Good Old Shep
by Jon Reskind
(LLP-324)


Chapter One 

"It's not a social call, Lieutenant Ramm." the stunning, honey-colored 
blonde girl snapped, her pale-blue eyes crisp and leveled on his pleasantly 
surprised, aquiline features. A young policewoman closed the door behind 
Anne and the blonde girl stood firmly planted in the center of the dingy 
dirty-windowed office, glaring at the tall, gaunt young man folded into the 
too-large chair behind a cluttered and scarred desk. 

"That's acting Lieutenant, Mrs. Ramm," he reminded his estranged young wife, 
his shy, good-looking face unable to deny its pleased grin as he arose to 
his feet, setting his pipe in the ashtray. His discerning gray eyes swept 
quickly over her softly rounded curves which the smart, short-skirted 
nurse-uniform enhanced to perfection. She was radiant in white. . . the way 
he remembered her more and more these days. 

"I'm here to arrive at an understanding, nothing more," she clipped, but at 
the same time noticing particularly the way his Adam's apple moved up and 
down when he spoke, the loosened knot in his black knit tie and the frayed 
collar of the shirt he wore. He'd fallen right back into his old careless 
routine without her to, look after him... and that elbow-patched tweed 
jacket why hadn't she thrown that away? 

"Well, don't you sit down? I'll dust off a chair for you," he said, and was 
sorry immediately afterwards. Mere seconds in each other's company and 
already the sparks were flying. All the same, he continued to smile with 
warmth, pleased to see her after a month's separation, his heart quickening 
in his chest at the wonder of her long golden hair swept atop her beautiful 
head in a striking professional coiffeur. "Sorry. . . that was unnecessary 
on my part," he apologized. "Please sit down. . . it's good to see you, 
Ann." 

Ann Ramm swallowed at the tightness the gentle tone of his voice immediately 
brought to her throat. She accepted the offered chair, trying to hide her 
emotion as he moved back into the body-battered leather one he could never 
physically fill. "It's about the divorce, Dave. . . that's why I came." 

"I see," he replied, slipping down into the late Vic Marshall's throne of 
authority and lacing his long, bony fingers over his lean non-belly while 
she tried not to let him notice how closely she was watching his every move 
and deeply remembered gesture. "W -What about the divorce . . . assuming 
you've settled your mind to that end?" 

She glanced at him, her large, heavy lashed eyes defensively searching his. 
"You know how I feel. Divorce is the last move. I was brought up to look on 
it as a stigma, and I haven't changed, Dave. But I know that even my 
parents, if they were alive, would understand." 

"Would they?" 

"Yes! And that hasn't a damned thing to do with it, anyway!" 

"What does?" 

"You know what does. . . oh, I didn't come here to go all through that with 
you again!" the blonde beauty sharply retorted. "I merely wanted to let you 
know that I'm filing proceedings. My attorney insisted he should inform you, 
but I wouldn't let him. Maybe, I should have." 

"You still love me, don't you, Ann?" he questioned softly. 

She stared at him for a moment. "I've never denied that." 

"And I love you! So what the hell are we doing?" he said, squirming upright 
in that huge chair and leaning across the desk. "Why aren't we seeing each 
other every night and ironing this nonsense out. . . getting back to being 
husband and wife of six months standing?" 

"Nonsense? Nonsense! You can sleeping with some. . . some bitch nonsense? 
Then, having the unmitigated gall to explain it of as being in the line of 
duty!" 

"It was! You know it was! The only way I could get to Cusik was through his 
mistress, and it worked! He's on his way up the river with a twenty year old 
stretch ahead of him!" 

"To hell with his twenty year stretch! And to hell with your 'line of duty' 
ridiculousness! To hell with the whole damned mess! Ann raged in a shrill" 
voice she couldn't begin to contain. "I don't care if you sleep with every 
whore in Los Angeles and camouflage it with the label of brilliant 
undercover work! I've already made my decision! And it isn't any different 
than it was five weeks ago when I left you! Either you quit this filthy job 
that considers adultery in the line of duty perfectly in keeping with 
married life, or we don't even discuss reconciliation! That's final!" 

"Shhhhh . . . Christ, baby, they'll hear you all over the building," Dave 
pleaded, getting to his feet. "Now calm down, will you?" 

"Ha! I hope they hear me all over the world!" Ann Ramm spat, getting to her 
feet. "I -If you want to know the truth, I came here this afternoon with a 
faint glimmer of hope that you and I might be able to begin seeing 
eye-to-eye, basing it all on the fact that we did, do, and probably will 
always love one another! I had even determined in my thin-skinned head to 
forgive you! Yes, forgive you, Dave Ramm for carrying on with another woman! 
But. . . but now, I can easily see how stupid all of that was! This. . . 
this "authoritative" position, sitting in the big chair, being Lieutenant 
Ramm has added that extra bit of head-swelling you never heeded!" 

"Ann! For Christ's sake, will you calm down! 

We happen to be in a police precinct!" Dave begged, moving to place his 
hands on her shoulders with meaningful emphasis. "Look, we'll go to dinner 
tonight and we'll discuss everything, okay?" 

"I'd rather eat with a snake!" she hissed, angrily brushing his big hands 
away. 

"Okay, okay... whatever you say, baby, but. . . but not here, please?" 

She was breathing rapidly, her rancor not something born of the moment but 
deeply imbedded. Backing away, the young blonde sighed heavily, attempting 
to regain control of herself. Inside, she ached, not only with the pain from 
their immediate exchange, but more from the realization that she couldn't 
reach him . . . and she loved him! Oh God, what a stupid, selfish, 
introverted bastard he was! 

The knock and sudden opening of the door by the young policewoman startled 
her. . 

"Yes, Kline?" Dave's measured voice responded. 

"Mrs. Marshall is here, Lieutenant. Do you want her in here or taken down to 
line-up?" 

"Have her come in here, please." 

"Yes, sir." 

He picked up his pipe, another habitual reaction, indicating he was sinking 
away in thought. Ann watched him, her inner hostility dissolving, his every 
familiar move tugging at a heartstring. 

"It's Vic's wife Bonnie," he said without looking directly at Ann, referring 
to the dead owner of the huge chair he was occupying. Suddenly, she began to 
feel terribly small. "We've picked up a suspect," he went on, brushing the 
tip of the pipe stem along the straight line of his thin upper lip. "He has 
a healing wound in his left arm . . . from a bullet we think. . . and it was 
in the left arm she was sure she'd hit him. Well..". we'll see. . . Bonnie's 
the only one who saw them both, except Vie and the dog... and Vic's dead. .. 
You want to stay, or leave?" 

"Would you like me to stay?" she asked softly. 

"Hell, you know I would, Ann! We've got to talk. . get things right between 
us again!" he insisted. "And listen, how about dinner tonight?" 

She nodded and smiled, her eyes betraying her true feeling. "I'd like that, 
Dave. About eight? " "Beautiful." 

The door opened and he stood, leaving his sentence unfinished. A massive, 
muzzled German shepherd led the tall and shapely brunette into the room. Her 
smile was tight and expectantly drawn, yet Ann couldn't help but notice how 
ravishingly well she wore mourning black, especially a frock as 
provocatively fitted to her eye-catching contours as this short-skirted 
affair that revealed an elegant display of envious legs and thighs. 

"You remember my wife Ann, don't you?" Dave was saying as he petted the 
powerful, leashed dog's huge head while the animal whimpered and brushed 
fondly against him. 

"Of course," Bonnie Marshall replied, her onyx eyes sparkling with her 
smile. "How are you, Ann?" 

"Well, thank you," Ann replied. "And you, you're looking fine, Bonnie!" she 
complimented with sincerity, remembering that the striking brunette was only 
three years her senior. They had met at several police social functions, and 
Ann recalled her own surprise when she'd first learned that the twenty-eight 
year old beauty was the white-haired, middle-aged Vic Marshall's wife. 

"I-I guess I'm going to make it now. . . the initial shock lessens a little 
more each day," the dark-eyed, short-haired young widow sighed. 

"Shep makes it all easier," she added, smiling affectionately at the 
handsome German shepherd. "I really should thank you for him, Dave. . . 
talking the Chief into letting me keep him." 

"Actually, a police-trained dog like Shep only works good with one master, 
and Vic was that," Dave replied. "Shep had three years on the force and 
that's enough. . . though too many of them can never be rehabilitated into a 
normal dog's existence. I'd advise you to keep him muzzled on the street for 
sometime yet." 

"Oh, I do, but he's as gentle as a lamb, Dave," Bonnie Marshall said, never 
losing that warm smile of attachment as she gazed down at the great, 
tail-wagging animal. "Well now. . . what is this all about. . . your phone 
call?" 

"Sit for a moment, Bonnie, and get yourself calmed down before we get to 
line-up Ann's gangly, thirty-two year old husband suggested, offering the 
young widow a chair. "I hate like poison to put you through this, but you're 
the only person who can identify either of them." 

"You mean, you've caught them?" Bonnie almost gasped, a visible shiver 
running over her. She reached out as if subconsciously to hug the big German 
shepherd seated beside her... a gesture of reassurance, Ann thought, as a 
sympathetic quiver creeped along her own spine. 

"A young man was picked up last night in downtown L.A. on suspicion of 
'pushing', but he turned out clean. However, he has what looks like a 
healing bullet wound in his upper left arm he can't readily explain. That's 
where the bullet you fired was suppose to have struck, wasn't it? " "Y - 
Yes. . . that is, I think it did. . . " she stammered, hugging Shep tighter. 
"I don't know. . . not really I don't, Dave. .. My God, it all happened so 
fast. . . and then, there was Vic covered with blood slumping from his 
chair, and Shep's beautiful head bleeding... oh God. . . I-I don't want to 
think about it." 

Ann's reaction was professional as she quickly moved to the other girl's 
side and took her hand. "The young nurse shook her blonde head sharply at 
her estranged husband in a silent demand for him to stop. "There now, don't 
get all worked up, Bonnie," she said in a calming, efficient tone. 

"I-I can't help it, Ann... whenever I remember that horrible night" the 
brunette began to sob, accepting the facial tissue the younger girl produced 
from her purse. "God. . . I just can't help it." 

"Of course you can't," Ann sympathized. "But just relax for a few moments 
and don't think of anything, dear." 

Dave hadn't expected the widow's nerve-ends would still be so close to the 
surface. He had never known her all that well, but she had always struck him 
as the gutsy type, not a china-doll ready to shatter at the least jar. On 
the other hand, she'd been through one hell of an ordeal, too, seeing her 
husband murdered right before her eyes and that only a month ago. .. Yeah, 
maybe he was getting as callused as Ann said he was. 

"I -I'll be all right now," the attractive brunette assured his concerned 
young wife. "Wh-what do you want me to do, Dave?" 

"Just look at the line-up and see if you recognize him," the acting 
lieutenant said. "He won't be able to see you." 

" And if I do recognize him?" 

"We'll hold him for questioning. If not, we'll let him go." 

Bonnie looked at Ann. "Will you come too? I-I think I'll feel better with 
you beside me, Ann." 

"Of course, whenever you're ready, dear," the younger girl replied. 

 It was all familiar territory to Bonnie Marshall. In the course of her 
three year marriage to her deceased fifty year old husband, she had spent 
considerable time in the precinct headquarters he'd governed with an iron 
hand. At least, in that first year she had, before something unbelievable 
had suddenly happened to begin quaking her whole new world, Even now, she 
couldn't put her finger on that particular something, but it had been there 
way back then, only a tiny sore at first, hardly distinguishable, and 
finally a cancerous torment which had spread to eat and rot the very body of 
their marriage. She would have left him had he lived, her plans already 
drawn, Shep alone holding her in that house where Vic Marshall came less and 
less to hang his hat. Even now she couldn't believe that Dave Ramm and 
others under him didn't know, but it was different once they were dead, 
wasn't it . . . as if they had done their final penance and must be granted 
absolution. 

"In here, ladies," Dave said, opening the door into the darkened room where 
only the stage-like affair glowed blindingly from the klieg lights. Shep led 
them and a policewoman seated them. 

Bonnie caught tightly to Ann's hand when five men were ushered onto the 
stage to line up and face the front, advised by an amplified voice to raise 
their heads, stand left, then right. She saw him immediately, young with 
broad shoulders and brutish-faced, a mean twist to his colorless lips. Her 
blood iced. Shep began to growl viciously, pulling at the leash Dave held, 
"Which one, Bonnie?" the acting lieutenant pressed, "Count him off from the 
left." 

"I-I'm not sure," the trembling widow almost whimpered as she squeezed Ann's 
small hand with a hurtful tightness, "T -The third one, I think," "From the 
left?" Dave questioned, wanting to be certain. 

"Y-Yes. . . oh God, I don't know, Dave! I'm not sure!" she gasped, feeling 
in her own heart that she, herself was the real murderer! "I don't know, I 
don't know!" 

Two things happened then: Bonnie Marshall bolted to her feet and ran from 
the room in to the corridor, while Shep leaped forward, jerking loose from 
Dave's distracted grip to charge the stage and pounce on the young 
brutish-faced man! Later, upstairs in his office, the acting Lieutenant 
said: "It's just a damn good thing the dog was muzzled, or one Virgil Golde 
might be throatless right now" "Oh. . . I'm sorry, Dave. . . I shouldn't 
have ran out like that," Bonnie Marshall apologized. "I could have handled 
him. . . but. . . but I just couldn't help myself." 

"Hell, it was probably a good thing that you did, Bonnie. . . Here, drink 
this. . . it's brandy," Dave said, handing the small glass to Ann. "Shep's 
picking him out like he did ought to cinch your identification. There's no 
doubt; Golde was one of them... the one you shot. . . but you have to attest 
to that, Bonnie. Shep's recognition means nothing unless you verify it." 

"I tell you, I-I'm not sure, Dave!" the distraught widow emphatically 
exclaimed, her tone unnaturally high-pitched. "I-I just can't accuse that 
man unless I'm certain, can I? Y-You wouldn't want me to do that." 

Dave Ramm's lean jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it! The rage in his own 
wife's beautiful blue-eyes for him, he could understand - she was at the 
moment ethically concerned for the nearly hysterical girl's well-being. But 
Bonnie Marshall's unexpected reaction left him numbed. . . as well as 
helpless! He had nothing to hold Virgil Golde on without her positive 
identification! Damn! She was lying. . . had to be! But why? He started to 
speak .. . 

"No more, Dave!" Ann vehemently ordered. 

"Can't you see that she's not up to it?" "Ann, for Christ's sake, we're 
dealing with murder, and a policeman's murder at that!" the gaunt young 
officer snapped at his interfering wife. "Shep didn't make a mistake! We 
might, but he wouldn't! If that man's let free there's no telling." 

"Dave! Stop it! Do you hear me? I demand you stop this instant!" the enraged 
blonde girl hissed with all the authority necessary to make him throw his 
hands in the air and slump down into the big groaning chair. "Now. . . I'm 
going to see that she gets home, and don't you dare let anyone here bother 
her again today! Is that clear?" 

"Why yes, that's perfectly clear, Mrs. Ramm . . . anything you say! Far be 
it from us in this precinct to cause anyone discomfort!" her rankled husband 
replied through clenched teeth. "And in the meantime, we'll just let that 
naughty man trot off . . . after we apologize for detaining him, of course!" 

"Dave, I'm sorry... I am!" Bonnie whimpered, her full lower lip trembling, 
her beautiful dark eyes puddled in tear. "I-I just couldn't. . . don't you 
see? I-I couldn't!" 

Hell, no, he couldn't see! He couldn't do a goddamned thing but sit there 
like a goof and watch his lovely-assed wife ridiculously walk his only 
witness right out from under his nose! Why didn't he stop them? He was too 
fucking dumbstruck, that's why. . . and what was more, he didn't know what 
the hell he was going to do next. 

The moment Ann Ramm had left her home, Bonnie Marshall poured herself a 
stiff Scotch over ice and slumped into a living room chair With Shep 
stretched out at her feet. God, she'd never needed a drink more, and that 
was saying something, corning from a girl who had never touched the stuff up 
until three months passed. She still trembled uncontrollably, the vivid mask 
of his brutish face burned into her brain. Thank God, Ann had been there, or 
she might have gone completely to pieces! 

She'd done a terrible thing in not identifying him, the attractive, still 
shuddering young widow realized as she sipped heavily from her glass. 
Though, in all truth, it hadn't been him who had killed her sadistic 
husband... the other had fired the gun. . . but his life's blood stained her 
hands and always would, she knew. 

Bonnie leaned her aching young head back exhaustedly onto the rim of the 
chair and stared at the white blankness of the ceiling. Visions began to 
form there as always, not all unpleasant mental scenes, the happiest ones in 
her life as a matter-of-fact. . . but that had been in the beginning. 

She had met Vic Marshall in a bar, just a casual meeting over a pre-dinner 
cocktail. She had just left the Insurance Company where five years of her 
young life had been happily spent as an efficient secretary to a minor 
executive. On the rebound from a broken love affair of eighteen months with 
a conceited young ass she'd fallen in love with and damn near married, 
Bonnie supposed she was prime meat for the big, gray-haired, handsome police 
lieutenant who was old enough to be her father. 

He'd said he wasn't married, but she hadn't believed him. A man of his 
caliber, forty-five, and not married? She'd refused his dinner offer, yet 
dropped into the same bar several days later at the same time to find him 
there. --How gentlemanly he had been, soft spoken, too, with a certain 
kindness in his eyes that reached her. And he hadn't lied; he'd never 
married . . . but he'd minimized a fact, he was really forty-seven, he'd 
admitted. That night and many more to come, Bonnie Davis had enjoyed dinner 
with him, and before he'd ever asked her to become Mrs. Marshall, she'd 
slept with him. 

What happens to a man? How can he be so beautiful and at the same time a 
cruel, vicious beast, lower than that, even Shep was a beast, and yet his 
tail contained more respectability than Vie Marshall's whole being! He'd 
been two people, a Jekyll-Hyde, but even now his voluptuous brunette widow 
couldn't fathom how something hadn't given her an inkling of his true 
character - an expression of his, or one of the officer's faces at the 
precinct the many, many times she stopped in to see him both before and 
after their marriage. 

Fear. . . yes, that was it, fear on their part. He'd been strong politically 
on the force after twenty years, in line for a meaningful promotion 
downtown, but he hadn't wanted it. 

"I don't want to get stuck behind some goddamned desk, baby," he'd said time 
and again. "I belong out here in the boondocks where they need seasoned old 
timers. . . cops. . . and that's all I am. Like I told the Commissioner, 
"Don't make a general of your best combat captain!" 

God! How shrewd he was. She might have guessed that they couldn't own two 
new cars every year, an upper middle-class home in the thirty thousand 
dollar bracket and take a month's vacation in Europe on a police 
lieutenant's salary. But she hadn't guessed. She'd been a deliciously 
blinded Cinderella in a make-believe world, reveling in her sand castle. . . 
and refusing to acknowledge that there was a sore spot which seemed to be 
spreading wider and wider beneath the surface of their marriage. 

Sex, she loved! From the first, he had made it beautiful for her... oh, with 
deviations for certain, but they were the norm these enlightened days and 
she was more than just a little pleased that a wife didn't have to keep 
secret her own non-puritan desires. She loved to suck him, and went nearly 
mad when he crawled between her widespread legs to tongue her into a frenzy. 
Sometimes, they'd do it together, and hardly a Sunday morning ever went by 
when she didn't awaken him by slipping down in the bed and sucking him all 
the way till he'd cum in her mouth and filled her with his hot sticky semen. 

God, he'd been so wonderful that first year. . . and then, the soreness 
which she had refused to recognize had begun to spread. Her non-puritan 
desires began to seem tame in comparison. The first night she had refused 
and he'd laughed with a harshness she'd never forget as he tied her 
spread-eagled to the bed, then had brutally taken her! But what had been 
worse, she couldn't lay it to liquor, for he seldom drank, and he was death 
on drugs! Time and again, it happened, his actual roping her into obscene 
positions and his cruel rapings, her own desire either deadened or dying by 
his inhuman and unceasing degradations of her young body! 

As well, he would make Shep, his constant companion and police-trained 
German shepherd, sit by the bed and whimperingly watch. She hadn't known 
then the depths of the meaning behind his cruel act. He had been taunting 
the handsome animal, too! For months, it went on, until the cancer had eaten 
away the foundation of any love they'd ever had together and she had long 
since decided that divorce was the only escape, but it wasn't. 

He had threatened her if she ever thought of leaving him. He delighted in 
throwing in her face all the things he had given her, that she would never 
have had or seen if it hadn't been for him. 

And how did she suppose he'd done it? "The take"! What else! HE made them 
pay, and more ways than one! And when a punk-bastard got out of line, he 
didn't wait for the strong arm of the law... I castrate them, baby! Then, I 
shove their bloody nuts in their mouth and blow their brains out! Those who 
live after, know and pay their farthings to the man, eh . . . eh?" 

That night, he had brought home a teenage girl he'd picked up on a street 
comer after curfew, a whimpering child developed in body and trembling like 
a whipped animal. He'd awakened Bonnie from a sound sleep and ordered her to 
strip. . . they were going to have "a party"! She tried to reason with him, 
but he slapped her - the first time ever. 

"Get on the bed, bitch! You're going to learn what I do to whores who don't 
payoff!" 

She moved to obey him, then, afraid to do otherwise. He tied her then, hands 
and feet, obscenely positioned on her knees, then ordered Shep up behind 
her! "Do it you goddamned hound! Show her the way we treat whores like while 
I fuck this sweet little gem!" 

Bonnie remembered vividly the teenager's screams, but more than all else, 
she remembered the first night beneath the animal beauty of the handsome 
German shepherd now lying quietly at her feet, and the many times which 
followed, both unwanting... and passionately wanting! 

Had it not been for Shep, she would have left Vic Marshall long before that 
fatal night. The magnificent animal had truly entranced her and the thought 
of leaving him behind had been more than she could live with. The incredible 
rapport between them was deeper than any hate she held for her cruel 
husband. God, if that beautiful animal had been human, there would never 
have been a question! 

They came one night. She'd been in the kitchen and dinner was ready. It was 
late, near ten, but Vic had come home only an hour or so earlier wearing a 
troubled expression and she knew better than to question it. Besides, she 
had plans of her own encompassing escape and stealing Shep, plans which 
required the utmost thought and patience, and she welcomed extra time to 
think. Finally, she had gone to call him, approaching his den door and 
hearing the foreign voices barking harshly. 

"You bastard, Marshall... you goddamned crooked fuzz! You're dead. . . along 
with your whore-fucking mutt! The boss says blow your face off, and that's 
what I'm going to do!" 

Thinking about it now, Bonnie could hardly believe that she had done what 
she had. . . walking to the bedroom and getting the revolver Vic kept in the 
bedside stand. They were still talking, threatening, cursing when she threw 
open the door! She saw them standing with leveled guns on both her husband 
and Shep, who Vic had ordered to stay! They must have seen her at the same 
time! There was a split-second for her to measure! She saw the brutish look 
on the face of the one aiming at Shep, the other gunman nothing more than a 
blur! She'd raised the weapon and fired, spoiling his aim and saving the 
German shepherd's life. . . at the cost of her husband's! 

And she wasn't sorry! 

Chapter Two The mighty German shepherd lay placidly at his dark-eyed 
mistress's feet, very much aware of the many times she filled the glass with 
liquid then consumed it. The sight pleased him just as did her beauty and 
the cooing sounds she had begun to make down at him, for he associated all 
of this with expectant physical pleasure to come. Instinctively, he knew 
that very soon she would move from the chair and bid him to follow her into 
the bedroom. That had been their daily routine since his male master had 
gone away. 

Bonnie wasn't certain whether it was five or six Scotches she'd drunk since 
Ann Ramm had, accompanied her home. It was unimportant anyway. . . at least 
she felt better, relaxed and uplifted once more. Not even her lapse into 
bitter reveries depressed her to the terrible extent they had at first, and 
it was only the soothing effects of the liquor, plus the love of the big 
handsome darling at her feet that had done it . . . helped her keep her 
sanity. Her life would be totally empty and meaningless without Shep. Was it 
any wonder she should be plagued with jealousy whenever a neighboring wife, 
or any female for that matter, gushed over him? And lately there'd been 
several such times when she'd let him out for a little exercise, muzzled of 
course, that he'd wandered off and she had found him in a neighboring yard. 
Invariably, when she located him, there had been a house-frau involved, 
perhaps merely petting him, but that in itself was enough to make Bonnie 
angrily suspicious. There wasn't a bitch in the whole neighborhood who 
wouldn't take advantage of him, she felt, given the opportunity. 

"Well, baby, I think Bonnie's going to eliminate those opportunities," she 
said aloud with a rather thick tongue. "She doesn't intend to share her big 
lover. . . and something tells her that you might not be too discriminating. 
. . you old lecher." The massive animal got to his feet at the inviting tone 
of her soft husky voice, moving closer to rest his big head in the little 
valley her firm full thighs made beneath the short, hitched-up skirt of her 
dress. Her small, slender hand brushed lovingly over the furry crown between 
his erect, regal ears and he whimpered up at her. She felt the heat of his 
animal beauty against the smooth flesh of her sensitive inner thighs through 
the thin silky material of her dress and where his sniffing nose lightly 
pressured at the base of her belly. As always, a tiny spasm of sensual 
arousal stirred inside her, along with the knowledge of where it would very 
soon lead them. 

God, the beautiful sensations of passion Shep had brought her, even before 
Vic's death! She had only to reflect on their forbidden delights for the 
briefest of moments to set her right off. She could never get, enough of his 
savage love-making, the young voluptuous widow shamelessly thought as she 
sensed her breathing excitedly increasing and growing shorter at the feel of 
his soft furry head nuzzling snugly against the susceptible area of her 
warmly kindling loins. He whined up from her lap and she squirmed down lower 
in the chair, her wriggling movements hitching her skirt up higher around 
her generous hips until the sheer black nylon of her tight bikini panties 
came into view, the soft raven curls of her pubic hair narcissistically 
visible to her through the filmy fabric. She spread her legs slightly then, 
opening her exposed white thighs to the dog, a crazy thrill tingling up her 
spine at the sight of his dark head against their smooth white fullness and 
the narrow strip of nylon lewdly hugging the swollen little mound hidden 
there. 

The cool wetness of Shep's nose brushed against one satiny inner thigh as he 
pressed forward and sniffed. Bonnie jerked in reflex to the erotic contact 
with the soft pantied flesh of her vaginal lips, sensing the moistness 
already seeping down between the fleshy folds to dampen the thin wisp of 
black nylon covering. He smelled her rising heat, she knew, as again he 
whimpered, then licked out with his long red tongue to graze upward over the 
feverish mound of her pussy, raising a gasp of incited desire from her 
throat. 

"Oh, you luscious doll, you!" the dark-haired girl softly exclaimed, 
gleaming little fires of lust beginning to sparkle in her round, onyx eyes. 
"Let's be real naughty and do it right here on the living room floor, baby, 
okay?" she said, lurid impulses of sensuality flitting pen-mell through her 
roused belly and loins at the added deviation to their unnatural acts. "You 
don't care where we do it, do you, as long as Bonnie lets you? You handsome 
lover. . . let Bonnie get out of these damned clothes." 

Quickly, the statuesque brunette got to her feet and began to strip while 
Shep sat back on his haunches to watch intently with his unwavering brown 
eyes. 

"Darling, darling, how I wish you could talk to me!" she said, looking down 
to where the big German shepherd rested while she almost teasingly slipped 
out of her few pieces of clothing. "Then I could ask you, do you like to see 
me all naked like this, posing before you? What would you answer,. I 
wonder... that I have a beautiful body. . . that you love my firm white 
breasts with their little berry-like nipples. . . the sleek roundness of my 
hips. . . my long legs. . . because they are very nice legs, lover, and I 
know it!" 

She ran to him then, dropping onto her knees to hug his furry neck, her 
full, upthrust breasts and softly shaped buttocks dancing nakedly to bring 
her an added quiver of desire in the sensitive flesh up between her legs. 
She kissed him on top of the head, and his cool wet nose brushed into the 
deep valley between the lush white mounds of her breasts, his warm tongue 
lovingly following to send an electric-like sensation of excitement 
spiraling up her spine. She cooed and hugged him to her naked flesh, then 
scooted her buttocks backward on the carpeting, lying back until she was 
flat on the floor with her long legs spread lewdly open before the huge dog. 
Her liquor-glazed eyes gleamed as she stared into his dark brown pools of 
love. He was waiting, she knew, for her command. 

"Come on, darling... Bonnie needs you bad. . . as always!" . 

He came forward. Never did he seem so big as when she watched him moving 
upward between her scissored-open thighs, his powerful furry body never 
ceasing to almost fearfully excite her. God, how those poor girls Vic had 
cruelly used him to rape must have cringed in horror. . . but they didn't 
know how wonderful he was, anymore than she had known that first terrifying 
night. 

Shep instinctively sensed his mistress's momentary apprehension and 
whimpered, wagging his crescented tail in the usual reassurance. The blood 
raced hotly through his muscular body as he slowly eased up between the 
slender white columns of her welcoming legs to pause just above the soft 
hair-fringed mound where the perfume scent of her loins wafted heatedly up 
at him. 

Bonnie tensed as his beautiful head lowered and she could feel the warmth of 
his animal-breath panting against the wispy dark curls adorning her feverish 
pussy. She waited for his cool nose to once more brush the sensitive flesh 
of her tremoring inner-thigh. . . and then the passion-flushed lips of her 
hotly anticipating cuntal crevice! She heard his throat sound as he sniffed 
at her vulnerable loins before his long, fluid tongue began its wet ravaging 
of her hot, greedy flesh. 

The young naked widow gasped and squirmed beneath the fiery pleasure of the 
dog's forbidden caresses, watching with raised head as his long pink tongue 
relentlessly licked and splayed through the tender liquid slit of her cunt 
offered up to him with affection and lust. She felt its sleek wet animal 
length raking hotly over the little puckered ring of her anus, laving up and 
down again and again through the smooth crevice separating her now 
widespread buttocks before returning to her seething pussy. Then for awhile 
it toiled there, an ardent ravisher, unceasing and at last worming up into 
her tightly clasping vagina with an invading curl that caused her body to 
excitedly convulse at its obscene penetration deep up into her simmering 
cuntal depths. 

Seconds later, the dog's tongue found the tiny erect bud of her quivering 
clitoris and Bonnie moaned aloud with the heady rapture! Oh God, it was so 
beautiful. . . always so intoxicatingly beautiful. . . and for that, if 
nothing else, she could thank the brute of a sadist she had called husband. 
. . ahhh, oh God, Shep's glorious animal tongue! But suddenly, he was 
backing away and gaping at her through those limpid brown eyes! Yes, it was 
time, prime time, she thought as she smiled salaciously down at him. She 
leaned to the right to look closely at the dog's loins, but his 
lust-quenching penis hadn't appeared yet, though she could see his heavy 
canine testicles had begun to bloat with sperm. 

"All right, Shep darling, Bonnie knows what you want!" she wantonly 
whispered, suddenly turning over onto her belly and twisting her head so 
that she could look back over her shoulder and talk to him. "Time to fuck me 
isn't it, lover?" she hissed, the deliberate use of obscenities feeding her 
mounting lust. She drew her knees up beneath her and spread them wide apart, 
lowering her head to the rug to elevate the rounded moons of her soft white 
buttocks high for him. The tiny hardened nipples of her swollen breasts 
tingled as they grazed against the rough carpeting, and she said: "There, 
darling, does Bonnie's wet pussy look exciting to you? Let me see your big, 
handsome cock! Hurry up! Get it out in the open where Mama can see it!" 

She reached back then with both hands to clutch at the yielding ovaled 
cheeks of her lush buttocks and pull them obscenely apart. "Now, Shep 
darling! Up! Do it. . . fuck Bonnie with your wonderful, big cock!" 

As many times as the massive brute had mounted her in the past weeks, the 
curvaceous young widow couldn't escape the intense sensation of tremulous 
excitement his powerful furry body caused as he crowded in behind her 
nakedly upraised buttocks. She held her breath as he stood up abruptly on 
his hind legs, his strong forepaws grasping at her waiting hips. She twisted 
her head to look back at the lewdly inciting spectacle, her lust-charged 
brain, as always, fired still more at the sight of their obscene 
positioning. The total immorality of the huge German Shepherd mounting the 
spread white cheeks of her exposed buttocks generated wild sensations of 
raging desire and sent them whipping through her impassioned young body. 

Then, she saw it . . . the breath-taking length of his huge scarlet cock 
inching from its long beige-furred sheath, dripping hard, the tapered head 
waggling and dancing forward as it moved close to probe the wet pink split 
of her hungry pussy! She felt his strong body jerk tensely against the 
resilient flesh of her lifted buttocks. . . saw the dangling thickness of 
his blood-engorged hardness trying to penetrate the narrow vertical mouth of 
her vagina! 

A desperate growl from deep in the dog's throat came down to her, his 
clutching forelegs pressing more demandingly into the soft tender flesh of 
her naked hips as he floundered on his hind legs, eagerly trying to embed 
the sleek arrow of glistening red penile-flesh up inside her desire-inflamed 
pussy from behind. 

Oh, the wonderful angel, Bonnie thought as she reached back between het 
widespread legs to grasp the hot, spear-like lance and guide it toward her 
moistly nibbling vaginal lips, knowing even as she did it that there would 
be that excruciating moment of blinding, painful torment! And it came! Once 
knowingly insinuated, the long thick rod of animal flesh burst from her 
clutching hand to spread apart her soft hair-fringed pussy lips and force 
its way up into her tight, lust-slickened vaginal passage with all the 
subtlety of a train collision, rippling the wanting, stretching walls wide 
apart before its bevel-tipped hardness! 

Bonnie gasped for lost breath as the huge length of swollen dog-cock 
expanded and filled her shocked cuntal passage with a delicious stuffing 
agony, its pointed rubbery end pummeling against the tender tip of her 
sensitive cervix! She gasped out uncontrollably beneath his immediate brutal 
fucking, while the trained brute growled his own guttural sound of male 
dominance, beginning to savagely hump his powerful flanks as he fucked with 
animal instinct deep up into her yielding vagina. 

The sensations were not unfamiliar to Bonnie Marshall, but never would they 
be "old-hat". Her liquor-fired brain vibrated with her pounding blood while 
her voluptuous white body, bent in its nakedness before the ravaging German 
shepherd, quivered and convulsed in the throes of lustful intoxication. Her 
vaginal passage felt as though it had been rammed with a point-hewn baseball 
bat, even as blinding spasms of intensive passion filled her needful body, 
in her torment she still tried to raise her ass-cheeks higher and tighter 
back against her rutting lover's thick bestial hardness! 

She tried to look down between her legs to watch their obscene coupling more 
closely, but as always Shep's battering charges as he clutched possessively 
at her naked waist and hips made it almost impossible. Her full breasts, 
swaying down below her kneeling torso, rippled like quivering marshmallows 
to half block her view as she watched the police dog hammering up in to her! 
Fucking unhumanly, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting! Like a burning rod of 
flesh-sizzling delight it slithered in and out of her ravenously clasping 
cuntal channel, spreading the sensitive flesh open wider and wider as the 
beautiful animal hammered his long, pulsating cock deeper and deeper up 
between her salaciously angled thighs! 

Shep felt the warm love for this human female as always surging inside him, 
stronger than any feeling he had ever known. Before her there had been 
nothing. To be beaten and to be hungry, he remembered the same as he would 
never forget being taunted until he thought all humans were cruel. When they 
took the strap away from his mouth and said, "Charge"! he wanted to! They 
were his enemy. . . but not anymore. Not since whatever had happened to take 
away his master and he had come to know this mistress. He watched the upper 
portion of her smooth tapered back drop away to where her pretty face and 
warm breasts were flattened down against the carpet, the rounded mounds of 
her soft, resilient buttocks presented submissively to his rear assault. 
This. . . she, was his whole life, and he would die before leaving her and 
the love she gave him! 

He sensed his long, rut-hardened penis slipping forward again and again with 
a wet charge until it was entirely sheathed in the clutching, moist heat of 
her tightly clinging, female passage, his swollen sperm-filled testicles 
swinging down hard against the heated wetness of her curling pubic hair. 
Eagerly, he bucked and battered into her soft cuntal flesh, listening to her 
tiny groaning noises and sensing the quivering nakedness of her smooth, 
velvety buttocks flattening up against his hard-tensed belly as he tried to 
skewer her on to the last remaining inch of his lengthening rod of throbbing 
hot dog-flesh! 

The pain, Bonnie ignored, knowing the delights to come, and come they did, 
his canine cock settling in deep to raise those sensations inside her 
quivering belly! She felt the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his 
belly brushing teasingly against the smooth half-moons of her naked 
ass-cheeks! She twisted her head down to look back beneath her kneeling body 
in lewd fascination as the burning scarlet rod raced forward with a wet, 
fierce drive, pistoning to the very hilt up into the clutching wetness of 
her friction-incited widow's cunt! Simultaneously, she saw his heavy 
sperm-bloated balls swing down to smack punishingly against the flat 
softness beneath her raven pussy-hair as he fucked with furious lunges deep 
into her spreading cunt from behind! 

Jarred by the German shepherd's breast-rippling thrust, the sensually 
gasping brunette tried to concentrate on his long, battering cock-length 
hammering up into her, undulating her buttocks back to meet his powerful, 
ravaging strokes. Emotions of rank lust saturated her slaving nakedness as 
she thrust backward onto the thickening dog penis digging ever deeper into 
her softly tremoring belly from behind. There was no mercy in Shep's 
muscular fucking as he thudded against the soft give of her widespread 
ass-cheeks, his huge reaming cock an incessant rod of slippery, frictional 
joy sinking to its full length up into her hungering young belly! With 
whimpers of the naked, onyx-eyed girl rotated her buttocks lewdly back at 
him in an obscene frenzy, wantonly grinding her clinging human cuntal sheath 
over the huge scarlet length of his hardened animal penis! 

The warning flashed suddenly through Bonnie's obscenely bent form - the 
unquestionable signal of cum! Yes, yes, she was going to, and very soon! The 
overwhelming feeling ripped through the churning depths of her loins and 
stabbed delight at her seething belly, as she whimpered on the very brink of 
her orgasm and strained to achieve it. With all her might, she concentrated 
on Shep's thick wet cock sinking deep into the yet softness of her roundly 
absorbing buttocks, his furred fucking timed in quick, vicious animal 
strokes. She imagined her own pink cuntal flesh clinging wetly to his 
massive hardness when he pulled out of her, then vanishing up inside again 
with his battering thrusts, his heavy cum-filled balls below swatting 
audibly against the spread-open lips of her sizzling pussy! 

 Her Scotch-dulled brain whirled at the vortex of her mindless passion, her 
dark eyes catching the carnal spectacle of her full white breasts quivering 
and swaying to his furious barrage as she raised part way up on her elbows. 
She felt her short, disheveled dark hair flailing wildly as she tossed her 
head in cadence to the lustful moans bursting from her heaving chest. 

"Oooohhhh. . . fuck it, my lover! Give it to me harrrddd! Fuck me . . . fuck 
me . . . fuck me, Shep babbbbyyy!" she bleated in choked wantonness. 

The very ruttish whine in her tone made the rutting German shepherd 
understand the pleasure he was bringing her, and he whimpered in response as 
he thrust ardently up into her from behind, struggling on his strained hind 
legs to crowd in closer between her thighs. He felt the eager backward 
plunges of her soft wet female cunt hole sheathing his aching hardness. The 
burning heat of her tight mating passage was greedily clenching at his 
throbbing cock, causing the great pressure to begin down deep in his 
pulsating loins. He felt the dribbling wetness that trickled down the soft 
smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin 
glistening film of perspiration gathered on her naked white curves bent 
slavishly before him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in 
heated frenzy. The moment of release was almost there! Abruptly, Bonnie 
threw back her head face to wail a throaty, inhuman sound from deep inside 
her. Her sensually slitted eyes grew rounder and rolled upward, unseeing, in 
her head. "Oh damn . . . damn. . . I'm coming unglued, darling! Do it . . . 
oh God, h-hurry and do it for me before I go wild! Ooohhh . . . make me cum, 
baby! Fuck it hard. . . harrdd!" 

Instinctively, Shep knew as he pounded with trip hammer fury up into her 
hotly quivering vagina, all of his training seeming to concentrate now in 
his skillful animal-loins, his mental bank guiding the increased thrusts he 
pummeled up into her devouring human cunt from behind! He heard her voice 
choke into a strangled mixture of squeal and scream, saw her dark hair 
flailing uncontrollably from side to side as she began the first spasms of 
ultimate release. 

Bonnie skewered her frenziedly undulating buttocks back onto the dog's long 
thick rod of throbbing animal flesh in mindless bitchery! The first 
convulsion of her climax jolted her and she gasped in delight, slamming her 
rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmical1y fucking dog-cock 
with a frantic, violent lunge! Simultaneously, Shep responded with a forward 
thrust and a deep-throated growl, his huge burning hardness beginning to 
squirt its scalding animal sperm deep up into her wildly constricting belly 
in hard hot spurts! 

Again, Bonnie cried out, her insanely jerking buttocks beginning to contract 
in lustful convulsions to the feral eruption now bursting in her straining 
belly and loins! As she threw her head from side to side, her naked hips and 
buttocks bucked in mind-shattering erotic bliss. The combination of human 
and animal cum oozing thick and white from her tightly clenching cuntal 
mouth which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's 
slowly deflating cock. She felt the thin rivulets of their sticky orgasmic 
fluids running hotly down the sensitive flesh of her trembling inner-thighs 
to the living room rug below. Then, she pitched forward on her swollen 
breasts, gasping a long sigh of blissful fulfillment; as the dog lay down 
between her cum-smeared legs. 

Chapter Three Acting Lieutenant Dave Ramm didn't in the least enjoy the 
thoughts which had begun to plague him since his well-meaning, estranged 
wife had fucked up his whole goddamned case. Women! Jesus Christ! If it 
wasn't for the fact that he'd willingly run barefooted through a dozen yards 
of hot coals to get her back, he would probably have jacked her beautiful 
fanny right out onto the street! 

An hour ago he'd had to release Virgil Golde, the sneering young bastard. 
"Why don't you wise up, fuzz?" he'd jeered. "Don't you ever want to be 
anymore than acting big-wheel?" 

Sonovabitch! He'd had all he could do to keep from wiping him out. It had 
turned him rancid inside to free the punk, but without Bonnie Marshall's 
identification there was nothing else he could do. The frigging point was, 
she had picked him out of the line-up before Shep had pounced on him! Prior 
to that, he'd only thought it a remote chance that Golde might be one of 
Vic's killers. .. now, he felt almost certain of it! It was the dog that 
cinched it . . . but why had Bonnie suddenly responded as if someone had 
wired her girdle to DC current? 

Christ, he didn't want to believe it! He'd never had any love for Vic 
Marshall The bastard was a bad cop, a sadist, on the take, and everything 
else that caused policemen to be tagged as "pigs", but he'd been shot down 
in cold blood, too, and just maybe he'd turned over in his grave earlier 
that day when his young, sexy widow refused to finger Virgil Golde. Could it 
be? Was it possible. . . Christ. . . he didn't even want to think it! Bonnie 
hiring them? But. . . but why else had she shied off if not to protect her 
own self! 

Dave had slumped behind. his desk all afternoon, drinking coffee and 
refilling his pipe until his tongue burned as if someone had sandpapered it. 
Somehow, someway, he had to learn more of what made Bonnie Marshall tick, 
and he had no intentions of attempting that personally. Nailing one Reno 
Cusik through his mistress had already cost Dave his wife, whom he was about 
to try and woo back, but to try and stretch his luck with Bonnie Marshall 
could wind up in disaster. On the other hand. . . if somehow he could manage 
to elicit Ann's help. . . hoodwink was the word, and Christ if she ever even 
got an inkling that he was trying to use her. He swallowed tightly. Was it 
worth it? No man had ever asked for what he got more than Vic Marshall had. 
Dave had seen some of the girls he'd dragged in after a prostitution 
crack-down. . . pitifully whimpering young dolls, some of them hardly out of 
their teens. His blood iced. He could only imagine what Bonnie's life had 
been with the brutal bastard. . . or could he? 

Yet, Dave's job didn't call for character judgment; that had been one of 
Lieutenant Vic Marshall's faults. . . and he'd paid with his life for it . . 
. murder. . . a cop gunned down in his own home... and now that was his, 
Dave Ramm's job! Find the killers at any cost, the Commissioner had said. 
"Don't think of Marshall as a man, because he wasn't! We all know that! But 
he was a policeman, and therein lies your task, gentlemen! Bring in those 
cop killers!" 

Dave sighed heavi1y He'd been edgy all afternoon. Kline, he realized, had 
been steering clear of him. In fact, he hadn't had a rap on his office door 
in two hours. He grinned to himself as he started to repack his pipe then 
remembered his raw tongue, and tossed the pipe onto the metal ashtray with a 
loud ring. Maybe that was the secret of success when you bore some 
authority, frighten everyone with a display of bad temper. 

He threw his feet up onto the desk, stretching out his long legs, memories 
of Ann pleasantly fil1ing his head. Christ, what a beautiful girl his wife 
was . . . too nice, too lovely, too femininely wonderful for the likes of a 
gutter-ape like him. Where the hell was it along the way that he'd become so 
complacent as to think he could toss his six month old marriage on the line 
to catch a hood? The fact was, he'd never even thought about it that way! 
Crawling into the sack with Cusik's mistress had been nothing more than a 
necessary job. . . he'd told himself. . . yet his cock had sure gotten 
rock-hard at the sight of her young, naked curves dancing provocatively 
around that plush apartment for him! The immoral bitch! What a wicked fuck 
she'd been, and with a tiny pink tongue that could unravel a man's balls, to 
say nothing of her racketeer-keeper's shady secrets. Shit, he'd used her for 
both to the fullest advantage. When she wasn't mouthing and tonguing his 
ever-hardened cock, he'd milked every tiny morsel of information regarding 
Reno Cusik from her. 

But it had cost him . . . yeah, and dearly! He thought about that, too. 

"You lousy bastard!" Ann had screamed at him when implications appeared in 
the press. Even the radio and TV News hadn't been too delicate. No names, 
but his voluptuous blonde Ann hadn't needed them. She knew he was top man on 
the Cusik bust, and worse, had found the phone number of the big-shot's pet 
in his coat pocket. "Night school, eh? Fingerprinting. . . I need that to 
really make it, baby'! And so you did! I'll bet that bitch has your 
fingerprints all over her. . . but here's one that won't ever again, Dave 
Ramm! You bastard, I'm leaving you tonight!" 

And she had! 

That was five weeks ago. He'd gotten out of the apartment, taken a room, but 
for the first two weeks he'd sneaked around to watch her walking the three 
blocks to the hospital. He'd cried. He'd cursed, too, and pounded the 
steering wheel of his city-issued Chevrolet. Agony tore at him, worse in the 
beginning, but lessening some with the passing days, weeks, a month. Twice, 
he'd tried to offer her a ride, and two dozen times he'd attempted to call 
her on the phone. Nothing! Absolutely nothing .. . so why shouldn't he be 
excited about her unexpected appearance at his office this very day? Except, 
why had she timed it so perfectly with Bonnie Marshall's? Christ, wasn't 
fate ever on his team? 

Anyway, he had a date with her for tonight, a real live wanting date! He 
could still see the sparkle in her eye when she'd agreed to dinner! Damn, if 
he played his cards just right. . . just right, mind I you, he could, 
possibly could, end up in bed with her tonight! Oh shit . . . just the 
thought made "old heavyweight" stir in its tracks, jerking at the leg of his 
trousers. Goddamn, no girl in all the world could make love like her. . . 
when she was in love. . . and lately he'd pretty well resigned himself to 
the fact that he'd killed that emotion inside her for him . . . though she'd 
had that look in her eye earlier, hadn't she! Yeah, she sure had, and from 
here on out for the rest of this day he didn't intend to think of anything 
else! On second thought, he was going to his room where he could do it 
proper, where he could map out a bit of campaign strategy. Even a cop had to 
think of himself first once in awhile. 

Virgil Golde caught a cab to the heart of downtown Los Angeles, breezed into 
a, department store and out a side exit. He knew there'd be a tail on him. 
He hadn't spotted the fink, but it was standard procedure. Ramm wasn't about 
to let him disappear. 

He hailed a second taxi and gave a Westland address. Halfway there on Grover 
Avenue, he read the meter, shoved a bill in the driver's hand, and hopped 
out to move quickly toward a corner service station and public phone booth. 
From the glassed-in stall he pretended to place a call while he carefully 
scanned the area from whence he'd come. Nothing, but he wasn't satisfied 
yet. There could still be a tail out there someplace. 

He walked five blocks zigzagging his way as he moved into familiar 
territory. He was big and broad-shouldered and he knew the goddamned plaid 
sports jacket he wore could be followed from three blocks back. Suddenly, he 
turned into a narrow alley and broke into a jog, darting off into another, 
and still another. The garbage-lined network had once been his own 
neighborhood and he knew it like the back of his freckled hand. His heavy 
shock of red hair mussed aggravatingly with the effort. In front of a shabby 
door he came up short and breathing heavily, made a vain attempt to 
hand-comb it. Then, he entered. 

The stale smell of smoke, wood-rot and urine stung his nostrils. Clacking 
pool balls and male voices filled his ears. He passed the men's room, 
entering the long table-lined area, the curses and foul atmosphere beginning 
to ease the tension knotting his guts. He kept his eyes on the dirty glassed 
front as he walked toward the short, cigar-smoking fat man behind the small 
single counter. 

"Seen Milo, Pop?" 

The other nodded a barely perceptible double-chinned gesture. 

"Upstairs?" 

The nod again. 

"Alone?" 

The fat man shrugged. 

"Buzz him," Virgil snapped, irritated, then swung away toward a side door 
leading to a flight of rickety stairs. He was still as tight as a stripper's 
G-string inside. Why the hell hadn't Marshall's wife fingered him? There was 
no doubt in his mind about what she'd recognized him! She'd gotten a good 
look that night. . . knew that it was his arm she'd burned the hole in, the 
bitch! Then, that fucking dog coming at him the way he had! Still, she'd 
clammed up and run! There was something shitty about the whole scene! Had it 
been a trick. . . letting him go hoping he'd lead them to his partner? A 
cold shiver ran up his broad young back. Milo'd kill him if he every played 
that stupid. . . but he was sure he'd shaken any tail he'd had. 

The door he stood waiting before opened. A tall, skinny, almost 
ricket-chested man in his late twenties peeked through the cracked space, 
then the barrier opened wider. The man wore only shorts, the front of them 
obviously swollen. His long black hair was bed-mussed, his pale 
hatchet-shaped face drawn in an irked expression, his (beady black eyes 
anything but welcoming. He turned his back and Virgil entered, closing the 
door behind him. 

The small apartment was in its usual state of slovenliness. The young 
bleached blonde in the bed carelessly drew a sheet up over her nakedness, 
but not before Virgil was able to rake his lusty, colorless eyes over the 
fine white mounds of her ripe, nipple-tipped breasts. She gave him a nasty, 
frustrated glare from a pair of sensuously fired hazel eyes. He'd never seen 
her before. 

"How the hell did you get out?" Milo Penny said, dropping onto the edge of 
the bed and scratching at the mat of black hair covering his hollow chest. 

"They couldn't peg me," Virgil replied, his mouth twisting into its young 
brutish grin, his eyes shifting back and forth from Milo to the curved 
outline of the naked girl in the bed. 

"With that fucking hole in your arm?" the other questioned warily. 

"I tell you, they couldn't peg me! No shit! I was in a line-up and she. . . 
you know who I mean," Virgil said, glancing at the listening blonde, "she 
couldn't pick me out. . . man, she up and bolts from the room and the 
fucking dog goes for my throat, and still they let me go!" 

"Bullshit!" Milo spat. "And so you came straight there. . . !" 

"Come on, man," the big redhead grinned. "You think I'm stupid? I spent two 
hours leading any would-be tag a merry chase. Don't worry, there's no fuzz 
behind me." 

"Huh. What the hell you want here, anyway? We agreed we don't know each 
other, remember?" the hatchet-faced one edgily snapped. . 

"We gotta talk," Virgil said, eyeing him levelly. "It's important. . . and 
private." 

Milo's beady stare studied his one-shot partner in crime for a moment. He'd 
been sorry ever since he'd picked up the contract the corporation had out on 
Vic Marshall with this stupid sonovabitch. Sure as hell, he was going to get 
them both hung. The fucking stoop didn't have enough brains to blow his 
nose. But. . . he better listen, or he might be sorry. He looked back at the 
blonde in the bed, his half-swollen cock still throbbing in its unfinished 
lust. The sexy bitch was a fireball. She smiled, running her little pink 
tongue suggestively around the moist rim of her glossed lips, "Come on," he 
said. "Up and out, chick." 

Her smile faded, hazel eyes clouding in confused disbelief. "You're kidding! 
God, hon, we haven't. . I mean, we're not finished yet!" 

"We're finished for this fuck, pussy girl," Milo snapped, whipping the sheet 
off her to Virgil's ogling delight and the blonde girl's astonished anger. 

She swung from the bed with a flourish of rippling white flesh, her smoothly 
rounded curves and dampened black pubic curls magnetizing the redheaded 
intruder's lustful stare. She stuck her tongue out at him and with hands on 
arched hips lewdly thrust her naked loins forward. 

"Take a good look, ape!" she spat. Then, to the grinning Milo: "Jesus, the 
least you could've done was let me dress in private! " "Come on, come on, 
get into your rags and blow!" the skinny man ordered, ignoring her and 
walking to a junk-laded dresser to pick up a pair of home-rolled cigarettes. 
He tossed one of the joints to the eye-popping Virgil and lighted up. "You 
can come back tonight. . . " "To hell with you, big man!" she threw at him, 
tugging a tight pair of red nylon bikini panties up to provokingly enhance 
the intimacy of her young loins and whitely rounded buttocks while Virgil 
watched the front of his pants beginning to bulge noticeably. "I've got 
better things to do!" 

Milo shrugged and sucked at the stick. That, was one thing about the 
bastard, Virgil thought, his hardening cock beginning to jerk inside his 
shorts, he knew how to get the dolls, and the sonovabitch was ugly as sin! 
Maybe that was why he'd like to work steady with him . . . he always had 
plenty of pussy, nice stuff like this bottle-blonde piece. Christ, what he 
wouldn't give to worm it up that sweet ass for about ten minutes. He watched 
her pull a jersey over her head to cover those naked voluptuous breasts, 
draw on slacks and step into scuffed, low-heeled shoes. With small hands, 
she did something to improve the appearance of her tousled hair, then 
embarked toward the door. 

"See you tonight, Toni," Milo said. 

She jerked open the door and glared back at him. "Fuck you!" she spat. 

Milo laughed. "That's what I had in mind," he said. 

The door slammed and Virgil lighted his joint, the palms of his hand wet 
with aroused perspiration. He dragged deep, then began to unfold all that 
had happened to him, the ricket-chested Milo carefully listening as he 
flopped onto the bed in his shorts. 

"You mean the Marshall broad ran out of the line-up room without fingering 
you?" he questioned, watching the other who had dropped onto a straight-back 
chair draped with soiled clothing. 

"Yeah, just that." 

"Before or after the mutt jumped you?" 

"I can't be sure now... You know, Milo, you don't see very fucking much with 
those goddamn lights blinding you," Virgil said. "I wasn't even sure it was 
Marshall's wife until I saw that frigging dog coming at me! Jesus, if he 
hadn't been muzzled. . . " "You should've killed that fanged bastard when 
you had the bead on him"," Milo growled. 

"Shit, I almost did... would have if that bitch hadn't ripped my arm half 
off with her slug! As it was, I creased his skull . . ." 

"Yeah. . . and it looks as if the hound remembered that, too," Milo Penny 
reminded him. "Well, Virgil boy, I tell you. . . I don't like the smell of 
it! Naw . . . not even a little bit! I mean, why didn't Marshall's wife peg 
you? Fuck, there's no doubt but what she recognized you, and with the fuzz 
knowing you're wearing a hole in your arm! Something stinks, baby. . . and 
real bad!" 

"Y -You think it's a trick, Milo?" Virgil half-whispered, convinced of his 
partner's mental prowess. 

"I don't know... but I don't like it," he replied, seeming to slide into 
deep thought. "One thing though, it means they can't touch us without widow 
Marshall's willing evidence, eh? They've got nothing else... and either 
she's chicken, or playing a game with the fuzz, trying to trap us both. Milo 
sat up slowly in the bed. "Either way, Virgil, I think you and me are going 
to pay the pretty widow a late night call." 

"We are. . . ? W-What for, Milo?" 

The skinny, hairy-chested one grinned twistedly. "To inject a little fear in 
the sexy bitch's young life, man." 

"Yeah. . .? What about that fucking killer-mutt?" Virgil pressed, vividly 
remembering the attack he'd weathered earlier. 

"We'll have to look to him first, boy. You still got that Gas Co. uniform?" 

The redhead nodded, then began to stare vacantly with questioning eyes at 
the near-naked man on the bed. "B-But I don't get it, Milo? 

"I didn't expect that you would." the other replied almost in contempt. "But 
no sweat, Virgie. You just hustle to your place and pick up that uniform. 
We're going to work and the sooner the better!" 

Ann Ramm sat before her vanity absently brushing her long blonde hair with 
careful, sweeping strokes. Her young mind danced in excited anticipation. 
God, she almost felt as if it were a first date with some handsome devil 
she'd had her eye on for weeks. The pretty blue-eyed nurse smiled at her 
negligee-covered nakedness in the mirror. There was a certain pink flush to 
her cheeks, she decided, and a none-too-chaste glint in those reflected 
eyes. Even though he wasn't a first date, and far more homely than handsome, 
he was a devil all the way, and she'd had her eye on him since that day some 
two years ago when he'd written her out a ticket for bumping into a fire 
hydrant while making a V-turn in a school zone. 

What a ridiculous situation that had been, the way she'd begun to cry with 
all the school children gathering around to watch open-mouthed. It had been 
dismissal time on a hot California afternoon and she'd been on her way home 
from the hospital after a hectic shift when she'd remembered she should have 
stopped back at the supermarket if she wanted to eat that evening. Hence, 
the bumped fire hydrant in the school zone. 

"Why don't you leave her alone, you big bully?" a little amber-eyed girl 
with protruding teeth and long, kinky, brick-hued hair had demanded, tugging 
at his uniform trouser leg. 

"Yeah!" a chubby tow-headed boy put in. "That's Miss Belman who takes our 
X-rays! Leave her alone! What'd she do, anyway?" 

Ann would never forget the way his face had flushed. He'd even smiled at 
her, that unexpected bit of warmth coming from a policeman blotting up her 
tears. 

"I - I'm really sorry," 

she had weakly managed. "I -I've never gotten a ticket before. I guess. . . 
I guess I just wasn't thinking, officer." 

"It's your responsibility to be alert and thinking when you're behind the 
wheel of a vehicle, miss," he'd said as if he'd been reciting a line 
verbatim from a text book. "Supposing one of these kids had ran out in front 
of you?" 

"I wasn't going fast!" 

 "I should hope not. . . especially making a U-turn in a school zone," he 
said without looking at her as he wrote, his Adam's apple bobbing crazily. 

"You gonna give her a ticket?" the chubby, tow-headed boy wanted to know. 
"Boy! You're really something, giving Miss Belman a ticket like she was just 
anybody!" 

Ann had never learned who that little fellow was, but the way he'd rallied 
to her defense, as if she was just anybody! And then, that tall gaunt 
individual in blue uniform had leaned onto her car roof, his forehead 
resting against his forearm. He had smiled, showing her a million strong, 
glistening-white teeth. "I won't tear up this 'ticket. Miss Belman, but I 
will buy you a cup of coffee and discuss it further with you," he'd calmly 
said, his eyes twinkling. 

 She had merely gaped at him, a series of unexplainable emotions racing 
confusingly through her. "Is that customary for a policeman on duty. . . to 
make passes at defenseless girls?" 

"Certainly not, miss. . . but you see, I'm not on duty. I was on my way home 
when you decided to violate the law in triplicate. . . and a policeman's 
work is never done. Coffee?" 

Ann had gaped blankly at him for a few moments, more than intrigued, she 
realized now, utterly flabbergasted and wondering why the butterflies were 
tormenting her soft belly. "T -The shopping center... Dan's!" she had 
replied, speeding off and almost sideswiping another car. The young 
estranged wife continued to gaze into the mirror without seeing her own 
sheerly veiled nakedness, her love-starved mind feeding on nourishing 
reveries. What a gallant suitor he'd been, waiting until she'd almost had to 
beg him to take her to bed! The lovable bastard! He'd known from the 
beginning that she was head over heels in love, kissing her good-night after 
a Chinese dinner, smoothing his hands up her rib cage and almost, but not 
quite touching the pulsating fullness of her aching breasts! Oh, the heel. . 
. the wonderful gangling heel! Let him try that tonight, or any other of his 
little teasing tricks! She knew them all, and as well, she knew a few that 
turned him on like the Washington Christmas tree! 

Ann swung from the little padded vanity bench and slipped out of her 
negligee to begin dressing. She intended to drape, or undrape, her knowing 
curvaceous body to the sexiest extent. No brassiere, tiny bikini panties 
that were gossamery and black, sheer charcoal pantyhose and her most 
revealing black taffeta cocktail gown. It was short as anything. . . he 
probably wouldn't remember, but she had to be extremely careful about 
bending over when she got out of a cab or sat down. 

Her own voice singing along with the radio surprised her. God, it had been 
some time since she'd been this happy, hadn't it? And all because of I a 
date with her very own husband, the Adam's apple boy with the great big hard 
cock! Damn! She really loved it! She missed it and wanted it... making warm, 
passionate love to her just as it had that very first time in her own 
apartment, and later, on that little island the first night of their 
honeymoon! She loved it . . . could feel it at that very moment moving 
rhythmically in and out of the heated wetness of her cunt . . . his long 
hard penis deep between her open, wanting legs... making love to her. . . 
making babies... bringing them back together forever and ever! 

 They would! She felt sure of it! Tonight was it; she'd seen it in his eyes 
this afternoon and felt it to the depths of her very soul! Ann Ramm's lover 
had come back to her! And dear God, how badly she wanted him, needed him! 
The devilish bastard, the beautiful, handsome darling! God, she was a 
sensually dressed lure of feminine nerves! Tonight she could forgive him for 
anything... and she would, given half a chance, she knew! 

Chapter Four Dave brought her a corsage of red roses. Ann had kissed him 
right there in the open doorway for it. Had he made the slightest effort 
toward pressing the issue she would have led him straight into the bedroom 
and stripped her clothes off for him then and there, she was that keyed-up 
from the onset of the evening. 

"You want the neighbors to talk?" he gawked purposefully. "They could lay 
the word on your estranged husband, girl!" 

"I hope they do! I think he could use a good lay!" she whispered lewdly, 
smiling as she danced away toward a mirror to pin the floral piece onto her 
mini cocktail gown. "If you want to know the truth, he prefers to sleep with 
sluts. . . so I've been practicing up in case he comes home again." 

"Oh . . .?" he gulped, sensing the color flushing his cheeks as well as the 
stirring response of his too-long unused penis at her lust-inciting remarks. 
He moved into the room and closed the-door behind him, the sight of her 
provocatively adorned curves triggering further sensations of sexual hunger 
deep in his testicles. Christ, her voluptuously full breasts were 
practically bursting out of the dress low-cut 'Tee" that damned near plunged 
to her navel, their tiny nipples just about all she'd left to the 
imagination! Shit, maybe she wasn't lying! Maybe she had been practicing! 
He's never seen that goddamned sexy dress before! 

"You're a darling!" she said. "I've always been crazy over red roses! Did I 
kiss you yet for them?" 

"N-No." 

"Liar," she said, moving close to take his long face between her small hands 
as she pressed, her soft yielding contours meaningfully against him and 
warmly caressed his lips with ripe red mouth. "There" she whispered, adding 
a tiny undulation of hips and belly. "I have now." 

"Y -Yeah. . . you sure as hell have!" he gulped, stepping back to look down 
at the rising swell in the front of his pants. 

Ann tittered, then innocently: "Is something the matter, sir?" 

"Not yet! Hey, look, we have a reservation at the Palms. .. I think we 
better go before I lose my appetite" he managed, tugging at his jacket, then 
straightening his tie. 

"Aren't you hungry, darling?" she teased, her enticingly scented nearness 
making his knees weak. 

"Hungry? Hell, yes. . . I could eat all the way up a leg of lamb. . . ewe, 
that is . . . and then right into dessert!" 

She grasped his arm affectionately, drawing it against the soft give of her 
warm breast. "You're some sort of lecher, I think, sir. . . my sort! Come 
on, take me to dinner. . . or you might miss that dessert!" 

And what a delightful evening it was! Ann was floating when they came back 
to the apartment for a drink, and the erotic nightcap she knew he was 
longing for as much as she. It was after ten o'clock, but she already had 
set intentions of calling the hospital early to let them know she had the 
flu or something. . . and she certainly did have something, else she 
wouldn't be running such a high temperature up between her hotly trembling 
thighs! 

"What'll you have, darling... to drink, I mean?" she said, posing tauntingly 
before him. 

"Scotch 'n' water. . . lots of ice as always, baby. You forgotten so soon?" 

"Oh that's right! I should remember that, shouldn't I . . . but I keep 
getting you mixed up with another nice young fellow," she said, tripping off 
to the kitchen. 

For a fact, her goddamned tormenting was tearing him up. He wasn't even sure 
anymore whether she was putting him on or not! Christ, was she just 
bullshiting him, or was she really screwing around with someone else? "I 
hope you'll forgive me, darling," she cooed, handing him his drink and 
folding down beside him on the couch, the wine she'd drunk on top of the 
martinis making her feel wantonly loose and excited. She lay her head back 
onto his lap to be held, offering up her moistly glossed lips for kissing. 

Dave leaned down possessively, testing the warm rousing nectar her hot mouth 
offered and that he'd never forget! Jesus, what an intoxicating girl she 
was... he'd kill any sonovabitch who tried to steal her from him! Suddenly, 
he clutched her roughly to him, kissing her lustfully, his tongue thrusting 
penis-like between her yielding lips to feel the desire-heated warmth of her 
sucking mouth. They clung that way, his big, long-fingered hand worming 
inside the deep "vee" of her dress to cup and claim the full resilience of 
her warm hard-nippled breast. She gasped up into his mouth, her breath 
quickening as she held hungrily to his neck. 

She began to whine like a kitten as he hotly clutched and massaged the 
smooth young-girl flesh of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny 
pebble-hard nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them 
again and again to make her whimper and gasp into his mouth as he wetly 
tongue-fucked into hers. He was panting heavily when he finally raised his 
head and jealously searched her beautiful passion-fired face. "Tell me the 
truth, you little minx. . . have you been cattin' around? Don't lie now . . 
. the truth. . . and I'll shoot him with my own goddamned service revolver!" 

"I -In that case, I'm not going to tell you. . ." she smilingly whispered up 
at him. "After all, what do I want with a man who's dead!" 

You . . . you teasing little bitch!" he lovingly snapped, squeezing the 
generous mounds of her ripely swelling breast until she whined pleasure 
fully from the gentle erotic pain he knew she loved. "I'm going to give you 
all the man you can ever handle from now on . . . and starting right now!" 

"Ooohhh. . . that's the nicest thing you've said to me all evening, lover!" 
Ann fervently moaned, clinging tightly to him. I,I, B-But let's pretend. . . 
pretend we're lovers and nothing more, darling. . . like we were that first 
time. And you can do anything. . . anything you want to me . . . or tell me 
what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you, Dave honey. . . let it 
cum all up in my mouth and swallow it while you watch! I've missed you so 
much. . . love you so much! D-do anything you want to me, lover, only. . . 
don't make me wait any longer! Let's get naked, right here. . . I want to 
see your big cock again Christ, he couldn't remember when he'd suddenly been 
so goddamned lust-blinded! She sat up and he began to pull at his tie, 
trying to squirm out of his jacket at the same time, at the same time 
watching this gorgeous sexy creature beside him lower her zipper and slip 
her cocktail dress down off her beautiful, soft-sloping shoulders. She was 
not wearing a brassiere, and the sudden sight of her fully rounded white 
breasts in all their naked loveliness causing the young husband's swollen 
cock to jerk up in his pants! It was as if he were seeing them for the first 
time! Their tiny, bursting pink nipples were as hard as little stones, and 
the mounds of silk smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her own 
frenzied stripping away of her clothing. 

Dave watched the skimpy black dress disappear, then her sheer charcoal 
stockings, and finally the wispy black nylon panties that unveiled the 
golden curls of her pussy mound, the most cock-throbbing sight he'd ever 
seen in his life! He struggled with his pants and shorts, cursing them... 
and then she was moving toward him, her gleaming blue eyes hungrily fastened 
on his towering, blood-hardened cock! He knew her intentions, even wanted 
her to suck him off, but not as badly as what he wanted! He held out his 
hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft 
give of her sensuously full breasts. 

"I-I want to hold it and kiss it for you, darling!" his naked lover-wife 
whispered hotly as he pressed her backward until she was lying flat with her 
beautiful blonde head wedged between the arm and back of the couch, one foot 
on the cushion and the other hanging off with foot on the carpet. Her smooth 
shapely legs were spread lewdly open to him, the firm whiteness of her 
generously rounded thighs and flat belly a perfect enticement with the silky 
golden tendrils of her softly curling pubic hair! He saw the thin pink 
crevice her passion-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, and 
his aching cock jerking responsively upward with an almost painful series of 
throbs at the lust whetting sight as if he'd never seen it before! 

Sonovabitch! I had to be out of my goddamned mind! This was what I was 
gambling with at home, to trap a punk by sleeping with his whore-mistress! 
Jesus! Chancing losing this for that little bitch... and maybe I have! We're 
only playing lovers tonight not husband and wife! That's what she said. . . 
just lovers! Oh Shit! I can't blame her. . . but I'm going to fight like a 
bastard to win her back. . . and I know how! 

"Oh .. . oohhh, darling," Ann moaned, clutching at his hand as he lurched 
forward between her hotly trembling thighs, feeling him lifting her legs. 
She drew them back willingly to give him greater access to her naked cunt as 
he moved up over her. She stroked her fingers through his tousled hair, 
sensing his hands wedging down beneath the rounded moons of her ass-cheeks 
and drawing her loins up closer to him, his face suddenly nuzzling into the 
wet, fire-filled intimacy of her seething pussy. 

Christ! The heady, sensual aroma of it alone was enough to make him cum, 
Dave inwardly choked! Had he forgotten what it was like. . . lost in his 
goddamned cops and robbers world? Yeah... yeah, he had, he realized, staring 
lustfully at the bewitching spectacle of her snugly clenching cuntal lips 
and the gilt curls encircling it! He moved closer, forgetting that he'd ever 
tried it before and been refused, and thrust out his tongue, drawing it 
slowly up from the base of her girlishly clasping pussy-slit to the very tip 
of her pulsating clitoris. With agonizing slowness his tongue spread open 
the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over 
the sensitive inner flesh of her cunt with lecherous aggressiveness. 

Oh . . . ooohhh God, lover!" Ann groaned sensually, her whole desire-incited 
young body trembling nakedly beneath his passion-spiraling tongue. "Oh you 
darling. . . you're wonderful! Aahhh, lover, do it . . . oh yes, do it good! 
Eat my cunt! I need it so bad. . . and I'll suck your cock while you lick me 
there, precious. . . swallow your cum, oh God, yes! Please, lover, turn 
around for me." 

Jesus Christ, he could hardly believe it was happening! His sweet little 
innocent wife who'd always refused to let him try this before, and would 
never touch his cock with her lips - the separation had really worked 
wonders! She was as hot as a forest fire tonight! He remembered some stupid 
idea he'd kicked around earlier about trying to cleverly con her into 
helping him get to Bonnie Marshall. Christ, he had to be weak in the head! 
Ann's unbelievable wanton plea was now lashing around crazily inside his 
brain! This oral approach on her part was sure a first. She'd always been a 
little hot box, but straight-on, no deviations, and again he mentally 
questioned her recent.. fidelity. As much as he wanted to shove his aching 
cock right down her lovely throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several 
more times through the hot wet folds of her hungrily clenching cunt, then 
raised up over her and crawled forward. 

"First, baby, I've got to fuck you. . . it's been so goddamned long! So 
reach down between your legs and put daddy's needing cock where it belongs! 
He's coming home, Angel!" 

"Ooohhh . . . yess . . . yesss, darling. . . whatever you say!" Ann moaned. 
"Fuck me, lover darling. . . whatever you say!" Ann moaned. "Fuck me, lover 
darling. . . fuck your angel good!" she hissed, grasping the hot, solid 
length of his lust hardened rod beneath his hovering body and seating its 
blunt blood-filled head at the lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do 
it, my Dave, shove the beautiful brute thing way up into my belly! Fuck me 
until I scream, lover. . . please. . . I need it so bad!" 

Oh shit! She needed it bad? He was going out of his goddamned gourd! He had 
no more than wormed the turgid tip of it up into the tight, liquid sleeve of 
her seething cuntal passage when his curvaceous wife-lover began to nakedly 
writhe and squirm beneath him in love-starved wantonness! Obscenely, she 
thrust her smoothly rounded hips and hollowing buttocks up at his skewering 
cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and 
gasping little cries! "Oh God... so beautiful. . . wonderful, darling! Fuck 
it deep!" she moaned, heaving her soft curl-covered loins in an immediate 
fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering up into her tightly clinging 
cunt. "Ahhh . . . it's so big, lover. . . mmmmmm . . . home at last! Old 
heavyweight. . . and he's that all right! Goddd... he fills my hot cunt-hole 
right up into my tingling belly! Uummm . . . give it to me, lover! Fuck your 
baby hard with it! Yess. .. like that. . . ooohhh . . . I want to see, Dave! 
Let me look!" 

Shit, he'd never seen her so fucking hot, so lustfully beautiful and 
enticing! The flaming velvety flesh of her girlishly tight vagina was 
grasping and nursing his aching hardness like a gripping liquid fist, the 
frenzy of their fucking filling the living room with lewd fleshy slapping 
sounds! From the very first stroke he'd felt his sperm-inflated balls 
thudding down hard against her tiny puckered anus as they slapped between 
the ovaled white moons of her widespread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself up on 
his elbows above her to give her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes fixing 
on her firm lush breasts that were quivering like some delicious vanilla 
pudding with his every jarring lunge up into her! She raised her golden 
blonde head and gaped down between their obscenely joined bodies while he 
did the same, and the sight of his long thick cock moistly vanishing up 
inside the widely stretched, curl rimmed mouth of her greedy pink cunt, 
caused her to gasp out in sensual desire! 

Ooohhh, Dave lover. . . I-I . . . I'm going to cummm! Fuck it hard while I 
cummmiinnggg . . . . She whined with uncontrollable passion, wrapping her 
long naked legs lustfuUy up over his back up onto his charging cock like a 
circus performer shinnying up a pole! 

Wildly she fucked and whimpered beneath him, her voluptuously curved body 
quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding flesh clinging 
with naked abandon as if she were fused to him! Christ, she'd never Climaxed 
this quick before... and he'd hardly begun! He hoped to God she didn't get 
up-tight with him for not stopping just because she'd cum. . . but Jesus, he 
couldn't... no way. . . ! And then, she half-groaned. 

"Ooohhh . . . Dave. . . sweet lover... I'm cummmiinngg agaaiinnn . . . !" 

Dave felt her long fingernails gouging the muscles of his arms, raking 
across his shoulders and back as his young wife trembled and spasmed around 
the rigid length, of his deep-buried cock plunged far up into the moistly 
spasming passage of her vagina. Once more, she let out a low soulful groan 
and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, he'd never even known her 
before! It occurred to him that he'd never really made love to her before 
tonight. . . he'd just been performing some sort of preliminary work! 

Never in the short history of their marriage nor in the most erotic moments 
of her brief sexual life had Ann Ramm experienced such total, lust-filled 
enchantment, and she knew it was due to her own mental preparations! The 
denial of love.. . his wonderful cock fucking into her. . . going without 
for five whole weeks, had triggered something new and sensational inside 
her. At night, when she'd lain alone in the darkness desperately making 
herself cum with her own fingers, she would imagine her husband's long thick 
cock fucking into her mouth, even cumming in there, although she had never 
let him. . . and she would swallow it, she knew, not caring what it tasted 
like! All of these things she had lived again and again throughout those 
five long, lonesome weeks, until she knew exactly how it would be if he ever 
came home again.. . and now, he had! Ooohhh God. . . how many times had she 
cum? She'd lost count. . . it was so wonderful. . . she hoped only that it 
would never stop. . . and she would suck him . . . a thousand times she 
would suck his thick hard cock until it squirted its white-hot sperm out 
into her mouth... down her throat. . . she would! She would! It had become 
an obsession with her! 

Lustfully, Dave gaped down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see the 
hot pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the 
cum-moistened hardness of his pistoning cock when he pulled back out of her! 
Christ, it was like the tender flesh of her lips sucking hungrily at his 
heavy-veined shaft, the silken hair-fringed edges of her pussy feverishly 
clenching it and holding 'it deep up inside her belly. 

He fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid sheath of her ravenous loins 
avidly swallowing the blood-engorged head of his pulsing cock! She moaned 
incessantly now, giving herself up to his animal-like barrage, this new wife 
a sensually beautiful creature the likes of which he'd never even hoped for! 
Blindly, he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes into her 
lasciviously upthrusting cunt! 

"Ooohhh David... my wonderful man. . . we must do this more often, lover. . 
. like four or five times a day!" Ann lewdly gasped. "Unnhhh.. you're 
fucking your baby so deliciously! I love you...! Ooooohhh Goddd... I-I'm 
going to cum again. . . yesss . . . nowwww. . . .! 

Insanely, she clung to him, her trembling legs locked tightly once more with 
her ankles up over his back and her heels pounding his hard-tensed buttocks, 
her soft loins smacking fleshly up against him as she undulated his hips 
with wild abandon, making her steaming cuntal passage massage his burning 
hard cock in a lurid, salacious churning act that caused his bloated, 
cum-filled balls to signal the end! 

 "Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ, baby! I'm going to cum ....! 

Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her slender hands 
pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him! 

"No! No, lover . . not in there! Please. . . " Ann pleaded, her determined 
strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked cuntal 
passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the 
couch cushion. "Crawl up over me, lover! I want it in my mouth! Oh God, 
darling, shoot it in my mouth! I've got to suck it, to swallow your cum .. . 
please . . 

Dave didn't struggle! His brain reeled as she squirmed around beneath him 
until be was practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her full 
voluptuous breasts, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated sac 
of his balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his 
jerking cock back into her warm body anywhere! Almost frantically, she 
clutched its thick, cunt-slick base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far 
as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled tips up over the huge 
purplish head glistening wetly from her vaginal secretions! Little purling 
mewls and humming sounds of intense passion arose in her throat, vibrating 
the entire length of his impatiently jerking, hardness as she began to 
feverishly tongue and suck it! She cupped his semen-filled balls in her 
small hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm 
of her back-and-forth head movements, making him know what she wanted beyond 
the shadow of a doubt. 

"Oh shit!" Dave choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck in 
and out of the hot moist shelter of her mouth. "Suck it, you sweet little 
woman! Suck it...suck it hard, baby. . . and any second now. . . its going 
to fill that soft warm belly right to the brim with a big flood of cum!" 

 "M'mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Ann passionately moaned in her obscenely 
positioned nakedness, her hand massaging' and milking his heavy 
sperm-inflated balls with an eagerness born of lust as she tried to work his 
thickly pistoning cock farther and farther into her voraciously sucking 
mouth and throat! If felt good there. Oh God, it felt good! Why had she 
never wanted to do this before? 

And then it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her 
lust-swollen breasts with his lewdly hollowing ass-cheeks, and, watching the 
pink inner-flesh of her lush red lips ovaling hotly around his moving cock 
when he withdrew it from her mouth on the backstroke." Then suddenly, in the 
midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into 
his rectum all the way to the palm of her little hot hand! "Oh Christ!" he 
gasped and swore when she began to smoothly rotate it around inside, 
massaging the sensitive, rubbery depths! "Ooohhh . . . that did it, Angel! 
Daddy's cuummmiinnggg! Mouth-fuck it hard you cock-sucking lover-wife. . . 
hard" Dave writhed his hips furiously, watching her beautiful cock-stuffed 
face, the lips sucking slavishly, his massive rod of flesh hardening even 
more with the presence of the needle-thin stream of hot viscous sperm 
rushing up the full length of it! 

It burst as the blonde beauty beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing 
obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his 
pungent-tasting cum, flooding deep in to her impatiently waiting mouth and 
throat! Ann felt her cheeks ballooning almost to the bursting point as she 
began to swallow in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips 
in a firm band around his spasming hardness and sucking with lust-inspired 
fury, while his seemingly endless reserve of cum continued to spew out into 
her mouth, and his hands clutched at her head to pull her face harder onto 
his wildly squirting prick! 

 The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it could be, and 
at the first hot, racy taste of his semen her own climax was triggered 
again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as she 
felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her sensually 
jerking loins and belly! And then his huge pleasure-giving cock began to 
grow limp in her still greedily sucking mouth, until at last there remained 
nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them. 

Breathing heavily, Dave climbed off his young wife's obscenely - sprawled 
nakedness, the sight of her lush lips and chin glistening with the warm wet 
whiteness of his sperm sending the strongest, heartfelt sensations of love 
for her charging through him that he'd ever known! Christ, he could almost 
cry he was so happy. . . and then he saw that she was already crying! 

Chapter Five "You sure you did it right, Virgil?" Milo Penny asked under his 
breath as they sat in the darkness of his brand new Caddy. He liked the 
smell of its Detroit birth, the feel of the compact wheel beneath his greedy 
hands. Shit yes, he was greedy. He'd never had anything like this before, a 
Coupe de Ville, spotless and all his own, a stolen job, but he'd paid for 
it. Yeah, he was on his way. 

"Sure. . . just like you said, Milo. I opened the capsule and stirred the 
stuff in the mutt's food," the redheaded, brutish-mouthed one answered. 
"Hey, you got another joint?" 

"Cool it, man. You've had three! I like a high, too, but there's work to be 
done. Besides," the skinny, ricket-chested gangster broke into an evil grin. 
"This should be real pleasant work. . . like fucking. You dig that, Virgie?" 

"Wh-What the hell you got in mind, Milo?" Hold tight and see. Let's wait a 
little longer and make sure that goddamned man-killer gets his nourishment." 
He sat back in the seat and stared proudly at the intriguing instrument 
panel. "You know this wagon belongs to me, one Milo Penny? How 'bout that? 
What the fuck do you do with your money, Virgil?" 

"My money. . . ? Well, I give my old lady a lot because she needs it . . . 
and I shoot pool sometimes, and. . . and I win at poker, Milo." 

The other laughed. He looked at his watch. 

"What time you got?" 

"Twenty after eleven." 

"A light just went off in the Widow Marshall's front room. She's probably 
getting ready to turn in," the hatchet-faced one quietly appraised. "You're 
sure you spread that capsule good in the mutt's food?" 

"Sure! Just the way, you said, Milo!" "Okay. . . you got the key we had 
made?" "Right here." 

"Give it to me," the hollow-chested one said, holding his hand open and 
waiting while he went back over his program. It'd worked almost too 
smoothly. But sitting by and playing eyeball was always a nerve-racking 
game. He'd done it enough and ought to know. Though tricks like this were 
usually soft enough. They'd only had to wait for her to leave her quaint 
little house before he'd sent Virgil in his fake Gas Company uniform to 
work. He hadn't had to use the skeleton keys, the back-door was unlocked! 
Making a wax impression from one of hers had only taken a minute, no longer 
than reading a gas-meter, and saturating the usual dish of food a mutt had 
in some corner of the kitchen didn't take any time either. The stupid 
bastard had worked well, better than Milo'd expected. All the same, Virgil 
had just climbed back into the car when the sexy Bonnie Marshall had swung 
back into her yard, probably from a shopping tour, Milo guessed. 

They'd eaten at a taco stand and come back, parking well up the street. The 
sun had just been setting and Milo figured they had hours ahead. 

He wanted to be sure that bastard German shepherd was dead asleep. He took 
the rag he had put in the glove compartment and busied himself polishing the 
buttons on the dashboard, half-listening to Virgil's cunt-happy ramblings. 

His own brain had been working overtime measuring the eye-catching charms of 
Vic Marshall's widow. He hadn't thought about that at first, but he did now! 

Women... girls. . . anywhere from twelve to . . . to what. . . ? They all 
intrigued his lust! Sinking his cock in them, making them suck him, like the 
little teenager next door to his sister where he sometimes stayed. Yeah! She 
was afraid not to. A sweet little, long blonde haired kid with nubbin tits 
and a half-dozen hairs on her pussy! Christ, that was something, wasn't it? 

He'd caught her cold swapping a bicycle wheel in the apartment building 
garage where she lived. Working like a beaver, she was, the wrench flying. 

"What the hell are you doing that for?" He'd shocked her from behind. 

"Oh Lord! ... Who .. . Who are you?" she gasped, ready to break into 
giveaway tears. 

"I . . . I just can't have anymore flat tires. . . My pop says. . . ." 

"Yeah? Well. . .let me help! The rate you're going you'll be caught sure as 
hell! Look," he said, squatting down beside her, "don't worry about getting 
those nuts on so tight. Move fast, baby. In and out. . . like this!" 

Outside in front of the building, she found a big teeny-bopper smile for 
him, green-eyes excitedly dancing. "Wow, thanks... you're cool, man!" she 
exclaimed as he stepped back and laughed, his brain racing. 

"Thanks. . . ? Hey, that's not quite enough, chick unlike you, I don't dig 
flat tires. What's it's going to be yearling, money sex? 

She stared at him for a moment, her pubescence showing through. "M-Money, I 
guess." 

"How about sex?" 

She blushed. "A little maybe... I'm only thirteen. " "That's a nice tender 
age for learning, honey. . . as long as you have a good teacher, eh?" 

"I . . . I don't know," she stammered. 

He chuckled. "You owe me, right?" 

She nodded, hesitantly, those young green eyes confused but still excited. 

"Sure you do. Now, where do you know that's private... real private where we 
won't have to worry about being bothered. Milo wants to broaden your 
education. You dig?" 

She swallowed tightly, her smile flashing off and on like a Christmas bulb. 
"Down the street," she finally said, " . . . the second empty building. .. 
up the alley, third door and whisper Flossie. . . it's an old deserted 
store." 

"You're Flossie?" 

She nodded. 

"And you'll be there?" 

"I-I- ... yes..." 

He leaned close and whispered, "You ever seen a boy's cock?" 

Again she swallowed and blushed. "A couple. . . my brother's and father's".. 
and ,Jimmy Evans . . . " "You play with 'em?" he pressed, sensing his own 
member lustfully lengthening in his pants. 

"J-Just Jimmy's a couple of times," she managed, looking down at the 
sidewalk. 

"Put it in your mouth, did you. . . suck it, maybe . . . or did he fuck 
you?" he pushed, testing her knowledge as he watched her blush and squirm, 
her pretty young eyes lewdly sparkling every time he used a four-letter 
word. 

"Not the last! I've never done that! I'm too young to have babies!" she 
hissed in fright. 

"Man, Pop'd kill me for sure!" 

"Even worse than more flat tires, eh?" 

She made a silly laugh. "You better believe it!" 

"You just sucked him, that night, Flossie?" 

"A... a little." 

"You want to suck mine for me . . . to pay me back for helping you swipe the 
wheel?'" "Scared, huh? Well. . . " he leaned close once more and spoke under 
his breath, "suppose I lick your pussy for you first?" 

"I-I'm not scared!" she whispered back, his offer obviously sparking a new 
stimulation in her developing young body. "Be careful nobody sees you turn 
in the alley though. I-I'll go first. You better wait a few minutes before 
you follow. " "The second empty building, up the alley, third door and 
whisper Flossie?" 

"Y-Yes.. .I'll be watching for you." Virgil interrupted Milo's lustful 
reverie with his question, "How long before we move in, Milo?" 

"Huh. . . ? A few minutes," the hatchet-faced one snapped, irritated at 
having his obscene thought-train broken. It was almost as wild reliving 
those crazy cock parties as the real thing had been. It always worked him 
right up until nothing but a good mean fuck or the likes would do, and 
that's the way he wanted it when they paid that dead cop's curvy-assed wife 
a visit! "Just sit tight. I'll tell you when it's time." 

Milo lighted a cigarette, flicked the radio onto some rock and leaned back 
to vividly recall that first time with little Flossie. She'd been waiting 
for him right near the door. It'd been dark as shit inside and her little 
hand reaching out to grasp his had given him a hell of a start. She had 
closed the door and led him back into the inky stench of old empty 
buildings, like old people get when no one looks after them. Suddenly, he 
saw light flickering up ahead and realized they were in the front of the 
boarded up store and a candle was burning on a dirt-crusted counter. 

"This is my secret place!" Flossie said. "I discovered it three years ago 
when we first moved here, but you're the first person I've ever showed it 
to!" 

"What about Jimmy Evans? Where'd you do it with him?" 

Milo wasn't sure in that light, but he thought she was blushing again. "I 
babysit him sometimes. He's only nine." 

"And he lets you play with his little dinky cock?" he said, reaching for her 
and drawing her tensed young teenage body up against him so that his already 
hardened cock-shaft was pressing hotly against, her soft mid-belly. He knew 
she felt it by the way she stiffened away, her breathing catching fearfully. 
"Don't be afraid, chick, Milo's your friend, remember? Now. . . answer my 
question. Does he let you play with it, or do you have to tease him . . . 
maybe pay him a a little?" 

"S-Sometimes, I give him a quarter. . . " "And then you put it in your 
mouth?" 

"N-Not always." 

 "What do you do with it, kid? Come on, tell me. You know I won't say 
anything," he prodded, beginning to run his hands over her developing 
curves, rubbing her firm young breasts teasingly, then smoothing down her 
back to feel a generous pair of rounded, nubile buttocks. He fingered her 
tiny miniskirt up behind and clasped his man-hands onto the fleshy, 
pantie-covered ovals of her teeny-bopper ass-cheeks, feeling them firmly 
clenched to his exploring palms and fingers. 

"I-I . . . sometimes I rub it into mine. . . or . . . when it's hard he 
sticks it into me back there." 

That had given him a hell of a jolt, Milo remembered. "Back where... here?" 
he'd hoarsely whispered, running one finger down through the tight 
nylon-covered vale between her boyish ass-cheeks, and she'd nodded her head 
against his shoulder. "Y -You like that, having his prick stuck in your 
asshole?" he'd hotly asked, his own hardened penis jerking like a mustang 
against the babyish give of her soft, little belly. 

"I-I don't know... 1 guess so... but it doesn't go in very far. . . " "And 
you play with your cunt while he does that", right?" Milo had pressed, 
visualizing the whole cock-throbbing scene in his mind. Again, the little 
nod of her head against his shoulder. 

Jesus Christ, thinking about it now while they waited, he couldn't remember 
a time when he'd ever been so fucking keyed-up, not even the night he'd 
ass-raped that middle-aged wife of a minister who'd begged him to let her 
suck him off after! Everything about teeny Flossie had dragged at his 
bloated balls like a suction machine. Her long blonde hair way down to the 
middle of her back, those just filling-out pink-nippled breasts, the firm 
smooth flesh of her lush little girl buttocks, and thighs and legs that were 
going to be knock-outs! Christ, he wished he had her right there now on his 
lap! He'd have to pay his sister Rose another visit. . . but, of course, 
little Flossie wasn't the same chic!, she'd been that first time two years 
ago. She'd learned that she was sitting on a fortune and had soon began to 
capitalize on it, thanks to him. Though she sucked him with more skill now 
and wasn't worried about having babies, it was that wild innocence when she 
was new, eager and tender that had flipped him and made him go hunting for 
similar little teeny-boppers. 

"Are, you sure we're safe here?" he'd questioned, looking around at the 
looming, bulky shadows of other counters and stacked wooden boxes. 

"Sure I am! Nobody ever comes here. The building's condemned. They're going 
to tear it down pretty soon!" she replied, rapid-fire, stepping back to look 
up at him as if worried that he might change his mind. 

He grinned. "Give us a kiss... a real hot girl-boy kiss!" he said, and she 
had tried, moving in close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. But 
it had been a post-office, little-girl act with her lips tight together, 
though she'd held it for a long time. 

"How's that?" she whispered finally, smiling up at him. 

"Not bad for starters. Now, take your panties off and open your blouse," he 
ordered, using a gentle, unfrightening tone. "You wear a bra?" 

"Yes. . . " "Take that off too." 

"Y-You won't hurt me, Milo. . . honest, you won't will you?" 

"Come on, baby... I'm your friend, remember. . . ? 

She took off her clothes then, embarrassed, but she did it, yet in a way 
where he couldn't see a damned thing, her skirt covering her young pussy as 
she reached up beneath it to roll her little panties down her slender legs 
and step out of them. And then, she removed her blouse, her naked shoulders 
looking white and narrow in their gentle sloping. . . and finally her small 
bra, exposing the taut pointed mounds of her young budding breasts, their 
tiny pink nipples in the flickering candlelight looking like miniature 
marbles! 

"T -There!" she gasped. "I feel as if I'm all bare!" 

Milo cupped her warm soft breasts in his oversize hands and played with them 
for a moment, squeezing and massaging his big rough palms over their little 
hardened tips, his cock jumping crazily inside his pants. "Take it out!" he 
hissed at her. "Go ahead, while I play with your tits! Do it just like you 
do to Jimmy Evans! " She hesitated, but only briefly, then he felt her 
lowering his zipper and her small girlish hand moving inside, her cool 
fingers finally curling around his swollen rigidity to send stabs of 
lecherous lust shooting through him. Her breath quickened with shock, he 
knew, at the feel of his hot heavy hardness and for a moment she just held 
onto it before bringing it out, then gaped down in the gloomy half-light. 

"Geez! It's huge! Are they always this big?" she gasped. 

"The bigger the better, honey!" he told her. " Just get down on your knees 
where you can look closer at it and I'll explain." like a sex education 
class in school, eh?" 

Slowly, Flossie lowered down onto her knees while he held to her firm young 
breasts. She settled down until her face was right in front of his lewdly 
exposed cock and started to take her small hand away, but he caught it. 
"Move it back and forth, baby.. . yeah, like that," he choked. "Now way back 
until the head's clear. Ungh! See it now? Look at the slit in the end. . . 
you know what that's for, don't you?" 

The pubescent girl nodded, her eyes fixed on his throbbing hard cock. 
"I-It's all wet! There's a tiny bubble there in the hole." 

"T -That's love-juice! You made it come out! 

"I did?" she looked up at him, excitedly pleased. 

"Sure! And look down here." He tore open the fly of his pants further to 
expose his cum-bloated balls. "You know what they are?" 

"Y - Your nuts!" her thin, little-girl voice eagerly questioned. 

Milo nodded and she" looked back at them". "Feel 'em!" he said. "But very 
gently. Don't squeeze! " She did. "Geez, they're so big, Milo! Jimmy's are 
little and tight and you have so much hair, like my father!" 

"Haven't you got any hair down there!" he quickly asked her, his long, 
protruding cock throbbing visibly before her young eyes. 

"A-A little. . . I'm only thirteen, you know," she reminded him, the tight 
excitement in her tone telling him she was loving what he was making her do. 

"Kiss it!" he ordered. "Kiss it on the tip and just run your tongue over it 
.. .like you do to Jimmy!" 

"Oh . . . oh . . . I'm afraid, Milo... it's all wet...!" 

"You'll like that. . . no kidding! All girls like the taste! That's part of 
your education, Flossie doll! Go ahead, kiss it and touch the little slit 
with your tongue while I watch!" 

"B-But you said you were going to . . . to do it to me first," she almost 
whimpered. "Please! 

You do it first, then I will." 

He didn't hesitate. Shit, he didn't want to blow it, or get her crying 
scared. Instead, he held to her luscious nubbin tits and raised her up, then 
with hands beneath her arms lifted her up onto the dirty counter. 

"'All right, chick, let Milo see this sweet little cunt of yours! Lay back 
and spread your legs wide! Lift them up... that's right, way up high!" 

Jesus, he could still see it nakedly exposed there before him in the 
flickering candlelight! Like his Caddy was spanking new, so was her pouting, 
tight slitted little pussy. . . and really not too little as he remembered, 
but fleshy between the open white columns of her young slender thighs, and 
barely covered with a fringe of yellowish fuzz lining its lips and sprinkled 
over her puffy little cuntal mound! He gaped at it hungrily, his eyes 
tracing the tight pinkish split downward to the ovals of her teenage 
ass-cheeks, the darker pinkness of her tiny anus where Jimmy's cock had 
played almost a shadow to him. 

"Take your hands and open it up wide for me! Draw your legs back higher! I 
want to see where Jimmy puts his cock!" he rasped, knowing his use of dirty 
words was keenly exciting her all the more. 

She drew back her legs further and reached down between them to spread open 
the, full moist plane of her loins, her tiny pink anus and virginal cunt 
completely revealed before his lecherous eyes! Fuck, he'd never seen 
anything so almighty cock-bending in his whole goddamned life! He bent his 
face down close to it, Smelling the tangy hot wetness of her feverish flesh 
and savoring the self-restraint he was exercising over himself. Flossie was 
panting like a new bride on her wedding night and maybe two seconds from 
breaking into frustrated tears. . . and he didn't want that! 

Gently, he brushed her teenage hands away, replacing them with his own and 
feeling her lurch beneath his touch. He spread the baby-like lips of her 
sparsely lined cunt apart with his thumbs, his eyes feasting on the delicate 
pink inner wetness... the thin flushed petals, her tiny, school-girl 
clitoris that was barely a nub, the womanly slit of her urethra. . . and 
then her tight young vaginal mouth, her cherry as plain as the nose on his 
face! He kissed it, pressing his lips into the sensitive pink flesh and she 
squealed and shuddered all over. His hot tongue lashed out to taste the 
heady spice of her virginal young loins, and from that moment she was a lost 
little girl! 

Frantically, he licked her teeny-bopper cunt, worming his tongue up into her 
unexplored vagina past its feeble maidenhead, played with her tender, 
baby-like anus until she whined and clutched at his head, and then he'd 
begun to suck her unknowing clitoris! It was that mind-unraveling sucking 
and tonguing of her youthful nerve-center that had he felt sure, made a 
hungering little bitch out of her! 

"Oh geez... oh geez!' Don't stop! 

Ooohhh . . . can't we both do it together? I-I've seen pictures. 

With no hesitation, then, the petty gangster climbed up onto the counter, 
pushing his pants and shorts down and dangling his long heavy cock over her 
innocent face while he buried his sucking mouth and tongue deeper in the 
swollen tenderness of her thirteen year old loins. 

Suddenly, Flossie was holding tight to his huge, blood-throbbing cock with 
one small hand and kissing it, running her tiny tongue all over the huge 
bulbous head. . . then trying to get it into her wide-open mouth while her 
other hand gently played with his cum-filled balls! He'd sucked like a 
mad-man, and at the same time began to work his huge hard length of aching 
cock deeper into her teenage mouth from above! 

Greedily too, she tried to take it, beginning to suck at his lecherous 
hardness while he tongued and mouthed her baby cunt toward raptures she'd 
never realized existed! Thinking back now, Milo knew she'd been next to out 
of her gourd! She'd been getting ready to cum and probably for the first 
real time in her life! Like a little leech she'd pulled and sucked at his 
near-bursting cock, both of them clutching hungrily with lewdly working 
hands at the other. . . and then, suddenly she'd groaned out again and again 
around his heavy-veined hardness and he knew she was cumming! Just the 
thought had been enough, to tear open his floodgates, and suddenly, creamy 
cum right down her teenaged throat and she swallowing because there was 
nothing else she could do unless she wanted to strangle to death! 

But she hadn't fought him! That he remembered well! Instead, her little 
hands had cupped up over his naked buttocks as if trying to pull his big, 
spewing cock deeper into her sucking mouth and throat. . . and that was what 
was making his rod of lust-swollen male hardness jerk in his pants at that 
very moment! Tonight he needed something the equivalent of what his vestal 
Flossie had been that night two years ago. . . though it didn't have to be 
measured in terms of age, only a mean and unique fulfiller for him! 

 "Okay, Virgil... it's time," Milo said, snapping off the radio. "Let's go 
and play a few cock-games with the late Lieutenant Vic Marshall's sexy 
widow!" 

Bonnie Marshall leaned down to pet the massive head of her faithful police 
dog. Shep didn't raise it in his usual response, and she leaned over 
further. 

" "Hey, what's with you, old boy? Did Mama tire you out this afternoon?" 

She smiled in silent sensuality to herself as she scratched at the big dog's 
ears, then straightened to find her nightcap. Tomorrow, she was going to 
have a long wire with a chain erected in the backyard, and that would end 
her canine-lover's philandering. . . if indeed that was what he was doing 
with all of her nice, pleasant neighbors. The bitches! She didn't trust a 
one of them! If they ever knew. . . any maybe one or two of them already 
did! She'd certainly caught him enough times with Shirley Hubbard next door 
and that young divorcee down the street! 

Well, there wouldn't be any more of that! Anyway, she was going to take him 
and leave there, go back to Reading... good old Pennsylvania where she had 
been born and where her daddy still lived. Maybe... just maybe, Clark 
Everett was still around and single. 

He had always had a thing for her, and he was probably an attorney now like 
his judge-father. Damn, he'd never been hard to take, not really. . . it was 
just that night he'd tried to seduce her when they were eighteen that had 
destroyed the whole picture. 

Hindsight was always so much more illuminating than foresight. She could 
look back now and realize just how naive she'd actually been. . . the 
product of a too religious upbringing. God, how enraged she was when, he 
tried to slip his hand up her thigh beneath her dress. Bonnie smiled to 
herself, remembering as if it had happened last week, yet it had to be nine, 
ten years ago! Lord, was it possible? Yes, she'd just turned eighteen and 
been graduated from high school the week previous. They had parked in their 
regular private place out by the lake, the very same one where she had let 
him kiss her the first time some six months before. There had been little 
doubt in her mind but what they would get married. She was, in fact, only 
waiting for him to ask her, for as far as she was concerned they were 
already going steady, though neither had ever declared as much. Clark had 
been as uninitiated as she, attentive but never sticky, and that had pleased 
the dark-haired young girl. Their "necking sessions" had been almost droll 
episodes which they seemed to endure because it was expected of couples 
going together, and you were a "drag" among your friends if you didn't have 
a ready mate. . . and great stories to tell about what he had tried to do to 
you. 

What had come over Clark that night, Bonnie couldn't imagine, though 
thinking back, she recalled how his attentions had begun to grow more 
ardent, his kisses more "gooey". Whether it had been disgust, or fear, or 
just plain unfeeling for Clark Everett, to this day she wasn't certain, but 
the moment she'd realized that his hand was suddenly up beneath her dress, 
hot against the naked flesh of her thigh, she had damn near screamed right 
out. 

"What do you think your doing?" she'd squealed at him, clamping onto his 
shamefully aggressive hand with the clawing talons of her own. He grunted, 
not answering her, as if he had suddenly been struck dumb, but nevertheless 
his hand continued to clasp at the soft flesh of her thigh while he held his 
other arm around her, and the harder she pushed against it the more 
intensively he tried to force it up between her legs! 

"Clark! Stop it! God! Are you sick in the head or something?" she gasped, 
unable to comprehend his wordless, grunting assault, overwhelming waves of 
shame beginning to envelope her. "Clark. . . ! Please! Please stop !" 

But he didn't move. Instead, a weird raspy noise came out of his throat as 
he held her with the strength of a vice in one engulfing arm while his 
invading hand continued to wedge its way upward between her tightly clenched 
thighs! "I-I gotta feel it... got to, Bonnie! Jesus Christ! Let me feel of 
your cunt . . . just once, that's all . . . just one little feel. . . !" 

"Y -You what...?". she choked. "Y -You. . . you're out of your mind! Don't! 

Clark! Take your hand out of there! I'll scream! " "Just one feel, Bonnie! 
Just one! It won't hurt! Jesus. . . please!" he gasped, clutching and 
shoving, trying to worm his hotly searching hand up further while she 
wrestled and squirmed, fighting against the hidden attacker between her legs 
as if it were a cobra! 

Bonnie laughed aloud now as she vividly relived the insanely funny scene. 
But it hadn't been funny to that young virginal girl who had begun to 
scratch and gouge at her assailant's face until he'd jumped from the car 
with her running after him in half-screeching tears, threatening to have him 
arrested for rape the moment she got back to town! And after that night, she 
had only seen him twice more before she left Reading, both times chance 
meetings on the street with her snubbing him as if he were diseased. 

Three days later she met a salesman aboard the train that was carrying her 
to. California and slept with him the first night in a little Oklahoma 
tank-town, giving him the jealously hoarded gift of her virginity. She never 
saw him again. He was gone in the morning when she awakened, and so was two 
of her three-hundred dollars. Yes, she'd learned the hard way, hadn't she. . 
. in every single respect, from the stupid episode with Clark Everett to her 
final marriage to Vic Marshall. God, what a conglomeration, of sick and 
horrible incidents had made up her young life! Was it any wonder she should 
find love and happiness in the devoted German shepherd at her feet after the 
men she'd known? 

The striking young brunette sipped at her drink as she again leaned down to 
pet her sleepy-headed darling. "What's wrong with you, precious? Don't you 
feel well tonight? I've never seen you so dragged out." 

Bonnie got to her feet and stood looking down at the big stretched out, 
animal for a long moment. He just couldn't seem to keep his eyes open, and 
that was so unlike him. 

"Well. . . come on, baby. We'll go into bed. Come. on . . . Shep! Come on!". 
the young widow snapped, becoming irritated at his reluctance to struggle 
onto his feet. She watched him closely as they walked to the bedroom, 
wondering if he had actually staggered, or if she was seeing things. And 
then, when he refused to get up onto the bed, but just flopped down onto the 
floor at the foot, she really became concerned. God, if anything should ever 
happen to him . . . 

Slowly, the shapely, dark-eyed girl began to undress, her anxiety growing as 
she continued to watch the sleeping dog. 

Chapter Six Bonnie Marshall had just slipped on a sheer nightie and was 
about to drop to her knees beside the sprawled Shep when she saw them move 
through her bedroom doorway! A scream bunched into her throat and her mouth 
opened wide, her eyes expanding in stark terror! 

"One peep outa you and I'll kill the mutt for sure this time!" the 
brutish-mouthed one snarled, the revolver in his hand leveled on Shep's 
massive, prostrate form. 

"That's better," the other, the same hatchet-faced one... the man who had 
killed Vic, was saying as he moved further into the room toward her! "Don't 
worry, doll, he's okay, just sleeping's all." 

Bonnie gaped at them, panic striking her momentarily helpless, the tall thin 
one's words at last registering with a terrible portentous meaning. Somehow, 
they had done this to her darling, whatever it was... but why... why had 
they come back? To kill her. . . to kill both of them? 

"Wh-what do you want here?" she managed, hardly recognizing her own 
fear-ridden voice. 

"Not much. A little talk. . . and maybe some nice feminine hospitality," the 
hatchet-faced one said, grinning evilly, and it finally dawned on her that 
he . . . both of them, were lustfully raking their eyes over her almost 
naked body. 

Bonnie shuddered as an icy chill raced up her spine. She snatched at her 
wrapper lying at the foot of the bed, but the weasel-like man Dave Ramm had 
called Virgil Golde was quicker. 

"You won't need this, Mrs. Marshall," he leered, tossing it onto the floor. 

"In fact, you won't be needing that sexy little nightie either," the other 
put in, his skull-like face twisted into a ghastly expression of rank lust. 
"So why don't you just strip it off, cunt, and save me the trouble of 
ripping it to shreds, eh?" 

Bonnie staggered, backward several steps, the full realization of their 
intentions beginning to penetrate her initial shock. She gaped at her 
protector lying helpless and unconscious on the floor. God, why hadn't she 
identified this. . . this savage when she'd had the chance. . . and then the 
fact that she hadn't suddenly became something she could cling to! 

"W -why. .. why are you doing this to me? I didn't even try to identify you! 
God, please. . . I swear, I never will!" 

"Well, now, that's one of the things I want to talk to you about, lady," 
Milo said, his eyes narrowing. "Just why didn't you finger Virg, here, eh? 
You knew it was him! What's the bit?" 

"I-I wasn't sure. . . and even if I had been I wouldn't have identified 
him!" Bonnie lied in desperation. 

"Why not?" 

"God, I-I don't want any trouble," she said, beginning to sob out her words. 
"I just want to get away from here is all!" 

Milo studied her. She could be telling the truth, but that hardly mattered 
to the rest of his plans. It was whipped-cream if she was scared shitless, 
but it was the cherry setting on top that he greedily wanted now, and he had 
no intentions of leaving without it. He obscenely snarled: "You know what 
sort of fucking bastard Vic Marshall was, baby? Do you for sure?" 

"Yes. . . yes, now leave me, 

Alone." Bonnie blurted, not lying, yet cravenly hoping to protect herself, 
and Shep at any cost. "Please. . . please don't hurt us . . . !" 

"No one's gonna hurt you, doll... not a luscious stack of curves like you, 
eh Virg? Naw . . . we're just going to be sure you don't go mouthing off to 
the pigs, right? We thought we'd tighten up the friendship between you and 
us a bit is all... you know, like intimate stuff. . . fucking with a bit of 
sucking thrown in. That's all, ain't it Virgil?" 

"Yeah!" the redheaded, brute-mouth rasped, his colorless eyes like a pair of 
white-hot coals raking over her near-nakedness. 

"Oh .. . oh no, please... I swear I, I never. . . ." 

"Now don't get all shook, Mrs. Marshall," Milo said, moving slowly forward 
toward her. "A beautiful bitch like you knows all about those fuck-suck 
things, how a guy digs having his hard prick mouthed and loved up. I mean, 
it ain't as if you're a virgin or something. So let's not make a rough scene 
of it, cause you're gonna get it anyway. Besides, if you don't cooperate, 
Virgil here is going to take his sticker and cut that goddammed mutt's heart 
out, then put it in your little hand! Now, you wouldn't want that, would 
you, bitch?" 

Clammy, blood curdling nausea gripped like cold fingers at Bonnie's soft 
belly at his grisly threat, her eyes suddenly attracted to the glint of 
shimmering steel appearing in Virgil's freckled hand, the long blade seeming 
to quiver as it zipped out from the pearlish handle with a deadly snapping 
sound! She glanced from the gleaming switchblade to the cruel eyes of the 
big, broad-shouldered man who held it, not the slightest doubt in her mind 
but that he would, take sadistic pleasure in performing the very act the 
other had fiendishly threatened! Good God. . . her helpless darling... she 
would do anything to stop them! 

"I-I'll do wh-whatever you want. . . " Bonnie heard herself say in a forced, 
level voice she hardly believed was her own. "Just... just don't hurt him." 

"Don't worry, baby. Milo always keeps his word," the hatchet-faced one 
lewdly grinned. 

"Now, supposing you strip that sexy nightie off so Virg and I can see what 
you've got firsthand, " Come on . . . move." 

From that moment on, the voluptuous Bonnie Marshall performed as if 
robotized, or perhaps as might the most expensive of prostitutes, her mind 
filled with little else but solicitude for the drugged German shepherd on 
the floor. When she could think at all, her thoughts were of him, even as 
she bent herself to the lowest and most degrading of obscenities to satisfy 
their brutal lust! Yes, she would have done more if it had been necessary to 
save her helpless darling. 

"Walk around the room for us, chick, slow-like, then bend over so we can see 
your ass!" Milo ordered, gaping at her voluptuously curved white nakedness 
as he kicked off his pants and shorts, his long lust-hardened cock bursting 
loose to angle out in a thick-veined red menace, from', his hairy loins. 
Beside him, Virgil was doing the same, his young massive hardness 
overshadowing his ricket-chested partner in length and thickness when it 
cleaved the air like a sloop's bow spirit. 

Bonnie cringed at the sight of them, tearing her eyes away from the pair of 
huge blood-hardened rods that meant only shameful torture for her, degrading 
subservience that she had no way of fighting. She was defenseless against 
them. . . totally helpless, vulnerable as a harem slave to their rapacious 
desires. 

"Come on, bitch! Bend over and show us your ass!" Milo repeated. 

The onyx-eyed girl sensed the lump in her throat as she responded, ignoring 
the hot blood flushing her cheeks scarlet, telling herself repeatedly that 
she was doing it to save her dog-lover's life! 

"Hey, come on, baby, spread those luscious legs!" Milo snapped, his voice 
husky with obvious lust. . 

"Reach back and pull open your ass-cheeks!" the other voice lewdly 
commanded. "Hurry up unless you want the sonovabitchin' mutt sliced to 
ribbons!" 

Quickly Bonnie spread her legs out wide and reached behind her, grasping the 
lust ovals of her obscenely presented buttocks and pulling them apart until 
she could only imagine the salacious picture she made for them! 

"Jesus Christ, you ever see anything like that tight little asshole, Milo?" 

"You want to kiss it, maybe tongue it a little, Virg?" 

"I'm going to fuck it! That's what I'm gonna do!" 

"Hold it, man! You ain't going to do nothing until Milo dips his wick, eh? 
Now. . . you go around in front of her and hold her head down while I play 
with that sweet little black-haired cunt for a few minutes. Okay?" 

"O-okay, Milo. . . but can she suck me while you're doing it? Jeez, my 
prick's about ready to bust!" 

"You hang tight till I tell you, buddy. Just hold her head and shoulders 
down while I worm it up into her... you haven't fucked until you've taken a 
cunt this way, Virgie." 

 There was more, but Bonnie tried to shut it out. She only wished to God 
that she felt some sensual desire so that her vagina was open and wet and 
ready for this lewd attack, but both horrifying dread and concern for Shep 
had denied her all but loathsome repugnance. Not even the sight of their 
huge hard cocks had stirred anymore than a minute sensation within her. . . 
God, how could they? ... and then she felt the big, rough hands before her. 
She knew that she had only to raise her eyes and there would be his huge, 
lust-hardened cock. 

Milo moved in behind the obscenely bent over girl and dropped to his knees. 
He jockeyed in closer, goatishly studying the entire hand-spread panorama of 
her loins. Christ, what gorgeous legs the bitch had. . . smooth full thighs 
like a dancer, muscle-tautened now in her stooped position. And the fleshy 
moons of her rounded white ass-cheeks, fuck! And her cunt . . . it was just 
a thin pink strip between those pouting, curl-fringed lips, hardly spreading 
open, almost virginal like Flossie's had, been! Shit, he wouldn't have 
believed that! 

"Spread those ass-cheeks wider, baby!" the gangster commanded from his 
kneeling position behind her and Bonnie did until he had a clearer view of 
her tiny little anus, the entire surrounding crevice as smooth and hairless 
as a baby's face! But his lustful eyes kept coming back to the pinkish slash 
separating the raven-haired lips of her vagina. He had always been a 
cunt-man, and this one looked long and arched the way he liked them, with 
pouting lips that nearly kissed, letting him know that it was still tight, 
probably tighter than most he'd fucked. 

There wasn't a trace of wetness and he hadn't expected it. She was too 
goddamned scared to turn on yet, but she'd be good and wet before they 
finished with her. . . drenched was a better word! Sometimes, he liked to 
fuck them dry and listen to them squeal when he rammed into them, but it 
always tore at his foreskin like someone peeling a banana, and he didn't dig 
pain. That was why he seldom ass-fucked - it was always so frigging dry... 
unless it was someone like that crazy minister's wife who'd kept spitting on 
her fingers and wetting his cock. Virgie could have that when the time came 
- he had other plans! 

 Bonnie strained, hardly able to breath in her shameful, bent-over position 
as Virgil's big hands pressed harshly down against her naked shoulders. God, 
what an obscene spectacle she had to make subjugated as she was between 
them. . . and she could feel the heat of their closeness, but mostly Milo's 
behind her! His face was right up there, she knew by the hotness of his 
uneven breaths against the tender flesh of her exposed buttocks and thighs. 
. . and brushing tauntingly against the soft hair of her loins! She could 
see his kneeling form behind her as she looked back between her wide-stanced 
legs, his thick blood-swollen cock' thrusting up from his hairy pelvis and 
his heavy balls visible to her in her upside-down world! 

Milo thumbed open the resilient fleshy lips of her cunt, spreading them 
slowly apart and watching her black pubic curls untangle as he exposed to 
his lustful eyes the pink orchard of her secret inner flesh. Unmoistened, 
the raw intimacy intrigued him. He leaned forward, snuggling his pursed lips 
in tight between the warm cuntal folds he held parted, and planted a hot 
kiss, pressing his mouth hard against the sensitive flesh and feeling her 
spasm in voluntarily at the erotic contact. She whimpered and he did it 
again to make her repeat her helpless whine. 

"Aw, jees, boss, hurry up. My prick's about to break off," Virgil pleaded 
from in front of their dark-haired captive. 

"Cool it, boy!" Milo barked, and with the very tip he began to trace tiny 
lines through and over the delicate inner-flesh, never pressing, only 
teasing, moving up and down the pink-hued split in purposeful tormenting 
design. At the tight mouth of her vagina, he circled its tender little lips 
again and again, and then he both saw and tasted it... the glistening 
rivulet of sensual secretion spilling down to moisten the simmering core of 
her sexy body and make her ready for fucking! 

The bitch, Milo thought, as he began to worry her clitoris for the first 
time, then drew his head back to watch it quiver and harden into an erect 
little button of desire. He drew his hot wet tongue tormentingly over it 
listening to the gasps beginning to choke out of her then leaned back again 
to watch the shimmering secretions which had begun to dribble profusely from 
her tight pink vagina to soon saturate her whole cuntal crevice. He leaned 
down then and looked between her long widespread legs to see he voluptuous 
breasts whitely blocking his view of her face. He saw their nipples like 
large pink beacons on swaying, upside down mountains, and felt his cock give 
a hurtful lurch of needing desire! 

Milo thrust his tongue up into her dilating vagina as far as he could reach, 
tasting the racy liquid heat of her unwillingly turned-on cunt! She 
convulsed and trembled before his onslaught, and again and again as he 
continued his sadistic torture, his mouth seemingly glued to the 
tongue-spread split between her legs, she spasmed and whimpered in building 
mindlessness, her physical passion growing stronger than anything mental she 
could call upon! 

Suddenly, the sunken-chested gangster struggled to his feet. "Now, we fuck, 
Mrs. Marshall! So squat that luscious cunt right back onto this hard 
sonovabirch with feeling, eh? With feeling, baby! Feeling!" 

The loss of the man's hot pleasure-inciting mouth and lashing tongue from 
her susceptible loins caused frustration to wash through Bonnie's obscenely 
jackknifed nakedness, but she fought against letting her two captors know 
that. At least, what was next to come would be more bearable now that the 
one called Milo had started the flames of carnal desire licking at her 
previously unaroused vagina. Thank God for that! Then Bonnie felt one of his 
hands on the stretched mound of her left buttock that she was still holding 
luridly spread open for him as she waggled her rounded white hips backward 
as commanded. Through her legs and between her swaying breasts, she could 
see him obscenely grasping the shaft of his lust-thickened hardness in his 
other hand, it's bulbous purple head a massive threat to the mercifully 
moistened slit of her vulnerable pussy. 

"Come on, bitch! Back onto it! I don't intend to move a hair!" Milo hoarsely 
rasped. "Do it! Shove your cunt right back onto it, baby! You're going to do 
the fucking while I watch, and you better make it good" Straining, Bonnie 
scuffed her naked feet backward several inches on the rug in her struggle to 
work her widespread legs and thighs, and her pulled-open white buttocks 
closer to the huge rod of red-swollen cock-flesh waiting to be sheathed up 
inside her defenseless vagina. She felt the blunt rubbery tip make contact 
with her fleshy vaginal lips, expanding their, hair-lined resilience, 
stretching open the ovaled mouth of her tight cuntal passage as she tried to 
ease slowly backward onto the hot, heavy-veined thickness. 

A sudden, sharp slap across the tender flesh of one buttock stingingly 
shocked her. "I said to fuck it, you bitch, and with feeling! Now jam it up 
that hole and keep your sweet ass moving before I lose my patience! Fuck it, 
Mrs. Marshall, and fuck it hard!" Milo snarled. 

With another look at her beloved Shep lying unconscious on the rug a few 
feet away, Bonnie sank her teeth into her full lower lip and thrust her 
obscenely offered buttocks back hard onto the raging length of penis behind 
her, spearing it right up into her not yet fully prepared cunt. 

"Uuuggghhh!" she groaned as she felt his turgid cock-head plowing her 
sensitive inner flesh in raw ripples before it, a sharp pang of agony 
stabbing through her soft belly when it nudged the soft cushiony tip of her 
cervix deep inside her skewered loins. She gasped at the sudden pain she'd 
been forced to inflict on herself, her eyes glazing as she began to 
salaciously undulate her upthrusted hips and still held-open buttocks back 
and forth around his cruelly impaling cock! 

Behind her, feeling her swing on his rock hard penis, Milo watched her 
whorish performance with gloating gust. Christ, how he delighted in 
subjugating them, especially the snooty, too-good-for-you dames like this 
beautiful bitch. "Fuck harder, cunt! Ram it right up to your tits!" he 
hissed down over her slavishly bent back. 

He heard her heaving breaths as she toiled to please him, licentiously 
plunging her all-absorbing cunt back, hard onto his hotly throbbing 
rigidity, her yielding ass-cheeks making a lewd swatting sound when they 
flattened against his pelvis and thighs. She seemed to grow more diligent as 
he watched and of her own accord, as if her tight slippery cunt was working 
up a new steam all its own! He gaped at the clasping folds of pinkly 
glistening pussy-flesh clinging to his aching rod when she drew off it 
almost to its blood-engorged tip, only to ride it back up inside her when, 
she threw herself back onto it. Jesus Christ, she was turning on whether she 
wanted to or not! Her hot little cunt was suddenly clutching at his 
pulsating length of cock-flesh as if it was trying to rip it out by the 
roots! 

Bonnie was beyond any pretense now! Not only had her loins become a seething 
bed of ever-mounting excitement from the huge, hardened cock she was being 
forced to fuck but undeniable sensations of masochistic wantonness had begun 
to govern her every debauched move. Her total defenselessness as she stooped 
degradedly before Milo, having to endure this painful self-inflicted rape, 
the feel of his brutally hardened penis tearing up into her tender belly all 
of it had set lust-hungering impulses raging wildly through her helpless 
body. Feverishly, she fucked him, hardly hearing his words anymore even when 
he snarled them down at her. Only the stinging slap across her naked 
ass-cheeks registered, and then she listened! 

"I said to suck him, bitch!" Milo ordered. "Now, you cunt! Suck Virgil's 
cock!" 

The big redhead, naked from the waist down like his skinny partner who was 
ramming it to her from behind, had been just about to take matters in his 
own hands when Milo saved him the trouble. Shit, his thumping cock was ready 
to blow off in the mere watching of Milo making her screw him! He'd never 
seen a broad forced to do it that way before and the frigging sight had been 
damned near enough to make him cum by itself! Goddam, he'd wanted to 
sodomize her, she had such a terrific ass - but he knew that once she began 
to suck him off, he'd be done for... and by the looks of old Milo, he wasn't 
far off either! Damnit, he could always come back another time. . . and 
alone. . . for a little piece of that tail! 

Virgil reached down and caught a handful of Bonnie's short, dark hair, 
jerking her head up and back until her lax young face was level with his 
hurting, blood-rigid cock. "Suck it, Mrs. Marshall! Suck it hard till I 
shoot my cum right down your throat!" he spat. "Hurry up .. . lick it first. 
. . you know how!" 

God yes. . . she knew how! The young widow thought as she focused her dark 
eyes on the long thick length of the penis before her eyes. He handled at 
its broad base, drawing the heavy foreskin back until the entire wet glans 
shimmered purplish in the bedroom light, the slit at its tip oozing 
forth-tiny white drops of escaping semen! Yes, she knew how to do it! She 
knew how to perform every salacious act in the entire realm of sexual 
obscenity! Hadn't she had one of the most sadistic of teachers? And 
ironically enough, even though he was dead, the sordid ravaging of her 
helplessly naked body at this very, moment was because of him! In memory of 
you, Vic Marshall. I'll suck this bastard's goddamn cock and drink his cum! 
And I'll love it . . . both of their hot loads of sperm! I owe it to them 
for killing you! 

Bonnie braced her hands above her knees, suddenly aware that Milo had taken 
command of the fucking action behind her, his clutching fingers locking 
vise-like onto her softly arched hips as he began to race his soaring 
hardness more rapidly up into her simmering liquid passage. Wantonly, she 
raised her eyes up at Virgil's brutish, lust-slackened face, holding them 
there as she stuck her tiny tongue out and waited for him to rub his huge, 
wet cock-head over it! 

"Jesus Christ!" he choked, hunching his hairy loins lewdly forward when he 
realized that she was almost smiling up at him in that sensuous, open 
mouthed offer! Slit, she wanted to suck him! What else? 

 Yes, she did want this. It might be the distortion of a warped brain, 
Bonnie insanely reasoned, but it was somehow bringing her a sense of total 
retribution against the beast she called her husband, as if she were 
spitting his murderers cum on his grave! Greedily, she began to lick and 
lave the spongy wetness of Virgil's pulsating cock-head, tasting the heady 
tang of its premature secretion when she wormed the tip of her tongue into 
the tiny slit at the end! She played her tongue knowledgeably along the 
glands underside, her dark eyes growing ravenous when they fixed on the 
bloated heaviness of his sperm-filled testicles. With one hand, she reached 
up between his legs to cup them gently, encircling thumb and forefinger 
around the broad base of his lust-bloated cock. 

Virgil grunted in erotic amazement at her unexpected caresses, and then he 
saw her tongue-moistened lips slipping in a tight oval over the head of his 
wildly throbbing hardness! They moved onto it until the whole knob was 
sucked into the wet heat of her mouth, her lush red lips locking in a 
maddening pressure just behind the coronal rim while her tongue began a 
spine-tingling swirl and stabbing action that made him groan aloud! At the 
same time, he bent over and reached beneath her to cup the full hanging 
mounds of her nipple-hardened breasts, massaging and kneading them gently in 
his big hands to let her know he appreciated her voluntary sucking of his 
huge aching rod! 

Golde's savagely hardened cock, long and thick with lust, stuffed Bonnie's 
small mouth full as she tried with vindictive hunger to suck it in hateful 
memory of her sadistic husband. Simultaneously, she thrust her obscenely 
presented loins back onto the raging stiff length of the hatchet-faced man 
who had actually murdered him, working her inner cuntal muscles in a 
rhythmic milking motion around Milo's thickly swollen penis. Their scalding 
cum shooting into her at both ends of her naked body was going to wash away 
every memory of that cruel man. . . as well as save the life of her 
wonderful sleeping animal lover on the floor by the bed. Could anything, or 
any combination of things so debauched be as fulfilling as what was 
happening to her at that very moment? 

Something wild and weirdly foreign had happened to this slaving bitch bent 
before him, Milo concluded as he hammered furiously up into the clutching 
walls of her burning hot vagina. He'd raped more than his share of women, 
even seen them come-on like the minister's wife, but never with such an 
eager hunger as the late Vic Marshall's luscious wife was showing at that 
very moment! She was fucking him like a demon, and sucking Virgil's big cock 
as if she couldn't get enough! Christ, it had to be going right down her 
throat! 

"Goddamn, Milo!" his redheaded partner suddenly blurted out, gaping at him 
through vacant eyes. 

The poor bastard was all gone, Milo thought. She had to be dragging the 
lining of his balls right up through his cock! Sonovabitch . . . if he could 
bring himself to pull it out of her cunt, he'd shove it right up that tight 
little asshole . .. but he couldn't! Her pussy was like a sucking throat, 
and the building pressure in his aching inflated balls about to flip him! 
What a fucking machine she was... but there was something weird about it . . 
. almost frightening for Christ's sake! 

A fearful lump abruptly gathered in Milo Penny's throat, his lack of 
education and gift of inherent ignorance sponsoring the thoughts racing 
through his ghetto-taught mind! Jesus, was she a witch or something? He'd 
heard about witches and sex... they could never get enough! Holy Christ! 
Well, he was going to find out just how much she'd take without begging. 

He thrust his hands further down around her hips, his fingernails digging 
into the soft flesh of her smooth flat belly as he raised her bodily up off 
the floor! Her feet dangled as he fucked viciously up into her fire-filled 
pussy from behind! His aching penis smashed up into her sheathing, clasping 
cuntal passage like an oversize dildo, his legs bent at the knees as he 
half-squatted and pulled her back down onto it, hammering his raging 
hardness deep into her quivering belly as obscene fleshy smacks loudly 
filled the bedroom! 

He heard her begin to hum and saw her draw her legs up crab-like, as if she 
were overjoyed by his brutal fucking, her beautiful hips and ass-cheeks 
squirming and writhing on the fantastically deep penetration of his 
throbbing cock scraping at the underside of her soft belly! At the same time 
he saw her head bobbing lewdly on the length of Virg's lust-rigid cock! The 
redheaded bastard had to let go of her tits to clutch at her dark curly 
hair, and there wasn't anymore than an inch of his huge rod of flesh visible 
from Milo's eye-straining position when he shoved it up into her mouth! 

Whatever moments of pain or shame the voluptuous young widow might have 
known in the beginning and long since passed. Only wanton, vindictive desire 
now saturated her naked body as she gave herself over to her depraved task. 
Her vibrant young body screamed for fulfillment, but she knew that erotic 
bliss couldn't come until she'd first sucked and fucked the boiling white 
sperm from their loins, an act which would somehow curse and disintegrate 
the horrifying memory of Lieutenant Vic Marshall! 

But, even as she pacified herself with these thoughts of vengeance, Bonnie 
knew in the depths of her heart and soul that her own sensual hunger for 
sexual debauchery was also driving her ravenously on! She knew it and 
ignored it as she sucked the cock sliding thickly in and out of her wanting, 
wide-open mouth, her lips clinging hotly to it, her tiny tongue feverishly 
working to taunt the stream of cream-like cum from the churning vat of his 
sperm-bloated balls in her small caressing hand! 

She wanted it squirting into her mouth and down her throat, flooding and 
making her swallow its seething thickness into the greedy softness of her 
belly! She knew now that she could cum whenever she wanted! Her loins 
teetered on a pinnacle of blissful insanity! When they began to shoot their 
ravaging cum into her at both ends, then she would throw herself over the 
cliff! It had never been more intoxicating than it was at this moment for 
her, and she hung there, waiting, desperately sucking and fucking with her 
legs drawn up in an obscene fold between the two men's half-naked bodies. 

You cunt! Suck my cock! Suck it hard, goddamn you! Oh... oooohhhh . . . you 
bitch. . .! Suck it! I'm cumming!" Virgil gasped, thrusting his heavy loins 
at her face in lust-ragged tempo as her hand came up to grasp his spasming 
hardness and her mouth worked frantically around the huge pulsating length 
of his cock spewing its fiery cum down her swallowing throat. 

The sight was too much for Milo! He watched Virg bent over with his pumping 
cock completely absorbed in her mouth, her lush red lips almost touching his 
hairy pelvis and her cheeks lewdly bloating and hollowing as she swallowed 
his load of jism! Something in the nature of a bolt of lightning racked his 
frame and he knew he was cumming! 

"Now. . . nowww!" he screamed at her, his skinny body convulsing as he held 
her still higher off the floor and she plunged backward onto his bursting 
cock! Raising her legs up high in the most obscene position he'd ever seep, 
she ground her soft buttocks and omnivorous cunt back onto the rock-hard 
length of his straining penis like a mad-woman. Frantically, she squirmed, 
with a stupefied Milo helping to hold her feet high and wide while he tried 
to fuck deeper up into her vagina. 

 Bonnie did it then with a commanding knowledge of her own body, the first 
time ever brain-ordering her cunt to cum as his searing sperm began to shoot 
thickly up in to her quivering belly, the taste of Virgil's cum still 
lustfully piquant in her mouth! Sensations of utter joy screamed through her 
quaking body as she smacked her sticky lips and tasted the lingering semen 
in her mouth, reveling in the long, hard spurts gushing hotly up into her 
craving belly. . . and then, she began to slowly relax, sensing Milo's now 
flaccid length drawing back out of her ravaged loins. 

They left her lying there naked on the floor where she had turned over on 
her side to face the sleeping German shepherd. Her hand reached out to 
stroke his massive head and Virgil said 

"Maybe we should put her up in the bed, Milo." 

"Maybe. . . but I don't think so. Let's get out of here!" 

"She's okay, isn't she?" 

"Okay? Shit yes! This doll will always be okay!" Milo whispered and Bonnie 
heard it, though she knew she wasn't supposed to. 

"Jeez, she's something else, eh Milo!" 

"Shut up, and let's take off. We've had ours!" 

"Wh-what about the mutt? That's what's worrying her, and I don't like to see 
her. . . " "Jesus Christ, goonball! The fucking mutt's okay! A heavy downer 
never killed anybody! Now, let's get out of here!" 

Chapter Seven Ann Ramm's jingling telephone awakened her from a sound, 
pleasureful sleep. She snapped on the bedside lamp and tried to focus her 
eyes on the small face of her wristwatch. . . four-thirty! Who could it be? 
The hospital.. . nave? She slipped a negligee over her voluptuous nakedness 
and scuffed toward the hallway where the ringing telephone sat, the thought 
of her young husband possibly injured bringing to mind the beautiful evening 
they had spent together. God, he'd only been gone an hour or so . . . and he 
was going to move back in to the apartment tomorrow. The divorce nonsense 
was over and done with. She'd wanted him to stay, but he'd insisted that he 
had to get some rest and knew he wouldn't if he didn't go back to his rented 
room. 

"Hello?" 

"Hello, Ann... Ann Ramm?" a familiar feminine voice, yet one that she didn't 
readily recognize, questioned. 

"Yes, this is she. Who is speaking?" 

"Bonnie Marshall, Ann! I - I realize this is an awful hour to call you, 
but... but I didn't know where else to turn!" she apologized, her voice 
tight with anxiety. 

"What is it, Bonnie? Is something wrong?" Ann quickly responded. 

"Oh Ann... I can't. tell you over the phone. . . but Shep too, they did 
something to him and I'm afraid. . . afraid he may be dying." 

"They? Who, Bonnie?" 

"Please. . . I can't tell you any more over the phone! I - I realize it's an 
imposition, but. . . but could you please come over here? I'm terribly, 
terribly frightened!" 

"Of course, dear! You just sit tight and I'll be there in a few minutes!" 
Ann replied, used to such untimely moments in her profession. "Wil1 you be 
all right until I get there, Bonnie... is it something I should call Dave 
about?" 

"No! No, please don't do that!" 

"An right, Bonnie? Be calm now. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." 

It was actually closer to twenty-five before Ann rang the doorbell on the 
lighted porch and the front door of the Marshall house swung almost 
immediately inward. "God, I thought you'd never get here, Ann the stunning 
brunette, wearing a green wrapper over her nightie, gasped as, she reached 
for the younger blonde girl's hand. "Please look at Shep right away, before 
we say anymore? I'm out of my mind worrying about him!" 

Ann followed quickly behind Bonnie to a bedroom where the big German 
shepherd lay lifelessly sprawled on the floor, his powerful jaws lax and his 
long pink tongue lolling. At first glance, Ann was inclined to agree with 
the young widow, though she didn't say as much, but Shep certainly looked as 
if he might be dying, or perhaps already dead. She was no doctor, and a far 
cry from a veterinarian but she could almost detect the absence of life. She 
knelt down and leaned over to press her cheek against the huge animal's 
furry chest, but his, body warmth and slow but steady heartbeat let her know 
he was a long way from that. 

"Is he...Is he...." Bonnie choked. 

"He's very much alive, Bonnie, I'm happy to say!" Ann smiled up at her, then 
with gentle thumb, rolled the animal's eyelid open. Her own brow furrowed. 
She'd seen the symptoms, too much of them as a matter of fact, for the 
hospital Out-Patient department had few days when there wasn't a similar 
human emergency of this sort. "He's been drugged! How long has he been this 
way, Bonnie?" 

 "H-Hours now. . . they said something about a . . . a downer. Isn't that a 
pill of some sort?" Bonnie pressed, dropping to her knees beside the pretty 
blonde nurse who was carefully studying her. 

"A barbiturate, but the question is, how much has he had and who the devil 
are they, Bonnie?" Ann answered and questioned at the same time. Again, she 
felt Shep's heartbeat, satisfied that it was strong enough, and that if had 
been unconscious for hours there was little danger now. She tried to 
decipher the onyx-eyed beauty's near-tearful expression. 

"Oh Ann . . . I'll tell you everything, but first, please do what you can 
for him." 

"I'm sure he's going to be okay, Bonnie. . . but if you'll get some cold 
water and a towel, I think I can bring him around." 

At six a.m. Ann sat in Bonnie Marshall's living room drinking welcomed hot 
coffee laced with brandy, the big German shepherd awake now, yet still 
groggy as he rested at their feet. The young blonde nurse's mouth had fallen 
open and continued to hang agape in unhidable shock, at the series of 
horrifying, lewd and sadistic revelations the vivacious dark-eyed widow had 
unfolded over the past hour, baring her very soul in her tale of hellish 
existence with her late husband. Nor had she hesitated to tell Ann of the 
forced sexual acts which had taken place in her bedroom only hours before, 
and by the very pair of men who had murdered Vic Marshal! 

Oh, Bonnie, I you. . . you poor darling! We should have looked after you 
first! Why didn't you tell me you'd been raped!" Ann, exclaimed, reaching 
for the older girl's hand. "We better call Dave- right away!" 

"No, Ann! I don't want it reported!" Bonnie exclaimed, astonishing the 
blonde girl even further. "I know I must sound insane to you, but. . . but 
what started as rape didn't. . . didn't end up quite that way. . . you see . 
. . as it went on . . . I - I got so hot with their. . .. their big hard 
penises mercilessly ramming up into me.. . and being naked and helpless 
between them.. that - that I didn't want them to stop! Somehow, I - I felt 
as if I was repaying Vic Marshall for all the wicked and vile indignities he 
had subjected me to while he lived! I - I was cursing him in his grave, Ann 
. . . almost spitting his own murderer's sperm on his filthy memory... and 
I'm not sorry it happened . . . I'm glad!" 

Bonnie began to sob then, throwing herself into Ann's open arms, the latter 
too staggered by the brunette's obscenely arousing confessions to offer any 
comment. She held the weeping beauty as she sat beside her on the couch, 
held her scantily covered curves against her own consoling body, undeniable 
lurid stimulation churning within her own belly. Ann swallowed in an attempt 
to abate the growing dryness in her throat as she became consciously aware 
of Bonnie's soft yielding warmth in her arms, a sensation of embarrassment 
quickly following. 

"There now. . . you're going to be all right" Bonnie," Ann said, gently 
making her sit upright as she held to her shoulders and offered a warm 
smile. "You're exhausted, darling. .. you need sleep. . . we both do as a 
matter of fact. . . " "Oh no, I can't sleep, Ann! God! Not with Shep still 
groggy. . . and. I'm too upset myself!" 

"You must get some rest, Bonnie! I'll give you something to relax you," Ann 
insisted, reaching for her purse where the little medical kit she always 
carried was handy. "And don't worry about Shep, dear. He's okay now. . . In 
a few more minutes whatever they gave him will be all worn off." 

"Ann, no, please! I - I don't want to sleep! I'm afraid now... being here 
alone!" Bonnie said, still sitting but moving to the edge of the cushion. "I 
just want to leave this place as quick as I can get packed. Shep and I . . . 
" "Honey, you're in no condition to even think of such a thing until you've 
had some sleep!" 

Ann was vehement. "Do you want to fall in a heap someplace, collapse? I'm 
not trying to frighten you, but you will, Bonnie! You've been through a 
trying ordeal!" Once more the concerned young wife's medical training came 
to the fore. "Now listen to me, I'll stay here with you today. You have 
another bedroom, don't you?" 

"Yes! Oh, would you, Ann, please? You can borrow a nightie and anything else 
you need." 

"Of course, darling. I'll call the hospital and make an excuse... and we'll 
both get some sleep" . . . 

In all truth, Bonnie Marshall was totally drained and the moment the 
beautiful blonde girl offered to stay with her, she wilted, slumping-back 
onto the couch with a smile of the deepest affection warming her stunning 
face. "I'll never forget your kindness through this, Ann!" she 
half-whispered. "I - I hope you don't think of me as some sort of. . . slut. 
. . after what I've told you." 

"Bonnie! Don't say such awful things. . . or even think them!" Ann 
reprimanded. "Maybe. . . maybe I understand much more than you realize. I - 
I am, after all, a woman too, you know?" 

Bonnie stared at the voluptuous blue-eyed girl who was smiling as she took 
the small case from inside her purse. God, what a wonderful person she was! 
She'd never had a friend like her! The dark-haired widow was suddenly sorry 
that she hadn't told Ann everything, the way Vic had forced her to give 
herself to Shep in the beginning, and of the beautiful building love which 
had grown from that first unnatural union. . . but she hadn't. She would, 
though. She would confide everything in her... but later, when she could do 
it justice. . . make Ann really understand that it was not a depravity but 
the most beautiful love in the world that they shared between them! Right 
now, she could hardly even think straight, let alone explain what was 
between Shep and herself. . . 

"Take this, dear," Ann ordered, holding the little yellow capsule until 
Bonnie opened her mouth, then handing -her a glass of water. "Good! Now, let 
me tuck you in . . . and just remember, I'll be here when you wake up, 
darling. Sleep as long as you can" Shep got to his feet, staggered while Ann 
smiled down at him, then proceeded to follow her into the guest bedroom. In 
her hand, the no-longer estranged wife carried her fourth cup of heated, 
brandy-laced coffee, the sexy lines she'd just exchanged over the telephone 
with her handsome husband warmly stirring her. 

She'd called him because he was to move back into the apartment today and 
she'd promised to be there, her plans for playing hooky from work made the 
night before. 

"I'm at Bonnie Marshall's, lover. She buzzed me after you left. . . not 
feeling well and I came right over here. . . " "What is it, Ann?" he 
interrupted. "Is she very sick?" 

"No, darling, don't worry. Nerves mostly, I'm sure," Ann replied, feeling 
guilty, but with no intentions of betraying Bonnie's confidence. It seemed 
like a violation of some sort to her, as if she were breaking the law 
herself by not telling him everything, but regardless, she couldn't bring 
herself to do that. Anyway, Bonnie would probably deny it if faced with an 
accusation there was little question that she'd enjoyed her raping, if you 
could call it that, and was there any wonder? 

"More important, baby, how are you this spectacular morning?" Dave's now 
exuberant voice came to her. 

"Well. . . tired, but feeling gorgeous inside, husband," she huskily 
answered, a shiver of sensuous warmth for him fondly prickling over her. "It 
seems that a certain lover-man dropped by to see me last night and brought 
red roses. You know, I'm a sucker for red roses. . . " "A what?" he quickly 
picked up on her double entendre. 

Ann laughed. "Don't get so damned smart, officer!" 

"I'll send you three dozen!" 

"Save your money to pay the rent. Lieutenant Ramm. I don't want a crooked 
cop for a husband," Ann teased. 

"Well said, baby.. . and I love you for it! Dinner someplace tonight?" 

 "Yes. Leg of lamb at the apartment - a ewe, that is . . . if I get back in 
time to toss it into the oven." 

"You better! I want that dessert that I didn't get enough of last night," 
Dave said and she knew he was grinning. 

"Well. . . you've got one consolation, Lieutenant. . . you know it's always 
there warm and waiting for you." 

"Damn! You want me to come over there right now?" Ann laughed. "Go to work, 
darling. I'm going to get some sleep here at Bonnie's. . . but just keep in 
mind what I said. Now, bye-bye, baby." 

"Yeah. . . I'll keep it in mind." 

Ann couldn't help but laugh sympathetically now at the big German shepherd's 
unsteady gait, as if he were just a bit tipsy. . . the way she herself was 
beginning to feel. Damn, she hadn't had a great deal of sleep in the past 
twenty-four hours, along with the delicious physical combat her 
lover-come-home had challenged her to - no wonder the brandy was having a 
heady effect. Her resistance was at low-ebb, but her brain seemed to be 
working sensually overtime, the latent delights of Dave's love-making still 
lingering warmly in her soft belly and loins, and being fed the more by the 
vivid descriptions of Vic Marshall's sordid escapades Bonnie had filled her 
with. 

God, what a horrible, depraved brute he must have been, actually tying her 
spread-eagled and naked to the bed then raping her. . . his very own wife! 
Ann could visualize the late Lieutenant crawling up over her with his huge 
perversion-hardened penis glistening wet from her vaginal secretions the way 
Bonnie had described it, and then making Ann helplessly lick it all clean 
before she sucked it! A shudder of excited lust rippled chillingly up her 
spine at the salacious animal-thought of being forced to suck a man's cock, 
and Ann sensed the flush of blood, in her cheeks. Damn. . . enough of such 
lewd mental reflections! 

The tingling young blonde sat down on the edge of the bed and called Shep 
over to her for one final check of his reflexes. Immediately, he responded, 
resting his head in her lap. Again with her thumbs, she gently opened his 
eyelids wider. "Yes. . . you're going to be all right now, big fellow, "she 
said softly, smiling down into his handsome animal-face. She stroked the 
soft crown of his furry head. "You know, it's hard to believe that you were 
ever trained to kill, darling. . . with those big brown eyes looking so full 
of love." 

 Shep raised his head and before Ann realized his intentions, his long pink 
tongue darted out to brush wetly against Ann's lips. In a natural reaction, 
the startled young wife drew her face back away, surprised, yet now 
repelled. In fact, the loving, wet contact sent an unexpected sensation of 
forbidden desire fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared 
deeply into his wide brown eyes, then took his big regal head between her 
small hands and wrinkled her nose. 

"You devil! Y-You kissed me, didn't you?" she whispered, the glimmer in 
those limpid pools giving him away! Something fascinating tempting caused 
her to lean forward, tiny sensations of her lingering arousal stirring deep 
inside her. She held his furry face between her small slender hands and 
nearly breathless, parted her lush red lips with her tongue-tip! 
Unhesitatingly, his longer tongue one gently touched it in a fiery caress! 

Ann couldn't move! Had Dave placed a passionate kiss on her mouth or 
embraced her tongue with his, she could never have felt it more intensively! 
Again the German shepherd did it, until she realized that she was exchanging 
little feverish lingual caresses with him. . . and then he whimpered, the 
almost pleading sound shattering her unnatural intoxication! 

God almighty! What was she doing'? She pushed him away, quickly gaining her 
feet to stare in self-shock down at his never-innocent yet unguilty animal 
face. Once more, he whined, as if sensing the persistent heat provoking her 
sensuous young body beyond reason. 

"Well. . . you are something else, big fellow! C-Could it be that some of 
your lusty dead master rubbed off on you'?" the shaken blonde wife 
whispered, unable to keep from her incited mind the lurid mental scenes 
Bonnie's licentious stories had implanted there. And oddly enough, she was 
less ashamed than keyed-up by her bizarre act of seconds before. . . in 
fact, she was as hot as a firecracker ready to explode, and that would never 
do! 

Shep watched the pretty golden-haired girl pick up her coffee and consume 
its remaining contents. His heart was warm for her. When he had opened his 
eyes from the long fuzzy sleep, she had been holding his head in her lap, 
gently bathing it with cooling liquid. She had made him feel better, and the 
same loving feeling he felt toward his dark-haired mistress he suddenly knew 
for this new human. Now, he studied her every trembling move as she busied 
herself about the room. He followed her closely, his stimulated senses 
knowing instinctively her rising wan t and need., The sensual aroma from her 
human heat filled his keen nostrils, just as he has tasted it from her 
mouth. He wondered why she did not strip away her covering and lie down to 
call him to her the way his mistress always did at such times? Yet, it was 
this waiting which made him long all the more for her, and he could do 
nothing until he was commanded. 

She refused to sit down and he stalked her like her own shadow, sometimes 
getting close enough to brush against her soft white legs, but then she 
would quickly, move away. She went and refilled the coffee cup with Shep 
trotting along behind her, and her soft warm body continued to quiver 
whenever he crowded against her. She began to make melodious sounds. . . 
little cooing noises down to him much as his mistress did. The aura of her 
bodily essence grew stronger and stronger, until the impatient German 
shepherd knew a throbbing in his powerful flanks. Finally, she sat down in 
front of the reflecting glass, and he perched beside her, resting his head 
on the warm fullness of one thigh, the hot, spicy fragrance scent from 
between, her legs tormenting his trained senses. 

"Say. . . what am I going to do with you, Lothario?" Ann hissed, stroking 
his huge head cradled on the soft give' of her upper thigh beneath her short 
nightie. Damn, he was more than just a very intelligent dog! There was 
something frighteningly human about his maleness! He'd thrilled her and he 
seemed to be aware of it... uncannily aware that she'd hesitated to sit down 
in order to keep him from doing what he was at that very moment! His rounded 
canine eyes were filled with more than ordinary animal affection... greedy 
Just gleamed in them and she couldn't help but think once more of his 
sadistic dead master and that man's obscene leanings! "I - I may be losing 
my mind, you four-legged lover, but. . . but something crazy keeps telling 
me you're trying to seduce me! And... and my resistance is just low enough 
to let the beast in me show through!" 

Ann's desire-infused body glowed with sensual warmth from the brandied 
coffees she'd drunk. And the tingling of the brandy in her soft belly only 
served to heighten the excitement simmering in her young sensitive loins. 
She felt the heated wetness seeping down between her legs and saturating the 
thin strip of her sheer nylon panties, and she knew for certain that Shep's 
keen nose could sense it! The big handsome devil... he was just waiting. . . 
waiting. . . ! And there wasn't a soul who would know. . . Bonnie would be 
knocked out for hours after the capsule Ann had given her! 

"Oooohhh . . . !" she moaned aloud, pressing the dog back once more and 
getting shakily to her feet. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? What 
she needed was a bath, something to cool her down and recharge her low 
resistance! 

Shep instinctively felt the pretty blonde girl's confusion. But he too was 
upset, and more each time she moved away from him. He sat back on his 
haunches with alert eyes and ears as she began to strip away her covering. 
She no longer spoke or looked at him and he watched her make herself naked 
as if he did not exist, the soft female whiteness of her voluptuous body at 
last completely exposed to him. Her smoothly rounded contours caused him to 
pant with open-jawed excitement, his long tongue hanging wetly loose. He saw 
in her the embodiment of all the warm secret places he had known and enjoyed 
with other she-humans, his hungering eyes training on the burnished ringlets 
of her pubic hair partially hiding the wet pink slit up between her legs! 
She looked down at him, her own pretty mouth half-opened, the swollen 
fullness of her pink-tipped breasts rising and falling, and his need 
throbbed urgently deep in his animal loins. 

"I - I'm going to bathe, Mr. German shepherd, and hope I can lower my 
temperature by several degrees . . . before I become a part of something 
obscene!" Ann heard herself talking to him as if she were actually 
addressing a male human who was no more than a shade away from sexually 
claiming her. "Oooohhh, you handsome big darling! You don't know what you're 
doing to me!" She sensed a tiny shudder ripple upward over her delightful 
feeling nakedness. She couldn't resist smiling down at him as the thought 
crossed her mind: That would really make me a bitch, wouldn't it? Or am I 
that already for even thinking such things? 

She walked nakedly into the adjoining bathroom, knowing the dog was close 
behind her. 

Shep seated himself beside the tub to watch unflinchingly, and Ann couldn't 
rid herself of the lewd Peeping Tom sensation that she was being observed by 
a male other than Dave Ramm. By the same token, she couldn't deny the 
excited thrill rising within her of playing the exhibitionist! Throughout 
the entire bath ritual he eagerly stared, and then when she finally stepped 
out onto the bathmat, he began to lick her dripping ankles and calves. 

"Damn. . . you're not a dog, darling. . . you're a wolf!" Ann softly intoned 
down at him, the brandy still warming her body as well as welcomingly 
dulling her mind. Sensuality, born of five-weeks deprival, then 
fantastically sated hours past, only to be fanned into flame once more by 
Bonnie Marshall's obscene stories, churned within the naked young wife. One 
in particular kept returning to the, forefront of her incited brain, and she 
visualized it now as Bonnie had huskily unfolded it. 

"He would tie me to the bed on my hands and knees, with my legs spread 
painfully apart so that I was wide open to him, but drawn up with my knees 
stretched achingly out to each side, my naked buttocks high in the air. 
Then, he'd take me that way... you know. . . fuck me from behind, his huge 
cock pounding furiously up into my vagina! After awhile, when it was almost 
bearable. . . and sometimes, even pleasurable, he'd bring out his dildos 
and. . . and unmercifully shove one right up my rectum while he fucked my 
cunt! Oh God, it was. . . was unbelievable the obscene things he could think 
of! Then. . . then, he'd pull his own cock out and stuff a huge dildo up 
into my pussy. . . ! Now, you do it, bitch! Reach back between your legs 
with both hands and work these dildos! he would snarl, and I'd have to, 
while he crawled around in front of me and made me suck him as he watched it 
all in the mirror!" 

A tremor of undeniable lustful excitement raced over Ann's naked flesh as 
she remembered Bonnie's lurid stories and her free use of the graphic 
four-letter words, their blunt sensuous meanings as always, wildly firing 
her. Vie Marshall's huge brutal cock! She wondered if it had really been any 
bigger than Dave's? 

Shep backed away as she reached for a bottle on the shelf, examined it, then 
poured something sweet-smelling from it into her other hand to spread over 
her pleasingly curved nakedness. He watched her small hands massage the 
resilient mounds of her soft white breasts, saw the tiny pink nipples harden 
to her own touch and he wondered why she should scent herself that way. He 
gazed levelly as she took more from the bottle to spread over her belly. . . 
and then more between her thighs over the fleece of soft golden curls and 
downward to her legs. 

"W-Well, you big ogler. . . that's just about it! Whatever is going to 
happen is just. . . just going to happen, is all!" Ann whispered at the 
waiting animal she had been intentionally avoiding. The bath had done 
nothing for her! 

She was a raging furnace of lustful excitement inside and the dog knew it . 
. . smelled it! She could see it in his eyes. . . his eyes. . . Goddd! "You 
want to know the truth, lover? Ann's frightened . . . more than she ever was 
on her wedding night, and that's the truth, darling! But. . . but you've got 
to do whatever it is you do, and want me to do! God, let's do it!" 

The excited German shepherd knew well what she meant and trotted out beside 
the bed to stand there! He had to wait... his training demanded it! He 
watched her parade nakedly from the bath, her rounded white curves rippling 
enticingly to her graceful step. . . and then, she lay down on the bed. . . 
and still he anxiously waited for that necessary command. 

Ann wasn't certain but what she might flip completely! She'd never known an 
equal to the feverish sensations raging within the seething fluid passage 
down between her legs, and tingling outward along the sizzling nerve ends 
from the very core of her loins to every sensitive inch of her hungering 
flesh. Her own breathy panting seemed unreal in her ears as she lay on her 
back with trembling thighs spread open and her fingertips tracing a lewd 
path up over her rib cage to her breasts. They found her tiny, hardened 
nipples and narcissistically fondled them, while her eyes searched those of 
the animal waiting and whining beside the bed. 

Shep felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened loins at the eager craving 
the naked blonde female's torrid eyes transmitted to him. His great heart 
pounded in his broad chest at the sight of her long golden hair fanned out 
on the pillow beneath her head. Why did she make him wait? Didn't she want 
him? 

"Well? Come on, lover. Come on here and do whatever you do before I save you 
the trouble by using my fingers... that is, if you do anything at all!" Ann 
hissed, patting the bed. "And I won't ask you again." 

She never had to! With an effortless leap, the huge German, shepherd was on 
the bed, momentarily poised in a picturesque stance of handsome animal 
beauty as he stared down at her with an almost claiming maleness! Ann's 
breath caught in her throat at the sight of him ardently surveying her 
vulnerable nakedness. At that moment, she had a fleeting thought of her 
husband Dave! It wasn't too late! She could still stop the beast... order 
him off the bed. . . come to her senses...! But as the policeman's wife lay 
there debating, Shep lowered his head to lick out with his tongue over the 
smooth white flesh of her nervously quivering belly. Oh God! Yes. . . 
Yessss! It was way too late! 

From the very beginning, Ann never wanted him to stop! Again, she felt the 
delight of his tongues curling, heated length as she raised her head to 
watch him licking upward over the small round curve of her belly! Higher and 
higher he came as she watched in almost mesmerized disbelief, until at last 
he was licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her desire-swollen 
breasts, creeping ever upward over them to their bursting peaks. 

"Oooohhh . . . you devil!" she moaned huskily aloud to his fervid caresses. 
Again and again his tongue grazed wetly over the tender pink tips, sending 
involuntary little spasms of lust whipping through her nakedly roused body! 

Ann's feverish mind was a low-resistant blank to everything but the 
captivating sensations of Shep's laving tongue, brushing with a moist heat 
over the heaving white mounds of her breasts. 

She heard him whimper from deep in his animal-throat her impassioned gaze 
fixed on his seductive love-making. Then, his great brown eyes raised to 
meet hers, and she waited, not speaking, not moving, only breathing 
intensely through parted lips as he moved upward to lick them! 

The blood rushed through Shep's strong body as once more he tasted on her 
lips and tongue the delicate - essence of her smoldering body-heat. 
Excitedly he brushed his own tongue over hers as it darted from her open 
mouth .. . licking and loving its wet sweetness while faint mewling sounds 
purred from behind it. Her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath his 
loving tongue, emotionally returning caress for caress, and instinctively he 
knew it was time! 

Chapter Eight. The thought that she had somehow bewitched herself into 
nymphomania during the five week estrangement from her husband had occurred 
to the sensuously excited Ann Ramm many times in the past half-hour. She was 
once more a glowing pot of lustful desire beneath the unnatural caresses of 
the handsome German shepherd's tongue! And then it stopped, causing her to. 
snap open her eyes and raise her head, hoping to God that wasn't the end of 
it! 

It wasn't. She saw the long wet pinkness of Shep's tongue returning, as if 
answering her silent plea. Again, the impassioned young nurse lay back naked 
and vulnerable to the moist stroking of her swollen breasts. She watched 
with in tense eyes his every incredible, desire-whetting lick, the sudden 
realization that Bonnie, too, had reveled beneath his canine loving dawning 
upon her! Of course, she had! But she'd said nothing. . . though abruptly 
Ann realized why the raven-haired girl had saved the German shepherd's life 
at the cost of her sadistic husband's. . . a story that the overwrought 
widow had obviously been trying to tell her along with the others! 

"Oohhhhhh . . . you lovable home-wrecker!" Ann mewled, gently stroking the 
dog's furry head as her lust-infused brain raced to fit together the 
horrible pieces of the puzzle gradually coming to light. . . but Shep's 
thick branding tongue grazing hotly over her naked breasts was fast making 
it impossible! And then, he was working downward, causing her breath to 
shorten in mounting anticipation. 

Damn, it hardly seemed reasonable that she could be this hot so soon after 
making love with Dave only hours before! It had to be the forbidden 
bestiality of what she was doing and letting the powerful dog do to her! 

"Ooohhhh . . . th-that's a sweet baby!" she gasped, luridly spreading her 
trembling thighs wide for him. "Oh God. . . all the way down, Shep lover... 
to Ann's hot little pussy! Get between my legs, precious! Y -Yes. . . like 
that, baby. . . like that. . . !" 

The slightly intoxicated young wife had only her husband's man-tongue to 
measure by, and that only too limitedly, she thought, unable to recall 
another moment of more illicit sensuality! But how far would he go? Maybe, 
if she made it more enticing for him? Luringly, she raised her legs and drew 
her firm white thighs back until they were flattening out the yielding 
fullness of her tingling breasts, her knees almost touching her shoulders. 
Then, with head raised slightly from the pillow, she stared down between her 
legs to breathlessly watch, fiery impulses charging through her at the lewd 
picture she offered to her own eyes! 

Shep whimpered and a potent, frenetic little sensation of desire raced over 
Ann's sensitized flesh as she watched him lower his head and begin to sniff 
at her nakedly exposed pussy! She felt his cold wet nose like the touch of 
"hot-ice" against. her taut thighs and passion-flushed cuntal lips. Suddenly 
she sensed it - the first electric contact there of his burning tongue! 
Reflexively, Ann squirmed beneath its fluid heat as it began to lick up and 
down the smooth vale between the lust-tensed mounds of her upraised 
buttocks! Her heart pounded, the blood racing through her veins as his 
sizzling animal-tongue glazed downward around her tiny, puckered anal mouth, 
the tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge up into the oval of the tightly 
clenched ring. 

"Ooooh dammmnnnn . . . you are a shameless devil, aren't you, precious?" Ann 
gasped, her mind filled with amazement at the obscene skill of Shep's 
fire-filled tongue! God, Dave at his lustful best would have to run a poor 
second to this canine enchanter, if only in lingual-length and strength 
alone! "Y -You never learned such naughty-nice tricks by yourself, baby... 
but Ann's overjoyed that you had a lusty teacher. . . oooohhhhh . . .!" 
Again, he was taunting her pulsing little anus, until finally she felt his. 
tongue-tip burning a wet path slowly upward toward the feverish lips of her 
now smoldering cunt! A tremor of impassionated animalism brushed over her 
milk-white flesh as the German shepherd swept his tongue wetly along' the 
moistened pink crevice between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks, then 
over the entire glistening area of her blonde-shadowed pussy! From the 
circle of her snugly clenched little anus, it traced upward without 
relenting, to the pink desire-fleshed edges of her cunt-lips, and at last to 
the tiny erect bud of her clitoris! 

"Unnnnggggg!" the passion-inflamed girl moaned, lifting her head higher to 
better see down between her obscenely drawn-up legs and thighs, the 
incredible tonguing the handsome dog was giving her! Seeing stabs of 
building lust impregnated her naked flesh at the sight of his long pink 
tongue curling back and forth over the sensitive vaginal slit! Again and 
again he did it, while she watched, gasping as his tongue spread deep 
through the flowing pink wetness with all the female-human knowledge Dave 
Ramm had ever dreamed of! 

It went on and on and on . . . and that was the ecstasy of the whole lurid 
episode to Ann! In nursing school once, she had read a book the girls were 
passing around about a woman letting a dog make love to her, but as hot as 
it had made her, she'd never really believed it! It had all seemed so 
farfetched... but . . ooohhh . . . she couldn't think about that now. . . 
not with the way Shep was setting her pussy on fire with his lewdly bathing 
tongue, finally pausing, as she watched, to curl it with a loving thrust far 
up into her seething wet vaginal passage. 

 "Oooohhhhh damn... you gorgeous lover! What you couldn't teach my husband!" 
the long-haired blonde exclaimed in mindless lust. Suddenly she wished she 
could have Dave's big cock again fucking into her mouth while this handsome 
dog licked her fire-filled cunt! Oh, how wonderful it'd been earlier, more 
fantastic, than she'd ever imagined it could be! If only he was there at 
this moment! Damn, she'd suck him like he never dreamed... suck him until he 
squirted his creamy hot cum down her throat again, just the feel of it 
making her cum and cum as it pumped into her mouth! 

"Oh, lover. . . don't stop! Ann's going to cum for you in a minute! 
Aaaaagggghhh. . . lick it good, darling! Like that. . . like that. . . way 
up inside! Tongue-fuck it, Shep!" she hissed salaciously lifting her loins 
and quaking ass-cheeks even higher to the wild wet swirling of his loving 
animal-mouth. 

"Oooohhh . . . farther, baby, farther! Shove your tongue up Ann's cunt as 
far as you can. . . she-she's going to cuummmmm. . . ahhhhh,aaaaahhhhhhhh!" 
. 

Uncontrollably, Ann reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping the 
German shepherd's furry head to pull his long cold nose tighter up into her 
wetly spasming passage, knowing it was only the first of a series of 
climaxes which were going to sweep over her completely before this day was 
through! Frantic spasms of cumming convulsed her naked loins and softly 
quaking belly, while his firebrand tongue continued to shoot up into the 
curl-fringed little opening of her loins like a white-hot searing whip, his 
own animal whines matching hers as he hungrily tongue-fucked the 
orgasmically clutching inner flesh, her spilling love secretions flooding 
into his unrelenting mouth! 

"Dear motthheerr . . . you're driving me wild, you wonderful lover!" Ann 
choked, head still tilted, her eyes licentiously gaping. The lustfully 
forbidden sight was all but bending her mind to a point beyond reason! She'd 
lost all control over her raging pussy. . . ohhhhh, if only she had Dave's 
big hard cock fucking wildly into her mouth at the same time to complete the 
salacious orgy! 

Shep felt his loins and flanks ruttishly throbbing from thee pungent liquid 
flow that ha gushed into his mouth, as well as the intense heat still 
generating from her openly pulsating, human pussy lips. He sensed a stronger 
fire burning inside her than any he had ever known, and its intensity made 
the blood pulse furiously through his powerful body. The affection he knew 
for her was different than all other female humans! The soft whiteness of 
her smooth flesh and the aromatic heat of sexual excitement she gave from 
the warm hair-lined crevice up between her wide-held legs made him feel a 
fierceness which almost overwhelmed him. 

Though, there was ,a deep warm gentleness in her, there was also something 
will, like his own kind, and its urgency fired his heavy loins with a forest 
flame demand! The hot pink flesh between her legs in its flowing wetness was 
communicating through his tongue a feral stimulation that delighted him. The 
wicked feeling of being a bad dog raced through his huge body making him 
know a stronger ferocity, the, axis of which was centered in his demanding 
loins! 

Anne had enchantedly fallen into a rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps beneath 
Shep's fabulous tongue hotly licking and fucking snake-like up inside--her 
passion-inflamed cunt walls. She knew she could cum again with just the 
slightest provocation. She rolled her head from side to side with the 
cadence of his lewd lingual thrusts, still holding his great furry head by 
the ears between her lewdly upraised thighs. In her mind she could again 
feel her loving husband's lustfully hardened cock fucking thick and hot into 
her hungrily sucking mouth while Shep lapped the maddening fire from her 
sweltering loins and belly. She raised her head once more to watch... and it 
was then that she caught sight of it! 

Ann's sparkling, lust-filled eyes widened at the glistening spectacle of the 
great dog's thick scarlet cock emerging from its long, hair-fulled sheath, 
dripping hard, the tapered end wiggling and swaying as it continued to 
slither steamingly out of its fleshy concealment! 

Oh God! She leaned to one side and gaped at its erotic length. God, was it 
possible he might dog-fuck her with it? A licentious impulse of unbridled 
animalism raged through the young nurse's naked body, an obscenely 
mind-warping urge which fascinated the voluptuous Ann Ramm in its forbidden 
lewdness alone! Shep's grand cock was huge and beautiful! Dave's penis 
hadn't looked any more tempting to her those few hours before, and she 
wondered if any other male human's ever could either at that very moment! 
God, it was handsome! It seemed longer and thicker than Dave's, if that was 
possible, different in shape with its beveled tip, but its very cone-like 
contour adding to her lustfully pyramiding passion! 

For a long emotion-tightened moment, Ann stared at the massive, animal's 
wetly gleaming rod of flesh dangling beneath his powerful canine loins, and 
she sensed her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the 
erotically stimulating sight of it! The depravity of the lurid act her 
spinning mind was, entertaining held no concern for her. . . only how she 
might bring it about! In fact, it was the very sordidness of the lewd idea 
that was spurring her wantonly on! But.. but how. . . how? 

Unceasingly, the loving German shepherd continued to lick her simmering 
cunt, his scorching wet tongue like a gentle abrasive as it slithered over 
the pulsating bud of the clitoris! Blinding impulses of unnatural craving 
burned in her obscenely determined mind, adding to those his singeing tongue 
was stoking in her salaciously offered loins. Oh God, how. . . how. . . ? 

"S-Shep lover. . . unnnhhh . . . damn. . . you gorgeous beauty..." Ann 
choked, trying to raise higher and stroke his huge head nuzzled between her 
widely separated' thighs and ass-cheeks. God! She was so weak with desire, 
she could barely hold herself up on her elbow! His lapping tongue was 
clearly visible spreading through the wetly saturated pinkness of her cunt. 
He'd spread her flushed pussy-lips open until they appeared to almost be 
pleading in their lust-swollen ravishment. Her sensitive inner cuntal flesh 
sparkled up at her, its surrounding golden curls damply tangled, the entire 
lurid scene further fanning the flames raging inside her! Her nakedly 
thrusting breasts seemed electrified as she continued to caress his furry 
crown, moaning, "Shep... . oh darling. . . lie down! Lie down. . . lie down 
for Ann, lover! She wants to love you, too! Do it, baby. . . lie down and 
roll over!" Her throat was husky with tension. "Do it, Shep! Lie down so Ann 
can get to . . . to you. . . make you happy, darling! She'll put her pussy 
right where you can lick it all day if you want, lover! Now, Shep! Do it! 
Lie down, big fellow!" 

Ann's brain raced in reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself forward, 
not wanting to upset or destroy what she already had with him, but only to 
add to it! Slowly, she managed to rise to her knees as Shep, confused, 
reluctantly backed away from her seething wet loins. He looked anxious and 
displeased, yet Ann never hesitated. If she was to get what she wanted, 
there was no stopping now! She whispered and cooed at him in gentle tones, 
at the same time brushing her soft hand lovingly over him, her eyes hungrily 
locked on the solid length of his long, thick scarlet cock hanging below his 
lean belly. 

Shep watched the beautiful naked young woman rise up and move toward him, 
surprised when she didn't turn around on hands and knees so he could mount 
her. Those were her intentions, he had thought, the way his mistress and the 
others always did. But she did not, though she cooed in soft sounds at him. 
Perplexed, he whimpered, sensing his mating hunger dwindling in his 
confusion. Again, she gave the command he recognized and he unhappily 
responded, lying down beside her on the bed. 

The German shepherd's displeased whimper vibrated through Ann as she saw his 
huge cock Withdraw back up into its concealing sheath. But he obeyed her 
again when she whispered, Roll over on your back, big fellow. . . and you 
won't be displeased for long! That's it, darling . . . 00hhhh . . . that's 
perfect, baby. . . right there!" In mindless excitement, she crawled over 
and positioned herself so that her cunt was just inches away from his face, 
and even less when she drew her naked thighs back! She eased forward, 
placing herself so that her own face was directly above the sensuously 
peeking opening of his cock-sleeve where the big scarlet hardness had 
vanished back inside! 

Frenzied thrills swept through the young keyed-up wife! The thought alone of 
what she was about to do was driving her wild with depraved desire! Gently, 
she moved her arched hips toward his handsome animal-like face, spreading 
her thighs and lovingly taking his head between them! She lay on her side 
with one leg lifted to draw his nose in toward the wetly pulsating heat of 
her tremoring cunt. Immediately, she felt his lengthy tongue lash out at the 
palpitating crevice up between her legs, again lapping through its sensually 
aroused pinkness like a liquid flame, and if she'd ever known true 
animal-like lust, it was at that very moment! She lowered her cheek to rest 
against his warm hard canine belly, her one hand quickly moving toward his 
hidden cock! 

Shep was unfamiliar with what was happening, but no longer was he upset. 
Once again, he sensed the blood beginning to pound inside him at the heated 
aroma and taste of her wide-split pussy. He felt her delicate fingers moving 
over his loins, their gentle touch causing him to pleasurably tremble. The 
urge to close his eyes and just lie there affectionately, licking the warm 
wet sweetness of her up between her open thighs nearly carried him away! 

Ann would have liked to blame the obscenely erotic sensations saturating her 
voluptuous, naked body and her hungering bestial wantonness on the brandy 
she'd drunk, but it was impossible for her to lie to her own self! 

And at that super-charged moment. . . God. . . she hardly gave a damn as she 
clasped hold of his sheltered dog-cock and began with her fingertips to 
manipulate the furry outer flesh back and forth, feeling its lust-hardened 
thickness within! It had to come back out for her. . . had to! She must know 
it now. . . the taste of his long, thick canine-cock slithering wetly up 
into her warmly sucking mouth! 

Shep searing tongue licking the frantically jerking bud of her tiny 
clitoris... damn, she might easily have cum a dozen times! 

But it was the maddening wildness of it all distracting and amazing her, 
which demanded her concentration, holding back her climax and pleasing her 
in its held off, insanely building, intensity! Oh, the handsome darling, she 
thought as she clung to his cock anti avidly began to stroke it. With 
feeling, yet gentleness, Ann worked the heavy protective skin back and 
forth, his warm head nestled between her open white thighs, his scorching 
tongue licking, relentlessly up into the yielding wet crevice of her burning 
cunt. And then, it suddenly reappeared, the readily glistening tip of long 
thick animal hardness, slipping forward little by little toward her 
breathless, tongue-moistened lips. . . until at last it touched them! 

With a low, lust-infused moan, the obsessed Ann parted her lush warm lips to 
let the tapered forepart of Shep's penis slide between them, easing farther 
and farther up into the torrid moistness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, 
until it brushed all the way back to the depths of her throat! She brought 
her tongue into play with an irresistible fervency, greeting and welcoming 
the unnatural presence with omnivores, yet hesitant, eagerness. Her brain 
whirled with the dizzying intoxication of the unspeakably lewd act she was 
performing with her friend's dog. . . and when she tasted the pulsating 
thickness, a sensation 'of wanton relish racing through her at its warm 
virile madness! Oooohhh . . . it was no less delicious than sucking Dave's. 
. . and it was so hot and hard, swelling up into greater hardness in her 
mouth with every passing second! 

 She heard the dog's high-pitched whimper as he continued to excitedly lick 
her hotly inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her caressing 
little tongue around his long thick cock to give him some of the fantastic 
pleasure he was bringing her! She felt his powerful body responding to her 
lewd sucking, his animal-loins jerking and pressing forward. She brushed one 
exploring hand along his hairy belly to his huge, cum-filled balls, cupping 
them warmly at first, then lightly teasing them with her fingertips. Again 
he whimpered, the titillation making him begin a pumping cock-rhythm between 
the clasped oval of her moistly sucking lips. 

God! The exotic taste of it had completely overwhelmed her... beyond 
anything she'd expected, Ann sensuously reveled, beginning to mouthingly 
nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear of burning, hard flesh with lewd 
up and down head movements. There was a feral gamy tang to it, yet, at the 
same time, spiced with the sweet raciness of nature's maelstrom! Oooohhh 
Godd . . . delicious! 

The smooth, coned length of his growing cock fucked up into her roundly 
ovaled mouth in perfect cadence, while Shep's own animal tongue down between 
her open thighs laved the hot liquid flesh of her wide-splayed cunt and 
smoldering vaginal channel with swirling, ever-increasing enthusiasm! She 
nipped and gently scraped with her teeth, at the same time swirling her own 
tongue in tiny provoking little flicks over his excitedly pulsating 
hardness, her mind totally lost in the licentious thrill of her bizarre 
action. God, it was like a warm honey stick in her mouth, plunging in a 
tapered wet heat all the way into the back of her throat! Wh-What would his 
animal-cum taste like? Mannish. . .like Dave's? Warm and thick. . . 
squirting from the tip of his beautiful big cock in spewing jets. . . or 
were handsome animals different than their human male counterparts? 

Shep had never known anything to equal this! What the beautiful blonde woman 
was doing to him he had never before experienced. She was taking his thickly 
hardened love-shaft hungrily up inside her warm wet mouth, and still it felt 
as if it were thrusting into a hotly clenching vaginal passage. But there 
was a difference, too, a pleasing difference in the feel of her little 
tongue and teeth nipping and swirling greedily around it . . . He whined 
aloud to those sensations which were causing waves of wildly pressuring fire 
deep down in the depths of his loins, knowing that very soon he would feel 
an all powerful, heavily spurting release! 

Bonnie had never swallowed the capsule Ann had given her. She hadn't wanted 
to openly refuse her nurse-friend's professional advice after calling her in 
the middle of the night, but drugs of every nature had always frightened 
her, and it had been simple to hold it beneath her tongue then rid herself 
of it when Ann was gone. Anyway, she felt certain she could sleep now that 
Shep was going to be all right and Ann remained in the house the rest of the 
day. But it hadn't quite turned out that way for her. Instead, she had begun 
to roll and toss, her mind in turmoil, refusing to give her any peace. 

Vividly, she relived again and again the sordid debauchery she had not only 
endured, but found herself reveling in, with Milo and Virgil only hours 
before. She loathed both the gangsters, but not for what they had done to 
her, only that they might have fatally harmed Shep. Given the chance once 
more, she would definitely identify either one or both of them as the men 
who had destroyed Vic Marshall. But even that was unimportant to her in 
itself. It was the overall conglomeration of mental torments, racing 
unendingly back and forth through her overwrought mind. Why hadn't she told 
Ann of the teal depths her love for the dog had reached? She was not ashamed 
of it, though she was well aware that she would be considered warped and 
mentally depraved if their affair became generally known. But Ann would 
understand, Bonnie felt certain of it . . . and, God, she had to tell 
someone, if.. . if only to reassure herself that she wasn't losing her mind! 

The dark eyed widow was out of bed and slipping nakedly into her green 
wrapper before she hardly realized it herself. Perhaps Ann wasn't sleeping 
yet either. . . and, if she was, well, a drink might help calm her own 
nerves. . . 

In her enchanted sucking of Dave not so many hours before, Ann had done so 
with no more vigor, yet with much less forbidden lust drenching her 
sensually laboring nakedness than that filling her at this wild, immediate 
moment! With a voracious animalism, the passion-steeped young wife mouthed 
and pulled at Shep's huge hardened dog-cock, her lust crazed mind a boiling 
pit of salacity. God almighty. . . she was so hot she could scream! She 
actually longed for his hot canine cum shooting into her mouth. . . 
dribbling down her throat. . . flooding her craving belly! Raging tongues of 
flame blazed between her legs! Her belly seethed, and her loins... her fire 
filled cunt, glowed with the searing passion scalding it! She clutched at 
the German shepherd's hugely swollen balls, beginning to milk and caress 
them as she sucked ever more greedily at his heavily thickened cock. Oh 
damn. . . she was going to cum like a tidal wave beneath his beautiful 
tonguing of her saliva slickened cunt walls! She heard him whine and then 
give a little yip in his own animal ecstasy. . . and so did Bonnie Marshall 
outside in the hallway! 

It was that familiar, frenetic little sound that made Bonnie quickly open 
the bedroom door! 

There, she froze, her disbe1ieving eyes expanded in shocked jealousy at the 
incredulously obscene sight-taking place on the bed before her! A wave of 
bitter possessiveness made her knees weak, forcing the raven-haired young 
woman to cling tightly to the door frame! It couldn't be! Ann . . . sucking 
her darling with her widely ovaled lips like any deceiving bitch . . . and 
he was licking her back with a wild, uninhibited frenzy between her lewdly 
spread thighs! 

But she was! Ann. . . her friend. . . she was sucking her own darling Shep's 
desire-hardened cock. . . taking almost all of its beautiful thick hugeness 
into her tightly locked mouth. . . until. . . until it had to be reaching 
nearly to her tonsils! Bonnie gaped, spellbound, not even her own burning 
jealousy strong enough to hold down the lewdly fascinating surge of envious 
lust their bestial love-making immediately fired through her! In those 
scant, paralyzing seconds while she stood there, the confused dark-eyed 
widow weathered a series of transforming emotions, which only the visual 
spectacle of the lurid sexual performance unfolding before her could have 
ever accomplished! 

Her brain raced in its melee of tormentful thoughts which had kept her from 
sleep, but now, more profound than all else, was the stimulating sensuality 
the provocative sight, of the huge dog and her girl friend's love-making was 
uncontrollably stoking in her own lustfully aroused loins and belly! God... 
Ann was stunningly beautiful in her white nakedness and her unbidden passion 
for the beautiful animal lessened any feeling of guilt Bonnie herself might 
have subconsciously felt! And Ann was obviously unashamed of what she was 
doing... because her beautiful, passion-glazed eyes had finally settled upon 
her there in the doorway.. . but she didn't stop! Love and sex were 
apparently deep-felt emotions to her, and, at that moment, Bonnie understood 
her new friend's feelings! 

On the bed, Ann Ramm's mind was whirling. What did one do when caught with a 
hand in the cookie jar? 

It hardly' made sense to jerk it out and deny that it was there! Maybe she 
was losing all sense of morals she'd ever possessed, Ann thought giddily as 
she tongued and licked salaciously at Shep's throbbing cock in her mouth, 
not even the sight of the animal's mistress standing gape-eyed in the 
doorway preventing her race toward her feverish climatic fulfillment! She 
could hardly concentrate in her maddening drive, but she did see her 
curvaceous hostess moving toward her, an open-mouthed expression of sensual 
excitement causing her 'beautiful young face to go passionately lax! And 
then, her green wrapper was falling away until she was fully naked and 
crawling onto the bed behind Shep! Ann watched Bonnie snuggled up tightly 
against the powerful animal's furry back and slip her arm possessively 
around him It was almost as if the handsome lover knew who it was without 
moving his head, for he never ceased his delicious licking of the young 
nurse's hotly sizzling cunt! 

Chapter Nine Acting Lieutenant Dave Ramm was in no great hurry as he drove 
toward Bonnie Marshall's home. He smiled to himself. The world had suddenly 
blossomed for him. Though he'd insisted that, if he was going to get any 
sleep, he'd better go back to his rented room for the rest of the night and 
that they had their whole new found lives before them he hadn't closed his 
eyes for one fucking minute. Whatever had happened to that gorgeous minx 
wife of his, he just hoped to hell it continued! Christ, the way she'd 
sucked him... gulping his god damned cum right down her throat into her 
belly. . . and her cumming a couple of hundred times herself. Man! You're 
every husband's dream, Ann baby. . . but you belong to me! 

On top of all that unexpected splendor, he had walked into his precinct 
office this morning to learn that one Virgil Golde and a skinny punk named 
Milo Penny were in the lock-up. It seemed that a minor traffic accident in 
the wee hours of the morning... and in Bonnie Marshall's neighborhood.. . 
had produced one stolen Caddy occupied by the pair. Concealed weapons found 
on both of them were also enlightening, especially the one Penny carried. 
Ballistics had certified it as the weapon which had fired the bullet killing 
Vic Marshall. Of course, the hatchet-faced Milo Penny had claimed he found 
it, but, if Bonnie would just keep her cool and put the tag on them this 
time, there wouldn't be any question! 

Anyway, that was what he hoped to convince her into doing this morning, and 
with Ann there, but giving him a little more help this time, he prayed, they 
could wind this mess up. He damned sure hoped so, because he had a vacation 
coming up and the idea of a second honeymoon on that quiet island with the 
most sensually gorgeous doll in the world was firing him to no end! 

He swung into Bonnie's driveway, cut the motor and tried the front door. He 
started to reach for the bell, then thought twice. Probably both sleeping 
and it could prove exciting as hell tiptoeing in on his luscious wife to 
kiss her awake. It'd been a hell of a long time. He walked around the house, 
tried the back door and found it unlocked. Pleased, the young policeman 
stepped quietly inside. 

It was hardly feasible that any of the three orgiastic revelers... two 
voluptuously naked young women and a massive German shepherd dog. . . would 
expect or note the sudden presence of an on looking fourth party! Ann, in 
fact, was aware of nothing but the loving dog's guttural, groans, at the 
same moment as his flanks began to furiously hump, driving his swelling cock 
seemingly halfway down her throat! And there was more... Bonnie's extended 
middle finger probing at the tiny tight mouth of her lewdly upraised rectum! 
It gently, knowingly wiggled and wormed around until, like a very slender 
penis, it was sliding fast up into her nakedly exposed nether opening, 
triggering fantastic sensations inside her! Ann moaned out around Shep's 
throat-plunging cock, sucking until it began to spasm and jerk crazily up 
inside her mouth. . . then. . . then, it spewed out its scalding cum from 
deep down in the well of his sperm-ballooned balls! 

At that moment, Ann Ramm was enlightened! The stream of viscidly burning 
semen was like an unceasing hose, filling her desperately working mouth 
before she could swallow it away! Time and again, the climaxing German 
shepherd continued to cum, the lust-charging realization spectacularly 
firing her own wildly bursting orgasm like some never-before cataclysm of 
pure sensual bliss! 

And, finally, his sperm-drained cock was slipping wetly Gut of her 
cum-flooded mouth and he was moving up and away, leaving her with only 
Bonnie's middle finger still thrust deeply up inside her clinging rectal 
walls. . . and, at last, with a slow moistly sucking withdrawal from between 
her widespread buttock cheeks, not even that remained up inside her! 

Dave hadn't moved! He stood like something sculptured in the open doorway! 
Shep saw him and trotted over with wagging tail. Absently, the stunned 
police officer ran his hand over the huge animal's great head while he 
stared at the lewd proximity of the two voluptuously positioned young 
females, and their desire-incited faces to each other's nakedly trembling 
loins! He felt very tired suddenly, unable to think, the fact that he hadn't 
slept in some thirty six hours a tremendous weight! Nevertheless, his cock. 
. . his unrelenting, lusty, brainless cock had leaped into a blood-engorged 
hardness, as if the vital life-fluid had rushed through every vein of his 
body toward and into it, then the locks had closed to leave the rest of his 
drained body anemic. . . his huge, swollen cock-length bulging and straining 
at the front of his pants with all the energy his bony frame contained! 

He began to pull at his clothes, lower jaw hanging as he numbly wondered if 
and when they would start to tongue one another's pink-slitted cunts up 
between the hair-fringed wetness of their luridly held-open white thighs! It 
seemed incredible that neither had noticed his arrival on the scene as yet, 
but then, when he thought about it, shit, he wasn't astonished at all! He 
was more surprised at his own lack of roaring and ranting, because he felt 
burning rage to the very dregs of his churning balls! 

No... there'd be no scene on his part... he wasn't about to waste his energy 
that way! Last night they'd only been lovers... the divorce proceedings were 
still in the hopper. . . okay. . . it was either kill or cure, and he didn't 
give a goddamn which at that moment! Only one thing mattered now and that 
was indulging his own lust-charged, blood-pounding hardness! 

"Greetings, bitches! I just dropped by to join the party!" he spat sharply, 
standing naked inside the doorway and lewdly stroking his long thick cock. 
"Shep went out to get a drink of water. . . you drained the poor bastard's 
balls, wife, or is that 'lover' . . . or just what the hell is it you're 
supposed to be to me?" He watched them scrambling and gasping in their 
shocked nakedness on the bed, unable to hold back the nasty grin twisting 
his lips. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea. I could use a drink myself. Get 
your lovely ass up off the bed, widow Marshall and bring me a bottle!" 

It was Bonnie's widened eyes which first locked onto the poling length of 
the policeman's lewdly swollen cock! She gasped out at the impact of his 
total nakedness, stumbling to her feet while Ann bolted upright on the bed, 
her gaping face flushing a deep scarlet at the sight of her nakedly enraged 
husband! Stammering, she started to speak, but his words came first. 

"I saw it all, lover baby! The fucking dog shooting off into your sucking 
mouth. . . you gulping it down the same way you did it for me last night! 
Yeah, I saw it all, bitch! So let's not start making excuses, eh? Let's face 
it instead, you've got a mouth-penchant for cock, and it doesn't make any 
difference whether it's man or beast! You, Bonnie, get me a drink before I 
lose my cool, you hear?" 

Dave watched the frightened raven-haired young woman's curvaceous white body 
quiver and dance in its inciting nakedness as she quickly trotted off. Then 
he concentrated on the wife who had sucked him with ecstatic hunger the 
night before. She moved on the bed, her full breasts and rounded fleshy 
buttocks rippling as she worked over to the edge to sit with her legs 
hanging off, not looking at him. Christ, the silky blonde hair covering her 
soft loins was still soaked in wet ringlets from Shep's goddamned lapping 
tongue! 

"You have anything to say for yourself, lover?" he snapped at her, his naked 
cock beginning to throb in his hand at the enticing sight of her luscious, 
contoured beauty. 

Hesitantly, Ann shook her head, fighting to hold back the tears. God, what 
could she say. . . outside of telling him how much she loved him, and she 
doubted if he'd take much stock in that at the moment! But. . . but what did 
he intend to do... stripped the way he was. . . and standing there 
shamelessly stroking his handsome thick cock? 

"I don't know what's suddenly come over you, baby. Last night, I thought it 
was the greatest thing that'd ever happened to mankind. . . to this man, 
that is, not to every fucking creature running around with a cock between 
its legs!" he bitterly charged. "But I can see that you've got to be 
trained! The man who owns you has to use you hard, bitch! And until the 
courts say different, you're my possession, cunt! You understand that?" 

"Y-Yes," she whisperingly replied, though had he not said it, Ann well knew 
it and wanted it that way. She trembled uncontrollably, but as much from 
Shep's exotic love-making as from the shock of being discovered in her 
forbidden act by this man she truly loved and wanted to spend the rest of 
her life with. Oh God, if only she could somehow make him understand this 
new unexplainable and unquenchable desire that constantly burned inside her 
and was still eating at her feverish loins at that very moment. She stared 
at his bulbous-headed, heavily veined hardness looking at her at face level, 
her tiny tongue reflexively edging the soft flesh of her lips in a 
moistening, sensuous action. "C-Come, here, darling... let me show you how 
much you really mean to me . . ." 

"Fuck you, wife!" Dave spat, reading her obvious intentions and fighting 
them, yet wondering if he was going at it right. "Like I said, you have to 
be trained... " Suddenly, Bonnie's shapely nakedness shoved a drink into his 
hand and a bottle to supplement it. Then she moved over to the bed and 
tremblingly sat down beside his sensually curved wife, Bonnie's, full 
generous endowments no less intoxicating in their cream-white beauty than 
his own Ann's. . . and he saw her locking her eager eyes greedily onto the 
thrusting hardness of his damned near numbed cock. Grinning at her, he said, 
"How about you, Bonnie? You like to suck cock too?" 

She swallowed, the gulping sound filling the room. 

"Well. . . do you?" 

"Y-Yes . . . yes. . . I like just about anything. " Then come here and prove 
it! Get down on your knees and suck this fucking thing! Show my loving 
estranged wife what it's like to have her husband's cock sucked right before 
her eyes by another woman!" 

"Oh Dave... I can't do that!" Bonnie protested. 

"You fucking well better, and right now!" 

Dave barked. 

Shep had returned, seating himself on his haunches in front of Ann. She 
hardly realized that she was petting him as she enviously watched Bonnie 
drop to her knees and move forward that way until her opening mouth was 
split-seconds away from absorbing Dave's jerking, swollen hardness into it! 
An almost frantic little seizure of jealousy knotted her soft belly and she 
gasped out when the dark-eyed girl's tongue-moistened lips ovaled to nibble 
cravingly over the purplish head of her husband's bobbing cock. They locked 
immediately in a tight, full-lipped pressure around the shining blood-filled 
glands, her eyes closing as her cheeks began to betray the movements of her 
hungry tongue! 

Dave grunted aloud at the soft liquid warmth of Bonnie's sucking mouth and 
knowing tongue setting to work on his aching penile length, but he steeled 
himself, determined to punish his beautiful, covetous wife who was watching 
with unhidable jealousy. He made Ann get up to take the drink and bottle 
from his hands, then grasped Bonnie's head to begin a lewd pelvic motion up 
toward her passion-slack face. She never shied away as he fucked in to her 
eager mouth fastened tightly around his growing cock, until he was finally 
brushing at the back of her throat with its blunt tip, most of its long 
white thickness disappearing beyond the tensioned rim of her moist, drawing 
lips. Christ, he wondered if he could quit now, the way she was sucking him, 
her humming mewls vibrating all the way up his rock-hard cock into his 
throat! 

"Eat it, you raven-haired bitch!" he hissed lewdly down at her. "Take it all 
down into your throat! A-And you, Ann lover... come over here and get onto 
your knees to watch! Hold my balls while she sucks me, you hear?" 

"Y -Yes darling...!" Ann gasped, never hesitating, but moving quickly off 
the bed to obey. 

She dropped to her knees beside them, her impassioned face as close as she 
could get it, her small hand reaching behind and up between her 
policeman-husband's hairy legs to cup and tenderly milk his sperm-bloated 
balls with warm, loving caresses. Shep whimpered and crowded closer to sit 
and stare at the obscene performance, while Dave continued to hold Bonnie's 
dark curly head and fuck furiously into her receptive, all engulfing mouth 
and throat, his pubic hair now brushing at her lips and nose with every 
thrust! 

 Ann couldn't restrain the tiny whines of lustful envy escaping her at the 
licentiously erotic close-up of Bonnie hungrily sucking her David's big 
hardened cock. Vicariously she could feel its huge spongy head was 
slithering right down to her tonsils, knowing that soon he would squirt his 
scalding cum to dribble delightfully down into her friend's heaving belly. 
Oh, how she wished she was Bonnie Marshall at that moment! 

And then, Dave stopped! 

"Okay. . . enough of that!" he snapped, jerking his rock-hardened penis from 
the reluctantly relinquishing mouth of Bonnie Marshall. 

"Oh, please, Dave!" the dark-eyed young woman pleaded, looking up at him 
from her slavishly naked position. "That's a wicked thing to do to me!" 

"Maybe. . . but I feel pretty tucking wicked," he said, walking to where Ann 
had set his drink and picking it up to drain it. "We'll get back to that 
another time, you and I, but, right now. . . I want you to prepare my sweet 
wife's little asshole for me! Because I'm going to fuck it!" He grinned at 
Ann then, watching her eyes growing roundly wide, never really losing their 
passionate intensity, yet a certain apprehensive light abruptly flicking on 
in their blue depths. "I've got an idea that tight little asshole is still a 
cherry, and that's the only thing that's going to pacify this tired husband 
today! Come on, both of you... get moving! Turn around, Ann. . . hands and 
knees, while I watch Bonnie slicky up that tight little ass for daddy's big 
cock! Do it, for Christ's sake! Move! I'm not kidding!" 

Ann was frightened. She couldn't deny that. Sodomy was something remote, 
read about and lustfully enjoyed from that rousing voyeuristic standpoint, 
but, in reality? 

Yet. . . yet. . . she had little choice, did she? God. . . she loved Dave, 
wanted him... and who had a better right to fuck her ass if he wanted to? He 
was her husband, and, God knows, she was so crazy about him that she would 
love whatever he did to her! A shudder of unexplainable delight rippled over 
her as she moved around there on the rug, bent to all fours, dropping her 
face and shoulders and lewdly spreading her knees out wide! Looking back, 
she saw Bonnie's sensually excited face moving up behind her, she too on her 
hands and knees! God! She couldn't keep herself from waggling her rounded 
buttocks expectantly back to where the dark-haired girl knelt, and then she 
glanced up to see Dave's gaping lust-filled eyes! 

Ann's buttocks were beautiful, ovaled white mounds to Bonnie, and she gazed 
at the puckered pink little anus between as Ann lowered her shoulders 
further, undulating the erotic panorama carnally back at her! Something she 
had never done, but secretly longed to, filled Bonnie with a craving hunger, 
the taste of Dave's cock in her mouth adding wildly to it! She plunged 
forward, burying her face into the luringly smooth whiteness, her hungering 
eyes trying to encompass it all at once. . . the golden pubic curls, the 
long ribbon of curved pink cuntal flesh, the swollen pussy lips! Bonnie 
gasped as she immersed her open-mouthed face into the wet voluptuousness of 
it all. 

The musky, perfumed scent of her friend's open pussy caused Bonnie's 
nostrils to flare widely as she lashed out with her tiny, eager tongue! Like 
Shep's ravaging invader before it, the smaller feminine tongue licked up 
through Ann's wet raw pussy-flesh between the flushed hair-lined folds, bu t 
with a savoring experimentation. She pressed down deep to find the young 
nurse's tiny, quivering clitoris, her lips contacting the silken-haired 
outer folds of hot flesh as she stretched her tongue to its entirety. Its 
tip stabbed at the sensitive bud, raising a deep gasp from Ann's throat. 

Slowly, the dark-haired widow swept upward, flicking her tongue-tip several 
times against the twitching hard clitoris, then backward toward the ovaled 
wet opening of her pulsating vagina. She plunged her tongue in far enough to 
feel the smooth clasping walls of hot flesh grasp at the lewd intrusion and 
then drew it out again to taunt her urethra before licking up along the 
satin-soft crevice of Ann's widespread buttocks to the tiny lips of her 
working little anus! 

It might have gone on indefinitely, Dave was beginning to think, until he 
suddenly decided that there was no way he could watch any more! He had to 
get his goddamned throbbing cock buried up into that tightly puckered little 
anus, and he dropped down onto the floor, sprawling onto his back! Bonnie 
was still lustfully tonguing the crinkled, pink little opening when he 
snapped. Okay, okay, Bonnie! I said to slick it for me, not to tongue-fuck 
it! Come on, Ann baby, climb aboard before Daddy blows his cum just watching 
you two!" Though trembling at the thought of what was ahead of her, Ann 
still couldn't help but smile at her berating husband as she started to 
crawl forward toward him. And then, he stopped her with, "Not that way, 
lover! Turn around with your back to me so I can watch the whole show. . . 
because you're going to worm it up into that sweet little hole all by 
yourself!" 

With a shudder, Ann repositioned herself, her knees on either side of him, 
her lewdly spread white buttocks looking roundly back at him like twin 
creamy moons as Bonnie, of her own eager accord, grasped his pulsing hard 
cock in her small hand, aiming its blunt-tipped head at the babyish rosette 
of Ann's tiny anal opening! 

"Reach back and pull your buttocks open, darling! It'll help!" Bonnie 
whispered heatedly as she gaped at the lust-firing sight. 

Greedily, she held to Dave's hotly throbbing hardness and watched as Ann's 
clutching fingers responded, pulling at the yielding flesh of her smooth 
white ass-cheeks to stretch her tiny anal ring part way open! She heard Dave 
grunt and curse and they both watched Ann's gasping, obscene performance 
through straining eyes. Diligently, she worked at worming Dave's huge 
bulbous cock-head up into the expanding little oval of her anus, while 
Bonnie held to the solid base of Dave's penis. Ann squirmed and wriggled her 
taxed, spread-open buttocks in her effort to skewer the hot spear of solid 
cock-flesh up into her unbelievably gaping little anus! 

Ragged gasps of breath burst from the lewdly squatting blonde as she 
determinedly lowered herself down onto the towering rod of her husband's 
impaling hardness, her tormented whimpers feverishly exciting her audience. 

"D-Does it hurt that much?" Bonnie whispered into her ear, reaching around 
to gently caress one of her trembling friend's full heaving breasts in 
sympathetic, if masochistic envy. 

"Ooooohhh. . . Godddd . . . !" Ann groaned. "I-It's. ooohhh . . . torture. . 
. but beautiful torture! I-I love it there. . . love it. . .!" " Dave gaped 
in salacious pleasure, hardly believing his wife's unexpected reply! He 
watched her slavingly gyrate her smooth, rounded hips down. . . down. . . 
until the soft white give of her buttocks was flattening out against his 
upper thighs and pelvis. He began to gently work with her in an effort to 
widen her narrow nether passage with the solid girth of his aching cock 
buried to its full length up inside the tight, hotly smothering channel. 

"Christ, doll. . . I-I never thought you could do it . . . ! Goddamn . . . 
listen, if it's hurting too much we can stop... you win Dave blurted, a 
sudden wave of shame rising up in him at her pitiful groans. 

"No! No, don't stop! I want it there, darling!" Ann vehemently insisted, 
writhing her naked buttocks down ever tighter to his churning loins, forcing 
his huge cock farther up in to her grotesquely stretching rectum. "B-But .. 
. I think it's going to come right out. . . my mouth, lover!" she added, 
slowly leaning back to rotate her hips and buttocks lewdly and please him 
more! 

He caught at her slender waist, slipping his gaunt hands up her smooth 
rib-cage while she strugglingly straightened out her legs in front of her. 
With both hands he cupped her erotically swollen breasts and drew her back 
down on top of him, as Bonnie stared at them in envious lustful hunger. 

God almighty, he'd never know the agony he was bringing her at that moment, 
Ann painfully reasoned, but, simultaneously, he was over whelming her with a 
passion beyond anything she had yet known! It was incredible that almost 
nauseous torment could be such a magnificent torture of masochistic 
pleasure! So beautiful. . . savagely beautiful... like Shep was brutally 
beautiful! 

Suddenly, Bonnie was moving down between their extended spread-apart legs, 
her dark sparkling eyes fixed on Ann's golden-curled pussy staring wetly up 
at her! The soft-curved pink crevice arched downward to the fleshy ovals of 
her resilient white ass-cheeks. . . widespread now with Dave's huge hardened 
cock splitting them, holding them lewdly apart, its thick length buried to 
the hilt up into her forever stretched rectum, his heavy cum-filled balls 
pulsating crazily below! Bonnie couldn't, even if she had wanted to, keep 
from stealing one more lusting, oral caress! She dropped forward, nestling 
her face into Ann's soft, golden-framed loins, starting her fiery little 
tongue at the tip of Dave's sperm-inflated balls! 

Excitedly, she licked the exposed half-inch of his rock-hard cock not yet 
swallowed up into Ann's tight nether-hole, then into the open heat of her 
pink wet cunt and upward, finally sucking the fluid inner lips and tiny 
quivering clitoris into her impassioned mouth with a moist little slurping 
sound! 

Ann whined out to the added delight, working her buttocks up and down on her 
young husband's brutally sodomizing cock, at the same time, with long legs 
splayed wide to flower open her wetly glistening cunt, she pressed its 
heated sensitivity up against Bonnie's hungry mouth! Almost fanatically, the 
voluptuous brunette lashed her tongue around, over, and up and into Ann's 
sweet-tasting pussy-channel, her own maddening desire reaching a feverish 
peak! 

Gasping, Bonnie reached down between her hot thighs to find her own little 
palpitating clitoris and stroke it before suddenly remembering! "Oh, Shep, 
lover...!" she choked, elevating her naked buttocks lewdly upward and 
spreading her legs wide! "Hurry, baby. . . Bonnie needs you bad...!". she 
exclaimed, then shot her searing little tongue back up deeply into Ann's 
seethingly clasping vagina! 

It was a first for both Dave and Ann to see the dancing eyed German shepherd 
quickly mount the lustfully presented mounds of the naked Bonnie bent 
slavishly before him Bonnie thrust her milk-white ass-cheeks back high and 
they watched with bated breath the hardened sleek animal-cock wetly ram and 
slip against them! Again, the massive brute floundered, whimpering loudly, 
until Bonnie spread her rounded thighs wider. . . and this time, it didn't 
miss! 

"Uuummmnnnggg!" Bonnie gasped out before the long thick ravager soaring up 
into her, lancing her moistly hungering vaginal walls like a flint-tipped 
spear! 

Oh God. . . her true lover. . . the grandest of them all . . . her own 
darling, Shep! She would al ways love him the most, she knew as she licked 
and sucked shamelessly at the delicious wet cunt breathing out its heated, 
passionate essence in to her flaring nostrils. She heard Angela begin a 
series of little telltale whimpers, and Dave's guttural grunts... heard them 
in the vague background of her mind, for her animal lover was hammering up 
into her greedy, liquid cunt wi th rapid, battering thrusts that were 
intoxicatingly stabbing at the underside of her soft, tremulous belly! 

His wonderful big cock was beginning to swell and throb inside the clutching 
walls of her burning passage, growing larger and larger. . . hotter and 
hotter. . . filling her raging vagina as it seared fiercely up into her. . . 
driving her ever, ever toward a bursting bubble of ecstasy! 

Bonnie's licking and sucking of Ann's steaming cunt became even more 
furious, until the naked, obscenely positioned young wife, stuffed to the 
hilt on her husband's huge, sodomizing cock, groaned put, "Ooohhh. . . I-I'm 
going to cummmm . . . darlings. . . ohhh . . . cummmilinnnggg! " "Christ! 
Don't stop now, you sweet bitch!" Dave choked. "Oh shit... keep your ass 
fucking, baby! Hump it... fuck it hard! S-Sonovabitch. . .! I'm 
cummmmiinnngg with youuu . . . . 

"Ohhhhh yesss... unnng . . . meee tooo . . !" Bonnie cried out as Shep 
fucked savagely up into her, his magnificent animal-cock suddenly long and 
longer. . . thick and thicker inside her flooding, clinging wet cunt, those 
wonderful battering, lunges unrelenting! And then she felt his gushing 
stream of seething canine cum squirting unceasingly up into her hot little 
belly until she thought she'd burst! Long jets of it scalded the voraciously 
milking walls of her climaxing vagina, filling her full with a violent 
force, its steaming heat tripping her through orgasm after orgasm until she 
wailed in mindless passion! 

It was, to say the least, a bit unusual, Dave Ramm thought as he smiled over 
at his lovely blonde wife snuggled close beside him in the seat of the 
launch. He'd like very much to tell her that he loved her, but decided 
against trying to make himself heard over the boat's powerful engines, so 
instead he just squeezed her small hand warmly inside his own, knowing that 
she'd understand, and she did. 

He couldn't remember when he'd been so goddamned happy! No longer just 
acting lieutenant, but permanent rank now, and both Vic Marshall's killers 
put away for good, thanks to Bonnie's identification. On top of that, two 
weeks on the little dream-island ahead to enjoy their second honeymoon, and 
what a mind-bending spectacular that was going to be! 

Beside him, Ann twisted around in the seat to throw a smile behind her and 
he did the same, both of them gazing straight at the handsome, panting face 
of Shep, the powerful animal seeming to be happily grinning back at them as 
Bonnie Marshall held possessively to the leash on his collar. She, too, 
smiled, her dark onyx eyes glowing excitedly. 

Yeah, to say the least, it was just a bit unusual to share a honeymoon with 
another couple. . . especially when one of them was a promiscuous 
love-hungry dog! 


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