CR-2007  The Dog Show
[aka 'Show Dog']
(Clifton Edwards)


Chapter 1

There was only that nervous, mindless chatter buzzing through the uncomfortably
warm, smoke-filled room as the mixed group of fifty or so American tourists anxiously
awaited the beginning of the show. Some of them had been here for hours, drinking the
cheap rum the management sold as a side-line. The only thing these human beings had
in common was the price of admission, and the desire to witness a special performance
that was not included in the hotel's list of package tours. Some of them had heard
about this place from their hotel bellboys – whispered, no doubt, in a moment of
relative privacy, and paid for with a handsome tip. Others came to this sleepy little
Mexican mountain village specifically for this purpose, having heard one of the far
flung rumors of a certain bordello on the edge of a certain town that puts on a show
reminiscent of old Havana. And a number of them were veterans, coming here on their
summer vacations for the last three or more years. Always the same show and always
just as exciting. Not even Copenhagen, with its live sex shows and couples writhing
about on a low stage for all to see and almost touch, could offer anything as stimulating
as this special performance.
Most of these Americans had made the trek from the nearest city of any size,
Guadalajara; some coming in their own cars, others pooled in taxis whose drivers knew
immediately, even in English, the location they desired. People never came to this
sleepy little village of a few hundred Indians and mestizos for any other reason. After
all, what was there to see? A ragged clutter of pre-Colonial houses more in ruins than
not, unpaved streets that went nowhere but a dirt track at the edge of town. A view
down across the valley below that on a clear day offered a dim, hazy view of the
suburbs of Guadalajara, that fantasy world where more than half the primitive
population of this village would never even visit. Of course, every man and woman over
the age of twenty-one in the tiny settlement knew of this twice-weekly performance,
consummated as it was almost in the shadow of the village church, and most of the
children had heard bits and pieces enough to suspect that something sinister and
forbidden took place under the cover of darkness in that half-ruined two story adobe
brick house at the end of the rutted path they proudly called Calle Mayor. Naturally,
the chief of police and his two-man force knew of this casa of Rafael Diego Ortiz, but
enough of the money that Rafael Diego took in from the tourists found its way into
their pockets to keep them happily occupied looking the other way, busying themselves
in their diligent search for pick-pockets, cat-burglars and stolen cars, none of which
even existed in this tiny pueblo.
A group of four American servicemen from the Naval station in San Diego had arrived
early enough to get the best ringside seats, but they had paid the price of early arrival:
drunkenness from the absurdly inexpensive liquor Rafael Diego's comely female staff
dispensed for a few pesos. Now they were growing increasingly restless and equally
loud and Rafael was a bit worried.
Like every performance, there would be no problem with the police – a raid was
unthinkable. But if there was any serious disturbance among the customers, Rafael
would be forced to call for the police, and that would mean trouble. His arrangement
with them was simple enough – they would look the other way as long as there was no
trouble to draw attention to the Casa de Rafael. But perhaps the American servicemen
would quiet down as soon as the show was underway, and it was for that reason that he
sent his eldest son, Juan Pedro, to tell the one with the flashing eyes and the skin of
gold "that she must begin ahead of schedule. Madre de Dios, a performance in Mexico
starting ahead of time! What would people think?
There was no need for introductions or fanfare, since everyone here knew precisely
what to expect, so without further delay, Rafael turned the ancient Spanish-made
rheostat that dimmed the two hundred-watt bulbs hung nakedly over the spectators.
Now the only lighted area was the front of what had once been the dining room of a
Spanish colonial landowner before the agrarian reform took away his lands. There,
against the far wall, was an old four-poster bed covered with a faded and stained
bedspread, and a door at the side of the room which everyone watched expectantly, for
it was through this door that the beautiful young Maria Jesus would soon enter.
Juan Pedro had returned to his father's side now with tonight's earnings, over two
hundred and fifty American dollars, clutched tightly in his hand. He handed the money
over to his father and hurried off to start the battered phonograph that supplied the
background music for Maria's performance. Soon the cracked, hissing sound of some
well-worn U.S. record album filled the room through a pair of huge wooden speakers
that had once graced a cinema in Agua Caliente before they had been discarded as too
badly worn for use.
Within seconds, the door opened slowly and the young innocent-looking Mexican girl
named Maria Jesus entered the well-lit "stage" area as if she didn't see the hovering
crowd of anxious onlookers only a few feet away. She could scarcely have been a day
over seventeen. Her smooth-featured face bore the look of sincere melancholy and deep
loneliness, the look of a woman left alone by war.
The girl picked up a small portrait of a young man from the dresser and stared
longingly at it for several moments, and then pressed it tenderly against her breasts,
whose voluptuous swell was clearly outlined beneath the simple peasant smock she
wore. Then she put the photo back in its place and slowly paced the "room", her head
shaking from side to side. Finally, she turned so that she was facing her audience and
began to undress. She slipped the long peasant dress slowly upwards, exposing the
tawny sleekness of her shapely calves and then her full, well-rounded thighs. Her sheer
black stockings were held in place by a lacy garter belt, and the dark material contrasted
sharply with the golden cream color of her exposed flesh above them.
Sounds of delight gasped from the men in the audience, punctuated with an occasional
giggle from the scattered women here on a dare with their husbands or lovers, as the
dress snaked its way up over the young girl's head. Her thin black brassiere fell to the
tile floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her ripely mounded breasts
swung into freedom. They stood out proud and high in the harsh light of the overhead
bulb with their nipples quiveringly erect on the luscious brown half-spheres of flesh.
They peaked even higher as the peasant girl raised her arms high over her head, pulling
her long black hair up in a heavy luxuriant pile and then releasing it to cascade richly
down over her soft alluring shoulders.
The dark woman was nearly naked now, just the high heels, long sheer black hose,
garter belt, and the nearly transparent wisp of her thin panties hiding the rest of her
body. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience, and drew the black
silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them
sensuously against her smooth tan thighs and calves and then discarding them at her
feet. Next came the sheer black stockings, each which in turn she rolled slowly,
tauntingly down over her golden-skinned legs. Then finally, she discarded the wispy
lace garter belt. Teasingly now, she turned to the front, obviously enjoying in her youth
the male chorus of gasping approval as all her striking body was nakedly exposed to the
audience, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her pubic hair.
Madre de Dios, this wasn't so bad, she thought.
With slow liquid movements, the young performer turned again and lay down on the
big bed, the man's picture again in her hands, and it was apparent to everyone in the
room what this young girl needed – that sexual release that springs only from the
bottomless well of masculinity!
A muffled exclamation came from the eagerly watching crowd as the young girl's free
hand began to massage her own breasts in tiny circles, tweaking the soft nipples into
sudden throbbing hardness as her legs slowly scissored open and closed. Her almost
unconscious motions exposed the thin pink slit of her vagina, nestled deep in the soft
dark hair between her thighs, directly at the attentive, heavily-breathing audience
watching her slowly work herself into a burning passion. Maria's buttocks twisted
against the mattress and sheer wanton desire gleamed in her dark mysterious eyes. If
the girl was only acting, no one in the audience that night could detect it... her passion
was as real as anyone there had ever felt!
Now that the room was completely dark except for the stage area, a new pungency
seemed to waft through the stuffy, smoke-filled air as some of the younger members of
the audience lit up their joints of high-grade Mexican marijuana, also thoughtfully
supplied at a good price by Rafael Diego. Now, in the darkness of the wings, he
motioned for his son to prepare the show's co-starring performer for his entrance... it
would not be long now before the young farm girl he had hired from her parents would
be ready for him!
The girl on the bed writhed around even more lasciviously now as though she were
being attacked by some unseen lover. The picture was back on her dresser and both of
her hands roamed freely over her nakedly squirming body, her fingertips dancing
downward over her flat ivory belly and coming to rest at the dark "vee" of her soft
pubic mound. She groaned at the sudden contact of her hands with the moistly
yearning slit between her thighs, and with a deeper, huskier moan, let her legs fall wide
apart, exposing to the excited onlookers the glistening cuntal furrow in between.
Her fingers crawled closer to the hair-fringed lips and spread them slowly open until
the soft wet pinkness inside was fully visible to the silently watching crowd.
Someone in the darkness-shrouded audience gasped loudly as the young peasant girl,
moving to a rhythm only she could hear, inserted a middle finger deep into, the
glistening pinkness of her tight cuntal slit. Farther and farther inward it slid, stroking
her tiny bud-like clitoris as it entered, pulling from her throat sighs and moans that
sounded more animal than human.
The salaciously sensuous movements of the dark-skinned girl on the bed suddenly
increased as her probing middle finger worked itself to the very hilt inside the fluted
pink edges of her contracting cuntal lips. Her legs jackknifed back against her breasts
and the soft rounded flesh of her buttocks rose and fell in lustful response to her lewdly
stabbing finger in her secreting vagina. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she added
two more lewdly extended fingers to the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three
deep into the hungry pink folds of her cunt. They disappeared with a soft wet sucking
noise, and a whimpering mewl of pleasure purred from her parted red lips. Her heart
was heavy with shame at what she was doing and she knew she must one day tell her
village priest, but there was no other way... there were no jobs to be had in her tiny
village, and when Senor Diego came with his whispered offer, she knew there was no
choice but to agree. At least this way there was some money to be sent back to her
family in the hills, and there would be food once again on their table...
The arousing effects of her self-abusive caresses were beginning to tell on the audience,
and Rafael Diego grinned from the shadowy edge of the large smoky room... giving her
the marijuana before she went on was Juan Pedro's idea and he would have to
remember to commend his eldest son for his perceptive imagination!
The dark-haired girl's eyes and teeth were clenched tight as she writhed beneath her
own obscenely driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid finger-fucking
rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as her channeling fingers sunk
into the narrow cuntal opening, making sordid sucking noises as she withdrew them
only to push them in again. Her face was flushed crimson as she strained for her badly
needed climax! Her head rolling from side to side as her fingers thrust harder and
harder up into her vaginal wetness, Maria groaned in abject frustration... it was not
enough! Still she tried, her hand beating a savage staccato rhythm against the widely
splayed flesh of her hungering pussy, her moans coming faster and louder with every
inward thrust.
Suddenly, some inner voice seemed to call to her in warning and she opened her eyes.
There in the doorway was the frightening hulking animal these people had paid so
much to see, but this was young Maria's first knowledge of him. First she thought he
was a stray that had somehow wandered in from the dark streets outside, but in less
than a blinding moment she realized this was no accident. She could see Rafael's pock
marked son Juan Pedro holding the vicious-looking dog's lead, a sneering grin on his
ugly face.
But Maria had gone too far to stop now! The strange cigarette she had been told to
smoke seemed to have done something wicked to her brain and she was wildly out of
control from the lust-inciting caresses her own fingertips had bestowed on her innocent
vaginal pinkness.
And then, in that horrible moment the young virgin would remember with nightmarish
terror for the rest of her life, young Juan leaned over and unhooked the savage dog's
chain, and the huge animal began to move towards her!


Chapter 2

Volcan strained powerfully at his heavy chain-lead, the rippling muscles in his chest
and haunches surging against what puny strength his master's snot-nosed son could
muster. He liked to pull like this when Juan Pedro was assigned the task of holding his
leash for he knew the ugly young human had not half the strength of his aging father,
nor a third the brains. This moment was the reason for his very existence – without it
he would either be a wandering stray on the dusty streets of this village or, more
probably, dead. He knew his role well, for he had bounded through this doorway on
cue hundreds of times, and always with the same end result, though often the human
female who awaited him in nakedness was different. Tonight, his keen senses told him
instantly that this young human girl not only was new, but that she was not expecting
him at all. He could read the fear and confusion in her dark frightened eyes and that
made his eager anticipation that much keener. He would go out there and do as he had
been trained, not for the human they called Juan Pedro, for he was not worth a heaping
pile of burro-shit from the streets outside, but for Rafael Diego and the memory of the
many happy and joyous days they had spent together before his human master had
grown weaker and begun to turn more and more of his work over to his despicable son.
Volcan remembered well the first time they had met, the day that Rafael Diego took
him from the warmth and shelter of his mother and brought him to this greasy house
here on the edge of the only village he had ever known. He remembered that his master
had singled him out from all the other pups because of his strength and eagerness and
also because of a part of his animal-anatomy that Rafael and his friends laughed about
that day. He had not understood it then, but, of course, now it was all apparent to
him... he had been especially endowed with a huge animal-cock that set him apart from
other dogs, and Rafael Diego had set about from the very beginning training him to use
his special gift to make himself a comfortable life here at the Diego casa. Still, he was
hardly more than a pup that first time Rafael and some of the human females from the
house began to train him for his special role.
Naturally he had been a bit clumsy and confused at first, and when one giggling girl
from the casa knelt in front of him and the other girls lifted him so that his forepaws
were on her naked buttocks, he had only whimpered in fear and confusion, and they all
laughed at him. Only when one of the young girls reached under his belly and began to
rub at the furry thick sheath of his animal-cock had he started to sense what it was they
wanted of him. But the next time, he bounded to the girl's lewdly proffered ass-cheeks
without even being urged, and though they began to laugh again as before, their
laughter soon subsided when they saw what it was that distinguished him from the rest
of his breed. All of the girls had watched in envious amazement as they saw the
glistening scarlet length of his cock ease from its hair-covered sleeve, and from that day
on he had become a part of the performance with a scene created especially for him.
His life had been a good one: plenty of food, the run of the house and walled garden,
all the attention he could want. In fact, nothing could have been better... except for the
endless presence of Juan Pedro. His master's son would never be more than the coyote
he was now. Humans had a word for his sort, a man who is nothing but a purveyor of
female flesh, whose only claim to life itself is the commerce of another. But there was
no time for that now... it was nearly time for his performance; it appeared that the
room was filled with people tonight, and that meant he would have to do an especially
good job. To please Rafael Diego...
There was a loud shriek from somewhere in the audience as Volcan bounded from the
doorway and onto the foot of the large double bed. The young girl's eyes widened in
soul-wrenching terror, and she jerked the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle the
scream that hung there. Don Rafael had said nothing of this! There had been no
mention of a dog to her! There was only to be this vileness she had done to her own
body before these people, but nothing more! Maria started to lower her legs and roll
from the bed but the fierce-looking dog growled viciously in warning as he had been
trained to do. The young brunette froze in the enticing posture of masturbation – her
thighs spread open and her knees drawn tightly back against the tender resilience of her
breasts. She did not dare to move a muscle as this huge animal growled menacingly
over her, his great panting mouth and teeth just inches above her defenselessly
upturned cunt!
There was a growing murmur of excitement from the audience as Rafael Diego
whispered something to one of his regulars, a man who had driven down from Texas a
dozen times to see this same show again and again. Excitedly, the Texan told two of his
companions and the word spread like a prairie-fire through the surging, eagerlywatching 
crowd... This is the girl's first time! She has never done it with the dog before!
She has never done it with anyone before!
Volcan lowered his huge head to the helpless girl's hair-fringed pussy slit and began to
sniff exploringly. His thick furry tail wagged as if he had stumbled on a bitch-dog in
heat! Maria moaned in abject terror as his cold nose suddenly made shivering contact
with her tightly puckered anus, and she tensed convulsively as his long pink tongue
snaked out and licked wetly up and down the vulnerable crevice between her thighs, the
tip burrowing maddeningly into her sensitive anal ring before every swiping pass.
Maria tried to squirm away but the huge animal raised his head and growled again,
then began greedily laving the narrow pink slit of her pussy. He pushed his tongue
along the full length of the exposed furrow, from the tightly-puckered little opening of
her anus, up over the swollen edges of her cuntal lips, and caressingly across the tiny
sensation-bud concealed there in her curly pubic hair. His long tongue spread through
the hair-fringed swelling of her pubic mound like a knife through soft butter, flicking
relentlessly between the shivering young girl's wide-splayed legs, stopping only
sporadically as his tongue curled deep up into her cuntal cleft.
Helpless to resist this lewd assault, the peasant girl jerked spasmodically under the huge
dog's laving caresses at her steaming loins and there was a deafening hush over the
audience as the first signs of real change swept over the girl. The frightened moans that
had come from her terror-contorted face had changed from gasping cries of terror to
soft mewls of involuntary bestial pleasure! It was a pleasure the young dark-haired girl
did not want and she fought it valiantly, but that slithering, thick tongue, licking at her
most sensitive places, were forcing her to enjoy this moment of shameful degradation.
She raised her hands finally, holding them indecisively for a couple of seconds above
her squirming thighs, and then dropped them to grasp Volcan's furry ears to pull his
hot wet tongue deeper into her seething cuntal depths.
A gasping cry on her lips, the naked girl kicked her legs back until she was nearly
doubled in half and pulled the animal's nose forward into the well-lubricated cuntal
softness of her vaginal slit. His giant tongue thrust deep into the tightly constrictive
passageway of her cuntal sheath like an attacking reptile, ravishing her upturned loins
without mercy as wild incoherent moans panted from her lips and throat. She pleaded
in Spanish for the animal's laving tongue to enter her, and he worked like a frenzied
beast, his own ravenous lust enflamed by the young girl's sensually charged aroma.
But Volcan also had ideas of his own and with a growling threat, he nosed the
frightened young girl over onto her belly in servile humiliation. There was no resistance
left in her nakedly shivering body; it had fled under the maddening lavings of his eager
tongue which had so mercilessly licked the torrid fissure of her cuntal cleft. She was
hopelessly enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her quivering nakedness
spread-eagled face-down on the bed. His huge head lowered again in a well-trained
motion, his thick tongue slithering into the wetly exposed crevice between the soft 
halfmoons of the young girl's shivering ass-cheeks.
The young girl twisted back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread the tawny
mounds Of her buttocks wide and give the dog full access to her tiny puckered anal
mouth. His tongue lashed her for another long fervent moment, and then he began
nuzzling up under the lustfully-paralyzed girl's loins, shoving his massive head in
between her pelvis and the mattress. What he wanted was readily apparent to the
American audience, but it took some extra coaxing on the dog's part before the
innocent virgin obediently elevated her spread buttocks and knelt before him in abject
surrender. His relentlessly laving tongue, like some mind-corrosive weapon, lashed her
to quivering acquiescence.
She was on all fours now and Volcan mounted the spread round cheeks of her nakedly
trembling buttocks, his paws resting on her back as he had done so many times before
with other women. His scarlet animal-cock began to slip menacingly free from its furry
sheath, the tapered point slipping against the preferred crevice of the whimpering girl's
cuntal slit as the animal trembled in his attempt to bury his heavy blood-engorged penis
in the quaking mouth of her vagina.
Tears streaming from her eyes, Maria looked back over her shoulder and shifted her
buttocks to try and capture the thickly-throbbing crimson shaft. Like the bitch in heat
that she had become, she strove ardently to sheath the long scarlet taper in her
voraciously grasping cuntal depths. The sharp tip missed and slid upward to her
momentarily-relaxed anal mouth and attempted with a quick humping movement to
enter there. But the girl cried out in fright and tensed the muscles of her tightly
constricted anal lips to evade his piercing entry, and the animal returned immediately to
his ravishing assault, having tasted, however briefly, the sweet tautness of initial entry.
Thrusting fervently, he shoved the thin point of his cock unsuccessfully beneath the
desired orifice and into the softly fringed crevice of her pussy, rubbing salaciously over
the tiny bud of her pulsating clitoris.
The scarlet hue of his wildly jabbing animal-cock contrasted startlingly with the fevered
pinkness of the young girl's passion-inflamed cuntal cleft, his turgid shaft spreading the
delicate lips wider as his cock rubbed between them. He was raging with furious
animal-passion now and growling in frustration as the soft-skinned Mexican girl, in
sheer sensual desperation, reached back under her kneeling body, and, grasping the
slippery crimson shaft in her small hand, guided the point of it through the virginal
sparseness of her dark pubic-fringe and into the moist pink slit of her vagina. Her
trembling pussy lips were spread wider and wider with each forward thrust of the
savage dog's hips... and then he was in her!
Gasping cries of disbelief rippled through the crowded, darkened room as the huge
animal jerked forward and buried his gleaming animal-cock deeply up into the
squirming girl's clasping cuntal opening. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it
was sunk to the hairy hilt, his fur-covered balls swinging below her damp pubic hair in
a lewd contrast of color and texture. A shivering moan of pure sexual relief came from
the deceived virgin's contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to
meet the panting animal's forward thrusts. As his forelegs trapped her slender waist, she
began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewdly inciting circles,
abandoning herself to the delicious forbidden delights of this wanton animal-fucking
she was getting from behind. Her face was turned to the side and the audience could
see fully that this was no act... her features were contorted in depraved rapture from the
frantic screwing this magnificent animal was giving her. Her taut breasts swung heavily
beneath her kneeling torso, moving in rhythm with the skewering in-thrusts of the
massive dog-cock, a relentlessly tunneling shaft of swollen flesh burning its way into the
very depths of her being!
The young dark-skinned girl was completely out of her mind now and was hissing lewd
encouragement at the beast through tightly-clenched white teeth. She was begging him
to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his seething animal-cum into her hotly
aroused vagina, to fill her aching belly with his sperm in this lewd unnatural coupling.
She was no longer really human, but a sweating mass of lustfully-deranged flesh
begging for the wildest of depravations. She was reveling in the humiliation of being
fucked... yes, fucked, and by a dog, in front of these total strangers, and she ground her
naked buttocks back against Volcan's frantically-jerking body like just another rutting
animal! Tiny rivulets of gleaming moisture were forming in the crevice of the young
girl's lewdly rotating buttocks and small droplets of her glistening perspiration ran
slowly down the backs of her shapely thighs, drenching the mattress of the crazily
vibrating bed.
Suddenly she cried out hysterically! Her head was twisting wildly from side to side and
her long dark hair was churning about her on the mattress. She was in the beginning
throes of a climactic orgasm, and she screwed her buttocks back greedily against the
dog like a frenzied demon! Volcan's thick pink tongue hung loosely from his mouth as
he fucked into the frenzied flesh of her buttocks, his saliva dripping down onto her
back and combing with the rivulets of her perspiration already streaming down her
anguished torso. She screamed again and again and rammed back against the dog just
as he jerked forward and his cock began spurting its seething animal-sperm in flaming
blasts deep into her hungrily sucking vagina. The girl's naked buttocks spasmed
uncontrollably, signaling the peak of her own orgiastic upheaval exploding in
catastrophic torrents that raced to every cell of her naked body. Thick white animal
cum oozed from her tightly-clasping cuntal lips that held him securely, and thin trails
of the viscous fluid ran down the insides of her quaking brown thighs. Her back
shimmering in sweat and saliva, the young Mexican girl fell forward on her face, the
huge animal's rapidly softening cock slipping from her cuntal grip with a lewd sucking
sound that was the only noise to be heard in the crowded room filled with stunned
onlookers. As a final touch of sensual depravity, Volcan added something of his own: he
lowered his head and voraciously licked at the mingled liquid of their orgasms that
trickled down the insides of the girl's trembling thighs as she lay there heaving in great
sobbing gasps.
Then, without another delay, Volcan turned and leaped from the bed and trotted
proudly through the same doorway he had entered a short while ago. Pausing, he
looked back to see a male human dressed strangely in some sort of white uniform
suddenly climb drunkenly onto the stage. His friends called to him in harsh tones and
with words that Volcan could not comprehend, and for a minute the dog was puzzled
by this strange happening; then the weaving young human began to disrobe and the
cheers of the wildly excited mob of spectators urged him on. Then Volcan understood
what was about to happen and he did not want to see it... his head hanging, he passed
through the doorway and out into the relative coolness of the terraced back garden. At
least here he could be alone and away from that frightening herd of raucouslyscreaming 
humans. Here it was quiet and he could be himself again.


Chapter 3

The dog's first awareness that someone was near him was when he heard Juan Pedro's
adolescent voice, thick with Mexican tequila, rouse him harshly from his well-deserved
rest. He looked up in surprise, for Juan Pedro seldom came alone into the back garden,
as he had never lost his fear of the huge animal who disliked him so intensely.
"Get up! Perro, get up! We have a lady who wants your special talents again... for
herself this time!" Volcan could hear the man's drunken revelry, and though he could
not understand most of what Juan Pedro was saying, his animal intuition told him what
his master's eldest son wanted of him. This had happened once before... a woman from
the audience, excited from his bestial performance, had decided in the boldness of her
alcoholic-stupor that she could do as well as the girl on the stage. But Rafael Diego had
refused to allow it that night, as that was not Volcan's task... the satisfying of American
women he would leave to their husbands and lovers, not to his prized performer and
friend.
"You stinking beast! Do as I tell you! Get on your feet!" the foul-smelling human
screamed at him shrilly, his voice cracking with drunken emotion. But Volcan ignored
him... he was not worth a snapping lunge with his powerful jaws, though the big
animal knew he could tear the boy's arm from his body if he wished it. Only tonight,
Juan Pedro was not to be ignored... he had stolen far too much of his father's special
tequila and now he felt himself a man. Volcan had just turned to walk away and find a
quieter place to rest when the human's leather boot swished through the night air and
smashed painfully into his side!
Volcan yelped savagely and then turned viciously to face his attacker. This was far too
much! He would kill this human even if he was Rafael Diego's own son! The drunken
Mexican lashed out with his boot, just as Volcan lunged, and caught the side of the
dog's face, but it was too late... the animal's powerful haunches propelled him in a
blinding fury of snarling vengeance that launched him with deadly precision at the
young man's forearm. His face hurting painfully from that last kick, the huge animal
felt revengeful satisfaction as his powerful jaws snapped shut with the strength of a
dozen hammer blows and he heard the crunching grating sound of bones being ground
to powder and pulp beneath his sharp teeth. "Aaaiiiiyyyyeeee! Papa, papa!" the son of
Rafael Diego cried out but Volcan held on tenaciously, his head and shoulders tossing
fiercely as the sweet taste of blood began to fill his mouth.
Suddenly there was a scream behind him and his haunches jolted under the harsh sting
of a leather whip... it was his master! Never had he used a whip on Volcan, but he held
one now and it sang the mournful song of death as it lashed the night air and cut
viciously into his flesh.
"Papa, kill him! Kill him! He has gone mad!" screamed the drunken son and Volcan
again felt the burning slice of the whip. In a frenzied instant, he released his grip on
Juan Pedro's mangled forearm and felt it drop limply from his jaws. Nothing more than
pure animal instinct driving him, he acted on total jungle impulse for the first time in
his life and bounded toward his master. Again and again the cracking whip slashed into
him but he could not bring himself to attack Rafael Diego... his world had gone crazy
around him in these last few seconds, but that above all else he could not do. He
whirled on his forepaws and, Rafael Diego's whip at his haunches, leaped for the lower
of the garden walls and cleared it in a single effortless bound and raced blindly into the
Mexican desert night.
"Volcan! Venga, venga! Come here!" came the cries of his master, but Volcan had made
his leap... his commitment was made and he knew at that moment, his eyes white with
rage and confusion, that he would never again return to the casa of Rafael Diego Ortiz.
Volcan, child of the dusty streets of his Mexican village, had no home now.

* * *

All through the night the injured animal, his cuts clotted now with mud from the first
water-hole he had found to roll in, made his way painfully across the desert. At first, he
wandered in ever-widening circles, hopelessly lost. He continually crossed his own track
again and again until finally he saw in the shimmering distance the faintly flickering
lights of another village, and he determined to make that his goal. Volcan had been
forced to defend himself against a predator of the desert night – a coyote he surprised
in the midst of feasting on a freshly-killed jackrabbit. Luckily he added the element of
surprise on his side, for the coyote was good-sized and in excellent condition, not cut
and bruised as he was, and he managed to sink his pointed teeth deep into the
underbelly of the coyote as they rolled in the hot dry sand, tearing open the bleeding
intestines of the wild animal. Volcan left him there to die alone in the blackness of the
night beside the rabbit he never finished.
Daylight found him caught in the open desert and he managed, after several long hours
in the broiling heat of the morning sun, to find a small rocky outcropping where he
could rest and try to sleep until night fell once again. Through his bleary eyes he could
see, faintly, the sun-bleached houses of the village that was his destination and behind
him, the mountains he had left behind forever. There was no sign of his old home, nor
was there any reason to believe that anyone was tracking him... no human being would
be foolish enough to venture out here onto these trackless wastes.
At last, darkness came again and Volcan, hungry now and wishing he had stayed
behind long enough to eat the rabbit he had left at the coyote's side, began his painful
trek once more. His footpads were raw and blistered, and patches of blood matted his
thick fur where Rafael Diego's lashing whip had torn his flesh. Even now he could not
bear to think of it... he had loved his master like no other human, but the man had
betrayed him, and now he had no one.
Gradually the gnawing hunger pains in his belly became so strong that they seemed to
cancel out the agonizing hurt of his wounds, and the determined animal dragged
himself on, sometimes walking, more often crawling on his belly like a snake until he
could gather the strength for a few more miles of slow, torturous walking on the
swollen balls of his ravaged feet. But the village he sought was growing nearer... he
could hear the sounds of humans being wafted across the stillness of the desert night
and there were more lights now, colored lights and flashing bursts of color that he
could not understand. Soon the sounds grew louder and the blur of colored lights
became strands of single bulbs and Volcan recognized this as a fiesta. His new village
was in the midst of a celebration of some kind – it was almost as if they were
celebrating his arrival and his heart felt lighter now and he managed the last couple of
miles with a new spirit... he was going to live again!
He entered the small, cleanly-kept town by a dirt side street, and soon he found himself
nearing a central plaza, brightly festooned with hundreds of colored lights and crowded
with hundreds of people all making strange noises and holding lighted fires on the end
of tiny sticks and waving them so that circles of yellow light seemed to be everywhere
in the eerie night. At first no one noticed him, but then a pair of young boys
approached and knelt beside him where he lay, panting from his arduous journey...
maybe they will offer me some of their food, he thought hopefully, or at least some
water from their fountain. One of the boys spoke to the other in sounds he could not
comprehend and he felt the hands of another one on his matted fur; but he was not
afraid for perhaps they would tend to his wounds and feed him and all would be well
again.
But then the whole night seemed to explode in a rapid staccato rhythm of deafeningly
loud explosions all around him, and he leaped high into the air, yelping fearfully and
began to run until he could no longer hear the chorus of laughter that seemed to follow
him. Eventually he found himself in the dimly-lit courtyard of some building he could
not recognize, and he was troubled by the smell of burning fur until he looked and saw
the smoking remains of something the boys had tied to his tail.
He nosed around in the darkness, searching for a familiar sound, a recognizable scent,
anything to give him a direction, a hope. There were several small white buildings
adjoining the larger one, and he passed closely to them one by one, listening to the
sounds of strange voices inside and drunken laughter. But these voices reminded him
too much of the life he had left behind... of Juan Pedro and of those boys he had left
behind at the plaza.
Then he found a door that was slightly ajar, and from inside he could hear the warm
friendly tones of human females talking softly. He could smell them as well with his
keen nose, and the scent was of faraway places. He moved closer to the door so that he
could hear their soothing voices, and the sounds came to his ears like a soothing balm.
He recognized the pattern of the speech as being the same as the women who often
came to the casa of Rafael Diego to watch him perform. The big dog lay down there in
the shadow of their door and was soon asleep... the fitful, restless sleep of the homeless.


Chapter 4

Weary from a long day of fiesta and more wine and tequila than she was used to, dark
haired Nancy Jenkins was getting ready for bed in the tiny single bedroom of bungalow
number four at the Bosque Verde Inn. Her girl friend Carolyn was in the main room
finishing the last of a batch of postcards for their friends back in Tucson, Arizona. The
saint's day fiesta here was to be their last stop before they drove up to the border and
crossed back into the United States. They had been in Mexico for two weeks now,
driving wherever they chose to go, completely without fixed itinerary or plans, and now
they were both exhausted and eager to get back home. The trip had really been Nancy's
idea, a notion she had dreamed up for her and her husband Ralph. But as the time for
the holiday drew near, and Nancy had already made all the necessary arrangements,
Ralph somewhat sheepishly admitted to her one night after dinner that it would be
impossible for him to get away from the vending machine business that he and his
partner Norman operated. Nancy had been furious at first, but that was short-lived, as
she was growing increasingly used to disappointments in her married life with Ralph.
She decided that all her planning and preparations would not be wasted – she asked
Norman's wife Carolyn to go along instead.
Carolyn and Nancy had been friends for years, long before their husbands became
partners in the small but growing vending machine operation they had built from
scratch. In fact, it was through the girls that the two men met and, as their friendship
blossomed, so did their scheme to get this business of theirs off the ground. Ralph had
been working as a route serviceman for one of the giant vending concerns, and he only
too well knew how much money his employers were making as it was part of his job to
empty the machines of their coins. He had lain awake for dozens of nights working out
the figures in his head, and he knew he could make a go of it if only he had a partner
who was the sales type. That was Ralph's main character deficit – he wasn't much
when it came to talking to people, and the thought of actually running a business that
sold a product to other people frightened the daylights out of him. But then, as luck
will sometimes have it, along came Carolyn McLaren's husband Norman, a fast-talking
insurance salesman who yearned for something better. The rest was history. Ral-Nor
was the name they agreed on, combining their own names to make it something catchy
and distinctive, and business began to roll in almost right from the first. They were a
natural team – Norman doing the selling and Ralph the servicing and design.
But it seemed to Nancy that as her husband's business got better, some very special part
of their marriage got worse. She had often tried to talk about it with Ralph, but it just
wasn't the kind of thing you could easily tell a man.
Nancy was putting her brassiere away in her cluttered suitcase, when a shrill whistle
startled the young brunette, she spun around with her arms folded protectively across
her voluptuously full breasts.
"Hey, get a load of those tits!" her long-haired blonde girl friend kidded.
Nancy blushed a shade of red so dark it was almost purple. "Carolyn! Don't talk like
that! That kind of talk is... well, it's vulgar!"
Carolyn laughed and shook her head. "Nancy, honey, you're my best friend in the
whole world, but honestly, sometimes you sound just like my mother!"
"What's wrong with talking decently? You didn't talk that way when we were in high
school."
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe it's from being around Norman. He's got a vocabulary like a
Norwegian sailor! I didn't mean to embarrass you, hon. I was just being jealous, that's
all."
"Jealous? What do you mean?" the flustered brunette asked, her brow wrinkled.
"Just what I said. Maybe if I had a pair of tits like yours that ol' man of mine would
spend some time with me instead of those damn machines!"
Nancy felt herself flush at those words again, but she felt something else too. Maybe
she wasn't alone in her problem!
Carolyn seemed to be in the same boat! "Uh, Carolyn... I don't know how to say this
exactly, and I probably wouldn't have ever brought it up if you hadn't said what you
just did... "
"Huh? What're you getting at, girl?"
"Well... have you been feeling lately that things just aren't quite right in your marriage.
I don't mean that you don't love Norman or anything like that. What I mean is... does
Norman show you as much, well, attention as he used to?"
Carolyn was starting to undress, pulling her mini-dress over her shoulders and exposing
her well-tanned lithe young body below. Nancy knew her girl friend seldom wore a
brassiere, but the shock of seeing her just stripping down so matter-of-factly was still a
shock. "What you mean is, have I been getting laid as much as I used to, is that it?"
"Carolyn! I didn't mean anything like that!"
"No? What did you mean, then? I thought I heard you correctly and it was sure as hell
screwing you were talking about."
"Please! I..." Carolyn sat down beside her girl friend and placed an arm around her
shoulders. Nancy was a year older than Carolyn but the blonde-haired woman
somehow felt like an older sister to her – she was one helluva girl but she could be a bit
naive sometimes. Hell, a lot of the time! "I'm sorry, Nancy. I shouldn't talk like that
when I know it upsets you. But anyway, in answer to your question: yes, Norman has
been spending so much of his time on his work that he almost never has time for me.
Do you know it's been almost two months since we... uh, since we did what it is you're
talking about."
"Two months! Carolyn, that's even worse than it's been with me and Ralph! How do
you stand it!? I mean... "
"How do I keep from climbing the walls? Well, for a long time I just went along with it
as best I could, but when it got so bad that I was snapping peoples' heads off for no
reason at all, I sort of..." Now it was the slim blonde's turn to blush. "... sort of turned
to the Five Fellas, if you know what I mean."
"Five fellas? No, what on earth is that? Is it some kind of medicine or something?"
Carolyn laughed huskily. "Medicine! Christ, no!" She held up one hand, palm open and
counted off the fingers. "You know... one, two, three, four, five. The Five Fellas. A girl's
last resort."
"Carolyn, say you don't really mean it! Why, that's... that's masturbation!"
"Masturbation, schmasturbation. If it feels good, do it. That's what I always say."
"Oh, Carolyn, I just can't believe you can sit there and talk so calmly about such a
thing!"
The long-haired blonde stood up and began to finish undressing for bed. "Well, you
asked me, Nancy, and I just told you the truth. It's not as good as the real thing, but
it'll have to do until something better comes along. You ought to try it sometime.
Maybe you'd change your opinion about it with some experience."
Nancy was looking down at the floor and she shook her head negatively, but Carolyn
could see her friend's face in the mirror and it was quite apparent that something was
buzzing around in her head... and the blonde knew only too well what it was. "I meant
what I said, Nancy. You and I happen to have a couple of husbands who are so
wrapped up in their work that they just don't have time for the things that a woman
needs. Especially young women like us. So you either try the method I just suggested,
or take a lover! That is, unless you just want to sit around frustrated and horny for the
rest of your life."
"Oh, but surely this won't last with Ralph and Norman! I mean, once things are all
ironed out with the business it will be like it used to be... won't it?"
"Honey, they've been getting the bugs out of that precious business for two years now,
and it isn't getting any better at home. You know as well as I do that the business is
running beautifully. We wouldn't be messing around down here on a vacation if it
wasn't. Face it, girl, they've just wrapped themselves up in that business so tightly they
don't have room for us any more."
Nancy's eyes had reddened and her girl friend could see the first dewy traces of a tear
forming in the corner next to her nose. "I guess you're right, Carolyn, but I can go on
hoping anyway. It's just got to get better!"
It was Carolyn who heard the noise first, and she snapped her head around suddenly
and held her fingertip to her lips. "Shhhhh... listen. What's that?"
"What's what? All I can hear is the noise from the plaza."
"No, not that. A whimpering sound. Like a baby crying."
Nancy strained but she still couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. Carolyn picked
her robe out of her suitcase and moved softly on bare feet toward the bungalow's front
door. Suddenly she stopped short and called to her friend. "Nancy, come here! We've
got company!"
The young brunette, naked to the waist, donned her dressing gown and hurried to join
her girl friend by the open doorway. "Why, it's a dog. A German shepherd, it looks
like. And he's hurt! Oh, Carolyn, look at his paws!"
"We should try to help him but he might bite us if he's in real pain. I'll call the hotel
desk and let them worry about it. There must be a vet or an animal shelter around
somewhere." She picked up the heavy old-style metal phone and dialed the desk. After
what seemed at least ten minutes, a sleepy voice came on the line and answered in
broken English. "There's a dog beside our door – bungalow four. I think he's been
hurt. Could you send someone to see about him?"
"Si, I will send a boy right away." A teenage Mexican lad was there in less time than it
took the desk man to answer his telephone. But he stopped at the foot of the stairs and
would come no closer to the huge animal that lay half-dead outside the bungalow
entrance. Carolyn and Nancy both noticed that he was holding what appeared to be an
axe handle in his hands. The boy was shivering, but it certainly wasn't from the cold.
"Is better we call the police. They will come for him and take him away. He looks mean
and I have nothing but this stick," the young boy said nervously.
"The police?" inquired Carolyn anxiously. "Why the police? Wouldn't it be better to
call for a vet? Or maybe the animal shelter? This animal has been hurt and he obviously
belongs to someone. Look, he's wearing a collar."
"Yes, ma'am, but still I think is better the police. We have no... what you say, 'vet'?"
"No vet? That means an animal doctor, one who takes care of animals. Surely there is
one somewhere in the village!"
The teenager laughed and the gold fillings in his teeth gleamed in the light of the open
doorway. Nancy pulled the sides of her dressing gown together as she had noticed the
young man's eyes were appraising far more than the injured animal. "There is no such
doctor here, I promise you. But this animal is not from our village. I know all the dogs
from here and he is not one of them. But do not worry about it... I will go for the police
and they will take him away and he will be in no more pain."
"Surely you don't mean they would kill him! I won't be a party to such an inhumanity!"
exclaimed Nancy indignantly. "Go and get me something to put on his cuts and some
clean rags. I'll take care of him myself! I grew up on a ranch and know how to care for
animals... especially injured ones. He came to our door for help. Now go, hurry, and do
as I say!"
"I'm afraid what the kid said was on the level, Nancy," the American blonde said
dejectedly as she swung open the bungalow's screen door and came inside out of the
burning mid-day heat. Volcan was resting at Nancy's feet, his fur freshly cleaned and
his foot-pads dabbed with iodine and a salt solution to take down the swelling. He was
happier than he had ever been in his life at this moment, here with his two new friends.
They had taken care of him when no one else seemed to care... and he had vowed to
himself in his determined animal-heart that he would one day repay them, somehow,
some way. He loved them both intensely and his tail wagged warmly as he saw his
second new friend enter the room. But his mood changed as suddenly when he saw the
look of sadness on her face and heard the unhappy tone of her gentle human voice. "I
talked to the manager and he called the police for me. The kid was right. Nobody has a
dog that fits his description. I told him about the name on his collar and he said that it
means volcano in Spanish, but he assured me that there was no such dog living in this
village."
"Maybe a neighboring village then? Couldn't they call around and check? We could pay
them for the long distance charges if that's the problem."
"Uh-uh," Carolyn shook her head. "There aren't any villages for twenty miles. You
remember how desolate the country is around here. It took us half a day of driving just
to get here in time for the fiesta. No, the police capitan said they would take the dog
and hold him for a few days and then... well, you can figure that our pretty well
yourself."
Nancy was close to tears. All her life she had loved animals dearly and this one had
somehow touched her like no other dog had before. There was something, well, almost
human in his beautiful brown eyes! "Oh, Carolyn, we just can't let them kill Volcan! I
could never go back home knowing I had left this beautiful animal behind to die! Out
of all the houses and doorways in town he picked ours! You can call it luck or
providence or God's will or whatever, but it's still the same... he picked us to help him
and he's counting on us not to let him down!"
Her blonde friend smiled tenderly. "I sort of figured you'd say something like that and I
have to agree you're right. You know we've already got the cats... do you think Ralph
would let you keep him?"
"Keep him! You mean take him back with us to the States? Ralph wouldn't care, but
how could we take him with us? Aren't there laws and customs and all that?" Nancy
was standing now, excited at the prospect of having this beautiful animal for her very
own, but afraid to get too involved lest it all prove impossible.
"Well, I slipped the manager a bit of loose change and got him to do some checking for
me. It seems that we can probably manage it if we have a valid vaccination certificate
for him. He knows a doctor who will give him the vaccine and date the certificate back
for us so it will get us through U.S. customs.
Carolyn looked at the lovable animal curled up happily on the floor and felt her heart
go out to him. Nancy was right... there was something almost unearthly about this dog.
Something neither of them could readily identify, but it appeared that he was fast
becoming a part of their lives.
But how much a part, neither of them could have possibly known!


Chapter 5

Almost a week had passed since she and Carolyn had returned from Mexico with
Volcan, but Nancy had seen almost nothing of her husband. Something about a new
shipment of machines that had not arrived as scheduled, and so Nancy had been left
alone again. But, at least this time, she had her new companion to keep her company.
And a marvelous friend he was; she could still not cease marveling over those human
looking eyes of his, that way he had of looking at her that was so... well, so manly!
That's exactly the way it appeared to her – Volcan had the face of a real man
sometimes, even his expressions were uncannily human!
It was nearly midnight when Ralph came home from the shop. Nancy had dozed off on
the sofa, Volcan at her feet, and the television was blaring loudly, though no one was
watching it.
"Oh! I'm sorry honey, I guess I didn't hear you come in," she said apologetically, as she
became aware of her husband's presence. "Would you like some dinner? I saved some
for you in the stove."
"No thanks. I ate a bit before I came home. Norm and I stopped for a sandwich so we
could go over the sales figures from last month." He pulled off his light jacket and
settled down beside her on the sofa.
"I've got to go out of town tomorrow, honey," he said, as he kicked off his shoes. "Some
trouble with a couple of our machines, and it's too far away to make it back in one day.
Shouldn't be more than one night, but if it is, I'll call you."
"Okay darling, I'd appreciate that," she said sleepily. "I just wish you didn't have to
work so hard with that darn business. We just never seem to get any time together
anymore."
"How can you say that, Nancy? You know this business is our livelihood. Why, a few
more years, and everything will be running smoothly, and we'll be able to take a
month's vacation every year. We'll have more time on our hands than we know what to
do with!"
"Sure, Ralph. That's exactly what you said two years ago. And now you're busier than
ever."
"Of course, I'm busy! We're finally making money and I can't afford to stop working
now, not when we're finally getting a return on all the time and money we've put into
it. Why... "
"Please honey, let's not argue about it," Nancy said softly. "I'm sorry I brought it up.
It's just that I get so... so lonely sometimes. If I didn't have Volcan to keep me
company, I don't know what I'd do."
Her husband put his arm around her and was silent for a long while. "It won't be much
longer, baby, I promise you. You'll see." And then his arm drifted down a little, and
Ralph allowed his fingers to ease along the tempting swell of her breast until his opened
palm delicately cupped the full ripe mound. He could feel her body stiffen, her breath
suddenly coming faster, and, with his middle finger, he caressed the inviting softness of
her breast, rubbing the turgid peak of her nipple through her dress and the thin
sheerness of her brassiere.
Nancy refused to believe it! Maybe it was just a dream and she would wake up in a
moment and face her empty room again.
Ralph had not touched her like this in so long! She was almost afraid to move, lest she
break the spell!
He tweaked the sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger, and she shivered
involuntarily from the tip of her toes to her shoulders. Pausing for a moment, her
husband moved his exploring hand around the curve of her breast, across the
smoothness of her back until his fingers found what he was searching for. Then slowly
he eased the zipper of her dress down along the bare satiny plane of her back until he
reached the taut elastic waistband of her panties. He stopped there an instant to slip his
fingers between her naked flesh and the snug panty waistband, far enough down the
hollow of her back to reach the top of the crease of her soft buttocks. He teasingly
flicked a finger down deeper against the tightly puckered ring of her anus and felt his
dark-haired wife quickly shrink away. Then Ralph began massaging her bare flesh in
slow, concentric circles as his hand eased back up along her spine until he reached the
stretched open fabric of her dress pulled taut across her shoulders. Taking a moment to
unsnap the metal hooks on her brassiere, he then eased the shoulders of her dress down
along her arms until the garment hung limply over her high-set rounded breasts.
He looked at his wife beside him, and, as always, marveled at the magnificent body she
possessed. Christ, she must have the best pair of breasts of any woman anywhere! And
that smooth ivory soft skin that's so clear, it's almost translucent... God, what a woman!
With his right hand, Ralph tumbled the fabric of Nancy's dress and the sheerness of her
brassiere down over the firm naked mounds of her breasts, exposing the twin hardened
peaks of her desire-taut nipples. They swelled even more rigidly as they felt the coolness
of the night air, sending an erotic current rippling through her breasts and down into
her quaking belly. She still couldn't believe this was really happening!
His outstretched fingertip brushed lightly over the beckoning rise of her breasts, and
then he clamped his palm tightly over the warm resilient mound, squeezing the delicate
snow-white flesh between his clenched fingers.
"Oh, Ralph, darling, that feels so good!" Her knees were unconsciously opening and
closing, and her buttocks ground tightly against the sofa. Nancy could feel the warm
wetness spreading between her tingling thighs as the lips of her love-starved cunt
quivered with a need of their own. She didn't know how much more of this she could
stand, before she'd have to beg him to make love to her.
Ralph pushed his wife gently down onto the cushions of the long sofa, stretching
himself out beside her as he continued to relentlessly caress the heaving white mounds
of her breasts. A low moaning cry escaped from Nancy's half-parted lips as he squeezed
her tenderly pulsating nipples between his fingers with characteristic male roughness.
His hands left the jutting erectness of her swollen nipples and slowly eased down over
the flat smooth plane of her belly. The brunette's voluptuous body arched up off the
sofa as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties in the front, brushing over
the sparse mound of her pubic hair until his hand made electrifying contact with the
moistly trembling lips of her vaginal cleft.
Even in the dimness of the darkened room, Ralph could see that his young wife's flesh
was a mass of excited goose bumps as she shivered convulsively at his masculine touch.
He skillfully ventured a finger into the soft wet flesh of her steaming pussy, and a
gasping moan came from his wife's throat as she suddenly ground her aroused loins up
tight against his probing hand, her hungry cunt ablaze with newly-found passion. Her
husband's middle finger explored the narrow streaming slit, starting with the taut little
ring of her anus, then slowly eased over the moistened flesh that separated her two
enticing openings until he probed the heated wet sheath of her love-starved cuntal
depths.
Her pussy lips parted willingly as his rigid finger slipped into her clasping vagina, and
he could feel the yearning passage open hungrily as he probed deeper with his finger.
"Does that feel good to you, honey?" he asked, but, before his wife could answer, he
squirmed a second stiffened finger up into her tightly constrictive pussy, burying it to
the third joint in the saturated depths of her aching cunt.
"Ohhhhh, oh God, yes, Ralph, yes, don't stop," his half naked wife moaned.
Ralph's plundering fingers slipped from the clutching vaginal flanges, and he ran them
back and forth over her throbbing cuntal furrow until he found the pulsating bud of
her tiny clitoris. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the incredibly sensitive
flesh as she squirmed and writhed wildly beside him on the sofa, her legs splaying wide
apart to offer him total access to every glistening inch of her seething pussy flesh.
Nancy gasped and choked for air as rippling waves of undiluted animal passion swept
over her nearly naked body.
As her pelvis ground tightly up against his ravishing hand, Ralph continued his
maddening assault on her moistly trembling loins, on her throbbing clitoris until she
cried out from the agonizing need for sexual release.
Meanwhile, Volcan was only a few feet away, curled on the rug where he'd been
peacefully sleeping, and he watched in curious puzzlement at what his mistress; and her
human were doing on the sofa. He did not like this male human as much as his
mistress – the man never had a friendly sound for him or a gentle pat as his mistress
always did. But what puzzled him was this: why had his mistress gone to this human
for what she obviously needed? Volcan knew that he was the best lover she could have
hoped for... hadn't dozens of human women told him so? He laid his huge head on his
paws and watched intently, though the two of them seemed not to even know he was
here. But his heart was filled with jealous and hurt that his mistress had not come to
him in her passionate heat... he had sensed that aura around her ever since they had
returned from Mexico, yet she never commanded him to do the things he had been
trained so carefully for. But humans were strange, he knew only too well, and the
female ones were strangest of all!
"Oh, don't stop, Ralph! It's so good! Don't stop, honey!" Nancy pleaded, almost at her
orgasm from his maddening caresses of her super-sensitive clitoris. Ralph began to
rapidly rub her moist vaginal crevice with the tips of his stiffened fingers, stroking over
the quivering peak of her clitoris between the nibbling lips of her hungry naked vagina.
"Oh yes! YES! YES!" Suddenly, her entire body arched off the sofa and began to
undulate wildly against his opened palm, her lust-drenched cunt – grinding against his
hand as a long pitiful moan slipped from her half-parted lips. "Aaaaahhh...!"
Nancy jerked convulsively as the shuddering currents of her explosive orgasm raced
through every burning cell of her body. Finally, with a cry of erotic fulfillment, she fell
exhausted back onto the sofa.
She gasped hoarsely, "Oh Ralph, that was wonderful... wonderful!" Her eyes were
glazed as her husband finished stripping her dress and panties from her legs, and in a
few seconds she was completely naked, glistening with beads of perspiration from her
lustful excitement. "Ralph... fuck me, please!" she gasped, and her husband's face
contorted in surprise and disbelief.
"Nancy! I've never heard you use that word! What's gotten into you?" he asked.
"Nothing, Ralph, I'm just being honest.
It's what I want... what I need!" She herself was amazed that she could utter that lewd
word so easily, but she had been doing a lot of serious thinking lately since her talk
with Carolyn, and somehow the sound of the word didn't seem as shocking as it might
have a few weeks ago.
But there was a cryptic smile on her husband's face and Nancy knew that she was not
going to get her wish... he had something else on his mind. "We'll get around to that
later." he said leeringly, "Since you're so hot tonight, there's something I'd like to do
first!"
For a moment, Nancy was confused, unaware of just what it was that her husband
expected of her, but as he swung his legs off the edge of the sofa and dropped his pants
and undershorts in a pile at his feet, she knew by instinct exactly what he wanted her to
do – he wanted her to suck his cock! Nancy wracked her mind for a way out, an excuse
that would free her from this despicable act he was about to order her to commit. "No,
Ralph, please! You know I can't! I-I've tried before, you know I have... but I just can't!"
"Come on, miss hot-pants, get down here and give me a little head!" Nancy brushed the
dark curls from her forehead and crawled from the sofa to her husband's feet, still
frantically trying to think of a way out. But she knew that Ralph was serious this time,
and that he had shared more than a light supper with Norman before coming home.
She had already smelled the liquor on his breath. He had never been violent with her
before, but she knew he was capable of it, especially in an intoxicated state of mind, and
she didn't want to make him mad at her.
Ralph eased forward on the sofa, gauging the distance from his semi-erect penis to her
moistly trembling lips, and he adjusted himself just enough so that the knobbish purple
head brushed menacingly over her lips. Nancy turned her head away from his flaccid
glans and closed her eyes, but Ralph spun her back around with one swipe of his
powerful hands so that she was less than an inch from his dangling cock.
"Now, don't go getting any ideas this time! I mean it now, not like the last time... you
will suck it, understand?"
"P-Please, Ralph, I just can't!
I... Aaaawwwww!" He grabbed her ears in his hands and twisted them upward. The
pain was excruciating and her yelp brought Volcan immediately to his feet with a
menacing growl until she quieted him with a few soft sounds. Her lips parted slightly
and he twisted again until her mouth was open. Then he forced his still soft, rubbery
cock-head into the moist warm cavern of her mouth, flexing it slightly as the shaft
began to harden more. Nancy closed her lips over her husband's fleshy member and
teased it reluctantly with her tongue-tip. She felt his hands loosen their painful grip on
her ears, and, for that much at least, she was grateful. But his powerful hands continued
to hold her head firmly, and the threat of pain was still there. Closing her eyes, the
helpless young wife tried to keep her mind on what she had to do.
Ralph watched her dark head begin to slowly bob as her ovalled red lips slid back and
forth on the saliva-moistened shaft of his cock, and he let his hands slip from her head
down over the smooth velvet skin of her bare shoulders. Then, thinking she wasn't
working hard enough, he brought his hands back up to the sides of her head, and, with
open palms, tightened his grip. Holding her fast, he began his own rhythmic pumping
motion with his loins so that he was actually fucking his cock into her wetly rounded
lips!
His half-limp penis rubbed past her glossy lips and he could feel her teeth gently
grating against the bottom of his cock as it brushed along the rough surface of her
potentially pleasure-giving tongue. His anticipation of this obscene moment had
whetted his sensitivity to a fine edge and the most subtle movement of her tongue and
lips sent waves of ecstatic lust racing along his spine. "Mmmmm, not bad, honey! Suck
it real nice now!"
He thrust his loins still faster, ramming his growing rod of flesh all the way into her
gasping mouth until his thick pubic hair was pressed tightly against her chin. It was
rapidly approaching now, that moment Nancy had dreaded. His penis was coming
alive, surging to full, blood-hardened erection in her helpless mouth! She was gagging
on his every inward thrust. She didn't see how she could take any more... God, would it
ever stop growing?
It was all so desperately new to Nancy, this vile and degrading act, and she was
struggling not to choke on this throbbing rod of thick, rubbery male flesh that had so
sadistically invaded the virginal sanctity of her throat. Each time his hairy loins slapped
against the back of her throat, filling every inch of her mouth until she was sure she
would choke to death on its blood-swollen girth.
Then Ralph pulled his erected penis almost out of her encircling lips until just the
blood-distended purplish glans remained imprisoned between her teeth, without
warning, and plunged his stiffened shaft deep into the tunnel of her clasping throat. His
penis was hard but somehow flexible enough so that it bent slightly when its lustfully
throbbing head bumped salaciously against the back of her throat. And, every time it
did, she was forced to swallow or choke – but she could sense each time she swallowed,
her constrictive throat muscles were urging him toward a quick, spurting climax. But
oh God, she thought, what on earth will I do if he cums in my mouth?
Ralph again pulled his penis out of her mouth, rubbing its lust-engorged head over her
violated lips until she could taste the first droplets of warm liquid cum oozing from the
tiny slit in his turgid cock-head. He rubbed the seminal fluid against the outside of her
mouth, the sticky viscous fluid lewdly painting her lips and leaving them wet and
glistening.
"Don't be afraid of it, honey," he grinned down at his dark-haired wife, "Taste it...
there's plenty more where that came from!" Ralph inched his cock back and forth
across her helpless lips, pleased with the way it made her look hungrier for it, eager and
willing to suck his massive cock down deep into her defenseless little belly. And, when
he could stand the self-torment not a minute longer, he once again let the bulbous
purplish head again slide through her tentatively nibbling lips and into the warm
waiting wetness beyond. Holding her head tightly positioned between his hands, he
buried his aching cock right up to the hair on his loins. "And don't stop sucking when I
cum, understand?" he grunted lustfully. "You keep right on until it's good and empty!
Nancy tried to nod her head, but her husband's long fleshy hardness was working its
way in and out of her tautly stretched lips now so that she could not even shake her
head. Ralph jammed his lust-fired cock between her tightly clamped lips, down over her
rough tongue and deep into the velvet channel of her ravished throat. She felt his
stomach begin to quiver, and she knew what was coming... He was going to spurt his
cum right down her throat! She would have to swallow it all or choke to death!
Ralph could feel the damned-up seething flood of burning semen that was nearly
exploding from his bloated testicles, and he slowed his penetrating thrusts, savoring
every obscene inch-by-inch stroke as he watched his orally impaled wife from above.
Suddenly, he stopped dead still, his penis rammed as deeply as it would go down her
virgin throat. A look of utter ecstasy on his lust-contorted features, he gasped aloud as
his whole body began to buck and jerk spasmodically with the rush of white-hot cum
that was streaming up from his sperm-laden testicles and into the rigid shaft of his
cock.
Nancy sucked voraciously, as there was no other choice... but now that his semen was
actually pouring into her mouth, she felt an overwhelming change suddenly sweep over
her. She wanted it now, she wanted every last milky drop of her husband's spewing
sperm, and she sucked at his frenetically quivering cock and swallowed its gushing
waves of hot sticky fluid like a starving animal. Her arms snaked around his hips and
she pulled his spasming cock even deeper, hungrily sucking, until every last seething
drop of his swirling cum was flowing down her throat and into her insanely trembling
belly.
His emptied cock deflated rapidly and slipped from between her cum-stained lips,
leaving in its path a thin strand of glistening sperm like a spider's web that broke as she
moved away from her husband's naked loins. As Nancy quietly laid herself down on the
carpeted floor, she glimpsed Volcan from the corner of one eye and looked away... it
was stupid, she knew, but somehow she was embarrassed to have him see her like this.
There was something about those boldly penetrating eyes of his...!
She lay passionately writhing on her back there on the floor, her breasts rising and
falling as she struggled to regain her breath. Wantonly, unashamedly, she spread her
cream-white thighs as Ralph watched, opening up to his view the glistening pink
crevice of her hair-fringed vagina. With her fingertips, she slowly spread the silken lips
apart as she felt the raging hot flames of her unrequited passion surging through her
loins... she smiled up at him tenderly, her eyes glazed over with lust and desire, but
then her mouth dropped open and an unbelieving gasp left her parted lips. Her
husband was getting up! No, he can't be! Can't he see how much I need him now? He
can't be...!
Ralph shot her a passing glance as he headed for the bathroom. "That was great, honey!
Really great!" And then when he had reached the bathroom doorway he turned back to
her and yelled down the long corridor. "It wasn't so bad, was it? We'll have to do it that
way more often!"
Volcan sensing his beloved mistress' need, crossed over to her and nuzzled her lightly
behind her ear. "Oh, hello, Volcan... I guess you still love me even if no one else does,
don't you handsome?" she said softly and tenderly. The dog could not understand her
words but he recognized the warm gentle tone and he licked the side of her face
affectionately. There was a growing hatred festering in his proud animal-heart for his
mistress' male human, for he could see that she was upset and that she was beginning
to cry, even though she tried to hide it. How could this man be so cruel to leave her
this way? Even he, a mere animal, recognized the scent of her human passion and he
would have not been so thoughtless as to leave her unsatisfied... but she had not
commanded him to perform for her as the other human females had before and Volcan
had been taught that he was never to perform unless commanded to do so. He turned
and walked unhappily away to his favorite spot near the corner of the room. If only she
would command him, he would show her... he would gladly perform for his kind
mistress!


Chapter 6

A bell was ringing somewhere in the blue-black darkness and she was running from it,
but the farther she ran, the louder the clanging bell became until she could run no
longer and the deafening noise was suddenly upon her...
Her hand must have gone out instinctively, because there was a voice in her ear and the
coolness of the telephone earpiece jarred her awake. "H-Hello," she mumbled hoarsely,
her voice thick with sleep. A beam of daylight from the bedroom window told her she
had overslept.
"Nancy? It's me," came her girl friend Carolyn's voice from the other end of the
connection. "Did I wake you? You sound awful!"
"Yeah, I was asleep. What time is it, anyway?"
"Just a second, let me look... half past nine, give or take a few minutes. You're not sick
or something, are you? It's not like you to be lolling around in bed this late in the a.m.
I'm the sleepy-head, remember?"
Nancy opened her eyes in a painful squint and peered through the curtained window
into the driveway outside. Ralph's company van was gone – he must have left early
without waking her. She looked on the bedside table where he always left messages for
her if he thought of something important and didn't want to wake her. She had hoped
that there would be something... a little love-you note or a good-bye. There was only an
empty water glass and a book of matches from the restaurant where Ralph and Norman
usually ate when they weren't coming home for dinner. "I guess Ralph must have
turned off the alarm when he left."
"You mean you weren't up at the crack of dawn to fix our boys a hearty breakfast?
Shame, shame!"
Nancy shook her head and cleared away some of the heavier cobwebs and held the
phone against her cheek with her lifted shoulder. "You sound a bit peeved, Carolyn.
Something happen with you and Norman?"
"No, nothing happened," she said disgustedly. "That's the trouble... nothing ever
happens!"
"That same old problem, again huh?"
"Yep, how about you?" Nancy felt herself blush even though Carolyn could not see her.
"Well, sort of," she said embarrassedly.
"What'ya mean, 'sort of? Either you did or you didn't. And if you did, I'll never speak
to you. I'm not going to be horny all by myself."
"Carolyn please, let's not talk about it," Nancy said quietly, but she could feel the
flames of her unanswered passion already beginning to assert themselves in her sexdeprived loins.
"I was right, then. You didn't get laid either. And now they'll be off for a week or so
and... "
"A week! Ralph said it would just be overnight!"
"Yeah, they always say that. But mark my words, it'll be a week. Once they get out
there on the open road with no wives and no responsibilities, they'll forget all about us
before nightfall. You wait and see."
Nancy felt her eyes beginning to sting as she remembered last night clearly... the
emptiness of coming to bed alone and finding Ralph sound asleep in his underwear,
snoring like a chain-saw. "I-I'll call you back, Carolyn," she said brokenly. "Something I
just remembered."
The attractive young brunette sat dejectedly on the edge of her big empty bed, wearing
only a sheer, lacy pair of bikini-cut panties. She looked down at her near-nakedness and
felt a surge of guilt and embarrassment rush over her – she had come to bed this way
last night hoping it might inspire her husband to... well, what was the use of even
thinking about it now. He was gone, maybe for a week, if Carolyn was right. And she
was alone again.
She tried to cheer herself up... after all, they did have this lovely house in the finest
section of town, and Ralph's business, demanding though it was, was certainly
successful enough to give them the finer things in life, even if her sex life was all in her
memories.
It hadn't always been like this – Ralph had been the first and only man in her life, and
their early months together had been something else! Just remembering their
honeymoon sent shivers of ecstasy racing along her spine and made her feel all funny
deep down in the pit of her belly. She smiled to herself as she remembered all the good
times, but those soothing remembrances were not doing anything to help with the
gnawing hurt she felt at this moment. She couldn't live on memories, could she? After
all, she was almost twenty-five years old and she could hardly be expected to be content
with sitting numbly in a rocking chair with her knitting!
A soft whine from the doorway interrupted her thoughts and she looked up to find
Volcan standing there, his tail wagging as he waited for her to indicate it was all right
to come in. Ralph had chased him out of the bedroom a few times when Carolyn first
brought him home. So now, whenever he wanted to come in the room, he always
stopped to see if it was okay.
"Come on, big fella. It's all right," she said with a thin smile. "There's nobody here but
us, I'm afraid." He crossed over and nuzzled her knee lovingly, and she looked down at
his big head resting there. "Thanks for the attention, boy, but I'm afraid that won't cure
the problem I've got. But I know you'd help me if you could." She was sitting with her
legs slightly apart and Volcan moved slightly around so that his big friendly head was
squarely between her knees. Thinking back on this moment later, Nancy would realize
that she had suspected nothing amiss – it seemed just like when a small child crawled
over you playfully. Who would ever think to reprimand such a child? What kind of
perverted mind would think it wrong for a child to be natural and open... and wasn't
her precious Volcan sort of a child himself?
But that was when it happened... that singular unforgettable instant in time that would
change her life perhaps as much as any single event in her whole life!
Her legs were parted and Volcan only responded to his training... the scent was there
and her voice was soothing and gentle. Surely she wanted him to show off his special
skills! Why else would she have seated herself this way and talked to him in those
soothing gentle human tones he understood so well? He moved forward before she
realized what had happened...
Though it gave her a severe jolting, the astonished young wife made no move nor
uttered a sound. She froze stiff at the touch of his cold nose against the inside of her
thigh! When she recalled this moment in the days and weeks to come, she could only
attribute her response – or lack of it – to the unanswered sexual yearning that lingered
so painfully the night before. She watched breathlessly, astonished beyond all
description, as the big furry head edged forward, his nose sniffing animalishly. And
then the hot damp pressure of his tongue brushed against the sheerness of her panties
where her night-long erotic desire had moistened the narrow crotch band. This dog
actually smelled the scent of her unfulfilled arousal.
What else could it be? It had to be that, and his thick burning tongue felt like a
firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her still aching cuntal cleft! As she
watched, he did it again, drawing the length of his feverish tongue between her partially
spread thighs, along the full moist length of her quivering vagina!
Nancy finally found her voice as her hand moved to stroke his massive head. "I knew it!
There had to be some reason for that uncanny look in your beautiful eyes and now I
know what it is! You're no ordinary dog, that's for sure... I don't understand you yet,
my big handsome man, but I know you're something special! Yes you are!" And Nancy
suddenly felt very wicked, and at the same time liberated and free... she didn't need
Ralph if that was the way he wanted to treat her! And suddenly an insane bestial
impulse seized her and she let it lead her blindly, offering no resistance... and why not,
who was to say it was wrong! Who was even to know?
The eager animal whimpered with desire as her fingers slowly pulled to one side the
narrow damp crotch band of her sheer lace panties, the ones she had "worn especially
for her husband, shamelessly exposing the dampness of her hair-fringed cuntal slit to
the animal-eyes only inches away!
"Do it again, my big handsome man!" she lewdly whispered. "Lick Nancy's pussy for
her!" She watched eagerly, the obscene thought of what she was doing inspiring frantic
jolts of raging excitement that charged through her curvaceous body. These licentious
sensations of frenetic lust stabbed within her loins like razor-sharp blades, and she
pulled the sordidly soaked panties even further to one side, completely exposing her
steaming pussy to his lewdly probing snout!
Would he do it? Could she even dream such a thing? Or had it been just a fluke before,
a meaningless accident?
But then Volcan's long thick animal-tongue snaked out, curling at its fervid tip as it
searingly splayed apart the pouting wet lips of her expectant cunt. It laved at the
passion-enflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the hair-fringed folds of pink flesh,
drawing upward between them with an electric, scorching heat, ending and twisting at
the sensitive fragile bud of her quivering little clitoris. Again and again, without a word
of urging or encouragement from his mistress, the handsome brute repeated his
arousing lingual caresses, raising lurid gasps of sensual intoxication from the nearly
naked young wife, her exposed pussy thrust lasciviously forward and her small hand
holding the moist sheerness of her lacy panties to one side as her animal-lover
salaciously licked the seething wetness of her incited cunt!
Volcan was on familiar ground now... he recognized well the delicate scent of her
hungering fluid heat, and his hot, fiery blood raced through his haunches and urged
him on to more and more pleasure-giving caresses with his well-trained tongue! Her
fervent aroma filled his keen nostrils as he ardently laved his long thick tongue through
the moistened flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His powerful animal-heart
beat faster at her pungent feminine sexual odor and the intensity of his own savage
desire was fanned inexorably with the awareness of the wanton pleasure he was finally
giving his beautiful mistress.
"Oh, yes, darling... lick me like that! Lick me till I cum, my sweet, wonderful lover! Yes,
yes, yes!"

* * *

"Norm, I've gotta' hand it to you," Ralph was saying as he sat behind the wheel of the
bright orange Dodge van that was their service vehicle. "Putting in that two-way radio
was one hell of a good idea! I never thought it would pay for itself until just this
minute, but it's sure as hell saved us a lot of trouble today."
"I always figured it would sooner or later. Hell, if we hadn't been monitoring that CB
channel and gotten Ernie's call, we'd have driven all the way to Silver Lake for no
reason at all."
"Right! So even though we've got a long way to drive back home, we've still saved
enough money to make that damn thing worthwhile. Do you think we should stop and
phone the girls?"
Norman was looking at the sparse desert countryside go by outside his window. "Huh?
Oh, no... we'll be back soon enough. Might as well surprise them. You know, catch one
of 'em with the mailman or something!"
"The mailman? Oh sure, now I get you, Norm. No, I don't figure I have to worry much
about that with Nancy."
"Taking pretty good care of her yourself, eh, Ralph?" grinned Norman mischievously. "I
would too if I had a wife who looked like that!"
"What are you talking about, Norm? Why, Carolyn is one of the best looking women I
know. Christ, she always looks like she just stepped off the cover of one of them high
falutin' women's magazines. You know, like a model."
"That's the trouble... models are all so damned skinny!"
"But Carolyn's not skinny, Norman! She's thin, that's for sure, but she sure isn't
skinny! She's got one hell of a nice figure."
Norman was still looking out the window, his mind obviously elsewhere. "Well, it's
easy for you to talk. Nancy's got the best pair of... well, the nicest chest of any woman
in town. If I had those waiting for me, I'd always be in a hurry to get home."
There was a long silence and then Ralph spoke again, less certainly this time as if he
was puzzled about something. "You know, Norm, it's kinda' funny that you would say
that. Nancy and I have been sort of, you know, having problems lately. It's not that I
don't love her or anything like that, but somehow it's just not the same any more. That
old spark that used to be between us, understand?"
"Sure, pal, I understand, all right! That's exactly our problem. I suppose you're right
about Carolyn; she is a damn fine-looking girl, but I'm just... well, bored with the same
old sex. I know it sounds awful, but I can hardly get a hard-on any more!"
Ralph was thinking quietly of last night, of the look on his young wife's face after she'd
sucked him off and he'd left to go clean up. He had intended to come back and make
love to her, but he had just been to damned tired. And now he felt rotten about it. He'd
tried all morning to put the memory out of his mind, but now Norman's confession
had brought it right back up again and it nagged at him like a shrill harpy in the back
of his thoughts. He hated himself for what he'd done last night... it was a rotten,
thoughtless thing to do and he knew it. "Norm, since we're telling secrets, I ought to
tell you that last night I did a rotten thing."
"What? You get a little on the side?"
"No, it was far worse than that. I... I, uh, had Nancy give me a blow-job... "
"So what? Everybody does that. It's the Swinging Seventies, remember?"
"That's not all... I just left her there when she'd finished. I didn't mean to, but I guess I
was just tired from going over those Bartlett plans that I just fell asleep."
"Whew-ee! That's a real no-no, sport! Carolyn would have dumped a bucket of ice
water on me if I'd tried that! But don't feel like the Lone Ranger... I've been even more
negligent in my husbandly duties than that. I try, but like I said, the ol' magic just isn't
there any more."
"It's a real problem, Norm. But what the hell can we do? You know we can't spend less
time on the business... now more than ever we have to work to keep this thing making
money."
Norman laughed under his breath. "I've got it, Ralph! We'll do what those California
couples do when they get bored... we'll swap!"
Ralph guffawed heartily. "Hey, not a bad idea, buddy! I've always kinda' been partial to
good-looking blondes! Just send her on over and I'll break the news to Nancy!"
But when Ralph looked away from the road for a moment, his good friend was not
laughing. Norman's eyes had that faraway look, as if he was dreaming of something
distant... and he was indeed. A beautiful pair of succulent, firm breasts on a certain
brunette in her mid-twenties!

* * *

Nancy lay back on the mattress, her trembling thighs spread partially open, her
fingertips tracing upward over the satin smoothness of her rib cage to the sensually
swollen mounds of her full tingling breasts. There they found her small, berry-like
nipples, and she fondled them into desire-inflamed rigidity while her breath came in
short panting gasps.
Volcan could feel the throbbing quiver of his incited loins at the torrid craving he felt
for his mistress. His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he looked at her lying
there, naked now as she had pulled off her tiny panties. But he had to wait for his
command...
"Oh God, come on up here with me!" the young brunette wife moaned, and with an
effortless leap, the huge dog was up on the bed, staring down eagerly at the naked
whiteness of her voluptuous body. And then he lowered his head to lick with his warm
wet tongue the trembling smoothness of her flat little belly.
Oh yes, it was so good! Just the touch of anything strong and masculine on her flesh...
She felt the curling fiery length of his tongue on her tinder-dry flesh, and she lifted her
head to watch him licking upward over the smooth basin of her naked belly, higher and
higher, until at last he was licking the sensitive undersides of her convulsively rising
and falling breasts, creeping ever upward over them to the shivering buds of her
nipples.
Nancy moaned shamelessly again and again to the rhythm of her pet's fervent caresses
as they grazed her tingling nipples, sending maddening little ripples of naked lust
whipping through her shivering body! Her feverish mind was a total blank to
everything but the addictive sensations his hot licking tongue was creating inside her as
it brushed with a moistened heat over the firm mounds of her sensuously heaving
young breasts. She heard the handsome animal whimper from somewhere deep in his
throat as she stared at him with barely-seeing eyes, her pupils glazed with the carnal
needs of bestial desire. She knew somehow that it was all wrong... but she didn't care
any more! Ralph had changed all that last night! If he wouldn't love her, then she'd get
her excitement anywhere she could!
Nancy felt the bed shift under the huge dog's weight and through her lust-clouded eyes
she saw him positioning himself between her slightly spread legs, her breathing
suddenly quickening as – without a second thought – she spread her thighs even
further apart for him! The nakedly trembling young wife watched Volcan poise his head
above her obscenely offered pussy. Unbelieving, she heard her own animalistic whimper
as she felt his hot breath penetrating the curling dark hair of her trembling pubic
mound, his wet nose cold against her feverish flesh. And the dog, in turn, whimpered
as he sniffed eagerly around the swollen lips of her cunt and she waited in passionate
trepidation while her legs slowly eased open as if they had a mind of their own.
As his damp nose moved lower between her thighs and brushed against the tiny
puckered ring of her exposed anus, Nancy could not suppress the loud sudden gasp
that exploded from her lips. "My God!" she choked as his irresistible tongue splurted
between her widely spread buttocks to lick wormingly up and down her smooth nether
crevice and then the tip of his tongue suddenly burrowed licentiously into the tautly
clasped little circle of her anus!
Nancy had no idea of time, only that this rapturous animal-tonguing was wonderful
beyond her wildest dreams, and that she hungered for it to go on forever! She felt his
searing tongue drawing upward over the full length of her cuntal slit, from her tightly
clenched anal ring, tracing along the thin hair-fringed ridges of her vaginal lips to the
tiny, hotly quaking bud of her hidden clitoris. But he didn't stop there. Volcan's skillful
lavings continued splaying wide her piquant pussy flesh until at last his tongue curled
far up into the clasping warmth of her craving cuntal mouth. She spasmed with
depraved ecstasy beneath his obscene lingual caresses as her eyes feasted on the lewd
spectacle the two of them made there together on her bed, the same bed on which she
had shared so many empty nights with Ralph. Her gasping mewls increased in intensity
and her sensually ignited young brain tumbled into the pit of salacious bestiality she so
hungrily welcomed! Again and again his scorching tongue eagerly grazed over her
quiveringly upraised loins, from the puckered opening of her tightly clamped anus,
upward through the moistly glistening crevice of her open-splayed pussy. And at its
peak, it slowed, skillfully penetrating the hot liquid flesh to flick teasingly at the
palpitating bud of her small throbbing clitoris, adding all the more fuel to the
smoldering coals of savage desire that had lay dormant for so long in the depths of her
young neglected body.
"Mmmmmm... my big handsome man!" Nancy gasped huskily as Volcan lunged his
thick tongue far up into the clutching channel of her burning vaginal sheath. "Yes,
darling, I love it so! Please don't stop! Don't ever stop my handsome lover!" she begged
in a hissing whine, her knees pressed all the way back against her nakedly heaving
breasts so that this massive animal might have greater access to her widespread cuntal
furrow. Vaguely she heard his animal whines blending with hers while he continued to
relentlessly lash and penetrate the fluid pink flesh between her lewdly positioned thighs.
The pungent odor and taste of her sensually-charged passion was all to familiar to the
huge animal as he laved excitedly at her lust-incited loins. He recognized the same scent
from the human females he had known at his former home... but they had meant
nothing to him. They were not anything like this kind and loving human who was now
his mistress. Her smooth white face always glowed when she looked at him and he
sensed this identical love now flowing through the soft curves of her entirely unclothed
body. The hot liquid proof of her love was here where he so voraciously licked... at the
very core of her femininity! This yielding flesh with its flowing moistness assured him
firmly and forever that she truly loved him as he loved her, and as he excitedly tongued
the curl-fringed wetness of her cunt, he could feel the rutting urge in his masculine
loins that cried out for something more than just licking her, something that demanded
he thrust his animal-cock deep into her warm wet human cunt!
Suddenly Nancy felt his ravenous tongue abruptly end its laving of her exposed pussy,
and she raised herself up on her elbows, slowly easing her upthrust legs down to the
surface of the bed. "Hey, boy, what is it? Don't you love your Nancy? Why did you...
Oh God!" Her eyes suddenly widened as they fell upon his fur-covered loins... it was his
cock! She gasped at the very sight of it, the dripping, tapered end swaying as it eased
from its protective sleeve in an ever growing length of thickening scarlet hardness! My
God, it's so huge and thick. I had no idea dogs could have cocks like this! Suddenly the
realization that her naked body had incited him to this frenzy of animal-lust dawned on
her, and she knew in her innermost self that she had only one desire now. She wanted
this huge brute of a dog to fuck her! But could it be possible? She had heard some lurid
story years ago about a woman doing it with a dog, but was that just the product of
some writer's perverted imagination? But as she pondered this obscene possibility, a
sudden lewd thought raced almost violently through her naked body as she took her
husband's pillow and lasciviously lifted her hips and buttocks and placed the cushion
under them so that her widespread loins were thrust high in the air and she could rest
back on her shoulders and elbows... but would the dog respond?
Nancy's eyes glowed brightly with the salacious wickedness of what she was planning...
her debauched plotting to let herself be fucked by an animal! But there was not a
rational thought left in her whirling head at this moment – she was nothing but a
quivering mass of moaning bestial desire! Utter perverted lust had inflamed her brain
with its consuming heat! She lifted her legs, drawing them all the way back once again
so that her knees rubbed against her excitedly throbbing nipples! Her lewdly upraised
cunt was a welling cauldron of molten fire! From her position on her back, she raised
her head to peer excitedly between her heaving breasts and wide-parted thighs to see
her handsome animal-lover waiting, his glistening scarlet cock dangling lewdly from his
hair-covered balls.
But the animal hesitated... it wasn't that he didn't want to; it was simply the confusing
strangeness of this position. He had never done it this way at Rafael Diego's – but
always with the human female kneeling like a dog. His heart pounded in his heavy
animal heat as he could sense that his mistress was ready, and this way, though strange,
looked more exciting because he could see her gentle face while he was fucking his cock
into her. Finally using his keen intellect as few dogs could have, he made the decision
to do it anyway... training or not. Moving forward, he easily mounted between her
widely-spread legs, his head above hers, feeling the hot wetness of her openly spread
cunt as his lustfully excited cock brushed against its soft fluid heat!
Volcan felt her warm fingers reaching down between his legs and closing around his
huge animal hardness and press the slippery length into the hotly pulsating channel of
her cuntal wetness.
"It's so hard, lover!" she said. "Harder than any man's cock! I've got to have it,
darling... push in, lover! Push it into Nancy like a good boy!"
And Volcan did!
As the aroused animal felt the moistly clutching young pussy flesh nibbling at the tip of
his animal hardness, he fucked forward savagely between her legs! Without the burden
of human mercy, the huge dog sank his long probing length of scarlet animal cock into
the depths of his mistress' upthrusted pussy-lips. He was forced to squat partially on his
hind legs to do it, but he buried his distended member deep up inside her soft seething
belly. On this first skewering thrust, he could sense his sperm-bloated testicles first
brush and then slap forcefully up into the smooth, wide-split crevice of her naked
buttocks.
"Ooohhhh... aaaggghhh!" Nancy gasped hoarsely at the incredible depth of her new
pet's first penetration as the massively thickened cock spread her passion-dilated cuntal
passage unbelievably wide. And she could not even count the rapid thrusts he had made
into her before she had regained her breath from the initial entry! Like the powerful
animal that he was, his searing canine penis fucked far up into the very depths of her
passion-knotted belly, deep into places where Ralph had never even reached! She
spasmed beneath him as a shattering wave of bestial lust and unbridled passion
overtook every inch of her naked body. Maddening swells of forbidden ecstasy
overwhelmed the young housewife's very soul, and the frenetic woman could do
nothing but groan and squirm wantonly beneath the beautiful beast as she offered the
whole of her glistening cunt up to him in pagan sacrifice!
Straining her head upward, she watched with lewd fascination as Volcan's scarlet dog
cock slithered in and out of her clasping vagina with hot wet breath-taking thrusts,
fucking its way to the very hilt in her widely-stretched cunt. Volcan's sperm-laden balls
slapped heavily down against the tiny puckered mouth of her anus with the powerful
intensity of his skewering animal-thrusts, and in violent response, the lust-crazed
brunette kicked her legs out and wrapped them tightly around his furry back to lift her
nakedly-quivering loins even higher toward his powerful driving thrusts in lewd
abandon. With shameless, whimpering mewls of pleasure, the love-starved young wife
furiously rotated her hips and buttocks at him, grinding the swallowing walls of her
burning vagina around the rutting dog's hardened cock as a mournful gasping cry of
total surrender escaped her half-parted lips!
The fury of her need sounded deep in her brain, the undeniable signal of total sexual
gratification! It rippled through her erotically seething loins like the prickling of a
million needles, gnawing at the inner base of her sensuously quivering belly with the
lascivious promise of her first satisfying orgasm in so long!
Nancy opened her mouth as if to scream... but just then the first spasm of her bursting
orgasm struck her and she could only manage a cracking, throaty wail as she thrust her
wildly convulsing loins hard up onto his hard pummeling dog-cock in a desperate last
lunge. Volcan responded with a forward, downward stabbing, his huge blood-hardened
penis beginning to jerk spasmodically inside her ravenously-clasping vaginal walls and
to spew out its scalding animal-cum in long liquid spurts that shot far up into her
quivering white belly! She finally managed a moan that seemed to fill the room as her
tautened ass-cheeks began to contract erratically around the explosive animal eruption
that was filling her belly to the bursting point with primeval male sperm.
She flailed her head from side to side in abandoned bliss, suddenly feeling the obscene
mingling of their combined orgasmic juices warmly trickling from the tightly clasped
jaws of her cuntal mouth and on down the insides of her opened thighs as her pussylips 
clinchingly milked her animal-lover's slowly deflating scarlet hardness of the last
precious droplets of animal-sperm. She felt the softened flesh of his cock slip wetly from
her cuntal grip with a lewdly sucking noise. "Nancy!"
The young brunette nearly leaped from the bedcovers at the sound of the familiar voice
and she spun around frantically to face the bedroom doorway as Volcan leaped to the
floor and began to growl fiercely, his fangs bared with viciousness. It was Ralph...
"Jesus H. Christ! You can thank God that dog likes you so much, because I'd knock the
ever-loving shit out of you if I didn't think he'd tear my arm off first. I'm not going to
say this but once and I want you to listen... my gun is at the shop and I'm going to get
it right now and when I get back, if that animal is in my house, I'll kill him. Do you
hear me, I'll kill him! And you'll be goddamn lucky if I don't kill you along with him,
you... you dog-fucking slut!"
He stood there in the doorway for another few seconds, his face beet-red and his eyes
bulging like a toad's. She could see his strong hands at his side and they were clenching
and unclenching as he fought back the insane urge to strangle her right there on their
marital bed! And without another word, her husband turned and was gone. She didn't
breathe until she heard the engine of his _van crank up outside, and then she collapsed
weakly in a heap on the mattress, as Volcan looked on curiously from beside the bed.
Oh dear God! He saw! He was right there watching when I was... when I was fucking
with a dog! What'll I do!... He'll kill him for sure! I know Ralph, and he meant it!
But even as she lay there sobbing hysterically in her shame and utter humiliation, the
faint beginnings of an idea were starting to sprout in the back of her mind and then the
crazy notion started to grow and grow until her reckless notion had the makings of a
plan. She figured she had twenty minutes before Ralph returned, so she had to work
fast. This time it was her turn to call Carolyn!


Chapter 7

The deep blue Javelin sports car pulled to the curb in front of the Jenkins's well
manicured lawn, and the blonde at the wheel sounded the horn in one quick, bleating
blast, the motor idling quietly beneath the sleek hood. She leaned over and looked out
the passenger window in time to see the front door of the split-level suburban home
open and Nancy Jenkins come running out with her beloved Volcan on a short leather
leash. Carolyn had the nagging feeling that she was making a mistake, that she was
getting in over her head in something she should have stayed clear of altogether. But
Nancy had sounded so frightened on the telephone – she had never heard her girl
friend talk that way. It was not the usual upset-wife routine, all sobs and tears. It
reminded her instead of a woman she had once aided after a particularly nasty highway
accident. The poor lady had been wandering about by the roadside, calmly asking for
help as if she had only stubbed her toe, though her arm was mangled and she had lost
so much blood she could scarcely stand. That was the way Nancy had sounded on the
phone... like she was in shock!
Carolyn could see that her friend had been crying – her eyes were reddened and her
cheeks were lined with the trails of countless tears, as she tossed a small overnight bag
into the back seat and turned to the dog. "Inside, baby," she purred tenderly, "Get in
the back, Volcan; we're going on a trip!"
"Nancy, you've just got to tell me what's going on!"
The brunette looked at her with half-seeing eyes. "I'll tell you when we get to the lake.
You did remember the key, didn't you?"
Carolyn nodded. "Sure, I brought it. And I was careful that Norman didn't see me take
it. But, Nancy, why all this mystery? Did you and Ralph have a fight? If you did, I'm
sure it'll all blow over. There's no need to go running off to hide out like this. Ralph's
not going to hurt you!"
Nancy was biting her lower lips and sniffling softly. "He's gone to get his gun,
Carolyn... "
"His gun! What on earth are you talking about? Nancy, make some sense, will you!
What's all this about a gun!?"
"P-Please, Carolyn, if you're really my friend, just drive me to your cottage and forget
you ever saw me today. That's all I ask... please, I don't want to talk right now." And
then she seemed to drift away, her eyes blank and expressionless.
Carolyn was even more hesitant now to become further involved – all this business
about a gun! What if Ralph had gone off his nut or something? Wouldn't it be better to
call the police or maybe tell Norman? But she had already committed herself and the
blonde was determined to carry through with her promise to Nancy. The tear-streaked
brunette looked as if another disappointment right now might be enough to push her
over the edge. Maybe she could get her to go to sleep at the cottage and then sneak
down to Hunter's Landing and call Norman. It was only a half-hour drive, and
probably Norman could talk to Ralph and work this whole mess out before Nancy even
woke up. She was already starting to feel better about the whole affair, when she
glanced over at her girl friend and saw what she was sheltering in her hands. A hip
sized bottle of whiskey! In all the years they had been friends, she'd seen Nancy drink
whiskey only once, and that was at a New Year's party. But now she was guzzling it
like a Skid Row wino, sipping straight from the small bottle behind her hands...
Once at the lakefront cottage, Carolyn got the young brunette to bed without any
difficulty, as Nancy was half-asleep anyway from the unaccustomed liquor she had
consumed on the drive up. But Carolyn still hardly knew much more than when they
left the city... Nancy had talked very little, and, with each nuzzling sip of that bottle,
what few words she spoke made less and less sense.
At first, it seemed as if she had been caught in an affair, but then she turned around
and said that there was not another man in her life... that there had only been Ralph,
never anyone else. "Not before, not now or any other time," she had mumbled., Well,
anyway, Nancy was now safely tucked away in the bedroom and Carolyn quietly
hurried down to use the phone down at the boat landing. None of this insane affair
made any sense, but Carolyn somehow found herself less worried than she had been
when they left the Jenkins' place. It always seemed that these marital squabbles usually
sorted themselves out, if you just gave them a chance...
Carolyn tiptoed into the pine-paneled second bedroom and began to look around in the
bottom drawer of the chest for a pair of jeans that would be respectable enough to wear
in public. Then she took off her dress and hung it in the closet – it was one of her best
ones, and she didn't want to take a chance on getting it muddy or ripped here at the
lake. Dressed now in only her brief bikini panties, since she never wore a brassiere, the
voluptuous young blonde suddenly felt a cold nuzzling at the back of her knee, and she
jumped away from it instinctively before she turned around.
"You devilish dog, you! You scared me!" she said sternly, but she could hardly be
cruelly reprimanding to this beautiful animal. After all, she had developed a fondness
for him since that first night in Mexico, too. Had it not been for the cats at home, he
might be her dog now, instead of Nancy's. She saw the flicker of hurt in his gorgeous,
deep brown eyes and she was sorry that she had scolded him without thinking. He was
just trying to get some attention, just like a little kid!
She crouched down to speak to him, rubbing his furry head and scratching that secret
spot all dogs love right behind the ears. "You'd tell me what's going on if you could,
wouldn't you handsome?" she said lovingly. Her breasts were almost brushing against
his nose as she knelt there, her sweet-smelling feminine essence triggering automatic
urges in Volcan's powerful canine body. Instinctively, his tongue lashed out at one of
her naked pink nipples!
Carolyn jerked away with a start, her widening eyes beginning to sparkle with the faint
glimmer of uncertain knowledge. "You canine Casanova, you!" she said huskily as she
stared curiously at the nearly human expression on the big dog's face. His brown eyes
twinkled with an inner secret, but it was as if he ached to share it with someone else.
Kneeling there on the tile floor in front of Volcan, Carolyn acted on pure impulse,
consciously thrust her firm full breasts out toward him with bestial abandon. And again
he did it, the long length of his hot wet tongue grazing lewdly over the sensitively
hardened nipple of her right breast! But, this time, he didn't stop! Carolyn watched
excitedly as the savage dog's long thick tongue curled in a heated wetness over the
smooth fleshy resilience of her naked breasts, moving from one to the other through
the deeply cleft furrow between them. Again and again, her breathing rasping with a
suddenly renewed passion that lay smoldering beneath the surface for months, Carolyn
watched his long pink tongue graze fluidly over her erected nipples with a stunned
willingness that was almost total surrender.
"Oooooo, you are a real devil!" she whispered in a tremulous voice. She rocked back on
her knees, and her full melon-like breasts thrust even more invitingly forward in their
naked roundness. She held her breath and waited... could all this really be what it
seemed? Or was it just an accident? A passing fancy that struck the handsome animal's
thoughts and then passed on? Simmering sensations raced through Carolyn's tingling
belly from the damp stickiness of her crotch band, where her thin nylon panties were
soaked from the moisture his laving lewd caresses had produced between her legs.
Volcan did seem to hesitate for a couple of seconds, but then he whimpered again and
moved forward, his tongue darting out once more to swirl ravenously over the tingling
flesh of her passion-swollen breasts! Wild emotions began to fill the sensuously-charged
young blonde as she stared into the deep brown pools of the dog's big eyes while his
tongue continued so obscenely to lick all over her exposed breasts. God, he knew what
he was doing to her! This was no accident!... she could see it as clearly as daylight in his
sparkling eyes! And then, suddenly, his incessantly seeking tongue began to work
downward over the softly yielding flesh of her white belly, until finally he was sniffing
knowingly at the scent of her aroused pussy-lips through the sheer dampness of her
thin panties!
As Carolyn stared incredulously, the lustful sensations in her long-neglected loins were
being whipped into a burning frenzy by his passion-rousing laving swipes, and then a
dawning awareness suddenly became a glowing sensation in her ravaged thoughts... this
was what Ralph had blown his cork about! There was no man in Nancy's life... it was
Volcan! A dog!

* * *

Ralph Jenkins had not kept his promise... it was more like an hour before he finally
returned home. And, without the gun, he had so brashly threatened to bring. Ralph was
no killer, he knew that now. It was just an empty threat in a moment of anger beyond
anything he had ever known. But he had spent that hour-and-a-half well... soaking up
three double bourbons one after another until he had finally cooled down. Barry
Morris, the neighborhood bartender, would probably never get over the shock of seeing
Ralph Jenkins drinking so heavily in the middle of the day, but that was his problem.
Ralph had enough of his own.
At first, it had seemed like more than he could bear... he had even thought for a brief
instant of using that gun on himself. But Ralph was too much of a man for that.
Whatever his burden was, it was better than no burden at all. And now he was with
Norm, heading for the McLaren weekend cottage. It was the first place Norm suggested
they look when the two men found that Nancy was gone and had taken a suitcase with
her. He remembered the mysterious phone call Carolyn had received, and when, on a
hunch, he was unable to find the cottage key, his suspicious notions were immediately
confirmed.
Ralph had done a lot of listening in the last hour or so... and a hell of a lot of agonizing
self-appraisal. Norman had made him come face to face with some guilt-ridden
admissions that no man would like to grapple with, and, in doing so, the partners had
unburdened their mutual problems, until now there seemed to be some glimmer of
light in the blackness he had felt since finding Nancy with :.. with that dog. God, even
now, he couldn't think of it without knotting up inside like he wanted to cry!
Norman had made a lot of sense... about the time they were spending on the business...
about how tired they always were when they finally finished for the day. Or usually, for
the night. Ralph had never experienced such candid talk from another man, nor such
painful admissions on his own part, but it was painfully apparent that they had
neglected a part of their lives that should have meant more to them than all the vending
machines in the world. And now, if Norman knew what he was talking about, they
might have some hope of making up for that stupid selfish neglect... the only way they
could!

* * *

And, at that moment, an excited young Carolyn McLaren was now leaning over the
very dog in question, her hands holding Volcan's head as she stared longingly into his
eyes. "What kind of tricks do you know, my big handsome friend?" she asked gently as
his tail wagged in open warmth and friendliness. "Would you like to show me some of
them, darling? Let's get up here on the bed and I'll let you show me what it is that you
and Nancy have been doing." Watching this new woman eagerly, Volcan could detect a
tiny shiver of anticipation ripple upwards along her smooth white flesh, causing the tips
of her breasts to tremble temptingly before his eyes. She then began to roll her sheer
panties down over her smoothly rounded hips. He watched intently as her sparse
golden pubic curls and the swollen lips of her glistening wet cuntal mouth were
revealed to him. She wiggled lightly and her thin panties slipped down her long lithe
legs to the floor, and she stood there with her hands on her hips, a look of forbidden
excitement glowing in her eyes as she studied his powerful male body.
Then she crawled onto the double bed, her eyes still hungrily fastened to his, but he
stood motionless... She had not called for him!
Carolyn stared at him in obvious desire, but still he didn't move until finally she spoke.
"C'mon, big boy, let's see what these special talents of yours are!" she feverishly
commanded, and Volcan effortlessly bounded onto the bed beside her, a look of
conquest in his deep brown eyes. Then he lowered his head to her nakedly trembling
thighs and licked his warm tongue through the tender wetness of her quivering, hairfringed vagina!
"Mmmmmmm..." Carolyn mewled sensuously, stroking his big fur-covered head as he
continued to graze his fiery thick tongue over her lewdly shimmering cuntal slit. "That's
it, lover! Lick my pussy like that, darling!" his mistress's friend gasped luridly,
squirming beneath his tongue as it began to sear wetly up and down the smooth vale
between the tensed and writhing mounds of her upraised buttocks. Her heart pounded
savagely, the fervid blood of her loins racing wildly from his sizzling animal-tongue as it
glazed the sensually-stimulated flesh surrounding her tiny, puckered little anus, its
worming tip burrowing with uncanny knowledge into the tightly clenched nether
opening.
"Oh, baby, you're too much! How did you ever learn all of this?" she moaned
incredulously as he taunted her sensitive anus. Then the aroused blonde housewife felt
his tongue-tip burning a wet path slowly upward toward the blood-inflamed lips of her
smoldering cunt. A tremor of impassioned desire tickled over the nerve-ends of her
satin-smooth flesh as the huge dog's tongue swept moistly along the damp pinkness of
her cuntal crevice between the half-moons of her lewdly spread buttocks. It traced
relentlessly from her sensation-filled anus to the desirously-quivering edges of her 
lustincited cuntal lips, and at last to the tiny, throbbingly erect bud of her nerve-packed
clitoris!
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Carolyn moaned in voluptuous abandonment, lifting her blonde
head higher to better see down between her obscenely spread open legs as Volcan's
unbelievable skillful tongue melted down through the steaming slit of her vulnerable
pussy. Again and again he did it while she watched, gasping. Uncontrollably, she
reached down between her widespread thighs and grasped his furry head to pull his
long nose tighter into her wetly palpitating cuntal opening. His voracious tongue shot
lizard-like up into the seething curl-fringed little slit, his own animal whines as loud as
hers as he hungrily lashed the blood-tingling inner softness of her cunt in a way that no
human male had ever done in her entire life!
Carolyn hissed through clenched teeth, "You big handsome brute, you're driving me
crazy!" Her head was still raised and her eyes gaped licentiously at the proverbially
forbidden sight that was bending her mind beyond anything she had ever imagined in
her wildest sexual fantasy!
She fell into a primeval tempo of pulsating torment beneath the huge animal's warmly
licking tongue, and she rolled her head from side to side to the frantic rhythm, still
holding his huge furry head by the ears between her lewdly upraised thighs. And it was
then that she got her first shocking sight of it!
Carolyn's desire-glazed eyes widened at the titillating spectacle of the huge animal's
thick, crimson cock emerging from its long fur-covered sheath, glistening obscenely as
it slithered slowly out of its fleshy concealment. She looked at it with wide, gleaming
eyes... could this brute of an animal have fucked her girl friend Nancy with that lust
inspiring cock? Would he do it to her if she encouraged him? All the empty cock-less
nights seemed to have come together in this moment and she hungered for his animalcock 
as she had never hungered for anything else in her life! Not even Norman's cock
could have incited the frenzied desire inside her loins that was now raging out of
rational control. For a long, sensation-sparked moment, Carolyn stared at the big dog's
wetly gleaming rod of raw masculine hardness dangling there beneath his powerful
animal-loins feeling her mouth and throat going dry at the very sight of it. She was
suddenly aflame with an idea so totally wicked and erotically abandoned that she
blushed at the very image of its depravity as it formed in her sex-starved brain... would
she do it? Could she possibly manage to do such a thing... She would! Damnit, she
would!
"Hey, baby, I want you to lie down. Do you understand me, I want you to lie down...
down!" she kept repeating, her throat raspy with the vile licentiousness of what she was
about to do. She tried to think about it, but the mere thought was more than she could
handle... she wouldn't think of it at all! She was tired of just thinking about sex! She
was going to do exactly "what her burning loins told her to do! Her brain raced in
reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself forward, wanting to add another dimension
so erotically exciting between her and the animal that she was going insane at the very
prospect of it!
As Volcan confusedly watched, the beautiful naked young woman raised up and began
to move toward him, but her tones were soft and soothing and he feared nothing from
this warm and loving human. He was surprised, though, that she had not turned
around and positioned herself on her knees so that he could mount her... if only there
was a way to tell her, but he resigned himself to waiting to see what it was that this
strange enticing young human had in mind for him. He recognized the command she
gave and he lay down obediently.
With salacious passion seething through her loins, Carolyn moved herself into
position... there was a whirling melange of mingled thoughts racing about in her brain,
but she cared not at all for reason or normalcy now... she knew what she wanted and
she was going to get it! A strange foreboding thought suddenly flashed in her tortured
brain and she laughed at its vulgarity... God, I wish you could see this, Norman! I really
wish you could!
The blonde-haired housewife was positioned so that her cunt was inches away from the
huge animal's face, and she eased forward, placing herself so that her face was directly
above the dripping crimson tip of his wantonly throbbing animal-cock!
Her mind was awash with frenzied emotions as she gently moved her arched hips
toward his fun-covered face, spreading her thighs and firmly pulling his massive head
between them. Immediately, she felt his long thick tongue snake out anew at the
palpitating crevice between her spread legs, and the young woman knew that she had
never experienced a more erotic moment in her entire life! She lowered her cheek to
rest against his warm, hard animal belly, and her hand moved tremblingly toward the
slowly-emerging scarlet hardness of his immensely-throbbing cock!
In all his time at Rafael Diego's, Volcan had never experienced anything like this, but it
did not disturb him that it was new and different. He was living in a different world
now and newness no longer frightened him as it once might have. He sensed the
unbridled blood beginning to pound through his veins as he smelled the heated aroma
of her widely-splayed cuntal mouth. He felt her delicate fingers moving over his loins,
their gentle touch causing him to pleasurably shiver beside her on the bed as he
devotedly and tenderly licked the warm wet sweetness up between her nakedly
quivering thighs.
Carolyn was totally insane with this newly-found bestial passion, and she cared not a
damn for any trace of normality that might have lingered in her lust-clouded brain.
Clasping hold of his hidden animal-cock, she began to manipulate the thick outer flesh
back and forth, feeling its lust-hardened rigidity within! For now she hungered for this
wantonly depraved new experience... the lust-inciting taste of his thickly throbbing
animal-cock slithering moistly up into her warmly sucking mouth!
With a low, hungering moan, Carolyn eagerly parted her lush, warm lips to let the
slenderly tapered tip of Volcan's glistening penis slide between them, easing the
invading length further and further into the torrid moistness of her hungrily absorbing
mouth, until it brushed all the way back to the velvety depths of her throat! God, it was
so huge and thick... as big as any man's cock! She brought her tongue into fervent play,
welcoming and teasing this unnatural male presence with unhesitating eagerness. Her
brain spun with the immoral intoxication of the lewdly unspeakable act she was
performing with her girl friend's dog – while the brunette slept in the next bedroom!
Just knowing Nancy was there somehow made it all that much more wickedly exciting!
She tasted the thick pulsating cock and a sensation of abandoned lust raced through her
body with every oral caress of his hard virile maleness! She heard his high-pitched
animal whimper as the German shepherd continued to lick her hotly inflamed cunt.
Carolyn began to suck and twirl her tongue around his long thick cock as she felt his
powerful body responding to her lewd sucking, his canine loins jerking and pressing
forward against her face. She brushed one exploring hand along his sperm-filled balls,
cupping them warmly first, and then lightly teasing them with her finger tips. Again he
whimpered, the titillating excitement causing him to begin a pumping frenzied cock
rhythm between the moistly encircling human lips that so greedily sucked on his
throbbing animal-cock!
The young sensually-aroused blonde began to mouthingly tongue the ever-thickening
spear of his burning hard masculine flesh with obscene up and down movements,
reveling in the exotic pungency of his bestial taste!
The smoothly tapered length of his growing cock fucked up into her roundly ovaled lips
in a steady rhythm, while his own tongue licked slavishly the hot liquid flesh of her
wide-split cunt with swirling, ever-growing frenzy. She nipped and gently scraped with
her sharp incisive teeth, swirling her tongue all the while in tiny lust-provoking flicks
over his hardened cock, her mind completely lost in the total wantonness of her
licentious act.
Carolyn was taking his scarlet penis hungrily up inside her warm wet mouth and it felt
to Volcan as if it were thrusting into the ravenously-clasping fleshy lips of her vagina,
only this delicious hole had tiny nipping teeth and a tongue that swilled greedily
around his painfully-hard cock. He began to whine in a low, throaty growl as the lust
incited frenzy in his loins signalled the oncoming of his powerful, spurting animalorgasm!
Never had Carolyn sucked a cock so voraciously as she sucked this one, her wild
forbidden lust raging like a holocaust in her nakedly trembling loins! She actually
wanted his dog-cum shooting into her mouth! She hungered for his bestial sperm to
dribble down her ravenous throat, to quench the flames of frenzied passion that flared
uncontrollably in her belly! Her fire-filled cunt glowed with the searing ardor of this
moment and she clutched greedily at the huge dog's obscenely swollen balls, beginning
to milk and caress them as she sucked ever more fervently at his heavily thickened
cock!
Carolyn heard the dog whine strangely but she paid it no heed and went on with the
animalish sucking she so wantonly enjoyed! But there, in the bedroom doorway,
weaving from the effects of the whisky and too-little sleep, was Nancy!
It must have been Volcan's whining whimpers that awakened her, for Nancy
remembered having a nightmare that something had happened to her precious animallover 
and that she was left alone without anyone. She looked incredulously at her best
friend and her dog there on the bed in the throes of the most lascivious embrace
imaginable! At first she felt jealousy, even hate, and she was painfully hurt that her
powerful Volcan would turn from her to someone else. But as she watched, her jealousy
subsided and she slowly began to feel something different indeed... an exciting desire to
share Carolyn with her wonderful dog-lover! God, Carolyn was actually sucking him
with her widely-clasping lips and the dog was licking her pussy as if his very life
depended on it! The stimulating sensuality of the captivating sight of her girl friend and
her dog's frenzied bestial lovemaking was involuntarily stoking the fires of sensual
arousal in Nancy's loins and belly! God, Carolyn was stunningly beautiful in her
creamy white nakedness... and surely her friend had seen her by now standing here.
Nancy knew that Volcan had seen her but neither of them showed any signs of
stopping... they were too deeply wrapped in the furious lust of their lovemaking to even
care!
Carolyn's head was partially turned now so that she could see Nancy standing near the
door, but she never stopped for an instant the frenzied sucking of the hugely swollen
animal-cock sliding so wetly in and out of her widely-ovalled lips! Carolyn's eyes
widened as her girl friend began to disrobe... My God, she's taking all her clothes off!
She's coming over here to the bed! But then the blonde was yanked back to the reality
of her incredibly obscene act by the frantic animal's guttural whimper as his haunches
began to furiously humping his blood-filled cock deeper down the velvety channel of
her throat. But if that wasn't enough to drive Carolyn completely insane with wanton,
carnal passion... Nancy's hand was gently probing at the tightly clasped lips Of her little
anus! Then, without a trace of resistance, the brunette's finger slid eagerly up into
Carolyn's nakedly upthrust rectum, moving around in delicate swirling motions within
her anal passage and triggering a fresh wave of new and exciting sensations inside the
blonde's already insatiably aroused body. Carolyn moaned out around Volcan's wildly
thrusting cock, sucking it savagely until it began to spasm convulsively and jerk madly
up inside her mouth... this huge beast was going to cum in her throat!
"Oh, Carolyn, suck hard!" moaned Nancy from behind her. "Suck him 'til he shoots it
in your mouth!" And then at that moment, Volcan's churning semen spewed out its
scalding liquid cum from deep down in the seemingly-depthless well of his sperm-filled
balls in a seething torrent of white-hot liquid that nearly gagged Carolyn with the
flooding force of his tumultuous dog-orgasm.
"That's it... suck him good! Suck my wonderful animal-lover until he hasn't got a drop
of cum left!"

* * *

Only a few minutes before, Norman had parked in the winding gravel drive of the
lakefront cottage, purposefully stopping fifty yards or so from the carport and switching
off the engine. "They're here, all right. There's Carolyn's car."
Ralph looked gravely serious and his brow was wrinkled with worry and fear. "Are you
sure this is the right thing to do, Norman? I mean, what if the girls aren't interested?"
Norman laughed weakly. He hoped his buddy was not going to back out now... he
finally had him talked into something he had dreamed about in his secret fantasies for
years! He was so close and yet it all hinged on Ralph! "This is the sure way, pal. Listen,
what other choice do you have? I mean, what kind of ideas can you come up with?"
"I don't know, Norm, but it still sounds a bit funny to me."
"Yeah, well just play it the way I suggested. It's time we both realized that we've got a
serious problem on our hands. And unless you want to spend the rest of your life with
just me to look at, you'd better start worrying a little yourself."
"Oh, hell, Norm, I'm worried sick... about Nancy, and that... that dog! I just can't get
that out of my mind! How could she do something like that? That goddamn dogfucking bitch...!"
"Now, there you go again getting all worked up for the wrong reasons. I've told you,
buddy, that we're the ones to blame for all this. It wouldn't surprise me if Carolyn's
been doing the same thing. They have been spending an awful lot of time with that dog
lately, you know. You've got to trust me, Ralph, I've been thinking about this for a long
time and I should have done something sooner."
"What'ya mean, sooner?" Ralph said sorely. "What makes you think my Nancy would
have gone in for something like... well, what we're planning?"
"Aw, I didn't mean it that way, Ralph. I | just mean I feel sorry that I didn't come to
grips with this before. I'm telling you, ol' chum, we've got some amends to make if we
want to keep our wives around... well, I are you ready?"
"I'm ready, but I don't know if they're going to buy it. It sounds too much like
something out of Hollywood to me. Nancy'll never go for anything so immoral..." But
then that burning image of the dog came back into his mind and he bit off his words at
the absurdity of that thought. Norman wanted them to "swing" as he called it. Said he'd
read in a lot of big magazines how dozens of faltering marriages had been saved this
way. Something about curing the boredom of day-to-day humdrum married life. But
Ralph didn't know about all that... and maybe he couldn't have been talked into this
crazy scheme of Norm's if he hadn't knocked back those three bourbons. Oh hell, how
could they mess things up any worse than they already were?
They slipped in through the back entrance with Norman's extra key, their stealthy
approach covered by the lengthening shadows of the pine trees as the afternoon sun
sank behind the ridge of mountains across the still-blue waters of the lake. They
stopped just inside the cottage... there were sounds, strange sounds... and then the
words!
"Suck him till he shoots it in your mouth...!" and then moments later, "That's it... suck
him good!" Ralph detected the look of anguished disbelief on his pal's face, but Norm
was doing his best to hide it... God, he'd prepared himself for the worst, but not this!
That was Nancy's voice and it meant that Carolyn was, my God, sucking that dog's
cock!
"Still sure you want to go through with this, Norm?" Ralph asked softly. His friend
didn't answer but just nodded his head. They moved on quietly toward the bedroom,
and it was the sound of the opening door that announced their arrival. Nancy and
Carolyn each saw their husband's faces staring in shocked disbelief. There on the bed
was Carolyn, a glistening scarlet animal cock buried deep into her gaping mouth, and
then streams of dog-sperm running down her neck and across her naked breasts. Nancy
lay behind her friend, the brunette's middle finger clearly visible to both men with half
its stiffened length imbedded in Carolyn's clasping anus.


Chapter 8

"Norman, wait, I can explain..." Carolyn had recovered her composure faster than her
brunette girl friend and was sitting on the edge of the bed, only her folded arms
covering her lushly ripened breasts. "It's... it's not like it looks," she explained rather
unconvincingly.
"That doesn't make any difference, really," said Norman without a trace of emotion, his
face blank and noncommittal. "Ralph and I knew what had to be done before we came
in here, and that's what we aim to do."
Nancy looked in horrified amazement as Norman started to unbutton his trousers and
then Ralph did the same thing. She first thought they were taking their leather belts out
to beat them, and she felt her stomach knot up in fear at the prospect of lashing leather
across her bare flesh. But no... they were undressing!
"Carolyn, here's your chance!" said the young salesman. "You've always said what a
good-looking man Ralph is. So let's see if you really meant it!" The girls looked
frightened and puzzled until Ralph, caught up now in the spirit of Norman's crazy
scheme, began to pull off his pants... his eyes not on Nancy but on the nakedness of the
tall lithe blonde who was his friend's wife!
Carolyn took the cueing quite easily... she knew crazy Norm better than anybody, and
this' had the makings of something he would dream up. And besides, she knew he'd
been thinking about those wild California swap clubs he liked to read about for months
now. But she didn't care! She was hotter than a firecracker already, and, if this was the
way Norman wanted to play, she could outdo him any day of the week!
"Hurry up then, Ralph!" she throatily exhaled. "I need a cock awful bad! Get naked and
let's fuck!" She heard a gasp of exclamation from her brunette girl friend, but she did
not turn to look at her face. "Hurry! Hurry!" she lewdly taunted, raising her buttocks
now from the bed to obscenely grind them in his direction... Christ, she really was
beautiful! Just like one of those high-paid models! And she was going to be his fuck! To
fuck while Nancy got to watch! And she'd be doing it with his best friend all the while!
"Mmmmmmm, it's a nice one!" Carolyn said teasingly, as Ralph's cock came into view,
casting a wicked glance in Norman's direction. Her husband was taking his time getting
out of his clothes. Wisely, no doubt, as Nancy was still watching numbly, unable to
speak. "C'mon, get between my legs with that big thing!" Carolyn gasped.
Ralph couldn't believe this was happening to him! His brain was swirling in a
befogging blend of alcohol and illicit desire as he crawled between the long and slim
legs of his best friend's wife. He felt her hand reach down to firmly grab his cock and
draw its heavily throbbing head through the flushed heat of her aching cuntal lips,
finally positioning it at the hungrily nibbling mouth of her naked vagina!
"It's in, baby! Now push hard!" she gasped into his face, her arms snaking around his
back to crush his chest tightly against the soft yielding mounds of her nipple-hardened
breasts. Her long trim show-girl legs curled up and over his hips, her heels digging into
his tautly muscled buttocks as she thrust her hotly steaming loins up at him with
wanton lewdness.
Ralph choked out a painful grunt and began to fuck up into her greedily swallowing
pussy channel, long fervent strokes that filled her receptive cunt to greater and greater
depths... Hell, there was no need for any foreplay, she was wetter and slicker than a
whore after a-gang-bang already! He couldn't believe it! He was actually fucking
Norm's good-looking wife, and her husband was right here in the same room! Who
cared if he threw it to Nancy... he was getting] what he wanted, so why shouldn't
Norm? Beneath him, Carolyn's lusciously curved body quivered and trembled, her rock
hard tiny nipples digging into his chest with twin points of delicious pressure! Her soft
warm belly ground lasciviously against his, and her long supple thighs opened and
closed, holding and then releasing him, as the eagerly clasping cuntal muscles of her
vaginal passage literally pulled him into her belly!
"God, it's so good!" he muttered, as much for Nancy's benefit as for Carolyn. He could
see his wife still seated on the far edge of the bed, her hand to her mouth as Norm
undressed her with a knowing leer on his lips. That bothered him a little, but he put it
out of his mind and concentrated on this hot little number here beneath him! Carolyn's
lust-glazed face rolled from side to side and marks appeared on her moist lips where her
sharply-pointed little teeth had bitten them in her wild uninhibited ecstasy.
Across the room, the brunette wife simply couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Don't worry, doll-face. I'll give you some cock of your own in just a minute!" came
Norm's lusting voice from over her shoulder, but Nancy could not take her eyes away
from Carolyn and Ralph... her best girl friend and her husband! Carolyn's arms were
locked passionately around Ralph's neck, her long shapely legs locked tightly up over
his back, their naked bodies lewdly straining and pumping together with a slapping
noise as their bellies ground together in a licentious hunger. Christ, just the sight of
them like this! Never had she seen a man and woman making love... never had she
thought she would want to! But this was so obscenely breath-taking, her heart was
pounding out of her chest! She heard Carolyn's incessant moans into the moistness of
her husband's mouth, and she knew that his tongue was probably shoved halfway down
her girl friend's throat!
Nancy stared with more than a trace of envy... never in their married life had Ralph
fucked her with such wild abandon! She saw his hands slip under the white rounded
ovals of Carolyn's tautly grinding ass-cheeks as he pulled them tighter against him,
ramming the glistening wet length of his cock forward into her clasping pink pussy
with all the strength in his powerful loins. Frenzied beyond all description, Carolyn
drew back her legs farther so that Ralph could drive even deeper into her seething cunt
as her own husband and best friend watched in envied fascination.
"Our turn, baby!" It was Norman's voice, and, when Nancy turned around, her breasts
nakedly exposed, she could see the hugeness of his thick length cock dangling
frighteningly from his hair-covered loins... God, it was so huge! His sperm-bloated balls
hung there between his muscular thighs, and Nancy could see a look of scheming
lechery in his eyes as he gazed down at the full sensuous curves of her bare breasts. He
started to stroke his foreskin back and forth lewdly, his teeth set in a hungry grin. "You
ready, Nancy?... I've waited an awful long time for this!"
"I-I don't know, Norman... I'm so confused by all this. Everything's happening so fast...
and you're so... so big!"
He grinned salaciously, and, with more than a bit of pride, continued to massage the
glans of his cock. "Let it have a little kiss, huh, Nancy? Just to show it you mean
business!"
Perhaps it was the sheer lustful passion that seemed to hang over the room like a cloud,
but something propelled the excited brunette to the edge of the bed where Norman
stood, and she reached out and gently grasped the heated flesh of his solid erection.
Then, not letting herself stop, the trembling young wife leaned close to kiss its turgid
swollen tip, pushing back its heavy foreskin before licking away the seeping white
droplets of pungent moisture, finally laving her warm tongue hungrily over the rubbery
thickness of the bulbous head!
"Man, you're going to be even better than I imagined!" he gasped eagerly. "Get ready,
honey, for some real action! I'll get on the bed and you can get on top, all right?"
Without waiting for an answer, he crawled onto the bed, his long rod of thickening
hardness towering toward the ceiling.
"Norman, no, it's too big for me that way! I'll split open with that huge thing!"
"Oh, no, you'll be fine... now come on over here. This way you can gauge how much
cock you need in that sweet little pussy of yours. Besides, we don't want those two to
do all the fucking, do we?" His voice was hoarse and raspy from his frenzied passion,
and Nancy felt it best to do as he said. She climbed nakedly over him, her simmering
cuntal flesh poised just above the heavy-veined swollen hardness of his jutting cock!
"Well, come on, reach down there and put it in, will you? Have I got to tell you
everything?" Nancy was stung by his harsh tone and embarrassed to hear such talk with
Carolyn and Ralph right here... she was every bit as much a woman as Carolyn
McLaren! She'd show them... she'd show all of them! She grasped the solid rigidity of
his cock and parted her pussy-fringe with it before she finally placed it at the cringing
mouth of her seething young pussy!
An unexpected piercing stab of Norman's hardness expanded the tight elastic-like
mouth of her tight little pussy with a furious thrust that whipped her breath away! He
lunged his hips upward at the same time grasping her hips and forcing her cuntal
mouth down onto his giant impaling cock with sadistic delight. Nancy's first impulse
was to cry, but she stifled the urge with determination.
Norman felt both surprise and disappointment in her silence, for he loved to hear them
squeal like speared pigs when he first rammed into them... and not even Carolyn could
take a thrust like this without begging him for mercy. He'd felt his inflated spongy
cock-head reaming the soft searing walls of her inner vagina and battering all the way
up against her cervix. Still, she'd never made a sound or struggled to get it out of her.
This luscious little bitch was just something else...
Oh damn...! She wouldn't cry out... she just wouldn't, Nancy vowed, determined to
tolerate the shocking agony of his hardness threatening to split wide the excruciatingly
stretched channel between her widespread thighs! If Carolyn could take all of him up
inside of her, so could she... and she'd never give her own husband next to them the
pleasure of hearing her wince in pain from another man's cock! But God... it was so
huge... and hard... and hot...
Christ, what a beautiful fucking bitch. Norm thought in excited surprise. He grasped
her slender waist tighter just above the arch of her white, roundly curved hips and
began to bounce her up and down on his thrusting hardness, relishing the lascivious
sight of her big beautiful breasts jiggling and swaying so erotically before him. He could
hear her breathing increasing as he lifted his hips in matching rhythm to drive his
heavily throbbing cock farther and deeper into the wetly burning hole of her cunt!
"Mmmmmm, it's so deep and hard!" Nancy hissed down at him in glassy-eyed passion
as she clenched her anal and vaginal muscles tightly together, fucking up and down on
his long thick penis with the eager enthusiasm of a teenager. She could feel the heated
fluid of her desire spilling from the inner walls of her cuntal sheath as it bathed her
husband's friend's hardness buried so deep up inside her.
Goddamn, he moaned to himself, how could any one man hope to keep this fucking
woman satisfied! She's got a pussy like I've never felt before! He reached up and
clutched at her erect, hardened-nippled breasts, savoring the feel of the soft resilient
flesh oozing between his fingers. Christ, and to think I've been missing this chance for
years!
Hardly two feet away on the same bed, Ralph ached with the frenzy of their frantic
lewd coupling, but he couldn't have stopped fucking Carolyn if his whole life had been
at stake! God, he had to cum soon... Even as he hammered into the insatiably clutching
cunt beneath him, he glanced surreptitiously at the shameless sight of his young wife
and Norman, she obscenely straddling him like some whore in a sex-circus! God, and
he thought he knew her! He hadn't really known her at all!
"Oh darling, harder!" came Carolyn's rasping cry from below. "Harder!" Ralph
responded powerfully, tearing his eyes from the agonizing sight of his own wife getting
fucked furiously not two feet away and concentrating on the demanding task beneath
him. It was as if nothing could stop Carolyn's race for an explosive orgasm, and Ralph
fucked her like a demon, spreading her legs wide to make it easier to ram his cock-shaft
to the hilt in her hot vaginal sheath.
"Do more... more... shove your finger up my ass! Ahhhh... good, lover... good! Please...
way up!" Carolyn cried out as he slipped his hands beneath the wildly pumping cheeks
of her buttocks and cupped them tightly. He raised them higher off the bed, then
stretched the crevice of her ass-cheeks wider, searching with the tip of his middle,
vaginal-dampened finger for her anus. A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had coated the
smooth widespread cleft, moistening the tiny puckering hole. He pushed hard with the
tip of his outstretched finger, feeling it give almost reluctantly, then suddenly the tight
elastic nether-ring opened before his pressure, and his finger popped smoothly up
inside the soft, rubbery channel, sliding in up to the first knuckle joint.
She gasped out her delight as her voluptuous body jerked forward under him. "Oh
God... it hurts... but – more... more!"
He thrust to the second joint, feeling her legs reflexively jerk out into the air on either
side of his hips.
"Now – wiggle it around inside my ass... and fuck my pussy harder with your cock!"
she gasped lewdly as she skewered her nakedly writhing buttocks back onto his
embedded finger until it was deeply buried in the fleshy hot depths of her anus!

* * *

Volcan watched the writhing bodies on the big double bed with a potent mixture of
eager happiness and sadistic revenge. He supposed he should not feel so neglected.
After all, he was trained to perform... to do his special tricks when his mistress wanted
them for herself or for her friends. But he couldn't help feeling more than a little hurt
and neglected as he sat, virtually ignored, watching the growingly lascivious action there
on the bed. But it was Nancy's smoothly rounded ass-cheeks lifted high up into the air
behind her as she writhed up and down on top of her human lover that seized his
attention... he could clearly see thee man's heavily blood-swollen cock slithering up into
his mistress, but, more importantly, he could see the tiny beckoning little mouth of her
anus there just above where the human was entering his precious Nancy.
What was in his heart as he started for the bed? Maybe it was just animal lust... or
perhaps it was a trace of jealous revenge instead! Nancy rubbed her lusciously swollen
breasts over Norman's chest, licking his extended tongue as he clung to her, coursing
his hot hands up and down the fiery flesh of her sensually-excited body. His pounding
cock was still partially engulfed by her hotly clasping cunt... Christ, how exciting this all
was! It was all so beautiful! And Ralph was so enjoying himself with her best friend...
and she wasn't jealous! She knew it would have to make their lives together so much
better, so much richer. If only Ralph could find it in his heart to forgive her for going
behind his back with Volcan... that was the part that troubled her, for she knew the
double-standard that Ralph, like most men, live by. He might never forget that she had
consciously turned to another for the gratification she should have gotten at home.
Suddenly, she gasped out loud and Norman looked up at her in alarm. "What is it?
Something wrong?" he asked anxiously.
"It's the dog! Look!" Norman craned to see around her nakedly squirming body, and he
saw the hulking figure of the huge dog there on the bed behind her. "No, darling, no...
later, please, darling!" she was muttering embarrassedly, feeling his hotly laving tongue
licking upward through the widely-splayed crevice of her bare buttocks.
"Christ, what's the matter? My God...!" he gasped, as he felt the dog's smooth thick
tongue suddenly run salaciously over the portion of his cock that was outside the young
brunette's clasping pussy channel... "What's he doing!?"
"He wants to fuck me, Norman... He loves me, and he wants me too!"
Norman pondered the situation for a moment and then had a brainstorm that sent a
wave of raging lust pinwheeling through him. He could see it all in his mind's eye
before he opened his mouth. "Lift your ass higher! Get it way up there where he can
see it!" he commanded, reaching around her hips so that he could pull her into the
position he wanted. And then he seemed to be speaking to the dog.
"How about it, big fellow? You don't mind sharing, do you?"
Nancy listened in utter confusion at first, but then, when she felt Volcan's strong
forepaws on her hips and the soft fur of his belly against her buttocks, she could
imagine all to well what it was that Norman McLaren had planned for her! Her huge
animal-lover couldn't fuck her anywhere but in one place... and she shuddered at that
horrifying unnatural thought!
"Get it up there, Nancy! You and Carolyn didn't mind before... I don't mind sharing
you with a big handsome brute like this. C'mon Volcan, let's double-fuck her!"
Nancy's husband could see and hear it all happening, but he could not have torn
himself away from Carolyn if the whole Sixth Fleet had been about to ravish his wife!
He watched the enormous dog mount her from behind, his unbelievably huge tapered
cock thrusting forward with only one place for it to go... that sweet little anus! He hated
to pull his eyes away, but there was just too much passionately writhing flesh here
beneath him to concentrate very long on anything else. His finger was still lodged
skeweringly in Carolyn's own anus, and she was nearly ready to explode as she gasped
her hotly-enflamed breath into his face!
"Oh, please... don't hurt me!" Nancy sounded genuinely anguished as the animal's
searing hardness trailed through the widely spread crevice of her nakedly cringing
buttocks while Norman's thrusting cock bored up into her relentlessly from below.
And, just at that moment, the giant dog found his mark, and Nancy gasped as if an
electric wire had been touched to her cringing anus! She sensed its needle-like tapered
tip catch in the fleshy ring of her rectum and worm up inside the tiny dimple of her
nether mouth! She gasped for a quick breath, but hardly in time! This time, there was
no gentle movement... Volcan humped forward again and again, his hugely throbbing
animal cock grinding up into the tiny, vainly-squirming opening of Nancy's virginal
anus like a pile-driver! A deep growl from his powerful throat reached Nancy as she felt
the tapered length of his massive penis fiercely stretching the channel of her elastically
yielding rectum, worming its way all the way up into her rubbery hot depths.
Her head flailing helplessly from the stabbing pain screeching through her naked
defenseless body, the shocked young housewife uncontrollably cried out at this
inhuman impalement. "Aaaaauuugghh! God... no! You're too big!"
Lurching, she desperately tried to shake the piercing lance of hardness from her
obscenely expanded nether hole, but Norman's sadistically clutching hands at her waist,
along with Volcan's own tightly gripping forepaws, made that impossible! Again, the
desire in the German shepherd's deep growl filled her ears, until, at last, it dawned on
Nancy that there was nothing to do but endure it... both of them, dog and man, fucking
into both her forever-stretched passages at the same time...!
Nancy heard both Norm's lustful grunts and Volcan's deep-chested whimpers as they
humped with spine-shattering rhythm up into the intimate confines of her lewdly
expanded vaginal and rectal channels! Only the intensive flames of passion which
Norm's earlier fucking had set wildly aglow in the pit of her hotly raging belly made it
at all bearable!
And then, the pain began to lessen to a hurtful blend of weird stimulation. She felt a
new sensation of erotic mania creeping over her at the thought of being fucked by a
man married to her best friend and sodomized by her own dog!
Nancy felt her animal-lover's burning hardness rapidly fucking into her rectum,
pushing the spongy resilient flesh of her widely stretching anal channel before it in
rubbery waves as it plunged again and again all the way up into the hotly constricting
depths of her quivering belly! With a savage vengeance, his animal cock ground into
the warm softness between her upraised buttocks, his bloated sperm-filled animal-balls
slapping hard against the flushed, cock-stuffed lips of her cunt below! God, she was
completely skewered on the lust-swollen lengths of their cocks! Impaled by the two of
them at once! And oh how she had loved it!
Whimpering in a crazed, intensely-inciting passion, Nancy tried to move with their
animal-human rhythm. She could see her ripely full breasts dancing beneath her, their
tiny hardened nipples grazing her human lover's chest while her dark hair flailed wildly
in the air as she tossed her head from side to side. My God, their huge cocks were still
growing inside her... growing incessantly up the hotly-inflamed channels of both her
nakedly quivering holes!
Carolyn needed no more than the sight of this incredibly obscene triangle to prod her
over the edge and into the churning depths of her climax. While Ralph's long hard cock
was fucking her vagina, his finger was ramming in and out of her widely-stretched
anus, and she twisted her head to watch... not even seeing that her husband's business
partner was also watching the same lewd sight, his eyes huge and disbelieving!
Ralph could see Norm's big thick cock wetness of his wife's insanely squirming, darkly
fringed cunt while that goddamned dog screwed in and out of her stretched ass-hole
like a rutting bull! Norman looked about to explode with his passion, lifting off the bed
with his every upthrust, raising the lewdly spread mounds of Nancy's ass-cheeks up to
salaciously collide with the frantic pistonings of the sex-charged animal! Damn, the two
of them had her sandwiched between them like a rag doll! And that look on her face...
she was savoring every precious second of it, the dog-fucking slut!
Carolyn covetously stared at the thrusting pair of glistening hard cocks pounding into
her girl friend's rectal and vaginal mouths. The sight of the pink edges of her inner
cunt folds clinging tightly to her own husband's heavy-veined cock enthralled her! But,
even more wickedly exciting was the image of Volcan's scarlet animal-cock wetly
pulling out of her anus, sucking the tight coral ridges of her clasping rectal flesh out
with it and then ramming it all back inside the tautly-clasping velvet sheath of her
rectum!
"Oh... OH! Ralph! Now, now! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!!" Carolyn began to
moan hysterically, as the fury of her first climax in months began to forcefully break
over her loins. Her naked pubic mound bucked against his as they locked onto the
hammering length of his throbbing cock in a frenzied carnal passion. And then Ralph
felt the pressure finally give way in his sperm-loaded balls as the first seething wave of
his orgasmic fury began to race along the blood-distended length of his cock... pause for
a deliciously painful instant at the very tip and then blast into her like the rapid-fire of a
detonating cannon! Again and again he emptied his hotly scalding load into her, and, as
he grunted out the last jerking spasm of his orgasm, his cries of wanton pleasure
seemed to trigger some strangely-linked response in the lewdly First Volcan began to
whimper hysterically until he finally fired his boiling white sperm far up into her
rectum. "Aaaaaggghh! That's it, you wonderful beast! Now! Now, both of you, hard!
I'm cumming! I'M CUMMIIINNNGGG!"
Nancy could feel Volcan's bulleting squirts of animal-cum obscenely flooding her
rectum, and every contraction of his thick cock as it rifled its fiery load of seething
animal-sperm deeply up into the channel of her salaciously-milking anus! Then,
Norman's wildly pulsating cock began to spit its thick jetting streams of sperm up into
the deeper depths of her cunt, churn side-by-side with Volcan's torrid, surging animalcum!


Chapter 9

It was hours later before all of them were awake and moving about – each would doze
softly on a readily-available thigh or breast and then awaken to stir towards the bar or
the kitchen, until, finally, everyone was up and around.
Nancy was the last to leave the big double bed, its sheets cum-stained and crumpled,
but she had been lying awake for a long time before she finally found the nerve to get
up and go in with the others. Ralph was outside on the sundeck, standing alone. Would
he forgive her?!
Sure, he'd been as much a part of what happened here today as anyone, but now, in the
clear-headed quiet of early twilight, what would his reasoning be?
Would he forget this morning? Forget that he had found his wife in lewd coupling with
a dog? Could he just wipe that from his mind like a child cleans a slate? Or would his
male ego keep him from swallowing his pride?
She was putting on her shoes when she saw through the doorway that Ralph had come
in from the sundeck. Norman and Carolyn were cuddled on the living room sofa like a
couple of newlyweds, and she went into the room unsure of what would greet her –
with Volcan at her heels.
"Norman... Carolyn... and Nancy," he said reflectively. "I've been doing a lot of
thinking, and I think I've come up with some ideas that might surprise all of you." Oh
God, here it comes! Nancy moaned to herself.
"Norm," he continued. "What'ya say we take on some new help with the routes. You
can get yourself a trainee to learn the sales end, and I'll get me some smart kid with a
couple of years of tech school background to help me with the paperwork. There's that
empty lot here at the lake that your realtor friend down at the landing had been trying
to unload on me for years. We could build us a nice place right next door... be
neighbors again like when we lived in those awful apartments in town. I don't mean
we'd give up the business, just sort of take it easier from now on. No sense making it all
if we don't live to enjoy it, right?"
"Right, Ralph! Just what I was hoping you'd say. And then the four of us could have
little get-togethers like this more often, huh?"
Ralph nodded sheepishly, trying vainly to look very studious and detached. "Right... the
four of us."
Nancy had stood it as long as she could! She had to know... now! "Uh, Ralph? Just the
four of us?"
He looked at her for a long time, his eyes boring into her very soul. But he smiled
finally and patted Volcan softly on his big furry head. "No, Nancy, the five of us... and a
whole new life ahead for all of us!"


THE END
