LLP-260 The Animal Urge
by Carlotta Graham


Chapter 1

The Oak Tree estate and grounds were as typically lovely and idyllic as 
ever in their late summer garb of fading green meadows and mellow, 
wilting flowers. The undergrowth of the heavily-wooded area was dark 
with knobbed shrubs and the oldest trees stood gnarled and sprawling, 
like old men colored brown with age. Glistening dew drops of rain 
splashed down on the leaves and dribbled earthward through the thick 
networks of foliage, finally to fall on the rich black soil below. And 
yet, strangely enough, the sky was a bright clear blue that seemed 
somehow separate from the woods, which languished obediently under the 
inexorable rules of the season's end.

The Hartley home, a large rustic house with an ample amount of 
partially-cleared acreage surrounding it, nestled cozily in a small 
shallow valley running on a rocky irregular level between two gently 
sloping ridges on either side. Behind the house, off to the right and 
slightly downwind, there was a spacious modern dog kennel with half a 
dozen central shelters and a maze of long fenced runs in which a number 
of handsome German Shepherds, of varying sizes, ages and colors, could 
be seen either dozing quietly or pacing nervously to and fro, whining 
and occasionally barking at some barely perceptible movement in the 
nearby underbrush.

In one of the longest runs, an immense black-and-fawn-colored male 
stood by himself, completely motionless and at the alert, as he stared 
upwards at a tiny rag of grey sky that was framed overhead by a small 
circle of evergreen branches. The imposing thoroughbred dog gazed 
longingly, almost defiantly, at a bird flying in a cramped orbit far 
above the treetops, its spread wings catching flashes of yellow and 
silver light from the sun. The bird drifted around and around, 
seemingly fixed to some invisible track in the air. After a while, the 
magnificent German Shepherd's strong legs began to tremble, his massive 
muscular body tense and straining with his natural instinct to somehow, 
impossibly, snag the feathered creature from the safety of its lofty 
circling and destroy it with one crushing swipe of his forepaw.

"Jesus, look at Wolf out there. The bastard looks better than ever," 
Bill Hartley enthused proudly as he stood gazing out the living room 
window at the kennels. The good-looking twenty-four-year-old young man 
did not wait for his young wife's reply and added, "If I'm lucky enough 
to buy Pete Sangler's prize bitch up in New Hampshire, just think what 
a beautiful litter she and Wolf will produce. We'll make a goddamned 
fortune out of the pups!"

Diane Hartley, his wife, an extremely pretty twenty-one-year-old 
blonde, sat in haughty silence across the room, sipping daintily from 
her whiskey sour cocktail as she fought down the impulse to say what 
was really on her mind. She resented the fact that she would be left 
alone again while Bill was off on another of his frequent business 
trips, selling some of their own valuable dogs and negotiating for new 
championship breeders to upgrade their stock at Oak Tree. As usual, she 
would be left in charge of running the kennels by herself, a demanding 
responsibility that both intimidated and frightened her. God knows, the 
voluptuous young blonde thought bitterly to herself, her wealthy 
aristocratic parents had socially-groomed and educated her for far more 
important things than playing hostess to three dozen hairy brutes, no 
matter how valuable and expensive they were, while her thoughtless 
husband deserted her for days ... sometimes weeks ... at a time.

"What's the matter, honey?" he asked suddenly, interrupting her 
thoughts. "Now don't tell me you're going to start complaining again 
just because I've got to make a business trip."

"Oh no, not really," the satin-skinned blonde answered in a sulky, 
slightly hurt voice, her full lower lip pouting out to give her the 
appearance of a beautiful little girl who has been unfairly treated. 
"It's just that ... well, we've only been married for eight months, and 
you've been gone almost half of that time, while I stay home and take 
care of the dogs ... You know they frighten me."

"But honey, dogs are our living ... a damned good living, too ... and 
someone has to handle the business end of things," the handsome dark-
haired husband protested, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of 
helplessness. "I've got to travel and visit other breeders. We're in a 
highly competitive business and need the best dogs available to keep 
our line where it is--at the top."

"Yes, Bill, I know, but--"

"And that means scouting around," he continued, ignoring her attempted 
objection. "Unless, of course, you'd rather we just sat back and lived 
off your parents, always dependent upon them and without any real say 
about our own lives."

"No, darling, I--I didn't mean that at all," Diane assured him weakly, 
hating herself as she felt the last of her self-righteous indigence 
fade away in the fact of his solid common sense and logic. Despite how 
lonely and deprived she always felt when he was gone, she could think 
of no effective way to communicate her feelings to him about the task 
of caring for the dogs and the sense of loss she experienced as a young 
bride when he was not home with her. As conscious as she was of her 
social background and upbringing, it was true that she also wanted 
independence, not to be enslaved by the large sums of money her mother 
and father would gladly give them if only they would abide with the 
older couple's wishes. The exquisite blue-eyed girl felt her irritation 
waver and finally topple over altogether as she faltered helplessly in 
her own rising sense of shame and guilt.

She felt a flood of relief as he crossed the room to where she sat on 
the plush sofa and eased himself down beside her, his brawny right arm 
automatically encircling her shoulders, enfolding her. She dropped her 
head against his firm chest, her breath quavering as he drew her closer 
against him, his warmth mingling with hers. Gently he rubbed up and 
down along her bare arms, craning his head forward to nibble softly 
with his lips at her slender neck and sensitive left ear lobe.

"Ummmm, you certainly feel nice," he whispered hotly into the tender 
tingling flesh of her ear, sensing her anger and resistance flow away 
to nothing as he touched her with his breath. The light fluttery warmth 
relaxed and yet exhilarated her, causing a maddeningly light throb of 
anticipation in Diane's loins and at the small, bud-like tips of her 
full breasts. Without thinking, she began to rotate her rounded flaring 
hip against her husband's sinewy male flank, pressing the softness of 
her still-clad flesh against him.

"You feel nice, too," she purred, wiggling even closer to him on the 
sofa.

"You know, I've got to leave in less than an hour," Bill reminded her 
huskily. "Maybe we ought to use the time for action instead of words." 
Feeling herself slipping further into the intoxicating warmth of his 
touch, she nodded her head in wordless agreement and ran her fingertips 
tremblingly across his cheek, her long red nails tracing the 
distinctive contours of his strong masculine face. In a corner of her 
passion-dimmed mind, she could hear the tempo of the falling rain 
increase, the drops now pattering on the roof and in the trees with a 
steady staccato sound that seemed to match the pulsing beat of her 
blood. Suddenly, she felt him shift beside her and ease himself off the 
couch and down to his knees on the floor. He knelt forward then and 
caught her long smooth legs, his palms eagerly clamping against the 
soft insides of her thighs as she giggled and struggled halfheartedly 
in an attempt to free herself. She could see him hunched down on his 
knees between her open legs, grinning up at her through the deep valley 
of her upstanding breasts like a conquering warrior about to partake of 
a feast as he pressed outwards against her with his hands.

Slowly, he reached up under her short skirt and hooked his fingers into 
the elastic waist-band of her silk white panties, tugging gently 
downwards on the flimsy garment until the sheer, flimsy material 
slipped softly over her slightly-lifted buttocks and down over her 
shapely, well-tapered legs. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina 
was presented up to his searching eyes in an almost lewd, sexually 
inciting position of sacrifice. She lay back against the cushions of 
the couch and reveled for a moment in the delicious languor of her 
young husband's exciting touch. She watched his tongue slowly circling 
his lips in rapt anticipation of the ravishment about to take place. He 
moved closer, placing his thumbs on the soft fleshy edges of her cunt. 
With a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement, he pressed the 
blonde hair-lined lips of her pussy apart and pressed his mouth forward 
against it, his long slippery tongue darting snake-like into the 
throbbing warmth of the smooth inner walls. Her tummy twitched and she 
felt a convulsive spasm of delight course up and down her spine as he 
began to suck slowly, teasingly, at first, nibbling at her erect 
clitoris with the sharp tips of his teeth. It was almost more than she 
could bear. Despite the thought that what he was doing to her down 
between her legs with his tongue was shameful and obscene, her nerves 
were ablaze with rising lust and she made no effort to prevent him from 
continuing to lick her there and give her this exquisite pleasure.

"God, it's too bad we can't manufacture and sell this feeling," Bill 
rasped as he pulled back from her naked loins a few inches. "Hell, we 
could make a mint."

His crude words sent a sudden jolt of alarm through her, one that 
gradually changed into a heavy sinking weight of depression. The stiff 
arch of excitement in her spine gave way and she collapsed back on the 
couch cushions as though in defeat. It was the same as always, the same 
thrill-shattering attitude he had had towards their sex-life since they 
had been married. Like everything else, he looked upon sex as a kind of 
commodity, something that could be used and sold, as though their 
deepest, most intimate emotions were mere products that might be turned 
into profit. She realized that it was important to Bill, as well as to 
herself, to be self-sustaining and not to have to rely on the money and 
advice of others in order to succeed as a newly-married couple. But 
God, he carried it too far! Sometimes she thought she would go crazy 
with self-doubt and frustration as a result of their crippled sexual 
relationship. Not that she wanted him to make love to her constantly--
nothing like that--but she desperately needed to believe that he 
desired her as a woman more than just a vehicle through which he could 
prove his personal sense of worth and his ability to succeed. After 
all, she mused inwardly, she was a woman, a wife, and deserved to be 
treated with consideration just as much as he thought he deserved to be 
respected as a capable man.

He seemed oblivious to her lack of response and continued to nuzzle his 
face between her tantalizing loins. She groaned suddenly, watching with 
fascination as his head bobbed hungrily back and forth down between her 
thighs with the effort of his assault. She whimpered involuntarily and 
threw back her head on the top of the sofa, her hands clutching 
unashamedly at his face to pull him tighter against her now hotly 
squirming cunt as the lewd wet sucking noises of his tongue swirling 
deep in her vagina filled her ears.

As if sensing her sudden unwilling submission, Bill reached up and 
placed both of his hands over the front of her soft woolen sweater, 
cupping his work-calloused fingers around the roundly rising mounds of 
her heaving, nipple-hardened breasts, while with his wide shoulders and 
brawny upper arms, he forced her delectably-shaped legs even further 
apart. As his mouth and tongue worked hungrily in bestial subjugation 
of the throbbing wet moistness of her widely flowering vagina, his 
excitedly bulging eyes remained open, ogling with vulgar excitement the 
impassioned contortions of her lovely young face.

"Come on, honey, make it good," he grunted encouragingly from between 
her splayed-open loins as he kneaded lustfully at her heavily 
palpitating breasts through her clothing. "When you cum, pretend we're 
getting a dollar for each little tingle."

With a tiny guttural cry, Diane involuntarily ground her ivory-like 
hips forward against his face, burying his hotly flicking tongue all 
the way to the roots again as he renewed his lewd attack up between her 
open thighs. She was powerless now to struggle anymore against the 
unrelenting wonderful thrill that rocked her very soul, even though she 
felt a simultaneous quivering of distaste at the lewd, inconsiderate 
meaning of the words he had just uttered. A wildly rising erotic fire 
replaced her sense of revulsion and wounded dignity ... replaced 
everything. Seldom in their still-new marriage had she ever so quickly 
felt so utterly wanton with him, so wild to be shamelessly and deeply 
satisfied.

"How many dollars have you got now, honey?" he asked abruptly, once 
again pulling away his pussy-moistened mouth to grin lewdly up at her. 
"Would you like to earn more?"

"Ohhh, yessssss, Bill," she crooned responsively, hardly conscious of 
what she was saying. Spreading her long legs wider and wider to give 
him greater access to her cuntal crevice, she begged without thought of 
shame. "Hurry, darling, hurry. Kiss me ... kiss me down there. Faster! 
Oh, God, I'm almost there!"

Every young muscle the silken-haired girl possessed was alerted as she 
strained her naked, creamy-white buttocks upward towards the exciting 
red probe swirling deeply and wetly up between her legs. Her up-drawn 
thighs opened and closed tightly around the tormenting face that was 
sucking and licking gluttonously at her eagerly responding cunt. She 
kicked her heels hard against his back, spurring him on to suck her 
harder, harder, until a loud rushing sound rose to fill her ears, a 
great resounding and echoing torrent of sound. The tensed cords of her 
long graceful neck stood out under her golden skin as she pulled with 
all her strength against the tangled dark hair of her husband's head.

"Oh, darling, I'm almost ready to cum! Don't stop licking me, please!" 
she pleaded. At that moment, just as the hot sweet flow of emotion and 
sensual abandonment was nearing its crest, she saw a self-satisfied, 
smirking grin light his face, the very same expression that he often 
wore after closing a particularly profitable deal for one of his prize 
German Shepherd pups.

"Cum, baby, cum a million dollars worth," he urged with a gloating 
smile.

Suddenly her excitedly writhing body switched off automatically as 
though someone had pushed a button in the center of her aroused senses. 
She was instantaneously swamped with a feeling of loathing at the idea 
that her handsome young husband, kneeling with his face buried between 
her wide-split legs, could actually have said something so horribly 
insensitive, like comparing her own blissful orgasm, so near now, to 
the filthy thought of dollars that seemed to preside over their life 
together. Was nothing sacred in their marriage, she wondered bitterly, 
afraid that she already knew the answer. She was beginning to suspect 
that Bill, her own husband, was more attached to his stupid account 
books than to his wife.

"Oh, Bill, stop it, stop it right now!" she sobbed, fighting to loosen 
his fierce grip on her still brassiere-clad breasts and squirm away 
from him. "How can you be so revolting? How can you be mean enough to 
say something like that? Don't you love me at all? ... Or do you want 
to get paid for that too?"

"Aw, I was only kidding, honey. Come on now, don't be such a baby," he 
said between breaths in an irritated tone of voice, struggling to 
spread wider her now tightly-clenched thighs and continue his lurid 
tonguing of her still visibly throbbing vagina. Then, mustering all of 
her female strength, she jerked violently away from him and rose to 
stumble to the other side of the room, trembling from head to foot with 
rage as she pushed her rumpled skirt back down over her whitely exposed 
hips. Bill remained a few moments longer in his kneeling position on 
the floor, then sighed heavily and climbed up to seat himself in the 
place on the couch that she had vacated. He stared wordlessly down at 
his trousers where, beneath a dark wet stain of seminal fluid, his 
erect penis was rapidly deflating, finally curling up limply in his 
trouser crotch like a small wounded creature. After what seemed an 
eternity, he raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but said 
nothing and lowered his eyes again in an attitude of distant thought.

From where she stood stiffly near the far wall of the living room, 
staring out miserably at the steady autumn drizzle outside, Diane began 
to feel the first stirrings of real guilt, and she imagined how 
painfully humiliated Bill must feel after her indignant outburst and 
the abrupt halt she had brought to their love-making. Despite the 
annoyance she had often felt at his coarse, thoughtless comments during 
sex acts, she had never actually dared to follow her immediate impulse 
and walk away from him in plain disgust. But now that she had done it, 
she felt her heart swell with pity for the young, dark-haired man whom 
she really did love with all her being. She ransacked her unsettled 
mind for something comforting to say to him.

"I ... I'm sorry, darling. I guess I'm just not in the right mood 
today," she finally said, her honeyed voice gently breaking the long 
embarrassing silence between them. But he seemed not to hear her and 
continued to peer down disconsolately between his legs, his gaze fixed 
on something secret and known only to him. Then, without warning, he 
straightened up with a wry, almost sardonic smile illuminating his 
face.

"Now don't worry, Diane. After this trip, we'll have enough money to 
buy you a big bed with velvet draperies and gold tassels on it, 
whatever it is that royalty like you and your family need to sleep on 
... Maybe then, you'll feel better about my terrible preoccupation with 
dirty, disgusting money. Who knows," he went on dryly, "you might 
finally turn into a decent fuck for your husband, despite yourself."

"Oh, Bill!" she cried out in disbelief, shocked by his lewdly cruel 
comment. Refusing to acknowledge his sadistic sarcasm further, she 
turned quickly away and stomped off toward their bedroom. As she 
slammed shut the door, and leaned her unsatiated young body back 
against it, she heard him call out in a contemptuous voice:

"Could you please stir your aristocratic little tail long enough to 
hand out my suitcase before you lock yourself in? I've still got a 
business trip to make--if you don't mind too much."



Chapter 2


The next day dawned cool and misty but Diane found herself humming a 
little tune and smiling, almost in spite of herself, as she moved 
slowly from pen to pen of the kennel in the early morning dampness, 
feeding the hungry German Shepherds and cleaning out their living 
quarters. Just as always, after Bill had left on a business trip, she 
felt her innate resentment toward the big, thoroughbred dogs fading 
away in the face of their obvious delight in her presence around them.

"It's not your fault, Sissy," she murmured warmly to a large gold and 
white bitch who was devotedly licking her hand as she scooped out a 
generous ration of dog meal into one of the many long feed troughs. 
"You poor dumb animals don't even realize that you're coming between 
Bill and me. Oh, God, I sometimes wish you'd manage somehow to dig 
under the fence and just run away--every last one of you beautiful 
brutes."

With a resigned sigh and a shrug, Diane rose to her feet again and 
picked up the heavy bag of meal, slipping out of the wire gate to the 
bitch's kennel and moving toward the one dog that was left to feed. 
Wolf, the son of one of the three finest German Shepherd champions in 
the country, lived in solitary comfort with the biggest shelter and the 
longest run of the yard to accommodate his sleek, powerful body's need 
for exercise. Except at mating time, he was seldom allowed to run with 
the other animals for fear that some mishap might mar the dog's perfect 
lines, lines that had proved to be worth almost as much in dog show 
prizes as in stud fees. Wolf was her husband's pride and joy. For that 
reason, she thought quizzically, Diane could never quite sort out her 
feelings about the monstrous black and tan beast.

Pulling her trench-coat more snugly around her against the sharp damp 
chill of the sunless morning, she stared inside the wire-fence 
enclosure for some sign of the magnificent brute. Like the true 
aristocrat he was, Wolf often slept later in the mornings than the 
other dogs, and Bill had frequently warned her not to step into the pen 
without first announcing her identity to the dog. It was dangerous to 
surprise him in his sleep because, as her husband had often warned her, 
his instincts were to attack a stranger, and besides, the dogs were 
always a little crazy when the bitches were in heat, such as some of 
them were now. It was several young bitches this time, ones that they 
had raised from puppies, so they would have to wait one more season 
before they could be mated. But the worried young dogs did not know 
that, and neither did the anxious males who had yelped and howled all 
last night against the fences that separated them from their breeding 
partners.

Wolf too must have worn himself out with his anguished cries of 
frustration last night, Diane decided as she reached his compound and 
saw no sign of him. Letting the heavy bag of dog food rest against her 
shapely sun-bronzed calf, she reached out and lightly shook the wire 
gate.

"Wolf. Wolf," she called timidly, preparing herself for the sudden 
explosion of growling and snapping that always came if he was awakened 
too quickly. "Wake up, boy. I've got your breakfast."

She could hear nothing over the noise of the other dogs yapping and 
rough-housing with each other and, half-fearful of the eruption of 
fierceness she expected at any moment, Diane pressed her young 
curvaceous body up tighter to the fence and summoned him more loudly:

"Wolf, come on out here, boy! Wolf!"

From the inside of his wooden kennel, she thought she heard a low 
whining, and suddenly fearful, she unlatched the gate and slipped 
inside, dragging the food bag along behind her before she closed it 
again. Deliberately walking heavily on the hard-packed earth beneath 
her shoes, she stepped inside the dog's shelter and gasped with dismay 
as she saw him curled up on the floor, his great hairy back toward her 
as he licked frantically at his lower mid-section.

"Wolf, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?" she gasped 
aloud, alarmed. She took another tentative step forward to see what was 
wrong with the valuable beast. At the slight movement and the sound of 
her fresh young voice, the massive creature became aware of her 
presence in his kennel for the first time and with a menacing growl, he 
sprang to his feet, whirling around to face her. The girl's breath 
caught sharply in her throat and she froze involuntarily on the spot as 
she suddenly saw the real reason for the dog's preoccupation with his 
lower body.

The mammoth dog's long scarlet penis was glistening wetly as it stood 
out in full view beneath the hairy curve of his belly, thrusting 
excitedly in and out of its thick furry sheath, the heavily tapered 
cock-tip dancing obscenely in the air. My God, she exclaimed inwardly, 
he had what looked like an almost full erection!

Wolf's bushy tail started to switch rapidly back and forth over his 
hindquarters, showing his undisguised delight as soon as he recognized 
the human intruder in his pen, but the expression of pure, 
unadulterated fear did not leave Diane's face even at his obvious 
change of attitude. Her sky-blue eyes were wide and round with shock 
and disbelief as she gazed helplessly at the almost obscene spectacle 
before her. In the months that she and Bill had owned the kennel, 
buying and selling and caring for the purebred dogs, the beautiful 
blonde young woman had sometimes seen such things, but it had always 
been from the safety of outside the fence--and always a smaller, less 
imposing animal had been involved. Now, not even four feet away from 
the sexually excited beast, she stood staring, transfixed, barely able 
to believe the shocking size of the dog's fully-aroused sex organ. On a 
man, perhaps its hefty thickness and length would seem normal, or even 
maybe a little larger than normal, but to see this long scarlet shaft 
on a dog, a savage hot-blooded animal who probably weighed more than 
she did, filled her with a quivering dread that she could barely 
control.

"Lie down, Wolf," she commanded shakily, trying to keep her mounting 
sense of fear out of her voice. She knew that dogs were able to detect 
fright in human beings and with a great effort of will, she forced 
herself to turn her back on the tense-muscled animal and walk slowly 
out into the center of his run. With trembling fingers, she tore open 
the top of the feed bag and bent down to hurriedly scoop out a large 
portion of the rich meal into his food tray. Steeling herself, she 
resisted the impulse to look back at the dog, and by the time she had 
filled the tray, she knew that Wolf had obeyed her and remained inside 
his shelter. Her feeling of apprehension gradually faded to relief as 
she realized that what she had seen was not really so extraordinary. 
After all, there were several young bitches in heat in nearby pens, and 
most of the other male dogs had been behaving a little strangely that 
morning anyway. No, she told herself, her fear had been completely 
unjustified, the same kind of selfish hysteria that Bill had often 
accused her of.

As she closed the feed bag again, she calmly resolved to take a firm 
hold of herself or she would never be able to make it through three 
more days alone with the dogs. Even so, before she mustered up enough 
courage to call Wolf out of his house for the bit of affection that was 
as much a part of the daily schedule at the Hartley Kennels as was the 
carefully-chosen food, she cautiously unlatched the gate for a hasty 
exit if necessary.

At the sound of her voice, the huge, beautifully-formed dog came 
bounding happily out the door of his shelter. In the split second 
before he jumped playfully up on her, pinning her with his weight 
against the wire fence, Diane saw thankfully that his huge penis had 
withdrawn and disappeared back inside the hairy sheath beneath his 
loins. She laughed openly and tousled his silky dark ruff as he licked 
joyfully at her face and long smooth neck. She was still a bit anxious 
around him but could not help but admire his raw animal magnificence. 
Standing up on his hind feet, he was strikingly large and feral, 
exciting. His chest was as broad as a young boy's, and she allowed her 
eyes to roam from its huskiness down along his fawn-colored belly to 
the ominous sheath aiming up between his powerful hindquarters. For 
some reason, the dog's flesh-encased sex organ reminded her of the 
sight of male penises, ones belonging to the boys she had dated before 
Bill in college. She remembered how they had jutted up under their 
trousers during seemingly innocent petting sessions in parked cars--and 
she also remembered that she had been mysteriously excited. The 
handsome German Shepherd's ensheathed maleness now had the same 
alarming fascination about it, like some mighty hidden masculine 
strength that was threatening and yet oddly thrilling as well.

Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she quickly raised her eyes and 
stood there in confusion for another long moment, wondering if the dog 
understood her thoughts. What if, somehow, he knew how intrigued she 
was by her view of his heavy, animal sperm-filled testicles swaying 
softly down between his back legs?

It was not until she escaped his playful caresses a few minutes later 
and slipped regretfully out of his run to carry the meal sack back to 
the store shed, that she felt something wet dribbling down over her 
ankle from the calf, something lukewarm in the chill, damp air. 
Unconcerned, she did not even look down to see what it was until she 
had placed the heavy bag in the storage building and was walking back 
across the yard toward the house. Glancing casually down at the drying 
moistness on the naked skin of her leg, she felt a cold shiver run 
through her and had to fight to suppress the surge of nausea building 
up in her stomach.

God, the dog had done something unspeakable during those last few 
minutes she had spent with him!

She crouched down immediately and plucked a handful of the dew-soaked 
grass that grew just outside the house, struggling against the 
revulsion rising in her as she scrubbed frantically at the long white 
streaks on her calf and ankle. She knew instinctively that the enormous 
champion dog had somehow managed to leave the stain of his animal lust 
on her human body and the thought sent strange tremors of sensation 
racing through her mind. To make matters worse, the bunch of wet grass 
did nothing more than spread the thick cream-like wetness over her soft 
skin more widely. With sudden tears of frustration running down her 
face, she tossed aside the useless grass and raced into the house, 
heading toward the bedroom where at last she threw herself down on the 
bed and shook with the half-angry, half-shameful sobs that wracked her 
whole body.

It was all Bill's fault, she raged to herself, her nerves smarting with 
indignation. After the carefully-sheltered life she had led, including 
expensive boarding schools and cultured society, how on earth could he 
expect her to be able to cope with these obscene animals of his? It was 
one thing to talk of raising puppies, as they had when they were still 
in college, but an entirely different thing when it came to enduring 
the disgusting experience she had suffered only a few minutes ago. Even 
imagining how the hulking animal's shining red penis must have silently 
slipped out of its sheath to rub against the unprotected flesh of her 
naked leg made her quake anew as uncontrollable waves of emotion 
rippled continuously through her curvaceous young body huddled on the 
still-unmade bed. The memory of Wolf's dark powerful flanks as they had 
appeared that morning when he had risen to greet her in his kennel, and 
the thick pointed rod of flesh that had jabbed lewdly into the air 
beneath his furry belly, was stamped _indelibly into her mind and she 
cringed into the sheets, trying to erase the appalling vision from her 
brain.

Then, as she struggled with her shock and hysteria, Diane unthinkingly 
placed her hand inside her coat to warmly cover her own full breast, a 
gesture that had often brought her comfort during the days when she was 
alone in boarding school, far from the security of her home and 
parents. It was a childish comfort left over from her life before she 
had met Bill and learned that there was more solace to be found in the 
touch of a man's hand than her own, but even now her agitated body's 
reaction to the innocent touch was anything but child-like. An 
insistent ache suddenly rose deep in her belly, and she was instantly 
aware of her own soft white limbs, her curved hips and taut buttocks 
pressing down into the mattress through the fabric of her light coat 
and cotton dress, her high proud breasts jutting out against the tight 
confinement of her lacy white brassiere. It took her another moment to 
wholly understand the fact that she was strangely aroused and the 
trembling in her body was of excitement and passion, not of shame and 
anger.

For a panicky moment, Diane scoured her brain for some justification of 
the unbelievable thing that was happening to her mentally-unprepared 
body, and she quickly remembered the unsatisfactory love-making session 
that she had shared with Bill the afternoon before. Of course, that was 
it, she mused with a breathless surge of relief. Her young husband had 
aroused her and had then left callously on his business trip while, by 
her own choice, she had still been locked up in their bedroom, fuming 
over his cruel sarcasm. It was no wonder that she was aroused this 
morning, she nervously rationalized to herself. Obviously it was all a 
result of that disastrous experience yesterday afternoon ...

As her slender hands began to roam restlessly over her own warm curving 
body, she resentfully recalled how loving and considerate Bill used to 
be when he made love to her--but that was before they had gotten the 
loan from the bank to buy the kennels! Now, everything in their 
existence, even their most private sex life, seemed to revolve around 
those stupid barking animals outside the house. Though she hated to 
think about it, the newly married young woman had been learning, little 
by little, to resort more and more often to her own devices to satisfy 
the natural yearning that always seemed to well up in her body just at 
a time when her husband was simply too involved in taking care of his 
dogs to pay much attention to her.

But it did not really matter right now. Paramount in her thoughts were 
the insistent demands of her sex-starved body, the sharp tingling 
feeling down between her tightly-clenched thighs. Casting all of her 
natural inhibitions aside, Diane began to knead her ripely throbbing 
breasts, pinching the soft pliant nipples into rubbery hardness under 
her blouse. Then, with a soft, impatient moan, she rose from the bed 
and began at once to take off her clothes.

In another moment, she stood completely naked in front of the full-
length mirror in their bedroom, gazing questioningly at her voluptuous, 
exquisitely formed body. At least, Bill had never been able to complain 
about the way she looked, the golden-haired girl breathed heavily as 
she eyed herself approvingly. Flaxen blonde and perfectly proportioned, 
Diane had long ago grown accustomed to the fact that men automatically 
thought of sex when they first met her and, to tell the truth, she 
suspected that her classically beautiful face and desirable body had 
first attracted Bill to her in college. It had not mattered then, for 
they had fallen rapidly in love with each other, but now she almost 
wished that Bill felt a bit more of that electric sexual excitement 
that had caused their first quarrels when she was still a frightened 
young virgin.

Now that they were married and Diane had learned some of the exciting 
delights of physical love, she wondered if perhaps something about her 
had changed to make him so cold and uncaring. Her worried gaze traveled 
over her lush young breasts standing firm and high above a waspish 
hour-glass waist, her full rounded buttocks topping the long sun-golden 
columns of her perfectly tapered legs. No, there was nothing wrong with 
her body, she finally decided, and certainly her face with its wide 
blue eyes and sensuously pouting lips was just as pretty as it ever 
was. What more could Bill want?

Well, she didn't know, she shrugged, and she did not feel like worrying 
about it right now. Slowly, she placed her palms under her full, milk-
white breasts and lifted them slightly until they hardened out in full 
bloom. She held the softly pulsating nipples between her thumbs and 
forefingers, tweaking them gently into erection, a little moan of 
excitement in her throat. Her left hand began to slide down along her 
awakening body, down to the flat plane of her sides and across her 
stomach to rest on her pale blonde pubic mound, pausing there to rub 
sensuously back and forth over the silky softness of the curling blonde 
strands of vaginal hair. She could feel the wetness flowing down out of 
her strangely inflamed pussy on the insides of her smooth ivory thighs, 
a moisture that was flowing freely now as she edged back to sit down on 
the bed.

Complete surrender to the warm sexual need building inside her showed 
in her passion-glazed eyes as her naked buttocks twisted tensely on the 
mattress, writhing there until she could feel the crisp sheets brush 
thrillingly against the tender swelling of her cuntal lips. Her long 
beautiful legs scissored open and closed slowly as she teased herself 
with the rhythmic pressure of the bedclothes against her tingling 
clitoris. Her breath quickened and the passionate force of her yearning 
grew stronger in her hungry loins.

Diane was astounded that she could feel so thoroughly aroused after the 
disgusting thing that had happened to her this morning but the slight 
shame she felt only stimulated her all the more. Her lipstick-circled 
mouth opened in sensual rapture as both of her hands teased lightly 
over her body as if no longer under her control, floating over her soft 
sleek belly, then coming to rest once again on the golden vee at the 
entranceway to her burning loins. Groaning at the sudden contact of her 
fingers against her sensitively pulsing clitoris, she spread her legs 
far apart, exposing to the air the glistening hair-lined furrow 
nestling between them. Her trembling fingers slid down further on the 
soft swollen lips, pulling them gently outward until the deep pink 
opening was fully exposed to the open room and the mouth-like orifice 
throbbed and sucked greedily inward like the mouth of a gulping fish.

Slowly and tenderly, she wormed her slim middle finger into the moist 
pulsating hole and forced it downward until it was deeply embedded in 
the tight smooth passageway, while at the same time she flicked at her 
throbbing bud-like clitoris with the middle finger of the other hand. 
Afraid to pause as her excitement soared higher, Diane quickly worked 
in another finger alongside the first, sliding it into herself between 
the crimson-colored ridges of her desire-drenched cunt, pushing the 
soft hair-fringed lips outward as she rotated the two fingers in a 
slow, ever-widening circle. Incoherent images of her husband fucking 
into her with his long, lance-like cock flashed through her mind and in 
a frenzy of lust, she levered her legs far back up against her naked 
breasts and ground her buttocks upwards to meet each penetrating stroke 
of her fingers. Her face contorted strangely with the soul-jarring 
effort of her frantic fingering of her open vagina.

It was not enough!

Clenching her teeth tightly together, she squirmed even another finger 
into her ravenously hungry pussy as it contracted spasmodically around 
the instruments she was using to give herself pleasure. Deep moans of 
animal ecstasy issued from her graceful young throat as her loins 
started a hungry, more rapid fucking rhythm, straining toward a wild 
blissful orgasm, thrusting upward into herself to bury the invading 
fingers deep into the tight pink opening between her wide-spread 
thighs. Her blonde flowing hair rippled sensuously around her rising 
and falling head as she groaned out in helpless frustration, trying 
more and more desperately to bring herself to the much-needed pinnacle 
her body desired.

Suddenly a loud whine seemed to answer her own frantic cries. It was a 
high-pitched sound from outside the house. Then another howling whine 
broke through the stillness, and another. She ceased her abandoned 
movements for a moment, her fingers still buried deep inside her hotly 
aching cunt, and she raised her head to listen in surprised wonder. 
From behind the house, she could hear several of the dogs whimpering 
and yapping, and above it all, came the deeper, huskier timbre of 
Wolf's voice howling mournfully from his private kennel. She knew that 
the dogs were only crying because of their yearning to be with the 
young bitches in heat but she could not discard the strange feeling 
that somehow the males were answering her own moans of sexual 
frustration. In her mind, the nakedly squirming young woman pictured 
Wolf as she had found him that morning, his strong animal body curled 
up on the floor of his shelter as he licked his naked unsheathed cock 
with his long slavering tongue.

The great dog, Wolf, seemed to understand the way she felt, the young 
beauty reasoned vaguely as her long delicate fingers began to twitch 
again inside the wet, impatiently throbbing walls of her pussy. She 
thought of the handsome animal that was trapped out there in his locked 
kennel, his primitive instincts all straining toward the tantalizing 
scent of the lusting young female bitches in heat that he would not 
mate with for at least another season. Like him, she was also trapped, 
a virtual captive in her own house, with a thoughtless husband who 
seemed to care nothing about his own wife's needs. Secluded as she was 
this way in the lonely Oak Tree region, she might as well be a sour old 
widow or a crotchety spinster who has given up on the notion of ever 
fulfilling her natural female desires. Then, a peculiar thought crossed 
her mind: If only she too could be a wild bitch in heat just this one 
morning and join the great champion in his pen, maybe they could both 
be satisfied. The idea caused an embittered but wicked little smile to 
twist her pretty mouth.

Suddenly, as her wet fingers pushed in and out of her burning vaginal 
channel, Diane's cheeks flushed a deep rose color and she felt the 
long-awaited orgasm approaching, building inexorably with an almost 
paralyzing force in her hotly squirming belly and in the tortured 
nerves of her loins. She was teetering on the delicate brink of 
orgasmic release, her entire youthful body vibrating with maddening 
expectation.

Then, at last, the dam of her passion spilled over the edge, the hot 
female juices rushing out of her wide-stretched vaginal lips and around 
her rhythmically fucking fingers and running down between her hotly 
quivering thighs onto the sheets beneath her. Her mind whirled crazily 
and blacked out as the storm of her cumming shocked her system for an 
endless moment, her throbbing cunt clasping spastically around the 
fingers inside her that she was using as a pitiful substitute for a 
hardened male penis.

"Oooooh, God, moooorrrre," she gasped deliriously, her voice crying out 
and bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, signaling the intense moment 
of sensuality she was feeling throughout her whole naked being. But 
gradually the waves of pleasure dwindled, becoming weaker and weaker, 
until finally she was afraid they were over altogether. The passion-
crazed girl wanted more, the real thing, and she stayed glued to the 
edge of the mattress, her long, sensuously shaped legs bent back crab-
like up against her huge billowing breasts. She could not bring herself 
to withdraw her submerged fingers from the hot wet passage between her 
upraised thighs until the last dying spasms of orgasm had almost 
completely stopped in her still-unfulfilled body.

Finally, when the frenzy of the half-satisfying sexual bliss had died 
away completely, she felt a brief flurry of anger and removed her hand 
from between her moist thighs, her fingers slithering wetly from her 
partially-satiated cunt. She lowered herself back until she lay 
stretched full-length on the rumpled bed and felt her own cum stain 
cooling where her buttocks pressed against it.

When she had regained her breath a little, she rolled limply over on 
her side and thought about what she had just done. Every time she had 
fingered herself since her marriage to Bill, she had always felt a 
nagging sense of guilt, for she realized that it was shameful and 
unfair to him to give in to her self-indulgent desires this way. She 
chastised herself now, feeling guilty and ashamed, until suddenly she 
remembered the true reason that she had allowed herself to behave so 
disgracefully this morning. After all, she decided, it was just as much 
his fault as hers that she had to resort to such humiliating acts to 
quell the sex drives that sometimes overwhelmed even her normally 
proper conduct as a decent and respectable young lady. It was not as 
though she were some kind of sex freak but only that, just like anyone 
else, she needed to feel loved and desired as a person.

After a few minutes, she raised herself a bit unsteadily from the bed 
and pulled at the cum-moistened sheets to remove them. When they came 
free, she dropped them in a heap on the floor, pausing then to notice 
again the now-dry white crust of the great dog, Wolf's, sperm on the 
lower part of her leg. She felt her earlier revulsion return for a 
moment but defiantly shrugged it away. Actually the huge dog had done 
nothing more immoral than she had done herself right here on the bed, 
the very bed that she shared with her inconsiderate husband. And Wolf, 
lusty dumb animal that he was, had every bit as much right to a 
periodic lack of self-control as she did.



Chapter 3


 The next morning promised a pleasant warmth later in the day. As she 
stood peering out the kitchen window, Diane could see that, although it 
was still slightly overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through 
the light blanket of mist over the trees. The woods were a silvery 
shade of green and she was able to make out several patches of new 
violet-blue flowers that had blossomed open on the outer fringes of the 
garden at the side of the house. To add to the peaceful scene, there 
were perhaps a dozen or so black and yellow songbirds flitting here and 
there among the branches of the scrub pines just beyond the clearing, 
warbling like feathered sopranos in the overall symphony of color and 
sound outside. The young blonde wife could not help but feel buoyant 
and high-spirited, despite her distress of the day before, and she 
actually looked forward to going outside to feed and water the dogs.

After draining off the last of the lukewarm coffee still in her cup, 
she started off toward the main bedroom to change from her heavy yellow 
bathrobe into a pair of jeans and a warm flannel shirt, but just then 
the piercing howl of one of the German Shepherds set off the rest of 
them. Within a minute, the lot of them were barking and whining like a 
small army of banshees and Diane became so rattled that she decided to 
attend to them right away, without even bothering to dress first. She 
knew that they were complaining because it was almost a half hour past 
their regular feeding time. She had slept a little later than usual, as 
she sometimes did when Bill was away on business, and the dogs always 
let her know when she failed to conform to the established schedule.

She hurriedly donned the pair of slippers she had kicked off under the 
breakfast table while having her first cup of black coffee and headed 
for the door at the rear of the house. As she descended the steps 
outside the living room, she was surprised to find that the robe was 
warm enough to protect her against the mild morning air, even though 
she wore nothing at all under the garment. A few moments later, she had 
fetched the weighty sack of dog meal and was within twenty yards of the 
kennel when the dogs heard her and renewed their ear-splitting din. 
Even Wolf was awake and pacing back and forth in his run, his louder 
barking seeming to lead the others on to greater noisy impatience.

"All right, all right, I'm coming," the young flaxen-haired woman 
muttered irritably under her breath as she lugged the heavy sack across 
the yard toward the kennels. In the clearing behind the house she saw 
the dogs bounding about and prancing anxiously in their exercise runs, 
pawing impatiently at the wire fences as they watched her approach. 
They were behaving as though they had not been fed in a week, she 
thought crossly, as at the same time she struggled to keep her robe 
closed and the dog meal from spilling out of her arms. God, if they 
only knew about all the dinners that she had prepared, ones that had 
waited for hours on the table until they were cold, while Bill was out 
here doctoring one of their running noses--or whatever it was he did 
for so long in the kennels--maybe they would not be so loud and 
demanding.

"Hush up, Daisy. Quiet now, Gypsy," Diane sternly admonished two gangly 
half-grown bitches as she approached their pen and unlatched the gate. 
They were two of the ones who were in heat, two of the females who had 
indirectly caused her distressing ordeal with Wolf the day before. The 
flaxen-haired girl scowled grouchily as she slipped through the barely-
opened screen-gate and quickly kicked it shut behind her. Ignoring 
their enthusiastic lickings and jostlings, she filled their trays with 
meal and walked back to the gate. The two fledgling dogs were virtual 
balls of energy but they soon forgot her presence as they went to work 
on their breakfast. Watching them for a moment, she felt her heart 
soften toward them in spite of the rumbles of hunger in her own 
stomach. She knew that these magnificent purebreds were altogether 
dependent upon her while Bill was away and, ironically enough, it made 
her feel rather maternal to realize it. She moved hastily to let 
herself out and go on to the next enclosure full of hungry animals.

Kennel by kennel, she filled the feed troughs and the dogs quieted then 
as they heartily gulped down their slightly tardy breakfast. Finally, 
only Wolf was left to attend to. The irritation that she had felt a few 
moments ago faded with the diminishing racket from the other dogs as 
she stood watching Wolf's antics, smiling to herself as he whined and 
scratched at the fence enclosing his run.

"Don't worry, boy," she consoled in a light mocking tone as she set the 
open feed bag to one side so that she could pull open the latch to his 
pen. "Your royal majesty's breakfast has arrived."

She giggled to herself at his unabashed delight to see her as she 
picked up the meal sack and slipped heedlessly into his compound. It 
made her feel warm and good that the dogs depended so much on her and 
she knelt down on the dirt floor, digging her fingers into his thick 
ruff of sable fur and wrinkling her nose at the sloppy licking kisses 
he planted on her face and neck. She knew he must be hungry but when 
she tried to rise and carry the feed bag over to his empty tray, he 
pushed her imperiously back down to the ground on her plush haunches 
with his hairy muzzle. The beautiful girl experienced a brief flash of 
fear but then smiled affectionately at what seemed to be the grand 
champion's demand for more attention, reminding herself that he was 
isolated and alone almost all the time. She patted his stately head 
without fear, dropping the burden of the sack in her arms to one side 
as the giant German Shepherd's cold wet nose poked boldly under the top 
of her robe and sniffed interestedly at the full snowy mounds of her 
naked breasts under the fluffy yellow material.

"Hey, boy, I think you've got me mixed up with one of those hot-blooded 
young pups over in the other pen," she giggled with perceptibly 
strained gaiety, her bright blue eyes widening with the beginning of 
alarm. The forced laughter died in her now-exposed throat as his 
massive head nuzzled further downward, nosing more brazenly at her 
housecoat until the sash slipped loose and the front of the garment 
fell open. She was startled enough to utter a tiny cry of fear, 
especially when the huge creature lowered his head even further down 
and began to sniff daringly at the naked, unprotected mound of her 
exposed vagina. This was not right, was unnatural, she thought as she 
cowered and tried to move away from his slavering mouth. Maybe it was 
only the scent of the young bitches in heat, the scent that had rubbed 
off on her when she was in their pen, that attracted the big male brute 
to her in this strange way. Whatever it was, she was afraid and wanted 
to finish feeding him and get out of his pen as soon as she possibly 
could.

"Back, boy! Get back!" she commanded with as much authority as she 
could manage to fake under the circumstances. Then, with one sudden 
movement, she made a futile attempt to close her bathrobe and rise to 
her feet but a low rumbling growl from Wolf caused her to freeze in 
terror just as she got to her knees. Her glazed blue eyes popped open 
wide in fearful surprise and she pressed the back of her hand tightly 
over her gaping mouth to keep from screaming out in the stillness of 
the surrounding forest. In her unreasoning dread, she thrust out the 
flats of her palms in front of her in a vain effort to ward off any 
attack upon her that the hulking German Shepherd might make, but the 
miscalculated movement only made her lose her balance. The frightened 
young blonde toppled helplessly over to the ground on her side, her 
long white legs sprawling out under her as the animal growled 
ferociously, standing menacingly over her prostrate form. It was 
impossible for her to move without bringing another threatening snarl 
from him. Her instinctive fear of the dog had returned with such 
paralyzing force that she knew now it was useless to make any attempt 
to intimidate him into obedience with her feeble commands. Just as he 
could sense her helpless panic, Diane could sense his savage confidence 
growing stronger and stronger as he hovered possessively over her 
voluptuously young cringing body.

She tensed automatically, wincing throughout every pore of her being, 
and whimpered as the black and tan dog inched his great head forward 
and searched with his dark spongy nose between her soft fleshy thighs, 
nudging them further apart until the tender pink folds of her hair-
fringed pussy were open to the coolish draft of the autumn air. She 
heard him begin to pant excitedly, his thick cords of muscle quivering 
as the full lust-inciting aroma of her female scent filled his nostrils 
and ignited his interest in her nakedly spread vagina even more. It was 
as though he had cornered a bitch in heat, a beautiful, fully-aroused 
female whose enticing aroma and smooth hairless skin maddened him to 
unheard-of daring. Without warning, his hot pink tongue snaked out and 
began to lick wetly up and down the slightly moist slit between her 
cream-white thighs, probing and swirling eagerly at the inviting female 
odor of her defenseless vagina. A bone-chilling shudder ran through her 
as the long dripping animal tongue slaked hotly up and down on her 
naked genitals, all the way from the top of her naked young cunt to the 
tiny puckered ring of her anus cringing below it. It was almost more 
than Diane's tortured mind could bear as she lay frozen and helpless 
under the huge dog's explorations of her sensitive loins with his 
lapping canine spear of flesh.

"Oh, no, God, Wolf, stop, stop," she begged tremulously, her panicky 
voice breaking into an uneven wavering tone, but the enormous dog 
seemed not to hear her despairing pleas and continued his efforts to 
burrow his relentlessly flicking tongue up into her, to find the vital 
source of the teasing sexual scent that was crazing him. With a harsh 
forward thrust of his head, he drove the helplessly writhing young 
woman down flat on her back in the dirt and wedged his salivating 
muzzle deeper into her trembling loins. For a moment, the terrified 
girl tried weakly to twist away from the stubborn attack but another 
sinister snarl from the brute monster crouching over her vulnerable 
young body made her collapse back to the ground. His mercilessly 
spearing tongue ran searingly along the full length of her narrow moist 
crevice again and again, flicking relentlessly between Diane's wide-
spread legs. Then, suddenly, it darted deep into her vaginal opening, 
spreading apart the blonde's wispy down-lined cuntal lips like a knife 
slicing through butter. Fear-stricken moans tumbled from her fright-
ovalled lips as the dog's hot lingual lance flicked fluidly into her 
openly-spread loins. She repeated over and over to herself, as if in a 
trance, that she must remain motionless and not provoke him in any way, 
for he might become really violent and hurt her seriously out of sheer 
frustration and animal rage.

And yet, despite her horror and revulsion at what was happening to her, 
the helplessly-trapped girl began to feel something unexpected taking 
place inside her, something like tiny chills of forbidden excitement 
beginning to flutter all along her spine from the perverted stimulation 
of the dog's feverishly sluicing tongue. Good God, she thought, surely 
her mind was temporarily deranged by the reeling shock of this 
grotesque mistake of nature, for certainly no normal woman could be 
aroused by this weird thing that was taking place. A thing like this 
could happen only in nightmares or lewd fantasy stories written by 
perverted people with unbalanced minds. She vaguely remembered that the 
gate to the kennel was behind her, that there was a way to escape if 
only she would reach out and open it with her hand. If she called upon 
her dwindling reserves of strength, she could crawl out of the wire 
door on her hands and knees, but the weirdly rising thrills that were 
coursing through her drained off the last of her will and courage. And 
besides, the little prickles of pleasurable sensation that Wolf's 
rampant tongue set off in her hungry body left her too weakened to drag 
herself even that short distance.

"Oooh, don't, pleeease, Wolf," she moaned futilely, feeling her 
resistance disappear more with every passing second as he licked harder 
up between her open thighs with ever-increasing urgency. She was 
completely at the mercy of the ruthless dog and found herself pushing 
her nakedly trembling buttocks unwillingly upward toward the fiery 
lance that was drilling in and out of her now moistly secreting cunt 
and slurping obscenely at the tiny puckered lips of her anus. In her 
blurred brain she was dimly aware of the sounds of the other dogs 
barking and whining excitedly as though in a medley of applause and 
bestial frustration. Oh, God, were they all watching her lewd surrender 
to Wolf, she asked herself through her haze of confusion as the 
champion brute's mouth opened and nibbled softly on her wet, dilating 
pussy and lapped away the final reserves of her resistance to the 
strange bestial attack. All around her the general clamor and low 
sexual whines in the kennel seemed to grow louder and Diane felt the 
first needling worry and concern about the noise they were making. 
Soon, soon she would have to escape ... somehow ... find a way to make 
the dog release her ... to speak to him in a tone that would make him 
obey.

The other dogs were setting up a raucous unbridled uproar and she knew 
she had to do something right away.

"I mean it, get back, Wolf!" she shouted at the huge worked-up German 
Shepherd whose head was thrashing unceasingly between her lewdly-spread 
legs, his thick, hungrily-licking tongue slobbering voraciously in and 
out, up and down and back and forth on the ravishing young woman's now 
steadily-pulsating vaginal slit. "Back, boy! Please, please get back."

But her own voice betrayed her weakness and sounded even in her own 
ears like a frail useless mewling that came from far away, a sound that 
was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was fogged with 
haziness and nothing was real to her but the teasing burning sensations 
that flowered throughout her obscenely ravaged loins. The riotous 
barking from the other pens went on, unabated, and she finally let her 
head fall back on the hard-packed dirt as she at last admitted to 
herself how hopeless it was to try to master her own wanton desire. She 
knew now that she could do nothing but lie here and allow the lewd 
incident to run its course, until the great German Shepherd was 
finished with her and she had reached the unnatural climax that was 
driving her nerves ruthlessly toward the point of breaking. She 
labored, gasping for air and began to moan wickedly as she pressed her 
involuntarily responding loins upwards, trying to make firmer contact 
with the wet, excitedly swollen lips of her cunt up against the 
passion-inciting hotness of the dog's hungrily drooling mouth.

Then ... just as her self-control was moments from deserting her 
completely, "Get away from her, dog," a deep male voice sounded from 
outside the kennel. In the next few moments, everything happened so 
fast that the impassioned young blonde could barely comprehend it. The 
huge dog, Wolf's, hotly-slaving mouth lifted immediately from her lust-
saturated loins, depriving her of the wildly rising sensation of the 
animal tongue fucking up between the pink, wide-split edges of her 
throbbing young pussy. Next, she heard the thin metallic click of the 
gate to the pen as it opened, and a few seconds later, a pair of strong 
calloused male hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her bodily from 
behind, her heels dragging in the dirt. It all took place so quickly 
that even the immense dog was surprised and had no time to snarl out 
his protest at being cheated of his gorgeous human victim.

Diane's first, shock-dazed reaction was frustrated resentment that the 
delicious erotic sensations had been so abruptly interrupted but then, 
as she slowly regained her wits, a crippling tide of dismay and horror 
flooded her consciousness. Scalding tears of shame overflowed from her 
tightly-closed eyes as she searched her dazed brain for some kind of 
excuse, some logical explanation, for her vile lascivious behavior. But 
at least she was being rescued from this horrible, shameful ordeal by 
her husband, the man whom she had been accusing of inconsideration and 
selfishness for the last two days.

"Oh, Bill, Bill, thank God you're home," she sobbed wretchedly, 
forgetting in her hysteria that he was not due to return home for 
another two days. "Wolf trapped me, darling ... I--I couldn't get away 
from him ... it was awful!"

"Well now, it didn't look that way to me, lady," a brusque masculine 
voice drawled sarcastically from behind her. "Sure, you were fighting a 
bit, that's true, but it looked to me like your hot little pussy was 
twitching like a live wire."

Oh, my God! she groaned inwardly, realizing in that instant that it was 
not Bill. How could it be? Her husband would not be back before 
Wednesday at the earliest! At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, 
Diane's girlish, fear-flushed face blanched pale white and she clutched 
reflexively at the front of the soiled yellow robe that was bunched up 
beneath her, attempting to cover her nakedness. Her eyes flew open 
wide, blinking several times as she tried to focus through the blur of 
her tears and the sudden blinding brilliance of the sunlight. She could 
not identify the shadowy form towering above her still partially-
exposed body as she endeavored to draw her bathrobe around her on the 
ground.

"Who--who are you?" she finally managed to ask in a stilted voice, 
after she had concealed her exposed front from his leering view.

"I'm Jack Green, ma'am, and I'm the caretaker over at the Taylor 
place," his mockingly-amused voice drifted down to her. "And listen, 
you sure don't have to worry about covering yourself up for me. I don't 
mind at all seeing the sweet young curves on a gal like you."

"Oh, no! You're a caretaker over at the Taylor place?" the embarrassed 
young woman asked, truly flabbergasted by his announcement. My God, she 
moaned, this on top of everything else! As if it were not bad enough to 
be caught red-handed in such a humiliating position, her rescuer turned 
out to be a common hired hand from a nearby estate! Not only that, the 
man was rude and insulting, an oaf who was obviously incapable of 
understanding the circumstances that had led up to her being in such a 
compromising situation with their prize German Shepherd. She wrenched 
herself up into a sitting position, curling her legs under the skirt of 
her robe as she gathered the top of the garment more tightly together 
over her upper torso.

"Now tell me, ma'am, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with being 
just a caretaker?" Jack Green inquired in a sterner tone, his sarcastic 
grin and the bantering sarcasm in his voice swiftly dissolving as he 
stiffened his shoulders in indignation. "Maybe you'd like it better if 
I put you back in there with that hot-blooded dog of yours?"

His ominous suggestion caused Diane to look up and carefully study the 
man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to rescue her from the 
lewd advances of the huge animal. Just the sight of the man, this Jack 
Green, increased her sense of humiliation and debasement all the more. 
His face had a rather grizzled appearance and he was well into middle-
age, perhaps forty-five or even fifty years old. He wore khaki trousers 
and an ancient moth-eaten sweater that drooped sloppily down from his 
broad but slouchy shoulders like a shapeless sheath of worn-out 
drapery. As he stood there with his arms folded across his barrel 
chest, the man's natural strength was apparent even though hidden under 
his shaggy sweater. She remembered how easily he had dragged her out of 
Wolf's kennel, as though she were a mere feather and no challenge 
whatsoever to his well-tempered muscles. Another thing seemed curious 
about this stranger: the wry, impertinent glint in his watery hazel-
colored eyes. It was certainly more independent and arrogant than that 
she had seen as a child in the eyes of the servants who had been 
employed by her father on their family estate. This Jack Green, an 
unshaven man whose hair was greying, met her gaze evenly and made her 
sheepish embarrassment of a few moments ago turn slowly into haughty 
anger. Momentarily, she forgot her awkward state in relation to him and 
felt her blood begin to boil with resentment at his insulting attitude 
toward her.

"Thank you, Mr. Green, but I'm finished caring for the dogs this 
morning," she said glacially as she rose to her feet and stood facing 
him with a patronizing expression on her exquisitely featured face. In 
a cold, measured tone of exaggerated formality, she added: "Actually, I 
would like to know exactly why you're on our property. I must thank 
you, of course, for your timely arrival and the help you gave me, but 
I'm certain my husband would disapprove of a stranger wandering around 
our grounds without permission."

"He's away, is he?" Jack grinned suggestively.

"Well, yes, he is ..." Diane blurted out, suddenly angry with herself 
for volunteering information that was none of the caretaker's business 
and might even threaten her safety. "But he's due back very soon ... 
any time now."

"Is that so?" the middle-aged man smirked, nodding his head toward her 
with a significant wink of one of his twinkling greenish-brown eyes. "I 
wonder what he'd think if he'd found you in there with that horny dog 
... I mean, if he turned up before, I did." The man's insulting gaze 
raked over her soft curvaceous form and, although Diane clenched her 
robe tightly around her nakedness, she could not quite avoid the 
disturbing sensation that this lonely servant was staring right through 
the material and devouring the naked curves of her body with his 
burning eyes. This was really impossible, she rankled, her lush upper 
lip arching slightly upward in ill-concealed distaste at the 
caretaker's presence. One thing, she was relieved that Bill was not 
here now, since he had been raised in a less sophisticated household 
than she had been, and he had no real understanding of how to deal with 
lower class people such as this common vulgar man. This Jack Green 
should be put in his place--despite how undemocratic that might seem to 
the blonde's less refined husband--or perhaps she might not be able to 
live down the awful mortification that she had undergone this morning.

Staring at some undefined point beyond the older man's unkempt grey 
hair, she smiled faintly in a manner that she had often seen her 
striking, well-brought-up mother smile when coping with insubordinate 
servants.

"If you'll come to the house with me," Diane said frostily, "I'll pay 
you a little something for your trouble this morning." Despite her 
feigned reserve, she heard her voice waver slightly from the after-
effects of the unnerving experience she had just endured, but she 
stretched her graceful aristocratic neck arrogantly straight, her head 
held high, and turned on her heel to set off toward the house without 
another word.

Standing in the grassy clearing near the dog, Wolf's, kennel, the 
middle-aged man stared after her for a moment, his hazel eyes darkly 
pensive as the beautiful, excitingly-shaped young woman's haughty words 
registered fully in his mind. Despite his shabby clothes and generally 
disheveled appearance, Jack Green was a proud man and had the single 
distinction of being one of the earliest residents of the still 
relatively undeveloped Oak Tree area. His father had cleared land and 
worked hard to eke out a skimpy living from the untamed forest, and 
Jack's own status as caretaker of the Taylor estate was no more than a 
symbolic token of admiration and respect from the wealthy Taylor 
urbanites who had purchased the property that old Mr. Green, Jack's 
father, had never bothered to gain ownership of from the government. 
Among the local citizens in sparsely-settled Oak Tree, Jack was 
regarded as a bit of an eccentric and a loner but certainly not the 
stupid clod that this prissy little blonde seemed to take him for.

The crow's-feet around his greenish eyes deepened as the wiry man 
recalled how he had first seen this stuck-up little bitch as he had 
been strolling through the woods this slightly hazy autumn morning. 
Despite what had sounded like cries of terror at first, she had 
actually been squirming like an over-heated little wanton on the dirt 
floor of the kennel as that fired-up German Shepherd had lapped 
ravenously at her stark-naked pussy. He felt his rancor kindling anew 
as he remembered how she had treated him ... her cold, snobbish 
dismissal of him and his willingness to be friendly ... and maybe even 
more ... after he had helped her out of the dog's pen. It was just too 
damned bad that she was such a tight-assed little slut, he frowned, 
shaking his head disgustedly as he ambled off slowly toward the house 
into which she had already disappeared. Hell, he had already been 
courteous enough to service several of the lonely wives in Oak Tree 
while their husbands were busy working in the city or out drinking with 
their friends, and he had been eagerly looking forward to a pretty 
young sexy addition to his personal rural harem.

After the interesting little show the gorgeous young blonde had staged 
with that big stud dog, he had pretty well decided that he had just 
discovered the prettiest, most available piece of ass for twenty miles 
around. Now, though, his keen sense of frustration only added to the 
annoyance that he already felt and he hoped to get her down flat on her 
back and fuck her silly to even the score. He walked dourly through the 
front entrance to the house, not even bothering to stamp the dew-soaked 
leaves and caked mud from his heavy work boots before he trod across 
the deep-pile beige carpet just inside the doorway.

Diane was waiting in the living room, wearing an impassive expression 
on her face to conceal the consternation she felt as she sat primly in 
an easy chair. Her yellow bathrobe was cinched tightly around her tiny 
willowy waist as she rummaged with studied nonchalance through a purse 
she had snatched off a peg on the clothes-horse in the entranceway. 
Unfortunately, the purse contained little more than some loose change 
and a dried-up container of mascara--nothing she needed to spruce up 
her appearance in a hurry.

She lifted her eyes automatically when she heard her neighbor's hired 
hand's heavy footsteps grow louder as he approached, her gaze 
intensifying with glowering indigence as she watched the unkempt 
character striding indifferently toward her, heedless of the trail of 
muddy prints he was leaving behind him on the expensive carpet that she 
and Bill had bought with her parents' generous cash wedding gift.

"Please, Mr. Green, the carpet!" she burst out in dismay, horrified at 
the man's insolent lack of consideration, but before she could protest 
further, he had already settled himself in his grimy old clothes on the 
plush velour sofa that they had also purchased with a portion of her 
parents' wedding gift of money. God, what a boorish man, she rankled, 
and yet for some unknown reason she found herself wishing that she 
could retreat to the bedroom and make herself presentable in a nice 
dress as well as apply make-up to enhance her appearance ... anything 
to give her more confidence with this crude, incorrigible man. Her 
bedraggled-looking state, her robe still smudged from the floor of the 
dog kennel, made her feel helpless and unable to do anything but stare 
at him in exasperation.

As if things were not bad enough, here she was with only a few loose 
coins and some useless cosmetic in her pocketbook. She had no idea how 
in the world she was ever going to get rid of this disgusting man now--
not without something to give him as a little reward for his timely 
arrival when she was at the mercy of Wolf's sexual attack upon her.

"Hey, why don't you just relax, honey?" Jack Green asked huskily, 
grinning suggestively at her from his seat on the sumptuous couch. 
"Let's just have a little drink together and be friends about this 
whole thing. And if you really do want to give me something, how about 
a good pup when that big hairy stud of yours decides to get interested 
in something else besides your pretty little tail?"

"Friends?" Diane sputtered in fury and disgust at the shabby man's 
unbelievably crude comments. In the space of a second, she remembered 
just what kind of person he was, that he was lower class, and her anger 
cooled slightly, gradually turning into a mere cold distaste for him. 
Her eyes blazing blue with sparks of contempt, she spat out, "I don't 
associate with people like you, Mr. ... Mr., whatever your name is."

Rising then, she crossed the room toward the bedroom, disappearing for 
a few moments only to return with a bundle of garments that she had 
grabbed out of a closet just inside the door. Hurling them across the 
living room toward Jack, she shouted, "Here are some of my husband's 
old shirts so you'll have something clean to wear--if you ever decide 
to take a bath!" Then, pointing one trembling finger toward the front 
door, she punctuated her insult by adding, "Now get out of our house 
and don't ever trespass on this property again!"

The patiently-indulgent smile disappeared from the middle-aged man's 
weather-toughened face as he slowly lifted himself from the now dust-
blemished couch. Diane shuddered and instinctively pulled her robe more 
snugly around her throat as she felt his penetrating yellowish-brown 
eyes roving boldly over her sensuous curves. He ignored the shirts that 
lay in a rumpled heap on the floor where she had tossed them and walked 
slowly across the spacious room toward the spot where the beautiful 
twenty-one-year-old blonde stood quivering with uncertainty.

"You can keep those things, little lady," he informed her, pointing at 
the shirts with a contemptuous glint in his eyes that was contrary to 
the friendly drawling tone of his voice. "But there's something else of 
your husband's I'd like to have ... something he doesn't seem to use 
very much."

"I-I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Diane stammered feebly, a 
sinking sensation growing suddenly in the pit of her stomach. The grim 
realization was slowly dawning on her that this unusual man was not 
responding as she had intended him to, that he was not at all 
intimidated the way she had expected he would be.

"Yep, honey," he continued, a salaciously-knowing grin crossing his 
face as he came closer to her nervously-trembling body, "you wouldn't 
be half so mean ... and you sure as hell wouldn't be playing around 
with that dog out there ... if you just got enough hard cock to satisfy 
that tight little pussy of yours. As a matter of fact, I'd say that a 
nice man-sized fuck would be a fine reward for saving you from that 
damned animal out there. Wouldn't you say so, honey?"

Diane gaped incredulously at the ungroomed, foul-mouthed stranger, the 
full meaning of his lewd words registering with a stunning impact on 
her shock-numbed brain. Under her bathrobe, she felt the muscles of her 
naked, unpantied tummy contract with dread and a chill helpless feeling 
crept along the length of her spine. Still, though, she could not tear 
her fixed gaze away from his face as he stood before her, his calloused 
hand resting cockily on his hip as he waited for her answer to his 
obscene proposition.

"You're ... you're crazy!" she finally gasped, reeling a little. "You 
don't mean that you want me to ... to let you ... to ... to pay you 
that way?"

The shoddily-dressed man chuckled in a vulgar tone at her obvious 
distaste for him. Well, she would change her tune soon enough, he 
assured himself with unswerving confidence as he felt his cock begin to 
jerk to life in the crotch of his khaki trousers. His intrusive eyes 
roved down the front of her robe, ogling the smoothly-rounded contours 
of her large heaving breasts and her thinly-curved waist where the 
yellow material of the housecoat flared outward over the luscious 
swells of her perfectly-formed young hips. Christ, he gasped to 
himself, there can't be a more perfect body than that, not anywhere, 
not only for the perfection of every beautiful line but also for the 
pure potential of untapped sexual energy that seemed to radiate from 
it. Christ, she was a flawless little bitch and he could hardly wait to 
get his hands on her soft white flesh, to turn her into a mindless mass 
of animal lust like that dog had almost done a few minutes ago. 
Actually, he had never had to take advantage of an unwilling woman in 
his entire life but this little bitch's high and mighty attitude pissed 
him off--especially since he had seen her almost having a wild session 
with the big German Shepherd behind the house. Goddamn it, if a dog 
could make her go crazy that way and make her forget all of her snotty 
ways, she'd go absolutely berserk when her hot little cunt was stuffed 
full of a real man's cock, the same one that had kept so many of the 
so-called ladies and untouchable wives of Oak Tree happy and smiling 
all this time.

"Yeah, baby, that's right. I'm going to fuck you," the middle-aged 
caretaker informed her bluntly, relishing the expression of shocked, 
unbelievable horror that distorted her proud young face. "I'm going to 
fuck you until you beg for more, and you will too. They all do."

His filthy words made Diane want to scream, to cry out in disbelief, to 
do anything to put a stop to the incredible series of events that had 
victimized her ever since Bill had left on his business trip two days 
ago. That this horrible unsavory character could even conceive of her 
allowing him to use her body and commit adultery as though she were 
some kind of common tramp was the greatest of all possible insults!

"You pig, you! You insane pervert!" she shrieked at him. "My husband 
would kill you with his bare hands if he ever found out what you just 
said!"

Jack exploded into a long convulsive quaking of gruff sadistic laughter 
before he quipped, "You can just tell him that big dog stretched your 
hot little pussy. Hell, he'd understand."

With a tiny cry of maddening frustration, the dazed young wife whirled 
quickly around and made a break for the front door but her attempted 
escape was stopped short by the older man's long, sinewy arm that 
snaked out around her waist. She stood staring at him frantically, like 
a wild animal at bay, then made a move to retreat backwards but her way 
was blocked by the living room wall behind her.

"No, you can't do this to me, my husband will kill you, I told you!" 
she gasped fearfully, her eyes searching desperately for another means 
of escape. "No one but my husband has ever ... done it to me."

"Well, baby, there's a first time for everyone," the older man replied 
callously, without the least sign of compassion, his lust-glazed eyes 
traveling even more directly up and down her deliciously young 
trembling form. An electric shock jolted her every nerve as she felt 
his extended hand slither out and around her ribs and on down to the 
flat plane of her tummy as he edged closer to her, his leathery 
unshaven face now only inches from her own fear-twisted face. Traveling 
down to the base of her tremulous belly, his rough fingertips rotated 
in small teasing circles against the soft hair-covered mound of her 
vagina, pressing against her robe until the fluffy fabric wedged into 
the narrow crevice between her thighs. To her horror, the young wife 
felt her knees buckle momentarily and yet somehow she managed to shake 
the sudden giddiness enough to keep from toppling over onto the floor.

"Tell me, honey," the hired hand taunted as she leaned back against the 
wall for support, "tell me that you don't want me to fuck the shit out 
of you. You're still as hot as a firecracker from that big dog licking 
your hot little cunt, aren't you?"

Diane stiffened as though suddenly she had been doused with ice water. 
Her lush mouth fell open loosely and her blue eyes widened in utter 
horror as she felt the faint beginnings of betrayal in her own young 
body add to her sense of helplessness against this crudely arrogant 
man. She felt his powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his 
big rough hands slipping down further to encompass the full rounded 
spheres of her buttocks. The blood rushed hotly to her face at the 
horrible shame of having this complete stranger pawing her tensed fear-
stricken body with his hands, hands that were heedless of her mounting 
dread.

"Stop it, stop it, do you hear me? I'll scream for help," she 
threatened futilely.

"You go right ahead, little lady. Scream your head off, because 
nobody's going to hear you but those dogs out there," he grinned evilly 
into her lovely face, adding, "I locked your furry boyfriend's pen 
before I came in, so don't count on him to cheat you out of the fucking 
I'm going to give you."

She could do nothing but gawk at him, aghast, searching for some tell-
tale sign of mercy in the caretaker's face, but there was nothing but 
lust in his features and she quaked helplessly as his teasing fingers 
massaged and stroked her cringing, tightly-clenched buttocks as he 
pulled her more firmly against the huge bulge in the crotch of his 
trousers. God, why was he doing this terrible thing to her? she groaned 
to herself. Desolately, she wondered how she would ever be able to face 
her husband, Bill, again after all that had happened during the seeming 
eternity since he had left to scout for additional breeding stock.

Even through the layers of their clothing, the shuddering girl could 
feel the intruder's lust-aroused penis rising to greater hardness 
against the soft plane of her belly, its hot pulsating rigidity sending 
little shivers of unwanted excitement shimmering up through the walls 
of her vagina. If only she could clear her head she might be able to 
think of a way to escape from this debasing situation ... She had only 
been doing her job, feeding the dogs, when suddenly everything had gone 
haywire and something strange had taken control of her life, tearing 
its control from her hands ... And now, she could hardly think of 
anything but the insistent pressure of the hidden rod of flesh jabbing 
out and throbbing suggestively against her tender vulnerable flesh.

Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was 
powerless against his greater strength and slowly he lowered his head 
until his lips closed over hers, completely engulfing her soft pink 
mouth, his tongue working deep between her lips and into the warmth 
between her teeth. She moaned weakly as his big hands jerked her pelvis 
more tightly forward against his, the harsh throbbing bulge at his 
loins causing an uncontrollable flutter of excitement to ripple through 
her soft flesh and center in her helplessly tingling vagina. The 
caretaker suddenly reached up with one hand and pinched hard against 
the soft rubbery nipple of her right breast through her robe igniting a 
flash of mixed pain and pleasure in the futilely-struggling young 
woman's captive body. She uttered a low helpless groan which was 
quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his saliva-moistened lips 
clamping down hard over hers once again.

Great surges of fiery shame washed over her as she felt the forbidden 
pleasure of the man's experienced touch relentlessly overcoming her 
desire to resist him. After these last few days of constant sexual 
stimulation and frustration, she felt her passion snowballing suddenly, 
beginning to drown out her fear and intense humiliation. Her breath 
caught in her soft milky throat as she felt the man, Jack Green's, 
invading hand slip audaciously under the front of her robe, slithering 
lizard-like up and down over the smooth fleecy flesh of her quivering 
hips. He let his hand brush lightly several times over the blonde 
curling strands of her pubic mound, his fingers pressing gently but 
insistently on the outer flanges of her pink swelling pussy-lips. She 
groaned and quailed with each gently pressured touch against her 
tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to gain control over 
the flowing tide of passion creeping through her passion-inflamed body.

"N-no ... no, p-please, don't," she beseeched him weakly as she felt 
the grey-haired man's strong hand burrowing deeper into the crevice 
between her tightly-clenched thighs. Suddenly his thick blunt finger 
began to trace the thin, pink-furrowed slit of her naked cunt and, 
against her conscious will, her muscles began gradually to relax until 
her legs opened slightly to his touch.

Diane's slender hands flew up to his powerful shoulders, her long nails 
digging into his tough flesh through his ragged sweater. Even as a 
brief sensation of repulsion swept over her, lascivious waves of 
involuntary desire spiraled crazily through her burning loins and in 
her belly as he parted the soft sparse pubic hair and slowly, 
deliberately, teased his middle finger deep up between her warm moist 
vaginal lips.

"Oooooooh, God nooooooo," she moaned in protest even though she sensed 
her own sexually-aroused dampness spreading from the unwanted 
excitement that was taking over her entire being and she bit down on 
her lip to hold back the noises of delight that were rising up from 
deep in her graceful throat.

Heated tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her flushed cheeks as 
the horrified young housewife suddenly recognized that her traitorous 
body was actually giving in to the thrill of this man's fingers probing 
into her hotly throbbing vagina. Her eyes closed despairingly as her 
hips began to thrust slowly back and forth of their own volition, 
matching the lewd rhythm of his teasing finger-fucking up between her 
slightly-spread legs.

"That's the spirit, honey," he crooned triumphantly in her ear. "You're 
starting to like old Jack, eh? That tight little cunt of yours is 
getting nice and wet just like it does for your hubby. You're about 
ready for me to fuck you now, aren't you?"

Diane could not speak. Words of indignant horror formed in her tortured 
brain but died in her throat, lost in the sensual shock of his thick 
fingers teasing and flicking mercilessly around her now hotly quivering 
clitoris. Her shamelessly aroused young body jerked responsively as she 
unwillingly allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper into the waves of 
delectable sensation that were coursing through her. Every muscle in 
her exquisite body was taut as she unconsciously worked her loins 
forward now toward the maddening probe between her open legs.

"Well?" he demanded again, thrusting his finger up into the tightness 
of her pussy walls with a quick, unexpected rush that shocked the 
breath out of her lungs. "Do you want to fuck, honey?"

"Oh, God," she moaned, miserably torn between her guilt and her female 
body's electric demands. "I ... oooooh."

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that," he chuckled knowingly as 
he felt her supple young pussy muscles rippling excitedly around his 
buried finger. Bringing his other hand up to clutch at her long flaxen 
blonde hair, he drew her tear-streaked face back to him and kissed her 
wetly, his thick wet tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his fingers 
began to torturously tease up into her quivering cunt once more. Then 
Diane felt him begin to pull her across the room, slyly edging her 
captured body toward the plush red velour couch as he continued to 
deftly titillate her excitement-drenched vagina. Somewhere in her 
anguished brain she knew that the moment of her ultimate defilement and 
subjugation was drawing ever closer but she could no longer find the 
will to resist. There was nothing she could do but moan defenselessly 
as his hands took the most indecent liberties with her helpless young 
body, causing convulsive little twitches of unwanted delight to race 
through her glistening wet genitals.

"Let's take that rag off you, honey," he whispered hoarsely into her 
ear. "I want to get another good look at what I'm gonna put my cock 
in."

Diane hung her head in shame and did not even struggle as she felt him 
tear open the knot of her belt and slip her fluffy yellow robe down 
over her naked shoulders. She closed her eyes, deliberately refusing to 
think about what was happening to her, assisting him by her passive 
submission until she felt her single protective garment fall into a 
soft, useless heap down around her slender ankles. As the cool air of 
the room rushed over her beautiful naked body, she heard the older 
man's sharp intake of breath. His big work-hardened hands clutched 
hotly at her full heaving breasts, kneading, squeezing, rolling the 
tiny pink nipples until they became hard and distended, throbbing 
almost painfully under his fingers. Finally she felt his wet, passion-
heated mouth encircling one of the tiny erected tips, his tongue 
flicking maddeningly over the taut point of flesh. And then his hands 
left her swelling breasts, drawing his fingers down along her ribs to 
her hips to push her gently down on her back onto the sofa. Her eyes 
were still clenched shut against the harsh reality of what was 
occurring in her own living room as the young wife lay motionless and 
defeated on the plush cushions of the couch. She could hear a rustling 
of clothes as he undressed beside her.

There was nothing left for her to do now but submit, she thought 
numbly, as she lay completely naked in the muted light of the living 
room. Where could she run without any clothes on and who would ever 
believe her if she tried to explain exactly what had happened to her? 
Her own husband already thought that she was silly and self-indulgent, 
she thought bitterly, so why not give in to the selfish desires that 
were coursing through her blood-stream like a conscience-killing drug? 
And yet she did not want this ... this horrible, older man forcing her 
to satisfy his lewd desires with the softness of her body. No, no, she 
couldn't go through with this! It wasn't right for a married woman to 
commit adultery like this, no matter what the circumstances.

Suddenly her wandering mind was forced back to the reality of the 
present by the knowledge that another weight was settling down on the 
couch, down below where her long white legs dangled uselessly over the 
edge of the cushions to the floor below. She felt harsh hands grasping 
her right ankle, lifting it high in the air and finally placing it down 
high over the back of the sofa. The springs squeaked as he crawled 
between her now widely-parted young thighs, causing her to stiffen in 
apprehension of the brutal rape she knew was about to begin at any 
moment.

"All right, honey, let's open up those baby-blue eyes," he commanded 
gloatingly. "I've got something I want you to see."

She obeyed slowly and reluctantly. She saw him kneeling between her 
wide-spread thighs that he, himself, had spread open, his sinewy body 
completely naked now and his weathered face twisted in a lewd salacious 
grin. Her gaze trailed downward along his broad muscular torso to the 
thick hardened penis standing out from beneath the little overhang of 
his slightly paunchy belly.

Her eyes began to widen in mounting revulsion and frightened disbelief 
as she visually measured the abnormally large penis that pointed toward 
the ceiling like the shaft of a large menacing weapon. God, it was 
enormous!

Jack Green stared directly into her awe-rounded eyes and his licentious 
smirk broadened as his hand lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised 
foreskin back and forth over the hard blood-engorged head.

"Think it's big enough, baby?" he asked her, a triumphant gleam burning 
in his eyes. "Now, aren't you glad that your hubby's not home?"

At the sound of his cruelly-taunting voice, loathing and nausea swept 
over her again, nearly destroying the erotic sensations that possessed 
her. Even so, she could not help but gape at the massive size and 
thickness of the fleshy hardness dominating her vision. She sensed that 
the middle-aged man was enjoying the devilish brutality that he was 
subjecting her to but she could not tear her incredulous gaze from the 
heavily-veined rod of male cock-flesh that he was still holding and 
stroking in his hand.

Still, she could barely believe its fantastic size and wondered how any 
normal woman could safely take such a huge thing inside of her without 
stretching her vagina unbearably. She tried to imagine that great 
monster buried inside the narrow, hair-fringed folds of her tight young 
pussy and a quiver of paralyzing fear coursed through her.

"It's ... oh, God, it's too big," the blonde-haired girl managed to 
stutter in a last ditch effort to voice her resistance.

Jack Green continued to massage the granite-hard tower of flesh, 
slowly, tantalizingly. "That's what all the wives around here say ... 
the first time," he leered at her. "But you're going to take every inch 
of it, honey, every hard throbbing inch of this big baby ..."

Once again, the tears dribbled down Diane's flushed cheeks as she 
realized that there was no appealing to this vile man. He was not her 
sensible Bill, nor any of the other men who had jumped to fulfill her 
every wish all her life. She tried to steel her senses for what she 
knew was to come, refusing to listen to his insulting words and filthy 
implications any longer. Her anguished brain was too occupied with the 
hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of knowing that 
there was no escape, that she must endure his lewd assault. With Bill 
gone away, she was utterly alone and subject to this man, Jack Green's, 
every ruthless wish.

"I'm going to make you lick my balls before I'm finished with you," he 
rasped down at her. "You're going to cry for me to fuck that snobbish 
little cunt of yours ... beg me to bury this cock so deep up in your 
high and mighty little belly that you'll be able to taste it ... just 
wait and see!"

"Please, please, don't," she begged pitifully, trying a last time to 
appeal to his conscience but knowing as she looked into his rugged, 
triumphantly-smiling face that he would show no more mercy to her than 
he would to any common whore that he had paid for off the streets. She 
whimpered in terror as he crawled up over her prostrate spread-eagled 
body, pinioning her shoulders to the cushions with his strong arms and 
hands. Then he lowered his head and sucked the tiny, erect nipple of 
one breast into his mouth, biting into it painfully until her nakedly-
trembling buttocks writhed in agony beneath him.



Chapter 4


Diane lay unmoving beneath him, her fear-clouded eyes fixed on the 
workings of his mouth as he blurted out the obscene filth to her, its 
lewdness penetrating and echoing throughout her dazed brain.

"Now take it in your hand, honey and guide it into that hot little 
pussy of yours," he ordered, his sex-glazed eyes gleaming sadistically 
down at her.

"No ... no ... I can't."

"Put it in, you stuck-up little cunt," he snarled in furious impatience 
at her hesitation. "Do it now or I'll slap you silly."

Diane had no doubt that he meant what he said. Trembling with dread and 
humiliation, she reached down between their bodies with one hand and 
encircled his thick throbbing cock with her soft white fingers. A 
sudden cowering expression crossed over her face anew as she felt for 
the first time the true size of the mammoth rock-hard shaft.

"Oh, God ... God, I can't. It's too big ... please ..."

The grey-haired caretaker opened his mouth to torment her further, then 
quickly decided that he could stand this waiting no longer. With a 
savage grunt, he grabbed her parted legs behind the knees and shoved 
them roughly all the way back against her tightly-pinned shoulders, 
dropping his weight on her body to hold her fast. His long rigid cock 
brushed against the soft down of her pubic hair as her slim delicate 
ankles wedged tightly around behind his head. He could look down 
between their prone bodies and see her upturned young ass-cheeks 
completely exposed to his lusting view. The narrow cunt-slit was 
visibly throbbing as he held the moist pink furrow wide apart with the 
outward pressure of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.

Diane trembled, her brain whirling with a confused mixture of fear and 
anticipation as she felt the hugeness of the older man's fleshy 
hardness lying on the full length of her helplessly-open vaginal slit. 
Her eyes widened in a sudden, unexpected delight at the sensation of 
this first soft rubbery contact against the smooth sensitive edges of 
her naked pussy. The blunt jerking head of his cock rested pulsing 
between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up 
and down, in a maddening teasing motion as her soft smooth hips jerked 
involuntarily upward and she felt the rubbery mushroom-shaped tip slip 
hotly down over her distended clitoris. The young blonde housewife 
clenched her teeth tightly together, fighting with all her will against 
the subtle titillating sensation that was gradually firing all her 
senses again. Her shame and mortification slipped gradually out of her 
consciousness as the man gently moved his lower torso, sliding his long 
thick cock back and forth over the sensitive exposed flesh of her 
vaginal lips.

She groaned again, praying that her body would not betray her further 
as it almost had earlier out in the kennel with the dog, but his expert 
ministrations on the tender, unprotected parts of her defenseless body 
were already forcing her into surrender. After a long moment of 
desperate struggle within her blurred and confused mind, the flood 
gates of her sexual desire burst open once again. All the hurt and 
frustration she had been holding secretly within herself ever since her 
husband, Bill, had begun to seem more interested in his dogs than in 
her, suddenly reached a peak and she knew that she could not wait one 
more moment for the desperately-needed release that she had been trying 
to cope with so unsuccessfully. It didn't even matter now that his man, 
this stranger, was dirty and unshaven, that he had sadistically 
tormented her in her weakest moments ... nothing mattered but the long 
thick length of hard flesh teasing mercilessly at the thin hair-fringed 
mouth of her cock-starved vagina.

Shamelessly abandoning the last of her scruples, she ground her wide-
spread buttocks upward toward his huge, heavily-throbbing penis, her 
hungry wet cunt searching desperately for the bulging blood-filled tip.

Oh, God, no matter whose it was, she had to have it in her!

Frantically, Diane reached down between the softly-gyrating cheeks of 
her ass and tightly grasped the full length of the rock-hard penis, 
heedless now of the threat of its size as she felt it throbbing 
excitingly in her fingers. This was what her body was screaming for! 
Being careful not to scratch the precious fleshy hardness, she 
carefully guided it up into the cleft of her buttocks and wedged the 
thick pulsing cock-tip in between the wetly-swollen lips of her cock-
starved pussy. She held it there with one hand and placed the other on 
Jack's backside, drawing him downward with all of her girlish strength 
to push him into her blazing hot pussy, to quench the gnawing need that 
was driving her completely insane with animal lust.

The caretaker grinned obscenely down at her beautiful, flawless face. 
It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward to skewer the 
squirming little bitch's cunt on his painfully aching cock but the 
desire to punish her for her disdainful attitude when he had tried to 
be friendly with her, overcame his immediate passion. He wanted to see 
her suffer a little, to realize just how much she truly wanted a long 
hard male cock to be shoved into her proud little belly. Haughty and 
spoiled, she was a classic example of the type of city people who were 
unthinkingly changing the sylvan peacefulness of Oak Tree into just 
another characterless suburb and this wild fucking he was going to give 
her might be the best opportunity he would ever have to wreak vengeance 
on the people who were ruining his beloved woods. Besides, if anyone 
ever needed to be taught a lesson, this arrogant little blonde 
housewife did. Well, he would do it; he would fuck her until she 
couldn't even walk. The lewd satisfying thought caused him to flick his 
hips forward, pushing his cock-head harder against her naked young 
cunt.

Diane gasped as she felt the super-sensitized lips of her now hotly 
tingling vagina being forced wider apart. The tight elastic opening 
momentarily resisted the hard cruel pressure of the older man's 
bluntly-pressuring cock-head, then suddenly gave way, allowing the huge 
blood-filled tip to slip just up inside. The pain was excruciating and 
she automatically resisted, whimpering out loud at the monstrous 
painful intrusion into her tightly-clenched cuntal channel.

The hired hand felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her 
soulful protest and he was unable to conceal the evil grin that 
immediately formed on his lips.

He shoved again.

"Oooooooh, noooooo stop, you're hurting me!" Diane screamed. Her 
upthrust legs jerked spasmodically on either side of his heavy body, 
kicking futilely into the air to escape the cruel impalement. She 
stared pleadingly up into the grey-haired man's face but found no pity 
or compassion in his expression, only a sadistic lust that made her 
blood run cold.

Slowly, he forced his massive span of lust-hardened flesh into her 
constricting inner passage, filling her moist, vainly resisting cuntal 
cavern inch by inch. Jack Green could barely contain the excitement 
that the helplessly protesting young housewife gave him as he slowly 
and relentlessly penetrated further and further into her futilely-
resisting cunt and again and again he flexed his hips against her wide-
split loins, until at last, he could stand it no longer.

He had to fuck the snooty little bitch and right away!

He rammed brutally forward, dropping his weight down on her, smashing 
her full, firm breasts flat beneath his powerful chest as he rammed his 
hips forward at the same time. His thick hard cock plunged into her 
moist, squirming cunt with the cruel force of a battering ram, bruising 
the soft tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling waves 
before it. There was no stopping it until he felt his balls smack 
resoundingly against her tiny wincing anus that had screwed itself deep 
down into the cushion in an attempt to escape the sudden vicious 
impalement.

"Oh, my God, you're ripping me apart! Aaaaaaaaggggh!" she wailed, her 
skewered form pinned helplessly to the sofa. Her arms were 
outstretched, palms against his hips, trying to ward off the blood-
filled head of the prick that pressed like a hot heavy rock against her 
fragile womb. Her vagina felt battered and stretched as though she had 
been impaled on a sawed-off young sapling tree. In agony, she fought 
the hard, fleshy invasion, squeezing tightly together the muscles of 
her helplessly-upturned buttocks to keep the rampaging prick from 
burying itself further into her tortured young pussy but with every 
struggling movement the hugely throbbing cock-head seemed to burrow 
even more deeply into her. The man's outstretched arms held her 
shoulders pressed tightly to the cushions, his wide-spread knees 
wedging her quaking thighs far apart. She felt as though her body was 
being torn down the middle, that the fiery cock had gone all the way up 
past her breasts and was about to come out of her throat.

The heavily breathing man's lips curled into a lascivious grin as he 
saw her face cloud with the pain of his first cruel lunge into her. 
Glancing down between their joined bodies, he could see his greying 
pubic hairs tangled lewdly with her golden blonde ones, the gleaming 
base of his tremendous cock buried to the hilt between the moist, curl-
lined lips of her wide-stretched vagina. He only wished that he could 
record this moment in a photograph, so that the aristocratic little 
bitch would never be able to deny, even to herself, that she had been 
spread-eagled and fucked senseless this way by what she thought was 
only a low class caretaker. By God, he was certainly making her scream 
and yell, and he was about to give her a fuck that she would never 
forget for as long as she lived.

Beneath him Diane struggled uselessly against the agony of his sudden 
forced entry. Though she tried desperately to push it out by flexing 
the muscles within her straining pussy, each throb of her insides 
seemed only to excite him more and he plowed even deeper into her wide-
split cuntal passage. She could feel his huge sperm-laden balls lying 
down against the tiny, softly-flexing lips of her rectum as he lay 
buried deep up inside her futilely-straining belly. There was not one 
ridge or vein on the mighty hammer-headed cock that she could not feel 
as the tender wet walls of her cunt clasped around it like a tight-
fitting elastic sleeve. At the very end of her anguished vaginal 
passage, she could feel the huge rubbery tip throbbing against her 
cervix like a second heart in her body. The gentle pulsing of the thick 
shaft within her sent tiny jolts of pain and faint pleasure flitting 
through her trembling body and she moaned softly beneath him.

The naked man felt the slight throbbing pressure she exerted against 
his deeply-buried penis and smiled delightedly at the hot sensual 
urgency he felt. He had waited patiently for this and hovered 
motionless over her quivering prostrate form until she became 
accustomed to his thickness rammed far up inside her white little 
belly. Still not moving his body, he flexed his heavy, blood-filled 
prick inside her, stretching her vaginal walls ever further apart.

"Ooooooh, God, noooo," she whimpered, her eyes tightly shut as she 
fought the fine line of pleasure-pain.

He throbbed the stiff rod again in the hot-channeled depths of her 
tight narrow passage, watching her wincing face below.

She groaned again, but more softly as she felt the embedded cock 
expanding the tight-stretched walls of her throbbing passageway.

"Ooooh," she gasped breathlessly as the older man flexed again.

"Noooooooooo, pleeeeeease," she pleaded, her eyes clamped tightly shut 
as she seesawed between the tiny throbs of pleasure and the lingering 
pain. He flexed the stiff rod again deep in the interior depths of her 
cunt, relishing the responsive grimace of pain that distorted her now 
slightly-perspiring face. She groaned again but this time with less 
suffering in her tone as she felt the deeply-embedded cock expand and 
press outward against the tight-stretched lining of her vagina.

"Gaaaaawwd," she gasped breathlessly as he flexed again and again, 
setting a teasing rhythmic pattern to his tormenting movements. Her 
pain-tensed face relaxed slowly and he could feel slight, still-
uncertain answering throbs around the pulsing head of his deeply 
imbedded prick as her prostrate body began to slowly respond to the 
maddening flexing of his member. She groaned helplessly beneath him as 
her smooth, milk-white buttocks began the gradual involuntary rolling 
that signaled the unmistakable rekindling of the uncontrollable fires 
smoldering deep in her naked loins. He could barely contain himself as 
he felt her hungrily-nibbling young cunt begin to clench tightly around 
his achingly-hard penis.

Diane could also sense her soft warm body reacting, sparking into the 
beginnings of an ecstasy that she had never known before. The agonizing 
pain had given way to another sensation, a deep thrilling tingle that 
rose from deep in her womb and seemed to saturate her entire body with 
an urgent need to have even more of the brutal impaling cock deep up 
inside her viciously-filled belly. Her smooth silken flesh seemed 
totally alive now with lewdly swirling sensations that throbbed out in 
tiny dancing waves across her white skin from her head to her toes each 
time the huge buried penis lurched far up in her belly. A burning need 
centered hotly in her upraised loins, making her heavily-filled cunt 
involuntarily dilate and twitch around the rock-like pole that was 
stuffed into her. She wanted more of it, wanted to feel the swollen 
cock drilling in and out of her moist hungry passage. Instinctively, 
she drove her young buttocks upward, grinding herself against his 
pelvis but he remained motionless, above her, his weight pressing her 
back down into the cushions. She could not move and she felt like she 
was about to go out of her mind with the fiery frustration that blazed 
inside of her helplessly-pinioned body.

"Oh, please, please, do something," she gasped, looking pleadingly up 
into the unshaven face above her. She saw a sadistic grin of lewd 
delight crease the caretaker's weathered face.

"Did you say something, little lady?" he taunted, sending a 
particularly forceful throb into the very depths of her being.

"Oooooooh," she breathed helplessly, as she rotated her lush young hips 
up around the hard fleshy rod. The dilated lips surrounding her pink 
wet slit nibbled hungrily at the inflated prick, sliding moistly down 
the penis for several inches then working slowly back up until his 
curling dark pubic hair meshed with hers and the full length of him was 
again embedded deep in her softly heaving belly.

"What? What did you say?" he insisted mercilessly, pulling his muscular 
loins a teasing few inches away from her. He watched gleefully as she 
strained upward, trying to capture his length again as he kept pulling 
his monstrous, wetly-glistening cock just out of her reach.

"Oh, God, please do it to me," the distraught girl begged, her eyes 
wide and pleading.

"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he demanded loudly. "Say it! Tell 
me to fuck your cunt!"

"Oh, no, I can't! I just can't," she moaned. This, Diane knew, would be 
the final humiliating surrender. Her resistance this way was the last 
thing she had left. She couldn't let him have the satisfaction of 
hearing her grovel and beg for him to do it to her. After that, there 
would be no escaping the fact that she had wanted it as much as the 
caretaker did and she would never be able to face herself or her 
husband again.

"Do you like that?" he mocked her, rubbing the broad rubbery tip of his 
thick cock up and down the full length of her hungrily-starving pussy. 
"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh, God, yessss," she gasped.

"Do you want me to stop now?" he demanded, throbbing the huge fleshy 
shaft just up inside her hotly-contracting pussy. He flexed it harder 
and harder. "Do you?"

"No ... Yes ... Ooooooooh, I don't know! No, no, don't stop. Don't 
stop!"

"Then beg me, bitch," he snarled, losing patience with this waiting for 
her surrender. With a low growl, he grabbed her naked shoulders and dug 
his fingers painfully into their ivory softness. As he roughly shook 
her trembling body, he commanded again, "Say the words!"

"Oooooooh, nooooo, I can't ... nooooo ..." she moaned, but even as she 
uttered the words, the overpowering knowledge of her guilt and 
helplessness melted her last defenses and she knew it was useless to 
struggle anymore. Though her own weakness sickened and repulsed her, 
the urgent demands of her aroused body had completely conquered her 
protesting conscience. It was no longer a matter of right and wrong. 
All that mattered was that she wanted him now, now, wanted his lust-
hardened cock to be set in motion to match the desperate desire that 
was churning within her. At last, through tightly-clenched teeth, she 
hissed bitterly, "All right ... fuck me right now. FUCK ME!"

As she closed her eyes in humiliated defeat the older man's face 
twisted into an obscene smirk of victory. Savoring his sweet revenge, 
he levered himself up into a push-up position and slowly withdrew his 
deeply-imbedded length until only the bloated mushroom-like head still 
rested within the moistly glistening lips of her tender young pussy. 
His anger was quickly forgotten as he felt the intoxicating friction of 
his massive gleaming staff against the smooth moist walls of her cunt 
and as a new wave of intense passion pulsed through him, he gathered 
all his muscular strength and rammed forward again, the broad fleshy 
head of his thick cock pushing the soft flesh of her warmly-welcoming 
cuntal channel before it like buttered velvet, until the entire length 
was buried once more in her wide-stretched pussy.

This time there were no cries or pleas for mercy, only the throaty 
animal sounds of a lustful woman reaching out for pleasure. To his 
delight, Jack Green felt the aroused young housewife's trembling hands 
snaking up around his body to clasp around behind his buttocks, pulling 
at his tightly-clenched muscles to draw him even deeper into her aching 
belly. Confident now of her unconditional submission, he began to 
slowly grind his loins up between her open thighs, pistoning his great 
thick cock in and out of the tightly-clenched cavern that was now wet 
and slippery from the delicious young blonde's unchained passion. The 
velour sofa shook and squeaked wildly beneath them as Diane jerked 
herself desperately up to meet his every slamming thrust, grinding her 
nakedly-writhing buttocks higher and higher to get more and more of his 
wonderfully-skewering cock deeper up inside her.

Her neighbor looked victoriously down to see the thin soft ridges of 
her pink cuntal flesh pulling outward with every outstroke and then 
disappearing back into her as his moist glistening length was swallowed 
whole back into the tight, greedily-working opening. He slowed, 
fascinated by the utter abandon of her labors as she strained against 
him, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her curving red lips. 
Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrusts 
becoming more urgent, and he knew that she was straining to cum. The 
inner fluids of her hotly-milking vagina were beginning to flow and he 
could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out fucking movement of 
his huge jack-hammering cock driving in and out of her freely. Suddenly 
her back arched almost a foot off the jiggling sofa and she bucked 
wildly against him.

"Oh, God, yes ... yes, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming!" she wailed. "Oh, fuck 
it! Fuck it harder, fuck it harder!!!"

With a deep-throated groan, her desperately-writhing body began to 
quiver uncontrollably, creamy viscous fluids oozing out from her hot 
vibrating pussy to cover his impaling rod with its sticky warmth. It 
trickled down the valley between her smooth rounded buttocks and over 
his still sperm-loaded balls that smacked hard and noisily down against 
the tiny brown-puckered ring of her anus.

The middle-aged man lost the last of his self-control as the young 
blonde wife of his neighbor jerked spasmodically against him, trickling 
the last of her orgasmic juices against his hair-matted pelvis. He 
reached up, grabbing her ankles and pushing them viciously back over 
her shoulders until she cried out from the pain of her inhumanly-bent 
body. Half mad now with lust, he pulled his deeply-buried prick from 
her until only its excitedly-oozing tip penetrated the soft swollen 
lips of her vagina. Then he rammed forward with all of his stored-up 
strength, burying the full throbbing length of his sex-incited cock 
deep into her wholly-exposed pussy. The slap of his sperm-bloated balls 
slamming against her upturned buttocks resounded loudly throughout the 
room.

She had had her fun and now it was his turn.

Clamping his mouth tightly over hers, he slipped his tongue deep 
between her open lips, muffling the gasps forming in her throat. His 
broad shoulders pushed against the back of her symmetrical-rounded 
calves, locking her in that defenseless position as he fucked deeper 
and deeper into her. Snaking his sun-bronzed hands beneath her whitely-
grinding buttocks, he tightly grasped each full soft cheek of her ass, 
cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, squeezing the warm fleshy 
orbs and pulling them wide apart.

He began long hard strokes into her seething vagina and the quivering 
walls, lubricated from her climax, clasped hungrily around the fleshy 
hot rod, slithering up moistly to devour its length all the way to the 
hilt. His sperm-filled balls slapped into the dampness between her 
buttocks and his own breathing came in short angry bursts. The sight of 
her magnificent young breasts dancing wildly with the buffeting her 
lower body was undergoing, the tightly erect pink nipples bobbing 
before his eyes, made him plunge even more deeply, driving her several 
inches back on the soft cushions and making her neck arch with the 
sudden lewdly-inciting sensation.

"Oh, yesssss, ooooh," Diane groaned out her submission to the obscene 
sensations racing through her cruelly ravished young body. There was no 
longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through 
her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and 
even the agonizing thought of her total surrender to this perfect 
stranger she had met only a half an hour ago sent lascivious chills of 
increased desire prickling around the base of her spine as she 
responded to the measured rhythm of the caretaker's heavy cock driving 
in and out of her now-voluntarily-upturned loins. She could feel each 
movement of the huge fleshy shaft in her hotly-clasping cunt walls, the 
giant head slithering up and down the warm slippery passageway, and 
hear the sharp slap of his bloated balls against her tiny hairless anus 
as he lunged forward with each in-stroke. Maddening rushes of cool air 
eddied between her wide-splayed thighs each time he withdrew, teasingly 
cooling the thin rivulets of sweat that trickled hotly down from his 
powerfully straining loins.

Her womb flared and the now completely unresisting lips of her hair-
lined vaginal furrow flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her 
secret genitals. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under her 
legs to slip around his back. Her fingernails clawed a red-streaked 
path down to his muscularly-flexing buttocks as she pulled him deep and 
thrust her fleece-covered cuntal mound up hard to skewer herself 
deliciously on the hotly-driving hot flesh of his wildly-pumping cock. 
She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that was shoved deep in 
her throat through the older man's widely-opened lips and in the lewd 
excitement, she swallowed greedily the droplets of his saliva that ran 
down it. Her body began to match his pounding lunges with her own 
rhythmic thrashing.

The heavily-straining sofa squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly-
entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sound of deep 
straining grunts and groans filled the sunlit living room, mingling 
with the flat smacking sounds of sweat-soaked flesh banging against 
sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous slurp of his pile-driving cock 
ramming in and out of her slippery, passion-drenched cunt.

"Christ, honey, you're a good fuck," the caretaker grunted, fucking 
faster and faster into her with a maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded 
eyes filmed over by the force of his sexual excitement. He could feel 
his hot white cum boiling up in his heated balls as they beat hard 
against her uptilted ass. He was ready to explode. He savagely shoved 
his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled 
the wide-spread cheeks of her hungrily-grinding buttocks hard up 
against his jack-hammering pelvis as he rammed his expanding cock all 
the way to the hilt inside her soft, now gratefully-welcoming cunt.

Diane was rocketing to a new and thrilling height of pleasure and her 
breath whistled and rasped from her throat in short cries of passion. 
He fucked mercilessly into her willing vagina and with the depth of 
each lunge, she screamed from the sheer lust and pleasure that she 
felt. The young blonde housewife could feel her insides stretching 
painfully as the head of the deeply-sunk cock suddenly flared into a 
hugeness that threatened to tear her belly wide open and then it began 
to spurt out its thick creamy load like a firehose gone wild!

She could feel the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like 
molten fire. The pores of her cunt clasped around it, absorbing it, 
erupting in reply! Again her cum juices flowed out around his jerking 
prick.

This was what she had been needing for so long and now she could not 
bear the idea that it might ever stop. Reaching frantically around 
under her hungrily-squirming buttocks with both hands, she began to 
desperately milk at the excitedly-emptying balls pressed tightly into 
the split of her wide-spread buttocks. Her long shapely legs kicked 
out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of his heavily 
plunging body. The huge, rhythmically-throbbing cock continued to jerk 
out its orgasm, the white hot spurts filling her womb to the bursting 
point and foaming back out of the hotly-contracting lips locked so 
tightly around it.

"Oh, fill me, fill me some more," she babbled incoherently. The smooth 
hot walls of her cunt clasping and unclasping wildly at him, milking at 
the jerking male organ like a sucking starving mouth, until it gave one 
last spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked dry from it.

The exhausted man collapsed limply across her wetly sweating young 
body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly-
deflating cock. It seemed to go on forever until, at last, she too 
sighed and quivered to limp stillness. Her legs fell lifelessly out on 
either side of his semen-drained body and one arm dangled wearily over 
the edge of the couch. Her still warmly-contracting young belly was 
filled to the point of bursting with the obscene mixture of their hot 
sticky cum.

Green lay panting for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly 
dragged himself off the exhausted young housewife's still form, his 
almost limp cock sliding slowly and wetly out of her battered and 
bruised cunt. Diane's blue eyes fluttered open at the withdrawal and 
she felt an immediate sense of loss until she remembered what had 
happened and who was standing beside the couch on which she lay.

A sudden spasm of horror and shame took hold of her mind as she 
imagined how she must look, lying there exposed, her belly sperm-
filled, next to a strange man standing nakedly over her. Raising her 
head, she could see that they were still obscenely connected by a thin 
gleaming string of sticky sperm that stretched downward from the head 
of his limply hanging cock and across her thigh to disappear down the 
blonde curling valley between her thighs. It pulled taut and then broke 
as he turned away to pick up his grayish cotton shorts that lay on the 
floor beside the couch.

"How'd you like it, honey?" the naked middle-aged man grinned 
pervertedly as he stepped into his underpants. "Now, aren't you glad 
your hubby wasn't home today?"

"Oh, God, can't you just leave me alone?" the young wife said 
miserably. "You've gotten what you wanted from me, now just go away ... 
please," she whispered meekly as she saw a now-familiar sardonic grin 
spread across his grizzled face. "Won't you please just leave me alone 
now?"

"Hmmph, it's hard to believe that you're the same hot-assed little 
bitch who was screaming and twitching for more cock only a minute ago," 
he said, staring pointedly at her still-trembling body. "Maybe you need 
another round to settle you down."

"Oh! God, no, I couldn't," she gasped in horror, then blushed at his 
chuckle of amusement. It was impossible to deal with this ruffian, she 
self-righteously decided, and quickly grabbed her robe up from the 
floor to cover her nakedness from his laughing gaze. Even that meager 
gesture seemed to give her back a little of her self-respect and 
lifting her chin with as much dignity as she could muster under the 
circumstances, she impatiently watched him don his pants and ancient 
sweater.

"Don't feel bad, honey, not many women could do it twice in a row with 
me," he assured her conceitedly as he sat at the other end of the couch 
to put on his heavy boots and lace them up. His eyes sparkled as he 
added, "When you feel up to a good fuck again, you can always find me 
down the road."

That was the last straw for the humiliated blonde girl. Heedless of the 
yellow robe that slipped to the carpet as she rose to her feet, Diane 
strode over to the chuckling man, her hands clenching tightly into 
angry fists. Never in her life had she been so angry and insulted and 
without thinking, she drew back her arm and prepared to deliver the 
most powerful wallop she could to the caretaker's smirking face. But he 
was faster than she and in the next moment she felt both of her hands 
being held together in an iron grip and, before she knew what had 
happened, she was lying on the sofa once again, her arms and legs 
sprawling obscenely in the position of her fall. Above her, Jack Green 
hovered menacingly for a moment, then stepped back, laughing out loud.

"Damn, I can understand now why your hubby doesn't want to mess too 
much with that pretty little pussy of yours," he rasped as his hilarity 
subsided. He shook his head in mock disbelief. "Never heard of a woman 
who didn't like to be fucked before. Maybe you've been spending too 
much time with those goddamn dogs, honey."

His mocking comment came altogether too close to the real truth of the 
situation and Diane's eyes lowered shamefully as she remembered how the 
man had found her earlier that morning. Unable to bear one more word of 
the man's teasing banter, she pressed her palms tightly against the 
sides of her head and silently prayed for some sort of merciful end to 
this seeming eternity of torturous degradation.

Miraculously, when she looked up a few moments later, he was gone. She 
could barely believe that it was over ... almost. For above the whining 
and barking of the dogs that had suddenly begun outside, she heard the 
stranger's mocking laughter ringing loudly in the woods around the 
house. It was not until it faded into the distance that she could bring 
herself to move from where he had flung her onto the sofa ... and then, 
at the sight of his muddy footprints on the rug and her soiled yellow 
robe, she broke down completely and wept out her torrent of shame and 
regret at the lewd adultery she had just committed on her own husband's 
couch ...



Chapter 5


Late that night, the snug rustic Hartley home in Oak Tree had an almost 
festive appearance from the outside, little blazes of light shooting 
out through the windows to brighten the clearing surrounding the 
structure. Inside, however, Diane Hartley paced around like a caged 
tigress, opening and closing doors as she manufactured one excuse after 
another to search through the rooms, reacting to some undefined fear 
that had lodged in her unsettled mind after the sun had set over the 
forest.

Having made what was probably her twentieth tour of the house since 
darkness had closed in around her, she sat down at the kitchen table 
still heaped with Bill's clothing that needed mending. She picked up 
the needle and thread from the floor where they had fallen when she had 
thought she heard some peculiar sound outside a few minutes before, and 
went back to work repairing a torn pocket on one of her husband's wool 
shirts.

It was silly to be so nervous, she admonished herself, for, after all, 
she had spent many evenings alone in their house and not been afraid. 
But that was before she knew that the dense woods out there harbored 
other creatures more menacing than the gentle deer and shy rabbits that 
occasionally she had seen there. She strained her ears for any sound 
from the kennels but the German Shepherds were evidently peacefully 
asleep and no other sound interrupted the woodland quietness.

She knotted and cut the thread she had been using, then tossed the 
mended shirt beside her on another chair. After several soundless 
moments had passed, she rose and walked back toward the living room. 
She winced slightly as she entered the room and glanced at the red 
velour couch on which Jack Green had crawled between her wide-spread 
legs and fucked her into submission that morning. A dull ache still 
throbbed in her bruised loins and she tried vainly not to think about 
the cause of it. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she 
found herself realizing all over again that she had actually betrayed 
her own husband behind his back. She had allowed another man, a low 
class stranger, to seduce her and had actually responded to the 
debasing experience like some cheap whore whose existence depended upon 
the presence of a hard male penis between her legs. The slight soreness 
in her ravaged genitals was a small enough price to pay for the 
adulterous way that she had behaved that morning.

"Don't think about it, just don't think about it, or you're going to 
start crying again," she said aloud, finding comfort in the sound of a 
human voice, even her own, in the house. She had spent most of the 
afternoon weeping as she lay stretched out on the bed, reliving her 
shame and guilt over and over again, but not even that great flood of 
tears could soften the horrible memory of what she had done, had 
allowed to happen to her young body in the throes of her own desire.

Later that afternoon, she had dozed off, exhausted by her racking grief 
and by the intensely emotional and physical ordeal itself. When she had 
wakened, she had felt relieved at first, certain that it had all been 
nothing but a bad dream. She a risen from the bed, in which she had 
been cowering like a criminal for hours, and felt the tender soreness 
of her harshly-used breasts. Even the soft nylon nightgown that she had 
put on sent sharp pangs of pain running through the firm white mounds 
as the material rubbed against the raw, tooth-marked tips. And yet, 
worse than the pain, there was the awful knowledge that she, a formerly 
faithful young bride, had truly enjoyed the caretaker's fiendish rape 
of her succulent young body. There would never be any way that she 
could justify the wantonness that had over-powered her, had caused her 
to lurch and writhe toward her own vulgar fulfillment under her 
attacker's pounding body. Before today, she would never have believed 
that she could have behaved like such a common slut and now she could 
not help but be terrified as she wondered what was to become of her and 
her marriage after this. It was an ominous and frightening thing for 
her to face by herself and as dusk had fallen around the house, Diane 
had felt her fear building to unmanageable proportions. Irrational as 
it seemed, she was terrified that there might be someone outside the 
house, someone waiting for the right opportunity to slip inside and ... 
and ... well, she didn't know exactly what might happen, but she was no 
longer so self-assured that she could handle any difficult situation 
that confronted her.

Prowling through her home, Diane considered turning on the radio or 
television, anything for company, but she knew she would not be able to 
sit still long enough to listen or watch. She knew she wouldn't be able 
to sleep tonight and made no effort to try. A night-owl's mournful cry 
outside the house made her shudder and, when she realized that there 
was really nothing to be afraid of, she sat down in the kitchen again, 
wearily brushing a blonde curl away from the side of her pale, worried 
face. She knew that she would have to calm down soon or go out of her 
mind with fear and irrational dread.

She picked up one of Bill's sports-jackets that had a button hanging 
loosely from the side pocket and dropped it on the breakfast table, but 
not even her guilt could make her like the prospect of repairing the 
garment. It seemed so useless now, as though everything had changed 
forever and it was senseless to even think of her husband's wearing 
clothes that she had mended. If only he were here, she thought 
somberly, somehow she might be able to explain everything that had 
happened and he would understand, comfort her. He would somehow know 
that none of it had been her fault, not really, and he would kiss away 
her wretched unhappiness and tears of shame.

In the next moment, her gaze fell on the blue wall beside the kitchen 
sink and lingered thoughtfully on the telephone receiver hanging there 
on its cradle. Maybe ... maybe she would call him ... She rose abruptly 
and walked to the bulletin board on the wall beside the telephone. As 
she flipped through the tacked-up notes that Bill always left there 
each time before he left on a business trip, she smiled with the 
anticipation of hearing his deep masculine voice. At last, she found 
one of the business cards with the address and telephone number of the 
kennel he was visiting. If she got in touch with the owners, perhaps 
they would know the name and number of the nearby motel where Bill was 
staying.

She lifted the receiver and began to call the long-distance number but 
when she had finished dialing the area code, an unexpected stab of 
doubt caused her outstretched hand to stall and then finally drop to 
her side. No, there was no way to explain this, she suddenly realized; 
at least, she could never make everything sound right and true over the 
telephone. He would probably be all the more upset by her sketchy 
emotional account of the affair than if he heard it first-hand from her 
in person.

If he had not taken their only car, maybe she would have driven up to 
see him, even though it would mean that the dogs would be left alone 
for a whole day. But there was no car and, now that she thought about 
it, she would no doubt have just as hard a time telling him what had 
happened face-to-face as over the telephone.

The hopeful smile drained away from her pretty youthful face as she 
realized the true futility of her position. God, how do you tell a man 
that his own supposedly-faithful wife spent the morning groaning and 
writhing adulterously, legs spread shamelessly wide under another man's 
hard-driving penis? Even to her, it sounded too shocking and insane to 
be true, and even if she were able to convince him that it had all 
happened as it did, why should he ever forgive her? Even she was not 
certain that the horrible episode had happened as she remembered it 
now. Maybe her own mind was playing cruel tricks on her now and she had 
been far more responsible for the obscene interlude than she dared to 
realize.

Well, it was her responsibility to protect Bill from the ghastly truth, 
she decided, because she loved him too much to cause him suffering 
simply for the sake of clearing her own conscience. She would try to 
stick this out in silence and suffer alone for her terrible mistake. 
And yet, it would be hard. She knew that she would never be able to 
curl up in his lap again and nip playfully at his ear in girlish 
innocence without remembering Jack Green and how she had actually 
submitted to his filthy rape of her shamelessly-willing cunt. It would 
be like a penance that she would have to bear by herself, a scar that 
she would have to hide for the sake of her husband. Yes, time might 
dull the memory but it would never completely erase it.



Chapter 6


"Hey, hey Wolf, slow down boy," Diane commanded as she tugged at the 
plaited leather leash that the huge animal had almost wrenched out of 
her hand. The enormous animal had apparently caught some interesting 
scent in his nostrils and wanted to follow it but the flush-faced young 
blonde fought to guide him back onto the trail. It was a magnificent 
day, unexpectedly warm and sunny, and the forest ground was springy 
under her feet. The usual gray haze of the morning had dissolved and 
now, just after mid-day, the sun was blazing down brilliantly, cooled 
only by a light breeze from the south that ruffled and swept away the 
last traces of clouds. She was aware of the late hour, troubled by the 
thought that this was grooming day for the dogs and she had to be home 
in time to brush and comb each one of them carefully while there was 
still enough light.

It was the day after her indecision about confessing to Bill and she 
had awakened that morning feeling slightly better. In the clear light 
of the dawn, she had resolved that her conclusion last night, not to 
tell Bill anything about what had happened, was a good idea and now she 
should make every effort to forget the nightmarish experience. It would 
do her no good at all to dwell on the horrible memories of the cruel 
rape and besides, she had made up her mind to avoid any further contact 
with that common man, Jack Green, again. Surely he realized that she 
could get him into serious trouble legally if she ever wanted to go to 
the police with the story of how he had sexually assaulted her ... in 
her own home. No matter what kind of woman the caretaker had thought 
she was after finding her in that compromising position with Wolf, he 
had no real right to force her to make love with him, to mock and taunt 
her through it all as though she were some kind of sluttish idiot.

Yet ... yet, if she was so certain of her position, why had she backed 
out last evening when she started to telephone Bill via the kennel 
owners? It returned to her with full force that her rendition of the 
last three days' events would sound to anyone, especially to a husband 
who was extremely conscious of his masculinity, like a girlish fairy-
tale or simply a deliberate lie. She heaved a deep sigh and continued 
on along the trail as she thought back on the seemingly normal events 
of that morning.

She had risen from her lonely bed, slipped into blue-jeans and a soft 
black knit shirt, and then made herself a hearty breakfast. The day 
before, she had been too upset to even think of eating and this morning 
she had gulped down a massive breakfast of toast, eggs, and coffee to 
counteract her overall feeling of weakness and to help her think more 
rationally.

It was as though she were suspended in some kind of delicate balance 
between right and wrong, frustration and happiness. Though she still 
felt unspeakably disgusted about her own spontaneous lusting reaction 
to Jack Green's obscene usage of her helpless body yesterday morning, 
she had begun to consider again the idea that much of what had happened 
was really partly Bill's fault. Then, there was the unavoidable fact 
that he often did leave her alone out here in the woods, heedless of 
her loneliness, while he went off for days on his frequent business 
trips ... and more important, as far as her guilt was concerned, she 
recalled how he had not bothered to take the time and trouble to really 
satisfy her when they had made love before he had gone away Sunday 
afternoon. If he had been only a little more loving and thoughtful, she 
had decided as she sipped at the steaming black coffee earlier that 
morning, she undoubtedly would not have been so vulnerable to the 
strange sexual occurrences that had filled her days alone since he had 
departed. Not that she was trying to avoid her true share of the blame, 
she rationalized, but it was comforting to know that she was not evil 
through and through, a woman who would spread her legs for any man who 
made an offer to satisfy her. After what had happened yesterday with 
the grey-haired caretaker and the strange incident with the dog 
outside, she had been almost out of her mind as she had sat at the 
kitchen table, with a look of worried distress on her face about the 
actual nature of her personality. Now, though, she was slowly beginning 
to understand the terrible sexual strain she had been subjected to ever 
since Bill had left the house. She found that she could at least live 
with herself now. It was a good thing, too, because she was certain 
that she might have been capable of trying to run away, or even an 
attempt at suicide, if she had gone on feeling the way she had been 
feeling last night.

Panting from the exertion of keeping Wolf's monstrous black and tan 
bulk from pulling her off the trail and into the forest, Diane decided 
to sit down on the thick trunk of a fallen tree. It was the first time 
that she had taken any of the dogs for a walk this way in the woods 
behind their house, and as she rested her curvaceous young body on the 
hard, damp log, she mulled over the practicality of exerting herself so 
much. But yes, she felt that she owed Wolf at least this little treat 
after she had found the feed sack lying outside his kennel this 
morning, when she had walked out of the house to start her chores with 
the dogs and had realized that the poor brute, like herself, had spent 
the whole day yesterday without a bite of food. She had felt a pang of 
pity when she had seen the starving animal straining against the wire 
fence of his run, his fierce golden eyes fixed on the open bag of dog 
meal. She had felt guilty about her negligence of the dogs and had 
rushed through her feeding and watering of them so that she could have 
enough time to exercise Wolf and herself while it was still light 
enough to see.

The two of them had been strolling through the forest for almost twenty 
minutes now, farther than Diane remembered ever having walked here 
before.

She knew they probably should turn back soon, but she hated the idea of 
returning to the house and the kennels. Here among the towering trees, 
she felt free of sadness and the disappointment that had been marring 
her married life with Bill. She could almost imagine what it might be 
like to be a little woodland creature whose existence was uncomplicated 
by guilt and emotional responsibilities.

As she sat there lost in thought, her eyes full of the poetic scene 
around her, she noticed Wolf sitting patiently at her feet, his massive 
head resting lightly on her knee.

She lifted her hand to good-naturedly scratch his head and wondered how 
this gentle creature could be the same dog whose slithering tongue had 
invaded her most secret flesh, lapping hungrily at her tight young 
vagina until she was out of her mind with ecstasy.

Even the memory of the strange happening sent a little flash of 
excitement through her soft belly and she wondered whatever could have 
possessed the dog to make him do such a thing. At the time, she had 
been numb with fear, too terrified to think of anything but that the 
huge dog had actually wanted to rape her. Yet, after yesterday morning 
with Jack Green, she knew more what a real rape was. In retrospect, the 
gentle ministrations of the animal's long pink tongue seemed less 
horrifying. Undoubtedly, the dumb brute had had no idea of what he was 
doing, had been attracted only by the light enticing scent of her 
female parts. Certainly he could not have known what effect his thick 
wet tongue would have on her sex-starved body, she decided calmly.

Impulsively, she slipped down off the flat-topped log to sit on the 
leaf-covered earth beside the great furry animal, encircling his warm 
body with one arm. Obviously delighted with the amount of affection he 
was receiving that morning, Wolf whined happily and covered her face 
with moist licking kisses. Diane smiled and ducked her head away, 
hugging him as she did so, and thinking ruefully that he was perhaps 
the best friend she had at the moment. He did not make fun of her, as 
her own husband often did, and she admitted to herself with a downcast 
melancholic little grin that this animal had unwittingly given her a 
truly pleasant sexual experience. At least Wolf had not talked about 
their money problems when he was licking her vagina yesterday morning. 
Little by little, it occurred to her that she was thinking erotically 
again, that she was exciting herself by just thinking about what had 
happened in the dog's kennel yesterday. The very idea shattered her 
mellow mood and, in irritation, she quickly tied Wolf's leash around a 
nearby sapling and rose to try to walk off the unwanted excitement. 
But, aroused as she was, even the brushing of her clothes against her 
body seemed to feed the passion that had crept up on her as she 
contemplated yesterday morning.

It was crazy, she knew, but even now she was tempted to let the 
exciting animal lick her again. Who would see her out here in the 
forest? Did one more time really make that much difference now? she 
wondered longingly.

Before she had even taken two steps away from the fallen tree, the 
lovely flaxen-haired girl stopped and looked back, almost longingly. 
Wolf was still sitting where she had left him, his liquid eyes 
trustingly reflecting her own gaze. Perhaps she could just play with 
herself a little bit, she thought wickedly. There was nothing wrong 
with that and she did need release so badly just now. Almost as soon as 
the thought had entered her mind, Diane found herself starting to slip 
out of her blue-jeans and shirt, shivering a little as her creamy flesh 
was exposed to the light, cool breeze that moved gently through the 
trees. She discarded one garment after another on the shade-mottled 
path, then moved back to settle herself on the ground again beside the 
log, delighting in the light pricking sensation of the fallen oak 
leaves against the smooth naked cheeks of her buttocks.

The young blonde wife leaned back against the rough surface of the 
fallen tree trunk, closing her wide blue eyes as her hands lifted to 
her full jutting breasts. Her nipples were already diamond-hard and she 
felt as though she would be able to reach orgasm in a matter of 
minutes. Wolf whined softly for attention and she absentmindedly 
reached out to pet him as her other hand drifted down over her tiny 
waist to the blonde curling triangle of her pubic hair below. Her full 
curving hips lifted in willing acceptance of the tiny electric chills 
of sensation that danced lightly over her satin-like skin when one 
finger of her left hand brushed down over her nakedly exposed cuntal 
slit.

"Well, little lady, you just don't ever get enough, do you?"

Even though the sound of his voice was immediately familiar, Jack 
Green's words made Diane's eyes jerk open in horror. God, he was not 
more than a few feet away from her on the narrow tree-lined path. He 
was holding two dead rabbits in his right hand and a wide, lewd grin 
creased his face.

"What ... what are you doing here?" was all she could manage to say as 
she drew her naked legs tightly up against her body in a futile attempt 
to hide herself from his piercing eyes.

"Just catching my dinner, honey," he said, waving the dead animals at 
her, "and I've been thinking about your hot young pussy, too. I didn't 
want to rush you again right away, but if I'd known you wanted to get 
it plowed good and proper again so soon, I would've been over here a 
lot sooner."

"I don't want it--I only want you to go away," she said coldly, 
regaining a little of her composure, not bothering even to excuse her 
embarrassing situation to the older man. After what he had done to her 
yesterday, she did not care what he thought of her now. She wanted only 
that she should never see him again.

"Now don't be like that," he chuckled, dropping the rabbits and walking 
toward her. "You don't have to use that damned dog while I'm still in 
good shape, honey." His eyes flickered appreciatively over her huddled 
body causing the young girl's mind to suddenly rebel against his 
attitude of possessive familiarity.

"Mr. Green," she said, glaring at him icily, "I am not your 'honey.' I 
did what ... what I did yesterday because you forced me to do it. Now, 
if you don't leave me alone this minute, I'm going to call the police 
when I get home and tell them about what has happened."

"You gonna tell them how much you liked it, honey?" he said, smiling, 
his watery greenish eyes staring straight back into hers.

"Liked it!" Diane spat back at him. She wanted more than anything in 
the world to somehow hurt this vile, small man because of the 
indescribable humiliation he had heaped upon her defenseless body. "I 
don't know how anyone could like being even close to you, let alone ... 
let alone letting you touch her. Look at you, you filthy old man. 
You're stupid and you smell and you make me sick. You're revolting and 
disgusting!"

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, Diane was sorry. In her 
sudden uncontrollable desire to revenge her own weak surrender, she had 
forgotten how capable this man was of cruelty. She almost reached out 
her hand to apologize and say that she did not really mean those things 
but his hard cool stare cut her short.

"You do that, little lady. You go to the police, but you better do it 
fast, because I'm heading home myself right now. And I'm going to tell 
all my friends exactly how I found you yesterday morning and again 
today naked on the ground with that dog. I'll probably get to see quite 
a few of my friends before the police catch up with me, and your 
hubby's going to be mighty surprised when the neighborhood gossip 
catches up with him one of these days."

"Oh, my God, you can't! You wouldn't dare!" she gasped. Her blue, 
horror-stricken eyes followed him as he turned to walk back down the 
path away from her, off into the woods. She leapt to her feet and 
started running after him, her full naked breasts jiggling heavily with 
each jarring step she took. "Please, wait! I didn't mean it! I won't 
call the police or anything! Just don't tell anyone what you've seen 
and done! Please!"

He stopped walking away and turned around to face her, running his eyes 
greedily over her naked flesh. "Well, I might just keep my mouth shut," 
he offered, "if you convinced me just a little bit."

"Oh, God, I'll do anything, anything! Bill would never be able to 
forgive me!"

Jack Green's lust-filled eyes quickly locked on the soft enticing sight 
of her firm erect breasts, the memory of their smooth hard-nippled 
fullness causing his big hands to twitch hungrily. Suddenly he reached 
down and caught hold of her wrist, jerking her body close against his. 
Diane could hear Wolf snarling behind her, straining at his leash, but 
she had tied him tightly to the slim young tree and she knew that there 
was no hope of his coming to rescue her.

"You're a sexy little bitch," Jack hissed down into her face. "I knew 
you and I would have to get together again sometime soon. My prick's 
already aching to get into that sweet little cunt of yours." He pulled 
her to him roughly and smothered her soft wet lips with his fleshy open 
mouth. She struggled against him instinctively, but it was useless. His 
callused hands clutched brutally at her bulging tender breasts, the 
delectable white globes that were still sensitively sore from 
yesterday's bruising treatment. Her frightened struggles seemed only to 
incite him further and he ground his rough dirty palms into the 
palpitating fleshy mounds, panting heavily. "Okay, tell me what you 
want!" he demanded.

"I--I want you to fuck me again like you did yesterday on my living 
room couch," she said dully, barely able to believe that she was in the 
same situation all over again. "Just do it to me quick and get it over 
with."

Diane felt him stiffen and then suddenly he pushed her away from him 
with such force that she fell down to the soft coating of leaves at his 
feet.

"You stuck-up little bitch!" he spat out viciously. "I probably gave 
you the best fuck of your life yesterday and now you tell me that! All 
right, then, I'm going to teach you a thing or two about respect, and 
you'd better do exactly what I tell you to do or your hubby's going to 
be the laughing-stock of Oak Trees!"

Diane did not answer ... she was unable to speak ... she was too 
frightened and too ashamed. She could not put aside the thought of 
Bill's ever finding out what she had been doing. There was no question 
in her mind but that this horrible man intended to do everything he had 
threatened to do and she knew that her marriage to Bill would never 
survive something like that. Somehow, she would have to make herself do 
whatever he commanded so that Bill would never know about the horrible 
adultery she had committed right in their own home.

"What ... what is it you want me to do?" she heard herself question in 
a meek, quavering voice.

A wicked salacious leer curled the grey-haired man's lips. His red 
tongue shot out of his mouth and began to lick at the dry corners of 
his lips as he stared down at the delightfully ripe contours of her 
naked body cowering on the ground before him. "First, get up on your 
knees in front of me," he snarled, taking a step closer toward her 
still-prostrate body.

Diane crouched before him, chilled with terror, unable to cry out or 
even to think as the realization of what he was going to make her do 
filled her fogged brain. She had never done such a thing, even with 
Bill, her own husband, and now the very idea of such a depraved act 
like taking a man's prick into her mouth filled her with nausea. And 
yet, she would do anything in the world she could to keep Bill from 
finding out about her betrayal. She had no choice but to submit. Slowly 
and reluctantly, she rose to her knees and stared dumbly out in front 
of her.
"Well, damn it, take out my cock! Why do you think you're down there?" 
He entangled his hand in her long, golden hair and twisted it cruelly, 
pulling her head down and forward, grinding his crotch against her face 
at the same time so that she could feel the hardness of his already-
erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants.

She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined to somehow live 
through this ... this trial ... without any further struggles. Reaching 
upward, she fumbled awkwardly with the zipper on his trousers to take 
out the giant throbbing cock underneath.

"Hurry it up, honey," he barked cruelly down at her, impatient with her 
slowness in unzipping his fly. "I'm gonna cum in my pants before you 
ever get it out!"

A moment later the zipper came free and the huge fleshy instrument 
burst out into the air through the opening in the material. Jack 
grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick fleshy cudgel, slowly 
skinning it back so that the giant red fleshy head popped out from the 
thick foreskin a scant few inches from her face and her bulging eyes.

"Come on, you know what to do with it, honey," the caretaker taunted 
hoarsely. "Rub it around on your lips and then lick it clean from top 
to bottom. It's still got some of your dried cum on it from yesterday. 
I just couldn't bear to wash it off!"

The nauseating thought almost caused Diane to gag. She was certain she 
could still detect her soft feminine vaginal odors on him.

Oh, God, she could never suck that horrible thing ... it was more than 
she could bear ... but then she thought of Bill and what this man would 
tell the neighbors and submissively closed her eyes.

Her long pink tongue darted out tentatively and she licked down the 
full length of the rigid thick flesh. She was sickened by the thought 
of her mouth being used this way, as a receptacle of lust for this 
horrible man and the lewd sperm he was going to pump down into her 
unwilling throat. She had no doubt that he would expect her to swallow 
his gushing semen and she knew she would probably choke and be sick for 
a long time afterwards.

"All right, little lady, suck it now! By God, it better be good, too," 
he barked, grinning.

To her surprise, the taste was not nearly as bad as she had 
anticipated, merely a pungent earthy tang that she slowly decided must 
be mostly from her, yesterday. Her full lips parted and she lowered her 
face uncertainly to place a wet tickling kiss on the huge rubbery head, 
and she lifted up her hands, reaching toward his smooth, heavy 
testicles with one of them, grazing her dainty tapered nails 
tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed 
at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the crinkly grey 
pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, her fingers 
unable to fully encircle the huge girth, and pulled up and then down 
hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large gleaming head stood 
alone and naked against the softness of her thirsty lips. She began 
planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing 
a path down the full length of it to the bottom and then wetly back up 
to the tip again. She caressed it longer than she knew she should, not 
being able just yet to bring herself to put it in her mouth.

But the caretaker could wait no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, 
he reached down to lock his hands behind her head and thrust his loins 
upwards with the strength of a bull. Diane resisted for a moment, doubt 
colliding with desire in her mind, but it was too late. He was pushing 
against her, forcing the wide head of his thick prick into her mouth. 
She mumbled out the first sounds of fear she felt and tried to shake 
her head away, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She 
could only clench her lips and teeth firmly together and try to keep 
the monster away. But he would not be denied. He increased the 
pressure; it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the 
sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against her resisting 
lips, feeling them parting, bit by tiny bit, until suddenly with the 
aid of an extra lunge he slipped his cock-head into her helplessly 
gasping mouth, penetrating through her soft, moist lips and into the 
warm, wet cavern beyond. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering 
up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its 
hot slippery wetness.

"Ooooh, baby," he said, "that husband of yours don't know what he's 
missing. Your sweet little mouth slips over my cock like melted 
butter." Diane heard him gasp harshly as he began a slow lascivious 
rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her helplessly upraised face. 
She closed her eyes to keep from choking as more and more saliva seemed 
to fill her mouth everywhere except where she was filled by Jack 
Green's great flexing penis now protruding banana-like from her thinly 
stretched lips. Her oral orifice was ovalled and seemed ready to split 
open at any instant.

The grey-haired man groaned above her as he slid his thick lust-
inflated cock in and out of her sucking mouth with a wet sluicing 
sound, guiding her head with his hand, his fingers ensnarled in her 
pale hair. He watched her cheeks puffing out as he filled her warm 
mouth, bobbing up and down on the turgid head of his huge prick. His 
sadistic grin widened with each thrust he made into her trapped face 
and he forced his thick sword of flesh deeper and deeper between her 
red straining lips as she groaned in servile acceptance between his 
hairy legs. He suddenly jerked his rock-hard penis away from her mouth, 
taunting her.

"Wait a minute," he commanded as he stepped back from her swaying body. 
She raised her eyes in an expression of mixed dread and anxiousness as 
the caretaker began to remove his trousers. "We might as well make this 
fun for both of us, right, honey?"

Diane stared apprehensively as he walked a few feet down the path to 
where the great dog lay uneasily beside the tree to which he was tied. 
Jack lay down on the ground, settling his feet on either side of Wolf's 
furry head. Underneath his grimy sweater, the caretaker's loins were 
naked and completely exposed, his massive, upthrusting shaft of hard 
flesh jutting out like a log over the huge sac of sperm-filled balls 
hanging beneath.

"All right, honey, get over here," he ordered crisply. "Get down 
between my legs and kneel up on all fours. Let's see if your hairy 
friend here has taught you anything."

The pretty, young housewife felt chills run up her spine at his words. 
As she crawled over to him in a semi-stupor of terror and humiliation, 
afraid to disobey, not allowing herself to think of what she was doing 
for fear she would lose her mind, she pictured clearly the lewd 
position she was in.

He grasped her head between both hands, pressing the huge fleshy penis 
between her forced-open lips, slipping her saliva-soaked mouth down 
over its full rigid length. Nothing mattered to her anymore except to 
get this horrible ordeal over with and to do what she had to do, no 
matter what, to get away from this despicable man.

"That's fine, little lady, just fine," Jack rasped, pushing his giant 
cock further into Diane's warm velvety mouth. Then, lifting his head to 
look beyond her crouching form to where the massive German Shepherd 
lay, he called, "Here, boy, come on. She's all ready and waiting for 
you."

The beautiful twenty-one-year-old bride tensed as she heard Wolf whine 
softly behind her but she continued to suck slavishly on the thick pole 
of flesh, milking at the loathsome man's prick to end the ordeal as 
soon as possible. Then, she heard the rustling of dead leaves as the 
champion dog lumbered to his feet and she felt something cold and wet 
back between her upraised buttocks a moment later. She stiffened and 
jerked at the cold, moist touches against her sensitive genitals, as 
the dog began to lick her, and when the huge animal growled in warning 
for her to be still, she realized it was not his loins against her, but 
his nose. Oh, God, he was going to lick her between her legs again! She 
felt her fear of the animal returning with full force and instinctively 
withdrew her mouth from the caretaker's long straining cock, her wide-
open eyes fixed on the stranger named Jack Green.

"Don't try to tell me you don't like that dog's tongue on your pussy, 
honey," he chuckled sarcastically. "I saw you yesterday morning, 
remember? Now you just get back to sucking MY cock before I decide to 
spread around the word about you anyway."

He entwined both of his hands around her lowered head and pressed it 
downward, thrusting his hips upward at the same time. Diane felt as 
though she would choke to death as the fleshy shaft penetrated deep 
into her mouth. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to 
regain her breath. It came in great gasping rushes as she sucked in air 
as Wolf's cold searching nose suddenly rubbed against her tiny cringing 
anus. Grunts of protest escaped from the thin-stretched tightness of 
her lips and she clenched her buttocks against the taunting torment of 
the brute's icy touch. Then, as the dog growled ominously behind her, 
she began to relax in humiliated resignation, realizing that there was 
little hope for her to avoid this perverted act. There was nothing she 
could do. She felt Wolf begin to lap hungrily at the deep cleft between 
her parted thighs, his hot tongue sliding wetly over the area of her 
loins from the tiny hairless little anus up to the warm hair-lined lips 
of her vagina, flicking finally against the tiny jerking bud of her 
clitoris. Electrical tingles of intoxicating pleasure followed its path 
as it laved relentlessly between her opened thighs, pausing 
occasionally to lunge deeply into her narrow vaginal channel. Diane 
struggled valiantly against the effect of the gentle dog-licking of the 
vibrant flesh back between her open buttocks but, slowly, the very 
lewdness and helplessness of her situation came clear to her. She 
pictured herself as she was now, her body trapped obscenely between two 
rutting male animals ... a human male's cock sunk deep in her unwilling 
mouth and a dog's long wet tongue slavering ceaselessly at her naked 
behind. A strange masochistic excitement began to well up from deep in 
her belly, up to the tips of her swelling breasts, as she envisioned 
how she must look in this debasing kneeling position.

She was doing this for Bill! she reminded herself desperately. She had 
to remember her husband. She mustn't forget ... mustn't let herself ... 
again.

She groaned aloud as Wolf's relentlessly probing tongue shot deep up 
into the moist passage of her vagina. The hot, unwanted desire rising 
deep in her trembling belly became a rapid torrent once more and she 
began to move her naked buttocks high up behind her in a small grinding 
circular movement, constricting the outer lips of her tight little cunt 
muscles back over the obscene animal tongue burrowing relentlessly into 
her.

Suddenly, insanely, she wanted to exploit it to the limit, to feel her 
entrails filled with it and to cum as she had the day before. She 
sucked wildly at the caretaker's massive pistoning cock in her mouth, 
almost gagging, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every thrust. 
It was the first time she had ever tasted cock and now it was sliding 
deep down into her throat as she fought for breath, managing to catch 
quick gulps of precious air on the outstroke of his thrustings. The 
caretaker's soft, swollen balls slapped harder up against her chin as 
he fucked happily between her widely-ovalled young lips, giving her 
almost all he had. She was beyond fighting this lewd rape of her mouth 
and cunt from behind. She could no longer even visualize what was 
happening to her ... she was all sensation and mentally raving like a 
slave to the erotic fury that had taken control of her within a mere 
matter of minutes. Even the stale odor of sweat that was now around 
Jack Green's loins, maddened her, filling her nostrils with a constant 
reminder of the perverse attack she was being subjected to at both ends 
of her desire-inflamed body. Dazing pulsations thumped at the bounds of 
her brain and she was growing close to bursting with ecstasy, was 
twitching and twisting, slavering saliva and semen from the corners of 
her tensely out-stretched lips.

"Well, now, look at you ... you don't think it's so awful now, do you, 
honey?" Jack gasped as he raised his shaggy head from the ground to 
watch her soft wet mouth clasped greedily around his huge throbbing 
prick fucking lewdly upward into her lovely, penis-filled face. His 
pubic hair was saturated with the juices dribbling from the edges of 
her warmly-milking mouth and her entire body was in fierce and total 
motion. The thin tensile rim of her lips clung to his stiffened rod of 
flesh as though held there by some unseen force as her now passion-
contorted face licked and sucked hungrily. Even the caretaker himself 
was surprised by the increasing wantonness of her demonical attack. She 
was sucking at his swelling member like a starving whore and the thick 
pummeling instrument seemed to disappear completely into her face as he 
rammed upward, trying to bury it all the way in her throat. He felt her 
soft warm hand reaching again under his cock to cup and squeeze his 
balls, pulling on them lightly as her head was driven obscenely upward 
with each lunge he made into her.

Diane had begun to pray inwardly ... pray to some pagan god that the 
magnificent animal-lover behind her would lick her to completion. She 
was aflame with the fires of lewd passion that were about to consume 
her and she prayed that the huge hairy beast would satisfy her as he 
almost had before. All reason had left her and she thought of herself 
as nothing more than a mass of sensitive flesh, created for this lust-
maddened moment. Behind her she could feel Wolf's tongue snaking deep 
into her torturously flaring cunt then slithering out to lave at the 
erectly tingling bud of her clitoris. She felt that she was going mad 
... but, oh God, what an exquisite insanity! She was changing, 
beginning to want the grey-haired man to cum in her mouth, to spurt his 
white thick sperm far up into her suddenly uncontrollably-hungering 
throat. Already she was wild with anticipation, groaning out her 
submission to the lewd desires racing through her doubly ravished body.

"Tighten your lips harder around my cock, you cocksucking little 
bitch!" he snarled at the slaving girl, his voice harsh and dry with 
passion.

Diane followed his bidding unthinkingly, at the same moment feeling 
herself tighten all over with the heat of increasing excitement rising 
throughout her sex-possessed body.

Suddenly his moment arrived like a surprise hurricane.

The middle-aged caretaker jerked suddenly as though lashed with 
exquisite pain and jammed his wiry hips up tightly into her face, 
sinking the whole fantastic length of his long hard cock deeply into 
her wide-stretched throat. She could not breathe, could not care, as 
the incredible prick erupted hotly into the warm soft interior of her 
silky sucking mouth, and vile oaths of passion spewed from his gasping 
lips. His hot thick sperm squirted into her distended throat like a 
rush of raging lava through a storm-drain and she sucked and swallowed 
wildly, her smooth cheeks inflating and deflating from the pressure of 
the man's hotly bursting dam of cum. It lasted forever, it seemed, her 
throat barely able to accept the torrents of warmly-cascading liquid. 
She swallowed faster to keep from choking as he grunted out his last 
spurts in final fulfillment, the monstrous prick slowly deflating 
inside her wide-stretched mouth. She kept on sucking, milking every 
last drop of his warm white cum from his deflating cock while behind 
her the great German Shepherd continued to lap hungrily at her upturned 
young cunt with his wildly-licking tongue.

Now, at last, her senses were completely conquered, no longer her own, 
and she clung to their neighbor's caretaker's rhythmically-jerking hips 
as her own reeling orgasm stiffened her body, flooding out in wet 
sensual waves of cum around the thick wet dog tongue buried deep in her 
hotly-quivering cunt. The scalding fluids ran out of her in hot 
streams, making her pink cunt-lips glisten as it ran down the insides 
of her soft trembling thighs. It was indescribably satisfying and the 
whole of her back-thrust loins felt wet and ravished beyond words. She 
was actually crying tears of ecstasy, the shiny drops pouring from her 
blue eyes and down her cock-impaled face like liquid jewels. After the 
man had shot the last of his sticky hot sperm into her mouth, she 
released the caretaker's softening cock, its thick length slipping from 
her widely-pursed lips with a slight pop. She fell forward then across 
his exhausted body, her own strength sapped as never before.

"Did you say your hubby'd never forgive you?" the older man gasped 
after a few minutes of silence as they both fought to catch their 
breath.

Oh, God, he's going to start it again, Diane thought despairingly. She 
did not even answer but merely rolled her naked young body over on her 
back on the dank ground with her arms and legs obscenely spread, not 
caring. She could feel the caretaker's lewd wet sperm drying on her 
chin where some of it had spilled from the corners of her bruised 
mouth. She could also sense the wetness of her own cum juices still 
flowing out of her dog-lapped vagina, running down the sensitive 
insides of her loins like tickling trails of warmth.

She had not even noticed when Wolf's saliva-drenched tongue had pulled 
away from her orgasm-flooded backside and was unaware that he had moved 
off to the end of his leash to curl up at the foot of the sapling, 
sound asleep. At this point, she could not move or even care about 
covering her shameful nakedness.

The combination of satiation and humiliation was more than the young 
wife could cope with just now. God, she was a worse whore than she had 
thought! Not only had her willing body reacted to the perverse act of 
sucking this man, Jack Green, a lowly caretaker's cock, but she had 
also gone wild with the slurping wetness of the dog's ravishing tongue 
on her genitals again. It seemed useless to fight anymore, to even try 
to think of herself as anything but a cheap wanton tramp ... not at all 
a loving wife who deserved any consideration or affection from her 
husband. In the span of three short days, she had been brutally raped, 
forced to suck a strange man's cock, and had shamelessly allowed to be 
overwhelmed by the indecent slavering of a dumb animal's hot tongue in 
her pussy. No, it was pointless even to pretend to be angry and 
indignant now, for she realized that her own primitive desires had 
helped, if not actually caused, everything that had happened.

"I take it that you're pretty much in love with your husband, aren't 
you?" Jack said in a strangely perceptive way, as though he could read 
into her befuddled thoughts. "You've had a good time, all right, but 
you've been fighting me right down the line. I've got to respect you 
for that, anyway, and I don't mind admitting that you're one of the 
hottest little bitches I've ever worked over."

"Yes, I do love my husband ... very much," Diane assured him in an 
impassive tone of voice. She had no energy left to combat what she 
supposed was only the beginning of another of the older man's 
tormenting games. If what he wanted was to fuck her again, to use her 
already defiled body to satisfy himself, it could hardly matter now. 
She had nothing left to lose--her honor was forever stained by the 
lewdness of what she had submitted to and no amount of repentance could 
clear her conscience now.

"Christ, that's too bad, baby, because you're one hell of a lay and I 
wouldn't mind straightening myself out a little just to settle down 
with you," the ill-kempt older man said softly, almost regretfully. She 
watched silently, blindly, as he stepped over to where his trousers lay 
and bent over to pick them up. A moment later, when he was fully 
dressed again and had zipped up the front of his pants with an almost 
tragic slowness, he gave her a gallant little nod and swooped down with 
his right hand to pick up the two rabbits he had dropped earlier. After 
walking a short way along the trail, he paused as though in thought and 
turned to face her again.

"Yep, you were pretty damned bitchy toward me," he said, "but I sort of 
respect you for it. I think by admitting to yourself you like to be 
fucked, you're going to respect yourself more now, too ... in the long 
run, I mean."

With that, he spun around and walked off rapidly along the trail, 
disappearing around a bend between the trees. The worn-out young blonde 
could not restrain herself from calling out to him.

"Wait, please, wait!" she shouted, using his Christian name for the 
first time. "Jack! Please, I want to talk to you!" It was more than she 
could handle to have him just walk off this way, without any final 
resolution to all that had happened between them, and she forced aside 
her pride in an attempt to make him turn around and explain his 
thoughts and feelings.

Jack Green smiled to himself as he walked thoughtfully along the leaf-
carpeted trail, uncertain for one of the first times in his life that 
he was justified as a real man in dealing with a woman. Well, whatever 
happened, he had had a helluva time with the sweet little bitch. She 
had been worth every bit of the trouble and he knew that she would be 
much more receptive to a healthy man's sexual advances toward her than 
she had been before his encounter with her that morning after her 
session with the mammoth dog. She was a real woman now ...



Chapter 7


Bill was due home today! Diane glowed.

It seemed like years now since he had left and she hummed a tune along 
with the radio as she dusted and polished the interior of the house in 
preparation for his arrival. She knew that he would question why she 
was in such a happy mood when he arrived home. Usually when he left on 
one of his important business trips, she spent the days building up 
resentments and frustrations until she could barely keep from exploding 
the minute he walked in the door. But this time was different, in more 
ways than one. For some reason, she felt as though she had changed, had 
grown up in the last four days.

Maybe it was just the first time she had ever really been forced to 
face something alone, the lovely, blue-eyed girl mused as she withdrew 
the carpet-sweeper from the hallway closet and began to drub it back 
and forth across the rug. God knows, it was a dreadful enough ordeal 
for anyone to endure and yet she was not completely sorry it had 
happened. She still felt just as regretful and ashamed as ever of 
having enjoyed another man pumping his wildly excited sperm into her 
behind her husband's back but Jack Green's words yesterday afternoon 
had given her her first taste of personal pride. All her life, people 
had been wonderful to her because they admired her or thought she was 
pretty or something else like that, but the grizzled caretaker from the 
next estate had praised her because he thought she had truly earned it. 
There was a world of difference.

She felt a strange new sense of power, as though she could do almost 
anything she set her mind to. And the really odd thing was that she had 
realized after she came home last night that she had never really 
disciplined herself about anything, except maybe making herself 
comfortable. Out of this newfound self-confidence, she had perked up 
and groomed the dogs, even cleaned all the kennels from top to bottom 
before darkness fell.

Ordinarily, it was a job that Bill did on Saturday afternoons, usually 
while she dawdled around the house, resenting the time he was spending 
away from her.

It was astonishing, she thought to herself as she looked over the 
freshly-cleaned living room, actually horrifying that she could have 
been such a silly selfish idiot all this time. It was not that she was 
kidding herself into thinking that all her problems had suddenly been 
solved miraculously by the adulterous sexual encounters with Jack Green 
in her home, and in the woods yesterday afternoon, but at least it was 
a start. For the first time in several months, she felt real hope that 
she and Bill would be able to work out their petty marital differences. 
She still thought the wisest course would be to keep silent about all 
that had occurred this week: It would be such a waste to have Bill's 
natural jealousy interfere with the new mutual understanding that was 
going to bloom between them after he arrived home today.

She had finished her housecleaning and realized with a start, as she 
wandered around the house looking for any odds and ends that still 
needed doing, that the dogs had not been inspected for several hours, 
not since she had taken care of them very early this morning, and now 
she still had several hours to kill before Bill arrived home. She gazed 
thoughtfully out of the living room window toward the kennels behind 
the house, then impulsively walked out of the living room and across 
the back yard toward Wolf's compound. After her wonderful experience 
with him yesterday afternoon, she felt a new affection and respect for 
the fantastic beast, one that not even her uneasiness about the 
rightness of what had happened could diminish. She would bring the dog 
inside to keep her company until Bill arrived home.

"Hey! Down, down, Wolf!" Diane laughed as the huge dog almost knocked 
her over in his eager rush to get into the house, a treat he was 
unaccustomed to. A light rain had fallen the night before and, as he 
jumped up joyfully on his beautiful mistress, slobbering wet kisses all 
over her face in gratitude for being let inside, his muddy paws smeared 
his footprints all over the front of her frilly blue housedress.

"Oh, Wolf, look at me!" she scolded after she pushed the big dog back 
down to the kitchen floor and saw that the outfit she had worn 
especially for Bill was marked and streaked with huge black and brown 
paw prints. The excited German Shepherd had also smudged the linoleum-
tiled floor with wet splotches of mud from his feet.

"I guess it's my own fault," she sighed as Wolf began to race happily 
around the kitchen, sniffing inquisitively at everything from the 
dishes drying on the drainboard to the huge steak she had taken out of 
the freezer for that night's celebratory dinner. The dark tracks over 
the floor showed exactly where the tremendous creature had been and she 
realized that now she would have to mop up the kitchen all over again. 
"I should have made you wipe your feet," she said lightly as she 
moistened a terrycloth dishtowel to wipe all the mud and wetness from 
the animal's furry paws.

"Come on, boy, you can wait in the living room while I change clothes," 
she ordered as she tossed the dirty towel into the kitchen sink. The 
obedient dog followed happily behind her as she led the way into the 
next room. She watched him settle down on the carpet in the middle of 
the room and then, satisfied that he was relaxed, headed off toward the 
bedroom, stripping off her soiled dress as she went.

She could not decide what she wanted to wear. With Bill gone, she had 
not even been able to go to the laundromat in town and nearly 
everything she owned was either dirty or inappropriate for his 
homecoming. Her fair young face drooped into a thoughtful pout as she 
stared into the closet, rifling with one anxious hand through the array 
of garments inside. The young beauty considered wearing one of the sexy 
nighties that he liked so much, to surprise him, but she shook her head 
in a negative back and forth motion, obviously displeased with the idea 
... Even though her enterprising young husband would never know about 
all that happened to her during his absence, it seemed unfair of her to 
try to lure him into bed so soon after she had been fucked half 
senseless by another man ... not to mention her obscene delight in his 
canine hero's unnatural licking of her naked loins. She was sincerely 
remorseful about everything and knew that it would take some time 
before she could overcome her guilt sufficiently to feel right about 
making any genuine sexual overtures toward Bill. She had resolved most 
of her anxiety, it was true, but she was also aware of the fine line 
between her stoic acceptance of what she had done and the strong self-
doubt that had made her life a nightmare after she had responded to 
Jack Green's obscene caresses.

She was slightly sweaty from the exertion of her work that morning and 
decided to take a shower in an hour or so, and let the final decision 
about what to wear wait until then. Stripping off her panties and 
brassiere, she dropped the soiled lacy garments into a heap with the 
muddied dress and slipped into a pretty gingham-checked smock that was 
decent enough if anyone happened to come to the door.

The beautiful young blonde woman walked back to the living room and sat 
down on the sofa, picking up a ladies' magazine from an end table 
beside her. She leaned back into the cushions and stretched her legs 
out casually in front of her. It was the first peace and quiet she had 
really experienced since Bill had left last Sunday and she was enjoying 
the change of pace. An item in the magazine on the care of pet dogs 
caught her eye and in a minute she was thoroughly engrossed in the 
article.

Then she felt the couch stirring slightly and she looked up to see that 
Wolf had clambered up onto the cushions beside her. She frowned at the 
dog and snapped her fingers, pointing to the floor at her feet. But the 
big dog only whined softly and dropped his mammoth head on her sun-
tanned knee, his cold nose nuzzling under her cotton dress to rest in 
the warm crevice between her smooth creamy thighs just below the blonde 
patch of her pubic hair. She shuddered and chilled from the unexpected 
sensation of the dog's cold wet nose on the sensitive flesh on her 
inner thighs and the warm blast of his breath against her uncovered 
genitals beneath her dress.

"Oh, no, you're not going to start that again," she warned him sternly. 
But he paid no attention and renewed his effort to reach the hidden 
source of the female scent that fascinated him. With a powerful 
downward push, the big dog succeeded in opening Diane's tightly-
clenched thighs with his nose. He ran his tongue wetly over the full 
length of the narrow pink slit that came into view. Her clitoris came 
immediately to life and throbbed as the hairy beast's long moist tongue 
slid wetly over the sensitive bud. She found herself responding without 
conscious thought, her hips writhing back at the dog, moving of their 
own volition, until it fully dawned on her what she was doing.

"Back, Wolf, back!" she snapped, pushing his face away determinedly 
with both hands. The huge brute moved off the couch reluctantly, only 
to sit and place his front paws on the back of the sofa beside where 
she sat, his hindquarters beginning an obscene humping motion against 
the edge of the couch. Diane watched aghast as his glistening, scarlet 
penis slipped out from its hairy sheath, dripping lewdly. The tapered 
point jabbed and danced in the air as he tried futilely to bury it in 
the cushion. The hot scarlet of his stabbing member contrasted 
startlingly with the darker muted color of the plush couch cushion. 
Unnerved, she wracked her brain for some way to stop the great beast 
before his untimely animal lust got completely out of hand. She moved 
to rise to her feet, planning to lead the mountainous German Shepherd 
by the collar out to his run, but a sudden snapping growl from the huge 
creature froze her where she sat.

"Get down, Wolf! Stop it! Stop it ... right ... now ..." Her strident 
authoritative tone began to fail her and then died out completely as 
the dog's long, prong-like fangs appeared in a menacing snarl. She was 
paralyzed, numb with fear at the dog's abrupt change of character, not 
daring to move as Wolf lowered his forepaws from the sofa and prowled 
the carpeted floor around her feet. Ominous sounds rumbled up 
ceaselessly from deep in his powerful chest and he suddenly thrust his 
snout between her slender ankles, wedging his brawny shoulders between 
her curving calves as they came unwillingly apart. Feeling the panicky 
sense of helplessness returning like a chronic disease, Diane tried to 
clench her thighs and buttocks tightly together but the dog muscled 
powerfully between her straining knees.

No, no, she thought frantically to herself, this can't happen again!

It had finally seemed as though she had gotten everything under 
control, but now ...

For a moment, the quavering golden-haired girl tried to twist away from 
the strange attack, but another threatening snarl made her fall limply 
back onto the couch.

"No, no, Wolf! Bad dog! Lie down!" she shouted in desperation, hoping 
that a new combination of words would make the rutting animal retreat.

As if in defiant answer, the huge dog brought his great panting head 
down to the narrow hair-lined slit between her forced-open thighs and 
licked at the wetness, sliding his soft red tongue along the thin hair-
fringed slit up to the hot little tip of her clitoris. It was just as 
he had done before. She was helpless against the dog's intense 
determination to keep her trapped on the couch, and felt her ripe young 
body trembling and jerking under the tempting stimulation. This is 
sick, she raged to herself; it's unnatural and perverted. But as she 
tried to wriggle into a safer position, the monstrous dog's long tongue 
snaked out again, licking hungrily at her moist crevice, lingering at 
her tiny puckered anal mouth where the pointed red tip pushed and 
probed, trying to force its way past the outer ring of soft rubbery 
flesh. The young housewife's nervously-tensed thighs quivered at the 
forbidden sensation and a deep moan spilled from her open lips. The 
husky dog's slathering wet tongue was forcing her toward excitement in 
spite of her revulsion at the thought of enjoying the unnatural 
stimulation.

Diane groaned despairingly as she realized she wanted still more of the 
mind-blurring, debasing stimulation. Her natural resistance was fading 
under the maddening torture of the German Shepherd's tongue and 
suddenly the giant lance stabbed into her vulnerable warm pussy like a 
thick pink snake, plunging up deep into her, heedless of the sobbing, 
tearful objections that came spontaneously from her mouth. The last 
remnants of her self-restraint disintegrated and, oblivious to all 
morality and reason, she rolled her tempting buttocks against the face 
of the aroused animal, drowning in the weird obscene sensations of his 
slithering tongue against her shamelessly aroused loins.

Before she realized what was happening, the dark-haired dog pulled away 
from her willing vagina and reared up to place its forepaws on the 
couch above her pinned shoulders. She gasped as she saw the creature's 
glistening red penis slip out from its furry casing, its tapered point 
dripping and dancing in the hot valley between her wide-spread thighs. 
The dog began to shiver and tremble, trying to bury the blood-red tip 
into her luscious ready body. Her mind reeling in a confusing daze of 
sexual need and debasing humiliation, she looked up at him through her 
wide eyes watching him over her nakedness. Then, as though a demon had 
taken over her will, she thrust hungrily upward with her buttocks in a 
mechanical attempt to capture the lengthening shaft of flesh between 
her swollen cuntal lips. She heaved upward towards the long scarlet 
organ as though she were a rutting bitch herself, and the very thought 
of herself as another bitch animal in heat like those out in the kennel 
sent another electric tingle reaching deep into her belly. She could 
feel the seeping wetness between her thighs increasing even more and 
her heart pounded loudly like a jungle drum.

Groaning, she pulled her thighs up tight against her over-spilling 
breasts, turning up the flat plane of her silky loins in a frantic 
effort to capture the jabby fleshy spear. The desire-maddened dog 
pushed forward wildly as he struggled to implant the pointed tip of his 
dripping cock between her thighs, striving to shove it into her until 
his pinkly tapering hardness sank all the way into the wet opening, 
popping cruelly into the tightly-clenched little hole with one quick 
forward lunge.

With a strangled cry, Diane twisted to one side in an effort to escape 
the sudden animal impalement. But having tasted his first success, the 
lust-driven dog returned to the attack with all the barbarousness of a 
Tartar, mindlessly, savagely humping against her tiny hardened clitoris 
and slipping his flanks down to thrust between the naked lips of her 
white-hot pussy.

At last, Diane grasped the dog's slippery prick without shame and 
parted her cuntal opening to assist him, holding her breath as he began 
to stroke into her, inch after inch of his long, thick cock 
disappearing into her with each new pile-driving thrust of his hairy 
flanks. Suddenly her frail young breath hissed out of her body in a 
high whistling sigh as the great cock slipped into her all the way and 
began to slam up into the moist cavern like a fleshy spike being 
pounded deeper and deeper into a tight moist tunnel.

Wolf's forelegs dropped down on either side of her smoothly-curved 
hips, trapping her, and she began to undulate her quivering young body, 
her tightly-clenched buttocks grinding upward in lewd circles, 
abandoning herself to the wonderful animal-fucking that she was 
receiving from the German Shepherd. Her face was twisted with ecstasy 
and her full taut breasts jiggled lightly, moving in time to the 
throbbing dog-cock as it spiraled up into her vagina like a rampant 
drill made of hot flesh.

Oh, God, she moaned, relishing every vicious slam of Wolf's prick into 
her hotly raving cunt. She was being screwed senseless by a German 
Shepherd, his huge dog-cock filling her slim belly and pushing her 
inner organs higher and higher until she was afraid they would rupture 
and be pushed all the way up out of her mouth. It was tearing the soul 
from her body, driving it out of her with every powerful stroke. She 
was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his hot cum up 
into her pussy, aching to be filled with the dog's lewdly-building 
sperm. That was all that mattered to her now. She was reveling in her 
defilement, uncaring, no longer capable of thinking about sex as right 
or wrong or thinking of anything but the tremendous shaft of hard 
animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her wide-stretched pussy, 
causing her to hump back hungrily up against the dog's hairy, jerking 
body like a female animal herself.

Small droplets of moisture were forming in the juncture of Diane's 
erotically-rotating thighs, glistening and sparkling in the light as 
they trickled down over her smoothly gyrating buttocks onto the couch, 
sometimes sticking to the dog's sperm-laden testicles as they slapped 
wildly against her nakedly upturned anus with each downward stroke. Her 
rounded ass-cheeks began contracting uncontrollably, signifying her 
approaching climax, and she screwed up greedily against the beast like 
a woman possessed.

Suddenly a piercing scream came from her passion-twisted lips and she 
rammed up violently against the dog just as he hunched forward and his 
cock began spewing its sperm in hot searing torrents far into the 
depths of her voraciously clasping vagina. The young woman's crazily 
grinding buttocks began to pitch and toss wildly on the cushions of the 
couch as her own thrilling climactic upheaval exploded deep in her 
belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly-squeezing cunt as she 
milked hungrily at the dog's thickly-jerking penis, drawing out every 
last drop of the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky 
cum fluids streamed down the cream-white fullness of her buttocks, 
creating dark stains in the velvety fabric of the couch below.

At last, the deflating cock of the drained beast slipped from her 
mauled passageway with a lewd wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely 
through the silence of the room. Then, in a last act of bestial 
depravity, the dog dropped to the floor and lowered his furry muzzle 
between her widely-splayed thighs, lapping at the warm viscous animal 
sperm still dribbling from her well-fucked young cunt. He gulped it 
thirstily until eventually there was none left and then he turned away 
to lumber across the living room. Diane listened to Wolf whining 
happily and unconsciously assumed that he was searching for a place to 
rest. Then suddenly she heard the unmistakable click of the door 
latching shut, followed by the soft padding of the dog's paws 
descending the outside steps.

Gradually the realization of what she had just heard dawned on the 
blonde girl's tortured mind. Her blue eyes fluttered open and her face 
fell in utter paralyzing disbelief. Bill was home!

"Well, Diane, that was quite a performance. I didn't know that either 
of you were so accomplished," her husband's voice rasped from where he 
was standing inside the door, his suitcase on the floor beside him. "Do 
you do that often while I'm away? Is that why you didn't worry your 
pretty little head about putting me off that way before I left? You 
knew you had something better waiting as soon as you could get your 
stupid husband out of the house!"

Diane's shame and humiliation were beyond words. At that moment she 
wished for death, for unending sleep and escape from the reality of 
herself--a wanton slut who would use anything or anyone at her disposal 
to quench the wildfire of passion raging within her.

"Oh, darling," she sobbed despairingly from the couch. "I don't know 
what happened ... I couldn't help it ... I ..."

"Yeah, I could see you hated every minute of it, you bitch," he 
snarled, reviling her tearful plea for understanding. "I'm just sorry 
now that I didn't pick up one of those little floozies hanging around 
my hotel. After being married to you, I could use a good lay for a 
change! And to think that I even missed you, you slut! Jesus, Diane, I 
knew you were selfish, but this is simply beyond belief!"

"No, no, darling, you don't understand! Please, let me tell you what 
happened?" she pleaded. Then she gaped in horrified disbelief as her 
husband began to tear off his pants, draping his shorts and trousers 
over the back of a chair at the entrance to the living room. His prick 
was jutting out from his hairy loins like a flashy sword and he wore an 
ugly grin as he crossed the room to where Diane sat cowering on the 
sofa.

"Notice my cock, baby," he spat out venomously as he stood in front of 
her, his hands clenched defiantly on his slim hips. Smiling coldly at 
her stricken expression, he continued, "That's right, I have a hell of 
a hard-on. Watching you screw that goddamned dog is a lot more exciting 
than listening to you whining day and night about how I don't love you 
enough. Hah! That's a joke! Does Wolf love you enough, baby?"

Oh, God, if she could only tell him about the mind-breaking horrors she 
had endured at the hands of Jack Green and his own precious dog, she 
knew that her husband would not be cruel. But she had vowed to keep the 
terrible secrets. "Darling, you must believe that ... I ... I ... love 
you," she said weakly.

"Well, that's a thrill," he sneered. Then with an evil grin, he 
commanded her, "Turn over, dog-fucker, and lean over the back of the 
couch. I can see that normal sex just doesn't turn you on--so I'm going 
to give you something you'll love!"

Unthinking, willing to do anything to please him now, Diane twisted 
around on the sofa, changing positions until she was kneeling with her 
body resting on the back cushions. She felt her husband move closer 
behind her and his rough hands rudely grasped the smooth oval globes of 
her buttocks, pulling apart the soft yielding moons.

"Now, take my cock, you cheating little whore, and put it in your 
asshole," he ordered her in a voice thin with anger. "I'm going to give 
you something you'll never forget!"

Without conscious thought, his beautiful dazed wife obediently reached 
back behind her and took hold of the throbbing hard shaft, aiming the 
swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. 
Her husband's long, thin cock leapt in her hand and he thrust 
impatiently against her as she worked the bloated cock-head up and down 
the full slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long stiff member 
with the warmly flowing animal sperm that still trickled wetly from her 
ravaged vagina. She still had not fully comprehended his curt command 
until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his 
eager cock up from her drenched vaginal lips and into the warm valley 
between her upraised buttocks.

Behind her, her dark-haired husband gazed down at the gratifying 
spectacle of his long thick prick wedged up against her luscious 
virginal anus. He had always dreamed of fucking his proud young wife in 
the asshole and now he had the perfect opportunity to do it and not 
worry, for a change, about when the spoiled girl felt sufficiently 
loved to bear the initial pain for his sake. His sperm-bloated balls 
tingled with angry desire as his fingers sunk cruelly into the soft 
flesh of her pliant white buttocks, pulling them apart, wider and wider 
until the tiny brown hole parted a little. Suddenly understanding the 
fiendish nature of his intentions, Diane began to squirm and whine, but 
she could not manage to elude his grasp.

She felt the end of his finger start to probe at the entrance of her 
exposed rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered opening tightly in a 
desperate effort to prevent the awful penetration that she knew would 
soon come. Bill continued to jab for a minute at the sensitive outer 
edges of the small brown elastic circle and then suddenly shoved 
forward with a sadistic grin on his handsome face, sinking the finger 
in with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Diane jumped forward from the 
pain, a gurgling moan rising from her throat. She suffered as he moved 
the finger around in little rotating motions and gradually the agony 
lessened. She relaxed a bit until she felt the extra pressure of a 
second finger ram unexpectedly alongside the first. This time, it did 
hurt and she jerked away in an effort to escape the painful entry. Her 
husband pulled back, though, and continued to move the two fingers 
inside her painfully-stretched rectum.

Oh, God, Diane thought as tears of pain and humiliation rose to her 
eyes, he was really going to make love to her back there and there was 
nothing she could do about it. She would never live through this--would 
never be able to face herself again after this ultimate degradation and 
subjugation. Even what had happened with Wolf had been child's play 
compared to this ... How foolish she had been to ever think that 
perhaps Bill would understand what she had been through this week! she 
mused as a tiny spark of righteous anger kindled in her anguished 
brain. Her beloved husband was a devil, a horrible fiend!

Diane tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Bill but it was 
useless. He held her firmly with one hand as he wormed his fingers in 
and out of her with the other, turning and twisting them in the tight 
narrow hole. The pain lessened more and more until gradually she felt a 
slight sensation of pleasure from the unnatural reaming. She was just 
beginning to enjoy the feeling of the fingers in her rectum when 
suddenly Bill pulled them out of her.

The two fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her 
anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking 
sound. He forced her lush legs wider with his knees, dropping his head 
to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening 
the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending delicious shivers 
coursing over the beautiful girl's back.

Then, Diane felt Bill's hands jerk her hips higher, driving her full 
breasts more firmly into the back of the couch. Her flint-eyed husband 
peered down at the tiny hairless circle of her anus and smiled bitterly 
at how completely she was subjugating herself to his desires ... now 
when it was too late to make any difference. He grasped harshly at her 
soft hips, holding them steady before him as he impressed his long, 
slender cock in the moist naked split of her cunt, running it up and 
down the full length to moisten it with her own guilty wetness. Then, 
he guided the pulsing cock forward until it touched the slightly-
stretched little anal mouth and moved it around, lubricating the tiny 
cringing hole. Diane gasped in fear at the first startling contact. 
God, it would never fit! It was too big! She tried to move forward 
again but he held her solidly.

"Darling, don't do this to me ... to us ..." she groaned back at him.

"You weren't all that worried about us when you were getting fucked by 
our prize German Shepherd," he mocked her.

She felt his hairy loins behind her and his hard cock searching and 
probing into her upturned buttocks. Then, she felt a direct jabbing 
pressure between his hands that was soft and rubbery at first and then 
grew into an unresisting blunt hardness.

"Billlll, noooooo! Aaaaaggghh!" she finally screamed as she felt the 
tight resisting nether ring giving way before the unyielding pressure 
of his cock, its head popping into her with a jerk. She screamed again 
and then groaned ceaselessly as the blunt intrusion of her own 
husband's cruel shaft vibrated through every fiber of her being, 
pushing the soft velvety flesh inside of her widely-stretched anal 
passage in great waves before it. She groaned with pain as it sunk 
deeper, deeper, deeper ... on and on into her until she felt the coarse 
hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her vagina below.

Bill was inside her, in her asshole, all the way up to the hilt!

He paid no attention to her anguished cries and began to fuck viciously 
and without mercy into the soft depths of his young wife's sweet, tight 
asshole, bringing further sobs of pain and humiliation from her 
tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life 
and her whole behind felt wet and used as he levered up behind her and 
began to plunge the full length of his punishing cock into her with 
long smooth strokes. Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, now 
that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard 
thrust seared into her tortured rectum. She could hear his grunts of 
sadistic pleasure floating through the silence of the room around them 
and suddenly she hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving 
him, even though there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Then, 
despite the pain, she clenched her anal muscles tightly together in an 
attempt to pull out his cock at its very roots.

"Aaaaaaaah, Gawwwwd," her husband groaned, throwing back his head in 
ecstasy from the feeling of her warm clasping anal flesh enveloping his 
cock. She was sorry momentarily when he cried out, but she could not 
stand still and do nothing while she was being brutally fucked, even 
though the pain was lessening now. In fact, the sensation of his cock-
head riding deep into her rectum was starting to send little darts of 
warm pleasant feeling in her stomach, as though she had a second cunt 
and was slowly learning how to enjoy its use.

She moved backward to meet the forward thrust of his stiff prick, 
undulating her body and swinging the cheeks of her round ass in little 
tight circles, clasping her anus tightly shut as he withdrew mightily 
on the out-stroke. Bill rammed into her with fresh power, knowing that 
she was beginning to like this depraved ass-fucking, the feeling of 
being impaled on his long staff like a sacrificial piece of choice 
animal flesh.

"Oooohh, yessss," she moaned as he slammed harder up into her belly, 
pushing her forward and down until her breasts were smashed flat 
against the back cushions of the couch. He felt her tighten her anal 
muscles again and again around his hard thick length buried in her back 
passage. His cock throbbed crazily and he flexed it up deep in her 
rectum in an answering signal until he feared the head would explode 
from the pressure around it like a burning hot, tight-fitting glove.

Her obvious surrender added to his excitement and in a vengeful effort 
to torture his wayward wife, Bill pulled his imbedded cock almost all 
the way out of her rectum until just the blood-inflated tip rested 
inside the hot rubbery passage, then grinned as he saw her try to 
squirm her nakedly-writhing buttocks back tighter on its rigid length.

But the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well, and with a hoarse 
moan, he pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into 
her smooth yielding behind with a jarring vicious smack. He began to 
ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering 
backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the house. His 
sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten 
in the pale afternoon sunlight in the room. He had now completely lost 
control of his obscene lust and he felt his cock expanding in the 
warmth of his wife's stretched rectum. His balls began to throb almost 
painfully and his hardened prick felt as though it were about to 
explode in the rubbery tight grip of his gorgeous wife's vice-like 
back-passage.

Below him, Diane was mumbling and whimpering incoherently and he 
increased the speed and power of his strokes until the couch began to 
rattle and shake from the steady battering of his loins against her 
buttocks. She could feel herself being split open wider and wider from 
the power and pressure he was exerting deep up inside her. She wanted 
to shout back obscenities at him and plead for him to use her however 
he wanted to vent his pent-up angry lust on her helpless nakedness.

She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething creamy liquid deep 
into her belly, to mingle his juices with the wetness of those of the 
huge German Shepherd she had let fuck her moments before.

Then, suddenly, Diane heard him gasp and groan behind her as he 
hammered the iron-hard length of his prick into her contracting, 
velvety rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it 
again, roughly pulling her back onto him as though he were fitting a 
tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the lust-inflated cock-
head deep in her rectum again. She mewled with delight. The boiling 
lava of his milky sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and, 
with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed into her buttocks, 
flattening the smooth globes of flesh against his loins.

Diane felt the warmth of the first delicious torrents of his white hot 
liquid spread through her stomach and surge through her blossoming 
nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off her 
own climax. She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her scream 
as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her 
own creamy cum fluids streaming from her open cunt below, trickling 
down her inner thighs to mix with the dog sperm saturating the cushions 
below.

Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt her husband begin to 
withdraw his slowly-deflating cock from her sperm-flooded anal passage. 
There was a slight, embarrassing little farting noise as it slipped out 
from between the full white globes of her buttocks and a sudden rush of 
cool air laved the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as she sprawled 
in exhausted satiation, face down on the couch.

Her body felt pillaged and subjugated beyond belief and her mind was 
numbed by the certainty that her marriage was ended.



Chapter 8


"Darling, please don't do anything else to me," she pleaded, waiting 
dully for her husband's voice to break the silence of the room. "I'll 
leave if you want me to, but ... I can't take anything else right now. 
Wolf ... I can't say anything to make you believe me, but, it did, it 
did happen that way!"

Diane braced herself for the blistering sarcastic reply that she was 
certain would soon come directly as a result of her husband's injured 
pride. Naturally he would make her pay for what she had done--if he 
still cared enough to be concerned.

God, he had walked in on her this afternoon and found her with a German 
Shepherd pistoning in and out of her obscenely-accepting vagina. What 
else could happen to her now?

"I believe you, sweetheart, so help me," Bill assuaged in a 
surprisingly gentle voice. "When I saw that that dog turned you on, I 
took a long look at myself, and I wondered why Wolf could satisfy you 
more than I could. Sure, I was mad and did what I did partly out of 
spite, but Jesus, I've got to admit that I've never been so hot to fuck 
you before ..."

Diane was thoroughly dumbstruck by the impact of his words. As she 
ransacked her mind for something appropriate to say, she saw that Bill 
was actually sitting below her, on the floor, and she could not help 
but see the understanding tenderness in the loving expression on his 
handsome face. It was as though a miraculous ray of sunlight had 
filtered through the gloomy reality of the last few days and 
transformed the horrible truth into a bright rainbow of happiness.

"But, darling, I--"

"No, don't say anything else," Bill said softly, "because I think I 
understand now ... I think I know what's been wrong with our marriage 
so far ... me."

"Oh, Bill, it's no one's fault," she objected in an unconvincing voice, 
snuggling closer to ward off any negative feeling from her handsome 
young husband.

"It's not important who's fault it is, honey. The real truth is that 
I've found out what kind of person you are beneath all that camouflage 
... that mask you've been wearing since we've been married. And I like 
that new person," Bill soothed, placing his arm around her shoulders 
like the adoring husband that she had always dreamt of.

"Do you mean that?"

"Why don't you ask Jack Green?" Bill answered in a sly voice, his 
eyebrows lifting in mock sternness. "He told me more about you in ten 
minutes than I've learned in all the time we've been married ..."


The End
