An Animal Desire
by Jon Reskind


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true!" was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Her birth certificate might betray Donna Morton's age as just over thirty 
years, but the sensuous curves of her voluptuously formed body, along with 
her flawlessly smooth, summer-tanned skin, made her appear years younger 
than her chronological age. Long, silken black hair cascaded smoothly over 
her naked shoulders and her opal eyes gleamed brightly as she stood admiring 
her nakedly wet body in front of the full length mirror in her 
well-appointed bathroom. 

Still dripping from her warm, soothing bath, Donna stalked across the 
luxurious bedroom with its king size waterbed and stood gazing out of the 
double glass doors, which she had opened to let in the cool, crisp air of 
the summer morning. From this vantage point, Donna could see for miles and 
miles around as her weekend retreat, which she teasingly called her "little 
mountain cottage", was a palatial affair set high atop a tree-studded 
mountainside not far from Lake Tahoe. She saw the sky above her head, 
radiantly blue and completely cloudless, presiding peacefully over the 
well-ordered forest that hugged the side of the mountain. Below, the 
enormous lake sat like turquoise gem, smooth and placid glimmering in the 
summer morning sun. This was usually a warm and soothing sight to the young 
publicity agent, nature's own tranquillizer when the rush and crush and smog 
of Los Angeles became too much to bear. 

But this morning she was angry. Her chest heaved with angry, long breaths, 
causing the tanned mounds of her breasts to quiver and jiggle above her 
slender waist and the sensuous flaring of her rounded hips. Her entire naked 
body seemed to tremble, seething with an unspeakable anger, as she walked 
through the open glass doors and onto the small deck out side of the 
bedroom. She usually enjoyed sunbathing here completely in the nude, but now 
she simply stood, hands clenched onto the deck railing until the knuckles 
almost burst through her skin, eyes burning with a relentless fury. 

Damn him! Damn him and double damn him! Of all the nerve, walking out on her 
like that! The ungrateful wretch, the worthless, cruel, heartless, savage 
bastard! By now he was probably half way back to Los Angeles, half way back 
to his simpering, whimpering wife who could neither satisfy him nor even 
guess at the depths of his lust-crazed passions! And she had been good to 
him, after all! God, she had welcomed him into her luxurious home, fed him 
all the exotic and expensive foods he could eat-caviar, sirloin steak, 
lobster, veal cordon bleu, duckling in orange sauce-and he had reveled in it 
all. That was all not to mention her bed, which he shared with her for 
nearly a full week, eating there, sleeping there, making mad and passionate 
love to her there. Why, he had hardly left the bed at all in the days he had 
spent with her in that sumptuous mountain retreat-and then he had the 
unmitigated nerve to simply up and walk out on her, saying that he had had 
enough for now and had to get back to his dumb little wife! 

He had even said "my dumb little wife" and seemed so proud of the fact that 
he was married to a simple, innocent fool when what he really enjoyed, if 
the past several days were any indication, was a tigress without inhibitions 
and without regrets who would proudly pander to his every depraved desire! 
Yes, and she, Donna Morton, had done just that-and more! And still, still 
the bastard had walked out on her as casually as you walk out of a movie 
theatre when the film is over! 

The crudest blow of all, though, was this nagging sense of loss that the 
young woman felt now. She had enjoyed many other lovers before and none of 
them had been permanent. Sooner of later-usually sooner-all of them had gone 
their own way, leaving her blissfully free to pursue other erotic 
adventures, other lust-incited escapades. That was the way she liked it and 
wanted it, and she always laid down the ground rules before the start of the 
game, because she wanted at all costs to avoid distasteful scenes and rough 
recriminations afterwards. And it had been the same way with this body... 
yet... now that he was gone, she had to admit that underneath all the 
bravado she felt a humiliating sense of having been cruelly abandoned 
against her wishes. 

Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as she remembered how she had 
practically begged him not to leave. Sitting naked on her rocking waterbed, 
she had tried to appear cool and aloof and indifferent although her limbs 
trembled and tears began to creep out of the corners of her bright blue 
eyes. The young man, of course, showed a distinct lack of concern for her 
feelings, the selfish brute, as he staggered naked out of her bathroom, 
reeking of expensive masculine scents which she kept there for her "guests", 
and dressed himself in the clothes he had ripped off of his eager body 
nearly five days before. 

"What can I say, after all?" he had asked, his young brown eyes cool and 
empty as he gazed not at her but at some vague point in space. "I mean, 
enough is enough. A perpetual orgy is fine for a while, but I can't live on 
a steady diet of undiluted sex. I need air and light-and music! I need my 
music, do you understand?" 

"You cruel, heartless bastard," Donna had murmured, her hands clenched into 
tight fists as she tried desperately to control her raging fury. 

"Look, lady," he said, pulling his fancy embroidered jeans over the length 
of his muscular legs, "there is nothing cruel about me. Quite the contrary, 
if I am not mistaken my cock gave you nothing but pleasure, pleasure and 
more pleasure. And you can't deny that." 

"And what about what I gave you?" 

"What you gave me? You sucked my cock until it exploded and then you 
swallowed every ounce of cum that you could get! Seems to me you got as much 
pleasure out of that as I did. And then what? Then I licked your cunt until 
your tits were screaming and you finally went off like an atom bomb-you 
can't tell me you didn't enjoy that as much as I did! So what do you want? 
Seems to me like it was a pretty fair exchange-the willing services of my 
cock for the comforts of the hot little cunt between your luscious legs!" 

It was at that moment that Donna realized how much she wanted this young man 
to stay, at least for a while longer. Somehow, he had kindled a spark of 
desire in her loins that had not been extinguished in these past five days. 
On the contrary, the spark seemed to be growing into a full-fledged fire and 
all she wanted now was more of his cock, more of the perverted and depraved 
things she had done with him, no matter how weird or warped they seemed to 
be. "Damn you," she hissed, her anger now overwhelming her desire. "Get out 
then. Scram! Beat it! Get out of here, you filthy animal!" 

"Filthy animal?" he spat back at her in response. "Seems like it was just 
this morning that you called me a pleasure-loving beast, your own untamed 
jungle animal-and you loved it, didn't you?" 

"GET OUT!" the young woman screamed. "OUT!" 

"Believe me, I'm going. But let me tell you this: you'll not soon see the 
likes of me around here! Why, you're nothing but a sex-crazed, hungry animal 
yourself. Christ, you've probably lived seventy-five years in the last five 
days, fucking and sucking and fucking some more until you couldn't see 
straight. That's probably just your problem-you can't see past your own 
fucked-up desires. All you live for is sex, sex and more sex. Well, that's 
fine if that's the way you want it. But me, I got a horn to blow an plenty 
of other pussies to screw, so I'll be running along now. Maybe I'll be back 
one of these days-and then again, maybe I won't." 

"Damn you! Get the hell out of here before I call the police!" 

"Call the police? That's a laugh! Jesus!" Donna sat still on the waterbed, 
tears rolling down her fury-flushed face, her knees trembling and her hands 
still clenched tight in fists. Sobs caught in her throat as she tried to 
speak again but couldn't. 

Just as he reached the bedroom door, he turned around, looked at her with 
piercing eyes, and said calmly, "For whatever it's worth to you, baby, you 
are one helluva fine fuck. I'll always remember that cock-starved little 
cunt of yours and the way it milked the cum out of my cock." Then he turned 
once more and walked out of the young woman's life. 

Now, standing at the edge of her bedroom deck, the young woman could once 
again feel the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, the sobs caught in her 
throat, the anger rippling through her trembling, naked body. Her stomach 
felt hollow, a gnawing emptiness swept through her groin and her mind 
wandered back over the years and episodes that had brought her to this point 
in her life. 

She had run away from home at the tender age of sixteen. Her parents had 
just died in a plane crash and the prospect of living with her grandmother, 
a haggard old ogre of a woman whom Donna had always disliked, was more than 
she could bear. She had felt sorry for her little eight year-old sister, who 
would have to remain there to be raised by the old woman, but Donna Morton 
had left without regret and with, in fact, high hopes of success. God, she 
thought now, she hadn't even been a virgin then, had she? How many men were 
there... two... three? Well, it didn't matter anyway. The experience had 
stood her in good stead once she reached the island of her dreams, 
Manhattan. 

At first, knowing the full value of her even then voluptuous figure, she had 
tried modeling. In order to get work she had found it necessary to sleep 
with half a dozen men, but she hadn't . minded that much. She had wound up, 
after many frustrated months with little money and fewer prospects, working 
as a secretary in the office of a famous publicity agent, Thomas Simpson. It 
wasn't long before she was in his bed as well, but that little adventure 
paid off in handsome and generous dividends. Before long, Donna was promoted 
to a full-fledged publicity agent in her own right and from there on things 
had gone from good to better to best. 

Her brains and her beauty, combined with her free-wheeling attitude towards 
sex, made her a very successful woman at a very young age. By the time she 
was twenty-five, she had had more lovers than she could count and more money 
than she could spend. It was then that Tom decided to open up a west coast 
office in Los Angeles and it was Donna Morton he chose to manage that new 
enterprise. 

It was in Los Angeles that Donna found her greatest success. Her roster of 
clients now included many movie stars, movie hopefuls, authors, directors, 
cinematographers, even several famous hair styling salons and restaurants. 
She no longer slept with men to advance her career but now chose simply 
those who appealed to her, those who could give her the greatest pleasure. 
One of those men she had gone so far as to marry! His name was Tony Parker 
and she had met him through one of her movie star clients. Tony was one of 
the most famous and sought-after stunt men in the business and was, 
moreover, one of the greatest lovers she had ever known. Even now, several 
years after his untimely death in a motorcycle accident, Donna felt a 
strange but sincere tenderness for the backwoods boy from Nebraska who was 
constantly thrilled with the glamour and spectacle of Hollywood and never 
really believed himself to be a part of it all. Perhaps that's why Donna had 
been attracted to him in the first place because, in spite of her roaring 
success, she too felt like an outsider looking in, like a little girl living 
in the midst of her own fantasy world peopled with incredible characters 
born of her own imagination. 

Tony had loved her well and taught her a lot about the art and style of 
making love, lessons which she had since put to good use with the various 
men she had become involved with. Men like... Donna realized now that she 
didn't even know the trombone player's name! She had simply called him Hairy 
because of his bristling beard and flamboyant moustache and because of the 
long dark hair that rolled dark over his shoulders. 

Donna recalled her first sight of him, carrying in the bulky sound equipment 
from the flat-bed truck behind the hotel. She had organized a press party, 
complete with 10-piece rock band, for a newly successful young author here 
at Lake Tahoe, because the young author happened to be her brother-in-law 
and happened also to have rented a house for the summer just down the road 
from her own. Organizing this party had given her a good excuse to spend 
some time away from the crowds and smoggy heat of the Los Angeles summer, so 
she had been looking forward to this project for several weeks. 

She had hired the band sight-unseen because one of her clients, an extremely 
famous rock star, had recommended them. As she stood by that afternoon, 
watching them carefully remove their boxes and wires and microphones and 
instruments from the truck, she was struck by how commonplace they all 
looked. Every day of the week she could see dozens of characters like these 
crawling along the sidewalks of Sunset Boulevard, complete with scraggly 
beards,-long, unkempt hair, worn-out tee shirts and battered blue jeans. 

Yet, when they began to perform later that evening, she could sense a 
certain magic about them all. Especially the trombone player. Even their 
eyes seemed to sing as they danced around the stage under the multi-colored 
spotlights screaming out their songs and flashing bright, vibrant smiles to 
their appreciative audience. The trombone player handled his instrument like 
a phallus, sensuously sliding it in and out or stroking it tenderly when he 
wasn't playing. Somehow or another during the performance he had caught 
Donna Morton's eye and locked his gaze teasingly to hers as he played madly 
on his trombone, sliding it up and down, in and out with deliberate 
provocativeness. 

After the performance was over Donna purposely sought him out. Had she given 
him some sort of come-on before and was that why he had gazed at her so 
teasingly during the entire performance? Perhaps, but Donna couldn't 
remember now. All she recalled was his light and airy gait as he strolled 
towards her, a can of beer clenched tightly in one hand, his long golden 
instrument in the other. She remembered, now, being impressed by his 
elaborate costume, the white tee shirt embroidered with a blue peace symbol, 
his blue jeans also embroidered with a various designs, sparkling with 
sequins. Over his shoulder he had casually draped a fringed leather jacket 
and the smile on his face glowed with mischievous lechery. 

The odd part of it all was that she had just shaken off some 
publicity-seeking movie hopeful named Jerry... Jerry... well, Jerry 
Somebody, yet now she practically hurled herself into this stranger's arms. 
And more odd still was her inclination towards older men, which was thrown 
to the winds now. True, her husband Tony was only thirty-five when he died, 
but usually Donna preferred older, more mature, suave and sophisticated men 
who knew how to treat a woman. Too often she found younger men sophomoric 
and crude and so she had always tended to avoid them. 

But this young man was different, right from the start. His entire body 
exuded a distinct and provocative sexuality more powerful than many movie 
stars she dealt with. His strong young muscles seemed to be on the verge of 
bursting through his clothing and his eyes danced merrily, teasingly, 
sensuously as he finally stood beside the voluptuous publicity agent who had 
sponsored this elaborate party in the hotel ballroom. 

A distinct urge of lust raced through Donna's loins as the handsome, bearded 
young stranger stood next to her chair. Unconsciously clenching her smooth, 
white-fleshed thighs together, she looked up at him with obvious desire and 
crooned in her sexiest voice, "Well, now that you've found me, why don't you 
sit down?" 

He did, very slowly, every movement a slow and deliberately provocative one. 
His eyes studied the rounded curves of her ample breasts, the tight 
indentation of her slim waistline, the long tapering legs peeking out from 
under a short mini skirt, crossed lady-like at the knees. 

"They tell me you're the one I have to thank," he said, grinning, watching 
her creamy smooth breasts trying to burst over the plunging neckline of her 
dress. 

"Oh? Thank me for what? I haven't done anything... yet, " she answered with 
an equally joyful grin. 

"I like you already, lady," he replied, obviously appreciating the 
implications of her remark. "What I meant was, you're the one who hired us 
for this gig, right?" 

"Right," Donna replied, her eyes laughing in anticipation of the pleasure 
that she knew was to come. 

"Well, that's what I wanted to thank you for." 

"No need to thank me; you're getting paid for it, after all." 

"Yeah, well... well, it's a nice break for us, you know. Being exposed to 
all these important people. Playing at Lake Tahoe and all that. Besides... 
I've heard a lot about you. I've been looking forward to meeting you at 
last," he concluded, his smile now stretched from ear to ear, his white 
teeth gleaming between tongue-moistened lips. 

"Heard a lot about me?" Donna asked coyly. "From whom, may I ask?" 

"From Greg, of course," he replied simply. 

Greg Mathers was the rock musician who had recommended this band. Donna 
remembered now, one wild night several months before in Greg's sumptuous 
house, marijuana cigarettes being passed around and around the room... 
liquor flowing as if from a waterfall... somehow she had ended up with Greg 
and his manager, an older man named Bob Gardner, out by the swimming pool ., 
. Greg's long hot hardness tasted so sweet in her drug-drenched passion, 
slipping in and out of her hungrily sucking mouth... at the same time, or so 
she remembered, Bob's heavily hardened cock was pumping in and out of her 
wetly engulfing vagina... it was all a vague, hazy, drug-fogged memory as it 
crossed her mind now. 

"Oh, I see," the young woman replied simply. 

"You're some chunk of woman, you know that, lady? Greg wasn't putting me on 
at all!" He laughed, a roaring, crashing laugh that seemed to fill up the 
entire ballroom. 

Donna smiled in spite of herself. The young man was far from subtle, yet his 
lack of pretension, his guileless and artless directness, had a certain 
refreshing appeal to the well-experienced young publicity agent. It was only 
a couple of drinks later when she asked him if he would like to come up to 
her house to see the view of the lake from there. Of course, he agreed 
without hesitation. 

Her arm clasped around the young man's waist, Donna Morton stopped briefly 
on their way out to speak to her young brother-in-law, Harry Simon. 

"Harry, mingle more, why don't you? Get around, talk to everybody you can 
grab hold of! That's what this whole thing is all about!" 

"Where are you going?" he asked suspiciously, studying the bearded musician 
by the side of his voluptuous sister-in-law. 

"Home," she replied simply. "I'll talk to you in a couple of days. By the 
way, where is that sister of mine?" 

"Over there," Harry said, pointing across the room to the spot where his 
young wife stood talking to some famous television stars. "She can't believe 
she's face-to-face with so many famous people." 

"No, I guess she can't. Well, have a good time, Harry. And don't forget to 
mingle, get around, talk to every single one of these people here. 
Especially that producer I introduced you to before. He might be persuaded 
to buy the screen rights to your book, you know!" 

Harry glared at Donna as she stalked out with her handsome young trombone 
player. He and Joan had only been in Los Angeles for six months, but during 
that time he had come to appreciate the voluptuous sensuality of his older 
sister-in-law and although he loved his wife, there had been many times when 
pangs of lecherous jealousy had swept through him as he thought of her 
nakedly displayed before and being screwed half senseless by so many strange 
men. God, all he'd need with her would be one night... one glorious night... 
he'd show her how a real man could fuck! 

But all that was forgotten as he walked over to talk to the grey-haired, 
manicured producer standing across the room... 

* * * 

Donna grabbed her young trombone player by his embroidered tee shirt and 
began to slowly, sensuously pull it off over his hairy head. She knew they 
wouldn't be interrupted because her butler/valet had been given the day off 
and his wife, the cleaning woman, only came once a week on Thursdays. And 
today was not a Thursday. As the cotton shirt came over his head, the young 
man laughed, that same roaring, blasting laugh she had heard before in the 
ballroom of the hotel. It sent a shiver of desire racing up her spine as the 
naked skin of his muscled, wide chest, heaving with that laughter, came into 
full view before her desire-gleaming eyes. 

She had opened the sliding glass doors and now the sweet fragrance of the 
surrounding forest mingled with the rough, masculine scent of the young 
stranger. These two delicious smells invaded the young woman's nostrils as 
she knelt before him in mock supplication, her hands busily unfastening his 
belt and lowering the zipper of his elaborately decorated blue jeans. 

"Say," she asked, glancing up at him, "how old are you anyway?" 

"Twenty-one," he responded, smiling, "But don't hold that against me. I can 
fuck like I've been doing it for twenty years! I know most all the tricks 
there are to know, lady, so don't worry, you're going to have a good time 
with me!" 

"Oh, I'm not worried," Donna replied gaily, eagerly anticipating the 
throbbing hardness of his cock buried inside her already steaming hungry 
cunt. Her hands reached up to caress his muscled, hairy chest, her fingers 
teasingly tweaking his nipples as her hands roamed across that vast expanse 
of warm male flesh. Sparks of sublime desire now began to invade her loins 
and she could feel the distinct moisture of lust seeping down between the 
creamy flesh of her thighs as her hands rummaged through the curly forest of 
hair on his chest then slowly ran down along his sides to the waistband of 
his pants, which she slid down over his narrow hips and down the 
muscle-hardened length of his powerful legs. 

Still on her knees, the young woman looked up now to see the younger man's 
penis slowly crawling to erectly hardened life just above her eyes. Its 
youthful, quivering energy pulsing through its network of pulsing veins sent 
a surge of unquenchable passion flowing through her own naked body, which 
she slowly raised, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses on his skin from his 
knees to his squarely powerful shoulders. As she moved, she watched with 
growing delight the increasing hardness and length of his vigorous young 
male cock as it rose to full-blown life, rubbing first against her 
tremulous, ruby-crested breasts, then down the smooth skin of her flat 
stomach until it finally rested close to the softly curling strands of her 
pubic triangle like a squirming snake filled with fire. 

"Are you still worried?" the young man asked, smiling with distinct lechery. 

"Not at all," she whispered, sending hot breath into his ear and feeling the 
surging spring of his cock in response. Then she pressed her anxious lips 
against his moistly parted ones, opening her mouth wide to receive the young 
hotness of his tongue. It came into her mouth like a hot firebrand, flicking 
restlessly around her own probing tongue, passionately caressing its way 
into the warmly moist depths of her mouth. His long arms engulfed her 
slender waist as she locked her own around his stocky neck and pressed her 
lips harder against his while their loins wrestled against one another, 
grinding with a vibrant sensuality. 

God, he was like an untamed beast! And he was raising in her all the 
animalistic instincts of a hungry tigress. The full length of his 
desire-filled young cock was now locked in between their bodies, trapped 
like a roaring animal just next to her hotly quivering vaginal mound. Now 
her hands reached down to grasp it fully bloated hotness, her slender 
fingers wrapping around its lust-throbbing length, slowly stroking back and 
forth, pulling back the foreskin over the bulbous, pulsing head that 
throbbed madly at her tender touch. 

The young man grunted lustfully at the first touch of her knowledgeable 
hands, reflexively pushing his hips forward so that his thick white foreskin 
slid back completely to expose the bright crimson, lust-swollen head with 
its tiny liquid pearl at the tip. Her mouth watered now, hungry for the 
taste of this pulsing shaft of flesh, his strong masculine scent invading 
her nostrils while his spearing tongue continued to invade the soft warm 
confines of her greedily responding mouth. 

A low, beseeching moan escaped from Donna's lips as she unlocked her hungry 
mouth from his and slid her wetly parted lips down his thick young throat 
and down the length of his hairy, muscled chest, stopping to flick for a 
moment with her ravenous tongue at his nearly hidden navel. The trail of 
wetly streaked kisses that she left raised the young man to a new height of 
carnal hunger and his hips flexed yet again in anticipation of the pleasure 
that was yet to come. Her wetly glistening lips now moved still lower, 
provocatively teasing his rough masculine flesh until they reached the 
densely curled mass of his pubic hair where they seemed almost to become 
lost. 

Finally her sensuously hungering mouth reached the protruding rod of 
throbbing flesh and with a guttural moan reaching up from the depths of her 
throat, she slipped her lust-moistened lips up over its balloon-like head, 
flicking her hotly spearing tongue out to lick away the minute bubble of 
heated seminal fluid that seeped out provocatively atop the blood-filled 
head. The sweetly pungent taste of his young male cum floating over her 
tongue was even more stimulating than she had imagined it would be, sending 
flames of rampant desire crashing through her loins. She kissed and licked 
while she held its long, thickly swollen length in her firmly grasping 
fingers, her nostrils filled with the pungent male aroma of his excited 
genitals until she thought her head would burst. She felt the waves of 
sexual abandon and delight shivering along the fully erect length of his 
virile young cock as she teased it without mercy, sending her wet tongue 
swirling around it, tantalizingly licking and sucking at it blindly and 
mindlessly. She could hear his clogged groans of delight and she could also 
feel weird sensations of new and unexplored lust churning rapaciously 
through her own hungrily yearning cunt, down the full length of her 
silken-skinned thighs to the very tips of her trembling toes. Her own 
lust-aroused vaginal juices seemed to be streaming madly out of her now 
hotly seething cunt as she worked her mouth hungrily around the fully erect 
length of his pulsing young cock while his hips fucked inward towards her 
passion-flushed face and the lipstick softness of her widely ovaled lips. 

She squirmed on her knees before him as she now tongued hotly along the 
underside of his hot male hardness, sensing and feeling the heated moisture 
that was trickling madly down between her liquidly-seeping pussy lips and 
along the insides of her creamy white thighs. Visions of the lust-crazed 
pleasure in the many hours to come spilled through her mind as if a bottle 
of boiling desire had overturned there and her hungry mouth now opened wide, 
wide, wider still, her lewdly ovaled lips gleaming with moisture, preparing 
to suck in his long hardened cock-head back down to the base of her throat. 

Her building desire surging through her veins, the lovely young woman bobbed 
her head forward to let his desire-driven length to slither further up into 
her waiting and willing mouth, her hot breath surrounding it as it pushed 
ever deeper into the warm, moistly clasping cavity, its smooth, rubbery head 
leading the way followed by the massive, heavily throbbing pole of flesh 
behind. Her eager lips teased it maddeningly while her glistening tongue 
swirled lasciviously around it. Her cheeks drew greedily inward while one of 
her soft hands moved down to cup the heavily bloated fullness of the 
cum-filled balls swinging sensuously down between his legs. 

"Jesus, what a blow job! Your mouth's like a hairless little kid-pussy," the 
young man groaned, clutching at her head with both his hands and running his 
strong fingers through the mass of ebony hair that cascaded erotically down 
across her nakedly curved back. "God, you sure know how... to really... suck 
a cock... don't you, lady?" he stammered, the burning desire now racing like 
lightning through his grinding, pumping loins while his hands grasped more 
firmly around her slowly bobbing head. 

Yes, her experience had taught her well. Nothing but crude and exciting 
experience had taught Donna Morton at a very young age how to draw the warm 
male sperm out of the tip of any man's desire-hardened cock with sucking, 
greedy lips and a maddeningly teasing tongue. She had learned her lesson so 
well because she enjoyed it, too, almost as much as she enjoyed a good, 
hard, hilt-ramming fuck into the seething depths of her desire-crazed cunt. 
Now she sucked with all her might as he stood there before her, his huge, 
stiffened rod of pulsing young cock flesh worming deeper and deeper towards 
the back of her anxiously waiting throat! 

She struggled to take its full thickness and massive length into her warmly 
sucking mouth, not knowing for sure whether it would fit, thinking that it 
might in fact slide half way down to her stomach the way it was going now! 
But she wanted it, wanted to taste the white, bittersweet fluid that would 
come gushing out of it like an erupting geyser... yes, she wanted it more 
than anything else in the world right now! Wanted it, needed it, had to have 
it there between her greedily ovaled lips, sunk back to its full lengthy 
hilt into the heat of her throat, its massive thickness filling her gullet 
almost to the breaking point! 

And then! Then the young stranger would lick her hot insatiable cunt... lick 
and suck at her ravenously eager cunt until the heated juices of her passion 
flowed like molten gold all inside it. And after that he would fuck his 
raging young cockflesh into her still desire-crazed cunt, plunging it like a 
well-lubricated piston between her hair-fringed vaginal lips and into the 
heatedly waiting depths of her voraciously hungry pussy... and then? Perhaps 
a finger in her rectum... whatever! Who cares! He was quite a lover, more 
inspiring and invigorating than any she had had in a long time with his 
carefree, youthful abandon and his steadily seething passions! Yes, quite a 
lover, she thought, as she gently caressed his sperm-laden balls and sucked 
gluttonously at his mouth-stuffing cock with gasping, rasping breaths! Her 
mouth now stretched wide to accommodate its youthful bloated girth as it 
slipped easily down into the saliva moistened channel of her mouth, its 
long, thick pulsing hardness raging and throbbing in sublime ecstasy with 
every powerful thrust. 

She knew he couldn't go on much longer like this... soon it would happen... 
any minute now... 

Donna Morton had an unmistakable instinct for those things, born of many 
years of experience and many types of lovers. She wasn't wrong this time, 
either, for in the next split-second he clasped her head with his strong 
young fists and rammed that delectably massive cock down her eagerly willing 
throat, her mouth stretched grotesquely wide, her lipstick -rimmed lips 
gleaming with moisture, her maddening desire for his stinging-sweet cum 
screaming through every fiber of her being with an insane intensity. 

Then, it happened! 

His burning cum ripped out of his hairy-hanging balls and raced through his 
crazily jerking cock like a dam released, flooding the depths of her 
voraciously sucking mouth with his scalding, thick white liquid which, try 
as she might, she could not swallow rapidly enough so that thin, clear 
trickles of it spilled out of the corners of her moisture-glistening lips 
and dribbled down her chin. For a moment the intensity of his climax brought 
her to the brink of an overwhelming explosion as well and she rubbed her 
expectantly quivering thighs together with an abandoned lust to catch the 
erectly quivering clitoris between her excitedly flushed pink pussy lips... 
but it was not quite time yet... she was not quite there just yet... soon, 
though... it wouldn't take much more. Instead, she sucked and licked and 
milked every last ounce of the preciously flowing liquid from the young 
penis grasped firmly between her tightly ovaled lips, swallowing the pungent 
nectar of his virile maleness as fast as she could while her own rampant 
desire threatened still to explode like an atom bomb inside her hotly 
undulating loins. 

Afterwards, they had gone into her bedroom and romped like two silly school 
children on her waterbed, rolling over it as the waves of water undulated 
sensuously beneath their nakedly displayed bodies. Soon he had buried his 
long-haired head between her invitingly spread legs, his tongue flicking out 
like a tiny hot spear in between her hair-fringed pussy lips and into the 
hotly seething depths of her hungrily engulfing cunt flesh. How many times 
had she cum that afternoon before he had even gotten around to plunging his 
rock-hard young cock into the very depths of her lust-craving belly? She 
didn't remember... nor did she recall with any clarity the five days 
afterwards which they spent mostly on the waterbed, with occasional forays 
into the shower or outside to the pool. It had been like an ancient orgy... 
loving, eating, loving, bathing, loving, sleeping (had they slept at all in 
five days?), loving, eating, loving... nothing else had mattered for those 
long days and nights except the sublime and erotic pleasure they could give 
one another, not even her crowded appointments calendar, not even his 
precious band... nothing except the viscously pleasurable things they could 
do to one another there on that deliciously undulating waterbed. 

And now... now he had simply stalked 'out of her life as abruptly as he had 
entered it. He was gone... gone... probably never to return... 

But I'm not finished with him yet! I haven't yet had my fill of his gorgeous 
young cock inside my screaming cunt, damn him! I want more, more, more of 
him and now he's gone! Left me as casually as he would leave the goddamned 
laundromat, the bastard! 

The young woman, frustrated and angry, now turned from her sundeck and 
walked into the bedroom, grabbing a small towel which she wrapped around her 
nakedly tanned skin. Then, with purposeful vindictiveness, she threw off the 
towel and sauntered casually through the house and out towards the swimming 
pool, hoping her butler Roger would see her. But, he must have been in the 
kitchen because he didn't appear. But Donna knew she could fix that... 

Sitting provocatively by the edge of the pool, her long, tapering legs 
dangling into the cool blue water, she rang the little bell which would 
summon Roger. He appeared instantly, seemingly unflustered by the sight of 
his naked employer who was leaning back on her hands so that her fully 
rounded breasts pointed proudly towards the sky while one leg dangled in the 
water and the other was perched provocatively, bent at the knee, on the 
poolside deck. The sight of her salaciously displayed like that was enough 
to make any man's cock jump right out of his pants, but Roger seemed 
thoroughly unperturbed, as if this were a common occurrence. And, indeed, it 
was, because Donna characteristically felt bitter and revenge-driven after 
she had parted from her various lovers. 

"Roger, get me a Scotch, will you?" she hummed lewdly at her proper English 
butler. 

"Certainly, madam," he answered, the color flushing through his cheeks in 
spite of his struggle to maintain a cool and indifferent appearance. 

She recalled with salacious pleasure the first time Roger had seen her 
nakedly displayed like this by the swimming pool. His eyes had nearly burst 
out of their sockets and despite his usually calm exterior, he had stammered 
and blushed shamefully. She imagined with great pleasure the lustful 
thoughts that must have been tearing through his brain at that moment, even 
though he was old enough to be her father. It was cruel and she knew it 
every time, but still she enjoyed the way she could make her full, tanned 
breasts quiver and sway, her pinkly throbbing nipples would rise and harden 
in the cool summer air, tantalizing the poor man until he nearly had to 
stagger away. He had grown used to this forbidden stimulation by now, at 
least on the surface. He could now command his composure at least long 
enough to serve her a drink or her lunch. 

When he returned, the voluptuously displayed young woman asked him who had 
called during the past several days. The first several names he mentioned 
she dismissed with a casual wave of her hand, as if those people were too 
petty for her to be concerned about. But when he reached her brother-in-law, 
Harry Simon, she asked specifically what he had said. 

"He seemed very anxious to speak with you, Madam," Roger answered with his 
crisp English accent. Roger had been with Donna for five years and had grown 
accustomed in that time to handling her often irate, angry clients while she 
was involved for days at a time with some strange new lover. 

"And what did you tell him, Roger?" 

"That you were ill and could not come to the phone," he replied dryly. 

"Oh? And did he believe you?" 

"He had no choice, Madam." 

"No, I don't suppose he did. Well, when he calls back, I'll speak to him. 
But I'm not at home to anyone else, Roger. Not to anyone at all, do you 
understand?" 

"Quite, Madam. And will that be all?" he asked, his face by now beginning to 
flush with obvious desire as his eyes carefully studied the darkly curling 
forest of her sparsely-haired pubic mound and the soft, pink little slit 
visible through the thin curls. 

"Yes, Roger, that will be all for now, thank you," she replied, smiling 
inwardly as he walked briskly back into the house. 

Donna's thoughts now darted to the handsome young man who had married her 
younger sister just over six months before. A struggling young writer, he 
had come to her with a novel he had written and she had arranged to have it 
published by a very prestigious firm in New York whose president had once 
been her bed partner. The book was already enjoying an unexpected popularity 
and within six months would probably reach near the top of the best-seller 
list. And so Donna was now busy trying to put together a package deal for 
the film version of the story, with one of her director clients, several of 
her actors and actresses, and, hopefully, young Harry as the screenwriter. 
That was one of the reasons she had organized the press party last week, to 
get all of those people together in one place and to expose them to several 
important producers. 

Harry, understandably, was anxious about the progress of Donna's expert 
efforts. Harry... such a devilishly handsome young man! She wasn't surprised 
that her innocent young sister should have fallen head-over-heels in love 
with him! He was tall, thin, with an angular grace and classically defined 
features. He had a way of walking that simply drove his sister-in-law wild 
with desire, a slow, loping movement that had a certain sexuality all its 
own. And his hands... long, sensitive fingers... lean, strong hands which 
Donna imagined gently exploring, loving, caressing her nakedly tanned 
flesh... yes, it would be quite a nice conclusion to this ludicrous 
adventure of the hairy musician to have Harry come over... tonight... 
without her sister Joan... 

Joan was a strange young girl, Donna thought. It surprises me that two 
sisters like us can be so unalike! A disturbing young girl, too, with 
intensive, brooding eyes that seemed to penetrate to the very depths of your 
secret soul! And yet, under the right circumstances, when she was among 
people whom she knew well and was comfortable with, she could display a 
sparkling vivaciousness and it was in moments like those that Donna could 
see why Harry seemed to love her so. Still, in an admittedly perverted-sort 
of way, it would be amusing to steal Harry away from her! Well, maybe not 
steal... just borrow for a night or two now and again... borrow his 
handsomely fleshy young cock... 

Yes, she would call Harry back within a couple of hours if he hadn't called 
by then... and maybe tonight... Absently, the young woman wondered if her 
sister had any inclination, any suspicions about her older sister's 
perverted desires and designs towards Harry Simon. But her pondering ceased 
at that moment when her eyes came to rest on the hairy creature eyeing her 
from across the yard. 

It stood there, its long jaws hanging open, its pinkly glistening tongue 
hanging out one side over enormous white teeth, the ears on his great head 
standing erect. He paused for a moment near the thick grove of trees from 
which he had just emerged, tentatively studying the strange terrain and the 
lovely raven-haired creature who sat some distance away. His animal eyes 
gleamed in the morning light as they darted quickly from side to side, as if 
anxious to include every square inch in his thoughtful gaze. 

My god! At first the young woman had frozen, petrified, thinking that the 
enormous beast who had suddenly appeared was a ravenously hungry wolf who 
would attack her at any moment. But then, she realized that that would be 
impossible. No wolves were around here... unless it had strayed up into the 
mountains from the plains of Carson City below. 

Of course! He was a dog! A German shepherd, there were lots of them in 
Beverly Hills. She knew several actors who kept them more as watch dogs than 
as pets. Still, she realized, a German shepherd trained to kill could be a 
very dangerous animal and so she kept as still as she could although her 
entire naked body trembled with fear. 

Then, she heard him whimper, plaintively, as if begging her to let him 
approach, as if showing her that he was not in the least dangerous. With 
hesitant, tentative steps he approached the naked young woman by the 
swimming pool, whimpering constantly, his tongue still dangling out from the 
side of his mouth. He was less than a yard away from her when he finally 
stopped, sat down and raised one hairy enormous paw pleadingly in the air, 
as if asking her to shake hands. 

Those eyes! So wise, so sympathetic, so warm and without malice! And that 
pathetic whimpering! 

Reaching out to stroke his head, the young woman crooned in a soft, loving 
voice, "Well, hi there, big boy. Did you come to go for a swim?" As the 
young woman lowered her lovely face towards her new-found friend, he sent 
his tongue forward to slurp happily at her cheeks. She laughed with an 
abandoned delight she hadn't known for a long time. 

It was just then that Roger appeared beside her. 

"Madam, Mr. Simon is on the phone. Will you take the call out here?" 

"Yes, thanks, Roger. Bring the phone out here," she said, still smiling from 
the unsolicited affection she had just received from the strange, enormous 
beast, who had just wandered into her life. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Joan Simon sat on the balcony of their small summer cottage and studied the 
handsome features of her twenty-six year old husband. His dark eyes, coffee 
brown, gleamed in the mid-day sun as his long, lean fingers busily pecked 
away at the small portable typewriter he had brought with them to Lake 
Tahoe. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on some unknown problem 
while a half-smoked cigarette dangled from his full-lipped young mouth. His 
cotton shirt was unbuttoned half way down to reveal the masculine blond 
hairs curling provocatively on his chest and his long, slender legs were 
encased in a pair of tattered blue jeans, his muscular thighs seeming to 
bulge right through the well-worn seams. He had been commissioned by a 
national magazine to write an article on a famous Hollywood film star, a 
client of Donna's as circumstances would have it, and the notes from his 
interview were scattered all over the table next to his typewriter. 
Occasionally he would flutter the pages, tossing one away and scrambling in 
the messy pile for another. Harry was a good writer and he knew it. It had 
taken a while to gain recognition but he was well on his way. 

Suddenly he had gotten up from his chair, stretched his weary arms, and 
walked into the house. When he emerged, a smile lit his face. 

"I just talked to your sister," he proclaimed. 

"Indeed? She's... feeling better?" his young wife asked with just a tinge of 
bitterness creeping into her words. 

"Apparently so," he responded, confused by his wife's strange tone. 

"Who was it this time, did she say?" 

"Say, listen, why are you so hard on her all the time?" her husband 
questioned. "I mean, after all, she's done a lot for me, you know." 

"Yes, I know," his wife replied apologetically. "Well, what did she have to 
say?" 

"That she was sorry she couldn't see me before. And that I can come over 
tonight or tomorrow afternoon to talk to her about the picture deal she's 
trying to put together for my book." 

"That you could come over... or that we could come over?" Joan asked 
cynically. 

"Hey, what's the matter with you? She's your sister, after all!" Harry 
proclaimed, surprised at his beautiful young wife's nearly violent reaction. 

"Yes, and it's just because she's my sister that I know what a 
bitch-on-wheels she can be. 

And I don't want her messing around with you or messing up your career, 
darling," the fully blossomed young woman responded. Her hands clenched 
tightly around the drawing pens she held and her lips trembled as she spoke. 

"Hey! What the hell... ? How can you ever think she'd make a pass at me, for 
God's sake!" her astounded, virile young husband asked. 

"I know her well, darling," the voluptuously curved young woman answered, 
her eyes glaring with jealous anger. "And I've seen her in action a couple 
of times since we've been here. At Greg Maters' party, for example." 

"Hey, listen, you don't know what happened that night! Maybe she just passed 
out in the bedroom... maybe she got sick... " Harry explained, gaping in 
helpless confusion at his curvaceous young wife whose fully formed breasts 
and silken-skinned thighs never failed to excite him whether they were 
nakedly exposed to his lascivious gaze or clothed behind a clinging shirt 
and tight-fitting pants as they were now. She sat perched provocatively on a 
stool, behind her drawing board, where she was working on some sketches for 
some new clothes she was designing for a boutique in Beverly Hills. God, he 
loved this woman! With a reckless and abandoned passion! If only... yes, if 
only... 

"Look, I know she's my sister. But she's... well... rather promiscuous, to 
say the least. I'd always heard that about her when I was growing up back in 
Pennsylvania," the young woman said, her eyes now focused on some vague 
point in mid-air and her voice growing softer as her childhood memories 
flooded through her brain. "But, you know, I never believed it. Not then. I 
do now, of course. You can't deny what your eyes can see. But back then, I 
always thought... well... that she was somebody very special, you know? I 
mean, she was working in Hollywood with all those glamorous movie stars... 
it was almost as though she was a movie star herself!" 

Harry moved to his wife with slow, deliberate steps and wrapped his long, 
almost bony arms around her shoulders tenderly. Gently he pulled her close 
to him as she continued to ramble among her memories, kissing the top of her 
head gently. 

"That's why I wanted to come out here in the first place when we got 
married. I wanted to see for myself." Now a new harsh tone of bitterness 
crept into her voice. "And I've seen. Yes, indeed, I have seen for myself 
what a whore she can be!" 

Harry suspected that she might be right, recalling their conversation just a 
few minutes before. Had she been deliberately propositioning him as she 
whispered huskily into the phone, "Well, Harry, you know you can come over 
any time... maybe tonight... alone. My sister and I haven't been getting 
along too well lately, so maybe you could just slip out and... " 

Of course, Harry became flustered instantly, not knowing whether to take his 
enticing young sister-in-law seriously. "Well... I don't know... " 

"Well, then, come by tomorrow. I... usually sunbathe in the nude... so you 
might knock before you come out by the pool. But then again, you might not!" 
Donna Morton had suggested provocatively. 

"Sure, sure, I'll come by tomorrow," he stammered, his young cock jerking 
against his tight blue jeans as he slammed down the phone, perplexed and 
confused, wondering whether his luscious sister-in-law really meant to be 
that openly inviting to him. 

If only Joan... no, it wasn't fair to compare the two sisters. They were two 
entirely separate people... and yet... they were so extraordinarily 
different. The older sister was obviously very experienced in the art and 
techniques of making mad and passionate love-and obviously enjoyed it, too. 
But Joanie, Joanie was a different story, that was for sure! Maybe if he 
began now, early in the day... maybe if he worked gradually and patiently he 
could sweep past those damned barriers before she knew what had happened... 
once she really learned to relax and enjoy it... she could be as hot and 
stimulating as her older sister, the young husband was sure of that. 

Yes, he had to keep trying. She was his wife, after all. And, dammit, he 
loved her! He had never been so turned-on, so helplessly aroused by any 
other woman in his whole life! Every time he looked at her, every time he 
saw those ripely rounded ass-cheeks jiggle when she walked... every time he 
saw the nakedly smooth flesh of her cherry-topped breasts... every single 
time he ran his fingers through the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair... 

God, he loved her so much! Just the thought of her nakedly fucking back 
young body sent shivers of excitement pulsing through his prick even now 
beneath his pants! Yes, he loved her and he knew she loved him with an equal 
fervor. And yet, invariably, she would never relax enough to really enjoy 
their sexual experiences together. Making love to her at first had been like 
making love to an iceberg! Gradually, over the past six months of their 
marriage, she had loosened up a little. In the past couple of nights, in 
fact, he had felt a distinct melting of her sexual reluctance. Her naked 
loins had trembled beneath his as the first thrills of real sexual 
excitement had rippled through her whole body, causing her breasts to quiver 
with lustful anticipation and her ruby-red nipples to grow firm and erect 
beneath her teasing fingers. Yes, there had been that revealing moisture 
seeping down between her smoothly slender thighs, too... 

Harry knew that he had to be patient, very patient. But he didn't know how 
much longer he could safely confine his own steaming passions before they 
would erupt like a long-extinct volcano. He had suggested once that she seek 
professional help, but she had refused absolutely, saying with sincere 
honesty that she would try harder to relax and that if he would just be 
gentle and have patience... 

But at this particular moment on this particular day, Harry Simon didn't 
much feel like a patient man. Quite the contrary, he felt like a brute 
animal who wanted to satisfy his own lustful cravings no matter what, who 
wanted to shoot out his hot scalding cum into the tender vagina of his 
sensuously-curved young wife and who wanted her to respond with equal 
fervor. But he tried to hold his rampaging passions in check as he gently 
rubbed his fingers in her long, curly blonde hair and said, "Hey, babe, how 
about a little wine?" 

Joan swallowed hard, knowing what his tone suggested. But she forced a smile 
onto her face as she tenderly replied, "Sure, honey, why don't you go get 
some and we'll drink it out here in the sunlight?" 

Harry grinned, a flush of promising arousal surging through his eager young 
loins. "Right. I'll go do that. Red or white?" he asked, skipping jauntily 
across the deck. 

"Whatever. I don't care," Joan replied, trying to give her voice a relaxed, 
light tone. 

The lovely young wife watched her handsome, lean young husband and her 
overpowering love for him seemed to melt into the pit of her stomach. She 
had determined several weeks before to try harder in bed... and she had 
succeeded to some degree. He was her whole life now and she wanted more than 
anything in the world to please him, to be the partner he both loved and 
desired. And she knew how important sex was to him, and how much their 
marriage depended on her being able to satisfy his needs in that respect. 

And yet... that curious reluctance still clung to the back of her mind and 
impeded her own sexual performance noticeably. She was normal in every other 
respect, she thought to herself. She was certainly attractive and 
intelligent and perhaps even somewhat sexy as well, but all through her life 
she had carefully avoided sexual confrontations. She remembered a boy in 
high school... what was his name?... who had, one night at a neighbor-hood 
party, tried to sneak his hands up beneath her skirt, but she had instantly 
swept his hand away and run out of the room. The thought of losing her 
precious virginity to some panting high school senior in the back seat of 
his car was enough to keep every male she had ever known from getting to 
first base with her. 

And then, when she first went away to college, she had been confronted with 
many girls-even her own roommate-who blatantly and happily slept with any 
boy they were even remotely attracted to. It was then she had begun to 
wonder about herself, about how and why she clung to this stubborn 
reluctance to have anything to do with sex. But it wasn't until after she 
had met Harry in her senior year of college that the truth of the matter had 
finally been exposed. 

They had gone into the country for a hayride with several other couples. 
Harry had made the usual stabs at getting inside her panties too, but he had 
been different from the beginning. She was madly in love with him by the 
second date and when on their third or fourth date she had felt his anxious 
hand creeping up her smooth white thighs, she hadn't the heart to refuse 
him... but, at the same time, she hadn't the heart to succumb to his 
desires, either. She had simply broken down and cried. But that night of the 
hayride... she had consumed a lot of wine... probably too much... they were 
lying together among the trees, her head resting on his strong young 
chest... and then she felt his eager hands caressing the full-rounded slopes 
of her breasts over her sheer, thin blouse. Again, she had broken down in 
tears, torn between her growing desire and her uncontrollable fear of sex. 
It was then, as he tenderly kissed her tear-flooded cheeks, as he held her 
close to his warm young body, that she blurted out the whole story of her 
life to him. She told him then about the parents she had loved so dearly who 
had died and about the older sister who abandoned her to the care of her 
wretched old grandmother. It was her grandmother, she realized at that 
moment, who had constantly bombarded her with propaganda about the evilness 
and ugliness of sex, about how heartless men would try to get her pregnant 
and then abandon her to her fate. It was her grandmother who instilled in 
her an unconscious fear of the male in general, an unconscious and pervading 
mistrust of anybody in pants. 

Harry had tried to console her that night, telling her that he could 
certainly wait until they were married. And that, in fact, he loved her all 
the more because of it! He tried to comfort her by saying that once they 
were married, he would tenderly and gently introduce her to the rapturous 
joys of sex, that she had nothing to be afraid of, that her fear or 
reluctance or whatever you wanted to call it would melt away beneath his 
gentle ministrations. And she had believed him, heart and soul, with a 
complete and unrestrained faith in his words and in him. 

But they had been married for six months now... six long months and only now 
were the barriers beginning to break down. She had determined to do her 
wifely duty towards her handsome young husband... but it was extraordinarily 
difficult, especially at first. When she first saw the fully erect length of 
his heavily pulsing penis, she nearly fainted. She couldn't believe that he 
wanted to put that whole thing up inside her virginal womb! And there had 
been no pleasure at all the first time he had rammed that massive bulk of 
flesh between her helplessly spread legs and into her tightly clenching 
virginal vagina. Quite the contrary, all she had felt then was a searing 
pain ripping her vulnerable young body in two. Even now she cringed at the 
memory of her tight, unexplored vaginal tunnel being mercilessly stretched 
to accommodate his thickly throbbing girth and the unbelievably excruciating 
pain that followed. 

She had actually hated him at that moment, his nakedly sweating body poised 
above hers, his strong young hips lurching forward while his warm kisses and 
tender caresses tried to console her for the pain he knew he was about to 
inflict on her helplessly naked, voluptuous young body. No, she would never 
forget the painful feeling of that enormous rubbery cock-head bursting into 
the tiny, defenseless mouth of her hitherto unviolated vagina. 

"Owwwww! Oh, Harry, stop! God, please stop! You're killing me, Harry," she 
had pleaded, squirming and cringing and crying-and shocked when he refused 
to pull his plunging cock out of her tightly resisting vaginal cavern! 

"Hey... relax... just relax, don't try to fight me, baby... ease up... relax 
and it won't hurt so much," he groaned, his hot, wet mouth dropping down 
onto her tremulously quivering breasts as he flicked his hips forward, the 
pulsing rod of hardened flesh working its way up farther and farther into 
her, splitting her vaginal walls with an excruciating wrench of agonized 
hurt that, seconds later when her breath returned to her throat, resulted in 
a howling cry of unmitigated pain. 

"Owwwwww! God, Harry! Oh, please, please! I can't stand it, Harry. For god's 
sake... " 

But he hadn't heard her, his lips passionately working at the reluctantly 
erect nipples atop her trembling breasts, the desire-swollen tip of his 
heavily thrusting penis throbbing inside the painfully stretched mouth of 
her soft young pussy flesh until another maddening wail screamed out from 
the back of her throat. 

"Hey... baby... it's okay, everything's gonna be fine... just relax... 
believe me relax," her young husband had gasped. "Hey, babe, you know I love 
you... don't want to hurt you... just take it easy, okay?" 

But she couldn't take it easy, not with that horridly pulsing shaft of flesh 
buried deep inside her pain-wracked vagina. Inch by inch she could feel the 
lust-driven piston ramming deeper and deeper until its heated thickness was 
pounding heavily around in her belly, and then when it flexed without mercy 
in there a new wave of scorching pain swept through her already ravaged body 
like an electric current. And then the incessant plunging and fucking had 
begun, in and out, in and out of her now lubricated vaginal tunnel, while 
Joan flailed her head from side to side and begged soundlessly for relief 
from this unbearable pain and misery. 

"Spread your legs, baby! Spread them wider," he had cried, abruptly dropping 
his lean, naked young body on top of hers and fucking in and out of her 
cringing vagina like a madman, pushing aside the smooth, moistened walls of 
her vagina with cunt-splitting abandon. It seemed like hours later but it 
was probably only a matter of seconds when his hips thrust forward with all 
the strength of his young body, fucking his mercilessly spearing cock all 
the way up inside to meet her cervix... and then she could feel his thick, 
scalding cum gushing like a river in flood into her now slackly unresisting 
vagina. 

It was only in that instant, as his hot liquid semen spilled into her warmly 
waiting womb that the young wife began to feel the very first glimmerings of 
sexual desire. The pain was still there but greatly diminished... somehow it 
had melted unobserved into some totally different sensation... some strange 
sensation that she had never known before now invaded her seeping vagina and 
she ground her hips around in uncontrollable little sexual undulations... 

That first traumatic encounter had retarded her ability to enjoy her sexual 
adventures with her handsome young husband for several months. It was, in 
fact, only in the past couple of weeks that that same strangely intoxicating 
sensation had once again surged through her unsuspecting loins, infusing her 
entire body with a new-found fire of thrilling pleasure. And then, last 
night... 

Last night she had almost made it. Last night she had become violently 
aroused, poised on the brink of a fabulous, incredible sexual explosion. Her 
breasts nakedly tingled with sensational arousal, her tiny nipples stood 
proudly erect and throbbing, her cuntal walls grasped tightly around Harry's 
massively fucking cock, and her legs flew out to wrap themselves high up 
around his back of their own accord. Fiery chills raced through her entire 
tremulous body as she writhed and undulated and rocked beneath her naked 
young husband... the animal in her had begun at last to dominate her 
reluctant mind... heated desires that she had never even imagined before 
scorched her loins and nearly drove her wild... 

And then, Harry had cum. His hot viscous liquid had poured relentlessly into 
her nakedly aroused young cunt and then it was all over. Limp and deflated, 
he had slipped it out with a wet little sluicing noise while her own naked 
body continued to struggle desperately to break the barrier, to finally 
achieve the ultimate and sublime sexual cum that it had been building 
towards during all of their passionate encounter. 

But she was left unfulfilled, helplessly aroused and hopelessly excited. 
Harry had suggested licking her cunt with his tongue then to carry her over 
the brink and let her cum. too, but that was something new to the young 
bride and therefore something fearful. He had begged her, in fact, to let 
him send his tongue spearing in between her passion-drenched pussy lips, but 
she had refused. 

Afterwards, words of apology and regret flew out of his mouth faster than 
she could catch them. He had been so loving, so tender, so gently 
compassionate for the rest of the night, massaging her weary, ravaged body 
with uncommon tenderness until finally she had relaxed enough to go to 
sleep. 

And now... now... this afternoon, he clearly wanted to try again. Yes, if he 
were gentle enough... tender enough... if he could only have the stamina and 
patience to hold off on his own orgasm until she could achieve her own... 
yes, if only... 

* * * 

Donna Morton carefully put down her glass of scotch and murmured to her 
new-found canine friend, "Come on, fellow, don't be afraid. Come on, 
nobody's going to hurt you, big boy!" 

When Roger had brought the phone out to her, the dog had backed away, leery, 
she supposed, of strangers and especially of tall, unemotional men like 
Roger. After hanging up with Harry, it had taken her nearly ten minutes to 
coax the brute back to her. Inch by tantalizing inch he had crept back, 
whimpering, his mouth still hanging open and that pinkly glistening tongue 
flapping as he panted and whimpered, he ears standing at attention as if to 
catch every nuance of the young woman's seductive voice. Finally he was once 
again sitting by her feet, his long nose sniffing at her heavily perfumed 
flesh and, no doubt, wondering what this enticing young animal could 
possibly be! 

"My, you are certainly a handsome fellow, aren't you?" she mused, wrapping 
her small, slender hands around his bulky head, caressing it and massaging 
the thickness of his neck, with gentle, tender strokes. Soon he fell down to 
a lying position and rolled over, inviting her with renewed whimperings to 
caress his barrel chest and comparatively hairless stomach. 

"Handsome, indeed. But who do you belong to? You have no collar, you know. I 
wonder... where could you have come from? Whoever you belong to ought to 
take better care of you, letting you roam off with no identification at 
all!" 

With that he nuzzled his nose against her feet, then sent his long tongue 
out to lick teasingly at the bottoms of her naked feet. Instantly the young 
woman began to laugh and pulled her feet away. "Hey, that tickles, you 
brute!" Jumping to her feet and wrapping her nakedly sweating body in the 
flimsy, see-through summer robe which Roger had brought out unsolicited when 
he had carried out the telephone, the strikingly beautiful young woman once 
again surveyed her handsome, new-found friend who had appeared almost 
miraculously out of nowhere with a mute, undeniable affection and 
companionship which, at that moment, she sorely needed. 

As she stepped back, he jumped playfully towards her, the full heavy weight 
of his massive body nearly knocking her over. "Hey, take it easy, Tarzan! 
You're stronger than you realize my handsome young friend!" she cried. 

"Yes, I think I'll call you Tarzan. And I also think you're going to stay 
right here with me, dammit! Why not? Whoever you belong to can't care very 
much about you if they haven't even gotten you a name tag, for Christ's 
sake!" the voluptuous, raven-haired beauty declared with deliberate 
determination. "Come on, I'll bet you're hungry, aren't you, big boy?" 

With undisguised delight in her opal-blue eyes, Donna Morton watched as the 
enormous, majestic animal loped along beside her, his warm brown eyes 
glowingly gazing up at her, his great jaws still hanging open to allow the 
full wet length of his tongue to waggle as he trotted beside her. Now and 
again he brushed his huge head against the soft skin of her fleshy thighs, 
his tongue licking tenderly at the sweat-drenched skin, as she reached down 
to pat his head. 

The bulky German shepherd followed obediently by the side of this 
strange-smelling young stranger. His first master and mistress had been kind 
and gentle with him... and although this strange creature bore a mild 
resemblance to that other woman, there was, at the same time, a distinct 
difference which he couldn't quite comprehend. But then, his second master 
had been a brutal and unforgiving soul who had wanted him simply as a watch 
dog and who had kept him chained to a tree in the front yard or caged inside 
a short dog run. No, he hadn't liked him at all and today, just this 
afternoon, he had managed to break the chain which held him to the tree when 
nobody was home. Without hesitation and without looking back, the husky 
beast had scampered off to enjoy his intoxicating new freedom. 

This strange, dark-haired young woman seemed to like him; yes, there was a 
certain pleasing, warm tone to her voice whenever she addressed him and he 
could feel a definite sense of affection whenever she touched him. And now, 
he didn't know where she was leading him, but he felt a distinct and 
instinctive trust for this sweetly fragrant young creature. 

And then he saw it! He hardly noticed the stiff, tall man who had earlier 
come out by the pool and from whom he had then instinctively withdrawn. No, 
what caught his eyes now was the bowl-full of rich, raw red meat, more than 
he had ever seen before in one place in his whole life! The ebony-haired 
young beauty was motioning to him, beckoning him to come and eat all that 
deliciously displayed meat! With a hungry, drooling mouth he attacked his 
first good meal in several days. 

"While he's eating, I think I'll go shower and change," Donna proclaimed to 
Roger. "Give him a bowl of water when he's finished, will you, Roger?" 

"Certainly, Madam," he replied coolly. 

A vivacious, smiling, gay Donna Morton reappeared in the kitchen doorway 
about fifteen minutes later. Tarzan sat contentedly licking his chops, 
glancing back and forth between his new mistress and the rigid, composed 
figure of Roger as if studying them intently. He wanted to please his lovely 
new friend and so he waited patiently for her next command. 

"He ate it all, I see," she said, obviously proud of his hearty appetite. 

"Indeed, Madam. And he drank all of the water I gave him as well," Roger 
replied. 

"Good. Well, from now on be sure to keep plenty of meat in the house for 
him. Now, Tarzan and I are going for a little walk, so we can get better 
acquainted," she declared happily. 

"You are going to keep him, Madam?" the butler asked incredulously. 

"Indeed I am, Roger. Now, if anyone calls, I'll be back in a couple of 
hours. Then I'll be home to anyone who wants me, client or friend. Got that, 
Roger?" 

"Yes, Madam. I understand perfectly." 

"Good," the young woman exclaimed. Then, clapping her hands together, she 
called, "Come on, Tarzan. Let's get out of here!" Donna Morton fairly 
skipped across her yard and into the densely forested grove of trees behind 
her large, palatial house. Pausing occasionally to gently fondle Tarzan's 
head, moved to deep affection by the warm glowing in his big brown eyes, she 
walked among the trees towards her favorite spot, the secluded mountainside 
pond where she often went to ponder especially important decisions, or where 
she rambled to in order to console herself for the man she had just lost or 
had just purposefully given up. Its peacefully, tranquil setting never 
failed to infuse her with new energy, with a new and invigorating spirit of 
the pleasure one can get out of this life if only one knows where to find it 
and how to enjoy it to its utmost. 

And now, now she was accompanied by a new and obedient friend, one who she 
knew would be loyal and trustworthy and completely obedient... 

CHAPTER THREE 

It was nearly half an hour later when the curvaceous dark-haired young woman 
reached her determined destination, a half-mile long small lake buried deep 
within the mountainside forest. The bright, cool water glimmering enticingly 
in the warm summer sun and the forest fragrances swam all around her as she 
stepped to the edge of the lake with her German shepherd. It was one of 
those crystal clear summer days when the comforting mountain breezes brushed 
against one's cheek while the sun burned it at the same time. Donna Morton 
felt an unfamiliar sense of peace and serenity, knowing that the warmly 
affectionate companion who had just entered her life would not soon leave 
her alone and neglected as so many men had done in her short, but 
pleasure-packed life. 

God, he's such a handsome animal! And the way he looks at me! I could just 
melt! God, I almost wish he could talk! What lovely, sweet things he would 
say to me! 

Delighted with both the clear, crisp day and the mute affection of Tarzan, 
Donna stood up and stretched her long slender arms out as wide as they would 
go, heaving her voluptuous chest forward with a great, contented sigh. Then 
she carefully removed her halter blouse, her short-shorts and her lacy 
bikini panties to greet the day as the nakedly-alive young woman that she 
was. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her arms around the German 
shepherd's neck and crooned softly into his erect ear. 

"Ah, Tarzan, isn't it a gorgeous day? Isn't it just splendid? And aren't I 
the luckiest girl in the world to have found a fellow as handsome and kind 
as you?" Then, she kissed him between those enormous black eyes, his cool, 
wet nose brushing against the deep crevice between her large, sensuously 
swaying breasts. Instinctively, the great dog sent his tongue out to lick at 
the firmly rounded flesh, warmly caressing her smooth skin, sending a shiver 
of chilling pleasure up her naked back. 

"Damn you," she cried, "and here I thought I could trust you!" Leaning back, 
holding the massive head between her small hands, the young woman let out a 
roaring, heartfelt laugh that rippled through her body like a tidal wave. 

The young dog had never known anything like this, never known the sweet 
taste of a naked human body before. Again the pungent aroma of her expensive 
perfume attacked his keen sense of smell and that, coupled with the heated 
presence of her naked body so close to him, sent strange and unfamiliar 
sensations through Tarzan's animal loins. He didn't quite know what to make 
of these foreign sensations, but he knew that he loved the sight, smell and 
taste of this creature's inviting nakedness. No, he had definitely never 
known anything like this before, even when his other mistress cuddled and 
caressed him. This raven-haired creature was pleasing to every one of his 
senses, to his sight and smell and taste and even to his touch. But what was 
causing those unusual sensations down there beneath his belly? Well, no 
matter this all-knowing, tender young creature would soon make them go away! 

Donna saw the question in his eyes, but was busy at that moment with new and 
deliciously wicked thoughts that were madly scrambled in her brain. He was 
only a dog, after all... but what a dog! Yes, he was now her affectionate 
and obedient companion... and... and... 

The beautifully curved young woman refused to acknowledge the sinful and 
depraved thoughts that had now clearly taken form in her brain. Stealing her 
mind against the lust-incited ideas that now invaded the serenity of her 
mind, she plunged into the cool lake water and splashed happily about, 
flailing her arms about as she romped nakedly in the refreshing mountainside 
lake. 

"Come on in, the water's fine," she called to Tarzan. "Come on! You're not 
afraid are you, big boy?" she called encouragingly to Tarzan. She laughed 
out loud as she watched him hesitantly inch closer and closer to the water's 
edge, bowing his massive head, his ears flat back against his bulky skull. 
Donna merely giggled at his trepidations and urged him forward until one 
tentative paw slipped into the clear blue water. She splashed over to the 
edge of the lake and grabbed onto that paw now, pulling him gradually into 
the water with her and playing with him there like a child with a new toy. 

After what seemed like a long time to the deliriously excited young woman, 
she and her trustworthy companion slipped out of the water into the crisp 
afternoon air. The warm summer sun seemed to melt into her nakedly exposed 
breasts as she lay on her back, arms spread wide, basking in the warmth of 
the day and the affection of Tarzan. 

Suddenly, she felt his tongue once again licking at her naked skin, this 
time over her taut, tanned belly just above her wetly glistening pubic 
mound. Reaching up to fend him off, she suddenly realized that he had moved 
his body around so that her hand grabbed unintentionally onto his pendulous 
animal balls! He whimpered and she looked up at him to see the tapered tip 
of his scarlet cock emerging slowly from its concealing sheath of skin and 
her breath caught in her throat as she watched its full length slip out 
while her hands seemed paralyzed, clasping onto his smooth animal scrotum. 

Suddenly, the huge beast whimpered and Donna realized that she had 
unwillingly teased him and goaded him into rampant arousal. And then, before 
she realized what she was doing, she found her hand gently stroking the 
slippery pink length of his hardening animal penis, so long and thick and 
inviting before her eyes... he was only an animal... and yet insane 
vibrations electrified her entire naked body... yes, he was only a dog... a 
huge, hairy dog... 

The aroused young woman struggled to overcome the rampaging sensations of 
lust that now threatened to overwhelm her better judgment. She kept 
repeating over and over again to herself that she had to calm down, that she 
had to control her own animalistic instincts, that she had to push the 
filthy, perverted thoughts of lust from her reeling mind! With a determined 
wrench, the young naked woman pulled her hand away and let out a great sigh 
of relief. 

"Whew!" she cried. "You really know how to turn a girl on, don't you, 
Tarzan?" She smiled sweetly up at his luminous black eyes as her smoothly 
gleaming breasts quivered on her heaving, panting chest. 

It was then that Tarzan kissed his new mistress. Suddenly, as she was 
staring into those great limpid eyes, his warm, moist tongue darted out of 
his mouth and brushed against her lust-flushed cheeks. Donna was startled, 
and the loving wet kiss of the German shepherd sent a new and vivid 
sensation fluttering all the way through her. She grasped his enormous head 
between her small hands, stared once more into those big black eyes, and 
studied the love-stricken gaze in them. Yes, he had kissed her, actually 
kissed her-that fervently affectionate look in his eyes told the whole 
story! 

Slowly, the voluptuous young girl leaned forward until her face was again 
only inches from the long nose and mouth of her new-found companion and 
then, still holding his face in her small hands, she parted her wetly 
glistening lips with her tiny pink tongue and let that tongue reach out for 
his. Immediately his longer one gently licked out and its rough surface 
scraped against the tip of her fiery, desire-smoldering tongue, sending 
spasms of incredible pleasure rippling through every fiber of her young 
being. 

Donna was dumbfounded. His kiss was, in a secret and forbidden way, more 
exciting, more intoxicating, more passionately arousing than any human kiss 
she had ever known in her elaborate love-making career. Again, he flicked 
his long wet tongue out to meet hers and before many more moments had passed 
she was exchanging feverish, tonguing caresses with the wolf-like German 
shepherd and she heard him whimpering, almost pleadingly, as his tongue 
continued its erotic work. She had never felt more wildly provocative 
sensations of desire than those now coursing up between her unconsciously 
parted legs and into the very deepest depths of her lustfully churning 
belly! 

The young woman's own breaths came in panting gasps now as she rolled over 
onto the soft, leaf-covered ground and rolled nakedly around over it. She 
lay still finally, on her back, her long shapely legs spread partially open, 
her fingertips racing upward over the taut white smoothness of her belly to 
the sensuously swollen mounds of her ripely mature breasts. They found the 
tiny pink buds of her marble-hardened nipples and fondled them with 
tenderness while her desire-crazed eyes studied the face and form of the 
massive animal moving closer and closer to her with its every halting step. 

Tarzan felt somewhat perplexed, not quite sure how to identify the strange 
and unusual new emotions stirring within his torrid groin, not quite sure 
how to react to the lust smoldering in his mistress' eyes. All he knew was 
that his heart was about to pound right out of his chest at the sight of the 
young woman's nakedly displayed body surrounded by soft green leaves as it 
lay stretched out on the ground before his hungry eyes! 

Donna lay there mesmerized by the greedy stare of her animal lover creeping 
up towards the smooth fleshy whiteness of her wantonly spread thighs. God, 
it's not too late! I can still stop him... stop myself! It doesn't have to 
happen to me... not like this... 

It was just as the young woman was trying to convince herself to give up 
this depraved conduct when the huge dog finally reached her trembling body 
and sent out his long pink tongue to lick roughly over the satin-smoothness 
of her trembling belly. Then, it was, indeed, too late. Again she felt the 
wicked spark of delight as his wetly curling length of tongue licked upward, 
higher and higher, slowly approaching the firmly rounded mounds of her 
rose-tipped breasts. Finally his tongue drew softly over the undersides of 
the voluptuous twin tits, its rough tip brushing against her 
passion-bursting nipples sending a fire of crazed erotic desire sweeping 
through her craving cunt. 

"You're not a dog-you're a beautiful, beautiful, tiger!" she groaned aloud 
as his eagerly working tongue caressed wetly at the pinkly throbbing tips of 
her nipples again and again, sending still more sparks of sublime arousal 
through her nakedly displayed body. 

Her mind now was nothing but a hazy muddle of lewdly rising passion and 
hotly flicking sensations as his tongue-tip scorched roughly against her 
tremoring breasts. Again she heard the great beast whimper pleadingly from 
the base of his throat and her eyes now fixed on that great spearing tongue 
busy at its erotic work around the erotically heaving mounds. At that moment 
he raised his eyes to meet hers, as if asking for approval, their candent 
glow burning with incredible depths of affection. She waited and watched, 
afraid to encourage him or herself, until his long pink tongue began to move 
upward again... upward... higher still until it licked her own wetly 
glistening lips. 

Boiling animal blood pounded mercilessly through Tarzan's massive bulk as 
once again he tasted the sweet aroma of female nakedness, her body heat 
seeming to scorch his anxious tongue with hotly pulsing desire. 
Instinctively, his own tongue stretched out to meet hers as it came darting 
out of her passion-parted lips, licking and tasting its human female 
sweetness while faint moaning sounds poured out around it. He saw that now 
her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath him, her body hotly quivering 
in response to his own tonguing caresses and the new sensations of arousal 
that swept through his body were like none he had ever experienced before. 
Now there was a throbbing burning sensation in his own cum-laden testicles 
and the pain nearly drove him wild... what could he do? How could he stop 
this aching burning in his balls? Slowly, almost reluctantly, he began to 
back away... 

When his tonguing kisses stopped abruptly, the young woman opened her eyes 
to see the massive animal moving cautiously away... no, he couldn't leave 
her! Not like this! But she need not have feared, for now she saw his bulky 
head moving down between her lusciously parted thighs! Her own breathing 
came now in panting spurts as she wantonly spread them further apart for him 
as if to greet him to that secret, enchanting place between her legs! The 
nakedly inflamed beauty watched as Tarzan poised his head above her 
passion-seeping cunt and wondered whether or not he would really... 
really... would he actually lick her... there? 

"Go on, Tarzan," she murmured. "That's a good boy... don't be afraid," she 
moaned, now succumbing completely and irrevocably to her own dazed, crazed, 
unquenchable desires. With almost torturing slowness the animal lowered his 
head until his cool wet nose brushed against the hotly quivering flesh of 
her inner thighs... higher then among the heated smooth skin... and finally, 
against the hair-fringed lips of her eagerly yearning pussy slit! She heard 
him whimper and then sniff at this strange-smelling, intoxicating new 
phenomena and she waited in tortured, silence. 

Finally, she could wait no longer. "It's okay, big boy. Don't be a-afraid, 
baby. M-Mamma wants you to lick her... there... oh, god, how she wants you 
to do that!" the young woman groaned pathetically. Then, a sudden gasp 
surged out of her throat when she felt the first contact of his moistly 
sniffing nose grazing wetly against the tiny pink tit of her clitoris. 

"Aaaauuugh! God, oh lover, oh my god!" she moaned the moment she felt his 
rough-skinned tongue snake up between her wide-spread thighs and lick up and 
down the smooth fleshed valley surrounding her cuntal crevice, the tips 
tentatively exploring every minute inch of the soft, furry canyon. 

Nothing mattered now to the dark-haired beauty except the luridly erotic 
sensations sweeping through her nakedly aroused young body. A delectable 
shiver rippled through her tremulous breasts and down to her hotly yearning 
cunt as the dog's tongue teased its way up from her tiny puckered anus back 
to the rose-hued pussy lips and over the erectly throbbing tip of her 
straining clitoris. Time and time again he slithered his erotically licking 
tongue up through the sensuously, undulating canyon. Donna, groaning 
ceaselessly now, spread her whitely trembling thighs still wider until 
finally the hotly flicking tongue flicked up in between her desire-moistened 
pussy lips and curled upward into the sizzling cunt-flesh, lunging in a 
wildly deep curl far up into the clutching heat of her hungrily craving 
cunt-walls. The young woman could do nothing but moan and groan and simper 
in the heretofore unknown ecstasy produced by his expert oral loving in her 
passion-drenched pussy depths. 

It seemed like it would never stop, those curly lashings of his hotly 
licking tongue in the pinkly seething flesh of her feverishly hungering 
cuntal passage. On and on and on it went until Donna Morton reached the 
first of many orgasms, exploding and swirling through her uncontrollably 
writhing body like a fierce tornado. It burst out in the innermost depths of 
her screaming loins and belly then travelled up through her licentiously 
shivering breasts until finally the violent storm had travelled the entire 
distance from her black-haired head to the very farthest tips of her fingers 
and toes. Afterwards, she lay panting and still for a brief moment. 

"Oh my god, lover! What a beautiful cunt-licker you are!" she cried as once 
again she felt the rough-skinned tongue of her animal lover like a burning 
firebrand up inside the feverishly clutching channel of her fire-filled 
vaginal passage. She watched with quivering thrills as the soft, sensuous 
curves of her nakedly displayed flesh rippled and squirmed beneath his 
incredible, expert cunt-licking and she suddenly wished she had a cock, an 
enormous, blood-bloated, hotly pulsing cock to stuff into her hungrily 
salivating mouth that she could suck and suck and suck until it spilled 
every ounce of scalding white cum that it could produce out into her eagerly 
milking mouth! 

"Damn you, lover... oh yes, lick it... lick it all up... oh what a delicious 
cunt-lover you are... yes, more... farther... deeper... oh my big brutal 
lover!" the young woman moaned, lifting her feverishly simmering loins and 
ass-cheeks higher and higher to take in all of the curly-hot length of the 
German shepherd's tongue in her lust-drenched cuntal walls. "Oh, yes... 
yes... god, yes! Oh, deeper... more... deeper... oh your mamma loves you, 
big boy... and you know how to love her!" 

With uncontrollable urgency, she reached down and once again grasped his 
enormous furry head to push his long nose even tighter against her hotly 
throbbing pussy flesh, wanting to take his fire-flicking tongue into the 
very depths of her warmly seeping hole until it could reach no further. They 
were whimpering in unison now, the hungrily licking animal lover and his 
tempestuously writhing human mistress. 

God, what I wouldn't do for a nakedly cumming cock fucking into my mouth! 

The German shepherd felt a heavy throbbing pounding with unfamiliar urgency 
through his loins as he licked the sweetly fragrant female juices from his 
mistress' hotly flowing vaginal hole. It was unlike any sensation he had 
ever felt before, even with a bitch of his own breed, and what's more, he 
had never known this intensity of affection for any other human master or 
mistress. The fierceness of his desire for her surprised him and left him 
somewhat confused as his wetly flicking tongue continued its erotically 
stimulating teasing of her heatedly seeping vaginal tunnel. 

Donna Morton was writhing in a fervent, intense ecstasy and was oblivious to 
everything in the world except the hotly curling tongue sunk deep inside her 
wetly clenching cunt that was about to drive her over the brink yet again 
for another mind-shattering, body-wrenching orgasm. Her head flailed from 
side to side and her eyes clenched tightly closed as the rising tide of 
passion swept through her heatedly churning cunt and rippled over her ripely 
rounded breasts until she thought she would explode into a hundred-thousand 
tiny fragments of fire-filled lust. 

It was when she finally opened her eyes that she saw it. She had been 
begging, praying, craving for a massively thick, lust-hardened cock to suck 
and now she saw one. Her sultry eyes flew open as they caught their first 
sight of the obscenely glistening scarlet cock emerging from its long, 
hair-covered sheath... wet and hard and long... slipping and dancing 
rhythmically beneath his belly as it continued to slide erotically out of 
his fleshy sheath. 

"Lover! Oh my god, you big, beautiful beast," Donna cried out loud! No cock 
in the world, human or animal, had ever looked more inviting, more appealing 
to the raven-haired young woman... it looked so long... so deliciously 
thick... different at its tip than a man's... but, therefore, all the more 
lust-arousing! Donna stared at its wetly glistening length for a long 
moment, watching it grow in hardness, the depravity of her thoughts never 
infringing on her lust-crazed passions, on her greedy hunger for that 
emerging hot length of animal flesh. But how to get it... how to convince 
the lust-driven animal to let her take his hot hard length in her ravenously 
thirsting mouth? 

The passion-crazed young woman lifted her head and cried, "Oh, lover! 
Ooooooh! Darling, you're driving mamma absolutely out of her fucking mind!" 
Reaching down, her hand grasped his huge head that was still nuzzled between 
her widespread thighs and her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, watching his 
wetly working tongue lash out between the hair-fringed lips of her hotly 
steaming pussy flesh. Her own inner smooth-walled pussy flesh gleamed up 
before he lust-glazed eyes as his rough-skinned tongue tantalized her almost 
beyond endurance while her naked, nipple-crested breasts quivered sensuously 
and her breath came in short panting bursts from her open mouth. With her 
hands she tried to guide her animal lover into a lying position while she 
crooned sweetly into his ear. 

"Tarzan... baby... lie down... come on, big boy... do it for mamma... let me 
taste your sweetness like you're tasting mine." Her voice was a raspy groan 
as she begged and pleaded and coaxed the massive animal into the desired 
position. "Don't be afraid... I'll leave my pussy where you can lick it, 
lover... come on, lie down... like a good boy... for mamma... mamma wants to 
suck your gorgeous cock... Tarzan... lie down... roll over... you big, 
beautiful cunt-licker!" 

The young woman's mind raced in reckless delirium as she cautiously eased 
her nakedness forward, trying desperately not to frighten or upset her 
delicious animal-lover. She whispered in gentle tones, still clasping his 
bulky head between her small, slender-fingered hands, into his erect ears, 
her eyes all the while fixed on the crimson length of hotly hardening flesh 
beneath his belly... 

The German Shepard watched his mistress with unconcealed confusion. He 
wasn't quite sure what she wanted of him, but he felt distinctly comforted 
by her soft, cooing sounds, by the gentle pressure of her tiny hands and 
then finally he understood. Still perplexed, he obeyed and lay down on the 
soft leaf-covered ground. 

"That's it, lover... oh, you're such a good boy... yes... oh yes," she 
continued to croon hotly into his ear as he whimpered pleadingly, 
desperately, the burning ache in his loins growing stronger with every 
passing moment. "Oh, yes... mamma's gonna make it better... mamma's going to 
take good care of her big beautiful lover-boy... " In a mindless and 
reckless excitement Donna Morton crawled around to position herself so that 
her wetly glistening lips were only inches away from the scarlet throbbing 
pole of animal flesh and her own lust-moistened cuntal lips were only inches 
away from his cool wet nose, her legs spread obscenely wide in inviting 
welcome to his animal-lashing tongue. 

The very forbidden nature of the depraved act she was about to perform on an 
animal of another species sent new charges of lust-fired explosions through 
the desire-crazed girl's brain and drove her nearly out of her mind with 
salacious, tremulous desire. Gently, she undulated her hips towards the long 
animal nose and the pinkly moist tongue as she spread her smoothly 
shimmering thighs still wider in breathless anticipation of his lewdly 
erotic tongue-lashings and with both hands she guided his head gently in 
towards the feverishly burning flesh of her seething pussy. His tongue did 
not hesitate but immediately renewed its hotly palpitating work in the 
steaming crevice between her wantonly spread thighs like a scorching liquid 
flame. Then her hands reached down to tenderly fondle the pendulous, 
cum-filled fullness of his animal balls. 

Tarzan was still confused but the pleasure-filled fondling by his fragrantly 
sweet young mistress caused vivid and vibrant sensations to swirl through 
his loins-sensations that he had never felt before but knew he would want to 
feel again. Her finger tips seemed to breath fire as he felt them delicately 
moving over his own swollen, passion-pounding loins, their tender touch 
causing his whole body to tremble with new-found arousal. It was all he 
could do to keep from flying off the ground like a coiled spring but with 
true dog-like devotion he lay there licking the hot sweetness of the 
thin-lipped crevice between the softness of her fleshy thighs and enjoyed 
the sweet fragrance of her womanhood that assaulted his sensitive nose. 

Donna Morton lay staring open-mouthed, her parted lips glistening with 
lust-aroused moisture, still carefully fondling and caressing his aching, 
burning, sperm-filled animal balls while his thick, incessant tongue crawled 
over the frantically throbbing bud of her anxious clitoris. With a gentle 
caution, she moved her hands over the thickening hardness of his redly 
glistening penis and guided it gently towards her lust-parted, wetly 
moistened lips until... its fiery tip actually touched them! 

Wildly and anxiously aroused even beyond her own vivid expectations, the 
young woman felt the cum in her cunt ready to be unleashed into a violent 
and soul-shattering explosion of atomic proportions... but she held back. 
First, first she had to have that scarlet-tipped, hotly pulsing cock inside 
her eagerly salivating lips, to suck and lick and tease and torment it into 
fire-filled orgasm inside her greedily sucking mouth. She ovaled her 
lust-moistened lips tightly around the slenderly tapered tip of the scarlet 
animal penis, easing if further and further up into the hot damp confines of 
her impatiently waiting mouth. It moved slowly, relentless, hotly along her 
own smooth tongue until she felt it slide against the very back of her 
throat and it was then that she began to tease erotically with her eagerly 
responding tongue. Her desire-fogged brain was thoroughly drowned with the 
lust-incited intoxication of her lewdly perverted actions as she tasted the 
thickly throbbing length of his raw, smooth animal flesh in her warmly 
willing young mouth. It was so hot... so hard... so dangerously exciting... 
so swollen with animalistic desire... 

Through the clamor in her mind she vaguely heard her animal lover whimper as 
he continued his loving licking of her desire-inflamed pussy and with 
renewed fervor she began to suck and lick tantalizingly back with her own 
tongue, sending it roaming around his hotly thickened cock to try to give 
him back all of the sublimely erotic pleasure he was giving her. She felt 
his powerful canine body responding to her lewdly exciting tongue-caressing, 
his loins beginning to undulate and press forward to penetrate even more 
deeply into the warm moist softness of her mouth-flesh. Again she reached 
out to cup his cum-filled animal balls, teasing them gently with her 
fire-filled finger tips and he whimpered pleadingly again as his loins began 
a slow, fucking motion up into the tightly clasped oval of her lust-incited 
lips. 

Donna groaned, moaned and cried out around the hotly pumping rod of 
dog-flesh that speared with a new frantic frenzy into her warmly sucking 
mouth, her mind reeling with torturous pleasure, her body rocking 
rhythmic-ally against his lashing, licking tongue. Meanwhile, the smooth 
coned length of his blood-filled cock-flesh fucked in and out of her eagerly 
working mouth as her teeth gently nipped and scraped against the smoothly 
fucking flesh and her sensuously moistened tongue teased tiny circles around 
his pulsating animal hardness, both mistress and animal lost in the 
licentious thrills of their mutual, mind-bending love-making. God, it tastes 
so good! Like heaven sliding in and out of my hungry mouth! Oh, how I want 
it-all of it, hot and hard and heavy in my mouth! 

With his hardened cock-flesh viciously plunging in and out of his mistress' 
mouth, the great German shepherd felt as if he would explode! He had never 
known anything like this before in his young life, never tasted the sweet 
aroma of human female cunt seething around his own relentlessly impaling 
tongue, never known the aching, burning passion surging through his loins as 
his rigidly erect cock-flesh fucked in and out of her warm, willingly 
sucking mouth! He whined and whimpered in response to those sensations which 
were causing wave after wave of a fire-driven pressure to swirl deep in the 
innermost depths of his rocking, pumping loins, knowing instinctively that 
soon the fire would burst into roaring flames and rip out of his 
desire-driven body. 

Donna had never sucked on a human cock as viciously, as wantonly, with such 
forbidden enchantment as she sucked on his spearing rod of animal cock and 
her voluptuously curved body rocked with a fervent intensity as she worked 
slavishly at the dog's hugely hardened cock. Her entire naked body was like 
a glowing furnace, fired with flames of forbidden passion, her own erotic 
desires scalding and scorching her insatiable cuntal flesh as she clutched 
at the dog's enormously swollen canine balls and began to milkingly caress 
their pendulous fullness. 

A sharp yelp escaped from Tarzan's mouth, from the back of his lust-inflamed 
throat, as his muscular flanks began to hump furiously, driving his thickly 
throbbing dog-cock deep down into the back of the young woman's eagerly 
milking throat, his sudden, brutal lurch triggering new animalistic sparks 
of desire that ignited Donna's loins to a new and fevered response. The 
lurid sensations of unrepentant joy swirling within her lust-seared, 
passion-drenched cunt caused her to moan out loud around his vigorously 
mouth fucking cock. With a renewed frantic intensity she sucked and licked 
wildly around the massively thick pulsing shaft of flesh until all of a 
sudden, it began to spasm and erupt out like a thousand-megaton bomb, 
spewing thick sweet gushes of scalding cum into her wildly swallowing 
throat. 

It wasn't until she tasted the bittersweet pungency of his hotly pouring 
animal cum that Donna felt her own explosion beginning to surge through her 
loins. Her mouth sucked and sucked with desire-crazed passion to milk out 
every last droplet of his precious, loving juices as her own body convulsed 
with a wrenching spasm as if shocked by a thousand watts of electric 
voltage. Her legs locked tentacle-like up around his massive head as her 
loins heaved and spun up into the air, a cataclysmic shock-wave tremoring 
through her body like an earthquake, ravaging every nerve-ending in its 
relentless path. 

It was several hours and as many orgasms later when young, dark-haired Donna 
Morton stumbled to her feet and picked up her discarded clothing from the 
ground. Her knees felt weak, her stomach an empty, hollow pit, and her mind 
was dazzled by the spectacular fiery climaxes she had enjoyed that 
afternoon. Her eyes went immediately to her animal-lover, standing 
obediently by her side awaiting her next command, his liquid-like black eyes 
staring up at her with undisguised devotion. Her hands went down to once 
again take his enormous face between them and she nuzzled his cool wet nose 
against her own burning, passion-flushed cheeks. 

"You're a good boy," the young woman murmured. "The best, in fact. Come on, 
now, let's go on home. All this beautiful sucking, you brute, has made me 
ravenously hungry!" 

Tarzan was pleased by her loving smile, pleased by the warm touch of her 
small hands, pleased to have given his new mistress all the pleasure she had 
asked for. Yes, theirs would be a beautiful friendship... 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Harry Simon emerged from the summer cottage with a tall decanter of 
sparkling red wine and two wine glasses in his hands, a hopeful smile on his 
handsome young face. He had a strong intuition deep in the pit of his 
stomach that this might, just might be the day when his lovely, curvaceous 
young wife's inhibitions would finally disappear, leaving her a 
lust-ravished, highly sexually alive young woman. He stopped for a brief 
moment and studied the smoothly curving contour of her long back, which was 
facing him, and the satiny-smooth skin of her naked arms. Once again the 
thought crossed his already fevered mind that this delectable young woman 
was so unlike her voluptuously attractive, sensual sister, whose sexual 
exploits were practically world-famous! Yet Joanie was only aroused after 
vigorous and extensive preliminary fondling and caressing and kissing... and 
even then, it was a rare phenomena for her to actually achieve an orgasm. 

And the way she talked about her sister! 

Jesus, you'd think Donna was her worst enemy! Well... maybe she was! Maybe 
Joanie was jealous of Donna's free-wheeling attitude towards sex! Maybe she 
was jealous of all the men who were constantly hanging around her 
tantalizing older sister, wanting her with a passion-crazed desire that 
glimmered in their eyes. Maybe a little spark of jealousy was just what 
Joanie needed to drive her, once and forever, over the brink of sexual 
reluctance and into the swirling ocean of sexual abandon and passion! Yes, 
that must be it... that was why she had agreed so readily now to have a 
mid-afternoon glass of wine, something she would ordinarily spurn without a 
second thought. Yes, indeed... 

"I'm back, baby," Harry called cheerfully, stepping forward with an easy, 
loping stride. The young husband put the decanter and glasses down on their 
umbrella-covered table, then poured both glasses full of the cool red wine. 

"Come on, Joanie. Let's sit over here, in the shade." 

His full-figured young wife put down her drawing pencils, piled all her 
sketches neatly, then came over to join her anxious young husband, who had 
already grasped a glass of wine and was holding it up in the air, as if 
about to propose a toast. Which was, indeed, exactly what he was about to 
do. 

"Here's to us, darling," he smiled as they clinked glasses and sipped the 
smoky-tasting red wine. 

"Harry?" his young wife asked, "why don't we take a swim in the pool? It's 
such a beautiful afternoon!" 

Harry arched his eyebrows and cocked his head-was this really his reluctant 
little wife talking? Her eyes sparkled with an unmistakable mischievousness, 
almost a salaciousness that excited the slender young husband beyond belief. 
And once they were at the poolside, she said something which surprised him 
even more. 

"Why don't we... well, skinny-dip, Harry? Do you want to?" she asked, a hint 
of seductive promise in her eyes. 

"Do I?" the young husband replied, ripping off his shirt and shorts within a 
matter of seconds. Joan was slower to remove her clothing and did so with 
trembling, tentative gestures but finally she stood nakedly exposed to the 
warm summer sun and to her husband's appreciative gaze. 

Then she ran laughing towards her nakedly poised young husband, her breasts 
jiggling, her ass-cheeks swaying, and pushed him forcibly into the water, 
after which she daringly dove in herself. 

They romped and played and teased each other in the water for what seemed 
like hours to the young husband. He was surprised to find that when he let 
his hands roam teasingly over his young wife's voluptuously rounded breasts 
in their water-splashing play, she didn't object or pull away. Not even when 
his searching fingers found the soft blonde triangle of her pubic mound, 
where his fingers became lost in the wet, tantalizing curls! He would have 
liked her to grasp onto his awakening penis, to stroke it underwater into 
vividly pulsing life... but that was probably expecting too much of her at 
this point. Maybe later... maybe... 

"Hey, how about some more wine," he finally suggested and his wife quickly 
agreed. Clambering up to the side of the pool, they sat side by side, both 
of their naked bodies glistening wetly, staring intently into one another's 
eyes. Each was thinking the same thing: how much in love they were with each 
other. Harry studied the ripely rounded contours of her ruby-crested 
breasts, admiring the taut stiffness of her pinkly wet nipples. Then his 
gaze traveled down over the smooth skin of her flat stomach to the blondly 
glistening pubic curls that seemed to sparkle like jewels in the sunlight of 
the summer afternoon. A cool breeze blew over them just then, sending her 
already needlepoint nipples into even more rigid erection and Harry smiled 
appreciatively. The way she was sitting there, with her fleshy thighs 
slightly apart, Harry could almost see the outlines of her thin, 
curl-fringed cuntal lips and the little bud of her sensitive clitoris. A 
wild surge of arousal swept through his loins and his cock began to grow 
more massive, more rigid, pulsing with blood-filling life. 

"Come on, let's swim some more," Joan suggested cheerfully, seeing the 
unmistakably lecherous glint in his eyes and wanting to postpone the sexual 
ordeal for just a little while longer. 

The voluptuously curved young wife stood up and dove headlong into the cool 
blue water of their swimming pool, her buttocks poised in mid-air for just a 
brief moment as Harry's eyes locked on their satiny-skinned orbs. As soon as 
the entire length of her nakedly exposed body slipped beneath the surface of 
the water, Harry plunged in as well, the cool water a shocking surprise as 
it surrounded his hotly flushed skin. Again they romped and played together 
and this time the young husband was more aggressively sexual. Swimming down 
to where his wife stood in the shallow end of the pool, he wrapped his wet, 
powerful arms around her nakedness, reaching down with his eager young hands 
to caress and fondle the ample fleshy sphere of her quivering buttocks. 
Locking his mouth passionately on hers, he tried to curtail his already 
rampant passion-he didn't want to scare her away now, not after the 
performance she was displaying today! 

The young wife responded by locking her nakedly wet arms around her 
husband's lean neck and pulling him closer to her trembling body, sending 
her tongue tentatively into the warm moisture of his open mouth. Teasing, 
stabbing, searching, the young husband sent his tongue forward to fill his 
wife's richly warm mouth and the excitement of unrestrained sexual arousal 
crashed through his anxious young loins. Christ, he couldn't remember her 
ever being so... so... damnit, so incensed and aroused before! His warmly 
wet, exploring hands brushed over the full, maturely round orbs of her young 
breasts now and he could feel their tiny, lust-hardened nipples like 
pinpoints against his palms. She moaned with unmistakable passion into his 
mouth while her hands rummaged through his thick, curly blond hair, her 
slender fingers teasing circles around his ears. Damn, she's hot today! I 
don't think I've ever known her to behave this... this... passionately... in 
the whole six months we've been married! God, I wish I knew what I'd done to 
turn her on like this-so I could do it every single damned day! 

Of course, the young husband had known her to be so tantalizingly aroused 
before... but seldom had she been able to maintain this wildly excited level 
of passion... and it was rarer still for her to actually achieve a 
mind-wrenching orgasm. But again that premonition crept into his belly 
telling him that this would be the day... the day when all of her sexual 
hang-ups and barriers came crashing down to reveal a rampantly desirable and 
desiring young woman. 

Suddenly, she unlocked her mouth from him and smiled seductively into his 
eyes. "I'll bet my sister... wouldn't do this... for you," she panted. 

That was it! She was jealous of her older sister's ribald sensuality and now 
she was trying to compete with her! Suddenly the young husband saw 
everything with crystal clarity and he threw his head back with roaring 
laughter. 

"What's so funny," his young wife demanded angrily, her fingers digging into 
the warm flesh of his neck. 

"Nothing," he said, trying to control his rollicking laughter. "It's just... 
well... I detected a slight tinge of jealousy, that's all." 

"Please, Harry, please don't laugh at me," she replied, a serious cloud 
coming over her warmly radiant features. "I... well... may-be I am a little 
jealous... maybe I would, in my secret heart of hearts, like to be just a 
little bit like her. I... well... I realize that I haven't been the world's 
most thrilling wife-not in bed anyway." 

"Darling, darling," her husband whispered comfortingly, reaching up to brush 
away the tears that were seeping out of the corners of her eyes, "it's all 
right, it's all right." 

"N-no it isn't," she stammered. "N-no, it i-isn't all right. I... I want to 
be a good wife to you... I'm trying... it's just that... well, you have to 
be patient with me... gentle and patient and... " 

"Hey, baby," her husband said soothingly, "you know I love you. You're the 
most desirable girl in the world as far as I'm concerned. You are, you 
really are! To hell with your sister! It's you I love, you I want! All the 
Donna Mortons in the world, lined up naked with their legs spread apart, 
couldn't turn me on as much as you do. You know that, don't you? I love you, 
Joanie, and I want to make you the happiest woman in the world!" 

"I know you do, darling," his wife cried, the tears streaming down her 
tanned, flushed cheeks. "I know you do... and I love you too... and I'm 
trying desperately... desperately to make you happy, too!" 

The young husband pulled his wife's nakedly trembling body to his, at the 
Same time feeling his own virile length of manhood give a decidedly aroused 
jerk. He held her with his strong arms encircling her slender waist, and 
with his gaze intently studying her finely formed features, he smoothed his 
palms over the satiny skin of her buttocks. "Right at this moment, darling, 
you are making me without question the happiest man alive in the whole 
damned world! You really are, you know!" 

"Oh, Harry! Oh, my darling," Joan moaned, burying her head in her husband's 
hairy chest. Then she lifted her tear-stained face and took his ruggedly 
handsome face between her small, slender hands and implanted her lushly 
moistened lips on his, giving him a tongue-teasing, passionate kiss that she 
knew would make his blood boil inside his anxious loins. 

Their bodies sank together onto the cool, soft grass by the swimming pool, 
their mouths still locked together, their hotly spearing tongues dancing, 
teasing, swimming around each other. Joan prayed silently that this would be 
the time when her own churning passions would reach their ultimate climax, 
when the fire already surging through her steaming, moisture-seeping cunt 
would inflame her whole being in a wildly violent conflagration that would 
over-whelm her admittedly conscious reluctance. She wanted so desperately 
then to please him and to please herself as well. She knew, too, that the 
ultimate success of their marriage would depend in large part on whether or 
not she could become a responsive and willing sexual partner and she loved 
him too wholeheartedly to ever give him up. 

They were half-sitting, half-lying on the grass with their mouths still 
locked together, their tongues still squirming and teasing around each 
other, their hot breaths beating against their tongues lost in a world of 
impassioned frenzy all their own. Joan's slender arms were wrapped tightly 
around her husband's strong, thick neck as she pulled him closer to her and 
then suddenly she felt the jerking of his lust-hardening cock against the 
satiny skin of her smooth belly. It seemed like a firebrand next to her 
skin, sending fierce, hot rushes of desire screaming through her loins and a 
hoarse groan escaped from around her busily working tongue. Her fingertips 
burrowed into the pliant skin of her husband's back now as the agony of 
uncontrollable desire swept through her trembling body like a cyclone, an 
agony she had never known with quite this intensity before, never before had 
such a violent shudder coursed through her entire quivering body. 

Harry could sense the feverish arousal of his young wife and knew that his 
previous premonition had been absolutely correct, that this was going to be 
the day and night of mad sexual passion to end all passions. His cock surged 
with renewed life, its blood-filled thickness jerking and lurching with 
feverish intensity as each lust-inflamed moment dissolved into the next. He 
knew that all resistance was gone now, that she wanted him now more than she 
had ever wanted him before, wanted his erectly throbbing mass of manhood 
buried deep inside her straining, yearning cunt, that at all costs she had 
to satisfy the deep, gnawing sexual hunger that was threatening now to tear 
her apart. 

A deep groan escaped from the back of the young husband's throat as the 
swollen length of his massive prick wormed its way between her fleshy, 
smooth-skinned thighs and lay hotly throbbing in the warm, naked cavern of 
velvety flesh. His hands reaching along the front of her nakedly displayed 
body kneaded at the soft resilience of her belly and then moved downward to 
the soft young tendrils of golden pubic hair. The silken mound lurched 
feverishly into his grasp and he felt a violent shudder run through her 
squirming body and his hands worked then even more roughly, excited to 
passionate intensity by her response. 

His fingers entered her cunt with a rapier-like thrust, outstretched and 
poised like a spear. The slippery channel welcomed his invasion by clenching 
tightly at his plunging, rummaging finger, clinging to it wetly with a 
heated fervor. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, then closed again as she 
felt another finger slide into her steaming cuntal canal to join the first. 
And soon afterwards it was joined by yet another plunging finger until it 
felt like he was pushing his whole fist inside, the fingers digging in her 
wetly clutching vaginal passage with a greedy, hungry abandon. Her inflamed, 
moisture-drenched cunt ground down frantically on the rounded thickness of 
his prick between her thighs, squeezing it without mercy until a low groan 
of pain flew from Harry's mouth. She could feel the hard shaft pulsing down 
there in the grasp of her tensed muscles, its smooth, rubbery tip emitting a 
slight drop of seminal fluid that burned lasciviously into her tender 
thigh-skin. Swept along in the tide of a blazing euphoria of barbaric 
sensation, her hips gyrated furiously on the tormenting, torturing motion of 
his frantic fingers worming hungrily around in her steaming, clenching 
vaginal cavern. 

Suddenly his plunging, pumping fingers were withdrawn with a lewd wet 
sucking noise and the young wife's whole body tensed. He can't abandon me 
now! He can't leave me like this! This is the first time, the very first 
time I've ever felt such powerful, mind-bending sensations and now... 

"Oh God, Harry! Don't stop! For God's sake, Harry, don't stop now!" she 
cried, new tears of mixed agony and pleasure pouring like a waterfall down 
her passion-flushed cheeks. 

"Don't worry, babe," he groaned, "I'm right here. I'm not gonna stop... I'm 
just going to try something... a little different." 

"God, whatever it is, hurry up!" 

The young husband couldn't believe his ears! Was this his wife? Was this the 
reluctant little virgin that he had married, the one who had ever since 
their wedding night shown only faint glimmerings of arousal and passion? Was 
this the same woman who would never before allow him to give her the 
excruciatingly sensual pleasure of his hotly flicking tongue between her 
thighs? And who would, likewise, refuse to take the fully bloated length of 
his hotly pulsing penis in her warmly inviting mouth? 

Before the young wife realized what she had said or what was going to 
happen, his handsome face was buried in the firm elastic flesh of her belly. 
His lust-moistened lips and hotly anxious tongue were brushing on the soft 
skin, caressing her with hot, moist kisses. His darting, stabbing tongue 
toyed with the sensitive hollow of her navel, tracing wet circles in the 
tiny aperture, sending electric shocks of agonizing pleasure into the pit of 
her stomach. And his teeth were nibbling, nibbling, little teasing bites and 
his hot mouth now moved down... down... down... 

There was no thought of struggle in her fevered mind now, no thought of 
prohibiting her handsome young husband from doing what she had always 
refused to allow him to do before. She simply sank back into helpless 
sensation, awash in an excruciating tremor of spine-tingling delight. Her 
whole body shook as if she were suffering from fever chills and she lay 
helplessly writhing in the sensual thrill of his viciously exploring mouth 
and tongue. He dipped his head and nuzzled his face into the silken 
smoothness of her inner thighs, his lips warm and soft, drawing little 
patches of skin into his hotly anxious mouth with wet, suctioning kisses. 

The young wife was lost now in a delirium of sublime, raging passion of 
which she had never even imagined herself capable before. A whole new world 
of erotic, stimulating, fire-burning pleasure was opened up to the 
voluptuous young creature and she wallowed gladly in its lust-incited 
sensations as they swept without mercy through every nerve ending in her 
wretchedly writhing body. 

She hoped she wasn't dreaming. She hoped fervently that she wouldn't wake up 
to find that all of this sublime, mind-shattering ecstasy was simply a cruel 
figment of her fevered, desperate imagination... 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Harry Simon lifted his head to see his wife's desire, quivering young 
breasts and her now lust-contorted face. An aching groan flew from her open 
mouth as he studied the voluptuously outlined curves of her ripe young naked 
body set against the bright emerald green of the soft summer grass. Her arms 
lay outstretched on either side of her trembling, madly writhing body and 
the sight of her thus lost to her own uncontrollable passions sent a new 
surge of carnal lust rippling through the young husband's nakedly glistening 
body. 

As his blond head lowered once again and poised between his wife's willingly 
outstretched limbs, she arched her hips in welcoming greeting and opened her 
legs even wider inviting him into the secretly throbbing depths of her 
woman-hood. The full-rounded curve of her sensuous thighs parted to him like 
the petals of a blossoming flower and he could clearly see the soft satiny 
folds of cuntal flesh that glistened wetly, enticingly before his wide-open 
eyes. For a breathless instant the nerve-centered pulse of desire lay 
exposed and vulnerable, a gaping scarlet mouth, ravenous for his feeding. 
Then with a motion swift as a hare's the young wife's hands greedily pulled 
her husband's head savagely into the clamoring fulcrum of her wide-splayed 
thighs. 

His hands, meanwhile, stroked the flexing hollows of her creamy inner 
thighs, then slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of the moist pink 
furrow apart to give his plundering mouth greater access to the succulently 
enticing opening. He showered wet, tickling kisses in the silky brush of 
blond pubic hair and felt her hands desperately clawing at his head, guiding 
his eagerly hungry mouth to the palpitating opening of her quivering cunt. 
He ran his anxious tongue liquidly over the soft, fur-rimmed flesh, teasing 
up and down around the smooth pink edges until she was moaning with ecstatic 
abandon, almost sobbing from low in her throat and her satiny-smooth 
buttocks ground uncontrollably into the soft bed of summer grass. 

Then his tongue flicked lizard-like into the moistly churning tunnel, its 
probing hot tip circling the quiveringly erect clitoris until the 
lust-ravaged young wife thought she would explode. She cried out as her 
husband's lips rounded and covered the viscous opening, sucking, drawing the 
soft, velvety skin deep into the heated recesses of his mouth, his tongue 
licking maddeningly at the excitedly trembling pink bud of her sensitively 
aroused clitoris. Her updrawn legs opened and closed wildly around the head 
of her ravaging, plundering husband who licked deliriously at her 
lust-inflamed, passion-drenched vagina. 

At last he gave in to the twisting pressure of her hands locked in the curly 
hair of his head and the arching demand of her hips, thrusting his tongue 
deep down into the hotly palpitating sheath. Her thighs clamped convulsively 
around either side of his moving head and the young husband could feel the 
soft walls of invaded flesh expand and contract around his long, flicking 
tongue in heated, frenzied suction, almost attempting to devour it. He felt 
the tumultuous spasms of desire in the throbbing, clutching cavern arousing 
his own already highly aroused desires to a frenzied fever-pitch as his 
anxiously heated tongue explored every crevice of the lust-moistened flesh. 
His own aching cock screamed between his legs and the burning in his balls 
felt like a ten thousand acre forest fire. 

"Oh God, Harry... Harry... I can't stand it... do something... for God's 
sake... Harry, help me!" his beautiful young wife stammered through the 
clouded haze of her passion. Her hands reached down searchingly, greedy to 
grasp hold of his long hot male hardness and to then guide its throbbing 
bulk into her secret pleasure sanctuary which was already seething with 
lust-crazed desire. 

Her impassioned cry came just in time for the young husband could stand the 
mounting, burning pressure in his balls no longer. Harry shifted his 
position so that the lower part of his nakedly glistening body was now 
pressed against her, allowing the full length of his massively quivering 
cock to lay on the heavenly, golden-haired mound of her aroused woman-hood. 
For a moment he lay still like that, his face now burrowed in the deep cleft 
between her amply rounded, heaving breasts, fighting for the control he 
feared he had lost already. 

Joan felt the huge, hot throbbing mass of hardened male flesh resting 
against her pubic triangle like some enormous hot-blooded animal ready to 
strike. And she fervently wished it would! Yes, for the very first time in 
her young life she felt a rampaging, almost insatiable desire and all she 
wanted now was satisfaction. All she wanted was the feel of that plunging, 
pulsing penis buried deep within the welcoming folds of her pinkly 
glistening pussy, rammed up to its lust-driven hilt into the very depths of 
her belly. Only then could she possibly achieve the cataclysmic orgasm she 
was striving so desperately towards, only then would she know the complete 
fulfillment of lusty womanhood that she had denied herself for so long. 

The young husband fought to control his own rampaging desires, fought to 
keep himself from plunging brutally into his wife's softly waiting cunt. But 
the pressure in his pendulous, cum-laden balls was like a knifing agony of 
torrential desire and his blood pounded demandingly through the entire 
extended length of his rigidly erect young cock. He contracted his muscles, 
restraining himself as he guided the swollen, blood-filled tip with his 
trembling hands, feeling the heat and wetness of her naked cuntal crevice 
reaching out to its lust-driven invader. 

He fucked into her at last, not as easily and slowly as he would have liked, 
parting the soft folds of her pink pussy lips as his crimson head pushed 
through towards its appointed destiny. Her moans reverberated through his 
ears as he rode her like a wild animal, holding her hips firmly in his hands 
as her warmly seething cunt clutched desperately at his straining, surging 
cock. Trembling on the brink of orgasm from the very first moment of entry, 
it took but a few hard, plunging, plundering strokes into the warmly 
clinging depths of Joan's resilient vagina for her husband's lust-pistoning 
cock to reach its irresistible climax. 

On one final pounding inward thrust he grew as taut as a bowstring and a 
triumphant cry leaped out of his open mouth, his eyes rolling deliriously 
from side to side as his body began to shake with long, drawn-out spasms or 
erotic, ecstatic release while he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into the 
tremoring depths of his wife's trembling young womb. 

"Harry? Oh, God, Harry!" the frustrated young wife screamed as he pulled his 
now limp and deflated cock out of her still clinging, sucking, 
passion-drenched vagina. "Oh, Harry," she sighed finally, "I... I... God, I 
was almost there! I... almost... I was... so close." Her sighs now dissolved 
into body-wracking sobs as the young wife realized the true depths of her 
own despair. She had tried and struggled so desperately and she had come so 
close... so close... so very close to that earth shaking, mind-devouring, 
cunt-churning climax... only to be denied by her young husband's own selfish 
passions. 

"God, babe, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," her young husband cried pleadingly, 
estimating with amazing accuracy the full extent of her extreme frustration. 

"Damn you, damn you and double damn," she hissed between clenched teeth. She 
had tried with frantic desperation to relax her inhibitions... and she had 
succeeded, brilliantly... but for what? To be left dangling dangerously on 
the brink of what she had been longing for, begging for, praying for, for 
such a long time? 

Suddenly, before she realized what she was doing, Joan drew back her arm and 
swung at her handsome young husband, slapping him across the face with all 
her strength, snapping his head back and forcing a horrified yelp of shock 
and pain from his open mouth. As his cheek turned red from the force of the 
blow, Harry shook his head from side to side and slowly, with great effort, 
focused his eyes on his wife's frightened face. They iced over like a 
mountain lake in winter as he slowly backed away from her, his mouth still 
hanging open from the tremendous surprise of her attack. 

The young wife cowered back as though she were the one who had been struck. 
She crossed her arms over her breasts as if she were suddenly ashamed of her 
own nakedness, and the fierce grip of her fingernails drew blood from the 
soft tanned flesh of her shoulders. With a growing, mounting horror of 
disbelief she stared with wide-open eyes at the red tracery of her hand on 
his face. 

"I may not be the perfect husband," he growled though his fury, "but up to 
now you haven't been exactly what I'd call the world's most perfect wife, 
either!" 

"Oh, G-God, H-Harry! What... have I done," the young blonde wife stammered 
through her free-flowing tears. 

"It's more a matter of what you haven't done, at least up to now. All I ever 
did was to fall in love with a beautiful, desirable woman and to try to 
please her-and this, " he screamed, his hand flying up to his battered 
cheek, "This is what I get for trying to make you happy!" 

"Oh, Harry, please... I... I didn't mean... " she pleaded. 

"You didn't mean what?" he shouted, turning with one swift movement and 
stalking like an angered lion into the house. Joan lay there, whimpering and 
crying, for what seemed like hours, unable to control her trembling body, 
unable to stand or walk or run to her angered husband as her heart told her 
to do. She held out her hands in mute supplication, but he wasn't there to 
see. 

It was then that she heard the sound of a car starting and tires screeching 
out of her own driveway... 

CHAPTER SIX 

Donna Morton climbed through the thick growth of trees with a light step and 
a light heart. Her lips were drawn back in an ear to ear grin as she skipped 
and hopped and walked among the fallen branches and fallen leaves of the 
mountainside forest, her docile lover-companion by her side, faithfully 
following close to her sweet-smelling, still naked body. 

Just as they approached her palatial home, Donna Morton paused to slip on 
her halter blouse and shorts, deciding that she now felt too much too happy 
and contented to be able to enjoy arousing the secret passions of her proper 
English butler. Leave that for another day when I'm more in the mood, she 
told herself, slipping the flimsy summer garments over the soft suppleness 
of her tanned, creamy skin. It was then that her eyes caught the loving, 
warm expression on the face of her German shepherd, Tarzan. 

She smiled gently down at the affectionate, attentive dog standing 
obediently by her side. God, what a lover! How many times did I cum? 

Damnit, who cares, anyway? The strikingly beautiful, ebony-haired young 
woman let her thoughts wander at random back over the lust-incited, 
passion-crazed events of that torrid afternoon spent by the side of the 
sparkling lake with her lovable new companion-lover. She realized now that 
he had sapped nearly all the energy from her lithe young body as no other 
lover had ever done before and a pleasant thrill of forbidden delight 
shivered down her gently sloping back. No, she had to admit now that she had 
never felt such complete and total sexual fulfillment from any man, from any 
one of her long list of famous and not-so-famous lovers. The past several 
hours had been like a circus of carnal delights, the likes of which she had 
never conceived of before. 

And among all Tarzan's other virtues was his fierce protective instinct. 
Yes, from now on she need never worry about unwanted interruptions or 
intrusions. The compelling strength of his massive jaws, the sharp contours 
of his whitely glistening teeth, the rippling muscles in his flanks-nobody 
would dare to try to hurt her with Tarzan around! He would protect her... 
and he would love her. One look into those limpid, love-stricken black eyes 
was enough to tell the voluptuously attractive young woman that this was one 
man who would surely stick around for a while, maybe forever. 

Donna reached down to fondly stroke the massive animal's enormous head and 
his response was to turn it to lick her hand. 

"Ha! You big brute! You want to start all over again, don't you?" the young 
woman laughed. "Yes, well, you'll have your chance, don't worry. From now on 
you're my lover, my real and most favorite lover-boy! What do you say to 
that, Tarzan baby?" Tarzan didn't have anything to say but a pleased whimper 
grumbled from the depths of his hairy throat and his tongue, hot and pinkly 
glistening, again sought to lovingly caress his beautiful young mistress. 

"Yes, indeed, lover boy. But we mustn't let anybody know our little secret. 
No, indeed. Not that there's anything wrong with it! Anything that can be 
that pleasurable can't be all bad! It's just that... well... you see, big 
boy, most people just wouldn't understand. No, it'll be our little secret 
all right... you're my big, brutal lover-boy and I'm your red-hot mamma-what 
a team!" 

It was just after the voluptuously beaming young beauty walked through the 
sliding glass doors of her bedroom that she heard a car screech to a halt in 
her driveway. Now, who the hell can that be? Damn! And I was looking forward 
to a nice quiet evening all to myself... with Tarzan of course! Well, 
whoever it is, he'll have to wait. 

* * * 

When Joan Simon finally managed to stumble back to her small summer cottage, 
she saw that her handsome young husband was definitely gone. More 
frightening, so was his small, overnighter suitcase! 

Gone! 

The overwhelming enormity of this absurd situation struck the lovely young 
bride with the force of an atom explosion. Had he actually... walked out... 
left her for good? No, he couldn't have! He couldn't have possibly been that 
angry... could he? What could she do? What should she do? Her mind raced 
with wild schemes and desperate thoughts as she pondered her fate... had he 
really meant to leave her alone like this... forever? 

The desperate young wife sat like a crumpled heap on the edge of their 
king-size double bed and wept, inconsolably, the tears streaming hotly down 
her flushed cheeks. Her legs and loins still rippled with recurring little 
muscular tremors that betrayed her still aroused sexual desires. He had just 
left her like that, poised on the brink of a violently exciting orgasm, with 
no thought of any satisfaction other than his own! The beast! How could he 
have done that? How could he have treated her so thoughtlessly, so 
carelessly? Had he only continued to thrust piercingly up into her warmly 
seeping, wildly clenching vagina for a few more moments... just a few more 
precious moments! 

God, what could she do now? How would she ever survive without him? Oh, I 
love him so... need him so... how am I going to find him... how am I going 
to convince him to come back to me? Oh, God, help me... some-body... help 
me! 

What, after all, had happened to her out there? First of all, what had 
caused her to become so flagrantly and unashamedly aroused? And then, why 
did she explode with anger like that, what ever possessed her to lash out at 
him like that? Was it simply frustration... or was it something deeper, more 
menacing? Was it, in reality, her own ability to deal with her own 
newly-discovered, untamed and untapped sexual desires? Did the loss of all 
her previously preciously guarded inhibitions provoke the loss of her temper 
as well? 

"Harry! Oh, God, Harry! Please... " the beautiful, curvaceous young wife 
cried aloud. 

* * * 

Harry Simon had jumped into his car with a seething rage boiling in his 
blood, flushing his face and causing his strong young hands to tremble 
violently. He had had to sit there in front of the steering wheel, his hands 
grasping it firmly and his head bent down to rest on those hands, for 
several long moments before he had the composure and control to start the 
convertible and drive it away. Even then, he had heard the tires screeching 
loudly as he had pulled out... 

At first, he didn't know where he was going. He simply pointed the car down 
the road and drove, with a mindless fury clouding his mind and his eyes. He 
didn't know how much time had passed nor how much distance he had covered 
when he found himself in the tiny, two-block town near the highway. His eyes 
came to rest on a sign which read "The Pub" and immediately he knew what he 
wanted. A drink, a good, stiff, strong drink! Surely that would calm him 
down, take the blood-curling tremors out of his hands and clear up his 
muddled vision! 

The first two double Scotches he gulped down without even tasting them, the 
heated liquid scorching his throat. But the third drink he nursed for quite 
some time while his mind roamed over the mind-wrenching events of that 
afternoon by the swimming pool. He had given his beautiful young wife a 
fucking she'd never forget... and, oddly enough, she had responded to his 
passion with equal fervor. Strange, but a nice change. It was a shame, no 
doubt about it, that he couldn't have held back a little longer. Shit, she 
was right on the brink, right on the edge of the damned precipice... 

But she didn't have to react like that. She didn't have to wound his pride 
by striking him with such a forceful, irrevocable blow. No, he hadn't 
deserved that at all. Not at all. He had tried his best, hadn't he? He had 
drawn her carefully and provocatively over the barrier of all her rigid 
inhibitions, hadn't he? He had raised her to new and previously unknown 
heights of sublime and lust-crazed desire, hadn't he? He had shown her the 
true depth and width of her own vibrant sexuality, hadn't he? And what did 
he have to show for all that? A cruel, humiliating slap in the face! 

Well, that was that. It was a nice six months of marriage, but it was over 
now. He didn't have to put up with shit like that from her-no man could be 
expected to do that! Still... he loved her... he had to admit that... a love 
strong and deep enough to last a lifetime or even two... but that didn't 
matter much, now. 

Harry gulped down the last of his third double Scotch and ordered still 
another. The tall, skinny young man behind the bar gave him a questioning 
glance, but served him without comment. Turning around now to survey the 
scene into which he had entered, Harry discovered that he was the only 
customer in the place! But, after all, it was still early. Most people were 
probably just getting around to eating dinner... 

The young husband's thought immediately flew back to his lovely, voluptuous 
young wife but he struggled to direct them elsewhere. Abruptly, Donna 
Morton's conversation that morning on the telephone invaded his fevered 
mind. She had wanted him to come over tonight, hadn't she? Wanted him to 
come over all alone, without Joanie! Christ, she had practically seduced him 
right there on the phone! And he wouldn't mind being seduced by such a 
voluptuously beautiful, smooth-skinned woman, even if she was his 
sister-in-law! Just because Joanie didn't know how to fuck... that didn't 
mean Donna didn't know! Quite the contrary... if her actual accomplishments 
even came up to half of her reputed transgressions... ! 

Harry shot out of the bar like a bolt of lightning, jumped into his car and 
sped off down the road, his tires screeching and wailing beneath his fevered 
driving... 

* * * 

Donna Morton shed her clothes almost immediately upon entering into the 
privacy of her enormous, luxuriously furnished bedroom and slipped into a 
terrycloth robe. The idea that someone had just approached the house and 
might, at that moment, be awaiting her in the living room did not make her 
hurry her steps in the least. She felt still too happy with her 
lover-companion, Tarzan, to have the least desire for human company and, in 
fact, all she wanted just then was a nice, warm, soothing bubble bath to 
ease her weary, love-wracked body. 

She rang the bell for Roger, who entered almost immediately, as if he had 
been standing just outside the bedroom door! Looking down at her handsome, 
massive German shepherd and giving him a soft, warm stroke along his long 
flank, she cooed to him, "Say, I'll bet you're hungry, big boy!" Then, 
turning to her proper English butler she announced, "Roger, take Tarzan and 
give him a nice, hearty meal, please. Lots of good raw meat and lots of 
water to drink. Meanwhile, I'll be in the bath." 

"Yes, Madam," her stiff-lipped butler replied coolly. "And, Madam, there is 
a gentleman-" 

"Whoever it is will just have to wait, Roger. Tell him he can come back 
tomorrow if he can't wait, whoever he is. That will be all, thank you, 
Roger." 

"Yes, Madam," Roger replied, backing out of the room holding Tarzan by the 
collar. 

The voluptuous young woman slipped now out of her robe and walked nakedly 
towards the sumptuously appointed bathroom. All of the walls were covered 
from floor to ceiling with mirrors so that the sensuously curved young woman 
could admire her beautiful body wherever she looked. And that's exactly what 
she did, what she always did whenever she entered that room. 

Turning slowly to admire every sleek curve, every tapered line of her 
well-developed body, she studied the ripe, lush fullness of her breasts, 
topped by the tiny, berry-like nipples and the admirable narrowness of her 
slender waistline. She let her eyes trail down over the generous, sweeping 
flare of her womanly hips and down the long, sun-tanned columns of her fully 
rounded thighs and tapering calves. As she turned the resilient mounds of 
her buttocks came into view and she was proud to notice that there was no 
ugly white area there from a bathing suit! Turning still around her eyes 
caught on the darkly forested area of her delectable pubic mound and she 
spread her legs to carefully examine the tingling, pinkly glistening vaginal 
lips nestled in the sensuous grove of curls. Damn, she had a fine figure! 
And a sensual, alluring one as well. She smiled to herself, pleased by the 
tremulous aroused stimulation she was experiencing at that moment. Perhaps 
it was a good thing after all that some man was waiting for her in the 
living room... 

The curvaceous young woman stepped into the shower and adjusted the water, 
the finely spraying needles of water like a tingling massage on her 
satin-soft flesh, adding still more stimulation to her already aroused 
sensuality. Gently, almost lazily, she soaped her silken flesh, letting her 
fingers linger down amongst the curls of her pubic jungle, letting them then 
trail provocatively along the ruby-glistening flesh of her vaginal cavity... 
soon those same loving hands were tracing teasing circles around the 
smoothly rounded orbs of her naked breasts and she could feel the pink 
marble buds of her anxious nipples spring into vividly erect life in 
response to her sensitive touch... ah, Tarzan! 

Memories of the madly passionate love session with her new-found German 
shepherd sprang unsolicited into her fevered mind and she recalled, in rapid 
succession, every single erotic event of that afternoon... the touch of the 
dog's sandpaper-like tongue lapping hungrily at her own churning, yearning, 
lust-dampened genitals... her own anxious lips ovaled tightly around his 
tapered-tip, scarlet shining long hard cock... 

Now all those pleasure-filled moments with Tarzan seemed like a dream, a 
technicolor adventure that left her feeling highly satisfied and longing for 
more! But that would have to wait, because somebody-a man!-was waiting 
patiently to see her. 

Stepping out of the shower and toweling her voluptuously dripping body only 
half dry, she slipped into one of her most seductive, provocative, 
see-through robes and strolled at a leisurely pace out into the elaborately 
furnished living room. At first she only saw his back. A tall, lean, 
curly-haired blond figure stood silhouetted against the wall-to-wall picture 
window, the purplish hue of advancing night framing his muscular body with 
an almost halo-like glow. He puffed restlessly at a cigarette and held a 
glass half-filled with a light brown liquid in his hand, from which he was 
just taking a long gulp as Donna entered. 

"Hello there," she said in her most seductive, sensual voice. "Hope I 
haven't kept you waiting too long." 

Harry turned abruptly, as if surprised by the sound of her voice. "Sorry to 
barge in on you like this. But this morning you said-" Harry stopped talking 
as abruptly as he had turned around. For it wasn't until mid-sentence that 
his sexually alive young sister-in-law, strolling with her hips and buttocks 
swaying in a sensuous rhythm, drew close enough for him to see what she was 
wearing! In one long, all-engulfing glance he took in the whole of her 
maturely ripe, curvaceous figure beneath the peek-a-boo material of her 
robe. 

Donna smiled and laughed to herself. "This morning I asked you to come over 
tonight," she said, finishing his thought for him. 

"Y'-yes," her young brother-in-law stammered,, still overwhelmed by the 
obviously seductive outfit on the practically naked body before him. "I-I... 
uh... didn't mean to interrupt anything." 

Again the young woman smiled and laughed to herself. Ever since she had met 
her younger sister's talented husband she had wondered if he could perform 
in bed as well as he could perform with a typewriter. And now, at last, she 
was going to have the opportunity to find out! "Don't worry, you aren't 
interrupting anything. Come along, there is someone I want you to meet," she 
cooed, taking him by the arm and leading him towards the kitchen. 

But they never made it as far as the kitchen, for just at that moment Roger 
entered the room followed immediately by Tarzan. The dog ran across the vast 
expanse of the room and nuzzled affectionately against his mistress's leg, 
his black limpid eyes glowing up in admiration and love. 

"This is Tarzan," Donna proclaimed proudly, as if showing off her first-born 
son. "He's my new soul-mate and protector. What do you think of him?" For a 
moment she petted the great animal's head, which perched conveniently around 
her waistline. 

"You may go now, Roger," she said, turning to him. "As a matter-of-fact, why 
don't you take the evening off," she added, looking slyly at her 
brother-in-law. 

"He's a nice dog," Harry offered, reaching out a hand to pat the great brute 
on his massive head. 

"Thanks," Donna replied. "Say, can I re-fill your glass?" 

"Sure." 

"What are you drinking?" 

"Scotch. Scotch and water, thanks." 

The young man watched his sister-in-law' buttocks jiggle provocatively as 
she sauntered across the room towards the bar. And as she walked back, a 
full glass in each small hand, his voracious eyes locked on the swaying, 
bouncing movement of the twin peaks of her voluptuously curved breasts and 
instantly a twinge of lustful arousal swept through his eagerly jerking cock 
beneath the tight material of his trousers. God, maybe Joanie was right 
after all! Jesus, how could she parade around in such a revealing, seductive 
outfit? Unless... unless... 

Donna, too, felt the unmistakable twinges of excitement as she offered him 
his glass, little fire-thoughts of excitement licking relentlessly at her 
anxious loins. "Perhaps, if we're going to talk business... we'd better go 
into my... office," she suggested provocatively. 

Harry understood her tone when he saw her office. It was merely a long table 
with a typewriter situated in the corner of her sumptuously furnished 
bedroom. His eyes studied the view out the sliding glass doors, then 
returned to the long, low leather couch and the king-size waterbed. He had 
never before in his life slept on a waterbed... or made love on one... 

Tarzan had followed them into the bedroom and now sat obediently by the side 
of his lovely young mistress. Finally Harry's eyes came upon the enormous 
wolf-like animal once again. 

"I didn't know you had a dog," he said, gulping down almost half the 
contents of his glass. 

"I didn't. Until this morning." And then, turning to her ferocious 
protector, Donna patted him on the head and said, "Lie down, now, big boy. 
Come on... lie down... good boy!" 

"Well, he listens to you anyway," Harry volunteered. 

"He does a lot more than that," she answered suggestively, swaying her hips 
provocatively as she spoke. "By the way," she continued, "I take it Joanie 
didn't want to come along with you tonight." 

Harry bent his head down and his voice was almost a whisper. "No, she didn't 
want to come." 

"Does she know that you're here?" 

Harry glanced sharply at his young, voluptuously displayed sister-in-law. 
God, she really was a shrewd one! Well, what the hell? His marriage to 
Joanie was over now, finished, done, over. "No, she doesn't know I'm here. 
But what the hell difference does that make, anyway?" 

Donna smiled knowingly at him, which only served to further fire his anger. 
"Joanie doesn't know you're here... and from the look of you, I'd say you 
had stopped in at least one or two bars between your house and mine. Which 
is a good trick, since your house is not even a quarter of a mile down the 
road." 

Harry didn't respond. Instead, his angry eyes glared into her laughing one. 
Then they dropped and became riveted on the enticing, lush mounds of her 
breasts barely concealed beneath her provocatively revealing robe. The tiny, 
marble-hardened nipples jutted forward like sweet, ripe little berries and 
suddenly he had an overwhelming desire to taste the delicious nectar of 
their fruit so salaciously displayed before his bulging eyes! His cock 
jerked like a hungry animal inside his trousers and he took yet another 
healthy swallow from his glass. 

"There couldn't be something... slightly wrong... at home... could there?" 
Donna teased. 

The young man's brow furrowed and sparks of anger flew out of his eyes. 
"Look, what the hell do you want? I came over here to talk to you... if you 
have something better to do... well, just let me know and I'll be happy to 
leave." He looked at her now, gliding towards him, that flimsy, see-through 
robe gliding behind her, her nearly naked body revealed in all its 
satiny-smoothness, in all its voluptuously ripened curves, and her tongue 
was running teasing circles along her glistening lips. Her eyes looked like 
fiery opals. 

"Oh, I can think of something better to do, all right. But then you'll have 
to stay," she whispered seductively, standing now so that her already 
hardening nipples brushed like fire-brands against his chest. Suddenly, her 
arms slipped upwards around his neck and she pressed the full softness of 
her ripely mature body against his, her knee wedging in between his muscular 
young thighs and brushing tantalizingly up against his entrapped but eager 
penis. "Yes, indeed, you'll have to stay, won't you," she whispered again, 
this time sending her hotly inviting breath into his ear while her slender 
fingers traced wicked, provocative circles around them. 

Oh my God, Harry said to himself as he wrapped his strong young arms around 
her warmly enticing body, his hands smoothing down her long, tapering back 
to cup the firmly fleshy contours of her amply rounded buttocks, the thin 
material of her robe like a silken skin gliding over her own. He pulled her 
unresisting, throbbing loins closer into his own and a searing flame of 
impassioned desire swept up from his toes to the top of his blond, curly 
head! 

Tarzan, still obediently lying where his mistress had commanded him to stay, 
whimpered and howled softly in perplexed confusion. But his mistress didn't 
hear him, nor did the strange, thin man who held her close, whose gently 
undulating loins swayed against hers, whose long hands roamed at will over 
the voluptuously clad body of his beautiful young mistress as their two 
mouths locked in a fevered, tortured, passion-driven kiss while the sound of 
their heavy breathing filled the entire room. Tarzan whimpered again, a 
strong sense of pain and bewilderment clogging his mind because he simply 
could not understand what he saw, what his keen animal sense told him was 
about to happen. Again he whimpered, but still they didn't seem to hear. 
They were apparently too busy disrobing the satiny-smooth skin of his young 
mistress and he could see her creamy skin glistening in the moonlight that 
poured through the sliding glass doors like a love beacon. The dazed animal 
still remained lying there, his eyes fixed on the nakedly enticing body of 
his young mistress as the man began to fondle and kiss and caress her 
smoothly globular breasts and she worked feverishly to unfasten his shirt 
and then his trousers, both of them breathing with a heavy fire now. 

But the obedient German shepherd remained where he was, because his mistress 
had commanded him to remain. But he raised his head high, cocked it to one 
side and his ears stood erectly listening to the panting breathing of his 
mistress and this strange, impassioned man. He saw clearly their naked 
bodies locked together, moving stealthily towards the giant waterbed and it 
was then that he could stand it no longer, no matter what his mistress had 
said, and he stood up on all fours. As the massive animal slithered towards 
the bed he could see the man's nakedly exposed, thick hardness protruding 
from his curly-haired groin and now they were on the bed, rolling over the 
waves of smoothly undulating water, and the strange man was crawling between 
his lovely mistress's spreading sun-tanned thighs. What were they doing? 
With a keen sense of pain, the German shepherd's ears fell flat back against 
his enormous head and with the pain growing to an unbearable tormenting 
height, the bulky-bodied German shepherd slipped out of the open sliding 
glass doors and crawled silently into the night across the vast expanse of 
lawn. 

He didn't know where he was going, nor even if he would ever come back. All 
he knew was that he had to get away from the searing pain caused by the 
sight of his mistress and that strange, tall, thin young man locked nakedly 
together. Silently he stalked through the wooded grove, taking in the sweet 
fragrances of the forest, listening intently for the sounds of other animals 
moving about in the night. He didn't know how much time had passed when a 
vaguely familiar scent invaded his nostrils... sweetly pungent aromas 
drifted through the night towards him... a woman? Was that distinctive odor 
another sweetly perfumed human female? The dog saw a small cottage with a 
faint light glowing inside... yes, that must be where the sexually arousing 
aroma was coming from... 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Joan Simon didn't eat any supper that night she was too depressed and 
dejected and worried to have much of an appetite. She lay outstretched on 
her king-size double bed and on the nightstand beside her stood one empty 
wine bottle and one that was still half-full. The only light in the room 
spilled into it from the open bathroom door where the bright light over the 
sink remained turned on. The door to the living room stood slightly ajar, so 
that if Harry came back she would hear the outer door open and close. And 
the small glass door which opened from the bedroom to the patio outside 
stood wide, allowing the cool night breezes to flutter through the room, 
cooling the young wife's fevered, aching body. 

Her body still shook slightly with spasmodic muscular tremors, vivid 
reminders of the brilliantly exciting cum she had been denied by her 
husband. The dusk outside had melted into darkness now as the nakedly 
exposed young woman lay panting, her mind wandering in a wine-induced haze 
over the extraordinary events of that late afternoon when she and her 
handsome young husband had made unsuccessful love to each other out on the 
soft summer grass. 

One of her hands rested lethargically on the nakedly smooth skin of her 
fleshy, rounded thighs and the other lay with equal limpness on the satiny 
skin of her stomach. A choked sob sounded in her throat as her mind relived 
the image of her nakedly aggressive husband, his lean, muscular body closing 
in on hers, his bulging, pulsing prick protruding like a tall young oak from 
his blond, curly pubic timberland. The hair-fringed vaginal lips between her 
slowly spreading thighs tingled with renewed excitement as her mind pictured 
his heavily throbbing cock poised above her hotly, yearning vagina and a 
scorching flame of impassioned lust seared up between her thighs and on 
through her cunt walls as she imagined her young husband plunging his 
steel-like hardened shaft into the trembling, clenching depths of the hotly 
enveloping vagina down there between her legs, where now an unmistakable 
aromatic seepage came spilling out. 

Oh, Harry! Oh, please, Harry! God, how I wish you were here right now! How I 
wish you could satisfy this fire building inside me! Oh, Harry! 

Indeed, a roaring inferno was tearing through the young wife's still nakedly 
aroused body as she lay there on the bed, her mind hazed by wine and dazed 
by the traumatic episode with her young husband that had concluded so badly. 
The hand which had lain inactive along the creamy inner surface of her 
voluptuously curving thigh now became alive with lust, its fingertips 
stroking the soft outer fringes of her eagerly receptive vagina, spreading 
the moist carnation-colored flesh gently apart, caressing their smoothness 
hotly, liquidly. The passion streaming through her body imperceptibly took 
control of her mind as her long legs lifted up and bent and unbent 
alternately, the knees rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence as her hips 
slowly began to writhe and undulate in building lust. 

The hand which had lain lazily on the silken skin of her stomach now had 
moved to cup one of her voluptuously rounded breasts, kneading the 
straining, burning mound and strumming playfully at the trembling little 
nipple until it surged into vivid, vibrant erection. Merely touching her 
breast sent shivers of secret thrills coursing through her heated body and 
she sank back into the ocean of obscenely rising sexual feeling that had 
invaded her body and she was only dimly aware of her conscience fighting to 
gain control of her waywardly swaying body. All she could feel at that 
moment was the liquid fire tearing through her quivering breasts as her hand 
went from one to the other, teasing maddening little circles around the 
marble-hard nipples, kneading and fondling and caressing the spongy, 
resilient flesh until her hips were focused into an almost wild, frantic 
rocking motion of aroused desire. 

Joan's entire body was aflame now, but especially her loins where the 
pulsation between her nakedly splayed thighs felt like one enormous mass of 
exquisite, wet sensitivity that was threatening to explode into 
mind-shattering, soul-searing eruption. All consciousness now concentrated 
on satisfying her one overwhelming need and with a deep groan she fucked her 
outstretched middle finger deep into the viscous moistened mouth of her 
fire-filled cunt. The tight resistance of her invaded vaginal passage slowly 
gave way to the wriggling pressure of her plundering finger and the warm 
fleshy walls, still slippery from Harry's cum, contracted hotly, hungrily 
around it... and then it was joined by still another finger as the two 
together plunged rhythmically into the steaming, seething cavity like twin 
miniature cocks. The young wife's knees drew up and her legs scissored open 
as her hips arched and rocked in a rhythmic up and down motion while the two 
erotically working fingers fucked again and again into the hotly boiling 
mouth of lust up between her widespread thighs. 

"Oh, Harry! Oh my God," she cried aloud, suddenly dazed by the realization 
of what she was doing to herself as her nakedly rocking body trembled and 
quivered with erotic fire that was sweeping through it. She had never 
finger-fucked herself before and she knew full well what a wicked, sinful 
deed she was performing there in the silence of the night. Disgraceful... 
disgusting... perverted and depraved... she told herself how evil her deed 
was, and yet she didn't stop. The wave of self-lust that coursed through her 
nakedly swaying body was too strong, too overwhelming, too pleasurable and 
too infrequently felt to deny it now! One corner of her mind tried to 
persuade her to stop but it fought a losing battle against the rest of her 
desire-fevered mind and body. 

Her eyes clenched tightly closed as the soft fleshy walls of her vagina 
clenched and unclenched around her madly fingering fingers and so she didn't 
see the wolf-like animal that had slowly slithered into her bedroom from the 
open door to the patio... 

Tarzan had merely followed his nose, keenly smelling the fragrant aroma of 
what he suspected was another sexually aroused female human. The jealousy 
inside still tore at his belly and running away had done nothing to assuage 
that clamping pain, which continued to stalk him he inched closer and closer 
towards the source of that sweetly pungent scent. As he approached the small 
summer cottage his alert ears picked up the familiar sounds of heavy human 
breathing, sighing, panting that he had heard only that afternoon coming 
from his precious mistress. 

As he slipped through the open door, his sensitive eyes adjusted to the 
dimness and at once he saw the nakedly writhing form on the bed, her 
summer-tanned thighs spread wide apart, her small hand working feverishly in 
teasing, circular motions around her amply ripe breasts, while the other 
fucked madly up into the wetly seeping little hair-fringed hole between her 
obscenely spread legs. 

The young animal watched the rounded orbs of her tantalizing buttocks rise 
from the bed to meet her rhythmically working, plunging fingers and 
something familiar clicked in his mind... the hurt began to dissipate and 
dissolve into the blackness as the image of his own nakedly writhing 
mistress came back into his mind... and now this other strange female was 
rolling and writhing and pumping with the same rhythmic regularity... 
suddenly the wolf-like canine sensed a deep, burning stirring in his own 
quivering loins... 

He had reached the side of the bed now and he stopped, sat down and locked 
his eyes on the soft velvety folds of glimmering vaginal flesh where the 
erotically slithering fingers still worked busily. His jaws opened now and 
his pinkly moist tongue slipped out as his own breath began to come in 
panting spurts to match the rasping panting of the female human... 

It was then that Joan's eyes opened. Within seconds her instinct told her 
she was not alone and her eyes locked onto the hairy beast now panting 
beside the bed. Her hand froze in mid-thrust between her thighs and the 
other hand stopped suddenly its kneading and caressing of her excited 
breasts. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream as she stared in utter 
disbelief at her unannounced and unexpected intruder! His rounded, 
liquid-like eyes seemed like two limpid pools of blackness and the lolling 
of his glistening tongue seemed horrifying, frightening beyond belief at 
first. Was he a wolf? What would a wild wolf be doing around he house? What 
did he want? Was he a vicious, wild beast all set to devour her with his 
huge mauling jaws? She swallowed tightly, her fear constricting her throat, 
and raised her body slightly to get a better view of this unwelcome 
intruder. 

She wanted to scream but she couldn't. And then at last she stopped trying, 
deciding that a loud, piercing scream might only frighten him into attacking 
her even more viciously than whatever he already had in mind. Her eyes were 
riveted to him, to his massive thick bulk, to his enormous, open jaws, to 
his gleaming, razor-sharp teeth. With a sudden wave of relief she realized 
that he wasn't a wolf at all but a very large German shepherd dog! Still, 
German shepherds could be fierce, trained to kill or maim, as many were used 
as protective watchdogs. 

The dog sat there for some minutes, then placed one paw tentatively on the 
edge of the bed. Joan was too frightened still to move and so made no 
protest. But Tarzan took her inaction as an invitation and so his other 
front paw then followed the first one. God, he wants to get up here on the 
bed! What am I going to do? How am I going to stop him? 

Tarzan read her fear and whimpered pleadingly, wagging his tail in cheerful 
friendliness as his head now perched between his two front paws resting on 
the bed. His liquid black eyes looked sweetly up at this obviously 
frightened female in mute supplication and he whimpered yet again, while the 
fiery blood continued to pound through his animal veins. And then, with one 
sudden and brisk leap, he was on the bed beside her, tail wagging, eyes 
pleading, mouth watering with his long pink tongue lolling out! 

Again the young wife nearly screamed, but then thought better of it. She 
watched as the animal slowly moved up the bed towards her face and suddenly 
his expression didn't seem so fierce anymore... now it seemed to be growing 
more and more docile, more and more subservient, while his eyes carefully 
surveyed her nakedly exposed, sweat-glistening flesh. 

Abruptly, his tongue leaped into eager life and its hot slippery roughness 
licked against the smooth, naked flesh of her tight little belly. The young 
wife felt a distinctly seething, scorching sensation ripple through her 
shamelessly aroused body at the warm, wet touch of the animal tongue. Again 
and again his tongue roamed wetly, it thick surface licking hungrily against 
the soft skin of her sucked-in belly, sending wild tremors of lust-filled 
excitement ripping through the young wife's hotly inflamed body. 

The blonde, beautiful young wife let her head fall back in abject submission 
to the inciting licking of the animal tongue. Her gasping breaths caused her 
trembling breasts to rise and fall, their globular fullness half hiding the 
image of the lusty dog's hotly licking tongue as it continued its erotic way 
back and forth against the heated soft skin of her quivering belly. She 
could feel if not see his head moving upward, his flame-licking tongue wetly 
caressing the fevered skin all the way up from her stomach to the undersides 
of her tremulously excited breasts. An almost cold shiver passed along 
Joan's spine when that blissfully long wet licking tongue stabbed at the 
tiny berry-like bud of her already pulsating nipples! 

Unable to hide her growing passion any longer, the young wife let out a 
ecstatically long groan as his moistly fevered tongue actually reached her 
breasts, grazing wetly over the sensitively ripened buds of her nipples over 
and over again, sending mad spasms of unfettered joy spiraling through her 
again slightly undulating loins. It felt like a dragon breathing fire as his 
hotly licking tongue lunged out and caressed the naked hillocks of her 
wildly quivering breasts, damply twirling round and round the fire-filled 
nipples until the tortured young wife could not hold back her cried of 
agonized pleasure any longer. 

"Aaaaaauuuuugh! Ooooooooh!" her aching voice cried out into the night. Her 
head reeled, her thoughts seemed to collide against one another in her 
fevered mind. What was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! Why in 
God's name was she allowing this dangerous brute to run his tongue along her 
naked body? He could bite at any moment! But then... maybe not! He... he 
just... well, he doesn't seem fierce or brutal or dangerous! Maybe it's just 
that he needs a friend as badly as I do right now. After all, those eyes... 
those friendly, pleading eyes... 

Suddenly her thought were interrupted by a new and strangely exciting 
sensation that exploded like dynamite down between her lusciously 
wide-spread thighs. Something cold and wet had nestled between those 
thighs... lifting her head she saw that it was the giant dog's nose! To her 
stunned amazement, the canine head was slowly lowering, his hot animal 
breath racing like a flame-thrower through the sparse blonde curls of her 
pubic mound! His wet nose coolly brushed against the heated, lust-moistened 
flesh of her inner thigh... and then... and then... the passion-drenched 
lips of her precious vaginal passage! She heard another whimper fly out of 
his throat as he sniffed and smelled at the exotic fragrance of her 
lust-incited womanhood, his obscene investigation of her private pleasure 
regions sending new bolts of heated excitement streaking through her gnawing 
belly. Her mind immediately flew to the image of her own wonderful husband 
who had licked her there for the very first time in her life only that 
afternoon... Oh, Harry! Why can't it be you instead of this... this... this 
animal! Oh, Harry, I love you so! Need you so! 

Suddenly the young wife felt the cool wet nose of her animal lover probing 
between her outstretched thighs, rubbing wetly against the tiny puckered 
ring of her anus! Oh my God, she screamed silently as she lurched 
reflexively, gasping for breath as she felt his hot, rough-skinned tongue 
snake out to worm provocatively up and down the smooth pink canyon between 
her reluctant little rectum and her anxiously quivering vagina. 

"Aaaaaauuuuugh! Oooowwwwooo!" she cried aloud at the new and vibrant 
sensations of unparalleled arousal swept through her feverishly hungry 
loins. These sensations were so all-pervading, so all-powerful that the 
young wife didn't even think of resisting the lewd exploration between 
thighs that were wide-spread in open invitation to the strange animal's 
warmly licking lingual member. She didn't understand, even later, why she 
allowed her openly splayed cunt to be so tantalizingly explored and invaded. 
All she knew or cared about at that moment were the fire-flames of incensed 
lust coursing through her aroused and frustrated young body and the 
ultimate, ecstatic cum that would soon be hers if only this beautiful 
animal-lover would not desert her as her own husband had done! 

The young wife watched, mesmerized, as his wetly moving tongue began to lick 
greedily at the narrow pink slit up between her lewdly spread thighs. She 
trembled and moaned and groaned as he teasingly drew his long pink hotness 
up over the full length of her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, sending shivers of 
impassioned excitement chillingly through her loins. And then she lay back 
for the inevitable as his long, curling tongue speared into her softly 
yielding cunt, relentlessly spreading the nakedly exposed flesh until at 
last it slithered far up into her excitedly moistened vaginal cavern. Her 
breath caught in her throat as her body helplessly spasmed and shook and 
convulsed, her hips writhing and grinding salaciously around with 
uncontrollable frenzy in reaction to the wild, bestial caresses of this 
strange young animal's hotly fucking tongue. And he didn't, in the end, 
desert her as her own husband had but instead continued his frantic, erotic 
work as if he had been trained for nothing else but to lick cunt! 

The dog's whimpering increased and so did the young woman's, their sounds 
mingling together into one long wail of abandoned passion. Her wine-glazed 
mind sunk deeper and deeper into the enchanted oblivion of the lust-incited 
passions aroused by the sensuously licking tongue of this handsome German 
shepherd and nothing else in the whole world mattered but his continued 
licking, sending hotly scorching flames of desire tearing through every 
fiber of her wildly quivering belly. 

She didn't know how long it went on, only that it did. It was like passing 
through the imperial gates of heaven to be thus set afire by the hotly 
flicking tongue of this handsome canine lover. Her whole body rocked up off 
the mattress as her hips ground eagerly up to meet the impaling flood of the 
lewdly curling tongue fucking up into the clutching little mouth of her 
smoldering vaginal channel. 

"Ooooooooh! Goooooooood!" the young wife cried, desperately striving, 
building towards the blessed and ultimate release of a fiery, violent 
erupting orgasm that already threatened to inundate her wildly rocking 
loins. 

"Oh y-yes... do it... lick me... oh you big brute, lick my juices... touch 
me... taste me... make me cum! Oh God, oh please, make me cum... ooooooo!" 

Joan, by that time, well knew what she was saying. She also knew well what 
she wanted-soul-satisfying, mind-blowing release. Nothing less would do. 
With desire-contorted face, she reached down now to close her small, 
trembling hands around Tarzan's huge ears, drawing his nose ever deeper up 
into her seething, cunt walls as she lifted her knees up and back, she 
pulled them all the way back up to the ecstatically quivering tips of her 
breasts, to allow his firebrand nose and tongue their fullest depth of 
heated penetration up into the hotly engulfing cavern between her lewdly 
upraised thighs. 

Tarzan could easily sense her growing frenzy and he could also feel the 
desperate desire pounding through his own aroused loins. With renewed vigor 
he fucked his tongue again and again up into the eagerly clasping passage of 
her passion-drenched cunt, licking and swirling it salaciously around in the 
pinkly glistening folds of flesh between her hungrily grinding buttocks. 

"Oh lick me! Lick me! Oh, God, yes do it... more... lick my cunt you big 
beautiful beast... lick me... taste me... lick me... y-yeeeeeeeeeeees!" the 
young wife cried as the dog's whimpers invaded her ears. Her face was now 
nothing more than a lust-contorted mask of excruciatingly agonized pleasure 
as he body rocked and swayed and her legs opened still wider to invite even 
deeper and more heated penetration of the animal tongue which continued to 
flick without mercy up into her hotly seething cuntal flesh. 

Tarzan smelled as well as tasted the sweetly pungent human female genital 
flesh, the exotic aroma spurring his basic animal instincts to a frenzied 
fever-pitch. But even his keen instincts could not tell him what to do about 
the rapidly satisfied, to be eased of his flaming burden, was wrenching at 
his own body without mercy. 

Joan cried out in desperate protest as his magnificently licking animal 
tongue at last deserted its erotic task, moving slowly away from the open 
invitation between her wide-spread thighs and vaginal lips. Her head flew up 
off the bed and her eyes, glazed with liquor and passion, could not focus 
for several long moments while her fevered loins cried out for more erotic 
stimulation, her pinkly glistening pussy quivering with lust-driven 
excitement. When her eyes finally obeyed her tortured brain, she could see 
that the huge animal had backed away several steps from the steaming passion 
between her upraised buttocks and thighs and then he meekly stepped a few 
paces forward and began to nudge at her hip with his cool, wet nose. 

"What is it, lover?" the puzzled young wife panted desperately. "W-what's 
wrong... what do you want? G-God, you can't stop now... I... I... oh what is 
it?" 

Then, as if struck by a bolt of lightening, the young woman understood 
exactly what the huge animal wanted her to do. He wanted her to turn over! 
He wanted her to lie on her stomach! Perhaps he sensed her sudden 
realization, perhaps not, but at that moment the handsome young dog nudged 
her again, emphatically pushing his long wet nose against the fevered flesh 
of her sensuously rounded hip while mewling little whimpering sounds wafted 
from his panting mouth. 

Joan obeyed his implicit demand not out of fear but out of a desperate 
desire to fulfill her own abandoned lust, out of a screaming need to achieve 
her own sexual climax that had been so long denied her. She needed this 
animal now like she had never needed any man in her whole life, needed him 
and wanted him and wouldn't have let him go even if she had had the 
conscious choice! Like a docile female puppy the young wife rolled over onto 
her stomach, wondering what forbidden ecstasy of delight was yet to come 
from this loving, loveable brute. Instinctively, she spread her thighs wide 
again, and lay perfectly still, sensing his penetrating gaze and short, hot 
breaths roaming over the upturned cheeks of her smoothly curved ass. 

Only fractions of moments had passed when the young wife once again felt the 
sublime rapture of the hotly curling dog-tongue traveling up and down the 
wide-splayed canyon between her now impatiently quivering buttocks and a new 
explosion of lust-incited sensation spiraled through her simmering cunt and 
belly. She felt his loving, hotly licking tongue exploring and caressing and 
hugging the pinkly glistening valley until finally it reached the thin, 
hair-fringed lips of her lustfully inflamed pussy, where it licked hungrily 
at the passion-flushed folds of soft vaginal flesh as if trying to taste all 
the pungent sweetness of her seeping vaginal juices before teasingly curling 
up inside the steaming channel. 

"Oh God! God help me! Oooooooh!" Joan cried, encircled and ensnared in the 
wickedness and abandon of her reckless passion! She felt like she was about 
to lose her mind, as if her brain were about to explode into ten thousand 
tiny, irretrievable fragments! Even in her most vivid fantasies she had 
never imagined such scorching fires of pleasure, such sublime heights of 
erotic and exotic passions as the ones that were now running rampant through 
every nerve ending, every fiber of her nakedly writhing body! In her fevered 
imagination it felt like she was being transported to the very center of 
paradise again and again and again. Her own uncontrollable passion was 
sending her to the very brink... 

But her thoughts were invaded just then by a vivid new sensation that 
crashed through her desperately hungry loins for her animal lover was 
suddenly nudging beneath her pelvis to lift her up into a kneeling position, 
his animalistic desire as clear to her as if he had spoken it out loud! She 
obeyed his gentle nuzzling, elevating her lewdly wide-spread buttocks and 
waiting on her knees, slave-like, for the dog to take his pleasure from her 
churning, steaming cunt that already throbbed madly in naked, undisguised 
desire for his animal-cock! 

Tarzan then drew his thick, rough tongue again through the full length of 
her wet, fire-filled cuntal crevice while his human-lover gasped in 
tormented, agonized delight. Eagerly she strained to spread the rounded 
moons of her ass-cheeks still wider apart, her thighs trembling in eager 
anticipation of his lewd love-making. His long, spiraling animal tongue 
lashed out again with a hungry, greedy sweep, licking hotly through the wet 
inner flesh and flicking heatedly at the hungrily clasping mouth of her 
nakedly exposed vagina. 

The dog was working purposefully now, anxious to inflame her already burning 
cuntal folds and once he was satisfied that her straining young cunt had 
reached the required heights of lust-incited arousal, he moved his muscular 
body up behind her trembling, ass-cheeks and rose up on his hind legs. Then 
his strong forelegs locked like a vice around her wickedly upthrust hips! 
God, he's actually mounting me like I was a bitch-dog in heat! the young 
wife screamed to herself as she turned her head to look back at her hungry 
animal-lover. God! He was getting ready... to fuck her! To drive that 
scarlet animal cock right up into the insatiably waiting walls of her cunt! 
He was going to mount her and fuck it to her as if she were a German 
shepherd bitch! 

The young wife's desire-clouded brain whirled madly at the lewd and sinful 
thought of her nakedly spread cunt being fucked and cum up inside of by a 
huge, half-wild beast! The overwhelming sensations of his dog-tongue lashing 
and lunging around up inside her sensitive cuntal crevice blazed in her 
passion-drenched loins and overcome any reluctance her mind might provide. 
She groaned out in helpless passion as she saw in the dresser mirror the 
massive dog straddling her whitely rounded buttocks and a new quiver of 
sensual abandon rippled through her nakedly quivering loins in lustful 
anticipation of the impending invasion of his glistening, taper-tipped 
animal cock. 

She reached down and back between her sensuously swaying breasts and widely 
spread thighs, grasping the slippery scarlet animal-cock to art her softly 
wafting pubic curls with its tip as she guided it carefully with trembling 
hands towards the blonde-fringed mouth of her hotly waiting venal hole. 
Without further delay the enormous animal humped forward, tearing the 
elongated rod of animal flesh from her quivering grasp and fucking it with 
the same motion up into her. "Ooooohhh God!" she moaned through 
desire-contorted lips as she felt it spreading its lips and walls wider and 
wider as his long hot hardness rippled through her softly yielding cuntal 
flesh! 

The young wife's hips squirmed and churned hotly back against his brutal 
entry, pushing back to suck him deeper and deeper up into her wildly 
clenching cunt until, with a final, forceful fuck forward, his cock sank up 
to its fiery hilt in her obscenely stretched vagina! His heavy, 
sperm-bloated balls slapped lewdly down into the softly tickling strands of 
her pubic hair. 

"Oh my God!" the young woman cried, abandoning herself completely to the 
renewed flames of scorching passion that gripped her trembling vagina and 
sparked up through her tremulously swaying breasts. Her wide blue eyes 
bulged wide but they saw nothing, blinded by all all-consuming blaze of her 
lust-driven passion. Now her wildly panting animal lover began to excitedly 
fuck deep up into her hungrily clasping cunt hole, with rhythmic, steady 
lunges pumping against her nakedly straining body from behind. Every savage, 
breast-rippling thrust brought new tremors of abandoned lust as the long, 
cardinal-red rod pistoned in and out of her wetly clinging cunt, her hips 
moving backwards in a frenzied greeting to this masterful invader. Wild 
waves of unparalleled desire rampaged through her nakedly undulating body 
like a cyclone as his ever-thickening cock screwed deeper and deeper into 
the lust-tortured confines of her greedily enveloping vagina! Furiously, as 
if goaded on by some sex-driven demon, his savage muscular genitals battered 
and thudded up against her eagerly straining ass-cheeks, his enormously 
enlarged shaft of scarlet cock-flesh sinking in to its full length up inside 
the warm, resilient walls of her eagerly absorbing cunt. Uncontrollable, 
passion wrenching wails escaped from the deeply impaled young wife's lips as 
the relentless pounding persisted as she rotated her desperately working 
buttocks back at him with a frantic, impassioned frenzy, grinding her hotly 
clenching cuntal walls back over the fully blood-engorged length of his 
heavily plunging animal flesh as his cum-laden balls slapped almost angrily 
down against the nakedly exposed tit of her clitoris below. 

It could have been minutes and it could have been hours later when a 
blissful, sublime convulsion shook through her nakedly straining young body. 
Like a comet burning through the midnight sky, the rocketing spasm of 
unfettered lust bolted through her lust-crazed vagina and then traveled on a 
scorching path up from the tremulous depths of her belly to her pendulously 
quivering breasts. Sensing the sublime rapture of her exploding ecstasy, the 
dog fucking up into her from behind intensified his brutally pounding 
thrusts against the upturned nakedness of her widespread buttocks, his 
furiously fucking shaft of dog-flesh plunging mercilessly into the wildly 
sucking depths of her hotly convulsing cunt. The orgasm spiraled time and 
time again through her hotly seething loins and she wailed out loud as its 
inevitable shock waves roared like wild fire through her nakedly tremoring 
body. 

"Oooooowwwwwooooo! Aaaaaauuuugh! I'm cuuuuuuuuuming! God, I'm... really... 
cuuuuuuuuuuuuming!" 

The lust-driven dog heard her wild wail and took it as a signal to intensify 
his own efforts. A signal, however, that he didn't really need for his own 
lust-filled balls felt as though they were ready to explode with a fierce, 
fiery blast that would perhaps blast the human female forward and off her 
knees. 

And then it happened! His hotly flaming animal cum burst like a rocket out 
of his testicles and traced a fiery path up through the entire extended 
length of his blood-red penis and spewed wildly out into her still greedily 
milking cunt. He succumbed helplessly as a hotly scorching spasm shook his 
limbs and his groins and with one last final thrust, his muscular rear end 
surged forward so that the fully bloated length of his heavily erupting 
shaft lay buried deep up inside the warm, wet softness of the woman's wildly 
milking vaginal walls... 

At last it was over. 

The enormous beast fell back, exhausted. But it wasn't long before the woman 
sat up and began to stroke softly at the hairy flesh of his belly. And soon 
after that he was repeating the tongue-lashing performance around the hotly 
steaming channel of her openly spread cunt that had so incited her at the 
beginning... 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Donna Morton lay on the smoothly undulating surface of her giant waterbed, 
basking in the warm afterglow of successful sexual union. Her body still 
rippled with tremorous pleasure as she felt the now easy, gentle hands of 
her brother-in-law roaming tenderly over the satiny smoothness of her skin, 
first across her naked shoulders, then traveling down to the voluptuously 
sloping curves of her pink-tipped breasts, sending a renewed wave of 
delighted arousal through her naked body. With erotic tenderness his hands 
played over the soft supple skin of the smooth mounds, now and again the 
fingers tweaking and teasing the cherry-red nipples until they once again 
shot out in vibrant erection. 

It wasn't until the roaming hands began to travel down the length of her 
smooth, flat belly that the beginning flames of lust-incited arousal began 
to spread through her loins. His teasing fingers stopped to caress her 
navel, then slithered easily down to the darkly curling grove of soft pubic 
hairs, his fingers becoming lost in their curling tendrils. 

"Oh, lover, you really know how to turn a girl on," the voluptuously curved 
young woman whispered huskily. She whimpered audibly then when his searching 
hands finally found the pinkly glistening folds of her vaginal lips, already 
moistened by the inevitable passion-incited seepage of arousal juices. He 
fingered the tender, curl-fringed folds absently as she murmured and cooed, 
reaching out with her own hands to find the slowly inflating rod of male 
flesh growing from the blond forest of his loins. 

Harry's mind had been wandering back to the absurd episode with his wife 
that afternoon. Now that his anger had abated and his sexual passions had 
been satisfied, he wondered if he hadn't been too hard on his beautiful 
young wife. After all, he had denied her, although unintentionally, the 
sublime release of volcanic orgasm, but damn, she had never been so close 
before. Well, of course, she had managed to climb to the heights of sexual 
arousal before, but never with such an all-consuming fire, never with such 
an overwhelming, abandoned lust! He had finally seen her responding and 
reacting the way he wished she would... and then what? Then he hadn't been 
able to hold back his own passions and had unleashed his scalding thick cum 
into her tightly clenching vagina before she had reached that ultimate and 
sublime climax herself! No wonder she had reacted so bitterly! 

No wonder she had felt so overpoweringly frustrated that she had lashed out 
at him! Having finally discovered the true enormity of her own sexual 
desires, she had been, in the end, unable to fulfill those desires with the 
mind-wrenching, body-quaking ecstasy of complete and incomprehensible 
orgasm! 

His remorseful thoughts were then invaded by the sound of his 
sister-in-law's voice, which had a peculiar urgency about it. She had sat up 
and was shaking her head violently, as if trying to deny some terrible, 
frightening truth. 

"H-he's... gone!" she cried, the tears beginning to form around the corners 
of her eyes. 

"Gone? Who's gone?" her young brother-in-law asked, obviously perplexed by 
her sudden shift of mood. 

"Tarzan!" 

"What the hell are you talking about, Donna?" 

With a ringing, undeniable clarity, the young woman realized what must have 
happened. Her mind had wandered back to memories, blissful memories, of her 
afternoon in the forest with her loving lover-companion as Harry had been 
softly stroking her nakedly exposed genitals. It was then that she had 
turned her head to look at the dog, to pat him sympathetically on his 
enormous head and whisper encouragingly to him. But he wasn't there! 
Immediately, her breathing began to come in panicked, panting spurts, her 
chest heaving, her voluptuous breasts jiggling madly, her eyes beginning to 
cloud with tears. It was then that she had cried out. 

"Tarzan! Where did he go? He was right here, right by the side of the bed-" 
And then with a stunning clarity it hit her! She knew exactly what had 
happened. Her handsome, loving animal-lover had run off out of jealousy! She 
had hurt him, wounded his pride and his male ego, she had broken his heart 
just as hers had been broken several times before... and he had run off! 

"Jesus, woman, he's only a dog!" Harry exclaimed. 

Her eyes turned to him, burning with fury at his callous remark. Only a dog! 
He was her lover, her protector, the only male in the world who had ever 
treated her with any kindness, any respect. And now he was gone! Gone! What 
would she do? How would she survive without him? Would he come back? Oh, if 
only he would! 

"Get out," the angered woman screamed, blinded by her fury and the empty 
feeling of desertion that gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Then, her whole 
body sagged as if in abject resignation and she murmured almost under her 
breath, "Go on. Get out. Go back to your wife. She loves you, you know." 

Her last words had an astounding effect on Harry Simon. He had just been 
thinking the same thing himself. His mind had just begun to realize what a 
fool he had been and how much and how urgently he loved his wife. And he 
knew that she loved him too, in spite of what he had done to her that 
afternoon. Surely they could get back together... surely he hadn't yet 
sealed his fate... the picture of her maturely ripened, voluptuous body 
throbbing in his skull... her nakedly quivering, crimson-crested breasts 
yearning for the warm wet caresses of his eager mouth... the soft pink flesh 
of her anxiously throbbing vaginal lips... and then those spellbinding words 
from his own sister-in-law... "She loves you, you know. " The young woman 
sat sadly on the rocking waterbed, her head downcast, her mind searching for 
clues as to where her beautiful animal-lover could have gone. She couldn't 
even send Roger out to look for him since she had so cheerfully given Roger 
the night off! What was she going to do? Where could she even begin to look 
for him? Oh, God! What have I done to you, Tarzan! 

She was so lost in her unhappy thoughts that the sound of the door opening 
and the car starting barely penetrated her consciousness. Nor, some time 
afterward, did the sound of heavy male footsteps walking across her 
expansive living room... 

"Hello, sweetheart! Told you I might be back some day," a familiar voice 
chirped through an obviously drugged or drunken fog. 

Donna's head whirled round to see the towering figure of her handsome, 
bearded trombone player standing in her bedroom doorway, his face flushed 
above his beard, his hands arrogantly perched on his slender hips. 
Instinctively, the young woman pulled her diaphanous robe around her naked 
body and stared at the unwelcome intruder. 

"What the hell do you want?" she asked with more surrendering resignation in 
her voice than the anger she was beginning to feel. 

"What do you think I want? I want to fuck your beautiful little cunt again, 
that's what I want," he grinned, swaying slightly so that he had to hold 
onto the doorframe for support. It was only then that the raven-haired young 
woman noticed the two other bearded figures behind the first one. Each one 
had now stuck a hairy chin over Harry's shoulder and their eyes glared with 
undisguised lust at the nearly naked, voluptuously shaped body on the 
waterbed. 

"You slimy bastard! Get the hell out of my house and right now!" Donna 
screamed, suddenly frightened by the prospect of three drunken men who could 
easily overpower her if they so desired. 

"Oh... you don't really want me to go away, do you," her five-day ex-lover 
asked teasingly. "Especially not after I told my buddies here what a great 
fuck you are! I mean, we can't let them down, can we? I told them what a 
gorgeous set of tits you got... and they can see that for themselves right 
now, can't you, fellas?" 

"Yeah!" they echoed in unison with salacious delight. 

"See? What did I tell you? And besides, we've been so patient and so polite! 
We even waited until your boyfriend decided to leave so we wouldn't be... 
interrupting... any-thing!" he added mockingly. 

The three young men now stepped into the room and slowly approached the 
cringing, crouching naked figure rocking on the waves of the enormous 
waterbed. One of the strangers was tall and thin, built very much like her 
brother-in-law who had just left. His face was almost thoroughly covered 
with a straggling beard and his hair hung down loosely over his shoulders. 
He had tiny dark eyes that seemed to be buried behind puffy cheeks, gleaming 
with incited lust at her nakedly trembling body. The other stranger was 
heavier, fair-skinned and fair-haired, his beard trimmed short just around 
his jawline. His eyes, too, were dark and mysteriously gleaming at her 
nakedly exposed vulnerability. 

"Please... leave me alone," Donna murmured. "Go away. Just get out of here, 
will you?" 

"Aw, you don't really want us to leave," the trombone player laughed. "And 
before I've even introduced you to my two friends here? No, that would never 
do!" 

With swaying steps they approached relentlessly and a quaking fear rippled 
through Donna Morton's body. Every muscle in her nakedly exposed body tensed 
as her ex-lover fell heavily onto the bed and grabbed at her robe, which he 
then tossed aside as if it were a soiled rag. 

"Hi, lady! Let's see... the big blond fella there is Joe... the other one, 
his name is Floyd... and then there's me," he added drunkenly. "You used to 
call me 'lover-boy'... but I guess now you can call me... Tommy!" 

Donna Morton looked from one to the other of the three strangers before her 
eyes whose intentions were unmistakable. And also unavoidable. She knew 
there would be no escaping for her, that any one of them could easily 
overpower her into complete submissiveness. Oh, where was Tarzan! He would 
protect her! Oh, if only he hadn't run away! 

It wasn't long before the three young men were naked as well and for once in 
her life, Donna Morton found herself petrified by the sight of the already 
excited male organs of these three. Her remorse for Tarzan had disheartened 
her and now those three spears were pointed straight in her direction and 
her feeling of helplessness, added to the abject regret, made her tremble 
violently, her nipple-capped breasts quivering on her heaving chest, her 
about-to-be-ravaged vagina trembling in anticipation of her inevitable entry 
that was soon to come. 

"Look... I... I " the defenseless young woman stammered. "You're not... not 
going to... " 

"Not going to what?" Tommy laughed. "Not... not all three of you at one 
time? the quaking young woman ventured, not sure that she wanted to hear the 
answer after all. "What else?" Floyd responded. 

"Listen, baby, we're experts at this," Joe offered. "Believe me, you'll be 
climbing the walls before we get through with you!" 

"Come on, come on, enough talking. Let's do what we came here to do," the 
dark-haired Floyd cried out impatiently, his eyes glazed with a burning 
lust. 

"Yeah, she's ready and waiting for us, ain't you, baby?" Tommy hissed. "Been 
making it with her boyfriend and now she's ready for more! We can fuck her 
any way we want!" 

"I want her cunt," Joe exclaimed, his hand slowly stroking his huge bulbous 
penis into threatening rigidity. 

"Yeah, and I'll take her asshole," Tommy grinned hungrily. His tongue lashed 
out to swirl around his parted lips as he turned to the remaining member of 
the tribe. "Guess that leaves you with her lot little lips, Floyd!" 

Donna cringed down on the bed in horror as the threatening, lewd words 
crashing through her brain. My God! They were actually going to do that to 
her, all three of them at once! Oh my God, Oh Tarzan, where are you? If only 
you were here... you would protect me, I know you would! 

"Say, Floyd, come on round here and hold her for us until we both get our 
pricks into her. Then you can let her suck you off, " Tommy said, his words 
shattering against her tormented mind. Could nothing stop them? No, the 
young woman knew it would be useless to plead. Her only hope was that it 
would all be over as soon as possible. 

Tommy walked round to the other side of the bed and she felt the waterbed 
rock under his weight as he rolled her over onto her stomach and pressed her 
face tightly down into the soft sheets of the bed. Then she felt the heavy 
fleshiness of his familiar cock insinuated in the soft, yielding crevice of 
her vulnerable buttocks as he rolled half onto her naked body and began to 
smooth his hand over her nakedly exposed skin. 

"Mmmmmm... she's as soft as silk," he murmured, his big hand moving up to 
clutch at a melon-shaped breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking the rosy 
nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, what a tit!" he exclaimed 
happily. "Feel that, boys!" 

They followed his instructions implicitly, each one in turn and harshly 
while Tommy's middle finger found her defenselessly open cunt from behind, 
playing with it, teasing it, tracing maddening circles around her sensitive 
clitoris, then at last thrusting teasingly up into her soft, yielding 
vaginal flesh. Hands were suddenly all j over her nakedly cringing body, 
kneading and pinching at her breasts, worming into her wretchedly squirming 
cunt... but none were as cruel and lascivious as Tommy's, who forced her 
tighter and tighter down onto the undulating mattress, spreading the soft, 
spongy cheeks of her buttocks apart and taunting without mercy at the 
tightly puckered ring of her anus. 

"God, what a gorgeous ass! Oh boy, I can hardly wait to get in there," Tommy 
mumbled. 

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Floyd cried eagerly. "Fuck her! Fuck into 
her asshole! Shove your cock right in there!" 

And then, with quivering dread, Donna felt his powerful hands opening the 
soft, trembling cheeks, drawing the spongy buttocks apart even further. She 
clenched the smooth, ivory spheres and tried to hold them together, but it 
was a useless effort. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their 
lust-filled gazes and as he pressured her ass-cheeks further apart she could 
feel the cool night air brush over the tightly clenched mouth of her 
vulnerable rectum. Tears suddenly began to flow down her flushed cheeks as 
she heard the three young men gasp together while Tommy's torturing finger 
teased at the rubbery rectal opening. A sharp, abrupt pain followed with the 
lewd worming insertion of the penetrating finger up to its first knuckle 
joint. The muscles of her creamy buttocks clenched again and her anal 
passage gripped defensively as his finger continued to try to worm its way 
up into the darkly mysterious depths of her rectal passage. 

Tommy, grinning like a Cheshire cat above her trembling, softly rounded 
buttocks, declared, "Hey, look at that little asshole suck up onto my 
finger, will you?" 

"Let it grab onto your cock, for Christ's sake," Joe sputtered. "Ram it into 
her, why don't you! We're about ready to shoot out our wads back here!" 

"Hey, you guys, we got all night, remember? What's the hurry? Besides, maybe 
if we're real nice to the little lady... she'll ask us for more when this is 
all over! Won't you, baby?" 

But he didn't wait for an answer. Again, that lewdly salacious grin crossed 
his face and he thrust his plunging finger deeper into the soft, rubbery 
channel to the palm of his hand, causing the young woman to grunt painfully 
from deep in her chest. It was then that he began the smoothly rhythmic 
fucking motion, sending his plundering finger in and out of her helplessly 
exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm, velvety passage in preparation 
for the massive thickness that was yet to come. 

Finally, in hopeless desperation, Donna relaxed in resigned surrender. She 
only wished that they would hurry and get it over with, that her tormented 
resignation would help her through this hopeless ordeal. In the mirror of 
her dressing table she could see clearly as she lay flat on her stomach with 
Tommy's strong muscular young legs locked between her smoothly tanned ones, 
holding them apart and exposing the nakedness of her loins to his lustful 
gaze. She couldn't help but gaze in subject fascination into the reflected 
images in the mirror. And then she saw him draw the heavy foreskin back over 
the crimson-tipped head of his penis, pointing it directly at the tiny 
puckered hole of her rectum which he had already stretched and prepared with 
his mercilessly probing finger. 

Yet again his hands spread her trembling buttocks wide apart, then he rolled 
further onto her nakedly exposed back to slowly press the blood-bloated head 
of his cock down into her moistly quivering, openly vulnerable vaginal lips. 
Her whole body shook with a shiver of dread at its contact, her muscles 
consciously tensing as he laid the fully extended length of his 
lust-hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her widespread ass, its 
throbbing head poised to leap like a demon into her snug, unwilling anus. 
Then, unable to take her bulging eyes from the reflected images in the 
mirror, she watched as he raised himself on his young elbows and pressed his 
hips forcefully forward, aiming the crimson-capped head of his cock directly 
at the cringing mouth of her anal passage. 

Then, she felt it in all its enormity. She felt it pushing relentlessly 
against her unwilling anus and she gaped, wide-eyed into the mirror to see 
the brutally stiffened, blood-pulsing cock suddenly pop like a cork through 
her tightly clenched sphincter muscle. 

"Christ! Get it out! You're hurting me, damn you!" she cried, her face 
flushed and covered with salty tears. 

"Hey, relax, baby. It'll feel better real soon. Just relax. Soon you'll be 
enjoying this as much as I am," Tommy responded. 

She tried to relax, tried to ignore the momentary pain searing through her 
rectum as she watched in the mirror-the now grotesquely stretched orifice 
began to give a little more, spreading obscenely, slipping up over it like a 
custom-made glove and absorbing the probing tip of his anxious cock. The 
pain spread through her like wildfire, despite her efforts to relax which 
she knew would be her only salvation. In the mirror she could see Tommy's 
triumphant grin just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying 
half the hardened, fleshy rod into the softly velvet channel of her vainly 
clenched rectum. 

Her groans somehow became clogged in her throat as automatically the satiny 
orbs of her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the depraved and unwanted 
assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with 
each protesting movement of her tortured body, Tommy's massive, turgid cock 
was sinking that much deeper into her desperately unwilling and vigorously 
objecting asshole. 

"Hey!, Floyd! Hold her shoulders down-I gotta lift her ass up.," Tommy 
hissed from between tightly clenched teeth. 

The young woman then felt two pairs of hands moving on the nakedly sweating 
flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being firmly held, unable 
to struggle as Tommy lifted her whitely shimmering buttocks up into the air, 
his knees moving in between her lusciously fleshy thighs to push them wide 
apart, spreading her already stretching ass-cheeks farther and farther apart 
to allow his cock its deepest possible penetration into the warm dark 
confines of her rectal corridor. She felt warm tears trickling down her 
red-flushed cheeks as the pain spread from her cruelly invaded rectum 
through her quivering belly and once again her eyes locked onto the vividly 
obscene images in the mirror. Now the desire-inflamed faces of the other two 
young men moved in closer towards her licentiously upraised buttocks to 
watch the heated rod of thick, hard flesh that was slipping inexorably 
deeper and deeper into the soft, warm depths of her defenseless rectum. And 
then, all of a sudden, with a loud, smacking noise it sunk incredibly all 
the way in until his heavily swaying balls slapped hard down against her 
naked flesh. 

Mercifully, she had stopped struggling, realizing from long experience that 
the only way to escape the mind-splitting pain was to either lay as still as 
possible, or to cooperate fully, which, at the time, she was incapable of 
doing. Yes, the only way to bear the lust-incited assaults of these cruelly 
savage young men was to relax all her muscles so that they would satisfy 
their carnal passions and be gone as soon as possible. Although the pain 
from Tommy's asshole impaling penis was almost unbearable, she tried not to 
move knowing that any movement from her at all would only suck him in deeper 
into her tightly protesting anal canal. 

The helplessly invaded young woman groaned again, a groan which she couldn't 
stifle, as again the pitiless picture of her own debasement was reflected in 
the all-seeing mirror. She tried to focus her mind on something more 
pleasant... some other lover she had enjoyed to her passionate utmost... 
some other time in some other place... Tarzan! Again, her thoughts flew to 
her lover-companion and the way she had shamefully treated him, neglected 
him, causing him to run away from her. Oh, Tarzan! Oh, God, please come 
back! Please! 

But her wildly reeling thoughts were interrupted just then as she felt the 
enormous cock pushing solidly into her now, rubbing and expanding to a far 
greater width of her ravaged back passage. She felt Tommy's strong young 
hands, too, as he gripped at he sensuously flaring hips while he fucked and 
rammed into the darkly mysterious depths of her futilely cringing asshole. 
Each new thrust brought with it a new wave of scorching pressure and the 
discomfort unleashed agonizing groans from deep in the naked young woman's 
throat. The sheet under her face was by now soaked with the water of her 
tears and she could see in the mirror as he plunged into her defenselessly 
upturned ass with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of his 
wildly pulsating cock right up into her ovally stretched rectum until she 
could feel his cum-bloated balls buffeting each time down against her 
tightly straining cunt below. 

Her eyes still locked on the lewd images reflected in her mirror for all the 
young men to see, she watched as the one named Joe climbed onto the bed and 
then she felt the water beneath her roll even more vigorously from the 
weight of this additional young man. She felt him now squeezing at one 
ripely swaying breast and trace his desire-driven hand down her naked body, 
pulling and kneading at her softly resilient flesh-and then she saw it! His 
blood-pulsing, turgidly hard cock standing out like some proudly erect 
tree-trunk from the blond forest of his pubic hair! 

"Hey, let's flip her over so I can fuck her cunt!" Joe called to his cohort 
Tommy who was mesmerized, his eyes riveted on the thin, pink ridges of anal 
flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time he withdrew 
his thickly pulsing penis from the mercilessly skewered passage. 

"Hey, baby, are you ready for the old double-fuck," he asked, smiling down 
at her tapering back. "Believe me, you're gonna love this! But then, this is 
nothing new to you, is it, baby?" 

Her only reply was an agonized glance, knowing that there was no use in 
protesting this impending torment. She knew she couldn't fight for it was 
useless for a small but well-developed woman to succeed over three strong 
young men. And she would have screamed, except that she realized no one in 
the world would hear her! Thoughts of escape flitted through her dazzled 
mind but she knew that was a futile hope. Nothing, nobody, could save her 
now! 

Suddenly, she felt Tommy grasping at her hips again and rolling her over to 
one side, pulling her backwards on top of his muscular young naked body, 
bringing another helpless groan of pain and surprise from her fevered lips 
as he lay outstretched beneath her. Her smooth, hollowed back pressed down 
against his furry young stomach and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on 
the outside of his own and his blood-throbbing cock lay meanwhile buried 
still to its entire, elongated length deep up in the vainly straining depths 
of her deeply impaled asshole. She was hopelessly skewered on his heavily 
pulsing cock and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. 

Vaguely, she began to feel as of she didn't want to do anything about it... 
hazy, incoherent stirrings of desire somehow dissolved into her bloodstream 
through the blinding pain... faint tremors of reluctantly awakened passion 
began to creep into her loins... 

Then, in the mirror, she saw Joe grinning like a lewd satyr, crawling on top 
of her, forcing his strong young thighs in between hers and Tommy's, 
spreading her legs even farther apart and aiming his hard impatiently 
jerking cock to fuck it quickly into the moist, pressure-stretched channel 
of her invitingly glistening pussy. 

"Oh, God! Oooooooooooh! Please!" the young woman moaned as the new invader 
wormed up into her still cum-slippery cunt until she felt his heavy, 
sperm-bloated balls slap hard against the open cheeks of her helpless, 
trembling buttocks, joining the other spearing cock sunk to its hilt in her 
tightly cringing ass. She whimpered helplessly, the pain rippling through 
her nakedly quivering body... then mingling somehow with a strangely aroused 
passion... until her cry became one of agony mixed with creeping pleasure. 
She could feel the heated throbbing twin cocks as they plunged their fiery 
way into the narrowly separated orifices, each reaching deeper and deeper 
into her tender young body divided only by a tissue-thin layer of flesh 
separating her cunt and asshole. 

Floyd was watching now in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust. His 
hands went automatically down to his own heavily aching hardness and began 
to massage it with smooth even, pumping strokes as his mouth watered and his 
eyes bulged at the sight so licentiously displayed before him. He saw Joe 
now fucking into the young woman's hotly spread pussy with an almost angry 
rhythmic fucking motion while Tommy's hips undulated up and down from 
lifting all three of them practically off the bed, as his own wildly fucking 
cock plunged in and out of the warmly darkened anal passage with abandoned 
delight from below. Finally, the two young men fell into the rhythmic 
cadence that pounded the helplessly naked girl between them like a battered 
rag doll. 

"Man, I've never seen a double-fuck like this," the beady-eyed young man 
groaned, his eyes still locked on the obscene sight. "What a fucking you 
guys are giving her! I'll bet she never had it so good before!" 

He bent over now so that his face was only a few precious inches from the 
young woman's wide stretched genital openings like the desire-driven pistons 
that they were. His breath almost stopped in his throat as he watched the 
pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling apart with Joe's cock an the 
outstroke and disappearing lewdly back up inside again as he fucked in 
again, deep up into her nakedly quivering belly. 

And the same sight came to his eyes when he directed his gaze to Tommy's 
thickly plunging hardness as it sucked and pulled out of her, drawing the 
soft pink ridges of her tightly clenched asshole with it, then wetly reaming 
back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the 
soft yielding cheeks of her helplessly quivering buttocks. He knew he 
couldn't wait another minute. The salaciously exciting adventure now being 
enjoyed by his two comrades had excited him to already threatening heights 
of passionate arousal and if he waited any longer he would cum right then 
and there, without ever having received his end of the bargain! 

Donna flung her head now from side to side, her mind a dazzled maze of 
confusion. The discomfort sweeping up through her nakedly trembling body, 
being ravaged by the twin plundering of two relentlessly driving cocks, was 
slowly, somehow, melting into a slowly creeping desire that she could feel 
crawling relentlessly through her loins. All her energy was concentrated 
down there now, concentrated on the wetness and slipperiness down there 
between her hopelessly splayed thighs. Her mouth opened and closed in 
torment as those two great holes were being drilled mercilessly and she 
tried to squirm up or clench her smoothly rounded buttocks together to 
contain the pain but then she realized quickly how useless an effort that 
was... and anyway... that strangely growing arousal prohibited her from 
protesting too strenuously. 

Yes, it was true. Her body and her mind were slowly adjusting to the dual 
driving forces down there between her thighs and suddenly, it was almost 
beginning to feel good! Yes, almost... 

It was at that moment that the young woman felt a hand entwined in her hair, 
guiding her flushed face to one side, and then there were powerful 
fingertips opening her mouth and a smooth, rubbery cock-head teasing against 
her parted lips. She opened her eyes to see the third man's thick hardened 
penis about to crash into her face. This, at last was what she loved best of 
all! Now at last she would have a cock to suck on until she couldn't suck 
and longer! She relaxed her lips then and let the lewdly grinning young man 
open them with his fingers and slide his impatiently throbbing cock far up 
into the warmly moist saliva of her willing engulfing mouth. She could feel 
it, hot and pulsing, sliding up the full length of her tongue, filling her 
cheeks completely with its fleshy rigidity. Floyd held her face firm with 
his strong hands and began a slow, rhythmic fucking into her mouth, causing 
her at first to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its 
full elongated length disappearing up between her tightly ovaled lips. 

Suddenly, the pain and humiliation began to subside and a strange new 
tingling, lustful sensation took their place in the young woman's mind and 
body. The very thought of herself being brutally fucked at every bodily 
entrance by three strong young men at the same time, lewdly began to excite 
her, causing a strange desire-driven hunger to begin swirling in her belly, 
and from around the vibrantly throbbing cock fucking into her tightly 
clenching lips, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Her slowly 
awakening, nakedly sprawled body began to undulate, her hips rocking back 
and forth, her cuntal and anal muscles consciously clenching against the 
hard, lust-powered cocks of flesh pummeling into her ravaged genitals. 

She moaned again and her moistly glistening lips tightened around the 
massively thick cock fucking into her warmly accepting mouth, her cheeks 
ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Floyd's hard, vicious drives, and 
suddenly delighting in the touching of its pounding veins and wrinkles as 
her tongue lapped voraciously at the throbbing, blood-filled head, its tip 
searching for the tiny split at the end. At the same time she felt her own 
creamy smooth buttocks moving downward against Tommy's up-thrusting cock 
digging into her nakedly exposed rectum, and then forward and upward to suck 
in all of Joe's passionately pistoning cock into her now insatiable, warmly 
clinging pussy. A "sudden wild flood of desire-ridden, sublime ecstasy raced 
like wildfire throughout her whole writhing being and nothing mattered at 
all except the three lust-hardened cocks fucking into her every bodily 
orifice and she rocked crazily, like a woman possessed, to meet their 
demonic assault, to suck them all into her madly delirious body as far as 
they would go. 

Yes, yes, she wanted it! Wanted the one they called Floyd, to cum into her 
throat, to swallow the sticky, bittersweet pungency of his masculine young 
cum! Wanted Joe to flood out into her hotly aching cuntal cavern with every 
last ounce of his precious sperm-laden fluid! Wanted Tommy, the deserting 
bastard, to fill her writhing rectum with every tiny ounce of cum left in 
his balls! 

Floyd didn't keep the anxiously rocking young woman waiting for very long. 
His wildly jerking cock burst like a gushing hose, shooting thick streams of 
the scalding white liquid deep into her throat, her cheeks bloating and 
contracting as she swallowed to keep from gagging on the great continuous 
jets spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in voracious, quick gulps, 
fastening her wetly glistening lips like a vice tightly around the cumming 
cock, afraid of losing even one single molecule of the precious scalding 
male fluid. Even so, small trickles dribbled out from the corners of her 
mouth as young Floyd groaned and rolled away from her, his rapidly deflating 
cock slithering limply from between her still feverishly grasping lips while 
thin, sticky trails of the white glimmering semen stretched from her lips to 
his cock as it slowly backed away... 

Her mouth now free, she parted her lust-moistened lips and cried "Oh, yes, 
fuck me, boys! Damn you bastard! Fuck me good... hard... yeeeeeees, 
pleeeeeeeeeezzzzzzz! Oh, harder! Damn you!" 

At the sound of her madly passionate wailing, the two young men fucked ever 
more furiously into her lushly exposed genitals, and she fucked them back 
with the same wild abandon, the same grinding fury, stroke for stroke, as 
they continued to ram and slam into her cunt and her asshole, all three of 
them now moaning with a savage, ecstatic sexual abandon. 

"Ooooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaauuuugh! Owwwwwwwwww! God, yeeeeeeeeeees! Fuck me! 
Split me! Keep fucking, you bastards! Keep fucking! Owwwwwwww! Harder! 
Faster! fuuuuuuuuuckkkk meeeeeeeee!" 

She knew just how to provoke a man into wildly frantic action and that was 
exactly what the nakedly writhing young woman did! The salacious thought of 
being fucked by two powerful young men while the thin dribble of white cum 
of another still filled the warm recesses of her hungry mouth suddenly drove 
her into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust, all the more so because, at the 
beginning, she had been the unwilling object of their lustful desires. Now, 
she couldn't get enough of it, couldn't have enough of their elongated 
thicknesses plunging into her greedily sucking cunt and her tightly 
clutching asshole. Her mind exploded with wild visions of pagan... desire... 
nothing... else... mattered... nothing else existed but the unholy, ecstatic 
sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling, 
churning belly. 

"OH! Cum into me! Spill your cum into me now! Fill me! Fuck me! Shoot it 
into me all together! Owwwwwwoooooooo!" she wailed like an untamed savage, 
the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracting like a tiny 
sucking baby's mouth around the thickly turgid cocks slamming like 
lust-crazed demons into her. 

And then, Tommy began shouting obscenities which Donna was too delirious to 
hear and at that second, her naked body writhing and twisting with a lewd 
recklessness between the two desire-crazed men, she felt a hot boiling river 
of thick cum shooting deep up into her greedily clenching rectum as her own 
sublime orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of ecstatic 
rapture jetting through her like a shooting star. She could feel every 
throbbing sensation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its full load of 
white creamy liquid into her still sucking bowels. And then Joe! Joe grunted 
and rammed his madly jerking cock as far up into her wildly clasping cunt as 
possible and she kicked her legs up and back as high as she could, groans 
sticking in the back of her throat, as his demonically pulsing prick let 
loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the 
depths of her trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling 
hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of rapturous ecstasy 
overwhelming them all... 

When at last it was all over, their joint panting filled the air for a long 
time. Finally, Joe rolled his long thin body from between her still splayed 
legs, his limp cock slipping from her flooded vagina like pulling the cork 
from a wine-filled bottle. Then, Tommy lifted her nakedly tremoring body 
from his, his cock popping out with a loud wet, sucking sound from her 
sperm-flooded rectal passage. She was lying there alone, exhausted, rolling 
on the sensuous waves of her waterbed, her legs still obscenely spread as 
they left her, the fresh night air suddenly pouring in over her hotly naked 
body like a soothing salve. 

"Not bad, Tommy. Not bad at all," Joe smiled as he stood nakedly by the bed, 
staring down at the young woman still sprawled nakedly out on the undulating 
waves of the waterbed. "No, not too for the first round!" 

"Would I steer you wrong?" his bearded friend replied, a lewdly lecherous 
grin slowly growing again on his lust-flushed face. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Harry Simon stumbled from his car to the front door of his house, still a 
little foggy-minded from the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed that 
afternoon and evening. His thoughts crowded in on one another, memories of 
his brief liaison with his voluptuous sister-in-law, images of his 
curvaceous young wife nakedly writhing on the soft cool green summer grass 
as his own blood-filled cock plunged into her warmly moist vagina. Yes, he 
loved her, no questions about that, and he hoped fervently that she wasn't 
still angry with him. 

It was just after he had crossed the threshold of the front door that the 
unmistakable sound of heavy, panting breathing reached his liquor-clouded 
mind. He reached to support himself on the nearby wall and strained his ears 
to listen. What the hell was going on here? Knots formed in his wretched 
stomach and then he heard his wife's unmistakably sex-filled voice crying 
into the night. 

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, darling! Aaaaauuugh! 

Owwww, fuck me! Ow, lover, drive it into me! Now! Hard! Harder! I-I need it 
so badly!" 

Abruptly, the young man bolted towards the open door of the bedroom where a 
dim light cascaded onto the bed from the open bathroom door. He knew damned 
well that the voice he had heard was his own wife's passion-crazed voice... 
and what she said must mean that there was someone else in there with her! 
Someone with a lust-hardened cock who was about to ram it up into the 
steaming channel of her frustrated cunt! A rage boiled up inside Harry's 
rapidly reeling mind as he staggered forward to confront his unfaithful 
young wife. Damn! What had gotten into her anyway? He had never heard her 
use the word fuck before, much less ask for it! 

The sound of her ragged breathing continued to invade his consciousness as 
he stumbled along towards that half-open bedroom door, clinging to chairs or 
tables for support along the way. When he arrived at last and pushed the 
door, his eyes and mouth flew open wide, and a startled cry of shock stuck 
in his throat. That dog! That was Donna Morton's great German shepherd! And 
he was fucking his long scarlet animal cock deep up into Harry's preciously 
pure little wife's hotly spread cunt! Her hips were raised obscenely up in 
lewd, slavish acceptance as the enormous animal fucked into her from behind 
like he would fuck into a bitch in heat! And... and... damn her, she was 
enjoying it... begging for it... loving every obscene stroke! 

The young husband nearly toppled over in his boiling rage and were he not so 
drunk he might have had the strength and the presence of mind to strangle 
the brute along with his wife which is what his masculine instincts told him 
to do. However, he merely froze there by the door, sick with outrage, 
nauseated with sickening anger as his eyes locked on the nakedly writhing 
body of his beautiful young wife kneeling lewdly, down on all fours and 
impaled almost to the tits on the long smooth length of the thick, turgid 
dog-cock... and then, suddenly, as he moved inch by inch closer to the 
bed... she saw him. Her eyes flew open in fright as her long blonde hair 
spilled over her passion-flushed face. 

"Jesus, woman... what in the hell are you doing? Damn you!" he cried, his 
hands flying out in all directions. 

But she didn't respond. 

"For Christ's sake, Joanie, what in God's name is this all about? How in the 
world... " he stammered, unable still to believe what his eyes told him was 
true. 

"This... is... fucking! Satisfaction! Pleasure! Call it what you like," she 
muttered through her passion, her hips not missing a beat and wildly rocking 
back to meet each new thrust of the passion-driven animal cock. 

"What's the matter with you, woman?" 

"Nothing... not now. You left me... alone... and now... at last... I'm 
getting really fucked!" she panted, her eyes glazed with unparalleled lust. 

Before he could say anything more, Harry saw his wife's creamy white 
buttocks begin a frenzied grinding back against the massive animal's loins 
and he could see that cardinal-red rod of dog-flesh plundering into the 
pink, hair-fringed pussy lips, glistening with lust-aroused moisture, of his 
own beautiful young wife! The dog, unmindful of his presence, fucked forward 
until his whole lengthened pole was sunk into her seething cunt up to its 
hilt, his balls slapping heavily against his wife's nakedly heated flesh, 
and then pull back so that only the scarlet tapered tip remained clutched in 
the warm fragrance of her vaginal entranceway. 

And then, through his alcoholic daze, through his stunned surprise, he heard 
his wife again. 

"Oh fuck me, you brute! Show my husband how to really fuck a woman crazy, 
darling!" 

Harry thought he would go out of his mind! Here was a scene more depraved, 
more degenerate, more goddamned obscene than any he had conjured up even in 
his most vivid sexual fantasies! And it was his own wife! His very own 
precious, previously reluctant wife! Here she was, nakedly kneeling on her 
knees, giving herself willingly to a damned dog! What the hell was she 
trying to prove, anyway? 

It was just as he was beginning to ponder his own last question, trying to 
figure out what it was she was trying to prove-to herself or to him-when she 
cried once again invaded his consciousness. 

"Yeeeees, fuck me! Ooooooh! You big beautiful beast, let me have it! Give me 
all of that handsome young cock of yours! Ooooooaaaaaugh!" 

Yes... that was it... she was trying to show him something... trying to show 
him that she had at last discovered her own sexual identity... she had at 
last discovered the inexhaustible limits of her own sexual desires... and 
he, her own husband, Harry Simon, had let her down! He had aroused her 
new-found desires until she was virtually on the brink of her first truly 
successful sexual orgasmic explosion... and he had left her! Without her own 
satisfaction! No wonder... no wonder... yes... 

The young husband's eyes were locked and his mind mesmerized. He saw the 
powerful dog's thickly throbbing cock and felt his own begin to stir with 
life inside his trousers. The continued sounds of her moans and groans and 
of the masterful dog's whimpering nearly drove the young husband out of his 
mind with a new boiling desire bubbling in her excited loins. As she 
continued to cry and writhe before the fiercely fucking dog, the young 
husband began to tear off his own clothing until, totally naked, his 
turgidly alive cock standing at attention and ready for action, he moved 
slowly closer to the bed where his wife rocked nakedly back against the 
muscular loins of the lunging dog. 

"Hey, babe... I... I," Harry muttered, whispering close to her ear. "God, 
I'm sorry! It's all my fault... but, damnit, woman I love you so much!" 

Joan almost melted at her husband's earnest declaration of love. Yes, he 
must really love her if he can still say so after seeing this, she thought. 
And oh, I love him, too! Need him so badly! And I want to feel his strong 
young cock inside me! Just like this animal-cock is fucking inside me right 
now! 

The young wife's eyes were visually caressing her handsome young husband's 
rapidly rising cock as the thoughts of love spiraled through her lust-crazed 
mind. He was kneeling before her now, his thickly hardening cock only inches 
from her face. Still feverishly undulating her cream smooth buttocks back 
against the massively turgid cock of her dog-lover, giving herself still 
fully to his deliriously pleasurable fucking, the young woman suddenly 
realized what she had to do! Yes, she had never done it before... but she 
would do it now! For the very first time with her own wonderful husband! 

"Darling," she stammered, "Give me your cock, Let me... let me... love it... 
darling! Oh, please, let me!" she begged, seizing his thickly pulsing organ 
with her eager hands, wrapping her slender fingers around its growing 
hardness, feeling it jerk excitedly at her touch. Gently, she slid back the 
foreskin of his uncircumcised penis, feeling it pulsating madly in her hand, 
its moist bulbous head pounding with blood-filled life. The touch of it 
thrilled her and she stroked it lovingly, watching the warm white pearl of 
seminal liquid oozing out of the tiny slit in response to the tender 
stroking of her instinctively knowledgeable hands. 

Tarzan, meanwhile, continued his mad pumping action behind the nakedly 
kneeling woman. At the first sight of this human man, the one who had so 
unceremoniously invaded the privacy of Tarzan and his mistress, a growing 
anger had begun to churn in his belly. His first instinct had been to jump 
onto that man, attacking him viciously and without mercy... but he knew he 
couldn't so anything until he relieved the aching burning in his muscular 
animal loins, until he had finished his appointed erotic task with this 
voluptuously fucking back woman before him. 

Eagerly now he clung with all his might to the milky smooth hips of the 
wildly passionate woman, rapidly thrusting his thickly throbbing male organ 
deep up into the innermost recesses of her warmly seeping cuntal flesh. As 
he watched, he saw the man's rigidly erect cock growing longer and thicker 
while the woman's hands wrapped around it, stroking and caressing it with 
loving intensity, the sighs spilling out of her wetly glistening, lusciously 
parted lips. When he saw her take it in between he anxiously pulsing lips, a 
new surge of animalistic excitement surged through his own loins, especially 
when he saw her small pink tongue lap out from between those lust-moistened 
lips to lick tantalizingly at the ballooning head of that man-cock! Now, his 
anger abated because he recognized that this strange young woman was only 
doing to the man what his own wonderful mistress had done earlier that day 
to him! Now, eagerly whining and whimpering with all his aroused passion, he 
lurched forward and fucked deeper, deeper up into the warmly soft depths of 
the young woman's desperately straining cunt. 

A new erotic joy rippled through Joanie's nakedly grinding body as she felt 
the increased frenzy of her animal-lover's new furious passion and tasted, 
at the same time, the hotly throbbing cock of her own dear husband. She drew 
in her breath and flicked out her pinkly moistened tongue, licking madly 
around the bulbous tip of her husband's ecstatically thrusting cock, lapping 
up all its seminal juices as fast as she could do so. She swirled her tongue 
around it slowly, tantalizingly, while Harry twisted and groaned before her 
face with abandoned delight and a new wild erotic shiver swept through her 
nakedly churning body as at' last her tongue-tip found the small slit at the 
head of his enormously bloated cock. She smoothed her hands along the 
rock-hard length of flesh until she reached its thick base, where her 
fingers became lost momentarily in his blondly curling pubic hair until they 
at last came to rest on his pendulously swollen balls. With new tremors of 
ecstatic excitement crashing through her loins, her tongue busily swirling 
and lashing around the hotly pulsing prick, her fingers gently kneaded the 
elastic skin of his sperm-laden balls. Wild crashes of sublime pleasure and 
erotic rapture lurched through the young husband's now eagerly pumping loins 
as he felt the first warm touches of his wife's fingers on his 
passion-filled testicles. 

Harry now began a slow undulation of his powerful young hips, fucking the 
thick, turgidly pulsing hardness in and out of his wife's wetly glistening 
lips with a slick, wet suction as she sucked madly at his thrusting 
presence. He watched with lewd fascination the puffing and hollowing of her 
cock-bloated cheeks as he fucked in and out of the warmly moist regions of 
her willingly succulent mouth, her own head beginning to work back and forth 
on the invading cock with a demonic fervency. Her entire curvaceous, 
satin-smooth body quivered in aroused ripples as Tarzan's animal-cock 
speared again and again in and out of her hotly, steaming cuntal passage 
from behind while her husband's elongated, blood-bloated cock rammed in and 
out between her lush lips in front. 

She tried to cry out around the plunging prick in her mouth but the groan of 
sublime ecstasy caught in her cock-impaled throat. 

She felt a wild new chilling thrill at the thought of being simultaneously 
fucked in her cunt and her mouth by a mammoth beast and by her own loving 
husband. Never before had she imagined such sublime, erotically exciting 
pleasure! Never before had she felt transported to such exotic heights of 
unrestrained rapture! Never before had such intense, immensely satisfying 
sensations swept through her inexperienced young body! She wanted to hold on 
to this moment, hold on tight to the spiraling thrills that raced like 
lightening through her hungrily undulating cunt, through every fiber of her 
urgently straining being! Oh, those two beautifully fucking cocks, each one 
on the brink of spilling its hot, sperm-filled juices into her, into either 
end of her nakedly hungering body! 

Through her fog of rapturous delirium, she heard her husband cry out. 

"God, Joanie-suck! Damn, suck it! Suck me! Hard, Joanie, hard! I'm... I'm... 
I'm gonna cum... right now!" 

In the next split-second she felt his wildly jerking cock gushing out its 
steady stream of scalding thick white cum and she desperately struggled to 
swallow the flooding semen. It poured relentlessly into her viciously 
sucking mouth and rushed down into her contracting throat like a tidal wave 
spilling onto the shore. She felt her cheeks hollowing and puffing as she 
tried to swallow the full flood of hotly spewing liquid, sucking wildly at 
the same time to milk out every last ounce of precious fluid. His hands now 
wrapped tightly around her head as his churning, spilling sperm spewed 
deeper and deeper into her hungrily greedy mouth. 

The hot liquid splashing creamily into her mouth instantly triggered 
Joanie's own impending orgasm. She thrust her nakedly writhing ass-cheeks 
back as hard as she could against the lust-impaling cock of her animal 
lover, wanting the full length of his long hot hardness fucking into her 
wildly spasming, cunt! Every muscle of her body tightened and jerked as she 
felt the erotically exciting release of her own disastrously intense climax 
exploding deep down in her loins then screaming up through the pit of her 
belly and surging out into her nakedly quivering, nipple-capped breasts. She 
continued to gulp and suck at the now deflating cock in her feverishly 
milking mouth and continued as well to thrust her hips forcefully back 
against the now wildly spewing cock of the massive German shepherd while his 
insanely frantic loins fucked hard up against the smoothly grinding cheeks 
of her ass. 

She knew nothing now, felt nothing except the unbelievable bliss of her 
overpowering, mind-wrenching orgasm. Time melted all around her and space 
dissolved into the erotic infinity of her own unrestrained, tumultuous 
passions as they stampeded wildly through her nakedly spasming body. Her 
young husband couldn't believe as he watched the intensity of her orgasm 
overwhelm her completely, her eyes fixed open in a desire-clouded daze, her 
mouth hanging open in a soundless scream, her fists tightly clenched, her 
warmly flowing cuntal juices mingling with those of her exploding 
animal-lover, trickling down along the insides of her nakedly jerking 
thighs... 

* * * 

The following morning, Donna Morton sat disconsolate on her sun deck, a 
half-smoked cigarette hanging lazily between the fingers of one hand while 
the fingers of the other clutched at a glass of orange juice heavily laced 
with gin. Tarzan was gone! Gone! He hadn't come back last night at all! Not 
even after Trombone Tommy and his cohorts had left her! 

They had gone, finally, at some time during the night which the voluptuous 
young woman couldn't fix. Perhaps one in the morning... perhaps four... it 
had all been a muddled mire of unleashed passion in her mind and her 
lust-drugged mind hadn't been functioning too well. She didn't know whether 
they would come back or not, and at this point she didn't really care. 

All she did care about was her wonderful animal-lover! Tarzan! Where could 
he have gone to? She had already called the police and the animal protection 
society just in case he had been picked up while roaming dejectedly through 
the streets or the woods... but he hadn't been. A great empty loneliness 
crept through the young woman's belly as she recalled the warmly loving eyes 
that had so pleadingly looked up at her... the massive, hairy body that had 
snuggled up against her warmly welcoming nakedness... the moistly glistening 
scarlet cock as it slid out of its protective sheath and into her urgently 
sucking mouth... oh Tarzan! Oh, please, come home! Come back to me, Tarzan! 
she cried to herself as two tears began to fall out of the corner of her 
eye. 

She heard a knocking at the front door but remained still, puffing on her 
cigarette, knowing that Roger would answer it. At first her body had tensed 
as she thought that the person at the door might be bringing Tarzan home! 
But then, she realized with growing dejection that nobody knew Tarzan 
belonged to her except Roger and Harry. No one coming across such a handsome 
animal in the woods or in the town would know that he belonged to her both 
as a lover and a companion. No, it couldn't be someone bringing Tarzan 
home... so who cared who it was? 

Suddenly, she heard him! The friendly animal bark of her beloved Tarzan! She 
flew out of the chair, dropping both her cigarette and her glass, and turned 
towards the glass doors that led into the living room and there he was! The 
handsome German shepherd loped with a great stride across the immense living 
room and out onto the sun deck, jumping up at his beautiful dark-haired 
mistress and almost knocking her off her feet! His long pink tongue raced 
out from between his massive jaws and licked at her face, her arms, her 
naked legs... and she wrapped her slender arms around his huge neck and 
buried her face into his furry neck. 

"Oh, Tarzan! Oh you big beautiful beast!" she cried, not even noticing the 
handsome young couple standing next to her. 

"I'll say he is!" Joanie said slyly, looking down at the loving greetings 
being exchanged between her older voluptuous sister and the enormous dog. 

Donna looked up, startled at first, but then her face melted into a beaming 
smile. Because the knowing, almost lewd smile of her sister told her 
everything at once. Yes, that's where Tarzan had been all night! That's why 
he didn't come home! He was too busy elsewhere... 

Donna looked up at her sister with an equally telling grin. "Thanks for 
bringing him home. He's a wonderful dog, isn't he?" 

"Indeed, he is," Joanie answered, laughing. 

"Yeah, we liked him so much," Harry added, "that we're thinking of getting 
one of our own. Real soon," he concluded, smiling knowingly at his 
curvaceous young wife. 

Tarzan sat by the side of his mistress, his great limpid eyes shining in 
affection and delight while his rough-skinned tongue licked eagerly at her 
naked legs beside him. She looked down at him with mock-sternness, tenderly 
patting his head as she spoke. 

"I was very worried about you last night you know. You shouldn't have run 
off like that, you big brute. But then... " and now her face was lit by a 
beacon-like smile, "... well, as long as you keep it all in the family, I 
guess it's all right!" 


THE END
