ANIMAL BABY SITTER
By Peter Jensen


Chapter 1

Outside, the soft autumn winds blew through the maple and elm trees, telling everyone
that the summer was over, and that there would be a brief respite from the harsh winter
winds and snow. With each gust, the trees were stripped of more of their colorful
leaves, adding to the lovely piles which already formed around their trunks. The air was
burning a pile of leaves, spewing a pleasing smell into the air. The sounds of the
Walther University tower clock chimed two in the afternoon, and there was the faint
cheer of college students as the home football team made yet another touchdown
against their adversary.
Having just come back from a walk around the campus, pert Dorthy Burnett sighed as
she stood in the huge picture window of her home, looking over the peaceful setting of
her picturesque environment, watching the few students who were not at the Saturday
football game wandering around, kicking through the leaves. It was like something out
of a movie, she thought, seeing the man and woman saunter past her house, oblivious
to everything but themselves. The pretty coed had her arms around her boyfriend, who
also had his arm around her, drawing her sweater and jean clad body tightly to him.
Seeing the two of them only served to remind Dorthy of the very thing she had taken
her walk to try and forget. Her own husband, Harlan, was away, and would be for the
rest of the afternoon. Before he had left, he had promised that he would try and get
back in time for the faculty party, though that was as far as he would go... only that he
would try.
Moving away from the window, the lovely scene simply too painful to look at, Dorthy
looked around her living room. Harlan was a loving husband, she realized, but there
were times when he took his duties as the coach of the college chess team just a little
too seriously. Yes, Dorthy knew that Walther College had one of the best teams in the
East. Yes, Dorthy knew that it was only through constant practice and playing that the
six members on the team could maintain their ratings. Yes, Dorthy knew that Harlan's
interest in chess and his love for the students would help maintain the team's position.
Harlan was something of a puzzle to the opposing teams. He was hardly a wimpy, be
speckled man. His constant work-outs in the school gym, plus his Black belt in Karate,
made him look and act more like a football coach than something of a master chess
player, and it was his physical appearance that would throw the opposing team into a
false sense of security.
But there were other things in life besides traveling with the team, and leaving his wife
all alone.
Dorthy pursed her lips and walked to her liquor cabinet, knowing that she really
shouldn't have the glass of red wine she felt she needed, but hell, there really wasn't
anything else for her to do. She had toyed with the idea of going to the football game,
but had decided against it. And the walk, while it had been nice, really hadn't done
much good. Everywhere she saw couples walking together, while she had to walk alone.
It just wasn't fair! she thought, her mental voice screaming as she took a deep slug of
her wine. It just wasn't fair!
Refilling her glass, she walked to her couch and plopped her petite body down, running
her hands through her short, dark brown hair to brush away the few loose strands from
her hazel eyes. She brought her feet up and set them on the coffee table in front of the
couch and stared at the ruby-colored wine, seeing a distorted reflection of her pert face,
her slightly upturned little nose and sensual lips following the curve of the glass. The
strangeness of the way she looked in the reflection made her smile, and as her lips drew
away from her teeth, she had to laugh again as she saw her white, even teeth stretched
almost grotesquely.
But the. happiness she felt at seeing herself like that was fleeting, and once again she
assumed a somber expression.
Harlan was away, and she wanted him. If ever there was a day made for loving, today
was the day.
"Damn you, Harlan," she said out loud, her voice startling her. She looked around as
though she might not be alone, and as though anyone who might be in the house
would think that she were nuts for talking to herself.
Of course there was no one, and again she swore under her breath.
"Damn you Harlan!"
Again she sighed. No, it really wasn't Harlan's fault. It really wasn't anyone's fault. God
knows it was hard enough to make ends meet as things are these days, she reminded
herself. Even though Harlan had to be away some of the time, the money he made as
the chess team coach in the fall and winter and as the martial arts coach in the spring
and early summer was very handy, and when it was added to the money she made as
the typist for the college newspaper, those ends came together very nicely, with a little
extra to spare. Between the two of them, they made as much as some of the full time
professors in the college, even though neither of them were really members of the
faculty.
Dorthy smiled slightly as she thought of how she and her husband had been accepted
for what they were by the members of the faculty. She had thought, three months ago
when she and her husband had first come to the college, that they would be looked
down upon by the professors That hadn't come to pass, though, and as things turned
out, both she and her husband were accepted as important, if non-academic, members
of the college staff.
And then her smile left her as she remembered, for the umpteenth time, that she was
alone. Damn! Even the football coach took his wife with him when he went traveling.
Harlan had hinted slightly that he might like to take Dorthy with him when he left
earlier this morning, but she had backed out, thinking that it really wouldn't be much
fun for her, just sitting around and watching a bunch of kids playing chess. She
understood nothing of the game.
She wished now that she had taken her husband up on his offer. Anything would have
to be better than sitting around the house alone like this.
Well, she thought, hindsight is always twenty-twenty, as they say. She would go with
him the next time. She finished her second glass of wine and thought that maybe she
would like a third. At least then, she would be able to numb the loneliness she was
feeling. There were a couple of things she had to do around the house, and she might
as well get herself a little tipsy to do them. Carrying her glass with her as she walked up
the stairs to their bedroom to straighten up, she found that her thoughts were drifting...
drifting back to the very first night she and Harlan had climbed the stairs, the night
they had moved into the house less than three months ago.
Those were happy times, she remembered. School had not yet started, and both she and
her husband were just getting the feel of their new home. They had added up their
combined salaries again and again, as though they could hardly believe their good
fortune. Life had been pretty much of a struggle for the two of them, made even harder
after they were married while they were still in college. They knew that they would
make it, somehow, though exactly what they were going to do with their lives together
was still open-ended. While they both had degrees, neither one had the money to
continue schooling and become professionals. Both of them had said that they would be
willing to go to work while the other continued school, but neither one was willing to
have the other make a sacrifice like that.
And then, while they were discussing it, a letter had come, telling Harlan that his
interest in chess and karate had been duly noted by Walther College, and would he like
to coach the teams the college had. He had jumped at the chance, and after looking
around the college, found a position for his wife on the student newspaper. A home,
modest but far from the dump they had been living in right after their marriage, had
been found by the campus housing agency, and the two of them could see that things
were starting to pick right up.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Dorthy remembered how she had felt when Harlan held
her that first night. Their furniture hadn't even arrived, and wouldn't until the next
morning, but there was a bed in the bedroom, left over from the students who had been
living in the house before them. It hadn't been much of a bed... a simple single mattress
without a frame, but as Dorthy had looked at it, with her husband holding her lightly
around the waist, she could see that it would be all they needed for the night.
In the caverns of her slightly alcohol-controlled mind, she could remember the things
she and her husband had said to each other.
"I'm so happy for us," Dorthy said, tilting up her head to look at her husband
hopefully. She blinked several times, as though she had something in her eyes, and he
merely looked down at her, saying nothing. Words were not really necessary.
"Sometimes, I think I'm in a dream, and I'll wake up to find the two of us back in that
dump."
"Shhhhhhhh," Harlan said, pressing his forefinger against her lips. "I don't want to
hear any more talk like that. We've both had our share of troubles. We're moving up,
darling... We're moving up together. We'll never have to live like that again. I promise."
"Oh, honey... as long as I have you, I don't care where we live."
They looked at each other for a long, lingering moment, and then Harlan lowered his
face and pressed his lips tightly against hers, holding them there for a moment before
he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. He pulled her lovely, lithe petite body hard
against his muscled frame, allowing his expanded throbbing cock to press against the
flat expanse of her cloth-covered belly. She shivered when she felt the searing hardness
of his erect cock, and while she returned his kiss, pulling his tongue deeply into her
mouth with her own, she dropped her hands along his back to cup his buttocks,
drawing his frame even tighter against her. As they stood at the head of the stairs, she
began to gently undulate her body against his, letting him know her urgent desires. If
there was anything about her marriage that she loved the most, it was the totally
satisfying thrust of her husband's penis up into her moist hot vagina. She .had been a
virgin when she married him, and even though they had done some very heavy petting
while they were dating, she had never allowed him to go all the way with her,
preferring to wait.
Her patience had been rewarded, and she knew, as his hands dropped to her ass-cheeks
to make their contact even tighter, that she would be rewarded again.
Dorthy felt the warm vibrations of her husband's body seeping into hers, and a kind of
magnetic electricity flowed between them, erasing the negative memories of their
former life. The only important thing, as they stood at the head of the stairs, was that
they wanted each other. Her stomach seemed to turn over with excitement, and all her
happiness went out toward him. His warm mouth covered hers, and she returned his
kiss hungrily, parting her lips to accept his searching tongue. Her body was arching up
to his, her throbbing breasts trying to pierce through the restraining cloth of her 
pullover shirt.
"Oh, baby," he said then, pulling his mouth away from hers and letting his lips roam
wetly down her neck. Her tongue made a mute twirl of approval inside his ear, and
Harlan's hand began moving up along her side and then under her shirt to her heaving
breasts. Lifting the garment over her body, she hoisted her arms over her head to allow
him to remove the shirt completely, letting his fingers slide at will across her now
naked, hot flesh. Her breath was coming in fast spurts now, making her breasts rise and
fall in an uneven rhythm, and Harlan let his fingers dip into the crevice between the
ripely straining swells. It was moist and hot there, and he felt Dorthy's whole body give
a jerk and she sighed heavily as his hand pushed into the fleshy valley, separating the
twin mounds of pliant skin out to either side. He never seemed to tire of things like
that as a prelude to their lovemaking, and then, as always, it increased the passion
mounting rapidly between them.
"Ooooohhhh... Harlan... yes... yes..." she breathed, pressing her lips against the cheek
that was always smooth, always loving. "I love you so much."
The groan that bubbled up from her throat rose steadily in pitch, as he stood there,
burrowing his face in the deep cleft of her breasts. Then she gave a sharp cry of
excitement as his tongue began wetly exploring the crevice, and she knew he was going
to tease and torment her and make her wait for his cock, his way of making her passion
all the greater. She loved having him tease her like this. She could feel his pushing her
backwards into the bedroom, slowly inching her toward the mattress in the bedroom as
she rubbed her lust-hardened nipples into his ears, and shivered at the thrill of the
inner ridges of his ears scrapping across the desire-sensitized little buds. She tried to
squirm her breasts around beneath him so that his pleasure-bringing tongue was licking
hotly over the tips, but Harlan outwitted her and kept right on laving the area between,
licking and licking, making it soaking wet in there as he continued to push her
backwards into the bedroom. She pressed in tighter against him, hardly aware of the
fact that they were no longer standing at the head of the stairs. She loved having her
mind totally obliterated of all thought by her husband, and she was certain that as long
as she lived, she would never tire of him, as she hoped that he would never tire of her.
She loved his wet, hot, teasing tongue between her breasts like this, driving her insane
with lust because she was never certain when he would remove it from her sensually
firm mounds to lave it across her passion-hard nipples.
She was taken completely by surprise when the backs of her legs caught on the mattress
edge, but Harlan, never once losing control of what he was doing, gently set her down.
She moaned as her body stretched out on the mattress, and she was amazed to notice
that Harlan's mouth never once left her breasts. As she stretched out her legs, cooing
louder and louder with her mounting passion. She squirmed her still covered buttocks
down on the mattress, feeling a sudden rush of heated wetness up between her legs. She
closed her eyes and gave herself up to the lust that was sweeping like a brush fire
through her eager loins. Now that their money problems were taken care of, she would
have him all to herself, every night in bed... like this.
Now his lips were moving fish-like on her naked breasts, sucking and releasing small
mouthfuls of heated flesh as he inched toward her tingling nipples. With a quick twist
beneath him, Dorothy fed one impatient bud into his open mouth and moaned as she
felt him draw it greedily inward, feeling the delicious friction of his teeth on her tender
flesh, hard yet gentle, sucking, nibbling, biting. And now the other, quickly, as his
kneading fingers replaced the pressure on the abandoned breast.
"Ooooooooo... Harlan..." she moaned. Her head snapped back against the mattress, her
short brown hair fanning out into a wavy frame. Her eyes closed and her dark lashes
fluttered as she let the incredible sensations of want and desire spread out from her
saliva-wet breasts to every part of her love hungry body. Somehow, her slacks had come
undone, and Harlan had used one hand to pull them down her body, until her long
legs were exposed all the way to mid thigh, and as she became aware of the total
abandon of her position, her husband's hands dropped to her knee and then slipped
along her naked leg toward the "vee" of her wantonly revealed pussy mound. The feel
of his touch on her skin there was electric, and before he had moved an inch, there was
a maddening tickle of anticipation in her waiting cunt. She shivered a little and her
hands tightened in Harlan's raven hair as she remembered how thick his fingers were.
Oh God... now she desperately wanted one of those fingers plunging into her passion
seared vagina! Maybe two of them!
The sounds of Harlan's sucking echoed in the nearly empty bedroom and drifted to her
ears, and Dorthy felt her face flush with passion. There was now a veritable flood of
moisture between her parted legs, and she felt excited with the knowledge that soon her
husband's searching hand would reach the soft auburn triangle of her pussy and
discover how wet she was there with her longing for him. She pressed her buttocks
tightly down into the mattress, waiting, just waiting for what she knew was about to
happen. Higher and higher her husband's fingers crept, until...
Until he was there!
His hand searching mouse-like along the last remaining cloth of her slacks, barely
touching the wispy strands of pubic hair at the top of her pussy slit, and Dorthy ground
her thighs hotly together, as the rolling spasms of desire seared through her helplessly
aroused body. Even after all the months they had been married, his touch on her
waiting flesh seemed deliciously wicked and wonderful to her.
Dorthy groaned as his middle finger slowly parted the curling tendrils of her pussy hair
and slid unimpeded between the slippery wet lips of her excited vagina. She heard
Harlan also groan into the softness of her breasts, and he held his finger rigid and she
lunged her pussy desperately up and down along its satisfying thickness to assuage the
fever burning in her blood-swollen clitoris. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, and
she caught the sight of her husband's face tightly buried in the pleasing valley between
her breasts. She thought vaguely that at this very moment, there were millions of other
couples doing this very same thing... making love in the darkness of their homes. But
that really didn't matter to her at all. At the moment, nothing mattered to her but
Harlan. There was nothing else of importance except his outstretched finger between
her tightly clenched thighs.
She closed her eyes again and felt his finger start a gentle stroking movement, pushing
hotly at the warm hair-lined folds of her throbbing cuntal split. Wave after wave of
totally wanton pleasure washed through her, she began to slowly grind her hips up and
down in measure to his caressing digit.
"Mmmmmmmmm... oooooohhh... Harlan..." she cooed with new abandon. She bit
down on her lower lip as the pleasure rose rapidly out of all control, and she gasped
aloud as her husband's finger suddenly twisted and began pushing up inside her
steaming vagina. The fleshy inner walls of her cunt gave readily before his insistent
invasion, spreading out of the way and allowing him to slide all the way into her satiny
cuntal softness. Once inside, his finger circled lustfully around, sinking into the palm of
his hand, dropping down again, and then thrusting back in until Dorthy thought she
would go mad with desire. Her vaginal muscles began contracting wildly around his
pistoning finger, and suddenly she pulled his head up from her breasts and pleaded:
"Harlan! Oh God! Darling... now... please, now!" Pulling him higher so that their
mouths could meet once more in a wet rage of fire, she mewled and whimpered to let
him know the need she was feeling in her loins.
"Okay, baby. I hear you," he murmured, his finger grinding deeper into her open cunt.
And suddenly his weight was lifting away from her body, and she clung to his neck
with her eyes still closed, unwilling to release him from her grasp. But he pulled free
and left her lying sprawled on the mattress, her slacks pushed all the way down. Past
her knees now, her pinkly gleaming pussy spread wide to his hungry gaze. Now as hot
as his brown-haired wife was, Harlan took only seconds to strip off his clothes and leave
them in a cluttered heap on the hardwood floor of the nearly empty bedroom.
"We got something to celebrate tonight," he whispered in a hoarse tone. "And I'm
going to fuck you hard and deep because of it."
Dorthy shuddered with anticipation at the sound of his words, and she lifted her hips
up from the mattress to slither out of her slacks. She wanted to be as naked as her
husband.
She loved hearing him tell her that he was going to fuck her hard and deep. She loved
the sounds of the words. It let her know that he wanted her as much as she wanted
him, and that meant he would make good his promise.
As Harlan knelt beside her spread-eagled form, he grasped his lust-thickened penis in
his hand, feeling its impressive girth expand still further as he approached Dorthy's
petitely curved body. She lay sprawled there, panting, with her hazel eyes closed and
her lush pink lips wetly parted, her hair a brown halo around her head. Her trembling
breasts were still inflamed from the sucking he had given them, and her softly curved
belly and indented navel rose and fell with the force of her heavy breathing. Harlan
looked at her hips flaring out above the burnt-brown triangle of her cunt, and he smiled
as he thought that he would be soon thrusting deep into the cavern they hid. He could
see the inner folds of Dorthy's pussy glistening wet in anticipation of his iron-hard
cock, and he knew that he wouldn't make her wait long... not this time! A wild
exhilaration had taken hold of him, and it made him feel a new sexual power, a prowess
that had been withheld from him up to this moment. He had had many things on his
mind before, but now that both he and Dorthy would be bringing in money, those
things were passed Growling like the animal he felt like, the young husband knelt
forward between his wife's smooth, cream-white thighs. Using his fully hardened penis
as a probe, he parted the soft sparse hairs of her cunt and touched his blood-swollen
cockhead to the secret flesh within. Dorthy squealed at the delicious contact and her
hips lurched upward automatically to meet him. Pushing forward a little bit into her
passion-drenched vagina, Harlan chuckled out loud as Dorthy began a crab-like
screwing up along his teasing shaft in an attempt to draw it all the way into her
hungering cunt. Harlan pushed again, keeping his penis high, so that she would be able
to arch up and meet it, and watched fascinated as the tightly rounded white moons of
her ass came into view below the point where he was entering her desire-flushed loins.
"Pleeaasee... Oooooohhh... nnnooowww!"
Suddenly tiring of playing with her, and unable to take any more of the sight of his
wife trying to make him fuck her, Harlan tightened his buttocks and snapped forward,
lunging between her wide-held thighs. The rubbery tip of his cock pressed hotly into
her yielding pussy flesh as his hands closed around her tensed ass-cheeks, and her pussy
was trapped, impaled by the massiveness of his cock.
"Aaaaaaahh-hhhhhhooo..." Dorthy moaned in sensual relief as she was finally being
penetrated. It hurt her, but it hurt her so good, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry as the
tears of her joy sprang to her eyes. This was the way she loved him after the way he had
teased her. Tonight his lust-hardened cock seemed so big to her, bigger than usual, and
she wondered if it was only because now they had no problems with money any more.
She couldn't help but cringe at the pain she felt high up within her anxious vagina... a
pain that gave a promise of fading into pleasure as the right things happened, one after
another. She felt the entire weight of her husband's body press down over her, while
underneath her, the soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks were being pried apart by his
ceaselessly kneading fingers. And the wider his strong fingers pulled her back there, the
wider her vagina also opened, letting him hook his demanding cock farther up into the
steaming passage in a hard and fast fucking motion that left her breathless.
And with each short hard jab, he grunted, gathering energy for the next passion-filled
stroke.
"Mmmnnnggg... aaaggghhh..." the cries were choked from her throat. Dorthy's belly
was on fire, and the huge shaft that skewered it felt so wonderful and hard.
"Harlan... ooooohhhh..." She tried to push him up a little, but his body lay like a rock
on top of hers, smashing her ripe, jiggling breasts against her chest, while his cock
drove upward into her vagina, filling her to the hilt, stretching her all the way,
embedding itself completely in her quivering white belly. She moaned with her
mounting passion.
Hearing her moan, Harlan began to move. Gasping and panting with his own pleasure,
he rocked gently and rhythmically in the cradle of her thighs, his blood-engorged penis
shifting maddeningly in her sensitive cunt with each new movement he made. She
gripped his back so hard with her fingers that she thought her nails might be cutting
him, and she held desperately to his lunging torso as the pain flowed out of her body.
The new thrills she was experiencing were all the sharper for the previous discomfort,
and she groaned aloud as the soft confines of her now hungrily flaring pussy were
tormented by her husband's greedy cock. With a cry of utter abandon, she kicked out
her heels, and felt Harlan shift up onto her in a different position, leaning over her on
the mattress. She tightened her legs around his hips, pulling her loins upward so that
her besieged cunt was open to his attack. Harlan's lust-driven cock sped up into her
with the power of an engine as she began to undulate her buttocks licentiously beneath
him.
"Is it good, baby? Do you like this?" he grunted in her ear, his pelvis pounding hers
breathlessly again and again in long hard fucks that seemed to originate right from his
toes, rippling up through his body to the steely hardness of his penis. He felt all
powerful and incredibly virile at that moment as he felt his wife's silky flesh giving in to
his hard-muscled strength.
"You want it harder?" he asked, never once losing a stroke. "You want me to fuck you
harder?" The soft enveloping tightness of Dorthy's throbbing vagina pulsed in silent
answer around him, and it was the only response he needed. With a heavy gasp, he
increased the tempo of his fucking until needle-sharp twinges of lust were stinging his
cum-bloated balls and tormenting his deeply fucking member.
Dorthy's face contorted in a lost glaze of passion, beyond bliss and beyond all
knowledge except the satisfying thrust and hot fullness in her straining pussy. She
could feel every ridge of her husband's turgid cock within her clasping cuntal walls,
could feel its searing heat along every nerve end of her wetly seeping vagina. The
hardness of it tunneled so tightly, so perfectly inside her, and she wished it would
always be there, that she would never be without the heady sensuous feeling of being so
totally stuffed up between her legs with his rigid cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm... yesssssss... ooohhh... Harlan... fuck me hard... hard... like that...
hard... fuck me hard!" Her long naked legs spread out wider in supplication around his
thundering hips as she felt her climax approaching closer... closer... swelling around
her, almost upon her. Heels digging forcefully into the back of her husband's thighs
and fingernails leaving long red welts of passion scarring his back, she leaned into the
release she so desperately sought.
"Uunnggghh... yes... yes... yes, darling oooooohhh... just a little more... ooohhh... I'm
almost there!"
Harlan drove harder into the moaning dark-haired woman beneath him, his strong
muscular body maintaining tight control over the writhing force of aroused femininity
his young wife had become. Straining to thrust his lust-inflated penis as deep as it
would go into her hotly tensing cunt, he scrutinized her lovely desire-twisted features
and listened to the streams of incoherent pleas that poured from her parted lips.
"Harder! Oh Harlan, do it harder... ooohhh... ooohhh... yes... yes... so good... so good...
sssoooooo gggoooddd... now... now... now... I'm cumming... cumming... aaahhh...!"
Harlan's sperm-bloated balls slapped soundly into the uptilted crevice of Dorthy's
wildly gyrating buttocks, as she grunted out the spiraling sensations of relief, fully
enveloped by the crimson wave of her orgasm. She loved the wonderful pounding, the
hardness of her husband's virile loins, and the same incredible sensation of being a
slave to her senses, completely obliterated by lust, of being fucked until she fainted.
Dissolved, exploded into bits by the pure power of sex! Her choked gasps grew more
and more frantic as wave after wave of sensual joy inundated her thirsting loins, and
she felt her belly flooded with the thick wet heat of her husband's semen. It spurted in
a fiery stream against her cervix and triggered another peak and she was climbing
higher still, her head lolling aimlessly from side to side and her mouth gaping open in
her uncontrollable bliss.
"AAAHHHEEE... HARLAN!"
And Harlan groaned above her, feeling the thick waves of his sperm break high up into
his wife's hotly dilated womb, letting the tide of his own satisfaction wash over his
exhausted body and his penis be sucked dry by the voracious spasming of her vagina as
his mind wandered in erotic blackness.
And he collapsed heavily over Dorthy's naked and panting flesh...
And suddenly her thoughts were washed away like smoke in the wind as she heard her
doorbell ringing.
Dorthy jumped, opening her eyes and looking around her, trying to remember what
she had been doing.
She was standing at the head of the stairs. She had become so immersed in the memory
of her first fuck in her new home that she had forgotten all about her chores for the
day. She felt a little disoriented, as though she had been rudely awakened from a very
deep sleep, and as she felt herself starting to sink to the floor, she reached out with her
hand, catching the banister and stopping her downward movement. Her heart was
pounding in her chest as she tried, as sleeping people will do, to hang onto the last
vestiges of her dream.
God! Everything had seemed so real... almost as though her husband had been standing
right there with her, his hands roaming over her body, her heels digging into the
hardness of his ass, his massive cock sawing in and out of her needing vagina.
Again the doorbell rang, and its shrill sound brought her a little closer to reality. She
closed her eyes and shook her head quickly, trying to clear the cob-webs which had
formed. She had a slight headache, having drifted off as she had while just a little
drunk, and as she opened her eyes again, she found that the room was spinning just a
bit.
AND THERE WAS A HEATED WETNESS IN HER LOINS, SOAKING HER THIN NYLON PANTIES!
She glanced at her wrist watch, a present from Harlan, and she saw to her surprise that
the whole reliving of that night had passed through her mind in less than ten seconds...
not very long, really, but time enough for her to become excited.
Still in her daze, she moved slowly, waiting for total consciousness to return to her.
With every step she took back down the stairs, she could feel her cuntal flanges rubbing
against her cum-soaked panties, reminding her that she was sexually aroused.
Damn! Why wasn't Harlan here when she needed him the most?
Again the doorbell rang, letting her know that whoever was there was very impatient.
"I'm coming... I'm coming," she called out, still feeling a little strange. Damn that
itching in her cunt! Something was going to have to be done about that.
As she approached the door, she could see several moving forms through the curtains
over the window. She would have thought that anyone in the town would be at the
football game. Activities like that generally were attended by everyone as a matter of
course.
She opened the door and saw Susan Merrile and her boy-friend, Randy Niven. Dorthy
knew the two of them from her work on the school paper. Susan was one of the writers
for the paper, her job to give the reviews of the current rock-groups that put out those
records neither Dorthy nor Harlan cared for very much.
"Ooohhh... Mrs. Burnett," Susan said breathlessly, as though she was either very
excited, or in a hurry, or both. "I'm so glad you're home. Everyone else is at' the game,
and I thought you might be there too."
Dorthy smiled. She liked Susan. The young blonde coed was the epitome of what an
Eastern college coed should be... fresh-looking, vibrant, eager to please those people
who were her friends. Her thick, luscious blonde hair had been carefully styled to give
her the appearance of a mid-western farmer's daughter, and she wore her clothes so
well. While jeans and faded work-shirts were the style of most college students, Susan
would have none of them. She liked wearing skirts that rested mid-way down her
thighs, her full, firm legs an obvious distraction when she walked about the campus.
And even though she was only nineteen, her breasts were already perfectly developed,
thrusting out from behind her turtle-neck cashmere sweater and making her look as
though she had just stepped right out of a catalogue for college fashions.
And her boy-friend, Randy, was as handsome as Susan was lovely. His close-cropped
hair, as blonde as Susan's, barely covered his ears. His tall frame had all the appearance
of a ski-instructor, something he would become some day. His blue eyes sparkled with
the late afternoon sunlight, and while Dorthy didn't know very much about him, she
wished, slightly, that she was not a married woman. Just being out on a date with him
would be exciting. She could sense a strange and very powerful sensuality rising from
him. Susan and Randy were certainly made for each other, Dorthy thought quickly.
"Nooooo..." the older, dark-haired woman said as she smiled at them, opening the door
for them to come inside. "I really don't care for football all that much. Would you like
to come in?"
"I would, very much, Mrs. Burnett, but I can't," Susan said.
"Please... call me Dorthy," the young wife said in a friendly voice. "Now... why can't
you..."
"The Dead are giving a concert in Providence," Susan said, holding up her hand.
Dorthy looked away from her pretty face and saw, for the first time, that Susan had a
dog with her... a stunningly large German shepherd. She looked up from the dog and
gazed questioningly at Susan's face again. "The Dead?"
"Right. The Grateful Dead. One of the best rock groups around. The concert has been
sold out about four weeks, and I never thought I would be able to go, but their
publicity man must have finally gotten around to sending the newspaper the tickets I
asked him for, and this will give me a chance to go and review the concert and..."
"Hold on... hold on..." Dorthy said laughing. "Now... you and Randy are going to
Providence, right?"
"Right, and we need someone to take care of Shaguth."
"Oooooohhh... well...
"We won't be gone long. A day at the most. Randy has some friends there, and we
might be able to stay the night with them."
Dorthy flushed slightly. She knew that Susan and Randy were lovers. In spite of her
totally innocent appearance, Susan was no stranger to the pleasures of sex. Dorthy
would have given her left arm to be able to have gotten into things like that when she
was in college, now that she knew just what a pleasure sex really was, but...
"And I'm not allowed to have pets of any kind where I live," Randy added. "Otherwise
I would have him stay at my place."
"Well... I don't know. My husband isn't home at the..."
"It's just for a little while. I hate leaving him alone. He's really no trouble. I just hate
the thought of leaving him alone. I've fed him for the day, and I can give you a couple
cans of dog food. All he needs is someone to take him for a walk today and
tomorrow..."
Dorthy thought quickly. She remembered that there was a faculty meeting... well, a
combination meeting and party, later in the day, and she didn't like the idea of having
the huge dog alone in her own home while she and her husband were away for the
evening. God knows what he would do to the furniture.
But Susan wanted so desperately to go to the concert, and Dorthy had noticed, during
her walk a little earlier, that everyone was at the game. Besides, what could happen,
really?
"All right," Dorthy said smiling as she took the leash offered her. "I guess we can take
care of him for the week-end."
"Ooohhh... THANK YOU, DORTHY!" Susan's joy was total and genuine. "I owe you
one."
"Not at all," she said as she watched the two college students hurrying off to Randy's
Fiat. She stood by her open door, feeling just a little like a mother. Susan was such a
nice girl, not at all like the kind of college students you read about in the papers. Even
though she and Randy were sleeping together, Dorthy could see in Susan a great deal of
how she had been like when she and Harlan were in college.
Sitting patiently next to her, Shaguth looked up, smiling as dogs will. After Randy and
Susan drove away, Dorthy looked down at the huge beast.
"Well, there, you," she said in a pleasing tone, "at least I'll have someone to talk to
while Harlan is away for the day."
At the sound of her voice, Shaguth perked up his ears and stood, pressing the side of
his body tightly in against Dorthy's jean-covered legs. Like all dogs, he sniffed here and
there around Dorthy's groin, and the lovely dark-haired woman jumped back as his
nose inched up along her thighs.
"Watch it fellow," she said laughing and flushing at the same time. "Even my husband
isn't allowed to put his nose there. I'm sure not going to let a total stranger like you do
it."
She led him inside her house, once again remembering that she was alone for the rest
of the afternoon. Well, not really alone, she reminded herself. She did have Shaguth.
She unclasped his leash and watched him as he walked into the living room, sensing
somehow, that she would not like to have him climb up onto the couch or chairs. He
sniffed as he walked, getting used to the place where he would be spending the weekend.
Dorthy watched him, part of her mind wondering what she was going to do with him
as she set down the cans of dog food Susan had handed her.
Another part of her mind, though, was dwelling on the sensation that had crept into
her loins while she had been standing at the top of the stairs. She had been
momentarily distracted by Susan coming to the door, but even with Shaguth in the
house, she felt her thoughts drifting once again to that lovely, beautiful first night she
and Harlan had spent in their unfurnished bedroom.
Dorthy sighed. She could picture her husband's cock jutting out from his hairy loins,
throbbing and hard and hot in her hand. She could feel it thrusting up between her
passion-flushed vaginal lips... feel it's hard, rubbery tip pressing against her sensitive
cervix... feel his shooting semen flowing through her cuntal channel and washing away
all her troubles and problems...
And she opened her eyes again, feeling the reality of her cuntal wetness seeping out
from her cunt.
"Damn!" she said, making Shaguth wonder if he had done something wrong. The great
dog looked at her with a touch of fear in his eyes, but she wasn't even looking at him as
he lay in the floor. She was staring off into space, knowing that no matter how hard she
tried, she would never be able to do anything for the rest of the day until she did
something about the sensations her flash-back had brought upon her.
Sighing, she began to walk up the stairs, hoping that Shaguth would behave himself for
the next half hour or so while she was alone in her bedroom...


Chapter 2

Dorthy stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking at the bed as though it was some
sort of torture machine. She almost wanted to cry, but she knew that wouldn't get her
any where. What really bugged her... what really pissed her off was the thought that she
was getting something over with. In the slightly less than two years she had been
married to Harlan, she had come to regard sex as wonderful, pleasurable... something
that she could never get enough of. And while Harlan was willing to indulge her, there
were times, like now, when he just wasn't around. Those times she generally had things
to do with the paper... things that would keep her mind occupied until Harlan could
release the sexual tension that built up inside her.
It was almost a joke, she thought, taking a tentative step into the bedroom, and then
halting again. The strangest things set people off. She had read something in one of the
magazines the paper used for its reference that both men and women can feel sexually
aroused over the slightest things. The article had said that there was nothing wrong
with this... that it was just a normal part of the hectic world many people find
themselves in. When arousal like that is released, the article had gone on to say,
everything was returned to an equilibrium. Husbands and wives can make their spouses
feel very wanted and needed by being around when things build up, but there are times
when people simply do not have another person around. Those were the times when
masturbation, was not only advisable, but necessary.
Dorthy remembered how she had flushed when she had seen the word masturbation in
print. Even when she had thought about the concept, she had managed to avoid that
word in her thoughts.
That had been several weeks ago, and she had managed to accept the word now as part
of her mental vocabulary, though she was certain she would never come right out and
actually say it. She had also thought that while what the article said was true for some
people, it wasn't true for her. She and Harlan led a very full sex life, and therefore, she
had no need to rely on herself for sexual release.
How wrong she was, she thought now. While she had fingered her vagina several times
before she was married, she had been certain that those days were behind her after she
and Harlan began sharing their lives... and their bed.
But now...
Now she knew that there was only one thought on her mind. She had to have release.
Period. There shouldn't be any shame in bowing to the demands of the body. She knew
that sexual release was as natural as breathing and eating. If a person is hungry, that
person eats. If a person is sexually aroused, that person...
Just the thought of having an orgasm made her already wet vagina tingle in
anticipation. Yes, sex was something wonderful to experience, and she wanted those
feelings right now. Hell, she knew that she wouldn't be able to think unless she released
the pent-up emotions she had had all day. Her walk hadn't done any good. Standing at
the top of the stairs certainly hadn't done any good. And now... Now there was only
one thing she could do to relieve the insistent ach rising higher not the way she would
know it now. After she had...
Sighing, she walked to the bed and stretched herself out, feeling better as soon as she
had reconciled herself to the fact that she was going to finger her vagina.
As she laid on the bed. a huge king sized mattress and a far cry from that dirty single
mattress she and her husband had used on their first night in the house, she became
suddenly aware of her body, as though she had never really noticed it before. In a way,
she really hadn't... at least not the way she would know it now. After she had managed
to compose her tormented mind, she lifted her head up and gazed at herself as she lay
in her back. She had to admit it to herself... she really looked good, and the clothes she
was wearing didn't do one thing to hide the face from her eyes. She was especially
aware of her rounded hips and buttocks pressing down against the top coverings of the
bed, her proud globular breasts jutting throbbingly against the button shirt she liked.
She began to smile seductively as her hands, impatient to get started, began to roam
restlessly over the smooth curves of her body as she tried to imagine that they were
Harlan's hands. That wasn't really too hard. In the article she had read about
masturbation, she remembered that people know best what they like, unless they come
right out and tell their love partner. She had done that with Harlan on their wedding
night, and Harlan seemed to go out of his way to please her. She could feel herself
becoming more and more abandoned as she lost her senseless inhibitions in the face of
the mounting demands her body was making on her sex-hungry form, the sharp
tingling sensations down between her tightly clamped thighs searing through her mind.
"Uuuuuummm..." she moaned softly into the empty bedroom, feeling herself becoming
lost in a world of sheer passion where she and she alone was the only person she had to
please. She almost chuckled as thoughts ran wild through her mind. It was nothing
more than a basic sexual frustration that was causing her to do these things to herself.
There was nothing wrong with her. She was certain of that. After all, if a woman
couldn't have an orgasm whenever she wanted, what was the use of being a woman?
After another moment or so, she unbuttoned her shirt and fumbled with the waist band
of her slacks, opening her shirt to expose her breasts to the cool air of her room and
pushing her slacks down and away from the wet, heated slit of her demanding vagina.
"Uuuuuummm!"
Then she brought her hands up to her hips and used the palms of her hands to slide
down the sheer fabric of her nylon panties until they were resting with her slacks in a
band around her trim ankles. On a sudden impulse, she kicked her slacks and panties
off from around her feet. Her left hand began to slide tentatively down her awakening
body, on down the flat plane of her soft-fleshed side and across her satin-skinned
stomach to rub sensuously back and forth over the curling softness of her already wet
pubic hair. She could feel the moistness beginning to flow out from between the lips of
her inflamed pussy onto the insides of her trembling inner thighs, a sticky moisture
that was proof of her arousal... and her own ability to cope with it.
Her slender fingers darted downward then and she groaned softly at the sudden
tantalizing contact of her fingertips with the moist slit between her widely parted thighs
and lifted one leg high, bending it at the knee and dropping it to one side, opening the
vertical slit of her vagina to her delicately probing fingers. Her hand crawled up gently
to the soft hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet inner pinkness
was fully visible to her as she raised her head to watch. Complete surrender to the
burning need of her cunt showed in her hazel eyes as her buttocks moved with her
rising passions, brushing thrillingly against the rough covering of the bed.
Tenderly, experimentally, she probed with the tip of her finger just inside the moistly
glistening hole of her vagina, searching for and finding with the tip of her fingernail the
swollen, sensitive bud of her excitedly quivering clitoris. At the electrical contact, her
breath quickened and the passionate yearning grew hotter in her naked loins.
Slowly, then, she began to worm her middle finger into the throbbing pink hole,
pushing it inside herself until it was completely embedded in the tight smooth
passageway and at the same time flicking at her erect bud-like clitoris with another
finger. She slipped the long slender finger in and out her wide-spread thighs, feeling her
cuntal lubrications wash out to coat and heat her palm. Her thighs quivered and
spasmed uncontrollably as her soft white buttocks rose and fell in response to her
invading finger. Not daring to pause as her excitement mounted, she joined another
finger, and then a third with the first and second, pushing all three desperately into the
moist pink folds of her cunt, widening her swollen vaginal lips as she rotated the
inserted fingers around the sensitive walls of flesh in sensual abandon. Incoherent
images of Harlan skewering her with his long thick cock, fucking into her vagina with
his animal passion, flashed through her mind.
In a frenzy of lust, she jerked her thighs up high against her wildly quivering breasts
and heaved her hips desperately upward to meet each stroke of her probing fingers.
It was not enough!
With tears of frustration in her eyes, she jammed her fingers up further into her
ravenously hungry pussy, every nerve in her enticing, raging body straining toward that
final release, but it was no use. She could already feel the fine edge of her passion
receding, being replaced by a dull throbbing ache of utter disappointment that filled her
entire body.
She wanted to scream out with her need. If only she didn't know what it was like to
have a real cock in her seething, needing vagina. Then she would be able to be satisfied
with her fingers. But the awful truth was that she knew the total joys of a long, hard
penis fucking in and out of her, stretching her vaginal flanges and pressing tightly
against the sensitive ring of her cervix. How could she possibly be satisfied with
anything less than the real thing now.
She lay on the bed, her legs now stretched out and slightly parted, her hands resting
lightly at her hips, tears of frustration beginning to shine in her hazel eyes.
She was so wrapped up in her disappointment that she failed to notice a slight
movement and additional weight on her bed, but suddenly she gasped out loud and a
cold shiver ran through her entire body as she felt something shockingly cold and wet
make delicious contact with the seething slit of her wantonly exposed vagina.
Her startled eyes flew open and she saw the huge German shepherd standing between
her legs, his tail wagging furiously and his body trembling in a strange and unnamable
excitement. His great furry head was thrust forward to the naked plane of her soft, 
hairfringed loins and he was sniffing eagerly there. She tensed as his long pink tongue
sneaked out and licked wetly up and down the damp tingling crevice between her open
thighs.
"Hey! What are you doing on the bed?" Dorthy cried out, trying to make her voice as
stern as she could. But even though she didn't think it was right to have an animal on
her bed, she made no effort to physically remove him. In her present state of sexual
distress, the unexpected sensation of the dog's hot wet tongue and the warm blast of his
animal breath against the inflamed area of her vagina felt so soothing and comforting to
her. She was convinced that Shaguth was merely licking her there as dogs will lick
people they like. He probably just felt lonely, having been left at a strange house by his
master and decided that he would wander around the house. It felt strangely good,
having his snoot so close to her pussy and she quickly decided that she would just lay
there and enjoy these seemingly innocent ministrations until she was calmed down
enough to continue the activities she had set for herself.
Dorthy gratefully felt her taut muscles relaxing as the German Shepherd dipped his
probing muzzle into the excited valley between her cream-white thighs. A pink flush of
pleasure rose to her face as his soft crimson tongue ran teasingly along the full length of
her narrow moist slit again and again, flicking hungrily between her trembling open
thighs. It was such a wonder change from the hard pounding of her own fingers into
her and she found that her mind was starting to drift aimlessly in the gentle currents of
pleasure that rose from her displayed loins.
Suddenly the dog's salivating tongue darted deep inside her steaming vaginal passage,
spreading apart the brunette's wispy down-lined cuntal lips like a hot knife slicing
through butter. She jerked spasmodically at the strange new sensation and an uncertain
moan tumbled from her ovaled lips. She had never felt anything like this before. The
only time Harlan had moved his face close enough to her vaginal split, she had held his
head away from there. She lifted her head and watched in mounting amazement and
lust as Shaguth renewed his efforts, lapping and sniffling at her tingling rose-hued
pussy.
The effect was totally encompassing. All her will to prevent this strange happening left
her, being replaced with the most satisfying passionate feelings she had ever
experienced. She couldn't discard the strangely exciting idea that the animal seemed to
know exactly what he was doing to her. It was crazy. She had never heard of anything
like this, but bit by bit the pieces were falling into place. Shaguth was acting with just a
little too much deliberation and determination for this to be merely a show of
affection...
And something began to happen inside the naked body of the young brown-haired
woman... something beautiful and totally unexpected. As the huge dog's probing tongue
shot up again through her passion-flushed pussy lips into the moist channel of her
stretching vagina like a squirming lizard, tiny chills of wild excitement began to flutter
all along her spine from the highly stimulating act of the dog's feverishly sluicing
tongue. Unbelievable wild electric sensations bloomed inside her loins, and she found
herself responding, her flaring hips digging back up at the animal, quivering of their
own volition. She felt as though she must be losing her mind. This was the strangest
thing she had ever done in her life, but there was no denying the fact that she loved the
sensations being engendered in her demanding, frustrated cunt. It felt so good... better
than when she had fingered her pussy before she was married...
AND YES... BETTER THAN HAVING THE HARD, HEAVY SHAFT OF HER HUSBAND SAWING IN AND OUT OF HER!
With a deep husky groan, she pulled her legs as high as she could against her heaving
chest, pressing her quivering breasts almost flat, and then pulled Shaguth's nose
forward, tighter against her cuntal lips, throbbing and swollen with the lust the great
beast was bringing her. His long slavering tongue thrust up deeper into the moist
passageway like a soft velvet whiplash, ravishing her upthrust loins without pause.
Babbling incoherent murmurs began to stream from Dorthy's soft lips, suddenly
pleading and encouraging the animal slobbering wildly between her writhing upturned
buttocks. Within her naked, writhing loins there was building an insane pressure that
could only mean one thing... real ecstatic release!
Oh God! what was happening to her? Why was she allowing this to continue?
She thought of the answer as soon as she asked herself the question. She was allowing it
to continue because she liked the way it felt. She loved what Shaguth was doing to her,
and she liked the way her body was responding. All rationale was washed away from
her mind as the beast's mouth opened and locked solidly on her wet, dilating pussy,
lapping away the final reserves of her resistance to this strange and foreign act.
Dorthy began to pray inwardly that the magnificent animal between her wide-spread
thighs would lick her quickly to the completion she so desperately wanted, would
quench the flames of mounting passion that were raging through her throbbing wet
cunt. There was no thought of right or wrong in her mind now. If something felt good
to her, then that something had to be right, and there was no doubt that what the huge
German shepherd was doing to her felt good... very good.
Nothing was real to her but the teasing, burning sensations that flowered throughout
her wetly ravaged loins. She labored on, gasping for air, and began to moan ceaselessly
as she pressed her naked vulnerable loins outward, trying to make firmer' contact with
the wet swollen lips of her lusting cunt against the passion-inciting hotness of the dog's
drooling mouth and red, searing tongue.
The huge German shepherd slaved over her lust-saturated loins, lapping and tongue
fucking between the fluted pink edges of her throbbing pussy and she felt the long
awaited climax approaching, building with an almost paralyzing force in her squirming
belly and in every nerve.
In the next moment, the dam of her passion spilled over the edge. Dorthy felt as
though she were losing her insides as the sticky hot fluid of her orgasm welled up deep
in her belly and gushed out suddenly around the dog's thrusting tongue and into his
open mouth. She could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her clenched buttocks,
around Shaguth's sharp-toothed jowls nudging against her brown-ringed anus and then
down to the mattress coverings. She gave one last gasp and her legs dropped lifelessly
like heavy weights of lead on each side of the dog's hairy body.
She couldn't move. It felt as though the world had ended and she had been consumed
in the apocalyptic fire. She, was stretched out on the bed, completely immobile now,
her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag doll as the dog whined softly between
her legs. It was all she could do not to actually thank the great German shepherd for his
skillful ministrations, the most wonderful experience she could remember in her entire
life.
Gradually as the golden glow of her soul-searing orgasm began to fade from her body,
the stunning woman began to think quickly.
God! What she wouldn't do to have another orgasm like that. The thought that she
might not began to fill her with a dreadful sense of loss, like trying to fuck herself with
her fingers and realizing that they were not enough, she began to think that having
Harlan's long, thick, hot penis in her vagina would not be enough any more... not now,
since she knew what pleasures Shaguth could bring her.
And she would have to give him up!
Susan would be coming back in a day or so, and would want her dog back.
A myriad of thoughts rushed through the young wife's mind. Surely Susan had to know
of Shaguth's talents. The pretty young blonde college coed couldn't have been living
with the dog for very long before she found out. And even though Susan had entrusted
her with her pet, Susan probably didn't think that Dorthy would learn about him.
Yet there might be hope. There might be something of a ray of light piercing through
the blackness. Susan and Dorthy liked each other well enough. Maybe it was time for
them to become even closer. Surely if Dorthy acted as though she didn't know about
Shaguth's talents, Susan wouldn't suspect anything. Dorthy could take the dog for long,
extended walks to secluded places, and she would have him lick her to orgasm again
and again. It would be wonderful. She could have the animal lover any time she
wanted, and she was certain that she would have him often. The last thing she wanted
to have Susan know was that she, Dorthy, was well aware of Shaguth's amazing talents,
but the young brown-haired wife was certain that if she played her hand right, Susan
wouldn't suspect a thing.
Harlan was another matter. She wondered how her feelings toward her husband would
be affected by the dog. As she picked her satiated body off the bed and hugged the huge
neck of the dog that had brought her so much pleasure, she was certain that Harlan, no
matter how hard he tried, would never be able to please her any more. She would
naturally try and hide that fact from him. She didn't want to lose her marriage. Harlan
was so good to her in so many different ways. But in bed, when his hands began
running over her naked body, bringing her to that peak of sexual passion, she was
certain that her mind would not be on him, but on the dog, the great animal who was
lapping her face in a friendly manner, causing her to laugh with more heart-felt
happiness than she could ever remember feeling.


Chapter 3

The concert had been a smashing success. Some ten thousand people had been jammed
into a college football stadium, and the smell of pot had been everywhere. Susan and
Randy, after they had gotten to Providence, decided that they wouldn't bother trying to
find their friends in the screaming excited mass of people. There would be time for
looking later.
As usual at a Grateful Dead concert, the group played for hours, and when it was all
over, Randy and Susan, like the rest of the ten thousand, could hardly believe that so
much time had gone by. They were alternately pushed and pulled out of the emptying
stadium by young men and women anxious to get to their cars and return home. The
traffic jam was unbelievable, and it was well after nine in the evening by the time Randy
and Susan got to Randy's friend's house.
They found that the promised party there was already in full swing, and even though
the two college students had smoked more than their share of pot at the concert, they
were not prone to pass up the endless stream of joints and water pipes presented to
them by their friends.
Loud music, lots of pot, a seemingly endless river of hard drinks... everything added to
the general commotion of the huge house where the party was held. Randy hadn't seen
his friends in a long time, and most of his evening was spent away from Susan while he
and his friends caught up on each other's lives. Randy received a goodly number of
compliments on his choice of girl-friends. Occasionally he would glance over to see how
Susan was doing, and he was pleased to see that she was the center of attraction in her
little section of the room. Lots of men were hovering around her, their faces inching
forward as though they could pick her up and take her home with them.
Randy had to. chuckle. Susan was hardly a virgin, but she was definitely a one-man-ata-time 
girl. As long as Randy's thick, long cock made her happy, she would not even
think of letting another man fuck her. Still, she seemed to enjoy keeping as many boys
as she could on the string. She smiled and winked and laughed in what could only be
called a seductive manner, and seemed to take a great delight in the fallen expressions
on the faces of several good-looking men who would move close enough to kiss her,
and then find that she had shifted her head to one side, causing them to fall forward
with their lips comically pressing against empty air. She was certainly using her
naturally good looks to her best advantage as well, arching her back to thrust her full,
generous breasts outward, offering anyone who wanted to look at her ripe young body
an eye-pleasing view. He loved the way she crossed her legs at her trim ankles, causing
her skirt to rise up well beyond the middle of her creamy, soft-looking thighs, where
the hem generally rested. A good portion of her well-rounded legs were thus presented,
and as Randy glanced at her throughout the evening, he could feel his cock spasm
several times in his pants. Inwardly, he was laughing as hard as he could, knowing that
his cock, and his cock alone was going to reap the benefits of Susan's lush, supple form.
Bit by bit, the crowd that had gathered at the house began dissipating, several of the
boys making sure that Susan had their phone numbers "Just in case you change your
mind."
Susan politely, teasingly, told them that she wouldn't forget, and then punctuated her
words with a seemingly knowing little wink.
Damn, but she really knew how to play the game. Randy knew he had been lucky to
latch onto her while she was between men. He would hate to be lead on like that.
At a little after one in the morning, Randy's friend, Cliff Martin, his girl-friend, Denise
Roget, Randy and Susan suddenly discovered that they were the only four people left in
the house. "Well, Randy ol' friend," Cliff said in his very slurred voice, evidence of all
he had been drinking and smoking, "What say you and I take care of the women?"
"Are you telling me that you're winding down?" Randy asked, raising his left eye-brow,
finishing his drink.
"You better believe it," Cliff said, shaking his head to get his shoulder-length brown
hair away from his eyes. "I've been looking at that sexy cunt you brought with you, and
let me tell you, just seeing her operate fills my balls with enough cum to float a battle
ship. I'm gonna fuck Denise so hard she won't know which end is up, and I'm gonna
do it now."
At the mention of her voice, Denise, a short, thin red-head ended her conversation with
Susan and looked at Cliff.
"Are you boys talking about us?" She asked, her pink tongue moistening her luscious
lips.
"You better believe it, woman," Cliff said, the liquor he had consumed making him
more boisterous than he usually was. "I want you to take my cock for a ride... NOW!"
Denise gave a low throaty chuckle and inched her body to his lap, taking his hand that
was not holding his drink and placing it tightly against her jean covered pussy. "Are
you telling me that you want to have that big penis of yours right here?" she asked,
moving his hand around the juncture of her thighs.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. And I'll bet that Randy wants his cock taken care
of as well."
"Is that true, love?" Susan asked as she walked across the room and stood next to
Randy, running her fingers lightly through his blonde hair. "Would you like me to take
care of that huge cock of yours?"
"Fucker."
"Suppose the two of you take your lascivious ways into the spare bedroom," Cliff
suggested, talking to Susan and Randy, but looking deeply into Denise's pale blue eyes.
"I assume the two of you made plans to stay here overnight anyway."
Randy gave a low throaty chuckle as he stood just a little too quickly, forcing the blood
to rush to his head and making him weave dizzily.
"Come on, buster," Susan said, taking his hand and pulling him toward the bedroom.
"All those creeps trying to touch my breasts really got me hot. Suppose you do
something about it."
They left the littered, cluttered living room and entered the utter silence of the spare
room. After closing the door, Randy and Susan felt as though they had entered another
world. The activities of the day had really left them exhausted, and they thought they
had talked everything through. At least Susan did. She was already busy taking off her
clothes, feeling a great relief as her breasts spilled out from their confinement.
Randy watched her for a moment, feeling his cock getting hard, but there was
something on his mind... something that he and Susan hadn't talked about. It wasn't
important, really, but in his alcohol and pot fogged mind, the vision of Dorthy Burnett
taking Susan's dog for the week-end formed with amazing clarity, and would not leave.
"Tell me something, lover," he said, his eyes fixing on the generous swell of Susan's
naked breasts. "What do you think about Shaguth and the Burnett woman?"
"Are you kidding?" Susan asked, shock plain in her voice. "How can you even think of
her now?"
"Just wondering love. Do you think she found out about him?"
The half-naked blonde heaved a weighty sigh. When she wanted to fuck, she wanted to
fuck, not talk.
"Maybe, I don't know. And I don't really care all that much either. I doubt it, though,
Dorthy is kinda straight. She probably just fed him and took him out for a walk."
"He can get pretty insistent at times," Randy mused. He remembered the first time
Susan had told him about her dog. He hadn't believed a word of it, so Susan
demonstrated his talents right in front of Randy, letting him watch as Shaguth licked
her sweet pussy, and then mounted her from behind. Randy had been a little shocked,
mostly because it wasn't something he saw every day. But he had been aroused as hell,
watching the naked blonde girl take the entire length of Shaguth's long, red tapered
cock up into her seething vaginal hole, so he accepted the action, as long as Susan took
care of his penis as well. Which she had, and damn fine, too. While she was being
fucked by her dog, she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of Randy's cock as
she could, getting it from both ends at the same time.
"For Christ's sake," Susan demanded. "Forget about Dorthy. The last thing I want to do
is talk about her."
She looked without expression at her tall, handsome boyfriend, and then her lips parted
into a teasing, seductive smile... the one she had been practicing all evening.
This time, though, Randy knew she was going to come through with the promise of
sensual pleasure that dripped from every pore of her flawless skin. She gave a chuckle
again as she saw the bulge in Randy's pants becoming larger and larger, and she
watched his increasingly excited face beam with happiness as she slithered out of her
jeans.
"Suppose you come over here and take care of me," she whispered in a seductive tone.
"Forget about Dorthy and Shaguth. Why think about them when you have the real
thing waiting for you?"
Randy smiled as he bit on his lower lip, and then took the several steps to bring him to
Susan. Susan closed her eyes and moaned out her mounting excitement as she felt his
large, hot hand sliding with unbelievable tenderness along the smooth white flesh of
her satiny inner thighs. She trembled beneath its touch as it moved ever upward to her
gold-fringed loins where it brushed tantalizingly and pressed skillfully against the fleshy
lips of her sensitive vagina, causing another moan to escape her.
"You like?" Randy asked, the tone of his voice changing into something that was more
controlled, more forceful now. "You like me touching you like this?"
Susan knew better than to say anything. She loved the way Randy made love to her.
She was never certain what he was going to do, and she knew that all she had to do was
just follow his lead, and she would be happy. She stood there as Randy continued to
touch her lightly between her legs, his fingers weaving lightly through the yellow jungle
of her cuntal mound, as though he was lost in thought, wondering just what he was
going to do to her tonight.
While the young blonde man lightly caressed her soft, already moist vaginal down, he
gazed with a rapt interest at her rounded mounds of soft, resilient flesh, her full breasts
standing proud and firmly erect, their small pinkish nipples hardening from his
practiced manipulations.
"There... That's better, isn't it?" he soothed, pressing her shoulders back so that she was
now sitting on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head for a closer look at the thin
ribbon of flesh running the full length of her wantonly exposed loins, separating the
flushed, hair-lined lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her lush
buttocks. He clicked his tongue at the lust-inciting spectacle. He had fucked more than
his share of women, but none of them were as perfect-looking as Susan. She was like
every man's dream come-true. She always looked as though she had just stepped from
the centerfold of a magazine, and she was proud of that. She was living proof against all
those men who say that the women in the magazines don't really exist.
All the pot he had smoked, plus the sight and closeness of his lovely, naked girl-friend,
was really making Randy's cock hard. He could feel the blood pounding almost
painfully into its expanded, bulbous head and the thick wet drops of seminal fluid
already seeping from the sensitive glans at its tip, smearing hotly against his thigh.
Sexy little cunt, he thought to himself. She was teasing him just by sitting like that,
knowing that she was driving his mind and cock up a wall. Well... he was really going
to put it to her tonight. Generally, she was wild, though silent, but tonight, she was
going to really beg him for his cock. He'd show her that two people can play at that
teasing game, and that he was as good at it as she was.
He ran through several things in his mind, and finally decided on his approach. The
mere thought of what he was going to do alone was enough to cause his pantsimprisoned 
cock to begin a rhythmically throbbing ache, and he was forced to open his
fly to relieve the pressure. Then he gently pushed her down on the bed until she was
prone laying on her back and looking up at him, waiting for him to do what ever it was
he was going to do. He smiled down at her, looking over her lush nakedness for a long,
lingering moment seeing that her patience was running thin. Just being naked like this
in front of him was really turning her on, and she wanted him to do something.
He bent down to the bed and inserted his thumbs between her thighs, touching their
tips to her passion-flushed vaginal flanges and teasingly spread the vertical crevice until
its moist pinkness flowered open to him, and he panted lustfully at its sparkling, jewel
like delicacy. He felt her soft, warm inner thighs quiver uncontrollably against the backs
of his hot, brushing hands, and heard her breath hitch deep down in her throat,
followed by a choking moan, letting him know that he was making her more aroused
than ever... and therefore more impatient.
It was true. Susan was never sure from one night to the next what Randy was going to
do to her. The only thing she did know was that he never failed to satisfy her. His
massive cock was second to none, and while she could be known to go through men
like a bullet goes through tissue paper, she was determined that she was going to hang
onto this one for a long, long time. Even now, though she still wasn't sure what he had
in mind, she could feel a wave of mounting desire wash through her. She liked to be
the aggressor generally, but Randy had moved just a little too fast for her tonight, and
she decided that she would just let him have a free hand with her eager, willing body.
Tiny electric-like shocks of intensive arousal began to ripple along the satiny white flesh
of her thighs, and again she squirmed her full, rounded buttocks down into the softness
of the bed, her moans and whimpers of kindled passion the only sounds in the room.
His fingers were lovingly, skillfully taunting the ever moistening crevice of her cunt,
and she loved it.
Knowingly, Randy Niven leaned closer into the wide-spread "V" of her naked white
loins, and with the tip of his thick, wet tongue sliced hotly through the softly fringing
curl enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. Then, grinning triumphantly between her open
pussy lips, he felt the erotic shock of his hot moist contact surge convulsively through
her.
"Oooooohhh... uuuuuummm..." she moaned, long and low as she raised her head to
stare down between her full nipple-hardened breasts so that she could better watch the
licentiously inciting scene of his handsome face buried in the building wet heat of her
sensuously fired loins.
His twinkling blue eyes looked up over the silken curls of her pubic mound to grin
mockingly at her. So she thought that her dog was the only male that knew how to lick
a cunt, did she? Well... she has a thrill coming... a real thrill.
"Aaaaaahhh..." she unrestrainedly gasped again, twitching and writhing as his hot, wet
lips closed over the golden blonde curls there at the base of her quaking, soft belly to
suck and nibble teasingly while she watched in ever-pyramiding desire. She saw his face
disappear once more further down into the dampened furrow between her trembling
thighs which he was raising upward and pressing back relentlessly toward her fully
rounded breasts, while he planted sizzling kisses on the thin pink ribbon of her wet
cuntal flesh, his tongue flicking with skillful stabs at the now palpitating opening.
Shaguth might be pretty good, he thought quickly, vaguely, but even though she
trained him to fuck her, he had a few tricks up his sleeve that no dog would be able to
copy.
Susan gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his skillful, incessant assault,
her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head tossing from side to side in her
desperate attempt to try and keep at least a little reason against the overwhelming
passion consuming her. She knew it was useless, but she tried none the less.
Randy's experienced lips sucked wetly, drawing the soft, warm folds of raw cuntal flesh
into the cavern of his gently nibbling mouth, while his hot thick tongue continued his
maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her now flowered-open pussy.
GOD! She couldn't fight it! She had known all along that she would never be able to
fight it. She could feel her body melting in the seething heat of her ever-mounting
passion. She loved having Randy's tongue up into her cunt like this. It had been a long
time since a human male had licked and sucked at her cunt. When she trained Shaguth
to do this, she was certain that she had solved all her worries of sexual release. Besides,
Randy and the other men who had fucked her preferred to do other things. But now...
oooooohhh... she had been missing out on so much!
She sensed the hot gushes of Randy's breath graze her sensitively inflamed genitals and
she couldn't keep from moaning aloud in a gasping tempo. Again she raised her head,
catching her breath as she heard him grunt lustfully, then felt the full length of his long
hot tongue thrust wetly up into the palpitating, clasping velvety sheath of her vagina.
"Aaaaaahhh... oooooohhh..." she moaned, her voice sounding distant to her, her body
responding automatically as it jerked with spasmodic lurches each and every time his
tongue slithered in and out of her moistly clutching pussy in beast-like fury.
Randy slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair brushing his cheeks with
a lust taunting delight. He'd show her. Shaguth might be all right, but he knew, and
with more than mere instincts, what turned women on. He had been born with the
knowledge, he was certain, and he had practiced over and over again. This might be the
first time he was sucking at Susan's sweet-tasting pussy. But there had been others
before her, and he was pretty certain that there would be others after her.
But he put those thoughts out of his mind and concentrated his attention on the task
he had set before himself. He had completely opened the front of his pants, pushing
them down along with his shorts, and now he slowly stroked the heavy foreskin of his
long, thickly hardened cock back and forth over its blood-engorged head while he
continued to spear his hot, flicking tongue deep into Susan's searing cuntal channel. He
smoothed his big hands up over her satin-skinned, flat belly to the resilient, desire
swollen flesh of her full, warmly throbbing breasts, pinching and rolling the pebble
hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, cupping and squeezing the white,
yielding mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the widespread
crevice between her quivering thighs. He'd like to see her damn dog try something like
that!
Salacious, wet sucking sounds filled the room now, and her groans of building rapture
drove his rapacious tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down between
the now throbbing, pulsing lips of her wildly palpitating cunt, yeah... she was learning
all right. As it was with the men she knew, her dog was not the be – all and end – all
of cunt-licking. There was no doubt about it. He'd seen her beneath the deeply slicing
tongue of Shaguth, and he could tell that she was more aroused now than she had ever
been with him. She was getting it, and she was getting it good. The images of the men
who had been at the party, trying to pick her up, their efforts in vain, passed through
his mind. He was their avenging angel. He was getting back at her for them. He was
turning her self-assured, cocky mind into a writhing, spinning mass of tangled
thoughts. She might be able to control her cunt around a man's penis... try to make
him cum before she did in a strange desire to subdue the men she slept with, but she
couldn't control his tongue. He could suck her like this all night and never cum once.
This was how he could wear her down, and he was loving the new power he had found
over her.
She was as hot as she had ever been, and she was getting hotter by the moment. She
was only minutes away from begging him for his cock. He couldn't help but gloating as
suddenly her small, soft hands began toying around his head, her long fingers running
caressingly through his hair while moans unceasingly emitted from her. Finally she was
clutching, the moans tumbling from her petulant lips in a rhythmic chant, her beautiful
head flailing from side to side... until finally her soft little hands were trying to guide his
hotly working mouth to the small nibbling hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his
wet lips to her desire-moistened vaginal mouth, plunging his stiffened lingual member
once more up into the raw, velvety-smooth flesh and then quickly withdrawing it to
tantalize the ragged, hair-lined edges of her flushed pussy lips.
She cried out in her lust-infused passion, wildly writhing her smoothly rounded hips
and ovaled buttocks beneath his salacious oral fucking. Again and again he thrust his
stiffened, cock-like tongue wetly up into her seething sluice. His hot, moist lips were
glued to the clasping, viscous opening, bringing a continual series of guttural groans
from the voluptuously naked girl whose warm, full thighs were closing spasmodically
around both sides of his almost submerged head.
Randy could feel the sleek, rubbery cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long, extended
tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of her dilated vagina opened and closed in an
unmistakable hungry sucking action, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper
into it. Shit! It seemed that her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a
separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and devour it. Her heels
began to push down against the muscles of his back, pressing his big, powerful body
into the hot, quivering flesh trap between her widely spread thighs. His nose was tight
against her tiny quivering clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the arousing,
poignant aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Damn! The headiness of it was driving
his throbbing cock into an impossible hardness, a blood-filled erection that was
beginning to ache with the agony of an exposed tooth nerve. He had to do something
with it soon or his balls were going to blow apart!
Susan's voluptuously naked young body was completely swept up in the breathtaking,
sensual passion overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in a spinning vortex of intense
desire, realizing that she had lost all mental and physical control over her actions.
Nothing made any sense to her. She would never have dreamed that a man fucking her
with his thick wet tongue could be this wonderful. She had been too long without a
man licking and sucking her blonde-fringed cunt. Shaguth was fine. His cunt-licking
was as perfect as could be, but this...
This was so total. Randy was running his hands over her body, pinching and squeezing
her nipples as his mouth pressed tightly against her seething pussy. His tongue moved
in and out of her desperately churning vaginal passage with deliberation, and not
merely trained skill. He would do something for a little while, and then move his
tongue just a little bit to tease and taunt another part of her aching, twitching vagina.
The maddeningly delicious sensations his hot wet tongue were bringing her were
causing a river of cuntal lubrication to flow from between her wide-stretched pussy lips.
Every muscle of her erotically fired being was tensed as she strained her soft, white hips
and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unhidden wantonness toward the earthshattering 
ecstasy he was building between her willingly splayed thighs.
Her long, drawn-up legs opened and closed around the lasciviously working mouth,
trying to control somehow his ravenous, pleasure-bringing tongue that was licking and
spiraling into her passion-seared cuntal channel. The cords of her neck stood out in
strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head frantically, splaying her curvaceously
shaped limbs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him the deepest access into her
seething hole.
She wanted to be his... totally, utterly his. She was offering him her body, letting him
know that he was bringing her more pleasure than Shaguth ever did. She had never
known that Randy had such a skill with his mouth. He had never tried to lick her cunt
before. She wouldn't have stopped him if he had tried, of course, but he seemed to
prefer more straight things, like fucking her from behind or driving his penis deep into
the tightly clasping hole of her rectum.
But this!!!
This was wonderful!!!!!
"Oh GOD!" she whimpered, her thought-train severed as he slipped his big hands
beneath her quivering, white buttocks and pulled them up to him with possessive
authority. They trembled and spasmed of their own volition beneath his plunging hot
tongue, sending wild erotic charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through her
insanely aroused body.
And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue flick from her wildly tingling vagina
downward along the smooth, hairless crevice between the ovaled spheres of her fully
rounded ass cheeks toward the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively, she
stiffened, moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact of his burning tongue
with her sensitive little anal lips. She closed her eyes in steeped passion at the licentious
fermentations the additional action brought to her already overwhelmingly excited
young flesh. Oh God! It was too much... TOO MUCH! she sensually reasoned, rolling
her naked, rounded hips and trying to screw her excited rectum back onto his stiffly
probing tongue. She had to do something for him. She had to have his cock in her
body. She was more desperate for his penis now than she had ever been. She had to
have his cock in her to lei him know that she loved what he was doing to her
"Oh God! God! Turn around, lover... turn around quick, so I can have your cock! I
want to suck it lover! Please., hurry!" she pleaded salaciously.
Those were the very words Randy had been waiting to hear, and they bolted through
him like a charge of electricity. He chuckled to himself, knowing that he had won, and
without hesitation, knelt up and tore the clothes from his massive frame, while she lay
there with half-closed eyes in her voluptuous nakedness, tossing her head as little mewls
and whimpers erupted from her slender white throat in sensual anticipation.
His cock jerked and throbbed insanely as he eagerly turned around on all fours above
her, then buried his face in her lust-dampened, hair-fringed loins once more. As his hot,
wet tongue lashed out to lave through the moist velvety flesh between her blood
swollen cunt lips, Randy felt her small hands and fingers curling around the throbbing
hardness of his long thick cock that he knew was hanging down like a stallion's
between his heavy thighs, and he grunted out his guttural delight, thrusting his
stiffened tongue deeply up into her clasping cunt channel once more.
The deep, wet reinvasion only served to personify what Susan had come to know this
night. Randy was the most fulfilling lover she had ever known. She would never have
thought possible that a human could lick and suck her cunt like this, She had thought
that only Shaguth could do things like this to her. Well... she was going to show Randy
that she had had a change of heart.
Even as the fantastic sensations of erotic rapture immediately began to churn madly
again within her naked body, the actual sight and feel of his huge, hard cock in her tiny
hand nearly frightened her. She could see that his cunt sucking had aroused him as
much as it had aroused her. Having his mouth tightly against her desire-drenched pussy
had made his penis expand more than it had ever expanded before. Dear God! She had
never seen it look so large! Her slender fingers could barely wrap around it, and his
heavy, sperm-bloated balls encased in their blonde-haired sac hanging down above her
face were a bull-like phenomenon in themselves. They had to be really loaded with cum
to be looking like this, she thought with the last vestiges of her reason. The very
hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a loving warmth inside her and she
raised her head excitedly. With mouth ovaled wide, she let her moistened lips slip
warmly over the sheathed cock-head, while she held to its heavy base with both thumbs
and forefingers to pull back the thick foreskin, then tried anxiously to take more than
she was capable of into her salivating mouth.
In her unbridled desire, she sucked it so deeply into the hot wet cavity that it nearly
choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began to
feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft sensitive underside, feeling it throb and
pulse to her oral touch and ardently tasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal fluid.
While her tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and deliciously caressed
his heavy, cum-inflated balls with loving affection, tiny explosions of scintillating lust
bursting in her sensuously blinded brain, and he began to move up and down... gently
in and out of her mouth with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious rhythm to his
own lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply in her wet, searing cunt.
Oh god! Oh God! This was wonderful, she thought. This was wonderful. She would
have to have him do this to her all the time. Even Shaguth, in all his skill, couldn't do
this to her. She felt as though she were entering a whole new world of pleasure, one
that for some reason had escaped her. Perhaps it was just the difference of having a
man do this to her instead of her pet. Perhaps Shaguth had been but a phase in her life
that she was now passed. What ever the reason, she could tell that she and Randy were
about to embark on a whole new adventure in life.
These thoughts flashed in Susan's lust-crazed mind, intermittently as she sucked with
fury and passion at his hardened rod of white-hot flesh, its smooth rubbery head
brushing at her palate, while Randy, with loud wet sucking sounds, worked hungrily at
her impassioned, naked loins, his big hands beneath and clutching the resiliency white
rounded cheeks of her writhing ass, his hot tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into
her moist, wantonly accepting pussy.
Then another new sensation of lust registered in her desire-incited brain! She felt his
long thick finger suddenly working at the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus!
Her breath quickened and she momentarily forgot all else. She sensed the finger
stiffening... abruptly, pushing into the snugly resisting mouth with a quick, unpainful
challenge, and the long invader slid right up the warm, spongy confines of her rectal
passage like another cock, all the way to the palm of his big, cupping hand against the
rounded, yielding spheres of her wide-spread, white buttocks.
"Aaaggghhh... she grunted around his expanding hard cock in her sucking mouth, but
in ecstasy and delightful sweet pain as her lips and tongued for a moment in their
swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her tightly clenched asshole causing an
immediate twinge of orgasm to start building in her soft belly and fervid loins. She felt
his mouth fixed against the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her sensuously inflamed
cunt his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the moistened, sensitive-fleshed
walls in lust-spiraling cadence to his long thick finger fucking deeply into her openly
presented asshole. Frantically, she began to nurse and suck the hot hard thickness of his
huge cock with all her strength, her cheeks hollowing and swelling as her soft white
belly rose and fell hungrily while she pulled at him.
God how she wanted him to cum when she did. He had to, she thought passionately...
desperately. Him squirting his thick, hot semen into her mouth while at the same time
she flooded his tightly pressed face with the heated wetness of her own orgasmic fluids.
The two of them exploding at the same time, washing each other with the juices of
their combined lust!
But he would have to hurry, she sensually reasoned, her lips clasping tightly around the
throbbing hardness of his pulsating cock, the blood-filled tip pressing demandingly
against the back of her throat.
And at that very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion-inflamed young loins,
she could feel the beginnings of that release she so desperately wanted. She squeezed
with enslaved affection at his sperm-filled testicles above her face, then raked her nails
with inbred knowledge beneath them as she strained to her own heatedly rising climax.
Randy Niven was well aware that the lovely young woman writhing and moaning
beneath him was going to cum. Every twitch she made telegraphed the event to his
passion-controlled brain. Were he not so busy at the moment, he would have smiled. So
she thought that Shaguth was one hell of a lover, did she? Well, she was getting a lessen
that was long over-due. He was showing her that he was every bit as good as that dog
of hers... and then some. And she was showing him that she was learning that lessen.
Shit... The way she was sucking his hot hard cock while he tongued and nibbled at her
vagina was enough to make him blow his mind. Fuck it. She was going to cum all
right... and then again and again and again until she couldn't tell day for night or up
from down.
Susan half-screamed. She couldn't do anything more, not with the massive cock she had
in her mouth. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat. The
overwhelming explosion inside her caused her entire voluptuous naked body to shudder
as though she were going through an epileptic fit, quivering and twitching
enrapturously. Her mind played no part. She was mentally swept away in its
thunderous cataclysm... and then a second time... and a third. GOD! SHE WAS
CUMMING AGAIN. AND THEN A FOURTH TIME.
Randy's magnificent tongue played skillfully around the outer perimeter of her tiny,
palpitating clitoris taunting her to climax after climax, and she never wanted him to
stop!
Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off her lover's huge cock and cried: "Oh Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck! Keep licking my cunt. I'm cumming and cumming and cumming... I love it. I
love it! please squirt... squirt your hot cum into my mouth so I can taste and swallow it!
Ooooohhhh... don't stop. Keep licking... while I suck you off!"
Randy felt her warm, wet mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness once again. Her
desperate plea was just too much for him. He felt the sperm building so hotly down in
his balls rumble and ferment at the wantonness of her words. Damn. He wished it
could go on and on, just like she wanted, but at least he had one consolation. This was
just the beginning of a new relationship with her. No longer was he going to have to
play second to that dog of hers. If he knew anything about her at all, it was that she
always kept the best around, and got rid of the rest as mere dead weight. That meant
that Dorthy Burnett would more than likely keep Shaguth. And Randy knew that he
and Susan would be making up for a lot of lost time.
Susan had no concept of space, time or reality. Her series of climaxes totally swept away
her reason... and she was cumming again! Ooohhh... Good God! Her body felt as
though it was drifting on a cloud, being carried away to some far and distant land. Her
wet, seething cunt seemed totally detached from her mind and body, acting with a lust
of its own. She was certain that she could cum a million times...
But then she felt her lover's loins jerking above her, the massive rubbery head of his
cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth... and suddenly, it came!
She wasn't quite ready when with a flooding burst his hot thick semen shot into her
mouth and rushed against the back of her throat in wild, powerful waves. His sperm
seemed to pour into her mouth like boiling water from a fire hose, filling her with the
sweetness of his male-tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own
nakedly lurching hips and loins as her next climax erupted in a wild explosion of
blinding bliss. Again and again Randy spewed his virile jets of thick, scalding cum into
her throat, and she groaned while she continued to swallow and suck with a fiendish
passion, her adam's apple bobbing desperately, frothy remnants bubbling out around
her tightly locked lips as she swallowed and swallowed the nectar squirting from his
long, thick cock into her mouth...
Finally, she heard her lover groan above her, and she felt with a mounting
disappointment, his cock becoming softer and softer in her mouth. Even though she
knew that he had emptied his balls into her, she continued sucking and licking, hoping
for a miracle to happen.
But it was no use. He was through, and she was just too exhausted from her own
seemingly endless cumming to continue as well. She felt his powerful body slump down
in the bed, and she opened her mouth to let his cock, large even when limp, to slip
from her sperm-filled mouth.
Almost immediately, her body took over, causing her to drift off to sleep and recover
from the most satisfying sex she could remember having. She thought for a moment
about her dog and the woman she had left him with. From the little Susan knew about
Dorthy, she was certain that the older woman could give him a good home. Maybe it
would be better if Susan just let Dorthy keep him. As with the men she would fuck,
Susan was not about to keep any lover around when she could find something better.
As much fun as she had had with Shaguth, keeping him now would be out of the
question. Maybe, for old times sake, she would go and visit him, but for the moment,
Randy was all the cock she could handle... and then some.


Chapter 4

Something was wrong, and Harlan was damned if he knew what it was. He wanted to
talk to Dorthy about it, but he couldn't seem to find the words.
Whatever it was, it had happened while he was away for the chess tournament. That
had been about a week ago, and he came home, fully expecting his wife to greet him at
the door like she always did... eager and ready for a good fucking before they got ready
to go to the faculty meeting and party.
That had been a huge joke, Harlan thought as he casually watched the chess team
practice. Dorthy had been talking about the meeting almost constantly as soon as she
had been invited with her husband, but when Harlan came home that afternoon,
Dorthy seemed to have her mind on other things. Her love-making before they left for
the party was...
Well, it sucked. That was all there was to it. Her mind was elsewhere, and Harlan
merely shrugged it off. Things like that happen sometimes, he knew. One can't expect
perfection every time, he thought.
At the party, she had seemed fidgety, eager to leave and get home for some reason.
Harlan thought it was because she wanted to make up to him, and just as the party was
getting into full swing, with Harlan getting to know some of the female members of the
faculty a little better, Dorthy asked him if he could take her home, begging a headache.
Harlan had been a little drunk, and the only thought that had been running through
his mind was that his wife was as disappointed with their love making in the afternoon
as he had been, and she wanted to make it up to him. It made sense, and Harlan
decided that he would bow out of the party. His cock had been erect almost from the
beginning, since he had been sitting next to Rachel Mandel, a luscious-looking redhead. 
She was an English teacher at the college, and there wasn't anything shameful
about her. Young, pretty and totally up-front, she had made her desires known to
Harlan almost as soon as he walked into the meeting, though Harlan believed that
fucking a woman who was not his wife, at least now that he was married, could only
lead to trouble. Still, she wouldn't leave him alone, and for most of the meeting and the
party afterwards, she had made it a point to be close to him, allowing him an eyepleasing 
view of her large, full breasts, threatening to spill out from the low-cut blouse
she wore. The more Harlan had to drink, the better she looked to him, especially after
the miserable fucking he had had with his wife earlier that day.
He almost breathed a loud sigh of relief when Dorthy made an excuse from him to
leave Rachel's presence. His cock had been pressing painfully against his pants for
hours, and his balls were so full of his sperm that he was certain they would explode
right then and there.
But Dorthy was anything but passionate when they returned to their home. In fact, it
turned out that her headache, far from a mere feint to be alone with her husband, was
the real thing, and she went to bed right away, turning on her side and telling her
husband that she just wasn't "in the ' mood!"
Harlan couldn't believe it, for the first time since they had been married, they were
sleeping in the same bed and not fucking. Gritting his teeth, Harlan decided that he
would allow it to pass. Hell, maybe she really did have a headache. After all, she was
only human, and therefore prone to the afflictions of humans. The weather, the
excitement that might not have worn off because of their recent good fortune, anything
might have set her off. Maybe she was having a period. Maybe she was coming down
with the flu that was going around. It could be explained by any number of
possibilities, and Harlan finally drifted to sleep, his cock still erect, thinking that he
would see how she felt the next morning.
The next morning had been sheer hell. Dorthy work up before he did, and when he
finally opened his eyes, his penis ballooned painfully, as though he hadn't lost his
erection at all during the night, he caught her puttering around the bedroom. She
certainly seemed happy and spry enough. Harlan made some small talk about the night
before, and Dorthy smiled apologetically, saying that she was sorry, and she hoped that
the next time, she would be able to stay at the meeting and party until it was over.
"Well... I was feeling a little worried about you," he had said, winking at her as he did
when he wanted her to come to bed with him.
She ignored his wink. No... she had acted as though she hadn't even seen it. And then
he had noticed that she was fully dressed, as though the day for her were about to
begin.
AND THEY HADN'T EVEN FUCKED YET!
"Honey... is something the matter?" Harlan queried, looking for an opening into her
strange thoughts and behavior.
"Wrong?" she asked innocently. "No... nothing I can think of."
"Then suppose you come to bed and help me start the day right?"
"Oh, really... I can't" she said, as though he were asking something impossible of her.
"YOU CAN'T?"
"Of course not," she said, turning away from him. "I have to get some things done
before I take Shaguth out for a walk."
Harlan looked at her inquisitively. She had told him about Susan's leaving the dog for
the day, and he hadn't thought anything of it. The dog had seemed friendly enough.
"Are you telling me that you would rather spend time with that dog instead of me?"
While he tried to make his voice sound comical, there was also more than a mere hint
of frustrated anger.
"Well... no. Of course not," she had said quickly, as though he had actually hit the nail
on the head and she were trying to hide the fact. "It's just that... well... I have to take
care of him. He was placed in my trust, and...
"All right," he snapped. "I get the message. Go ahead and take care of Shaguth, or
whatever the fuck his name is."
He had been really pissed, and he didn't mind letting her know it. He threw the sheets
and covers away from his body and walked nakedly to the clothes closet, finding his
clothes and dressing with the jerky motions of his anger. "You go ahead and take care
of that fucking dog," he said in an icy voice. "I'm going out to get some breakfast."
And then he got one of the greatest shocks of his life. He would have thought that
Dorthy would be at least a little sorry that she had made him angry. He would have
thought that she would say something soothing, or even perhaps snap back at him,
telling him that he shouldn't be acting so childish. He listened for her retort as he
walked out of the house and he heard her eager happy voice call out to him, "Thanks,
honey. If Susan gets here before I come back, tell her that I'm out with him."
He had looked up the stairs as though he couldn't believe she would be so detached
from her anger as to actually think that he had been serious instead of sarcastic. He
couldn't know, of course, that Dorthy was going to find some secluded part of the
campus and have Shaguth lick her to orgasm again... once more before she had to give
him up.
When he had come home rather late in the afternoon, fully expecting to find his wife
eager and ready for him, wanting to make up for the way she had treated him in the
morning and worried about where he had been all day, he found, instead, that she was
sitting on the living room floor, running her fingers almost lovingly along Shaguth's
furry back. She explained that Susan had just given her the dog without explanation,
and had then run off somewhere with Randy. She begged him to let her keep the huge
beast, telling him that she would take care of him, and that he wouldn't be any bother.
Her totally childish attitude took him completely by surprise. She was like a little girl
asking her father if she could keep a pet, rather than a college graduate and his wife, a
woman capable of making decisions for herself. He told her it was all right without
thinking, and then watched, his shock deepening further as he saw her face beam with
an inner happiness he hadn't seen in her since their wedding night.
Butting his cigarette, not even remembering that he had lit one, his thoughts were
broken as one of the chess team members came over to ask him a question dealing with
the puzzles they used for exercise. He shook his head as though he were coming out of
a trance.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I was thinking of something else. What did you want?"
The player showed him the problem, and Harlan could see that even though it was a
simple one, he couldn't think of an answer.
"Try this," he told the team member, moving a piece at random. The student took his
advice and returned to the chess board, leaving Harlan to his thoughts once again.
From that day onward, things between Harlan and his wife were anything but normal.
Dorthy seemed to be lost in a world of her own, a world that included the dog, but
excluded him. She seemed so happy, so carefree, so... so totally out of it, he thought
with some anger. There's something about her and that dog... something she's not
telling me. Even though they would fuck at night, with him filling her cuntal channel
with his river of sperm, Dorthy had become totally passive, accepting the searing gift of
his burning seed with the same enthusiasm she would greet a breath of air as a pure
matter of course. It was frustrating as hell. There was no passion from her anymore.
Once, her hips actually refused to gyrate at all, and while her pussy sheath was hot and
moist, allowing him to slide the towering shaft of his cock all the way to the ring of her
cervix with great ease, he doubted that she was even cumming.
And what was the worst of all, she never made mention of it. Hell, if he was failing to
satisfy her, at least he would think she would mention something about it.
But she didn't. She seemed lost in a childish world of bliss, where nothing mattered to
her at all. Not the nakedness of him, her husband, the hot thickness of his penis jutting
lustfully from the darkly tangled mass of his pubic hair, the deep thrusting of his cock
again and again into the welcoming but totally unresponsive chamber of her cunt...
Nothing.
He might as well be fucking a dead fish, for all the pleasure he was getting from his
wife's vagina.
"Mr. Burnett... that move you showed me was all wrong."
"Uuuuummmm?" Harlan asked, turning to the player who had requested his help a
little while ago.
"That move you showed me... the chess problem? It doesn't work."
"Well, that'll teach you to use your own mind," Harlan snapped, releasing his anger on
the innocent young man. As soon as he did it, though, he could see that he had made a
mistake. The player's face dropped to the floor, and he looked at Harlan as though he
had just been slapped. Pursing his lips, Harlan sped from the room, hearing the hushed
whispers of his team behind his back.
"What's the matter with him?" one boy said.
"Shit... maybe he lost a game to his wife," another said, causing the entire room to
reverberate with a loud, though nervous laughter.
When he got to the hall outside the practice room, Harlan leaned against the wall.
"All right, Dorthy," he said in a hushed whisper, the sound of his own voice in the
empty hall causing a surge of strength to ripple through him. "Enough is enough, and
I've had more than enough!"
He walked quickly from the nearly deserted building, all set to have a show-down with
his wife. It was high time that she gave him an explanation...

* * *

"Jesus... Things really pile up here when Dorthy is out," Maggie Carr sighed as she
looked at the seemingly endless pile of back-logged papers that needed typing for the
next edition of the paper.
Susan hardly noticed what Maggie said. Because of her position on the school
newspaper, Susan was forced to spend some of her after school time to get her own
review column out by the deadline. The concert she and Randy had attended four days
ago was the subject of her column this week, and she had spent many hours in the
newspaper office making sure that she said exactly what she wanted to say. Of course,
that meant that she would be away from Randy during that time, but responsibility was
responsibility, and the small amount of money she received for writing her column was
kind of nice. It meant that she could put away almost all of the huge allowance her
parents sent her and still live the way she wanted.
Of course, it meant that she would have to spend much more time than she liked in the
paper's office, generally alone... or with Maggie, which was as bad as being alone. Of all
the women Susan knew, Maggie had to be the least sexy. She was pretty enough, but all
she could think about was the damn paper. Sure she was the editor, but that didn't
mean she had to eat, breath and live the fucking paper. Printer's ink and right hand
flush margins were Maggie's life-blood, and Susan was certain that, even though
Maggie was a full year-older than she, the pretty dark-haired coed had never been with
a man.
Maggie was a dreadful bore.
But there was some truth in what Maggie said about the work piling up, and Susan had
a pretty good idea why that was happening.
Susan should have seen something like this coming when she asked Dorthy if she
wanted to keep Shaguth. The brown-haired wife had acted as though Susan had just
offered her the world, letting the lovely blonde coed know that Dorthy had found out
about the dog's amazing talents. Susan had been in a hurry to get back to Randy and
his wonderful love making, but she could see now that she should have taken a little
time to warn Dorthy that Shaguth's tongue was rather addicting.
As Susan worked on her column, checking the misspellings she had made, she could
remember how she had felt when she first trained the marvelous animal. For a good
three days, she had been lost in a world of total bliss. Shaguth proved to be greater than
she could have hoped for. He was tireless, and would go on licking a cunt for hours
unless Susan found the will to make him stop. And she remembered how she would
wait for the time when she could be home with him. That was before she had met
Randy, naturally, but even after she had picked up on him, she still would want
Shaguth to lick her... and sometimes thrust the long beveled hardness of his dog-cock
into her tingling vagina.
Yes, Susan had a pretty good idea what Dorthy was going through at the moment... but
Fuck! Dorthy had been hired by the college to do work, not be fucked by a dog. Susan
didn't care what Dorthy did on her own time, but Dorthy had called in sick every day
since Monday, and that meant that other people had to do her work for her...
And that meant that Susan was kept from Randy, something Susan was finding to be
more than she had bargained for. Much more.
And she didn't have to put up with it. It was one thing to take a day to let Shaguth lick
and fuck Dorthy to orgasmic bliss, but something else entirely to force other people to
give up their own free time. Maggie might not mind all that much staying late. She
probably didn't even finger herself, for God's sake. But Susan minded... a lot. This was
the last straw.
Setting down her correcting pen, she pushed herself away from her work desk.
"Hey... what are you doing?" Maggie asked as though her whole world were collapsing.
"We're not done with the lay-out yet, and with Dorthy away sick..."
"Keep your pants on," Susan said, amazed that she and Maggie actually agreed on
something. "I'm going to see Dorthy. I have a hunch that I might be able to make her...
uh... better."
"Can't it wait," Maggie wailed after Susan, who was already speeding out of the office.
"If we work real hard, we could be finished by midnight..." Susan gnashed her teeth as
she heard Maggie's wail. She could stay until midnight if she wanted, Susan thought.
But I aim to get some decent fucking tonight, and if that means being a day late with
the paper, so be it. Dorthy is being plain selfish, and that has to stop!


Chapter 5

Dorthy couldn't take her eyes off Shaguth. Since he had come into her life, nothing else
mattered but the gentle caressings of his huge, smooth, wet tongue across the seething
slit of her vagina. The pretty brown-haired woman had found a new lease on life...
something to live for. She took Shaguth for walks every day, always going to an old,
rarely used building near the football field. There, she would drop her pants and be
swept away as Shaguth, knowing what was expected of him, would lash out with his
wet, searing tongue, slicing through her passion-swollen cuntal folds and reaching into
her pussy channel as deeply as he could, filling her in a way she never dreamed
possible.
It had been the second time she and Shaguth were alone in that building when the
lovely young wife learned something new about her animal lover. His cock... his
wonderful, scarlet cock, felt so good in her cunt that she would have him lick her to
orgasm after orgasm, and then she would take care of him, getting to her hands and
knees and waving her buttocks at him while he mounted her from behind, his forepaws
gripping her around her hour-glass shaped waist as he probed here and there through
the fleshy orbs of her ass for the thin ribbon of cuntal flesh. She knew when he needed.,
help, and she loved the sensations of total wantonness that ran rampant through her as
she would reach behind and circle her fingers around his dog-cock, guiding it toward
the seething hole of her cunt. Then she would brace herself as Shaguth rammed
forward, filling her to the brim with his animal hardness. He would pump furiously
into her, each desperate forward lunge he made driving his glistening, tapered length
deeper and deeper into the insatiable sheath of her cunt, until she would cum again,
delighting in the gush of his animal sperm flowing into her body, filling her to
overflowing and spilling out her flowered cuntal lips to the floor below. She delighted
as she would feel her back coated with the animal-saliva that dripped from her dog's
open jowls.
Yes, a whole new world had opened for her... a world so totally wanton and filled with
passion that nothing else made any difference to her. She lived for Shaguth, as she was
certain he lived for her.
As she sat on her living room floor, gently petting and caressing his great head between
his ears, she thought vaguely that she and Harlan hadn't talked all that much about
anything.
But Dorthy didn't care. She looked into the eyes of her German shepherd and saw
nothing but love for her there.
She thought vaguely that she hadn't been to work once this past week. Things must be
getting rather hectic there. She was the only member of the paper's staff that could type.
But she didn't care about that either. Her hand stopped its almost dreamy movements
as she smiled lovingly, knowingly, warmly at the great animal who was her whole life
now. She chuckled out loud as she remembered that two days ago, she had completely
forgotten to eat. She had been so wrapped up in spending the entire day with Shaguth
in their new, private little world that even food didn't matter to her.
Nothing mattered but the endless series of orgasms his magnificent tongue and
wonderful cock were able to bring her. She always made sure she fed him in the
morning so that he could keep his strength up. The last thing she wanted was to have
him collapse on her from lack of strength.
As she again ran her fingers through his fur, delighting in the softness of his sleek,
smooth coat, she noticed that a strange grit appeared on her fingers.
"I'd say you could use a bath," she said in a soothing, loving, other-worldly tone. "Dogs
do get dirty, you know... even dogs as wonderful as you."
While Shaguth couldn't understand what she was telling him, he liked the pleasing tone
of her voice, and his ears perked up as she spoke. For some reason, she had not taken
him to that wonderful place where he licked and slaved over her sweet-tasting cunt, and
there was a painful, dull ache in his animal loins. He wondered if, perhaps, he had done
something wrong, but she hadn't really punished him. All day she had been petting
him... stroking him in a way that was nice for him, but arousing as well. He wanted to
lick her pussy... and then fuck her there in her mating hole. He vaguely remembered
the lovely woman he used to live with. She had never taken as much time with him as
his new mistress was, and he liked where he was now a lot better. He didn't want to do
anything that would make this new woman send him away.
"Come to think of it," Dorthy said in the same dreamy tone she had used before, "I feel
a little dirty as well. All that fucking we do... I really work up a sweat."
Again, Shaguth didn't understand what she was saying, but the tone of her voice was
pleasing to hear. He gave a little yelp and lashed out with his tongue, swiping it across
Dorthy's lips and nose wetly.
"Oooooohhhhh... you're just a tease," she laughed. She glanced at the clock on the
living room wall. Just a little after three thirty. Harlan would be busy with his chess
team for a good hour, she thought vaguely. And it takes him about half an hour to get
home... huuuuuummmmm.
"I know what you want," she said with a resolve as she came to a standing position. "I
know what you want, and I want the same thing. Suppose we go take a bath together?"
As she stood, Shaguth jumped up and down. His animal mind told him that she was
going to take him for a walk to their little fucking place, and he was more than willing
to go out now. After being kept in the house all day, he really wouldn't care if she
didn't take care of that aching in his animal balls. Just running around outside through
the fallen leaves would be nice.
Dorthy watched her animal-lover with smiling, possessive eyes! God! He was so
handsome, and she loved him so much! He had brought her such happiness... more
than she was certain she deserved in one life-time.
"You love me as much as I love you, don't you?" she asked in a sing-song voice. "I wish
you could talk, but you don't have to say anything. I can see it in your eyes, you devil."
As though she was actually afraid not to be touching him, she bent down again and
gave him a tight hug around his furry neck. Then she kissed him between his eyes, his
cool wet nose pressing against the cloth of her "T" shirt and into the valley of her
breasts. It was almost like having a hand there... erotic, delightful... and as she moved
slightly, she made it possible for him to thrust his snoot down into the neck of her
shirt, his tongue lashing out caressingly and laving against the warm, soft flesh between
her breasts.
"Why... you really are a tease, aren't you?" she said playfully as she arched her back,
making tighter contact with her body against his tongue. She pressed her lips firmly
between his eyes, running her hands lightly along his ribs and delighting in the silky
softness of his fur.
Shaguth was far from a tease, though he was trying everything he knew to let; Dorthy
know that. While he had never been happier then he was now, he was getting
impatient. The nearness of this lovely woman, the sweet taste of her flesh against his
tongue, the way she was stroking his body... everything was increasing the dull aching
in his animal-loins, and he wished that she would hurry and take him to their fucking
place. What was taking her so long? he wondered.
He could not help but whimper as she continued to hug and kiss him. or when the
warm, smooth softness of her loving hand rubbed against his sides. She had been doing
this all day for some strange reason, and it was really getting to him. Was it possible
that she didn't know what she was doing to him? After all they had been through, his
instincts told him no. He sensed that he must be patient with her, that she would please
him in due time.
Finally, Dorthy stood up with a sense of determination that Shaguth could not miss.
"Come on, big fellow," she said, walking toward the door. "Let's go!"
Shaguth bounded after her, passing her in his eagerness to get to the door.
But she fooled him. As he stood by the door, waiting for her to open it up, she
suddenly changed her direction and began climbing the stairs!
The huge German shepherd tilted his head to one side and drooped his ears. Where
was she going?
"Well... come on," she said with bravado. "You and I are going to take a bath together."
She continued climbing the stairs, and Shaguth, not wanting to be away from her, soon
followed, though he did not try to get ahead of her, now knowing where she was going
this time.
When she got to the head of the stairs and turned away from the direction of the
bedroom, the dog was really confused. Had she gone into the room where he first
licked her sweet-tasting vagina, he would have known what was happening, but all this
was new to him, and he began to feel a little funny now. Still, like the loyal lover he
was, he followed her into the bathroom, and sat patiently as she closed the door almost
all the way.
Singing a little song to herself, Dorthy quickly reached for her bubble bath, wondering
what the two of them would look like all covered with suds... and nothing else. She
turned on both faucets and dumped in twice as much of her bubble powder as she
usually did. Still confused, Shaguth watched as he sat, his ears perked for anything this
lovely lady might say that would give him a clue as to what was happening.
Then he came quickly to a standing position with his long furry tail wagging as he
watched her take off her clothes. There was a happy expression on his face as she
daintily slithered out of her "T" shirt and jeans, presenting the full, ripe nakedness of
her lovely body to him, facing him fully.
"Oooooohhhhh... I wish you could talk," she said again, her voice child-like and playful.
"I wish you could tell me what you think of me without my clothes on. I wish you
could tell me that you think my pussy is nice to look at and nice to lick. I wish you
could tell me that you like running your tongue over my breasts.
As she spoke, she brought her hands lightly along her own ribs, inching them closer
and closer to the luscious swelling mounds of her breasts, finally cupping them as she
took her eyes off the dog for a moment and looked at her sensuous orbs.
She had to admit it to herself. She really looked good. She lifted her breasts up in the
softness of her palms as though they were made of fragile china, noting that already her
nipples were getting hard with just the thought of being naked in front of her animal
lover. She gazed at the creamy whiteness of her breasts, her twin aureoles a darker pink
and gazing back at her like another set of eyes. She could feel her mouth watering at
the delicious concept of having Shaguth's tongue laving across her breasts... licking here
and there, knowing instinctively what to do. Oooooohhhhh... all was right with the
world, and she was going to have him do it to her again. She was going to have him
lick her breasts and their nipples, and then lick all over her belly until he was finally
driving his tongue smoothly, wetly, across the palpitating bud of her already quivering
clitoral bud.
Emitting a low, throaty chuckle, she turned off the running water and climbed into the
tub, sighing with pleasure at its wet warmth lapping at her trim, naked calves. Slowly,
slowly, she lowered her lush, rounded buttocks through the billowing mound of suds
and leaned back.
"Come on, Lover," she said finally, turning her face to Shaguth. "Come on in here with
me."
The great dog didn't move. This was a little new to him, and he really didn't like the
idea of getting all wet... even though his lovely, naked mistress was in the tub. Still, his
keen animal eyes noticed the slight shimmering of her breasts, and as she held out her
hand to him, he sensed that there might be something to be gained from this new thing
she wanted him to do. His head lowered, more out of caution than fear, and his tail
protectively between his hind legs, he inched forward.
Feeling more playful than she could ever remember feeling in her life, Dorthy took a
huge handful of suds and blew them at him. He gave a little yelp of fear, and tried to
back away, but Dorthy grabbed a hold of his left forepaw and held him fast.
"Really now," she said in a mock scolding tone. "You're being such a baby about all of
this. You don't see me being afraid, do you?"
Using all her strength, she tugged on his forepaw, pulling him closer and closer to the
edge of the tub.
Shaguth could have pulled away from her, had his mind not been so confused, and he
finally decided that he would let her pull him into the tub until he stood solidly
between her widespread legs, and she could move all around him, soaping him with
great billows of the fluffy whiteness and kissing on the nose every time the thought
occurred to her.
It wasn't so bad after all, and he quickly began to like it. She cooed lovingly at him,
washing every part of his furry body, and the warmth he felt for her showed in his eyes.
Finally, she was satisfied that she had cleaned him, and she drained the tub. Turning on
the shower, she hugged his neck, telling him not to be afraid, that all he needed to do
was just stand there while she moved her shower head, allowing the cascading water to
wash off the soap. She ran her hands through his wet, sleek fur, making sure that she
rinsed him totally. Already he was looking as clean and fresh as the day she had met
him, and after he got over his initial shock of the shower blasting at him, he seemed to
trust her to do what she was going to do anyway. He offered no resistance.
"There, now," she said, turning off the shower and taking his great head between her
hands. "Don't you feel better? All nice and clean and ready for an afternoon of loving?"
Sensing that she was through washing him, he shook his body, making the drops of
water coating his fur to fly all over the bathroom, creating something of a wet mess.
Dorthy didn't mind, though. After all, this was her loving-dog, her bringer-of-pleasure.
There wasn't anything he could do that would make her angry.
She reached into the bathroom linen closet and pulled a thick, fluffy towel and began to
run it over her dog's body, drying him and taking a delight in the softness of his now
clean fur at the same time. She rubbed him all over, caressing him with the towel as
though she were seducing him.
She moved the towel between her hands playfully over his head, along his back and
then back against his fur to his head again. All the while, he stood unmoving, liking the
way she was drying him.
Still wet herself, she shifted her position in such a way so that she could see his
wonderful animal loins, gazing with a rapt interest at the sheathed penis that had
brought her pleasure on so many occasions. She had never really taken the time to look
at his loins before, and she was pleasantly surprised by their sight. His sheathed 
animalcock and wild, hanging testicles looked so wonderful to her. She began to move her
towel closer to them, seeing them for the first time as they were in nature. As she
smoothed her towel back and forth along his belly, she smiled as she saw the tip of his
long scarlet cock begin to emerge from its concealing protection, more and more as she
moved her hand and towel closer to it with slow, rhythmic strokes. Her breath caught
in her throat. She had wrapped her fingers around it, but seeing it like this was really
amazing. It was larger then she would have imagined. No wonder she felt so filled when
it slithered up into her cuntal channel.
Shaguth whimpered, and she realized that she was teasing him. She tried to tell him to
be patient, that he would get a chance to lick and fuck her in the very near future, but
that he would have to wait until he was all clean and dry.
Yet even as she told her animal-lover to be patient, she could feel her own vagina
making demands on her. Now that she had seen his long, scarlet cock, she wanted it
inside her body all the more. If Shaguth wanted her to hurry up and finish, she wanted
it more. The hot, hard feel of his dog-cock brushing against her hand as she dried the
fur of his loins was starting to fire her loins and mind with a longing that one thing and
one thing only could quell... the satisfying plunge of his penis into her aching, aroused
pussy!
She pulled him from the tub and held him tightly against the nakedness of her own wet
body, feeling passionate shivers running through her form as his sleek furry coat
rubbed lightly against the sensitive swelling of her nipples. Oooooohhhhh... it felt so
good. It made her feel like a little girl again, a good, happy feeling she used to have
when there wasn't a care in the world.
Shaguth seemed to sense something too, and he began to squirm around in his
impatience.
"There, there, darling," she soothed, wanting him to calm down some to make their
loving more passionate and intimate. She moved around to the front of him while she
finished toweling him dry, her whitely glistening breasts and buttocks rippling
provocatively from her exertion.
She was in front of his face when Shaguth could hold himself no longer. He lashed out
with his tongue, quickly darting it against her cheek. The loving wet contact sent
increased flutterings of desire searing through her, and she wondered if perhaps this
was his prelude to love making. For a long moment, she stared into his wide brown
eyes, once more taking his big, handsome head between her hands. He had kissed her.
There was no doubt about that, but she wasn't sure if it was a friendly kiss of
appreciation or the beginning kiss of sexual advance.
Slowly, the curvaceous naked young wife leaned forward, holding his face tenderly and
trying to read the expression in his brown eyes. Then she parted her lips with her tiny,
pink tongue...
This time Shaguth lashed out with his longer one, swiping the tip of Dorthy's tongue
with his in a fiery, lust-smoldering caress. There could be no doubt about it now. Had
her husband kissed her like that, she would know exactly what he wanted. There was
no reason to think that her animal lover was any different. She had been fondling and
petting him lovingly all day, and he was making his impatience known to her. It was
time. It was once again time to have his wonderful tongue bring her the pleasure only
he could bring.
She could hear her short, panting breaths as she crawled to the bath mat and rolled
nakedly on it. She lay on her back, a knowing smile creasing her face, her fingertips
tracing upward over the satin-smoothness of her belly to the shimmering, inwardly
vibrating mounds of her passionately swollen breasts. They found the tiny, near-brown
nipples which were already raised into little marbles if hardness and teasingly fondled
them while her hotly glowing eyes searched the face of the massive animal moving
toward her.
Shaguth felt the throbbing quiver of his loins from the torrid craving his new mistress
transmitted to him with her eyes. The time of teasing and fondling was over. The ache
that Dorthy had created in his loins by running her fingers over him all day was about
to end. His heart pounded wildly in his chest at the sight of her naked rounded curves
stretched out on the floor, and he paused to stare hungrily at her.
Now it was Dorthy's turn to be teased. She knew that Shaguth would get around to
licking her, and she wanted it to be now. Her breathing came unevenly as her head
raised up and she watched the great animal surveying her openly spread thighs. Her
breath quickened as he was suddenly beside her... and then lowering his head to lick
out with his hot, wet tongue over the smooth flesh of her softly quivering belly.
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!
Again, she felt the gentle delight of its wetly curling length and she raised her head to
watch him licking upward over the small rounded tummy of her flattened belly. Higher
and higher he came, until at last he was licking the smooth undersides of her passion
swelling breasts, ever licking upward over them to their near-bursting little nipples.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhh... uuuuummmmmmm..." Dorthy moaned. She knew that she
was in for a real treat, and she somehow sensed that this time would be different...
better in some way than all the others had been. She wasn't sure how she knew what
way it would be better, but the maddening charges of wild desire whipping through her
nakedly spread body told her.
Her lust clouded mind was already blanking to everything but the quickly rising
sensations his hotly licking tongue-tip over the naked mounds of her breasts was
creating within her. She listened to Shaguth whimper from deep in his animal throat,
the total wild animal quality of it increasing her desire for his wonderful love making.
Then his warm brown eyes raised knowingly to meet hers, their candent glow level with
her own. She waited, not wanting to speak, not wanting to move, knowing that her dog
lover would know exactly what was expected of him.
Boiling animal blood seared through Shaguth's massive body as he once again lashed
out with his tongue and tasted the delicate heat of Dorthy's passion on her lips and 
firetipped tongue. With his own, he flicked back at her tiny member darting from her open
mouth, licking and tasting the sweetness while faint mewling sounds purred from
beyond. He noticed that her eyes had already closed as she lay there beneath him, his
animal instincts driving him now more than ever. The hurtful throb in his sperm-laden
testicles told him that he had to hurry, and the musky odor that was already rising from
the nakedly splayed loins of the lovely woman told him that she wanted him to hurry as
well.
Suddenly, he stopped his animal-kissing, and Dorthy opened her eyes to see him
moving downward between her legs. Her excited breathing quickened as she spread her
legs even farther apart for him, wanting him to hurry... Dear God! her mind screamed.
Please hurry.
She shivered as she heard her own guttural little whine as he slowly lowered his face,
his hot dog-breath taunting through the brown, tangled jungle of her cuntal down...
then against the soft white flesh of her inner thighs...
And finally, against the hair-rimmed lips of her passionately inflamed vaginal lips. She
heard his whimper as a dog-chuckle of satisfaction, and she quivered and squirmed in
her frantically growing lust for him.
She couldn't hold back her sudden gasp when she felt his cool wet nose brush lightly
against her seething pussy flanges, and she could feel herself becoming lubricated in her
vaginal sluice, his clitoris throbbing impatiently.
And then...
"Oh God!" she blurted the moment his tongue snaked up between her pussy lips,
laving along the full vertical length of her vaginal crevice, the tip exploringly burrowing
into the flowering, sensitive lips.
How long this blissfully wonderful titillation went on, Dorthy wasn't sure, for as soon
as his tongue made contact with her cunt, she lost all track of time and reality.
She felt his searing, wet lavings suddenly move away from her steaming pussy, his head
dropping to her knees as he licked upward... upward... each gentle swipe of his wet,
smooth tongue bringing him closer and closer to her twitching pussy lips again. A
delectable shiver rippled over her naked curves as he finally drew the burning wetness
of his long, thick tongue along the length of her vibrantly hot cunt again, tracing it
from her buttocks below the thin, hair-lined edges of her desire-flooded vaginal lips to
the tiny bud of her excitedly throbbing clitoris. And then again, this time his lengthy,
fire-filled tongue licking through the outer lips of her passion-wet cunt like a hot knife
through melted butter! And it didn't stop there, but contained splaying wide the wetly
sizzling cunt-flesh, at last lunging in a sudden wildly deep curl far up into the clutching
heat of her greedily craving vagina. Dorthy moaned and spasmed with the total erotic
ecstasy of his skillful oral love making, her sensuously glazed eyes looking down
between her fully rounded breasts and feeding on the strange spectacle they made
together.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhh... Gggggggggoooooooooddddddd...!" the lovely naked young
wife groaned from the intense sensations his long thick tongue was spiraling through
her eager body. Her gasping moans increased, her ignited brain slipping deeper and
deeper into the steeped passion she had come to expect with Shaguth. Again and again
his scorching tongue licked hungrily through her wide-split vaginal and anal crevice. At
its peak, Shaguth would hold it for a moment, then flick it hotly up into the burning
liquid flesh to instinctively tease at the palpitating bud of her tiny erect clitoris, fanning
the hotly growing flames inside her like a brush fire fed by a hot dry wind.
On and on it went, with Dorthy losing all relation to time, her first orgasm sweeping
over her like an unexpected hurricane, the explosion bursting through deep in the
secret depths of her screaming loins and belly in an unequaled fierceness to overwhelm
her at last with velvety waves of tingling joy that she felt to the very tips of her fingers
and toes.
And the heated flow of her wonderful first release 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 spasming and squirming insanely beneath it.
"Oooohhh... lover... lover...!" she gutturally wailed as he lunged the long thick measure
of his hot animal-flesh with a teasing curl deeper and deeper up into the velvety flesh of
her lustfully clutching vaginal channel.
"Oooohhh... I love it... I love it when you lick my cunt... don't stop... don't ever stop..."
Dorthy exclaimed in her unquenchable naked hunger. She thrillingly watched her soft
sensuous curves ripple and squirm beneath his unbelievable cunt-licking, knowing, even
in her overwhelming passion, that she would have to take care of his long, hard animal
penis pretty soon.
God! She would fuck him dry. She would take the entire length of his scarlet rod up
into the passion-flooded chamber of her cunt and gyrate against his hairy loins until his
scalding sperm filled her belly to the brim!
But she couldn't move beneath his wild, incredible tongue-fucking! She couldn't find
the strength to roll over onto her flat belly and lift her ass up, as she knew she would
have to. The orgasms sweeping through her naked body left her totally devoid of reason
and energy.
"Ooooohhh... oohh... Damn! Aaaaggggghhhhhh... yyeeessssss... lick me like that... like
that... way up inside... tongue-fuck me... tongue-fuck me, precious darling!" she goaded,
hoisting her feverishly simmering loins and ass-cheeks higher up to the incessancy of
his hotly licking animal mouth! "Oooohhhh... deeper... deeper... harder... shove your
hot tongue up my cunt as far as you can...!"
Helpingly, she reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping his furry head to
full his long nose even tighter into her wetly palpitating cuntal channel! His firebrand
tongue raced up into the warmly seething hole like a white-hot rod of iron, his own
animal whines matching hers as he lashed and tongue-fucked the smooth blood-tingling
cunt walls with a skill he had developed from endless practice.
Dorthy continued to stare at her animal-lover's face deeply buried between her splayed
thighs, the lustfully intoxicating sight nearly bending her mind to a point beyond any
human reason!
Shaguth felt his loins and flanks throbbing heavily from the liquid female heat rising
from Dorthy's hotly flowering vaginal hole. He sensed a stronger fire in her than he
had ever noticed before, and its intensity made the blood pound furiously through his
powerful body. The whiteness of her smooth flesh and the heated odor she was
generating from the thin, hair-fringed slit up between her legs made him know the
fierceness of his urgency.
The hot pink flesh of her mating hole in its flowing wetness was communicating
through his tongue a wild sensation he had come to expect with his new mistress.
Usually at this point, she would roll over onto her belly and lift her buttocks up,
allowing him to thrust the expanded length of his long cock into her pussy. She wasn't
doing it this time though. She was still laying on her back, demanding of him that he
slice through her vaginal lips with his tongue.
Then she startled him as she drew her long, naked legs up and back as far as she could
until her knees were flattened against the fully rounded mounds of her breasts. She
fucked back then 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 in the lurid cadence, still holding his big, furry
head tightly between her upraised thighs. Then she lifted her head again to watch... and
that was when she suddenly remembered!
She could see the glistening spectacle of Shaguth's long, scarlet cock emerging from its
hair covered sheath... wet and hard with its fiery tapered end slipping and dancing
rhythmically beneath as it continued to slide slowly out of its fleshy concealment.
As she saw it, looking more and more intently at the long scarlet shaft, she knew that
she would have to give up the pleasure of his tongue fucking in her cunt so she would
be able to take care of his cock. Even though she knew she would derive a great deal of
pleasure from having his penis in her cunt, she didn't want to lose the tight contact of
his snoot against her desperately palpitating vaginal lips. It seemed longer than she
could ever remember seeing it, delightful in its contoured beveledness, and that
difference sparking another surge of desperate need in her. She wanted both his cock
and his tongue at the same time, and she wanted to cry because she was certain she
couldn't have both.
For a long emotion-tight moment, Dorthy stared at the big dog's wetly gleaming
hardness, sensing her mouth and throat first growing dry, then salivating at the
sensually infusing sight of it! The thought of having its slender hardness in her pussy
was driving her wild... but something else began to filter through her mind... something
she had never even thought of before.
But as she stared at the wetly glistening dog-penis emerging from its hairy sheath under
his belly, she began to have a vision... a vision that included her and her dog and no
one else. And in that vision she could see how it was possible for her to take care of
Shaguth's penis, and at the same time not have to give up the incredible pleasure of his
long searing tongue.
Relentlessly, the great German shepherd licked wildly at her seething cunt, his long wet
tongue slithering again and again over the tiny erect bud of her fire-filled clitoris!
Thrills of wild, unbelievable desire burned in Dorthy's mind as her vision of what she
could do became more and more focused, adding to those his scorching tongue was
incessantly stroking to life her desperately upraised vagina.
"Lover... lover... lover... oooohhhhh... you wonderful dog!" She mewled, trying to raise
higher and stroke his great head nuzzled, tightly between her widespread thighs and
nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. She could see his tongue splaying through the wetly
glistening flesh between her hair-fringed cunt lips! He'd spread them until they
appeared to smile in their desire-swollen ravishment! Her inner, smooth-walled pussy
flesh sparked up at her, the burnt-brown curls wetly matted, the entire exciting scene
feeding the flames of lust whipping through her quivering belly. Her naked breasts
shimmered sensuously as she continued to squeeze tightly at his great, furry head. Yes...
YES! It could be done!
"Shaguth... oooooohhhh... Shaguth... lie down... lie down! I... I want to lick and suck
you... just like you're licking me... ooohhh... please... please... hurry. I have to have your
penis... in my mouth... I have to lick and suck on your cock!"
Dorthy's brain raced in her delirium. She had never had her husband's penis in her
mouth. Once, when he had suggested it, she had nearly thrown up. But now...
NOW HAVING HER BELOVED DOG'S COCK IN HER MOUTH WAS THE
ONLY THING THAT SHE WANTED IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!
She raised to her knees as the huge dog, thinking that he was now going to be able to
send his cock into her cunt, backed away from the wetly seething inferno in her loins.
He looked eager and ready, and Dorthy, knowing that what he thought was not the
same thing she had in mind, realized that she would have to be patient with him in
teaching him something new. But she would go through with it. There was no stopping
her now. She whispered in gentle, soothing tones as she brushed her hand lovingly over
him, her eyes zeroed in on the long, beveled cock hanging below his powerful belly ...!
Shaguth pranced happily, waiting for his lovely mistress to roll over onto her hands and
knees and present her naked buttocks to him.
But he began to sense that this time, something different was going to happen. She was
cooing softly at him, pressing against him as she told him again and again to lie down.
Even though he wanted to thrust his cock into her, he obeyed, trusting her.
Still... his unhappy whimpers vibrated through the bathroom and his cock began
withdrawing into its hairy sheath. He lay down on the bath mat, stretching out, his face
looking sad, where only moments before, he had looked very happy and excited.
"Roll over, darling," she whispered, trying to control the mounting excitement in her
voice, but failing. "Roll over. I'm going to do something wonderful to you. I know
you'll love it. I just know you'll love it as much as I will!"
And it was the truth. Even though she had never down anything like what she had in
mind at the moment, she was certain that she would love it... and since she knew her
pet, she was certain that he would like it as well. In her mindless excitement, she
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, placing herself so that her desire-contorted face was directly above the opening
where his big, scarlet cock had disappeared in his massive, furry cock-sleeve.
Frenzied emotions of lustful anticipation rippled through the passionately blinded
young wife at the thought of the utter wantonness of the act she was about to perform.
Uuuuuummmmmmmm... Just the thought of it was making her mouth water with
anticipation, and she hoped that his long, wetly glistening cock would soon come out so
she could see it in all .its masculine hardness again.
Gently, she moved her arched hips toward his handsome animal face, wantonly
spreading her thighs as she lovingly took his head between them. She lay panting on
her side as she lifted one leg and inched her seething cunt tighter up against his long
animal nose, pressing the wet heat of her throbbing pussy against his snoot. Instantly,
she felt the thick length of his tongue lashing out and slicing between the hotly
palpitating lips of her demanding cunt, slashing through her glistening, flushed
pinkness like a fiery sword, and if she had ever known totally abandoned desire, it was
at that moment! She lowered her cheek to rest on his furry powerful belly, her right
hand moving quickly toward his dog-cock sheath!
Shaguth was totally confused. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and
he sensed that he would not be able to thrust the hardened rod of his dog-cock into his
mistress's pussy. But there was something happening to him that he didn't expect. Her
loving hand was massaging the furry pouch of his cock, making his penis ache again
with his mounting excitement. He could sense the increased pounding of his animal
blood washing through his entire body, making him feel as aroused as he had before,
when he had thought that he was going to once again get the chance to fuck the lovely
young wife from behind. He delighted as he felt her light fingertips caressing over his
needing loins, their gentle touch causing him to whine and tremble. The urge to just lay
there with his eyes closed and lick the hot sweetness of the thin lipped crevice between
the softness of her thighs nearly carried him away.
Dorthy couldn't think of a time in her young life when she had ever been so utterly
wanton. The funny thing about it was, she really couldn't wait to get started. She
wanted to see his dog-cock come out of its fleshy sheath. She hungrily clasped hold of
his huge sheltered penis and began to tauntingly manipulate the furry, outer flesh back
and forth, feeling the hot thickness within! It had to come out for her... it had to! She
had to have it now... the feel and taste of his long, thick beautiful cock in her mouth!
His thick, incessant tongue laving the frantic bud of her tiny, raging clitoris.
Oooooohhhhhh... she had to fight the wonderful sensations to cum again and save her
strength for her plan of action. She held off her further climaxes with an amazing show
of will, knowing that when her orgasm came, it would sweep through her like an
atomic-like explosion.
Oh... the beautiful darling, she thought, clinging to his still-concealed cock-sheath and
eagerly stroking it. With fervor and gentleness combined, she worked 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 streaming
cunt.
And then it suddenly re-appeared, the redly glistening tip of long, thickened hardness
slipping forward toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips... UNTIL AT LAST, IT
ACTUALLY TOUCHED THEM!
With a blinding craving, Dorthy in her lustful obsession ovaled her warmly waiting lips
to let the slenderly tapered tip of the dog's smooth hardness slide easily 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 reached all the way to the back of her
throat! She brought her tongue into play with an irresistible fervency, greeting and
welcoming the strangely delightful act with mindless abandon. Her desire-fogged brain
swam with the lustful intoxication of what she was doing... and then he tasted the thick,
pulsing length of his raw cock-flesh, a sensation of wanton relish racing through her at
its sweet, totally pungent maleness.
UUUUUUMMMMMMM! It tastes so good... so delightful! So delicious and hard and
hot, swelling more and more with every passing moment.
She heard his high-pitched animal whines as he continued to lovingly lick at her lust
inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her tongue hotly around his long thick
cock. Since having a penis was new to her, she delighted in experimenting, learning as
she went along. She shivered as she felt his powerful body respond to her cock-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, lightly squeezing them
with her finger-tips. Again he whimpered, the excitation causing him to begin a slow
rhythmic fucking motion up into the tightly clasped oval of her warmly sucking lips.
God! The incredibly exotic taste of it was the mind-bending delight, Dorthy sensually
thought to herself, beginning to nurse and tongue lovingly at the ever-thickening length
of burning, hard penile flesh with salaciously timed movements of her head. Delicious...
sweet, her lust-filled mind thought wildly... spiced with the sexy raciness of nature itself!
Ooooooohhhhhh... sooooooo delicious!
The smooth coned length of his growing blood-engorged cock began fucking into her
mouth in perfect cadence, while his own tongue laved through the searing liquid flesh
of her passion-drenched cunt with animalistic hunger. She nipped and gently bit with
the sharp edges of her teeth, taking her cues from the increasing animal whines he was
making. She swirled her hot little tongue in tiny moist circles around his pulsating
animal-hardness, lost in the licentious thrill of her actions. God! It was like honey in
her mouth, plunging in a slippery wet heat all the way down to her throat.
And then she wondered what it would feel like to have his semen in her mouth. She
had never even had Harlan's thick scalding cum in her mouth before, though she had
never wanted it. But now...
Now, all she could think .about was having his sperm flooding her mouth... his warm,
thick cum squirting from the tip of his beautiful animal cock in creamy spewing jets...
Shaguth had never known anything like this before. This was certainly different than
having his cock in her cunt, that was for sure, but no less pleasurable for that. In fact, it
was the difference that made it more pleasurable... the difference of having her teeth
and tongue working on the slender hotness of his fully expanded dog-cock. He whined
to the sensations ripping through him... causing waves of fire-like pressure deep in the
depths of his swirling loins, and he knew that he would soon know a tremendous
release...


Chapter 6

Arriving at his home, running through several conversations in his mind so he was
certain to stay mad enough to at least let his wife know that he was unhappy with her,
Harlan noticed a lovely young coed walking toward him. For a moment, he forgot
about his wife as he allowed his eyes to drink in the sheer beauty of her blonde
perfection. Damn but she was a fine looking woman... the kind that usually exists only
in his thoughts. Her luscious, thick blonde hair framed her face in soft, shimmering
waves, gently flowing to her shoulders and just a little bit beyond. The ends of her hair
rested on the top of her round, swelling breasts, hidden and yet somehow accented by
the sweater she was wearing. And her skirt... ummmmmmm... coming just to mid-thigh
in a teasing, provocatively manner. Perfection! No doubt about it!
And she was walking along the walk that led to his front door!
He followed her, and when she saw that he, too, was coming to the Burnett home, she
stopped half-way to the front door, looking at him, smiling at him, waiting for him to
say something first. She had never met Dorthy's husband, though from what she had
heard about him, this had to be him. Coach of the chess team? He hardly looked like
any chess player she remembered seeing. His powerful-looking body was well-muscled,
hard yet controlled...
And then she remembered that Harlan was also the coach of the martial arts team... a
nice person to know, just in case things got a little rough.
"Uh... hello," Harlan said, not exactly certain what to do. "I'm uh... well, I live here
and..."
"Oooohhh... are you Dorthy's husband?"
"Yeah," he said, wishing that he were not married. Picking this little cunt up would be
kind of nice. Nice? Hell, it would be a total joy. Even as he glanced at his home,
remembering the reason he had come back so early, he could feel his cock ballooning in
his pants, spasming with the sex that seemed to drip from every pore of this young
woman's luscious body.
Susan looked at him teasingly, then she, too, remembered what she was doing here. She
wondered if she should tell him about what she suspected of Dorthy and Shaguth, and
decided against it. That was their problem.
"I'm Susan Merrile," she said, waiting for him to catch up to her. They walked the rest
of the distance to the front door together. "I was hoping that I could talk to your wife."
As she mentioned her name, Harlan stopped dead in his tracks. "Oooooohhhhh... so
you're the girl that gave Dorthy that dog."
There was a hint of anger in his voice, and Susan, for the first time in her entire life,
was a little afraid of him. Could it be that he already knew about Shaguth's talents?
Was that the voice of a jealous husband? She couldn't be sure.
"Uhhhh... that's right, Mr. Burnett, but I think it was something of a mistake."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I work on the paper... you know, where Dorothy... your wife... is the typist? She
hasn't been into work at all this week, and things are really piling up."
Harlan looked at her, seeing her in a totally different light now. It looked as though
that dog was creating more problems than he realized. He hadn't known that Dorothy
was skipping her job! "Didn't she call or something?"
"Oh, sure. She called in sick, but I don't think she's ill."
"You don't." Susan and Harlan regarded each other carefully. The last thing Harlan
wanted this lovely young woman to know about was his private life with his wife, and
Susan still wasn't sure how much Harlan knew about Shaguth and Dorothy.
"I... uh... I think she's been taking Shaguth just a little too seriously," Susan ventured.
"I mean... when I had him, I used to take care of him. And I... uh... loved doing it. But
I never let it interfere with my work."
"Hummmmmmmmm..." Harlan began to see Susan as something of an ally... someone
who could help him get his point across to Dorthy. She might not believe just him if he
said that she was slipping into a world all her own, but she could hardly discount two
people saying the same thing.
"I've noticed pretty much that Dorthy just drifts off with Shaguth sometimes," Harlan
said, once again resuming his walk toward his front door..."
Really?" Susan asked, thinking that perhaps he knew all about Shaguth now, and was
just a little pissed off that Dorthy was spending all her time with the dog instead of her
husband. That would make sense, based on that he had told her.
"Well... I don't like to pry, but I really think that something has to be done," Susan said
with a voice of authority that first shocked Harlan, and then pleased him. It was rare to
find a woman as good looking at Susan was who was any more than a fluffy, brainless
piece of ass.
"Don't think you're prying," Harlan reassured N her. "I think between the two of us,
we should be able to talk some sense into her."
Susan waited while Harlan fumbled with his keys. She dropped her eyes to his loins,
delighting as she saw that his cock was erect and pressing against the confines of his
pants, tenting the cloth. Ummmmm... it looked really large and hard, and she began to
think that if Dorthy was spending all her time with Shaguth, her husband would be
really frustrated. No wonder he was so eager to talk to her! At least when Susan had
Shaguth, she remembered, she would take care of both him and Randy. Dorthy must
have really gone off the deep end... leaving her husband pretty much in the cold.
Her thoughts were broken as Harlan opened the front door to his house, and she
followed him in, looking around for Shaguth. It had been a long time since she'd seen
him, and the thought that she would again be confronted by him made her cunt start a
wild tingling. Maybe Dorthy would relent to having her have Shaguth for once... just
for old times sake. Since she had given her pet away, she hadn't regretted it, but having
Shaguth's thick, hot tongue running through her cuntal lips again would be like
meeting an old lover... and that she had
, been very fond of.
"Dorthy!" Harlan called into the living room. "Dorthy, I'm home, and I want to talk to
you."
"So do I!" Susan added forcefully, and she smiled and nodded at Harlan in a playful
manner. The irate husband, in spite of the frustration his wife had put him through,
returned Susan's smile. Somehow, just having her here with him made it look as
though everything was going to work out all right. He would lay down the law, and the
very person who had given Dorthy the dog was going to back him up. It was two
against one, Harlan thought quickly. Dorthy would never be able to hold up against
that.
But there was no answer! Their announcements were met with an utter silence.
"Doesn't look like she's home," Susan commented thoughtfully as she remembered that
Shaguth would always prance about when ever someone came to her house.
"No... it doesn't look like she's home," Harlan said, feeling just a little uncomfortable
being alone with this lovely blonde coed. He had been all set to tell Dorthy a few
things, and he knew that the longer he had to wait, the less forceful he would be with
her. And there was still the matter of his cock, pressing tightly against his pants and
letting him know that he really wanted to get back at his wife by fucking the hot little
cunt standing in his living room. That would show Dorthy, he reasoned as he stared at
the twin mounds of Susan's breasts.
"And Shaguth isn't here either," Susan said casually. "I'll bet Dorthy took him for a
walk."
"Could be. Suppose we have a drink while we wait for them to come back."
"Fine with me," the lovely blonde woman quipped. "I'd like a little white wine. No
point in getting really soused... Hey... wait a minute. How'd you like to smoke a little
pot?"
She asked before she really thought about it. After all, she hardly knew anything about
the man. For all she did know, he would turn her in just for bringing it up.
Harlan, though, was hardly as straight laced as he appeared. When he and Dorthy had
been in college, they had tried a little pot, and found that they liked it. After they were
married, the money they did have had to go for other things, and they had just sort of
gotten out of smoking pot. The few friends they had now, both members and nonmembers of 
the faculty, preferred to do more drinking than other things.
"Yeah... I think that would be kind of nice," he said. "Don't tell me you carry some
around with you."
Susan smiled seductively. "Not a whole hell of a lot," she said, reaching into a hidden
pocket of her skirt. "But a couple of joints. On a day like this, it's sometimes kind of
nice to get a little stoned.
You know... look at the changing colors of the leaves, sort of get the feel of fall in your
body..."
Harlan glanced at his wrist watch, wondering just when Dorthy would get back from
her suspected walk with that dog. Maybe this was what the two of them needed, he
thought as he watched Susan place the thickly rolled joint in her lush, moist lips and
light it. It might be very good for him and Dorthy to get stoned together, the way they
used to do when they were in college. Maybe then, she could see the changes she had
gone through over the last week or so.
He watched with a mounting excitement as Susan inhaled a thick cloud of the white
smoke, wishing that Dorothy would come home right then and there so the three of
them could all get high together. As he took the burning joint from Susan, he moved a
little on the couch. She had been standing since she'd entered his home, and he didn't
think that was really considerate of him. She took a seat just a little too close to him for
his own comfort, but he was certain she wouldn't try anything... not in his own home
with his wife certain to come back any moment!
Susan gazed with an increasing interest at the man so close to her on the couch. He was
really quite handsome, and she could see that he was well endowed. His cock, never
once limp since he had come to meet her outside his home, was pressing against his
pants like a thick snake, trying to tear through the cloth. What amazing control, she
thought in her slightly drug-controlled mind, that he could stand something that
painful-looking without so much as a wince. That karate of his must do some amazing
things to his mind and body.
She took the joint he handed her, letting her fingers brush against his hand lightly in
the teasing manner she like to pull with all men. Even though she was in his home
alone with him, she automatically fell into the little games she played with all men...
tease them... lead them on just to see how far they would go. Harlan was under an
additional strain, especially if his wife wasn't giving him the sex he obviously wanted
from her.
But other than his expanded cock tenting the cloth of his pants, Harlan gave no
indication that she had touched him. In fact, he was remaining totally casual with her,
almost as though she was just his sister... or he weren't in the slightest attracted to her.
"How much time did you spend with Shaguth?" he asked, taking the joint from her
again.
"What do you mean? You mean, how long would I take him out for walks and things
like that?"
"Well... yes... things like that. There's something about that dog that really captured
Dorthy, and I was wondering if you might know what it was."
Welllllllll, Susan thought, inhaling deeply on the joint. So he doesn't know. Interesting.
Very, very interesting. She wondered what he would say if she came right out and told
him that his wife was out fucking the dog at this very moment. Taking him for a walk
indeed. She probably found some nice secluded spot on campus!
"Oooohhh... Shaguth is quite an interesting animal," Susan told him. Leaning slightly
toward him as though she were actually intent on talking to him. Her action produced
a reaction within her own body that she would never have expected.
She could feel herself becoming aroused!
That rarely happened. She could always maintain a careful detachment from the men
she was teasing and leading on. That was the only way she had managed to keep ahead
of them, by making sure that she never became as aroused as they did.
And how it seemed to her that she was getting more aroused.
"Dorothy mentioned that you were a writer for the paper," Harlan said, leaning back
and getting more comfortable in his stoned relaxation. He crossed his legs, ankle over
knee, the total masculinity of him being transmitted by his utter seeming unconcern for
all around him now. "She said that you review all those rock records. I don't know very
much about them. They all sound the same to me."
Susan couldn't help but laugh. "She told me that you and she like Classical music, and
all that sounds the same to me."
Harlan emitted a hearty laugh, his coal-black eyes twinkling with a knowing sparkle... a
friendly sparkle that Susan found totally captivating. Uuuuuuummmmm... she could
tell that she was in the presence of a real man. How could Dorthy be content with just
Shaguth when she had this guy around as well. Susan comically toyed with the idea of
asking Dorthy to give her Harlan in exchange for Shaguth, as long as the dark-haired
wife wasn't making use of her husband.
"What's so funny?" Harlan asked smiling automatically as he noticed a huge grin
creasing the lovely face of the blonde-haired woman sitting close enough to him for
their buttocks to be pressing against each other.
"Oooohhh... nothing, really. Just a little inside joke," she said, feeling herself losing
control. Damn, but Harlan was an exciting man. She wondered what it was about him
that could make her feel like this. She bit on her lower lip almost as though she was
hoping that he would make a pass at her. Damn! If he were to do that, she would take
him up on it right away. There wouldn't be any hesitation on her part this time. No
way!
But he wasn't making a pass, he was just sitting there, self-assured and as detached as
she be.
She decided that maybe she should play out her hand just a little... just to see if she
couldn't break down some of that wall he seemed to have erected around himself.
"You know... it seemed to me that you were just a little pissed off at Dorthy," Susan
said, twisting her body and facing him fully now, offering him a full view of her
generous breasts, highlighted by the fullness of her sweater. "Excuse me if I sound a
little personal, but what with Dorthy working for the paper and all, if there's something
wrong, it does affect me."
Harlan thought that she was getting a little personal. The problems he was having with
Dorthy were really none of her business.
But then he thought the better of that. True. Dorthy's strange behavior was affecting
other people besides just him, and Susan had impressed him as a young woman who
really seemed to know about people and how they reacted.
"To be totally honest with you, Susan," he said after great deliberation, "I was a little
pissed. I still am, though the pot we smoked sort of hides that."
"Oh? Would you like to talk about it? Maybe I can help."
"Well... it's just that... Dorthy seems to be totally lost in a world of her own... one that
includes Shaguth and no one else."
"Oh?"
"I would have thought that she was at least going to her job on the paper. She knows
that we can use the money."
"Yes?"
"Before I met you outside, I naturally assumed that she was going to work. That made
me feel as though I really wasn't important in her life, but now I can see that nothing
is... nothing except that damn dog."
At the mention of Shaguth, Susan felt a slightly erotic tremor ripple through her.
Uuuuuummmmm... As she closed her eyes she could just picture Dorthy laying on her
back, her legs spread as far as she could spread them, with Shaguth's head buried
between the softness of her thighs, his long thick tongue slashing through her pussy
lips. Maybe she was at this moment resting on all fours with Shaguth's forepaws
gripping her waist tightly, his long scarlet penis slipping in and out of her greedily
clasping cunt. The mere thought of what Dorthy could be doing at this very moment,
while she, Susan, was alone with the most exciting man she could remember, caused
another shiver of erotic arousal to sear through her. She could feel her own vagina
starting to seep the heated moisture of her increasing arousal, and for the first time in
her entire life, she began to wish that she were not aroused. Damn! How did things like
this happen? she asked herself. She hoped that Dorthy came home soon. The
temptation to just reach out and touch the huge-looking penis of the man sitting next
to her was getting stronger and stronger with each passing moment.
She wasn't sure if it was the pot she had smoked that was making her feel like this. She
was usually able to contain herself with the men she was trying to lead on... but God
damn it... Harlan was such an exciting man... and he really looked as though he knew
what to do with a woman.
As she leaned toward him, hoping that perhaps he would make the first move, he
continued to drone on, as though he really weren't effected in the slightest by her
presence. She pretended to be interested in what he was telling her about Dorthy,
occasionally answering and nodding her head in a polite fashion as she leaned closer...
closer...
Harlan, even though he was giving the outward appearance of coolness of coolness and
total casualness, was actually a raging, seething inferno inside. He could tell that the
lovely young blonde sitting next to him on the couch was teasing him... leading him on.
He had met her kind before. He was a little luckier than the average man, though. His
training in the martial arts made his mind more disciplined than it otherwise would
have been. He could control his thoughts and body reactions where men without his
training failed.
But he was under a double jeopardy at the moment. The pot he had smoked was
weakening his defenses. He had forgotten how the mind loses a good deal of its
discipline when it is under the influence of pot. And there was the fact that his wife
hadn't give him satisfying sex in such a long time.
He continued to talk as he had ever since Susan and he had bumped into each other,
but while half his mind was on his conversation, the other half was taking a detailed
note of her luscious, ripe body. He couldn't help but note that, as she leaned closer and
closer to him, her breasts were getting larger, swelling as though she were becoming as
aroused as he was, becoming passion ripe melons ready and eager for the touch of his
hand. He saw the cream-like complexion of her flawless face mere inches away from
his, the deep blue of her eyes both innocent and wanton at the same time. Her lips,
lush and moist, were begging to be kissed. He dropped his glance down from her face
along the generous swell of her breasts and further still to her thighs. He noticed that
the hem of her short skirt had risen several inches along her thigh, nearly revealing the
thin nylon panties she was wearing. All he had to do was lean back just a little, and he
would be able to see the crotchband and while lie didn't do that, he could picture it in
his mind as being soaked and darkly stained with the heated flow of her cuntal juices.
Yes, he would see it in her eyes. She was getting aroused and he knew that it was up to
him to make sure that the both of them didn't do something they would regret later. It
was taking all his will to maintain a cool composure, and the constant spasming of his
penis wasn't making things any easier.
But he knew that what ever problems he and Dorthy were having wouldn't be helped
by a fling with the lovely blonde coed that was sitting next to him.
Susan was gazing intently into Harlan's face. She could see the conflict that was
running through his mind clearly transmitted from the coal black eyes. She noted with
some delight that his eyes had dropped away from her face to gaze at the nearly totally
exposed expanse of her fully rounded thighs. He was weakening, she thought with no
small glee.
BUT I'M WEAKENING FASTER!!
She couldn't hold herself back any longer. Pride or no pride, the pot, the thought that
Dorthy was having Shaguth's loving tongue up between her cuntal lips... the strange
and unexplainable excitement being emitted from this man... All were forcing her to
act, and act now.
Without warning, as Harlan continued his casual conversation, she reached out and
touched Harlan's swollen, cloth-encased penis.
Harlan nearly lept off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her
touch on his throbbing cock. But he couldn't move. He had been hoping that
something like this would happen, even though he knew better than to want it too
much. He sat as if transfixed as the lovely blonde stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly,
increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her sweater-covered breasts pressed hotly, softly,
against his arm as she moved still closer to him, knowing that since she had made her
move, there was no point in holding back now. Her lips found his jaw line and traced a
pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of searing fire
over his skin as her hand continued to massage his greatly swollen penis.
After what seemed like an eternity, Harlan finally found his voice. "Susan... please...
we... can't... I..."
"You want to fuck me, Harlan. I know you do. I know that Dorthy hasn't been giving
you what you want... what you need. I can give you those things, Harlan... and I want
to!"
The dark-haired man was still overcome by his shock. Too much so, in fact, to ask her
how she knew about the problems he was having with his wife.
"Please... please..." his voice lacked conviction, and he could feel himself losing the
control he had mentally fought so hard to maintain.
"You want to fuck me, Harlan. I want you to. You want to fuck me... I want you to..."
she chanted as she continued to rub her hand again and again over his cock.
"No... no... no... GOD! YES!!!"
Harlan couldn't help himself. The word tore from his lips in a strangled kind of
whisper. Then his mouth was down on hers his tongue thrusting deep up into her
mouth. Susan's hand began to move faster still on his turgid shaft, and she sucked and
nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around his, darting into his mouth
and then withdrawing as though she were trying to keep some semblance of herself as
the aggressor, even though she knew she was willing to totally submit her will to this
man.
Slowly, almost lovingly, with a gentleness he had shown only his wife, Harlan's hand
began moving upward along Susan's body, seeking and finally finding her breast. He
kneaded the soft, firm flesh through the thickness of her sweater, then reached up
under the cloth to pull her garment up and away, exposing one naked breast with its
desire swollen nipple and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the
seminal fluid which seeped from the tip of his hard, pulsing cock as she continued to
massage him through his pants with a practiced expertise even she had not known she
possessed.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her round, firm
breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what
he was doing hit him with the full force of a karate master's kick.
WHAT IF HIS WIFE CAME HOME THIS VERY MOMENT? WHAT IF SHE CAME
IN AND FOUND HIM MAKING LOVE TO THIS LOVELY WOMAN??
He pulled himself violently from Susan, wrenching his hand away from her breast and
his lips away from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His
face was livid, more from shame that he could not control himself than anything else.
He averted his eyes from the lovely blonde coed, panting raggedly.
"Wha... what's the matter?" she asked, as though she could not believe that a man
would not kill himself for the chance to fuck her at least once.
Harlan couldn't collect his thoughts enough to give her an answer.
"I hope you're not worried about your wife coming home. I don't think she'll be back
for a long time. And even if she did come home, I'll bet she wouldn't care that you
were fucking me."
"No... no... she would care. She would never forgive me. She..."
But again his words lacked conviction, and he knew it. After the way Dorthy had been
acting lately, she wouldn't care about anything!
"She won't be back," the enticing young girl said, almost desperately. "Please... you
want to fuck me as much as I want you to. It'll be wonderful, Harlan, and your wife
won't care at all."
"No!" he said with a voice that frightened her, jumping up from the couch. "I can't! I
won't!" His heart was hammering 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. The
problems he and his wife were having certainly didn't need to be made any worse.
He walked over to the picture window of his house, gazing at the setting sun.
And from behind him, Susan's voice whispered urgently...
"Harlan... look at me."
He turned around, determined that he was not going to fall prey to her. When his eyes
fixed on her, he found that he couldn't say anything. His mouth dropped to the floor
and his eyes felt as though they were trying to bulge from his head.
Susan was busy taking her clothes off. She had already removed her sweater, revealing
the lusciousness of her rounded breasts, and was at this moment unzipping the side
zipper of her skirt, letting the garment fall to the floor, revealing her body to him, clad
only in her skimpy bikini panties. And even as he stood immobilized, she removed
them as well, offering to him the complete nakedness of her form.
Harlan felt his mouth going dry as he stared at the enticing perfect nakedness of his
young woman. While he was a master of defense, both on the chess board and in the
martial arts, he was completely unprepared for this type of attack, and he could only
stare, feeling his cock lurching in his pants. Susan was standing with her legs spread
apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, the tip of her wet tongue showing
provocatively through her moistened lips. The seething, passion-flushed lips of her
golden-rimmed cunt seemed to throb as he stared at them, unable to take his eyes off
her flawless beauty. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver and shimmer
with an excitement of their own, the nipples hard and distended. Her long, slender legs
were glistening with the flowing juices of her demanding arousal washing down from
her passion-flowered vaginal crevice.
"Please..." she whispered as a little girl might beg for some gift she wants desperately.
Her lovely face was contorted in a strange combination of passion and desperation, as
though the only thing in the world she wanted was for him to come over to her.
Harlan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. He could only stare at her...
and his cock began to pulse maddeningly.
Slowly, Susan lowered her hands and pressed her fingertips to her already glistening
golden cuntal mound, caressing herself between her legs, her nails glistening as they
were washed by the heated moisture from her pussy as they blazed a path through her
yellow cuntal down. When her fingers reached the pink slit between her legs, she placed
a thumb and forefinger of one hand on either side, spreading apart the soft, shining
lips, revealing the trembling bud of her fully erect clitoris to Harlan's amazed gaze.
With her other hand, she traced up her cuntal slit until her fingertip came in contact
with her tiny phallus. She tweaked it once... twice, increasing the flow of her heated
cuntal lubrication running down her smooth, inner thighs. Then her middle finger went
lower and slipped easily inside, between the lips of her excited vagina. She buried it to
the first knuckle, then pulled it out... then re-inserted it... pulled it out... again and
again, fucking herself with a glazed eyed abandon. She could see that she was cutting
through Harlan's defenses, and she hoped that she was successful. She was staking her
entire reason on being able to have him fuck her. She was no longer teasing him. This
was for real, and she would never be able to live with herself if she failed.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, trying and failing to maintain a semblance of
her control over herself. "I want you to fuck me with you big, hard cock. I want to feel
it in my cunt, love... now... now..."
Harlan couldn't believe that she was going through so much trouble. He had never met
a woman so utterly wanton, so totally demanding as Susan was. Thoughts were flying
through his mind at the speed of light, and he was unable to latch onto any one of
them long enough to make sense of what was happening to him.
He knew only one thing... HE HAD TO FUCK HER! HE HAD TO FUCK THE WOMAN WHO WAS 
DESPERATELY FINGERING HER VAGINA RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!!!
Slowly, as though he were watching himself in a dream, he felt his body reacting. He
methodically took off his clothes and walked forward, his arms outstretched, reaching
for her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her cunt as he
approached, and he heard, as though it were far in the distance, squeal of approval as
she allowed herself to be claimed like some prize in a great contest... one in which there
were no losers. His hands went right to her, pulling her finger away from her tight,
young cunt with a loud wet sluicing sound. He rubbed her body hard against his,
grinding her naked hips into his as his mouth located her soft, moist lips.
He shivered as he felt her slender fingers curl around the throbbing thickness of his
penis, trying to circle his hardened shaft. He felt his fears glide right off his shoulders as
he sank to the floor, the voluptuous young coed clasped securely in his arms.
He covered her body with hot eager kisses, and felt his cock swell and expand even
more as she tried to pressure it. While she fondled and massaged lightly the towering
shaft of blood-engorged flesh between his muscular thighs, his own hands were
searching and probing between her legs, finally finding the velvety folds of her
lubricated pussy.
With his fingers, he could feel the hot, soft invitation of her delectable young pussy,
moist and fragile, the petal-shaped opening warm and yielding to his gentle, though
firm caresses. He slipped his finger into the liquid-like flesh of her vagina, feeling her
hardened little clitoris trembling against his fingertip. He couldn't wait much longer.
He had to have his heavy, lust-engorged penis in her hot little cunt, and nothing was
going to stop him now!
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm... put your cock in me from the back!" Susan said,
remembering the pleasure she used to receive when Shaguth did it to her like that. She
was convinced that, with the memory of her beloved dog added to the hugeness of
Harlan's fully expanded cock, she would be getting the best fucking of her entire life.
Before the wildly aroused husband had a chance to say anything, she rolled over on her
stomach and presented the firm globes of her shapely little buttocks to him. Harlan
smiled and chuckled as his hands went out and kneaded the pliant flesh, grasping her
firmly by her hips and raising her up until she was on her knees. His eyes stared
hypnotized at the tantalizing orbs, smooth and round without flaw, and unerringly, he
guided the thick shaft of his penis toward the faint glimmer of moist flesh visible below
the graceful curve of her ass.
Without warning, her hands reached back, as she had done so many times with
Shaguth, grasping his hardened penis in her slender fingers. She was a little shocked
when she felt the amazing thickness of it, letting her know that this was not Shaguth,
her dog, but the hardened shaft of a huge, human cock. Without preamble, she began
to guide it toward the twitching entrance to her hungry valley.
Harlan, his hands digging into the softly, resilient dough of her buttocks, needed no
further invitation or encouragement. With a heave, he flicked his hips forward, planting
his mammoth cock half-way up the wet, slippery sluice of her naked young pussy.
"Uuuuuuuuuugggggggmmmmmmmm... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." Susan moaned as
she felt her cuntal passage flowering open to accept the full length and girth of his
penis, delighting as her soft willing walls slipped around the searing penile flesh like a
soft, velvet glove. She moaned during the whole of his penetration until he finally hit
bottom, the hard rubbery head of his swollen penis pressing against the sensitive
membrane of her cervix, his contracting balls fitting neatly beneath the rounded spheres
of her ass-cheeks.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh" Susan sighed again, feeling totally filled with the hugeness
of his masculinity, completely impaled on his blood-engorged cock. She could feel the
crisp, ebony curls of his own pubic hair tickling the soft skin of her ass, and she knew
that he had planted every lusting inch of his cock in her depths. She loved the sensation
of being entered from behind. The animal quality of it reminded her so much of
Shaguth, bringing back memories of her loving dog.
Slowly, Harlan began to pull out, easing his bloated shaft from Susan's soft, welcoming
depths until just the head was nestled between the resilient moons of her buttocks,
before ramming forward again.
. nnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhmmmmm... ooooohhhhh... that's lovely... that's beautiful...
lovely... she moaned in her total relief that she finally had his cock in her.
Harlan was beside himself now. There was only the thought of fucking this woman on
his mind as he began to move his heavy penis inside her, taking a great delight at
Susan's eager response as he rotated his cock, shivering at the throb of her inner vaginal
walls as she flexed them with dexterous ease. It was the way Dorthy used to fuck back
before that dog had entered their lives. Her cuntal walls began a rhythmic squeezing,
contracting and milking until he felt that he would ejaculate at any moment from the
delicious pressure.
He began to fuck in and out of her, loving her back thrusts as he plunged to enter, and
thrilling to her tightening as he excited. It had been a long time since he had had
anything that could be considered a real fucking, and he was going to make the most of
this young little cunt.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts, which were
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 of his body was building up to a feverish pitch, and his furious
pumping increased in velocity. Their bodies were bucking against each other, fitting and
joining with machine precision.
"God... that's it... fuck back... move that ass of yours," Harlan gasped, his face a mask of
sweat, his head flailing from side to side.
"Oooohhh... you... feel... so... good... inside... me..." Susan moaned, meaning every word
she uttered, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. "I... I'm going to cum... I'm
almost there... I... I... AAAGGGHHH ...!!!"
And Susan was climaxing, her buttocks waving wildly, the force of her spasms jerking
his penis unbearably. Her mouth was open, and she looked as though she was trying to
scream. But no sound came out. Harlan couldn't notice any on this, though, because he
was cumming as well... cumming with a force he hadn't known for almost a full week.
A deep, strangled moan escaped his lips as he pounded his hips against her thrashing
buttocks with the desperate strength of a pile-driver gone out of control, and he
moaned again and again in frenzied abandon as the rumblings of his scalding sperm
rushed like molten lava from the depths of his balls and flooded into the steaming
depths of her vagina. Stream after stream of his burning creamy thickness surged along
the tube of his cock into her gratefully accepting pussy.
"Keep... fucking... back..." he whispered hoarsely as he felt, with some disappointment,
the last of his semen entering her thirsting cunt. Finally, it was over, and they lay
against each other, his cock becoming deflated and flaccid, both panting, their
commingled fluids staining the living room rug.
As he lay there, finally able to collect his thoughts for the first time in he couldn't
remember how long, he could see exactly what had happened. His wife and her strange
desire not to give him what he wanted had forced him to act in a way that was not
totally in keeping with his life style. While there was no doubt that he had loved
fucking this hot little blonde cunt, that was all it had been... a release of pent up
emotion. It had been the best fucking he had had in a long time, but there hadn't been
any love connected with it. He still loved his wife, and he wanted her, not the lovely
blonde coed that fate had strangely thrown at him. He knew that, even though he had
just released all his emotion, he still had to deal with his wife. And what's more, he
wanted to deal with her. The short reprieve he had experienced with Susan wouldn't
last long. Even now, as he waited for something of a warm after glow he had come to
know with his wife, he was feeling...
He was feeling nothing. No regret or guilt, but no incredible satisfaction either. Despite
the totality of his fuck, he still felt strangely empty, and he knew that that feeling could
only be removed by fucking the woman he really loved... Dorthy.
And he was still just a little afraid that she might come home at any moment, see him
lying on the floor as naked as Susan, and launch into an anger that he would never be
able to deal with.
"Uuuuuummm... are you always this quiet after you fuck someone?" Susan asked in a
dreamy voice. She didn't care who fucked her, as long as it felt good, and she was
feeling pretty good right now.
"No... not always. I was just thinking..."
Susan had a pretty good idea what he was thinking about. She, like Harlan, really didn't
relish the idea of being caught by Dorthy. There was something to be said for
discretion, she thought. She opened her eyes and gazed rather casually around the
living room...
And then she saw it. She could have kicked herself for not seeing it before, but she had
had her mind on other things when she had first come into the house.
Shaguth's leash was hanging right by the door.
And Susan knew from experience that Shaguth was pretty wild when he got outside.
Dorthy certainly wouldn't take a chance on letting him run loose... not if she knew
what-his amazing talents were.
That could only mean one thing. Dorthy hadn't gone out with Shaguth at all. She must
still be in the house! And what with all the noise she and Harlan had been making, she
must be having Shaguth lick her vagina right at this moment.
Of course! It was the only explanation that made any sense. Dorthy was still in the
house.
Susan smiled as she wondered just what Harlan would think if he knew the real truth
behind that "Damn dog", as he called the great German shepherd. She was certain that
he would never believe her if she just came right out and told him. No, the proof would
be in the seeing, and she was going to try and find Dorthy right now.
With a sudden surge of strength, Susan picked her naked body up off the living room
floor and looked around the lower level of the house. There were no closed doors down
here. She looked at the stairs, thinking that Dorthy would have to be up there
somewhere. She started walking to the stairs, when Harlan noticed what she was doing.
"Hey... where you going?" he asked, more than a little confused.
"I'm looking for your wife," she answered, once again in control of her knowing,
teasing smile.
"You're what?" Harlan couldn't believe that he had heard correctly.
"I think she's in the house here. Upstairs, I'd bet. Come on and take a look with me."
She started climbing the stairs, and Harlan went after her. The last thing he needed was
for his wife to see a young naked girl walking around the house. Even though he
thought she was crazy, there was no point in taking chances...


Chapter 7

Susan stood at the top of the stairs, not really knowing if Harlan was following her, and
not really caring all that much. She didn't even stop to think as to what it might be that
was driving her to try and find Dorthy and Shaguth. Maybe it was being stoned. Maybe
it was the memory of Shaguth's wonderful tongue lapping across her vagina. What ever
the reason, Susan was feeling giddy and excited, and she wanted to prove to herself
once and for all that Dorthy and Shaguth were having a grand old time.
Vaguely, she heard Harlan ask her just what the fuck she thought she was doing, but
she ignored him. Turning her head to the right, she saw the bedroom of the Burnetts.
Seeing that the door was open, she quickly surmised that Dorthy would never be in
there with Shaguth. Dorthy had never struck Susan as the kind of women who would
fuck a dog with an open door.
Turning her head to the left, she saw a row of open doors... and one that was closed!
That had to be where Dorthy was with Shaguth.
Harlan reached the head of the stairs just as Susan made her decision to check out the
room with the closed door.
"Susan!" Harlan called out to her, trying to grab her around her lovely, hour-glass
shaped waist but missing. "Just what the hell...?"
"Come on and take a look," Susan teased, placing her hand on the door knob. "I'd bet
everything I own that Dorothy is in here."
Harlan opened his mouth to say something, but the lovely blonde girl moved just a
little too fast for him. She pulled the door open and stood there, her face at first
betraying her shock, and then creasing into a huge broad grin.
For the first time since he had fucked the lovely coed, Harlan felt guilty. If Susan was
right and Dorthy was there, he would certainly have a lot of explaining to do, what
with both he and Susan naked.
For a moment, he waited for what he was certain would be an angry spewing forth
from his wife. There was no way she would be able to remain calm with a lovely naked
girl looking at her.
But nothing happened. Dorthy wasn't saying anything. Confused, Harlan walked
forward, turning his head slightly to one side as he did when he was deep thought and
things were not happening the way he thought they should.
"I told you Dorthy and Shaguth were here," Susan said as she stepped to one side and
allowed Harlan to look into the bathroom. Harlan gave Susan a strange look, and then
glanced into the bathroom, not knowing what to expect.
He looked away for a moment...
And then did an almost comical double take. It couldn't be true. He squinted his eyes,
wondering if the pot he had been smoking were making him see things that just
couldn't be.
But it was true.
THAT WAS HIS WIFE, LAYING ON HER SIDE, TOTALLY NAKED, WITH SHAGUTH'S HEAD BETWEEN HER 
THIGHS, HIS LONG THICK TONGUE LASHING BETWEEN HER PASSION FLUSHED CUNTAL LIPS...
AND SHE HAD HIS SLENDER COCK IN HER MOUTH AT THE SAME TIME!!!
Harlan blinked rapidly, as though he had something in his eye. This couldn't be true!
This had to be some sort of joke! Things like this just didn't happen... not with Dorthy!
Not with his loving wife!!!
Harlan felt the strength flowing out of his legs, and it was only with an after thought
that he managed to grab a hold of the door knob to prevent himself from falling to the
floor.
Susan came up behind him and pressed her head against his, as eager to see what was
happening as Harlan was to make the incredible sight vanish.
"I kind of thought this was what was happening," the lovely naked blonde whispered
into his ear. "I kind of thought that once she found out about Shaguth, she would..."
Harlan spun around, his face a vivid red, evidence of his deeply seething anger.
"You mean that... you knew about this?" His voice was jerky, and even though he was
trying to sound as angry as he could, his voice was barely above a whisper.
"Shhhhhhhh... let's just watch," Susan said, smiling like a child and biting on her lower
lip. "I've never seen anything like this myself. I've never even thought of it."
She ignored Harlan's steely gaze as she fixed her eyes on the lascivious spectacle. She
herself had never sucked on a man's cock more vigorously than Dorthy was sucking the
beloved dog's long, beveled cock at this very moment. The young brown-haired wife
was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she scarcely noticed that she was being
watched, and Susan had to force herself to keep from chuckling. Dorthy was even more
adventurous that Susan would have given her credit for. Damn, but she really looked
like she knew how to give Shaguth a good time. With Susan watching with a strange
mounting excitement, and Harlan watching, still trying to make himself believe that
this couldn't be happening, Dorthy filled the bathroom with loud, wet sucking sounds
that sounded like a waterfall to Harlan's drug-altered hearing.
Dorthy was totally lost in the pleasure washing through her body as, with a hungering
animalism she had never known before, she 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 bestial dog-cum shooting into her mouth... dribbling down
her throat... scalding and flooding her yearning little 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 balls, delighting at the hugely swollen feel of them. She began to
milk and caress then as she noisily slavered over and sucked at his hugely thickened
penis. Oooohhh... damn... damn... she was going to cum and cum and cum like an
atomic explosion beneath his beautiful hot tongue! She heard him whine, then yip in
his own animal ecstasy.
Harlan was just beginning to collect his senses. This really was happening! This wasn't
some sort of a joke. Dorthy could never be doing something like this unless she were
really enjoying it.
Harlan could feel the control of his karate trained body slipping away. Shit! Just what
the hell did she think she was doing? The only time he had tried to lick her pussy she
had stopped his head well before his tongue was able to reach to the delightfully
puckered indentation of her belly button, and he remembered the expression of disgust
on her face when he merely suggested that she suck his cock. Hell... he'd been able to
accept that.
THEN JUST WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GET OFF WITH SUCKING A DOG'S COCK LIKE THIS??? HOW 
COULD SHE TAKE A DOG'S PENIS INTO HER MOUTH AND HAVE HIM LICK AT HER PUSSY WHEN SHE 
WOULDN'T ALLOW HER HUSBAND TO DO THE SAME THING???
He started to enter the bathroom, anger and hatred burning in his eyes, but his forward
motion was checked by Susan's amazingly gentle hand.
"Let her finish," the blond coed whispered. "Just let her finish, then talk to her."
Harlan wasn't sure that it was a good idea, but he did as he was requested. Hell, what
more could happen? It wasn't as though this were another man fucking her, though he
wasn't so sure he wouldn't rather it be another man.
Susan, Harlan, but especially Dorthy all listened to Shaguth as his little yelp became
almost a guttural snarl at the same moment his muscular flanks began to hump
furiously, driving his massive unrelenting cock deep down into Dorthy's throat! His
sudden, unexpected lurch triggered wild, untamed sensations of sensual joy inside the
seething belly of the young wife, and her moan filled the entire bathroom as she knew
that Shaguth's moment had arrived. Her groan washed out of her lips around his
mouth-filling penis, wildly swallowing until his dog-cum began to spasm into her
mouth with a volcano-like eruption, spewing out in thickly cascading gushes of scalding
liquid sperm from the bloated reservoir of his heavily inflated balls!
At that moment. Dorthy was driven almost insane with the intensity of her 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 though he were pissing down her throat, the climaxing German shepherd
continued to cum, the lust-charging sensation firing Dorthy's orgasm like the most
powerful tornado known to mankind. And on and on it went, Dorthy's body
shuddering and quivering and vibrating as though a million volts of electricity were
being shot through her. Harlan watched with boy jealously and wonder. God! How was
it possible that a dog could produce this reaction in his wife?
Harlan could see now why his wife had been acting so strangely for the past week or so.
No wonder she hardly reacted to his own penis. She was so worn out from fucking this
dog of hers that she didn't have any strength left for anything else.
As Dorthy began to slow her near violent body spasms, Harlan took a deep breath and
decided to confront his wife once and for all. The time had come to get everything out
in the open, and Harlan wasn't going to be put off by Susan, Shaguth or anyone else.
"All right, Dorthy," he said as he entered the bathroom. "You've had your fun."
Both Shaguth and Dorthy looked up. The dog, seeing that the man was angry, let loose
with a low, warning snarl, though he did recognize the man.
Dorthy's reaction, though was so totally surprising that Harlan actually began to fear
for her sanity.
"Ooo... hello, Harlan," she said in a dreamy voice. "When did you get home?"
"When did I...? Dorthy, what the fuck's the matter with you?" Harlan asked, not
wanting to think that his wife and actually lost her mind over a dog.
"Matter with me? Why... nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all, now that Shaguth has
shown me what pleasure really is."
"Dorthy! Look at me. I'm your husband, for the love of God! How can you be acting
like this?" Dorthy looked at him as though she really didn't recognize him. Then she
smiled. "Why... it's easy. I feel really good, and Shaguth made it possible. Feeling good
is so wonderful, so nice."
Shit... Dorthy was really losing her mind. She was acting like some of those hard drug
users he had seen on the television, and he backed away from her, as though his
closeness to her would make her all the worse.
But if Harlan was confused and bewildered, Susan knew exactly what was needed.
There wasn't really anything wrong with Dorthy. She was just over compensating. A
little touch of reality would bring her around, and Susan knew exactly what to do.
She brushed the confused Harlan aside and entered the bathroom.
"Hello, Dorthy," Susan said in a friendly tone. "Ooooohhh... hello Susan," Dorthy said
dream-like. "I never got a chance to thank you for giving me Shaguth."
"And hello to you, Shaguth," Susan said, pretty much ignoring Dorthy's attempt to be
friendly.
Dorthy started to say something when the huge, recently depleted German shepherd,
seeing his old mistress, began to prance around. His dog-face was suddenly bright and
happy-looking, and his body began to shake with a mounting excitement.
"Oooohhh... I don't think that Shaguth will want to have anything to do with..."
Dorthy started to say, but as soon as she saw the dog walking to the naked young
blonde woman, his own face dropped to the floor. What was happening here? After
what she and the wonderful dog had been through over the week, how was it possible
that he could want to be with Susan again? Especially after she had just deserted him!
Shaguth was eager to see his old mistress, and as soon as he sniffed instinctively at her,
making sure that she was who he thought she was, his tongue lashed out at her vagina.
Susan knew it was merely a friendly gesture, but there was no denying the fact that it
felt wonderful, having his long, warm tongue slicing through her vaginal lips once
more.
"Uuuuummmm..." she said, nearly falling to her knees as her strength left her legs. She
lowered her hands and took the dog's great head between them, kneading her fingers
behind his ears, knowing that he liked that very much.
Harlan stared at what was happening to Susan and the dog. He had heard of women
who liked things like this, but he had never known any, and he had been pretty sure
that the stories he had heard were just that... stories. But now he could see that those
stories were true... and he was with two women who were like that!
The newness of the situation filled him with a strange feeling in his stomach. He could
see now why his wife had been acting so strangely for the last five days or so, and for
that little bit of knowledge he was very grateful. At least knowing what the problem was
would make it possible for him to solve it.
But what could he do? After he had seen his wife sucking Shaguth's cock, while the
massive dog was licking and sucking her vagina, he was at a total loss to act.
But it didn't make any difference. Susan and Dorthy were lost in a world all their own.
Without any shame whatsoever, Susan finally lowered her lush, naked body to the
floor, allowing Shaguth to slice his thick, damp tongue through the golden curls of her
pussy hair. Dorthy didn't seem to care one bit that her husband was still standing at the
doorway of the bathroom. All she felt was a sudden surge of jealousy... jealousy that
Shaguth could be so fickle.
Her hazel eyes blazing a fiery hatred for the young blonde girl, and a strong sense of
disappointment over her beloved dog's eagerness to lick another vagina, the young wife
crawled on her hands and knees and circled Shaguth's waist.
"Don't do that to her," Dorthy wailed, trying to pull the muscular body of the dog away
from Susan's now wide-spread legs.
The low throaty growl that came from Shaguth's throat made Dorthy stiffen with fear,
and she quickly removed her hands from the furry body, a puzzled look on her face.
"Why... why... SHAGUTH!" she said, total surprise and hurt in her voice. "Why are
you licking her cunt when you can lick mine all you want?"
Shaguth, of course, couldn't answer, but Susan sensed what the young wife was
thinking. With the last of her reason and strength, she managed to eek out the words
that Harlan had been trying to say, but couldn't because of his shock.
"Look Dorthy, why don't you take care of your husband?"
"My husband?" Dorthy whispered, as though she' were trying to make her mind
understand the words.
"That's right, honey," Harlan ventured. "That's me. Remember?"
Dorthy looked at Shaguth with his face buried deeply between the lush, naked thighs of
the blonde girl, staring as though she were coming out of a trance. Then she slowly
turned her head and saw her husband standing at the door, his naked, powerful body
that of a stranger's for a moment.
And then her whole world collapsed in on her!
She looked as though she were trying to hold back tears... tears of shame, rage, jealousy,
happiness... all her emotions mixed and jumbled, so that she really didn't know what
she should do or say. Her husband was naked. Susan was naked, and they had come
into the bathroom together. That could only mean one thing... THEY HAD BEEN
FUCKING!!!! AND THEY HAD SEEN HER BEING LICKED AND SLAVED-OVER BY THE WONDERFUL DOG!!!
What was her husband thinking? How could he have been fucking Susan... right in his
own home?
Visions flowed like running water through Dorthy's mind... visions of the last week,
when she had been ignoring her husband's simple requests... ignoring her own well
being. She heard the voice of her mind repeating those things her husband had said to
her over the last few days... heard her own childish replies... remembered how she had
been living for one thing and one thing alone... the amazing dog which had been given
to her, and which was now being taken away from her.
"Honey," Harlan said softly, seeing that his wife needed reassurance at this very
moment. He took a step into the bathroom and held out his hands, offering them to
her, hoping that she would take them. He could see that she was unsure of her own
future, and he wanted to let her know that he held no grudges against her. He was
hardly in a position to feel jealous. Even though she had just about driven him into the
arm of another woman, he knew that it had been his own decision to fuck Susan. He
was willing to forgive Dorthy for all she had put him through over the past week if she
was willing to forgive him his one and only transgression.
Dorthy raised her arms, and wound her fingers around her husband's hands. Her tear
streaked face was childish, pitiable and loving at the same time.
"Darling," she said, biting on her lower lip and trying to regain her composure. "I... I
don't deserve you... Not after all the hell I've put you through. How can you ever
forgive me?"
"I can forgive you, Dorthy, because I love you," Harlan said in a soothing voice.
"Besides, I've been far from perfect myself. I should have seen what was happening to
you. Maybe if I had been more understanding... more open with you..."
"Aaaaahhhh...!" the lusting moan that Susan made caused both Dorthy and Harlan to
look at her, and they were aroused by the sight of her quivering thighs spread as far
apart as possible, allowing Shaguth to send his searing pleasure-giving tongue deeply
into her yearning cuntal sluice. Harlan's eyes zoomed in on her wetly glistening cuntal
hair, remembering the pleasure he had felt when her passion-flushed vaginal lips
tightened around his hard, throbbing penis. Dorthy knew exactly what the young
blonde woman was going through as she saw Shaguth's damp tongue lash out again
and again, reaching deeply through the young girl's eagerly aroused pussy channel. Just
the mere thought of the bliss and pleasure Susan was going through caused Dorthy's
cunt to begin quivering again. She wanted to have Shaguth's tongue in her cunt...
No... , She wanted her husband's cock...
The dog's tongue...
Her husband's thick throbbing penis...
Her mind reeled with the internal conflict. She couldn't have both. And she knew that
she couldn't have both. While Harlan watched in his own transfixed state, Dorthy
allowed her eyes to wander from Shaguth to Susan to her husband...
And there she allowed her eyes to rest. She could see how aroused her husband was. As
Harlan stood nakedly in the door way, his massive cock had ballooned to such
incredible proportions that it was no longer necessary for Dorthy to hesitate any longer.
She couldn't remember a time when his penis had look so huge. It was like a towering
pine, thrusting out from the dark jungle of his pubic thatch, complimenting his
powerful body, making him look so totally masculine, so totally virile...
That she had to have him. She felt as though she had gone through a total revamping
of her life... a cold shower that had completely revitalized her... a mental bath that had
turned her life around, allowing her to see the things she had been missing in her little
mental shelter.
"Darling," she whispered, her' voice barely carrying above the constant moaning of
Susan's. The young blonde girl was so totally lost in the pleasure Shaguth was bringing
her that she hardly noticed what was happening.
"Dorthy... I... I wish there were something I could say... Something I could do."
Dorthy looked into her husband's eyes, seeing nothing but love for her.
"There is something you can do," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes and
managing a smile. "You can... you can let me suck your penis."
Harlan wasn't sure that he had heard her correctly. In all the time they had been
married, she had never requested anything like that. For a moment, Harlan was too
flabbergasted to say anything, but then he thought the better of it. Yes... something
good had come out of her having the dog. Her mind had been opened up. She was able
to see that there was more to sex than just having her husband fuck his penis into her.
There were so many things that she could derive pleasure from. All she had to do was
want them. Shaguth and his tongue and cock had been a little drastic, to be sure, but
she had needed something like that.
And Harlan sure as hell wasn't going to worry about where she had picked up her
training. Dog or no dog, he had his wife back, and that was all that mattered.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, bending down and looking deeply into
her eyes.
"After the cock-sucking I just gave Shaguth, I think I would like to compare you with
the dog."
Harlan gave a throaty chuckle and stood up. Then he looked down at his wife, who was
still on her hands and knees. He closed his eyes and moaned out his passion as he felt
her fingers lightly brushing against the hardening shaft of his immense penis, and he
couldn't suppress the shudder of pleasure which her touch afforded him. He didn't
know what to do. This was the first time anything had happened to him when he
wasn't alone, but a quick glance at Susan revealed that she could hardly be concerned
with anything but her own pleasure brought about by Shaguth's deep-plunging tongue.
And there was the wonderfully strange feeling of his wife's hand tightening around the
shaft again, after having been so long without it. Her grip was firm, almost wanton,
more so than Harlan thought he could have hoped for, and he knew at that point that
nothing was going to make him reject her exquisite caresses.
Dorthy's mind was a whirlwind. As though she were waking from a dream, she
couldn't believe the events of the last hour or so, that her husband, stark naked, had
actually come into her little world and seen her sucking on Shaguth's penis while the
great dog licked her vagina, and that Susan had been standing there with him, as naked
as Harlan was. Dorthy could see that her own selfishness had caused her husband to
look for his pleasure elsewhere, and she was going to show him now that his search was
over. She was his wife, and she was going to be the best wife she could. He had been so
good to her... so patient... he deserved nothing else.
She smiled in her mounting lustful passion as she heard her husband grunt his pleasure
as her fingers circled his tumescent cock, which was fully erect, standing out rigidly in
front of him. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back in eager anticipation
of what his wife was about to do to him. It had been some time since his cock had been
sucked... years... and he knew that lie would delight in it.
Susan, even though she was busy having her cunt licked skillfully by her dog... her 
exdog, couldn't help but look as Dorthy once again claimed her husband. She turned her
dazed blonde head just in time to see Dorthy's tongue lash out and swipe Harlan's
member with a full sweep of saliva, causing him to moan again in frenzied pleasure.
While Shaguth licked at her quivering, fire-filled pussy with long sweeps of his animal
tongue, Susan watched fascinated as Dorthy began to run her tongue up and down the
length of his now lustfully throbbing penis, dipping and swirling with gathering
momentum, while at the same time her hand pumped spasmodically at the dangling
scrotum of his balls, kneading and caressing the flaccid flesh carefully. The sight of this
added to the fermentations steeping in her loins, as though the mere sight of seeing a
wife, licking her husband's cock and balls were the icing on the cake of her own
seething pussy being licked and sucked by Shaguth. Even though she could feel her
own orgasm beginning to mount higher and higher in her young, seething-loins, she
couldn't draw her eyes away from the sight. Yes, she could remember what it had felt
like, having Harlan's penis sawing in and out of her own young body, and she
remembered how her mouth had watered at the size of his penis. But it seemed to her
as though it was larger now than it had been a little while ago. And so soon after he
had filled her own cunt with his cum.
God! The thing looked so much larger than Randy's too, and she couldn't hold back a
gasp of envy at the thought that Dorthy could make Harlan's penis so massive with just
a few swipes of her tongue. Clearly, the young girl thought, Dorthy underrated her
abilities.
Shaguth's tongue slithered deeply into her cuntal passage as Susan watched the
spectacle of Dorthy taking her husband's cock in her hands, and she drew in her breath
suddenly as Dorthy opened her mouth and enclosed the hard, rubbery head of Harlan's
cock between her shapely lips, trapping his penis in her hot little orifice as her lips
tightened around the mushroom-shaped bluntness like a rubber band. Susan could see,
from the movement of Dorthy's cheeks, that the young wife's tongue was swirling
around inside, coating the heavily pulsing head with her saliva. Susan would never have
thought that Dorthy was capable of something like this, and the young blonde knew
that Harlan and Dorthy had Shaguth to thank for the pleasure that was possible to
them now. Susan watched with wide-eyed amazement as Harlan's cock continued to
expand from the oral caressing Dorthy was giving the head, and Susan could see the
tumultuous throbbing of the blue venous underside as red hot blood pumped through
it. His sperm-filled testicles were squirming and contracting, and he began a slow
flexing motion of his hips, driving more of his hard shaft into Dorthy's contorted face.
It was at that moment that Susan knew that the dog's tongue in her cunt, as good as it
was, would not be enough. She had to have more. Quickly, her eyes shifted from the
mammoth cock starting to fuck in and out of Dorthy's mouth and fixed on the slowly
gyrating hips of the young wife. Uuuuummmm... Dorthy was becoming aroused as
well, Susan could see. Her pussy was making nibbling motions in the air, and even as
the young wife sucked and held onto her husband's cock with one hand, her other
hand was slowly creeping toward her own passion-flushed vaginal lips. Susan watched
as Dorthy thrust a finger into her seething pussy hole, and at that moment, Susan knew
what was needed.
"Dorthy... Dorthy," the young blonde gasped, feeling her sanity leaving her from the
incredible cunt licking she was receiving from Shaguth. "Dorthy... please... put your
cunt on my mouth. I... I want to suck you while you suck your husband."
Susan wasn't sure if Dorthy heard her or not. She really wished that Dorthy would do
as she wanted. It would bring the two of them so much closer together, and it would let
Susan know that Dorthy held no grudge that she had borrowed her husband for a
while.
At first, Dorthy didn't understand what Susan had said. Her mind was completely fixed
on the pleasure she was receiving from having her husband's cock in her mouth. It was
so different from Shaguth's... so much larger... so much thicker., and it was her
husband's cock.
Uuuuuummm... if she had only done this thing long ago, she would never have lived
through the last week like she had. True, Harlan had tried to get her to do this, but she
had been to small minded then. She had had some growing up to do, and now that she
had completed her sexual maturation, she was fully able to delight in all forms of sexual
pleasure.
Without removing her lips from her husband's penis, deeply implanted in her mouth,
she turned her head and saw that she had heard Susan correctly. There was a desperate
look on the young girl's face... one that could only mean one thing. Dorthy had never
once thought of having her cunt licked by another woman, but after all the things she
and Shaguth had been through, it seemed silly not to want something like that now.
She groaned as her fingers reached through her moist vaginal lips and touched her
quivering little clitoris, titillating it and sending shivers of delight running through her
aroused body, her eyes once again returning to the base of her husband's penis moving
faster and faster in and out of her mouth.
YES! YES! She could do what Susan wanted her to do now! The very thought of having
a woman lick her pussy while she sucked on her husband's penis was almost enough to
set her own orgasm off.
Inching closer and closer to Susan's flailing face, she pulled her husband along with
her, determined that she would not lose a precious moment of having his penis in her
mouth under any circumstances. Lifting up one leg, she inched her body finally so that
she was kneeling over Susan's passion-contorted face, sighing as she felt Susan's tongue
instantly pressing tightly against her lust-moistened vaginal flanges. She had done it!
Her mind was reeling with an internal glee she would never have thought possible. She
had actually planted her wet open pussy on Susan's mouth.
Susan herself was beset with passion. She opened her eyes and visually bored into the
brown loins of the young wife, whose cunt was tight against her lips. It was grasping,
eager, demanding to be licked, just as her own pussy was being licked by her beloved
dog.
Susan knew exactly what to do. Her tongue shot out and she tasted the warm piquant
juice of Dorthy's eagerly throbbing young cunt. Her hands slid up, reaching under the
young wife's slender thighs and digging into her thin, wet, burnt-colored fleece as her
tongue set to work diligently on the throbbing pink flesh rimming her nose and mouth.
Shaguth was still swirling his tongue maddeningly around inside her own cunt,
shooting tidal waves of pleasure up the length of her body, and she in turn began to
transmit the mad licking from below to a new goal, to the searing demanding flesh of
another woman's cunt.
Susan licked and sucked almost blindly at the grinding pussy above her, tasting the
flowing lubrication, slapping, darting her tongue in the ecstasy of oral stimulation. She
could se Dorthy's clitoris as it nestled between the thin protective pussy lips. She stared
at the small star-like hole guarding the vaginal entrance and plunged her tongue into it,
making Dorthy moan out loud around the mouth filling presence of Harlan's thick,
throbbing penis. Susan swept her tongue up and down along Dorthy's crotch, diving
into her wet cuntal folds, traveling skillfully into her softly waving pubic curls.
Lingering over the tiny red tip of the young wife's wildly excited clitoris, she grasped it
expertly between her teeth and teased it, swirling around and around with her tongue.
She heard Dorthy's blissful sigh above her, and continued to lick and suck at the tender
pink flesh. It tasted so good... better than she had remembered from the other times she
had licked at a woman's cunt. She was part of a foursome... the strangest foursome she
could possible imagine, and she loved it.
Harlan felt tremors of pleasure cascading over him, and he was suddenly oblivious to
everything but the overwhelming sucking his wife was giving his cock. He had been a
little confused when Dorthy had been pulling him the short distance to Susan's mouth,
and when he looked down and saw that his wife's pussy was being sucked by the
young, lovely blonde coed, he knew that he had his wife back more the woman than
she had been in the entirety of their marriage. In the far reaches of his mind, he
couldn't wait to be alone with her. There were so many things they had to talk about...
so much lost time to catch up on. He knew that Dorthy would do anything for him
now, and that she would let him do anything for her.
But that was for the future. All that mattered at the moment was the tremendous
pleasure he was getting from having his throbbing penis sucked and nursed by his
wife's stretched, ovaled lips.
Dorthy closed her eyes in steeped bliss as she took as much of her husband's cock into
her mouth as she was capable. Her cheeks were bulging and there was only a tiny bit of
reddish flesh protruding from her lips. It gave Dorthy a strong, powerful thrill to have
her lips tightly wrapped around her husband's cock while her own cunt was being
licked and taken care of by another woman.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be a part of such a wanton
gathering. Thrill after thrill ripped through her hopelessly aroused body as she became
more adventurous, releasing the hardened length from her mouth, and still clasping it
firmly around the base, began to run her tongue all along it once more, dropping her
head to coat his writhing balls with her warm saliva, wringing groan after groan of
exquisite pleasure from her husband. His body was weaving from side to side, and his
hands tangled in her hair as she again enclosed the heavy, blood-gorged erection in her
mouth and sucked greedily on it.
"Shit... Christ, Dorthy... you really know how to suck cock," Harlan gasped ecstatically
as his wife continued to lick and suck and orally caress his sperm-swollen penis.
Beneath the husband and wife, Susan felt a slight pang of envy, but she had no time to
dwell on it, for at that moment, the pleasure that was searing through her own loins
from the wild dog-tonguing her own cunt was receiving was touching off the
mechanism of her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, as much from her own passion as
from the difficulty she was having in getting air into her lungs. She stiffened her young
body and increased her slathering into Dorthy's pussy, as though she sensed that by
bringing about the young wife's orgasm, she would finally achieve her own. She felt the
soft quivering fringes of Dorthy's cunt flesh rimming her nose and mouth, feeling the
excited throbbing of her vaginal walls close around her probing tongue, feeling her
smooth thighs encase her flailing head, clamping in there, while below, Shaguth was
showering his dog-kisses on her own agonized pussy.
Both women were panting heavily, and both their pantings were muffled by what they
had their mouths around. Harlan too, was moaning, his deep, throaty groans echoing
off the walls of the small, crowded room. The three of them were madly increasing
momentum, a frenzied heading velocity charging their movements, Even Shaguth
seemed to be caught up in the wantonness of the situation, and he redoubled his efforts,
reaching as deeply as he could into the steaming passage of his ex-mistress's pussy
channel. The three humans could feel the gathering storm of their approaching
orgasms, and they strained to achieve that bliss.
Susan was the first. Dorthy could feel the young body trapped between her thighs
spasming and writhing as though a million volts of electricity were being passed
through her. Her hands kneaded frantically at Dorthy's breasts, and then...
And then, Dorthy could feel the hot air of her orgasmic exhaling up in the wet, 
velvetlined passage of her cunt, Susan's breath searing across her clitoris and 
increasing her own arousal. The room was filled with the desperate muffled moaning 
of the young girl...
But that was all she could think of, since, as Susan's orgasm erupted, Dorthy could feel
her own sweeping through her with the force of a Nor'easter whipping against the
Atlantic coast.
"UUMMPPPHH!!!!!!"
Dorthy moaned, unwilling to have her husband's cock out of her mouth for even a
moment. Dorthy's hips were grinding tightly down against Susan's writhing head, her
internal juices flowing copiously down onto Susan's face, her breasts jiggling and
bogging like boys at sea.
The power of her orgasm increased the strength of her cock sucking, and she worked
with slave-like desire to bring her husband over the edge as well.
And she was doing it. She could hear her husband's almost sadistic growling even as
her own orgasm was sweeping through her...
"AARRGGGHH... SUCK IT... SUCK IT... LIKE THAT... HARDER... HARDER...!!"
And then he was there, battering his hips against his wife's face, and Dorthy felt the
streams of his cum flooding into her mouth, filling her cheeks and making them
hollow. She swallowed to keep from choking, but even then she could not contain the
rush of semen that was flooding her, and a thick white stream dribbled from the corner
of her lips to pool warmly on the full roundness of her breasts. She swallowed and
gulped, hoping that there would be no end of the cum that was filling her... her
husband's love juice that let her know all was right again... that her marriage was once
again intact... more so now, because there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for the man
she loved, and who she knew loved her!
Time seemed to stand still in the small room as bit by bit, Dorthy, Susan and Harlan
recovered from their climaxes. Both husband and wife sank slowly to the floor next to
the young blonde, and Dorthy opened her arms, allowing Shaguth to squirm happily
next to her and Susan. Heavy breathing began to lull Dorthy into a state of bliss, and
she closed her eyes, running her fingers through the sleek fur of the animal who had
made all this happiness possible...


Epilogue

"Honey... have you made up your mind about this afternoon?" Harlan called to his wife
from the dining room. He heard her voice from the kitchen, but he couldn't make out
what she said.
"What was that?" he called to her, dropping his hand and stroking the great German
shepherd, who seemed just a little bewildered by what was happening. A slightly
frustrated frown crossed Harlan face as he again heard his wife's muffled voice, still
unable to make out what she was saying. He glanced at his watch, seeing that he had a
good deal of time before he had to leave for the chess tournament in Bangor, Maine,
but he wanted to plan his departure time, and his wife's muffled answers were making
that impossible.
"I don't know, Shaguth," he said, looking at the dog, who tilted his head, as though he
thought his master should know better than to expect him to answer. "One of these
days, I'm going to get rid of that wall. Trying to hear Dorthy through it..."
"I said, I can't hear what you're saying," Dorthy said as she entered the dining room,
carrying a tray with breakfast on it.
"I wondered if you had made up your mind about this afternoon," Harlan repeated. "I
have to get a hold of Susan one way or the other so she can arrange her plans."
"I think I'm staying home this time," Dorthy said casually. Since that wonderful,
blissful afternoon a month ago, Dorthy, Harlan, Susan, and Shaguth, and occasionally
Randy, had formed a tightly-knit friendship. Most of the time, Dorthy and Harlan
would take care of each other, but there were times when they both felt the need for a
little variation, and on those occasions, Harlan would go to Susan, occasionally sharing
her, double fucking her, with Randy, while Dorthy renewed her passions with Shaguth.
It was an arrangement that everyone, even Randy liked, and decisions were generally
made on the spur of the moment. As it had turned out, Dorthy had accompanied her
husband to the tournaments half the time, and Susan the other half.
"What time do you have to call Susan?" Dorthy asked.
"Oooooohhh... at the moment, I suspect that she's busy taking care of Randy. She said
that she would call me around noon or so."
"Huuuuummm... that gives the two of us something like three hours," Dorthy
observed. "Plenty of time, I should think."
"So should I," Harlan said, sipping on his coffee. "Think we should eat before we fuck?"
"Oh, I don't know," Dorthy said, teasingly raising her eye-brows and looking lovingly
at her husband. "The food will be here when we're done."
Taking another sip of his coffee, Harlan looked down at Shaguth. "Sorry, fellow," he
said, "but you'll be getting your turn when Randy gets here." Then, looking at his wife
with a puzzled expression on his face, "Are you telling me that you have something in
mind that could take all of three hours?"
"It just might, love," she said, looking demurely over the top of her own cup and giving
him a little wink.
"Well, in that case, I suppose we had better get started," Harlan remarked as he pushed
himself away from the table. "After all, I'm a better coach after a good fucking."
Shaguth watched as his master and mistress walked, arm in arm up the stairs toward
the bedroom. He sensed in his animal mind that his turn would come a little later,
when he would be getting a chance to fuck the lovely dark-haired woman again. He
also knew that he would be seeing the boy he had shared the lovely blonde woman with
again, and he heaved a sigh, walking away from the table and finding a warm spot to
curl up and lay down. Falling asleep, his mind filled with visions of things to come a
little later in the day for him... visions of his tongue slicing through Dorthy's loving
pussy, his own animal penis slithering in and out of her mouth, and the warmth of
friendship he had come to know so deeply over the past few weeks...


THE END
