to have Trooper come up on the bed behind me 
... do you understand what I mean?" 

"And ... and lick your pussy ... the way he did this morning?" the teenager 
exclaimed, the thought of the salacious act only making his tormented penis 
jerk all the more painfully. 

Again, Gayle fervently nodded as she climbed between her nephew-in-law's 
trembling legs and stared down at his lust-inciting young cock, the 
realization that both of them were shortly going to experience wildly erotic 
pleasure fanning the glowing sensual furnace within her. She had never been 
more shamelessly aroused in her young life! The warm slipperiness oozing in 
profusion from between her flushed pussy-lips was dribbling downward in tiny 
rivulets, moistening the hot smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Disconcerned, 
she tightly clenched her thighs together, which only caused a ripple of lewd 
delight to surge through her abdomen as her blood-filled vaginal lips 
pressed against the sensitive little stalk of her clitoris hidden between. 

She kneeled up over his teenage loins, the wealth of his curling black pubic 
hair directly beneath her face and devouring eyes. She held his length of 
man-sized, upthrusting cock once more inside the enclosure of her fingers 
and palm, her other hand moving eagerly to cup and weight his grandly 
bloated young balls with gentleness. Their fervid heat sent wild, prickling 
sensations of obscene excitement through her, and she was suddenly making 
little sounds of hunger from the depths of her throat. 

Gayle began to work his thick, clinging foreskin up and down, her glazed 
eyes feeding on what had become the tempting deliciousness of its damp, 
satin-smooth head. Its hot hardened ridges felt like sensuous vertebrae 
under her finger. She was suddenly so young again, sc insanely excited 
inside her hungering body by his masculine virility! God, how she had come 
to love cock ... and before her eyes the eager manipulations of her hand 
raised a cloudy little bubble at the slit of its inflamed, mushroomed tip! 
Knowingly, she dropped her head and with a greedy flick of her wetly 
quivering tongue stole the tangy pearl of hot seminal fluid! 

Like a potent drug, its sweet manly taste bent her mind, fanning the fires 
of passion eating ravenously inside her abdomen. She pressed her moistiy 
ovalled lips down until they slid slowly-over its smooth spongy head; then 
she locked them behind its prominent fleshy rim while she licked and teased 
maddeningly with her hot little tongue. Her cheeks sucked inward at it while 
she drew her nails tauntingly beneath the sensitive flesh of his sperm-laden 
balls. 

Luther groaned out again and again, as he thrust his aching loins upward to 
shove his thick white cock further into the soft warm cavern beyond his 
beautiful aunt's wetly ovalled lips. Staring in happy disbelief, he watched 
her mouth tighten even more around his throbbing hardness, then slip 
downward along its veined hardness until her little nose was actually 
brushing his wiry pubic hair. Nearly the entire long pulsating length of his 
penis was sucked up into the liquid heat of her honey-like mouth now, and he 
stared through incredulous eyes, watching lustfully as she sucked back 
upward to its very tvp. A moment later, the nakedly kneeling blonde began to 
lick passionately with her wet little tongue, washing it all over from his 
balls along its underside to the ridge of its pulsing, saliva-moistened 
head! 

Gayle's quivering belly and too-long neglected, sizzling young cunt was a 
roaring inferno of burning desire. The forbiddenness alone of her lecherous 
act sent frenzied thrills racing through her obscenely positioned, curved 
nakedness. Oh, the almost forgotten delicious taste of lust-filled cock was 
nearly driving her to rhe point of orgasm by itself, to say nothing of what 
the licking and sucking of his unspoiled teenage genitals was doing to her! 
Now! Now, it was time, so that she too would cum while he squirted his 
seething sperm up into her mouth and throat! And she raised her eyes at the 
same time that her warm engulfing mouth slipped down over his swollen 
cock-head once more, humming around its hot rubbery hardness while her eyes 
signaled to him her want and she began to spread her tremulous thighs lewdly 
apart in shameless anticipation of the Alsatian's long wonderful tongue 
licking at her most sensitive flesh. 

 Chapter Seven 

Trooper's tormented whimpers had gone unnoticed from the moment the young 
woman, Gayle, had stripped away her covering and crawled between his 
master's legs. Remembering what had taken place between her and himself 
earlier that day, the powerful dog had felt the burning heaviness once more 
becoming intense in the depths of his unsated loins at the sight of her 
smooth white body stripped naked. He watched with eagerness the rippling 
flow of her soft curves as she moved into a position that lowered her head 
while her tapering hollowed back arched until her rounded buttocks were high 
in the air. Her long fawn-colored hair which covered her face and puddled on 
his master's naked belly hid from the massive animal the exact reason for 
her bobbing head movements, but instinctively Trooper knew, and hot racing 
blood began to stream more furiously through him. 

His leap up onto the bed was self-instigated and unbeckoned, but the sudden 
spreading apart of the young woman's full white thighs, better revealing the 
succulent pink crevice and the hot fleshy folds up between them, was a 
temptation the mighty Alsatian could not resist. His long, wet tongue 
slavered over powerful jaws as he intently studied the satiny mounds of her 
nakedly elevated buttocks and the tiny puckered orifice centered in the 
smooth valley between her trembling ass-cheeks, not a tongue's length above 
the glistening damp flesh of her warm cuntal slit. 

Anxiously and open-jawed, Trooper moved forward. 

Luther had read his Aunt Gayle's signal, but because of the pleasureful 
sensations her wet, twirling tongue and clasping lips were bringing his 
wildly throbbing cock, the youth couldn't muster the energy to choke out a 
command at the panting dog standing on the floor nearby. And then suddenly, 
as if Trooper had read his mind, the huge beast was up onto the bed. The 
teenager saw his uncle's wife, who was slaving down between his legs spread 
her knees out wider, and he looked toward her vanity mirror where he could 
see the whole way-out scene reflected. 

Gayle abruptly felt Trooper's pressuring weight as he moved forward behind 
her, and an almost frantic anticipation electrified her salaciously kneeling 
body. Hungrily, she sucked at Luther's palpitating cock as she tried to 
raise her lewdly offered buttocks higher for the big dog ... and then she 
sensed his sniffing damp nose high against the tingling inner flesh of her 
right thigh! But only for a second ... and then his long wet tongue licked 
erotically up through her inflamed cuntal crevice, and she gasped out her 
wild delight around Luther's stuffing cock. She tried to spread her knees 
even farther in an effort to open her throbbing pussy slit to him! His long, 
spiraling animal tongue lunged out with a ravaging possessiveness as it had 
that morning, searing through her liquid inner flesh and flicking like a 
tongue of fire at the greedily clasping mouth of her cunt. Again, the 
slaving young wife groaned out her pleasure around the thick fleshy rod she 
was so ardently sucking. God, she was rapturously losing her mind! 

And, in the mirror, the captivated teenage nephew watched open-mouthed as 
his pet Alsatian sniffed and lashed out with whip-like tongue to lap over 
and through the pink slitted flesh of his young aunt's naked pussy-crevice. 
Trooper began to lick from the recessed dimple of her puckering little anus 
down to her open, blood-flushed cunt lips. Even to the base of her dusky 
pubic-curls it reached, penetrating there to flick moistly up against her 
tiny clitoral bud. Like an impassioned animal herself, his Aunt Gayle moaned 
again and again and again around the thick shaft of his cock, while Trooper 
continued the oral assault of her defenseless cuntal crevice. With merciless 
fervency, his long thick tongue splayed through her wetly quivering pussy 
lips to spread her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and 
spasm above the naked teenager. 

Shit, watching through the telescope on the hill was one thing, but being 
jthis close and an actual part of the crazy orgy was something else again! 
Spellbound by her voracious sucking of his agonized cock, Luther watched the 
sleek animal tongue thrust into her glistening, hair-lined flesh, watched it 
flicking at the hotly palpitating little mouth of her cunt, watched it 
ravish her impassioned female genitals. When she groaned in lewd delight, it 
sent mind-boggling vibrations along the length of his almost numbed 
hardness, straight up to his flipping lust-drenched brain! 

Then, in the midst of her erotic intoxication, something new happened that 
the wantonly possessed young wife was not prepared for. She tensed 
reflexively as the powerful dog suddenly stopped his delectable licking and 
his trembling muscular body crowded hotly in behind her naked buttocks! Her 
glazed eyes widened and she jerked her mouth up off her young nephew's 
ceiling-pointed, blood-swollen cock as she became suddenly aware that the 
massive animal behind her was rising up on his hind legs, and that his 
strong forepaws were grasping at the soft smooth flesh of her lewdly 
elevated hips! God almighty! What was happening? He ... he was mounting her 
... actually mounting her, Gayle reasoned with instant apprehension, 
twisting her head to gape back! And ... and he was! What... ? Oh Christ! He 
wanted to fuck her ... just... just as he would a bitch in heat! 

"Luther! What's he ... ? Stop him, Luther! Look what he's doing!" 

"H-Holy shit!" the youth blurted, staring through widened, incredulous eyes 
at the gross sight of Trooper trying to mount her spread-open lushly 
upraised ass-cheeks, the unbelievable phenomenon totally sapping him in its 
unnatural lewdness. "Christ, Aunt Gayle ... he wants to fuck you! Look in 
the mirror! You can see his crazy cock coming out!" 

"Oh ... ooohhh no ... I can't let him ... do that to me!" Gayle half whined, 
half hissed, her desire-blinded mind whirling with the absolute luridness of 
such a debasing act. She continued to tremble from the raging fire his 
lashing dog-tongue had built in her hotly quivering pussy. Then, her dazed, 
eyes saw the reproduction of their wicked, joined position in the 
mirror,"and she groaned in sensuous delight at the salacious spectacle of 
his brute, animal body straddling the spread white moons of her naked 
buttocks. 

Then, she saw it... gaping in awe at his wetly glistening dog-cock 
slithering forward from its furry sheath! It was almost a scarlet color in 
its dripping, tapered hardness, the pointed end waggling menacingly as it 
began to move closer to probe the slippery crevice of her shamelessly 
aroused cunt. She felt his strong animal-body jerk significantly against the 
unresisting soft flesh of her defenseless buttocks, saw his imposing thick 
length of penis trying to invade the hair-lined lips of her upturned vagina! 

Utter fear gripped the obscenely kneeling young wife, but it was a mere 
mental shadow compared to the hungering lust that had taken command of her 
tremulous naked body. She knew she was lost to whatever degrading act was 
necessary to bring relief to her wildly excited loins. She heard Trooper 
whimper and felt his forepaws locking tighter around the tender flesh of her 
curved hips as he thrust forward on his hind legs, desperately trying to 
bury the huge sleek rod of swollen flesh up inside her hotly steaming cunt 
from behind! 

With twisted head, she still saw it all in the mirror, then heard her 
husband's nephew choke out: "Jesus, Aunt Gayle, help him! He's trying to get 
it up into your pussy!" 

Oh God ... ! she inwardly moaned, and with a deep-throated sound of 
undeniable want, suddenly ground her buttocks eagerly back in an attempt to 
capture the dog's long heavy hardness. Yessss! She wanted it! Had to have it 
now ... have his wonderfully thick animal-cock fucking into her shameless 
hungering vagina! God yes! She had to have it beastially probing the depths 
of her cum-thirsting belly, his beautiful brute-penis ravaging her human 
cunt before she went out of her mind with the exotic debasement of the 
thought alone! 

"No! He can't find the hole! Fucking shit! Help him will you!" Luther lewdly 
cried. "You've got to guide it in, Aunt Gayle!" 

She reached down and back then between her widespread thighs, feverishly 
grasping the slippery animal-hardness to part her silken pussy-hair with its 
tip, directing its pulsing head to the hotly quivering mouth of her hungry 
young cunt! Hardly had she let free of it when the massive Alsatian humped 
forward, spearing her upturned vaginal passage open wider and wider as he 
savagely sent the long thickened rod of still growing dog-cock deep up into 
the excited, squirming hole between her trembling thighs! 

"Aaaagghhh!" The guttural groan was ripped right out of her soul! 

As the burning shaft raced up into her with a wet, breathtaking charge of 
fierceness, embedding itself to the hilt in her pleasurefully pain-stretched 
passage, Gayle watched the mirror with-bulging eyes of lustful fascination. 
She had never even fantasied anything so forbiddenly erotic. To be spanked 
perhaps, but never whipped; to be sodomized, but never cruelly hurt; to be 
taken by a group of men at the same time and stuffed full of long hard cock 
at every bodily opening, but never rapingly tormented; yet she had never 
even remotely imagined this fantastic aberration, and now her handsome 
animal-darling's heavy sperm-bloated balls were swinging rhythmically down 
to smack noisily against the backs of her thighs. 

Almost immediately the big dog began a hammer-like pistoning, his thick 
scarlet shaft going in and out of her wide-stretched pussy with body-jolting 
force. 

Gayle felt pain rising up with pleasure and whimpered out a begging whine. 
"Ooohhh ... oh Godddd!" Gayle pathetically wailed, the rounded splendor of 
her blue eyes staring without seeing as her ferally panting animal lover 
started to fuck more determinedly hi deeper lunges up into her submissively 
kneeling body from behind. Her head jarring now from his every savage 
thrust, Gayle wantonly focused her mind on his long tapered hardness 
plunging without mercy up into her tight little cunt as she began to move in 
tempo backwards to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unique 
sensations of depraved wickedness saturated her sex-crazed mind as she I 
humped backward onto the still-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper 
up into her wetly welcoming belly from behind. Fury seemed to propel 
Trooper's huge brute body battering and thudding with loud fleshy smacks 
against her ardently yielding ass-cheeks! The delicious agony of his fierce 
cock was an unrelenting spear of shimmering pleasure burrowing to unreached 
depths up into the hot intimate sanctuary of her stuffed young cunt! And 
with unbridled mewls of passion, she began to lewdly undulate her naked 
buttocks back at the dog, deliberately j grinding her tight cuntal walls 
over the entire burning length of hard animal flesh. 

Wails of masochistic joy gurgled up from her parched throat. "Aauuhhh ... 
oohhh ... yess ... ! Fuck it, y-you big brute darling! Fuck me like a bitch, 
Trooper precious ... no mercy! Oh God ... ram it up into my hot cunt, 
darling ... like - that... ooohhh ... cram my belly full of your wonderful 
cock!" the wantonly writhing wife cried back while her naked young nephew 
looked on from beneath in near iust-blinded torment. 

Luther still gaped with strained eyes at the debauched reflection unfolding 
in the mirror, and his hand once more clutched his perpetual blood-locked 
penis towering from between his widespread legs. In desperation, he had once 
more begun to stroke it, suddenly caught up in an intense fear that it had 
gone too far and too long and that he would never be able to cum ... maybe 
never again ... his poor rigid cock had grown that excruciatingly hard! Yet 
he couldn't tear his eyes from the ruttish sight of Troop's huge scarlet 
penis slithering like a fucking piston up into Aunt Gayle's crazily nibbling 
cunt to its hilt, his bloated dog-balls swinging down beneath the wetly 
drenched curls of her naked, upthrusted loins. And then, the lust-crazed 
blonde suddenly seemed to notice him again, her smoky eyes staring down in 
their wild excitement and sparkling even more, as if she'd just remembered 
he was there! "Oh my young darling, for-for a moment I-I just forgot 
everything else...with his wonderful cock fucking so beautifully up ... way, 
way up into me, baby! But now ... !" Gayle stammered out her lurid words as 
orgiastic passion raged inside her from thd mighty dog's furious fucking 
into her inflamed cunt from behind, and once more she looked hungrily down 
at the teenager's long rigid shafl of thick flesh. While his young hand 
still grasped it, she again slipped her wetly ovalled lips down over his 
pulsing cock-head, swirling her little pink tongue in teasing delight for 
him as her hot. clasping mouth locked around it in a soft, fluid pressure. 
She brushed his clutching hand aside then and smoothed her own down the 
rock-hard length to the velvety flesh at its base- and then below to warmly 
cup his young cum-inflated balls. 

Intending to take no more chances of her stopping or somehow leaving him 
there to go crazy-assed loony, Luther began an urgent upthrusting with his 
naked hips, sliding his lust-thickened hardness in and out of her compressed 
lips with a slick, wet sluicing sound as he held her lovely face between his 
hands. Immediately, she began to suck in earnest. He stared, captivated, by 
the puffing and hollowing of her satiny-skinned cheeks as his ever-swollen 
cock fucked in and out of her warm wet mouth, her beautiful long-haired head 
picking up the rhythm to work up and down on his shaft with an absorbing 
possessiveness. And simultaneously, her entire voluptuous white body 
quivered in naked ripples from the jolting savagery of Troop's long 
animal-cock, fucking up into her from behind to goad her wildly on! 

Mad! Mad! I'm going mad! Gayle dissolutely reasoned at the thought of being 
taken by two unmatchable cocks. The knowledge that both of them were getting 
ready to spew their seething white cum into either end of her naked body 
where it would finally puddle in one belly-filling pool had warped her 
impassioned young mind even more. Abandonedly, she heaved her rotating 
ass-cheeks back hard against the panting Alsatian's furry loins, the teasing 
sensation caused by little wet rivulets of liquid passion dribbling down her 
sensitive inner thighs registering as the tempest in her desire-inflamed 
pussy signaled that her orgasmic bliss was also reaching its peak! 

It was going to happen this time! Jesus, yes! the gasping teenager realized 
frantically to the bubbling inferno churning in the depths of his roaring 
balls. She was going to suck the cum right up out of it the way Toni did, 
because he'd hold her head right there while it shot like a fire-hose into 
her mouth, no matter what they bid to him after! Oh shit! Troop's rampaging 
animal-penis fucking into her cunt from behind was forcing her greedily 
sucking mouth farther down onto his near-shattering hardness until he 
couldn't understand her not choking and gagging on it! The lust-swollen tip 
of his penis was brushing her throat all the way down to her tonsils and 
then some, his wiry pubic-hair touching her little nose every time she 
plunged her voracious mouth down on it! 

Christ, this hot beautiful bitch had become more of an animal than his 
slobbering open-jawed dog obscenely humping his huge raw-looking cock 
between the widespread white globes of her wildly quivering ass-cheeks! Her 
ovalled red lips were locked tightly now around the almost full length of 
his fuming penis, and she was speeding up her incredible sucking action 
until he knew his goddamned balls were going to be drawn right up through 
it! Ooohh. Blinding surges of molten heat were building up in the depths of 
his bloated sac as he watched her sluttishly mishappened face drawing 
ravenously on his wetly glistening pole of his flesh. The muscles in his 
stomach grew more taut and he arched upward off the bed, shoving his wildly 
pulsating shaft even further between the sensational heat of her unrelenting 
vacuuming lips! He watched the pink ridges pulling out from her mouth, 
clinging greedily to it as she pumped her lovely head up and down on his 
cock in a furious rhythm while rotating and throwing her rounded white 
ass-cheeks back at Troop in a mindless frenzy of passion. 

Abruptly, all of Luther's earlier fears vanished and choking sounds rumbled 
gutturally in his young chest. Convulsive spasms tore erotically through his 
loins and abdomen and he cried out, "Oh Christ, Aunt Gayle! Suck ... suck it 
hard I'm cuummiinnggg!" 

His cry wasn't necessary for the naked young wife sucking above him; she 
recognized the indications and was ready the second his jerking young cock 
exploded to gush forth its raging jet-like streams of pungent sperm! It 
deluged her mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat, making her 
cheeks bloat and contract to her greedy swallowing as she took it down into 
her hungering belly in thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the 
ecstatically spasming cock so as not to lose a nectarous drop! As his virile 
young balls continued to empty their hot, milk-white cum up into her mouth 
and throat, his big boyish hands clutched at her head, pulling her lovely 
face harder down onto his wildly ejaculating penis! 

The nearly forgotten exhilaration of having a man down in her mouth was 
beyond the wildest of Gayle's memories, and the moment her eager little 
tongue had bathed in its hot liquid bliss, her taste buds were fired by its 
thrilling piquancy and her own orgasm swept breathtakingly over her! In 
passionate response, she thrust her quiveringly grinding ass-cheeks back 
harder at her heavily panting Alsatian lover, madly craving the full extent 
of his expanding dog cock charging up into her raging cunt! Not a tendon of 
muscle of her nakedly kneeling body escaped the rapturous seizure, for her 
orgasm had burst like a star-shell deep down in the intimate depths of her 
spasming loins and belly! Her overjoyed brain floated in its sensual heaven 
as she continued to suck and gulp eagerly at the softening boy cock beneath 
her, while her voracious cunt clenched and opened like a second gluttonous 
mouth back between her widespread thighs and nakedly grinding ass-cheeks! 

"She felt her climatically jerking buttocks tense and relax again and again, 
until suddenly an unprecedented sensation of ultra ecstasy claimed and raced 
through her like a powerfully charged current, and she cried out 
uncontrollably as her quaking young body-erupted in a never-before, follow 
up super-climax! Space, time, motion, nothing existed except the fantastic 
web her orgasm erotically spun around her! Over and over the jagged shocks 
of electrified rapture caused her to twitch and spasm to the earth-shaking 
sensations unleashed in the frenzied upheaval of her wildly throbbing cunt! 

Then, Trooper humped forward faster and faster as the big dog began 
squirting his steaming vat of unending animal-sperm far up into the secret 
folds of her intricate belly. And again she came, wailing and clawing at the 
bed covers like some feline animal as she mindlessly slammed her naked 
ass-cheeks back onto Trooper's hotly squirting cock! 

 Chapter Eight 

Ted Haviland got off the plane in Chicago and actually toured the terminal 
three times before deciding he should definitely go to the home office. He 
then had three straight shots of Chivas Regal with water, followed by a cup 
of strong coffee before stuffing his bags in a locker and walking out to 
catch a cab. He'd make an appearance; that's all. Good Christ, he couldn't 
sit around and listen to a bunch of shit for a week with what he had tearing 
up his mind. They could fire him if they wanted; he didn't give a fuck-! His 
whole goddamned life and sanity were at stake! 

And the sickening part of it all was, he still didn't know what he was ever 
going to do! His meeting with Vickie had certainly done an ass-over-tea 
kettle back-flip! Instead of reaching her with all of the planned bullshit 
he'd rehearsed, she'd effortlessly, drawn him right down between her 
beautiful legs where he'd wanted to be, caressingly draining the fucking 
spinal juices from him with her love ... and worse, he knew it would happen 
again when and if he walked in to face her! Jesus Christ, he was batty over 
that girl! 

And he loved Gayle! He couldn't anymore break it up between that sweet doll 
and himself than he had with Vickie! So what in Christ's name was he going 
to do? For sure, he couldn't go on this way ... couldn't afford it in the 
first place, and couldn't stand it in the second! He had to give up one of 
them, but which one? Christ, it was going to be sticky enough when the loser 
found out, say nothing of the way he himself, was going to feel! Oh sweet 
Jesus! The idea of a company meeting made him want to retch. Maybe, if he 
called Burton and made up a story. He'd come down with the flu on the plane! 
He was in Chicago, but he should go right back the way he felt. He didn't 
want to wind up in any hospital here. Burton wasn't a bad egg ... he'd 
understand. "Jesus, Mr. Burton, I'm sicker than a dog and I know it's flu. I 
don't want to cause any problems for you, but I'm susceptible to this brutal 
bug in a bad way. It knocks me out for a couple of weeks. You know ... a guy 
wants to be with his wife ... ! 

At nine-thirty in the morning, Vickie Cramer Haviland rang the front door 
chimes of 17360 Arroya Way in Canyon Hills, Oregon. She had taken an early 
flight, the restless anger inside her tall, shapely body giving her no 
peace. On the plane, she had only drunk coffee and smoked cigarettes, cigars 
being forbidden. Venom steeped her tongue. She hoped she would like this 
other wife of Ted Haviland she was about to unload on, but if she didn't 
that would make it much easier. Hate would be more practical under the 
circumstances. 

The door opened to reveal a girl with sparkling azure-blue eyes, vivacious 
young face and a clouded figure behind the yellow wrapper. Momentarily, 
Vickie studied her. Then: 

"Gayle Haviland?" 

"Yes..." 

Vickie smiled. "Are you his sister? sister-in-law? cousin, maybe? Not his 
mother for sure ... I'm talking about Ted ... Ted Haviland." 

"Ted? Yes... he's my husband," Gayle readily answered with puzzled 
expression. 

"I was afraid of that," Vickie replied. "Well... I'm Vickie Haviland ... and 
I think we have something in common, darling ... a husband named Ted! It... 
he might even be the same man. M-May I come in ... ?" 

Gayle's wits were not at their keenest as she stood there staring at the 
statuesque, beautiful young woman so chicly dressed and decorating her 
doorway. Her own young mind had known a taxing torment since awakening early 
that morning, accompanied by a physical lameness and certain little bruises 
telltaling the obscene orgy she had silently prayed was one of her dreamed, 
lewd fantasies. But it hadn't been, and neither was the stunning 
raven-haired girl who wore the briefest of mini-skirts and below the knee 
matching fuchsia suede boots as if the outfit had been designed with only 
her in mind. 

Confused by the other's almost casual personal questions and ridiculous 
declaration concerning her husband, Gayle continued to stare at her, making 
no effort to let her in. Finally, she said: "I beg your pardon? Are you sure 
you have the right house, Miss ... ?" 

"Well... unless there are more Gayle and Ted Haviland's living along this 
plush drag, I'd venture a guess that I do have the right place," Vickie 
replied drily, then reached into the stylish fuchsia bag hanging from her 
shoulder to extract the damning envelope. She held it out to Gayle. "You 
might see if this is familiar to you ... then we'll go from there." 

The fawn-haired young wife, her confusion growing, accepted the offered 
letter hesitantly, almost as if it might possibly explode when she touched 
it. Her discerning eyes lingered on the long-lashed dark ones of her caller, 
but were unable to read anything in their scintilating beauty. An 
apprehensive, sinking sensation caught at the base of Gayle's soft belly as 
she recognized her own handwriting and the very letter she had written to 
Alice Sturges ... but that was weeks ago ... and she'd given it to Ted to 
mail when he'd left for his Las Vegas meeting! 

"H-How did you get this?" Gayle questioned suddenly, noting that it bore no 
post mark, yet it had been opened! 

"You do recognize it then?" 

"Of course I do ... I wrote this letter! But it was obviously never mailed, 
and yet it's been opened! I-I demand to know where you got it!" Gayle 
insisted, unable now to hide the fearful little quivers in her tone as the 
nearly nauseating void expanded inside her. 

"I think we better have a bit of privacy to discuss this, Mrs. ah... 
Haviland. It begins to get tacky in the juicier parts I'm afraid," Vickie 
replied with a sigh. "May ... may I come in now ... ?" 

Gayle had begun to tremble visibly in her mounting inner fear of what was 
about to unfold, but she managed to retain outward composure and stepped to 
one side, drawing the door open wider. "Please ... I'm sorry ... do come in, 
Mrs ... ?" 

Vickie did, her answering smile humorless. "Haviland, dear, like yours," she 
said, taking a quick glance around the luxuriously furnished living room. 
"But for the sake of confusion, why don't you call me Vickie, and I'll use 
your first name ... Gayle. It's a pretty name. I've always liked it. Are ... 
are we alone here?" 

"A-At the moment. My husband ... Ted's nephew is" staying with me, but he's 
up in the hills behind the house with his dog," the dreading younger woman 
answered, pointing toward a chair and slowly lowering onto the edge of 
another. "Now ... please ... please tell me ... V-Vickie. W-What is this all 
about...?" 

Again Vickie sighed as she crossed her long legs to Gayle's appraising, 
uneasy gaze. She began slowly and from the beginning, deciding to make it 
gentle as possible, her first impressions of the sandy-haired young woman 
even more warming than she might have expected. Gayle's youthful, peaches 
and cream type of beauty struck Vickie as being almost innocently virginal, 
and she couldn't help but wonder how those little shell-like ears were going 
to react to the sordid mess she was starting to relate. 

From the onset of the horrifying story with all its shocking details to the 
bitter end, Gayle sat in what she knew was portrayed stupification, while 
within her stunned brain reeled, her sickened mind mentally reacting with 
"Oh no... no!" and "Dear God, nooo!" Still the throaty voice softly 
continued, effortlessly tearing her secure little world asunder, while 
simultaneously letting her know with unintentional loud swallows the pain 
that she, too, had been and still was suffering. 

Somewhere along the way, as Vickie went on revealing the shamefully cruel 
deceit with which Ted had knowingly beguiled them both, Gayle sensed an 
underlying bond drawing her closer to the alluring, softly speaking beauty 
who shared her heartbreaking disgrace, just as she had shared his name and 
bed. And at the same time, the curvaceous, stunned girl couldn't rid herself 
of the sudden conclusion that she was being punished for her own secret 
obscene fantasies, and even yesterday's actual debaucheries. That was when 
she broke down and cried. 

For awhile, Vickie remained silent and unmoving to the other's weeping, not 
that she wasn't sympathetic with the mental anguish Gayle was suffering, for 
she felt those burning tears and wracking little sobs almost as strongly as 
she had her own when she'd first discovered the truth. But there were times 
when only a good cry could vent wretched misery for a woman, and this, she 
felt, was certainly one of them. 

Finally, Gayle raised her head, brushing at her tear-dampened eyes with 
slender fingers. "I-I'm sorry, Vickie ... but I-I assume you understand," 
she sniffed, trying desperately to regain control of her emotions. 

"To the fullest, dear, believe me," Vickie answered with a compassionate, 
warm smile as she once more reached into her bag, this time bringing out 
several facial tissues. "Here, hon," she said, easing gracefully to her feet 
and taking a step toward Gayle. "Tidy up that cute little nose and go rinse 
your eyes with some cold water. Then, when you come back we can chat about 
the future over some coffee and booze, maybe, huh?" 

As utterly miserable as she felt, Gayle couldn't help but return the taller, 
ravishing brunette's gentle smile. Something about her self-assurance seemed 
to strengthen the younger wife's confidence, and at the electrifying touch 
of their hands and when she took the offered tissues, that bit of faith grew 
impulsively stronger, as if somehow Vickie Cramer... Haviland was going to 
make it all right again! 

Gayle straightened to stand. "I-I'll only be a minute, Vickie. I want to 
slip into some slacks or something. Please ... make yourself at home. 
There's hot coffee in the kitchen and liquor in the cupboard..." 

"I'd rather wait for you, dear, if you don't mind," Vickie said, sitting 
back down. "Take your time. I've got no schedules to keep. My husband's in 
Chicago for a week." 

Though meant as a self-addressed quip, Vickie had forgotten how her hostess 
might take it and was immediately sorry and enraged with her own big mouth 
when she saw the other's blue eyes swimming in new puddles of moisture. Once 
more, she was on her feet to gently clasp Gayle's soft upper arms in a 
buoying up embrace. 

"I-It's all right, Vickie. I'm not going ... going to bawl again," Gayle 
sniveled. 

"I'm sorry, hon. That was kind of a left handed remark to make ... but 
honestly it was home-directed," the shapely wife number-two apologized. "I-I 
guess I've had a little more time to callous in the past twenty-four hours 
than you. Forgive me?" 

"Of course ... and come on, let's go to the kitchen," Gayle said, smiling 
bravely as she caught the other's hand inside her own. "I can use some of 
that coffee and booze before I do another damned thing!" 

They did, with Vickie's admiration and respect for her fetching young 
counterpart's unexpected mettle rapidly growing. She slipped into one side 
of the breakfast lounge, glancing around the attractive, well appointed 
kitchen and wondering if her Teddybear had ever entertained such ideas of 
luxury for her. Probably not, the bastard! She doubted that he'd even 
recognize her unless she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs ... 

"What do you like to spike it?" Gayle asked, setting two steaming cups onto 
the booth-top. 

"Big bourbon if you have it, hon ... Old Grandad ... ?" 

"Unh unh. Brandy, Chivas Scotch, some good gin and ..." 

"Brandy ... and a whole bunch of it. I need it if you don't mind." 

"We both need it," Gayle answered quickly. "You to replace the energy you've 
burned in getting up here ... and me to help develope those callouses you've 
already started." 

Vickie said nothing as she watched the long haired girl move away with an 
unhidable, voluptuous grace that suggested perfectly balanced contours of 
body, although they were undiscernible beneath the shapeless wrapper, with 
the exception of her full, rounded young breasts. Yeah, sweet-face Teddybear 
sure knew how to pick them ... the sonovabitch ... 

"There, the coffee-pot and the booze bottle," Gayle said, setting them on 
the table and slipping in on the opposite side to uncork the brandy bottle 
and pour sizeable measures into both their coffess while Vickie went back 
into her shoulder bag resting beside her. 

"Hope you won't mind a little idiosyncrasy of mine," she said, bringing out 
a long, thick cigar. "Since I was a little girl in West Virginia I've smoked 
these things. Oh, they weren't quite this expensive in those days, but I 
guess I enjoyed them as much. You mind?" 

"Of course not," Gayle replied, but nevertheless jarred by the sight of such 
a dazzling feminine face with its lovely lip-glossed mouth bizzarely 
contorted by a nearly black cigar. She watched her nip the end off with her 
even white teeth, do away with it in the ashtray, then puff the huge thing 
with indulged skill into not unpleasant smelling fire and smoke. 

Vickie smiled. "Fascinates you doesn't it, hon, a woman smoking cigars?" 

"I suppose ... but I guess this is my day for surprises," Gayle answered, 
sipping at her potent coffee and trying desperately not to slide back-into 
morbidity. 

Vickie read the symptoms and followed up with: "This is Cuban grown, the 
best tobacco available. I carry with me some smaller, extra-special dolls of 
Cuban quality a very nice gun-runner gave me in Las Vegas. You might enjoy 
one later, Gayle honey, when you're feeling more yourself." 

"Perhaps," the blonde young wife replied, forcing her smile, her tormented 
thoughts rapidly overwhelming her once more. She picked up her cup and 
gulped away a large portion of its too-hot contents. 

"Easy, hon," Vickie half-whispered, her soft smooth hand covering Gayle's on 
the booth-top in reassuring warmth. "We're both going to make it, darling 
... and I think in grand style now that I've met you. No kidding, I was 
worried coming up here ... wondering what wife number one was going to be 
like, and if I could reach her even if I wanted to. Believe me, doll, you're 
beyond anything I could have hoped for ... and twice as lovely. Our mutual 
husband may have dealt us a rotten hand, but let's be fair with him as well 
as ourselves. We don't know why he did it, though that doesn't alter the 
fact that he did, and here we are looking across the table at one another, a 
couple of wives sharing a singular husband in a country where that isn't 
considered kosher." 

"H-He's a bigamist!" Gayle couldn't resist exclaiming, the accusing term 
hanging on her little tongue with the taste of poison. 

"Oh shit, hon ... ! Excuse the expression, but I've had scrumptious dinners 
following cocktails with so-called celebrities, then gone to bed for a wild 
night of loving with men whom I knew were outright murderers! And believe it 
or not, their... his criminal traits never took a tiny delight from the 
cocktails, nor a minute savor from the dinner ... say nothing of the exotic 
bedroom entertainment a man like that can sometimes overwhelm a girl with!" 

"Vickie! My God! I-I've never heard anyone admit such things! Now ... you 
forgive me if I sound naive and home-spun. But... but the world you're 
talking about is way beyond anything I know, while Ted... God! Ted is ... 
well, he's my whole life! Yes! And he has been for two years ... ! 

"Your life... or your security, baby? Now don't get up-tight with me," 
Vickie said. "Just consider what I've said and mull it over deeply. Have you 
been a real wife to him ... like in bed maybe ... all the way? Think about 
it, hon. because when he came to me the pair of you had these two-years 
already behind you. And don't misunderstand, Vickie's not putting you down 
or giving him license for what he did to us! But there had to be underlying 
reasons, and in all fairness I don't believe they were those of a handsome 
young guy with a warped brain. Not our Ted, darling. No. He just stuck his 
head down too far in the barrel and has fallen in ... but just you and I 
know that." 

Gayle could only stare at her. She'd said so much, and all of it, every word 
ringing with truth ... philosophical truth! God! She didn't know about those 
things ... about anything but the sheltering web she'd spun around herself 
and the obscene secret portions of it that she'd played in ... But it was no 
longer secret! Luther knew! God yes, he more than knew! He'd been a part of 
her wantonly insane lust along with Trooper ... yet, this morning he'd come 
out of his room smiling and calling her Aunt Gayle, as if none of it had 
ever happened! 

"If it's okay, Aunt Gayle, Troop and I are going to explore those hills back 
there?" 

"Yes ... of course, Luther, but be careful..." 

"Oh, we will, Ma'am! And I want to let Troop run and play. He loves it when 
he gets out in open country." 

"Just be careful." 

"You bet. Anyway, I'll come back early. I want to go through a few chess 
moves before we leave for Portland." 

"What time is that?" 

"I have to be there at three I guess." 

"Well, come back early for lunch." 

"I will... I will... !" 

But even though the thoughtful teenager had gone out of his way to spare her 
any embarrassment, the fact remained that her irrepressible sensuality had 
reached beyond the fantasy world this time and another person shared her 
lewdly intimate, dark secret! And now had come this incredible nightmare 
that the beautiful, cigar-smoking woman across from her had exposed to 
finally rip her protective, comfortable web to tatters! God, was it 
punishment? Ooohhhhh ... what was going to happen to her? 

"Vickie ... ! What're we going to do?" Gayle gasped out abruptly, reaching 
across the table to clutch at the other's reassuring warm hand. "W-We can't 
just sit here, drinking to drown our sorrows like a couple of has-beens ... 
!" 

"The first thing we don't do is panic," Vickie interrupted with a pressured 
little squeeze of her hand. "And for the record, this gal never consumes 
booze to smother her problems, hon. She guzzles it because she likes it... 
another trait she cultivated in childhood." 

"Oh, I'm sorry again, Vickie," Gayle said, dropping her eyes apologetically. 
"But... but... " 

"I know, baby, and don't worry, we're going to do plenty. Like I said 
before, I've had a little more time than you to hash and rehash this lousy 
mess, and ... well, the more I've gone over it and weighed the facts the 
brighter the picture becomes." 

"Brighter? God... how can you say that... ?" 

Vickie held up her hand in the manner of a traffic policeman. "Hold it, 
darling! Let's just listen to Vickie for a moment. The alternatives are 
these: an annulment on my part; certainly no court would give me any problem 
there, but... that would expose our husband for the bigamist that he is, and 
quite frankly, Gayle, I don't want him prosecuted, or get him fouled up with 
the law. Alternative number two: you could divorce him. The grounds are 
obvious, but the results for him would be the same in respect to the law. 
Now, I can see right off in those frantic blue eyes of yours that the 
thought of you divorcing Ted Haviland strikes you with inconceivable agony 
... because you really do love him regardless ... right?" 

"Oohhh ... yes, Vickie. God yes, I do love him, the sonovabitch!" the 
distraught young wife replied, her anger mounting. 

"Exactly my sentiments, darling. I, too, love the goddamned bastard!" the 
blazing, dark-eyed second wife-bitterly exclaimed. "So, there's only one 
charted course we can take from there!" 

"Wh ... you mean ... ?" 

The long, raven-haired second wife nodded slowly. "We share him, Gayle, and 
I don't believe you'll find that too distasteful once the initial shock of 
the idea has worn off. The fringe benefits alone are enough to make your red 
corpuscles stand up and nudge one another, that is if you're all the 
sensuous gal I think you are. But don't try to swallow it in one big gulp. 
We have a few days to banter it back and forth before the lord and master 
gets back from Chicago. I'm staying at the Canyon Inn downtown, and we can 
get together as often as you like ..." 

"Downtown? I'll call and have your bags sent out here!" Gayle said, getting 
immediately to her feet. "You're staying right here with me, Vickie, until 
Ted comes back ..." 

"Oh Gayle, I don't want to put you out... " 

"Put me out? Don't be ridiculous! Besides, you ... you have as much right 
here now as I do," Gayle said, taking the other girl's hand inside her own 
once more. "And ... and I need you with me, Vickie ... I really do." 

The exquisite showgirl beauty swallowed at the sudden tiny lump in her 
throat at her counterpart's almost whispering words and warm pressuring 
hand. Finally, she said: "I think we both need each other very, very much, 
Gayle darling." 

 Chapter Nine 

Luther moved closer to the house and pressed his ear to the exhaust vent 
while Trooper watched him with cocked head. Now, he could almost hear their 
every word and he held his breath to better listen, careful not to let his 
telescope rap against the brick wall and give his presence away. 

He'd caught sight of the tall, beautiful chick in Gayle's kitchen while 
fixing his telescope on the different windows of the house, hoping to beam 
in on another lewd scene of his voluptuous aunt who had actually 
super-sucked his screaming cock the night before. Maybe he could catch her 
engaged in some new sexy play or something of that order. Instead, he'd 
caught her crying, and then both women were drinking from a bottle on the 
table and holding hands, for Chrissakes. And on top of that, the luscious 
brunette, whoever she might be, was smoking a fucking cigar! 

Shit, he had to know what it was all about... and some ten-minutes later, he 
did... at least enough to make his eyes bug. They were talking about Uncle 
Ted, he learned finally, and calling him sonovabitch and bastard! 

Then, all the crap about annulment and divorce, spiced by that one accusing 
word bigamist, was enough to rattle his balls! Good old Uncle Ted was 
married to both of them at the same time Holy Christ! He didn't know how 
that was going to affect one Luther Robbins, but it seemed that he should 
profit some how from a juicy situation like this, and there was really only 
one way that tickled his lusty young fancy. He liked to watch Aunt Gayle 
sucking on the business end of his long hard cock and swallowing his hot cum 
when he shot it up into her pretty mouth, but even more now he wanted to 
fuck it right up into that hot little hole up between her gorgeous legs! 
Except, and he didn't think he was going to dig that exception, wife number 
two whom he learned was named Vickie, planned to move in until Uncle Ted 
came home ... and goddamnit. that could cramp hell out of any future games 
He shrugged, then decided to go in right now and see what transpired. 

Vickie smiled, offering the teenager a pleasant "how do you do, Luther" when 
Gayle introduced her as Miss Cramer, an agreement they had come to as being 
more proper for the boy's sake. He was a homely and clumsy appearing youth, 
she appraised, with no trace of Ted's physical attractiveness about him, 
though Gayle had said he was quite intelligent and extremely likable: Well, 
each to his own taste but for her money, Vickie decided, she'd take the dog. 
He was a handsome brute of an animal and from the beginning seemed to shine 
up to her. In fact, he'd walked right over and put his big head on her lap, 
resting it in the snug little valley her joined thighs made beneath the 
short skirt, while she'd smilingly petted it. 

"Well now, you're an easy guy to know," she said down at the beautiful dog, 
stroking his huge furry head, then smiling up at Gayle who was standing 
beside her gawky nephew. Gently then, she pressed the animal back and gained 
her own feet. "I think what I better do, dear, is run back to the Inn. I 
left some of my things lying around the room. I'll pack them and come back 
out in a cab." 

"All right, b-but you will come back?" Gayle questioned. 

"Of course, hon, but probably not until after lunch. You two have to get 
ready for your trip into Portland anyway. I should be back before you leave 
though," Vickie said. "I'll just catch a bite at the Inn." 

"Well... if that's what you want," Gayle said. "But there's certainly plenty 
of food here, Vickie." 

"No, I'd rather do it my way, dear," the taller brunette said walking toward 
the living room and front door. "Then, we'll all have dinner together 
tonight. Okay?" 

"Fine," Gayle replied, accepting the others offered hand and gentle warm 
squeeze as she went out the door. Yes ... yes, she was thinking as she 
watched Vickie's voluptuous curves quiver provocatively to her practiced 
showgirl stride, they really did need each other. And then the dark-haired 
beauty climbed into the car she'd rented, showing an ample display of nylon 
covered, full rounded thigh, followed by a little wave before she drove off. 
And those fringe benefits ... ? Just exactly what had she meant by that... ? 
Unaccountably she shivered, and then was amazed to realize that it was a 
shiver of anticipation ... 

Vickie was mellowly tight, but she knew it would take an expert to detect 
it. She'd always carried her booze well. That sweet, bald-headed little 
bartender; he'd really gone all out in his attempts to get cozy, and she had 
delighted in the teasing game, drinking every one of the half-dozen martinis 
he'd set up for her consumption before tripping off to a luncheon she'd only 
picked at. Anyway, Gayle hadn't seemed to notice the half-drunkenness before 
she'd left, and Vickie doubted that Luther had that much intelligence. The 
poor ugly gook left her cold, while his beautiful dog was having a much 
pleasanter effect on her, but then she'd always had a way with animals ... 
such as teddybears, hadn't she. 

Well,- Gayle had said to make herself at home, and she intended to do just 
that, Vickie mused as she poured herself some Chivas over the rocks in the 
kitchen with Trooper standing close beside her. No" use moping around with 
up-tight thoughts of sweet-face driving her into one rage after another. 
Better that she drink his goddamned Scotch and think about all the goodies 
that were going to come out of this after all... and they might be even more 
exciting than she'd first imagined. God, that lovely sandy-haired creature 
had looked like a living doll in her summery mini skirt and blouse. Enviable 
calves and thighs... all of her, perfectly rounded hips and buttocks just as 
she'd mentally pictured her young body earlier... enough to give a lusty 
girl like herself the tingles even if she wasn't sensually edgy. 

Booze had a way of doing that to her with its potent stimulant seeming to 
divide its fiery reactions between her head and susceptible loins, hardly 
ever affecting her tongue or the way she carried herself... just her 
resistance capacity and the hot little glow which invariably began to 
smolder in her lower tummy and up there between her legs ... 

"Hey!" Vickie exclaimed with a start, twisting around at the counter where 
she stood pouring herself another drink to see the powerful Alsatian dog 
take a sudden step backwards and look up at her open-jawed, as if he were 
grinning. God, had she imagined it, or had she felt the pressure of his cold 
wet nose right through her nylon panti-hose against her inner thigh? But she 
couldn't have imagined that! There were certain places on a girl when 
touched that she could never be mistaken about. Vickie reasoned, reaching 
down behind and under her short skirt to feel of the spot. It was wet! "Well 
now ... what gives with you, handsome?" she said, a httle shiver of 
excitement rippling over her. "I'll buy your get-acquainted-quick-approach, 
doll, but after all there're some things you just don't do to a lady on just 
first-name association." 

She couldn't help but smile down at the massive animal whose big brown eyes 
were focused on her unwaveringly, and then he whimpered as if trying to 
impart some specific meaning to her. She bent down and petted the crown of 
his head and he whined once more, moving close to rub his muscular body 
against the front of her thighs. 

"What is it, playboy? Tell Vickie what's eating at you?" she baby-voiced 
him, feeling the heat of his mighty body radiated against the sensitive 
flesh of her nylon encased thighs, and feeling the heat spreading up to her 
already dully throbbing loins. Damn, she thought, this would never do right 
in the middle of the day. and with not even her bald-headed httle bartender 
around. "Look, you better run along and do your thing, whatever that is, Mr. 
Trooper. Vickie feels the need of a cold shower coming on ... and experience 
tells her that she better not wait too long." 

And she didn't, only long enough to drain her glass, drop in a pair of fresh 
ice cubes and drown them in Scotch. She was surprised though and laughing 
lightly when Trooper followed her to the bedroom with adjoining bath where 
Gayle and Luther had helped carry her things. 

"Okay, stick-tight," the ravern-haired young woman continued to smile down 
at the dog, closing the door behind him. "If it's a strip show you want then 
you're in the right room." Another roused tremor fluttered over Vickie's 
voluptuous body at her own words as she began to unbutton her blouse. "Now 
if you just had two legs instead of four, and a pair of nice strong arms to 
hold me with, darling, I'll bet you and I could spark some hot friction in 
jig-time. Yes'm, we sure could, handsome, because httle old Vickie feels all 
sorts of wild storm clouds gathering right up there between her tingly legs 
where it gets mighty feverishly wet sometimes ... like right now. Ooo ... 
crazy booze! Honey-lamb, I sure enough need that simmering down cold shower 
... !" 

With eyes and ears keenly alert, Trooper sat back on his haunches watching 
this pleasing newcomer with the' long, shining night-hair stripping away the 
things that hid her natural body. The stirring sight brought to his 
animal-mind vivid mental pictures of the time before, knowing that this one 
called Vickie - like Gayle - would be softly rounded and the color of rich 
creamy milk to him. She no longer looked or spoke down at him in her gentle 
tone as he watched her make herself naked. Then, her human female body was 
finally exposed in its entirity and he began to quietly pant. With fixed 
eyes, he watched the full roundness of her smooth curves quiver and dance to 
her movements, the hidden pleasures he knew they contained rousing the 
familiar heaviness in his responding, agitated animal loins. With a 
slavering tongue, he licked at his jaws, instinctively staring on the dark 
curly ringlets of hair shadowing the slender pink crevice up between her 
long smooth legs... until he moved forward as if she had beckoned him. 

Vickie hardly noticed the massive Alsatian's approach. She was half-turned 
and folding her skirt as she had her blouse, wondering whether to return 
them to her suitcase or lay them temporarily in a drawer. And then, she once 
more felt the shock of his wet nose coolly brushing high against the front 
of her inner thigh! 

"God!" she gasped out at the unexpected contact, falling backwards a step. 
Wide-eyed, the astonished naked girl experienced a belated tremor of 
undeniable sensuous excitement, the effects of it immediately growing when 
she saw him following up his initial approach. "Wh ... what've you got in 
mind, lover?" she hissed down at him lewdly, holding her ground and waiting 
to see, but hardly believing it when once more his chilling, damp nose began 
to brush upward along the tensed flesh of her soft inner thigh, and further 
... until he was actually sniffing at her wetly simmering pussy! 

The., powerful dog whimpered at the same time that Vickie gasped: "Go ahead 
if you dare! Go on ... lick it, big fellow!" And simultaneously, she was 
widening the stance of her feet to open her dancer's thighs farther for him, 
while obscenely, she thrust her smooth fleshy buttocks and hips slightly 
forward to goad him on the more! 

The animal didn't disappoint her and Vickie actually saw it happen that 
first time, her knees nearly buckling from the sensuously enervating shock! 
His long, pink dog-tongue spurted out with the fire of a flame-thrower, 
reaching back between her opened thighs to the sensitive under-cleft of her 
ass-cheeks, then grazed forward through the silky hair to lave the whole of 
her quivering cunt lips in a sweeping lick that took him half-way to her 
navel, and she moaned without shame beneath the bestial enthrallment. 

"Oh damn!" she exclaimed when he did it again. Her legs beginning to tremble 
uncontrollably, the voluptuous brunette sank weakly back onto the edge of 
the bed and sat there, gaping at his eager persistence. He was trying to 
wedge his beautiful head between her partially spread legs, his mouth open 
and tongue lashing out serpent-like! Suddenly, he growled as her hands tried 
to hold back his animal face, almost frightening her as might a rapist 
attacking with the insistence of a twisted mind. But she was no victim! And 
she didn't want him to stop ... not really ... if he ... he would do it! 
"All right! Come up here!" Vickie whispered to him, slithering back up onto 
the bed and spreading her smooth white thighs wide to entice him. "Come on, 
goddamnit! You want to lick my pussy, you handsome brute? Well do it! Come 
on! Come on! Oh God, Trooper, please come and do it... !" 

Before they got beyond downtown Canyon Hills, Gayle had already decided. She 
talked briefly with Luther about it and he didn't seem to mind. 

"The bus will have you there an hour or so early, dear," she said, avoiding 
his expression. "H wouldn't even suggest such a thing, Luther, but I just 
don't feel well." 

"That's okay, Aunt Gayle. I don't mind the bus," the teenager lied. "If you 
don't feel up to it, go back home." Whatever she was pulling, it was a 
frigging, lie, he thought. But he didn't know that he blamed her, not with 
the problem she had with his multi-marrying Uncle. Shit, he could handle it 
all right anyway. All he wanted was the loot for college, the hell with 
whether he won or lost. In fact, if he lost he'd be better off and wouldn't 
have to make this run again. 

Hell, there was plenty of time for him to show his chess prowess ... ' 

"Here's the bus station, darling. Are you sure you don't mind?" 

"Of course not. I'll catch a cab from the terminal to the hotel." 

"Do you have money?" 

"Enough. Don't worry about me, Aunt Gayle. You just go back home and rest 
until you feel better." 

"A-all right, Luther, and... and I'll be waiting for you to come home." 

"Really?" 

"Of course, goose... now go on with you ... !" 

The lustful extent of her mounting passion registered with Vickie as she lay 
there lewdly on her back with firm quivering thighs spread lewdly apart in 
invitation, and her finger tips tracing upward over her flattened stomach to 
the swollen mounds of her lushly ripened breasts. They reached and teased at 
her small waxen nipples raised into marblish hardness as her searching eyes 
glowed hotly at the dog's fierce beauty standing over her! 

There was little time to wonder what would happen next, for he- dropped that 
handsome head and began to lick out hotly once more, his long, wet tongue 
searing over her desire-tautened belly's quavering flesh! She heard her own 
breathtaking gasp of delight when he did it again and again, then began to 
work higher up her trembling nakedness, until finally he was tongue-bathing 
the tender silk-like undersides of her rising and falling breasts, washing 
up over them to lick at their straining, little nipples! And then, he was 
tonguing her face... her lips ... actually kissing her, she wildly reasoned! 
"God!" was all the overwhelmed, liquor-mellowed new bride could manage as 
she lay there in her voluptuously exposed nakedness beneath the aggressive 
brute's seething tongue. Her excited tummy and ever-sensuous loins had 
kindled quickly into a central glow of thrilling lust. Wildly, she thought 
of porno books she'd read and of a stag film she'd watched at a party in 
Vegas where a girl was being fucked by a dog. All of them had feverishly 
aroused her at the time, but she'd never even remotely thought of 
experimenting with bestiality, and now as she lay there watching the 
beautiful animal licking downward away from her fire-filled breasts, she 
couldn't help but wonder what she had been missing! 

She gaped at him with raised head as he backed down between her long opened 
legs and she luridly spread them wider apart for him, her breathing ragged 
when he lowered his furry face closer to her hotly seeping vaginal split! 
Damn, he was! He had to! His hot animal-breath taunted the curled black 
silky ringlets covering her there! Still, he only sniffed and brushed the 
coldness of his moist nose against her now fervidly sensitized inner thighs 
and along her flushed pussy's blood-swollen lips! 

"Oh God! Stop your teasing, you four-legged darling! Do it if you're going 
to ... or maybe you like a little more salacity in your lovemaking!" Vickie 
urged impassionedly, raising her legs to draw her rounded full thighs back 
obscenely, until her yielding ripe breasts were flattening beneath them. 

Vickie heard his whimper then as she shamelessly stared and sensed the 
contact once more of his hot abrasive tongue with her fleshy, hair-lined 
cuntal lips! She squirmed impulsively under its fluid heat, feeling it 
moving downward until it was avidly licking through the smooth crevice 
between her lewdly upturned ass-cheeks. Her heart thundered in her chest, 
the blood racing fiercely through her veins, and she wanted to shriek when 
that tongue began to lick at her puckered little anus, the hot tip wriggling 
against the tightly clasped opening. 

Her gasps were her only commentary to the erotic thrills filling her at his 
tongue's delicious obscenity. They came with her every breath as he played 
there, licking and teasing at her vulnerably exposed oval mouth until she 
was ready to squeal for mercy; then at last his tongue tip was burning a 
path of wetness upward once more toward her moistly smoldering cuntal slit! 
A wild ungovernable passion charged over her sizzling nerve-ends as he 
licked upward along the pink glistening crevice while she watched, then over 
the entire mound of her seething young cunt! 

The incredible tongue gradually penetrated like a sawing, fleshy blade, 
splaying open her blood-filled vaginal lips to finally reach her erectly 
quivering clitoris! On and on it continued to butterfly her wetly pulsating 
cunt's inner flesh while she stared down between her drawn back thighs in a 
feverish building lust... and then the fiery pink tongue suddenly spurted in 
a maddening curl deep up into the receptive hot sheath of her moistly 
hungering pussy channel! "Ooooohhhh ... oh damn!" she moaned, convulsing 
beneath his oral caresses as her lust-glazed eyes gaped down at the 
delectably forbidden spectacle going on between her thighs. 

The salacious sight was nearly enough to bring her instantly to climax, 
Vickie realized, gasping at the intense sensations his long, slavering 
tongue was generating through her sensually aroused body. Time and again the 
dog's tongue licked with merciless greed through her wide-split pussy flesh, 
never forgetting to teasingly flick at her jerking clitoral bud. 

It happened then the first 'time, the gasping young second-wife losing all 
sense of relativity as her orgasm struck with a cataclysmic force, exploding 
deeply within her convulsing loins and abdomen. And then followed the 
overwhelming rapture, the hot release of her fluid orgasmic flow noticeably 
exciting the massive, whimpering dog all the more! Avidly, his laving tongue 
licked in feral excitement through her still spasming cuntal flesh, raising 
guttural moans from her heaving chest as she writhed and squirmed in a 
wanton mindlessness beneath it! 

"Oh God almighty!" Vickie cried as the dog's thick tongue thrust far up into 
her grasping cuntal passage as if to hungrily feed on her spilling 
passion-juices. "Oohhhh ... love-baby ... there's never been anyone like 
you! Aahhh ... you dream ... lick it, lover ... tongue-fuck me like that and 
Vickie'll flood your handsome mouth again and again!" the desire-inflamed 
brunette promised wantonly. 

Infatuated by the unbelievably ecstasy of it all, she ogled her own 
voluptuous, showgirl curves rippling in their lewd intoxication beneath his 
fantastic cunt-licking, the sudden wish that she had her teddybear's long 
thick cock fucking into her mouth adding to her lascivious passion. And 
then, she remembered and retracted her wish ... the bastard! Better that she 
suck the little bald-headed bartender... or even the beautiful darling 
bringing her such heavenly joy right now down between her wide-split thighs 
and buttocks! God ... whoever, she'd suck him dry ... make him squirt his 
scalding sweet sperm right down her throat until he was drained. The 
burning, creamy feel of it when she swallowed would make her cum over and 
over as it filled her needing, hungry belly to the very brim! 

Vickie's sensuously cultivated brain backtracked then, replaying her 
thoughts as if of its own volition. One of them out of the last few fleeting 
seconds had subconsciously struck a special vibrant cord of super lust in 
her desire-inflamed mind, and as she watched her animal-lover's searing 
tongue deliciously possessing her wetly splayed pink cunt, she knew. But it 
was more than the stimulating sight of his wetly thrusting tongue that 
suddenly stopped the in-built projector of her brain ... it was his 
spectacular animal cock! 

A shiver of previously untapped lust shook the naked young wife, and her 
gleaming onyx eyes widened to the phenomenon of Trooper's thick, flame-hued 
cock wetly emerging from its long furry sleeve... pressing forward in 
dripping hardness, its scarlet, pointed end jerking rhythmically as it 
continued to tease outward like a slowly drawn weapon from its concealing 
scabbard! Sweet damn! She jerked her head from one side to the other to get 
a better look at it, her long, raven-hair flailing wildly! God, was she 
losing her mind? Or was that really his cock she was hungrily staring at? 

Vickie had never experienced anything equal to the unbridled sensations of 
base animalism suddenly screaming through her! They were beyond the wicked, 
and simultaneously fascinating in the obscene! She had never seen a more 
handsome shaft of cock-flesh, nor one more temptingly mouth-watering! W-was 
it even virginal... from a human standpoint? Damn, she couldn't help but 
question that with the knowing erotic pleasure the brute had already brought 
her. Gayle ... that peaches and cream young angel-face darling? Someone had 
educated him ... and beautifully! But that hardly mattered! She'd never 
known a man who hadn't fucked himself half to death, either! 

Suddenly, she reached down to grasp his concentrating, massive furry head. 
God ... how was she ever going to do this ... ? 

Gayle had satisfied herself that she was being stupid to think Ted's cruel 
and scandalous act was her due punishment. Even though Vickie was 
unquestionably right about her selfish concern with security and being a 
real wife to him ... like in bed maybe ... all the way? that hardly gave him 
license, as the lovely brunette had put it, to do such a terrible thing to 
both of them. Yes, downright wanton though her own lustful acts had been, 
she'd never really been unfaithful to him, and now for the first time since 
she'd learned the horrifying truth, the painfully shocked first wife was 
beginning to enjoy a remorseless sensual pleasure in the vivid memories of 
her own lewd indulgences. Above all, she wasn't sorry; and she realized that 
she would eagerly revel in them all again without guilt at the first 
opportunity! 

Maybe she should thank her bigamous husband outright, when and if he had the 
gall to show his face again, Gayle thought acidly as she drove toward Arroya 
Way, a meaningful little smile playing across her full sensuous lips. But 
she still loved him ... damnit, yes she did! And Vickie had honestly 
admitted her love for him. too! Oh, the bastard! Could it actually be that 
he really wanted them both! God, that was a stupid question ... he'd married 
both of them hadn't he? And Vickie, like herself, had openly said that she 
didn't want to give him up ... which left them one charted course, to use 
the stunning girl's own words again. A harem ... what the hell else could it 
be called? 

Drawing closer to her home, Gayle once more reviewed Vickie's puzzling 
statement: "We share him ... and I don't believe you'll find that too 
distasteful once the initial shock of the idea has worn off. The fringe 
benefits alone are enough to make your red corpuscles stand up and nudge one 
another, that is if you're all the sensuous gal I think you are.., " Another 
tiny shiver of excitement fluttered over Gayle at the thought. Yes, she was 
all the sensuous gal that the voluptuous other wife thought all right, 
except she'd never actually realized before to what extent. But... what had 
Vickie really meant, fringe benefits? 

Well, in a minute she would get all of the more rousing particulars ... that 
was Arroya Way directly ahead ... 

The excited Alsatian dog had no conception of what the smoothly curved, 
naked young human female was trying to do, but he was not pleased. She had 
forced his head back away from her wetly heated cuntal flesh, moving forward 
onto her hands and knees with full white breasts swaying, causing his heavy 
throbbing hardness to disappointedly withdraw into its protective sheath. He 
growled his disfavor even as she continued to speak in soft imploring tones, 
but she didn't stop until he was pressed down on the bed and lying almost on 
his back. She crawled up beside and partially over him then with her face 
down over his aching loins, her long night hair tumbling onto the hard flesh 
of his belly. Bewildered, Trooper whimpered, and watched as she positioned 
herself so that the glistening, open pink crevice up between her legs was 
very close to his mouth, and that he had only to move his head forward and 
lick out his eager tongue once more! 

Frantic emotions were raging through Vickie's mind and body in her lewd 
position directly above the hairy opening where Trooper's huge, scarlet 
dog-cock had suddenly vanished. Just the thought of the obscenity she was 
about to perform stoked her feverish desire to a white hot flame. Somehow, 
she had to tease his beautiful penis out in all of its wonderful hardness 
once more! God, she had to know... to taste it... and she moved her hips 
closer toward his confused animal-face, luridly spreading open her long 
white legs and taking his head to gently guide his cold wet nose back into 
her hotly simmering pussy slit. 

His thick tongue slashed through the palpitating crevice instantly, and the 
lushly ripened young brunette moaned as she lowered her cheek to rest 
against his warm, muscular belly, one hand smoothing down to grasp his 
concealed animal-penis. Greedily, she began to stroke the heavy outer flesh 
back and forth, the feel of the hot thickness buried within like a searing 
hardened pole in her curling, soft hand. 

The pleasureful licking of his ardent tongue against her steaming cunt while 
she hopefully manipulated his thick, protective cock-sheath back and forth, 
was intensifying Vickie's sensual appetite beyond all reason. Then suddenly, 
his penis began to present itself once more, the flame colored, shimmering 
tip followed by its unending solid thickness slithering' outward closer to 
her breathlessly waiting, tongue-moistened lips... at last, actually 
brushing against them! 

Mindlessly, Vickie ovalled her lips and allowed the tapered end of his 
fire-filled hardness to slip in between them into the hot, liquid shelter of 
her greedy mouth. Its burning cone-shaped rigidity crept along the length of 
her excited tongue to almost touch the back of her throat before she 
withdrew her head a short measure and began to tongue-love it feverishly. 
Overpowering passion made a sensual whirlpool of her brain at the thought of 
the delicious utter depravity she was committing. The sudden alive taste of 
his moist animal cock caused a shameless relish to ripple through her loins. 

"Oooohhhh... it was even more lusciously intoxicating than she'd expected, 
hotter and harder than any human cock she had ever sucked ... and God, yes, 
it was still growing inside her saliva-filled mouth! The nakedly kneeling 
brunette began to suck its sleek hardness, using the same techniques she 
would use with a man, and she wasn't surprised that he reacted like a human 
male. Hell,, all males are the same when it comes to cock sucking, she 
thought lewdly. She could feel his mighty body reacting with intense 
yearning, his powerful, throbbing loins jerking as they shoved forward, 
driving his thick red cock deeper into her hungry mouth. Exploringly then, 
Vickie caressed one hand downward along his lower belly until she found his 
huge, cum-ladden balls; she cupped them warmly before beginning to delight 
them with gentle scratching finger tips. It was that titillation which began 
Trooper's instinctive fucking rhythm up into her tightly ovalled lips 
clasped around his massive penis. 

The heady intoxicant lust of it all as she mindlessly mouthed and 
tongue-loved the savage, swollen animal-cock with obscenely vigorous up. and 
down sucking motions would have obliterated an atomic explosion to her 
deafened senses. Consequently, Vickie never heard the bedroom door when it 
opened, nor the gasp of shocked surprise the newcomer made! 

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck kind of orgy do you call this, Gayle?" a 
familiar male voice roared. With a raging reluctance Vickie sucked up off 
the delicious pulsing hardness filling her mouth and rolled onto her back to 
face the now recognized masculine presence filling the doorway. 

It was at that precise instant that Ted Haviland clutched at the door casing 
to keep from collapsing! His shock had been so great when he'd opened the 
door to investigate the unnatural sounds coming from beyond it that he 
hadn't realized it was a brunette on the bed ... not his blonde wife! But 
now as he gaped at the beautiful, sensually slackened face and voluptuous 
nakedness of her, his taxed brain began to scream in horror, not only- at 
the bestial sight he'd walked in on, but at the nerve-shattering realization 
that the wrong wife lay there before him in this house ... Gayle's house ... 
! 

"Jesus Christ almighty! Vickie ... ! What the goddamned fuck are you doing 
here ... ?" 

At the sight of his bags in the living room, Gayle experienced a spontaneous 
vacuum hollowing in the pit of her belly, its confusing impact melting her 
nerves even as it strengthened her rage. For long seconds she stood there 
hesitant to go further, facing the hallway and listening to the sounds of 
their angrily raised voices. As she listened, the knowledge that her lying, 
double-dealing husband had been unmasked for what he was finally, 
revitalized her determination. 

A lewd smile crept over her beautiful young face as she moved slowly toward 
the open bedroom door, sensual excitement rapidly filling the empty 
sensation inside her at the controlled dominance of Vickie's throaty voice. 

"So ... the lover's finally come home from the wars, eh? Well, bully for 
you! I'm sure Gayle will be happy to see you, darling, just as I am." 

"Oh Christ! Don't toy with me, Vickie! What's happened here ... and call 
that goddamned dog off, will you?" 

"He doesn't like you, sweet-face. You interrupted our delicious sucking 
party, and I don't like you any better for that either. You could've timed 
it a few minutes later, after we'd both cum." 

"Christ! Now listen to me, Vickie! You've got to get out of here and right 
now! I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is it won't work! You and 
that goddamned dog... you were actually sucking his filthy cock! I saw you, 
for Chrissake! Jesus, are you going out of your frigging skull? Where's 
Gayle ... ?" 

And to that, the sandy haired girl replied in an even voice: "Right behind 
you, potentate," the angry words of his accusation racing wildly through her 
mind. Sucking him ... Trooper? Oooohhhh ... she couldn't help feeling a 
sudden pang of jealousy. 

"Wh - Gayle?" her one-time total husband blurted, half pivoting and nearly 
losing his balance. "Gayle, honey ... what... oh shit... you two have really 
gotten together, haven't you!" 

"Shit is a lovely word for it, Ted darling," Gayle said, though her eyes 
were on the naked beauty of the lewdly sprawled Vickie who was on her elbows 
on the bed opposite Trooper, the lurid nature of their interrupted 
performance hardly questionable. God, she had been actually sucking that 
huge, wonderfully flaming cock of his! Oh dammnnnn ... why hadn't she 
thought of that! And then, she heard the man she'd married two years before 
plead: 

"Now Gayle, you listen to me. I can explain my part of this, I swear it... 
!" 

"I'd like to sit and listen to your bullshit, darling, but if you want to 
know the truth, it no longer interests me," she cut him short, the 
telegraphing gleam in Vickie's dark eyes giving her all the reinforcement 
she needed. "No one's angry with you, daddy ... in fact, you now have a pair 
of wives to take care of. Right, Vickie love?" 

"To the fullest, hon. You've tapped the nail smack on its flat head, in 
fact! Our mutual Teddybear is the proud possessor of two loving wives, both 
young and sexually eager for him to look after, and that's saying nothing of 
our worldly wants. But... why talk about them at a time like this when I, 
for one,, crave lusty sex ... and Trooper does too, don't you, baby?" 

Ardently, Vickie ran her hand over the massive Alsatian dog stretched out 
beside her. The dog whimpered eagerly, an animalish cry which Gayle could 
appreciate even in her green-eyed hunger, and she watched the curvaceous 
showgirl roll her white, satin-smooth young body back toward the loving 
brute, smoldering her beautiful face into his heavy loins. Almost before she 
knew what she was doing, Gayle was tugging passionately at her own clothing. 

"You can join us, Ted husband, or jog off to the nearest pier," Gayle said, 
stripping away her blouse and provocatively grinning at his open-mouthed 
face. "Your wives hold all the cards, darling, and the best you can do is 
love them when they want you to. Outside of that, you can run ... but where 
will you ever find two girls more willing and adaptable to your bigamy?" 
Then, she laughed as she stood in lacy snug panties and brassiere before 
him, tantalizingly shrugging away the tiny bra as she stared at the obvious 
growing hardness in the front of his pants. "Watch me, lover! I'm going to 
join their party!" 

Mad! Both of them! They'd blown their fucking gourds! Goddamn! Never in 
Christ's world could he have imagined walking into a situation like this! 
Not only had they gotten together and compared notes, but suddenly they were 
acting like a pair of warped sex deviates! Vickie obscenely sucking a 
frigging dog's prick ... and ... and Gayle stripping bare-assed to join her! 
Oh, sweet Jesus! His whole goddamned life was suddenly as fucked up as a 
Chinese fire-drill! 

And while the knee-sagging, shocked to the bowels husband fell back gapingly 
against the wall for support, Vickie slaved salaciously in vindictive 
delight as she tongued and licked Trooper's throbbing cock right before his 
repelled eyes. And oddly enough, his stunned expression only added impetus 
to her race toward wild orgasm! But she could hardly concentrate on him in 
her maddening drive, and especially when she saw Gayle undressing, stripping 
her clothes away with equal avenging wantonness, until the blonde was 
breath-takingly naked and crawling onto the bed behind Trooper! Vickie 
watched her snuggling up tightly to the massive animal's back, hugging him, 
with her head just above his where she could watch his fantastic licking 
tongue lashing through Vickie's wetly splayed, hot cunt flesh. 

Impossible! A fucking nightmare! It just couldn't be happening, Ted 
Haviland's whirling brain tried to lie to him, just as the goddamned 
cunt-licking mutt let out a guttural snarl and began to furiously hump until 
his unbelievably huge cock had to be driving right down into Vickie's soft, 
receptive throat! And Christ, as if that weren't enough to destroy his faith 
in woman-kind, Gayle had eased her little hand between Vickie's gorgeous, 
widespread ass-cheeks and was probing with extended middle finger at his 
second wife's tightly clenched little ass-hole! Bug-eyed he watched the 
finger wriggle and worm, until like a skinny prick, it was sliding eagerly 
up into the warm rubbery depths that he so well remembered! Good Christ! 
Where had Gayle learned that! 

Vickie moaned out then, groaning around the suck-crazed dog's cock, and the 
way the brute was jerking and whimpering, Ted knew the sonovabitch was 
shooting his hot savage cum right straight down the back of her lovely 
little throat. Ohhhhhh ... mother fuck ... his own thick rigid penis was 
throbbing like crazy inside his pants ... ! 

To Vickie in her mindless rapture, the thick stream of tangy, seething sperm 
squirting into her throat was unending, flooding back into her sucking mouth 
before she could swallow it away! Over and over, the climaxing darling 
continued spurting into her; then she too exploded, her orgasm carrying her 
right up and away on a magic carpet of sensual bliss ... ! 

Gayle slowly withdrew her finger then from Vickie's still spasming, 
tight-clinging rectal walls, a passionate shiver rippling over her keyed-up 
naked body at the lewd sucking sound it made when it was withdrawn from 
between her lovely widespread buttock-cheeks. She rolled back away from the 
unnatural pair of lovers and sat upright to smile saucily at their husband 
who still slumped bonelessly against the wall near the door where she'd left 
him, his saucered eyes looking dazed, his generally handsome mouth hanging 
open. Her own gaze lowered then to lock on the unhidable bulge in the front 
of his pants, her acquaintance with its long, thick hardness immediately 
feeding the sensuous desire Vickie and Trooper's lustful show had set to 
glowing down between her hotly tingling thighs. 

"Come on, big daddy, it's your turn now," she said with eyes sparkling as 
she crooked a finger at him and worked her way to sit with feet dangling off 
the edge of the bed. 

"Now ... now look here, Gayle ... Jesus Christ... I don't know what you two 
figure you're going :o pull, but... but don't think you can hoodwink me for 
one goddamned minute!" Ted managed in a raspy voice that was anything but 
confident. 

"And just who tried to hoodwink whom, potentate?" Gayle fired back at him, 
her eyes narrowing angrily as Vickie sat up to swing around beside her, one 
slender white hand unashamedly brushing away a viscid string of Trooper's 
sticky animal cum from her wet lips. 

Vickie grinned nastily at him, "Could it be that you'd like to press the 
issue, sweet-face, to find out whether the courts frown on these cozy little 
double-dealings or not? Hmmmmmmm, I wonder what the penalty for bigamy is 
anyway? Are you up on that, Teddybear?" 

"Oh ... oh shit!" Ted groaned helplessly, realizing that there was no reason 
in the world why they shouldn't nail his ass right to a tree. They had him 
cold and they both knew it! There was no appealing to their sympathy, at 
least not right now ... and maybe never! Fuck, he could see it all, his 
whole goddamned future looming up before him. They intended to make a 
regular shackled slave of him, work him like a bastard to support them, then 
drain his balls over and over between them! He could never stand it, for 
Chrissakes ... ! 

"Let's get nice and naked for Gayle, daddy," his sandy haired wife said, a 
little shiver of erotic anticipation rippling over her deliciously exposed 
curves. "I want to see that big hard cock that's nearly bursting out the 
front of your pants, so let's not be little-boy obstinate any longer, eh? 
Strip for us, darling, and in the meantime your sweet wives will decide what 
we're going to do with it." 

"Come on, hon, let's help him!" Vicki suggested, bouncing up off the bed to 
advance on the immediately shrinking male with Gayle right behind her. 

Ted Haviland almost frantically imagined they looked like vultures disguised 
in curvaceous female bodies as they attacked, giggling and cooing their 
lascivious plans for him to each other while they systematically plucked the 
clothes from him until he was as stark naked as were they! 

"Well... it's not as big as Trooper's hon, but it'll have to do until that 
darling has a rest," Vickie lewdly measured, reaching down from where she 
stood beside him to grasp hold of his jerking, thickly hardened cock-shaft. 

Ted couldn't help lurching and grunting to the sensitive contact, gaping 
down as his brunette wife began to lewdly stroke its heavy foreskin back and 
forth and reveal the moist, blood-swollen head. And then, Gayle was dropping 
to her knees in front of him, her eyes gleaming and her lush young lips 
hungrily parting, the tip of her little pink tongue visible and aimed 
directly at the tiny drop of his seeping sperm beading at his glan's small 
slit! A wild excitement charged through him as he waited, his trembling legs 
suddenly feeling like so much cooked macaroni. Christ, it's been how long 
since she'd done that? ... and then, Gayle ovalled her lips after licking 
them wickedly, while Vickie continued to stroke his throbbing pole of 
hardness! Gayle's tiny tongue flicked out to swipe away that bubble and 
several more as his dark-haired second wife luridly milked its pulsating, 
heavy-veined length, squeezing out more and more pre-ejaculate for Gayle's 
lustfully licking consumption! 

"Mmmmmmm, that's hot and sweet tasting, daddy," Gayle whispered, looking up 
at him and smacking her lips. "It makes this little wife want to suck the 
whole load of it right down into her belly!" 

"Go ahead, hon! Your turn first and Vickie'U help. Look!" she said 
excitedly, moving around behind their- mutual, head swiveling husband and 
lowering to her own knees. "Now spread your legs, Teddybear ... wider, lover 
... that's it! While you suck him, darling I'll just tongue his balls until 
he goes out of his simple mind!" 

And sweet Jesus, he was about to do exactly that! Gayle had curled her warm 
fingers around his aching cock replacing Vickie's and suddenly plunged her 
ovalled soft lips over it's swollen head, locking them around it in a 
demanding liquid pressure. He staggered above her lovely head, watching with 
lust-filled eyes her tightly clasping lips encircling it, while beneath and 
between his legs from behind, the naked ex-showgirl was not only wetly 
tongue-lashing his raging balls, but every so often he sensed her beautiful 
mouth opening wide to heatedly suck first one and then the other sperm-laden 
testicle into the warm wetness of her tender mouth. 

From the beginning, Ted uncontrollably thrust forward with his naked hips, 
sliding his long thick hardness in and out of Gayle's ovalled lips with a 
sleek sucking sound, guided by her hand grasping at its base while he 
clutched her face between his own. Her cheeks hollowed and puffed beneath 
his hands as his burning cock fucked in and out of her greedily, sucking 
mouth, her head working as diligently as were his hips. He wished he could 
see her seductively jiggling breasts, but her long blonde hair hid them from 
him ... and he could only imagine the obscene sight of Vickie greedily 
licking and sucking his now bloated balls down between his spread legs! 

With little less than sadistic ruthlessness, Gayle vehemently mouthed and 
pulled at his hardened, ever-growing penis, wanting the flooding gushes of 
his scalding white cum squirting wildly into her mouth and dribbling down 
her throat, but as intense as the passion spurring her luridly on was, her 
rancorous desire to vengefully torment him was greater. Lustfully, he fucked 
into her mouth, his blood-engorged, hot spongy cock-head driving deeper 
toward her yearning throat as he grunted and clutched at her face like a man 
about to blow his mind. She did it then ... pulling her clasping lips off 
his frantically throbbing cock with a jerk of her head, even though she felt 
her own orgasm ready to explode in her hot little cunt. She raised her face 
to smile harassingly up at him. 

"Did you like that, Ted love?" she twitted, her eyes dancing to the tiny 
shivers of near-orgasm racing pell-mell within her own quivering belly and 
pleasurefully teased young loins. 

"Oh Christ, Gayle honey! Don't stop now! Goddamn ... I was just about to ... 
!" 

"Yes, I know, daddy," his beautiful, sandy-haired tormentor continued to 
smile nastily up at him as she kneed back away then got to her feet, "but I 
don't think you should just yet. You know how absolutely useless it gets 
after you cum once, and it has so many more dutiful tasks to perform on your 
eager mates before we're finished with this little conjugal party. Don't you 
agree, Vickie darling?" 

"I think you're being adorably unselfish about it, hon!" his vivacious 
second wife exclaimed, her naked curves rippling provocatively as she moved 
around to join and slip her arm about Gayle's slender, hour-glass waist. 
"Which just proves how perfectly harmonious a pair of loving wives can be in 
the sharing of their husband, right, doll?" And with that, right before his 
goddamned eyes, Vickie kissed her with moist open lips smothering Gayle's 
receptive mouth, Vickie's delicate hand smoothing up along her satiny belly 
to finally cup and tenderly caress one of his number one wife's fully 
rounded, nipple-hardened breasts. 

"Oh jumping fuck!" Ted Haviland choked out to the lesbianistic act, his 
aching cock straining uncontrollably as Gayle purred and Vickie went on 
cupping and fondling her resilient naked breast, their tiny tongues 
obviously stabbing and licking at one another! It was no use! They planned 
to destroy what was left of his frigging mentality, and that wasn't going to 
take long! Shit, he needed a drink ... something to restore some spark of 
sanity in him ... 

"Hey, Teddybear lover, where do you think you're off to?" Vickie called 
after him. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going very goddamned far like this," he moaned, 
looking down at his nakedness and poling length of blood-locked prick. "But 
you loving spouses will permit me a drink, won't you? Christ, I've got to 
have a bracer of some sort..." 

"And Vickie's got just what the ardorous husband needs, sweet-face," she 
said, advancing on one suitcase and bending down to deliberately display her 
perfectly ovalled, full white buttocks and long, show-girl legs. "It'll put 
the brace right where you're going to need it most lamb ... in your sweet 
cock!" 

Both Gayle and Ted watched as she returned opening a small, flat wooden box 
containing slender, cigarette-length cigars. "What the hell are they?" he 
questioned. 

"The cuban gems I mentioned to your earlier, Gayle," Vickie answered. 
"Except that these have an added quality. They've been cured in extracted 
oil of cannabis, and believe me, dolls, they're the ultimate in stimulating 
highs! Shall we?" 

"Yes!" Gayle answered enthusiastically. "Amongst other things I'm getting 
delightfully acquainted with, I've always wanted to smoke pot... grass, or 
whatever you call it!" 

"Shit... why not?" Ted said, shuddering unexpectedly as Gayle reached down 
to lewdly fondle his aching cock once more. "Let's go whole hog!" 

"That's my daddy," the blonde wife whom he'd never even known before, for 
Chrissakes, cooed at him, leaning close to peck at the tip of his nose while 
reaching farther down between his legs to warmly cup his churning balls in a 
gentle pressure. "And after, we're all going to have a real love-party ... 
something wild and different! God, Vickie how will we do it... ?" 

Watching from one advantageous corner where he'd finally lumbered to stretch 
out and recuperate, Trooper gazed with unwaning interest at the naked humans 
now carrying on before him. The ruttish acts both his warm, white-bodied 
young female mates had performed on the male as well as each other, were 
more fascinating then stimulating at the moment to the prostrate, massive 
animal. A sweet smoky odor had begun to fill the room along with their 
laughter as they huddled close together, touching mouths, all of them, the 
women to the man and the women to one another while all of their hands pawed 
over each other's naked white bodies ... until finally, they were on top of 
the bed, and he got up unnoticed to go out and invesitage the noise from the 
other part of the house. 

Luther saw his big pet trotting along the hallway with wagging tail toward 
him. He grinned and petted the dog affectionately, though he was still a 
little irked at the tournament's postponement for another three days. Bad 
weather had forced the plane bringing the European masters down over 
Greenland, which he'd later decided might not be so bad at that. It was 
going to give him a longer stay with his luscious Aunt Gayle, and that 
wouldn't be at all hard to take. The entire way back on the bus he'd been 
thinking about it and planning how he'd get around Vickie's being in the 
house, his virile young cock stretching into a gnawing hardness that was 
still pushing at the front of his pants ... 

The teenager saw the valises on the floor near the davenport then, 
remembering them to be Uncle Ted's and a sinking feeling caught at his gut. 
But before it could take its full effect of disappointment, loud voices 
mixed with some laughter and graphic four-letter words reached him, drawing 
the youth magnetically toward the open door where he'd carried in Vickie's 
suitcases! 

"Now, Gayle honey, I want you to look closely at one of those fringe 
benefits I mentioned earlier," Vickie said, rolling onto her back to lewdly 
spread her long white legs open wide before the kneeling, glazed-eyed girl 
beside her. And while Ted sat cross-legged on the other side of her, 
lustfully watching and grasping his upthrusting, swollen hard cock, Vickie 
reached down between her full white thighs with both hands to luridly splay 
open her vaginal lips and expose her glistening wet cuntal flesh. "Look 
tempting, baby? Have you ever licked a hot pussy?" 

Gayle, near-voiceless in the exotic euphoria the joy-bringing little cigar 
had swept delectably over her excited nakedness, shook her head as she 
looked down at Vickie's openly displayed cunt, a series of erotic shivers 
racing through her at the lasciviously enticing sight. Mindlessly, the young 
blonde stroked upward along the soft inner-side of Vickie's satin-sleek 
thigh, until her trembling fingers made soft contact, then began to explore 
and play in the wetly heated pussy-flesh the other still held wantonly 
spread open for her. 

"Oooooooh," Vickie mewled, squirming her nakedly curving hips and buttocks 
beneath Gayle's gentle touch; then she moaned in loud pleasure as she felt a 
fingertip brushing over her tiny erect clitoris. "God; that's heavenly, pet, 
but I wish it were your hot silky tongue!" 

Again, Gayle experienced tremors of passionate delight rippling over her as 
Ted said in a husky, lust-filled voice: "Go on! Lick that pretty little 
cunt, honey! Christ, I want to watch you do it...'!" 

"Oh no, sweet-face. I've got other plans for you!" Vickie said, rolling onto 
her side with her back to him. "Now, Gayle baby, you crawl up the other way, 
so your sweet little pussy is right where I can kiss and tongue it while you 
lick mine. And then, Teddybear's going to snuggle up close to my ass-cheeks 
and you're going to worm that big hard cock of his right up into my little 
ass-hole where you can watch it fuck into me while you lick me wild! How's 
that for starters?" 

"Oooohhhhhh ... yes! Yes!" Gayle exclaimed crawling quickly into position. 
"Hurry everybody! I've never watched anyone being sodomized!" 

"Sweet fuck!" Luther whispered to himself as he reached down to clutch at 
his own eagerly straining penis, throbbing in wild excitement at all that 
he'd seen so far, to say nothing of Vickie's obscenely far-out plans for the 
immediate future! 

They hadn't even noticed him standing there in the doorway, they were so 
goddamned strung-out, and he knew that it had to be pot or something similar 
he was smelling. He watched their naked white bodies squirming and writhing 
into their specific lurid positions, both girls opening their full rounded 
thighs wide for the other, Vickie's pink wet-split and the smooth hairless 
crevice of her widespread ass-cheeks with its centered little anal hole 
looking directly at him! Then, Aunt Gayle's nuzzling face was partially 
hiding that delicious view as her mouth suddenly glued itself to Vickie's 
hair-lined cunt folds, one hand reaching over to clutch at the brunette's 
lush buttock, the other hand with distended finger moving between to begin 
gently prodding her clenched rectal opening, as if getting the tiny mouth 
ready for Uncle Ted's huge cock that was moving into attacking position! 
Christ, he had to get in closer where he could see this better! 

Immediately, Gayle felt the rapturous sensations of Vickie's wildly lashing 
tongue stabbing and lovingly whipping her seething pussy flesh while one 
finger began to fuck in and out of her wetly clasping, fire-filled vagina. 
Then the raven-haired beauty's pursed lips were nibbling softly at her 
jerking little clitoral bud while Gayle lovingly hugged at Vickie's nestled 
head with her own soft warm thighs, nostrils flaring wide at the racy, 
perfumed essence of her female-lover's cunt. 

Still unskilled, Gayle tried to mimic Vickie's cuntal play down between her 
legs, ardently tongue-scourging the intoxicating wet crevice's blood-heated 
inner flesh while her outstretched middle finger probed at the tightly 
puckering anal opening before sliding up into the warm, rubbery nether 
channel. And then, as she saw her husband's long thick cock crowding closer 
in toward Vickie's tiny anal opening. Gayle emitted a quick gasp to the 
sudden unexpected penetration of her counterpart's finger slipping right up 
into her own vulnerable little rectum. 

"Christ, Gayle! Put it in! Hurry!" Ted rasped. "I've got to fuck some hole 
before I go bats." 

Jesus! Luther mentally exclaimed, watching his uncle slip his arm over 
Vickie to greedily grasp one of her full resilient tits and begin kneading 
the smooth white flesh in his big hand while he lustfully pressed his 
eagerly throbbing penis in tighter to her writhing ass-cheeks; The staring 
teenager saw Gayle take hold of the massive cock and slip a good half of the 
fleshy rod between her wetly ovalled lips, obviously slicking it for the 
tight penetration to come! Shit, he didn't care if they saw him or not, the 
youth wildly reasoned, ripping open the front of his pants and releasing his 
own aching hardness which he lustfully grasped with a throaty sigh of 
relief. 

Holding Ted's vibrant, solid hardness with one hand, Gayle lewdly pulled at 
Vickie's pliant ass-cheeks with the other to partially stretch open her 
puckered little rectal opening. God, Ted's penis was never going to fit up 
in there, the young wife insanely reasoned as she stared at the tiny working 
mouth then at the lust-swollen cock-head! Vickie's hips and buttocks began 
to wriggle urgently, and the sandy-haired girl luridly made the contact, 
pressing and worming the blood-engorged tip into the tight expanding opening 
while Vickie squirmed and writhed her straining white mounds cravingly back 
onto it. Ted's hips thrust forward to the raven-haired young second wife's 
eager back-movements, until Gayle breathlessly watched the hot spear of 
rigid cock flesh skewer its way right up into her tightly resisting anus! 

"Oh!" Gayle gasped at the obscene, sodomizing sight as well as the 
fantastically erotic sensations Vickie's glued mouth and stretching finger, 
delightfully rotating deep up inside her own rectal channel, were bringing 
her. She lashed out with her own fiery tongue once more, burying it in the 
profusely wet flesh of Vickie's 'steaming cuntal crevice, her nose sometimes 
brushing against Ted's heavy-veined cock-shaft that was beginning to fuck 
with meaning in and out of the grotesquely stretched anus, his velvety 
cum-bloated balls brushing hotly against her forehead with every stroke. She 
watched in impassioned fascination the other wife's pink rectal flesh 
salaciously clinging to the huge sodomizing penis with every withdrawal, 
then vanishing back up inside the sucking passage when he rammed up into the 
brunette's nether depths. 

Oh God! The mere watching was driving her mad, and greedily she squirmed her 
own desire-incited buttocks back onto Vickie's slender finger, mentally 
determined that their mutual husband would have to sodomize her next... ! 

A sudden movement registered in Gayle's peripheral vision and she twisted 
her head enough to see Luther standing there, his handsome teenage cock in 
his hand, and she gasped with lustful joy the sight of him and his beautiful 
cock sent charging through her. 

"Darling, you're back! Oh God, get naked quick, Luther baby! Aunt Gayle 
needs you so bad!" 

"What the hell... !" Ted blurted, lifting his head to gape at the boy. "Oh 
shit!. What's that fucking pansy think he's going to do?" 

"Just what you're doing, daddy!" Gayle answered excitedly. "And oh, you're 
so wrong about him; he's a wonderful lover! Come on, Luther baby! Get out of 
those clothes and let Vickie worm that wonderful man-cock up into Aunt 
Gayle's waiting little ass-hole! Hurry, darling, hurry ... !" 

"Oh shit... why not?" Ted slurred in drugged salacity. "Let's keep it in the 
family, anyway!" 

Once more, from his stretched out advantage corner, Trooper focused his big 
rounded eyes with growing interest on the human white bodies writhing and 
straining in utter abandonment on the bed. The sight of his young master's 
nakedness moving up behind the fawn-haired Gayle, then Vickie taking his 
long male hardness to help press it up into the tiny pink hole between her 
widely stretched white mounds, caused the blood to start moving arousingly 
through his veins. He raised his head to better see, feeling the surge of 
heaviness stirring in his powerful loins again at the ruttish gasps and wild 
slapping sounds they made. Then he heard his Gayle cry out, and though it 
was a cry of pain, Trooper instinctively knew it was bringing her pleasure 
and she wanted it. 

In fact, never had the nakedly slaving, curvaceous young wife ever wanted 
anything more than the long thick teenage cock that was sodomizing her while 
Vickie relentlessly licked and sucked at her fuming cunt. Oh, what 
tormenting joy, she masochistically reasoned to the' unbelievable 
ass-fucking Luther was giving her. The eager youth clung to her 
desire-swollen breasts, kneading and pinching their tiny hardened nipples as 
she licked and sucked at the wet burning flesh of Vickie's open pussy, her 
glazed eyes feasting on Ted's pulsating hard cock fucking up into her female 
partner's stretched little anus with a maddening rhythm! 

And then, Vickie's widespread, intense loins began to tremor and Gayle knew! 
Hungrily, the younger wife glued her wetly sucking lips to the other's 
frantic cuntal mouth, licking wildly as Vickie began to moan into the hot 
crevice of her own madly churning pussy-slit! 

"Sonovabitch!" their husband swore. 

"Now ... now goddamnit! I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" 

"Ooooohhhhh ... me tooooo ... !" Vickie wailed. "Fuck it, darling, fuck 
it... !" 

Gayle hardly needed their lewd exclamations of passion to set off her own 
climax, for she had been that close since the beginning when Luther had 
worked his beautifully hardened shaft up into the depths of her virginal 
rectum and began wildly fucking her there. That and Vickie's enravishing 
mouth-loving of her fire-filled cunt would have been sufficient, but now as 
she saw Ted's white sticky sperm back-washing from Vickie's tightly clasping 
anal-lips, it happened! 

"Oooohhhhhhh Godddddd! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" Gayle cried out to 
Luther as he fucked with young fierceness up between her flattened 
ass-cheeks. His big teenage cock suddenly began to grow inside her stretched 
rectal walls that were spasming rhythmically as her orgasm devastated her 
loins and belly. She heard him squeal in a cracked adolescent voice as he 
began pumping his fresh searing sperm up into her convulsing nether channel 
to fill those hitherto untouched secret depths of her. She couldn't resist 
licking out at the underside of Ted's softening, sperm-covered cock, while 
lustful visions of their erotic future together flickered vaguely in the 
back of her passionate young brain ... ! 

Trooper dropped his head onto the plush carpet once more, though the 
heaviness of rut-stirred arousal surged uneasily in his mighty loins. But 
the long sighs and stretched-out naked forms on the bed advised him that it 
was resting time, just as he had sought tranquillity for a time. Still, he 
was edgy and he raised his head once more, his keen sense of smell detecting 
the zesty she-aromas above all else. His powerful jaws opened into a panting 
grin. Already, the Alsatian had instinctively come to know human patience 
and even why. 

Their female season was unending and he could wait! 


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