A SECRET ANIMAL LOVER
By Ellery King


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of
saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not
even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself
for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those
who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to
consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it
isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary,' should speak for itself.
-The Publisher P.O. Box 494 Sausalito, California


Chapter 1

Mark Williams fumbled through his pockets for the keys to his bungalow before leaving
his car. Traffic in Chicago had been worse than usual, and he was really in no mood for
the small problem he was having in finding the key amid all the loose change and
dollar bills he found he was carrying. He knew his wife, Diane, would have heard his
car drive into the driveway of the plush cabin-motel and would be waiting at the door
for him. At least he hoped she would. It would not surprise him one bit if she had
packed her clothes and gone back to their small home town in Kansas. As a matter of
fact, he almost hoped that she had. This trip was not anything like they had expected it
to be. They had wanted a second honeymoon, and when Mark's company sent him to
Chicago to learn management training, he thought he might be able to mix a little
business with pleasure. Diane had jumped at the chance to get out of the small town,
and Mark was glad to have her along. But now, he really wasn't sure what he wanted.
He found that he was changing his mind. First he would hope she was still there, and
then, a second later, he thought that it might be better if she really had left.
He found his key and cursed softly to himself as he walked to their cabin, lighting a
cigarette against the wind. Lately, he had actually been dreading any confrontations
with his wife. There was no telling what she would do from one moment to he next,
and he had just about reached the limit of his endurance with her. Taking a long drag
on his cigarette as he walked up the sidewalk leading to the front door, he tried to
reason out the problem they were having. For a moment, he smiled to himself as he
remembered a better, happier time. The vision of his twenty-four-year-old wife came to
him, and with it, all the memories of the early part of their one year marriage. He tried
to blot out the awful thought of what had happened with them only last night. Mark
had approached his lush, beautiful blonde wife with all the tenderness and love he felt
in his heart, wishing to express it in the most meaningful and intimate way, but they
had once again been disappointed. Rather than rejection or denial, Diane had acted as
though she was actually bored with him, and she had responded out of her sense of
duty rather than any love she might have felt. Mark had lately found that fucking his
wife was becoming a chore rather than a pleasure, and his mind could not accept this.
Sex with his wife was something that was totally foreign to his nature and desire. He
wished he could think of something, because he loved her more than anything else he
could think of.
It was because of his love for her that he was so at odds with the problem, a problem
that seemed to stem from the fact that his wife had been a virgin when he married her.
Her mother had told her that only when she found the right man would sex be
something wonderful and pleasurable. He had heard her tell him many times that she
had believed her mother, that she had always wanted to save herself for the man she
wanted. Mark wished he could have met her mother, to talk to her and straighten her
out about that idea. Even so, it was mostly out of respect that he had allowed her to
have her way when they were first dating. She had loved her mother so much that it
somehow didn't seem fair to even begin to tell her that her mother was old-fashioned,
that her mother's ideas were no longer necessary. As far as Diane was concerned, the
old woman could do no wrong, and when mother had died, that idea had become even
more entrenched in Diane's mind. Diane could remember the lovely stories her mother
had told her of how she and her husband had met, how they had loved each other at
first sight and how they had never said one unkind word to each other. Diane loved to
hear the stories again and again, and she listened carefully until they had became
engraved in her mind and she could repeat them from memory.
The woman would tell her young daughter how' someday she, too, would meet the
right man, fall in love and live happily ever after, as though she were expecting her
daughter to live in a story-book world.
Diane never forgot those stories, and even though she had dated a lot of boys in college,
she held out for her "Mr. Right". She had developed very early in life, having
blossomed into an exceptionally lovely and voluptuous young lady. She was used to
attracting a great deal of attention and admiration with men, but she remembered her
mother's lessons and had refused their pantings and gropings. Her mother had told her
that most men were after only one thing, and that she would have to protect herself
from them. She would know when the right man came along.
And then she met Mark. As soon as she saw him, she knew that he was different from
all the other men she had been seeing. She could sense something special about him,
something that told her that he was not like all the others. She had just graduated from
college and was working in an insurance company where Mark was the "man on an
upswing". He had all the makings of an executive, and his ready charm and easy smile
had swept Diane off her feet. From her first date with this man, she knew that she
would always love him. She found herself opening up sexually for the First time in her
life, and the feelings gave her sensual fluttering sensations, even though they came from
the most innocent of caresses.
And then one night, one warm summer night, she and Mark were having a picnic in a
field just outside of their town. They had been sitting together, each lost in deep
thought, but the feeling of each other's warmth was making them a little giddy. Diane
was feeling especially close to Mark, and his strength gave her a feeling of protection
that was enhanced by the two glasses of wine she had consumed earlier in the evening.
For some reason she found the feel of his hands stealing over her body delightfully
vivid, thrillingly electric. Her mellow mood and peaceful state made it easy when she
felt him reach back up under her sweater and release the catch on her brassiere, and
when he slid the sweater up to present the white, shimmering mounds of her full,
naked breasts to his hungry gaze, she felt no sense of violation, but rather a sense of
pleasure and delight in the new sensations of excitement and anticipation. Then, she
felt his fingers up under her skirt, sliding over the smooth, silken material of her bikini
panties. A low moan of half-conscious pleasure broke from the young virgin's wetly
parted lips as she felt the first delightful pressure against the sensitive mound up
between her legs and her thighs fell open limply, automatically, to give easier access to
the caressing hands that were sending sharp little darts of wild pleasure through her
fire-washed body. Mark's patient fingers were at the elastic leg band of her panties,
worming under the confining elastic as the tip of his outstretched index finger dipped
like a burning knife into the moistly heated channel of her cunt up between her legs.
Diane moaned with the knowledge that she wanted that finger fucking her deep up
inside her hungry young vagina, wanted to be made love to!
And then she looked over at Mark and saw him burning with love and desire. Her
heart froze within her breast as she saw the look of sheer lust that was twisting his
features, making his handsome dark face look almost like that of a total stranger, and
the things that her mother had told her came flooding back into her memory. Mark
was no different than any other man, and he, like all the others, was after only one
thing.
The frightened young virgin pulled herself away from his grasp and quickly forced her
passion under control. Surprisingly, Mark did not become angry, and she knew that he
was, after all, different. He had always respected her wishes after that, attributing them
to virginal shyness, and he was even touched by the fact that she was so adamant about
waiting until they were married. He had never expected to marry a virgin, but he found
himself delighted by the sound assurance that his wife would have been fucked by no
other man before him, that she would be his alone, pure and chaste.
And then came their, wedding night! Diane had been lost all day in the thought of her
first night with her husband, caught up in a romantic dream world of storybook
pictures, lovely tender words and gossamer flowing white dresses. When they were
finally in the secluded little cabin in the mountains, after the long day and the wild
reception, she was giggly and very excited about what was to happen to her. But there
was something wrong. Mark was drunk! She had never seen him like this. It seemed
their friends had brought every imaginable sort of drug to the party after the wedding,
and Mark had tried a little of everything. He was a monster she had never seen before.
But she decided that whatever happened, she would never forget it. In fact, she had
decided that she would further arouse his passion with a little teasing of her own. The
thought that she could send him insane with her body made her teasingly playful.
Diane dashed into the small bathroom, shivering with excitement, and stood leaning
against the door to keep it closed. She heard Mark call out her name, bellowing like a
sex-starved moose in the darkness of the cabin, and she smiled to herself at the strange
sound and the absurdity of the situation. She did not want to stay in the bathroom, but
she was having too much fun teasing him to move away from the door. She felt the
pressure of the door being pushed open and heard Mark call her again. "Christ, Diane,
what the hell are you doing in there?"
"Just a moment, I'm getting undressed," the giggly young bride said, and then slowly
began to take off her clothes. She found the beautiful pink negligee that she had bought
for this special occasion, and realized that wearing it would probably increase her
husband's passion. She closed her eyes and tried to picture the face of her raging, 
lustdriven husband with this sheer gown to protect her.
She stood for a long moment in her nuptial attire before stepping out of the bathroom
like a lamb to slaughter. She wanted to be taken by him in the most animal way,
wanted to be fucked in a way that would release all the love she had been holding in
her heart for just this moment. Mark's drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took
in the ravishing vision standing before him. He had never seen Diane naked before, and
the thin material of the pink negligee left nothing to the imagination. An inarticulate
animal sound came from his lust distorted throat, and he lurched forward, crushing her
sensually trembling body to him. His saliva covered mouth smashed down on her,
pressing her lips painfully back against her teeth.
Diane cried out in pain and surprise, but Mark heard it as a cry of passion and began to
tug at the sheer gown that stood between him and his goal, finally succeeding in
ripping the flimsy material from her quivering body and ruining it forever. His hand
dropped to her naked breasts and his ovalled lips closed around the tiny virginal tips of
her nipples. She gasped in blissful pain as his teeth sank in tightly against her
unblemished flesh. Diane fought against the pain, fought to understand, and then
suddenly they were on the bed. For the first time since she had left the bathroom she
opened her eyes and forced herself to look, allowed herself to see it... her husband's
erect penis!
It was massive! The virginal bride stared with a horrified fascination at the enormous
thing that she was supposed to take up inside her body. She saw her husband
positioning the obscenely swollen shaft before the tight little virginal opening, and she
knew it would never fit.
"Oh, Mark, please... it's going to hurt. Please be careful!" she squealed to the lust-driven
stranger crouched above her quivering form. And yet, she hoped that it would hurt. She
wanted to experience everything.
And then with an animal groan he drove his wildly throbbing cock into her wantonly
spread young cunt without preparation, without mercy, aware of nothing but his own
need. The impaled young girl's shrill cry pierced into the night, but Mark continued to
ram his long hard penis further and further into her widely stretching cuntal walls with
each stroke, oblivious to the agony he was causing his young bride.
Diane struggled vainly against the pain and shivered in tingling excitement. She
remembered everything her mother had told her about what would happen with her
husband on her first night, and she hoped that it would all come true.
Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure began to radiate out from
her plundered cunt as it became more and more used to the alien presence inside. She
had stopped struggling blindly against the pain and had discovered that it became more
tolerable if she let her inner vaginal muscles relax, and a burning feeling of lust swept
over her, searing lewd associations into her brain. An obscene knowledge of her own
body started to form along with a feeling that she was involved in something passionate
and wanton... and she was beginning to love it!
Mark was both the romantic knight in shining armor and some sex-depraved animal,
and she wanted to shout, to scream for him to continue with the pleasurable
ravishment of her body. She felt the possibility of some great final orgasmic goal within
her and suddenly she was aware that she was feeling something she had never felt
before.
But then suddenly Mark roared and she felt his body stiffen as his wildly jerking penis
grew in spasms up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina, and his cum, hot and
unending, shot up into her, filling her belly with a burning wetness. A compelling
lewdness swept through her hopelessly aroused body, a new feeling that she had never
dreamed possible. At that moment Diane felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss
and she felt she would gladly do anything for the man writhing on top of her if only he
would take her to the peak, if only he would fuck her long enough to make her cum!
She felt hotly alive and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to grind
lewdly upward toward his rapidly fucking cock in an alien, animal way as she reached
for something... some vague promise of cumming.
It was then that Mark grunted and his body relaxed, pressing all his weight drunkenly
onto her nakedly trembling breasts. He heaved one huge sigh, and blissfully passed out
on top of his beautiful young bride, her unfulfilled little belly flooded with his heated
semen.
At last he rolled over and began snoring loudly while the unsatisfied young woman lay
naked and alone on the bed, a great wetness between her thighs and a burning anger
combined with a deep sense of frustration sweeping over her. She was angry and hurt,
knowing that he had failed to satisfy her. She had offered herself freely to him, and he
had used her for nothing but a nameless, faceless receptacle for his hotly flooding
semen. Everything her mother had told her had been promised, and then taken away
from her. She had been given a glimpse of what was possible, but she knew that she
would not be receiving it for that night. She could feel a tear forming in her eye, and
she brushed it away. What was wrong? Was it something she had done? She could not
believe that this was all there was to sex with her husband.
In the passing year of their marriage, Mark had performed very well in bed, as though
he were apologizing many times over for his failure to satisfy her on her wedding night.
She had been pleased to find that there was really nothing wrong with either him or
her, and for a long time, there were no further problems.
But lately, in the last month and a half, the same thing had been happening. Mark
would fuck her in a strange, animal way and leave her unfulfilled. At first she thought it
might be because his job was making him tired, but soon she came to realize that there
was something missing in their marriage. She loved Mark more than anything, but she
began to think that perhaps she had made a mistake in being a virgin when she had
married him. She knew that many of her friends in college had slept with their
boyfriends, and their sex lives were making them very happy. Diane began to think that
perhaps it would be good for their marriage to find out how another man made love.
She had brought up the topic to Mark this morning before he went to his training
sessions, and he had become so angry at the thought that for a moment she was
actually afraid for her life. She had never seen him so jealous before, and she realized
that she had made a mistake in even suggesting something like that. She found that she
was almost completely unable to function during the day, and now that it was time for
Mark to come home, she could feel a tightening apprehension at the possibility that she
would have to face him. She had heard his car driving into the motel parking lot, and
now she was watching him walk slowly up the sidewalk to their front door. She ran her
hands through her hair and smoothed the wrinkles of her dress. Diane wanted to make
sure that she looked her very best when he walked in the front door, hoping that he
would not be as angry with her as he had been when he left for his session that
morning.
Even before he had put his key in the door, Diane opened it for him. She wanted to
show him that even though she might have said something about wanting to know how
another man made love, she loved him more than anything else in the world.
"Well, we're pretty anxious to see our husband, aren't we?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Been thinking about how I might stack up against another man?"
"Mark, please, don't start anything. Dinner is almost ready and you must be tired," she
said, trying to calm the fiery anger she could see burning in his eyes. There was
something in his voice that told her he was in no mood for talking, but she wanted to
try and explain to him that he had not understood what she had said that morning.
"You bet I'm tired. Tired of having you think I'm not good enough for you," he said in
an icy voice that sent shivers along Diane's spine. He reached out to touch her, his
hands beginning to roam over her perfectly molded body, pulling up the edges of her
loose-fitting dress to reveal the full ripeness of her panty-clad hips.
"Mark, not now... not in the living room! You just got home. We can talk about this...
Please!" she pleaded vainly, trying to squirm away, her honey blonde hair falling over
her face.
"Just be quiet, Diane!" her husband commanded sternly and with a coldness she had
never heard from him before.
He pulled her dress over her head and threw it angrily to the floor, then unfastened the
straps of her bra. For a moment he stood before her, staring at her soft white breasts,
but when she started move away, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. "Just
stand there and be still, goddamnit," he snapped with a fury that made her freeze in her
step.
The jealous young husband pulled her against the wall and shoved his hands under the
tight elastic waistband of her silken panties and rolled them over the ripe curves of her
hips until she was completely naked, her satiny flesh shining lustrously in the evening
sun. Diane stood perfectly still facing her husband, afraid to say anything for fear of
what he might do.
Mark gazed at her for a long moment, his breath hissing in his throat as the full impact
of his wife's sensual beauty burned on his brain. His excited eyes moved lustfully over
her lush ripeness, drinking in the delicate shading of the curves and hollows of her long
alabaster thighs reaching up to the finely molded hips and luscious proud breasts. She
was the most sexually exciting woman he had ever seen, and looking at her now, he
seethed with anger at the thought that she might want to offer her body to another
man. She was his, and he intended to make her very aware of that fact.
Mark slowly let his hands follow his eyes and trailed them hotly down his wife's
quivering body, his fingers sliding slowly along her trembling thighs and easing gently
back and forth along the soft crevice between them. His hands pressed upwards,
travelling cautiously, tracing a slowly narrowing circle over the milky-white flesh until
with a sudden electric contact they brushed against the first softly curling hairs of her
pubic mound.
Despite his bluntness, Diane found that she was responding to the sensations sweeping
through her body. Her pelvis jutted forward in a sensual reaction to his exploring hand.
The young wife closed her eyes and willed her legs open as she pressed her buttocks
against the wall for support.
Mark withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage prematurely. His strong
hands reached around her and slid under her softly curving hips, cupping her satiny
buttocks and caressing them until they began to flex around in a slow, sensuous circular
motion.
Diane was delighting in her reactions. Maybe it was because it was in the living room,
but she wasn't sure. And she didn't care. It felt so good, so wonderful! She had lost all
control. Her breath caught in her throat and her mind was reeling under the
maddening ecstasy of her husband's touch! Once more his hands slid upwards and
moved with a sudden directness to her softly curling pubic hair, his warm palm
pressing flat against the moistly throbbing flesh of her vaginal mound, his masculine
pulse merging with the rhythmic beat of her throbbing cuntal lips up between her legs.
He felt no resistance and gently pressed his outstretched middle finger up between her
sensitive cuntal lips, sending a spasmodic wave of bliss through the young wife's love
hungry, trembling body.
"Ohhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhh..." Diane moaned, hardly able to believe it was her own
voice that was gasping out the lewd moan of sensual pleasure.
Mark began to move his middle finger in a slow, teasing, circular motion up inside the
wetly gleaming channel of her pussy in ever widening sweeps, spreading the moist
tendrils of her pubic hair and stroking the pulsing lips of her blood-swollen cunt.
Working upwards, his fingers finally came into contact with her erect little clitoris.
"Ahhhh God! Ooooohhhh..." Diane moaned, her mouth falling slackly open. Her long
legs bucked up from the delightful thrill of his touch as he teased his finger over the
vitally sensitive little tit of her vagina, driving bolts of pleasure through his wife's now
sensuously twitching body. It was incredible! Mark felt the hot center of her loins
flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck her. His eyes stared at the enticing pinkness
of her openly receptive pussy, fascinated by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy
collar around the faintly contracting petal shaped vaginal hole. The sight of her tender
delicate pink folds was driving him wild with passion.
He knew he was close with her but still not there, and a part of his rational mind kept
warning the young man to control himself. But the thought that she might think that
another man could do things to her that he could not drove him insane with passion.
The last spark of reason was suddenly drowned in a flood of ungovernable lust as he
looked down at the mouth-watering feast spread open before him.
"So you want something new, eh?" he said as he fell impulsively to his knees before his
nakedly standing wife and buried his head between her widespread thighs, shooting his
tongue snake-like into the warm depths of her cunt.
"Aaaaaaiiiieeee! Oooooohhhh!" Diane moaned as she felt the first searing contact of
Mark's long wet tongue against her helplessly open vagina. She looked down in
horrified disbelief as the obscene spectacle of her husband's dark hair rammed lewdly
between her thighs. She could not believe that he was so depraved as to think that she
had meant that she wanted something as depraved and perverse as this and she
desperately tried to squirm free, but she was held against the wall by her husband's
vise-like grip while his tongue snaked up into the naked curls of her fearfully cringing
vagina, wide open now to his perverse attack. "No... don't... please don't do that to me!
It's so ugly... oh, please!" she sobbed as he stabbed his long tongue wetly up into her
defenseless cunt mouth. Diane struggled to free herself, seeing her husband turning
into some sort of debased animal, some sort of monster that she had never seen before.
She had no understanding of what was driving him to such perversion. "Why do you
have to humiliate me like this? Why must you ruin everything for us?"
At last the young wife managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and yank his obscenely
dripping face from between the wetness of her cringing thighs. In an instant she had
slipped from his iron grip and had moved quickly to the side. She looked down at him,
still kneeling, his face towards the wall.
"You don't understand. You really don't understand, do you?" she screamed as she ran
to their bedroom and locked the door behind her, throwing herself in almost silent sobs
onto the bed.
Mark rose slowly to his feet and walked to the bedroom door.
"Diane, let me tell you that if you're even thinking of letting another man fuck you, you
can forget it. If you can't fuck your husband, I don't think you can fuck anyone!"
Through her sobs she heard him walking through the house and slam the door as he
left. Then she heard the car driving out of the driveway, and she felt the icy chill
loneliness, as though he had left her forever.
"Oh God," the confused young wife groaned. "What can I do? How long can we go on
like this?"
She loved Mark, loved him more than anything else in the world, but she knew that she
could never make him understand that it was not his fault that he was not satisfying
her. It was her own lack of experience. But there had to be a way. As long as he
thought that he was incapable of satisfying her, he would continue to act as depraved
and obscene as he just had. The thought that she had to do something to save her
marriage kept creeping into her mind, and the only way she could save it was to take
another lover, someone who could satisfy her curiosity about what it was like to be
loved by another man. She found the thought repulsive, but there was no other choice.
And she knew that her husband would never believe her if she just told him that she
had done it. He would have to see her in the arms of another man. It was the only way
out.
Her thoughts drifted to her mother and of all the things she had been told by the wise
woman. Making love with the right man was a beautiful experience, but after a while
there were no surprises left. Then she remembered that even though her mother had
told her that sex was wonderful with a husband, she was an only child. If her mother
had loved her father so much, she would have had more children. But she hadn't.
Diane began to think that what was happening to her marriage had happened to her
mother's. Her mother and father had simply grown bored with each other.
At least now, the times were different. In a small Kansas town, a married woman taking
another lover would have caused a scandal that no one would be able to live down.
Here in a large city like Chicago, it would be considered a matter of course.
That was it! Diane resolved that she would have to prove to her husband that she loved
him, loved him enough to actually let another man take her to bed, and the only way
she could prove that was to make him watch.
A smile came to her lips as the thought of adultery burned in her mind. She wished
that there were some other way, but she knew that there wasn't. What was it that he
had said just before he left? If she couldn't fuck her husband, she couldn't fuck anyone?
Well, she would show him. She would prove to him that she was as much a woman as
she had been when they were first married.
Pulling her thoughts together, she rose from the bed and took several deep breaths,
collecting her thoughts and wondering what she could do to put her plan into action.
She knew that the only way to relieve the pain in her heart was to prove to herself that
Mark was the only man she would ever need. But she would never be able to believe
that until she allowed another man to do that thing which she had never dreamed
possible. She decided that perhaps she could use a swim. After all, they were paying for
its use. And maybe the swim would clear her mind and offer her another solution to
her problem. As she changed into her swimsuit, she began to think that she would just
put every thought out of her mind and think about it later.


Chapter 2

"Are you ready yet?" asked Alan Roberts as he re-entered the living room. Karen, his
twenty year old blonde sister, pulled herself away from the window where she had been
watching Mark Williams racing to his car. She could see by his masculine walk that he
was a very exciting man, and she would really like to invite him to her own bungalow.
He seemed as though he would be a lot more fun than the stiff-necked people who
lived in the motel.
"I was just watching the man that moved into the cabin on the other side of the pool,"
Karen said as she looked at her brother. "If you would pay a little more attention to the
people that come in and out of this place, you might have noticed his little wife."
Alan walked to the window and looked out at the empty pool as he talked to his sister.
"For your information," he said casually, "I have noticed her. I think she might make a
nice addition to any film I make. A very nice addition indeed," he said thoughtfully.
"It's just too bad that they don't seem to be as free and open about sex as we are."
"If you had half the talents you say you have, you would be able to show her that she is
but just doesn't know it."
Alan turned to face her, his face clouded with a rage he was finding harder and harder
to control. He did not like the suggestions she had been making lately that he was not
the 'ladies man' he thought he was. He prided himself on the fact that his films
contained scenes with women who never dreamed that they could do the things he
asked them to act in. The Roberts had encountered no end of difficulty finding a place
to live that allowed them the freedom they felt necessary. In addition to their dog,
which went with them wherever they went, they needed a place that was big enough to
have a dark room. They also felt that they had to be careful about who they made
friends with. There were a lot of people who felt that their sexual activities were not
welcome. The tall, slender blonde moved away from the window and walked to their
dog, a collie they had affectionately named Abdul. She began to pet the large animal as
she watched her brother stare out the window.
Alan was feeling very comfortable in his position as a carefree young man. His father
had been one of Chicago's wealthiest real estate dealers before he had died, leaving his
son and daughter with a huge fortune, a fortune that Alan found he could live from
without doing a day's work. Both Alan and Karen were used to the finer things in life,
having been given anything they ever asked for, and now that they no longer had to
ask, they found that they could buy those things that were not given. Alan was very
pleased with the way things had worked out for him. He knew that if his father had
ever realized what was going on between him and Karen, he would have been cut off
without a red cent. Alan found that his father's death had hardly made any impression
in his feelings for the old man, but when he learned that he and his sister were named
in his father's will, he was actually glad that the man had died. He rarely saw him
anyway, and felt no personal loss at the man's passing.
Once their father had died, Alan and Karen found that living in the old man's huge
house had been more an inconvenience than a luxury, so they sold it and moved into
the city, taking up permanent residence in the plush motel. Despite the restrictions of
loneliness, the setting provided him the freedom to peruse his interests.
Never having had to work for a living, Alan had developed a deep interest in
photography, and with the help of his sister, Karen, had gone to great length to capture
the bizarre on film. Karen was as sexually free as he was, more so at times, and he
found that there were a great many people who would pay good money to see her on
film. She had become his greatest subject, and lately, he had found that their dog,
Abdul, made an interesting addition to his films. He had trained the dog to have a
preference for human females, something that Karen found very much to her liking. In
fact, she had often remarked that Abdul was a better lover than most men she knew,
Alan included. She was as jealous of the dog as most other wives were of their
husbands, and she was becoming more and more reluctant to share him with their
friends at the orgiastic parties the couple was fond of hosting. Alan didn't care. As long
as she would perform for him and allow him to film her a often as was necessary, she
could do anything she wanted.
Alan was about to turn from the window when he spotted the bikini clad form of Diane
jumping into the pool. His eyes almost left his head as he noticed several strands of her
pussy hair teasingly curled out from under the leg band of her bikini. He pursed his lips
and shook his head.
"That's one hot little cunt that moved in across the pool," he mused, as much to himself
as to his sister. "I could really enjoy getting into her tight little pussy."
Drawing the curtains, he finally managed to pull himself away from the window. His
longish black hair curled slightly around his neck, and his deep brown eyes had a false
warmth that put other people at ease. He smiled over to his sister. She was two years
younger than Alan, only twenty, but there were times when she seemed to be a great
deal older. She, unlike her brother, was remarkably fair, with creamy, alabaster skin and
long silky blonde hair. Alan had always thought that his mother had taken another
lover and Karen was the result. Perhaps that was why she never seemed to be anything
like his father or him, Alan reasoned. There was a sensual, mysterious quality about her
that did not at all match the finely chiseled features of her body. She was a woman of
blatant contrast, offering to whoever watched her the choice between a finely refined
woman and a lusty girl who would do anything with anyone. That was why she was so
popular on film. Men watching her could make her into anything they wanted. Karen
looked over to her brother.
"You keep saying things like that, but I'll bet you never even make a pass at her. You're
too content with watching me fuck Abdul," she said in an offhanded manner.
"And I suppose you think you really want that husband of hers?" he shot back. "As
long as you have Abdul, you can't think of anything else."
"I won't have you talking about Abdul that way," she said defensively, stroking the
large dog as if to soothe him from what her brother was saying. "What I like is my own
business. As long as you get to make your movies, what do you care?"
"I don't care," he answered. "I'm just beginning to think that maybe we should include
a little fresh blood in the films. You can't last forever, you know."
"Don't tell me that you're thinking of getting that new couple to star in one of your
films," Karen said as she vainly tried to keep herself from laughing. "I can tell just by
looking at them that they're members of the 'straight and narrow path' club. You have
to remember, not all people are as free about sex as our friends. Besides..."
"Quiet... I'm trying to think," Alan cut her off. "What can we lose by sending out a few
feelers, just to see what they think? We might even make a little money on the deal. I
have some connections that would pay a great deal of money for a filmed orgy with
Abdul, and I'm always looking for new people."
"Talk, talk, talk," taunted Karen as she continued to stroke the contented collie. "All
you do is play with words. I'd like to see a little action."
Alan managed to control the mounting anger he was feeling at his sister's words.
Taking a deep breath, he felt a seething rage flow from his body.
"How about a little bet?" he asked Karen. "I'll get that hot number up here if you
arrange it so I can film you and her husband."
Karen stopped stroking Abdul and thought about the proposition. She had been
thinking about trying to seduce the handsome new resident ever since she had seen
him. Something like what her brother was proposing might make things a little more
interesting.
"It's a deal," she said, looking directly at her brother's eyes.
Alan was looking at his sister, but he was really thinking about getting into the tight
little cunt of the young woman across the pool. He could feel his cock lurching in his
pants just from thinking about her. Ordinarily his sister was the best lay he could think
of, but lately she had come to prefer Abdul to him or anyone else. He had tried to
threaten her by saying that he would kill the dog if she showed too much interest in
him, but she knew that without the dog, his films would never sell, and in the end, his
threats had fallen on deaf ears. She was not a woman who could be told what to do,
and Alan found that in the long run, it was easier to let her have her own way.
With a sigh of finality, he decided that it was time to get down to the business at hand.
"Isn't it about time we started filming?" he mentioned to change the subject. "I want to
use what's left of the sunlight for this."
"I'm ready whenever you are," she said, returning her gaze to Abdul, who was sitting
patiently waiting for his chance to hump his master's sister.
Alan moved away from the window and walked to his equipment. He looked through
the viewer to make sure that everything was in place. He was going to be in on this
one, and there would be no room for mistakes. Checking the light and positioning of
the automatic movie camera, he started the sound recorder. Everything was working
perfectly, just as he knew it would be. When it comes to making films, he thought, I
really know what to do.
"I'm going to share in the fun for this one," he said as he began to remove his clothes.
Karen shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself," she said. She tried to sound casual, but
Alan had to laugh in delight as his beautiful sister tore frantically at her clothes. He
knew that this thing she had for Abdul was stronger than any dope habit he ever had!
He watched in undisguised enjoyment as more and more of her beautiful body came in
to view. Jesus, she was beautiful! Karen had her blouse off and was fumbling behind
with the clasp of her brassiere. It finally came loose and she flung the flimsy halter away
from her impatiently, allowing her high, full breasts to swing free. Her brother took in
the lush ripeness greedily, watching her as the tiny nipples instantly leapt into erection.
The almost silent sound of the movie camera told him that he was capturing her every
movement on film, and judging from the expression on her face, he could tell that he
was about to make one hell of a movie.
She kicked free of her skirt as it fell to the floor in a loose pile around her ankles and
she was now wearing only her skimpy bikini panties.
Alan watched avidly as her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband and in one smooth
motion pulled the flimsy briefs down to her ankles. When she straightened up again,
she stood before him completely naked, attempting to hide nothing from either the
camera or his gaze. Her skin was a rich creamy color, set off by the perfect triangle of
sparse blonde pussy hair over her pubic area. With every movement the sleek muscles
of her belly and thighs rippled sensuously, causing the light to play in ever changing
patterns over her voluptuous body.
Alan was never able to hold back a gasp of awe as he beheld his sister in her nakedness.
She was all any normal man could ever want, and Alan, who had fucked her many
times, never liked to consider himself a normal man. It had been one of the greatest
pleasures to turn his sister into a lustful, sex-hungry woman for his films, and he prided
himself on the fact that he was able to do the same with almost any woman. He
wondered if he hadn't gone too far with Karen, though. After all, she did prefer Abdul
to him. Well, he would let her have her fun, and soon enough he would be fucking that
hot little number across the pool like she had never been fucked before. Alan's thoughts
were interrupted by Karen's voice: "You want Abdul to fuck me now? Please, let him
fuck me right now."
Alan wasn't sure if she was saying those things for the film or because she really meant
them, but he decided that he would play along.
"You mean the both of us, don't you, baby? You mean me and Abdul together, right?"
he said in a jeering voice.
"That's right, but what are we waiting for?" she demanded impatiently.
"You'll get what you want," Alan said. He knew she was waiting for him to command
the dog to mount her, but first things first, the depraved young man reasoned,
motioning her to him and settling comfortably back in a chair. "Suck, baby," he
commanded as he pointed to his long thick rod and grinned lewdly at her.
A look of lust passed over Karen's beautiful face. She'd sucked his cock many times
before and had always found it enjoyable. Now the thought that she was going to be
fucked from both ends filled her with an excitement that she had not had in a long
time. Besides, the near prospect that the young girl would soon be fucked by the large
collie had taken hold of her mind, and she found that she was losing control.
She bit her lip and walked slowly, seductively, across the room toward her brother. She
heard her breath coming in short quick gasps and for a brief moment wondered how
they had come to this perversity in their relationship. Was it all his fault? Was it hers?
It didn't matter. She loved what was about to happen to her and the only thing that
mattered was that she could once more feel her beloved Abdul's long hot dog-cock
inside her feverishly throbbing pussy. She dropped to her knees before her brother, her
face now a mask of passion. Alan straightened his legs as she approached, and spread
them apart so she could move between them, sliding down in the chair so that his
buttocks were resting on the forward edge.
As Karen crawled between his knees, Alan tangled his hands in her long blonde hair
and gently pulled her head down, grinding his crotch against her face so the young girl
could feel his hardened erect penis pressing forward toward her full, ripe lips.
"Put it in, baby," her brother hissed through clenched lips. "Take my cock and suck it
until I cum all the way down to your beautiful hot little belly."
The young blonde hurried to do so, anxious to please him and herself as well. She
began to skin back the thick fleshy shaft so that the lust-swollen head popped out from
the thinly covering foreskin a few scant inches from her eyes. Then his fingers were at
her lips prying them open so that the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly
against her teeth. With a shudder, the nakedly crouching girl stared down the entire
length of his long rigid penis. She had forgotten how huge it was. It was incredibly
large!
The luscious girl hesitated for a moment, delighted at the thought that her mouth was
to be used as a hungry receptacle for cum by her brother. He noticed that she had
slowed her movements, and he twisted her hair again. As her mouth automatically
opened, the thick pole of hot flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth.
She could feel the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid
seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with a warm pungent
masculine taste.
Alan's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his eagerly throbbing cock fucking
wetly in and out of the kneeling young woman's mouth with a lewd, wetly echoing
sloshing sound as he guided her head with his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. He
leaned down to watch the puffing of her cheeks as he pushed his lust-thickened cock far
up between her ovally clasping lips, his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as
he rammed it deeper up into her hand trapped face. It was an exciting pleasure – the
hard-boiled bitch being held tightly between his two hands while his saliva-glistening
penis fucked its way in and out between her straining red lips, causing her to groan in
submission between his legs below. Then he looked up and made a signal with his head
to the huge collie.
"Okay, Abdul," he grunted. "Let's see you climb on top of that big beautiful naked ass
and fuck the hell out of her hot little cunt!"
The dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few minutes. He had gotten to his
feet in excitement as Karen began undressing, the sight of her beautiful naked body
causing the blood to begin rushing through his veins in tingling anticipation. He had
mounted her many times before, and he was becoming impatient with having to wait.
He wondered in his animal mind if he would once again have the chance. But he knew
he must wait for a signal. His master had trained him long ago to remain still, ready
and waiting until the order was finally given. But it was difficult, and his front paws
shifted excitedly, his ears slanting alertly forward as small whining sounds came from
his massive throat.
The dog watched, perplexed, as Karen crawled between his master's legs, and he knew
that it could only mean he would have a longer wait than he wanted. The sight of her
swelling white buttocks pointed back in his direction was almost more than he could
stand. He could see the soft tuft of hair high up between her thighs that masked his
hoped-for goal, and his sharp nose detected the faint odor of musky feminine arousal
juices coming from those familiar depths.
And then, finally, the signal! The big animal heard his master's passion-distorted voice
urging him on towards the swelling half-moons thrust back towards him in open
invitation.
Abdul moved slowly forward, knowing just what was expected of him. He moved up
behind the laboring girl, his head extending cautiously as he pushed his nose up
between the nakedly crouching blonde's firm white thighs. Karen's entire body
shuddered as she felt the first long-hoped-for, wet touch against her waiting nakedness.
Alan also waited in expectation. The full length mirror on the other side of the room
gave him a perfect view of his sister's voluptuously raised buttocks and he watched
avidly as he pet approached closer and closer. Karen started to mumble some words of
encouragement to the dog around the thick shaft of Alan's cock and for a moment he
felt the pressure lessen around its bloated length.
"Keep sucking, Karen," he commanded, delighting in the fact that for a while he was in
command of the situation. He grinned in triumph as she obediently went back to her
slave-like sucking, looking lecherously down as his long hardened penis continued to
fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused
his loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as though he were sinking the
full length of his monstrous rod all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to
disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch showed white and
glistening, protruding from between her lips.
Alan looked back up at the mirror just in time to see Abdul's thick tongue snake out
and lick wetly up the wide split crevice between Karen's buttocks, the tip burrowing
slightly into the tiny ring of her anus. The kneeling girl's body jerked as if from an
electric shock as the hot dog-tongue dug into her most sensitive flesh. Then Abdul
began to lap the narrow pink slit up between her thighs in earnest. He ran his tongue
wetly the full length of it, from the tiny sensation-bud of her clitoris, up the fluted pink
edges of her cunt and over the tightly puckered anus. His great tongue spread through
the soft hair-covered swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly
between the girl's widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into the
quivering vaginal opening. Karen's whole body was trembling in wanton excitement
and Alan could feel her mouth tightening in spasmodic rhythm around the head of his
swollen hardness as she began to put her whole heart and mouth into the sucking of his
cock.
The lust-maddened girl started to moan incoherently, the sounds bubbling out
obscenely and wetly from where her lips clasped tightly around Alan's throbbing cock.
All the while the giant dog-tongue continued to thrust relentlessly up Karen's moistly
spread cunt, and she reached desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory
globes of her buttocks in order to give the salivating beast full access to her tiny
sensitive anal ring.
He tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the giant animal began to
crowd in hard against her. What he wanted was plain, and the moaning girl obediently
raised her naked asscheeks even higher, bending before the panting dog in abject
surrender while her face remained firmly anchored to her brother's huge penis that
fucked relentlessly in and out of her mouth.
Alan watched spellbound in the mirror as his huge pet mounted Karen's passionately
offered buttocks and locked his powerful forelegs around her slender waist. Dripping,
the glistening long scarlet penis slipped from the hairy sheath under the animal's belly,
the tapered point slipping and dancing into the hot, wet cuntal crevice below as the dog
trembled and jerked, trying to bury his gleaming shaft in the kneeling girl's body.
Sobbing in desperation, Karen shifted her round buttocks in a half-crazed effort to
capture the lengthening dog-cock, trying to sheath the scarlet organ in her tightly
contracting cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find a momentary haven in her
anus, then attempted to enter. But Karen gave a little cry and tensed her rectal mouth
automatically to evade the sliding prod. Having tasted success, Abdul returned
immediately to attack and thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along the
entire length of her wetly heated cuntal channel. The hot scarlet of the jabbing canine
penis contrasted lewdly with the fever-pink of passion-inflamed genitals of the young
girl as her cuntal lips spread open under the relentless pressure of the still unhoused
dog-cock rubbing so madly between them.
In final desperation, Karen reached back with one hand to grasp the slippery organ and
guide its heavily throbbing tip to the thin, vertical little opening on her moistly
pulsating vaginal slit. Sensing victory Abdul rammed forward, parting her pussy lips
wider and wider with each forward thrust of his long, thick animal penis. Alan watched
in awe as the huge collie humped wildly and buried his huge red shaft deep up into the
squirming girl's hotly grasping cuntal passage. The massive organ slithered forward
with a rush until it was sunk to the hilt, the hairy balls swinging below in the open
space created by her wide-spread thighs.
Karen gave a low moan of blissful release as Abdul began fucking rhythmically into her.
The quivering girl undulated her naked buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to
the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was contorted in
rapture, and her large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time
to the dog's skewering cock, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh, burying itself
deep up into her warmly engulfing belly.
Each powerful thrust from the slaving animal behind rammed the girl's lewdly writhing
body forward onto Alan's lust-swollen cock. The girl's passion-drugged mind began to
wander. Nothing mattered but that wonderful long animal penis fucking up into her
burning pussy and her brother's hotly pulsating cock in her mouth, sucking and licking
it until he came. The submissively kneeling girl began sucking to please, running her
tongue wetly around and around the desire-swollen shaft and flicking her tongue tip
teasingly into the tiny open slit at the end of the smooth, rubbery head. She could feel
his penis throbbing as if it had a life of its own, and she knew it would erupt any
moment into a great gushing fountain of white hot cum that would spurt into her
mouth and throat in a never-ending stream. Then she would concentrate on the
incredible sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her animal lover behind.
Karen's head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking to
draw the thick milky semen from it as her brother twisted and groaned above her,
raining obscenities down on top of her blonde head and watching with delight the
stretched oval of her full young lips straining at his penis as though it were a popsicle.
The girl worked on and on, pinned between the two rutting males, the man in front
and the dog behind, the very helplessness and humiliation of her position beginning to
cause strange masochistic sensations to grow erotically in her churning belly.
Alan's face writhed in pleasurable agony as Karen's tongue made the head of his cock
jerk and throb like some chained animal wanting to be free. He watched hypnotized as
the flesh of her lips was pulled out grotesquely on the outstroke, clinging to the saliva
coated shaft of his penis as she sucked hungrily, all her concentration now on the task
before her. Looking over his sister's laboring shoulders, Alan stared with obscene
delight into the wild animal eyes of his own dog as it fucked relentlessly into the
spasming female body before him. It was almost as if his wildly pulsating cock in her
mouth was somehow connecting him to the unnatural coupling of his sister and dog
and an obscene thrill shot through his mind.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it," he hissed, closing his eyes and pretending for the moment that
it was the honey-blonde across the pool who was hunched like this before him.
Goddamn, he'd like to have her here, ramming it deep into her little throat. By God,
he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her and then pump his
cum down her throat, filling that little belly of hers until she burst.
Without warning, Alan's pelvis began pistoning wildly, each tremor ramming his long
rigid cock deeper and deeper inside Karen's voraciously sucking mouth. The gasping
girl could feel his lust-thickened hardness throbbing against her cheeks and tongue, and
she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth!
And she wanted it. She wanted to swallow every delicious drop as she sucked hungrily,
desperately, her mouth salivating as it never had before, while sharp bolts of forbidden
pleasure shot upwards from her animal-filled cunt.
Her brother groaned above her, flailing his head and ramming deep into her throat,
while he held her lust-controlled face in the prison of his hands. Suddenly his cock
began to jerk and a second later it spewed gushes of thick white cum deep into her
throat. Karen groaned as she continued to suck and her Adam's apple bobbed quickly
up and down, trying to keep pace with the spewing sperm that jetted rhythmically into
the warmly gulping confines of her mouth. Clasping her lips like a tight little elastic
ring around the ejaculating member, the beautiful young woman swallowed madly,
swirling her tongue around and around the swollen cock head. She wanted to suck him
dry, to empty him. His groans of pleasure spurred her on to greater effort. It went on
and on and she thought it would never end, until finally the hands clamped at the sides
of her head fell away, and the giant throbbing cock gave one last spurt and slipped
loosely from her cum-flooded mouth.
Karen went completely out of her mind now that she was able to concentrate on the
wild sensations that Abdul's cock was pounding into her. Looking back over her
shoulder at the hunching animal, the wildly excited young beauty called back lewd
exhortations.
"Ahhhh! Fuck harder, faster! Come on, darling, fuck your Karen... cum in me... I want
to feel your beautiful hot animal cum...!"
The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating lust
deranged flesh that begged to be subjected. She was revelling in being screwed by this
panting beast and fucking back at him like a wanton whore, even if it was in front of
her brother and the camera he had running, and she ground her body back against his
hairy jerking loins like another animal.
Alan continued watching the salacious spectacle in fascination, his thick depleted cock
lying limply on his thigh. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the
girl's nakedly rotating buttocks and they glistened in the light as they ran slowly down
the backs of her straining thighs.
Suddenly the unmistakable signal of sensual fulfillment sprayed through Karen's
seething loins like the prickling of a million needles, gnawing at the base of her belly
with the lewd promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. The sex-maddened girl moaned
helplessly as she neared the jagged edges of her mounting climax and rammed back
even harder onto the long wet cock that fucked mercilessly into the gratefully devouring
little hole up between her wildly bucking thighs.
Abruptly the passion-stunned girl raised her head to wail out a guttural animalish groan
from deep in her throat. Her glazed eyes grew large and unseeing.
"Ahhhhh, ooooohhh, God, lover, I can't stand it! Oh God, fuck me, fuck me with your
beautiful cock!"
Then her voice died in a strangled mixture of sobs and sighs as the first wild spasms of
her orgasm struck, and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against
the raging dog-cock in a desperate lunge. Abdul responded with a heavy forward cunt
reaming stab just as his huge hardened cock began to jerk around up inside her
hungrily convulsing young belly and spew its hotly foaming animal sperm in liquid jets
up into her contracting cunt.
Again the sex-maddened girl screamed out, her tautened buttocks reacting convulsively
to the lewd animal explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was flailing
wildly in her final bliss and her blonde hair whipped from side to side in a cloud. A
lewd combination of human-animal liquid passion trickled warmly from the nakedly
kneeling girl's still sucking cuntal mouth and dripped in white pools onto the floor
below her. Then the exhausted girl groaned softly and fell forward onto the carpet,
Abdul's softening penis slipping loosely from her flooded cunt with a lewd wet sound.
For a moment, the huge dog hovered over her, panting to catch his breath and then his
massive head lowered and he began licking the remnants of cum from the girl's still
spastically twitching young tender buttocks. Karen made low, throaty moans as she felt
the hot tongue worming its way between the valley of flesh formed by her still
quivering thighs.
And then the room was still except for Karen's exhausted panting. With a surge of will,
she pulled herself from the floor and walked over to the camera. Placing her lips close
to the still humming machine, she raised her head and looked directly into the lens and
carefully mouthed a crude 'fuck you' to the camera.
"Perfect. The absolute perfect ending," Alan said, switching the camera off. "The perfect
ending to a really great film. Better than if you had actually said the words. And now,
what shall we do about getting that couple across the pool in here?"
For a long moment, Karen was silent, still trying to catch her breath. Then she looked
at her brother.
"Why don't you concentrate on the wife, and leave the husband to me. I think it would
work better if we worked separately rather than as a team."
"Sounds good to me," said Alan ruefully. "Only let me know when you plan to have
him here. Even if he doesn't want to be in the movies, I want him on film. It could be
even more fun if he doesn't know."
Karen smiled and nodded. "Same thing for the girl too, I suppose," she said.
Alan nodded silently as he pulled the film out of the camera and went into the
darkroom to develop it. Left alone with Abdul, Karen found that a lewd smile was
coming to her face.
"I think she could really get to like you," she said to the large dog. "Especially when she
learns what a lover you can be."


Chapter 3

Mark was sitting in the session room of the large insurance training center, but it was
impossible for him to concentrate on the lessons being given. He found that his mind
kept drifting to the argument he had had with Diane the night before. For the first time
since they were married, they had slept in separate beds, each feeling that it would be
better to avoid the other. He sat with the tip of his pencil lightly touching his lips,
trying to think of a solution to the problem of their marriage. He felt that it might have
helped if he and Diane had talked to each other before he came to the session this
morning, but the door to her bedroom was still closed and locked when he had left. He
had made up his mind that he would apologize for his actions the night before, but she
had made that impossible with her absence. He knew he would have to face her when
he came home later that day, and he was turning over in his mind what he wanted to
say to her.
Finally, the morning lessons ended, and Mark joined several other executive students in
a lounge for coffee. Some of the friends he had made in his class noticed that he seemed
a little removed.
"Hey, Mark, what's the matter?" asked John Martin, one of the more aggressive
students. "Things at home got you down?" Mark wanted to tell him that it was none of
his business, but he knew that he had to talk to someone. He wished he knew what he
could say.
"Oh, nothing, really," he said, turning away so he would not have to look directly at
John. "Just a little spat with the wife this morning. I can handle it."
"If you want my advice," continued John, oblivious to the fact that Mark wanted to
drop the subject, "you should shake up the little woman a little. Let her know that she
can't push you around."
"That's right," added Bob Herbert, another student. "I keep my wife in line by screwing
around on the side a little. Just enough to let her know that if she fucks up, I won't be
out in the cold, so to speak."
Both Bob and John thought a funny joke had been made and were almost doubled over
in laughter, but Mark thought that it was one of the crudest things possible. He had
never given a thought to cheating on his wife, and the thought of actually spending
time with another woman filled him with a revulsion that he could not understand. But
then he began to think that he had heard his wife, his own Diane, suggest almost the
same thing. Could it be that his friends were right? Taking long drags on his cigarette
as he sipped his coffee, he tried to understand the conflicting thoughts in his mind. On
the one hand, he loved his wife and would never think of doing anything to hurt her.
On the other hand, his wife was not giving him the satisfaction he knew she could, and
it was almost deliberate on her part. She was actually withholding herself from him
while she hinted that she might like to see what another man was like. As the thought
of his wife's hinting passed through his mind, an angry scowl came over his face, and
he began to think that his friends might actually be right. Perhaps if he could relieve
the frustration his wife was causing him, he could approach her in a way she would find
more appealing. After all, if she wanted to take another lover to learn things, he could
certainly do the same.
His thoughts were interrupted as Ester Rey joined them at their table.
"Good morning, future vice-presidents," she said in a happy voice, giving Mark a very
obvious wink. She sat down next to the confused young husband, and it seemed to him
that she was making no attempt to keep her knee from brushing against his.
"Good morning, Ester," chimed Bob, leaning forward in his chair closer to her. She
seemed not to hear him as she continued to stare at Mark. Even though he had never
thought of being unfaithful to his wife, it might be worth it with Ester Rey. Even
though she was no Miss America, she was reported to be like a fucking machine in bed
by both Bob and John. Even though company employees were not supposed to become
involved with other company employees, Ester made it certain that she had no respect
for that rule. Bob had made it certain to tell Mark that Ester was not one to kiss and
tell. And she did a lot more than kissing. As the executive secretary for Mr. Wolf, the
president of the insurance company, she found that she had pretty much a free hand in
her extra-curricular activities, and she made very good use of her free time. At the
moment, she was pressing her knee tightly against Mark, and when he pulled it away
from her, he could feel her hand resting on his leg and inching closer and closer to his
crotch.
Against his will, he could feel his cock lurching in his pants, and it took a great deal of
effort to take her hand off his leg. The last thing he needed now was another problem,
and he could see that Ester was giving him just that. The morning session had been
boring enough, and he knew that the afternoon session would be even worse. It always
was. It would be hard enough to concentrate without the teasing Ester was giving him.
Heaving a sigh of resignation, Mark looked at his watch and noticed that it was almost
time to be getting back to his lessons.
"I'm sorry, but I have to get back to the class," he said to everyone at the table, looking
specifically at Ester.
"I'd like to talk to you after you're finished for the day," Ester said, resting her head in
one hand and giving Mark a look that told him more than her words did.
He smiled at her and said nothing, hurrying out of the room so that the prominent
bulge in his pants would not be noticed.
The rest of the day passed slowly for the promising young man. As she sat in the
classroom, he began to doubt that he was actually cut out to become an executive vice
president. As the lecture about cost projections droned on, Mark found that his mind
was wandering. He could not come to terms with why he really wanted to become a
vice-president anyway. Could it be for the money? No, he thought. He was making
more than enough now. Perhaps the prestige. He put that out of his mind as well. With
the additional prestige came more pressure, and that was something he never wanted.
His mind drifted to Diane, and he realized that he was actually doing it because of her.
Not because she had pushed him to it, but because he knew that it would be better for
her to be married to a vice-president than a simple salesman. Here he was, beating his
brains out for her and she didn't seem to appreciate it. After all, wasn't it a wife's duty
to help her husband climb higher on the social ladder? Diane was doing anything but
that. She didn't even seem to care how his sessions were going. All she could think
about was taking another man. She really didn't act as though she cared about him at
all.
When the sessions were over, Mark hurried out of the building and hopped in his car.
He made a special point to avoid Ester, who he could see standing outside of the room
where the classes were held. Fortunately, the traffic was light, and he arrived at his
bungalow in ten minutes, rather than the twenty minutes he had expected. Once again,
as the day before, he found that he was sitting in his car, attempting to avoid facing his
wife in the hopes of collecting his thoughts, and once again he found that it was
impossible. He wished that he could think of something to say to her. Besides, the
memory of Ester's hand creeping along his leg came back to him, and he found that his
cock was once again growing in his pants, making his thoughts become more and more
confused.
With a moan of frustration, he quickly got out of his car, but rather than walk directly
to his bungalow, he decided that he would walk around the grounds of the motel. They
were very well kept up, and he thought that a walk in the warm afternoon sun might
help him relax and clear his mind. Soon he found himself behind his cabin next to the
pool. He gazed into the shimmering reflections. He wondered why he had never used it
in the time he had been staying there. He was considered a very good swimmer in
college, and he knew that the water would be very relaxing. Come to think of it, there
never seemed to be anyone in the pool. It seemed like a large waste of money to be
paying for something he never used. He decided that perhaps things would look a little
better if he spent some time in the pool, and decided that he would change into a
swimming suit right away and work off some of the aggressive frustration he was
feeling at the moment.
Entering his cabin he found that Diane was not at home. He was a little surprised to
see that she was not there, but perhaps it was for the better. After all, he was in no
mood to see her just now. She might even come home while he was swimming and
decide to join him.
Quickly changing, he hurried back outside and jumped into the clear still water.
Instantly, he knew that he had made the right decision. The water seemed to relax his
tightening muscles, and after swimming a few laps, he rested with his body in the water
and his arms on the edge, kicking his powerful legs every so often to take advantage of
the soothing effects of the buoyancy. He was all alone in the pool and was beginning to
enjoy the solitude. For a long while he remained perfectly still, his eyes closed and his
mind a total blank. For the first time in months he felt at rest with himself.
Then he heard someone jumping into the pool at the other end. He opened his eyes
and noticed a woman swimming toward him. Even though she was partially hidden by
the water, he could see that she was beautiful, and he wondered why he hadn't seen her
before. She was not the type of woman a man could easily overlook. Through the
breaking water, he could see that she was wearing a very skimpy bikini, the bra top just
barely hiding her firmly ripened breasts. As she came closer, he could see that her
breasts jutted forward in a high, taut curve... and her long blonde hair moved from side
to side as she glided gracefully through the water.
The woman pulled herself up to the edge very close to Mark, and he watched with
increasing interest as she shook her head to clear the water from her eyes.
"Hello," she said casually. "I'm Karen. I happened to notice that you were swimming
and thought I might join you. Do you mind?"
"No, not at all," Mark replied, looking at her full, innocent brown eyes. "By the way,
I'm Mark. Mark Williams. I haven't noticed you around the motel. Are you new here?"
The beautiful blonde seductress smiled and looked down into the water. "No, not
really," she said in a sweetly innocent voice. "My brother and I, well, we like to keep to
ourselves a lot. But what about you? I haven't seen you here very much either."
Mark winced at her question. He wondered how much he should tell her about himself
and Diane. "We... we aren't here very much of the time. I'm attending sessions to
prepare me to become a vice-president, and my wife tours the city a lot," he said. "As a
matter of fact, that's where she is now," he added, hoping that she would not ask him
too much about what Diane might really be doing. Suddenly he was becoming a little
angry that she wasn't at the bungalow, and if he found out that she was doing anything
else but sightseeing, well...
"Oh, then you're alone for the time being," Karen asked, her eyes widening. "So am I.
My brother is away on business, and I got a little tired of staying in the cabin all alone.
How would you like to come in for a drink?"
Her bluntness took Mark completely by surprise. The truth was, he was thinking to
himself that it might be really nice to visit her, but he never thought that she would
come right out and ask him to her apartment. At first, he thought of telling her
something in the way of a refusal, but he found that he could not take his eyes off her
full, luscious breasts, and after all, his wife wasn't at home at the moment. He looked
up from her breasts and noticed that she was giving him a very seductive smile. She was
really asking him if he wanted more than just a drink, he knew, and even though he
really didn't want to cheat on his wife, the things that his fellow students had told him
about how to handle his problem flooded through his mind. It wasn't his fault that he
was so frustrated. God knows he had tried to please his wife. If she would only meet
him at least half-way, he would never even think of another woman. She was all he
really needed, but the past month and a half had been very hard for him.
"Thank you," he found himself saying before he realized it. "I'd like that very much. I'll
just go in and change and be..."
"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," she told him as she pulled herself out of the pool.
"It's a warm enough day for what you're wearing."
Mark found that his eyes were wandering over her ripe body, drinking in the sultry
sensuality that she seemed to radiate. She allowed her eyes to play boldly over his face
and then brazenly let them fall to the bulge in his swim suit.
Feeling a little guilty, Mark pulled himself out of the pool.
"How long have you lived here?" she asked as though she were trying to make
conversation as they walked to her cabin.
"Uh... just a few days. I'm being paid by the company while I go through their training
sessions," he answered, unable to take his eyes off of her swaying breasts.
"How do you like it?" she purred, leaning forward a little to give him an unimpeded
view of her magnificent cleavage.
Mark felt himself smile at her obvious come on. "Well, like I say," he said, fighting to
keep his voice under control, "I'm not here all that much. I guess it's all right though."
She returned his smile. Mark felt a twinge of guilt at being so obvious with his
neighbor, but he took care of it by reflecting back to the events of the last two days. He
found that the thoughts of Diane were making him angry. It was her fault that he had
been thinking about cheating on her. If she didn't think that he could satisfy her, she
would just have to expect that he would find someone who did. Besides, she hadn't said
anything really definite, and if he did happen to change his mind, he could always just
leave.
There was a wonderful sinuous motion to her provocative body as she walked, the same
grace and ease he had noticed when she had been swimming. He allowed her to get
ahead of him slightly and allowed his eyes to focus on her hips as they swayed gently
before him. There was something very strange, very mysterious, very special about this
woman who combined both angelic sweetness and earthy sensuality... she was lovely.
They walked into her cabin and within minutes, Mark found himself inside a bungalow
built exactly as his own. It gave him a feeling of comfort, He sat down on a large couch
facing a well-stocked bar. Karen went behind the bar to fix the drinks.
"What would you like?" she asked him.
"I don't really know," he said. "How about something special?"
"I know just the thing," she said, reaching behind the bar and producing a large bottle
of greenish liquid. "A friend of ours brought this from France. I forget the name, but
it's really quite good. My brother tells me that it's very hard to find in the country."
Without waiting for a comment from Mark, she filled two glasses and handed one to
Mark. "To new neighbors," she said, raising her glass. "Friendship," Mark responded
and swallowed the light green fluid. It was very pleasant, very smooth, Mark thought,
and sweeter than any drink he could think of. Immediately, he felt a warming effect
throughout his body. He drank a little more.
"How do you like it?" Karen asked.
"It's unusual... very nice."
"Most of our friends like it very much. My brother had to turn all of Chicago upside
down to find a place that sold it. I believe it supposed to be an aphrodisiac," Karen
stated casually, a strange smile playing over her lips.
Mark choked a little on his drink and raised his eyes to her in surprise, thinking that he
really didn't need an aphrodisiac with her sitting so close and looking so seductive. He
could tell that his first impression of her had been correct. She was coming on to him,
and he quickly drained his glass. He held up his empty glass for more.
"Why don't you fix the next round?" she asked. "I think I'm going to dry off." She put
her glass on the bar and walked into her bedroom while Mark moved behind the bar
and re-filled the glasses. He put a little more in his this time, admitting to himself that
it had a very nice effect. Perhaps the little extra would rid his mind of the feeling of
guilt he had about cheating on his wife. Already he was feeling light-headed and a
"don't give a damn" sensation was spreading over him. The combination of the swim
and the drink was making him feel a lot better than he had in a long time. He took a
hefty slug from his glass and walked out from behind the bar. Then his thoughts were
cut short by Karen's voice coming from her bedroom.
"Why don't you put on some music while I change?" she said. The shock of hearing her
voice made Mark realize just how much the drink had affected him. He mumbled an
okay and walked over to the record player. It was right by her bedroom door, and he
couldn't help but notice her movements through the half-open door. He stared in
amazement as he saw that she was changing her clothes.
For a moment he felt the warm flush of embarrassment come to his face coupled with
the still remaining feeling of guilt. He fumbled for a quiet jazz record and put it on.
The music filled the room from unseen speakers. He didn't want to act like a peeping
Tom, but Christ, she must have known that he would be able to see her from the
record player. Otherwise she wouldn't have set it up that way. Or at least she would
have closed the door.
Mark quickly took a large drink from his glass and allowed his eyes to wander around
the room.. He could feel the cares that had been weighing on him ever since the night
before seem to be magically flowing from his body, so smoothly that he had hardly
noticed the change. He marveled at the effect. It was as though his senses were wrapped
in a soundproof blanket of heightened awareness. There must be something to what
they said about the drink after all.
He looked up again in time to see this strange girl he had followed home pull her bikini
bottoms from her legs and drop them to the floor. His cock lurched in his pants as her
voluptuously curved body came into view. She was moving slowly, almost theatrically as
if she knew his eyes were on her. But even so there were no lewd or obscene
movements on her part. She didn't need them: the natural sensuality of her lush body
was enough in itself.
As the alcohol-crazed voyeur watched breathlessly, Karen turned her back towards him
and bent over to pick up a sheer gown from her bed. The fully rounded moons of her
buttocks presented themselves to his eyes as she bent over, and the leg bands of the
panties she was slipping on rode up along her ass-cheeks as she straightened to slip into
the gown.
The mesmerized young husband watched with bated breath as his beautiful neighbor
walked across the room to a closet, her tightly rounded buttocks jiggling slightly as she
moved. It was a graceful easy walk that reminded Mark of a stalking, sleek panther.
There was a lithe suppleness about this strange girl that dripped of sex and forbidden
pleasures. He could not judge her age, but she seemed to be both very young and
ageless.
One thing was very sure to him. He was having no feelings of guilt about cheating on
his wife anymore. In the back files of his mind, he remembered that this was infidelity,
but it was as much Diane's fault as his. Perhaps more. If she weren't so unresponsive
and teasing to him, he would be home where he belonged.
His mind droned on, the subversive green liquid he had been drinking rationalizing
away any remainder of guilt he had when he had walked into the luscious blonde's
cabin. The straying young husband watched Karen more intently now as she turned
back from the closet dressed only in her panties and the sheer open gown, her long
lithe legs shining silkily in the soft light of the afternoon sun.
It suddenly occurred to him that he'd like to pull her panty crotchband aside and fuck
her like that. He had never fucked a woman with her panties still on, Diane preferring
to be completely naked. Perhaps that was the trouble. His own wife said that she
wanted something new, but she was never willing to go through with something
different with him.
This woman was different. Her every movement shouted that she would try anything
once, and many more times if she liked it. She knew how to use her body, and there
would be no hesitation with her.
The nervous young husband wiped his face with the back of his free hand. He could
feel a strange warmth flooding his face as he stood wearing only his swimming trunks
and watching the nearly naked young woman in the bedroom. Walking to the bar, he
quickly poured himself another drink and swallowed it. He needed it now; the painfully
swelling erection in his swim suit had risen almost to its full height. The tight
restricting material hurt, and no matter how he arranged his swollen cock, he could do
nothing to relieve the pressure.
"Mark," he suddenly heard from that excitingly throaty voice in the bedroom, "please
bring me my drink."
Behind the bar Mark jumped slightly at the unexpected sound, almost knocking his
glass to the floor. He had been too immersed in his own half-drugged thoughts to be
prepared for the sudden summons.
"Mark?" she called out. "Are you still there?"
"Y... yes," he stammered back. "I'm still here. I'm pouring it now."
"Well, hurry. It's lonely and dry in here."
The flustered young man tried to hide his fully erect cock in his swim suit. How could
he walk into the room like this? It was just too obvious. He would have preferred to be
a little more subtle. He picked up the two drinks and headed for the bedroom. No
thought of resisting remained in his mind now. There was only the twinge of self
doubt. Would he be able to handle this hot cunted little bitch?
Karen looked up at him as he came into the bedroom and smiled slowly. Mark noticed
that the open gown came just to the tops of her thighs and was being held closed only
by resting on her erect breast nipples. Glancing further down, he noticed that she had
shed the panties while he had been pouring the drinks. The cleavage of her breasts
showed without any impediment.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred as she sipped her drink. "I was getting thirsty in her. I
like the way you pour drinks."
"I've been practicing on myself," Mark answered, raising his glass towards her. He
suddenly felt that he was no longer nervous, and instead of the twinge of self doubt he
felt a self-confidence that he had never experienced before. He felt marvelous, as if he
had finally found that strength that his wife was sapping from him, a strength that had
been dormant for the past month and a half that he had been married to Diane, a
strength that had once been used but was now lying fallow within his being. He knew
that making love to this woman who stood before him almost naked was going to
change his marriage, and for better or worse, he wanted her. He wanted her now.
Karen lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at the front of his swim suit. Her
smile deepened and two dimples appeared in her cheeks.
"I can tell we're going to like each other," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "I can tell
we're going to like each other a lot."
"I was wondering if you noticed," he said, feeling confident in his re-awakened
assurance.
"How could I help but notice. You're a man."
She settled herself back on the edge of her huge bed, leaning back on her elbows. The
short robe rode up her full sensuous thighs and fell open, exposing the soft silky down
of the pubic mound at the base of her smooth white belly. She patted the bed next to
her, indicating that he should sit down.
"Suppose you tell me a little something about yourself," she said after he had settled in.
"I really know very little about you. Other than the fact that you look like a good
swimmer."
Mark found that he was at a loss for words. What could he tell her about his life or
Diane? He was groping for the correct words when she said, "No, forget it. It's not
really important. We can talk later, after we find out things about each other that are
probably more interesting."
"Suits me," he told her, reaching over with one hand and tracing tiny circles with his
nails over the whiteness of her stomach.
"Ohhhhh, I see you're brave as well. At first, in the pool, I wasn't sure that you would
want to come to my cabin."
"That was years ago," he smiled at her, feeling his face flush from the liquor. "Shall I
get you another drink?"
"I have some of the same stuff in the room here. In that cabinet," she pointed to a
corner of the room. "I think you'll find everything you want. Even ice, if you want."
Mark hopped from the bed. Taking her glass from her hand, he glanced down at her
thinly bearded vaginal lips clearly visible up between her slightly parted thighs. It did
not make him at all uncomfortable to look at her like this, and a pleased smile crossed
over his face as she opened her legs a little more. She was clearly excited. Mark could
see the first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising between her vaginal slit as she exposed
herself to him. He hurried with the drinks, the impatient heat of his own body rising
rapidly.
When Mark returned to the bed next to her, his seductress had pulled open the robe all
the way, exposing her large full breasts and their ripe pink nipples.
"Christ, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her seductive nakedness with
the drinks still in his hands. He could see that her eyes were dilated a little from
excitement, and it was ah he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of
her and locking his lips to her sweet little pussy at this very moment. But he held
himself back, sensing that she wanted more. This woman would know what making
love was all about, and she wasn't the kind one just jumped on top of and rammed it
into without preparing her well. The reward she offered should definitely be well worth
the torture of waiting.
"You're pretty good yourself," she whispered as she reached for the drink he was
handing her. "I think you're a very handsome man. How many other women have you
had? Besides your wife I mean." She asked the question as though it were the most
natural thing in the world.
"Enough to know what to do," he said, leaning over her and kissing her lightly on the
lips to accent his words. "And how to do it," he added as he pulled away from her
slightly.
She took his drink from him.
"Here, let me put the glasses on the table before we spill them."
The aroused young man handed her his drink and she quickly put the two glasses on
the small table resting next to the bed. Then he leaned over her again, pressing his lips
tightly down on hers. She arched up and curled her arms around to pull him down on
her, and one of his legs jammed tightly between her open thighs. She was wonderfully
supple and soft, and her voluptuous body was glued against his as though she were a
part of him. Her thigh moved up against his groin, scraping against his painful
hardness as he ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness from the
seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his excited penis. It smeared
against this swim suit, and he wondered if she could feel the dampness through the
material.
Her thighs continued massaging against him with a practiced thoroughness until he
thought the head of his cock would explode. It was jerking now as though he would
cum at the slightest extra pressure.
Mark thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with
sharp little bites of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. To escape
for a moment that overpowering teasing sensation, the lust-controlled young man
pulled his lips away and placed his cheek against her hair, the thought of his wife
entering his mind. He tried to imagine how shocked she would be if she could see him
now, stretched over the almost naked body of their well built neighbor. No matter what
she might have said about thinking of taking another lover, she would never believe
that he might do it.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Karen suddenly asked as though she had been reading his
thoughts.
"Sometimes. Not lately," he answered. He would rather she changed the subject.
"I'll teach you some things she might find interesting," she whispered softly into his ear.
"Come on. Take off that swim suit. You won't need it."
He suddenly realized that she was quivering beneath him, and that her thighs had
parted even more and were pressing impatiently on each side of his hips.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked breathlessly, in a tone that let him know
she already knew the answer.
"Yes, by God yes," he answered, the lewd words exciting him even more as he heard
them coming from her throat.
"Then tell me. Tell me what you want to do!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"How?" she moaned under him.
"Deep, up and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"God. Oh, God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. "Get
your suit off before I die."
The passion filled young man rose from the bed and began pulling desperately at his
swim suit. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped the suit to
the floor and stood over her as she lay naked on the bed waiting for him, his cock
standing out in full erection in front of him.
She had already lifted her body slightly and pulled away the flimsy gown, leaving her
completely naked. She looked up at him standing starkly nude above her, and her eyes
riveted on his long hard penis proudly out in the air. For a long moment she watched
its throbbing blood-filled head and then said: "It's huge. I want to feel it deep inside
me, twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to fuck me with it!"
The now panting Mark lay down on the bed beside the beautiful naked woman,
dragging her over to him with his strong arms. He moved one hand down to her
smooth rounded buttocks, cupping their beautifully shaped firmness. Her naked young
body was warm and soft against him as she raised her face to him and locked her
mouth to his while her hand searched down between their bodies, groping towards his
rock-hard penis.
Mark could only gasp as her cool fingers closed around his stiffness, and he pressed his
head forward to moistly return her kiss. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he could
not recognize, but it reminded him of a dark, untamed wilderness. The now panting
woman now crushed the full length of her velvety body against his and ground her
pelvis tightly into him. Then she twisted almost frantically and pulled him over on top
of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
On the other side of the wall, Alan Roberts sat, grinning lewdly from ear to ear,
watching through the small opening he had made in the wall. His movie camera was
already running. He held his hand camera ready to photograph the nakedly writhing
pair on the bed. He knew from experience that they could not see him, even though
they were as plain to him as if he were in the same room with them.
Damn, he thought, his sister was really fantastic in bed. She was better in bed with
other guys than she was with Abdul. Watching her fuck men with that hot little cunt of
hers was almost as good as doing it.
In mounting excitement Karen crushed Mark to her and ran her hands searchingly
down over his hard young body, eagerly exploring all of him. His cock was resting hard
against her thighs, pressed into the narrow crevice of her hair-lined vaginal slit. She
arched her body for a moment levering both her and Mark up off the bed with the
strength of her back and, reaching down under her buttocks with both hands, she
pulled her wetly throbbing pussy lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with
her moist, sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed, dropping her nakedly quivering body back
onto the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.
This new pressure against his aching cock shot pinwheels of sensation through the
young husband's reeling mind. He forced his hands underneath the shoulders of the
beautiful woman lying trapped beneath him and ran them e down the soft curves of her
spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow
teasing rhythm. Her tautened muscles rippled sinuously just under her velvety skin,
indicating the powerful strength hidden in her lush young body. The cords in her
thighs tensed against his hips, and he wondered how her legs would feel later when
they wrapped around him in passion, when he had his long thick hardness planted
deep up inside her hungering belly.
"Jesus, you feel nice," she whispered, and squirmed her smooth flat belly close up
against him. Her nails scratched slowly across his back leaving small red welts in their
wake.
Mark pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping her soft warm
buttocks in the palms of his hands as he pulled her naked vaginal plane up tighter
against him. He undulated his body slowly, sliding his hardened shaft of flesh up and
down her widespread slit, sensing her growing hotter and more aroused with each
passing second. Karen's hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until,
without warning, her legs snaked out wide on either side of his body and her calves
locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer to her.
"Now! I want it now! Fuck me. Fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes
clinched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a savage impatience.
The gasping young husband started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came
down between their merged bodies and circled around his hotly throbbing cock,
guiding it between the hair-lined lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Mark groaned above
her as he felt her slither his cock-head up and down the soft warm flesh up between her
legs, parting her silken pussy hair with the pulsating blood-filled tip of his penis. The
blonde pubic curls grazed teasingly against the head of it, forcing it to an even greater
hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back for another second!
Wildly aroused, Mark flicked his hips forward with a sudden powerful thrust that drove
his thick rigid cock into the hotly gaping mouth of Karen's pussy with a flesh-splitting
force.
"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned beneath him, and he felt the warm elastic-like cuntal sheath
slip wetly up over his rampant penis. His desire-swollen cock-head entered her tight
little pussy with a slight pop, as though she were a virgin being fucked for the first time,
but he instinctively sensed that she could control her vaginal muscles and make it this
tight every time. He knew he wasn't going to let a woman like this get away for very
long, and mentally vowed that this would not be the last time he fucked her hot little
cunt!
His long thick cock pushed up her warmly waiting pussy to the full depths of her belly.
She was almost too tight to fit at first and caused his rigidly throbbing member to ache,
but her hot clasping passage soon became moist and slippery from her cuntal secretions
and he fucked in and out of her more easily.
In his excitement, he rammed forward like a bull and felt his cum-filled balls slap hard
against her upturned ass-cheeks. Karen screamed below him, a low animal scream of
pain and ecstasy, and twisted momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. Her
cry of protest only excited him more and he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter
into her loins and cunt hair so that there was no escape for the helplessly skewered
young blonde.
The triumphant young man lay still for a moment to let the pain of his sudden thrust
subside, proud that he was able to hurt her in that way. He gained the upper hand
because he knew that he had hurt her, and she could not hurt him back in return. It
was his confidence returning, a confidence that had almost been shattered by his wife.
'Mark revelled for a moment in the power he possessed over this beautiful woman,
impaled nakedly beneath him, and he flexed the hot pulsing rod of his cock a little
deeper, bringing another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Christ, that guy's really fucking the shit out of her, Alan mused from his vantage point
in the other room as he watched the hard fleshy cock of his young neighbor disappear
to the hilt between his sister's widespread thighs. He wondered with a half-cruel smile
on his lips what his wife would think when she saw the pictures he was taking. Then an
obscene thrill rippled through him at the thought of ramming it into that Diane's cunt.
She was going to get it good, and he wished he would be able to see the young man's
face when he watched her get it.
In the bedroom the lust-inflamed Mark began fucking his thick fiery cock like a
madman into the voluptuous squirming flesh beneath him. Karen strained back now,
arching her hungry loins up at him in spite of the pain, lifting them both a few inches
off the squeaking mattress with the strength of each of her answering upward thrusts.
She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs
around his hips as she worked her pussy up and down along his rigid cock in the
chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as mankind itself. Her mouth gaped wide open,
her head flailing from side to side on the mattress in wild abandon.
"Aaaaaahhhhh God, it's good, it's good... ! Stick your finger up my ass! Make me
scream! Make me scream when I cum!"
Mark obediently reached down between her nakedly thrashing buttocks as he continued
to piston relentlessly in and out of her wetly clasping cunt. His hand explored the deep
crevice with the tip of his outstretched middle finger for her tight little anus.
Suddenly he found it!
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp crevice between her
buttocks from her cunt above where his long hard shaft was fucking so mercilessly up
into her. It had moistened the tiny puckered hole, lubricating it slightly as he probed
experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling it give a little and then
suddenly the elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the
first knuckle. The lewdly impaled girl jumped forward, almost crawling on her back
across the bed to escape the first blinding pain.
"Ooooohhhhh, yesssss, yesssss! Hurt me, hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain she felt he suddenly began screwing her frantically squirming
buttocks back on his impaling finger until it was sunk in to the palm of his hand. He
jiggled his finger inside, rotating it around in her warm buttery rectum. Through the
thin wall that separated her tight young cunt from her anus, he could feel the underside
of his own cock fucking in and out of her vaginal passage and he began to match the
rhythm with his extended finger, skewering her between the two as she groaned
underneath him. His nail momentarily caught the tender flesh of her anus and she
jerked, but then she recaptured the rhythm, opening her legs wider over the bed to give
him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
The excited young man could feel his pulsating cock growing and expanding inside her
wetly clasping pussy until he was sure it would burst from the inexorable pleasure
building in his testicles as they slapped against her nakedly trembling buttocks below.
The pleasure was just too incredibly intense and he knew he couldn't hold back much
longer; she had to cum soon. To excite her even more he rose a bit higher on her so
that the top side of his long thick cock was scraping her clitoris with every stroke.
"Uh... uh... uh... uh..." she chanted out, digging her nails into his sides. Her fingers slid
lower and desperately clutched at his nakedly pumping buttocks in an attempt to pull
him even deeper into her. Her passion-wracked body twitched and writhed beneath his
long smooth strokes, her face contorted with lust, mouth working, nostrils flared, soft
deep moans coming from her throat. Mark could feel her warmly quivering cuntal flesh
holding him in, sucking and pulling at his hot, almost bursting cock. He rammed into
her from his very toes and went the last inch of his thickness plundering into her wildly
clasping pussy, pulling a fresh ecstatic grown from her lips with each new thrust,
making her open eyes stare up at him with a lust-glazed look.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh... wonderful, wonder... aaagggghhhh..." she gasped and raised her
smooth rounded buttocks up off the bed to give him more leverage as he fucked into
her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. His loins moved in and out of her
nakedly gyrating pelvis, aiming at that hot clasping chasm in the center, pistoning in
with strong muscular regularity. Despite the shortness of his own breath, the thought of
being able to hold her under such a spell spurred him on. He watched her face,
glorying in his power to draw different expressions of passion from it while he moved
over her as if he were some kind of mechanimal fucking machine responding to
invisible fingers on its keyboard.
By now Mark's loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely burning desire which swept
through him in great hot gusts of passion and pleasure. He gasped and quivered as he
fucked into the curvaceously writhing body below, revelling in the feel of her flesh, her
beautiful flesh, the supple flesh of this sensuous woman.
"Oooooohhh... aaahhh... hard... harder... fuck me harder!" Karen cried out, her desire
seemingly insatiable. She begged and pleaded, gasping as if she had burst her throat.
She was nearing her climax and her body had become something demonic, her legs
spread wide as she twisted and contorted, urging him on. Mark was amazed at how hot
her body felt and watched in amazement as she whipped her head wildly from side to
side, her mouth open in complete abandonment. She swung her hips and thighs up and
clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper and deeper into her convulsing
young cunt with each powerful thrust of his loins. The handsome and triumphant
young man made one last mighty stab into her wetly convulsing vagina and let his
white hot seminal fluid surge deeply into her belly.
"Oh Jesus... I'm cumming... aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" he moaned. The woman groaned
beneath him as she felt the warm searing flood of his hot liquid sperm jetting deep up
into the waiting depths of her love-starved vagina. A delicious warmth spread through
the whole inside of her sperm-hungry belly, a warmth that rapidly became a billowing
ball of flame that made her cum again. It went on for a seeming eternity, but finally he
gave one last final groan and collapsed on her gasping body. With the last of his
strength, Mark rolled slowly from the satiated woman beneath, his rapidly deflating
penis slipping with a lewd swishing sound from her cum-soaked vagina. Side by side
the two lay breathing heavily on the rumpled bed.
From the other side of the wall, a pleased and excited Alan gently stroked his own fully
inflated penis. He had all the film he wanted, including some very good stills, and he
knew that they would show everything. He was pleased with the addition they would
make to his lurid collection, and some of them would bring him a pretty penny. In his
specially built room, he could hear the panting couple clearly, and he watched the
various meters on his filming equipment to make sure he was capturing everything that
was still going on in the room. Now all he had to do was wait until the guy left so that
he could fuck his sister and allow her to relieve the pressure that was still pressing in
his burgeoned penis.

* * *

Diane stared out of her window toward the cabin across the pool with her lips pursed
in deep thought. She had come home from a tour of the lovely city of Chicago just in
time to see her handsome husband walk into the cabin with the lush blonde neighbor.
Her first reaction was to run out and ask him just what it was he thought he was doing,
but she decided that it would be better to wait a little while. She wanted to make sure
that she was not jumping to the wrong conclusions. When he did not come out for a
long time, she knew what was going on. Diane had confidence in her own body, but
she could recognize the sensual beauty of her neighbor. For a short while she was
seething with anger, mostly because Mark had actually beaten her to taking another
lover. Diane knew she would have to do the same thing to him, and she decided to go
him one better. She had seen her young husband going into the house with the lush
blonde. Now she would have to arrange it so that Mark actually watched her as she was
fucked by a man. Diane had noticed that the beautiful blonde was living with a man.
Perhaps it was her husband. Perhaps not. But Diane knew that he was the man she
wanted to fuck her while her husband, Mark, was watching.
She decided that she would act as though she had seen nothing. She did not want to
make Mark suspicious about the fact that she knew what he had done. That would spoil
the surprise she had in store for him.


Chapter 4

The following morning Diane was sitting in one of the pool side chairs, allowing her
mind to wander through several ideas about how to get back at her husband. Mark had
gone to his session after a rather quiet breakfast. She listened as he tried to make up
some story about why he was late in coming home the night before and she had
pretended to believe him. Neither of them wanted to talk about what had happened two
days ago, and as far as Mark was concerned, Diane had forgotten all about it. But she
knew better. He had humiliated her, and then he had gone into the bungalow, of their
neighbor yesterday afternoon. It didn't take any imagination for her to realize what had
happened in the cabin across the pool. Diane found that she was staring at it,
wondering if Mark had fucked the blonde on the floor somewhere or at least had the
decency to take care of her on a bed. She could not help smiling at the thought of her
husband writhing and thrashing in bed with another woman, probably thinking that at
last he had found the woman of his dreams. Well, if he could fuck their neighbor,
Diane thought as she relaxed in the warm late morning sun, so could she.
A teasing smile came to her lips as she tried to think of a way to get her cheating
husband to actually watch her cheat back on him. The more she thought about it, the
harder it seemed. And yet she had to do it. Perhaps she could arrange for Mark to come
home for lunch and catch her in bed with another man. He would certainly be angry,
and she wondered if she would be able to stand up to his wrath. It would not be easy,
but she would do anything to save her marriage. Even go to bed with another man and
have her husband watch.
She was surprised that she did not feel angry about what her husband had done to her
last night. She could not even feel jealous of the young blonde living across the pool. It
was as though they had both come up with the same idea about what was missing in
their marriage. For a short moment, she thought about having him fuck her, now that
he had tried someone new, but she quickly put that thought out of her mind. He was
having his fun, and there was no reason why she shouldn't have hers.
The more she stared at the cabin across the pool, the stronger her conviction was that
she should walk over and knock on the back door. She knew that the man who was
living with the lush blonde was home. Diane had seen her leave, and had watched all
morning to see if the man left. He hadn't. Taking a deep breath, Diane relaxed her
nervous body and reached a decision. She would go over and introduce herself. She
knew that her body was in as good shape as it had been in college, and there was no
doubt in her mind that she would be able to arouse the young man who lived there.
And if he was the blonde's husband, he might be a little more receptive if she told him
that she seen her husband and his wife enter his bungalow together. He might want a
little revenge of his own, making the victory twice as sweet.
Diane's lithe body glided around the pool, and with a final breath to calm her down,
she knocked on the door.
Inside the cabin, Alan Roberts was in his special room, making sure that his camera
equipment was in its proper place. In his perverted mind, he was planning to make his
approach to Diane later that afternoon, when Karen came back from another
photographer. Alan had made as much money as he had in a year renting his sister to
the other photographer for the morning, and he thought that the money was worth
waiting to get into Diane's hot little cunt. He wanted Karen to be with him as he
fucked Diane. He would need someone to make sure that the cameras were working
properly. At his feet, Abdul was panting in the heat of the morning, his mouth open
and a look of apprehension on his face. The huge collie was never happy when Karen
was away, and she had been gone longer than she ever had before. Alan looked down at
his pet.
"What's the matter, Abdul?" he asked as he took a break from his work to stroke the
huge canine. "Do you miss Karen? Well, if things work out like I think they might,
you're going to get a little change in your pussy. Would you like that?"
Alan wasn't sure if Abdul looked happier because of his soothing voice or because he
actually understood what he was being told, but the change was evident in the large
dog's actions. He rose from his back legs and pressed his long-haired body against his
master. "I just have to make sure that everything is in its proper place. You wouldn't
want me to miss getting anything, would you?" As if to answer his master's question,
Abdul made a whine and wagged his tale. Alan ceased the petting of his beautiful dog
and resumed his work, but he was interrupted by the sound of knocking at his back
door. He cursed to himself at not being able to work in peace, and for a moment
thought of making believe that there was no one at home. Then he thought the better
of it. It would really do no great harm to stop work for a while.
Walking from his room, he forgot that he was wearing one of his many cameras around
his neck. And he almost forgot everything else when he looked through the double
glass doors that faced the pool. A smile split his face as he noticed the bikini clad body
of Diane Williams knocking again on his back door.
"Well, this is a surprise," said Alan as he pulled open the door. "I was just saying to
myself that it was about time I took a walk over to your place and greeted you and your
husband. You are the new people here, aren't you?"
Diane was instantly put at ease by the man's friendly manner. She had wondered what
she would say to him when he opened the door, but it seemed as though there would
be no problem at all. "I was thinking the same thing," she said, smiling as she looked
into his deep, dark eyes. "I guess what they say is true about great minds thinking
alike."
Alan threw his head back and grinned broadly. "Oh, I wouldn't really consider my
mind great," he said in a false modest tone. Diane noticed a slight movement behind
him, and she turned her head to see a large collie creeping cautiously into the living
room.
"Oh, what a beautiful dog," she said, removing her eyes for a moment from the
handsome man who had answered the door. "Is he yours?"
"He sure is, and I'm pretty proud of him. His name's Abdul, and he's been with me for
years."
Diane lowered her body and held out her hand to Abdul, and Alan found that he was
staring at her full, lush breasts barely held in place by the woman's skimpy bikini top.
"My name's Alan, by the way. Alan Roberts. I've been living here for about three
months with my sister. I don't think you've met her."
"No, I haven't," answered Diane truthfully. "I think my husband may have, though.
He's a little more outgoing than I am." She stood up and was a little surprised to feel
the cold wet nose of Alan's dog brushing against her inner thigh, sniffing very close to
her crotch. "I'm Diane Williams. My husband and I have only been here for three
days."
"Well, welcome to our little place," said Alan in a friendly voice.
There was a moment of silence that was broke only by the sound of Abdul sniffing at
Diane. Alan stooped down to pet the dog, his hand coming very close to the soft flesh
of Diane's right leg.
"Abdul must sense that you're a very friendly person," he told her. "He's not usually
this receptive to strangers." Unless they're female, he added to himself.
"I notice that you're a photographer," said Diane as she walked into the living room
past Alan. "I wonder if you could show me a little of your work."
Alan wasn't sure what he should make of this lovely blonde. From what he had
thought, she was something of a prude – but she was acting like anything but a prude
right now. She was acting in a rather teasing manner, and he liked it. It would make his
filming a lot easier.
He could sense that she might be a lot more fun than he had ever dreamed.
"I'm not sure that you would like the type of work I do," he said as his eyes burned
through her skimpy bikini. "I'll show some photos to you if you'd like, though."
"I'd like that very much," answered Diane, noticing that the bulge in the young man's
pants was growing larger with each passing second. She could not help but smile at
what she knew he was thinking, and she wondered what he would say if he knew that
she was thinking the same thing; that she wanted him to fuck her as soon as possible.
Alan shrugged his shoulders. "Well, have a seat on the couch and make yourself at
home. You can keep Abdul company while I get some of my better stuff," he said,
motioning to the couch. Diane nodded a silent thanks and sat down. Abdul followed
her through the room and tried to force his large body between her thighs. As the
young woman watched Alan leave the room, she began to wonder if she had made the
right decision. It was still not too late to back out now. She had never given a serious
thought to cheating on Mark as she had led him to believe, and coming over to this
bungalow was more of a whim than a well thought out plan. It was lucky, though, that
he was a photographer. That would make getting the proof she needed easier. Unless he
was some sort of artistic photographer. She had heard stories that some photographers
were actually afraid of naked women. Judging from what she had seen of the man
however, she sensed that there was nothing he would be afraid of. And the bulge in his
pants showed that he was as interested in her as she was in him.
Still, she could not get the thought out of her mind that she was actually going out of
her way to cheat on her husband, even if it was only for revenge. A strong twinge of
guilt raced through her body, and as she looked down at the dog still trying to sniff at
her crotch, she began to think that it might be better to be an animal of some sort. At
least then there would be no inner conflict about things that had to be done.
Looking around the room, she noticed the bar. She decided that she could use a drink.
Ordinarily, she never touched liquor, but she felt that she needed something to help
calm her down. She had never done anything so wicked before, and she could feel the
goosebumps covering her skin at the thought of what she was about to do.
Opening the liquor cabinet, she found a bottle of a greenish fluid and several glasses.
"Would you like something to drink?" she called out through the cabin. She heard Alan
mumble something, and since she couldn't tell if he had said yes or no, decided that she
would pour him a drink and let him make up his mind when he returned. She filled
two glasses with the green liquor and sampled it. It was very sweet, and she found that
it instantly made her relaxed and a little giddy. Returning to the couch with her glass in
her hand, she took long drinks and stroked the dog, delighting in the sensations his
long soft fur was making in her fingers.
Alan was busy trying to organize the photos of her husband and his sister. Diane's early
arrival had caught him completely off-guard, and he was not exactly sure how he would
be able to put his plan into action. Things were moving just a little too fast for him, and
he knew that he would have to really get things together if he wanted to capture
everything on film. He decided that he would have to talk to Karen if he could salvage
any of his plan. He made a quick phone call to the studio where she was working for
the morning, and soon he was talking to his sister. He explained what had happened
and how he thought he could make the best of it.
"... Oh, come on, after the ride you gave him last night he'd probably swim Lake
Michigan for you... Of course, I think you can get him to do it. Just play it by ear. You
know what I want... That's the good girl. I know you'll be able to pull it off. See you
soon."
He hung up the phone and decided that he could trust his sister to help him out.
Things might work out better than he had planned after all. Now all he had to do was
get Diane ready. He scooped up several of the stills he had taken the night before and
walked back into the living room. He was pleasantly surprised to see that she was
drinking the liquor he had bought in France. This was going to be easier than he could
have imagined. It was almost too easy. There was no challenge. But who needed
challenge with a hot looking cunt like that sitting on the couch.
"I took the liberty of pouring you a drink," said Diane when she saw Alan return to the
room. "I hope it's something you like."
"I was going to offer you this very drink," he told her as he picked up his glass from the
bar. "I brought some pictures for you to look at. Like I say, I don't think you'll like
them."
He handed her the pile of pictures and watched as she set her glass down on the small
table next to the couch. His eyes were riveted on her face as she looked at the first
photo. He had no idea what she would do, but he never expected the reaction he did
get. Instead of looking worried or concerned, a huge grin came across her face. There,
before her were the photographs of her own husband lost in the throes of passion and
locked in a lewd embrace with the beautiful blonde she had seen take him into this
bungalow.
In a flash, everything she had thought about doing raced through her mind and she
knew she was doing the right thing with the right man. If he could do work like this all
the time, she would show her cheating husband a thing or two. Even though the photos
were erotic, she had never seen such workmanship, and she knew that she had found a
very talented photographer.
Diane was gasping for breath as the full lustful impact of the photos burned into her
liquor-hazed mind. Her eyes were fixed with a strange intensity on one particular
photograph that showed her husband's swollen penis disappearing deep up into the
wetly glistening vagina of the beautiful blonde.
"They're... incredible. Simply incredible!" she exclaimed as she felt herself become
aroused from looking at them. "How did you ever... Did they know?" she asked, her
appreciation hardly hidden from her voice.
Alan was shocked at her appreciation, but he decided to play along with her. "Of course
they didn't know. Do you think your husband will like them?"
Diane felt a warm sensation passing through her body. This was better than she could
have ever hoped. Looking again down at the obscene photographs of her husband
wrapped in the arms of the woman in lewd sexual embrace, Diane knew that she had to
go through with her plan. If her husband felt the need to have this much fun on the
side, there was no reason she couldn't as well.
"I think Mark will be absolutely livid when he sees them," she said, her eyes sparkling
with a teasing playfulness. "Do you think you could do the same thing with me... and
you?"
Alan couldn't believe his ears. He could tell that she was coming on to him, but he
never expected that she would want him to photograph her. She was as outgoing as
most of his old friends, and more outgoing than some of them. And now she was
actually asking him to fuck her and make a record of it. There could be only one
reason. She wanted to get back at her husband. He could see it in her eyes. A
photographer has to be able to recognize many expressions, and Alan could see a deep
hurt in Diane's eyes, even though she was doing her best to hide it.
Well, what the hell? If she wanted him to fuck her and take some pictures, he was more
than willing to take her up on it. He had been planning to do it all along. This way,
both of them would have fun. He doubted, though, that she really knew how much fun
she was in for.
"Do you think I might be able to buy these pictures?" asked Diane as she felt her head
swimming with the effects of the liquor she had been drinking, and even though she
was still feeling some twinges of guilt, the strange drink was covering them up.
"Oh, I don't know," teased Alan. "I've never really thought about selling these. I was
thinking of using them in a magazine or something like that. I don't think you have
enough money to pay for them what I would be asking."
Diane lowered her eyes to the dog still sniffing at her crotch. She wanted those pictures
very badly, and the thought of having them printed in a magazine was totally repulsive
to her. She wanted to be able to wave them in her husband's face.
"Of course," continued Alan as he leered at the girl, "if you wanted to offer some small
token of your appreciation, I think I could accept that."
Diane was finding it hard to think about everything that was happening. She wanted
the pictures and she wanted to get back at her husband as well. But there were still
doubts in her mind that she could go through with it. She would be selling herself for
the pictures and revenge, and that would make her nothing more than a common
whore. And after it was all over, she would be just as bad as her husband. She would
not be able to tell her husband that he had done something she hadn't and she knew
that he would hold it over her head.
But there was something depraved and evil about this man, something Diane had never
seen in a person before. He was completely different than anyone she had ever met, and
the idea of having him ravish her body was beginning to look very good to her. She
would show her love for her husband by lowering herself as much as she could. Once
Mark found out what kind of a man Alan was, he would realize that she loved him
enough to allow this man to fuck her. It would be an all or nothing shot. Once she was
committed, there would be no backing out. She hoped that she was not biting off more
than she could chew.
"I'll do it," she said, taking another deep drink from her glass and draining it.
"I thought you might," said Alan as he finished the liquor in his glass. "You didn't fool
me one bit, coming over her dressed like that. Now suppose you get your pretty little
body into the bedroom. Everything is all set up. I leave it that way to save time."
His new, harsh manner frightened Diane a little, but she had made her decision and she
would stick by it. She slowly rose from the couch and headed for the bedroom. She
heard the door close behind her and turned to see that she was locked inside with Alan
and his dog.
"Does he have to watch?" she asked, pointing to the dog. At first she had thought the
dog was pretty, but there was something about him now that made her feel uneasy. She
wished she knew what it was.
"Of course," Alan replied. "He might feel left out otherwise. Anyway, what's so bad
about having a dog watch? You're not afraid of him, are you?"
Diane smiled as she looked at the floor in thought. It really was a little silly to be afraid
of being watched by a dog. Taking a deep breath, she resolved that she would be able to
go through with it now.
"Okay, let's get to it," Alan said in a casual voice. "Take off that bikini and get set for
the fuck of your life." With that, Alan began to remove his own pants while he kicked
off his shoes.
Diane hesitated for a moment. The firm resolve she had had when she was walking
over here was beginning to slip. She was now faced with the gut reality of having to go
through with it. There was a big difference between saying she wanted to do something
and actually doing it. Even before she had entered the bedroom, there was still time to
back out. Now there was no choice. He would never let her out of the bedroom now,
she thought. It was too late to change her mind. In only seconds Alan was standing
before her naked, his thick hard cock already standing out from his belly like some live
animal. He turned to face her with a lewd grin on his face and began stroking the heavy
foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head.
"Not bad, eh Diane?" he smiled, obvious to the fact that she was staring at the huge
cock. Diane could see a sadistic gleam in his eyes that had never been there before.
"Is your husband, Mark's, cock as nice as this? Bet you wish he had something like this
to cram up your little pussy!" he said as he continued to stroke his glistening foreskin.
For a moment, Diane found that her thoughts were drifting back to her wedding night,
when Mark had been drunk and taken her in a rage of animal passion. She had loved to
have her body ravished then, and she was beginning to think that there would be no
reason not to love it now. Her eyes were fixed on his swollen flesh shaft that he held in
his hands.
How was it possible for such a slight man to have such a thick penis? She wondered to
herself.
Alan stood for a moment longer as he gazed into her eyes with a burning stare. He
began to move slowly toward her, his big throbbing penis aimed at her like an
advancing spear. He could sense that there was the first traces of fear in her eyes, and
he wanted to make sure that he got to her before she tried to make a scene and ruin
everything.
"Are you going to take that bikini off, or do you want me to do it for you?"
Diane stood motionless. This was it, but she found that her courage was beginning to
fail her. She wished she had drunk more of that greenish fluid.
Angry at her hesitation, Alan reached out and with a quick jerk drew her nearly limp
body against him, cupping her beautiful young face in his palms. With an evil
triumphant leer he pressed his wet lips down over hers and thrust his long tongue into
the depths of her mouth. She was taken completely by surprise with his actions, and
she instinctively tried to pull away. If only he weren't so crude, so coarse. She could feel
his hard naked penis digging into her quivering stomach, and it sent a strange sensation
racing throughout her body.
"Come on, Diane," he breathed into her mouth. "You came over here for this, and you
want it as bad as I do."
The reality of his words burned into her brain and seemed to make her numb. She was
only dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around to snap the back of
her bikini top. With one quick jerk he pulled it off and Diane felt the rush of cool air
against her suddenly naked skin with a gasp. She heard the man mutter a loud sigh of
appreciation as the top fell to the floor and her full white breasts burst free. Alan
dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his fingers in
the elastic band of the bottom part of her swim suit and pulled it quickly down over her
softly rounded buttocks before letting it fall on the floor in a useless heap.
He was right, she thought as she felt his hands strip her. This is what I came for, and I
really do want it. I want to be fucked by this animal.
Now there was nothing left. She stood nakedly before him while he kneeled panting in
front of her. The young wife swayed dangerously, overcome with the combination of
the alcohol and the shock of Alan's crudeness. Then she felt his wetly heated lips
pressing tightly into the sensitive flesh of her belly just above her softly curling pubic
hairs.
The sudden wet contact of his tongue teasing wetly into her navel sent a weird
unexpected chill racing the length of her spine, and she automatically reached forward,
locking her hands in his hair to keep from falling. Alan mistook this for a sign that she
approved of his action and dropped his lips to her lower abdomen, spreading her soft
pussy hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into her moistly flowering
vaginal slit.
Diane jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with her tiny budding clitoris, and
losing her balance, fell back against the bed. She continued to fall and the edge of the
mattress caught her behind her knees. She sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening
wide as she landed.
Alan followed her with his face pressed tightly against her pussy lips, and as she kicked
to close her legs he clamped his palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held
her legs spread wide apart. For an instant, Diane's eyes were wide open in terror as she
thought of the time her husband had tried to do this very thing to her, and she could
think of nothing except that she had found it totally repulsive to her when he had tried
it. She struggled to close her legs, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. Alan was not
nearly as gentle as her husband, and he was far more desperate. Looking down through
the deep cleft between her high upstanding breasts the young wife could see him
hunched on all fours between her widespread thighs grinning up at her like a beast of
prey ready to pounce on some fear-stricken victim. Her naked vaginal flesh was
presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. As she lay frozen on the
mattress, she watched Alan's tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for
the ravishment about to take place. Diane had never dreamed that when she came to
his house she would be treated with such humiliation. All she wanted was to be fucked
to get back at her husband, not to be treated like some sort of slut. Oh God! This was a
million times worse than when Mark tried to lick her there, and she had been able to
stop her husband. She could feel the fear of what she had gotten herself into racing
through her body, and she silently screamed, wanting to escape. Her new found fear
held her frozen flat on her back, her nakedly trembling legs spread wide open.
Again he placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on
the soft fleshy flanges of her fearfully cringing cunt. Then with a slow torturing
outwards movement he drew the thin pink lips slowly apart exposing the moistly
quivering slit to his merciless gaze. He was delighting in the fact that he now had the
upper hand. He would show this teasing bitch that when she came to his bungalow, he
was the boss. He looked greedily for a moment at the pulsing cuntal opening for a
moment and then with an animal-like groan dropped his head into the warm throbbing
walls of her pussy.
The horrified young wife jerked, a soul-searching moan escaping from deep down in
her chest while her buttocks ground down into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape
this maddening assault on her helplessly exposed cunt.
"Oh God! Aaaaaahhh!" she whimpered under his perverse attack. Her head was up off
the mattress watching this nightmare in utter disbelief as his head began rocking up
and down in greedy feast between her widespread thighs below.
"No! It can't be. It can't be." she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised
humiliation. Diane's head fell back on the mattress and flailed helplessly from side to
side as his tongue began lewdly fucking in and out of her involuntarily dilating vaginal
lips. Alan's hands groped up over her flat little belly and dug harshly into the soft
warmth of her breasts, his fingers rolling between them in unrelenting fury. As his
mouth and tongue worked animal-like over her wide-spread cunt, his eyes remained
open, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the whitely
quivering mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, for the first signs of her body's total
surrender to his tongue and lips.
Diane lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her
helplessly trapped body to. There was nothing she could do, and she fought to keep
back great tears of humiliation and shame welling in her eyes. Random pictures of her
husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking sounds Alan
was making as he licked and sucked her wetly pulsating vagina. Oh God, if she could
only live the last half hour over again, she would never even think of cheating on her
husband. She realized that in her quest for revenge she had gone too far, and there was
nothing she could do about it. This depraved man was shaming her as she had never
thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination and there was
nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation he wanted to
force on her without so much as a scream in protest. And it was all her own fault. She
had brought this all on herself. Oh God! Why couldn't she have been more
understanding to Mark and his needs? Why did she think that by lowering herself to
this level she could get back at her husband? Why had she thought that she could
handle the situation and make this man bend to her will? Diane had never felt so alone
and helpless in her entire life.
Alan kept his eyes locked on his victim's beautiful face as he continued his torturing
tongue-thrusts deep up into her warmly quivering cunt. He watched the helpless eyes
fight to hold back the tears of shame with cruel satisfaction. The poor little bitch. So she
thought she could tease him, did she? Well, he would show her. Before the day was
over she'd be begging him on her knees, pleading him for more.
Chuckling to himself the man brought his hands down and pushed them under the
backs of her knees. He lifted her legs and pushed them up over her voluptuous young
body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed her whole vaginal plane to his
lustful gaze. This would get her, he thought, grinning as he flicked the tip of his tongue
into her tightly puckered anus, nestled just below the gaping mouth of her hair-lined
cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a low
long moan of humiliated anguish from Diane's tortured lips. She clenched her eyes
tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the electric sensation that went
racing out of control through her sensually awakened body.
"Ahhhhhhh, God. No. Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her
buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue licking without mercy at her
helplessly puckering little anal ring. Alan's only answer was a lewd chuckle and a
further stab of his tongue-tip up into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggghhhh, " Diane moaned again as small goosebumps of erotic pleasure
rippled across her heaving belly and softly quivering breasts. To her growing horror she
began to realize that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the obscene things Alan was
doing to her, tiny wisps of strange delight were starting to ripple deep down in her
belly. She began to feel the first flickering thoughts that perhaps she had made the right
decision after all. She could sense that something wonderful was happening to her
body, and she could begin to like what Alan was doing to her if he weren't so
humiliating about it. Even so, she tried to suppress every bit of the lewd sensation
building inside her plundered body.
Alan looked up in surprise as he felt her go cold and dead on him. What the hell had
happened? He could sense that she was on the verge of surrendering completely to his
skillful tongue attack. One look at her set determined face was enough to tell him that
he would get no response from her even if he cut her cunt to pieces!
A blinding flash of rage went through the young man's cruel mind. She was beginning
to try and get the upper hand again, and that was something he could never let her do.
He almost reached out to hit the tightening young housewife, but then an idea came to
him.
"Abdul," he called sharply as he turned back to face the large dog.
Abdul alertly responded. Earlier he had obediently gone to one corner of the room to
lie down, knowing that his master seldom liked to be disturbed at times like this. All
the same, it had upset the handsome animal as he watched his master strip the clothes
from the beautiful woman who had come into the house. The huge dog could
remember the delicious scent of her crotch through her bikini panties, and it had taken
every ounce of training he had received to hold himself back. Nevertheless, Abdul had
indeed forced himself to lie quietly while his master dropped down on his knees, his
head plunging towards that warmly scented hole up between his new friend's full white
thighs. The dog was a little confused by the conflicting odors of fear and sex in the
room, but things like that were nothing new to him.
Abdul leaped to his feet when he heard his name called, not sure what the man wanted,
his ears pointing forward expectantly, his muscles bunched tightly waiting .for a
command.
"Get over here," Alan snapped, "and lick this little cunt right out of her mind." Alan's
fingers spread open Diane's wetly throbbing pussy lips for the dog to see and moved
out of the way so the big animal could crowd in between the determined girl's now
rigid thighs.
Diane lay stiffly still, staring at the ceiling, aware that Alan had stopped mouthing her
cunt and ass but determined to pay no attention to anything else he might do. Suddenly
a wetly burning sensation of unbelievable proportions burst at the lips of the girl's
vagina and sent a bolt of pleasure careening insanely over her shuddering nerve-ends.
Her back arched automatically and a low gurgling moan came from her lips. Then it
happened again, even more overpowering this time, causing her muscles to spasm
uncontrollably.
Diane looked up in awe, searching for the source of this incredible stimulation that was
tearing through her body and saw to her horror Abdul's long wet tongue shoot out for
a third time and bury its burning wetness far up into the sensitive folds of her wetly
fluttering pussy. The dog licked on and on, his huge tongue parting the soft pink
vaginal flesh as if it were soft melted butter, digging deep, deep into the fearfully
cowering young wife's most intimate recesses.
Diane could no longer hold back her tears and she sobbed helplessly before this
unnatural attack, and suddenly, in spite of all her determination she felt her sensually
awakening body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked involuntarily towards that
beautiful licking tongue which was sending helpless waves of delicious sensation searing
over her raw nerves.
"Oh... no... no... I can't. I can't!" She cried as the cruel realization of her loss of control
suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at
the thought, not only of this perverted act being forced on her, but the even more
frightening and shameful realization that her traitorous young body was suddenly
enjoying it. She clenched her teeth and fought with all her will against the flashing
sparks of sensation between her legs that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable
flame and devour her in helplessness. But it was a losing battle and she knew it as the
big dog continued to lick ceaselessly at her naked cuntal flesh.
And then... after a long moment of desperate struggle within her tortured and confused
mind the dam burst.
The young girl's shamelessly aroused body jerked once and then began a slow
abandoned grinding movement up against the hotly thrusting tongue. Her hands
reached up automatically to seize the great collie by the ears and pull his long slippery
tongue deeper into her quivering widespread cunt. Forgotten were the thoughts of her
revenge, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts
of pleasure racing through her flesh like tiny lances of an unbelievably beautiful fire.
Alan stood by the bed lewdly stroking his thick pulsating penis as he grinned down at
the moaning young woman's surrender to the dog's obscene licking of her tight little
pussy. He watched in delight as Abdul's relentless tongue sliced through the soft blonde
pubic hair, moist now from the obscene mixture of vaginal secretions and canine saliva.
Diane's hips ground up into the animal's face above her in a mindless hypnotic rhythm
of lust. She was lost now, Alan gloated while he excitedly watched the lewd wantonness
contort her lovely face. He knew it would not be long before he had his own cock in
that tight little cunt, before she would be screaming for it, begging him for more. Alan
couldn't help but smile as he watched his dog lapping the beautiful girl into
whimpering submission. He had seen it happen again and again. Women found that
there was no way they could resist the thrill of Abdul's tongue piercing the soft folds of
their sensitive cunts.
As Abdul's wetly lashing tongue continued to pierce relentlessly through her heated
cuntal flesh, each thrust brought a deep throaty moan from the young girl on the bed
above him. Diane thought it would never end, and she hoped that this sensual heaven
would go on forever. Each hot burning swipe of the searing tongue seemed to last an
eternity, making Diane aware of every fraction of an inch that it slid into her
convulsing flesh. She could feel it start far down her anus, then thrust deeply into the
hot dripping vaginal slit on its way up before digging maddeningly over the tiny
sensitive bud of her palpitating clitoris. To the passionately moaning girl it felt as if
each touch of that wonderful animal tongue was charged with some unholy electricity
that was almost more than her newly aroused nerves could bear.
Diane could sense that she was nearing orgasm. She had to be. There had to be an
eventual release from these impossibly demanding sensations that Abdul was licking
into her helpless loins. Yes! Yes! She could feel it. It was going to happen. She was
about to cum. She could feel the fragile bubble growing deep up inside her quivering
belly. With just a few more swipes of that beautiful scorching tongue...
But suddenly, it stopped. Diane looked up in shock as she became aware that the
delicious licking of her lewdly grinding cunt had stopped, and she saw Abdul being
pulled away by the collar. Alan was cursing the eager dog, demanding that he abandon
her frantically quivering pussy.
"Get out of there, you son of a bitch!" he snapped. Diane could see the animal's huge
scarlet penis protruding in expectation from the hairy sheath below his belly, and a
strange feeling of fear came over her. God! Oh God! she needed it, wanted it, wanted
something to quench this burning fire up inside her passion-aroused vagina. She
twisted helplessly in sensual longing on the mattress, moaning and fighting the insane
urge to dig her fingers deep into her own hungering vaginal flesh.
"Why? Why did you pull him away? Please you have to let him finish. You have to! I
was so close... so close!" she begged in delirium.
"Don't you worry, you little cock teaser," Alan leered. "I have just the thing you want
right here between my legs."
"God! Hurry... Hurry!" Diane pleaded, hardly knowing what she was saying, aware
only of this new need, this new craving that had invaded her body and made her a
stranger to herself. She pressed her thighs tightly together to try and confine the fire
that burned within, but the pressure against her passionately swollen cuntal lips only
made her groan in increased frustration. Abdul made one final lunge towards her, his
own passion further ignited by the pleading tone of her words.
Alan took hold of the dog again by his collar and opened the bedroom door, almost
throwing the aroused creature out as he slammed the door again.
"That ought to keep him out of my way," said Alan as he grinned lewdly at the
writhing girl on the bed. He watched with glee as she pressed and rubbed her thighs
together, and noticed that there was nothing she could do to herself to end the blazing
fires she was feeling in her loins. For a brief moment he listened to the pathetic whines
of Abdul from the other side of the door, but he consoled himself with the fact that the
huge dog would get his piece of cunt soon enough. Right now it was his turn.
Alan walked towards Diane, his eyes blazing. Despite her need, the wildly excited
young girl closed her eyes for a moment to shut out the humiliation she was still
feeling. His piercing eyes seemed to increase the feeling of shame burning with the
same intensity as the fire in her loins. No matter how unnatural, she thought, it would
be better to have the dog.
"Okay, baby, it's my turn now. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked
before," Alan breathed hoarsely as he inched still closer to her trembling form. Diane
lay still, her thighs opening and closing, her own breath rasping painfully in her throat.
Once again her eyes fixed on the huge pole of hard flesh jutting from her neighbor's
belly, and her stomach quivered and heaved as though it were already sunk deep inside
her. She lay hypnotized as that huge pulsating organ approached closer and closer,
paralyzed like a bird frozen with fear before the slithering attack of a snake.
Alan bent down over her nakedly trembling lush body and fastened his teeth sensually
into the nipple of her heaving right breast. The sobbing young blonde groaned and
attempted to twist away from that sudden sharp torture, but his hands held her tight,
playing over her soft thighs and hips. As his lips roamed wetly over the whitely
palpitating mounds, a blissful twitch descended feather-like to her loins below and the
half-smothered girl began a slow grinding of her hips into the mattress beneath her.
"You came over here to get it," Alan chortled as his lips slithered over the most
sensitive parts of her body, his eyes hard with passion mixed with greed, "and I aim to
give it to you. You're too good for the dog. I'm gonna see to it that you twist and
squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. You want it and you know it."
Diane froze under the prodding of his lewd and obscene words, and they aroused her
even more. But she still struggled within herself against this final surrender. She had
never dreamed that she would become so passionately aroused, and she was afraid to
make the final surrender to this perverse man.
"Spread those legs, baby, I'm coming in," Alan leered in triumph over her, and
knowing she had no other choice, quivering in both fear and the burning sensation
raging through her loins from the dog licking, the helpless young wife spread her
thighs obediently. Alan levered up over her, his arms still, his hands on her shoulders.
He thought with a lewd smile that his hidden camera was capturing everything, every
pleading sound she made, every facial expression. He knew that the film he was making
would bring him not only a great deal of money, but the fame and recognition he
deserved.
Reaching down with one hand, he guided his eagerly throbbing cock forward with his
fingers and used the thick rubbery head of his penis to part her soft, hair-fringed
vaginal lips. The terrified girl turned her head to one side on the mattress, closing her
eyes with a shudder as she felt his throbbing cock-head make contact against the
sensitive outer flesh of her pussy. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity,
not daring to breath, lying still in utter submissiveness before him. It was out of her
hands now. She had made her decision long ago... never dreaming that it would lead to
this. There was nothing she could do against him. She was completely at his mercy.
"Aaaaahhh," she breathed as she felt his harsh pressure nudging against her tight elastic
vaginal opening.
He pushed into her harder.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned again as the lust-swollen tip slipped through, cruelly
stretching her vagina until Diane felt as though her thighs would split apart from the
relentless pressure. With that sharp searing pain all the accumulated passion raced from
her system, and she wanted nothing else but to escape the painful impalement that lay
ahead.
"God! You're too big. You're hurting me. You're hurting me!" Diane was suddenly
screaming almost at the top of her voice. Wide-eyed with passion she saw Alan grin
almost sadistically above her. Oh God, he was killing her and she was loving it. She
tried to brace herself against the pain shooting through her loins, but she found that it
was more blissful than anything she had ever known, and despite the agony, she hoped
he would continue. She had to feel his long thick cock ramming up deep in her aching
cunt. She had to feel it now!
Alan was just as aroused as she was. He had to fuck her, and the quicker the better.
And with that he fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts back against
her chest. In the same moment he thrust his hips forward and his long thick cock tore
into her tight little cunt like an out of control freight train, pushing her moistly heated
vaginal flesh before it in rippling waves, sliding in with one smooth stroke until with a
loud smack his sperm-laden balls smacked into her tightly clenched ass-cheeks.
"God! Oh God!" the tortured girl cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her
life, and his hotly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a
thousand tiny pieces. He had fucked into her without mercy, without concern for the
pain she might feel and now his long impaling rod of male flesh lay sunk deep in her
pain wracked belly, filling it to the bursting point. There wasn't one tiny fleshy ridge of
that burying pillar that she could not feel as it pressed tightly into her, enveloped in her
moist warm vaginal sheath like a sword that had been sliced cruelly into its helpless
victim's belly. Diane lay still, afraid to move because of the pain it might bring, aware
that Alan was hovering motionless above her. Neither made a sound for a long moment
until suddenly the tensed young girl felt a throb deep up inside as Alan flexed his lust
thickened penis, jerking it another inch up into her seething vagina.
"Uuuuuuhhhh," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting with the fresh addition of
blissful pain. "Aaaaaahhh," she groaned deeply, the cords of her neck standing out
starkly.
"Like it?" Alan grinned down in lewd delight as the tortured girl twisted her face into a
tormented expression.
"I asked if you liked it," he snarled again as he once more flexed his thickly throbbing
penis.
"Oooooohhhhh, yes, yes," she cried, her words controlled by the searing lust she was
feeling.
"Beg then," he hissed in a low voice. "I want you to tell me what you want me to do."
"Beg you for what?" Diane asked, totally unable to think against the flooding passion
that clouded her mind.
"Beg me to fuck you, now!" And again he throbbed his pulsing cock deep up inside her
belly.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, God. I can't. Please, I can't say it."
Diane fought with all her courage to escape this final humiliation, knowing it would be
the ultimate surrender, something she would never be able to live down. She had never
thought that she would be used for this humiliation, and she fought to keep the last
shred of pride left to her. She had thought that she would be the one to make him beg,
but she could see now that she had been wrong.
"I told you to beg, bitch," he commanded. "I'm tired of this shit. Beg!"
She cringed before the savage fire burning in his eyes, and with each flexing of his
throbbing cock up deep in her quivering cunt, the passion raging in her vagina
increased.
"Oh God," she sobbed helplessly, her resistance totally broken by the searing blissful
pain. "Do it to me. Do it to me now."
"Not like that. I want you to tell me to fuck you," he demanded.
"Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth, her tears
gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd obscene words. Her humiliation was
complete now, and she knew that she would never be able to live with herself again.
She wished she had never come, never thought of getting back at her husband. And yet,
despite the humiliation she was feeling, she knew that she had to be released from the
burning passion raging deep in her vagina. There was no hope. Nothing mattered but
that huge fleshy shaft buried deep up inside her throbbing vagina. She would have to
surrender completely to give herself the pleasures he promised. She wished she were
dead.
Alan sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance and self-respect left in his
neighbor's soul. If she can't take it, she shouldn't tease, he thought to himself.
Clamping his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth he began a slow little
fucking motion up between her widespread thighs. He could feel her tight narrow pussy
passage widening slightly with each short smooth stroke, and he knew it shouldn't take
long now to turn this cock teasing bitch into a raw squealing mass of helpless desire.
He had sensed this by the way she had responded to Abdul's tongue. This little bitch
might think she could handle herself around other men, able to arouse men other then
her husband, but she would have to learn that when she did that, she would have to
take what came to her. He would give her a lesson she would never forget. If she had
waited and allowed him to seduce her, he would have been a little more gentle. But she
had attacked his pride, and he could tell right away that she was not used to things like
that.
Diane's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the
lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. The battle had already been lost, and
even the humiliating thought of her total surrender to his heavily skewering cock sent
perverse chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Alan's
long thick cock fucking wetly up into her now hotly flowering cuntal flesh. Her whole
body nakedly twitched and writhed beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into
the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with sudden abandon deep into his
throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance spilled form her in torrents as her
face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostril flared, a light sweat
breaking out on her forehead under her now disheveled blonde hair.
Alan slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the naked globes of her
sensuously moving buttock, digging his fingers harshly into the soft warm flesh. He
remembered with lust-inciting clarity the sight of her knocking at his back door as she
had come on to him, and the realization that he had taken the matter out of her hands
drove him to greater frenzy. Her pumping young buttocks were flexing and unflexing,
jerking under his fingers as he pressed them tighter against the soft flesh. With a groan
the man pulled the moaning wife harder up against her loins and felt her thighs open a
little more in response, her moist cunt flaring open wider still to receive his pistoning
cock deeper and deeper up inside her belly.
The cock-impaled young wife realized the pain was gone now, and her legs on either
side of the madly fucking shaft were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon.
She kept her eyes closed and worked her tongue feverishly up into his mouth, all the
while mewling out soft pleading sounds of velvety pleasure. In her neck and thighs the
tendons stood out hard and tense as she writhed in complete wantonness beneath her
tormentor, nothing in her mind but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this
stranger who was doing exactly what she had hoped he would so long ago... and now
she wanted to give back to him the pleasure he was giving her.
Slaving above her, Alan moved suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his
rigidly pulsating cock almost all the way out of her tightly clasping vagina on the
outstroke. Then he began thrusting forward into her eagerly uplifted buttocks until he
could feel his balls slap harshly against her unprotected anus. To cause the young wife
still more humiliation, he slid his hand down over her frantically pumping buttocks,
searching for her tiny puckered anus cradled so invitingly below. He found its muscular
warmth and could feel the puckering little anal mouth working rhythmically with the
movements of her buttocks as they ground hotly up against his loins. With a quick jab
of his outstretched middle finger he pushed in hard, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield
before his attack.
"Ooooohhhh," the surprised girl gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful
protest. Alan thrust harder, taking a strange pleasure in her sounds of pain.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" She groaned louder this time at the further outrage against her
defenseless rectum, but there was no respite. Alan worked his finger around inside,
stretching her hot spongy flesh wider and wider as he ground into her. He inserted
another finger and felt the last resistance give way as he rammed his extended fingers
into the soft warm depths, listening with delight as the twisting girl's sharp cries of pain
slowed into gentle whimpers. Gradually, she began to moan with pleasure as her anus
slowly became accustomed to this unnatural invasion.
Alan smiled lewdly and triumphantly into her wetly sucking mouth as he felt the now
delirious young wife begin tentatively screwing her buttocks back onto his fingers while
he probed around inside her tightly clasped rectal walls. She was now helplessly
impaled between his massive throbbing cock in her vagina and the two fingers shoved
tightly into her rectum. Mewling beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in
utter abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
The now heavily sweating man slid his other hand up from under her rhythmically
pumping buttocks to the point where his lust-thickened cock was fucking wetly in and
out of her tight young pussy to feel the soft hair-lined folds of flesh clinging to his
pistoning hardness. He fondled and played with her moistly quivering pussy lips
without slowing his jackhammer strokes, while he brought wilder passion-twisted
contortions to her face. He was almost going out of his mind at the feel of her widening
vaginal passage flowering open wider in greedy desire as her hot little cunt tried to
swallow the whole of his long thick hardness.
Alan quickened his thrusts while the girl's sex-maddened body undulated wildly
beneath him, making each new stroke hot and pulsing and deep. She was getting ready
to cum, there was no doubt about it as her legs jerked up on either side of him, her
back beginning to arch. Then, with a loud wet popping sound he slipped his fingers
from her rectum and put his hands behind her knees, forcing them up and over so that
her kneecaps were pressed tightly down into the mattress on either side of her head,
rolling her into a helpless ball of primordial lust. Her wide-stretched young pussy was
completely open to him now as his pile-driving cock fucked deeply up into her hot
fleshy cunt.
"Uh, uh, uh," the wild-eyed wife chanted rhythmically beneath him, her face contorted
in an unrecognizable mask of completely abandoned passion. Muttering obscenities, the
laboring Alan quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep, boring far up into her
secret hidden recesses, searching out the most secret corners of her womb. Her large
fleshy breasts below heaved and quivered and their tiny hardened nipples seemed so
elongated now that they looked as though they were about to pop from her flesh.
Suddenly the nakedly moaning young woman shivered under him! He looked down
and saw her glassy-eyed, a blind, frightened half-comprehending stare.
"Oh God," she moaned, "Aaaahhh! God! I'm coming... cumming... aaaaaaahhhh!" And
then he felt her wildly twitching cunt flare wide and a warm wet flood gush out around
his heavily pistoning cock. Alan fucked her faster, digging deep, deep up inside her
rippling belly, wanting her to remember this all her life. Bucking madly, the wailing
girl, mouth open wide, jerked up towards him several times, her lust-driven cuntal lips
nibbling and sucking at his thick pistoning penis as if she were trying to milk him dry.
This added stimulation drove him to new heights of passion, and he made one last
desperate plunge into the mass of convulsing pussy flesh beneath him. Suddenly he felt
an explosion deep in his drum-tight balls as a burning stream of molten sperm shot
madly up the full length of his wildly jerking cock, jetting far up into her wetly
quivering cuntal passage. Their combined juices mingled lewdly for a moment far up
inside her womb and then gushed out white and thick around the base of his still
heavily ejaculating penis.
Diane shuddered one last time, lost in the joy of at last reaching orgasm, feeling as
though she had been rocketed to some fabulous new universe, all shooting stars and
fiery suns. She hung in the magic land for a moment and then wet suddenly limp, her
legs splaying obscenely out on either side of Alan's still pumping form. The ecstatic
young wife's naked body was beaten and bruised as it had never been before, but she
felt as though her old self had returned to her. She lay for a long moment in her private
world, until she realized who it was that had created this paradise. He was the stranger
she had wanted. The other man she had needed to save her marriage. She had
succeeded. She did not care anymore about getting revenge on her husband.
She raised her head and looked at the man laying on top of her, his thick penis still
buried deep up inside her palpitating vagina. A feeling of warmth came over her as she
realized that she had been able to accomplish her plan after all. She thought of what a
comical picture she must be making right now with her legs obscenely spread and her
breasts smashed flat by his weight that lay upon her like a smothering rock. She had
just been fucked and fucked good, just as he had told her, and all she wanted right now
was to be left alone with her thoughts. She was actually surprised that she felt no guilt
about cheating on her husband. She closed her eyes and began to drift off into a blissful
sleep.
Alan looked down at her and smiled. He was wondering how he would get her to stay
until her husband and his sister could return, but it seemed as though he would have
no problem after all. She was taking care of that all by herself. He gently got off the bed
and raced to his room on the other side of the wall to make sure that his camera had
captured everything. It had. And there was still film to spare. Perfect, he thought to
himself. Now all he had to do was wait for Karen to come home. He knew she would
be able to handle everything from now on. He smiled to himself as the thought of
Diane's husband's rage-filled face would be caught on his film. He wondered what
would be going through his mind as the young man found out what his wife had been
doing behind his back. Lighting a cigarette, he propped his feet up on a small chair and
prepared to wait.


Chapter 5

Mark couldn't remember a time when he felt happier, he was thinking as he sat in his
morning session. Everything seemed to be going very well for him now that he had
found a woman who knew what sex was all about. As much as he loved Diane, he had
come to the realization that she was not giving him everything he needed, but as long
as he could just walk the thirty or so feet necessary to get to Karen's cabin, everything
would be just fine, just fine indeed.
The morning passed quickly for him, and he found that he was more attentive to his
lessons than he had been since they had started. When they were over for the morning,
he decided that rather than stay at the building, he would go home and eat lunch with
his wife. As long as he was feeling happy, he decided that he might as well share his joy
with his wife. Perhaps they could work out some of their problems together. He might
even tell her that it would be all right for her to take another lover. After all, if it
worked for him, it could very easily work for her.
Walking out of the class room after the morning sessions were over, he saw that Ester
was waiting for him by the door.
"Hey, handsome, what are you doing for lunch?" she asked him as he tried to avoid
her. "I thought that we might be able to get together and talk about your future in the
company."
Mark thought for a moment about taking her up on her proposal, but he thought the
better of it. He really didn't need what she had to offer, now that he had found Karen,
and he knew that no matter what he did, she could still make trouble for him. He
decided to play it safe and leave her alone.
"Sorry, Ester," he said, trying to avoid looking into her eyes. "I think I'll go home and
have lunch with my wife. Maybe another time."
A look of hurt passed across Ester's face, but it quickly changed to a smile.
"I admire a man who is that loyal to his wife," she said, still smiling, and Mark thought
he could detect a hint of seductiveness in the twinkling of her eyes. Tough, he thought
to himself. She can get all the men she wants. Maybe she should work on Bob or John
again. I don't need further complications at the moment.
He left her standing in the hallway and quickly walked through the building. Outside,
the city of Chicago was alive with thousands of people on their way to lunch. Mark
shut out the noise of the afternoon rush and walked to his car. He was about to get in
when he heard a voice calling his name. He spun around and saw that Karen was
standing right behind him. A smile broke his face as he saw that she was slowly
walking toward him.
"Well, this is a surprise," he said as she came closer. She was wearing a short halter top
and very short denim shorts. Her long silky legs moved with incredible grace and ease.
"I was just thinking about you," he told her.
"And I've been thinking about you all morning," she lied. "I was thinking that you
might like to have lunch at my cabin. And I won't take no for an answer."
Mark couldn't believe his ears. This was better than he could have ever hoped. He was
used to getting his way with women, but he never thought that a woman like Karen
would literally throw herself at him. His idea to have lunch and talk with his wife
vanished like thin smoke in the wind. He could see his wife any time. A woman like
Karen was not one to be kept waiting.
"I think I'd like that just fine. How on earth did you find out where I'd be?" he asked,
thinking that he had never told her where his sessions were.
"I have my ways," she said, turning her head and giving him a smile that told him the
whole topic was irrelevant. "I'm here now though, and that's all the matters. My car or
yours?"
Mark was actually delighting in the straight forwardness of the woman. There was no
beating around the bush with her. She got right to the point.
"I think we'd better take my car," he told her. "I have to be back here this afternoon."
Karen nodded slowly as she walked around to the passenger door.
The drive to the motel was silent, but Mark felt none of the uncomfortableness that can
come with such situations. Karen's free and easy manner completely put him at ease.
Just being with her was an electrifying experience and conversation was not necessary.
Taking a short cut that Karen knew, there was little traffic to slow Mark's skillful
driving, and in no time at all, they were at the motel.
"What about your wife," Karen asked in a matter of fact voice. "Don't you think she'll
see us together?"
"Let her see," answered Mark. "Besides, I don't think she's home anyway," he lied. If
she was at home, she would never expect him to be here and she would not be looking
for him. He could always say that he had decided to have lunch with his neighbor.
There was no need to tell her any more than was necessary.
Opening up the front door, Karen led Mark into her living room.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I fix a little something in the
kitchen," she said, leaving him alone in the living room. Mark sat down on the familiar
couch and glanced around the room. He was actually feeling right at home. There was
something in Karen's manner that made him feel more than welcome.
Suddenly, he heard what he thought was a whine. He turned his body on the couch
and noticed a large collie sitting by the bedroom door, pacing nervously as though he
wanted to get into the room. That was odd, he thought to himself. Karen had never
mentioned having a dog. Mark bounced off the couch and went over to pet the huge
animal. "I didn't know you had a dog," he called out to Karen. "He's beautiful. What's
his name?"
"Abdul," said Karen as she re-entered the room carrying a drink in each hand. It was
not the same drink he had had before, and he was a little relieved. No matter what
happened here this afternoon, he would still have to function when he returned to his
lessons.
Abdul watched as Karen sat down on the couch. He seemed unable to make a decision
between staying by the bedroom door and walking over to Karen.
"That's odd," she told Mark as he sat down next to her and took a glass from her hand.
"Usually he's very glad to see me. He always comes over to greet me whenever I come
home. What's the matter, precious?" she said, leaning forward and extending her hand
to the panting collie. Abdul leaped to his feet but remained by the door.
"Maybe something's wrong in the bedroom," suggested Mark, knowing that sometimes
dogs act this way when someone they love is hurt.
"Oh, I don't think so," answered Karen. Alan must have kicked him out while he
screwed your pretty little wife, she thought to herself, and he just wants to get his share.
"I guess he just doesn't like to be left alone. By the way, did I tell you that my brother
is a photographer?"
"No you didn't," answered Mark. He was beginning to wonder what she was driving at.
It wasn't like her to make conversation like this. He was beginning to wonder if he was
actually going to get a chance to fuck her before he had to get back to his sessions. She
seemed to be wasting time, stalling about something.
"Well, he is. Would you like to see his studio?"
Mark couldn't figure out what sort of game she was playing, but he decided to go along
with her. He really didn't have much choice.
"If you don't think he'll mind. Some people are touchy about things like that."
"Oh, I don't think he'll mind," she said, lowering her head and looking up at him,
smiling out of one side of her mouth. "It's that door right there, the one next to the
bedroom. Just open it up. He might even be in there."
A number of thoughts passed through Mark's mind as he walked across the room
toward the door. Despite Karen's seductiveness, she was teasing him in a way he didn't
like. Why would she bring him to her cabin like this if she didn't intend to fuck him?
She must know that he really wasn't interested all that much in her brother. He
couldn't believe that he had read her intentions wrong. She was playing with him, and
he didn't like it. For a moment he thought of just telling her what he was thinking, but
he decided that he would play her game for a little while longer. It might be that she
was leading him up to something that was better than he could imagine, and he wanted
to give her all the time she needed. Not too much time, thought.
Putting his hand on the door knob, he turned it and pulled the door open toward him.


Chapter 6

Alan was chain smoking only his second cigarette when he heard Karen and Mark enter
the bungalow. He had been watching Diane for all that time, smiling as she lay on the
bed, breathing to regain her breath. Good ol' Karen, he thought. Her timing was
perfect. He knew she would see Abdul by the bedroom door and would be able to
figure out what had happened, and what she would have to do to continue his film.
Through the door, he could hear Karen and Mark talking, and he could sense the
feeling of apprehension in Mark's voice. The poor boy must have an erection at this
very moment, and he smiled at what must be running through the confused husband's
mind right now. He was probably thinking that he was being made a toy. Well, let him
think that. It wasn't all that far from the truth anyway. He was just finishing his
cigarette when he heard Mark start to open the door. Looking up from his peep-hole,
he smiled at the confused looking young man.
"Mark, Mark Williams. Glad to meet you. Karen has told me all about you. I'm Alan,
Karen's brother. Come in, come in."
Mark stood at the open door, his mind racing with a million conflicting thoughts. What
the hell was going on here? It seemed as though he was expected. Karen wasn't going
to fuck him after all. She couldn't have brought him here just to meet her brother, but
what ever the real reason, Mark could not see it.
"Uh... good afternoon... uh... Alan. Uh... Karen tells me you're a photographer," the
young man stammered.
"And she tells me you're quite a lover. I can see that she wasn't exaggerating. But of
course, I knew all along," Alan smiled as he lit another cigarette. "Would you like to see
some of my work."
"Yes," answered Mark before he had a chance to think. There was something
mysterious about this man. His smile put Mark at ease, but there was something wrong
with his face. Even though Mark couldn't put his finger on it, he could sense that Alan
was playing with him more than Karen was. Whatever was going on, Alan and Karen
were obviously in on it together, and Mark wanted to know what it was.
"I thought you might. In fact, I was ready for you. I've had these pictures ready for
some time."
Alan handed Mark the pile of stills he had taken of the young man and his sister the
day before. Mark took them without letting his eyes leave the smiling younger man. He
wanted to see if there was something in his expression that might give him some clue as
to what was d happening. It was no use. He let his eyes rest on the top picture. ḋ
Alan grinned lewdly as he watched Mark's reaction. He was not disappointed. The
young executive's eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open. He obviously couldn't
have been more shocked if the earth had fallen out from under him.
He was staring at a graphic picture of his naked body locked in an embrace with the
writhing naked form of Karen! For a moment, his mind was a complete blank. He
could feel the blood leaving his face, and he felt that he had to sit down for a moment.
Finding an empty chair in the studio, he slowly lowered his trembling body, his eyes
fixed on the top picture. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do. He
looked at the second picture, and saw to his horror that it was just as lurid as the first.
Quickly glancing at the rest of them, he finally looked up at Alan, who was smiling and
watching him with a strange smile of glee on his face.
"Where... where did you get... these?" the young man stuttered, not wanting to believe
that he had been seen cheating on his wife.
"Now that's what I call a stupid question," said Alan, smiling broadly and lighting
another cigarette, offering his pack to Mark. Mark seemed not to notice, and Alan
shrugged his shoulders and continued to smile. "Where do you think I got them? I told
you I was a photographer. A damn good one, as you can see. If you like, you can have
those. It's easy enough to make copies. A man of my talents should have no trouble."
Mark shook his head as though he were waking up from a dream. There could only be
one use for these pictures. This perverted photographer was going to show them to
Diane. He was going to be blackmailed. "How much do you want for them?" asked
Mark, bracing himself for the worst.
"The pictures or the negatives?" asked Alan, delighting in his power over the confused
young man.
"The negatives, damn it!" shouted Mark. "How much do you want for them?"
"You know, that's exactly what your wife asked me. I'm glad to see that she and you
share the same appreciation for fine art."
Mark couldn't believe that he had heard correctly. Had this man actually shown these
filthy pictures to Diane? It couldn't be true. Why would he do something like that?
"Do you expect me to believe that Diane has already seen these things?" asked Mark.
He was trying to sort through his mind and come to a conclusion about what was
happening. If it were true that Diane had seen them, his marriage was as good as
finished. And so was his future with the company. The president of the insurance
company had made it clear that he would tolerate no scandal among his employees.
The way Diane was acting lately, it was very likely that she would reveal to the
president that Mark had been screwing around.
"You can believe what you want," answered Alan. "Diane seemed to think that they
were very good pictures. So good, in fact, that she wanted to have some of the same
taken of her... and me."
Mark could feel his anger boiling inside him. He wanted to strike out at the man,
wanted to wipe that stupid leering smile from his face. This couldn't be happening to
him. The whole thing was absurd. What had Diane been doing behind his back?
"I don't believe you," said Mark as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I don't
believe that Diane has seen them, and I believe even less that she wanted to have some
made of her."
"That's what's going to make you a good business man," said Alan as he turned away
from Mark. "You don't believe anything until you actually see it. I like that. The proof
is in the pudding, as they say. Have a look for yourself," he said, pointing to one of the
peep-holes. Mark moved faster than he would have liked, but he had to make sure.
Placing his right eye at the hole, he gazed at the bedroom.
At first his eyes were not able to make anything out clearly, but soon he saw that it was
indeed the bedroom where only yesterday he had fucked Karen. Everything was the
same, except for the bed.
There, totally naked and with a calm, contented smile on her face, was the slowly
revolving form of his wife, Diane!
For a moment, Mark was afraid to breath. It was true! Everything Alan had told him. It
must be. Diane didn't look as though she was very sorry about what she had done. In
fact, judging from the smile on her face, it looked as though she was very pleased with
herself.
Mark pulled his face away from the hole and burned his gaze at Alan. His mouth
opened as though he wanted to say something, but he could not think of any words.
Everything was happening too fast. Alan was looking at him with a blank face as
though he were waiting for whatever the young man might say. Finally, Alan decided
that he would carry out the rest of his plan.
"I'll bet you thought your wife was sweet, pure and wholesome. Well, my friend, I have
a little surprise for you. Would you like to see what your wife is really like?"
Again Mark opened his mouth, and again he found words failing him.
"I can see that you do," said Alan without giving Mark a chance to answer. "One of the
best things about this room is that you see people as they really are. Suppose we watch
your wife together. I think you might enjoy the little treat."
Without another word, Alan pressed his eye against his own peep-hole. He decided that
he would not tell Mark that his cameras were still running. There was no need to push
his luck. He did not want to risk having all his expensive camera equipment broken by
a rampant husband.
Mark said nothing, but pressed his eye to the peep-hole. He had to see for himself. He
would accept nothing less.

* * *

Out in the hall, Karen was listening to the conversation between Mark and Alan. She
was smiling to herself, proud that she had correctly read the clues her brother had left
her. She was kneeling down and stroking Abdul as she listened. The dog was incredibly
restless, and his dog-penis was once again extended. It was very obvious to Karen that
he wanted to finish what he had started with Diane. When she heard that Mark and
Alan had finished talking, she knew it was time to let Abdul back into the bedroom.
She opened the bedroom door and the dog almost ran to Diane.
On the bed, Diane was just beginning to wake up from her light sleep. Every muscle in
her body ached, and it took her a few moments for her to realize where she was. Then
she remembered. She had allowed that dog, that big beautiful dog to lick and suck her
pussy, and then Alan had fucked her in the most incredible way she could have
imagined. She tried to sit up, but found that she was too exhausted. She fell back on the
bed, visions of what had happened to her passing through her mind. Despite her pain,
she was feeling very content. She could have slept all day, but she knew that she had
better get up and go back home. She wondered where Alan was, and then reasoned that
he had left when she had drifted off. She lay in the bed for a long moment as she tried
to put back together her scattered thoughts. She had never been fucked like she had
been with Alan before, and she was anxious to have Mark now that she knew what
pleasures could be obtained with a little change.
And then she heard a slight noise at the door. She lifted her head and thought she saw
the door close. What was happening? she asked herself. Everything was still in the
room, and then she heard another noise. It sounded like an animal whining. Picking
herself off the bed, she looked near the door, and saw Abdul sitting, looking back at
her. A smile came to her lips as she remembered the sensations his thick hot tongue
had created in her loins. At the moment, Abdul was making no move towards her. It
seemed as though he was uncertain about what to do.
Diane and Abdul stared directly into each other's eyes for a long moment. The lovely
young wife sat completely still, as if mesmerized by the gaze of the big dog standing
across the room, then cautiously reached out a hand. Abdul sensed that she wanted him
to come to her and walked next to the bed. Diane patted the huge animal on the head.
Instantly he moved closer to her, standing on his hind legs, his paws , on her breasts.
Before she knew what was happening, his warm moist tongue quickly darted out to
brush hotly against her lips, causing a shudder to rush through her body. In a natural
reaction, Diane pulled away, more out of surprise than revulsion, and looked deeply
into his huge brown eyes. She took his handsome head between her hands and pressed
her lips tightly against his wet nose.
In the other room, Mark was completely and utterly shocked by what he saw. Could
that be his wife? His own sweet Diane kissing a dog like that? He blinked his eyes to
try and blot out the vision, but when he opened them again, he saw that it was true.
His wife, sweet innocent Diane, was some sort of sex-pervert. He would have never
believed it even if she had told him herself. Watching it made it seem all the worse.
Diane was feeling a little shakey. She thought that she could use another drink to calm
her still edgy nerves, but she did not want to leave the bedroom. Just the sight of the
huge dog brought a glowing fire in her belly, and she tried to sort out the feelings she
was experiencing. She was thinking about how unnatural it was to feel this way about a
dog, even a dog as skillful and wonderful as Abdul, but she could not help herself.
Every time she closed her eyes, she could remember the sensations his tongue had
caused in her vagina, and she would give anything to feel them again.
"Oh... Abdul... what is wrong with me?" she asked, looking at the dog. Her voice was
very soothing, and even though Abdul had been excited, he sat down and waited,
sensing that Diane might not want him. "Is there anything wrong with me?" Diane
asked, as much to herself as to the dog.
Abdul watched the young woman's every move as she tried to pick herself off the bed.
He could smell the piquant aroma of fluid heat from her human beauty just as he had
tasted it in her mouth. He wanted to move towards her but he was confused, both by
her apparent hesitation and the fact that his master had not given him the command.
Diane looked at the incredible animal as she finally pulled herself fully off the bed. She
began to speak to him in a gentle crooning voice and her female sexual aroma grew
stronger and stronger until Abdul felt a powerful throbbing in his heated flanks. At last
she sat down on the bed again, drawing his eager head into her lap so that the hot
musky fragrance rising from up between her resilient warm thighs permeated his
animal senses.
"Oh, you handsome dog, you," Diane smiled, cradling the hairy head. He seemed to be
much more than just a dog. There was something human and elegant about him, but
he was still a beast and she was enchanted by the base, rank lust that gleamed from his
large brown eyes.
The young woman's head was still reeling from her sleep, but her sexual excitement
burned on relentlessly. There was nothing that could diminish the fire, nothing but to
have a male bring her to completion – and there was no other male but Abdul. She
smiled to herself at what was passing through her mind. "You want to fuck me, don't
you? Yes, I thought so. Well, I want you to. I guess that deep down inside, I'm as much
an animal as you are," she moaned, twisting in her nakedness absolutely aflame with
desire, a total seething wetness between her legs. She found that she actually wanted to
be fucked by Abdul. She had seen some of his talents. She wanted to see more.
Mark sat perfectly still, the blood draining from his face and his mouth hanging open.
His wife's words were burning in his mind, but their meanings didn't make sense. She
was talking to this animal, this beast as though she were actually going to let him fuck
her. Everything he had ever thought of his wife was being washed away by what he was
watching now. He glanced over to Alan. The strange young man was watching
everything as though it were nothing new to him. Mark could feel a burning anger that
his wife was standing naked in front of this stranger, but he was too numb from shock
to do anything about it. He tried to rise from his seat, but found that his legs would not
support his weight. In utter resignation, he resumed watching.
The huge collie sensed the lovely young woman's arousal, and it was all he could do to
keep from mounting her right then and there. Her nakedness was increasing his own
arousal, and he was torn between his natural desires and the need to wait for a
command. She was teasing him by holding his head so close to her vagina, but still he
held himself back. He gazed at all the hidden secrets he had come to know with the
other women, and his trained eyes riveted on the sparse golden triangle partially hiding
that hot little crevice between her legs he remembered so well from less than an hour
ago.
Diane lay back on the bed, feeling that she would go completely out of her mind with
the burning passion she was feeling. Her thoughts reeled from the feverish sensations
raging within that seething fluid channel up between her legs. She pressed her body
into the mattress, her trembling thighs spread partially open, her fingertips tracing up
over her rib cage to her full tingling breasts until they found the small hardened pink
nipples and fiercely fondled them. All the while her eyes searched the burning eyes of
Abdul as he waited and whined on the floor next to the bed.
The dog felt a throbbing wild quiver in his powerful loins, increased by the torrid
craving in Diane's eyes, but still he waited. And then he could wait no longer.
Suddenly he was on the bed in one leap, poised like a statue as he looked down at the
anxiously waiting woman, ardently surveying her exposed nakedness, and then he
lowered his head towards his goal. Diane heard his .little whine and felt his cool wet
nose brush against the flame-filled flesh of her inner thighs.
"Ah... Aaaaahhhhh..." she moaned and lifted her hips up toward the big dog. He
whimpered again as he sniffed, and in near frantic passion she parted her legs wider
and pulled her knees back to her breasts, unable to keep back the sudden gasp as she
felt his damp nose move lower and brush wetly against her tightly puckered little anus.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" she cried the minute his irresistible tongue shot deep up
between her wildly spread buttocks to lick excitedly up and down the smooth length of
the fleshy split around her anal mouth. Diane lost track of all time as the blissful
titillation went on down between her thighs, knowing only that she never wanted it to
stop. She felt the wet searing licking move up over her pulsing cuntal lips, tracing the
thin hair-lined edges until they lapped over her hotly tremoring clitoris. Again and
again he did it, his fire-filled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal flesh
like a warm knife through soft butter. The tongue lapped on and on, at last lunging like
a darting curl far up into her deliriously craving vaginal mouth! The lust-crazed girl
moaned, spasming with sweet ecstasy beneath the oral loving, her sex-glazed eyes
lustfully feeding on the incredibly obscene spectacle taking place between her
widespread thighs below.
"Oooooohhhhhh..." she would cum a dozen times, the lewdly sprawled young wife
giddily moaned, the long thick tongue sending incredible sensations throughout her
hotly smouldering nakedness. Her gasping mewls increased as again and again the
scorching wet tongue grazed eagerly through and over her quiveringly upraised loins,
from her tightly puckered little anus upward through her moistly glistening pussy
crevice and at its peak stabbing in through the heated outer flesh to flick maddeningly
at her tiny palpitating clitoris, fanning the growing flames inside her like a billows.
Diane, in her erotic intoxication did not know or care how long it went on without let
up, only that it continued as the heavenly tongue licked on and on, causing her to
whimper and squirm beneath it.
Suddenly Diane froze in horror, her whole body going rigid, at the sound of the
bedroom door opening. She looked up to gaze in stunned amazement at the intruder.
She recognized the blonde woman as the girl in the pictures with her husband.
"Excuse me," said the young blonde. "But that's my dog, and I want him. If you're not
careful, he might do something to you you might not like."
Diane shrieked and sat up on the bed. This new person was going to ruin everything.
She had wanted Abdul to fuck her, was counting on it, and now it seemed as though it
would never happen.
"What are you doing here?" Diane asked the blonde intruder.
"I happen to live here," was the reply, "and that's my dog. Now you give him to me."
Diane could feel a mounting rage seething in her belly. This blonde was going to take
away her lover, and that was the last thing Diane wanted.
Alan was grinning from ear to ear, but Mark was still in a state of shock. Karen and his
wife were fighting over... over a dog. He had been staring in total disbelief while the
huge animal was licking and lapping at his wife's pussy, but this was just too much. He
felt as though he was watching a complete stranger. That woman in the room couldn't
be his wife. This had to be some sort of nightmare. His wife would never do something
as perverse and depraved as actually allow a dog to fuck her.
Quickly, silently, Alan checked the meters on his recording equipment. It was one thing
to have film of a woman getting fucked by a dog, but to have two women fighting over
the animal... that was something he never thought he would ever film. This film would
bring him enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Diane searched through her mind for something to say. She looked directly into the
other woman's eyes and drew herself together.
"You're not being fair," she said to the young blonde. "You took my husband away, and
now you want Abdul as well."
"Who's talking about being fair. If you treated your husband like he wants, you'd have
him and you wouldn't have to need Abdul. You're very beautiful, but it seems as
though you need a little lesson on sex." And her hand reached out and settled gently on
Diane's naked breast. The startled young woman could not keep from drawing back
and she gasped at the unexpected tingling contact. She was reminded by the erotic
signals running through her just how close to having an orgasm she had been, only
seconds before Karen's arrival. If this girl hadn't come in she would have had the
second orgasm in the same day, and now...
"Get out of here," she hissed at Karen. "You can have Abdul when I'm finished with
him. You can get him any time you want. Why don't you let me have him just this
once?" she pleaded. She looked quickly to the dog and wondered why she made no
move to remove Karen's hand from her breast, whose tantalizing fingers were now
sliding gently over her once again hardening nipples.
"Yes," said Karen, not paying any attention to the pleas of the girl, "I can see that you
could use a few lessons on how to handle different forms of sex."
Karen held the dog's head in her hands and looked into his large brown eyes. "Abdul...
fuck!" Diane was vaguely aware that Karen was leaning closer and closer to her face
and that her hand was bringing sharp flashes of pleasure from her rapidly ballooning
breasts. What was it about this strange person that seemed to confuse her thoughts and
make her so aware of her own body? She looked at Karen and tried to understand what
sort of woman she was, but it was impossible. He mental image of the young blonde
would form nothing definite. Her voice was slow, steady and soothing, and it had an
ethereal, other worldly quality. She could see how it would be possible for Mark to be
taken in 'by her. Her charms were deep and mysterious.
And then Diane could feel the heavy weight of Abdul pressing down on top of her. She
had forgotten that Karen had given him the command, and the poor dog had been so
aroused that now there would be no stopping him. For a brief moment, Diane was
knocked breathless by the sudden addition of weight, but then, she regained herself,
and she raised her head to see that Karen was quickly taking off her clothes.
"W... what are you doing?" Diane asked as Karen pulled Abdul off of her.
"I told you that you could use a few lessons in sex, and its time for the first."
"Oooooohhhhh," was all Diane managed to say, more and more aware of the raging
fire inside her unfulfilled loins. She made no objection as the beautiful younger blonde
lay down next to her, but to her surprise Karen positioned herself so that her head was
at the opposite end of the bed with her face next to Diane's wetly throbbing vagina and
her own loins lay less than a foot from the confused young wife's lust-opened eyes.
"No. I want Abdul. I don't want this. I won't lick you."
"You'll do it and like it," answered Karen. "And if you're a good girl, I'll let you have
Abdul as well." Diane sobbed in confusion and frustration. She had been so close with
Abdul, and now she would have to start all over again. Somehow, she thought that she
would never be able to reach the same heights with this woman that she had with
Abdul.
The dog watched intently. He had gone to the corner of the room when Karen had
pulled him off, wondering if he were being punished for something. And then his dog
mind told him that he had done nothing wrong. He was' very aroused by the sound of
heavy breathing coming from the two naked women on the large bed. They lay on their
sides, facing one another, and he could see the one he had been so feverishly licking
just a few moments ago raise her leg, bending it at the knee with her foot resting on the
mattress so that he could clearly make out her thin little hair-fringed vaginal slit. And
then his mistress gently slid her hand down between the beautiful open legs and her
fingers worked slowly into the wetly heated slit. They played there for a moment before
she withdrew them, and then her lovely face slowly lowered to the other girl's wetly
shining pussy crevice that he had so lovingly licked to near gushing arousal earlier.
Karen was no stranger when it came to making love to another woman. She had done
it many times before while Alan had filmed her. This time, however, there was
something different. She didn't know what it was, but she had an overwhelming desire
to bring Diane pleasure. Perhaps it was the feeling that she was helping the young girl
to save her marriage by showing her something different. She knew that Alan and Mark
were watching, and Karen always performed best when she had people watching her.
She thought of the strange thoughts that must be running through Mark's mind as he
viewed this with her brother. Whatever the reason, she could not remember ever having
wanted to taste and love a pussy as much as she did now. Her eyes feasted on the
harrow pink ribbon of flesh between the blonde-fringed cunt lips and she rested her
cheek on the hot trembling flesh of Diane's satin thigh, close enough for her lips 
and nose to be tickled by the wispy silken strands of pubic curls. It was as though
everything had been planned by some great fate, some power higher than all of them
put together that drew the five of them, Alan, Mark, Diane, Abdul and herself, to this
very spot.
All the while, Diane was feeling something she had never felt before. Her belly and
cunt were seething with desire. Oh, this lovely creature, this beautiful woman, was
going to lick the burning need from her pussy! Diane had never in her life even
dreamed that she would allow such a thing, but she had learned so much that day, and
she wanted to learn more. She wanted to learn everything there was, all for her
husband. She knew that she would never displease her husband after this day, and she
wanted whatever was going to happen to her.
She watched as Karen's blonde head nestled lovingly deep down between her
widespread thighs and then... Yes! She was nearly overcome with the incredible erotic
tremors that rippled through her vibrant young body at the magic wet contact with her
burning cuntal lips. Karen began to lick in long, rushing strokes, all the way from the
bottom of her vaginal crevice to the top, not entering her cunt but causing Diane to
thrust her loins eagerly forward with each tantalizing caress against her wildly sensitive
pussy mouth.
Karen's own fevered loins began to come alive with tongues of lustful flame as her lips
pressed hungrily deeper into the succulent warm pussy flesh of the squirming young
wife. Immediately her mouth became open and hot, all stabbing tongue as it invaded
the smouldering liquid flesh beneath. Ardently her eager tongue lashed out at the tiny
erect clitoris, then back down again, darting everywhere inside Diane's hotly writhing
pussy. The young wife's delirious moans of happiness and lurid wet slushing sounds
filled the room as Diane's passion-flowing vaginal secretions mixed hotly with Karen's
saliva.
Diane moaned and writhed in rapture at the warm fluttering mouthing and tonguing of
her burning cunt, ripples of marvelous sensation spasmodically twitching her tautly
curved body.
Panting explosively, the passion wracked young woman spread her legs open as wide as
possible and ground her steaming loins lewdly upward to bring some of the magic
tongue tighter up into her wide-splayed cuntal mouth, her hot thighs closing on her
head. She could hear Karen gasping down between them, sucking the air in short
surges, but never breaking the fervent contact of her lips and tongue. Even her nose
was buried... immersed in the tight pink folds of Diane's now salaciously grinding
pussy. After the wonderful tonguing Diane had received only moments ago from Abdul
it didn't take the moaning young beauty long to reach the very peak of erotic height.
All at once the building pressure inside her spasming belly and convulsing loins erupted
in unbridled passion.
"Aaaaahhhhhh... Ooooohhhhhh... Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! I'm cccuuummmiiinnggg!"
Her entire body quivered wildly beneath Karen's face as she twisted and wrenched
herself wantonly while the other girl moaned ecstatically down into the wetly
convulsing cunt against her mouth, yet never losing contact with her hotly flickering
tongue locked tight to Diane's hotly tremoring clitoris.
"Oh... Oh... Karen... wonderful... more... more..." Diane continued to chant, lost in the
shimmering waves of delight flashing in unending ecstasy through her lush young body
while Karen writhed and groaned wetly up between the older woman's wetly locked
thighs.
Alan couldn't believe that his sister could show such passion, but he was glad that she
had. He was also glad that he had thought to put some extra film in the camera. He
wouldn't have missed filming this for all the world. Glancing over to Mark, he could see
that the young husband was steaming in a furious rage, and Alan knew it would not be
long before the man would rush into the room. Then his film would be complete.


Chapter 7

Alan was almost bouncing up and down in his seat, his childlike joy bubbling through
his system. He had never seen anything like what was happening in the next room, and
he had proof on film. He couldn't have made a better film if he had planned the whole
thing, he thought, and he was glad that his sister had known what to do when she
arrived home.
By sharp contrast to Alan's glee, Mark was seething with anger and a deep sense of
revulsion. He was watching his wife, his sweet, loving Diane perform the most vile
sexual acts he could think of, and she was doing it without so much as a protest. Each
time he heard her moan in pleasure, each time her body twitched, Mark could feel a
stab of shame searing through his body. She was humiliating him with her lewd and
perverse actions, and so was Karen, for that matter. To think that he had fucked her
only yesterday without knowing what type of woman she really was. The thought of
what he had done with her began to sicken him, and he could feel his stomach all tied
up in knots at the memory.
In his rage, Mark forgot that Alan was in the same room with him, watching the lewd
and perverse sight. Mark's hands were gripping his seat, his knuckles turning white as
he pressed his fingers tighter and tighter into his chair. He fought back a scream of
blind rage. He knew one thing, though. When he was home with Diane, he would fix
her. He would fix her good.

* * *

Karen's naked body was beginning to boil as her head worked slavishly between her
beautiful neighbor's shuddering thighs. She could feel her own excited vaginal muscles
clutching and releasing of their own volition as the hotly throbbing area between her
legs became saturated with her liquid passion. It was clear that something was going to
have to be done about her own needs soon, but she hated to give up the obscene
delight she was receiving from Diane's endlessly cumming cunt. Thrusting her tongue
deep up into her neighbor's hungrily devouring pussy, Karen slowly rose to her knees,
spreading them to climb up over the young woman's exquisitely curved nakedness,
turning and positioning herself backwards over her so that her naked cunt and
widespread thighs were directly over Diane's face. Diane whimpered under her, and
Karen waited patiently to see what her response would be to the moist hungry pussy
mouth poised invitingly near her open mouth.
To Diane the sensual display of Karen's pinkly glistening cunt lips only a tongue's
length away told her what was expected of her, and it was what she wanted to do, but
she was having difficulty breathing, no longer sure whether she had cum or was
cumming, she had climaxed so many times. Her very strength was sapped by the
constantly spiraling sensations that ripped periodically through her erotically trembling
body. Her heart pounded, her mind seemed to float on clouds of bliss, nothing
mattered to her but the endless ecstasy...
The large collie had been watching the two writhing bodies on the bed with growing
interest, his well-developed animal senses making him keenly aware of what they were
doing. Now, as he watched his mistress crawl up on her hands and knees, her face
buried between the other girl's widely split thighs, his eyes locked hungrily onto his
familiar Karen's upraised buttocks. It was almost as if their nakedly spread beauty had
called him. The huge animal's nostrils were filled with the hot scent of passion flowing
from between the two women's lewdly writhing bodies and new life stirred in Abdul's
hairy loins as he rose to his feet and moved pantingly toward the bed.
Both girls felt his weight as he jumped up next to them, but only Diane could see his
handsome face as it moved to sniff hungrily at Karen's exposed genitals. The black wet
tip of his nose actually touched the blonde haired girl's tiny puckered anus.
"Oooooohhhhh God! Is that who I think it is?" Karen gasped, her mouth breaking
contact with Diane's wetly raging pussy for the first time. She gasped a lung full of
much needed air.
"It's... it's Abdul!" Diane gasped, her heart leaping at the sight of the big animal.
Karen shuddered passionately. "He's sniffing my asshole isn't he?"
"Yes," hissed Diane, feeling her excitement lewdly mount at the spectacular view above
her.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... that means he... he... wants to fuck me..." Karen gasped out. "He
always starts with... Aaaarrrggh!"
The crouching blonde never had a chance to finish as Abdul's long tongue snaked wetly
up to her lust filled loins. She trembled before its laving heat as it teased with hot
curling flicks up into her moist cuntal flesh and stabbed deliciously at her budding
clitoris.
From below, Diane watched in amazement as she looked up at Karen's hair-shadowed
loins, the thin pink lips of her wetly gleaming pussy only inches away., Abdul's huge
tongue seemed to blot out the light as it fucked insistently up past the tender outer
flanges, sinking deep up into the inner warmth. Karen jerked above her from the
ecstasy of the dog's preparatory caresses and then gyrated sensuously back against the
huge stabbing tongue.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jesus... reach up and guide his cock into me, Diane," the girl lewdly
cried. "I've got to have it... got to..." Diane looked back over her head on the bed but
the dog's penis was nowhere in sight beneath his belly, so she reached back to
cautiously grasp its hairy sheath with her fingers, feeling the thickening hardness
growing excitingly inside. While she crooned soft, reassuring sounds to the dog, she
tenderly massaged the heavy animal cock, gasping as the scarlet cone-shaped shaft
suddenly emerged, warm, wet and glistening.
The panting animal immediately mounted Karen's upraised hips, working in close on
his hind legs above Diane's face, his huge cock dancing madly in the passion soaked
crevice between the lewdly offered buttocks.
"Oh, please Diane! Help him... help him fuck into me!" Karen begged feverishly,
obscenely undulating her ass-cheeks back in search of the hardened spear of animal
flesh, wanting desperately for it to fill her hotly sizzling vaginal passage. She tried to
look back between her legs to watch, but all she could see were Diane's nakedly swollen
breasts, then her frantic eyes found the dresser mirror and she could see it all reflected
as she watched Diane's hand guiding the pointed rod of animal flesh toward her pink
wet cuntal passage. She felt Abdul's forelegs grip tightly around her naked waist, then
sensed the first searing contact with her hungrily clasping pussy mouth.
"Go, Abdul! Fuck Karen. Fuck... fuck... fuck! Oh God! Fuck me!" Karen hardly
recognized her own voice, hoarse with an all consuming lust.

* * *

That was the last straw! It was all Mark Williams could stand. His own wife a part of
the sickening perversion he had been watching. With a low cry he rose from his chair
and walked out of the room, feeling his anger mount with each step.
As he made the short walk to the next room, he hoped that he had been watching
something that wasn't real. Opening the door to the bedroom, he could see that it was
indeed real. More real than he would have ever dreamed. There, on the bed, was his
wife, nakedly sucking behind Karen's upturned buttocks. And Karen... his mistress...
was allowing her dog to fuck: the living daylights out of her. Worse, he had heard her
plead for it, actually beg for a dog-cock in her hotly aroused cunt.
For a moment all Mark could do was stare at the writhing couple on the bed. It was
even worse than when he had been looking at them through the peep hole. For a
moment he could feel his heart stop at the sight, and then he took a deep breath as he
cleared his throat.
Abdul was the first to notice the young man enter the room. A feeling of fear came over
him and he quickly jerked his throbbing animal hardness from Karen's churning pussy
depths.
"Abdul! What's the matter? What's wrong?" Karen cried, and then she too saw the
glowering man standing in the doorway.
Diane was still writhing on the bed, but as she felt Karen suddenly come to a halt, she
too looked up from the bed to see who had come into the room.
She felt an icy shiver race along her spine as she looked into the glowering eyes of her
angry husband.
"So," he said, walking closer to the bed. "This is what you meant when you said you
wanted something a little different. Human males aren't good enough, right?" he said as
he pushed the dog a way. "Small wonder you don't find me as exciting as you used to."
Diane opened her mouth, but she found that she could not say anything. Karen
shuddered at first, then she remained calm.
"Why don't you let her have her fun?" she asked as she walked over to Abdul and
petted him. "She let you have yours. " Mark spun around, his face still livid with rage.
"You just shut up, you perverted bitch. You're worse than she is. You were actually
fucking that dog. I... I can't even bear to look at you," he hissed.
"Afraid that you're not as good as Abdul, lover?" Karen said, raising her eyebrows. She
could see that even though Mark thought she was some kind of pervert, he did not feel
confident to stand up to her. She knew that she could hold her own against any man,
and she was certainly not afraid of Mark at the moment. Not with her brother right in
the other room watching everything, ready to step in if things got too much out of
hand.
Sensing that he could not frighten Karen, Mark turned back to his wife.
"Have you got something to say, dear sweet Diane?" he asked, his almost whispering
voice dripping with the venom of his hatred. Diane drew back from her attack, totally
unable to face her husband. If only she could tell him, make him understand that she
had done all this for him. She closed her eyes and fought to hold back the tears she
could feel welling behind her eyes. But she knew that there was no defense for what she
had done. She had lowered herself far too much. She had become the worst form of
sexual pervert she could think of, and she would not be surprised if her husband beat
her to within an inch of her life and then left her. In fact, she almost hoped that he
would. Then she would feel punished for doing the awful things she had done.
"I take it you don't have anything to say," hissed Mark as he watched his wife cower on
the bed. "Well, I have something to tell you. I'm going to show you what it's like to be
fucked by a man, just in case you've forgotten." And with that, he began ripping off his
clothes. Diane watched in utter horror. He was going to fuck her while Karen was
watching, and there was nothing she could do about it. She tried to raise herself from
the bed and leave the room, but he grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her toward
him.
"If you try and tell me to forget it after what I've seen you do, I swear to God I'll kick
your ass all the way to New York City," he seethed. Then the enraged young man fell
forward to her, his lust-swollen penis standing out in front of him like an avenging
sword.
Diane didn't know what to think. She wanted to talk to Mark, wanted to try and calm
him down, but she could see that he would never listen to reason. She was completely
at his mercy now, at his mercy in front of Karen. It was the worst humiliation she had
ever felt, and she knew that she deserved it. She deserved to be treated like the lowest
whore. After all, that's what she had become.
With merciless strength, Mark pried open his ashamed young wife's trembling thighs
and forced his body between them. Then without the least preparation he rammed his
swollen cock all the way to the hilt inside her fear-tautened belly and began fucking
into her at once with long hard strokes.
Diane felt no physical pain since her already flooded cunt had been well prepared by
both Abdul's tongue and then Karen's. But Diane felt a terrible pain in her heart as she
looked at her husband's hate-filled act. She had not wanted to give herself like this. She
wanted to give herself to him passionately, lovingly, and alone.
But in spite of her fear and sadness the sobbing young wife could not control the
automatic reaction of her trembling genitals. For almost the entire day she had been
worked to a fevered pitch, her pussy brought to a quivering hunger by various tongues
and mouths that only a huge male cock could satisfy, and there it was, right now,
ramming deep up inside her, thrusting and pumping. In spite of herself the guilty
young girl felt her arms and legs automatically reaching up to snake around her
husband's powerful young body, pulling him tightly against her as her hips began a
wanton grinding up against his thrusting loins.
Small passionate whimpering sounds tumbled from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Christ, her husband thought above her as he looked down at the now sensuously
twisting body of his newly aroused young wife. He had never seen her like this, not
even when they were first married. Her eyes were glazed and unseeing, her fingers
clutching spasmodically at his shoulders and her tight little cunt milking and nibbling
at his painfully swollen penis. Jesus, and he had only just started to fuck her!
Passion began to take the place of rage in the mind of the surprised and pleased young
man, causing him to ram into his moaning wife with a will, stroking all the way up to
the end of her wetly sucking pussy so that he could feel his balls pounding hard against
the smooth upturned flesh of her buttocks.
Alan Roberts watched from his special room, and then decided that he would rather be
in the room with them. Checking to make sure that his cameras were working properly,
he stepped into the bedroom. Then a lewd, cruel grin came to his face. Abdul still had
not relieved himself, and Alan decided that all this watching was not fair to the aroused
dog.
"Okay, Abdul, you've been after her cunt all day... go get it!" he commanded, indicating
to the struggling married couple on the bed. "Fuck! Fuck that sweet little bitch!" The
confused animal moved slowly toward the bed, uncertain but recognizing the meaning
of the last words he had heard. He knew he was supposed to mount the female, the one
whose pussy he had lapped so recently, but how? There was already a man on top of
her, blocking him from his long-sought goal. He looked back in uncertainty to his
master to see if he had misunderstood the order, but Alan repeated the command.
"Fuck her, Abdul, fuck!"
In confusion, Abdul knew no other way to follow the order but to remove the man who
was mounting the woman he was to have. He leapt with one bound onto the bed and
growled at the ardently involved man. It took a moment for the preoccupied Mark to
notice the blood-chilling sound, but then he turned his head to find himself face to face
with the huge snarling collie. He froze for a moment, knowing he should let the dog
have whatever it was he demanded so persuasively, but he was lax to give up the
marvelous fucking he was getting from his incredibly turned on wife.
"Turn her over!" yelled Alan crudely. Without understanding about what was
happening except the real threat of the dog growling so menacingly at him, Mark did as
he was told. Wrapping his arms around his wildly fucking young wife, he rolled over so
that she ended up on top of him, straddling his throbbing hardness.
"Mark? What...?" asked the wife, amazed to suddenly find herself on top.
"Take it easy baby, there's a friend of yours up here who wants to have some fun too,"
Mark told her thickly. All at once he realized what it was that Alan was suggesting they
do and great roaring sensations of lust thundered in his veins as the whole salacious
picture came into his mind. "Come on, baby. Lift your ass a little higher. Higher!" he
commanded, and he placed her in position with his strong hands. He then looked
directly into the eyes of the dog and said: "Okay, boy, come on. We'll fuck her
together!"
Diane was puzzled at first until she felt Abdul's forelegs start to circle her hips and the
soft fur of his belly rubbing against her naked ass-cheeks, and she knew he had
mounted her. She could imagine the huge, dripping tapered penis sliding out, preparing
to fuck her. He was going to fuck her in the ass!
"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Fuck me in the ass, you beautiful animal. Fuck me hard!"
Mark could not believe that his wife was saying those things, but he was too wrapped
up in his passion to really care. Again and again he rammed his cock deep into her, his
mind controlled with a raging, boiling passion.
"Oh, Mar... oh Abdul...!" Diane choked out as she felt the animal's searing hardness
trailing through the widespread crevice between her vulnerably open buttocks. She was
aware that Mark's cock was thrusting up paralyzingly up into her from below. "Oh,
please, lovers, don't hurt me!"
Mark was almost out of his mind with pleasure as he fucked up into his cringing young
wife's wetly clasping pussy. "Just hold on tight and relax," he told her. "He'll find what
he wants... something tells me this is not new to him."
And then she felt it! Diane felt the beveled, needle-like tip of the collie's cock catch in
her rectum and worm just up inside. She sucked in her breath, remembering from
watching the animal fucking Karen's cunt that he was not gentle. Abdul humped
forward... again... again... and again... his huge hardened cock grinding further into her
defensively puckered anus with each merciless thrust, sending waves of pleasure-pain
screeching through the wailing young woman's overloaded nerves.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh," the shocked young wife gurgled, her head flailing helplessly from
side to side. She tried to shake the punishing lance from her obscenely stretched
rectum, but the huge dog's firmly clutching forepaws made that impossible. Oh God,
there was nothing to do but endure it... to endure both of them, dog and man, fucking
into her painfully distended passages at the same time!
If it hadn't been for the flames of passion that Alan's and Karen's earlier fuckings had
awakened in her hotly raging belly it would have been unbearable. But then to the
amazement of the hopelessly trapped young woman, the pain started to recede and a
strange sensation began to invade her doubly filled loins. An animal-like hungering
wildness came over her as she could feel the two cocks, one human and one animal,
fucking into her simultaneously. Moaning and whimpering in a crazed building
passion, the wild-eyed young woman tried to move with the double fucking tempo as
the two males began to ram up into her in matching rhythm, their lust swollen cocks
disappearing in syncopation deep up inside her wetly searing holes.
"Aaaaahhhh, sweet lovers! Yes! Fuck me... fill me with your hard cocks!" the lust
dominated young woman begged frantically.
Alan Roberts could not help grinning with obscene delight as he watched the lewdly
locked trio writhing madly on the bed. He knew that even though it was not exactly
what he wanted to happen, it made no difference now. His own penis had been
throbbing wildly in his pants and he looked around for his lovely sister so that they too
could take part in the film. But when he called her over from where she had been
standing watching the fantastic three-way display, he could tell by the look in her eyes
that something had happened to her, she had somehow changed! Something made him
go to her, drawing him like a magnet, and rather than ram his luring cock into her as
he had wanted to, the young man found himself wanting to talk to her, alone...
Meanwhile, Diane knew that her orgasm was not far away and she ground her hungrily
pumping ass-cheeks frantically back against Abdul's hairy loins at the same time
pounding her pelvis down hard against her husband's long thrusting penis fucking up
into her from beneath. She wanted them all to cum together... Then Abdul whimpered
behind her, his powerful body quivering in ecstasy, and his boiling sperm began to
shoot bullet-like up into Diane's tightly clasping rectum.
"Oooooohhh... fuck me, fuck me hard!" the beautiful young woman cried in wild
abandon. "Aaaahhh, oh! I can feel both your cocks so good inside me! Aaaaahhhh!
Faster! Harder!" Her unseeing eye grew wider and wider... until it happened!
"Now... AAAAAHHHHH! I'm... I'M CCCUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGG!"
Once more Diane felt Abdul's scorching jets of animal-cum flooding her backsides in a
never-ending stream up inside her belly while enchanting spasms of joy rocketed
through her insanely convulsing loins. She could feel every contraction of the long thick
cock as it fired its load of seething animal cum deep up into her greedily milking little
rectum.
Then Mark groaned beneath her, swearing obscenely as she plunged her wetly-sucking
cunt down onto his thickly towering penis. The transformed young wife held her
husband's cock completely absorbed inside, moving her hips in furious little circles
while his huge pumping shaft began spitting out its fiery surges of semen far up into
the hidden recesses of her feverishly absorbing belly.
Diane held it fast, imprisoning her husband's cock tightly within the hot clutching walls
of her pussy, sucking and pulling at it, her own orgasmic secretions pooling with his as
spasm after wild spasm of joyous sensation engulfed the young beauty's furiously
twisting body.
And then it was over. Diane collapsed forward on her husband's heaving chest as the
last of his sperm drained from him into her. Abdul fell back away from her still
quivering buttocks and stood still for a moment, not knowing what to do, his huge
scarlet, cum-drained dog-cock already sinking back up into his belly. The young couple
lay alone, unable to speak, their breath rasping harshly in their throats.
They had forgotten all about the other people in the room, the couple that had brought
them together in this strange and rewarding manner. Alan and Karen had turned to
walk quietly from the room, sensing that they wanted to be alone with each other.
When Alan saw that Mark and Diane were finished, he re-entered the room, feeling
something that he had never felt before. He was actually glad that the almost estranged
couple had once again found each other. His face was no longer cold and twisted with
perverted lust, something he had never before understood, and he was glad about it. He
wondered if it could be because he had witnessed the power that love really had in his
neighbors. He somehow knew that things between him and his sister would never be
the same. Perhaps he would never fuck her again. He knew that Karen was also feeling
something different, and he wanted to talk over these new and exciting sensations with
her. He was not even sure what he would do with the film he had made of Mark and
Diane.
But all that was for a later time. Right now, he wanted to be friends with Mark and
Diane. That is, if the young couple would allow that.
Mark lifted his head from the bed and looked at Alan standing in the doorway of the
bedroom. For a long moment, neither of the two men said anything. Mark was almost
uncomfortable having another man watch him lying naked on a bed with his wife, but
he was too exhausted to feel anything but the pleasure his wife had given. Finally, Alan
spoke.
"I... I don't know what to say," he stammered as he lowered his head.
Mark couldn't help but smile at the once arrogant young man. "Well, I have something
to say," he told Alan as he rose from the bed. "I want to thank you for giving me back
my wife. I don't know how you did it, and frankly, I don't care. All that matters is that
Diane and I will be able to work out our problems now. That means a great deal to
me."
Alan found that it meant a great deal to him as well, and he walked over to the bed and
shook Mark's hand.
"And now, if you'll excuse us," said Mark as he dressed quickly, "Diane and I have a
great deal to talk about."
"What about your afternoon sessions?" asked Diane.
"I think they can wait," said Mark. "My wife means more to me than any executive
position. Besides, I don't think missing one session will make any difference."
Diane felt a warm glowing come over her as she followed her husband across the pool
to their own cabin. She knew that she would never lose Mark again.


THE END
