COLONEL
By Carlotta Graham


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 doubleth 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

It's incredible," said Lori Filbert as she looked at the huge Victorian mansion in the
oldest, most fashionable section of Atlanta. Her wide open, azure blue eyes betrayed her
excitement as she gazed at the towering structure, and she pulled her long, lush blonde
hair away from her eyes so her view of the impressive house would be in no way
impeded. As her boyfriend, Bruce Johnson, walked along the winding sidewalk to the
front door, she found that the beauty of the place left her almost speechless. "How can
you possibly afford renting it?" she asked as she hurried to follow him.
"That's the most beautiful part," said Bruce as he turned around to face her. "It only
sets me back three hundred dollars a month. I couldn't pass up a deal like that. The
rental agent said it needed a little fixing up. That's why he was willing to let me rent it
so cheaply. Wait until you see the inside."
Lori stood behind him as he fumbled through his pockets for the front door key. Finally
finding it, he tried to insert it in the lock. He was having some difficulty, and finally he
released his small frustration. "Goddamn lock," he hissed in a whisper. "If it was built
like you, this key would just slip in with no problem at all."
"Bruce!" exclaimed the twenty three year old blonde, her full luscious lips breaking into
a grin in spite of herself. "What if the neighbors should hear you saying things like
that? "What would they think?
"Fuck 'em," said Bruce as the key finally slipped into the hole and the door unlocked.
"Let them think what they want. I'm not about to change just for a lot of stuffed shirts."
Swinging open the huge oaken door, Bruce made a sweeping gesture with his hands
and an exaggerated bow. "Would the fair damsel care to enter and place her fate in the
hands of the owner of the house?"
Lori tried to stifle a giggle, but she often found Bruce amusing, and now, since she was
already happy, she could hardly hold back her laughter.
Moving to Atlanta from Dayton had, at first, filled Lori with a great deal of
apprehension. She had lived all her life in the small city of Dayton, and moving to the
much larger city of Atlanta was something she had never dreamed about less than a
month ago. She had left Dayton in a blizzard, and when she found that the Southern
city was as warm as a beautiful spring day, she knew she had made the right choice in
coming with Bruce. As she walked into the huge front room past Bruce, her eyes
drinking in the old and stately beauty of the house, she heard him close and lock the
door behind him.
"Now I have you where I want you," he said in a low, almost threatening voice. "Just
you try and get out here with your virginity intact."
Lori's long heavy blonde hair cascaded down to frame her lovely fine-boned face, which
she had highlighted by just a hint of make-up. Her deep blue eyes were set like Alpine
lakes against her creamy rose-tinted complexion, and she opened them wide in mock
terror as she spoke in a little girl falsetto voice.
"No, please, kind sir! I beg you. Think of what my mother would say. How can you
ravish such an innocent young girl as myself?"
"I'll show you how," he said, his voice changing from the joking tone to one of
seriousness. Reaching out to her, Bruce circled her sensuously curved waist with his
arms and drew her passionately against him. As their lips met, all kidding was placed
aside as their bodies melted together in a long, thrilling kiss.
"Urn, lover," Lori breathed in a whispering tone. "Do that again." She drew in her
breath sharply as her lover's right hand slipped under her dress, sliding for a moment
over her satiny thighs, moving slowly up toward the soft, curl-covered "vee" of her
pussy mound above. For a moment her legs clamped tightly shut, not to protect her
modesty, but as a natural reaction to the sensually burning power of his touch.
"Why don't you show me what the bedrooms look like," Lori breathed into his ear.
Bruce said nothing. Rather, he continued his wandering hands closer and closer to her
trembling vaginal lips. Finally: "Maybe you're right. It's sort of late, and I hate sleeping
on floors."
He led her to the bedroom on the ground floor, and she walked immediately next to
the bed. Without another word he reached around behind her back and unzipped her
dress. Reaching down, he began to draw the dress upward again, this time baring Lori's
firm graceful thighs as the dress snaked up over her body. There was a slight problem
working the material up over the voluptuous swell of her breasts, but she lifted her
arms to help him, and a second later, the dress was off. Her hair settled down over her
shoulders like a cloud of fleece. The luscious blonde was left wearing only her lacy
brassiere, white bikini panties and pantyhose. She pulled her brassiere off herself.
Bruce allowed his hands to wander over her smooth soft flesh, cupping her breasts from
underneath which quivered as the girl's body swayed from her lover's rough handling.
The young man stared hungrily down at the perfect full mounds of cream-soft white
flesh, noticing that the cooler air in the room was already making the pale pink nipples
harden with sensual excitement. With a stifled groan, the young man bent a little lower
and buried his head between the resilient roundness, then began to eagerly slide his wet
lips over the hard, cherry-like little tips, nipping lightly with his teeth.
"Aaaaahhh," his girlfriend moaned in helpless pleasure, letting her hands move into
Bruce's thick jet black hair, pressing him even more tightly against her sensitively
palpitating breasts. Bruce then slid slowly down to his knees, never letting his lips leave
his lover's naked flesh, until finally his neck was bent up at a sharp angle. Hooking his
fingers in the narrow elastic band that girdled her hips, he pulled down, slowly working
her panties and pantyhose together down over her richly flaring hips, pausing for a
moment as her thighs began to be bared, to reach up and lightly caress with his
fingertips the sparse golden fleece between them.
The young woman had already kicked off her shoes, and in a sudden impatience Bruce
pulled down on the material in his hands, wanting to get the disrobing over with.
"Uuuummmm. Be careful," Loris said. "I don't want you to tear them."
"Fuck them," Bruce whispered with passion. "I'm making enough now to buy another
pair. Twenty more if you want." Without saying another word the excited young man
buried his burning lips into the smooth flesh just below her belly button, causing her
stomach muscles to suck in from the sudden wetly tickling shock of his touch. The
nakedly stripped young woman swayed for a moment above her boyfriend, her fingers
tangling reflexively in his hair, half in defense, half in delight, as the young man's hotly
working lips slid lower and lower over her belly, finally nibbling at the top of her softly
curled pussy hair.
"Do you think we should be making love even before we're settled in this new place,"
she asked shakily. But her words were swept away as Bruce did not answer. Rather, he
slid his hands around to seize her by the hips, his thumbs pressing hotly into her tender
belly. For a long moment the young woman stood in near indecision. She had been
living with Bruce for almost a year now, but there were still times when she could not
forget the lessons her mother had taught her. Still, she knew what he was going to lick
her up between her thighs, and the memories of all the other times he had done it
waved through her mind. She wanted to experience that pleasure again, wanted to feel
his tongue down there, between her legs. And then, as his wet, hot organ came into
contact with her hotly aroused cunt lips, her mind was made up for her. A hot flush of
passion swept over her body, partly fueled perhaps by the thrill of being so far away
from home for the first time in her life. She stood still in trembling anticipation as her
lover's teasingly questing lips pressed tighter into her vaginal hair, reaching at last the
top of her anxiously quivering cuntal slit...
"Christ!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his mouth away. "I gotta get out of my clothes
before I lose my mind." Lurching to his feet, the passion-crazed young man began
tearing desperately at his clothes, leaving Lori standing alone and naked, disappointed
for the moment, but knowing that his coming cunt sucking would be well worth the
wait. The anticipatory tingling high up between her thighs changed to belly-twisting
frustration.
To try and relieve her anxious, impatient sensations, the naked young beauty fastened
her attention on Bruce as he quickly shed his clothes, appreciating for the thousandth
time his strong chest as it was bared before her. He was a good deal taller than, her five
feet three inches – more than six feet – but she liked the way she was able to nestle
into his arms, and remembered that when they were both naked his penis pressed
deliciously into her belly, igniting hungers there so strong that she was almost ashamed.
Bruce was fumbling with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his legs,
kicking them almost boyishly into a corner, then stood up to face her, wearing only his
shorts. Lori could see that his penis was already hard, pushing the material out from his
loins like the white beak of some exotic bird. Finally, looking Lori straight in the eye,
Bruce pulled his shorts down, his rigidly erect penis spring free, bouncing gently in
front of her fascinated gaze. The lovely young woman blushed at her own boldness and
looked quickly away.
"What's the matter, don't you like it anymore?" he asked with a slight laugh, and then
laughing no more, he started toward her, passion written all over his face. Lori expected
him to take her in his arms again, but instead the desire-flamed young man pushed her
backward toward the bed, causing her to lose her balance as the mattress caught her
behind her knees. With a startled cry, the young blonde tumbled back on the bed, her
legs opening automatically as she tried to fight for balance, unconsciously baring the
narrow pink slit between her legs Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs
around so that she lay lengthwise on their new bed.
"Please, Bruce, fuck me gentle," Lori pleaded, but she could see by his face that lust had
made him a stranger to her. Looking down at the beautiful, naked young woman
spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward with a groan and dug his
hands greedily into her tender body, letting his strong fingers knead her smooth soft
belly, leaving light scarlet marks on the tender white flesh. Lori groaned in a delightful
combination of pleasure and pain as Bruce began to roll her sensitive nipples into
pebble-hard little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a long thrill of
excitement waving through her body. Even though she would like her lover to be more
gentle, to take a little more time with her before he fucked her , the now hotly panting
young woman felt her body responding to the rough stimulation. She looked up with
passion-glazed eyes, beginning to lose herself in his touch, her naked curves beginning
to slowly writhe beneath him.
Then his hands were gone, and Lori looked down to see Bruce sitting half on his
haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance, while with the other hand he
held his massive cock and placed it against her desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the
soft blonde hair with the blood-bloated tip, and worked it eagerly up between her
throbbing young cunt lips.
My God," she moaned, "that feels sssooo good." Raising her head up off the bed, the
impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of pulsing male cock-flesh
poised against her openly spread pussy lips, mesmerized by the way the smooth
bulbous head flattened against her moistly trembling cunt flesh. Oh, how she wanted
that marvelous pleasure-giving shaft to fuck her full of abandon ecstasy, bring her to a
peak of final fulfillment. If only he wouldn't just fuck her and cum... with growing
despair the young woman saw how her lover's penis was already swollen almost to the
bursting point-how the whole length of it throbbed and jerked as if it had a mind and
desire of its own, as if he were already about to cum.
"Take your time, oh please don't hurry," she begged. "Make it last for me, Bruce." But
the young man was past all hearing as he stared down at the tender, curl-fringed flesh
beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into the needfully dilating vaginal
opening that would soon house his entire, painfully aching hardness.
With an inarticulate cry, the young man let his full weight fall forward, his cock fucking
deep up into the softly clinging hole below, letting his hips drive it slowly and
relentlessly into the desire-heated depths up between Lori's legs.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned, feeling as if his cock were going to explode immediately,
knowing how much he wanted the sweet agony of shooting his hot sperm up into her
sensuously trembling young belly. And Lori too felt the pulsating member slide up into
her more than willing vagina, for a moment and then seeming to fill her with a wild,
beautiful electric shock of ecstasy.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhh," she moaned, her quivering thighs falling open wider to
welcome the wonderful intrusion. Perhaps being in a new city had released all of her
inhibitions, but the delighted young woman realized she had almost cum with the first
hard push. Maybe tonight... Oh God, maybe! "Make love to me, Bruce," she moaned,
"Make love hard and long."
The powerful young man hovering above her drew his cock part way out oh her
hungering cuntal depths, ready to thrust it deep once again to bring her the relief she
so desperately needed. Then his body froze and a look of agony came over his face. "I-I
can't," he gasped. "I'm... I'm going to cum... can't hold back." To her horror, the excited
young woman felt Bruce's burgeoning cock already trembling in her, beginning to
spasm, too soon. All too soon!
"Please, Bruce, try," she begged, but it was useless. With an inarticulate cry, the young
man fell forward, once again ramming his heavy spear far up into Lori's receptive cunt
just as his hot white sperm began to sprout from his incredibly swollen head.
"Can't hold... I'm cumming now," he cried as his back arched, holding his prematurely
spurting member buried deep up inside Lori's body.
"No, please no," Lori wailed in despair, her hips thrashing as if she were trying to work
her lover's rigid penis in and out of her pussy all by herself, knowing that in just
another few seconds she would have the orgasm she so desperately needed, the orgasm
that had been denied her for so long now. Churning and panting, the desperate young
woman tried to make it come true, but it was hopeless. With a final groan, Bruce
collapsed heavily over her body, pinning her motionless with his exhausted weight.
Already she could feel his depleted penis shrinking into uselessness up inside her
desperately clutching vagina. Her body too, gave one last frantic shudder, but then
surrendered in despair, lying in shimmering frustrated need on the bed. The frustrated
couple lay that way for several moments.
"I'm sorry," Bruce panted, his voice barely above a whisper as he raised his head,
unable to look at Lori straight in the eye.
"Sorry," she said in a bitter voice.
"Sorry... of course that makes everything better..." but then she broke off as she saw the
hurt look on Bruce's face. "I didn't mean that," she said quickly. "I... I guess I don't
know what I'm saying sometimes." Reaching up tenderly, the lovely young blonde
began caressing Bruce's head, soothing him as if he had been the disappointed one.
They, lay quietly together for a while, he having rolled off her now, until he finally
drifted asleep. It took the toiling young woman quite some time to work the blankets
and sheets down so that she could cover him, and then she too crawled under the
covers. The young woman closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but they soon popped
open again. While she had been engaged in comforting her boy friend, Lori had not
noticed her own need, but now that she was lying still in bed, the nagging demanding
hunger was once again making itself felt.
Nervously the young woman shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together as if trying to
smother the fire that continued to smoulder up between them, threatening to burst into
flame at any moment. But the added pressure only forced her sensitive vaginal lips
against one another and actually increased her frustration. Half-stifling a moan of
desire, the young woman felt one hand sliding down over her naked belly underneath
the sheets as if it had a life of its own. She knew what she was going to do, and she also
knew that she would not be able to stop herself. She had tried that so many times in
the past months, but it had been no use then, and would be no use now. Inch by
trembling inch her hand descended, until it was resting nervously on her soft-curled
pubic mound. The confused young blonde knew this was wrong, but her body cried out
for release, and bit by bit, the only thing left in her fervored mind was the reality of
those ready fingers poised so near to her aching need.
Not conscious that she had moved, the raggedly breathing girl suddenly felt her fingers
pressed hard against her fevered cuntal flesh, all her fingers at once massaging in a slow
soothing movement, touching herself first here, then there, almost crying aloud as a hot
bolt of sheer bliss radiated up from her grateful cunt.
Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger into the hot
wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness, stroking the sensitive inner surfaces
until finally it poised right over her expectantly throbbing little clitoris, then pressed
down hard on the tiny sensation bud. Lori's entire body jerked as if someone had run a
heavy charge of electricity through it, her back arching and mouth and eyes wide open.
For a moment the young woman held frozen in this position as if she had turned to
stone, but then she settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible spasm
passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle finger lightly
over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what would follow. From time to time
the maddening finger slid lower along the wet slippery slit, dipping experimentally just
up inside her steaming pussy opening, wetting itself with the fresh secretions of her
passion that babbled there, then back up again to stroke her painfully swollen clitoris.
Thus Lori worked herself up to an unbearable passion with her torturing finger. With a
groan she opened her sleek white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far up into
her hungry cunt, sighing with relief as she felt herself partially filled.
But it was not enough. Compared to the great rod of flesh that had been so deliciously
rammed into her vagina such a short time ago, the panting young woman knew that
her one finger was ridiculously inadequate. Desperately she inserted another finger,
worming them around in a wild pattern as far up into her burning vaginal depths as
she could reach, then beginning to slide them rhythmically in and out, her hips rising
to meet them in an obscene motion as old as man. On and on she thrust, her head
beginning to twist and turn on the pillow as her passion mounted, her eyes half-closed,
staring out unseeingly beneath her silky lashes. Once Bruce groaned and rolled over in
his sleep and the startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her
lewd act, but a few seconds later he was snoring once again, deeply anesthetized by sex.
Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened young woman put in
a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into, her shuddering loins for a seeming
eternity. In and out the rigid fingers flashed, wet and gleaming from her heated vaginal
secretions. Finally, the lewdly twisting young blonde felt it coming, her desperately
needed orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving belly like a building tidal wave, bigger
and bigger until she knew it would break over her in exquisite bliss any moment. But
the straining young woman was unprepared for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot
up from her contracting womb to expand her already swollen breasts, then back down
again to ricochet wildly over her spasming loins. She had to stuff her free hand in her
mouth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy while her hips jerked up hard against
her pounding fingers, once, twice, three times, again and again, her stomach muscles
sucking in convulsively. The climaxing young woman was dimly aware of a warm
slippery flood gushing out over her hand as her climaxing womb released its long
stored up passion. Then, with one last shudder, it was over, and Lori's lovely body
collapsed back limply into the mattress, her fingers slipping wetly from her still
vibrating cunt. Right then, the temporarily satisfied young woman wouldn't have cared
if her boyfriend woke up to stare at her in disbelief as she lay gasping in pleasure, her
face radiant with fulfillment, her taut, wide-set breasts rising and falling quickly with
her labored breathing.
But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. She had once again been unable to stop herself.
She had allowed the needs of her body to win out over those things she had been
taught were wrong. Every time she did it, she could think of nothing but the fact that
she was being punished for how she and Bruce were living. Nothing Bruce ever said
made her totally convinced that living together before they were married was a perfect
idea. She could feel slow tears trickling from her eyes, turning them into blue liquid
pools as she tried to sort out the many things she had learned in such a short time.
Lori's parents had been simple country people, and very religious, trying to raise their
only child within their code. They had never been cruel or capricious, but they were
convinced of the divine rightness of their beliefs. Dayton, Ohio had provided the
perfect ground for their beliefs, many of which centered around sex, or rather the lack
of sex. Lori was taught by her parents about the properness of sex with the right man,
and a little more. All the boys she had ever dated were first presented to her parents for
their approval, and they were allowed to take Lori only to the most respected of places.
Sex was something forbidden in the Filbert household. By the time Lori had become old
enough to go to college, she was thoroughly ignorant of the pleasures of choosing and
dating men she really liked, and had a deep rooted fear of "pleasures of the flesh", as
her father had often called sex.
Not that there were not many men who wanted to date her without her parent's
approval. She had physically matured more rapidly than many of the girls in her high
school, and there were many men who were eager to take advantage of her innocence.
They only served to reassure her that those things her parents had told her were true:
Men are after only one thing with a woman, and when they got it, they would leave.
Those few times proved to Lori that she would allow her parents to pick her husband.
They seemed to be the only people in the world who were concerned about her well
being. When she finally left for college, she was truly her parent's child.
College had been the most drastic change in Lori's life. For the first time she was away
from the guiding influence of her parents, and for the first year, she did little but study,
not trusting many of the boys. It was primarily because she studied so much that she
earned the reputation of being cold and frigid. She had no idea how to act around boys,
and since no one knew her background, no one was willing to take the patience with
her need to help her break out of the cocoon in which she had wrapped herself.
There was also the question of virginity. Lori believed that she should save herself for
the man she married, something the few friends she had in college could not
understand. For the most part, the girls she knew were more than eager to jump into
bed with their boyfriends, and Lori thought that for the most part, they were nothing
but cheap whores. She kept her opinions to herself, however, believing that what a
person did was his or her own business. If that's how her friends wanted to lead their
lives, it was alright with her. Just as long as they did not try to force their beliefs on her.
Once, after two years at college, she had gone out with a boy who bragged to his
friends that he could break down her defenses. If Lori had been more experienced with
men, she would have seen what he wanted right away. As it was, she soon found herself
imprisoned in his arms behind the gym, one of the college "Lover's lanes", panting with
desire as the young man expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young,
beautiful body. His touch generated in her unknown feelings, feelings which invoked in
her a primeval need, untapped until now. For a moment, it seemed as if the young man
would make good his brag, but at the last minute, horrified by the knowledge that she
was being brought to the ragged edge of helpless physical surrender, she had pulled
herself away. She ran to her dorm room and locked the door, refusing to come out for
almost two days. Her undeserved reputation on campus soared higher and became even
more unfair. She was branded as being a heartless tease, when all she really needed was
to have someone love her, but it was hard, so very hard when she did not know how to
react in the presence of boys. For a very long time in college, Lori felt as though she
would become old and unloved.
And then she met Bruce Johnson. Bruce was two years older than she was, but had
dropped out of college for sometime, traveling the country and learning things that
cannot be taught in a class room. Finally, however, he came to learn the necessity of a
good education and had returned to school, doing better in his studies than anyone else
in his class. He was tall, dark, good looking, but most important, he had come across
many girls like Lori. He knew that they needed patience and understanding, and unlike
many of the men Lori knew, he was actually comfortable with her. They had met in the
one class they had together, and as far as Lori was concerned, it was love at first sight.
Bruce had an easy going manner that made Lori feel no pressure at all. Bruce had often
told her that he had never seen any woman as beautiful as Lori, and he meant it.
Although Bruce had fucked several women, they had been little more than short term
affairs. In Lori he found that very special quality he had never before known in any
other girl, something that cannot be described, only felt. Despite his unusual aggressive
manner, it was a full month before he even tried to kiss her. It was a long passionate
kiss that let the both of them know they were destined for each other. Lori had at last
found someone that she could truly love, and who would love her in return.
One warm spring night, as the couple was nearing graduation, she and Bruce were
lying on the grass behind one of the class room buildings, each lost in their own
thoughts. They had Finished their studying, and Lori was lying on her back looking at
the stars in the clear night air. Suddenly, Bruce bent over her and placed his lips tightly
against hers. It was such a natural act that Lori did nothing to resist, even though she
could sense in his kiss that told her something special was about to happen. Something
did. Without a word, Bruce began fumbling behind her back in an effort to remove her
bra. Rather than tell him to stop, Lori actually helped him, and in an instant, Bruce was
nibbling and sucking at the ripely rounded mounds that she so willingly exposed to
him. Perhaps it was the feeling of spring in the air. Maybe it was just time for this to
happen to her. What ever the reason, Lori felt as though it was the thing she wanted
most. She had come to trust Bruce more than she had ever trusted anyone else, and she
wanted to show him her trust. She did nothing as Bruce began to slip a finger inside
the elastic leg band of her panties, and actually opened her legs as far as her
constraining dress would permit to allow his middle finger to go even deeper.
A feeling of erotic apprehension waved through her body as Bruce wormed his
intrusion higher and higher up inside her tight cuntal depths, stretching wide the
reluctant opening. By the time Bruce was working her panties down over her feet, the
wildly aroused young coed was past knowing what was happening.
She knew that if she told Bruce to stop, he would. But she did not want him to stop.
She was thrilling in the lascivious sensations searing through her virgin loins, and she
no longer cared about right or wrong. She was so overcome with pent-up lust that she
didn't even notice Bruce pulling down his pants to release his already erect cock-shaft.
Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight, and the delicious stroking of her eager
young cunt changed into incredible pain. Looking up suddenly, the aroused young
virgin saw Bruce's manly form hovering over her, his hips pressed tightly into her own
agonized loins. Some last bit of control kept the young blonde from screaming out into
the night as Bruce's mighty shaft of lust-driven male flesh tore through her fragile
hymen, searing her loins with agony. Blissfully, it was short, and in mere seconds, it
actually felt good. In a haze of overwhelming lust, she somehow found that Bruce had
coaxed her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Lori had to slide
up and down on her lover's impaling cock. She had never felt such blissful sensation
that burst unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes opened wide in shock and the
young girl let out a little yelp, jumping off Bruce's body, his huge gleaming shaft
slipping out of her cunt and fearing up like an angry white cobra.
"Wha... what's the matter?" Bruce asked. "What happened?"
Lori at first couldn't hear him, her mind fogged with amazingly strong feelings that she
found totally delightful.
"I... I don't know," she said through her panting breath.
"I feel funny... feel strange inside."
Bruce smiled at her, smiled a knowing smile that put her completely at ease for some
reason.
"Silly, you just had your first orgasm," he said softly, looking into her eyes.
"Really?" she responded. A pleased smile came over her face and she lay down next to
her lover.
"Hey, come on," Bruce said in mock sternness.
"You may have had your orgasm, but I haven't." He gently pulled her back on top of
him. "Now get back on top of me and don't stop until I've filled your belly with cum."
Lori blushed at the sound of his words, but her first orgasm was so wonderful that she
was willing to do anything he said, and was rewarded with a second orgasm as
wonderful as the first.
They made love many times after that, and although for a brief moment Lori felt very
badly about having missed out on the wonderful feeling for so long, she was so filled
with love that she held no grudge against her parents. She fully expected to marry
Bruce after they graduated, and she saw nothing wrong in letting him make love to her.
And then the night that Lori thought Bruce was going to ask her to marry him, he
completely shocked her by suggesting a trial marriage instead. Lori didn't know what to
say. Even though Bruce had explained to her that it would allow them both a great deal
of freedom, it went against everything she had ever been taught. To actually live with a
man... without being married... Lori found that she was torn between conflicting ideas.
It was unholy to do what Bruce was suggesting. It was bad enough that she had fucked
him without being married, but she knew that she would be living in sin if she did as
he asked.
But stronger than her morals was the love she felt for Bruce, and the love she knew he
felt for her. He had opened up a whole new world for her, and she would never cease to
be in his debt for that. And even though she knew that he could leave her any time he
wanted, she could do the same to him, should the feeling of love ever die. She finally
reached her decision. She agreed to his suggestion. She had learned so much in college
so far, she decided to take the biggest gamble of her life. It was something she had
never regretted. Never until now, that is.
Lately, Bruce had been failing to satisfy her, cumming before she could reach her sexual
peak. She began to search through her mind for a possible explanation, and she could
only come up with one: even though he said he still loved her, he was fooling himself.
It was something Lori did not want to face, especially since she found that she was
more in love with him every day.
Lying in bed next to her sleeping husband, she once again began to cry. She had heard
him say many times that he was not the jealous type, but Lori knew that it was just
something he said to make her happy. She knew that if he ever caught her with another
man, he would go into a rage that would stand up to any husband. If she could make
him jealous somehow, she knew that he would return to his old self. But the thought of
another man made Lori shudder. She wanted no other man but Bruce, and she knew
she would never be able to let another man fuck her, not even to save her relationship
with Bruce.
Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and she drifted into a
dream of conflicting images, Bruce becoming two men who looked the same but were
totally different.


Chapter 2

Bruce sipped on his highball as he looked out the window at his new city. Behind him,
his sister, Missy Johnson, turned her head slightly and looked at him out of the side of
her eyes.
"Something wrong, Bruce?" she asked, a teasing smile coming to her face.
At first, Bruce didn't hear her. His mind was on the night before, when he had cum too
soon and failed once again to satisfy Lori. Like many men, he blamed himself for his
sexual inadequacy, although he could not think of why he had changed. When he had
first fucked Lori, it was one of the most beautiful experiences he had ever had, and for a
long time after that, things were working out very well between them. He knew how
hard it had been for her to actually live with him when she wasn't married to him, and
he both respected and loved her all the more for it. Damnit! If she loved him, she
would try her best to reach orgasm when he did. That must be it, he thought. She was
reverting to her old morals. Something must have happened to make her believe that
her life had become sinful. He had been thinking about marrying her for some time
now. Perhaps that would change things between them. She would no longer feel guilty
about making love to him if he were her husband.
But now he could feel a burning rage building inside him at the thought of marrying
her. Not because he didn't want to, but because it looked as if she were forcing him
into it. There was definitely something wrong, and he would have to talk to Lori about
it.
"I asked you if there was something wrong," Missy repeated.
Bruce spun around and looked at his sister. For a moment he couldn't believe how
things between him and his sister had worked out. He knew she had been living in
Atlanta, but he never dreamed that when the chemical engineering company sent him
to the cultural center of the South he would be living next door to her.
"No, nothing's wrong," he said meekly. There was no conviction in his voice, and Missy
could sense that there was indeed something bothering him. "Job got you down?" she
asked, a condescending tone edging her voice.
"I don't start that until tomorrow," he told her. "Right now I'm just sort of biding my
time."
"Well, if it's not your job, then it must be Lori," said Missy as she sipped again on her
drink. The dark-haired woman could tell that she hit a nerve when she mentioned Lori
because her brother stiffened. He turned away from her to avoid looking at her, and he
could feel his face redden. "That's it, isn't it? That cute little blonde pussy is making life
miserable for you, and you don't know what to do about it." Bruce could feel all the
frustration of the past few months coming to a. head, and even though he did not want
to get into it with Missy, he knew he had to talk to someone.
"She makes me so... so... so tense. She's trying to trap me into marriage, and I just don't
know what to do about it."
"Maybe she's just a little nervous about moving to a strange city. From the little you've
told me about her, she probably thought Dayton was too fast. She's going to have to
change if she wants to stay in Atlanta. You've been screwing her for what, a year now.
If you can't bring her around after all that time, I think you should put her on a bus
and send her back home."
"Missy, please. I love her and I want to marry her. I just don't want to be forced into
it."
Missy gave her finely chiseled face a casual toss, her long dark hair rearranging itself on
her shoulders. Every time Bruce looked at her, his cock gave a little lurch in his pants.
Her sleek body was literally screaming to be fucked, and the way she flaunted her
luscious breasts at him let him know that she knew it. If she wasn't his sister...
"It's going to get worse when you go to work and she's left all alone in that big house,"
Missy continued. "Maybe she'll get a job, but I can't think of anything she's suited for."
"All right," said Bruce, wanting to end the conversation. "What would you suggest?"
"Get her a little something to keep her company. Something she can take care of. A pet,
say. If she had something she could mother, she might not feel the need to trap you
into marriage."
Even though Bruce did not like the tone of her voice and the way she was talking about
Lori, he had to admit that her suggestion made sense. Lori liked animals, and it would
provide her a release for the tension she must be feeling. He knew she still felt
uncomfortable about living with him before they were married. Bruce returned his gaze
to Missy, and was a little surprised that she was looking at him with her mouth turned
up into a teasing smile.
"Just what kind of pet?" he asked. "Goldfish?"
"No, silly. A dog. You have the room in that house for a dog. Besides, this is a fairly
large city, and a dog might come in handy for protection. It's a lot cheaper than buying
a burglar alarm."
"Well, I don't know..." Bruce liked dogs, but the thought of having one meant that he
would have to be taken care of, and visions of chewed slippers and shedding dog hair
passed through his mind. Still, if Lori was willing to take care of it, it might be worth a
try.
"Look, I'll tell you what," said Missy as she saw her brother's hesitation. "It so happens
I have a dog. Your house is as big as mine, and you can see that mine causes me no
problems."
Bruce was pleasantly surprised. As soon as she told him she had a pet, he began to look
around for evidence of the animal. There was none.
"What kind of dog do you have?" he asked, thinking that it must be very small.
"I have a German shepherd," she said, noting the surprised look on his face. "Why
don't you take him home for a while and see how he works out for you. I've grown...
uh... rather fond of him, but I would be willing to let my brother and his girl have him
for a while. Just on a trial basis, you understand. If he works out for you, you can get
one of your own. If he doesn't, you just give him back and you're out nothing."
Bruce thought quickly, and decided that it sounded like a good idea.
"Where is this dog?" he asked. "I'd like to see him before I make up my mind."
Downing her drink, Missy smiled and then called out: "Colonel!"
Bruce heard a thunderous barking coming from upstairs.
"My God!" exclaimed Bruce as he heard the dog running down the stairs. "Are you sure
that's a dog and not King Kong?"
Missy smiled at his little joke. "I assure you, even though he's big, he's very well
behaved... and trained. I trained him myself."
The barking grew louder and more excited as the beast came running down the stairs.
Finally Colonel entered the front room where they were sitting, and Bruce saw that he
was a beautifully marked dog. Colonel went bounding over to where Missy was sitting
and began licking her hands ecstatically, joyously wagging his massive tail and uttering
little pleasure-filled whines.
"He really likes me," said Missy as she pulled her hands away from his mouth and
stroked behind his ears. Just then the dog saw Bruce and froze for a moment. Yet there
was nothing hostile in his actions. Rather, it seemed as though he had been shown
something that totally captivated his interest. And then, with a graceful proud stride,
the huge animal sauntered over to Bruce and began inquisitively sniffing his clothes.
Finally satisfied the strange man was friendly, he lashed out with his huge tongue and
licked Bruce's hand and then thrust his head up underneath it, forcing Bruce's hand up.
"Well," said Missy as she walked over to pet her animal. "I think he likes you."
Gingerly, she reached out and scratched the dog behind the ears again, and instantly
the huge German shepherd sat back on his haunches, a half-foolish look of pleasure
coming over his face. From the way Missy was looking at the dog, Bruce could sense
that she had indeed become very fond of him. Even though he and his sister had never
been all that close, he had never known her to like dogs. Well, people change.
"You can see how friendly he is," said Missy after a short silence.
"Yes, I can see that," Bruce answered in a dreamy tone of voice. The young man had
become totally captivated by the big animal, who was giving little sighs of pleasure, eyes
half closed, as Missy continued to stroke his ears. Breaking out of his half-trance, Bruce
shook his head. "Okay, I'll take him. For a little while at least. Are you sure he'll like
Lori?"
"He'll love Lori. You can count on that. And I'm sure Lori will love him." As she spoke,
another dreamy smile came to Missy's face, a smile that seemed as though she was
thinking of something a million miles away, something very pleasurable. She finally
looked up to her brother. "Now, how about a little more drinking to celebrate. Your
new home, your new job, your new pet, a family reunion. Let's unwind a little. I have
something a bit stronger than what we've been drinking."
Bruce followed willingly enough. As soon as Missy stopped her rubbing, the big dog
looked up at her with an expression of regret on his face, then got up and tagged along
after Bruce, his massive, beautiful head just inches from Bruce's leg. It seemed to Bruce
that the dog was intelligent enough to know he was going to be visiting the new man
for a while, and was more than eager to make friends with him. Bruce experienced a
feeling of pleasure at being able to make friends with the dog so easily. Just the idea of
having this great dog walking along docilely at his side fulfilled a strange sense of virile
mastery – man the conqueror with his loyal companion. After failing to satisfy Lori in
the past few months, it gave Bruce a new and vibrant feeling, and he could feel his
confidence returning. There was something to having the dog after all.
"Here we go," said Missy as she pulled out an interesting looking bottle from behind
her built-in bar. "A friend of mine made this himself. If you like it, I'm sure I can get
him to make some for you."
There was a loud pop and a small cloud of green smoke curled out of the opening as
Missy pulled the cork out. Carefully, Missy filled two glasses with a cloudy brownish
substance and then waited a moment for the sediment to settle at the bottom of the
glasses. "To a new life," she said as she handed her brother a glass and raised her own
in a toast. Bruce touched his glass to his sister's and sipped at the drink. He could tell
right away that this was something that by all rights ought to be banned. It was good,
very good, and it had a kick like a Missouri mule. Choking a little as he felt his throat
become numb, he said in a hoarse whisper: "They don't make stuff like that in Dayton."
Missy threw her head back and laughed.
In a short while, both brother and sister were feeling a little tipsy, and their
conversation wandered from topic to topic without any continuity. Bruce was feeling
very giddy, and he was finding it hard to think.
"Are you sure he'll like Lori," he asked, weaving his body as he sat in an old, ornate
overstuffed chair.
"Brother of mine, if he doesn't like Lori, I'll move out of Atlanta and you'll never see
me again."
Bruce laughed at her little joke. "Say, listen," he said as he tried to get up. "I think I'd
better be going. Got to take care of the little woman. Gotta show her Colonel as well. I
don't want to be carried out of here."
"Sure, I understand, I'll go get his leash. He likes to take walks. In fact, he likes
anything you want to do with him. I'm sure you and Lori and Colonel will get along
just fine.
In a short while, Bruce was weaving the short distance from his sister's house to his
own. He thought it must be a funny sight, the huge animal straining at the leash and
pulling a man who could just about stand. Even though it was early in the evening by
this time, he knew he was going to have some hangover. And on his first day of work
too. Well, what the hell? he thought. He had to unwind a little, and besides, he might
not feel all that bad tomorrow.
As he walked up the front sidewalk to his door, Lori came out to meet him.
"I'm glad you're home. I was beginning to get a little worried, but I didn't know who..."
She stopped as she saw that he was leading a dog into the house.
"Where on earth did you get him?" she asked in a surprised voice.
. "Missy gave him to us. I thought you might like a pet while I'm away at work."
At the sound of Lori's voice, Colonel perked up his ears. During the walk, he had
appeared a little confused, but now he had a happy expression on his face, and he
pulled tighter on the leash. For a long moment, girl and dog looked into each other's
eyes and then Colonel raised up on his haunches, placing his front paws on Lori's
shoulders, licking her face with his long pink tongue.
"Why, Bruce," she said, her voice dripping with total delight. "He's beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful." Bruce smiled as he heard the pleasure in her voice, and all at
once he began to feel better. Missy must have had something after all.
"We can only keep him for a little while," Bruce explained through his thick voice.
"Missy wants him back after a few days. If he works out, we can get another."
Bruce could see right away that things were going to work out. Nothing more needed
to be said as Lori and Colonel got to know each other. There was a little something that
happened which Bruce, in his drunken state, found rather amusing as he led Colonel
through his new home. The huge animal placed his nose tightly up between Lori's
thighs, sniffing and nuzzling as. he pushed her loose skirt right up to the "vee" between
her legs. Lori too found it somewhat amusing, but there was nothing she could do to
make him stop. Finally, Bruce reached out and pulled him away by his collar.
"Naughty dog," he said, fighting to keep his balance. "It took me long enough to get up
in there. You're going to have to wait."
Lori looked a little confused as Bruce pulled the dog away from her, but she shrugged it
off as his training from another person. Missy must have made the dog extremely
friendly, and there was really nothing wrong with that. Lori would enjoy having a
friendly animal .around the house.
If she had only known how friendly.


Chapter 3

The next day was the first day of Bruce's new job. He left for work early in the
morning, and even though Lori was happy to see that they were starting out a new life
together, she soon found that she was bored. Over her second cup of coffee, she felt
lonely. It would have been nice if Bruce could stay home all day, but it was only an
unreal fantasy. She felt very much like a wife to him, especially now that they were far
away from home and living like man and wife, but there was still something missing.
For a brief moment, she shuddered as she thought that he might not come home that
evening, and then she put it out of her mind. There was no doubt, really, in her mind
that he loved her as much as she loved him. This problem they were having in bed
must be just a temporary thing. It had to be! If only he would talk to her about it.
Finishing her coffee, she looked around the house. Even though it was in very good
repair, it had not been lived in for some time. Dust and dirt had built up over the
months of it's vacantness, and she decided that she would busy herself with some very
necessary cleaning. Perhaps the work would take her mind off her feeling of loneliness.
Certainly nothing would be accomplished by just sitting and wishing for things to
happen.
She glanced in the corner of the kitchen where Colonel was lying. The lovely young
blonde looked fondly at the huge animal, and was once again feeling happy. Having
him with her made her fell less lonely. For the first night that Colonel stayed with
them, Bruce and Lori found that he was really well behaved, intelligent and well
trained. He had spent most of his first night getting to know his new home. Even
though Lori had had him for less than a day, she was beginning to think of him as her
own, and she knew that she would be very unhappy to give him back to Missy. Of
course, it was too soon to tell if the dog's presence would clear up Bruce and Lori's
sexual problem, but that lovely young blonde was willing to give it as much time as was
needed.
Even though Colonel was large, he did not seem to be unhappy with staying indoors.
The house was so large that he could get himself playfully lost, and even though in time
he might get to know his way around the old large house, there was still plenty of room
for him to run without destroying anything. And then, too, there was a nice park only
three blocks away.
Soon, Lori was busy with getting everything ready for cleaning. She had pulled down
the curtains and had moved much of the lighter furniture into one room. The house
was not too large for her to take care of by herself, but she could see that at the very
least, it would occupy her until the end of the week. She was grateful that she would
have Colonel to talk to.
She was humming a little song to herself to make her work go faster when she heard a
knock on the front door. Answering it, she saw a tall, dark-haired woman.
"Good morning," the dark woman said. "You must be Lori. I'm Missy, Bruce's sister.
May I come in?"
For a moment, Lori was a little put off by this interruption, but she had heard very little
about Missy from Bruce. Brother and sister had never been very close, but now that
they were going to be living next door to each other, that could very well change.
Besides, Lori would have to make new friends. Where better to start than by next door?
"Sure," answered Lori, stepping aside and motioning Missy into the living room. "I was
just cleaning up, and I could use a break."
From the little Bruce had said about Missy, Lori was not exactly sure how to act. Missy
had been the "black sheep" of Bruce's family, but that was all Lori knew. The young
blonde could sense a strong aggression in the older, dark haired woman, but she
seemed to be warm and friendly as well. Lori decided that she would just take matters
as they came. Lori did notice that Missy moved with a forceful manner. She was tall
and elegant, and she carried her undeniable beauty with all the assurance that she knew
how to arouse men. She was rather mysterious as to how old she was. Bruce had told
Lori, but the young blonde had forgotten. She made a guess at twenty-eight or nine. For
some reason, Missy chose to live in her large house all alone.
"I just thought I would come by and see how you were doing," Missy said, looking
around the house as she found an empty chair and sat down. "I also wanted to see how
Colonel was working out."
Lori was about to tell her when the large fog came bounding into the living room. Lori
figured that he must have heard Missy's voice and came to greet his mistress. Lori
watched with her mouth hanging open as Colonel immediately placed his head between
Missy's slightly spread legs and pushed his nose as far up her skirt as he could. She was
even more surprised when Missy actually held his head there by scratching him behind
the ears. The dog seemed to be pressing between Missy's thighs as tightly as he could,
and the older woman made only a minimal effort to hold him back.
"Well, Colonel, did you miss me?" Missy asked in what sounded to Lori like a strangely
seductive tone. "Are your new friends treating you okay?"
For a moment, Lori seemed to be ignored, and she allowed her eyes and mind to take
in more of her new neighbor. There was something very sexually provocative about
even the simple moves Missy had made. While not as full breasted as Lori, the taller,
older woman had a lithe sensuousness to her model shaped body that cried out a
promise of sensuality. Her lovely face was framed delightfully by her rich, full almost jet
black hair, and her deep black eyes added to her allure. They were large and slanted,
and seemed to promise as much sexual satisfaction as the rest of her body. Lori thought
that if she were as innocent and inexperienced as she had been less than a year ago,
before she started living with Bruce, she would have felt very uncomfortable in the
presence of this older woman. Missy had a very worldly nature about her, something
that Lori could not quite define. Nonetheless, she decided that she would give Bruce's
sister the benefit of the doubt.
"Colonel appears to be fairly happy here," Lori said to make conversation.
"I hope so, lover," Missy said as she removed her look from the dog and looked at Lori.
"I'd hate to think you people might abuse him. This dog has managed to work his way
to my heart. Sometimes when I'm alone, I don't know how I would survive without
him. You'll get to feel that way too, soon," she added with a wink. "Now, how are you
and that lover-brother of mine getting along? Things as good in other parts of the
house as they are in the kitchen?"
"I'm not sure what you mean," said Lori, turning her head away slightly and feeling
herself blush, although she couldn't tell why.
"The bedroom honey," Missy said with a strangely erotic smile. "Bruce likes his women
active."
Lori was shocked by the things Missy was saying, and as she found an empty chair
opposite of the older woman, she shifted her weight uncomfortably, feeling ill at ease
suddenly in the woman's presence. The still slightly innocent young woman could not
take her eyes of the strange scene of Colonel burying his head deeply between Missy's
thighs. A friendly dog was one thing, thought Lori, but there was something a little
strange about Colonel's seeming insistence. And the fact that Missy seemed to actually
enjoy having Colonel's head so close to her private parts made Lori a little more
uncomfortable. True, Missy did not open her legs anymore than she already had, but
she did not close them either, and she was still holding Colonel's head against her inner
thighs, her ear-scratching motions moving the huge head up and down under her dress.
The two women made some small talk, and Lori finally ended their conversation with
the excuse that she wanted to get back to her work. If Missy noticed that Lori was
feeling uncomfortable, she gave no indication.
"I understand honey," Missy said as she walked out the door. "You want to make
things look good for that man of yours. You play your cards right in this house, and
you'll get your rewards in those smaller rooms upstairs."
The bedrooms, Lori thought to herself. She flushed as she allowed her to think about it.
Missy's straight forward manner about sex was unlike Bruce's, and as the older woman
finally left the house, Lori leaned back against the door. Now that the seductive dark
haired beauty was one, Lori felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
She closed her eyes, and then opened them, and she noticed that Colonel was sitting
facing the door. It seemed as if he had a sad expression on his face, and the young
blonde thought it was because he had just seen his mistress leave. Lori bent down and
began petting the large animal, and he went right between her knees, trying to force his
handsome head as far up her skirt as she would allow. For some reason, Lori hesitated
before she pulled him away. Finally, she decided that she had to return to her work,
and she stood up and walked back to the living room. Colonel followed her, looking up
with a sad and disappointed expression on his face.

* * *

Missy sat in her living room, a teasing ache still quivering in her loins. She smiled to
herself as she thought of her excuse to Lori about why she had really visited her. As
soon as Missy had entered the cute blonde's living room, Missy could sense that the
obviously innocent young girl would never understand that the real reason was because
Missy had missed Colonel's immense cock the night before. It was almost like having a
husband away on a business trip instead of at home and in bed, fucking all night until
the sun came up.
Lighting a cigarette, Missy sat back in her chair, and allowed her mind to wander. She
found that she was reliving the beautiful first time she had found out about Colonel's
unusual properties.
She had just moved to Atlanta and, despite her ability to get along on her own, was
feeling lonely. Her second day .in the city, she had decided that she needed a pet,
something to keep her company. One of the local pet stores had sold her Colonel, and
the clerk told her that he would fit the bill.
"With this handsome animal around," he said with a strange leer on his face, "you will
never be lonely."
Missy found out later that day just what he had meant. She had been sun bathing in a
very secluded patio of her house, lying on a beach towel, wearing only her bikini
bottoms. The discarded top was lying beside her. She was basking in the warm southern
sun, and was so relaxed that she had almost drifted asleep. She allowed Colonel the run
of the house while she tried to decide what she wanted to do with her life, and she had
all but forgotten about him. But he had not forgotten about her. Silently, the big dog
stared at the lovely half-naked woman from the patio entrance only a few feet away.
Her flesh sensed his presence and looked around, starting a little when she saw him.
"Why, Colonel. You little sneak, walking up to me like that." Missy's soft throaty
reassuring voice encouraged the big animal to come nearer and he stopped right next to
Missy as she rose half up on her elbows, then reached up with one hand to rub his
head. The motion of her arm made her taut full breasts move sensually and catch the
dog's attention. Without hesitation, Colonel lowered his huge beautiful head and then
his long thick tongue shot out to lick hotly over the ruby-tipped mound so near.
"Oooooohhh," Missy gasped involuntarily as that thick wet tongue sent little shivers
running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making her nipples rise into hard little buds of
desire. Without thinking, the dark-haired beauty pushed Colonel's head away. "Come
on, lover, don't you think we should get to know each other a little better?" she said.
Colonel backed away for a moment, slightly discouraged by the stern tone of his new
Mistress' words. But he began to whine excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle that
moved him nearer and nearer to the lovely taut-nippled breast he had already tasted.
Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd licked out once again, laving his
moist tongue over the same breast, and then turned his attention to the other one.
When Missy crossed her hands over her breast to fend off the dog, Colonel snuffled a
hot trail down over her belly and then began to sniff excitedly at Missy's skimpy bikini
bottoms, letting his nose slide all over the stunned woman's scantly covered loins.
Say, you're a real eager beaver, aren't you?" Missy said, half in alarm, half in awe. She
was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog's persistent attentions. For a long
moment Colonel stared with unmistakable hunger at the almost naked female body
before him. Missy had seen that look in many of her boy-friends, and a slow look of
comprehension began to come over her face.
"Well, I'll be damned..." she started. She had been wondering how she was going to
meet men in Atlanta, just someone to satisfy the throbbing in her loins every now and
then, and it dawned on her that she may own what she was looking for.
"No wonder that clerk gave me such a funny look when he sold me to you. He knew
what kind of dog you were."
Already the lovely brunette was beginning to savor the shock waves that were coursing
through her body from his breast licking, and she could feel the first hints of vaginal
fluid seeping against her bikini bottoms.
"You sure are a handsome fucker," she said to the clearly excited dog. "And you sure
can lick a tit." Slowly an incredibly lewd idea was taking possession of the lovely 
darkhaired woman, one of the most lewd yet exciting ideas she could ever remember having,
and she had had her share. Basically a warm person, despite her often cold approach to
men, she was always willing to try something new in the area of sex. Only once had she
been disappointed. Just before she had left Dayton, she had found a man almost twice
her age. He was a brutal drunkard, and he treated Missy more like a slave than an
individual person. But he would stop at nothing for sexual satisfaction, and Missy had
learned many things from him. She had also mistaken pure physical satisfaction for
romantic love, and had stayed with him for longer than she would have liked. Finally
leaving him, she had moved to Atlanta without a word of explanation to him or her
parents. But she had made several stop-overs between Dayton and Atlanta, continuing
her licentious training with a seemingly endless succession of men, learning and
teaching as she went along, but never again mistaking physical need for romantic love.
She had thought that she had tried everything there was to try, but she could see now
that she was wrong.
Half closing her lustrous eyes, the sensual woman lay back on the beach towel, letting
her arms move down to her sides. Then pressing them in, she squeezed her sleek
breasts together, making them peak up together like miniature cherry-capped
mountains.
"Okay, big boy," she crooned up to the dog. "You got 'em." She didn't have to say it
again. Colonel moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold nose thrust
inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds, and then once again his
massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft resilient flesh below.
"Aaaaaaahhhh," Missy breathed out blissfully. "That's some tongue... what a wonderful
tongue. Why didn't I meet you years ago?"
She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward, moving them in
little circles, trying to help Colonel's big tongue as it trailed hotly over her palpitating
flesh. "Oh, lover, lick 'em hard. Make my breasts hurt," Missy moaned. Her legs were
slowly writhing, her heels digging into the towel as Colonel licked on. Closing her eyes,
letting her head roll aimlessly back and forth, the panting young woman let an army of
fantasies invade her mind. For long moments she imagined vast hordes of men crowded
around her, each one straining forward to slide his hot grasping mouth over her
shivering nipples. But then she suddenly realized she didn't need fantasy. What though
could be more exciting or satisfying than her new German shepherd standing over her,
his huge tongue dipping into her soft breast, driving her to a frenzy.
Reaching up, Missy gently took Colonel's head in her hands and began to guide his
muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple, then the other, then
underneath to stroke up and over onto the pebble-hard sensitiveness of the tips. With
each hot burning swipe of that pleasure-giving animal tongue, Missy could feel an
answering spasm deep down between her legs as the wildly erotic sensations radiated
outward from her tortured breasts to pluck maddeningly at her hungry loins. She could
feel the hot juices building up inside her vaginal slit, beginning to drench the narrow
thick crotchband of her bikini bottoms.
The hot secretions bubbling deep inside Missy's still covered vagina began to become
apparent to Colonel as well. A heavy, rich, musky smell began to permeate his sensitive
nostrils, further exciting the eagerly licking animal. For a moment he was unable to tear
his attention away from the softly quivering breasts beneath his lashing tongue as Missy
held his head down tight against their trembling curves. The lovely brunette was 
halfmad with passion and desire now, writhing and moaning on the towel below the
eagerly licking dog, little choked gasps escaping through her clenched teeth. It might
have gone on endlessly, but, finally, the heady seductive odors that wafted up from
under those tiny bikini bottoms proved too much for the big German shepherd.
With a whine of exasperation, Colonel pulled his head away from Missy's grasp and
began to nose at the moaning woman's partially covered loins. Desperately the excited
shepherd licked at the wispy piece of cloth, trying to get at the maddening essences
beneath, his huge tongue spilling over and rasping across the tender flesh in the
hollows of Missy's loins.
To the sensually writhing brunette, this proved even more exciting. Rolling her nipples
harshly between her own fingertips, the moaning young woman ground her hips down
into the patio, tantalized almost beyond endurance by the long pink animal tongue
licking over and around her screaming pussy depths, fended off by her single remaining
garment. For just one second Colonel nosed aside the tight cloth, his nose pressing into
the softly curled pubic hair, but the material slid back fast to block his access to her
sweet-smelling cuntal depths.
"Oh God," she moaned, reaching down to slide her fingers beneath the restraining
material., She had rolled the elastic leg bands down her long, sleek thighs when she
suddenly realized where she was – sunning herself right out in the open. Even though
she was not a prude, she preferred to be in a place a little more private.
Staggering to her feet, the raggedly breathing brunette removed the bikini bottom and
then started inside, pressing her aching thighs together to keep the sensual feelings alive
as she walked. She made no attempt to hide her nakedness, and continued to squeeze
her nipples as she entered her house.
"Come on, lover," she called needlessly. Colonel would have followed her anywhere at
that point. For a moment, the lovely naked woman stood in the middle of her living
room, trying to decide where she should go. Then she saw it; a large thick carpet at the
other end of the room. Missy headed for it.
Standing right in the middle of the plush green rug, the still trembling brunette once
again ran her hands along her body, revolving her hips and moaning with almost
mindless passion. Her body was revolving slightly as she further aroused the breast
licking dog. Brown was her color, from the rich cream of her skin to the lustrous thick
cloud of hair that spilled down over her slender shoulders, making the perfect frame for
her dark, sensually beckoning eyes.
"Come here, lover," she called again softly, her voice husky with the lust waving
through her body. She stood waiting as the dog came nearer, then, slowly sinking to
her knees onto the thick, red rug, the lovely naked woman took the dog's massive head
in her hands. He licked her face for a moment, then once again darted his thick hot
tongue out to her firm-pointed breasts, but Missy pushed him away for a moment and
lay down full length on the plush carpet, her lovely coloring blending into the soft
material. Drawing up her legs so that her knees were slightly bent, Missy let her thighs
fall wantonly open, baring the passion-drenched slit nestled high up between her long
and graceful legs. Reaching down, the excited woman slowly pulled apart her pussy lips,
exposing the glistening pink flesh within.
"Lick it, Colonel," she hissed. "Lick my cunt like you licked my breasts."
She wondered if he understood what was expected of him. So far he seemed to be a well
trained animal, and intelligent as well, but this could be asking too much of him.
Hardly daring to breathe, the panting woman watched his big head move closer to her
throbbingly naked pussy. For a long moment, the dog just stared at the seething moist
feast spread before him below, then his nose thrust forward inquisitively, sliding up the
tender flesh of Missy's inner thigh.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she gasped out from the sudden shock of that cold wetness against her
naked flesh. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in tortured frustration as the
nose swept lightly over her pussy hair, barely touching the needing cunt lips below. Oh
God, she thought to herself, she needed more, much more if she were not going to go
completely out of her mind. Then suddenly without warning Colonel's tongue shot out
to dart lizard-like in between her waiting pussy-flesh, splaying out wetly over her soft
pubic mound, digging insistently between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a line of
fiery bliss into the moist inner pinkness.
"Oooooooohhhhhh," Missy half sobbed, her lovely body spasming into an arched curve
as the first wild shock of that invading tongue rocketed through her writhing body.
"Aaaaahhhhh... aaaahhhhhhhhhh," she moaned again as time and time again that
mighty tongue lashed out, sliding wetly the full length of her palpitating little pussy slit,
starting at her tiny puckered anus below, and trailing up over her clenched vaginal
opening to finally end with a nerve-shattering swipe over her erect and blissfully
throbbing clitoral bud. Again and again Colonel licked at her glistening wet nakedness,
driving the sex-maddened woman to heights of passion she had never known before
"Aaaarrrrhh... God... I love it. I love it," Missy moaned deliriously. "If I had only
known... only known." Her softly flexing thighs spread mindlessly open to expose
further her burning cunt to the slaving animal, but that was not enough. Drawing up
her knees so that they pressed tightly against her breasts, the naked woman rolled
herself into a quivering ball of primordial lust. At the same time she reached desperately
down and taking the massive head, pulled it hard against her screaming convulsing
loins, wanting his tongue to plunge deep, deep up inside her burning pussy.
But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the fascinated Colonel
was presented with a new target: Missy's tightly pursed little anus. Licking lower, the
beautiful animal began to torture the rubbery opening, even managing once to dig his
wet tongue slightly inside. His desire-ridden mistress went nearly insane with this
delightful new assault, her whole body jerking and lunging on the rug while choking
gasps of sexual need bubbled up from deep in her chest. Bit by bit her delirious ravings
fell into a rhythmic chant, keeping time to the dog's wonderful lickings up between her
wide-split crack.
"Uuuuuuufihhh, oooooohhhh, ooohh," she moaned. "Keep licking... feels good... make
me cum... going to cum... harder, faster."
Eagerly the big dog licked into the aromatic feast below, his senses filled with the rich
taste and smell and sight of this nakedly aroused human. Little by little a fierce burning
was growing in the animal's own loins, brought to life by the writhing woman who
begged and pleaded under him, half-buried in the sensuous softness of the plush rug.
Harder and harder the big animal stroked his tongue into the sex-slippery cunt so
shamelessly offered up to him, at the same time growing more excited himself.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes... That's it... make Momma cum. Keep it up... another second or
two..." The dark-haired beauty was moaning and twisting in completely abandoned lust,
feeling a wild pressure building, building far up inside her belly, stroked to life by
Colonel's lust-firing tongue. All these years of orgasms, ever since she had reached
puberty, and especially since she had left her home town, her whole lifetime of sexual
experience told her she was about to cum, was about to cum like she had never cum in
her entire life before. Powerful, spasms began to seize her sex-wracked body and she
was letting herself go with it when – suddenly to her horror she felt Colonel's head
wrenched from her grasp and her quaking cuntal flesh knew a terrible absence.
The shocked young woman raised her head questioningly to see what had robbed her of
her orgasm. "Wha... what's the matter, Colonel?" she asked pleadingly. The big animal
was backing slowly away from her, a confused look on his face. "Come on, Missy
pleaded, "come back and do it to Momma. Come on, honey, just a little more and I'll
cum and..." Then she saw it – his cock! As the young woman stared wide eyed at the
furry belly of the German shepherd, she saw his huge penis slowly emerging from its
hairy protective sheath, needle-pointed and delightful-looking. Longer and thicker it
grew as the dog's excitement increased, until finally it stood out huge and rigid, a drop
of viscous seminal fluid gleaming jewel-like at the very tip, a glistening promise of the
animal's potency.
"My God!" Missy whispered in her shock. She had seen a lot of cocks in her life, but
nothing she could remember even came close to matching this. It was huge! Missy
found herself wondering if a woman could take such a thing like that without being
split in half. But the most fascinating thing about the mighty penis bared to her gaze
was its obscene scarlet coloring growing out of the dog's pale-furred belly like the stalk
of some wonderfully large plant. And that cock was meant for her! She knew it! And
she wanted it! Colonel had aroused while licking her cunt and it looked as if he wanted
to use that huge weapon on her as a claim of his reward.
This was much more adventurous than the brunette had bargained for. Not so much
actually getting fucked by the dog. She had almost expected it when he started licking
her pussy. But she could not believe the sheer size of his dog-cock. Even as she looked
at the thing, she could not believe what she was seeing. And then she found that she
had no other choice but to believe. Her aroused pussy was clamoring for more
attention, something to push her over the edge into the orgasm. "Colonel, lover," she
whimpered, her mind in a turmoil. God, what a beautiful cock. How would it feel
driving hard up inside her belly? she wondered. Wider and wider the young woman's
eyes grew as she stared at the wonderfully large cock dangling and dripping just a few
feet away from her, crazy images beginning to flicker through her mind of that hairy
body possessing hers, locked to her in totally encompassing embrace. Just then the
German shepherd whimpered pleadingly, and that did it. Colonel wanted her – his
need was as great as hers!
With a little moan of abandoned lust the sultry brunette rolled over onto her hands and
knees, her full rounded buttocks swaying provocatively before the animal's hungry gaze.
."Fuck me, lover," Missy moaned back over her shoulder. "Fuck me with your big
beautiful animal cock." Staring in trembling anticipation, Missy watched Colonel move
hesitantly forward, approaching her lewdly offered ass-cheeks. Once again that cool
nose slid between her naked thighs, checking, checking. What was he waiting for? Was
he sure what she wanted? Suddenly the last coherent thought was torn from the
crouching woman's mind as Colonel's tongue lashed out again, splaying through the
pinkly quivering slit that waited before him, digging deeper and deeper this time up
into Missy's wetly flowering vagina, preparing the way for his ultimate penetration.
Missy's breath caught in her throat and she no longer felt that his cock was too big.
That wonderful tongue had once again captured her, making her the dog's willing slave.
Dropping down on her elbows, her head pillowed on her arms, the moaning gasping
woman knelt in wanton lust before the licking slavering animal, aware only of the
raging need flaring out of control deep up between her thighs. On and on the dog
licked, eight, ten, a hundred times, she never knew. Then suddenly she felt paws on her
back, his strong hairy forelegs locking around her tiny waist as the big dog easily
mounted her buttocks. She could feel his hind legs dancing in close, the first touch of
his hot swollen penis sliding in through her trembling thighs. But he was too low!
Desperately the moaning Missy spread her knees apart, opening her thighs wider to the
dog's advance, wanting that mighty organ to pound up inside her frantically convulsing
vagina. Slipping and dancing, the sharp tip slid tantalizingly over her swollen cuntal
lips, searching for its hot humid goal. It seemed as though he was not totally used to
fucking human women.
Sobbing desperately, Missy shifted her buttocks from side to side, trying to trap
Colonel's penis with her hungrily nibbling pussy, but it was no use. Once the tapered
tip caught at the entrance of her rectum and tried to enter, but in instinctive fear Missy
twisted away from the undesired impalement. She wanted that dog-cock deep up inside
her cuntal folds, and she would be satisfied with nothing less.
Looking to one side, Missy could see what an obscene picture they made in the full
length mirror across the room. It was a delightfully lewd scene and the sight of the
dog's bright scarlet cock against her own fever-pink pussy-lips sent another wave of
lascivious desire rippling through her helplessly writhing naked body.
Colonel hunched in a little closer and this time his blindly thrusting cock slid
underneath to rub maddeningly up and down inside the young woman's hot wet cuntal
slit, the whole top side of his massive red shaft swallowed by her rich black pussy hair.
"Aaaaahhhhh... Oh God!" Missy cried out in frustration as that powerful dog penis
teased the full length of her warmly secreting pussy, torturing her already aroused
clitoris to a new and blissfully painful hardness. This was driving her mad! she thought
to herself, and sobbing in frustration, the panting young brunette reached back under
her body to take Colonel's penis in her cool fingers, guiding it firmly up towards her
waiting vagina. The eager dog whined as he felt the pressure around his throbbing cock
but he let her guide it right up to the passion-drenched entrance to her vagina.
"Fuck me now... hard... Fuck, Colonel!" Missy begged, and the well trained dog
complied.
Sensing he was now at his long sought goal, the huge dog only did what his age-old
instincts dictated. He fucked forward! He surged ahead on his powerful legs, driving his
gleaming scarlet shaft like a relentless spear deep up into the softly waiting depths open
before him, never stopping until his hairy balls slapped hard against Missy's aching
clitoris. Then, as soon as he knew he was all the way in, Colonel began to fuck dog
style, driving rapid machine-gun bursts up into Missy's quailing cunt.
Missy's eyes opened wide in shock as that first thundering thrust tore all the way up
into her pussy. She grunted, not knowing whether it hurt or felt good but knowing it
would take a little getting used to. Colonel, however, gave her no chance. Bang, bang,
bang, he pounded into her aroused body, sinking a little deeper each time into her 
lustmoistened cuntal flesh.
"AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Missy moaned in agony, her last inner defenses
crumbling before that lustful and relentless attack. She tried to crawl forward on the
rug, mindlessly trying to escape the agony that threatened to tear her loins wide open,
but Colonel danced along with her, his forelegs holding tight to her waist. An angry
growl came from his throat and she knew he wasn't about to let her go.
Missy had known a lot of cocks in her life at that point, but never before had she felt so
filled, so able to feel every inch of a huge fleshy pole as she did now, stretching her to
the bursting point, digging to depths no man had ever reached before. It was clear to
her that she was going to have to stick it out and suffer under this agonizing fucking
until Colonel emptied his massive balls far up inside her heaving belly, his passion
finally spent. And yet while the pain was more intense than any she had ever felt
before, the passion it aroused was just as intense. She wanted to feel the blissful agony.
It was proof to her that she was being fucked like she had never been fucked in her life.
Still, in an effort to relieve the pain she spread open her thighs a little wider, hoping to
give the desperate dog a straighter easier path up into her cunt, at the same time trying
to relax her vaginal muscles so that she might open up more to his lustful instinctive
thrusts. And it worked! The pain eased and the passion increased, and Missy was swept
with a searing wave of bliss that now controlled her writhing nakedness.
"Aaaaaaahhh," the young lovely moaned in relief, her contorted features softening. For
long moments she crouched before the furiously humping animal, content that the pain
was lessening, and then, it began to feel so gooooood. Little by little Missy's eyes glazed
over in a blind stare of passionate acceptance as she crouched in helpless submission
before her animal lover. Without warning, almost as if they were acting on their own,
her hips began a mindless automatic motion back against the lewdly invading dogpenis, 
first in little circles, then in hard jarring thrusts straight back into Colonel's
straining loins while she mewled and moaned in lascivious pleasure.
My God, Missy thought. She'd really been missing out on a lot all these years. What
power and wild animal strength this big dog had as he poured his molten flesh into her
delighted body!
The faded memories of all the cocks she had had in her life flashed through her lust
inflamed mind, and she could think of none that compared with Colonel's. The dog
was a genuine fucking machine, pounding into her with all the vigor of a lust-driven
stud and the power of a lion.
The satiated woman tried to look back under her kneeling body to watch that scarlet
rod of dog-flesh pounding up into her twitching cunt, but all she could see was
Colonel's hairy balls swinging lewdly down between her thighs with one hand, Missy
circled her fingers around Colonel's hot slippery penis as it flashed in and out between
her sensitively throbbing cunt lips, feeling it slide far up her shuddering pussy. At the
same time the lewdly excited woman ground her knuckles gratifyingly into her own
moist cuntal flesh, savoring the meeting of the dog-cock and her own wildly pulsing
vaginal lips.
Looking once again over toward the mirror, the sweating, panting woman felt a rush of
all-encompassing pleasure wash over her as she looked at the lust-inciting picture they
formed together: She, darkly tanned and naked, and this madly humping animal, his
long red tongue lolling out from between his fangs as he fucked her like the animal she
had become. The thought of the very uniqueness of what she was doing added new
dimensions to the erotic signals radiating out from Missy's plundered cuntal depths. It
was too different... so totally different, she thought while the ever-growing lust-pleasure
spread throughout her shamelessly used body.
"Oooooooooohhh, ooooooohhhhh, ahh," she chanted out each time she moved her
buttocks back against Colonel's hard-driving loins. Never, never ever had she felt so
passionately involved in being fucked, the sex-crazed woman dimly realized, completely
enraptured by the wonderful animal fucking she was receiving from behind. One last
time she looked at the mirror, fascinated by the sight of her own soft pink inner pussy
flesh pulling out of her vagina with Colonel's cock on the outstroke, only to be
pounding back up inside as he once again jerked forward. Dazedly she faced back
forward, lost in lust, her mind wandering, the only reality in the world being that huge
fucking machine thundering up into her eagerly accepting cunt. Cock, cunt, cock in
cunt, she allowed the lewd and obscene thoughts to race through her mind as she
finally fixed her thoughts on that huge vicious dog-cock, that delightful scarlet shaft,
that incredible giver of pleasure.
Sensing his new owner's arousal, Colonel redoubled his efforts, encouraged into a new
energy by the complete acceptance of the woman before him, jolting her forward each
time he thrust up into her hotly clinging cunt.
"Uuuuuhhhnnnn," she grunted each time his powerful loins thudded against her
flexing ass-cheeks, his huge fleshy pole seeming to penetrate up through her body until
it felt as if it were going to pierce clear up through her belly. Bracing herself as best she
could, Missy opened her thighs still wider, stretching her whole pubic area until she
thought she would split wide open, spreading herself to a degree she had never thought
possible so that she could gain the full benefit of the animal's enormously enlarged
shaft, reveling in the feel of that heated rock-hardness smashing past her tender pussy
lips on its relentless journey up into her most secret depths.
The dark-haired beauty was slowly turning into a raving sex-starved maniac, moaning
and cursing and pleading with the slaving animal to fuck her like she'd never been
fucked before. Yes, yes, her orgasm was almost here now, but she fought it off, wanting
it to last as long as possible, wanting to build up to a peak so high that it would take
her forever to come down from it.
"Fuck me, Colonel, fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock! Cum in me... cum in me...
fill me with your dog cum."
The twitching, writhing, panting young woman was all but unrecognizable now, her
face distorted into a twisted but somehow oddly beautiful mask of pure unadulterated
lust. All her sexual fantasies were being fulfilled – she was being used and enslaved
beyond her wildest imaginings. The sheer lewdness of the act made her flesh quiver
with forbidden delights while she let her mind wander on the totally arousing nature of
the act she was performing. Never had fucking seemed more lust-filled, more carnal to
her as she made her body a willing receptacle for the thrusting red penis of the brute
animal who fucked her as if she were only another animal. Yes, her basic animal nature,
needs existing since the dawn of man, had triumphed today, she thought dizzily as she
humped before her furry lover like any female beast of the jungle.
Driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Colonel's balls, Missy reached
back desperately with one hand in an attempt to soothe the wonderful agony between
her legs, the tip of her middle finger pressing down hard on the desire-swollen little
nerve button. That was the final trigger her sex-flooded body needed, and the stunned
young woman suddenly felt as if a heavy fist had thudded into her stomach as all her
muscles contracted in a wild delightful spasm, her buttocks flexing and hollowing as her
clenching pussy began to suck and pull on Colonel's throbbing cock.
"Aaaaaaaauuunnnhhhh!" she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her long-awaited
orgasm. The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her animal-lover's bloodengorged 
cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions under the obscene
stimulation of her powerfully milking vagina. Suddenly the dog's searing animal cum
began to jet far up into her innermost depths, flooding her with that delightful warmth
she knew so well. The gasping woman had a split second to think how different it was
from a man's orgasm – more like one powerful squirt that seemed to tunnel a molten
path right through her quivering insides, and then this last realization exploded her
mind in a great flare of colored lights as she started to cum all over again.
Colonel held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long moan of
sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated canine testicles into her wildly
gyrating body as she knelt before him in total bliss. Missy wailed and thrashed as she
pressed her hungrily milking vaginal mouth back against the spurting animal cock as if
afraid to let one precious drop of the lustful fluid escape. The thick white liquid gushed
out from around where her madly working cunt clasped tightly around Colonel's
jerking member, running in sticky trails down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the
plush red rug below.
Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young woman's
exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward onto the sperm-soaked rug
to lie in a sodden heap, Colonel's fast-shrinking cock slipping wetly from her pussy
with a lewd sucking sound.
For long moments the panting woman lay still, her face buried in the dog's soft fur,
trying desperately to regain her breath. Then she became aware of a strange titillation
against her buttocks, and lifting her head to look in the mirror, she saw that Colonel
was slowly licking their combined sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue sliding
over her ass-cheeks to dip obscenely down her still oozing cuntal slit, the big animal
obviously savoring the exotic tastes of spent passion.
Missy let her head drop wearily down onto the rug as Colonel's gentle lavings soothed
the last dregs of sexual frustration from her much-used body. She opened her thighs as
wide as possible to let his cleansing tongue reach the very top of her aching slit,
soothing rather than exciting her this time, seeming to heal her ravished cuntal-flesh.
At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully beside her, his big
head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks. For nearly half an hour they lay that
way, relaxing, feeling the warmth of one-another's now so familiar bodies. Finally Missy
rolled over and sat up, patting the big animal affectionately on the head.
"You've got a job for life, lover," she said. "All the steak and doggy biscuits you want."
And then suddenly she returned to the present. The power of that memory had been so
strong that for a moment she could not remember what day or year it was. She had to
shake her head to clear her mind. She felt as though was waking up from a wonderful
exciting dream. So exciting, in fact, that just thinking about that day so long ago had
aroused her loins. If Colonel had been in the room with her then, there would have
been no way she could resist having him fuck her.
And now he was staying with Bruce and that sweet innocent young thing he said he
was in love with. What was her name? Oh, yes. Lori. Missy smiled to herself. Having
Colonel around would really change her mind about a lot of things. At least Bruce
wouldn't complain about how she was trying to trap him into marriage. Now he would
have something else to worry about. After getting fucked by Colonel, Lori would
probably want the dog instead of Bruce.


Chapter 4

With a deep sigh, Lori folded and piled up the curtains. Nothing she did seemed to take
her mind off of what had happened that morning. She could still feel the tinglings in
her loins every time she moved, and her mind was fogged by sexual need. After Bruce
had left for work that morning, the young blonde thought she might be able to forget
what had happened by immersing herself in work. It had proved futile. Finally, she
decided that she would just think through the events of the morning and try and come
to some sort of conclusion.
Ever since she and Bruce had moved into the new house, they had been having
problems in bed. Not that they didn't have them before they moved to Atlanta, but Lori
had thought that once they were in a new setting, Bruce would be able to control his
ejaculations and wait until she came. And then she had decided that she would give the
new setting a chance. It hadn't helped. They had been living there for nearly four days
now, and it was still the same: Bruce would cum and leave her unsatisfied.
Often, after he had fallen asleep, she would have to resort to using her fingers to have
her orgasm, and this always left her with a feeling of shame. True, they had talked
about the situation before, but this morning they had had the worst argument since
they had been living together. The pretty young blonde woman, sitting in her living
room amid the still dirty curtains, could remember all too well what had happened, and
there was no way she could put it out of her mind.
She had been lying in bed. For some reason she had awakened earlier than usual, and
she found that nothing she did could get her back to sleep. For nearly an hour she lay
very still in bed, occasionally looking over to the sleeping, snoring Bruce. For the first
time in her life, she was feeling a strange and overpowering sensation; she was horny,
and she wanted to be made love to. She had tried to put this thought out of her mind,
afraid of what she was becoming. After all, she was still not married to Bruce, and the
thought of having sex with a man she was not married to still troubled her.
Then, turning in his sleep, one of Bruce's arms fell across her body, pressing heavily
down against her breasts. They had been sleeping in the nude, something that didn't
happen too often. Lori still had reservations about sleeping naked with Bruce, but then
she had been very glad because there was nothing between her sensitive little nipples
and his hairy arm but sensation. Despite herself, the young blonde felt her body
moving a little, working her breasts up against the weight above, feeling little tickles of
pleasure seeping down into her body.
She must have moved a little too much, because Bruce was suddenly awake, his eyes
open and staring at her. Turning toward his lover, he pressed the front of his body close
to hers, and let his arm snuggle around her body, his legs bending forward a little. Lori
turned away onto her side, facing the same direction as he was only because it was
more comfortable. Bruce snuggled up to her, holding his girlfriend protectively in the
curve of his body, one hand knowingly cupping her breast.
Sitting in the living room reliving the memory, Lori could almost feel his hand there
once again, and she caught herself as she found that her own hand was taking the place
of his. Quickly, she wrenched her hand away from her body, but there was no stopping
the memory of that morning from entering and re-entering her mind, and once again
she drifted dreamily back into thought, thought so real she actually believed it was
happening all over again.
His naked hand on her breast felt like fire and she was terribly aware of the soft
fleshiness of his penis pressing gently into the sensitive hollow where her buttocks
joined her upper thighs, only an inch or two from her already moist pussy. For several
minutes she lay still and rigid, then couldn't keep her buttocks from pressing back a
little into her boyfriend's flaccid penis, delighted to feel its soft hotness press a little
farther up into the sensitive crack. At the same time she ground her left breast down
against the hand that was now beginning to squeeze it. The young blonde was surprised
to find that her breathing was growing faster as she worked herself against her lover's
body, tantalizing herself in a way she had never done before.
Then she felt it, a stirring high up between her thighs. His penis was growing hard...
pressure was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks, unmistakably
worming up toward her waiting cunt. Rapidly losing all sense of caution, the desperate
young woman pressed back harder against Bruce's growing rigidity, all the time sliding
her nipple lightly around over the palm of his hand.
And yet, all this time, Bruce acted as though he did not want to fuck her. His actions
seemed as though they were being performed by a man whose mind was a million miles
away. Her obvious motions against him seemed to break him from the trance he was
in, however, and now he was aware that he had an erection and that it was shoved
somewhere up between Lori's ass-cheeks. He began squeezing her breast with more
certainty now, the pebble-hard nipple digging into his palm. His face was pressed
lightly against her skin, her warm sweet-smelling flesh exciting him. It was a way he
had often told her that he was excited by her, one way out of many.
"Good morning, honey," Bruce breathed into her ear, and then began to worm his
swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up toward the soft
curly mound he knew lay ahead, In a second he was burrowing a hot path up into her
waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him. With something like wonder he
felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that warm moist little cleft, gentle little
spasms running over his surprised loins.
"Nice way to wake up," he whispered seductively in her ear, lashing out lightly with his
tongue.
"Uuuuummmmmm, that feels so good," Lori moaned back, arching her lower back a
little so that she could feel more of his swollen cock up between her hungry thighs.
Bruce was rubbing a little harder now, his cock quickly swelling to an almost painful
hardness. Several times she felt the hot bulbous tip slide across the moistened opening
of Lori's vagina but it didn't slip in, since his madly rubbing shaft was nearly at right
angles to Lori's hotly eager cunt. At the same time she was moaning, "Oh, please,
Bruce, put it in... put it in."
Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his lover's back, the
young man soon had himself placed in a better position to enter and thrust up a little,
sensing his trembling cock-head to catch at the very entrance to her offered vagina, but
again he did not go in. Rather, she could feel it skid away to jab roughly at her tiny
throbbing clitoris.
"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving that spongy
hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud. Really eager now, Bruce
rammed one knee between Lori's trembling thighs to force her legs open slightly, and
then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to stuff his aching cock up into that
hungry little channel. It was slippery going, she was so wet down there, and it didn't
help that, maddened by all the fumbling over her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area,
Lori began uncontrollably jerking her hips.
"Hey, take it easy, damn it," Bruce snarled, and for a few seconds Lori did her best to
obey. With a grunt Bruce managed to push the head of his cock part way up inside her
waiting vagina and then thrust forward firmly, and his huge fleshy penis slid up into
the hot wet hole, smoothly, without any pulling at the tender inner walls. They were
that slippery with Lori's freely flowing moisture.
"Ooooohhhh," they both sighed out together as finally Bruce's mighty shaft lay
embedded its full length up inside her quivering little belly. For a long second they lay
still together, frozen by the agonizing pleasure of the penetration they had both been
working for.
Lori felt as if some hotly pulsing electric machine had suddenly been turned on up
inside her, sending wave after wave of breathtaking pleasure throbbing through her
tender insides. And Bruce had the sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock
from his waist to his knees. Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and
growing and realized that he could cum just from lying there. Lori sensed this as well,
and begged, "Please, Bruce, try and hold it for a while if you can."
"I'll try," he answered and sounded as though he meant it. "Just don't move for a bit,"
he suggested. He hoped that if he just let himself soak for a while deep inside her
warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go from his nerves and he could
fuck the hell out of this pretty little blonde the way he used to. Unfortunately, the
young man shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and his massive rod of
flesh slipped upward into her tender loins another inch. That was too much for Lori,
who had been dutifully trying to hold motionless despite the thudding flutters caused
by that cock shoved up her from the back.
Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal muscles started
working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around Bruce's lust-engorged penis.
"Uuuuummmmhhh," he moaned, biting his lower lip. "Will you stop that, for Christ's
sake. You're making me cum."
"I... I can't help it," Lori moaned and then to make matters worse her buttocks began a
mad machine-gun-like jerking back against Bruce's loins. With this extra motion, not to
mention the snug way his aching cock was trapped between her soft voluptuous thighs,
Bruce had had it. He could feel the old familiar explosion deep down in his swollen
balls as his sperm started the mad uncontrollable race up along the fully burgeoned
length of his cock-shaft.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," he moaned. Lustfully rolling Lori over on her stomach, her legs still
straight and clamped together, he loomed above her, his massive Cock disappeared up
between her milk-white thighs, pinning her flailing form to the bed. "Christ almighty,
here it comes," he said as though he were glad. Suddenly his arms stiffened, palms flat
against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was bent like a bow, his agonized
face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust.
"No, no, no," Lori sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she knew it was no
use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing cuntal depths, but filled
her with a frustrated hunger rather than the completion she so desperately sought.
Again and again that erupting pole jerked and twitched up inside her, for a minute
making her hope that it might push her over the edge and start her own orgasm, but
then suddenly, almost without warning, it was over, and Bruce collapsed with a wet
smack on her back, pressing her down into the mattress so that for a moment she
couldn't breathe.
After a few seconds she felt her satisfied lover pull his still half-hard penis from between
her trembling thighs and the unhappy young woman was aware of every potentially
lust-quenching inch of it as it slid wetly out, then dragged over the back of her leg,
leaving a sticky white trail behind it. Even after she felt his weight leave her, Lori
continued to lie on her stomach, not wanting Bruce to see the tears of frustration
rolling helplessly down her cheeks. But he could not miss the helpless motion of her
hips as they ground mindlessly down against the mattress, seeking the fulfillment that
had been so near.
"Lori, I... I'm sorry..." Bruce started to say, and then clamped his lips tightly together,
remembering what he had mentioned to Missy several days ago. "Hell, no, I'm not
sorry. Why should I be? You're the one who should be sorry. I think you're acting like
this to force me into marrying you. I wouldn't put something like that past you."
For a moment, Lori couldn't believe her ears, and she turned over onto her back and
looked at him. "What was that?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"You heard me," he said as he looked down at her. "I think you're still holding those
stupid ideas of your parents. You think that you can trap me into marrying you because
I feel sorry for you. Well, you got another think coming, baby."
Returning from her memory to the real world, Lori could feel her insides fluttering at
the unsatisfied feeling from that morning, feelings that had never left her. Bruce had
showered and left for his job in record time, not even bothering to give her a good-bye
kiss as he left. In fact, after he had accused her of trying to trap him into marriage, he
had said nothing more to her, acting as if she weren't even there.
She could feel large tears rolling down her cheeks as she remembered how his words
had burned into her mind. Could it be possible? Was she making him cum too soon
deliberately? All in an effort to trap him into marriage?
With a firm resolve, Lori decided that it wasn't true. She had learned many things in
the time she had been living with Bruce, things she would never have learned if she had
followed the type of life her parents had wanted her to lead. Thank God they were
dead, she thought. They would never approve of what she was doing now. One of the
things she had learned was that sexual partners had to satisfy each other. Making love
was a give and take situation, and Bruce lately was doing all the taking. It wasn't fair.
She had trusted him completely, changed her whole life around for him, done
everything he had asked her to, and she had never once thought of trapping him into
marrying her. It would be nice if he did marry her, she thought, but she loved him
enough to let him make up his own mind.
Then a feeling of deep guilt passed through her mind and body. Yes, it seemed as
though he had really made up his mind. He didn't love her any more. He had lost the
patience with her on 'which their earlier love had been based. Now she understood. Her
parents must have been right after all. Give your body to a man who is not your
husband and he'll use it for a while and then leave you like a rat jumping off a sinking
ship. Again she could feel large tears of frustration and confusion rolling down her
cheeks. What had she become? She had allowed herself to live in sin with a man and
had actually enjoyed it. But she had learned that sex was something wonderful and
beautiful...
She honestly didn't know what to think. She would have to have a long talk with Bruce,
that was for sure. In the past they had always been able to talk about things like this,
and they had managed to solve their problems.
She was finding thinking hard at the moment, however. Allowing her mind to drift
back to the morning had rekindled a deep and strong sensual feeling in her body and,
along with her confusion and frustration, she was finding that they were becoming even
stronger. Two years ago she would never have thought about releasing her own sexual
feelings herself, but living with Bruce these past few months had taught her how to do
that as well. She could remember how shameful she had felt the first time she had
fingered herself, but she was learning that a woman must be satisfied as well as a man,
and if Bruce wouldn't satisfy her, she would have to do it herself. One thing was for
sure. She would never be able to come to any conclusions with her mind and her body
at odds the way they were right now.
Stalking over to the chair, Lori decided that this would be as good a time as any, and
sat down heavily. Her anger had diminished somewhat, and she was more and more
aware of the frantic signals her unfulfilled little belly was sending out, signals she had
been trying to ignore all morning. Now that she had decided to release them, she felt
that at any moment painful cramps might double her over as her love-starved insides
shuddered and twitched. Resigning herself to her actions, she quickly stripped and was
soon totally naked in the living room of her house. She again sat down in the chair and
slid down so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body curved
forward. She hesitated for a moment as she looked at her pussy, and then decided to go
ahead. After all, she was alone and no one would know. Besides, she had done this
before, and she knew that there was really no reason not to do it. Finally her hand
dipped with decision, her forefinger sliding between her mentally aroused cuntal lips,
and she was a little surprised to find that they were already well lubricated. She could
sense that this time would be unlike all the others, perhaps because she had waited so
long to release her pent-up frustrations. With fascination the young blonde stared down
at the way her slender finger pushed aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh, delving deep
into the moist little slit. She found she could make the sensations constantly change and
grow by rubbing first here, then there, by fondling the thick full cuntal lips, and best of
all, by slowly revolving her finger around and around the outer periphery of her now
erect little clitoris.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of the hot
little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button that shot high voltage
through her helpless body, she found herself thinking. For several minutes the dreamy
eyed young blonde fondled and played with the aching flesh up between her thighs, her
long shapely legs stretched out in front of the chair, slightly opened.
But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so, hesitantly at first,
she passed her wandering middle fingertip over the softly petaled opening to her vagina,
looking down as she did so that she could actually see it push aside the tight muscular
opening and slip a little way up inside her cunt. From the first, she knew that one finger
would not be enough – experience over the past few weeks had at least taught her that
much if nothing more – so she put two fingers together and somewhat crudely shoved
them far up between her widespread legs. They went in easily, since she was so aroused
and wet from her memories, and the now panting girl started sawing them in and out,
finding that she got some additional excitement from the lewd wet sucking sounds they
made as they slid up as far as they could go into her desire-swollen vagina. Still, it was
not far enough. Compared to Bruce's huge cock and the way it had stabbed up nearly
to her womb, Lori's fingers were just not enough, something that only aroused her
more without giving her the total satisfaction she wanted.
Lori's head was lying back against the top of the chair, her eyes half-closed while she
savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when she suddenly saw from under her lashes
a stealthy movement by the door.
"Colonel!" she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. "I thought I'd let
you out. Go upstairs and lie down for a while!" While she had been working around
the house, getting the place cleaned up, she had allowed Colonel the run of the
neighborhood. He seemed to know it pretty well. But now in her frustration, she must
have forgotten to let him out. The big dog had his handsome head stuck around the
edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the living room. "Go on, get out of
here. I'll let you out in a little while," Lori ordered again. Quickly the head was pulled
back around the corner and she could hear his nails clicking as he meandered to God
knew where. There was something about satisfying her needs in front of a dog that Lori
found strangely repulsive.
With a grateful sigh, Lori once again sent her fingers sliding in and out of her
hungering pussy, but seeing Colonel's head had spoiled the effect. Try as she might, the
lovely naked blonde could not get the same burning desire she had been working to.
Just a few seconds ago she was on her way to orgasm, but now her fingers didn't seem
to be doing the job. She decided that she needed a third finger and inserted it, but even
though it made a thicker mass going up into her more and more disinterested cunt, at
the same time she was not able to get them deep enough.
"Damn, damn, damn," she moaned aloud. Was she going to fail even herself? God, she
hoped not. Her belly was screaming for release even if her fingers were not able to
provide it. She was more determined than ever, now that she had made up her mind to
satisfy herself. The pretty young blonde got up from her chair and walked nakedly into
the kitchen, her heavy taut breasts swaying sensually from her purposeful stride. She
looked around the room, and finally went to the refrigerator. Opening the vegetable
drawer, she smiled as she saw a huge cucumber.
She had been saving it for a salad later in the week, but right now she wanted it for
something more important than garnish. She stared at the waxed skin of the huge green
vegetable for a moment, and then made up her mind. She had to be satisfied, and she
was holding in her hands that very thing which could do it.
All this time Colonel was watching her through the door, although he was keeping far
back in the living room as he had been commanded. The sight of her naked loveliness
plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the air around her,
rising in almost visible waves from her thoroughly soaked vagina, were beginning to
have a predictable effect on the well-trained animal. As long as he had the run of the
neighborhood and could see Missy as often as he wanted, he was happy, but today he
had been kept in the house. He needed release and he could see that this new woman
could give it to him. But something warned him to be cautious. He could sense that
this woman was different from his mistress. Still, his eyes followed the lovely naked
blonde as she walked back into the living room, holding the long, thick cucumber in
front of her like some sacred relic. The dog stole to the living room doorway and
peeked around just in time to see Lori sit down once again in the chair in the same
position as before.
For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her legs lewdly parted
to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her fingers grasped the cucumber tightly
as she slowly began to realize that this was totally against everything her parents had
ever taught her, but at the same time she knew it would be much better than all of her
fingers. And the vegetable was so damn big. It would have to hurt. Even Bruce's cock
had never been as big as the cucumber. But what's the use, she moaned to herself. She
had to be satisfied, and there was no other choice. She positioned the dark green
instrument right up against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina. Without giving
herself any more time to think, she moved, forcing the smooth blunt tip a short way up
inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she slowly began to rotate the
hard blunt dildo around and around, working it up into her steaming pussy like a
screw, bending forward in fascination to watch it disappear inch by inch into the tight
wet little opening.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh," she moaned out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the strange
impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins. Finally, somehow, most of
the deep green cucumber was sunk up inside, just enough of the green shaft sticking
out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the lewd protuberance, the
young blonde woman began experimentally moving the cucumber in and out between
her blonde-rimmed pussy lips. Just a little at a time, her deep blue eyes big and dreamy
as she ground lust into her body with this fucking tool.
Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she moved the
cucumber in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of pleasure that
she had never before even imagined might exist. Oh, God, she thought, if this were
only something she could tell Bruce, then he might do the same things with his hot,
throbbing, live cock. But no. Even though she loved Bruce, she could never tell him
about the things she did to herself.
Lori felt as though she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the cucumber in
a rotary motion, she was able to press its thick, blunt tip up against the sensitive
opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to
make her belly quiver. When she had aroused herself to a state bordering on blind
madness with this technique, the gasping blonde decided it was time to go for the
whole ball of wax – orgasm. Pulling the cucumber out almost its full length, the hard,
darkly-colored surface slippery with her warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed
it far up inside, as far as it would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.
For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had indeed broken
something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal muscles
tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling as her ass-cheeks
clenched. For almost a full thirty seconds, the beautiful young blonde hung motionless
on the edge of the chair, her fingers shoved right up to the mouth of her vagina, the
thick green cucumber nearly vanished inside. Then, "Oooooohhhhh," she moaned
deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost beyond endurance by that hard
invading presence buried so far up inside her tender belly.
Immediately her fingers jerked the cucumber out half its length and then rammed it
back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the green spear out, holding it
there for a moment as her body prepared for the onslaught, screaming in wanton
desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it up inside her wetly quivering
cunt. Slowly the tempo increased until the blissful substitute penis was a flashing streak
of green reflections drumming in and out of the sobbing young woman's sucking cuntal
depths. Lori's head was twisting wildly back and forth against the back of the chair in
passion, her eyes shut, long blonde hair whipping across her flushed and sweaty
features. Farther and farther her legs fell open until they were a wide "vee" splaying out
in front of the chair. With wonderful certainty the panting young woman knew her
orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome potential building, building far up
inside her throbbing belly. Drawing in a choked breath, Lori shifted her grip on the
wonderful substitute cock that was to bring her to completion, ready to push herself
over the edge with one last series of hard passionate thrusts, eyes still tightly closed.
Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt the unmistakable touch
of something cold and wet against her knee, accompanied by a warm breath.
Lori's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been caught in her most
secret of actions, the cucumber still buried blissfully deep up in her pussy, its sleek
green length protruding back out by itself as the frightened young woman's hands flew
out to grip the arms of the chair.
"Colonel!" she cried out in a combination of fright and relief. When her eyes had been
closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her splayed thighs, driven past the
point of caution as he saw this lovely naked woman so obviously thrusting into herself,
the maddening exhilarating smell of her passion filling the room with a heady aroma
the lusty dog had come to know so well with Missy.
"Colonel!" Lori said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment trying to
struggle more erect in the chair, but the cucumber buried deep in her cunt plus the
dog's presence between her awkwardly spread thighs made it difficult to maneuver.
Making one hand on the arm of the chair leave to clutch desperately at the impaling
vegetable between her legs only made the struggling worse, and the young woman lost
her balance, falling back heavily in the chair.
"Damn you, Colonel," she said a third time. "What are you doing here? Get out of the
way and let me up." But Colonel only whined eagerly between Lori's spread white legs,
too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself away now. While Lori lay back in
the chair struggling for balance, the aroused German shepherd could not resist moving
his head forward until it was only inches away from the lust-arousing loins before him,
so that he could sense the heat emanating from the widespread pink slit. Automatically
his long tongue shot out to drink those juices, stabbing into the soft pink flesh just
above the visible stump of the cucumber, then working down underneath toward the
little pucker of her anus.
Lori threw her body hard against the back of the chair and felt as if she had been
touched with a live wire. Wave after wave seared through her body at the initial contact
of Colonel's hot wet tongue against her aching pussy lips, and her desire to get up was
driven from her mind by that thick, soft, living piece of flesh sliding over her nakedly
displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, stunned at the intensity of her body's
reaction to the dog's lewd tongue, the young woman could only stare as the big animal
did his best to lick over and around the cucumber still imbedded in the depths he so
desired to invade. Gently Colonel opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard
shaft between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening green spear slid slowly
and excruciatingly out of Lori's trembling loins.
"Uuuuuuuummmffff," Lori moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the slow
withdrawal. Her intention of once again ordering the German shepherd away
disappeared like a puff of smoke as her tortured mind temporarily stopped functioning.
"No, no, Colonel," she whispered meekly as the cucumber fell to the floor. Like a wild
bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that huge furry head poised
once more over her suddenly empty cunt, wanting to stop this almost fascinating cunt
licking but helpless to move or cry out.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as' once again the long thick
tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to
send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through her aroused and vulnerable
body. Before she could recover her control the darting tongue flickered over her
shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.
"No, no... no... this can't be... can't be..." she moaned so softly that she almost could
not hear her own voice, unable to do more than writhe helplessly in the chair, her
fingers digging into the overstuffed arms. Could this be happening to her? Was this dog
actually licking and slavering her nakedly offered loins? She had never even heard of
anything like this, but she knew it went against everything her parents had ever told
her. It had to be wrong. And yet, it was so wonderful... so beautiful. Again and again
her conscience told her she should not allow this to happen, but it was such an
overpowering feeling that she could not make herself believe it was wrong. She had
done so many things so far that she had considered wrong before, allowed Bruce to
fuck her, lived with a man who was not her husband, she had even gone out of her way
to fuck herself with the hard thick cucumber in and out of her aroused cunt. Should
this be any different? If anything, it was better... better than anything that had
happened to her before, and she wanted it.
By the time all these thoughts had sorted themselves out in her mind, it made no
difference. That curling, dipping, thrusting tongue had complete control over her
wantonly cringing body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke.
Yes... yes, why fight it? Only a short while ago she had made the decision that she
would do something about her sexual frustration, and this was the answer she was
looking for. Colonel would become her substitute cock!
"Oh, Colonel... honey..." she heard herself saying. "Do it to me. Lick... lick... oh please,
lover... make me cum." There was nothing left of her resistance, and her hips started a
slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt
lewdly forward, her heels digging into the carpet beneath to give her more leverage.
Out and in, in and out, wetly flashing that long thick tongue started down at Lori's tiny
little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her
fever-pink cuntal lips, slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly
across her achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, Colonel licked tirelessly,
happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so wantonly before him, savoring the
hot musky taste and odors, trying to slip his hungry tongue as far as it would go. The
handsome animal was happy, happy that he would be able to know his lovely
temporary owner the same way he knew his beloved mistress next door.
Lori seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous choking mewls of
abandoned pleasure streamed from her half parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly
in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret
parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath
her animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into her
innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which had finally washed away all the years
of her moral training.
"Aaaaaahhhh, aaaaahhhh, aaaaaahhhh," she chanted mindlessly, each moaning
utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Colonel's incredible tongue. She knew she
was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now. A throbbing force had taken
possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep through her
entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating
passion. The gasping young woman's eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the
ceiling, a faint terror lurking there in the deep blue depths, the final remnants of her
parents telling her what was good and bad. But she pushed it aside and it was replaced
with the burning ecstasy of her lust. Growing relentlessly, this irresistible passion inside
the trembling young woman stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly
with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.
Then suddenly, seemingly without warning, the orgasm that the young woman had
been three times searching for exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides
with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from
between tightly clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as
her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She didn't
move beyond that, she just held herself there, the cords of her slender neck standing
out sharply through her creamy white skin while the intense and incredible explosion
went on and on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment for the
climaxing young blonde, without time or spacial reference, infinity and eternity melted
together in the silent explosion that swept away the accumulated sexual frustration of
months of inadequate sex.
When it was finally over, Lori's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her
strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in front of the
surprised Colonel. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try and continue
his eager licking at Lori's sweet-tasting cunt, but she slumped forward a little,
unconsciously hiding her precious pussy form the disappointed dog.
"P-please... got to... got to get my breath," she begged the aroused dog. It was over for
her now. She had received what she had wanted for so long – complete release. Lori
marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp and weightless, tingling and relaxed, a
wonderful, blissful combination of conflicting sensations blending together in total
satisfaction. It was as if she had been given a new body, one she had never known
before, a re-birth that cleansed the twisted tensions of her frustrated sex-life and left her
with a crystal pureness.
Resting part of her weight on Colonel's powerful neck, the still trembling young
woman rose unsteadily to her feet and wobbled over to the cupboard, opening a
temporary make-shift door and pulling out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She rarely
drank, but Bruce liked to have a little something around the house. She knew she was
going to need something strong to calm her mind down before she would be able to
return to work, though, and she poured herself a tall, neat drink and sipped on it
without hesitation. In less than a minute she had finished the first, and she poured
herself another, this time taking a little more time to finish it. She wanted to sort out
the conflicting thoughts that were running through her mind.
Holding her drink, she again sat down in the chair and reveled in the warming,
soothing effect the alcohol was having on her. She delighted in the relaxing sensations
flowing through her veins, and she threw her head back and allowed her body to return
to normalcy. Fortunately for her present peace of mind, the young woman's absorption
with her own thoughts had kept her from seeing the unhappy Colonel standing close
next to her, staring up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly
back up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach. The sight of that massive dogcock, 
bared nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, would probably
have been too' much for the satisfied young woman to take.
As it was, though, there was enough to think about. She allowed her mind to wander
naturally over the last few events, and she decided that she would go into the bedroom
and think about them there, away from everything that might distract her. As she sat
on the edge of the bed, still holding her drink, she tried to make herself feel guilty
about what she had just done. She had allowed, actually begged, a dog to lick and slaver
at her cunt, and she had enjoyed every sweeping movement he had made with that
organ. She knew she should think of it as wrong, but she couldn't. It had felt so
wonderful, so blissful, and nothing that wonderful could possibly be wrong. She had
learned many things from Bruce, and one of them was that good sensations were meant
to be enjoyed. If having Colonel lick her pussy wasn't a wonderful sensation, she
thought with a smile, then she didn't know what was. Every time she closed her eyes,
she could see in her mind's eye the sight of that huge, wet, warm tongue lashing out
against her aching pussy lips, filling her whole pubic region with a fire that she had not
known since her first orgasm with Bruce so long ago. No, nothing that gave so much
pleasure could even be considered wrong, no matter what her parents or other people
thought. Perhaps it was considered unnatural because it was so pleasurable. It seemed a
shame to Lori that many women would never experience the strong, overpowering
sensations she had just felt because they were afraid of something they considered
"unnatural". It was natural for humans to want happiness, and Colonel's thick tongue
had made Lori more than happy.
Besides, what harm could it possibly do? No one need ever know, and it could very well
save her relationship with Bruce. She would never be frustrated with Colonel around,
and she wouldn't be acting as though there was something missing anymore. One thing
was for sure, she would do anything to have an orgasm like that again.
Looking fondly at the dog, the satisfied young woman felt a profound affection for the
animal, she knew she could not exactly call it love... or perhaps she could. She really
didn't know. She did know, however, that she would be loath to give him back to
Bruce's sister, Missy. A smile came across the blonde's face as she thought about the
older, darker woman. Missy must know what kind of a dog Colonel was. Perhaps some
sort of an arrangement could be worked out between the two women.
"Oh, Colonel," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's handsome
head against her still naked breasts. Colonel naturally started to lick the proud soft
mounds, but Lori pushed him away. "No, no," she said with a loving smile on her face.
"I don't want to be greedy. Too much of a good thing and all that. Besides, I have work
to do. I have to keep my thoughts together," never considering in her innocence that
the dog might have needs of his own.
Then another thought hit her. She had been letting Colonel run wild' in the
neighborhood.
More than likely he had been going home and licking Missy's cunt. Well, that would
have to stop, at least for the time being. Colonel had been given to her for a while, and
Lori had no intention of sharing him unless she had to. And right now, she didn't have
to. No more running free in the neighborhood.
"All right, lover, you stay in the house from now on. If Missy wants you, she'll have to
come and get you. I have a lot of lost time to make up for. You and I are going to be
spending a great deal of time together right here."
Her determination set, the naked young woman got dressed and returned to her work,
feeling better and more alive than she had in months, and knowing that the future had
nothing but good times in store for her.


Chapter 5

Missy paced back and forth in her living room, occasionally looking out of her front
window at the passing traffic. For the last three days she had been miserable. At first,
when she had allowed Bruce to "borrow" Colonel, she had been a little apprehensive
about leaving him in the same house with Lori. The pretty young blonde was bound to
find out what kind of dog he was sooner or later. Then, when Lori had let him have the
run of the neighborhood, the lovely dark woman was suddenly glad. Colonel would run
no farther than next door, and he and the seductive Missy would fuck like minks for
much of the morning, and sometimes in the afternoon. Missy's sexual appetite never
seemed to be satisfied, as many men had found out, but as long as she had Colonel, she
never worried.
But lately the big dog had not been coming around. At first Missy thought that it was
because he had found another woman in another part of the neighborhood, but Missy
made it her practice to know the sexual preferences of the people on her street, and
none of them would be able to satisfy the arousing animal. That left only one possible
solution. Lori was keeping him indoors, hoarding him all to herself.
Missy could not believe the greed of her brother's girlfriend. After all, she had shared
Colonel with the innocent young blonde. There was no reason why the act shouldn't be
reciprocated. Besides, Colonel belonged to Missy, not Lori.
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated and miserable the elegant dark
haired woman became. She finally decided that she would put her foot down and
demand that Lori at least share the huge animal. Depending on how things turned out,
she might even ask for the animal back. Friendship was one thing, but imposing on a
person was another, and Lori was definitely imposing.
Her mind made up, Missy decided that she would take a little walk next door to see
what was happening. She made sure she had her key to her brother's house, the one he
had given her when he and Lori had first moved in in case anything should happen.
Maybe something really was wrong and she should look in on them.
Missy wasn't the only one who was miserable. Colonel lay curled up in one corner of
the living room with his head in his forepaws. For the past three days, Lori hadn't let
him out of the house. He loved to just run through the streets for several hours a day.
But he really missed Missy, and as long as Lori kept him in the house, he wondered if
he would ever see his mistress again. The worst part of all was that he was becoming
upset with staying with Lori. At least once a day she would have him lick her, only to
stop and send him away just as his own needs were making themselves felt. Missy
derived as much satisfaction from taking care of him as she did having him take care of
her. His dog mind wandered to happier times with Missy, and he found himself
wishing he were with her.
There was a slight noise at the head of the stairs, and the large beautiful animal raised
his head as Lori came to the top of the landing.
"Morning, handsome," she called out happily. "I'm taking a bath, and then we'll spend
a little time together. Would you like that?"
Colonel, of course, couldn't understand the words, but he did catch her tone of voice. It
was soothing and very arousing to his well trained ears. Besides, he could see that she
was wearing nothing but a half-opened robe, open enough down the front of her body
so that a good deal of her lush naked flesh showed through. Even though he was
dejected at not being satisfied with her, Colonel was instantly aroused, but by the time
he got to his feet and started up the stairs, Lori had entered the bathroom and closed
the door. With a sigh of frustration, he returned to his corner in the living room and
settled down for a dull wait.
He was almost asleep in the large silent house when he heard a rattling at the front
door. Immediately his ears perked up. Could it be a robber? He tensed his body and got
ready to spring as the door opened. In a flash his expression changed from tense
apprehension to one of total pleasure. Missy was walking in the front entrance. He
leaped over to her and stood up on his hind legs, licking Missy's hands which she
obligingly held out to him.
"Hi, lover," she said in delight. "Where's Lori? Gone for the day?"
The dark-haired woman held her breath and listened for any sounds that would tell her
if Lori were home. Try as she might, she could hear nothing. She had decided that she
wanted to talk to Lori, so she walked over to a chair and sat down to wait. Colonel
followed close behind her. As soon as she sat down, Colonel pressed his head tightly
between her slightly spread legs.
"Saaaaaay, we're pretty eager for a little pussy, aren't we?" she said as she stroked the
huge head behind the ears, forcing his fur to rub up and down along her soft inner
thighs. "Lori been treating you okay?" she asked, her voice becoming a little softer and
less controlled. It was obvious by Colonel's actions that there was nothing wrong. Lori
was just too selfish to share her gift. Well, with the cute little blonde gone for the
moment, Missy couldn't see anything wrong with enjoying Colonel a little. After all, it
had been a whole three days. Then too, his thigh rubbing was stimulating Missy's long
empty cunt, and she knew from past experience that she would not be able to resist
being fucked by the eager dog very much longer. Why prolong the inevitable? she
asked herself. It could very well be that Lori would be gone for a very long time.
Besides, it was her dog. Why shouldn't she enjoy his special talents? Colonel didn't
seem to care where they had their fun.
"Okay, okay," she said laughing as she felt his long tongue trying to reach her familiar
pussy lips. "I agree with you. Why should we waste valuable time?" Already Missy
could feel little tremors in her belly at the excited thought of what she and the eager
German shepherd were going to do. Feverishly the excited woman began pulling at her
clothes, wanting to strip away all the barriers between her waiting flesh and her canine
companion's impressive array of equipment. It was just like old times, having the
excited dog watch her body slowly bare itself before him, his whole body alert and
upright, his pointed ears cocked forward. He knew he would not be disappointed this
time.
Finally, standing in all her naked glory like the goddess she was, her skin glistening
from her excited arousal, Missy stretched out her arms and spoke softly, seductively to
her loveranimal. "Come on, Colonel... let's make up for lost time."
The huge dog seemed as though he could not believe his good fortune, but then he
moved like a lover possessed. Quickly the big dog leaped over to her, his cold wet nose
running over her lovely naked form, searching out all over again. Satisfied that he was
not being teased as he had been for the past three days, he firmly planted his ass on the
floor as if to say, "Let's get on with it. I've been waiting a long time for this."
Knowing what was running through her dog's mind, Missy felt a hot flush of lust sear
through her at the totally invigorating thought that she was about to be fucked by her
lover once again. She wanted to make it. extra special to celebrate his long absence.
"We're going to do something a little different this time, lover," she said in a husky
voice to Colonel. "I think you're going to like what I have in mind." With that the
lovely young dark-haired beauty slowly spread her legs apart, still standing, and at the
same time thrust her hips forward so that her darkly curled loins hovered invitingly
right in front of the animal's waiting muzzle. Holding her breath, Missy watched his
massive head reach out lustfully towards her seething pussy. She flinched a little and
shivers waved along her spine and up and down her thighs as once again she knew the
tantalizing touch of the cool nose against her naked flesh, stirring her glistening cuntal
hair.
Then, just as she knew it would, the long hot animal tongue lashed out from Colonel's
mouth and splayed wetly over her quivering vaginal lips.
"Uuuuuummmmmmmm," moaned Missy through her tightly pursed lips as searing
sparks of desire seemed to bounce up from between her legs. Almost at once her
swollen little nipples started to harden in response to the maddening wet caress of her
vagina below. Moving her hands slowly up along her sides, the aroused woman cupped
her quivering breasts, massaging the stiffening tips into pebble hardness as her 
animallover began to lick in earnest at her cunt below.
"Jesus, how did I ever survive these last three days?" Missy asked herself. She knew that
she would never let anyone have Colonel again. Once she was finished with him now,
she would take him back home, and to hell with Lori. Breathing harder now, the
panting woman worked her legs open a little wider, doing all she could to open her
quivering cunt as much as she could to the lapping dog's huge wet tongue, wanting it
to dig deeper and harder up into her naked pussy flesh. Colonel could sense what she
wanted and did his best to comply, turning his head to one side so that he would be
able to lick right up into her dark hair-fringed vagina above, her pink wet cuntal lips
parting willingly before his determined attack.
Looking down in hard breathing fascination, Missy gazed at the wet, hot organ push its
way through the tender sensitive folds of her cunt, searing far up inside before finally
slithering back out and up, with a nerve-tingling lick, over her aroused and hardening
little clitoris, then it reached out to start its exciting progress all over again from far
back between her shuddering thighs, extending almost all the way back to her anus as it
began again its maddening trip.
Looking more and more like a pagan goddess, the beautiful young brunette stood in full
naked abandon before the huge beast crouching up between her widespread legs.
Gradually her body began to rotate above the waist in a slow sensual movement, her
hands still gliding in voluptuous circles over her passion-swollen breasts while her head
twisted slowly from side to side so that the thick dark mane shifted sensuously from
one tanned shoulder to the other.
"Uuuummmm... Colonel... lover... too much... too good... more... more... I want you...
all of you," Missy moaned mindlessly. This was the best she had ever had, made all the
more exciting by the fact that she had gone so long without it. It was the most
wonderful tonguing imaginable. If only I had the money, I'd set him up and have him
do this to a million women. They'd pay thousands for this, she thought to herself. Jesus,
the feelings were so strong, so overwhelming! Already her legs were trembling so badly
she wondered how long she could remain standing. She hoped it would be for a long
time. She wanted to continue this sweet torture forever. It was too bad she would
eventually cum. That would end this heavenly bliss.
Each shattering swipe of Colonel's skillful tongue was opening up her vagina more and
more, so far, in fact that the slavering animal was able to thrust his curling tongue-tip
directly up into the hot wet little passage. This arousing new assault brought Missy up
on the top of her toes as she felt the dog burrow into her sensitive inner channels.
Moaning mindlessly, the agonized woman reached down to take the dog by the head,
gripping his ears in an effort to pull his lust-inciting tongue even deeper into her
shuddering cunt. Gasping as she leaned forward, the maddened woman saw that
Colonel's massive cock was already beginning to emerge from inside his furry loins,
swollen into fully aroused hardness, teased into life by the wild stimulation of licking a
naked passionate young pussy. A great happiness swept over the love-starved dog and
for the moment his frustration of the past few days was forgotten.
Missy stood above him, frozen into immobility for a moment despite the frenzied
working of the dog's wet tongue between her thighs, staring at the huge scarlet spear of
dog-cock. She knew that in a few minutes she , would once again have that massive
penis sunk to the hilt up in her hungry vagina, just as soon as she came under the wild
lickings of his searing tongue. That was the way it had been before, and that was the
way it could be now. But she had been without the dog for so long that she decided
that she would go all the way with her sexual celebration. She had thought about this
off and on, and now she wanted to go through with it. This would be very different, she
mused, just as she had promised her lover.
Below her, Colonel stopped his licking, his mind in tune with his mistress, and looked
up questioningly. Never taking her eyes from that glistening penis beneath his furry
belly, now over half exposed, Missy pushed his big head away from her warmly
secreting vagina and began to lower herself to her knees next to the German shepherd.
Colonel looked confused and whined unhappily, not wanting to be deprived of the
exotic taste of the sensuous perfumes that poured in such bountiful quantity from that
tender warm slit up between those silky human thighs, but Missy began to speak softly
to him, reassuring him with the sound of her words.
"I told you we were going to try something a little different," she said. "Now be a good
lover and lie down."
Even though this was something Lori would say, there was something in Missy's voice
that told the aroused dog that he would not be disappointed. Still, he could understand
only the sounds of the words and not their meaning. He remained confused but
decided that he would trust his lovely naked mistress. He wondered if he were being
reprimanded for fucking Lori, and he wondered if he might be receiving punishment
for being away from Missy for so long. What ever punishment he might receive though,
he knew it would be fair. He was finally lying full length on the rug, his head half
hidden between his paws, waiting to accept whatever Missy might deal out to him.
Missy couldn't keep from smiling at his child-like expression as he looked up at her
with big brown eyes of hope and pleading. Dropping gracefully to the carpet herself,
Missy squirmed around until her hips and loins were positioned right next to the dog's
head, her own face right by his hindquarters. The next part was going to be the hardest,
she thought. If she could only make him understand what it was she wanted.
"Roll over, Colonel," the naked beauty said through her panting breath. At the same
time she gave him a little push and sure enough, he went right over onto his back, his
hairy penis-sheath wantonly exposed. Drawing one leg up, bent at the knee so that her
thighs once again opened to bare her still-throbbing pussy slit between, the love
starved young woman wiggled her lush lips in close against his muzzle as he lay facing
her, almost pressing her cunt into the dog's now eager-looking face.
"All right, lover," Missy cooed. "Take it from the beginning." Her voice choked with
excitement. "Lick me. Lick my cunt."
That was all Colonel wanted to hear. Once again that massive head buried itself deep
up between his lovely mistress's lewdly parted thighs so that his tongue might lap at the
warm secretions flowing so freely from her pouting cunt. As the first lick seared into
her loins, Missy found herself paralyzed from the sheer ecstasy of it, unable for several
minutes to move or even think coherently as the well-remembered flood of sensual bliss
drew tight every nerve. Then she remembered what she wanted to do and looked down
hungrily at the shrinking sheath that hid Colonel's half-erection. Yes, the gasping
woman thought as her hips jerked uncontrollably under the dog's eager lingual caresses,
she wanted to bring that giant scarlet cock all the way out. She would not be satisfied
with the half-way measure in which it now existed. She wanted to make the animal cum
with her own hands, to draw the hot sperm from his hairy balls to jet lewdly out from
the tapered tip.
The very thought of wanting the dog as satisfied as she was sent a ripple of lascivious
delight waving through Missy's hotly aroused nakedness, and added to the thrill she
was receiving as his scorching, tongue dug wetly between her vaginal lips like a hot
knife through melted butter. Gasping, Missy slid one of her hands up over the dog's
hairy belly, gliding it sensuously deep down into the softness of his loins, letting it
wander over the thin-velvety skin before finally her searching fingers moved to the lewd
bulge of the animal's hairy penis sheath, squeezing firmly at the full potential hardness
inside.
Colonel whined loudly under his mistress's hot stimulating touch, feeling his penis
jerking uncontrollably deep up within his own belly. Sensing the dog's reaction, the
increasingly excited girl lay on her side, so that both arms were free of her weight, and
moved a second hand up to join the first, using them together to squeeze and knead at
the hairy cock. With a feeling of lust-filled triumph the aroused dark beauty could feel
the hidden penis inside begin to stir and grow, and she waited breathlessly, hoping for
the appearance of that excitingly pointed tip. Impatient, Missy reached back with one
hand towards her canine lover's flaccid balls and scratched lightly with her fingernails
over the sensitive surface, bringing another pleased yelp from the surprised dog.
This was a totally new and unexpected turn of events for the aroused animal. Thus far
he had done nothing to human females except lick their cunts and ram hiss massive
cock up into the tender little mating hole that rested so high up between their lovely
thighs. But now he liked what his mistress was doing to him. He could have both
sensations at the same time; could lick and savor the warm, rich juices gushing from
her tender pink vagina while at the same time bathing in pleasure himself. Eagerly the
happy animal continued to lick at the pungent cunt-flesh throbbing so hotly under his
lashing tongue, spurred on by this new stirring in his powerful loins. This renewed
attack on her cunt registered on every one of Missy's screaming nerves but never once
did she slacken her delightful methodical massaging of Colonel's loins.
As her fingers continued the gentle caressing, she could feel a strong surging inside the
soft-furred covering and she knew it would be only a few seconds before she saw the
first scarlet evidence of her animal-lover's arousal.
Yes, oh God yes, the mindlessly aroused young woman thought to herself, her breath
catching in her throat, here it comes. Here it comes! And the dog's cock she had so
busily been bringing to life shot out with a smooth wet rush, glistening brightly in the
late morning light. Despite all her experience, the staring young naked woman couldn't
help watching in wide-eyed fascination as the throbbing penis grew and grew under her
constantly working fingers until it had reached the mammoth size she knew so well.
Moving her fingers slowly down from the hairy sheath, she placed them around the
naked cock itself, finding it wet and slippery to the touch, the scarlet dog-cock
lubricated with its own juices. With a look of total sexual fascination the panting
brunette seized the throbbing penis directly and began sliding her hands slowly up and
down its searing length. Another yelp of pleasure broke from the dog's throat at this
new sensation, but the trembling animal never once stopped licking at the ever
flowering opening before his bobbing mouth. He was having his cake and eating it too.
For Missy it was also a special occasion. True, she had missed Colonel all this time, but
she wanted to make up to him for what she had put him through by giving him to Lori.
She could sense as soon as she entered the house that Colonel was not being sexually
satisfied with Lori, that his dog-cock was probably aching from his arousal with the
lovely blonde, only to be ignored. She would show her animal-lover how sorry she was
that she had placed him in such a situation. Her eyes fastened on the thick beveled
penis trapped so tightly between her working fingers as she rhythmically pulled and
jerked, sliding the moist scarlet skin back and forth over the hot rigid core between,
wanting to be able to see that hot animal sperm gushing forth.
What would it be like? she wondered. She knew what it felt like as it flooded her hotly
aroused cuntal passage, but to actually see the shooting milky-white sperm pour over
her hands... that would be a sight to behold. The mental image burned in the young
woman's lust-crazed mind as she pumped madly on that huge fleshy animal penis. And
when it would happen, she wanted to cum too – wanted to join her lover in one long
wet orgasmic upheaval, both of them writhing together in total ecstasy.

* * *

In the upstairs bathroom, Lori was blotting her silky smooth skin tenderly and lovingly.
The very touch of the warm, wet sponge against her skin reminded her of Colonel's
thick, hot tongue running all over her body. For a moment she stopped her washing
and allowed her mind to wander to the vivid memories of Colonel's cunt-licking. Now
that she had Finally decided to do something about her sex life with Bruce, everything
seemed to be different. She and Bruce had hardly quarreled since she had found out
about Colonel's special properties, and as a result, Bruce seemed to be less and less on
edge. Again blotting her breasts, she shivered as the sponge dripped warm soapy water
over her sensitive nipples, making the bright-red buds come alive with a half-erection.
The mere thought of Colonel sent shivers through her naked wet body, and she decided
that she would hurry up with her bath. She could not wait to have the handsome dog
lick at her cunt.
Slowly, sensuously rising from the bath like a Greek goddess, a vision of loveliness, the
water dripping from her perfectly curved body, her long blonde hair held on top of her
head by a simple metal clip, she hummed a little song to herself. In the quietness of the
nearly soundproof bathroom, her voice seemed to fill not only the room but her mind
as well. She stretched out her long, sleek arm and reached for a towel, proud that she
had taken the bath for her animal-lover. She wanted to present herself to Colonel as a
perfect package of sensual delight.
Sliding the towel slowly down over her smooth flat belly, Lori savored for a moment
the final delight of her bath, hesitating for a moment before finally dropping the towel
to her loins and teasing lightly at her golden triangle of pubic hair, rubbing the water
away, yet at the same time doing far more. Already she could sense the sensual
moisture building up inside her vagina, not only from the towel against her nerve-filled
cuntal area but also from the knowledge that in just a few minutes Colonel's lust
quelling tongue would once again be slipping deep up into her quivering wetness.
The very thought of the delightful scene she was anticipating with her animal lover
began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young woman's mind, so
she hurried her final moments in the bathroom, suddenly anxious to begin a day of
sensual fulfillment. Putting on her dressing gown over her milk-white nakedness and
carelessly tying the belt in front, Lori walked out the door into the hall.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. She thought she heard a sound coming from
the living room. She held her breath and strained her ears to listen. It sounded like soft
moaning! There was someone in her house! She tried to remember if she had locked
the front door. Surely if someone had entered the house, Colonel would at least bark.
The huge beast was enough to frighten away even the most determined robber. There
was only one possible explanation. Something had happened to Colonel.
Lori could feel her heart stop at the very thought. Not only because her life might be in
danger, but also because she might have lost the greatest lover she had ever known.
Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly down the stairs, her ears straining to catch any
sound that might be made. As she came closer to her living room, the moaning became
louder, and Lori's heart was beating so loudly that she thought whoever was in the
house would surely hear her.
And then she heard a sound that could only have come from Colonel's throat. He was
still in the house! That thought alone made Lori feel very happy and reassured. But
there was something about that sound. It was not one of pain or torment. The animal
actually sounded happy! And that other sound. There! She heard it again. It was a
woman's voice, and it sounded just as happy as the dog's.
Lori felt her fear leave her, replaced by a strange wonder. She had to find out what was
going on. She had to! She inched down the stairs and turned her head toward the
source of the sounds in the living room. Then her wonder turned to anger, and the
young woman froze in shock, her eyes opening wide as she stared in utter disbelief at
the lustful scene before her.
In the soft late morning light of the room, Lori at first saw only a tangle of gleaming
human flesh and soft, light brown fur, but a second later she realized it was Missy's
naked body lying half on its side, one leg lewdly bent so that her wantonly opened
pussy was positioned right over Colonel's dark muzzle, while at the same time the big
animal was lying on his back, his thick scarlet penis trapped tightly between Missy's
wildly pumping fingers, his tongue lapping greedily up into Missy's clasping pink cunt!
Lori had no idea how long she stood there, frozen into immobility by shock and horror.
She wanted to move, wanted to stop the horrible thing happening right before her eyes
but somehow she just couldn't. It took the confused young woman a long while to
dredge up from the lower depths the reason for her paralysis, but finally it burst over
her in a wave of shocked understanding.
It was Colonel's penis! Although the willing animal had licked her to orgasm many
times, the young blonde woman had never before seen his massive cock in its fully
aroused state. Usually her eyes had been closed as she writhed in mindless ecstasy
under the dog's lashing tongue and it never occurred to her that her pet might be as
aroused by their intense sex-play as she was. But there it was right in front of her now,
huge, glistening, scarlet, ending in a throbbing, tapered point; and worst of all – in the
hands of another woman!
This last realization finally wrenched Lori out of her trance and she called out sharply,
"Colonel!" To her surprise,, the huge dog did not move. In fact, he acted as if he didn't
hear her, but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening slit so near his muzzle,
not about to give up the tremendous sensations Missy was stroking into his lust-fired
penis with her nimble fingers. It was Missy, however, who reacted, surprised by the
sudden sound of another voice in the house that she had thought empty. Twisting her
head around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the lovely dark
woman gasped out once, "Lori!" She spoke it as though it was a real struggle for her to
get the word out. She was panting, her beautiful fine-boned face transformed by the
passionate licking she was getting from below, her large dark eyes shining like
shadowed stars. Then her head turned back as she obviously let herself slip once again
down into the sensual ecstasy she had been enjoying before Lori's entrance.
"Missy, you get out of my house and leave Colonel alone!" Lori shouted as she bounded
down the stairs.
"Can't," Missy moaned, obviously forcing the words from her throat. "Too late... we're
going to cum... few more seconds... "
"Not with my dog, you're not," Lori shouted.
"He happens to be mine, or did you forget," said Missy, each syllable sounding like a
major effort. "Besides, if you care about him so much, why don't you want him to
cum?" She gasped as the wonderful tongue below stabbed hotly up into her streaming
pussy, and then turned her attention back to the huge fleshy dog-penis that throbbed
between her fingers like some powerful engine.
Lori was stunned by the question Missy had asked. It took several seconds for her to
understand just what Missy meant, and then she furrowed her brow as if in deep
thought.
"Colonel... cum...?" For some reason it never occurred to her that the dog might need
satisfaction too.
"Of course, you silly blonde," Missy managed to moan. "What the hell do you think
I'm doing to his cock, pushups?" Then Missy made no more effort to talk but allowed
the wonderful flames of passion Colonel's tongue was spearing into her welcome cunt
take over her whole body while her hands coaxed the hot semen out of her animallover's 
hairy balls. To hell with the fact that she was being watched.
Missy had no way of knowing the effect her last words were having on the
dumbfounded young blonde. At first, Lori was shocked by Missy's rude sarcasm, but bit
by bit it dawned on her that the older, darker woman was speaking the truth. She had
been completely selfish with her furry lover. She had thought only of her own needs
and had never once considered his own. She felt ashamed and she turned her head
away from the sexually enticing performance taking place in her living room, her face
flushing at the thought that she could have been so self-centered. And then she thought
of Bruce, how she had demanded that he satisfy her and not even giving a damn that
she might be satisfying him. Lori's anger and jealousy for Missy quickly turned to a
deep and profound admiration. At that moment, Lori felt closer to Missy than she had
to anyone in a long time.
As the pretty young blonde watched the sexual spectacle taking place on the floor in her
living room, she found that there were other thoughts racing through her mind. Total
nudity was something virtually forbidden in her parents' home, and as a result, Lori
had seldom seen a naked woman before. In fact, except for a occasional shower in
college, the only naked female body Lori had ever seen was her own, a reflection in a
mirror or an occasional glance at her nakedness as she lay in bed. Now, as she watched
the panting, moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor before her, she could
sense the reality of smell and sound as well as the sight of the soft, inviting, naked
female flesh.
Lori found that her wide open eyes were fixed on the older woman's lushly formed
figure, and she was able to see part of one high-set rounded breast silhouetted against
the darker background of Colonel's glossy coat. The nipple on that breast was swollen
now, jutting out pinkly, brought to pebble-hardness by the passion that swept through
her body. Such a long, slender back, Lori found herself thinking, a gracefully curved
expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders before it swelled again into
voluptuously flared hips. Somehow it was those hips, the magnificent buttocks that
drew Lori on, the rounded half-moons, slightly pulled apart now by Missy's widespread
thighs, so that Colonel's tongue might find easy access to her quivering pussy. Every
now and then Lori could see the dog's long pink tongue splay back between Missy's
milky-white thighs to lick at the farthest recesses of her loins, making the soft rounded
buttocks jerk and shudder in sheer ecstasy.
Without quite realizing it, Lori found herself pulling back her robe and letting it drop
to the floor, baring her body, her lovely young body. There was nothing about her
actions that seemed strange to her, nothing that conflicted with the morals her parents
had tried to teach her. Everything seemed right and proper to her now. Slowly, the 
fullbreasted blonde started forward.
The first warning Missy had that the young blonde had changed position was when she
felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly moving down toward her spasmodically
clenching buttocks. Even so, the panting darker woman did not look back, not wanting
to take a chance on spoiling whatever magic was happening. She was sure that
something good was about to occur. The gentleness of the hands told her that. Too
much was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to any one part of it.
Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of delirious excitement by Colonel's
thrusting tongue such as she had never known before. At the same time, the great cock
in her hands let its own overpowering pleasure be known to her by the way it jerked
and trembled under her touch. Yes, yes, she could tell that it would soon be spurting its
hot load out into the room, gushing out total fulfillment before them all. And now...
now... those loving gentle hands behind her were now working insistently downward
between her quivering buttocks, low down, near her pleasure-washed cunt, searching,
searching. Almost unbelievingly Missy felt her innocent young neighbor's fingers begin
an experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little opening as if
they were trying to decide what to do.
"Aaaaahhh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden hard pressure
against her anus. Automatically her loins bucked forward away from the sudden hot
sensation that convulsed her already shuddering loins. Could this actually be
happening? she thought. Her doubt was immediately washed away in a sweeping wave
of searing bliss as that finger came back once more, this time to push knowingly up
inside her hot rectal depths, just a little way at first as the sphincter muscles
instinctively fought the hard penetration.
"Oh, God," Missy moaned out suddenly as her whole lower body seemed immersed in
a hot, all-enveloping sensation. Coupled with Colonel's wild lickings at her quaking
cunt, the finger that now began to worm relentlessly up around inside her sensitive
anus drove Missy to the very brink of orgasmic frenzy. The amazed woman felt an
obviously naked body move close up against her back, two bare breasts dragging
stiffened nipples over her ultra sensitized flesh. The finger plunged deeper, bringing
another moan from the blissfully tortured woman's chest. She almost lost herself then,
almost slipped down into a world of private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in
Missy's mind reminded her that she still had a job to do. Opening her glazed eyes, the
moaning woman once again focused all attention she could muster on her hands, on
the fingers still wrapped tightly around the massive throbbing dog-cock only inches
away.
Summoning up the last of her strength, Missy once again began pummeling the huge
red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the dog's hairy belly below. Every stroke
she made as she slaved over the throbbing penis only seemed to make the slavering
beast – whose massive head lay between her own wide-splayed thighs – lick all the
harder, digging his thick wet tongue deeper and deeper up into her pleasure-wracked
cunt, filling her with hot darting shafts of delight that seemed to shoot all the way to
the top of her head. Fighting against the seductive paralysis of this unbelievable
stimulation, enhanced now by the searching finger in her ass, Missy redoubled her
efforts, jerking and pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands with all
her strength, chanting out mindless mewling sounds as she worked like some Roman
slave of long ago. Staring in fascination at the brightly colored penis before her, the
half-crazed young woman knew it would be only a matter of seconds before it would
begin to spew out its charge of thick hot cum. It was trembling in her hands like a live
snake, and Colonel's loins were jerking uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in
helpless reflex as his orgasm approached.
One... two... three more powerful tugs at the massive dog-penis and that was it!
Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and the hairy balls below swelled to incredible
size and tightness. Missy could actually feel the searing semen rushing madly up the
length of the hotly throbbing cock as it sought release. At the same time, the dog's last
spasmodic tongue-thrusts into her own lust-heated cuntal depths seemed to touch off a
white hot sunburst far up inside her twitching belly, joined by a second nova as Lori
behind her thrust a second blissfully punishing finger far up into her crazily tingling
rectum. Before her the moaning woman's own orgasm snatched her away to another
world, yet she was able to see finally thick white semen jet out in a long gush from her
dog-lover's immensely swollen cock and spout up into the air to cascade back down
over her naked body, covering her belly and loins with hot sticky flecks of cum. And
then she was gone.
Lori stared in amazement as she felt the beautiful naked body before her suddenly go
rigid and then begin to buck and jerk in a series of powerful contractions. Hot slippery
fluids gushed back over her hand from Missy's cunt as it began to contract madly. The
younger girl could actually feel her writhing neighbor's internal muscles working
against the fingers that still disappeared wantonly up into her rectum.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Missy gurgled out once as her stomach muscles
sucked in sharply, her buttocks clenching powerfully together in a series of quick jerks.
To the watching Lori it seemed as if something would have to give, that somehow
Missy was going to split in two from the obvious power of the forces at work deep up
inside her spasming belly. For a second the younger girl felt a moment of jealousy,
wishing it could have been her who was experiencing this sexual upheaval, but just as
quickly she pushed the thought from her mind and drove her fingers as far up inside
Missy's soft rubbery anal depths as she could, the knowledge that she was adding to her
neighbor's passion causing strange little tremors of excitement to run through her own
loins.
On and on it went, the scarlet penis spurting under Missy's spasmodically clenching
fingers, the big dog whining and yelping, his head trapped between Missy's twitching
thighs, and Lori holding on for all her life behind. Finally Colonel lay quiet, his cock
slowly beginning to shrivel back up into his belly. Missy gave one last shudder and
collapsed gasping against Lori, unquestionably exhausted. The younger girl pulled her
finger out of Missy's asshole, marveling at the slight popping sound they made as they
withdrew. For long moments there was no other sound in the room other than Missy's
labored breathing, then Colonel struggled to turn over and got shakily to his feet. The
large dog looked down at the two naked females still sprawled on the floor and then
walked over to a corner in another part of the room to lay down contentedly. A
moment later Missy managed to turn her body so that she was facing Lori, who blushed
as she met the older woman's eyes.
"I... I really can't believe I did that," Lori stammered. "It was something I never thought
I would ever do."
Missy silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Don't worry about it," she told Lori.
"Sometimes those things just happen."
For another long moment there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as Missy
fought to catch her breath. Each woman was lost in thought, and they were laying so
that their heads lay at opposite ends, their bodies parallel, head to toe, but they were far
enough apart so they could see each other's faces. Missy moved her eyes slowly along
her younger companion's body, drinking in all the sensual beauty of her full breasted
form. She had known that Lori was beautiful, but seeing her naked like this proved it
even more to her. Damn, she thought to herself, how beautiful and tender she is.
Because of their positions, Missy could see clearly the golden triangle of Lori's pussy
hair. Missy couldn't see any more than that because the young blonde had her thighs
pressed tightly together, as if she were nervous about being naked in front of another
person but not knowing what to do about it. Missy smiled as she thought about how
Lori must feel with her brother, even after all this time.
"I'm sorry I came into your house," Missy said finally, "but I just couldn't stand to be
without Colonel. When you started keeping him in, I got very lonely."
"That's... that's all right. I understand. He's... quite a... lover." Lori felt more than a little
ashamed about confessing this in front of Missy, but she reasoned that the older
woman must have guessed everything by now. There was no point in trying to keep it a
secret any longer. Especially after what she had just done.
"I knew you and Colonel would make out just fine, once you got going. Frankly, I was
a little surprised that it took you so long to find out, although I was even more
surprised that you actually did it at all. I really didn't think you had it in you. Living
with a man who is not your husband is supposed to be for people a little less prudish
than you seem."
"I know what you mean," Lori answered, amazed at her sudden frankness. "But I really
wouldn't need Colonel if... if... things were a little better between Bruce and me."
As soon as she said it, Lori was amazed that she could say such a thing to someone who
was almost a total stranger. But there was something abut Missy that told Lori that she
could open up and talk about what was on her mind.
"Ahhhh," said Missy with a knowing smile. "Bruce mentioned that there were problems
between you. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I... I don't think so," Lori stammered. She was making a very real effort to be casual,
but it was not easy for her. Despite the fact that Missy was trying her best to be
friendly, Lori was not used to being asked in front of another woman like this.
But it was becoming hard for Lori to think of Missy as another woman. Having been an
only child, Lori found that she was beginning to think of Missy as an older sister,
someone with whom she could share her problems.
"If you would let me try and help," said Missy, "I might be able to do something. It
sounds to me as though you're selling yourself a little short. There's no reason to do
that. You're a very beautiful woman, you know." Lori felt her face flush as she heard
these words, and she closed her eyes, a little embarrassed. And then she felt the hands
of the older woman gently caressing her breasts, moving slowly from one perfect pink
tipped nipple to the other. It was a very soothing massage, and Lori could feel all her
tension melt away with the kneading. She kept her eyes closed and arched her back,
pressing her breasts tighter into the hands of the older woman as she sucked in her
breath at the feather-like sensations Missy was causing with the running of her fingers
over her voluptuously naked flesh. It seemed like the perfect thing for the older woman
to do. It was a soothing, relaxing massage, and Lori could feel an easy delight waving
through her body, calming her tormented mind.
"Doesn't Bruce make love to you when you want?" Missy asked, her voice barely above
a whisper. Lori was becoming lost in the sensation of her breast massage, and it took a
long while for her to answer.
"No, that's not it," she said finally. "He makes love to me every day. Sometimes two or
three times. It's just that... well... he doesn't do it long enough."
"You mean he cums too soon, can't hold it back until you have your orgasm?"
"That's exactly it," said the lovely naked blonde, surprised that she was able to speak so
frankly about her problems with Bruce. Her mind was becoming detached from her
body as she noticed that Missy's hand massaging her breast was becoming bolder. "I
know he wants to satisfy me, but he just can't."
There was another long silence, and Lori again arched her graceful back, pressing her
breast tighter into the opening and closing palm of the older dark-haired woman.
"And so you decided to let Colonel fuck you, to take Bruce's place."
Lori stiffened, pulling her breast away slightly from Missy's caressing fingers. "Fuck me?
You mean he can actually do that, too?"
"Of course, silly," Missy said in a quiet, understanding voice. "I've known a lot of men,
but Colonel is the best lay I've ever had. Why do you think I was so eager to see him
again? I really missed him after you started keeping him indoors."
"I... I had no idea," said Lori in a thoughtful tone, again relaxing her body and allowing
her breasts to once again be massaged by Missy's gentle fingers. Her head was spinning,
and the picture of Colonel's huge scarlet cock flashed into her mind. She could
remember vividly the sight of Missy's hands pumping up and down on that massive
dog-penis, stroking and loving the tapered glistening cock.
"Well, that will have to change," said Missy. "You really don't know what an orgasm is
until Colonel gives you one."
At first the thought of having the massive dog fuck her was totally inconceivable to the
young innocent blonde, but the more she thought about it, the more fascinating it
became. Besides, she was beginning to experience the first symptoms of advanced lust
as the older woman's naked body stirred slightly next to her, her palm causing her lush,
full breast to tingle as it wandered over the coral-hued nipples springing out against her
fingertips. She found that her eyes were fixed on the dark-colored triangle of pubic hair
so close to her face, wondering what tender moistness must lie up between the lightly
clenched thighs. Again, as earlier in the day, she found that she was thinking thoughts
that went against her strict moral training, but she found that she could not put them
out of her mind. Having Missy's hand on her breasts like this was so soothing, so
relaxing, so... so good. Nothing that felt this good could be considered wrong.
"You do want to feel Colonel's cock rammed right up between your legs, don't you?"
For a moment, Lori felt her body tighten again. Could she actually do such a thing?
The whole concept of actually being fucked by a dog had never occurred to her, but he
more she thought about it, the more delightful it began to look. She could remember
how large his penis had looked. Could a woman actually take such a thing between her
legs without splitting in half?
"I... I don't know... I've never thought about it," she said.
"It's better than you could possibly imagine," Missy crooned. The older woman was also
feeling the growing feelings of lust smoldering in her belly. God, how she wanted to
know the body of this lush ripe blonde lying beside her. She wanted to see this sweet,
still innocent young woman turned into a raving animal. "Tell you what. I'll lick your
pussy until you're ready for him."
"Lick my pussy?" Lori asked, her voice sounding as though she were in a half-dream.
Missy's breast massaging was relaxing her more than she thought, and she was finding
it hard to think.
"That's right, and you'll love it. I know you will. Bruce licks your pussy, doesn't he?"
He sure does, thought Lori to herself, and it was one of the most wonderful feelings she
could think of. Could the older woman actually match Bruce's skillful tongue? Without
waiting for an answer to her question, Missy slid her hand away from the naked blonde
woman's breast, letting it trace a hot trail down over Lori's already trembling flat belly
to come at last to an agitated rest in her crisp golden cuntal mound. "Open your thighs
a little," said Missy as she let her hand work lower to slide between the firm young
thighs that were still clenched, and with a little upwards pressure she helped Lori open
the path to her hidden vagina. Missy almost gasped aloud as she saw the tender pink
cuntal lips bared so close to her hungry gaze, framed in their gilded setting. Eagerly her
head moved forward, intent on the promised feast.
Lori was suddenly abhorrent of what was happening, and then just as suddenly
fascinated by it. Her head was swimming with sexual fantasy as she felt her lovely
naked neighbor's head working between her partially open thighs. Looking down, Lori
could no longer see the expression on Missy's face, only the smooth white curve of her
throat under her chin, for Missy's features were now lost between the soft silky flesh of
her own thighs. For one long moment Lori stared at the brunette's ripe Firm breasts,
pressing lightly against her own belly, which was quickly rising and falling in time to
her ragged breathing. My God, she thought, Missy is really going to lick my cunt. And
I want her to! I want to experience everything she has to offer.
Lori could no longer feel as if this was wrong. She had never in her whole life imagined
that someday she might be lying like this, about to let another woman thrust her
tongue up into her vagina, but now it seemed so right. Missy was so much wiser than
she, so understanding.
The older woman seemed to know just what to say, just what to do. Besides, she had
allowed Colonel to lick her cunt, something she would never have thought possible less
than a week ago. It felt so wonderful having Missy's lips teasing and kneading against
her pussy, and all the air was driven from her lungs as she felt the older woman's hot
breath pour searingly over her nakedly exposed vaginal lips. Gasping, the young blonde
found herself thinking that if Missy's breath felt so good, how would it actually feel
when she lashed out with her tongue... and then she was unable to move as that
thought raced through her mind. She wanted to feel Missy's hot wet tongue worming
through her vaginal passage, wanted to have her pussy licked by this older, lovely,
naked woman. The gasping blonde was very aware of Missy's face working deeper and
deeper between her now unresisting thighs, and now she could feel the lush dark
woman's saliva-moistened lips poised right up against her pulsating cunt.
Lori could feel a shock wave of delight searing through her as Missy's tongue pressed
lightly against her pussy opening, and she opened her eyes in amazement. She found
that she was staring at Missy's pussy poised mere inches from her lust-filled eyes.
Despite her inexperience it was not hard for the young blonde to tell that Missy was
highly aroused. Tiny beads of vaginal moisture glistened on the inside surface of the
half-parted cuntal lips, and for a second she was not sure if she could see a deeper
excited pulsing over the pink-petaled vaginal opening. How would it taste if she put her
own lips against that well-soaked entrance? she wondered. And then every thought was
washed from her mind like the flash from an old-style camera as Missy's tongue at last
darted out and stabbed deep into her own cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Lori gasped out as that first searing contact shot a blast of burning
flame far up inside her belly. Her whole body jerked, first away, from instinct, and then
forward so that her cunt thrust automatically against the slippery little mouth pressed
so tightly against it. Missy didn't waste a second. Instantly she started worming her
slaving tongue up into the moistly shuddering slit, running it furiously up and down
the whole heated length, pausing only for a second on each lust-inciting trip to probe
delicately at the trembling blonde's rapidly flowering vagina, knowing that she mustn't
hurry too much. It would be better to take her time, she knew. Lori might be willing to
learn, but there were still remnants of the moral training she had received.
And then, to her own amazement, Lori found that her own thighs were opening wider
of their own accord, instinctively welcoming the attacking tongue, baring before it her
now wide-splayed cuntal slit, wanting it to dig far, deep up inside the hotly clamoring
depths. Demandingly, the young blonde's loins jerked forward, trying to entice the little
pink messenger of bliss deeper, all thoughts of resistance quickly gone. But the more
experienced woman shoot withdrew for a moment before once again letting her tongue
shoot out, this time to graze Lori's sensitively throbbing clitoris.
"Aaaaahhhh, God, oooohhhh," Lori moaned, no longer able to remain silent. Her
breath gushed from her lungs as once again Missy began to run her tongue up and
down the full length of her pussy slit, playing teasingly over the opening of her
hungrily contracting vagina. Oh, how the young blonde wanted that desire-giving
tongue up inside her, like a thick writhing cock.
Suddenly Missy deserted the hot liquid depths, holding back one tantalizing second
before lashing out her tongue to stab hard against her young friend's quiveringly erect
clitoris, making the writhing blonde cry out in wild abandon, unable to control at all.
That darting jabbing tongue ran wildly in little circles around her almost painfully
palpitating sensation bud, then to her further amazement and delight Missy began to
suck at the little button, circling it with her lips in tight embrace, and at the same time
nipping lightly with her teeth.
Then once again the omnivorously ravishing tongue slid down the steaming valley of
her blonde-fringed cunt, darting around, shooting finally far up into her wantonly
aroused vagina, then licking broadly over the whole flat-splayed area of her writhing
pussy, teasing again at the blood-engorged clitoris. Tongue... tongue... that wonderful,
blissful tongue was everywhere at once, driving new and incredible sensations of delight
into the quaking cunt before it.
Squirming and moaning to the rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, Lori mewled
and cried out as rippling waves of wild erotic delight seared through her body, forcing
her into a twisting curve. Beginning to pant explosively, the moaning blonde opened
her legs as wide as possible while at the same time thrusting her steaming loins forward
to get maximum contact with the burning little lingual spear. Although Missy too was
gasping aloud, her own loins burning wantonly with the lust-charged knowledge of
what she was doing to the once innocent young blonde before her, she never once let
her mouth lose contact with the sweet seething mass of cuntal flesh, giving one last
mighty thrust up into Lori's vagina while at the same time vigorously shaking her
lovely dark head from side to side.
That last lascivious effort was the final trigger needed to set off Lori's impending
orgasm, releasing at last the intolerable pressure that had been building up deep inside
her softly convulsing belly.
"Ooooohhhh... aaaaaahhhh... Good, Missssyyy! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuu...
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The young blonde's last maddened cry choked off into a gurgling moan as sexual
ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, sucking in her sleek stomach muscles again
and again as wave after wave of hot relief buffeted her screaming insides into a mindless
frenzy. Jerking, trembling, writhing, the delirious young woman was lost in a timeless
world of endless pleasure while her convulsing cunt gushed forth a hot stream of
fragrant pussy secretions that nearly choked the still wildly tonguing Missy. But still
Missy never lost contact with the throbbing depths before her until the last quiver had
passed from her young lover's shuddering body.
Waiting a moment until the younger girl had gotten her breath back a little, Missy
finally pulled her head from between her satiny thighs. "Roll over on top of me," she
urged up at the sex-groggy Lori.
"Wwwwhhhaaaa...?" Lori moaned out, not fully hearing. Missy repeated her request
and then urged the young blonde with her hands until finally Lori was positioned over
her, knees on either side of the darker woman's face so that her own blonde-rimmed
pussy was right over the lips that had so recently sucked it to orgasm, while looking
down at Missy's own openly offered cunt. "Now do the same thing to me," Missy
purred.
"Lori was so overcome with sexual pleasure that she responded without hesitation. As
the blonde gazed at the pulsing reality of Missy's pussy, the lips pulled apart by the
widespread position of Missy's legs, she lowered her face against the dark-curled
mound, letting her tongue shoot out lizard-like to spear into the seductive depths
below.
Lori felt the woman under her stiffen with shock at the first hot wet contact and choked
a gasp in her throat. Lori needed no further encouragement, and she went to work with
a will, her mouth fastening hungrily to the quivering loins below. The young blonde
found herself savoring the sweet taste of Missy's cunt, such a strange medley of flavors,
at the same time syrupy and tart, like all her favorite candy bars rolled into one.
Struggling to learn, Lori lapped excitedly, picking up from Missy's frenzied reactions
what pleased her the most.
From across the room Colonel began to show signs of renewed interest as he saw the
two pinkly glowing female bodies so wantonly tangled together. At first he paid only
slight attention when his mistress had tongued Lori, but then when Lori crawled on top
so that her well-rounded buttocks were poised invitingly high in the air, the big dog's
ears picked up. He had never seen his mistress like this, but now he remembered all the
times he had been aroused by the blonde girl's loveliness while he speared his tongue
deep up into her sweet-smelling little slit. Those tantalizingly raised half-moons proved
too much for the lascivious German shepherd and he quickly got to his feet and padded
silently over to the two intertwining women.
The first intimation Lori had of the dog's presence was when she felt his cool nose
sniffing up between her slightly parted thighs.
"Wha... what's that?" she blurted out, for the first time breaking contact with the
pulsating cuntal flesh beneath.
"It's Colonel," Missy answered, a little disappointed that the wonderful mouth was no
longer licking her cunt. She had already seen the dog's handsome head above her own
face as he sniffed at Lori's fully exposed pussy. His black nose moved in closer to brush
lightly over the young blonde's tightly puckered anus.
"Make him go away," Lori moaned. "I want you all to myself."
"You have to remember to be less selfish, right? I think he wants to fuck you."
"But I want you to fuck me," the young blonde sobbed. "I want you to lick me to
orgasm."
"For Christ's sake," Missy said in exasperation. "Can't you tell whey you have it made?"
Looking up along the dog's belly she could see that already his penis was sliding out of
its hairy sheath in all its glistening scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each
passing second. A moment later the eager animal had mounted Lori's shaking back and
Missy freed one of her arms to take the swollen cock between her fingers, thrilling to
the familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had experienced the very first time she
had guided it into her own eagerly waiting cunt so long ago.
"Okay, Colonel, fuck Lori just like you fu fuck me!" Needing to be told nothing more,
the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong forelegs tightly around Lori's
slender waist while Missy gasped in delight below as she saw the huge animal-cock
poised directly over her face, its beveled tip only half an inch from the blonde's gaping
pussy mouth.
And then Lori decided that she wanted to be fucked by this hairy beast. She closed her
eyes and tried her prepare her vagina for the splitting pain she knew would come. "Oh,
please, Missy," she moaned. "Let him do it to me. I want his dog-cock in my cunt."
Trembling, she tried to look back down between her legs to see what was happening,
but all she could see were the twin mounds of Missy's passion-swollen breasts. Then
she felt the first hot searing contact of the massive dog-penis that would soon impale
her, and her desire washed through her body like a tidal wave. And then she knew
more than ever that she wanted to be fucked by the huge dog. "Oh yes, yes, yes... I
want it... fuck me, Colonel, fuck me!" The panting girl raised her buttocks high, as high
as possible, spreading her legs at the same time to open her lust-hungry cunt.
It wasn't a moment too soon. Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at the opening to
Lori's gaping pussy, Colonel instinctively rammed forward, burying his dripping cudgel
in one slithering rush far up into the kneeling girl's hot little cunt. Animal style, he
never gave the girl a chance to become accustomed to his huge presence, but began a
fierce pumping of his powerful loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again into
the soft flesh before him.
"Uuuuhhhh," Lori grunted in stunned surprise. Never before in her whole life had she
been so filled. It felt for a moment as if something would have to tear open inside her
to make room for the massive invading cock, but the blonde girl's vaginal muscles soon
became used to the jack-hammer fast intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths.
Wantonly her sleek buttocks set up an answering rocking motion to meet the fiery
challenge. It began to feel good, better than anything the innocent girl had ever
experienced before. She barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face
between Missy's thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.
Below her, Missy gratefully felt the blond woman return to the avid sucking of her
tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all the while at the giant scarlet dog-penis
flashing in and out of the younger woman's juicy cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist
pink pussy flesh out with it on the out-stroke and then ramming them back up inside
as the big animal crashed his hips forward stroke after stroke. Opening wider and
wider, Lori's vagina voraciously tried to swallow every inch of that mighty cock, right
down to the hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity against her tenderly
swollen clitoris. And Lori knew that she was almost, delightfully, there.


Chapter 6

Bruce found himself watching the clock day as he sat in the private office his company
had given him. He was happy in his new job, and he made friends quickly, but today,
he could not keep his mind on his work. Something about Lori had been bothering him
for the past few days, ever since the argument about marriage. From that morning, she
had seemed all too happy to have him leave the house in the morning, making sure that
things went smoothly and swiftly, At first he thought it might be because she was
taking another lover, but he put that thought out of his mind. Lori would never do
something like that. Then he reasoned it was her way of making up. She hurried him
out of the house because she knew he was embarrassed about not being able to bring
her to orgasm, and she did not want him to feel more uncomfortable than he already
did.
That was it! he told himself. And he knew now what he should do about it. It was really
the only decent thing to do, and he could kick himself for not doing it long ago. He
would marry her! She was not trying to trap him into marriage. He was simply
avoiding it, and it was ruining their relationship. He loved her, and now he would
prove it.
That was why he was watching the clock. He wanted to make sure he didn't waste one
second of his lunch hour. He wanted to rush home exactly at twelve and propose to
her. He would have liked to do it sooner, but his boss, although a nice enough man,
understood nothing of the romantic desires of people, and would never let him go
home early.
At last it was twelve, and Bruce was out of his building like a bat out of hell. Racing
home through the light noon-time traffic, he made it to his house in record time, and
he could not hide his smile as he opened the front door and stepped into his living
room.
Instantly he was aware of alarming sounds, sounds that seemed to arise from some sort
of struggle. An especially loud sobbing groan filled the young man with the direct
impression that something was very wrong. Without stopping to think, Bruce blasted
into the living room and then stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the wanton
spectacle before his staring eyes.
It didn't take him long to realize there were two women obviously locked in a Lesbian
embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily fucking one of them from behind,
and as his eyes became more and more accustomed to the dimmer light indoors, the
shocked realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
The dog was Colonel, and the two women were his sister and the woman he loved and
wanted to marry.
He let loose with an uncontrolled roar of rage and horror, and the effects were
immediate on the trio before him. Colonel was the first to react. Sensing that he might
be in a lot of trouble, the huge dog for the first time in his life deserted a pair of
buttocks in mid-fuck, backing away with his tail between his hind legs, his penis
shrinking quickly back up out of harm's way. Missy stopped her cunt-licking but said
nothing. Lori raised her head and stared in horrified disbelief, her mouth hanging open
as she raced through her mind to try to think of something to say. Finally she started to
get up.
"Hold it, lover," snapped Bruce, and the young blonde froze, sensing from the sound in
his voice that he meant everything he said. "Just what the hell do you think you're
doing?" Bruce sputtered. "No wonder you were so anxious to get me out of the house
this morning, not to mention all the other mornings since Colonel came to us. I'm
going to take that dog and have him scattered all over Atlanta."
"Sorry, brother of mine," said Missy as she moved to a sitting position. "You even make
a move toward that dog and I'll have him turn on you. He's mine, remember. Lori
made the mistake of thinking he was hers as well, and I set her straight. You don't want
me to do the same thing to you, now, do you?" And then she marched right up to the
surprised young man and thrust her face close to his. Bruce was about to make some
violent rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was standing inches from his
naked sister. For years, as she had developed, he wondered what she looked like naked,
and now he knew. Wonderful. Simply fantastic!
Seeing all the initial hostility drain from her brother's face as his eyes glued themselves
to her breasts, now brushing the front of his shirt, Missy decided to press the advantage
she was enjoying over her confused brother. "So, lover,"-she said, letting her voice
become seductive, "You complain that Lori doesn't satisfy you, she complains that you
don't satisfy her, but at least she does something about it. She's doing all this for you,
you know."
Lori couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she was still too shaken to say anything.
She had never thought she was doing any of it for Bruce, but as long as Missy said
something that might calm Bruce down, she was all for it. She was in no mental
condition to defend herself.
"For me..." Bruce began. "I don't under... "
"Of course you don't understand, lover boy," Missy said smilingly. "That's because your
head is full of shit. You're afraid to make a commitment to the woman you love, and
your stupidity is making the both of you miserable."
"What are you talking about?" Bruce said, trying to gain his balance. His voice began to
crack, though. He knew Missy was telling the truth. It was the same truth he had come
to realize less than an hour ago.
"I'm talking about that hair-trigger cock of yours."
'Missy forced herself not to smile as Bruce's mouth fell to the floor in shock. She knew
that she was treading on thin ice, and that she would have to time everything just right.
At any moment Bruce might think his sister was pushing him too far and might do
something everyone would regret. The older woman turned to Lori. "Honest to God,
the two of you almost make me sick. You look like adults, but you act like children.
You blame everything on each other, when you should be sharing the blame."
"W... what do you mean?" Lori managed to ask, fighting to hold back the still-welling
tears in her eyes.
"I think you need a little practice in fucking, and don't give me any shit about the
practice you've already had. Now the both of you pay attention," Missy ordered, giving
the fascinated Bruce several little shoves that brought the backs of his knees up sharp
against the edge of the large chair in the living room. The confused brother fell into it,
and in one graceful movement dropped to her knees right in front of him.
"The way I figure it, neither of you have ever thought that Bruce might be able to get it
up more than once. Let's give him a shot and see what he can do with this possibility."
And before the two lovers knew what was happening, Missy reached forward and
boldly unzipped Bruce's fly. All of a sudden long cool fingers were extracting the
amazed young man's penis through the opening. With gaping mouth, Bruce saw his
cock lying in his sister's palm, pulsing gently as it began to quicken to life.
"Say, the kid wasn't bullshitting," the smiling brunette said. "Now let's see how long it
takes you to cum." Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Bruce watched in disbelief as the
jerking slowly lowered her dark head towards his penis, which was jerking larger with
each passing second. A moment ago he had been almost ready to kill, and now his
sister, a woman whose sheer beauty and sensuality had always seemed to be an
unobtainable dream was clearly about to put his cock in her mouth. Lori was also
shocked and watched in speechless awe. She knew that by all rights she should stop this
action, but after all that had happened to her in the past few days, it seemed only
natural. Her own mouth began to salivate sympathetically as she watched Missy do
something to Bruce she had never had the courage to even think about.
"Hey, wait a minute," she heard Bruce say, but then his voice choked off as his lovely
sister's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in the head of his cock.
Under that maddening stimulation his throbbing penis burst into full glory, rearing up
like an angry cobra.
"Mmmmmmm, I think it likes me," Missy said, and then opening her lips she slid them
moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the tip of her now
willing brother's cock. Staring down in amazement the surprised young man looked in
awe at the beautiful dark head poised over his trembling loins. He knew he could
probably just reach down and push Missy away, but at the moment it seemed like an
impossible idea. Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to
shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.
"No... we shouldn't... I shouldn't." He found that he could not complete his thought.
Even though Lori was watching, the young man reached down to wrap his hands
tightly in the thick lustrous hair that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk he pulled
Missy's lips down farther onto his pulsating cock-shaft. To hell with Lori, he thought.
After what he had caught her doing, watching this would serve her right. For her part,
the gaping young blonde stood watching in appreciative awe, not knowing what else to
do. She had been through too much already to be all that bothered by what was
happening before her. What was mostly annoying her was the unfulfilled feeling deep
in her hungry loins which had been rudely deprived of the lust-sating dog-cock only
moments ago. Staring .hungrily at Bruce's desire-thickened cock disappearing up into
Missy's ovalled mouth, Lori found herself wishing that somehow it were being thrust
up into her own wanting pussy instead.
The whole little scenario didn't take long, perhaps less than three minutes, and then
true to form, Bruce could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in his balls.
"God!" he half-shouted, "I'm cumming already! For the love of God, don't stop sucking
my cock!" Then his blood-engorged penis began to vibrate as the hot jets of sperm
rushed its swollen length. This was not the first time in his life the young man had had
his cock sucked, but it was certainly the most enjoyable, and he was unprepared for the
incredible sensation as Missy sucked madly on his spurting member, working him to
heights of passion that were almost unbearable. As his head arched back in ecstasy he
was able to see out of the corner of his eye the almost ludicrous picture of Missy's
cheeks hollowing again as she sucked with all her lust-inflamed strength. It seemed to
go on for an eternity and then the depleted young man slumped back in the chair, his
exhausted cock deflating in Missy's mouth. The smiling sister let the limp penis slip
wetly from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot sticky sperm from her lips.
"Not bad, if you were trying to set a new record," she said wryly. Turning to the
confused Lori she added, I can see what you mean. A girl like you would have to be
really experienced to keep up with something like that." Her words deflated Bruce, who
thought she was making fun of him, but the lovely dark woman got lithely to her feet.
"Now it's time for round two," she said. Even though he had just cum, Bruce could not
help staring at the beautiful sleek body now standing nakedly in front of him. For a
moment his sex-glazed eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the high,
proud, ruby-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that nestled up
between Missy's smooth ivory-white thighs.
Moving closer to the still-seated young man, her hips swaying provocatively, Missy
reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him unresistingly to his feet, his eyes
still hazed with the force of his recent cock-sucking. As soon as he was standing before
her, the exotic beauty moved closer still and began unbuttoning his shirt. Even before
she had pulled the garment completely from him, the brazen sister leaned forward and
traced her stiffening nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest. Immediately the
gasping young man felt a faint lurching in his again aching loins. There was no longer
any thought of resistance as she began undoing his belt, and before he knew it his
trousers were in a heap around his feet.
"Come on, get those shoes off," Missy ordered, and he obeyed. Bruce was now standing
wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through the opening was not quite
erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as it had been a moment before. His
lovely sister began to work the shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic band rub
across the end of his still dripping cock. Once the thin garment was down around his
ankles, Bruce automatically kicked them free, his reviving cock now at half-mast as he
stood completely naked. Without a word Missy moved into his arms so that Bruce
could finally feel the full, sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his
own trembling flesh. He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long moment their
tongues met, darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths, and then she
was slipping down, her soft flesh sliding lingeringly over his until she was again on her
knees before him. Reaching forward, Missy took his cock in her hands and placed it
gently in the valley between her large taut breasts, then, sensuously, provocatively, the
experienced woman pressed the soft mounds together, trapping his penis between their
seductive warmth, and began voluptuously working their tender beauty back and forth
over his ever growing cock.
From a few feet away Lori watched, fascinated by the smooth competent manner with
which Missy managed her difficult lover. The younger girl was learning all right, and
vowed that from now on she would never be afraid to use the beauty of her body to its
full advantage.
"I think we can begin again," Missy said. And sure enough, Bruce was acutely aware of
the huge throbbing cock that disappeared between his sultry sister's high-mounded
breasts. Never had it felt so big – never had he been so aware of its hardness.
Wondering what this incredible brunette would do next, the young man was totally
unprepared for her next words.
"Right, lover," she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free from her
imprisoning breasts, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Lori, she ordered, "Go fuck
your girl." For a moment neither Bruce nor Lori moved, but their eyes met, shock
registering on each of their faces at these totally unexpected words. Then suddenly the
raging need in the young blonde's unfulfilled cunt overflowed to sweep her body in a
wave of hot lust.
"Oh, Bruce," she hissed, her voice almost in a whisper as she fought to keep her lust
from being so obvious, "fuck me. Please, fuck me now." And with that she lay down on
the rug, her legs wantonly parted and her graceful arms held upward invitingly. Bruce
stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had ever managed to turn out like this.
Looking down in amazement at his shamelessly aroused girlfriend, ready to fuck him in
front of another person, he began to realize that he definitely didn't know her as well as
he thought he did.
There was a lot more to her than the timid faithful young woman he had imagined her
to be, but one thing was sure: she was ready to fuck. And so was he!
Quickly Bruce positioned himself between Lori's long widespread legs, holding his erect
penis in his hands as if it were something he was going to beat her with.
"Oh, lover, fuck me, fuck me hard," Lori pleaded, her asscheeks grinding down into the
carpet. Needing no further encouragement, Bruce fell forward onto her soft needing
body, worming his cock up against her ready eager cunt slit until the aroused blood
swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. From the very first thrust, the eager
man knew he had a real tiger on his hands, a mewling, straining, clawing she-wolf who
made anyone he had ever known look like an old maid.
After only a few seconds of frantic action Bruce was beginning to wonder if he would
be able to handle Lori's long suppressed needs all by himself. Damn, she's really a hot
little ball of sex today, he thought. She had even been fucking a dog when he came into
the room.
That's when the idea hit him, at first making his head spin as the fascinating thought
seared through his thoroughly aroused mind like a thunderbolt. The very strangeness of
the plan he was forming caused the young man to stop short of his fucking, stunned by
his own imagination. Could he do it? Lori, twisting passionately below immediately
noticed that he was no longer plunging his thick, hard penis up into her seething
depths, and asked pleadingly, "God, Bruce, don't stop now. Fuck me. I want to feel you
inside my belly."
"Don't you worry, honey," he answered hoarsely. You'll get all the fucking you can
handle, but first I want you to wrap your arms and legs around me." Lori obeyed
without hesitation, and then gasped in surprise as Bruce quickly rolled them both over,
until she was sitting on top, straddling his loins with his hotly throbbing penis impaling
her cunt. She had only made love with Bruce in this position once before, but she could
tell that this time it would be totally different, and the pleasantly surprised young
woman began lifting her buttocks up in the air and then sliding down on Bruce's lust
rigid cock, delighted at the new sensations she could work into her fiery cunt. Then she
felt Bruce's strong hands pulling her shoulders down while his loins pushed her hips
high in the air.
"Missy!" the young man called, "get Colonel over here!" The dark haired woman
hesitated for a moment, but then the first faint glimmer of understanding came over her
face, changing to a lustful smile as she realized what Bruce had in mind.
"Wha... what are you doing?" Lori asked in surprise.
"This is gonna be a twosome," Bruce answered. "Colonel is going to have some fun
too." Still the confused young blonde did not understand, but a second later she felt a
familiar cold nose sniffing at her buttocks as Missy led the nervous animal up to her
wantonly raised ass-cheeks. From the way the animal's nose was digging urgently up
between her thighs, the young woman knew he meant to fuck her, but there was only
one place he could do it.
"Bruce! God no! You can't have him fuck me in the ass! He's too big. He'll split me in
half."
"Now relax, honey," Bruce soothed pantingly. Don't forget, you were a virgin in your
cunt once. You'll get used to it. In fact, you'll love it." The highly aroused young blonde
braced herself against the first piercing thrust, and Bruce held her in a tight embrace,
and then Colonel's hairy forelegs settled once again around her quaking waist, pinning
her from behind.
"God, Colonel, don't hurt me... please... don't..." the young woman pleaded. But it was
too late. There was no stopping Colonel now. He had already been cheated of this
luscious morsel once and now she lay helpless beneath him. The big dog moved in
closer, shuffling forward on his hind legs while his bright pink tongue lolled excitedly
from his mouth. Already the watching Missy could see his huge scarlet penis sliding
wetly from under his belly, ready to thrust up between the buttocks of the young
blonde pinioned wantonly below.
Lori felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks, then slip into the 
widestretched crevice between her ass-cheeks, finally catching for a second at her 
tight little rubbery anus.
Sensing that pointed presence jabbing threateningly at her vulnerable anal opening, the
trembling young woman tensed, knowing that there were never any gentle moves from
Colonel. And sure enough, as soon as the big German shepherd sensed an empty
opening before him, his powerful loins jerked forward, worming the tip of his
monstrous cock just up inside the tight nether ring. Immediately the excited animal
began his usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding into the cringing white buttocks
ahead.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust driving it
another inch into the writhing blonde's hot rubbery ass. She held stock still for a
moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain, almost paralyzed by the terrible agony
that tore into her skewered ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she screamed, "he's killing me. He's too big! Bruce! Help
me!" Her lover's only answer was a mighty thrust of his own swollen penis up into her
momentarily forgotten cunt below, sending incredible waves of sensation flooding
through her sandwiched loins. For a moment this new stimulation made Lori forget the
searing presence tearing apart her tender rectum, and the desperate young woman
decided to let the one fight the other. She found that by screwing her cunt as far as
possible on Bruce's penis, she could almost cancel out the pain in her rectum. And in
another few seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Colonel's cock
too as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the big dog easier access
to her rectal depths.
After a few experiments, the increasingly happy young woman found that the two huge
cocks pounding up into her innermost depths were now fucking into her in perfect
synchronization and she pressed back to meet their rhythmic forward rush, feeling as if
some great molten ball of fire was filling her belly, only to wane and then fill her once
again.
"Oh, lovers... cocks... beautiful cocks... fuck me... fuck me hard..." the suddenly raving
young blonde moaned out.
And standing only a few feet away the still naked Missy felt her temperature rising
rapidly as she stared at the fascinating trio so near. Slowly her fingers groped down her
belly to slide over her pussy hair before finally digging up into her hot cunt below. For
a moment the excited brunette was tempted to end it that way, to bring herself to
orgasm with her fingers, but somehow that didn't seem enough, confronted with the
living image of the three bodies locked tightly together on the carpet. Impulsively Missy
dropped to her knees right beside Bruce's head and then crawled close, lifting one knee
and placing it on the other side of him so that her steaming loins were poised right over
his face and her back was to Lori.
At first Bruce didn't know what was happening, and he only knew that the light was
blotted out by some great hovering shadow. And then he slowly became aware of the
moistly steaming cunt poised so near, its narrow ribbon-like cuntal lips gaping open
hungrily showing the slippery pink flesh within. For a moment he just stared in
amazement, but then he heard Missy's voice breaking his trance: "Come on, lover boy,
eat it. Suck it like a raw oyster." Bruce blinked his eyes as the blatantly offered feast
slowly lowered itself to him and met it with his lips, opening them to suck in the tender
cuntal flesh while his eager tongue shot out to bury itself wetly up into Missy's openly
flowering vagina, causing such a bolt of sensual bliss to shoot through her gently
flexing loins that her head shot back and then began to twist wildly from side to side,
the thick dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face. Lori suddenly found
herself confronted with Missy's whitely rounded ass-cheeks, looming right under her
face, and after a little confusion lowered her head to try and lick at Missy's tiny
puckered anus, showing so clearly in the wide-split crack of her buttocks, but it was
almost impossible because her whole body was pitched forward every time Colonel and
Bruce rammed into her from behind and below. Strange delightful pleasure seeped into
the pinioned young woman's whirling mind as she was buffeted like a rag doll between
her three panting companions, a mere object for their collective lust.
Lying on the bottom of it all, Bruce delighted in the gift of Missy's tender, sweet
smelling cunt, an unbelievable addition to the feel of Lori's pounding body above him
and the wired sensation of Missy's dog's cock moving against his own deep within her
loins, only a thin membrane separating the two rampaging male organs.
The four bacchanalian celebrants were unaware of how much time they spent locked
together in their pleasure-filled tableau, filling the room with desperate gasps and the
lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-filled orifices. And at the center of it all was the
lovely, previously innocent Lori. Never before in her whole like had the blonde girl
been so filled. Her whole nether region was stuffed with cock, her face buried against
Missy's ripe buttocks. How could this ever end? she wondered. How would it feel when
those massive threatening penises began to spew their hot loads up into her totally
receptive body? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a choked moan ahead as
Missy began to climax, driven to a wild frenzy by Bruce's furiously lapping tongue, her
hot pussy juices gushing down over the groaning man's upraised face. Lori could feel
the older woman's buttocks jerking against her cheek, spasming in primordial release,
and then Missy was gone, collapsing forward onto the rug in a moaning heap.
Filled with a strange vigor from her dark-haired friend's powerful orgasm, the wildly
aroused young woman crashed back against the two cocks behind, her lascivious
wigglings finally pushing Colonel over the edge so that all at once the big dog began
emptying his animal sperm far up into the hot clutching depths of her quivering belly.
The hard hot jets seemed to touch off some delicate trigger inside the already half
maddened blonde girl.
"Oh God, fill me, lovers," she cried out. "Fill me with your wonderful cum." Lori jerked
back wantonly against the sprouting dog-cock several times, wantonly drawing the
milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal muscles, finally making it give up in
weary exhaustion, all the life drained from it. As the German shepherd's shrinking
scarlet cock flopped uselessly from the tight little pucker of her anus, the young blonde
now found herself alone with Bruce, his lust-engorged penis still invading her wildly
aroused body. Knowing that her own orgasm was only seconds away, the sex-crazed
woman began to raise her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all of
her lover's thickly gleaming penis slid out of her steaming pussy before she crashed
heavily back down again, as if to drive the huge pleasure-giving shaft all the way
through her body.
"I... I'm cumming, Bruce... cumming... cumm... AAAAHHHHH...!"
The tired young man smiled up as his beautiful blonde girlfriend sobbed out her
passion above. "I've been saving this for you," he said in tender glee, and then his own
sperm shot up from the sanctuary of his balls to race the length of his pistoning cock
before finally mingling far up inside Lori's churning vagina with her own gushing
cuntal secretions. For endless moments the young couple strained together in final bliss,
joined by the hot life-giving cum that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. When
it was over, their arms remained locked around one another in loving embrace as they
were finally joined together in mutually shared bliss once again.
And then Bruce held Lori's shoulders and pushed her away slightly. "I almost forgot
why I came home for lunch," he said. "I've been doing some thinking and I've decided
that it really isn't all that fair of me to ask you to do something you really don't want to
do."
Lori looked at her lover with confusion in her eyes. What could he be talking about?
she thought to herself.
"I... I don't understand," she said, a feeling of apprehension clouding her voice. "You
know I love you and will do anything you ask."
"That's what I thought," he said with a broad grin splitting his boyish face, "so I've
decided that I want to marry you. If you still want to get married, that is."
At first Lori couldn't believe her ears, but then as the realization of what he was saying
dawned on her, she too broke out into a happy smile, a smile that she could not have
prevented even if she had wanted to.
"Of course I'll marry you," she said when she was finally able to speak. And then she
reached out and planted a long, deep kiss on her lover, and time seemed to stop for the
young bride to be. She might have kissed him forever had she not heard a giggle
slightly behind her. Releasing Bruce, she turned her head and looked at her future
sister-in-law, who was smiling as much as she was.
"Well," said the still-naked Missy. "I never thought I'd be this happy for my younger
brother. This calls for a celebration."
"By the way," said Bruce as he pulled Lori tighter against his powerful body.
"Something's been bothering me a little. Knowing how you feel about Colonel, I'm a
little surprised that you let us have him. I should think that you would never let him
out of your sight."
"Well, lover boy," said the older darkhaired woman, "When you told me that you were
having problems with Lori, I thought you could use a little help. Looks like I made the
right decision."
"You sure did," said Lori. "And I hope you won't mind if Colonel and I keep up the
friendship we've made."
"Mind!" said Missy. "I should say not. In fact, I think we should include him in the
festivities now." And with that Missy joined the loving couple, planting her body
between them.
"Colonel," called out Bruce as he, Lori and Missy lowered themselves to the floor.
"Come over here. You're as much a part of this little family as anyone else." And the
big German shepherd yelped in joy and bounced across the room to his newfound
friends.


THE END
