CANDY'S PET
By Carlotta Graham


Chapter 1

Tony Francetti could almost feel his massive cock throbbing in his pants as he looked at
the lobby clock for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Beside him, Fritz, his German
Shepherd, seemed to be totally content to merely lie in the muggy afternoon heat.
Surrounding the chunky, dark-haired hotel desk clerk was his domain... the plush,
stately room of one of Chicago's most exclusive hotel lobbies. He had been the main
desk clerk for nearly ten years, and had seen a lot of good looking women come and go.
He couldn't remember a time though, when one like Gloria Knight had come any
where near his place.
Sure, he thought to himself as he stared at the slowly moving second hand of the clock,
all honeymooners are really good looking. The young girls were at their peak when
their cherries got busted, and Tony had made it a point to miss as few of them as he
could. Even these days, in a time of sexual liberation, there were a few women who
wanted to remain virgins until their wedding night, offering their husbands the gift of
their hymens That was fine with Tony. Watching a luscious young girl going through
the throes of her first orgasm with a man was worth all the shit he had to put up with
in his position. It was all worth it when the day came to a close, and he could watch the
goings on from behind the one-way mirror he'd installed in the bridal suite years ago.
The mirror gave him a view on the suite bedroom that he couldn't have gotten even if
he were right there with the passionate couples.
At the moment, he was waiting for the return of the latest occupants... Mark and Gloria
Knight. They had been staying at the hotel for a day now, and Tony had been really
pissed off when he missed their first night. As soon as they had checked in, his eyes had
traveled to Gloria's firm-looking breasts, seeing the way they would have looked naked,
even though she had prudently covered them with a white blouse and bra. He didn't
know how long they were going to be staying at the hotel, and Tony didn't want to
waste any more time. The young dark-haired woman looked as though she would be
sheer dynamite in bed, but he wanted to really see her in action.
Almost as if his thoughts had been a cue, the newly married couple entered the lobby.
Instantly, Tony's eyes focused on the luscious woman walking on the left side of her
husband. They looked tired, as though they had been walking around all day, seeing
the sights of America's second largest city.
Mark was in Tony's blind spot as he gazed brazenly at the lovely creature approaching
his counter. Her beautiful, perfect legs extended from the knee-length skirt she was
wearing, nicely tanned by her tight nylons. Farther, covered by her light colored skirt
were her petite hips, swaying enticingly from side to side as she walked, almost cat-like.
Her full, apple-shaped breasts bounced, even in the confines of her bra, and her top
blouse button had come undone during the day's activities, revealing the deep, well
fleshed cleft of her breast valley. Her face and shoulders were framed by the full,
shimmering ebony hair which flowed from the top of her head like a water-fall,
perfectly split by a middle part. Her face was child-like and innocent, constantly teasing
in its beauty, yet obvious in its innocence. The closer she got to him, the more Tony's
always ready cock throbbed in his pants. This was one newly-wed he wasn't going to let
get away. There had been too many of those lately, leaving him stuck with some of the
more well-to-do, less lovely regulars of the hotel.
Completely lost in the glow of her recent wedding to the man she loved, Gloria hardly
noticed the obvious staring Tony was giving her young, ripe body. She and her husband
approached the front desk.
"Could we have the key to our room," Mark said, gazing at Gloria with a childish smile
on his twenty-three-year-old face. For all the world, he looks like a little boy who's just
gotten a toy for Christmas, Tony thought. And what a toy. I'll bet he had a lot of fun
opening it up.
Spinning around, Tony reached for the key to their room.
"How did you like Chicago?" he asked them, determined that he was going to be
friendly. There was no point in doing anything that would make either of them
suspicious of his actions planned for later in the evening.
"Ummm... Oh... very nice," Gloria answered, taking her eyes off her husband and
looking in Tony's eyes for a moment.
It was a moment Tony savored. Her deep-set, deliciously dark eyes were the same
ebony color of her hair, and they sparkled with the lights from the ceiling. And yet, it
was in that moment that Tony saw something he would never have expected to see. At
least, certainly not in the eyes of a newlywed as lovely as Gloria Knight. It was the look
of frustration, of hopefulness over something that had not quite turned out the way she
had hoped. Could it be that Chicago was not exciting enough for her? Tony doubted
that. She looked tired enough, as though she had done everything the city had to offer.
No, this was something else... more of a disappointment than a frustration.
Hummmmmm. Was it possible that pretty-boy Mark hadn't given her the fucking she
had hoped for? That could be. That could very well be! The more he thought about it,
the more Tony could see that they might have even been arguing about something.
Well. j. this was going to take a little research, and Tony was just the man to be doing
it.
"Do you plan to be going out later this evening?" he asked, hoping for a negative
answer.
Gloria opened her mouth to say something, but Mark butted in.
"No... I think we'll be staying in for the rest of the night," he said quickly, looking at
his wife with an expression that Tony could read as though the words had been printed
on the younger man's face. It said: "Don't worry, honey, I'll make it up to you if you
give me a chance."
Gloria looked at her husband with a hopeful expression of her own, and then she
smiled at Tony.
"Mark is right," she said, her sweetly innocent voice diluted somewhat with concern.
"We... uh... we're a little tired after wandering around the old section."
"Well, I'm sure the two of you will be very happy," Tony said, taking this first
opportunity to speak to them on a friendly level. Silently, he cursed himself for having
missed Gloria's first night in bed with a man. Mark looked as though he would be able
to satisfy any woman. As much as Tony held the young, blonde man in contempt for
his youthful freshness and cleanly scrubbed appearance, Tony thought it totally
inconceivable that Mark would leave a woman like Gloria unhappy after orgasm. Still...
Taking one last look at the generous swell of Gloria's firm breasts, Tony sighed,
knowing that he would have at least another hour before his replacement for the night
came to the desk, and he could look in on the couple to see what the problem was.
As the Knights walked away from the desk toward the elevator, Candy Mason entered
the front. For the moment, all thoughts of Gloria were washed away as Tony's eyes
feasted on Candy's full-bodied form. If the young dark-haired newlywed was innocent
and sweet looking, Candy was totally the opposite. Everything about Candy dripped of
sexual fulfillment, as Tony well knew. Candy was a secretary for an insurance firm
based in Chicago... a well paid secretary. Rather than live in an apartment somewhere
in the city, the honey-blonde woman preferred the hotel, where she could, in her own
words, "play with the men that drifted in and out without having to worry about any of
them trying to put a leash on me."
That was the way Tony liked his women... free and easy. Candy entered the lobby
through the revolving doors, completely aware that Tony's eyes were feasting on her
body. She loved to have men look at her, and she kept her full-fleshed figure vibrant
and alive. She had been staying in the hotel for close to half a year now, and she was
one of the few stable relationships Tony had ever had. Tony and Candy had found in
each other someone who could satisfy their insatiable appetites for sex of all sorts.
Candy never tired of taking Tony's cock for a wild ride, and Tony never tired of letting
her. She was at her most beautiful now, just coming home from work in the office. She
dressed to kill, using her clothing as an addition to the sexual weapon of her body.
"Looks like you've got the hots for something," she teased as she approached the front
desk and pointed to Tony's obvious erection, tenting the cloth of his pants.
"No hiding anything from you, is there?" he smiled at her.
"No, and I would guess that cute little newlywed is the one that really turned you on."
"Right again," Tony said. "Say, what do you know about them?"
"What makes you think I would know anything?" she asked, her tongue pressing
against the inside of her cheek.
"You get around," Tony told her. "Besides, their suite is right across the hall from
yours. If that luscious young cunt makes my cock balloon like the Goodyear blimp, I'll
bet that husband of hers makes your pussy..."
"All right, lover," she laughed, resting her head in her hands and her elbows on the
counter, lowering the top half of her body to give Tony an unabashed view of her large,
firm breasts, unfettered with the modesty of a bra. "What would you like to know?"
"Something's going on between them. I don't know what it is, but I would sure like to
find out."
"Really?" Candy asked. "And I thought you made it a point to stay clear of married
pussy."
"Yeah, well, this one is going to be an exception," Tony said, remaining serious. "That
hot little bitch is ready for all the fucking she can get. There ought to be a law against
fresh young cunt like her being taken off the market. She could make a lot of men
happy."
"And you want to be one of them, right?"
"Bingo, lover," Tony clicked, pointing a finger at the enticing blonde woman. "So come
on... what's the deal?"
"Well... tell you what. You promise me that I can have a shot at that husband of hers,
and I might tell you what I know."
"Ahhhhh... so you're after a little fun yourself, right?"
"Bingo, lover," Candy said, pulling herself away from the counter a little, and turning to
reveal her profile to Tony's hungry eyes. "Things were a lot more fun around here when
the medical convention was in town. This off-season sucks. There's nothing I hate more
than a fat, middle-aged business man who comes up with the line that his wife doesn't
understand him. I've heard that crap so many times I could puke. I don't give a shit
about a man's wife. All I want is his cock."
"Mark Knight's cock?"
Candy licked her lips slowly, and Tony wasn't sure if it was for him, or for Mark.
"Okay, you got a deal. I'll help you if you'll help me."
"Well, I can't really tell you all that much," Candy said, dropping her shoulders and
turning her head to one side slightly. Her full, long blonde hair billowed slightly,
exposing her classically sculptured face completely. Her deep set, pale blue eyes
sparkled with a tease. "I saw them this morning when I was leaving for work. That
husband of hers was hovering over her as though he had really done something wrong
the night before, and was doing his best to make up for it."
"I kinda thought there was something wrong," Tony commented. "You got any ideas
about what it could be?"
"Something sexual, I'll bet, I could hear them screaming at the top of their lungs the
night before. Make that, I could hear her screaming. She sounded pretty happy. And
then, everything got quiet."
"Hummmmmm..."
"Yeah. Too bad you couldn't watch them last night," Candy commented. "You might
have found out what the problem was."
"I have a pretty good idea what the problem might be," Tony told her. "I'm going to
really check it out tonight though."
"Gonna come in and tell me all about it afterwards?"
"You bet that luscious ass of yours I am," Tony smiled. "Being away from that pussy of
yours for two days is like a year without a woman."
"And you won't forget Fritz, now will you?"
"Don't you worry," Tony said. "I'll come totally prepared."
Candy gave a little chuckle as she dragged her hand across Tony's, taking her key from
him, and then sauntering through the lobby to the elevator. She gave him a little wink
just before she got into the lift, and Tony's cock spasmed in his pants. He bit on his
lower lip as he thought about the frustration he'd felt for the last two days. He'd been
without a cunt for that long, and his balls were really aching for release. Two whole
days worth of sperm locked up, ready and eager for pouring into a willing vagina. And
Candy's cunt Was as willing as any he could think of at the moment...
Tony's remaining hour passed by slowly. He had to take care of an old couple staying at
the hotel for their second honeymoon, and it was all the dark-haired clerk could do to
keep from breaking out into laughter as he tried to imagine the eighty-year-old couple
going at it in bed together. Still, the only time to stop fucking is when you're dead, he
thought. If these old people could still get it on with each other, all the more power to
them.
He amused himself by trying to imagine what Gloria would look like all decked out in
her lovely nakedness. Each time he closed his eyes, he could picture the tangled dark
moss of her pussy hair, dripping and eager for a man's cock thrusting deep inside her.
If he played his cards right, his cock was going to tear out her tonsils, but he needed a
little more information first.
When his replacement came, Fritz suddenly sprang to life. The huge German shepherd
had been excited when Candy arrived, and it was not to his liking that Tony didn't let
him go up to her room with her. Not that Tony was free to leave, Fritz was certain that
the building pressure in his animal balls would soon be relieved. He had been without a
human female for as long as Tony, though his animal mind knew little more than the
instinctive drive. It had been all he could do to contain himself in the presence of the
lovely blonde woman, and he got to his feet and looked hopefully at Tony.
"Look, Steve," the stocky, dark hotel clerk said to his replacement, "would you mind
watching Fritz for a little while? I have something that has to be done, and I don't want
him around while I'm doing it."
"Sure, Tony, no problem," Steve said, reaching down and patting the animal's great
head. Steve was a young boy, not yet out of college and had taken the position of night
clerk to earn a little extra money. He'd been working at the hotel for less than a month.
"I'll be back in a little while, Fritz," Tony told his loyal animal. "You just sit tight and
everything will be fine."
That little matter taken care of, Tony hopped into the elevator and went to the top floor
where the bridal suite was. The hall way was empty, and he casually walked around to
an emergency door. Using his master key, he opened it, and walked through the
darkened area to another small door. This was his special room, a lucky find. It had
originally been a storage room, but when Tony found out that it was right next to the
bedroom of the bridal suite, he made it his own area, and put a pad lock on the door to
make sure it wasn't found by accident. That had been years ago, and in the course of
time, everyone had totally forgotten about it. Everyone but Tony.
It was small... hardly more than the closet it had been designed to be. But the entire
back wall was a window that looked right into the bedroom of the bridal suite... a
window Tony had put in himself, and at his own expense. It had paid for itself many
times over, giving him a full view of the bedroom. He had wired the suite for sound,
and he had never been disappointed with the way things had turned out.
As he took a seat in front of his one-way mirror, he adjusted the volume until he had it
perfect. He could hear voices, though he could see no one in the suite. He was patient,
though, and sat back in his overstuffed chair to wait for the show he knew was coming.
In the bridal suite, Gloria was in the main room, brushing her hair and talking to her
husband, who was toweling down from his shower.
"Honey, I'm really sorry about today," she called. "It was stupid of me to bring it up
like that."
As she spoke, she walked from the main room to the bedroom. Instantly, Tony's penis
came to life. She had obviously taken a shower as well. Her lithe, petite body was
wrapped in a towel, and the cloth garment was barely enough to cover her. It looked as
though it was going to fall from her at any moment, and Tony held his breath, hoping
for just that.
The lovely ebony-haired woman stood in front of the full length mirror and continued
brushing out her hair, her body motions causing the towel to slip from her soft, tanned
skin as she moved her arms. Once she made an effort to keep herself covered, as
though she were still modest. As it began to slip down again, though, she allowed it to
fall to a puddle around her feet, and stood before the mirror, and Tony's bulging eyes,
totally naked, her legs slightly spread as she continued to brush her hair.
The homey hotel clerk hissed his approval as he saw her nakedness. She was more
lovely than he would have dreamed. Her shiny, slightly damp hair rested lightly on her
smoothly rounded shoulders and framed her flawless face perfectly. Her full, round
breasts jutted from her chest like twin apples, hard and already swollen, as though
seeing herself naked like this aroused her. For a moment, she stopped brushing her hair
and gazed at her nude body. Tony allowed his eyes to wander over her at will, taking in
every lovely inch of her satiny, totally exposed flesh. Her slim ribs seemed to beg for the
touch of a man's hands, swelling out slightly at her breasts, then tapering in around her
hour-glass waist, and flailing out gracefully at her well-rounded hips. Her navel was a
tiny indentation, puckered and looking for all the world like a third eye to Tony. Her
belly was smooth and flat, and evenly tanned, as though she had done a great deal of
sunbathing in the nude.
That was something Tony hadn't expected.
Maybe she wasn't as prudish as he first thought.
He stared enticed at her belly for a moment, and then let his eyes drop down a little
lower, to the top of her cuntal mound. He could feel his mouth watering at the sight of
her pussy. Her inverted triangle was as dark and rich as the hair on her head, the
rounded tip of her pubis pointing directly to the thin ribbon of flesh between her thin,
already twitching thighs. He zeroed in on her vagina, noting that it was already wet and
eager with the passion she was feeling. Then he was treated to a little surprise. As
Gloria looked at herself in the mirror, she allowed her own hands to wander over her
body, touching here and there lightly, as though she were bringing herself to a fever
pitch before her husband arrived in the bedroom. Tony's mouth hung open as he
watched her hands travel from her neck to the twin orbs of her breasts. She held them
there for a moment, cupping the globes with her palms and tweaking the brown nipples
until they were as hard as chips of marble, and stared back at her, and Tony as well.
Then her hands slid along her ribs and coursed down the front of her luscious body to
rest in the dark tangled moss of her cuntal down. For a long moment, her finger tips
weaved in and out of her glistening pussy hair, inching lower and lower, coming ever
closer to her now-glistening vagina.
Tony could feel his sock throbbing in his pants as he watched the incredible sight. For
some reason, his eyes moved from her pussy to her face, where he could see an
unbridled mask of mounting lust expressed by the young girl's facial contortions. Biting
on his lower lip, Tony nodded to himself. Yes... yes, he had been right. He just knew it!
Her husband didn't arouse her as much as she wanted.
Again, his eyes seared back to her vagina. Her finger tips were resting at the wet slit of
her vagina, and she allowed the tip of her middle finger to slip into the warm crevice.
Tony shifted his position a little to get a better look, and he was not disappointed.
Gloria spread her legs a little farther, and spread the fleshed lips of her cunt with one
hand while she flicked at the expanding tip of her clitoris with the middle finger of her
other.
Tony's cock was a thing alive now. He could feel his balls filling with two days worth of
sperm, and he knew that he was really going to put it to Candy later on. But not before
the show in the bridal suite was over.
Quickly, as though she thought she would lose herself in her manipulation, Gloria
stopped her movements and pulled herself away from the mirror. She turned and
walked to the closet in the room, giving Tony an unhindered view of her shapely
buttocks, swaying from side to side as she walked the length of the room. She opened
the closet door and reached in for something. What ever it was, it fell, and as she bent
down to pick it up, another gasp escaped from Tony's throat. The cheeks of her ass
spread with this movement, and he could see the glistening opening of her vagina from
behind now... eager, ready, already seething with the lust she had brought upon herself.
She stood up then, holding a thin, sheer nightgown, which she put on, again looking at
the mirror, as though the very act of dressing aroused her all the more.
The nightgown covered her less than the towel had. It was pure white, and her dark
cuntal hair contrasted sharply through it. The bottom hem barely hid her vagina, and as
she walked from the closet to the mirror to give herself one last inspection, the draft
lifted it, and her vagina was again exposed. She was more lovely like this then when she
had been wearing the towel Tony thought and just about as nice as when she had been
naked only moments before.
"Did you say something to me, honey," Mark asked her as he entered the bedroom. A
towel was wrapped around his waist, but Tony could see the tip of his cock pressing
against it, pushing it away from his body at his loins. He was drying his hair with
another towel, and his muscular body rippled with his motions.
"Yes," she said, looking at her husband's reflection, as though she couldn't take her eyes
away from her own body. "I said I was sorry about today, and that I shouldn't have
brought it up like I had."
"Hey," Mark said in a soothing voice. "I don't want to hear any more about it. It was
my fault, and I promised I would make it up to you."
"I know you will," she said, finally turning to face him. "I know how tired you were last
night. I should have been more understanding, that's all. I have to learn too, you
know."
She stood some three feet from him, her face masked with a teasing smile. As she faced
her husband, she moved her hands to the bottom hem of her nightie and pulled it up
slightly, just enough to reveal her vagina to him. With her eyes riveted on his, she again
placed her hands on her delectable cuntal mound, and allowed her finger to slip into
the sluice once more.
Tony could see Mark's cock expanding all the more behind his towel as Gloria revolved
her hips in a slow, sensuous motion, hoisting her nightie up higher and higher,
exposing more and more of her body to his gaze.
She's doing a little strip tease for him, Tony thought. This is a woman who is not afraid
of sex. I knew it! I knew it!
As she moved her hands up slowly along her satin smooth skin, she lifted the nightie
off her body, until she was once again naked.
"Suppose we give it another try?" she said in a hoarse voice.
"Jesus, Gloria," Mark groaned, tossing the towel he had been using on his hair across
the room. In one step he'd reached out to crush her now naked body to him. His
mouth came down hard to claim her dainty, pouting lips. Gloria almost sobbed with
relief that he seemed to have forgiven her for mentioning... well...
As they faced each other for a moment, Mark's eyes drank in her budding beauty,
seeing the pouting, upturned mounds of her round, firm breasts, wide-spaced and set
high up on her chest. Her tiny, nipped-in waist swelled out into curving but still girlish
hips, and her flat belly pulled in forming a little hollow. She was as lovely to him this
time as she had been last night, when he had seen her totally naked for the first time.
He crushed her delicately feminine body close into the circle of his arms, his lips
seeking hers and finding them, soft, pliant and ready.
Mark kissed her hard then, his throat making little animal sounds, as her mouth parted
and her tongue darted hungrily into his mouth, the honeyed taste of her driving
through him to produce a wild jerking of his hardened penis against the loosely
wrapped towel. He smoothed his hands over the silky softness of her back and allowed
them to drift down to fondle and massage the swelling mounds of her firm buttocks.
Tony smiled as he watched the handsome blonde husband pull her tight against his
loins, the lithe muscles of her buttocks working in his hands as she undulated gently up
against him. For long moments, he savored the erotic probings of her tongue in his
mouth, and the smooth silkiness of her grinding buttocks.
The deep kiss was unbroken as she stood, still encircled by his muscular arms. He drew
the dark triangle of her pelvis to him, and his tongue snaked out to pressure deeper
through the warm wet cavern of her mouth. He heard her moan of desire and felt her
hips flexing as she pressured herself tight to him. Her body shuddered softly when his
tongue made electrifying contact with hers deep in her mouth.
Gloria Knight stood naked, her eyes lightly shut and her mind falling into a whirling
vortex of mounting passion while Mark's tongue stabbed keenly erotic sensations
coursing through her.
Mark can do it, she thought to herself. This time will be different than the first. Mark
will make a good husband. He was just tired last night... that's all.
Then she raised her hands up to brush strands of her dark hair away from her face.
Gently then, she backed away from her husband toward the huge double bed in their
room. "Mark... suppose you get rid of that towel."
He looked at her and hissed, "Jesus, honey, I'm really sorry... I mean... I'll make it up to
you this time. I..."
"If you're trying to say something because you think I want to hear an apology... please
don't say it."
"I love you, Gloria. You have to believe that," he said, instantly regretting the words. It
would be better for both of them just to forget their first night together. Some things
should never be brought up again. She turned away from him and looked at her
reflection in the mirror, giving the hidden Tony another full front view of her
passionately glowing body.
"I love you too... and I want you," she said, whispering as though she was afraid she
might be heard by someone.
He slipped his arms under hers from behind and cupped her breasts in his hands.
Nuzzling into her neck through the cloud of dark curls, his hands smoothed down
across the flat plane of her belly, caressingly, to play over her abdomen, one sliding .
down to the silken triangle where he used the tip of his middle finger to titillate the
short length of her fully hardened clitoris. Shit! She was really hot! He would never
thought she could get so aroused. When he had been dating her before they were
married, he thought it would take all his skill just to get her to kiss him. He had seen
last night that, once the formalities of marriage were over, she was really eager. He
would never have believed it, but he wasn't going to stop and think about it now.
After he had failed to satisfy her last night, her very first orgasm turning into something
of a joke, he thought she would never speak to him again. Now, though, he could see
that the crisis was over. He was being given another chance, and he was determined
that he wasn't going to mess this one up. Her eyes were closed and her breath was
coming in jerky spurts through half parted lips. The sparks of sexual excitement in her
were being fanned into licking flames of desire. He didn't want to let her passion go to
waste.
She turned in the circle of his arms, raw passion flushing her face, her eyes glazing as
he held her close. Mark felt her hips move up against him again, the warmth of her
transmitted to him clearly through the cloth of the towel still wrapped around his waist.
Gloria tilted her head up to him to be kissed... and her hips, undulating urgent, told
him to hurry. Jesus, he was certain that she had forgiven him for his impatience of the
night before.
Mark accepted the invitation of her lips. Their mouths met, welded and tongues thrust
and parried, probing, tasting and ravaging, as a riotous welter of sensations slashed and
seared through their anticipating genitals.
His hands went exploring, moving down her back to the rounded moons of her smooth
supple buttocks to feel them squirm in his palms again... and he remembered that for
all of her womanliness, she was still girlish.
From his hiding spot, Tony could feel his heart pounding in his chest, sending surging
rushes of blood to his painfully expanded cock. Gloria was hardly the cold, prudish
cunt he would have thought her to be. She was going out of her way to arouse her
husband, using every little trick in the fucking book to make sure he was hers. God!
What a fucker she would be. It didn't look like there was anything she wouldn't do to
give pleasure. He licked his lips, forgetting for the moment any plan he might have for
getting his penis into that hot little cunt of hers. All he wanted to do now was sit back
and enjoy the show.
He watched as Gloria slid her hand between her body and that of her husband, to feel
the pulsing hardened shaft of Mark's cock through the towel. Making a little chuckling
sound, she pulled the towel away from him, bringing the massive hardened presence of
his swollen penis into the cool air to fondle and tease to complete readiness. The lovely
young newlywed gasped as she felt the surprising size of it again, its blood-heated
warmth sensuously, erotically penetrating the palm of her slender hand which could not
encompass it. Her touch brought it pulsing to even greater hardness, jerking
involuntarily, and with a heightened feeling of awe, she began to explore it. She used
her nails to scrape gently along its rigid length, knowing that it would give him a
violent erotic charge. Her reward came almost instantly. She felt its lustful, expanding
throb, accompanied by his low moan of pleasure. Yes... this time she would do it right.
If what had happened last night had been her fault in any way, she would not make the
same mistakes again now.
Mark felt one of her hands snake down between his legs to cup his semen filled
testicles. Again she used her nails to taunt and titillate, and he gasped aloud, the
sensations in his massive penis washing through his entire body.
Feeling the pulsing, blood-swollen length hot in her hand, Gloria suddenly shifted both
hands to the shaft of his cock. She squeezed hard and held it for a couple of beats of his
pulse. Again Mark moaned. Then using both hands, she began to twist the loose folds
of skin along the hardened length, her hands rotating in opposite directions as though
she were wringing out a freshly laundered garment.
Tony stiffened as he watched the incredible proceedings. As soon as he had seen Gloria
the day before, when she and her husband had checked in, he knew that fucking her
would be sheer heaven. He could see now that, if anything, he had underestimated her
abilities. His balls were pounding with the need for release, and he knew that when he
saw Candy a little later on, he was going to flood her cunt like it had never been
flooded before. He felt as though he could shoot enough to sink a fucking battle ship!
Mark was breathing laboriously now. His arms went around her, his hands dropping
down to the smooth supple flesh of her ass-cheeks to feel the silky, lithe girl-flesh under
his salacious hands. His fingers kneaded caressingly at the tender young firmness. Then
pulling her tight against him, he forced the hardened rod of his ballooned cock between
her thighs, pushing it into the rich dark curls of her pubic hair lining her pulsing cuntal
passage. He thrust it back and forth there, against her naked pussy flesh, feeling the
smooth moisture of her warmly throbbing pussy flow over his lust-heated hardness.
The firmly pointed buds of her erected nipples The firmly pointed buds of her erected
nipples thrust into his chest as her arms went around him. The huge bulbous head of
his shaft was actually taunting the tightly puckered little lips of her anus.
"I have to have you," she breathed into his ear. "I'm so hot... I have to have your cock
in my... in my cunt... fucking me."
Her words surprised Mark. In all the time he had known her, she had never so much as
said a "damn" or a "hell." Now she was telling him in no uncertain terms what she
wanted.
After she had spoken, she leaned back away from him, breaking the circle of his arms,
and with a guttural moan, Mark scooped her up and carried her the few short steps to
the bed.
Breathing hard, he laid her down onto the mattress. Lying on her back, her thighs
widely spread, ready to receive him, her hands flitted over her breasts, fondling and
cupping them in blatant invitation, then sliding down over her flat belly along the
outsides of her thighs and back up the inner surface to her thickly hair-lined pussy
which she rubbed while she waited for him to mount her.
Mark glanced down between her thighs, now slightly parted. He felt as though he
should be embarrassed, that for some reason he should not be. gazing so openly at his
wife's sexual treasures. He knew what she was doing now. She was showing him that
what had happened the night before didn't matter to her. She wanted him still.
Gloria could sense that he understood what she was doing and why, and she responded
with a wider spread of her smoothly tanned thighs and an unobstructed view of her
trembling pussy lips, now fully open to his eager stare, Mark could see the thin line of
tell-tale moisture along the rim of her slightly parted vaginal flanges, a narrow trail of
warm moistness along the slit of her cunt as she exposed herself, unashamed, to him.
Tony could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched the lascivious
spectacle from his vantage point. For a moment, he wondered why he was putting
himself through this. It was all he could do to keep from breaking through the glass
and fucking the hot little wife right then and there. That would never do he thought to
himself. No... better to wait now, and get a greater reward in the near future.
Gloria grinned up at Mark coyly, measuring his response as she moistened her lips with
the wet tip of her tongue. Mark stood there for a moment, his long thick cock jutting
out from his hairy loins at an acute angle. Gloria's eyes were zeroed in on it, a smile of
wild anticipation creasing her face.
Then, even as he stood there as if in a trance, Gloria lifted both her naked arms up and
pulled him down onto her, opened her smooth silky thighs when they fused together,
then clamped them tightly around one of his legs. Mark gasped at the feel of her
incredible body, the warmly inviting suppleness of her flesh, the enticing firmness of
her thighs that squeezed him like a newly awakened teenager. He wasn't going to fail
her this time. Not after all she had done for him so far.
As their lips smashed hotly together, tongues alternately pushing and pulling, she
ground her naked pelvis harder against his loins. Mark could feel her shiver from head
to toe as her petite softness rubbed maddeningly against the throbbing ridge of his
cock. He wanted to please her now... more than he wanted anything else in the world!
The wet smear from his pulsating cock was streaking against her naked thigh, but she
didn't ease her thorough massaging of his hardening erection. With the smoothness of
her thigh and the firm, gentle mound of her pubis, the desperate young newly wed
ground against him, stirring an incredible agony of lustful passion in his loins, filling
his swollen testicles with a seething inferno of boiling sperm.
For a moment's pause, he pulled his tongue from the voraciously sucking oval of her
lips and snuggled his face along side hers, easing his hand down her side to fondle the
tanned moon as her ass-cheek. He squeezed a thick handful of her warm naked
buttocks between his fingers and she responded with a shiver that shook even his own
body as he lay on top of her. He realized that she was quivering beneath him, her pelvic
mound pressing up against his virile male loins, her thighs clamped together around his
leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against the hotly eager lips of her cunt.
Unable to hold back any longer, Mark lowered himself down on top of her, his hips
wedging easily into the wide angle of her thighs, his lancing hardness probing for the
tender young flesh of her moist cuntal slit. The instant his lust-inflated cock touched
her, she shuddered under him with sensual delight, her whole body quivering with
ecstatic anticipation. Then he gritted out between his tightly clenched teeth "I'm going
to fuck you, Gloria... I'm going to fuck you wild and hard and make up for last night."
And he meant it! She had brought him to such a fever pitch that he wouldn't be able to
do anything less. He felt her entire naked body yielding against his, her lips once more
soft and moist as they crushed against his.
He arched away from her as he felt her hand slipping down between them, her fingers
eagerly closing on the rigid shaft of his hard cock. A cry of deliciously erotic joy escaped
her throat and nearly pierced Tony's ear drums as he watched her hand grip tightly
around Mark's lust-stiffened penis. The hotel clerk sat on the edge of his seat with a
mounting excitement as he saw the head of Mark's cock resting at the hungry portal of
her cunt, and he held his breath as he heard her moan, "Oh Mark... please give it to
me... now... shove your cock into my cunt... and fuck it... fuck my cunt... my cunt..."
Mark waited a few seconds as he maneuvered her totally unprotected cunt even tighter
against him, dragging the lust inflated head of his penis back and forth through the
moist pink slit of her pussy. Her whole pelvis began to rotate desperately, her blood
filled pussy-lips nibbling eagerly at his thick hard member. Again she grabbed for his
aching penis and pressed it forward into the deep, fleshy sheath of her cunt, guiding it
through the mist of soft pubic hair into the quivering lips of her burning vagina. Mark
stopped there for a second, watching her eyes close, her lips part in a moan of torment.
Snapping his hips forward with all his strength, he fucked his cock home with a thrust
that slicked his rock-hard flesh like a spear into the softly yielding walls of her pulsating
cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa..." she moaned with soul-stirred relief as her warmly constrictive pussy
sheath slipped like a tight, butter-filled glove over the full length of his cock, the tender
cuntal flesh parting before it as the huge swollen member drove between the now
widely stretched pink lips.
With the smoothness of a well-oiled piston, his mammoth penis rushed through the
sluice of her vagina, the hotly throbbing head bursting through the resilient opening
and racing unchecked up into her belly. His lusty cock plunged far up to the very
depths of her cunt, the blood-engorged head nudging past her cervix to lodge finally up
against the back wall of her quivering vaginal passage.
Mouth open, breath rasping in her lungs, eyes glazed and unseeing and thighs shaking,
Gloria took in all of his immense length and thickness, receiving him to the fullest. His
loins smacked loudly into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls swung up hard to thud
into the smooth hairless crevice between her nakedly upturned buttocks.
"Oh!" she moaned "Oh! Oh! It's so good... it's so wonderful... and soooooooooooo..."
Mark grinned widely, delighted that she was pleased this time. He'd really been worried
after what had happened last night. He'd almost been convinced that his marriage was
over before it started.
He fucked his cock's throbbing head deep inside her, his balls slapping hard against the
firmly fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. It made him feel good to be able to skewer Gloria
like this. After last night, he'd been certain that she would never allow him to even
touch her again, but she had certainly proved that that line of thought was over.
With inspired vitality now, Mark ground his pelvis into the softly wiggling feminine
flesh under his weight as she pushed back hard and fast against him, arching up and
lifting them both from the bed as a long, low moan issued continually from her parted
lips. With rhythmic fluidity, she opened and tightened her thighs around him with
every deep fucking thrust he made into her hungrily clasping pussy. Her mouth opened
and her head tossed wildly from side to side as she squirmed and writhed like a fish
impaled on a spear. His long hard strokes had found their mark, and a hoarse cry
punctuated her incessant moans as the blood-filled tip of his ballooned penis slammed
against her cervix at the end of every driving thrust!
With insane power, Mark began fucking his lust-hardened cock in and out of her,
pounding his hips wildly, probing always deeper and deeper, harder and harder, not
pausing for a moment as he pinned her to the bed. He wasn't going to fail her this
time. He was going to make up for what had happened last night if it took every ounce
of his strength.
Pulling her thighs back then, the handsome young husband mashed them down tightly
against the swelling ripeness of her breasts to completely expose her wildly gyrating
body to his will. It gave him the fullest access, allowing him to thrust into her to the
full length of his massively driving hardness. She was moaning unceasingly now, her
hips grinding up at him in shameless undulations, countering his pile-driving lunges
with the vigor of her supple young flesh.
Mark's body covered her, the heated friction of his flesh against hers an added
heightening of sensation as he drove into her. His strong lean body strained to bury the
heavy rod of his cock up to the very root with every thundering plunge.
His cock felt as large as the end of a baseball bat, swollen and distended beyond belief,
yet the soft wet walls of her pink cuntal flesh held him securely, the moist edges of her
pussylips sucking him deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of her passion. Every
inward thrust slammed his sperm-bloated balls against the widespread crevice of her
buttocks as though Gloria was struggling to suck every inch of her husband's firm
muscular body between her thighs.
In the back of his mind, Mark hoped that she would cum soon. He doubted that he
would be able to hold back the searing flood of thick hot sperm that was aching to
burst from his testicles as he pumped into her faster now, every thrust taking him to
the hidden reaches of her churning belly, every deep lunging fuck bringing another cry
of anguished ecstasy to her parted lips. Her thighs were gripped like a vise around his
lean, powerful hips, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her vagina. He knew that she
would reach her climax soon. He hoped he could hold his own back long enough. He
had to. His whole marriage rested on his ability.
"Just a little more ..she gasped her breath coming in short gasps. "Just a... a little 
more... I... I'm almost there... I'm almost there..."
He had to hold back! He had to!! As though she could sense that he was about to cum
before her, Gloria's hands locked on the firm muscular half-moons of his buttocks,
pulling him deeper and deeper into her nearly exploding belly, as she quivered with the
agony of her impending climax.
And then it happened!
Mark couldn't prevent his orgasm any longer. Totally unable to hold back for another
instant, he let go the painful contraction that had held back the seething torrent of hot
liquid cum building up in the confines of his lust-swollen balls. He felt the current of
viscous fluid race along the shaft of his penis, pause for a moment, then spurt in an
unending stream into his wildly gyrating young wife's quivering belly. Mark shuddered,
then shuddered again as his balls were emptied of their life giving juices.
Gloria could feel the searing heat fill her nearly orgasming cunt, and she drove her
body harder and faster against the already shrinking penis that began to shrivel away
from her.
No! NO!!! It couldn't be! IT COULDN'T BE!!
She was almost there. Just another couple of fucking thrusts would have brought her
over the edge, but those thrusts did not come. Instead, she could feel her new husband
slowing down, and then stopping altogether. She could feel his now limp penis slipping
from the desperately clutching walls of her sperm-flooded cuntal sluice.
Gloria's mind was a raging torment of disappointment. After she had done everything
she could think of, her orgasm had not come. She moaned in her frustration and
gyrated her hips against her husband's pelvis, hoping for some sort of miracle.
It never came. She could feel her husband's body falling on her as his motions stopped.
His breath came hard and ragged in her ear. She could feel his breath searing against
the side of his head and she gritted her teeth to hold back the tears which threatened to
flood her face.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the frustrated young wife, her husband
spoke.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry. I tried. I really tried."
The words, which sounded so hollow and empty to Gloria, were like music to Tony's
ears. All the while he had been watching, he had been convinced that if anything had
happened like this the night before, it would surely not happen again. But it had, and
the hotel clerk knew that he had come home. He smiled as he saw the mask of
frustration that contorted the face of the lovely young wife. She was one sexy bitch, and
she wasn't getting the very thing she needed and wanted so desperately. Tony had seen
that Gloria would go to any length to please her man, and to have been disappointed so
terrible twice in a row would certainly take its toll on her. She may be a loyal wife,
totally devoted to her husband, but Tony knew that there would come a time in her life
when her body's needs would take over and her loyalty would be a thing of the past.
Tony was determined that he would be around when that happened.
He stood up and prepared to leave his little hiding place as he listened to Gloria soothe
her husband by telling him that everything was all right, that she understood, that
things would take time, and she was willing to give him all the time he needed.
Rubbing his chin, Tony nodded and chuckled.
"You do that, love," he said softly. "You give him all the time he needs. In the
meantime, though, I think I'll give you a little something to take your mind off your
troubles."
He closed and locked the door to the room, and carefully checked the hall way to make
sure that there was no one there. Then he sauntered to the lobby to pick up Fritz before
heading for Candy's room.


Chapter 2

"Well, I'm sure you got a good look," Candy said as she dangled her drink lightly in
her hand. She was sitting on her couch in her main room, her legs bent and her ankles
tucked up under her full, nicely rounded ass cheeks. She was wearing the sheerest gown
Tony had ever seen, thinner than Gloria's, in fact, and her sitting position had caused
the bottom hem to slide all the way up to her waist. The tangled golden hair of her
ever-ready cunt shone like a gem sparkling in the light of her room, and she smiled as
Tony seemed transfixed by the sight. For a long moment, he stared blankly at her
shamelessly offered pussy. Sitting next to him, Fritz was looking at her vagina, his short
animal ears perked, waiting for the order he hoped would come soon.
"I said, lover, I gather you got a good look at those two love-birds across the hall,"
Candy repeated, teasingly covering her pussy with her empty hand.
"Ummmm? Ohhh, yeah, sure I got a good look," Tony stammered. Then he shook his
head to clear it. Shit, there was no need to fantasize now. He knew he was going to get
into her soon enough. "Yeah, I got a real good look, cunty love," he repeated, "and let
me tell you something. That woman there is hell in bed. She took her husband's cock
for a ride like I've never seen before. And he just couldn't handle it. I almost couldn't
believe it. She tried everything she knew, and he just couldn't hold back long enough."
"Really?" Candy said, running her pink tongue along her full, luscious lips and looking
at Fritz. Taking another sip of her drink, a sparkling white wine, she suddenly became
serious. "So you think you'll have a chance with her, huh?"
"You bet that pussy of yours," he said. "A woman like that can take only so much
before she reaches the breaking point. And judging from what I could see, that point is
almost there."
"So tell me about this plan of yours," Candy said, casually spreading her legs slightly
and delighting in the way Tony's cock visibly expanded in his pants at the sight of her
freely offered cunt.
"I, uh, I really don't have a plan just yet," he admitted. "Shit, Candy, thinking is not
what I had in mind at the moment. After what I've seen, all I want to do is find a place
to empty my balls. Thinking is for later."
"Tell me about her husband," Candy said, preferring to ignore Tony's reference for the
moment. She didn't like playing second fiddle to his voyeuristic pleasures. He'd kept
her waiting just a little too long this evening, and she was going to turn the tables for a
while.
"Her husband? Are you crazy?" he asked, looking deeply into her loving blue eyes. She
smiled sweetly and mock innocently, then rose from the couch to her liquor cabinet to
refill her glass. She could feel Tony's eyes following her, burning through the see
through gown and fixing on her ass-cheeks as she deliberately swayed them from side
to side.
"All right, all right," the stocky dark man conceded. "You'll love him. He's built like he
could make any woman happy. Satisfied? If you can get him to hold back long enough,
you won't be sorry. I think he'll take some working on, though."
Then Tony took his eyes away from the lovely blonde goddess standing on the other
side of the room as he shook his head from side to side. "I just don't understand it," he
said, becoming serious for a moment. "I've never seen anything like it. I'd swear that
the Knight guy would know what to do. He looks as though he could work his way
around women with his eyes closed and one testicle tied behind his ass. It just doesn't
make sense."
"Not much makes sense these days," Candy smiled, looking at both Tony and Fritz over
the top of her glass as she took a long pull.
"It sounds to me like their marriage might be on the rocks."
"Their marriage?" Tony asked, wondering what Candy was driving at. "Who the hell
gives a fuck about...?"
"I think we should do something about that," Candy said, her brow furrowed as though
she were in deep thought. "I think we should help those kids."
"WHAT?" Tony exclaimed. "What are you, some sort of savior or something?"
"Aww, come on," Candy said as she returned to the couch. "Where's your sense of the
romantic? That room across the hall has brought a lot of happiness to a lot of people.
I'm sure you've seen your share of it."
"You bet, love," Tony smiled, remembering those luscious young wives in the throes of
their first passions.
"Id hate to think that a couple of kids could be really unhappy in there. That's
supposed to be a room of happiness, not frustration."
"Do you believe this?" Tony asked Fritz. "Cunty love over there wants to save the
world. I think all that drinking has gone to her head..."
"I don't want to save the world. All I want to do is bring a little happiness into it. Jesus,
Tony, sometimes I think all you care about is your cock."
"Pretty good thinking. Now suppose you and I..."
"Look," Candy said, leaning forward, "There's enough unhappiness in the world. I
don't know; about you, but every time I see someone down in the dumps, I get a sick
feeling in the pit of my stomach."
Tony threw his hands up in the air. "This is too much," he said, looking at the ceiling.
"I just can't believe..."
"Now think about it for a moment," Candy said. "Can you sit there and tell me that
you've really done anything with your life. You make good money, you have fun, and
I'm sure you enjoy yourself."
"When my cock's between a nice pair of legs, you better believe I enjoy myself."
"So you'll be getting between her legs. Just think about how happy Gloria will be when
you bring her over the edge."
"Yeah, that could be a lot of fun," Tony said thoughtfully, remembering the way Gloria
looked as she pranced around her room totally naked.
"And if we work things right, I'll show Mark how to treat her. Here's a little something
you might think about. If things work out right, they might come back. After all, if they
were happy here once, they'll want to give it another go."
"Yeah... YEAH!" Tony said. "That might be nice. That might be really nice."
"Good. Now, all we have to do is plan things a little. If we work things right..."
"Yeah, sure," Tony said, beginning to reach the end of his rope, "but like I said a little
earlier, it's hard to think with my balls aching like this. So suppose we take care of
them first, and continue this talk a little later."
Candy gave a little chuckle as she stood up again and set her drink on the table at the
end of her couch. Both Tony and Fritz stared with a mounting amazement as she criss
crossed her arms at the bottom of her gown and pulled it over her head in one graceful,
fluid motion. Tony took in her lush ripeness greedily, watching as her pink nipples
came into full view, already erect.
Candy tossed the flimsy garment clear across the room, and then turned to face Tony
completely naked, attempting to hide nothing from his gaze. Her skin, unlike Gloria's,
was a rich creamy color, set off by her perfect triangle of sparse blonde cuntal hair
covering her pubic area like a lush carpet. With every movement the sleek muscles of
her belly and thighs rippled sensuously, causing the light of her suite to play in ever
changing pattern over her full, voluptuous body.
In the short time he had known her, Tony had never been able to hold back a gasp of
awe as he beheld her in her nakedness. She was all any normal man could ever want,
and then some. She would do anything for the sheer pleasure of it, deriving satisfaction
from giving as well as receiving.
"I'd say you're as hot for fucking as I am," Tony commented as he came to a standing
position. "All this talk about helping other people was just a cover up."
"Bullshit," Candy managed to say. "But you're right about not being able to talk with
other things on your mind. My cunt's on fire. My cunt's been on fire all day."
"Wanna try and take both Fritz and me at the same time?" Tony asked, raising his eye
brows. "Don't you mind sharing me with your dog?"
"Lover, as long as this pain in my balls is taken care of, I don't care if you fuck a 
dozen men at the same time."
Candy smiled and bit on her lower lip as she watched Tony rip his clothes from his
body, getting himself naked in near record time. As soon as he was naked, her eyes
zeroed in on his massive, erect penis, thrusting from the dark, tangled loins between his
stocky, powerful legs.
"Suppose you start by sucking on this cock of mine," Tony said, holding it out to her as
he sat back down and spread his legs. "I can fuck you from the front, and Fritz there
can take care of you from behind."
"My thoughts exactly, lover," Candy agreed as she walked over to him. As she
approached him, she could hear his breath coming in short gasps. She dropped to her
knees before him, her face now a mask of passion. She loved sucking cocks, and she
loved sucking Tony's penis more than any other. Sensing her delight, Tony spread his
legs as she knelt, and spread them apart so she could move between them. He slid
down in the chair so that his buttocks were resting on the forward edge.
As Candy crawled between his knees, Tony tangled his hands in her full, long blonde
hair and gently pulled her head down, grinding his hips against her face so the lovely
naked woman could feel the hardness of his lust-ballooned cock pressing forward
toward her full, ripe lips.
"Come on, love," he said mindlessly. "I've been away from you for too long. Suck it
until I cum all the way down your beautiful hot little belly."
The young blonde hurried to do his bidding, anxious to quell the fire that had been
raging in her loins all day. It had been a long time for her as well. She began to skin
back the thick fleshy shaft so that the lust-swollen head popped out from the thinly
covering foreskin a few scant inches from her eyes. Then his fingers were at her lips,
prying them open so that the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her
teeth. With a shudder of anticipation, the nakedly crouching woman stared down the
entire length of his long rigid penis. It was incredibly large! Watching Gloria had really
set him off!
The wanton woman hesitated for a moment, delighting in the teasing she was giving
him. Then she opened her mouth and slid the thick pole of hot flesh deeply into her
mouth. She could feel the huge pulsating cock-head moving wetly up the full length of
her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the 
warm cavern between her cheeks with a rich masculine taste.
Tony's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his eagerly throbbing cock fucking
wetly in and out of the kneeling woman's mouth with a loud, wet sloshing sound as he
guided her head with his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. He leaned down to watch
the puffing of her cheeks as he pushed his lust-thickened cock far up between her ovaly
clasping lips, his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as he fucked deeper and
deeper up into her face. It was a wild pleasurable picture... the lovely blonde woman
being held tightly as she willingly took his saliva-glistening cock deep between her
straining red lips. Tony closed his eyes in rapture for a moment, and then looked to
Fritz.
"Okay, Fritz," Tony gasped. "Let's see you climb up on top of that big beautiful naked
ass and fuck the hell out of her hot little cunt."
The huge dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few moments. He had
watched with increasing excitement as the lovely blonde woman got naked, the sight of
her lush, eager body causing the blood to begin rushing through his veins in tingling
anticipation. He had mounted her several times before, and he wondered in his animal
mind when he would again have the chance. He knew he would have to wait for the
signal. Tony had trained him very well to remain still, ready and waiting, until the order
was finally given, but it was difficult, and his front legs shifted excitedly, his ears
slanting forward alertly as small animal whines came from his massive throat.
Fritz watched, perplexed, as Candy crawled between his master's knees, and the sight of
her swelling white buttocks pointed straight back were almost more than the animal
could stand. He could see the soft tuft of hair high up between her thighs that masked
his hoped-for goal. His sharp nose detected the faint odor of musky feminine arousal
juices coming from those familiar depths.
Finally the signal! The huge animal heard his master's passion-distorted voice urging
him on towards the swelling half-moon buttocks thrust back in open invitation.
Fritz moved forward slowly, not completely understanding what was happening this
time. He moved up behind the laboring young woman, his head extending cautiously as
he pushed his nose up between the nakedly crouching blonde woman's firm white
thighs. Candy's entire body shuddered as she felt the first long-hoped-for wet touch
against her waiting nakedness.
Tony also waited in anticipation. The full length mirror in Candy's room gave him a
perfect view of her voluptuously raised ass-cheeks, and he watched avidly as his pet
approached closer and closer, Candy started to mumble something to the dog around
the thick shaft of Tony's mouth-filling penis, and for a moment he felt the pressure
lessen around its bloated length.
"Keep sucking, Candy," he ordered. "Fritz can fend for himself." He grinned in wild
passion as Candy returned to her cock sucking, looking hungrily down as his long
hardened penis continued to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely ovaled mouth.
The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as
though he was sinking the full length of his mammoth rod all the way down her throat.
Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little
stretch showed wet and glistening, protruding from between her lips.
Tony looked back up at the mirror just in time to see Fritz's thick tongue snake out and
lick up the wide split crevice between Candy's buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly into
the tiny ring of her anus. The kneeling woman's body jerked as if from an electric
shock as the warm wet tongue dug into her most sensitive flesh. Then Fritz began
lapping the narrow pink slit up between her thighs in earnest. He ran his tongue wetly
the full length of it, from the tiny sensation-bud of her clitoris, up the fluted pink edges
of her cunt and over the tightly puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the
soft hair-covered swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly between
Candy's wide spread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her
quivering vaginal opening. Candy's whole body was trembling in wanton excitement
and Tony could feel her mouth tightening in spasmodic rhythm around the head of his
swollen hardness as she began to put her whole heart and mouth into the sucking of his
cock.
The lust-maddened woman started to moan incoherently, the sounds bubbling out
wetly from where her lips clasped tightly around Tony's long throbbing cock. All the
while, the giant dog-tongue continued to thrust relentlessly up Candy's moistly spread
cunt, and she reached desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory globes
of her buttocks in order to give the salivating beast full access to her tiny sensitive anal
ring.
His tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the great animal began to
crowd in hard against her. What he wanted was plain, and the sensuously moaning
woman obediently raised her naked ass-cheeks even higher, bending before the panting
dog in passionate surrender while her face remained firmly anchored to Tony's huge
penis that fucked relentlessly in and out of her mouth.
Tony watched spellbound in the mirror as his huge pet mounted Candy passionately
and locked his strong forelegs around her slender waist. Dripping, the glistening long
scarlet penis slipped from the hairy sheath under the animal's belly, the tapered point
slipping and dancing into the hot, wet cuntal crevice below as the dog trembled and
jerked, trying to bury his gleaming shaft in the kneeling woman's body.
Sobbing in desperation, Candy shifted her round buttocks in a crazed effort to capture
the lengthening dog-cock, trying to sheath the long scarlet organ in her tightly
contracting cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find a momentary heaven in her
anus, then attempted to enter. But Candy gave a little cry and tensed her rectal mouth
automatically to evade the sliding prod. Having tasted success, Fritz returned
immediately to attack and thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along the
entire length of her wetly heated cuntal crevice. The hot scarlet of the jabbing canine
penis contrasted blatantly with the fever pink of the woman's passion inflamed genitals,
as her cuntal lips spread open under the relentless pressure of the still unhoused dog
cock rubbing so madly between them.
In final desperation Candy reached back with one hand to grasp the slippery organ and
guide its heavily throbbing tip to the thin, vertical little opening of her moistly
pulsating vaginal slit. Sensing victory, Fritz rammed forward, parting her pussy lips
wider and wider with each forward thrust of his long animal penis. Tony watched in
mounting awe as the German shepherd humped wildly and buried his huge red shaft
deep up into the squirming girl's hotly grasping cuntal passage. The massive organ
slithered forward with a rush until it was sunk to the hilt, the hairy animal balls
swinging below in the open space created by her wide-spread thighs.
Candy gave a low moan of relief as Fritz began fucking rhythmically into her. The
quivering woman undulated her nakedly kneeling body and moved her buttocks in little
circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from
behind. Her face was contorted in rapture, and her large taut breasts danced beneath
her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock, a relentless hot poker
of glistening flesh, burying itself deep up into her warmly engulfing belly.
Each powerful thrust from the salivating animal behind rammed the girl's writhing
forward onto Tony's lust-swollen cock. The woman's passion-drugged mind began to
wander. Nothing mattered but the two cocks that were fucking in and out of her at the
same time... the long animal penis that filled her cunt and the massive thick cock
pumping in and out of her mouth. The kneeling woman began sucking to please,
running her tongue wetly around and around the desire swollen shaft and flicking her
tongue tip teasingly into the tiny open slit at the end of the smooth rubbery head. She
could feel his penis throbbing as if it had a life of its own, and she knew that it would
erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of white hot cum that would squirt
into her mouth and throat in a never ending stream. Then she could concentrate on the
incredible sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her animal-lover behind.
Candy's head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking to
draw the thick milky semen from it as Tony twisted and groaned above her, raining
obscenities down at the top of her blonde head and watching with delight the stretched
oval of her full lips straining at his penis as though it were a popsicle. The girl worked
on and on, pinned between the two rutting males and loving every moment of it.
Tony's face writhed in pleasurably agony as Candy's tongue made the head of his cock
jerk and throb like some chained animal wanting to be free.
He watched hypnotized as the flesh of her lips was pulled out grotesquely on the
outstroke, clinging to the saliva-coated shaft of his penis as she sucked hungrily, all her
concentration now on the task before her. Looking over her shoulders, Tony stared with
wide-eyed delight into the eyes of his own dog as Fritz fucked relentlessly into the
spasming female body before him. It was almost as if his wildly pulsating cock in her
mouth was somehow connecting him to the strange coupling of woman and dog and a
wild thrill shot through his mind.
"Suck it, lover... suck it cunty love," Tony hissed, closing his eyes and pretending for a
moment that it was the dark-haired bitch from across the hall who was hunched before
him like this. Goddamn, he'd have her like this soon. He was going to shove his cock in
her body so far it would go in one end and come out the other.
Without warning, Tony's pelvis began pistoning wildly, each tremor ramming his long
rigid penis deeper and deeper inside Candy's voraciously sucking mouth. The gasping
woman could feel his lust-thickened hardness throbbing against her cheeks and tongue,
and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth!
And she wanted it. She wanted to swallow every precious, delicious drop of his semen,
and she sucked hungrily, desperately, her mouth salivating as it never had before, while
sharp bolts of mounting pleasure shot upwards from behind her animal-filled cunt.
Tony groaned above her, flailing his head and ramming deep into her throat, while he
held her lust contorted face in the prison of his hands. Suddenly his cock began to jerk,
and a second later it spewed gushes of thick white cum deep into her throat. Candy
groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed quickly up and down,
trying to keep pace with the spewing sperm that jetted rhythmically into the warmly
gulping confines of her mouth. Clasping her lips like a tight elastic ring around the
ejaculating member, the beautiful blonde woman swallowed madly, swirling her tongue
around and around the swollen cock-head. She wanted to suck him dry, wanted to
empty him. His groans of pleasure spurred her on to greater effort. It went on and on
and she thought it would never end, until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her
head fell away, and the giant throbbing cock gave one last spurt and slipped loosely
from her cum-flooded mouth.
Candy went completely out of her mind now that she was able to concentrate on the
wild sensations that Fritz's cock was pounding into her. Looking back over her shoulder
at the hunching animal, the wildly excited young beauty called back in mindless
exhortations.
"Oh God, fuck harder... faster! Come on, darling, fuck Candy... cum in me... I want
you to Fill me with your beautiful hot animal cum...!" f The desperately swaying
woman was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating lust-deranged flesh that
begged to be filled with as much cum as she could possibly hold. She was revelling in
being fucked by this panting beast and fucking back at him, and she ground her body
back against his hairy jerking loins like the animal she felt she was now.
Tony continued watching the salacious spectacle in fascination, his thick depleted cock
lying limply on his thigh. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice on
Candy's nakedly rotating buttocks and they glistened in the light of her suite as they
ran slowly down the backs of her straining thighs.
Suddenly the unmistakable signal of fulfillment sprayed through Candy's seething loins
like the prickling of a million needles gnawing at the base of her belly with the total
promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. The sex-maddened woman moaned helplessly as
she neared the jagged edges of her mounting climax and fucked back even harder onto
the long wet cock that plunged into her gratefully devouring little hole up between her
wildly bucking thighs.
Abruptly the passion-stunned woman raised her head to wail out a guttural animalish
groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed eyes grew large and unseeing.
"Oooo... Aaaaaaaaa... God! God! I can't stand it! I'm going mad! Oh God! Fuck me
with your beautiful cock!"
Then her voice died in a strangled mixture of sobs and sighs as the first wild spasm of
her orgasm struck, and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against
the raging dog-cock in a desperate lung. Fritz responded with a heavy forward cunt
reaming stab just as his huge hardened cock began to jerk up inside her hungrily
convulsing young belly and spew its hotly foaming animal sperm in liquid jets deep up
into her contracting cunt.
Again, the sex-maddened woman screamed out, her tautened buttocks reacting
convulsively to the incredible animal explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her
head was flailing wildly in her final bliss and her long blonde hair whipped from side to
side in a cloud. A combination of human-animal liquid passion trickled warmly from
the nakedly kneeling woman's still sucking cuntal mouth and dripped in white pools
onto the floor below. Then the exhausted woman groaned softly and collapsed forward
onto the carpet, Fritz's softening penis slipping loosely from her flooded cunt with a
wet popping sound.
The great dog stood above her for a moment and then his massive head lowered and he
began licking the remnants of cum from Candy's still spastically twitching young
buttocks.
The room was silent except for Candy's exhausted panting. Then she was aware once
again of Tony's presence.
"I hope you enjoyed the show," she said, managing to smile. "I'll bet you can't
remember the last time you've seen two fuckings like this on the same night."
"No, as a matter-of-fact, I can't remember," Tony admitted as he smiled at the passion
face of Candy. "And I was actually doing a little thinking, believe it or not."
"I believe it," Candy said as the bits and pieces of her reason returned to her. "I'll bet it
has something to do with fucking though."
"Well... of course. I was thinking about that dark-haired cunt across the hall."
"I should have guessed as much," Candy panted. "Have you come up with any ideas?"
"Plenty. I haven't got all the details worked out, but something tells me that we have
the answer to all their problems right here in this room."
"I don't get you lover."
"Fritz, cunty love," Tony said, walking to Candy's liquor cabinet and pouring himself a
drink. "Fritz is more than enough to make any woman happy. Something tells me that
all Gloria needs is a really good fucking. Maybe two, since I aim to get my cock in her.
If she gets it, I think she'll be better able to cope with her husband."
"So... there's a little of the good Samaritan in you after all," Candy said, smiling.
"A little. Besides, if things work out well enough, everyone will get a little something.
And that includes you."
"Huuuuuummmmmmmmm..." Candy smiled.
"Yeah, I'd like a shot at Mark."
"Uh huh. Now listen. Here's my plan."
Candy listened as Tony told her what he had in mind. Once she asked a question when
it looked as though he was through.
"Do you really think she'll go through with it?"
"Lover, I'll bet she's so frustrated now that she'll try anything once. And I'm counting
on her trying a couple of things more than once."
"Than I'm all for it," Candy said with glee. "We start tomorrow?"
"We start tomorrow."


Chapter 3

The truth of the matter was, Gloria really did have a headache, although she was certain
that Mark didn't believe her when she had told him that earlier this morning. The hurt
look on his face when she had mentioned it told her that he felt terribly guilty about his
two-time failure in bed with her. In a way, it was that unfulfilled excitement that had
brought the throbbing pain to her head... the tension of orgasm promised, only to face
the awful reality of disappointment had caused her head to feel as though a thundering
herd of elephants had run over it.
Naturally, Mark was a little angry when she had told him that she just wanted to stay in
the hotel suite for the day, or at least the morning. When she had suggested that he go
out on the town alone, he had stared at her, and she was almost certain that he was
forcing himself to hold tears back. Simply talking to him made her whole head and
neck throb with a dull pain, and she was certain that she would be all right after a little
rest.
"There's no point in you staying in here cooped up with me all day," she had told him
after he had made the offer.
Mark, sensing that he was being rejected by his wife of less than three days, couldn't
think of anything to say, and he had dressed quickly, mumbling something about how
she was not to expect him until "later".
Then he slammed the door to their suite.
That had been a little more than an hour ago, and despite the guilt Gloria felt about
what had happened, she had gone right back to sleep. Now, as she lay in her bed, the
rumpled sheets and blankets blatant evidence of her thrashing beneath Mark's body the
night before, she tried to reason through what could have possibly happened.
She had been a virgin when she met Mark a little more than a year ago. She had been
raised by gentle parents in a small town in Iowa. Her parents were people who believed
in the older ways when it came to sex... the idea that a woman was to remain a virgin
until her wedding night something that they had deeply ingrained in Gloria, their only
child.
Keeping to that belief hadn't been easy for the lovely young girl. Even before she had
reached puberty, it was obvious that she was going to be of greater than average
loveliness. Many of the older, more mature boys of her grammar school had dated her,
thinking that since she was so beautiful, she would be an easy lay.
They were wrong. Although Gloria was popular with many of her classmates, she had
earned the reputation of being something of a cold fish when it came to making out.
She entered high school at fourteen and still unkissed.
Almost over-night, the young girl became a young woman, reaching puberty right
before the eyes of her parents. One moment she was interested in dolls, and the next,
she was interested in boys. Her breasts developed rapidly, and her little girl looks gave
way to those of a stunningly beautiful young woman. She was the envy of all her girl
friends, since her combination of eye-pleasing curves and cheerful outlook on life made
her popular with all the boys in her high school, including the older ones. She never
had a free week-end, and went to many places on dates that her friends could only
dream about while they waited for nature to take its course.
Through all of it, though, she remembered the lessons her parents had taught her. She
would allow her dates to kiss her in high school, and some of them she would kiss long
and deep, occasionally letting them thrust their tongues deeply into her open mouth.
That was as far as things went until she entered college. At Iowa State, things were little
different, though. Gloria grew bolder in that she would allow some of her dates to place
their hands on her breasts and knead them through the cloth of her blouse and bra.
Once she had let a young boy take her hand and place it on the bulge of his cock, and
she had actually massaged the searing organ through his pants. It's touch filled her with
a strange and wonderful thrill, but she finally pulled it away as the boy, sensing that she
was coming around to a more modern way of thinking, placed his hand on the inside of
her right thigh and began moving his fingers upward, toward the forbidden region of
her young vagina. She shivered as she felt her natural lubrication flowing copiously
from her passion inflamed pussy lips, but she held off. It was wrong, and that was all
there was to it! She would know when she met the right man, because he would marry
her.
She had not been mistaken in that respect. After her second year at college, she
accidentally bumped into Mark Knight and knocked his books to the floor. For a long
moment, Mark and Gloria stared at each other, both of them knowing that they had
found the partners they had been waiting for all their lives.
For the next two years, they dated each other. Mark soon found out that Gloria was not
going to let him fuck her unless he married her, and Mark, who lost count of the
number of women he had fucked by this point in his life, found this philosophy
strangely refreshing. Even though he had an occasional affair with some of the other
women on the campus, they were only to relieve the frustration instilled in him because
Gloria would allow him to pet her, but not go "all the way" with her. Gloria knew
about these affairs, or at least knew that Mark might be doing something like that, and,
to her surprise, she didn't mind at all. She knew that once she and Mark were married,
she would be able to provide him with everything he wanted. It would be better, she
reasoned, if he got his little flings out of his system now, rather than have them after
they were married.
The wedding had been a graduation present from Gloria's father, and as soon as the
ceremony was over, the two honeymooners traveled to Chicago, preferring to stay in
the Mid-west, yet still get a taste of a totally urban living style.
On her wedding night, Gloria, convinced that she had met the man of her dreams, had
none of the fears of sex a new bride is sometimes prone to. Quite the opposite. Now
that she was married, she was determined that she could and would give herself to the
pleasures she had denied herself all her life. She had casually and shamelessly stripped
naked for her husband, secure in the knowledge that this was the proper thing to do.
She delighted in the sight of her first naked penis as it pointed at her from Mark's
powerful loins, and her heart pounded in her chest as she prepared to receive the total
satisfaction only her husband could give her.
For a while, everything had gone well. Each little movement seemed better than the
first, and she allowed herself to be swept up in a mounting whirlwind of pleasure while
Mark aroused her more than she would have thought possible. After the initial
penetration into her cunt, deflowering her forever, she gasped as she felt her orgasm
building and building in her long too empty loins. Her belly had become a raging
inferno of lust and excitement, and each inward thrust of her husband's cock deep in
her belly brought her closer and closer to the point of explosion. Her hips had
undulated instinctively, automatically, and she gripped Mark's naked pumping
buttocks, pulling him even deeper into her churning belly.
And then it had happened. The pressure in her vagina had nearly reached the bursting
point when suddenly, Mark stopped, and his penis slipped from her desperate cuntal
sluice, leaving her totally unfulfilled.
Gloria couldn't believe it. For nearly five minutes she lay next to her husband,
wondering what the matter could possibly be. He cradled her in his arms, trying to
sooth her and promising that he would make up for it the next time. Then he had
drifted to sleep, leaving Gloria's vagina in a terribly tingling state and aching for release.
She had laid awake for nearly an hour, unable to get to sleep, her hand creeping down
her naked belly toward her aching cunt, only to have her pull it away at the last
moment. Masturbating was something she could never do... and certainly not with her
husband sleeping next to her.
All the next day, Mark had tried to make up his failure by being extra nice, and later
that night, Gloria became determined that she would not allow him to fail her again.
She had come so close the time before that she had almost tasted success.
But he had failed! As Gloria stared at the ceiling, she could feel a tear welling up in her
sparkling dark eyes. He had failed her twice in a row, and she didn't know what the
matter could be.
She was almost certain that it had been her fault. As she brought her naked body to a
sitting position on the edge of her bed, she began to wonder if there were possibly
something she hadn't thought of. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before,
and as she thought through her life before marrying Mark, she wondered if she hadn't
made a mistake by remaining a virgin until she married. An old saying popped into her
mind:
"A person learns best by the mistakes made."
It was true, she knew, but the time for making mistakes is before marriage, and not
after, when it's too late to change anything. Perhaps if she had allowed Mark to fuck
her long before this, the problem could have been resolved by now. If she had not been
a virgin when she met him, the problem might not have existed at all.
She placed her elbows on her naked knees and rested her face in her sweating palms. It
had been her fault. If only she had gone through this experience with someone she did
not love long before this, she was certain that there would be no problem today. The
thought of living the rest of life in this frustration was something she could not face. It
was unbearable.
She slipped into her bathrobe and went to the window to look out over the city. It was
early Thursday morning, and Gloria could see people walking back and forth from her
top floor suite. She wondered if any of them had the same problem she did. She
couldn't see their faces, but she was.
And somewhere out there was her husband, wandering around and thinking the same
things she was. Instinctively she looked for him, knowing that it was a senseless waste
of time. She was alone on her honeymoon, and that was all there was to it.
Sighing, she decided that she would at least get dressed and do some sight seeing on
her own. Maybe it was best that she and Mark stay away from each other for the day.
She was certain that he felt as bad as she did right now. It would be better if they were
left to their own thoughts. She knew one thing, though. She was going to talk to him
tonight. Keeping this problem hidden wouldn't do either of them any good. What ever
the matter was, Gloria was determined that she would nip it in the bud.
From his hiding place in the old storage room, Tony smiled. When he had seen Mark
leave without Gloria earlier, the hotel clerk knew that a rift had existed between them.
It had been his plan to use Candy to lure Mark away from Gloria for a little while, but
that part of his plan hadn't been necessary. And that would have been the hardest part.
With that little detail already taken care of, it was time to continue.
He picked up the basket of fruit he had brought with him and lead Fritz through the
small part of the hallway to the bridal suite. He smiled as he knocked on the door.
Although he had a plan in mind, he really had none of the details worked out. He had
learned long ago that the best way to make sure that nothing went wrong was to just
play things by ear as the need arose. With the little knowledge he had gained last night
from watching the couple in bed, he was pretty certain that he could wing it with no
problem.
Gloria answered the door, dressed in her bathrobe.
"Yes?" she asked, trying her best to hide the disappointment and frustration she had
been feeling.
"Compliments of the hotel to the newly married couple," Tony smiled as he handed her
the basket of fruit. "I gather that you and your husband are finding everything to your
liking."
This sudden unexpected gift made Gloria feel a little better. She had thought that all
she wanted to do was just be left alone, but now that there was another person facing
her, she found that that was the last thing she wanted.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the man she recognized as her clerk.
"My pleasure," Tony said. "We at the hotel like to bring as much happiness to our guest
as possible. Good for public relations, you know."
So far, Gloria hadn't even noticed Fritz, and the huge dog was a little disappointed at
that fact. He had been watching Gloria with the same interest as Tony through the one
way mirror, and already he could feel his animal instincts aroused. His keen nose could
sense the faint odor of feminine arousal, and he wondered if he would be getting a
chance to mount this lovely dark-haired woman in the near future. To make his
presence known, he gave a little whine and pressed his sleek, furry body against the
naked leg of Gloria.
The newlywed jumped at the unexpected touch, and then looked down lovingly at the
handsome beast.
"What a lovely dog," she said, bending down to pet his head. "Is he yours?"
"Fritz? Yes, he's mine." Tony answered. "He and I have been together for quite some
time now. I wouldn't dream of being without him." And then the clerk grew more
serious. "I hope you won't think me presumptuous, Mrs. Knight ... "
"Gloria," she corrected him.
"I'm sorry, Gloria, I know it's really none of my business, but you don't look as happy
as a new bride should. I can't believe that you and Mark have had a fight already.
Something like that could give the hotel a bad reputation, and I wouldn't ... "
A worried smile came to the lovely young woman's face. "I didn't think it showed all
that much," she said, looking at the handsome dog at her feet.
"I've learned to read expressions in people," Tony told her. "And you just don't look as
happy as some of the other brides I've seen in this room." It was a lie. If Tony hadn't
seen Gloria and Mark in bed the night before, he would have thought that everything
was just perfect. But there was no reason to tell Gloria that. If she thought her
unhappiness was obvious, she wouldn't bother to hide it from him.
"Well... Mark and I are going through a difficult time," Gloria said. "To be really
honest, it's not something I can talk about."
"Ahhhhh... I understand," Tony said, gazing at the ripe swelling of her full, hard
breasts. The top part of her robe had pulled open, and it was all Tony could do to lift
himself up on his toes and peer down her well-fleshed cleft. He could see the budding
hardness of her nipples pressing against the cloth of the robe from the inside, and for a
brief moment, he allowed the memory of Gloria's lovely nakedness to wash through his
mind. "I... uhhh... I don't see your husband around here," Tony observed. "Did he step
out for something or...?"
"He had... he had some business to take care of," Gloria lied, coming to the defense of
her husband. She was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with all these questions
Tony was answering, and she wished he would leave.
It was all Tony could do to take his eyes off her breasts, but he found the strength to
look into Gloria's deep, lovely wide spaced brown eyes as he said, "I really can't
understand something like that. If I were on a honeymoon with someone as lovely as
you, I wouldn't leave the room for a moment."
Insistently, Gloria was offended by this man's forwardness, and just as insistently, she
was grateful for the compliment. She smiled at him, unable to come to grips with the
changing tones in his voice and the strange expressions on his face.
"Like I say, I don't like to see newlyweds unhappy, especially on their honeymoon. I
have to go back to work, but suppose I leave Fritz with you. You could take him for a
walk if you like. He's great protection. And he seems to like you. I'll admit, he's not
your husband, but he will be some company. Who knows? Things could very well look
a lot better after you've spent the day with him. He doesn't hold up his end of the
conversation all that well, but he can be a lot of fun."
As though he wouldn't take no for an answer, Tony handed Gloria the leash, and she
took it automatically. Fritz's happiness was immediately evident, and he pranced
around, rubbing against Gloria's legs, trying his best to make her want him.
"Well, I don't know "
"Sure you do," Tony said, his voice cheery. "He seems to like you, and that's good
enough for me. I trust you, and he won't be any bother at all." Then winking playfully
at her, "besides, what have you got to lose?"
Gloria laughed her acceptance, and Tony bowed slightly and backed out of the door.
When he heard it close behind him, he fished out a cigarette and lit it, letting it dangle
between his smiling lips. For a moment he stood there, his mind a blank. Then he tried
to imagine what Gloria's face would look like when Fritz really got going. From what
he had seen of the lovely dark-haired woman, it wouldn't take very much to get her set
off. All Fritz would have to do was let her know what it was he wanted. She was so hot
from two unfulfilled orgasms that she would probably do anything to achieve a climax.
And Fritz could give her an orgasm that would be something to write home about.
Then he smiled more. What the hell was he doing out in the hall wondering what she
would look like when he could see the real thing? He walked to his own room in the
hotel, a room he rarely used, since he preferred to sleep in the rooms of the women he
fucked, and found his movie camera. He doubted that he would have to use the
pictures he would be taking, but he had learned from past experience that it never hurt
to have a little insurance, just in case. Then he crept to his hiding place and waited. If
everything worked out according to plan, the ache in his balls that had existed ever
since Gloria had checked into the hotel would be taken care of tonight.
Still standing at the door to her room, Gloria looked down at the dog, smiling up at her
as dogs do. She felt just a little silly holding him by his leash, and she decided that he
would probably be more happy if she took it off, which she did.
"There, now, do you like that?" she said in a soothing voice.
Apparently he did, for he immediately began jumping up and down, trying to stand up
on his hind legs and rest his front paws on Gloria's chest.
"Hey now," Gloria laughed, "I don't want you to tear this robe from my body. That's
something only Mark is allowed to do. Though I doubt he'll ever want to even try after
what's been happening between, us," she added as an after thought. "I don't suppose
you would understand something like that, would you?"
Fritz gave no indication that he did. Rather, he continued trying to rest himself against
Gloria's chest.
"Okay, okay," Gloria said laughing. "Something tells me that you want to go out for a
walk. To tell you the truth, I could use the same thing, and I would rather have you
with me then no one. But suppose you let me take a bath. I'm kind of sweaty from the
heat of the last two nights."
As she walked to the bathroom, Fritz followed close by her. Twice she looked at him,
feeling better already. She had never had a pet when she was a little girl, and until this
very moment, she could never understand why anyone would want one.
Now she knew. A pet was someone to talk to, something that could be trusted
completely. She knew that she could tell Fritz anything in the world, and there would
be no possibility of his going around town and betraying the trust she placed in him.
"Would you like to watch me take a bath?" she asked, noting the eagerness in his eyes.
"Mark told me that he would like to take a bath with me someday, but it doesn't look
like that day will be in the near future."
Fritz didn't understand a word she said, but he did like the pleasing, soothing sound of
her voice. She was very friendly, and he liked being with her.
Gloria began to get into a playful mood as she stripped her robe from her body and
turned on the hot water. For a brief moment, she felt a little self-conscious about being
naked in front of Fritz, but she caught herself. After all, he was just a dog. What could
he do?
While she was waiting for the tub to fill, she went to the mirror and brushed her long,
full dark hair. Every once in a while, she would see the reflection of her eyes in the
mirror, and she noted, with some disappointment, that her unhappiness was as obvious
as Tony had told her. Now that she was alone with her thoughts, she found it hard to
maintain her gay mood, despite the playfulness she felt at the moment. She allowed her
eyes to travel along the supple nakedness of her body, stopping at various points to
dwell on her problem. As she gazed with a hypnotic trance at her swelling, pink
nipples, surrounded by the darker brown of her aureolas, she wondered if it would ever
be possible for Mark to make her happy, the way he had promised he would. Through
the valley of her round, hard breasts, she could see the delicious puncture of her belly
button, nestled like a flesh-rimmed well in the flat plane of her even, flat belly. She
sucked in her breath, pulling the flesh of her naked stomach away and revealing to her
own gaze the rich, thickly matted mound of her pussy hair, its downward point
extending into the area between her thighs and finally ending at the thin pink ribbon of
her vaginal slit. Even as she looked at herself like this, she could feel her clitoris
becoming tingly and hard, as though her own nakedness aroused her. Her hands left
her head and dropped to the outsides of her thighs, then moved slowly around until
they came to rest in the jungle of her cuntal region. God! How lovely and wonderful
Mark's hands had felt there... how soothing... how exciting!
The tip of her middle finger of her left hand grazed along the fluted edges of her cunt,
and she held it there for a moment, feeling her passion lubrication flowing out to meet
it. For a moment, she thought of fingering herself right then and there... masturbating
herself to relieve the mounting frustration that came from two vain attempts at orgasm.
She shivered as she felt her fingernail graze along the hardness of her clitoris, and then
she inserted it all the way, spreading her legs so that she could rest the palm of her
hand tightly in her pussy hair.
It wasn't enough! It just wasn't enough!! The memory of Mark's cock filling her vagina
to the brim refused to leave her mind, and by comparison, her finger was hopelessly
inadequate. She began to desperately shove her finger all the way into her pussy sluice,
but it was no good. Even though she experienced some pleasure, she knew that it would
never match the thrill of a real cock in her cunt. And try as she might, she could not
make herself believe that her finger was a cock.
The sound of splashing water in the tub brought her out of her trance, and she turned
with a start, remembering that it was still running. Quickly, she turned it off, and then
lowered her slightly aroused body into the steaming water, instantly delighting in the
soothing effects it had on her. She felt as though she were entering a warm, wet world
which shielded her from all her worries and problems.
Laying on the other side of the bathroom, Fritz watched the young girl intently. When
she had started fingering her vagina, his ears had perked up, waiting for the command
he had been trained to wait for. His nose could sense the mounting odor of her heated
passion, and he was certain that in no time, she would kneel down to her and tell him
to mount her.
Then she had stopped, and Fritz couldn't understand why. He could feel a pressure in
his animal balls that was telling him he needed release, but it didn't look as though he
was going to get it. He could feel his heart sink with frustration as he stared at Gloria
soaping herself. His eyes were fixed on her as she ran her hands all over her creamy soft
body, created billowing on her breasts that covered them completely, except for her
growing nipples, which played a little peek-a-boo behind the soft white cloud. He came
anxiously to his feet as Gloria knelt up and covered her cuntal mound with a rich
coating of soap, and he began panting as she kneaded the suds into her pussy, allowing
them to flow down the insides of her water-glistened thighs. His eyes were riveted on
her vaginal slit as she maneuvered her hands around and around, and he could smell
the passion she was bringing upon herself with this action.
Then she lowered herself into the tub and rinsed, and Fritz gave a soft sigh. He couldn't
understand why his master had given him to this woman if she was not going to let
him mount her. She didn't even act as though she knew he was in the room with her.
Again he came to his feet as Gloria gingerly lifted herself out of the tub, and he wagged
his tail in hopeful anticipation as she toweled herself down, patting her soft, supply skin
lightly.
Suddenly, Gloria turned to him, as though she hadn't expected him to still be in the
bathroom with her.
"Why... Fritz. I forgot all about you. I'm sorry. I guess I was just lost in my own
problems. I really wish you could talk. You look so intelligent, I'll bet you could help
me understand what to do, I've tried everything I can think of. Maybe that's the
trouble. Maybe I was trying too hard. Maybe I just made Mark so aroused that I didn't
give him a chance to move at his own speed. Maybe I was being so selfish that I didn't
think about his needs."
Her voice was soothing and warm, and Fritz began to think that he would be able to
mount her after all. As she patted herself dry while the tub drained, he crowded in close
to her, hoping that if his body touched hers, she would see how eager he was.
It didn't work. Rather than kneeling down to him, she left the bathroom, walking to
the bedroom completely naked. Fritz, seeing this as a sign, followed her.
Gloria couldn't understand her actions. Generally, she never liked prancing around in
the nude like this. Even when she had been alone in her home in Iowa, she had never
done it. She would always wrap a towel around her after a bath, and keep it there until
she had all her clothes laid out.
Now, though, she felt very devil-may-care, and the cool air wafting against her naked
body made her feel tingly and vibrant, alive and eager to face what ever would come
during the day. While she had been taking her bath, she re-affirmed her desire to bring
the problem she and Mark were having out in the open. She would talk to him about it
as soon as he returned.
At the moment, though, all she wanted to do was leave the bridal suite. Tossing the
damp towel in the bed, she sauntered to the closet, looking for something light for the
walk she had planned.
Watching from behind the mirror, Tony smiled.
Things were going a little slow at the moment, though he could see that that wouldn't
continue. Fritz was alone with a lovely naked woman. Tony knew that was all he would
need. In just a short time, if Gloria didn't do something, Fritz would, and the hotel
clerk lit another cigarette, betting with himself that before he Finished smoking it, 
Fritz would make his move.
The aroused German shepherd watched the rippling buttocks of the frustrated
newlywed as she looked through her hanging clothes. He couldn't understand what she
was doing, though he was pretty sure he didn't like it. Her clean body still smelled of
passion unfulfilled, and the aroused dog gazed at her, trying to figure out what she was
doing. When she turned around, holding up a skirt and blouse, he cocked his head to
one side, not believing that she was going to get dressed. She set the clothing down on
the bed, and then sat on the edge as she fumbled with them, taking them off their
hanger.
"Just a little while longer," Gloria soothed him. "I want to make sure I'm dressed for
the weather. It's pretty warm out, and you look like you want to do a lot of running."
Slowly, Fritz crept toward her, watching her as her legs spread slightly apart with her
movements. He felt a quivering in his loins from the torrid sight of the lovely naked
woman less than two feet from him, and he could hold back no longer. He didn't mind
being teased a little, but this was too much, and he was determined that he would let
her know it!
As he moved closer to her, Gloria caught sight of him, and she bent down to hold his
head between her hands and scratch him behind his pointed ears. In a flash, his tongue
licked out gently and touched her lips.
Gloria couldn't move! The effect was stunning... totally stunning! If a human had kissed
her like that, she couldn't have felt it more intently.
"Why... you little devil," she managed to gasp, finally able to reel back a little as her
mind was suddenly ablaze with conflicting thoughts. She couldn't believe the intense
thrill she received by Fritz's lip-licking, and her body, already aroused from her
ineffective manipulations, responded the way it had when Mark had first kissed her.
Again Fritz licked out, this time actually touching the tip of her tongue as it hung
loosely from her mouth. The sensation was incredible! It was exactly the same as when
Mark French-kissed her. For a moment, she wasn't certain but what she was loosing her
stability. She couldn't remember having more wildly provocative sensations of desire
than those that were now beginning in the secret depths of her belly.
She narrowed her eyes in wonderment at Fritz, totally unable to think of anything but
the tingling thrills his tongue had brought her thus far. It couldn't be possible that she
could be sexually aroused by a dog, could it?
The question entered her mind, and she found that no amount of thinking could
remove it. She tried to stand up, but she found her legs wobbly... wobbly with the
weakness that comes from passionate arousal. She sat back down on the edge of the bed
and stared at Fritz, her hands moving as if with minds of their own along the satin
smoothness of her hips and thighs toward the now passion-wet area of her cunt. There
they stopped for a moment, and then she found that she was consciously moving them
upward over the bent plane of her belly to the sensuously swelling mounds of her
breasts.
The frustration she had been subjected to for the last two nights finally washed over
her. Even though she knew her Fingers would never be able to replace Mark's cock in
her vagina, she had to do something. She had kept it bottled in her body for too long.
The time had come for release. NOW!
She touched the tiny pink nipples of her breasts, which had raised into little marbles of
hardness and teasingly fondled them, closing her eyes and doing her best to imagine
that they were not her hands, but Marks which pinched them. She had masturbated
once or twice before in her life, but only when the need was so great that there was
nothing she could do to stop it. If there was ever one of those times, this was it.
She laid back on the bed and spread her thighs, once again oblivious to the great dog
which watched her intently. It never occurred to her that Fritz was aroused. All she
knew at that point was that his licking of her lips had touched off the final spark of
passionate need in her loins, and she would have to take care of that feeling before any
more time passed.
But if she had forgotten about Fritz, the dog had not forgotten about the ache that
existed in his own loins. Without any hesitation now, he walked to her, jumped up
onto the bed and licked out with his wet hot tongue over the smooth flesh of her softly
quivering belly.
Gloria's mind was suddenly cascaded into a vortex of mindless sensual pleasure. Her
eyes popped open and she raised her head to watch as Fritz licked upward over her
small rounded tummy of her flattened belly! Higher and higher he came, until at last he
was licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her passion-swelling breasts, ever licking
upward over them to their near-bursting little nipples!
"Ooooohhhh..." Gloria moaned shamelessly as the sensations engendered by his tongue
took immediate hold of her reason, completely obliterating it and scattering it to the
wind that came off the lake. It was incredible. The thoughts running through her mind
told her that there was something wrong with what was happening. There was nothing
normal about being sexually aroused by a dog. That was something she had been
taught long ago.
But just as quickly came the thought that is she enjoyed it so much, it had to be
normal. Nothing that felt so wonderful could possibly be considered wrong or
perverted. As his tongue caressed wetly at the pinkly throbbing tips again and again,
maddening charges of a new and foreign desire whipped wildly through her nakedly
spread body.
She reasoned quickly. She had to have release... the release she knew her own fingers
could not bring her, now that she had tasted the passion a huge swollen cock in her
vagina. She had never dreamed of taking another man into her body, and the thought
of having to settle with her own hands was something she had resigned herself to.
But if Fritz could bring her the pleasure she needed... give her the passion she had been
denied, why shouldn't she take advantage of it? Certainly it wasn't the same as taking
another penis besides Mark's. And it would certainly be much better than her own
hands.
Even as she thought things through, she could feel her nakedly spread body slipping
from the edge of the bed to the floor. Her lust-clouded mind was blanking to
everything but the ever-mounting sensations Fritz's hotly licking tongue rippled over
her heaving breasts as he followed her down. She heard him whimper from deep in his
animal throat, and she opened her eyes, her impassioned gaze fixed on his incredibly
seductive love-making. Then his warm brown eyes raised to meet hers, their candent
glow level with her own. She waited, not speaking, not moving, only intensely
breathing through parted, gasping lips, and he moved upward to lick them once again.
Boiling animal-blood pounded through Fritz's body as he once more tasted the delicate
essence of the naked woman's heat on her lips and fire-tipped tongue. With his own, he
whiningly flicked back at the tiny, pink member darting from her open mouth, licking
and tasting its wet sweetness while faint mewling sounds purred from beyond it.
Gloria pushed herself away from the bed and lay down completely on the floor as she
closed her eyes and actually began returning his caresses. There was nothing of right or
wrong in the young bride's mind now. All she knew was the wild, flesh-tingling
pleasure that seared through her entire body, releasing the passion she had stored up
for her husband... passion that had been totally unrequited, and was making itself the
control of her mind now.
Abruptly his kisses stopped, and Gloria lifted her head and opened her eyes to see him
moving down between her legs, spread out wide on the floor next to the bed. Her
excited breathing quickened, and she heard her own guttural whine as his head moved
closer and closer to the nakedly quivering vaginal slit between her passion taut thighs.
Then his cool wet nose brushed against the white hot flesh of her upper thighs... and
finally against the thin, hair-lined crevice of her eagerly waiting pussy.
"Aaaaaahhh...!!" she blurted the moment his tongue snaked up between her slightly
upraised legs to wormingly lick up and down the smooth, tanned valley surrounding
her little anal mouth. He had bypassed her vagina completely in this first swipe, making
her all the more aroused as he teasingly licked and explored into the tightly clasped,
baby-like lips of her ass!
How long that went on, Gloria wasn't certain. She could only know his searing wet
lavings coming closer and closer to her already undulating pussy... until, finally, he
brought his tongue along the narrow pink crevice of her vaginal flanges.
A delectable shiver coursed over her naked curves as he drew the burning wetness of
his long, thick hot cunt, from the dampened little anus, teasingly along the thin, hair
lined edges, of her desire-swollen pussy lips to the tiny bud of her now excitedly jerking
clitoris. Again he did it, this time his lengthy, fire-filled tongue licking through the
outer lips of her desire-moistened pussy like a hot knife through melted butter! It didn't
stop, but continued splaying wide the wetly sizzling cuntal flesh, at last lunging in a
sudden wildly deep curl far up into the clutching heat of her greedily craving vagina!
Gloria moaned, spasming with the hitherto unknown ecstasy of oral love making, her
sensuously glazed eyes looking down between her breasts and salaciously feeding on the
wild spectacle.
"Ooohhhhh... ooooooohhhh GOD!" she moaned. She was going to cum. This time, she
was going to cum. She knew it. Fritz was going to do it to her. She would cum a dozen
times!!
Her gasping moans increased, her shamelessly ignited brain slipping deeper and deeper
into the thrills she never thought could possibly exist for her. Again and again his
beautiful scorching tongue licked hungrily through her wide-split vaginal and anal
crevice. At its peak, it would hesitate for a moment, then flick hotly up into the burning
liquid flesh to tease at the palpitating bud of her tiny, erect clitoris, fanning the hotly
growing flames inside her like a renegade wind.
On and on it went, with Gloria losing all relation to time and space, her first orgasm
sweeping over her like an unexpected hurricane, the explosion bursting deep in the
intricate depths of her screaming, needing loins in an unequaled fierceness to
overwhelm her at last with velvety waves of tingling, pleasureful joy she felt to the very
tips of her fingers and toes! And the heated flow of her teeming orgasm only seemed to
spur her whimpering animal lover on as his excitedly laving tongue licked wildly
through her wetly spasming cuntal flesh, until she was moaning and squirming insanely
beneath it!
"Oooooohhh... aaaaaahhh..." she gutturally wailed as he lunged the long thick measure
of hot animal flesh with a lust-teasing curl even deeper up into the feverishly clutching
channel of her burning vaginal passage. Again she lifted her head to thrillingly watch
her soft curves ripple and squirm beneath his unbelievable cunt-licking.
"Oooooohhh... further... further... Shove your hot tongue up into my cunt as far as you
can...!" She didn't even have to think of the words. They just came, even as she felt yet
another orgasm race unchecked through her belly.
Helpingly, she reached down between her widespread thighs and grasped his furry head
to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly palpitating cuntal channel! His firebrand
tongue seared through the warmly seething hole like a white-hot whip, his own animal
whines matching hers as he lashed and tongue-fucked the smooth blood-tingling cunt
walls with a skill Gloria would never have thought possible.
The hot pink flesh of her cunt in its flowing wetness was communicating through his
tongue a wild sensation he had never known in this intensity. The young girl beneath
him was squirming and writhing more violently and passionately than any other he had
ever licked, and it was her desperate appreciation of his actions that created a new
ferocity within him, the axis of which was centered in his heavily laden testicles
below. ...!
Drawing her naked legs up and back until her knees flattened the fully rounded
mounds of her breasts, Gloria threw herself to the passionate winds of the moment,
determined that she would get every ounce of enjoyment she could. She fucked back
and fell into a rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps beneath the handsome animal's tongue
licking and fucking hotly up into her passion-inflamed cunt. She rolled her head from
side to side to the lurid cadence, still holding his big furry head between her upraised
thighs. She lifted her head again to watch h... and it was then that she caught sight of
it!
The lovely dark-haired woman stared at the strangely glistening spectacle of Fritz's
thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long, hair-covered sheath... wet and hard, the fiery
tapered end slipping and dancing rhythmically beneath as it continued to slide slowly
out of its fleshy concealment! GOD! She leaned to one side, gaping at it. Was it
possible?
A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism raged through her naked, lust-charged
body, a wild, strange urge which began to fascinate the sex-starved new wife in its sheer
debaseness alone. She had never even considered anything like it before in her wildest
dreams, but now it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world... the only way she
could make up for the frustration she had been subjected to for the last two nights.
Fritz's cock... his penis... it was beautiful...! Not even Mark's had looked more tempting
to her... and this wonderful dog had brought her the satisfaction she had needed so
badly.
The glistening scarlet shaft seemed larger than Mark's, and totally different with its
beveled tip, its very difference adding to her relentlessly building desire. For a long,
emotion-tight moment, Gloria stared at the huge dog's wetly gleaming hardness,
sensing her mouth at first going dry, then salivating at the sensually infusing sight of it!
The sheer brazenness of her intentions never concerned Gloria... only the fact that she
was actually going to do it. But how...? She had never done anything like what she
wanted with her husband before. How could she accomplish this thing with Fritz?
Relentlessly, the great German shepherd licked at her wildly seething cunt, his searing,
wet tongue slithering again and again over the tiny erect bud of her fire-filled clitoris!
Constant thrills of wild desire burned in Gloria's desperate mind, adding to those his
scorching tongue was stroking to life in her shamelessly upraised vagina. How...?
How...?
"Fritz... darling... ooooohhhh... you lovely wonderful dog!" Gloria mewled, trying to
raise higher and stroke his huge head nuzzled tightly between her thighs and nakedly
exposed asscheeks. Oooooohhh... She could see his tongue splaying through the wetly
glistening flesh between her hair-fringed cuntlips! He spread them open until they
appeared to smile in their desire-swollen ravishment! Her inner, smooth-walled pussy
flesh sparkled up at her, its darkly surrounding curls damply matted, the entire exciting
scene hungrily feeding the salacious flames raging inside her! Her naked breasts
quivered sensuously in her giddy excitement as she continued to squeeze tightly at his
big, furry head...!
"Fritz... lie down... please... I want to... I want to lick and suck you too. I want to do to
you what you've done to me. I want to make you as happy as... aaahhh...
I'm... ooohhh..."
Gloria's brain raced in reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself forward, not
wanting to upset or destroy what she already had... but only add to it! She raised to her
knees as the great dog, confused, backed away from the wetly seething inferno between
her open thighs. She was not moving in such a way that showed him that he would be
able to mount her. Rather than turning over onto her belly, she was instead leaning
forward, as though she intended to punish him for something.
As she told him to lie down, he complied, wondering how he would relieve the
throbbing ache in his animal loins, which had been building in earnest with his cunt
licking. But with this strange movement Gloria was making, Fritz knew a frustration he
had never known before, and his hardened cock began withdrawing back into its furlined 
sheath. He lay down on the floor, stretching out and finally responding when she
continued to whisper, "Roll over, Fritz... roll over, you lovely animal...
In mindless excitement, Gloria crawled and positioned herself so that her wetly exposed
cunt was inches from his animal-face, and less when she drew back her nakedly
trembling thighs! She eased forward, skillfully placing herself so that her desire
contorted face was directly above the opening of his massive cock-sleeve where the big
scarlet rod in all its beautiful hardness had vanished.
Frenzied emotions of animal-like anticipation swept through the sensuously blinded
wife. She was totally beyond any reason now. Gently, she moved her arched hips
toward his big animal-face, wantonly spreading her thighs as she lovingly took his
head... She lay breathing heavily on her side, with one long leg lifted while she guided
his nose gently in toward the pungent, wet heat of her throbbing pussy. Immediately,
she felt his thick, lengthy tongue lash out at the still hotly palpitating crevice between
her thighs, slashing through its glistening, flushed pinkness like a liquid flame, and if
she were ever to know totally abandoned desire, it would be at that moment. She
lowered her cheek to rest on his warm, hard belly, her one hand quickly moving toward
his hidden dog-cock! Though he was still very much confused, Fritz was hardly nettled.
This new woman was making him feel so wonderful again that he'd decided that he
would allow her to do whatever she wanted with him. He trusted this woman like he
had trusted no other before. Once again, he sensed the throbbing blood begin to pound
from her finger tip caresses and the heated aroma of her warmly seething pussy hole.
He felt her delicate fingers moving over his swollen loins, their gentle touch causing
him to responsively tremble. The urge to close his eyes and lay there devotedly licking
the hot sweetness of the thin lipped crevice between the softness of her thighs almost
carried him away.
Gloria almost couldn't believe that she was actually going to go through with it. She
really hardly gave a damn as she hungrily clasped hold of his huge sheltered dog-cock
and began to tauntingly manipulate the furry outer flesh back and forth, feeling its hot
thickness within! It had come back out to her finally, and she began to wonder what his
cock would feel like in her mouth... his lovely, beautiful, long cock.
His thick incessant tongue laving the frantic bud of her tiny, raging clitoris was almost
unreal, but she managed to maintain enough sanity to work back the heavy protective
skin back and forth, his warm head nestled between her fully spread thighs, his long
searing tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her hotly steaming cunt. As it
reappeared, Gloria could feel her mouth water as though she hadn't eaten in days and
was looking at a huge feast. The redly glistening tip slipped forward toward her
breathless, tongue-moistened lips... until it actually touched them.
With a blinding craving, Gloria in her lustful obsession ovaled her warmly waiting lips
to let the slenderly tapered tip of the dog's smooth wet hardness slide deliciously
between them, easing further and further up into the hot moist dampness of her
mouth. It moved slowly and relentlessly along her tongue until it nearly reached the
back of her throat! She brought her tongue into play then with an irresistible fervency,
greeting and welcoming the scorching presence with mindless abandon. Her desirefogged 
brain swam with the lustful intoxication of what she was doing... and then she
tasted the thick, pulsating length of his raw cock-flesh, a sensation of wanton relish
racing through her at its sweet, pungent maleness! Goddddddd! It was no less delicious
that she would have thought... it was so hard and hot, swelling more and more with
every passing second.
She heard his high-pitched animal whimper as he continued to lovingly lick her lust
inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her caressing little tongue hotly around
his long thick cock to repay him for the unbelievable pleasure he was fantastically
'bringing her. She felt his powerful body responding to her tight-mouthed sucking, his
canine loins jerking and pressing forward. She brushed one exploring hand along his
belly to his heavy, sperm-filled balls, cupping them warmly at first, then lightly teasing
them with her finger tips. Again he whimpered, the excitation causing him to begin a
slow rhythmic fucking motion up into the tightly clasping oval of her warmly sucking
lips.
God... the incredibly exotic taste of it was the mind-bending delight, Gloria sensuously
groaned to herself, beginning to nurse and tongue motherly at the ever thickening
length of burning, hard penal flesh with salaciously timed head movements. Delicately
sweet, her lust-filled brain wildly thought, yet spiced with the sexy raciness of nature's
semen itself. Ooooooooo... Goddddddd... so, so delicious.
The smooth coned length of his growing, blood-engorged cock fucked into her mouth
in perfect cadence, while his own tongue laved the hot liquid flesh of her widely splayed
cunt with animalistic hunger! She nipped and gently scraped with the sharp edges of
her even white teeth, at the same time swirling her hot little tongue in tiny moist circles
around his pulsating animal-hardness, lost in the licentious thrill of her action. God! It
was like honey in her mouth, taperedly plunging in a slippery wet heat all the way
down her throat! She began to wonder what his dog-cum would taste like. She had
never thought of it before, and try as she might, she could not imagine what it would
be like. There was only one way to find out, and she re-doubled her efforts, wanting
him to spurt his semen in her mouth as soon as possible.
Fritz had never known anything like this with a human! What this lovely new woman
was doing was beyond anything his experiences could comprehend. She had his
hardened cock flesh inside her warm mouth, yet felt the same as when he had thrust it
into the myriad of female mating holes he had fucked. But there was a difference too, a
pleasureful difference in the feel of her little tongue and teeth. He whined to those
sensations which were causing waves of fire-like pressure deep in the depths of his
swirling loins, knowing that very soon he would have a tremendous release ...!
Even though Gloria had never sucked on a cock in her entire life, she went at her task
animalism of her own, the sensuously inflamed dark-haired newly wed mouthed and
worked slavishly at the German shepherd's huge, hardened cock, her wanton mind a
furnace of simmering lust, Oh God, but she wanted his animal cum in her mouth...
dribbling down her throat... scaldingly flooding her too long empty belly! Raging
tongues of stabbing flame blazed between her legs! Her tremoring belly seethed and her
loins... the fire filled wetness of her cunt glowed with the searing passion tormenting it!
She clutched at the loving animal's hugely swollen balls as she noisily slavered over and
sucked at his hugely thickened cock. Oh damn... damn... she was going to cum like an
atomic explosion beneath his beautiful hot tongue! She heard him whine, then yelp in
his own bestial ecstasy.
And then his little yelp became an almost flanks began to furiously hump, driving his
massive unrelenting cock deep down into her throat! His sudden lurch triggered Wild,
untamed sensations of passionate joy inside her, and she moaned out around his throat
plunging cock, wildly sucking and swallowing until it began to spasm in her mouth...
then... then it erupted volcano-like and spewed out in thickly cascading gushes the
scalding liquid cum from the bloated reservoir of his heavily inflated balls.
At that moment, Gloria was driven almost insane with her intensely exploding passion.
The stream of viscidly sizzling sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her frantically
sucking mouth faster than she could ever begin to swallow it away! Time and again, as
if he were actually pissing down her throat, the climaxing German shepherd continued
to cum, the lust-charging sensations firing Gloria's orgasm like she would never have
thought possible...! And on and on it went... until finally the whole world stood still for
her.
From his hiding place, Tony smiled as he stopped his filming. This was better than he
could have imagined. He thought of what it would be like to have his penis in her
mouth instead of his dog's. God! After what he had seen Gloria do in her bedroom, he
knew that there would be nothing she wouldn't do. Now, it was just a matter of getting
her to see things like that. After what she had been through with Fritz, he knew it
would be but a small step to have her actually want to cheat on her husband, and he
wanted to be the one she cheated with!


Chapter 4

Even as Gloria was relieving her frustration with Fritz in her bridal suite, Mark was
trying to drown his sorrows in a small, cheap bar across the street from their hotel. He
had been wandering around for much of the morning, and he found that he was doing
little more than walking in circles. He had been so lost in his troubles with Gloria that
he hardly noticed that he'd walked around the same block almost five times before
deciding that he needed a little rest. Seeing that the bar was open this early in the
morning, he chose to go in and have a little to drink while he tried to think through the
things he knew he would have to say to his new bride.
He would have to say something. That was for damn sure. The problem was, he just
couldn't understand what was the matter with him. He'd fucked dozens of women
before, and he had never had any problems with them. And none of them had been as
seductive as Gloria had been. It was almost as though he had met his match in this
woman, and he feared that he would never be able to live up to the expectations she
had for him.
Twice in a row he had failed to bring his wife to orgasm. Twice he had been unable to
hold back the seething eruption in his boiling loins. If someone had told him just a
couple of days ago that he would be unable to satisfy any woman, he would have either
laughed until he couldn't breath, or busted their head, depending on who had said it.
Now, though, he had to live with the fact that his ability in bed had dropped off
sharply. His wedding night had been a fiasco. The night after that had been a very
unfunny joke. And he didn't know what he should do. Try and make believe that a
problem didn't exist? That was bullshit. If he tried to hide the fact that there was
something wrong, Gloria would certainly be driven to take another lover. That would
hurt him more than anything else he could think of. He'd heard about things like open
marriages, but he was certain that he would never be able to live with one. She was his
wife, and that was all there was to it. It was his duty and responsibility to make her
happy and secure. He had taken it willingly, and he wanted to live up to it. But if he
didn't know what the matter was, how could he solve it?
He sat at the bar, looking into his second drink as the ice melted. As far as he was
concerned, there was nothing at the moment but himself, his drink, and an empty
feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Standing at the door of the nearly empty bar, had been following Mark all morning,
just waiting for a chance to get to talk to him in privacy. Every time he walked around
the block, she rolled her blue eyes in her head. Being an idealist was more work than
she had thought, but just from watching Mark move, she knew that it would all be
worth it in the end. Like Tony, she simply could not believe that he would fail to satisfy
a woman. His build was sleek and muscular, and occasionally, as he turned during his
walk, she could see the huge bulge of his cock, larger than most when they were erect.
God! For a moment, she wanted to forget that she was helping him solve his marriage
problems and have his penis all to herself.
She smiled as she watched Mark down his first drink and asked for another. She was
pretty certain that she knew what the trouble was, and she was pretty certain that she
knew what she could do about it. It wasn't anything to do with him, she was pretty
sure. And from what Tony had told her about Gloria, it wasn't anything to do with his
wife, either.
As she was considered a regular at the bar, the tender started to say hello to her when
she entered. Quickly, she put her finger to her lips and then pointed to Mark, telling
the bar tender that she was staking out someone, and didn't want any outside
interference. It was a sign she had used several times, and the bar tender smiled and
nodded.
Candy walked casually through the nearly empty bar and took a stool next to Mark,
who was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed the lovely blonde woman next to
him. Having known all along that she would have to be the one to initiate any
conversation, she took her drink, sipped on it once, and then turned to Mark.
"Kind of lonely in here, isn't it?" she asked, positioning her body in such a way that
when he looked up at her, he would be treated to a delightful view of her full, half
exposed breasts.
She was not disappointed with his reaction. At the sound of her voice, Mark turned to
face her, and his eyes immediately widened, racing from her flawless, cream-colored
face to the generous swell of her full breast mounds, the cleavage looking for all the
world like a bottomless valley. God! Her breasts looked as though they would spill out
of her tight-fitting dress with the next breath she took. They seemed to be straining
against the fabric, and he watched them rise and fall slightly as she inhaled and exhaled.
Then he remembered that he was married, and without a word, he looked back to his
own drink.
"Well, now, that's not very social," Candy said in a teasing voice as she shifted her
buttocks closer to the edge of her stool, allowing her knee, exposed as the bottom hem
of her dress rose seductively along her leg, to brush against Mark's upper thigh.
"There's a lot of unsocial people in the world. You don't look like one of them."
Mark looked up again, this time into her deep-set, limpid blue eyes. He could see them
sparkle in the soft lighting of the bar... sparkle with a glow that came from within the
depths of her soul.
"Sorry to disappoint you," he said in a cold voice, "but I'm a very married man."
"Oooooohhh... things like that don't disappoint me at all," Candy said, meaning every
word. She set her drink down and leaned forward, revealing still more of her sensuously
shaped mounds to Mark's obvious staring. She smiled to herself as she saw his eyes
drop from her face to the rest of her body, and she slowly, almost imperceptibly lifted
the bottom of her dress slightly, giving him still more view of her sweeping, eye
pleasing thighs. She put her tongue in her cheek as she watched Mark wrestle with
conflicting thoughts. She knew that if he wasn't married, he would have taken her up in
a moment, but he was hiding behind a piece of paper now. A marriage license. She
knew from past experience that that little piece of paper was hardly adequate shield
against the sensual pleasures she had to offer. It might take Mark a little while to
recognize that, but she was certain that he would come around soon enough... and
without much effort.
She wasn't wrong! Try as he might, Mark could not tear his eyes away from the lovely
curves exhibited for his viewing. She wore her dress like a second skin, and even as he
tried to tell himself that he should nip what was happening in the bud, he could feel his
cock expanding in his pants as he partook of the sights. The voluptuous blonde coming
on to him was as different from Gloria as night and day. This new woman's breasts
were large, though unfettered by the modesty of a bra, as though their very size made
them firm and hard. He could see the cheery nipples pressing against their cloth prison,
threatening to pop the seams of her garment. Farther down, her belly was smooth and
flat, nipped in at the waist, and flaring out into wonderfully lovely hips. By the time his
eyes reached her thighs, she had pulled her dress up just enough for him to see beyond
her knees. Her soft, cream colored flesh seemed to be begging for him to reach out and
touch it, and it was all-he could do to keep his hands from resting on her legs and
slowly, teasingly travel up the valley they formed to the juncture of her legs. He knew
what he would find there if he did that... the soft, thickly matted down of her pussy
hair, certainly as golden and yellow as the hair that flowed from her head. Her calves
and ankles were neat and trim, and they were crossed lightly, one foot bouncing to
some mental music she was thinking. Mark wasn't sure if it was the drinks he had had,
or the frustration of the last two nights, but the thought of having this woman under
him, naked, begging him for his cock, formed graphically in his mind, and would not
leave.
"Well..." he told her, trying, and failing to look away, "I happen to be here on my
honeymoon. I'm certain that a nice looking woman like you..."
"Your honeymoon?" she said laughing. "Some husband you are. What the hell are you
doing here without your wife? I've known lots of honeymooners, and they can't get
enough of each other."
"Gloria... and I had a... uh... little spat," about his life in college, his plans for the future,
his views on several political situations in the world, he found Candy a warm, receptive
person. She in turn gave her views, and Mark was surprised that they closely matched
his own. He ordered another you scares the hell out of her."
Mark almost corrected her, and then caught himself. If he said anything, she was bound
to be asking a lot of embarrassing questions. Instead, he picked up his drink and
downed it.
Seeing that this approach wasn't working, Candy immediately shifted into another
approach that never failed. She decided that she would pretend to take him at his word,
and gain his confidence in her. As long as he thought he could hold out against her
seductions, she would lead him just a little more slowly... and then spring everything on
him all at once.
Feigning coolness now, she turned away from him and looked straight ahead as she
spoke.
"Yeah, I can understand what something like that must be like," she said, the tone of
her voice becoming warm and understanding. "I've never been married, but I can
remember what it was like my first couple of times, I was really scared."
The bartender stifled a laugh. In the short time he had known her, he hadn't gotten the
impression that Candy was afraid of anything. He would have laid his whole life
savings on the fact that she probably dragged her first fucker to her room.
Mark found himself feeling better. He could see that what he needed was to talk to
someone. It really didn't make any difference what was said. By talking, he could forget
about his troubles for a little while. When he came back to them, he would be able to
deal with them clearly and rationally.
And talking to this lovely woman would sure be a lot more fun than talking to almost
anyone else he could think of.
He began to open up to her, no longer finding her presence a threat to his marriage. He
talked about his life in college plans for the future, his views on several political
situations in the world, and he found Candy a warm, receptive person. She in turn gave
her views, and Mark was surprised that they closely matched his own. He ordered
another round of drinks, feeling the effects of the first two he had had, and hardly
noticed the time slipping away. When he had finished his third, he felt like a new man,
and somehow it seemed to him that the conversation was now over.
"I'd really be getting back," he said, as he set his empty glass soundly on the bar.
"Gloria must be worried about me."
Candy doubted that very much, if she was with Fritz as planned, but she couldn't very
well tell Mark that. Instead she used her imagination. "Really, now. Do you think it's
wise for you to go back to her as drunk as you are?"
Mark was feeling pretty good at this point, and although he hadn't thought about it, it
would look very bad if he half staggered back to their suite.
"I'll tell you what," Candy offered as she slipped provocatively from the stool, "I have
place in the hotel right across the street. Suppose you come home with me, we can talk
some more, and in a little while, you can go back to your wife."
"You have a suite across the street?" Mark asked in a shocked voice. "Why... that's
where I'm spending my honeymoon."
"Well, now," Candy said, pretending to be surprised. "This is a small world. We can
have you home in no time."
She walked out of the bar, knowing that Mark would follow. Had he not been a little
tipsy, he would have gone right back to Gloria now. After talking about so many things
with Candy, he felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his chest. What she
had said about going back to his wife in this condition made sense to him. If he was
going to solve his problems with Gloria, he'd better be a little more sober than he was
at the moment. Therefore, he saw nothing wrong with going to Candy's place, as she
had requested. She seemed to have taken him at his word when he told her he was
married.
He followed her out the door, and then walked next to her as she sauntered through
the lobby of the hotel. When she got into the elevator and pressed the button for the
floor where his room was he made mention that he was staying in the bridal suite, and
when she told him that her permanent residence was right across the hall, he nearly
broke out into peals of laughter. If he had had any doubt about the sincerity of his new
friend, they vanished. Certainly, nothing could possible happen with his being so close
to where he assumed his wife still was. Why, it was almost like being in the same
house, though in a different room.
Candy opened the door to her suite and motioned the slightly staggering Mark into her
main room.
"Suppose you go and sit down," she suggested. "I'll go make some coffee, and we can
continue the discussion."
Mark chuckled lightly as he plopped down onto the couch. As Candy went to her
kitchenette, his eyes caught the gentle swaying of her hips as they moved from side to
side. He couldn't see the smile on her face though. The young lovely woman was going
to make him coffee all right, but she'd already decided that it wouldn't be straight. All
she had to do was put in a little coffee liqueur into it. Mark would never be able to taste
it, and instead of getting him sober, it would make him a little more prey to the
seduction she had in mind. She wasn't going to be cheated out of the good time she
knew this man could give her. Even though she was pretty certain that if he went back
to his wife now, things would be alright, she wanted to reap the rewards of her patience
and understanding. Besides, Tony was probably getting his... or would be soon. She
didn't want to be left out in the cold.
She hummed a little tone to herself as she made the coffee, and she put in a little more
of the liquor than she would have had she been drinking herself. She wanted to make
sure that Mark would be in no condition to resist what she had in mind. In the short
while she had known him, she had summed him up as the type that would remain loyal
to his pretty little wife, in spite of the problems they were having.
"Here we go," she said as she re-entered the living area of her suite. "I think this will
make you feel a little better."
Trusting this new found friend, Mark took the drink and downed nearly half of it.
There was a very sweet taste to it, as though she had put a little too much sugar in it.
And yet, it was not quite the taste of sugar, but something different... like honey.
Almost as soon as he drank it, he could feel a little better, though he did not feel any
more sober. Rather, he felt a little more devil-may-care, and after he had taken his long
pull, he allowed his eyes to fix on the dark-haired seductive beauty sitting on the other
side of the room, sipping lightly on her own drink. He was certain he could see a
teasing sparkle in her onyx eyes, and a slight upturned smile on her full, luscious lips.
"Are you feeling a little better?" Candy asked him, standing up and going to re-fill her
own glass.
It took Mark several seconds to answer. His thoughts were becoming a little hard to
organize. He nodded in the affirmative, watching the lovely blonde woman as she
seemed to glide across the floor. He could feel a flush start out of the collar of his shirt
as he fixed his gaze on the lovely scantily clad woman.
"Would you like a little something to drink... before you go back to your wife, that is?"
Candy asked, giving him a teasing little smile and a side-long glance.
"I... uh... I really don't think..." Mark started to say, but Candy moved too fast for him.
This time, she decided that she would not even try to hide the taste of the liquor she
gave him. She placed several ice cubes in a glass and filled it with Scotch, and then
handed it to him. He took it without thinking, stared at it, then shrugged and took a
little sip. As he felt the warmth seeping through his body, he reasoned that it would do
him some good to be a little drunker than he already was. After all, he and Gloria had a
great deal to talk about, and he still couldn't get his thoughts together. Perhaps he
didn't need to sober up. Maybe what he really needed was to get a little more drunk.
Mark stiffened a little as he felt Candy twice a seat next to him on the couch. As he
watched her, it seemed to him that she positioned herself very close to him. She crossed
one full, creamy leg over the other, and the hem of her dress rode high up on her
thighs, nearly to her cunt, revealing a long expanse of delicious, white flesh. Then
Candy leaned forward slightly, turning toward Mark so that a good deal of her bosom,
her full, firm breasts, were exposed to his gaze. He thought he could detect just a hint
of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and the flush came out of his collar again. But try
as he might, he could not take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. He could
feel his penis spasming in his pants, once... twice... and his mind started to while with
unwanted arousal. How could he be thinking about this woman now. He was a newly
married man, here on his honeymoon. His wife was just across the hall, for God's sake!
In an effort to calm his jagged nerves, he finished his drink in one long pull, and made
an effort to not look at the lovely blonde woman sitting nearly against his body.
"Let me pour you another one," Cindy said, taking a healthy drink of her own. Mark
started to tell her that he really didn't want another, but again she moved too fast for
him. She took his glass from him and re-filled it. The effects of all the drinking he had
done were really catching up to Mark now. The whole room seemed to be spinning
around and around in a whirling vortex, and Candy was the lovely goddess that was in
command of it. The young blonde husband collapsed back in the couch and watched
through narrowed eyes as Cindy poured much more than she should have into his
glass.
Candy could feel the initial warm seepings of excitement beginning to flow down
between her legs as she thought of what would be taking place in just a short time.
Ohhhhhhhh... she was going to give this handsome young man a fuck that he would
never forget. Not for as long as he lived. She would save his marriage, and have fun in
the bargain. Pretty good, she thought to herself. Pretty good She handed Mark his glass,
totally aware that his eyes were on her, and she glanced at the front of his pants from
beneath her lowered eye lids. She delighted in the fact that she could see his cock
pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material
out briefly. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation.
Everything was working just perfectly. For a moment, the young blonde woman
wondered what Tony was doing, but she put that thought out of her mind. She wanted
to concentrate all her efforts on the situation at hand.
Mark sipped at his drink, not really wanting it, but finding the sensation it brought
about too good to resist. The nearness of the woman on the couch made him feel both
relaxed and tense at the same time, and he wondered how he would be able to
gracefully tell her that he thought it was about time that he be leaving. God... that
would be so hard. It was all he could do to prevent his hand from reaching out and
touching her hardened breast nipple... pinching and squeezing it until it was ready to
pop in his fingers...
No! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained with such
thoughts except a lot of frustration and a good deal of trouble with his wife. How could
he possibly explain to Gloria what he was doing here at the moment?
The conscious wracked young husband drank again from his glass, finally draining the
last of his Scotch. He felt a warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks
were having a heightening effect on his blood stream, while at the same time dulling his
mind so that the pounding of his heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the
sultry smiling face of Cindy Mason... at the kind of miasma of encompassing sex she
exuded... the full softness of her firm, high, proud breasts. God! How he would like to
place his hands on those breasts and knead their pliant softness between his fingers...
take each nipple into his mouth and roll them around and around with his tongue.
Mark felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were
straining for release from its cloth prison. The two frustrating orgasms he had had with
his wife were making themselves really be felt now. He tried to will his penis into
limpness and banish the unwanted thoughts from his mind, but it was no use. His cock
remained achingly blood-swollen. Slowly, he brought his eyes to Candy's face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.
"Well, now," she said in a matter-of-fact voice. "That's a very nice erection you have
there. I wonder why you have it."
"I... I... I..." Mark stuttered. The words caught in his throat, and he was taken aback by
Candy's brazen words.
"I'll bet I know why your cock's so large," Candy said, delighting in her ability to put
Mark in a situation like this. "I'll bet your penis is so large because you want to fuck
me."
Mark's mouth nearly fell to the floor.
"You want to fuck me, don't you? You want to put that huge cock of yours up between
my legs and fill me with your cum and make me cum as well, don't you?"
"Jesus!" Mark whispered, as though he were afraid to say anything. His cock seemed to
be palpitating wildly now, and his brain reeled. That was exactly what he had been
thinking. How could a woman be saying something like that? His balls began to ache
from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed release desperately... the kind
he had not gotten from his wife of two days. Even though he had cum twice with
Gloria, it was not as good for him, because she had not cum as well. His frustration was
really making itself felt now.
The blonde woman leaned closer to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek,
like the scorching heat of a branding iron. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers
seemed to bum right through the cloth. "That's what you really want more than
anything, isn't it?" she asked again. "You would really like to get up between my legs
and fuck me, right?"
"Candy... for the love of God... I'm a married man."
"So? That doesn't bother me. My cunt is on fire right this moment, and the only thing
that will help it is your big, hard cock. I want to feel your massive penis spewing cum
all around inside it to put out the flames. I can tell you have a big, hard cock just by
looking at it in your pants."
Without warning, she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-encased penis.
Mark almost jumped through the ceiling in a wild reaction to the electric touch on his
super-sensitive cock. Candy stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of
her caresses. Her full breasts swayed as she pressed them softly, hotly against his arm
while she moved closer to him. Her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward
along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire over his skin as her hand
continued to run his greatly swollen penis.
"Candy... please... for the love of God... stop it... STOP IT!"
"You want to fuck me... you want to fuck me," Candy repeated over and over again,
ignoring Mark's pleadings. She could tell that his will was dissolving rapidly. Her words
droned on in an almost mesmeric voice, like that of a hypnotist. "You want to fuck
me... you want to fuck me... you want to fuck me...
"No... I can't. I. I... Jesus... I... yes... yes... YES!!"
The young husband could not help himself. The words tore from his throat in a
strangled moan, and then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting
deep up into her mouth. Cindy's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she
sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around into his mouth
and then withdrawing in an attitude of copulation with she as the aggressor. As if with
a will of its own, Mark's right hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and
kneaded the soft, hot, pliant flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the front of her
dress to draw the garment down and away, exposing one naked breast with its desire
swollen nipple and dark brown aureole. He could feel the wetness from his seminal
fluid which seeped from the gland on the hard tip of his cock as she continued to
massage him through his pants with a practiced thoroughness.
Then suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her firm, round
breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what
he was doing hit Mark like a ton of bricks.
This is wrong, he thought to himself. I can't do this. I'm on my honeymoon. I should
be with Gloria. I shouldn't be with a strange woman. What if Gloria is still in the hotel
and she hears my voice, or sees me coming out of this room?
He pulled himself violently from Candy, removing his mouth from hers, turning his
body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed with a brilliant
crimson, both from shame and the intense arousal this lovely, wanton woman had been
able to bring about within him. He averted his eyes from the luscious body of the
blonde goddess.
"What's the matter, lover?" she asked casually. Then she went on. "Don't tell me that
you're afraid that your wife might find out. You won't have to worry about anything
like that. I've had this room sound-proofed. Besides, I'm sure she's a million miles away
right now, taking in all the sights of the city."
"No... this is wrong... I can't do this. I should be with her."
"That's old age thinking, lover," she said in a chiding voice. Now just relax and admit
that you want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me."
"No!" he shouted at her as he jumped up from the couch and walked to the door. I
can't, and that's all there is to it."
His heart hammering violently in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still
seeping hot droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He had to compose himself and find a
way to leave. In his drunken condition, he found it hard walking to the door, but he
managed. As he put his hand on the knob, he heard Cindy's voice whispering behind
him.
"Mark, lover..."
He turned, gathering his courage to face her and tell her that it would be better if he
never saw her again, but when he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth
gaped open, and his eyes seemed to protrude with shock.
Candy was standing in her living room, totally naked.
She had unzipped her dress and pulled it off, carrying with it her thin panties and bra.
The lovely woman stood in the puddle of her clothes with her legs spread wide apart,
her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her
mouth parted, the tip of her wet pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist petal-like,
softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the golden
triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the late morning sunlight. Her high,
smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples
hard and distended. Her long, full rounded legs were moist with the flowing juices of
her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well... do you like what you see? Wouldn't you hate to have it all go to waste?"
"Candy..." Her name choked past his swollen throat weakly, but that was all. He
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her complete salacious, wanton
pose... and his cock began to swell and pulsate again.
Slowly, slowly, Candy lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and she pressed her
fingertips to her shimmering gold cuntal mound, slowly caressing herself down between
her legs. Her nails glistened as they blazed a path through the thick, golden hair. When
her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and
forefinger of her right hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them
apart gently, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny, pulsating clitoris to Mark's
intense, lustful gaze. With her left forefinger, she traced up her cuntal slit until the
fingertip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once, twice,
tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then
her middle finger went lower and lower to poise at the lips of her vagina, then slipped
easily up inside to bury itself to the first knuckle... and then the second.
She withdrew it, slid it in again, withdrew it, slid it in, fucking herself with glazed-eyed
abandon. Faster and faster and faster her finger slid wetly, hotly, in and out of her
naked, tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the
sensations coursing through her flesh from her own manipulations, she began to speak
in a low, hypnotic voice. "I want you to fuck me, Mark. I want you to show me what
you can do with your penis. I want to feel you inside me instead of my finger. And then
I want to suck your cock and milk it dry and then I'll lick your ass hole and make you
hard again."
The words, the totality of what she had in mind for him lashed Mark's brain into a
whirling frenzy as on and on she droned, God... he had to have her. He didn't care at
all that his new wife might find out. Her graphic words and the delicious sight of her
fucking herself was all that was part of his consciousness. He knew only the incredible
heat of his balls and cock... and that he had to have release from the torment she had
brought upon him. She was all that mattered... this she-devil of lust standing before
him, naked and panting.
As if somehow he had shed the husk of his body, Mark watched himself in an objective
way as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer and closer to
Candy. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her
vagina as he approached, and her smile turned into one of triumph as she claimed her
victory beyond any doubt. His hands went to her, pulling her finger away from her
cunt with a loud wet popping sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her
naked hips into him as her mouth sought and located his.
Then her hands went to his belt, opening it, and Mark was helping her, feverishly
stripping himself, flinging his clothes uncaringly, wherever they happened to fall. Now
he was as naked as she was, his thick, blood-enraged penis standing out at a heavy
angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid. She gasped with delight like a
child with a new toy as she gazed with wanton hunger at the penis she had worked so
hard for.
"Oooooohhh... it's beautiful... just like I knew it would be," she hissed.
Mark could feel his tension slipping away as he caressed the succulent body offered to
him. He felt all his worries glide off his shoulders as he sank to the floor, soft and warm
and delightfully covered by a thick, plush wall to wall carpet, the voluptuous young
woman clasped securely in his arms...
He covered her luscious body with hot eager kisses, and felt his cock swell and grow
still more between his legs. His hands were searching and probing between the
voluptuous columns of her pulsating pussy, caressing the velvety folds with passionate
hunger, noting how moist her vagina was, her lubricants turning her cunt into a wet,
warm sluice of pleasure.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing cock,
pressuring it infinitely, sending shudders of raw pleasure coursing up and down the
length of his back, exciting him beyond belief.
There was the soft, hot invitation of her delectable young pussy, pink and fragile the
petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffon rose, surmounted by the reddish tip of her
rising little clitoris, and framed by the soft golden halo of silky curls. He couldn't wait
much longer. He wanted more than anything to ram his heavy, blood-laden penis home
in her tight little cunt, and nothing was going to stop him now.
"Put your cock in me from the back!" Candy pleaded suddenly, turning abruptly over
on her stomach and presenting the white globes of her shapely buttocks to him.
Involuntarily, his hands went out and kneaded the pliant flesh, grasping her firmly by
the hips and raising her up until she was on her knees. His eyes stared at the
tantalizing orbs, smooth and pear-shaped without flaw, and unerringly, he guided the
thick shaft of his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist flesh visible below the
graceful curve of her ass.
Without warning, her hands reached back and once more grasped his hardened penis
in her slender fingers. Without preamble, she began to guide it toward the twitching
entrance to her hungry valley. Mark, his hands digging into the soft resilient dough of
her buttocks, needed no further invitation, and with a heave, he fucked forward and
planted his towering cock half-way up her wet, slippery pussy channel.
"Uugghhmmm... Oooooohhh..." Candy moaned as she felt her cuntal passage flowering
open to accept his harried thrust. He continued to slide forward, feeling the soft willing
walls slip around his engorged penis like a velvet glove, until he finally hit bottom, the
hard rubbery head of his cock touching the sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his
contracting balls wedging neatly beneath the whitely rounded spheres of her shapely
backside.
"Aaaaaahhh... nnnnnnhhh..." Candy sighed again, feeling replete with his masculinity,
completely impaled on his lust-inflated penis. She could feel the crisp blonde curls of
his pubic thatch tickling the soft skin of her ass, and she knew that he had sunk every
millimeter of his cock into her warm wet depths. She liked the feeling of having him
enter her from behind like this. The animal quality of it appealed to her. It was a
liberating feeling, and if there was anything Cindy was, it was a liberation minded
woman.
Slowly, Mark began to withdraw, easing his blood-swollen shaft out of her welcoming
depths, until just the head was wedged between the resilient moons of her buttocks,
before fucking forward again, almost over turning the blonde woman with the strength
of his thrust.
"...Nnngghhmm..." she gasped again. "...That's lovely... oooooohhh... Mark... that's
beautiful..."
The young cheating husband began to move his heavy penis inside her, rotating it
gently, feeling the responsive throb of her inner walls as she flexed her supple interior
muscles with dexterous ease. Her cuntal walls began a rhythmic squeezing, contracting
and milking until he felt as though he would ejaculate at any moment, just as he had so
many times with Gloria.
And then, the strangest thing happened. He found that he could control his penis. He
could hold back the flood of his sperm until Cindy was ready. He couldn't understand
it, but he really didn't want to think about it at the moment. At least this could be the
end of his problems with Gloria... he hoped.
Mark began to saw in and out of the lovely blonde woman, enjoying her back thrusts as
he plunged into her, and thrilling to her tightening as he exited. It was incredible. He
had not wanted to tell this woman that he had been failing to satisfy his wife, and in
the back of his mind, he had been wondering if he would be able to please her, or if
fucking this blonde wonton would be just a repeat of Gloria. He could see now that it
wouldn't be, and he was determined that he would derive as much pleasure from
fucking Cindy as possible.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts, hanging
enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of her
nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with pleasure. The heated
pressure in his body was building to a feverish pitch, and his furious pumping increased
in velocity. Their bodies were bucking briefly against each other, jerking and twisting
and gyrating as one. Candy was moving as though she had completely lost her mind,
and her moans and pants were unceasing and panting.
"God... Jesus..." Mark hissed, once again in command of the entire situation. He felt his
self-confidence returning, and he decided that it was time for him to take charge.
"That's it... fuck back... fuck back harder... move that ass of yours..." he gasped, his face
a mask of perspiration, his head flailing from side to side.
"Ooooooooo... you feel... so... good... inside... me" Candy panted, her body cavorting
with paroxysms of pleasure, "I'm going to cum... I'm almost there... I'm almost there...
I'm almost... I'm going to... I'm... AAAGGGHHH...!!" and Candy was cumming, her
buttocks waving wildly, the force of her spasms jerking his cock unbearably. Her mouth
was uttering mindless words whose meanings were known only to herself, and he didn't
have time to notice anything else because he was cuming too. A deep, harsh strangled
moan escaped his throat as he pounded his hips against her thrashing buttocks with the
force of a jackhammer, and moaned again and again as the first rumblings of his
seething sperm escaped the darkness Of his balls and rushed like molten lava into the
depths of her milking vagina. Stream after stream of it surged along the throbbing tube
of his penis and rushed into the hot slippery canal of her thirsting cunt.
"Keep fucking... keep... fucking... back...!" he demanded, his voice hoarse with lust, as
he felt with disappointment, the last dregs of his cum-juice being drained from him.
Finally, it was over, and they lay against each other, his penis deflated and flaccid, both
panting, their commingled juices staining the dark-colored rug.
As he lay there, Mark basked in the warmth of his first decent orgasm since he had
married Gloria. He couldn't understand the feelings that were sweeping over him. He
felt good. There was no doubt about that. He felt wonderful, knowing that he had been
able to satisfy this wonderful woman who had found him in a bar. He would never
have thought that he would be able to please her as much as he had... not after the
things that had happened with his wife.
HIS WIFE!!
He had been having so much fun that he had forgotten all about her. She was in the
next room, he assumed, and he would have to be leaving this woman's room and take a
chance that he would not be seen.
Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over him. How could he have allowed something like
this to happen while he was on his honeymoon? He shouldn't be with a strange
woman. He should be with his wife, making her happy. He closed his eyes and rolled
away from Cindy.
"What's the matter, lover?" she asked as she brought herself to a half-kneeling position
and running her hand along the trim nakedness of his thigh, "I could fuck like that all
day... and then some."
"I... I think I had better be getting back to my wife," Mark stammered. "I shouldn't
have left her alone for this long."
"I wouldn't worry about her, if I were you," Candy teased.
"What do you mean?"
"Something tells me that she's not all that alone."
Mark could feel a flush of anger searing through him. Just what the hell was this
woman getting at? What did she know about Gloria and the problems he was having
with her?
"Are you telling me that you know something?" he seethed at her, narrowing his eyes at
her.
Candy smiled. She had a pretty good idea that Gloria and Fritz were still going at it.
Fritz was not the type of animal who would be satisfied with merely one fucking
session, and if half of what Tony had said about the lovely dark-haired woman was true,
she wouldn't be satisfied with one fuck either. That newly wed would probably try and
milk Fritz dry, and he would do the same to her.
"I'm just saying that I don't think you should underestimate your wife, that's all."
Candy said as she came to a standing position and looking down on Mark, Mark
followed her naked body as she glided across the room to take the last sip of her drink.
She could almost see what was happening right at this very moment. Tony had finally
gotten tired of merely watching Gloria, and would just about now decide that it was
time for him to cash in his chips. If that cute little dark-haired wife tried to make any
trouble for him, he would tell her that he had a good mile of film with her and Fritz
doing God knew what."
"I don't think I like the things you're saying," Mark hissed as he came to a standing
position himself.
"Sometimes the truth hurts," Candy shrugged. "Suppose you and I go across the hall
and take a little look, shall we?"
With that, Candy set her glass down soundly on the small table at the end of her couch
and walked toward the door.
"Like this?" Mark asked, looking at their nakedness.
"Dressed like this will only save time," Candy laughed. Without hesitation, she opened
the door and entered the hall, Mark stared for a moment as she stood there, looking at
him.
"Well... are you going to come or what?" she asked.
"I think he should come," a man's voice said, Mark moved to the opened door and saw
Tony. The husband's right hand went to his chin. Just what the fuck was going on here,
he thought to himself.
"Ahhhhh... there you are," Tony said when Mark had come into view. "Yes... I think
you should really come and take a look at Gloria. I think you will be glad to know that,
at the moment, she is rather happy."
"Is there someone in there with her?" Mark demanded as he reached out to grasp the
short, chunky hotel clerk by his lapels.
"Hey... hey... calm down," Candy soothed as she stopped the irate husband's arm in
mid-air. "You'll have to admit that things between you and Gloria have not been... shall
we say, perfect."
"That's none of your busin... hey... what do you know about Gloria and me? Has she
been talking to the two of you? Jesus Christ on a crutch. I'll beat her fucking head in
when I see..."
"Come on, big boy," Tony said. "Your wife hasn't told us anything we couldn't see just
by looking at the two of you. Your frustration is written all over your face. You and that
lovely wife of yours read like an open book. I've been around you know. I can tell when
things aren't all that great between two people."
Mark wanted to punch in Tony's smiling face, but he couldn't move. It was, after all,
the truth, and even though he didn't like having his nose rubbed into it, there was no
denying the fact that what Tony said was correct...
"So... suppose you two tell me what this is all about," he said, forcing himself to calm
down a little.
"That's better," Tony said. "I sent a friend of mine to Gloria. A long time, very
trustworthy friend, I hasten to add. And I can tell you that Gloria took to him right
away, as he took to her. From what I could tell, they got along very well. I think I can
say that Gloria was in very good hands while you were... uh... occupied."
Mark couldn't tell what the hell Tony was talking about, but it seemed as though
Candy knew. There was a strange smile on her lips, as though she and Tony were
sharing a little joke of some sort. The young husband could feel a hot flush of anger
searing through his naked body, and his hands clenched into tight fists, as though he
wanted to do nothing less than beat Tony and Candy both into bloody pulps. He
couldn't think of a reason for doing so, however, so he decided that he would wait and
see what the fuck was going on.
"Now," Candy said as she put her naked arm around Tony's muscular waist, suppose
the three of us take a little trip across the hall and see how the blushing bride is doing."
She and Tony lead the way, followed by a very confused Mark. Just before the lovely
naked blonde woman opened the door to the bridal suite, Mark could hear the sarcastic
voice of the hotel clerk saying, "I don't know how she's doing at the moment, but I'm
pretty certain that she's not blushing."
Both Tony and Candy laughed, and then opened the door. For a moment, Mark
couldn't see anything in the room, as Tony and Candy were standing in the way. He
did hear a strange sigh of satisfaction being emitted from the dark lips of the hotel
clerk.
"Just as lovely as I remembered," Tony said.
"Looks like I'll be having some competition for the next couple of days," Candy
commented.
Mark crowded in behind them, his eyes wide with the anticipation of... of what? He
didn't know, but he was determined to find out. He stood on the tips of his toes, his
head turning this way and that. Finally, he could see what the other two people were
talking about, and when he did, his mouth nearly hit the floor with his shock.
There, lewdly sprawled out on the thick, luxurious carpet of the suite was his lovely
wife, as naked as the day she had been born. There was a contented smile on her face,
and she was bathed in the unmistakable glow of sexual satisfaction.
That was shocking enough for the newly wed husband, but what made his heart skip a
couple of beats was the dog... a beautiful German shepherd... wedged between his wife's
naked thighs. In a flash, everything became very clear to Mark, and he could feel a knot
in the pit of his stomach at what he was thinking.
HIS WIFE HAD ALLOWED THIS DOG TO GIVE HER THE ORGASMS HE, HER HUSBAND, COULD NOT!!


Chapter 5

Time was a thing standing still for the young blonde husband. He was totally unaware
of either Candy or Tony standing in the room, gazing with increasing interest at
Gloria's nakedness. All Mark could think about was the fact that he, and he alone had
driven his wife to this... this having to resort to a dog, of all things, to give her the
sexual satisfaction she needed and wanted.
For what seemed like an eternity, Mark stared at Gloria, who was still caught up in her
recent passion, and was unaware that three new people had entered her private little
world. Mark's eyes were unblinking, and his breath was checked. He could feel his
mouth and throat becoming totally dry as he gazed with rapt fascination at the wanton
spectacle on his suite floor. Could this be the "friend" Tony had mentioned? Everything
seemed to point in that direction, but try as he might, Mark simply could not believe it.
It just couldn't be possible!! He had heard of women who did things like this. In this
day and age, just about anything was possible. But he never thought that his lovely wife
would be one of them. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his wife with her legs
spread shamelessly open and the dog's tongue slicing through the passion-flushed lips
of her unsatisfied vagina. It wasn't possible. It just couldn't have happened, no matter
how things looked at the moment. Slowly, as though she were awakening from a very
deep sleep, Gloria opened her eyes and saw that she was no longer alone. Her first
reaction was one of utter shame, as though she had done something wrong, and had
been caught by her parents. She was so overcome by her complete and total orgasm,
though, that this feeling of shame passed quickly, and she found, to her surprise, that
she really didn't give a damn one way or the other what the people in the room thought
of her. Her eyes were a little blurred, and she couldn't quite make out just who was
standing there. Then, slowly, as her reason returned for the first time in she couldn't
remember how long, she could make out who her visitors were... one of them, at least.
She could see the slightly leering face of Tony, the man who had left Fritz with her.
Certainly that came as no shock. He, of all people, must have known what kind of a
dog Fritz was. Had she been just a little more in control of herself, she would have seen
that he carried the wanton smile of sexual demands on his face, and she might have
even been a little afraid. As it was, she could do little more than return the smile he was
giving her. Next to him was a woman... a totally naked woman... a very lovely, blonde
naked woman. She, like Gloria, was bathed in the warm and totally distinctive afterglow 
of sexual pleasure, and this strange woman gave Gloria a warm, friendly, knowing
smile, as though there could be no secrets between women who have gone through
what Gloria had.
Behind this woman, Gloria could see a man, or at least part of him. She could not see
his face, but she could tell that he was as naked as the woman, as though he had been
the one who had made the woman's happiness possible.
Drunk with the intoxication of passion, Gloria slowly brought herself up to a half
reclining position, and shook her head to try and clear it somewhat.
"Hello, Gloria," Tony said as he moved closer to her. "I gather you and Fritz had a
good time together."
Gloria could do little more than give out a light, throaty chuckle, followed by a smile
that she could not have prevented if her life had depended on it.
"Good morning, Gloria," Candy said as she moved away from both Tony and Mark.
"You don't know me, but something tells me that the two of us are going to become
very good friends in the days to come."
Gloria followed the young blonde woman with her eyes as Candy came to her, and
then knelt down to pet Fritz's great head.
"Suppose you tell me just what's going on here!" Mark demanded, feeling his anger
rising unchecked. He was getting just a little pissed at all this friendship with his wife...
a friendship he seemed to be totally left out of.
The sound of his voice brought Gloria completely to her senses, and she suddenly
stiffened as her eyes met those of her husband's.
For a short while, neither husband or wife could say anything to each other. Gloria
opened her mouth, but no words came out. She closed it, and then opened it again,
resembling for all the world a fish trying to breath out of water. Mark pursed his lips
tightly, trying to come to some sort of conclusion with what was happening. It didn't
make any sense to him. Here was his wife, totally naked, lying on the floor with a dog
between her lovely, cum-coated thighs, and two total strangers acting as though they
and Gloria had known each other for years.
"I said suppose you tell me what the hell is going on," Mark repeated, the anger in his
voice completely unhidden. He was getting pretty sick and tired of being left out.
Finally, Gloria managed to find her voice, and she ignored the presence of the two near
strangers in her room, having decided that she was not a little girl, and could think for
herself.
"You want to know what all this is about?" she said, taking a deep breath to bolster her
courage. "All right... I'll tell you. We're here on our honeymoon, not some tour where
you can just take off any time you feel like it. Oh... I'll admit that when you left this
morning, I said I didn't mind. At the time, I didn't. But I mind very much now. You
left me all alone, Mark... all alone at the very time I needed you the most. You should
have stayed so that we could talk about the problem you have."
Mark was dumbfounded by his new wife's attack like this, and he could feel a flush of
embarrassment reddening his face.
"Gloria... not in front of these people," he whispered, as though he were trying to hide
something.
"I'll say what I want in front of any one I want," Gloria snapped. "I'll go to the top of
the building and shout it at the top of my lungs. My husband can't give me an
orgasm... my husband can't give me an orgasm... there... How do you like that? I'm not
ashamed to admit it. But then, there's nothing I should be ashamed of. I've tried
everything I know... things I never even knew could be done, but all you can think
about is..."
"Gloria... for the love of God," Mark pleaded, looking around the room as though he
had just been accused of murder.
"Your husband's right," Candy said finally, seeing that things were becoming little more
than a shouting match, which she knew would get no one anywhere. "It won't do any
good to shout at each other like that."
Mark was at his wit's end now, and he turned away from his wife to gaze seethingly at
Candy.
"You just stay out of this," he said, as though his voice alone would scare the lovely
naked blonde woman. "What's happening between my wife and me is none of your
business."
"That's where you're wrong, lover," Candy said with a teasing smile as she stood up
and came next to Mark. She slipped her arm around his waist and allowed her fingers
to dangle limply into his pubic area, bringing his penis to an unwanted erection. "Both
Tony and myself are a very important part of all this. If it weren't for us, you would still
be in that bar across the street, trying to drink away all your problems."
For the first time, Gloria recognized that Candy and Mark must have been fucking each
other. After all, they were both naked, and they had come into the room together.
"That's right," Tony said, feeling the need to get in on all of the happening. Just being
in the presence of two lovely naked women, plus having seen the incredible sight of
Gloria taking care of Fritz, was making his penis swell and throb with a pain he knew
would have to be taken care of... and fast! "I guess I can tell you that both of you have
been... how shall I say... set up. I've been keeping my eye on you two kids, and I must
say, you have been acting like children."
"What do you mean you set us up?" Mark asked, feeling as though his privacy had
been invaded.
Tony decided that he would not tell everything, since he was not sure how Mark would
react. If it came to a fight, Tony wasn't all that sure if he could win or not, and in any
case, it wasn't worth it. Since he had been able to bluff once with Gloria, he decided
that he would try it with Mark.
"The frustration you two have been going through is as plain as the noses on your
faces. You don't think I can see what's happening? I know people, I'm telling you, and
you just don't act like newlyweds."
Mark stared at the hotel clerk for a moment, thinking about what he said. Like Gloria,
Mark had not known that his problems were so obvious.
"Tony, the man with a heart of gold, decided that both he and I could help you," Candy
interjected. "Obviously, the two of you were not able to help yourselves. You were both
so busy blaming each other that you never stopped to think about what the real
problem might be."
"And just what could that be?" Mark asked, feeling greatly put off that someone he
hardly knew wanted to run his life.
"Well... for Gloria's part, something tells me that she was trying just a little too hard.
I'll bet you were a virgin before you married Mark, right?"
Gloria nodded.
"I might have guessed as much," Tony said. "You did everything you were supposed to
do right?"
Again Gloria nodded.
"Yeah, well, knowing about something from books and shit like that is totally different
than actually doing it. You should have had a little fun before you got married. You
could have used the practice... sort of feel your way around a little... learn just how to
act in different situations."
Gloria lowered her head in shame. She had been thinking just those thoughts a little
earlier in the day, but hearing them come from another person made them seem all the
more real.
"And you," Candy said to Mark, "don't think that your wife is all to blame. When you
were with me, you did very well. Something tells me that you weren't sure you would
be able to make me cum... especially if you were having problems with your wife."
This time it was Mark's turn to lower his head in shame. Everything she said was true.
"All right... so now you know you can perform... and very well, I might add. I'll bet you
were afraid from the start that you would never be able to make Gloria happy, so you
were trying just too hard with her. You should be thinking of her as a woman who
wants you and you alone to make her happy. Being a husband probably scared the shit
out of you. Now that you know there is nothing wrong with you. I'll bet that you and
your wife will see a lot of happy times together."
The room was silent as Mark and Gloria looked at each other. As their eyes met, they
could see only each other, as though Tony, Candy and Fritz had totally vanished from
their little world. Neither one could be angry at the other now for what had happened.
They could see that, though the treatment they had been subjected to was a little harsh,
it was necessary. Their whole loves and happiness had been at stake. How could they
hate the people who had made their marriage work, when just a day ago it had looked
as though they had both made a terrible mistake.
Gloria was the first to speak. "I love you," she said to Mark, turning her naked dark
body in a seductive way, letting him know with her actions that she wanted him again.
Mark, seeing that his marriage was no longer in trouble, pulled out of the circle of
Candy's arms and went to his wife. He bent down and put his arms around her neck,
drawing her face to his and pressing his lips tightly to hers. After a long, deep kiss, he
pulled his mouth away just enough for him to be able to say, "I love you too."
"You didn't have to say that," Gloria said. "I know that you love me."
"Ooohhh... I had to say it," Mark said smiling. "I had to say it, because I don't ever
want you to think otherwise. You're the woman for me, and I want to tell you as often
as I can."
"Will you look at the two love birds," Tony teased. "It makes me feel all warm and
tingly."
"Yeah," Candy teased back. "Makes me feel at least twenty years younger."
"I really wish there was some way Gloria and I could repay the two of you for helping
us out," Mark said in a sincere voice.
"Just seeing the two of you happy is..."
"Now wait a moment," Tony stopped her. "After all the thinking and planning I did, I
think I can come up with a way that would make all of us happy."
"Really?" Gloria asked, her eyes opened wide in wonderment.
"That's right," Tony said, beginning to take off his clothes to reveal his huge, already
swollen penis jutting from his dark-haired loins. Even Candy, who had seen his cock
many times before was amazed at the hugeness of it this time. She hadn't reasoned that
all the watching he had done had made him more ready to fuck than he had ever been
in his life, but she could see now that he wanted one thing, and one thing only.
"Tell me, Gloria, have you ever been double fucked?" Tony asked with a straight face.
Both Mark and Gloria looked at the older hotel clerk with apprehension. It had never
dawned on either of them that such a thing was possible, and Mark was not all that
sure he wanted to go through with something like that. Sharing his wife with a dog was
one thing... but with another man...?
To Mark's surprise, Gloria seemed more than willing to go through with it. "I think I'd
like to try," she said in a happy, cheery voice. "After all, I still have a lot of things to
learn, and there's no time like the present to start, right?"
"That's the spirit," Tony beamed. "Now, sup pose you get your belly and you and I will
show your husband how a master does it, right."
Gloria squealed her excitement, and quickly turned over, presenting the precious sight
of her naked, firm buttocks to Tony's carefully practiced gaze. The chunky hotel clerk
knew exactly what he was doing, and he was certain that it might hurt Gloria for a
moment... especially since she was a virgin in her ass. He knew that if she were strong
enough, she would be able to stand the first rush of pain. After that, she would
experience nothing but the pleasure of having two male penises in her at the same time.
That would be something she would never forget as long as she lived, and in the back
of his mind, Tony wondered if she would ever be satisfied with anything less after this.
Mark was a little confused by what was happening. In all the years he had been
fucking, he had never been part of a double. He'd already decided that if Gloria wanted
to go through with it, he would go along as well. After all, he had found out that there
were still many things he did not know, and if Tony could teach him, then so be it.
Besides, he owed his marriage to the man who was gazing with rapt interest at the
delicious looking crack of his wife's ass.
Tony took a little while to watch at Gloria's nakedness staring up at him, begging to be
fucked as only he could do. His cock was a thing alive in his hand as he stroked and
massaged it to complete readiness. All the while, he licked his lips with eager
anticipation of the things to come. Ever since he had seen this lovely dark-haired
woman, he had wanted to get his penis inside her. Now he was going to, and it was all
he could do to keep from turning her over and ramming his cock as deeply into her
cunt as he could. He wanted a virgin hole, however, and from what he had seen since
she had been at the hotel, her ass, her tight, brown anus, was the only one left. She had
given her hymen to her husband, and she had sucked Fritz's cock until the happy beast
had cum and cum and cum. Now only her ass was left, and Tony wanted it more than
he wanted any other part of her.
He bent down and placed his hands on either half moon of her shapely ass-cheeks,
thrusting his fingers into the crevice they made, and then drew them apart. His cock
was nearly touching the darkly tanned flesh of her upper thighs, and as he pulled open
her buttocks, his eyes widened as he saw her tightly puckered anal ring nestled
tantalizingly in its warm, slightly dry valley. He removed one hand and trailed it along
the split of her vagina, bringing massive amounts of cuntal lubrication to his fingers.
He smiled to himself as he heard Gloria moan with mounting excitement. She had
never had anything like this happen to her before, and she was determined that she
would get as much out of it as possible. Even though her ass looked tight, Tony
reasoned that if he used enough lubrication flowing from her vagina, he could probably
get his penis in her rectum.
With a lascivious grin on his face, he clamped his fingers tighter into Gloria's softly
fleshed buttocks to hold her in place, knowing that she would instinctively jump when
he rammed his cock home in her ass. He knew what he would have to do. He would
have to give it to her all at once, like ripping a band-aid from a cut. Doing it slowly
would only make the pain last longer.
Laying on her belly on the floor, Gloria held her breath, waiting for something to
happen. She could feel the hands of the hotel clerk fumbling around her ass, and she
closed her eyes and allowed the wonderful feelings of being manipulated there. It was a
wonderful feeling... one she never thought she would allow man other than her
husband to do. She closed her eyes and relaxed as much as she could, wondering what
it would feel like to have a man's cock in her back-passage.
She found out right away!
In one moment, she had been drifting along on a soft cloud of mounting passion.
In the next, her whole body was engulfed in a blinding wave of pain that seemed to
bum right up through her spine and make her wonder if she would ever walk properly
again!
She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The searing blaze that
washed through her had taken her breath away. She could do nothing but allow Tony
to continue. As she tried to reflexively pull away, she found that she was held tightly in
place by the clerk's powerful hands.
Tony grunted as he fucked his cock up into the narrow, tight confines of Gloria's
virginal ass. He reached up with one hand to grip her shoulders and pull her cringing
buttocks back onto him. It was then that Gloria found her voice again.
"AAAGGGHHH!!" she screamed as her mind became clear, and she was able to move
and thrash and buck against the foreign presence in her ass.
Tony, knowing that the pain would be gone in just a moment, ignored her, and
continued to fuck up into her virginal anal opening, rushing up the tight nether
channel until his flat belly smacked flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
Gloria was fastened to him now, her eyes bulging, her dark hair whipping from side to
side as she tried her best to relax her ass muscles and make the pain go away. She could
feel his throbbing penis inside her like a heart beating in her anus, each pulse shoving
her inner walls a little farther outward from his massive hardened cock, until the pain
began to go away, being replaced with the new and exciting feeling of a penis in her
ass.
The young wife felt him up behind her beginning to fuck smoothly in and out, with
short and shallow thrusts at first, but then gradually lengthening until just the
expanded glans at the head of his cock was left inside before he shoved back into her up
to the hilt.
Tony gritted his teeth from the delightful tightness of the narrow opening, pulling his
lips back in a grimace of pleasure and satisfaction. He had finally gotten into this lovely
little bride, and she was every bit as good as he had thought she would be. Her
willingness to do anything so that she could learn to please her husband was making
this sodomy all the better for her, and therefore, for him as well. It was no good fucking
a woman in the ass if she did not want to be fucked there. Gloria was determined that
she would go along, making it pleasurable for both of them.
With a low mewling sound like an animal in heat, Gloria began to rock gently with
him, meeting his inward thrusts with her back-pushing buttocks, grinding the halfmoons 
lasciviously into his loins to take as much of his lusty cock as she could. She was
enjoying it now, the pain having totally disappeared, and she moaned her passionate
pleas in all the obscenities she had ever heard.
"Oooooohhh... fuck it... FUCK IT! FUCK MY ASS!!" she quavered back at him in a
pleading, lust-altered voice.
Tony sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-cheeks, pounding as hard
as he could into her tight-clutching rectum. He knew that once she got going, she
would love it... just as she had loved everything else that had happened before. All she
had to do was try.
And she was trying with all her might right now.
Watching all of this, Mark wondered just how he was expected to join in on the fun.
When Gloria had First screamed in her pain, Mark's first thought was to pull Tony off
of her and relieve her. But even as he had started to move towards them, her moans of
pain had become moans of pleading and pleasure. Mark watched with narrowed eyes,
so lost in the vision of his wife being fucked in the ass that he barely noticed Candy
pulling at him, eager to once again feel his cock in her cunt.
Even though the fire in his loins was raging out of control now, Tony managed to
remember that this was only part of what he had planned for the young bride. Looking
at the wondering Mark, the hotel clerk knew that he would have to take total charge.
Rolling over onto his back, he pulled the impaled Gloria with him so that she now lay
on her back on top of him, her naked loins openly exposed to her husband's gaze. The
muscles of her flat, tanned belly were straining to near-breaking point from the pressure
of her legs down on either side of Tony's body, until she finally managed to find a
resting place for both her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent to
relieve the slight pain in her rectum from Tony's deeper penetration in this new
position. Still standing above them, stark naked, his bulging hard cock throbbing at the
sight of his wife's well-lubricated cunt, Mark could see the thick dark shaft of Tony's
cock protruding from Gloria's anus beneath. Mark watched the moistness up between
her thighs with increasingly greedy eyes, the hair-lined slit making tiny nibbling
motions in the air as she continued screwing her ass-cheeks back down onto Tony's
deeply impaling hardness. Her full ripe breasts were dancing wildly on her chest above
Tony's arms locked beneath their voluptuous softness, and the passion-drunk wife
looked so open and inviting that Mark knew he would be able to give her what she
wanted this time. She was his... her pussy was still his. After all that had happened, she
still wanted him there... in her eager, lovely cunt.
Mark could do little more than stare at the eye-pleasing sight of her passion-soaked
vagina, delighting in the fact that his marriage was even now being saved.
"Come on, you cunt-hound," Tony teased. "Do it! What the hell are you waiting for.
This is your wife. Treat her like it."
Moving swiftly in the heat of his passion, Mark groaned deep in his throat and lowered
himself to the floor between Tony's outspread knees, his long hard cock throbbing with
anticipation at the sight of the dark-haired fringed pussy eagerly awaiting him. As he
glanced up at her face, Mark could tell that Gloria was almost out of her mind with
desire... desire for him, and he began to relish the idea of sharing his wife with the man
who had made this happiness possible for him. Positioning himself above his wife's
gyrating cunt, he aimed his rigidly pulsating penis at the tender wet pussy flesh below.
The muscular young husband pushed Gloria's thighs still further apart as he moved
into position. Then grasping his hard aching cock in his hands, he guided it without a
moment's hesitation deep into the moist cavern of her cunt.
"Oooooohhh... GGGOOODDD!!" Gloria groaned as his lust-enraged penis slithered
unimpeded up inside her tingling belly, joining Tony's penis already buried there in her
rectum. Gloria lay gasping for breath between the two muscular men, blissfully aware
that her husband had finally joined in the wild orgasm she could feel building in her
belly and loins. For a moment, something in the back of her mind told her that she
should be ashamed of this... taking on two men at the same time... but the pleasure
mounting and mounting and mounting washed away every thought other than that of
the two virile penis driving deeper and deeper into her with every passing second. She
rocked back and forth, deliciously sandwiched between the two of them, impaled on
their cocks like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her
cunt separating the two deeply fucking shafts of male flesh.
Mark, already excited from watching Tony sodomizing his wife, began to fuck his wife
in earnest, driving himself as deeply as he could into the steaming moistness of her
cunt, while Tony began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the depths of her
penis-filled rectum. It took a moment, but then they achieved a natural rhythm,
buffering her between them like a child's rag-doll.
Gloria was uttering low moaning sounds which went on and on all the time they
ground into her from the back and the front, occasionally loosing a deeper groan from
her chest as they bumped into her loins with harder and harder force.
The blonde Candy watched as if hypnotized, staring at the two blood-thickened shafts
of flesh skewering into Gloria's splayed out loins like twin battering rams. The older
woman's excited lust laden eyes gleamed as she viewed the moist long cocks glistening
as they fucked in and out, the stretched pink edges of the dark-haired cunt drawing
back with Mark's penis on the out stroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it
home again deep in her belly. The other thick cudgel was clasped tightly by the young
girl's rubbery anal ring as Tony drove his slippery cock relentlessly up between her
quivering tanned buttocks. On and on it went, filling Candy's loins with an envious
desire that made her clitoris tremble almost to the point of vicarious orgasm. The
blonde woman had never seen anything like it in her life, and found it hard to believe
that the young newlywed could get so lost in her own sensations that she no longer
seemed to know or care what was happening to her, or who was doing it.
In the back of her mind, she remembered Tony telling her that once she got going,
there was no stopping Gloria, and she smiled, wondering if Tony himself had known
what potential lay in the dark-haired woman.
As far as Gloria was concerned, this was the most wonderful thing that could be
happening to her. She was getting her husband back, and at the same time deriving a
pleasure she would never dreamed possible. She finally found a place to rest her ankles,
in the crook of her husband's knees, and her hips began to jerk backwards to meet the
upthrusts into her impaled anus and then forward slight popping noise as Tony's thick
shaft slipped from the tightness of the young wife's anus, looking through half-closed
eyes at her upthrust swollen breasts heaving as she gasped to regain her breath.
Candy, unbearably aroused by what she had just seen, was now leaning her face down
close to Gloria's wide-open pussy. She could see Tony's deflated penis below the girl's
softly rounded buttocks, and the pinkly glistening folds of the wife's vagina still
palpitating as a thin stream of white semen seeped out between them. Candy was right
on the verge of having another orgasm, and with a groan she touched her fingertips to
her own hotly throbbing clitoris, sending herself into an ecstasy of wanton joy. As she
ground her desire-drenched pussy around on her hand, the older woman suddenly
dropped her head to Gloria's loins, licking the precious, thick fluid out of the girl's
smooth cuntal furrow with her pinkly extended tongue.
After cumming with a force that made her knees weak, Candy fell beside the others on
the floor, nobody willing or able to speak for what seemed like an eternity.


Epilogue

Mark unlocked the door of the home he and Gloria would be sharing for the rest of
their lives. The young wife could not control her smile of excitement as her husband
first flung open the door, and then bent down to carry her across the thresh-hold.
While they had been away on their honeymoon, their furniture had been delivered, and
the rooms were cluttered with boxes and crates which would have to be unpacked.
Their giggles of excitement echoed through the nearly empty house, making them all
the more excited. For both of them, the new house would represent starting a new life
together... a life which had been threatened only several days before.
Mark put his bride down, and walked away from her to sit on one of the crates and
rest. The drive from Chicago had taken its toll. Both of them were tired from the long
trip.
"Looks as nice as the plans, wouldn't you say?" Mark asked his wife.
"It looks a lot nicer," Gloria told him. "This is the real thing. And I can tell that we will
have a lot of happy times here."
Mark smiled at his wife's enthusiasm. After his first two nights with her, he would
never have dreamed that she would say something like that. He could tell that he
owned his happiness to Candy, Tony and of course, Fritz. After that incredible day in
his hotel suite with three near strangers, Gloria had been almost a different person... a
better person than the little girl he had married. And he, too, had gone through some
very profound changes. He was no longer afraid to face the responsibilities of
marriage... that fear having caused much of his inadequacy to please his wife. After
Candy and Tony had left, the two newly weds had repeated their performance, proving
to Mark that he could satisfy his wife in the way she would have to be satisfied. All his
fear had been banished from his mind. Looking back on it now, he could see that that
fear he had experienced had all been a part of growing up. He never thought that he
still had to mature some, but marriage was a much larger step then he had thought.
Candy had shown him that, and now he could live his life the way it should be lived.
Gloria came over to him and sat beside him on the crate. Despite the barrenness of the
empty house, it looked for all the world to Gloria like a palace, and she was tingly with
anticipation of spending night after night after night in it with her husband. They still
had some time left before Mark had to go to work, and thought they hadn't talked
about the things they would do with the time, Gloria had some ideas of her own.
"Do you think we'll have to wait very long before we can get a dog of our own?" Gloria
asked after a long silence.
Mark looked at his wife and smiled. Just before he and Gloria had left Chicago, she had
asked him to give her a dog like Fritz... one that she could train herself. Mark had
learned, among other things, that his wife would have to be allowed to do those things
she wanted in order to keep her happy. Candy had taught him that if he were willing to
give his wife the freedom she requested, she would have that special feeling for him and
him alone. She would always be with him, since she knew that he would allow her the
freedom she needed.
And it worked both ways. Mark would have his freedom as well, and both husband and
wife, though they may have their little flings with other people from time to time,
would never leave each other. Mark would never have believed that he could be a part
of an open marriage, but he and Gloria had developed one, and they knew that they
would be able to live with it.
"Yes... I think we could get a dog for you really soon," Mark answered. "I don't think it
will be like Fritz, but with your patience, I'm sure you will be able to train him to suit
you a lot better."
"Uuuuummmm... I hope so," Gloria said as she wrapped her arms around the muscular
waist of her husband. Mark slipped one hand around her tapered, hour-glass waist and
drew her tightly against him.
"I have an idea," he said as he nuzzled his nose lightly into her cheek. "Suppose we
break this house in right. We could try that mattress out right now."
Gloria gave a low, throaty chuckle. The mattress was covered with a thin plastic sheet,
and was resting on the springs. Beside it was the huge, solid oak frame, still in several
pieces.
"Why, honey," Gloria said in a mock-innocent voice, "we don't have anything to cover
the windows. Anyone could see us just by walking by."
Now it was Mark's turn to give a throaty chuckle. "Frankly, I don't give a shit who sees
us. I love you and I want to show you. If things like that bother other people, then they
just don't have to watch. Besides, what we do in our own home is our own business."
"We might meet some new friends," Gloria hinted as she stood up and took her
husband's hands in her own."
"We might," Mark said, just before he ground his hips tightly against those of his wife.
They embraced long and deep then, their hands exploring each other's back and
buttocks, drawing them tightly to each other. Lightly, tenderly, Mark inched his wife's
dress up along her body, and she pulled herself away from him just enough for him to
pull the garment over her head. Clad only in her thin panties and bra, she backed away
from him, drawing him towards the mattress. Her eyes fixed on his pants, and she
noted that his erection threatened to burst through the tented cloth of his trousers. As
she pulled him down on top of her, she could feel the heat of his swollen cock searing
through the cloth and burning her fiat, naked belly.
"Oh darling," she breathed, "this will be just like a second honeymoon right after the
first."
"Um hum," he answered, "and this one will never have to end."


THE END
