An Animal Afternoon
by Elizabeth Watson 


CHAPTER ONE 

Ellen Johnson lay sunning in her backyard. The sun shone hotly on her 
scantily clad young body, her shapely rounded buttocks covered only by a 
brief light-blue bikini, jutted up proudly behind her. She rested her 
beautiful young face in her hands, the warm summer breeze played gently with 
her dark brown hair. 

Standing in front of her on the lawn, his tail wagging playfully behind him, 
was a German shepherd. His dark brown eyes watched his new mistress's 
voluptuous young body sprawled lazily in the sun before him. His breath came 
pantingly as his long tongue hung wetly from the side of his open mouth. 
Ellen's husband. Tom. had just brought him here a half an hour before, and 
he had the feeling that he was going to be happy in his new home. 

Ellen's husband had left not more than fifteen minutes ago. He had come with 
the new dog and the good news that he had been hired as the senior sales 
representative for Florida, by the N.R. Benson Company. Tom had applied for 
this job several months before and he had been wild with joy "when he had 
learned that they had hired him. 

Ellen frowned as she remembered the conversation she had just had with her 
husband. 

"Honey, I've done it!" he had said happily. "I've gotten the job with N.R. 
Benson. I am now the senior sales representative for the entire southern 
part of Florida. Isn't that marvelous?" A flushed look of jubilation lit his 
handsome young face. 

"Yes that's marvelous, darling. I'm so happy!" her eyes moved to the 
muscular body of the German shepherd who sat patiently at her husbands side. 

"Oh, I nearly forgot!" he leaned over and patted the top of the shepherd's 
head. "This is Nemo, he's ours." 

"Ours?" 

"Ours. Don't you like him?" 

"He's beautiful. It's just that ... you never wanted a dog before. Why now, 
I don't understand?" 

Tom Johnson enfolded his wife in his arms. He put his mouth against her neck 
and planted small wet affectionate kisses there. 

"It's for you, honey" he whispered in her ear. "It's a watch dog for you 
while I'm away. I got to thinking. And the more I thought about it the less 
I liked that idea of you being here all alone while I'm away on a business 
trip." 

Ellen Johnson threw her arms around her husband Tom and pulled him closely 
to her, whispering into his ear with hot, heavy breath, "Oh, Tom! Oh, you're 
so wonderful to me, darling! Oh, I do love you so!" Then her mouth pressed 
into the arch of his neck and her hot pink tongue slid out between her full 
ruby lips to tickle his neck erotically, teasing little circles up the side 
to his ear and tracing maddening little patterns around that orifice. Her 
loins ached for him, and already that tell-tale moisture of aroused lust 
began to seep down onto her creamy white thighs as she held him close and 
felt the distinctive protuberance in his crotch. 

"Oh baby, do I want you!" Tom exclaimed, his breath already ragged with 
desire. "But ... I can't now. My new boss, Mark Hensely, is expecting me at 
the airport in twenty minutes." 

"What? You're leaving already?" Ellen exclaimed, disappointed and 
frustrated, her eyes wide with disbelief and her mouth wide also. 

"Yeah. Sorry, Ellen, I know it's kinda sudden." Tom apologized, breaking 
free of his wife's embracing clasp. "But you remember-I told you. This job 
would mean I'd have to be away for six weeks at the start-" 

"Six weeks! Oh, Tom!" 

"-for that training program. The management training thing the company does. 
It's really a terrific deal!" 

"Urn, if you say so." 

"Hey, listen," Tom said, trying to sound cheerful as he flung open drawers, 
pulling out socks and underwear and shirts and ties and pajamas and stuffing 
them helter-skelter into a small black suitcase, "I know you're disappointed 
and that this is ... well, rather short notice. But I promise you, when I 
get back, we'll really have a celebration! C'mon, cheer up! 

And now Ellen lay sprawled across her towel clad only in a skimpy bikini 
bathing suit. Tom's old job had been bad enough, keeping him away from home 
for sometimes as long as two weeks. But now, now that he was going to be a 
supervisor for all of Florida and now she would find herself all alone and 
steaming with desire even more! And she would be faithful to him now, too, 
as she had always been. Not like some other salesmen's wives who began to 
play around as soon as their husbands left town, taking out wigs and 
tight-fitting clothing that they would never wear while their husbands were 
in town! No, not Ellen Johnson. She loved her husband, much too much to ever 
cheat on him with another man ... but sometimes she could feel her 
frustrated desires churning hotly around in her belly until she thought she 
would scream. 

She felt like that right now as she lay looking at the beautifully muscular 
German shepherd that Tom had brought home. Tom had said that the dog's name 
was Nemo, that he had belonged first to a couple who had been transferred 
overseas and that he had then found a home with a fellow salesman in Tom's 
old company. But now that salesman had been transferred to the west coast, 
where he would have to live in an apartment, and so he had wanted to leave 
the dog with someone who would have a yard where he could play and a need 
for a good, reliable, dependable watchdog. 

But Ellen could hardly believe that he was a ferocious animal-look at those 
eyes! Why, they were almost human the way they stared pleadingly, almost 
lovingly at her! Those soul-stirring big limpid pools had instantly melted 
the young brunettes heart-they were so ... so human! And it was true, they 
did seem to get along well together right from the start-the minute Tom had 
walked out of the door, the dog had come to lick away the tears in Ellen's 
eyes! And when she spoke to him, he somehow seemed to really understand 
every word she said! 

"Come on, big fella," she had said to him, taking him by the collar to lead 
him away from the front door. "Come on and let's you and I get acquainted." 
Leaning down to pat him, he had thrust his face into hers to lick her tears 
away with his long pink tongue and Ellen couldn't help but laugh. And in 
response he had barked, not an evil, angry bark but a playful, lighthearted 
one and again Ellen found herself laughing at his childish prankishness. 

Ellen was glad now that she and Tom had decided to buy this house just north 
of Ft. Lauderdale. True, it was situated in a development, a rather large 
one, when Ellen had really wanted to find a nice quiet little place on the 
beach. But the terms were too good to pass up, especially on Toms' meager 
salary even when you added her own take-home pay from her office job. And 
the house came complete with a small swimming pool in the back yard and a 
fence all around so that she could enjoy all the privacy she wanted-she 
could even sun-bathe in the nude by the swimming pool and often did! And the 
air-conditioning! Boy, what a difference that made when she came home from a 
long day at the office, hot and tired and feeling so incredibly dusty and 
disheveled! After spending most of her life in the cooler mountain region of 
Oregon, the incredible damp heat of Ft. Lauderdale was often overwhelming 
for the voluptuous young brunette and she had cheered out loud when they 
discovered that the modest price of the house included a pool and 
air-conditioning! 

The brunette's mind now drifted back to her younger days in the small 
Rockies town of Georgetown where she had lived with her mom and dad until 
she went away to college. They had had a lovely little house there, nothing 
like this place she and Tom had just bought. No, that one was an old wooden 
house, built shortly after the turn of the century, with big bay windows and 
spires and turrets and all the Victorian gingerbread architecture that was 
so common in that age. And she had had a dog, then, too. Willie! Ah, Willie 
was such a handsome fellow, he followed her everywhere she went, even to 
school and every day after her last class he was waiting by the schoolyard 
gate to walk her home! 

Ellen had always, of course, wanted to get out of Georgetown. Oh, it was a 
nice town to grow up in, but by the time she reached high school she had 
become bored with it, bored with its one small movie house, its one tiny 
luncheonette and its single gas station. Of course, it was always fun in the 
summer to go climbing in the rugged granite-gray mountains among the tall 
pine trees ... and it wasn't even so bad in town, in the winter filled with 
tourists on their way to, or from the ski resorts. Still, it didn't offer 
much for a handsomely beautiful, voluptuous young brunette and so Ellen had 
welcomed the opportunity to go to college in Miami. 

It was during her junior year that she had met Tom. She had been drawn to 
him right from the start, to his rugged beach-boy blonde good-looks, to his 
dark brown eyes, to the faint wisps of blonde beard that clung to his 
cheeks. His lithe, muscular body had somehow looked much more virile and 
appealing than all the other boys, with its deeply golden sun tan, with its 
strong young muscles rippling just beneath his skin each time he moved. They 
had been sailing with a group of young people and afterwards when Tom had 
offered her a ride home she had accepted without the usual reluctance she 
felt when first approached by heretofore strange young men. 

Yes, she had felt comfortable with Tom right from the start. And, of course, 
she had consumed a good deal of wine that afternoon along with everyone else 
so when he followed her into her apartment and sat down next to her on the 
couch, although she had a distinct suspicion that he wanted to do more than 
talk ... still, she didn't object. Not even when, a few nights later, as 
they were again sitting snuggled together on the couch, Tom had begun to 
kiss her fervently on the mouth, sending his hot spearing tongue into the 
warmly moist regions of her mouth with a blistering passion. Ellen could 
feel then a devouring flame of aroused longing burning through her veins as 
his tongue lashed again and again into her soft-walled mouth, searching for 
her own tongue and then engaging in a mock battle with it as he drew her 
seething loins close to his. As his tongue continued its wet spearing 
assaults into her flame-licked mouth, Ellen could feel the wet moisture of 
her own inflamed passions seeping down the tender flesh of her inner thighs 
and somehow when his eager young hands began massaging the melons of her 
large, voluptuously filled breasts over her sheer summer blouse, instead of 
pulling away as she had always done before with other men, she pushed her 
erotically hardening nipples closer to him, grinding her loins lasciviously 
against his thigh. 

His tongue still stormed like lightning hotly into her own warmly inviting 
mouth and newly-discovered sensations of helplessly burning desire swept 
through the young brunette's veins, igniting her passion with a flame she 
never knew possible. It was as if a part of her personality had lain dormant 
all these years and was now suddenly unleashed, flowing through her excited 
cunt and breasts like hotly seething molten lava as she pressed her mouth 
tighter into his, pulling his blonde head towards her with eager hands to 
gather all of his hotly spearing tongue into the full warmth of her 
willingly enveloping mouth. 

And then, when his hand reached under her sheer blouse, unbuttoning the top 
two buttons, and teased in beneath her scanty lace bra to tease maddening 
little circles around the rose-hued tips of her quivering breasts, a new 
bolt of lightening shattered the young brunette's fragile resistance and 
ignited an unquenchable flame of lust-crazed desire in her whirling mind and 
churning cunt. Again and again his fingers teased at the ruby-crested caps 
of her luscious breasts, going from one to the other, back and forth, back 
and forth over the erectly distended little buds until Ellen nearly screamed 
with uncontrollable passion. 

Oh, it had felt so wonderful, especially when he dropped his moist hot lips 
down from her mouth to the moon-shaped mounds of her breasts, where his 
tongue played in tantalizing circles around the alabaster smooth flesh and 
the pink crowns of her nipples over and over again. The aroused young 
brunette had not even felt Tom unclasping her brassiere-all she knew was 
that now it had been eased up to her throat and his hotly working mouth 
danced erotically from one bountiful breast to the other, hotly lapping at 
the smooth-skinned globes until wave after wave of unparalleled desire 
burned through every fiber of her young being with a fever she had never 
known before. 

She felt, too, a heated excitement creeping up along her thighs as his hands 
now slowly explored the smooth-fleshed virgin territory with gently 
caressing fingers, slowly, tantalizingly working up to the seething, moist 
pink folds of her hair-lined cuntal crevice. Oh, it was torture, 
excruciatingly pleasurable torture to feel his fingers slowly creeping up 
along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, ever-reaching towards the hotly 
buried treasure that lay waiting for him between her hesitantly spreading 
legs. Finally his probing fingers found their appointed destination, had 
slowly worked their way into the moistly passion-drenched folds of her 
enticingly warm cunt and when his outstretched middle finger discovered the 
erectly throbbing tit of her sensitive clitoris, a new leap of flaming 
desire burned through her loins and her hips began an involuntary undulation 
against his enticingly exploring fingers. 

Ellen recalled now with a bitter, ironic laugh that it had been just as she 
was aroused to a fever-pitch of passion that her roommate had walked in on 
them! Joan had heard, of course, the unmistakable sounds the minute she had 
walked in the door and her first instinct, she had said later, was to turn 
around and walk out again! But, of course, it was already too late and the 
hotly aroused young couple on the couch had quietly kissed good-night and 
that was that. Now Ellen could laugh about that incident but at the time she 
had gone to bed more frustrated that she had ever dreamed possible. 

Later, she and Tom had agreed that it was a good thing Joan had walked in 
just then because they certainly would have gone all the way, roused to the 
heights of impassioned desire as they already were. They had become engaged, 
in fact, the following week and the next year they were married, happy that 
in the end Ellen had saved her virginal treasure for their wedding night. 
Oh, it had been difficult, they knew, but in the end they thought it would 
be best. After all, Ellen had been brought up to believe that nice girls 
saved their virginity for their husbands and secretly Tom was rather pleased 
that he had married an unspoiled, unsoiled virgin like Ellen. 

Ellen's revery was now interrupted by a hotly lapping tongue licking at her 
face. Opening her eyes, she saw that Nemo had edged his way over to the 
towel and was now gazing at her with unbridled affection in his limpid black 
eyes as he sat there obediently awaiting her commands. She could hardly 
believe that this was supposed to be a ferocious dog-those eyes, those 
helplessly loving eyes seemed too gentle, too meek to ever be angry and 
vicious! 

"Well, you big beautiful beast, would you like something to eat now?" she 
said, standing up and slipping her sandals onto her feet. 

Nemo sensed the warm affection of his new mistress even if he was unsure 
exactly what she meant by her words and he wagged his long shaggy shepherd 
tail excitedly. She looked very much like his last mistress with her long 
dark brown hair gleaming down her back and already the enormous dog was 
pleased with his new home. 

"God, you are a friendly fellow, aren't you?" his curvaceous young mistress 
asked, reaching out to run her hand along the top of his head, her fingers 
curling affectionately behind his ears. "I know you're supposed to be a 
wickedly fierce watch dog, but you seem so cheerful and carefree! Of course, 
I don't suppose I'd want to mess with you if you got mad ... but somehow I 
don't find you in the least bit frightening! Isn't that amazing!" The young 
wife patted her new pet affectionately and felt the hard muscular animal 
flesh ripple under her tender touch beneath his dark fur. Then, as she led 
the way across the patio and into the kitchen, she watched as he pranced 
along behind her like an animal on parade, tail wagging, tongue hanging 
rakishly out of the side of his mouth, taut muscles rippling beneath his 
furred flesh. Through the bedroom door and across the living room then into 
the kitchen he followed happily, eagerly awaiting whatever treat this 
beautiful mistress had in store for him. 

Once in the kitchen, she commanded him to sit and he obeyed. "Well, you're a 
well-trained young fellow, too. aren't you?" she asked, smiling, as she took 
some left-overs out of the refrigerator and put them into a large bowl for 
the massive dog. She stepped back to watch the hungry animal devour the 
bowlful of food, then she placed another bowl of water on the floor and 
watched him lap eagerly at it. 

"Good boy." she said encouragingly as he licked up the last droplets of 
water from the bowl. It was just then that his keen ears picked up a foreign 
sound ... a door ... it had just opened and closed. The watch dog sprang 
from his mistress' side and lunged towards the front door, then stopped and 
stood rigidly, poised to defend his new mistress if the intruder came any 
further. Angry animal growls reverberated around deep in his chest and 
escaped through his teeth-bared lips. 

"Ellen! When did you get the dog?" her voluptuous blonde neighbor asked, 
frozen in her place just inside the front door? It was Peggy Martin, her new 
next-door neighbor with whom Ellen had become very friendly over the past 
several weeks. Peggy stood there, immobilized, afraid to step even one step 
further as Nemo tensed, his lips pulled back to reveal the ragged line of 
his sharp teeth, growling now fully and menacingly. 

"Hey. call him off, OK? Before he bites me or something," Peggy exclaimed as 
she slowly began to back up through the open door. 

Ellen crouched beside the threatening dog, her breasts resting against his 
hard shoulder and she stroked his head gently, slowly so as not to startle 
him. "Just stay there and don't move " she said to her full-breasted, blonde 
neighbor as she continued to pet her dog. "Hey Nemo, you're a good boy, a 
good dog. But it's OK. You're a good protector, old fellow, but this woman 
is my friend. It's OK to let her come in. Come on, let's back up." she 
continued soothingly, pulling the still growling dog back into the living 
room. "It's OK ... c'mon, it's OK, Nemo." 

"Well," said Peggy, now growing more comfortable and more relaxed, "when did 
this handsome young fellow come into your life?" 

"Tom brought him home today," Ellen answered, forcing the dog to sit by her 
side as she flopped down into a large, comfortable chair. "He wanted me to 
have a watch-dog around because he's away so often. But don't worry-Nemo 
won't hurt you now. It's just that you're a stranger to him and he's been 
trained to be very wary of strangers!" 

Ellen looked down into the massive animal's darkly warm eyes and soon she 
could see that his anger and ferociousness had melted into the same calm 
affection and attention he had displayed all afternoon since Tom had left. 
Yes, he really seemed to understand and it was amazing that he had caught on 
so quickly! 

"Nemo, hug?" Peggy ventured, holding her hand out timidly. Nemo sniffed the 
offering carefully, around the palm and fingers and finally gave it an 
approving lick of affection. "Well, I can see you're a very intelligent 
fellow, Nemo," Peggy added, laughing and stroking the dog's head. "Yes, a 
very, very smart fellow!" 

"And very loveable too. We're great friends already, aren't we great friends 
already, Nemo, aren't we boy." She leaned over and stroked him. Reaching out 
so that now he was being stroked by the two sweet-smelling young women at 
the same time. "It was so sweet of Tom to buy him for me. Goodness it's been 
years since I had a dog. When I was in high school I had an adorable little 
terrier named Willie. I've always wanted to get another dog but Tom said 
that we couldn't afford the cost of owning one." 

"What made him change his mind?" Peggy asked. Her short skirted summer dress 
neatly outlined the voluptuous curves of her beautifully sun-tanned young 
body. 

"Well, Tom's away so much of the time, you know, and he said it would make 
him feel better it I had some sort of protection around the house. He's just 
left for that training program, for that new job with Benson and he'll be 
gone for six weeks." 

"Ellen, he got the job! I'm so happy for you both." 

"Thanks, and how about a cup of coffee to celebrate!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Ellen's got a ... what?" Steve Martin exclaimed as he watched his wife's 
creamy, smoothly svelte body disappear nakedly into the shower stall. He 
raised his voice so that she could hear him over the cascading water. "A new 
what?" 

"What?" she called back, luxuriating in the warm stream of needle-sharp 
water jetting from the showerhead. 

"You said something about Ellen Johnson getting a new something,"" he 
replied as loudly as he could. 

"I can't ... hear you, Steve!" 

Quickly. Steve stripped off his shorts, seeing his reflection in the full 
length mirror, his powerfully built young body reflecting good health and a 
very trim condition for his nearly thirty-five years. He liked his black 
hair the way he was wearing it now, moderately long but not too splashy ... 
and his beard was coming along well, too. He only started growing the fine 
looking adornment about a month ago and already it looked very nice and he 
liked the effect, musing that he should have started a beard quite some time 
ago. His blue eyes danced lewdly with the idea of what he was going to do 
now. 

She'll like this, she really will. She misses those swinging parties we used 
to have in New York ... and I'm not sure that I can keep us with the sexy 
wench anymore ... by myself ... but this is something different that we 
haven't done in a long time.... 

Reaching down, he hefted the rapidly elongating shaft of his hardening cock 
with his hand, feeling a certain elation ... a joy at being married to a 
woman like Peggy whose sexual appetite never seemed to diminish. Yes, she 
was a woman who really liked to fuck, anywhere, anytime, as often as 
possible. Of course it had been a lot easier on him when they lived in New 
York, when they had been able to have those wild parties where Peggy could 
get fucked four or six or even eight times in one night by as many men ... 
and, of course. Steve had been no slouch at those parties, trying to 
single-handedly handle all their wives! He was a damned lucky man to have 
married Peggy in the first place, and still luckier to have stumbled onto 
that swinging arrangement where she could satisfy her carnal desires with or 
without Steve! 

Of course, since they had moved to Ft. Lauderdale five months before things 
had been a little different. Not between them, of course. But they hadn't 
yet met any other couples who seemed to be-likely candidates for their ... 
particular ... kind of fun! No, but they hadn't lost hope. There was always 
that handsome young couple next door, Ellen and Tom Johnson. Steve had 
already felt an itching in his balls to get his heavy spearing cock into 
that lovely little dish ... but then, Tom was away so often ... and he 
couldn't simply leave Peggy high and dry.... 

Opening the shower stall door, Steve stepped in quickly and closed it behind 
him, grinning with an unmistakably lecherous smile that Peggy had always 
found so attractive especially now with his beard! His wife's lovely 
voluptuous young body was covered with a sweet-smelling later of soap suds 
and her back was towards him. Steve gently put his strong young arms around 
her, his hands lovingly cupping the generous fullness of her breasts, firm, 
round and melon-like, set high and wide-spaced on her chest like twin 
crimson crested peaks. He liked the slippery feel of the lather on their 
satiny smoothness as he caressed them massagingly with wide circular 
strokes. 

"Now, my sweet little wife, can you hear me?" he said, kissing the back of 
her wet neck. 

Peggy shivered deliciously and leaned back against him, wriggling her hips 
in a wide gyrating motion, as his hot hard length nestled into the small of 
her back, "hear you ... and feel you too, Steve! Mmmmmmmmm! And it sure 
feels good!" 

Steve laughed as his enormously elongated cock lurched expandingly between 
them, as it was trapped there in the slippery lather, the erotically 
exciting sensations of it concentrating in the pulsing, lust-bloated head. 
His strong fingers now rolled the berry-like nipples into throbbingly hard 
erection and he heard his wife issue a clear gasp of aroused pleasure. 

"Now then ... what were you saying about that lovely little creature who 
lives next door?" he teased, his fingers continuing with their erotically 
provocative work. 

"I said ... damn you, don't stop ... I said she has ... just gotten ... the 
most gorgeous ... hunk of dog ... I ever saw!" 

Steve's hand slid massaging still down across his wife's flatly smooth belly 
until it reached the soapy-haired, triangular mound of her pubic area. He 
swirled this hand around and around there, while his other hand was still 
busily kneading and caressing the pliant, smooth-skinned mound of her 
voluptuously curved breast. 

"A dog ... so what's ... so great ... about a dog?" he asked, his breath 
coming now in ragged spurts as the warmly flowing water poured down over 
them both. 

"Ummmm ... you should see ... the brute ... looks ferocious ... but he's so 
... friendly ... really ... maybe we should ... get a nice dog ... too," 
Peggy stammered through her unbridled lust. 

Gently and slowly, Steve teased and rubbed caressingly at the tiny sensitive 
sprout of her pinkly glistening clitoris and felt the tiny, grinding 
undulation of her pelvis in response against his tantalizing finger. A 
little gurgling moan escaped from Peggy's lips as the fire in her loins 
began to smolder ferociously. 

"Urn ... maybe we will ... someday," Steve answered as he moved his other 
hand luxuriously over her waist, savoring every inch of creamy smooth flesh 
around the luscious swelling of her hip. 

Twisting, and aided by the slipperiness of the soap covering her body, Peggy 
turned in her husband's arms to look at his handsomely bearded face. 

"Urn ... someday," she panted," but right now I'm more concerned ... about 
today ... this minute ... damn you, Steve ... for sneaking up on me ... 
getting me all hot to trot ... in the middle of my shower!" She said all of 
this without malice as she lifted her face full into the water and smiled 
broadly. She rinsed the soap off her face and then looked open-mouthed to 
her husband, expectantly parting her full moist lips. Their mouths welded 
together and their tongues jousted and intertwined as they tasted the 
sweetness of each other's mouths, knowing now that it was going to be right 
there in the shower, knowing, too, how lucky they were to be both so 
sexually crazed that they would fuck even with warm water spurting down over 
their aroused young naked bodies all the while! 

Their kiss held long and hard and Steve's hands were smoothing and caressing 
down her back, rinsed now of slippery lather, and his hungry fingers dug 
into the soft resiliency of the pliant spongy flesh of her buttocks, ridging 
it between his fingers and pulling her loins tight against him. 

Peggy's eager hand went down slowly between their tightly pressed naked 
bodies and, as she pulled her hips back, she grasped the massively hardened 
shaft of her husband's cock and pushed it down between her silken-smooth 
thighs, capturing it in the soft fleshy trap of her pubic curls. She felt it 
lying there, hotly pulsing next to her seething, flame-licked cunt, the 
blood-engorged cock-head nestling clear back against the tight fickle circle 
of her anal opening. Up near the root of his granite-hard penis, her 
sensitive clitoris was pressed down tight against the madly throbbing shaft 
and slowly, tantalizingly, her hips ground against him, every movement 
sending exquisite sensations of desire-flaming lust slashing through her and 
through him. For several moments they stood there under the jetting bursts 
of warmly soothing water, enjoying every passion-filled moment of their 
provocative love-play. 

"Time for you to come clean, lover," Peggy said teasingly, breaking from 
their tongue-entwining kiss and leaning her naked torso back to look up at 
him. "C'mon ... turn around ... I'm going to soap you up!" 

Reluctantly, Steve turned his back, his cock flipping stiffly out from the 
grips of her fleshy thighs, as she reached for the bar of sweet-smelling 
soap. With wide circular motions she lathered his broad back, going down 
over his sinewy buttocks and sturdy, hairy masculine legs. Lovingly, she 
washed him with her hands, murmuring incoherent words of love and pleasure, 
enjoying the solid feel of his lithe, trim but solid young body and watching 
the supple play of his muscles just under his tanned skin. 

God, this man has one hellava fine body! And when he uses all his strength 
to drive that delicious cock deep inside of me.--. . God, it's the best, 
just the very BEST! I've had others ... and I've enjoyed them all ... but 
there's no one like him ... no one like Steve! 

"OK, now you can turn around lover," she whispered hotly into his ear. 

"Only if ... I can trust you!" 

"Can you trust me? Of course not! Now, do as I say and turn around!" Peggy 
laughed. 

Steve obeyed, turning around to face his beautiful, delectable young wife. 
Busily, she soaped his hairy chest, then began working her way down over his 
masculine stomach. "Why did Ellen want a dog?" he asked, watching her hands 
slipping down over his naked body. 

"She didn't." his wife replied, "Tom did. Wanted to have some protection for 
her while he's away." 

"Yeah, that little broad needs protection alright! Especially from me" Steve 
laughed. "What wouldn't I give to get my cock up inside her hot little 
panties!" 

"Never mind that now," Peggy cooed, gripping his throbbing hard shaft and 
moving her hand rapidly up and down its enormously bloated length three or 
four times. 

"Ah!" Steve cried in mock disbelief, "I was right not to trust you! What is 
... this world coming to ... when a man ... can't even trust ... ummmmm ... 
his own wife!" 

"You should know better than to ever trust a smiling woman, my darling, 
especially when that woman is your wife!" 

"Ummmmm ... I know ... a twenty-seven year old ... sex fiend ... is what I'm 
... ummmmm ... married to! And a ... beautiful one at that! No! Don't stop!" 

Peggy now stood under the shower, laughing, to rinse herself off. Steve 
stood back to watch and admire her supple, voluptuous body as she turned 
this way and that under the constant stream of water, purposely throwing her 
hips out from side to side in a most provocative seductive manner! 

Steve loved her, no doubt about that. She was some fine woman, in bed or out 
of bed, one who knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it! And 
that body! A body made for fucking and she took every advantage of that 
peculiar characteristic! Still, he'd had his eye on Ellen Johnson ever since 
he and Peggy had moved into that house. She was beautiful with the ripely 
mature, sensuously curved kind of body that Steve always preferred, 
full-breasted and full-hipped and seductively attractive. Yes, Ellen was one 
of those women who constantly drew men like flies-and without even trying, 
without even being quite sure why it was that she seemed to be such a 
powerful magnet to the opposite sex! He and Peggy had made only one social 
overture to the couple next door, and although Ellen seemed willing enough, 
Tom was just on his way out of town-for a change-and declined their offer. 

In the back of his mind. Steve had hoped to convince Ellen and Tom Johnson 
to try a little ... sexual experimentation ... they four could be the 
nucleus of quite a nice swinging little group.... 

"A penny for your thoughts, lover," Peggy cooed, as her hands helped the 
water to rinse the soap from his body. 

"I was just thinking ... how much I love you ... and how much I want to get 
inside Ellen Johnson's hot little panties!" 

"Why, you old lecher," Peggy screamed, smacking him hard across the 
buttocks. 

"Hold on, now," he declared, catching her hand in his. "I'm not being 
entirely selfish. It's like we talked about before: I get Ellen and you get 
Tom. You said he was a very well-built guy, you know. You did say that!" 

"Yes ... I certainly did ... but he's out of town so damned often..., " 
Peggy panted, feeling Steve's expert hands roaming over her body again, 
reveling in the silky smoothness of her wet skin. He savored the 
lusciousness of her womanly curves, the sensuous hills and valleys of her 
wonderfully alive and vibrantly desirous young body and he wrapped his arms 
around her, pulling her back under the shower with him. 

"Well, sooner or later we'll have to get them over here," Steve offered as 
he cupped and kneaded the full, nakedly smooth buttocks cheeks of her ass in 
either hand. 

"Ummmm ... but right now, let's get on with what we're doing, OK, lover?" 
she suggested, tangling her fingers in his dark moderately long hair. "I'm 
so far gone ... I'm going to start ... climbing these walls ... if you don't 
hurry up ... and get your cock ... inside of me, damn it!" 

"You asked for it-remember that when it's all over," Steve said, dropping to 
the tiled floor of the shower on his knees before her, his arms circling the 
whiteness of her tapering fleshy thighs. 

And did Peggy ever want it! Without a moment's hesitation, she spread her 
legs to stand straddled-legged, shoving her pelvis forward spreading her 
legs even wider in salacious anticipation of what was to come. Her hands now 
touched the wall of the shower and she leaned her shoulders back against it 
with her arms flat against the wall. She moaned as she looked down to see 
her husband's face coming closer and closer to the wetly dripping treasure 
nestled enticingly between her lewdly splaying thighs. 

"Ummmm, oh yes, oh yes. Steve! Lick my cunt! 

Lick my cunt first, oh my precious darling!" 

Sinuously, Steve's tongue lashed out and pressured down through the wetness 
of her dark pubic mound to tantalize her erectly quivering clitoris. He 
thrust and thrashed his tongue back and forth several times, licking the 
tiny erect bud to even greater heights of impassioned arousal, and he heard 
his wife's breathing become ragged and uncontrolled as the mewling, moaning 
sounds escaped from her throat. 

After a tormenting moment or two, Steve withdrew his spearing tongue from 
her heated cuntal furrow and suggested in a low, almost hushed voice, "We 
could go ... out by the pool ... and do it there ... when we're finished 
here!" 

"Ummmmm," his wife replied as her hips undulated towards him pleadingly. 
Again, Steve's tongue snaked out from between his moist lips and teased 
around the feverish bud of her clitoris. Deliciously, the sensations arched 
there in her loins as her husband's eagerly hungry tongue licked at her with 
a regular rhythm, "which she soon matched, as her loins gyrated wildly up to 
his erotically working mouth. 

Then, he stopped again. He knew he was tormenting her ... but he also new 
she enjoyed a little torture now and again! 

"What do you ... say ... hun? ... out by the pool ... we could even invite 
Ellen over...." 

"Never mind about Ellen," his wife snapped. "You're driving me crazy right 
now! Damn you, don't stop again! Please!" 

With a moan of his own, Steve pressed his lustfully moistened mouth against 
his wife's hungrily pulsing cunt, his tongue warmly and smoothly sliding 
easily up and down the short length of her full erect and aroused clitoris. 
Then, crouching lower, he forced his greedy mouth further back, until at 
last he was able to thrust his wickedly probing tongue deep into the liquid, 
soft-walled warmth of her thin, vertical vaginal opening. Running his tongue 
in tiny enticingly tantalizing circles just inside the hotly clenching mouth 
of it, he savored the sweet womanly aroma of her lust-lubricated woman hood 
as the viscid moisture of her passion seeped warmly from the walls of her 
cunt around his lashing, searching tongue. 

Damn! What a woman! What an incredible woman! God, she just can't get enough 
of my tongue in her cunt today! 

"Oh God! Oh, Steve! I'm going to ... cum any minute ... if you keep that 
up!" she cried in tormented pleasure. 

"So what?" he teased. 

"So fuck me, damn you! I'm ... so ... ready!" 

But Steve wouldn't stop yet, wanting to get in a few last tantalizing licks. 
Pressuring up back towards her passion-quaking clitoris, he made his tongue 
dance provocatively in and out of his mouth, rapidly up and down the short, 
trembling length of it. 

"Ooooooooh! Steve! God, I ... can't stand ... any more ... oh, Steve! Fuck 
me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" she wailed, using her arms to regain her 
balance from her leaning position against the tiled wall of the shower 
enclosure. 

Steve loved to tease his wife, but he knew that now the time for tantalizing 
her was over. Hearing her moaning plea, feeling the movement of her naked 
body, he released his grip on her thighs and stood back up on his feet. His 
cock jerked out stiffly before him, jerking with the intensity of his highly 
aroused excitement. 

"I see that ... you're ready too. lover," Peggy crooned. 

"Indeed I am. Now, my sweet-cunted wife, turn around so I can fuck you from 
behind!" Steve said commandingly. 

"Oh yes, yes my lover, fuck me from behind! Oh. I do love it so much that 
way!" his wife cried out eagerly in response turning around and leaning over 
at the waist. 

Smoothly, Steve Martin moved in behind his voluptuously bending wife's naked 
body as the full naked moons of her titillating buttocks wagged seductively 
at him. The full force of the shower water bounced off of the white smooth 
globes and as he reached out to grasp her hips, Peggy's small hand reached 
back between her tremendous white thighs to grip the wildly lurching shaft 
of his cock. With practice expertise, she parted the wetly clinging curls of 
her pubic hair with the lust-bloated tip and guided its throbbing 
massiveness to the hotly quivering mouth of her expectantly waiting cuntal 
passage. 

"Oh yes, lover, NOW! Shove it up into my cunt! All the way in, all the way!" 
she gasped in tormented, excruciating, agonized pleasure. 

Flexing his pelvis, driving it with all the considerable strength of his 
young body, Steve rammed his thick, pulsing length deep into his nakedly 
spreading wife's receptively warm cunt, feeling it cleave her pussy walls 
wide, as the bulbous head of his heavily throbbing cock soared far up into 
her copiously moistened vagina. With a soul-satisfying slap, his pelvis 
smashed into the smooth fleshy crease of her buttocks. Steve looked down 
over the naked body of his wife saturated now with the cascading shower 
water, and he saw her looking back at him with passion and unadulterated 
lust glazing her eyes. She was gasping for breath, her mouth hanging wide 
open. 

"Aaaaaaaah! Yes, like that, lover! Oh just like that! Oh what a beautiful 
... fucking cock ... you've got, Steve!" Her hips ground back at him 
urgently. "What are we ... waiting for? Let's fuck!" 

Steve didn't really need instructions from his wife! Already he was 
withdrawing, until only the lust-inflated head of his penis remained in the 
vestibule of her cuntal passage. With a wild lurching of his hips he fucked 
up into her with all his might. 

With an animal-like frenzy and energy, he fucked her again and again, 
holding her hips in his strong-fingered grip, as he plunged in and out of 
her wetly steaming cunt which clasped tightly to his invading length, 
fucking into her over and over again as if she were an animal-bitch in heat! 

Peggy, bending over, her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks lashing and grinding 
back at him with wild enthusiasm, countering his every forward lunge, 
reached out to the wall to hold herself in that erotically pleasurable 
position. She was only a little fearful that he might drive her head first 
into the shower wall! 

God, what a man! What a cock! What a madly plunging, wildly hot, big 
beautiful cock that man has got-and boy, does he ever know how to use it! 
Christ ... I just can't get enough of that cock inside my cunt! Ooooooooh! 

Exquisitely exotic and erotic sensations flooded through her nakedly 
grinding body as he husband pounded his rock-hard rod of turgid hardened 
cock flesh deep up into her passion-trembling pussy! She spiraled upwards on 
speeding circuits of ecstatic rapture, knowing that soon ... soon ... soon 
her ultimate and sublime release would crash through her inflamed hungry 
body! 

"Yes, Steve, fuck me! Fuck me ... harder ... deeper ... harder and deeper, 
damn you ... kill me ... rip me apart," the ecstatically tormented young 
wife screamed as, uncontrollably, her hips thrust back at his deeply 
plundering cock, aware of every throbbing ridge of the fleshy hot organ ... 
its violent nudging of her womb's neck with every urgent fuck upward, and 
she could feel her cunt's eagerly gripping walls milking him with wetly 
clasping wildness, that she knew would suck out his balls within a matter of 
seconds. 

Suddenly, convulsive waves of orgasmic release shuttered through her nakedly 
striving young body, and as the warm water of the shower jetted down over 
her voluptuous nakedness, she was transported from mere bliss to unfettered, 
sublime ecstasy as wave after wave of erogenous spasming joy crashed through 
her loins and swept through the rest of her wildly writhing body. 

"Ooooooooh! I'm cuuuuming!" she gasped, her knees trembling weakly, almost 
unable to bear her weight any longer, as the spasming of her mind-blinding 
orgasm began to subside. She moaned out like a well-satisfied kitten purring 
its sublime contentment. 

Standing behind her, Steve held her close still, keeping her from pitching 
forward, as with a new savage urgency he drove his lust-impaling prick deep 
into her trembling white belly. He felt it all spill loose, felt it all 
churning ecstatically out from his balls like a dam bursting, as his hot 
sperm shot through the passion-hardened shaft of his penis to splash white 
and viscid deep up into the feverishly drinking depths of her vaginal 
cavern. He groaned aloud with the first scorching spurt, his head swimming 
dizzily with the ecstatic and unparalleled joy of final and ultimate 
release. 

"Aaaooough!" 

Then, as he too was overcome with the mind-wrenching intensity of his 
orgasm, he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife's still panting, naked 
body and leaned back against the shower wall to support them both. God, what 
a woman, what a wife! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Nemo sighed as he lay down under the cool shade of a large beach umbrella. 
It was a hot summer day, hotter then he really preferred, but the patio 
under the tree was pleasantly cool against his body as he made himself 
comfortable there. It was a good spot, he decided, because he could see both 
the back door of the house as well as the yard gate so that if any intruder 
came to hurt his mistress, he could race up and attack within seconds to 
protect her from any assault. 

The shepherd looked appreciatively at his new mistress, his animal thoughts 
going back to the home of his previous mistress where he had lived for much 
of his short life. His other mistress, too had gleaming dark brown hair like 
this one and was about the same age. And, in other ways, she was like this 
new human. Both were young, vibrant, loving, always saying soft human words 
that sounded so pleasantly melodic to his ears. Yes, both this mistress and 
his last one obviously loved him and he loved them too, with that special 
kind of unshakable devotion that was known only to animals. 

Nemo was glad of one thing. The human this new mistress called her husband 
was apparently gone now. Oh, he had been a pleasant enough human, but not 
nearly so affectionate and sweet-smelling as his human mistress. His last 
mistress had also sometimes lived with a man she called her husband, but he 
had been mean and had treated Nemo more like an inanimate piece of furniture 
than the devoted companion that he was. Of course, Nemo realized that all 
humans were different in one respect or another from each other and that 
this husband seemed much more kind and understanding than the last ... but 
still, the large dark shepherd preferred those moments when he and his 
mistress could be alone together. 

His animal memory floated back to his last mistress once again, the way her 
long dark hair had caught the sunshine and how it shimmered down her bare 
back; the way her enormous human breasts had danced and wagged as she ran 
completely naked or dove into the clear mountain lake near their house; the 
way they played their special little game together when the human husband 
was away. Nemo wasn't sure, still, why they had never played such an 
enjoyable game when the husband was at home, but they never did. 

Yes, he had always preferred those times when they were alone together, when 
his mistress' human companion was away because it was those times when they 
could play their special game the one she had taught him herself, and it was 
at those times, too, that he felt the strongest devotion to her, the 
strongest bond of affection between them. The joy and happiness of those 
times was unparalled for Nemo especially because they had to share their joy 
with nobody else. 

And so now the handsomely muscular young dog was happy to be alone with his 
new mistress. Yes, she was as beautiful as his other mistress had been with 
her long silky brown hair flowing in the same way down her back, gleaming in 
the warm summer sunlight. But, for some strange reason that the animal could 
not comprehend, instead of exposing herself completely to the sun's warm 
light, this mistress covered up her buoyant, smooth-skinned breasts to 
shield them from the sun, although it was such a skimpy shield that it 
didn't really protect her very well! And then, too, she also wore some 
skimpy clothing around her loins, and he wondered if she did that to try to 
cover up her distinctly human female scent. Of course, nothing that flimsy 
could possibly hide that aromatic smell. . . 

He watched with curiosity and affection as his mistress clambered off of the 
long chair on which she had been reclining, her long tapering legs carrying 
her towards the large pool of shining blue water with easy, graceful 
movements. And then, she disappeared beneath the water! 

Nemo jumped up immediately and ran across to the small blue-watered pool. He 
stood there, poised for action, his nose sniffing madly, his eyes straining 
to catch some glimpse of her beneath the water! Yes, there she was, moving 
along as if in slow-motion beneath the shimmering blue surface of the water 
as if she were trying to be a fish! He had seen his former mistress step 
into the water and move along in it, but she had never totally submerged 
herself! Every muscle stood taut against his dark-furred animal skin as his 
ears arched straight up into the air and his nose again sniffed madly for 
some scent of his female human mistress. What was happening to her? How 
could he save her? Every instinct told him to prepare for action . . but not 
specifically what to do! 

Finally, the great dog saw his mistress' dark head emerge from the pool of 
blue water ... and then she moved along on the surface just as his previous 
mistress had done. Still, the shepherd remained on his guard, just in case 
she submerged again, just in case he lost her distinctive scent once again. 
Now his long pink tongue dropped out of his mouth and he began to pant as he 
watched her gracefully move along on the glimmering surface of the blue 
water from one end of the pool to the other, and back again. He watched her 
long naked arms glistening with moisture as they came up and out of the 
water, then sunk down into it again ... as her bikini-clad buttocks emerged 
and wiggled provocatively as she stroked through the water ... yes, she was 
a beautiful sight and Nemo could feel the old animal instincts stirring in 
his loins as he caught her sweet scent once again. 

At last his beautiful, dark-haired mistress hoisted herself out of the water 
and sat, dripping with water, her hair clinging wetly to her head and 
shoulders, by the edge of the swimming pool. Nemo dashed around to where she 
sat and immediately his long warm rough skinned tongue slithered out of his 
mouth and began to lick at the droplets of water clinging to her skin. The 
fragrant, womanly scent of her invaded his nostrils as his tongue worked 
over her satin-smooth skin, along her naked arms and across her nearly naked 
back, voraciously licking away the moisture that lay so provocatively on her 
flesh. 

Ellen laughed. "Why, Nemo, what's the matter, old boy? You seem awfully glad 
to see me! Oh yes, you big beautiful beast I know you are happy now! And I'm 
so glad!" 

Nemo continued to lick at her alabaster flesh as Ellen stroked his big head 
affectionately and again Nemo began to feel that irrepressible animal 
keenness begin to stir in his loins. It had been at moments like this that 
he and his former mistress had played their special game and he wanted to 
play that game now more than he wanted anything else in the world. 

The young wife stroked his head absently as her thoughts drifted to her 
husband. For it was just then that she heard Steve's car pull into the 
driveway next door and she could just picture his face, glowing with 
happiness and smiling broadly, as he greeted his loving wife. It was at 
moments like this that Ellen especially felt lonely, felt the absence of her 
husband, Tom. Being alone for weeks on end was not exactly her idea of a 
marriage, although she had known Tom was a salesman when she married him and 
she knew that his career was important to him. 

Stop that! Stop thinking like this, right now! But the "enticingly 
curvaceous young wife couldn't help herself. It would be hard on any woman 
to go so long without ... well, without her husband, without the special 
love and companionship that only a man could provide for a sexually alive 
young woman! Of course, it wasn't Only the sex, she told herself, it was 
also the intimate companionship and friendship that existed between a 
husband and wife that she missed. It was the daily conversation ... telling 
him your troubles ... telling him about all the good things, though perhaps 
trivial, that had happened during the course of a day ... it was going to 
the movies and going out to dinner ... it was going for a picnic on a Sunday 
afternoon and finding a secluded spot in the park to make love in the open 
air. . : 

Damn it, stop thinking like this! You're only going to make yourself more 
frustrated than you already are! 

And sometimes ... just sometimes ... the voluptuous young wife wondered what 
her husband did while he was out of town ... at night ... did he go into 
strange bars and then go home with strange ladies of the night ... did he go 
out with other salesmen looking for an evening of love with unsuspecting 
young girls? She had heard enough stories about traveling salesmen, and 
enough crude jokes to know that these kind of affairs did happen ... but 
Tom? Would Tom ever do such a thing to his faithful, devoted young wife? 

"Come on, Nemo," she whispered softly, as if he could clearly understand her 
every word. "You'll just have to be my companion while Tom is away. You'll 
just have to be the one I tell my troubles to and you'll comfort me, won't 
you, big boy? My big handsome brute!" 

Nemo responded to his lovely mistress' soft words by licking even more 
voraciously at the softness of her supple human flesh with his rough-skinned 
tongue and he heard her laugh again and felt her strong womanly hands 
stroking over his soft furred skin, across his muscular shoulders and down 
along his long back. Suddenly she was hugging him and he wondered if that 
was a clue, if that was her signal to him that she wanted to play that 
special game his former mistress had taught him... 

But apparently not. For a few minutes later, Ellen stood up, wrapped a large 
bath towel around her still moist young body and clapped vigorously. "Come 
along, Nemo," she called. "I think it's time to go inside. You look terribly 
hot and dusty, old boy. Perhaps I'll give you a bath. Come on ... come on 
... that's a good boy!" 

Ellen looked down at her faithful companion as he followed her into the 
house. She looked directly into those large, sensitive eyes and she could 
just feel herself melt from the open and warmly affectionate gaze she saw 
there. His patient love for her made her feel warm and wanted and she 
realized that she was becoming quickly as fond of him as he was of her. He 
seemed like a friendly spirit, almost a saint, trapped in the hairy muscular 
flesh of an animal, like something more than merely human and kind and good 
and devoted living within animal flesh... 

Once inside the bedroom of her small suburban home, Ellen began to wonder 
exactly how she was going to go about giving this monstrous dog a bath! She 
realized soon enough that she would have to get into the bath with him 
because if he wouldn't come voluntarily into the swimming pool, then chances 
were that he wouldn't jump voluntarily into the bath tub either! Yes, that's 
what she'd have to do, strip down naked herself and clamber right into the 
bath with him... 

The beautifully-built young wife took an extra large bath towel from the 
linen closet, then went back into her bedroom where she arched her long 
tapering back and reached around to unclasp her brief bikini bra. Free at 
last, her voluptuous succulent breasts surged forward to stand proudly out 
like twin ripe melons from her chest. Then, stooping over, she stepped out 
of her skimpy bikini bottoms to reveal the tantalizing grove of her soft 
pubic triangle, still glistening with moisture and exuding that unmistakable 
woman scent which 

Nemo sniffed immediately. All the while Nemo kept his eyes locked on his 
sensually alluring new mistress ... for it had been at moments like this, 
alone and naked, that his former mistress had always wanted to play that 
special game with her special animal companion. 

Ellen watched her new pet as he kept his gaze lovingly fastened on her and 
suddenly she felt very close to him. She leaned down, her breasts swaying 
provocatively, and hugged him tenderly around his furry neck and he seemed 
to understand because he slid his tongue out of his long mouth and licked 
her wetly on the cheek and his tiny tail-stub began to wag frantically. Soon 
his whole sinewy body quivered and he licked at her softly fragrant flesh 
even more voraciously! 

"okay, big fellow, I guess you've convinced me that we're really going to be 
good friends!" the young wife laughed cheerfully. "But you can't get out of 
having your bath, even for a thousand lovely kisses!" 

Nemo felt his pulse quicken as he remembered all those wonderful hours he 
and his former mistress had spent playing their own private special game ... 
and he felt instinctively that soon he would be playing again with this new 
sweet-smelling human female 

Ellen swiveled away from her handsome animal companion and stepped into the 
bathroom, beckoning him to follow. Obediently, Nemo lumbered into the small 
room with the long window cracked open at the end, wondering what wonderful 
treat was in store for him. He saw his dark-haired young mistress leaning 
over the bath tub in her enticing nakedness, her breasts dangling 
provocatively beneath her, as she opened the faucets and adjusted the water 
to the proper temperature. God, it's been so long since I've given a dog a 
bath! And Willie was so much smaller that Nemo! Ah, but Nemo is such a 
handsome, loveable beast! Such a faithful companion and protector! And we're 
going to have good times together from now on! 

Ellen refused to admit to herself at that moment that lurid unnatural 
thoughts of prurient excitement were racing through her brain, inspired by 
this handsomely affectionate animal. No, such thoughts were entirely foreign 
to her conscious mind ... and yet deep below the surface... 

The sensuously naked young wife climbed over into the tub where aromatic 
foam was rapidly rising from the bubble-bath liquid she had added to the 
water as it poured down from the tap. 

"Come on, darling dog! Come on ... in here ... that's right ... come on ... 
oh yes, there's no getting out of your bath," she exclaimed as his dog ears 
flopped and flattened against his head as he stared across the bathroom at 
her. "Come on, lover, come on ... don't be frightened ... it's not going to 
hurt ... come in ... that's it!" 

Ellen couldn't help but laugh and splash like a child with a new toy as she 
watched her new pet reluctantly inch forward, his beautiful ears still flat 
against his head, his mouth cracked open slightly, his tail-stub down and 
still. Yet he knew that his fate was inescapable and slowly, inch by 
torturing inch, he stepped forward to meet it. Ellen giggled, seeing such an 
allegedly ferocious animal, seeing the same animal who had almost attacked 
her neighbor, now frightened like a child waking from a bad dream! She 
giggled and threw the fragrant bath-suds in her face to show him how 
harmless they were. 

"It's no use, big boy. You know you can't get away! Why, a big, brave fellow 
like you-scared of a little bath? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. 
Nemo!" Ellen teased as he crept still cautiously forward. 

Soon, of course, he had edged close enough for the young wife to grasp his 
forepaw and eventually she had drawn the reluctant dog into the tub, but 
always with cooing, crooning tones which seemed to alleviate his fright ... 
until at last his massive, muscular body stood solidly in the bath and Ellen 
could joyfully move around him, soaping him with great billows of 
sweet-smelling suds and whispering in his ear and giving him little wet 
kisses on his head and nose. On her knees, and then with her long slender 
legs stretched out widespread with him in between, she washed and soothed 
him, his grand, glowing dark eyes never leaving hers for a minute, never 
losing their warmth and affection for her. 

Then, taking the soap bar, Ellen scrubbed vigorously at his dark-furred 
skin, soaping along his muscularly powerful shoulders, down his strong 
animal legs, under his broad chest and over his young back. Hugging him as 
she washed and whispering consoling words and sounds into his ear, she 
continued her task, soaping now down the full length of his back and over 
his back haunches and down his legs. Turning the shower on and holding him 
tight so that he wouldn't be frightened, she rinsed the soap from his virile 
young body and then began to lather it all over again. 

She had reached his back haunches this time when her hands slipped 
underneath and began to soap and circle around his belly ... it was then, 
suddenly, that she realized she had reached his huge animal genitals! 

And it was the warm feel of those genitals in her hand that made the young 
wife realize how much she missed her husband, how much she missed his cock, 
lust-bloated and surging with blood, as she stroked it back and forth 
expertly in her hands! And now Nemo ... now she was stroking his masculine 
erogoneous zone as he stood unmoving as she did it! Her hand filled with 
slippery suds, she moved it back and forth over the unhidden length of his 
sheathed animal penis and huge, pendulous testicles ... except, as she 
continued her gentle soapy massage, something happened right before her 
eyes! The tip of his long, scarlet animal cock began to slowly, 
tantalizingly emerge from its concealing protection, more and more as she 
methodically sudsed it with slow, rhythmic motions, her breath suddenly 
catching in her throat with a gasp as she watched the exciting event! My 
God! it was enormous! And so hard, so incredibly hard in her small little 
hand! 

Nemo whimpered then and Ellen suddenly realized that she was teasing him, 
goading him and he had no outlet, no place to go, no way to relieve his 
suffering. Yes, it was cruel ... the erotically tantalizing motions of her 
hands were driving him crazy ... but the feel of that cock in her hands, so 
long and thick and beginning to throb already, sent shivers of chilling 
vibrations through her naked body ... and after all, he was only an animal, 
and her own pet at that! 

"Damn you, Tom!" the young wife hissed. "Damn you for leaving me alone so 
often! It's your fault, not mine, all your fault!" she continued, the hot, 
hard feel of Nemo's long, thick-fleshed cock firing her loins and creating a 
new and vibrant sensation of lustful longing, passion-inspired yearning for 
fulfillment. 

God, get hold of yourself, Ellen! This is absurd! 

Quickly, the young wife rinsed the soapy lather from her enormous animal's 
patiently unmoving body and climbed from the tub with him following close 
behind her. Not bothering with her own wet body, Ellen took that big bath 
towel she had gotten from the linen closet and began to dry him before he 
broke into a typical animal shaking spasm and soaked the entire bathroom! 

"There, big boy. all clean now," she said, smiling and trying to recapture 
that peaceful, private mood of moments before as she knelt nakedly there, 
moving around his enormous bulk as she dried him with the towel, her whitely 
glistening breasts and buttocks rippling provocatively from the exertion. 

She had reached the front of him now, their noses almost touching as she 
toweled his massive front chest, when it happened. Catching his mistress 
completely unawares, Nemo's warm moist tongue quickly darted out of his long 
jaws to brush hotly against Ellen's cheek! Reflexively, the young wife 
pulled back, surprised but of course not offended since Nemo was her own 
loving companion. And besides, the loving wet slurp sent a new erotic 
sensation shuttering through her naked body! For a long, silent moment Ellen 
stared deeply into his limpid black eyes, once more taking his big black 
head between her small hands. He had kissed her! There was no question about 
it, no question about his tender loving affection for her, no mistaking the 
now fervent glimmer in his eyes that gave him away! 

Slowly, the voluptuously naked young woman . leaned forward, holding his 
long face tenderly, then, nearly breathless, she parted her lushly moistened 
full lips with her tiny human pink tongue. . . ! Eagerly, his longer one 
plunged forward and touched the tip of it with a fiery, smoldering caress! 

Ellen! Stop this nonsense right now! This is an animal, not your husband! 

Nevertheless, the young brunette didn't stop. Her mind reeled as she thought 
of her handsome young husband and how they had made love together only a few 
nights ago ... how his eagerly probing tongue had searched warmly through 
the soft-walled recesses of her mouth ... how his thick hard cock had fucked 
as virilely up into the very depths of her hotly quivering belly..."Oh, Tom, 
oh Tom, how I need your cock " the young woman moaned as her tongue first 
made flame-licked contact with the wetly warm tongue of her animal 
companion! 

For a moment, Ellen couldn't move after those first flames touched her 
protruding tongue. Nemo was a mere animal ... and yet ... only Tom before 
had ever kissed her so passionately on the lips or licked at her excited 
little tongue the way Nemo had. Again, he did it, until suddenly she 
realized that there she was, exchanging feverish, tonguing caresses with 
him, and then he whimpered, the almost pleading sexuality of his tone racing 
through her like wildfire. For a long moment, the young woman wasn't certain 
that she could hold onto her now fragile sanity! She had never known more 
wildly provocative sensations of desire, except with her dear husband, than 
those which were now raging up between her trembling legs, upwards into the 
warm tremulous depths of her fire-filled belly! 

Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to the young brunette, as if 
they came from another person, as she crawled on the soft thickness of the 
fucked bathroom rug and rolled over nakedly on it. She lay there, lewdly on 
her back with quivering thighs spread partially open, her fingertips racing 
like hot, searing flames up over the satin-smoothness of her quaking belly 
to the sensuously swollen mounds of her desire-filled breasts. There they 
found the tiny pink-plumed nipples which had already raised into little 
marbles of hardness and teasingly fondled them, while her hotly glowing eyes 
searched the face of the massive animal companion moving towards her! 

Oh, Tom! God, why do you have to leave me alone all thy time? Oh, Tom, I 
can't stand it! Oh, I want you to fuck me so badly! 

Nemo felt the throbbing quiver of his loins and felt, too, that old familiar 
yearing that he had felt so often with his former dark-haired mistress. Yes, 
it was that same torrid craving he saw now in his new mistress' hotly 
smoldering eyes blaring out at him! His heart pounded in his broad virile 
chest at the sight of her nakedly curving hips, at the voluptuous hills and 
valleys of her naked body before him and he paused for a moment, awaiting 
her signal and staring down hungrily over her wetly glistening form. 

Ellen's breathing came more and more unevenly as she watched the great 
animal's intently studying eyes traveling up her form, surveying her 
obscenely spreading thighs. 

Ellen! It's not too late! God, you can stop yourself now! This isn't Tom but 
an animal, your new pet dog! Get hold of yourself! 

But then, with what seemed an abrupt suddenness. Nemo was there beside her 
and above her, lowering his head to lick out with his hot, wet. 
rough-skinned tongue over the smooth flesh of her softly quivering belly! 

Oh, God! ! Oh, Tom, please! Your licking me like that ... I can't stand it! 
I need it, I want it, I love it! But it's not you, is it? Oh, God, Tom! 

* * * 

Steve Martin stood under the cascading warm water of the shower and felt the 
soothing warmth of the moisture massaging his fevered skin like a cool 
spring rain. His skin tingled all over as he washed his love-wracked body 
once again, even though Peggy had just washed it for him before their 
lovemaking episode just a short while ago. 

God, she's some woman! I can't get over it! Sometimes I even surprise 
myself, too! At the rate I'm going, my heart and my cock will give out by 
the time I reach forty-five-but what a way to go! Fucked to death by your 
own wife! 

Steve stepped out of the shower and wrapped a small bath towel around his 
slender waist after toweling himself somewhat dry. When he emerged into the 
bedroom his hairy chest still glistening with moisture, his strong young 
legs beneath the tighty wrapped towel pressing against it, Peggy had already 
dressed in a low-cut short summer dress and was just slipping on her shoes. 
He smiled appreciatively when he realized that she had on neither bra nor 
panties beneath the slim-fitting cotten dress. Christ, she's already ready 
for more! 

"Say. babe, how about a nice martini to get us started for the evening?" he 
said jovially, studying his wife's full-blown breasts straining against her 
dress, threatening to spill out over the low-plunging neckline. 

"Urn, that's a good idea," she responded, walking out into the living room 
and pausing at the doorway to blow him a seductive kiss. 

Steve thought once again with regret of the swinging group of friends they 
had left behind in New York ... if only they could find some like-minded 
couples down here in Ft. Lauderdale! Surely, there must be many! Of course, 
perhaps not in this particular area ... most of the people in this 
neighborhood seemed ... well, rather staid ... except, of course, his 
lusciously provocative next-door neighbor! It would be good for Peggy and 
good for him if only they could find some swingers... 

"Steve, we seem to be out of gin. I'll run next door and see if I can borrow 
some from Ellen," his wife said, interrupting his revery, standing in the 
doorway of the bedroom with one hip thrown seductively forward. 

"Hey, I'll go," Steve volunteered, sensing an opportunity to be alone, if 
only briefly, with Ellen. 

"Sure you will," his wife replied cynically, "just like that, dressed in 
nothing but a towel!" 

"Oh," he answered sheepishly, "yeah well ... I could throw some clothes on 
real quick-" 

"Never mind," she interrupted. "I'll go. I want that cock of yours all to 
myself tonight! You just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll only be a few 
minutes." 

* * * 

Ellen was flushed with the feverish excitement of uncontained sexual arousal 
as she lay on the floor, panting spasmodically. looking up at the beautiful 
animal hovering above. Again, she felt the gentle nuzzle of his wetly 
curling tongue and she raised her head to watch the sensuous beast licking 
upward over the small rounded tummy of her flattened belly! Higher and 
higher he came ... it was almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing ... 
until at last he was wetly licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her 
passion-swelling breast, ever licking upward relentlessly over them to their 
ruby-crested, tautly distended nipple buds! 

"Oh, Nemo! Oh my God! Oh, where is Tom when I need him!" the young brunette 
moaned shamelessly aloud as he eagerly lapping tongue caresses wetly at the 
pinkly throbbing tips of her breasts again and again, sending maddening 
electric charges of a new and foreign animal desire whipping wildly through 
her nakedly quivering body. 

Her lust-clouded mind was blanking now to everything except the lewdly 
fire-flashing sensations his hotly licking tongue-tip rippling over the 
nakedly tremulous mounds of her beautiful shimmering breasts was creating 
within her! She heard him whimper from deep within his animal throat, her 
impassioned gaze now fixed on his incredibly seductive tongue-caressing over 
her smoothly shining skin. Then, his warm black eyes raised to meet hers, 
almost as if he were asking for her approval, their incandescent glow level 
with her own. She waited, not speaking, afraid to encourage his feverish 
tonguing, afraid to stop him, only intensely breathing through parted, 
gasping lips, and now he moved upwards to lick them, too! 

Nemo knew now that his new mistress was just as eager to play that special 
game with him that his former mistress had taught him so patiently. Boiling 
animal-blood pounded through Nemo's powerful body as once more he tasted the 
delicate essence of the naked woman's heat on her lips and fire-tipped 
tongue. Yes, she was very much like his former mistress, with only subtle 
individual differences. And now, with his own tongue, he whiningly flicked 
back at the tiny, pink lingual member darting at him from her open mouth, 
licking and tasting its wet human sweetness while faint mewling sounds 
issued from between her lushly parted lips. He saw that her eyes had closed 
as she lay there nakedly beneath him, impassionedly returning caress for 
caress, and once again he knew those broiling animal passions that had so 
often been roused into vibrant life by his former golden-tressed mistress! 
That same familiar pleasurable pain throbbed in the weight of his heavy, now 
sperm-filling testicles and he whimpered as he slowly backed away from her 
... she hadn't commanded him yet, hadn't given him the signal ... he mustn't 
go on until... 

Abruptly, his animal hot kisses stopped and Ellen opened her eyes to see him 
moving down between her wide-spread legs! Her own excited breathing 
quickened as she lewdly spread her luscious thighs even further apart in 
open surrender and welcome to her brutal beast! Lifting her head her brain 
swimming madly, the nakedly inflamed young wife watched him poise his large 
head above the nakedly quivering fullness of her thighs, his nose 
provocatively pointed at her trembling naked vaginal slit nestled between 
them... 

Oh Tom, how I love you to lick my pussy! How it thrills me to feel the hot 
wetness of your tongue caressing me there! Oh, but Nemo, will you really ... 
can you ... will you please lick me there, too? 

She heard her own guttural little whine then when he slowly lowered his long 
animal face, his hot breath taunting the forest of her pubic triangle 
curling tantalizingly before his eyes! Then, his cool, wet nose brushed 
against the hot white flesh of her softly smooth inner thighs ... and 
finally, against the thin hair-lined lips of her eagerly waiting cuntal 
crevice! 

"Oh yes, Nemo, yes, lick me there you big beautiful beast!" 

Ellen hardly knew what she was saying. All she recognized were the fiercely 
compelling passions swirling madly through her nakedly tremulous body, 
passions which had to be satisfied now no matter what! 

She heard the dog whimper then as he sniffed and she waited in frantically 
growing excitement for him to flick out his hot wet tongue... 

"Ooh, Ooh, that's a good boy! D-don't be afraid, Nemo!" Ellen cooed huskily 
at him, pulling her legs wantonly up and back so the whole of her naked 
loins were upturned to him and wildly trying to persuade the now reluctant 
animal to go further. "G-go on. lover. You know what to do! You must know 
what to do! I want you to lick me there ... there in my cunt ... yes, go 
ahead, big boy," she crooned, finally taking his massive head in her hands 
and guiding it gently towards her lust-inflamed cuntal cavern. 

That was the signal Nemo had been waiting for. I heard her sudden gasp when 
his own wet nose grazed wetly against the tiny puckered ring of her upturned 
anus and he knew now that although her signal was different from that of his 
former mistress', nevertheless she had commanded him to play his special 
game with her! Full-blooded animal passions raged through his loins in 
anticipation of the pleasure which he knew was to come for them both now. 

"Oh, God! Tom, I'm sorry but I ... oh, I need him! Oh, Nemo!" she blurted 
the moment his wetly probing tongue snaked up between her luridly exposed 
buttocks to workingly lick up and down the smooth, white fleshed valley 
surrounding her snug anal little opening, the hot tip exploring burrowing up 
into its tightly clasped little lips! 

"Oh God! Oooooooh! Nemo!" Her gasping moans increased, her shamelessly 
ignited naked body slipping deeper and deeper into the licentious feelings 
of debauchery that mesmerized her mind. Again and again his busy burning 
tongue licked hungrily through her wide-split vaginal and anal crevice, 
greedily blotting up and sucking in all her free-flowing passion juices. At 
its peak, the voraciously licking tongue hesitated invariably, and then 
flicked hotly into the churning liquid-drenched flesh to instinctively tease 
at the palpitating little tit of her tiny erect clitoris, fanning the hotly 
growing flames inside her like wind through a wildfire! 

On and on and on it went, relentlessly, with Ellen losing all relation to 
time and space her first orgasm sweeping over her like a tornado, the 
explosion bursting deep in the intricate flaming depths of her screaming, 
scorched loins and belly in an unparalleled fierceness to overwhelm her at 
last with the velvety waves of tingling, mind-blinding joy she felt to the 
very tips of her fingers, toes and nipples! And the heated flow of her 
overpowering orgasmic release only seemed to spur her whimpering 
animal-lover on as his excitedly licking, laving tongue sluiced like a 
firebrand wildly through her wetly splayed cuntal flesh until she was 
delirious with passionate joy beneath him. 

"Oh! Oh! OH! Oooooooooaaaaaaaawwwwwwwoooooo!" the young wife groaned over 
and over again, wailing as he lunged the long, thick measure of his hot 
animal-tongue with a lust-teasing curl even deeper into the feverishly 
clutching channel of her flame-licked vaginal passage. "Ooooooooohhhh! Oh my 
big ... beautiful ... lover ... ooooooaaaaaawwwwww!" she wailed like a 
crazed animal. "Oh, I love it ... when you lick me ... it's so ... soooooo 
goooood! No! Don't stop! Oh, please! Please ... don't stop ... not ever!" 
she exclaimed in her unquenchable, nakedly revealed hunger. She thrillingly 
watched her soft sensuous curves ripple and squirm beneath his unbelievably, 
lust-fevered tongue-lashing cunt-licking, suddenly wishing she had her 
husband's massively thick cock fucking brutally into her now hotly clamoring 
cuntal hole at the same time! 

"Oh, Tom! Oh, I love you ... and want you ... to fuck me ... fuck me good 
... fuck me hard ... oh. Topi!" she cried, imaging that his lust-bloated 
cock was at that very minute sending its white scalding cum spewing far up 
into the deepest recesses of her wildly milking vaginal mouth, pumping 
relentlessly with its hot fiery liquid into her craving cunt! 

"Ah, yes, Nemo ... lick it ... lick me good ... lick me like a lover ... 
yes, like that ... way up inside! Oh, yes, yes, YEEEEEEES!" She goaded him 
obscenely, completely carried away now by her own steaming, unrestrained 
passion. Now she lifted her feverishly simmering loins and ass-cheeks higher 
for him, up to the incessance of his hotly licking animal mouth, frantically 
longing for even deeper, hotter plunging tongue-fucking! 

"Ooooooooh! Further ... lick furtherrrrrrr. Nemo!" 

Helping, she reached down with trembling hands between her widespread 
quivering thighs, grasping his large head by the ears to pull his cool wet 
nose tighter into her wetly palpitating, steamingly seeping cuntal channel. 
His Firebrand tongue raced up into the warmly seething hole madly, his own 
animal-whines matching hers as he lashed furiously and relentlessly 
tongue-fucked into the smooth, soft-walled, passion-tingling cunt with a 
growing fervor that no man could match... 

"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuugh! You big beautiful beast! Oh, it's so ... soooooooooo 
gooooooood. lover! Soooooo wonderrrrrful!" she passionately hissed, head 
raised and eyes hotly gaping, The lustfully intoxicating sight of her 
obscene and forbidden act was nearly bending her mind to a point dangerously 
beyond human reason! Oh, if only Tom were here! If only he wouldn't go away 
and leave me ... so alone ... so hungry for love ... I'm only human after 
all! 

Nemo felt his loins and flanks throbbing from the liquid female heat of his 
young mistress' hotly flowing vaginal orifice and he knew that she was 
pleased. He knew, yes, his unerring instinct told him that now an even 
stronger fire was burning inside her than when he had first begun to lick up 
between her temptingly splayed legs, and its intensity made the blood pound 
hotly and furiously through his animal body. Yes, and he had felt this way 
many times before, when he had played this same special provocative game 
with his other mistress and he remembered as he licked pantingly how his 
other mistress had looked so much like this one, how both had the soft 
smooth, fragrant flesh and the same heated, pungent female odor generating 
from the thin, hair-fringed slit up between their legs. Yes, and it was the 
same fiercely compelling desire that he felt now ... the same familiar 
burning and churning through his cum-laden balls! 

The hot, pinkly glistening flesh of her love-hole in its sweetly flowing 
wetness was sending through his spearing tongue a new and wild sensation 
which he had never known before to this demanding extent, not even with his 
beautiful, smooth-skinned former mistress! He almost felt as if he were 
doing something ... almost wrong ... and yet it felt so good, this new 
ferocity was so exciting and wildly wonderful! 

Drawing her long, naked legs up and back even further until her knees 
flattened against the fully rounded voluptuous mounds of her twin 
ruby-crested globes, Ellen fucked her tongue-inflamed cunt back and fell 
into a rhythmic tempo beneath the handsome animal's furious tongue licking 
up into her passion-flared cunt. She rolled her head from side to side, her 
dark hair lashing at the air in a luridly sensuous cadence still holding his 
massive head tight between her lewdly upraised thighs. Her brain had become 
a mirror reflecting her husband's massive, hardened cock thrusting into her 
hungrily sucking cunt while Nemo continued to lap and lunge provocatively 
into the blazing moistened petals of her cunt. The madly impassioned young 
wife now lifted her head again to look down between her lewdly dancing 
breasts and thighs and to watch ... and it was then that she caught her 
first sight of it! 

The young woman in her lewdly sprawled voluptuousness, sensed her sultry 
eyes widening in disbelief at the obscenely glistening spectacle of Nemo's 
thick, scarlet cock emerging bit by bit from its long, hair-covered sheath 
... glistening wet and rock-hard, the fiery tapered end slithering and 
dancing rhythmically beneath as it slid ever so slowly out of its fleshy 
protective casing. She leaned to one side, gaping at it ... God! Is it 
possible! Look at that cock! 

A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism that she didn't know she 
possessed raged through Ellen's nakedly, lust-charged quivering body, an 
obscene, wicked, unholy, almost evil urge which fascinated the sex-starved 
young wife in its wild, debased and depraved lewdness. His cock ... it's so 
... so beautiful! Even Tom's has never looked so tempting to me! Oh God, I 
must be going out of my mind! Oh, Tom! Yes, Nemo's thickly emerging penis 
seemed, if only in her fevered imagination, even longer and thicker than her 
own husband's massive instrument! It was different, of course. Nemo's lovely 
organ was slightly different in its contour, with it beveled tip, but its 
very uniqueness made it all that much more appealing to the sexually 
stimulated young wife! 

For a long, emotion-tight moment, Ellen stared at the enormous animal's 
wetly gleaming hardness, sensing her mouth and throat at first going quite 
dry, then salivating at the sensually infusing sight of its fleshy 
thickness! The depravity of her intentions entered her mind briefly but then 
fled like a leaf on the wind. What concerned her most were the logistics of 
it ... how was she going to accomplish her wicked deed? How? And, would he 
let her?' 

Relentlessly, the great shepherd licked voraciously at her wildly seething, 
seeping cunt, his searing, wet tongue slithering again and again over the 
tiny, erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris! Wicked thrills of unnatural 
desire burned through Ellen's wretchedly writhing body and determined mind, 
adding to those in his scorching tongue stroking flames of enraptured 
passion in her lewdly splayed vagina. 

How? How? I Must ... but how? 

"Oh my darling Nemo! Oh, my big beautiful beast!" Ellen moaned, trying to 
raise higher and stroke his big head nuzzled obscenely as it was between up 
the fleshy smoothness of her creamy thighs and nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. 
"What a deliriously ... hot ... lover you are," she gasped, seeing his wetly 
curling tongue splaying through the wetly glistening cuntal flesh between 
their thin hair-fringed lips! His spearing tongue spread the delectable 
little lips open until they almost seemed to smile out from between her 
thighs in their desire-swollen ravishment! Her inner, smooth-walled 
pussy-flesh sparkled up at her, its surrounding curls damply matted, the 
entire lewdly exposed scene excitingly there before her eyes, his tongue 
hungrily feeding the salacious flames that roared and reverberated through 
her naked body and crashed into her mind! Her naked cherry-capped breasts 
quivered sensuously in her giddy, abandoned excitement as she continued to 
squeeze tightly at his massive head with her smooth-fleshed thighs! 

"Oh Nemo, my beautiful animal lover! Please ... please lie down ... come on 
... good boy . . , . down ... do it for me, big boy ... come on, down..., " 
she whispered urgently, her throat raspy with passion. "Do it, Nemo! Lie 
down! Down, boy, down! Yes, I'll leave my pretty pussy where you can lick 
it! Yes, you'll lick it all you want to, lover! Come on, now, lie down ... 
good boy ... down ... now, roll over ... good boy!" 

Ellen's fevered brain raced in reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself 
forward, not wanting to frighten or upset what she already had with Nemo ... 
She raised to her knees as the enormous Shepard, confused, began to back 
away from the wetly seething inferno between her salaciously open legs. Nemo 
looked confused, but Ellen didn't hesitate. No, there was no stopping now, 
no stopping the flames licking madly through her churning cunt! She 
whispered to the shepherd in gentle, soothing tones, at the same time 
brushing her hand tenderly, lovingly over his short-furred body, her eyes 
fixed on the solid length of the long scarlet dog-flesh throbbing out so 
tantalizing from below his belly! 

Nemo watched his new mistress raise up and move towards him, his abrupt 
disappointment and surprise and perplexity mounting with each unfamiliar 
move ... still, she continued to coo and croon in soft, loving tones at him 
and he knew that he could trust her. Once more she gave that command and 
reluctantly, not sure of himself, he obeyed and lay down. 

His unhappy whimpers sounded painfully in Ellen's ears as she saw his 
enormous, hardened cock withdrawing back into its fur-lined protective 
sheath. He lay down obediently on the soft rug, stretching out and finally 
responding when she continued to whisper fervently "Yes, roll over ... roll 
over, my pet ... good boy ... Ellen will take good care of you ... that's 
it, darling ... ooooooh! Good boy!" In a mindless, abandoned excitement, 
Ellen crawled and obscenely positioned herself so that her wetly glistening, 
nakedly exposed cunt was only inches from his long animal face, and even 
less than that when she drew her nakedly trembling thighs back! She eased 
forward, lewdly placing herself so that her passion-flushed face was 
directly above the opening of his cock-sleeve where the lust-hardened, 
scarlet animal shaft in all its protective turgidness had so slipperily 
vanished back up inside. 

Frenzied emotions of animal-lust and feverish anticipation swept through the 
sensuously blinded young wife. The obscene thought alone of the wickedly 
sinful act she was about to perform with a German shepherd was driving her 
wild with scandalous, salacious desire! She had never done this with anyone 
before, except Tom, of course. Never in her whole life had she held another 
man's cock in her hands much less contemplated taking its fully hardened 
length in between her hungrily glistening lips! And now, now she was going 
to perform that very sinful act not with another man but with a dog, with 
her new German shepherd! It was vile, wicked, ugly, she knew! But she also 
knew that she couldn't live without it, that she could never survive still 
another frustrated night without the warmly rigid feeling of a massively 
thick cock either between the lips of her hungry mouth or the hair-lined 
lips of her greedy mind-controlling cunt! 

Gently, Ellen move her hips toward his big, animal-face wantonly spreading 
her thighs as she lovingly took his head between them. She lay, breathing 
heavily on her side, with one leg lifted while she guided his cool wet 
dog-nose gently toward the pungently fragrant, wet heat of her hungrily 
throbbing pussy. Immediately, she felt his thick, rough-skinned tongue lash 
out at the still hotly palpitating crevice between her thighs, slashing 
through its glistening, passion-flushed pinkness like a liquid flame, and if 
she'd ever known lascivious, totally abandoned desire it was at that very 
lust-mesmerized moment! This was good, too good to be true, much too 
wonderful to be really real-and yet, it was! More pleasurably real and 
erotically stimulating than anything she had experienced since the first 
night of her marriage! She lowered her chest to rest on his warm, hard 
belly, her one hand quickly moving towards his skin-covered but still hard 
dog-cock. 

"Oh, Nemo! Oh, please be kind! Be a good boy for me. Nemo! God, I need your 
beautifully hardened cock like I've never needed one before!" she wailed in 
her delirious passion, her breasts quivering and her thighs trembling 
violently. 

Though still somewhat confused by the unfamiliar moves, Nemo was hardly 
nettled. No, he instinctively knew that his new mistress knew what she 
wanted and that, in the end. they would both be fulfilled and joyously 
happy, just as he had been after playing this special, salacious game with 
his former blonde mistress. His new mistress' pleasurable fondling was a 
sensuous delight and once again the dog sensed the throbbing of his blood 
beginning to pound from her fingertips' caressing and from the heated aroma 
of her warmly seething womanly love hole. He felt her delicately stroking 
fingers moving over his swollen loins, their gentle touch causing him to 
responsively tremble and quiver with delighted anticipation. The urge to 
close his eyes and lay there devotedly licking the hot sweetness of the 
thin-lipped crevice between the soft voluptuousness of her human thighs 
carried him away! 

Ellen had never reached such carnally salacious heights of excitement ... at 
least, not that she could remember. Such debauched pleasure had not streamed 
through her nakedly quivering body since the tempting night of her wedding 
to Tom Johnson and that was four years ago! She didn't give a damn now about 
anything as she hungrily clasped hold of his lust-swollen sheltered dog-cock 
and began to tauntingly manipulate the furry, outer flesh back and forth, 
feeling its hot thickness within! Oh, if only I can coax it out! I'll die if 
I can't taste the sweetness of his big, beautiful dog-cock! It has to come 
back out to me! I have to have it ... now! I need the feel and bittersweet 
taste of cock in my mouth! 

His thick, incessant tongue now laved frantically at her tiny, 
passion-inflamed clitoris and she knew she was on the verge of cumming 
again! Ooooooh, God! Give me that cock! The unreal wildness and depravity of 
her unnatural desires had paralyzed Ellen's mind by now and the thrilling 
anticipation of her next impending climax crashed like a hurricane through 
her lust-fevered mind. Oh, you big, beautiful darling! I can't cum without 
you! With intense feeling, yet with a methodical gentleness, the young wife 
worked the heavy protective sheath of skin back and forth, his warm head 
lewdly nestled within the fragrantly seeping territory of her fully spread 
thighs, unrelenting in its erotic task as his long, searing tongue dashed in 
and out of the wet, yielding crevice of her hotly steaming cunt. And then, 
it suddenly reappeared, the redly glistening tip of long, thickened 
animal-hardness slipping slowly, inch by inch, slowly and tantalizingly 
forward toward her breathless, tongue moistened lips ... until at last like 
a flame licking them, it touched like a searing electric shock! 

"Ummmmmmmmm," she moaned. With a blinded, mindless craving, Ellen in her 
lust-incited obsession ovaled her warmly receptive lips to let the thick, 
taper-tipped organ slide obscenely between them, easing further and further 
up into the soft-walled moistness of her eagerly engulfing mouth. It moved 
with a titillating, tantalizing slowness, relentlessly slipping along her 
lust-moistened tongue until it nearly reached the back of her throat! She 
brought her tongue fervently into play then, with an irresistible urgency, 
greeting and welcoming the unnatural presence with mindless, mesmerized 
abandon. Her desire-fogged brain swam with the licentious, forbidden 
pleasure of it, with the overpowering lustful intoxication of what she was 
doing ... oh, if only it would never end! If only I could simply go on and 
on like this. . . 

Then suddenly, with a mind-blazing quiver racing through her nakedly 
straining body, the young wife felt his cock jerk slightly against the back 
of her throat and tasted the thin, warmly seeping heat of his excited 
pre-cum in all its sweet, pungent maleness! It was no less delicious than 
the blood-pounding flavor of her own husband, Tom ... yes, it was so 
wonderfully hot and hard and throbbing madly, swelling more and more with 
every passing, fire-filled second! 

"Oooooooooaaaaaaaaauuuuuu uuu ww w ww www woooooooooo!" the young brunette 
managed to moan around the hotly pulsing, wetly invading instrument in her 
mouth. She was so lost and so completely abandoned in her reckless, 
forbidding passion that she didn't even hear the front door softly open and 
close. 

Her mind and senses still tingling from the erotic encounter with her 
husband in the shower shortly before, Peggy Martin strolled across her front 
yard to the neighboring yard of Ellen and Tom Johnson. Their house looked 
much like her own, with its pale yellow stucco, its dark wooden trim and its 
two-car garage off to the side. She saw Ellen's car parked in the driveway 
and so knew that her voluptuous young neighbor must be at home. 

Peggy had liked Ellen Johnson from the start. She accurately sized her up as 
a small-town girl with limited experience but with unlimited potential-as 
far as swinging went, anyway. Moreover, Peggy found Ellen's husband, Tom, 
very attractive, indeed, with his fine lithe muscular build and his ruggedly 
handsome face. The first time she had seen young Tom was the day after she 
and Steve had moved into their house while she was hanging her sheets to dry 
outside in the backyard. Over the fence she had spied a hairy-chested, 
blondely handsome young man diving into the small swimming pool, his 
well-developed muscles, rippling against his thin covering of skin with 
every supple movement, his blonde hair flying in the wind. From that moment 
on Peggy had felt an acute desire for the good-looking salesman next door 
and as the days passed, her thoughts focused more and more on how to get the 
young Johnsons couple into the swinging adventures she and Steve had 
discovered with other like-minded couples back in New York. 

Peggy knew, of course, that Tom was once again out of town and that this 
time he would be gone for six whole weeks. But she had decided that if, 
during that time, she could somehow manage to convince Ellen that the 
benefits of wife-swapping were indeed extraordinarily pleasurable ... at 
least that would be the first step in the right direction. After that, she 
herself would take care of Tom-good care-when he returned home in six weeks' 
time! Meanwhile, Steve could enjoy fucking Ellen if they could just work it 
out. . . 

The young blonde-haired neighbor stepped cheerfully up to the front door of 
Ellen Johnsons' house and knocked. Oddly enough, she found that the door had 
not been properly latched and slid open when her hand banged against it. 
Slowly, cautiously, fearing that something might be wrong, Peggy walked on 
tiptoe into the immaculately clean living room and cocked her ear to listen 
for strange sounds while her eyes searched for anything out-of-place or out 
of the ordinary. 

Nothing. Silence and everything in its proper place. 

Now, that's odd! Why was the front door open like that? Peggy looked around 
again, this time with greater concentration. No, nothing unusual. The gold 
brocade sofa sat before the low-slung glass-topped coffee table, Tom's 
large, comfortable soft chair rested in its proper place with its pillows 
neatly fluffed out, no lamps overturned, no pictures aslant on the walls, 
even all of the ashtrays were sparkling clean with not one gray ash in them! 
Peggy prowled carefully forward towards the kitchen ... no, nothing amiss 
there, either. The floor was swept clean and polished so that it gleamed, 
the counter tops and sink were immaculate and shining, even the trash can 
had been emptied! All that Peggy could determine from her brief but 
searching inspection was that Ellen seemed to be an extraordinary 
housekeeper! 

Suddenly, Peggy froze, her hand gripping tightly around the small glass jar 
she had carried over so that the knuckles turned white. She had heard a 
sound, an animalistic moaning sound, an unmistakable and erotic sound ... 
"Ooooooaaaaaauuuuuuwwwwwwoooooo!" 

Yes, that's Ellen alright, muffled though she sounds! But it can't be Tom 
she's with ... he's out of town, she said so herself. . . 

Peggy's first thought was that someone had broken into the house-that's why 
the front door had been open!-and was now forcing Ellen into some unnatural 
or depraved act in her own home! Cautiously, Peggy walked along the carpeted 
floor towards the direction of that incredible moan ... step by step, her 
hand still wrapped tightly around the glass jar she had carried with her ... 
towards the bedrooms ... down the narrow hallway ... and then she saw! 

The young blonde's eyes flew open and her hand suddenly lost its grip on the 
glass jar so that it fell to the floor. Luckily, there was soft, plush 
carpeting beneath her feet so the falling jar made no noise. Peggy stood 
there, frozen, mesmerized, her eyes bulging wide, her breath caught in her 
throat and suddenly she shivered, although it was a warm summer day. 

There at the end of the hallway, the bathroom door stood wide open. And 
inside the well-lit room Peggy saw the most extraordinary thing she had ever 
seen in her life! Can it be? Can that be ... inexperienced young Ellen 
Johnson ... being licked and sucking back in return her new pet dog? My God! 

Unaware of her audience, unaware of everything except the bitter-sweet taste 
of Nemo's long hot hardness trapped in the warm, moist shelter of her mouth, 
Ellen Johnson wouldn't even have cared at that point if she knew that the 
whole neighborhood, the whole world was watching her debased, lust-inspired, 
unnatural act there in the bathroom with her new pet shepherd, Nemo. All she 
cared about at that moment was the raging fire burning within her wretchedly 
writhing body, the ecstatically sublime sensations rippling through her 
aching loins and up to her tremulously quivering breasts and finally 
crashing like thunder into her lust-crazed mind. 

The young wife heard Nemo's high-pitched animal whimper as he continued to 
lovingly lick her passion-inflamed pussy and she began to suck and twirl her 
caressing hot little pink tongue warmly around his long, thickly turgid cock 
to repay him for the unbelievable pleasure he was so fantastically bringing 
her with his own warmly lashing oral instrument. She felt his powerful 
dog-body responding to her obscene sucking, his canine loins jerking and 
pressing forward in an almost human way. She brushed one exploring hand then 
along his short-haired belly to his heavy, pendulous, sperm-filled balls, 
cupping them warmly and gently at first, then lightly teasing them with her 
long-nailed finger-tips. Again the animal whimpered, the excruciating 
excitation causing him to begin a slow, rhythmic fucking motion up into the 
tightly clasping oval of her warm, voraciously sucking lips. 

Peggy Martin, still standing mesmerized in the hallway, had now leaned 
against the wall to support herself in her shock as she watched the obscene, 
lewdly exciting tableau being enacted before her wide-open eyes and gaping 
mouth. 

Ellen was by this time delirious with the pleasure of her erotically 
perverted act. God, the taste of it! The taste of his dog-cock is a 
mind-bending delight! Oh, Nemo! You big, beautiful beast, you! 

The young wife moaned sensuously and began to nurse and tongue like a 
concerned mother at .the ever-thickening length of burning, rock-hard penile 
flesh with salaciously timed head movements. Delicately sweet, her 
lust-filled brain wildly thought, yet flavored with the wonderful sweetness 
of his own natural oozing semen ... oh ... so delicious! such a delectable 
sweet taste ... oh God! ... oh, soooooo delicious! 

The smooth thick length of his growing, blood-engorged dog-cock fucked into 
her warmly milking mouth in perfect cadence, while his own hotly swirling 
tongue laved the hot, liquid flesh of her lewdly and invitingly splayed cunt 
with animalistic appetite! Ellen nipped and gently scraped the edges of her 
even, white teeth while at the same time swirling her hot little tongue in 
tiny moist circles around his heavily pulsing animal hardness, completely 
lost in the licentious thrill of her depraved and obscene encounter with 
Nemo. God, it was almost as sweet as hot honey in her mouth, its tapered 
scarlet length plunging in a slippery wet heat all the way down to the back 
of her throat! What will his dog-cum taste like? Will it be like a man's? 
Thick and hot and sticky and spurting in creamy jets ... or are animals 
different? 

"Ooooooaaaaaauuuuuuwwwwwwooooooaaaaaaugh!" the young brunette moaned again 
around the thickly invading phallus in her warmly sucking mouth, her 
voluptuously tingling breasts quivering with abandoned lust-excited 
sensations of rapturous pleasure while the incredible pressure of impending 
release filled her warmly lubricated cunt. 

Nemo had never known anything like this with a human woman, not even with 
his former mistress! Certainly his former human woman had taken his cock in 
her mouth ... but never with quite the extraordinarily greedy hunger of this 
human! She had his lust-hardened pole of dog-flesh inside her warm, wet 
mouth, yet it felt so much like it were thrusting into the hot, fleshy 
sucking walls of a vaginal hole! And yet ... there was a difference ... a 
sublimely pleasurable difference in the feel of her sharp white teeth and 
seethingly moist tongue. He whined and whimpered over and over again, 
knowing no other way to express the feeling of those salaciously sublime 
sensations which were causing waves of fire-filled pressure deep in the 
depths of his swirling loins, knowing that soon, very soon, he would feel 
the orgasmic ecstasy of that final and triumphant release! 

Ellen Johnson had never sucked more voraciously or with greater vigor on 
even her own husband's massively turgid cock, or with such enthralling 
forbidden enchantment overwhelming her voluptuously curved body. With a 
newly discovered hungering animalism of her own, the sensuously inflamed 
young wife mouthed and worked slavishly at the Shepard's enormously torrid, 
granite-hard cock, her wantonly abandoned mind a furnace of simmering, 
flame-licked lust. Oh God, Nemo how I want your wonderful animal-cum 
shooting into my mouth! Yes, yes, give it to me, every last hotly streaming 
ounce of it! Yes, give it to me until it dribbles magically down my throat 
... yes, give it all, yes, every single hotly flowing drop of it! 

Raging tongues of stabbing, scorching flames blazed between her salaciously 
spread legs! Her trembling belly seethed like a flaming forest and the 
fire-filled, gleaming wetness of her smoldering cunt glowed with the searing 
passion tormenting it with every new assault of his firebrand tongue. The 
young wife clutched at the loving animal's enormously swollen balls, 
beginning to lewdly milk and caress them as she noisily slavered over and 
sucked at his tremendously thickened, turgidly throbbing cock! Oh, Christ! 
I'm going to ... cum any minute ... now ... all over his marvelously licking 
tongue! It was then, through the lust-cloud that surrounded her crazed mind 
that the young brunette heard her shepherd whine, then yip out in his own 
bestial ecstasy! 

Within moments his yip had become an almost guttural snarl and at the very 
same moment his muscular young flanks began to hump and pump furiously, 
driving his massively thick, unrelenting hot hard cock deep, deep down into 
his mistress' throat! His sudden, almost brutal lurch triggered wild, 
untamed and unrestrained sensations of ecstatic joy inside her, and she 
moaned out again around his tonsil buffeting cock, "AAAAAAUUUUUUGH!" all the 
while still wildly sucking and swallowing until it began to spasm out in her 
warm and voraciously working mouth. 

Suddenly Ellen felt her own body jerk, writhe and rock convulsively as the 
tidal wave of her own orgasm rippled through her quivering body while his 
cock erupted volcano-like into her mouth, its thickly cascading gushes of 
scalding liquid cum shooting from the base of his heavily inflated balls 
through the hotly jerking length of his dog-cock and into the back of her 
wildly swallowing throat It filled her frantically sucking mouth faster than 
she could gulp it down and he continued to cum and cum and cum and she 
thought he would never, never stop spurting that scalding thick liquid into 
her wretchedly straining throat, while her own ecstatic explosion charged 
through her body like a million volts of electricity! It seemed to go on and 
on and on like that forever, his own hot juices swirling madly around her 
tongue while her own sweet cuntal secretions flowed like a raging river over 
his hotly lapping rough-skinned animal tongue still working hungrily in the 
soft, hair-fringed folds of her cumming vagina below... 

Peggy Martin felt her own blood rushing like a boiling cauldron through her 
shamelessly aroused young body as she leaned back against the hallway wall. 
The salacious spectacle in the bathroom between Ellen Johnson and her German 
shepherd had aroused hitherto unsuspected fires of lustful passion in the 
brunette neighbor, a newly discovered animalistic hunger for this unusual 
and unnatural sexual ritual that was being performed right before her gaping 
eyes. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Peggy Martin staggered across the soft green grass of her neighbor's front 
yard towards her own. The lust-crazed images of her wickedly cock-sucking 
neighbor and the incessantly tongue-lapping German shepherd crashed together 
in her mind making one enormous swirl of reckless and abandoned excitement 
which the young blonde had never known possible. It had been like a circus 
of lust-incited, hedonistic pleasure, an orgy of carnival-like delight and 
Peggy Martin wanted desperately to be a part of it all! 

Her eyes rimmed with tears, her hands still shaking, she flung herself 
through her own front door and collapsed onto the soft cushions of a chair. 
Her breathing came in panting, ragged spurts, her lips and hands and knees 
trembled violently, her breasts beneath the low-plunging neckline of her 
short cotton dress raged with a fire-filled excitement that even now burned 
through her aroused young body. 

Ellen Johnson! And her dog, Nemo! Why, I never would have imagined a scene 
like that even in my most vivid, excited dreams! 

"My God, Peggy, what's wrong with you?" Steve's voice reached her ears. She 
looked up to see him rapidly striding across the living, my expression of 
worried concern creasing his face. "Jesus, you're as white as a ghost? What 
happened? Is something wrong?" 

"Y-you're just ... not going to believe ... I ... " she stuttered, trying to 
collect her thoughts and inject her voice with some semblance of calm 
rationality. 

Steve sat down onto the couch beside his distraught wife, placing his strong 
young arm comfortingly around her shoulder. In his hand he had a clearn, 
sparkling drink with a slice of lime floating in the cool-looking liquid. 
"Here," he said, "I mixed a gin-and-tonic while you were gone. Take a little 
of this, it'll calm you down." 

"Gin?" his wife asked absently. 

"Yeah, I found some in the kitchen after all. Here, come on, take a nice 
hearty gulp. Or finish it up, if you need it." 

"Thanks," Peggy replied shakily, grasping the glass with two trembling hands 
and gulping down the coolly refreshing liquid as if she were a weary 
traveler just emerging from the desert. 

"Now, tell me, Peggy, what is this all about?" 

"It's about Ellen Johnson, your sweet, 'innocent' young neighbor. I have to 
tell you this, but you won't be the first one inside her hot little pants, 
my dear," Peggy said with smug, almost snide pleasure. 

"What?" Steve exclaimed, obviously very surprised. 

"I ... I just went over there ... and when I went in ... well, at first I 
thought ... well, never mind what I thought," Peggy explained, trying still 
to get her thoughts into some sort of reasonable order. "What I saw was ... 
Ellen Johnson ... and her dog ... her damned shepherd ... in the bathroom 
... they were sucking each other off!" 

Steve eyed his wife with an expression on his lace somewhere between shocked 
surprise and simply mild disbelief. She had been known to pull an occasional 
practical joke before... 

"You think I'm kidding, don't you?" his wife asked, reading his thoughts 
easily. "Well, I'm not. It's such a far-fetched, unbelievable story-do you 
really think my imagination is good enough to come up with something that 
far out?" 

Her handsome young, dark-haired husband studied Peggy's face as if the real 
truth of the matter were hidden there somewhere if only he could go just 
beneath the surface to find it! It would be just like Peggy to gloat 
triumphantly if their sexy neighbor had found a temporary substitute for her 
traveling husband ... but a dog? 

okay, look, honey, I'll take your word for it," Steve said reluctantly. "But 
even you have to admit that it's a little hard to believe. I mean, Christ, 
Ellen Johnson, Little Miss Pure-At-Heart! Doing it with a dog? Even you have 
to admit that it's hard to imagine her even doing that with another man, 
right?" 

"Right. But, you forget, I saw it with my own two eyes. I saw them there 
together and they were eating each other like crazy!" Peggy exclaimed, her 
arms now flailing for emphasis and her breath beginning once again to come 
in halting gasps. "I saw them there ... and I knew, I tell you, I knew it 
all the time and I told you, didn't I, that beneath that innocent exterior . 
. 

"Yes," Steve admitted still eyeing his wife with some disbelief, "you told 
me. You said, if I recall correctly, that if we could only convince her ... 
then Tom would follow quickly enough." 

Peggy took another long gulp of the refreshing gin-and-tonic and seemed to 
calm down somewhat. Her darkly handsome young husband sat contemplating this 
extraordinary discovery for some minutes when suddenly he turned to his wife 
and said, "Hey! Wait a minute! How come that dog didn't jump up and attack 
you if he's such a viscious watch-dog?" 

"Believe me," Peggy responded with snide assurance, "he was much too busy. 
Besides, I was there earlier today, remember? Even if he caught my scent, 
I've already been introduced to him as a friend." 

"Urn. Well, that makes sense. Still, I'm not so sure I like the idea of you 
prowling through their house with that dog in there. He might just bite and 
ask questions later!" 

"Yes, I suppose you're right," his voluptuously contoured young wife 
admitted. "But, still, I'm glad I went over there! God, what a show! My cunt 
is tingling!" she exclaimed, licking her bottom lip playfully and hungrily, 
her tiny pink tongue-tip easing its way from one side to the other. Her 
mouth took on a slight pouting expression as she once again recalled the 
fervent, passionate ardor of her young neighbor and that massively handsome 
German shepherd. "Steve, you should have seen them! Talk about getting 
fucked and sucked! What a prick that dog has, too! Jesus, I've never seen 
anything like it-it almost looked like it was a foot long! And there it was, 
all wet and scarlet and thick pumping in and out of her mouth to beat the 
band while he licked her cunt as if he were a starving, wild beast! He-" 

"Okay, enough!" Steve exlcaimed. "Christ, you're making me horny, woman! 
Look at this!" he proclaimed, yanking down the zipper on his trousers and 
pulling his incredibly swollen rod of flesh out into the light." 

"You think you're horny?" his wife answered with a sensuous teasing quality 
in her lilting voice. She leaned against him, taking the massive instrument 
gently in her hand, and said in a husky voice, "If this little baby is ready 
for action, then what are we waiting for?" 

"Ummm," her smiling young husband replied, "that's what I like to hear. And 
that's what I love about you-always ready and always willing." He smiled 
inwardly, recalling that his wife had nothing on beneath her short cotton 
dress, and wrapped his strong young arms around her, drawing her to him, and 
letting his hands slide down her back sensuously as he pulled the dress 
zipper down to the top of her ass-crevice. 

Ellen laughed, jumped up from the couch and pulled the dress off over her 
head, flinging it carelessly down onto the floor beside her. Throwing her 
head back with roaring laughter, she cried "Last one out to the pool is a 
rotten egg!" and ran naked out the back door into their fenced yard and dove 
headlong into the cool blue water of their small swimming pool. Within 
minutes her tingling, gurgling laughter seemed to be echoing around the pool 
itself as Steve dove in after her, stripped of all his clothing so that his 
handsomely muscular body glimmered in the warm afternoon sun as he emerged 
at the shallow end of the pool. 

His curvaceous young wife soon joined him there and Steve bent to kiss her 
open, laughing mouth with all the ardor that had been aroused in him by his 
wife's provocatively exciting tale. They were both standing waist-deep in 
the shallow end of the pool as her tanned torso merged with his. her creamy 
flaring hips and his tight-muscled buttocks being lapped by the water as he 
put his hands on her smoothly soft shoulders and drew her to him rather 
playfully. Peggy reached up and wrapped her slender arms around her 
husband's thick neck and nresserj her body tightly against his with growing, 
hungering passion. She fitted her pelvis neatly into his with a lascivious 
undulation of her naked body and the muscles of his hips flexed as they 
strained forward to meet her demanding erotic posture. 

Steve's hands moved swiftly over her silky back and shoulders with little 
pinchings and squeezings of the softly supple young flesh before moving 
provocatively downwards and under the water to clasp the spongy flesh of her 
buttocks under the water. His hands stopped there, his strong fingers 
digging into the round white cushiony globes, pulling the lower part of her 
nakedly glistening body closer and harder into him. The water swirled around 
them as from the waist down the young couple appeared to be engaged in a 
sort of lewd, slow-motion dance with hips gyrating and wriggling while their 
legs rubbed and entwined together. 

Soon, the playfully passionate young naked couple drew apart and Steve gave 
his heatedly aroused young wife a playful shove. His eyes by now were 
heavy-lidded, glazed with the almost sleepy look of smoldering desire, but 
he was grinning broadly and laughed uproariously before diving underwater to 
swim the short length of the pool several times. He knew what he was doing, 
he knew that he was tantalizing and teasing his voluptuous young wife almost 
cruelly-but he also knew that she loved it, that she would become hotter and 
hotter the longer he could prolong the roguish teasing He turned over on his 
back at last, the white bulk of his massive male genitals floating out from 
his dark pubic curls with a pale, glistening glow and Peggy's eyes were 
locked on its bulging contours as she waded in the shallow water, a 
lascivious glimmer in her lewdly provocative smile. 

Peggy's firm, moon rounded breasts shimmered in the sunlight, her pink 
nipples jutting out erectly on her up-thrust mounds. Her flat tummy gave out 
to broad flaringly curved hips and beneath lay the dark moist strands of her 
pubic triangle and she stood now only knee-deep in water, the tapering 
columns of her legs spreading out to either side and her arms flailing in 
mock anger. 

Her words seemed to crash into Steve's ears, although she spoke them with a 
husky seductiveness. "Come on back here, you cunt-teasing bastard. You said 
you were horny, didn't you?" 

Steve flipped over and swam back to her with such loud splashings that Peggy 
held her breath and soon he reached her nakedly trembling body. The muscles 
of his arms rippled under his wetly gleaming skin and for several minutes 
they played and thrashed about together like two wildly excited little 
children. They fondled each other with obscene, licentious zest and their 
inner excitement grew to enormous proportions with every passing moment as 
Steve had known it would. His expert hands seemed to explore every curve, 
every hillock and valley of her voluptuously contoured body as she giggled 
in response twisting and turning against him. Steve played lustfully with 
the pointed cones of her breasts, toying with the erectly distended nipples 
until she squealed delightedly for mercy. Then his hands kneaded the soft 
flesh of her flat belly and then he ran his tantalizing fingers in and out 
of the dripping wet triangle between her thighs. 

It wasn't long, of course, before his blonde-haired young wife couldn't 
tolerate any more teasing exploration and she then presented him with the 
smooth white orbs of her pliant buttocks, leaning so far forward that she 
almost lost her precarious balance as he pinched the smooth cheeks and dug 
his fingers deep into the soft white furrow between the enticingly supple 
spheres. 

Steve expertly spread the whitely glistening globes wide with deft, sure 
manipulation of his strong young fingers. His young wife could feel a cool 
rush of air in the crevice between that rushed over the tiny ring of her 
puckered anus and she felt the ring expand and contract almost convulsively 
and she could feel her husband's virile swelling penis against the moistly 
trembling crevice. She spun around to face him now, and reaching down she 
took his massively erected organ playfully in her slender hand and squeezed 
it gently between her thumb and the tips of her trembling fingers. She 
fondled the blunt-bloated head until the tiny thin mouth at the tip was 
gasping, opening and closing almost spasmodically. 

The hotly aroused young wife knew exactly what she wanted now and emerged 
from the cool blue water until she had reached the second step where she was 
barely calf-deep in water. Here she bent forward, spreading her tremulous 
legs apart in open and enticing invitation to her heatedly excited young 
husband and reaching behind her with her hands to pull her quivering 
ass-cheeks apart for him. Steve came up behind her, his massively pulsing 
cock heading directly for the tightly crinkled ring of her anal opening. The 
tiny puckered hole was stretched wide, open and quivering in eager 
anticipation of the impending assault between the distended cheeks of her 
lewdly presented ass-cheeks. 

A hoarse, urgent cry sprang like lightning from between Peggy's 
lust-moistened lips. "Aaauuugh! Ooooooh! Yeeeeeeeees! Put it in! Hurry, 
shove it up into my belly!" she demanded as her handsome young husband stood 
nakedly behind her with the bulbous tip of his cockhead throbbing wildly 
against the tiny aperture. He let the. lust-swollen head rest there for a 
long moment, purposely tantalizing his lust-provoked wife. It was 
blood-filled now to a deep crimson color and pulsing almost angrily between 
the wetly glimmering rounded cheeks of her ass. Peggy could hear him 
breathing hard, his muscular young body twitching and lusting passion, but 
holding back to torment her and to savor the thrill of feeling her heated 
flesh as it expanded against the lust-head of his penis. 

"Steve! Steve! God-damn you! What in hell are you waiting for? An engraved 
invitation?" The voluptuously excited young blonde could hear her husband 
chuckle lewdly at this remark, but still he remained stationary, his 
blood-engorged cock-head still nestled provocatively between her 
wide-spread, softly pliant buttocks. "Come on, damn you, fuck your cock up 
into my ass-hole! I can't stand it any longer!" she rasped finally. 

Steve took his wife at her word. His reaction was immediate and almost 
brutal. Steadying her with a firm grip on her sensuously flaring hips, he 
lunged forward to violently that he almost knocked.her over. With a savage 
force, his lusting thick phallus plowed into the narrow darkly clinging 
channel of her rectum and then Steve heard the cry of agonized delight when 
she felt the first deliriously delicious shock of his entry. As she screamed 
incoherent, lusting wails into the warm afternoon, her handsome young 
husband plunged his enormously elongated prick in and out of the hotly 
screaming tunnel of flesh like a pistoning ramrod. 

Peggy's head flailed ecstatically from side to side, her long blonde hair 
flying around her head and the expression on her lust-contorted face was one 
of sublimely excruciating pleasure. Meanwhile, the young wife could hear her 
husband's cries of animal-like ardor and those sounds only increased her own 
already frantically aroused appetite. 

"Oooooooooh," she wailed, "Yeeeeeeeees! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee! Harder! 
Deeper! Faster! Damn you, harder! Oooooooooh, yeeeeeeeees, lover!" 

Through the lust-crazed muddle in her mind the young blonde wife heard her 
husband's almost pleading scream bursting into her ears. "Christ, I'm gonna 
cum!" And he did, with all the mind-blinding fury and spasming strength of 
his hotly aroused, strongly muscular young body. 

But Peggy wasn't satisfied, not yet. She turned to sit on the steps of the 
pool, her husband's deflated penis hanging above her. With gently, sure 
strokes, she teased its fleshy length with her provocatively teasing 
finger-tips until she could feel it beginning once again to swell and 
lengthen and thicken with rampant desire. Then, as she still held it, she 
slipped her lust-moistened lips around its blunt-bloating head to tease it 
into even more pulsingly turgid stiffness. 

Soon Steve's massive masculine tool was once again swelling to its former 
rigid inflation under the expert ministrations of his eager young wife's 
lips. With a dedicated abandon she mouthed the wet, semen-dripping gland as 
if it were the sweetest-tasting treat in the whole world. Which, to her, it 
was! One hand was helping her eager restoration by rhythmically stroking the 
tightening skin while the other rubbed and kneaded at the hairy globes of 
his pendulous balls. 

Suddenly, the aroused young wife pulled her wetly glistening lips away from 
the ballooning organ and looked up at the towering figure of her husband. 
"Now it's my turn, darling. I'm just getting you nice and ready!" 

"You mean you're not going to finish what you started?" her surprised young 
husband said, arching his hips and waving his heavily swollen cock in front 
of her passion-flushed cheeks. 

"Don't worry," his excited, nakedly trembling young wife replied with a 
crooning voice, "Your cock won't go unrewarded!" 

With that Steve lowered his head so that their lips brushed seductively 
against each other and then he bent lower to kiss the warm hollow of her 
throat, and soon he was moving his mouth wetly down over her velvety skin to 
the rounded globes of her firmly sloping breasts. Here he pressed circles of 
moistly provocative kisses around the rose-hued areoles, then he teased the 
pink crinkly nipples into throbbing erection with flame-licking dartings of 
his tongue. His mouth paused there briefly to warmly suckle each scarlet 
tip, first one and then the other, and he heard a low wailing moan creep up 
from his wife's throat and slither through her lips. 

Her head was thrown all the way back, her light hair cascading down her back 
as Steve stooped down and nibbled seductively at the small swell of her flat 
belly. Her proud crescent breasts jutted out above his darkly curly head, 
trembling with the erotic agony of being left abandoned and neglected. The 
nipples had deepened to an almost purplish color and glistened with the 
saliva-moisture of his hotly teasing mouth while his lips now found the 
erogenous hollow of her navel and he worked his tongue tantalizingly into 
the defenseless little aperture... 

Peggy's mewling, throaty moans were constant now and her nakedly glistening 
body wriggled and squirmed against the tile wall. She had been running her 
quivering fingers through her husband's hair and stroking the back of his 
neck but suddenly her fingers dug mercilessly into the flesh of his muscular 
young shoulders, and her body arched with the shock of pleasure that rippled 
through it. 

Peggy looked down to see her husband's long pink tongue flash and tangle in 
the light thatch of her pubic curls between her lewdly wide-spread thighs. 
The water lapped provocatively at his chin and he struggled upright against 
the urgent push of her hands digging into his shoulders. 

"I'm not going to drown, not for you or anybody else," he grumbled, boosting 
his naked wife up onto the tiled edge of the pool. Peggy responsively lay 
back with her knees drawn up and her legs enticingly spread wide apart. With 
practised precision Steve shifted the flattened spheres of her pliant 
buttocks on the rough cement to suit his purpose, feasting his lust-glazed 
eyes on the hair-lined target of his impending assault as it glimmered wetly 
between the smooth, creamy-white columns of her luscious outstretched 
thighs. Then he began tracing the moist pulsing lips of her vagina with his 
fingertips, circling the glossily shimmering folds of pink pussy flesh while 
working his hotly swirling tongue deeper into the hotly palpatating sheath. 
His other hand was not idle but had burrowed down between his own legs, 
gently stroking the full, lust-hardened length of his own rigidly throbbing 
cock. 

Peggy's entire nakedly trembling body twitched, twisted and writhed and her 
passionate moaning was now incessantly echoing in Steve's ears as he pulled 
his head back to watch her cunt for a moment. Her feet were braced on the 
lip of the pool and the straining muscles of her voluptuous thighs trembled 
violently as she too watched, her husband's hands were probing searchingly 
into the softly heated regions of her pulsing cuntal flesh, while he still 
tenderly massaged the massive swollen, rigidly throbbing organ of his 
manhood. Soon his grip tightened harder around the turgidly thick instrument 
and his hand began pistoning up and down, the elongated shaft throbbing and 
jerking madly in his hand. Slowly he lowered its head again and fastened his 
eagerly moist mouth on the fevered pink lips of his wife's seething vagina 
and she shifted her legs to make closer contact with his eagerly anxious 
lips. She hunched forward, too, arching her voluptuously curved hips and 
moving them in little, quick thrusting motions following the rhythm of the 
voracious lips and tongue working hungrily into her lust-lubricated cunt. 

With every jab of his madly flicking tongue the young wife seemed to grow 
more and more out of control, more and more possessed by the irrepressible 
demon of passion. Her head was a yellow flame thrashing wildly back and 
forth and her fists pounded with a life of their own against the hard 
poolside paving as her abandoned lust took control of her lust-driven body. 
Her ripely mature, fully rounded breasts jiggled from side to side in a lewd 
dance of inflamed desire with the wild contortions of her naked body, the 
lust-stiffened nipples quivering with an intense and vibrantly excruciating 
excitement. Her buttocks danced, too, in lewd circles and her nakedly 
glimmering thighs strained together to clutch Steve's head in a savage 
embrace as though she wanted to draw the whole of it into her wildly 
stimulated womb. 

Steve impatiently grabbed his wife by the legs now and pried her 
voluptuously fleshy thighs even wider apart with a vicious wrenching motion. 
His head flew up for a moment, his mouth open and gulping for air while his 
hands fastened on her ankles to attempt to quell the frenzied jerking of her 
legs. Peggy lay back, her breath coming in ragging panting bursts, her 
thighs held wide-spread by her husband's strong grip, the moistly shimmering 
lips in between pulsing with unparalleled excitement. With a thrust of his 
hips, Steve adroitly set his bluntly bulbous cock-head against the soft 
hair-fringed lips of her aching vagina and then slowly he pressed forward 
and fucked his erectly wavering cock up into the warmly steaming flesh of 
her vaginal passage. Her entire body seemed to scream around his invading 
prick as if in triumphant welcome for the heavily conquering spear. 

Steve watched as his turgidly thick cock disappeared inch by tantalizing 
inch into the dark, soft, lust-lubricated wetness of his wife's hotly 
clenching vagina, his loins aflame with exquisite vividly pulsing desire, 
the growing burning pressure in his cum-laden balls driving erotic 
sensations through his rampaging prick buried deep in the soft-walled sheath 
of his wife's voraciously sucking cunt. With a lust-driven groan, he began a 
rhythmic fucking in and out of the warm wetly clinging cavern, all the while 
listening through his lust-glazed mind to his wife's tormented cries and 
moans of sheer and unrestrained pleasure, her sensuously curved hips arching 
to meet his every plundering plunge. 

The rhythmic motion of their fucking rapidly gained momentum until Peggy's 
whole lust-incensed body was gyrating with the wildly frantic turbulence of 
abandoned sexual excitement. After all the previous erotic stimulation she 
knew it wouldn't be long now before her own long-delayed, mind-blinding 
orgasm struck with the glorious release of climaxing ecstasy. And, in fact, 
it didn't take long at all. Just as she felt her husband's wildly jerking 
cock begin to gush hotly with its thickly white scalding fluid into her 
seething lust-licked cuntal cavern, she felt every muscle of her own 
wretchedly straining body grow taut as she hung for a moment teetering on 
the edge of ultimate and sublime release and then... 

Peggy's body was seized by a prolonged, devastating spasm as the surge of 
ecstatic orgasm tremored through her naked body. Wave after wave of the 
lust-driven contortions swept through her wildly milking cunt! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

By eight o'clock Monday morning Steve Martin was already in his car, turning 
the key to coax it into roaring life, then shifting into reverse gear to 
back out of the driveway. Peggy sat still over her morning tea as she heard 
his shiny sports car roar away down the street and she sighed. But her 
thoughts were not on her husband. Her thoughts instead were focused on the 
luridly exciting scene she had witnessed in the bathroom of her next door 
neighbor, Ellen Johnson. 

That lust-arousing image had somehow become firmly implanted in her brain 
and try as she might, she could do nothing to erase its erotic excitement. 
She hadn't seen Ellen since then, except for a moment as she left her house 
for her part-time job just before Steve left. She glimpsed the young 
brunette from their living room window as she went to draw the curtains open 
as she did every morning. 

Somehow the hours passed, slowly, tortuously, the hands of the clock seeming 
to take forever to sweep around from one hour to the next. Peggy occupied 
part of the morning cleaning the house, meticulously dusting every table 
top, running the vacuum cleaner over every square inch of floor, scrubbing 
then waxing the kitchen floor and finally washing down the full-length 
living room windows. Try as she might, however, to concentrate on her tasks, 
still the lust-provoking images of Ellen Johnson succulently sucking on the 
pinkly glistening cock of her husky German shepherd clung to the fringes of 
her imagination with stubborn tenacity. 

With nothing but the sheer strength of her own willpower, Peggy blocked the 
whole erotic incident out of her fevered thoughts, forcing herself to think 
of different things ... like the salacious scene with Steve in the shower 
... and then his rampaging fucking out by the swimming pool ... and the 
swinging orgy-like parties they used to attend regularly back in New York 
... god. that seems like ages ago now! Shaking her head violently, the young 
blonde tried to take her mind completely off sexual matters, directing her 
thoughts instead to the car payment due by the end of the week ... to the 
new draperies she had ordered for the living room ... to the exciting police 
story they had seen on television the night before ... to the letter she had 
promised to write to her mother back in Vermont. . . 

But, somehow, as if by magic, her thoughts always seemed to turn back to 
Ellen Johnson and her truly loving new pet! She tried gardening. And 
shopping for supper. And reading a new paperback book she had just bought. 
And watching television. Nothing, nothing seemed to help. Finally, she tried 
taking a nap, but although her eyes would close, her mind would not. Still 
the erotically exciting images of her young neighbor and that massively 
muscled German shepherd exchanging lewd oral loving caresses swirled like a 
whirlpool through her fevered imagination. 

At last, the frustrated young wife stumbled out of the living room and tried 
once more. Turning on the radio, she settled onto the couch with a 
gin-and-tonic and a book open on her lap. As she gulped down the fiery 
liquid, she could feel her body begin to relax, to drift into a 
semi-lethargic state and she hoped that her mind would follow. Her 
concentration was divided between the book she was reading and the slow 
sensual music that was being played over the radio, one hand tightly clasped 
around the glass of warmly mellow liquor which she sipped from constantly. 
She tried to concentrate all of her attention now to the melodramatic events 
of the book she was reading ... oh my God! Two lovers in a passionate 
embrace! Oh please, J can't stand it anymore! I'm going crazy! What's the 
matter with me? 

Jumping up abruptly from the couch so that the open book slid into a heap on 
the floor, Peggy dashed across the living room to the bar and with trembling 
hands she refilled her glass with the throat-scorching liquor and gulped it 
down in one hungry swallow. Then, she clutched with frantic fingers at the 
telephone nearby and dialed her husband's number at the store. 

"Delight Denims, can I help you?" a singsong voice asked. 

"Hi, Harriet, this is Mrs. Martin. Is my husband there?" Peggy asked, trying 
to control the tremors in her voice. 

"Just a minute, Mrs. Martin, I'll check," the singsong voice replied, 
clicking off the line. Peggy sat with quaking knees and trembling hands, the 
ice in her glass rattling loudly as she refilled it yet again and took 
another gulping swallow. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Martin, but he's not in the store right now," Harriet 
announced a few moments later. "I think he has gone out to see about the new 
store in the shopping center." 

"Oh, I see " Peggy replied not attempting to conceal her disappointment. 
"Well, he'll be back soon, won't he." 

"Yes, I suppose so." 

"Would you have him call me, please, the minute he gets back?" 

"Certainly. I'll leave a message on his desk." 

"Thanks, very much," Peggy concluded, slamming down the receiver with a 
force that surprised even herself. She was beginning now to feel the 
soothing, relaxing effects of the liquor she had consumed and she sank down 
into Steve's large, soft, comfortable chair, her mind reeling with alcoholic 
frustration and seething desire. 

I know! I'll cool myself off with a nice swim in the pool! Yes, that's 
exactly what I'll do! 

Ellen sat nervously at her typewriter, her fingers poised and trembling 
above the keys as the electric machine's constant whirring noise seemed to 
reverberate around in her confused and tortured mind. She had taken this 
part-time job with Casualty Larker Company more to occupy her time because 
Tom was so often away than because they really needed the money. No, Tom was 
proud that he earned enough money to adequately support them and at first, 
in fact, his ego had been wounded when Ellen said she wanted to work. But 
they had compromised, Tom understanding her desire to keep busy, and in the 
end she had accepted this part-time job for Mr. Hanson, the Vice President 
for Public Relations, and she came in dutifully to type his correspondence 
and file his important documents every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. 

But this particular Monday was a very difficult one for the voluptuous young 
woman. Confused and nagging emotions fought against one another in her 
tormented mind; feelings and desires she never knew existed in the world 
much less in herself battled against one another and her thoughts seemed to 
be in a dozen different places at once: off in a business seminar somewhere 
was her husband Tom ... back in her air-conditioned modern home was her 
magnificent German shepherd, Nemo, eagerly awaiting her return just as she 
eagerly awaited the return of her dear and well-loved husband! And she sat 
now in this office, the clattering noises of a dozen typewriters ringing and 
echoing around in her ears! 

"Uh, Mrs. Johnson, could you come into my office for a moment," Mr. Hanson's 
voice interrupted her wildly, dizzily spinning thoughts. 

"Y-yes, of course, right away," Ellen answered, picking up her steno pad. 

"No, you won't need that, Mrs. Johnson," he said, turning his back and 
disappearing into the wood-walled interior of his plushly furnished office. 

Ellen followed her tall, heavy-set employer, her knees quaking, her hands 
still trembling, her full, fleshy thighs tremulously shaking, her breasts 
quivering beneath her short summer dress as her chest heaved with heavy 
breath. Once inside the lush chamber, Ellen seated herself on the visitor's 
chair by the desk, directly opposite Mr. Hanson who sat frowning over a 
letter Ellen had finished typing about half an hour earlier. The 
full-breasted young brunette crossed her long legs demurely and folded her 
hands across her lap to stop them from trembling, then waited patiently for 
Mr. Hanson to say whatever it was he had to say. 

"Uh, Mrs. Johnson." he began awkwardly, obviously finding it difficult to 
get to the point, "this is ... uh. the letter you typed for me to Rafael 
Industries..." 

"Yes, Mr. Hanson?" 

"I'm afraid there are some mistakes in it ... some glaring errors that are 
very unlike you. Mrs. Johnson. Look, here," he concluded, pushing the paper 
across the desk towards her with thick, pudgy fingers. 

Ellen looked at the typewritten page. Several extraordinarily obvious 
mistakes seemed to jump off of the white paper at her, almost as if they 
were pointing accusing fingers at the helplessly quaking young wife. "Uh ... 
I'm sorry, Mr. Hanson. I really am. I ... well ... it's just that ... I'll 
fix it right away, of course. I'm ... so sorry..." 

"Mrs. Johnson!" Mr. Hanson declared forcefully. Then, his expression 
softened. "You know, you look terribly pale today-are you sure you're 
feeling alright? I mean, I know you don't usually make mistakes like this 
... so I thought ... well, I didn't think you looked too well when I came in 
this morning ... but you didn't say anything. . . " 

"Oh, Mr. Hanson," the distraught young woman cried, "I don't feel well at 
all. I really think ... well ... perhaps I'm coming down with something," 
she gasped, nervously clasping and unclasping her fingers. "I guess I should 
have stayed home today ... but I ... well, I've only been working a few 
months and I thought ... she stammered. 

"Never mind what you thought, Mrs. Johnson," Mr. Hanson replied 
sympathetically, smiling in a fatherly fashion at his svelte young 
secretary. "If you're not feeling well, I insist that you go home 
immediately." 

"But-" Ellen began. 

"No buts about it. I insist. Go ahead, take the afternoon off and go home. 
And if you're still not feeling well by Wednesday, just call in sick. I'll 
understand." 

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hanson," the emotionally agitated young woman cried with 
great relief in her voice. "Thank you so much! And I'm sure I'll be alright 
by Wednesday. Oh, thank you again!" 

Moments later Ellen was driving her car towards their new house in the 
suburbs of Ft. Lauderdale. But it was as hard to concentrate on her driving 
as it had been tb focus her thoughts on her work. 

What am I doing? What is happening to me? Nothing seems to be quite right 
anymore! First, Nemo comes into my life, brought by Tom as a watchdog ... 
and now ... is he my...(she hardly dared even to think the word) ... my 
lover? But ... but oh, I feel so ashamed, so mortified! I feel somehow so 
dirty and ... so disgusted with myself ... so absolutely wretched when I 
think where my own depraved desires have carried me! Oh, I do love Tom! I do 
love him still! 

And yet ... yet ... oh, Nemo! Somehow I can't really believe that I've done 
anything REALLY wrong! I know that what I did with you doesn't mean that I 
don't love Tom! It was just ... something ... I don't know what ... it was 
like some powerful magnet and I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried! 
I intended nothing evil, nothing wrong ... and somehow I just can't believe 
that it was wrong ... oh, God help me, I just don't know anymore ... I'm so 
confused. . . 

A loud honking brought the voluptuous young brunette's mind instantly out of 
her confused and conflicting thoughts. Desperately, Ellen tried to focus her 
eyes and her mind on the road ahead. 

* * * 

Standing with his arm crooked, his masculine hand resting on his hip, Steve 
Martin surveyed the empty store. Yes, it was certainly large enough ... 
plenty of room for storage of inventory in the back ... we could put the 
racks there along that wall ... and along that one ... and make a sort of 
wooden trellis in the middle and hang the longer clothes from there ... yes, 
this will do very nicely, if it isn't too expensive as most modern shopping 
centers often are. 

Steve had established and then managed two clothing boutiques in New York in 
partnership with one of his college buddies, Frank Barton. But he and Frank 
had eventually come to a parting of ways over how the stores should be run, 
so Steve had sold his interest in the business-and quite a handsome profit! 
Three months before and then, with Peggy, had moved down to Ft. Lauderdale, 
which he thought would be just the sort of city to welcome his unusual style 
of clothing stores. 

And, in fact, his first store near the downtown business area had already 
been a phenomenal success in the brief four months it had been open and had 
run in the black from the first day Steve had opened the doors! For the last 
several weeks he had been toying with the idea of opening yet another store 
in a new shopping center that was being built on the other side of town ... 
sure, it was really early to be spreading himself so thin ... but if his 
second store could be as overwhelmingly successful as his first ... why, he 
and Peggy could retire to the Virgin Islands by the time he reached forty! 
It was a gamble, certainly, but if he won... 

"Well, what do you think, Mr. Martin," a voice interrupted his revery. He 
turned to face Mark Pope, the tall, lean, sun-tanned rental agent for the 

Mayfair Shopping Center, with whom Steve had been dickering for the past few 
weeks about the new store. Mark had shrewd, piercing hazel eyes and in his 
double-knit brown suit looked every inch the successful real estate 
developer that he was. 

"Nice, very nice. Just the right size. The question is, will it be the right 
price?" Steve answered, smiling, trying to conceal the tremor in his voice 
and in his knees. 

"Frankly, I find I can come down a bit from the quote I gave you over the 
phone this morning. I've talked to my partners," Mark Pope said, "and I 
think we can agree on the figure you named." 

Steve felt the palms of his hands sweating and his eyes clouded over with a 
misty haze. It was more than he had hoped for, more than he had dreamed of! 
When he had suggested that low figure on the phone the morning ... well, he 
had expected to come up a bit from it. Really, it was just thrown off the 
top of his head so that he would have some base to bargain from. And now 
they had accepted it! They were going to give him the store for a 
sensationally rock-bottom price! 

Steve's mind whirled with thoughts of financing, stocking up on inventory, 
getting carpenters in to set up the store, hiring and training attractive 
young salesclerks! He would make this store even more attention-grabbing, 
flashier and more colorful than the store downtown! He would have a 
spotlight out in the parking lot on opening day ... run full-page ads in the 
newspapers for the opening day special sale ... hire a band, maybe, to play 
outside... 

"Uh, Mr. Martin, is it a deal then?" Mark Pope asked, interrupting Steven's 
wildly flying, dizzily spinning imagination. 

"A deal? Oh! Of course!" Steve stammered. "Yes, it's a deal, alright. Shall 
we shake on it?" he said, extending his hand. 

An hour later, after going back to Mark's office to sign the formal legal 
papers, Steve was back in his downtown store practically crowing in his 
delirious elation. His eyes glowed and he felt like he was walking three 
feet off the ground as he pranced in, picking up his alluringly attractive 
young sales clerk, Harriet, around her slender waist and spun her around and 
around and around in his arms. "You close up today, Harriet! I'm going to 
get a bottle of champagne and then I'm going to go right home to celebrate 
my incredible good luck!" 

"Oh, Mr. Martin, your wife called a while ago. Said she wanted you to call 
her back the very minute you got back," Harriet exclaimed breathlessly after 
Steve had put her back down. 

"I'll do better than call her-I'll be home in less than half an hour!" he 
cried happily. "I'll be home with a wonderful surprise for her!" 

* * * 

Overhead the warm Florida sun blazed down like a beacon in the sky and Peggy 
could feel its soothing warmth soaking into every pore of her sun-tanned 
skin. She was beginning to perspire already and her skin was dripping wet 
with tiny droplets of shining moisture from her brief swim in the pool. She 
had suddenly begun to feel dizzy from the Scotch she had already consumed 
and so had clambered out and was now lying on her back, another drink in her 
hand, on the soft cushions of the lounge chair, her pale yellow bikini top 
on the ground beside her. Peggy enjoyed sun-bathing in the nude and was 
happy that their back yard was fenced so that she could luxuriate in the 
privacy which she so coveted. 

Damn it! Why did I have to go over there to see Ellen and her dog? Why did 
she have to do it anyway? And here we thought she was such an innocent young 
thing ... although I always said she had untapped potential! God, the irony 
of it! Here Steve and I pride ourselves on having done some pretty wild and 
outlandish things in our time ... and this little vixen next door outdoes us 
by along shot! 

Peggy felt a distinct tingling, excited sensation crawling up through her 
cunt just at the thought of what she saw next door. The voluptuous young 
blonde lay there in the sun and sighed as she felt the mixture of alcohol 
and arousal spin through her bloodstream. Oh, Steve! I wish you'd call back! 
I wish you'd come home! Oh, God, how I need a cock right now! She took a 
greedy gulp of the warmly mellow liquor and then reached down to turn on her 
portable radio, setting it to a loud rock-and-roll station because she 
needed some soul-jarring, blaring sounds to take her mind off of her 
yearning, aching cunt! 

Images of her dog-lusting neighbor floated in her mind like migrant clouds 
as she relaxed and lay back into the soft cushions and then she thought: The 
hell with it! I may as well be completely naked-no one can see me here! And, 
damn it, I FEEL like being naked right now! With that she sat up, slipped 
her pink bikini bottoms over her slenderly tapering legs and threw the 
discarded garment onto the ground with her already tossed-aside bikini bra. 
The warm sun felt good on her smoothly-firm young skin as she took another 
gulp from her drink and lay back once more, the loud, rollicking music from 
the radio invading her ears. 

Soon Peggy felt the tips of her fingers begin to tap against the satiny 
flatness of her belly in time to the rhythmic rocking music. And then tiny 
needle points of shivering, thrilling sensation rippled over her as her 
fingers began to softly massage her own naked flesh as that same lingering 
image of her neighbor fastened once again onto the fringes of her mind. 
Again she shivered, this time partly from the luridly exciting image and 
partly from the soft tickle-touch of her fingertips across smooth plane of 
her sumptuous belly. Her warmly creamy thighs were just slightly parted and 
she discovered that she could, by twisting her flaringly sensuous hips in a 
certain way, massage the distending, throbbing little tip of her sensitive 
clitoris! 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... that feels good ... I could almost make myself cum like 
this ... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she said half aloud as she continued the 
erotically rhythmic exercise that created such tingling, titillating 
sensations to ripple up from between her open thighs. Peggy closed her eyes 
now to bask in the fond memories of the two sexual encounters the day before 
with her devoted husband, Steve. Now, there was a man! Talk about getting 
fucked! That man could run circles around the world-champion fucker, no 
doubt about that! 

"Oh, Steve!" she moaned as the afternoon sun silently slipped relentlessly 
towards the ocean horizon. Without being aware of it at first because of the 
alcohol cloud in her mind Peggy's fingertips had begun a slowly methodical 
trip up along the soft, sun-tanned flesh of her firm belly to the rising 
hillocks of her bountifully endowed breasts and from a seeming far distance 
the loud, rhythmic music of the rock-and-roll radio station serenaded the 
voluptuous blonde with a persistent, swaying rhythm that matched her own 
slowly moving tempo. 

As if with a life of their own, her finger delicately touched the light 
ample fullness of her ruby-crested breasts as they rose and fell in her 
self-induced daze of vibrantly tingling sexuality. The sensuously aroused 
young wife felt herself shiver excitedly as her searching, gently exploring 
fingers crept back along her naked belly towards the burning 
moisture-drenched territory of her cunt. It was agony and it was 
self-inflicted, she knew, but she couldn't live without it! She had to do 
something ... something ... Steve would probably be late tonight if he was 
closing that deal at the shopping center ... oh, but if only he could be 
here! If only he could be here right now with his wonderful, thickly 
plunging cock! 

Slowly, her brain still diluted and dulled by alcohol, she let her hand 
creep down to the erotically enchanting region of her blondely curling pubic 
triangle and felt a sublime electric thrill race through her entire naked 
body. Her fingers moved tenderly over the softly tufted mound and into that 
erogenous region between her slowly spreading thighs, already seeping 
moistly with her rising passion. 

Oooooooooooooh! Um mm mm mm mm mm m-mmmm," she moaned abandoned now to her 
self-induced arousal as her probingly outstretched middle finger found the 
pulsing little bud of her erect little clitoris snugly nestled between her 
voluptuously fleshy thighs. It quivered beneath her exploring touch and she 
could feel its ecstatic signals racing throughout her entire nakedly moist 
body and her immediate, instinctive reaction was to begin twisting and 
turning excitedly on the soft cushions of the lounge. 

With wanton desire, her eagerly trembling fingers encircled the tiny 
pulsing, erectly tremulous bud of hardened clitoral flesh and she squeezed 
it between her fingertips, her mouth flying open as the lightening-like 
flashes of aroused stimulation crashed through her body, causing her nakedly 
full-mooned breasts to quiver and dance, and her hips to gyrate with a slow, 
undulating motion. Dimly, as if in the background, she could hear the rhythm 
of rock-and-roll music which matched her own erotic tempo beat for beat. 
Then, leaving the palpitating pleasure-sprout, she rubbed her probingly 
delicate fingers against the lust-lubricated hair-lined lips of her vaginal 
cavity and felt a new wave of tingling excitement sweep through her until 
she abandoned that pursuit to return to the erotically excited, erectly 
quivering bud of her pinkly glistening clitoris. Again and again she 
caressed and fondled this super-sensitive bud with her hotly moistened 
fingertips, savoring the lustful tremors of impassioned excitement, while 
her ass-cheeks clenched tightly together and her hips rotated and lifted off 
the soft bed of the lounge pumping up and down as if asking for more! 

Her other hand now began busily kneading and squeezing her softly pliant, 
fully rounded breasts, caressing them as they quivered with abandoned 
pleasure. She took her rosy-hued, distending nipple between her thumb and 
forefinger, gently rolling the fingers back and forth, feeling new crushing 
sensations of sublime rapture as the little blossoms sprouted into vigorous, 
hardened life beneath her expert massaging. From one voluptuous mound to the 
other her hand traveled, while her other worked still busily down between 
her lusciously panted legs, one outstretched finger probing the heated inner 
area of her searingly smoldering vaginal lips. 

"Oh Steve," the heatedly excited young wife murmured aloud, "Oh Steve how I 
need you now! How I crave for the hardness of your magnificent cock up 
inside the depths of my belly! God, how wonderful it would be to feel you 
fucking into me right now!" 

The hand on her breasts now slithered down over the satiny smoothness of her 
flat belly to join the other still probing with exploring motions around the 
heatedly churning territory of her cuntal crevice and began to once again 
massage the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her hips arched up into 
the air, the wild rock-and-roll music pounding in her ears like distant 
thunder, as the blonde young wife abandoned herself to the lustfully erotic 
passions that spiraled through her nakedly undulating body. Round and round 
her hips moved, inviting her intruding fingers to enter the hidden secret 
sanctuary of her openly-spread cunt and soon one outstretched middle finger 
slid effortlessly into the moistened, fire-filled cavern and felt its soft 
walls literally snap at it as they closed hungrily around it. 

But one small finger wasn't enough, and so soon afterwards another finger 
joined it ... and then still another until three impaling, lust-lubricated 
fingers were finger fucking up into the scorching, flame-licked furnace of 
her vaginal passage while the fingertips of her other hand worked erotically 
at the pinkly glistening titty of her clitoral flesh. With lust-crazed 
abandon, the voluptuous young wife writhed unashamed and unrestrained on the 
soft cushions of the lounge as both her hands worked feverishly around the 
pulsing, passion-drenched pussy flesh nestled so enticingly up between the 
fleshy fullness of her creamy young thighs. 

Peggy Martin was poised on the brink of her impending orgasmic explosion, 
every muscle in her body taut, every ounce of her energy concentrated on the 
lust-inflamed region between her supple, full-fleshed thighs when she became 
vaguely aware of something ... strange ... foreign ... forbidden ... 
something was not quite right. Her mind was too dazed by lust and too fogged 
by alcohol to really concentrate on anything except the burning torrent 
between her legs where her busily probing, slithering fingers madly went 
about their erotic work, causing ripple after ripple of heated, unquenchable 
excitement to spasm through her nakedly thrashing body. 

But ... something, she sensed vaguely, was not right. She opened her eyes 
now, every so slightly and through a tear-clouded vision she saw him. Nemo! 

Nemo had grown lonely waiting for his mistress all day long and had simply 
wandered towards the only familiar scent he knew: Peggy Martin! Silently 
moving across the yard step by cautious step, he had seen her on the lounge 
in her spread-thigh position, her hands working in teasing circular motions 
between her splayed, creamy-fleshed thighs and little human gasps and cries 
coming from between her well moistened lips. He watched her smoothly soft 
feminine buttocks rise from the lounge to meet her rhythmically working 
outstretched fingers and something familiar clicked inside his brain. 
Something unmistakably warm flowed through him as the unmistakably womanly 
scent of passion invaded his nostrils and grew stronger and stronger with 
each step he took towards the wildly thrashing female human. He sensed his 
own canine loins quivering lustfully as his eyes remained fixed on her naked 
body... 

It was then that Peggy first saw the giant German shepherd, saw the massive 
animal stepping inch by inch closer to her. She opened her mouth wide in 
amazement, then said coaxingly, "Well, look who's here! Come to give me a 
little of the same treatment you gave Ellen, have you?" Her hands stopped 
their busy manipulations then, freezing in their lewd position between her 
open thighs and she heard him whimper mournfully beside her. She removed one 
hand from the steaming channel of her clenching cunt and she reached it out 
towards him as if in a gesture of welcome as he cautiously edged up beside 
her. 

Nemo sniffed tentatively at her outstretched hand and at once a shiver of 
lustful arousal swept his canine loins as he instantly recognized the sweet 
aroma of human female excitement that clung with the moisture of her cunt to 
her fingers. Abruptly, he leaned his head down to lick out hotly with his 
wet, rough-skinned tongue against the smooth, nakedly exposed flesh of her 
sun-tanned belly. 

"Oh, you big beautiful beast! Oh, yes!" Peggy moaned with rising excitement 
as the lewdly provocative images of Ellen and Nemo on the bathroom floor 
once again flooded her fevered mind. "Yes, big boy, do it to me! Lick me up 
between my legs, Nemo, lick me!" 

In her lust-crazed excitement, Peggy reached out to the licking dog once 
again and lost her balance, falling off of the lounge onto the softness of 
the green grass. Again his hotly moist tongue licked along the velvety skin 
of her belly and an excruciating ripple of abandoned passion swept over her 
like a tidal wave. Again and again he did it, the searing spread length of 
his pink, fleshy tongue laving against the sensitive skin of her sucked-in 
belly, causing continuous trembling impulses to crash through her nakedly 
eager body! 

It was even a struggle for the blonde-haired young wife to raise her head to 
look at the madly licking beast, her gasping breaths making her voluptuously 
rounded breasts rise and fall, their erect fullness half hiding her view as 
she stained to see his long, pinkly hot tongue actually licking upward over 
the tremulous satiny smoothness of her stomach! Higher and higher he moved, 
relentlessly lapping until he was finally tongue-caressing the rounded, full 
undersides of her excitedly quivering breasts, ever creeping upward over 
their melon-shaped contours toward the tiny, pink marble blossoms of her 
nipples! 

Spellbound, anticipating the same crazed passion she had seen in her 
neighbor, Peggy couldn't hold back the gasping moan that rushed past her 
moistened lips when his feverish, flame-licking oral instrument actually 
reached them, wetly grazing the sensitively ripened, erectly throbbing buds 
over and over to send maddeningly aroused spasms of sublime pleasure 
spiraling through her nakedly glistening body in the warm afternoon 
sunshine. 

"Oh, yes! Nemo, you really know how to make a woman happy, don't you?" she 
groaned. "Oh, you're a good boy, such a good boy! Yes, keep it up, you 
beautiful lover! Don't stop, don't ever stop, big boy!" 

The young blonde-haired wife could hardly think much less speak then as the 
hotly licking tongue worked damply over the nakedly quaking mounds of her 
breasts fanning the already heated flames of her rapturous desire. She heard 
his deep-throated whimper and her eyes widened to take in all of his loving, 
licking performance ... and then, abruptly, he stopped. 

"Hey, lover, don't leave me like this," she pleaded and then the young 
wife's breath caught in her throat as she raised her head to watch the 
shepherd poise there with his long nose just above the voluptuously enticing 
"vee" between her wide-splayed thighs! "Yes, yes," she cried, "lick me 
there, lover! Oh lick my cunt like you licked Ellen's cunt! Oh, be a good 
boy for Peggy, won't you?" 

Slowly, his head lowered as she watched, half crazy with wild anticipation 
as his hot animal breaths wisped through her curly pubic forest. His wet 
nose coolly brushed against the softly creamy, warm flesh of her inner thigh 
and then against the feverish lips of her cuntal crevice! She heard the dog 
whimper again as he sniffed the provocative aroma of her female excitement, 
his obscene investigation of her seething inner sanctuary nearly driving her 
out of her mind with lust-crazed anticipation. 

"Oh, don't wait any longer, big boy!, " she cried out loud. "Please, lick my 
cunt like a good boy! Oh, lick your tongue deep up inside it good you great 
big brute! Oh yes!" She groaned as she lifted her legs up and back to expose 
the nakedness of her vaginal plane and buttocks to him. 

Then the passion-inflamed young wife felt his cool, damp nose moving down 
below her vaginal curls and rubbing wetly, provocatively, against the tiny 
puckered ring of her anal opening, which caused her some surprise but even 
more delight! She ground her hips towards him in ecstatic welcome, gasping 
as his hotly liquid tongue snaked out to wormingly lick up and down the 
smooth-skinned crevice surrounding her now tightly clenched little rectal 
mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its roundly ovaled lips! 

"Oh God! You really know how to turn a woman on, don't you, Nemo! 
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! She gasped, straining for breath. She followed 
his head now with her eyes as he once again lowered it and she felt his wet, 
fire-filled tongue exploring between her open, welcoming thighs. Her entire 
body trembled and she groaned again in a building mindlessness of completely 
abandoned, erotic pleasure as he fluidly drew his simmering oral instrument 
upward over the full length of her wildly pulsing pussy! 

"Ummmmmmm mmmmooooooooooooo www-www ww!" she moaned to express the lewd 
sensations stabbing inward towards her tremulous belly. 

Again, he did the same thing, this time with his long thick animal tongue 
spreading through her softly yielding cuntal lips like a licking flame. And 
it didn't stop, but continued relentlessly spreading and licking and lathing 
at the nakedly exposed, pinkly glistening flesh, at last pausing to flick 
out in a sensuous curling motion far up into the furnace of her boiling hot 
vaginal chamber! The feverishly impassioned young wife could only groan and 
gasp and murmur incoherent endearments as she writhed in uncontrollable wild 
thrashings in response to the erotically stimulating oral caressing of the 
enormous German Shepard that belonged to her voluptuous blonde neighbor! 

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh, don't stop now ... don't ever stop ... never ... lick 
me good ... oh, lick my pussy ... 
ooooooooooooooooooooo-oooooooooaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!" 

At that point in her breath-taking, frantic arousal, the nakedly rocking 
young wife didn't care about anything else in the world except the prurient 
excitement exploding through her loins from the wetly slaving tongue of her 
neighbor's dog. She didn't care if her husband came home and saw her, nor if 
Ellen herself suddenly appeared to see her wildly licking dog in between 
Peggy's lewdly spread legs. All she cared about was the obscene sensuous 
delight his fire-filled licking was sending flickering through her 
helplessly trembling body. Her own whimpers audibly increased and over the 
remote thundering of the rock-and-roll music she could hear the dog whining 
and whimpering, too, which only incensed her already dizzyingly impassioned 
lust! Her liquor-glazed mind sunk deeper into an enchanted oblivion as his 
incessantly beautiful, wonderfully pleasure-bringing tongue stroked and 
bathed her nakedly glistening womanly flesh. 

Peggy didn't know how long it went on. It seemed like one mere flash of a 
moment; it seemed like an infinite eternity in her erotically stimulated 
intoxication. All she knew was that he continued with his heavenly searing 
tongue wetly licking around and through and over her liquid, desire-inflamed 
cuntal flesh until she was moaning and squirming her while nakedly frenzied 
body beneath his erotically powerful lashings. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Ooooooooo-ooooooooooooh," she murmured with a husky, 
throaty Voice as he flicked the full mesmerizing length of his oral organ in 
a heated, flame-licking coil up into the madly clutching mouth of the 
secretly womanly sanctuary up between her legs. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh, make me cum ... make me cum all over your tongue ... 
yeeeeeeeeeeeees ... pleeeeeeeeeeease, make me cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, lover!" 

The young blonde was nearly driven out of her senses and now reached down to 
gently grasp his huge head, drawing it tighter into her as with an animalish 
groan of her own, she drew her knees up all the way back to the quivering, 
ruby-tipped mounds of her moon-rounded breasts, pulling his long canine nose 
even tighter down into the wetly pulsing region of her torridly broiling 
cunt! "Oooooooooooooooooooooo!" 

Nemo knew very well what he was doing and delighted in playing his special 
game with still another human female and one he knew to be a friend of his 
beautiful new mistress. His eager tongue flicked up the hotly clasping, 
soft-walled passage like a fire-brand, his own canine whines blending with 
those of the passion-dazed young woman as he lovingly licked and swirled 
into the shimmering pink flesh between her eagerly spread thighs and 
buttocks. 

"Oh, you ... big ... beautiful ... cunt-lover! 

Ooooooooooh! Lick me ... lick my cunt ... yes, lick me good, lover!" she 
pleaded in unknown salacity, undulating her opened, obscenely presented 
loins and trembling round buttocks up against his hotly spearing, devilishly 
slaving tongue!" 

Nemo could feel a burning fever in his own loins growing steadily as he 
smelled and tasted the exotic juiciness of her sweetly aromatic female human 
passion, the distinct flavor ot it spurring his own animal instincts and 
passions higher and higher. He knew the feeling very well and he knew, too, 
that this incredibly aroused young human female would know how to release 
the burning, mind-enveloping pressure that swirled madly now in his 
cum-laden balls, desperately yearning to escape through the long hot 
hardness of his dog-cock. 

Peggy actually cried out when his magnificently licking,-tongue suddenly 
deserted her shamelessly aroused pussy, and she looked him straight in the 
eye when she lifted her head. "Oh my darling boy ... what is it? What's the 
matter? Please, ... lover ... don't leave me now! What ... what is it?" 

The young wife was seized by a lustful panic and watched the massive dog as 
he moved around to her side, stepping carefully from between her invitingly 
parted legs. Then, he nosed her against her softly sloping hip in a gesture 
that she suddenly found herself understanding! He ... he wants me to ... to 
turn over onto my stomach! Emphatically, he nudged against her harder, the 
deep sounds coming from his broad chest almost frightening the young blonde 
wife! 

"Hold on, darling. I've got a better idea," she said, reaching up to the 
lounge and pulling down two of the soft cushions. Her eyes glowed with the 
wanton lasciviousness of her intended act and her heart pounded forcefully 
against her chest, causing her enormously rounded breasts to quiver 
violently. She raised her hips up then and slid the soft cushions underneath 
so as to uplift her naked exposed cunt, and then spread her creamy, 
satin-smooth thighs wide apart in open invitation to the panting, trembling 
animal who stood before her, his molten black eyes locked on the softly 
pulsing flesh of her vaginal region. She spread her thighs again even wider, 
sensing that this was what he wanted her to do, breathlessly picturing her 
naked smoothness as it must appear to the lust-driven animal. She lay 
perfectly still, feeling his hot, panting breaths whisking against the 
softly curling hairs of her pubic triangle. And then she almost cried out 
when she felt once again the lewd, forbidden delight of his thick wet tongue 
slithering into the smooth dampened crevice up between her openly welcoming 
thighs. 

At first, Nemo had been confused. His first mistress had always taught him 
to take her from behind and it wasn't clear to him what this human female 
wanted him to do. If she wasn't on her knees, then. . . ? But the way she 
was looking at him, the way her breath was coming in ragged spurts, the way 
her eyes were glazed with forbidden lust ... it must be alright this way! So 
he moved forward, easily mounting between her cushion-raised loins feeling 
once again the hot wetness of her sweet-smelling vagina as his tongue began 
to roam its warm liquid heat. 

Peggy's moans were beyond all control now, sensations like passion-driven 
electric shocks shaking her naked body and tantalizing her simmering cunt 
and belly. The obscene desire to reach down with her small hands to lewdly 
spread the lush cheeks of her ass open, offering him enticing access to her 
tiny puckered anal ring, was as intense as the boiling inferno raging at the 
base of her hungrily pulsing loins! She felt his loving hot tongue wetly 
caressing the hair-fringed lips of her lust-inflamed pussy, then licking 
with an insane firebrand heat along its flushed folds on its forbidden way 
toward the flower-petal mouth of her vaginal womb. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooh!" she cried, feeling as though the last remnants of 
her sanity were about to fly away. It was all beyond anything she had ever 
conjured even in her most vividly alive sexual fantasies ... but then, she 
felt his animal nose nudging at her again and it was clear that he was ready 
now, ready to do what she had long known she wanted him to do! Get up 
between her legs on top of her and fuck her! 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Peggy wailed as Nemo drew his thick, 
rough-skinned tongue up through the full length of her wet, fire-filled 
cuntal crevice and she eagerly spread her legs even further apart to open 
her throbbing wet pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His 
long, spiraling animal tongue lunged out with a fierce carnal desire, 
sweeping hotly through the wet inner flesh and flicking heatedly at the 
greedily clasping mouth of her aching vagina. He was purposely inflaming her 
upraised loins to great heat before he entered the warm wet sanctuary with 
his spearing animal-cock! 

She tensed as she felt his powerful body crowding hotly in towards her 
nakedly exposed cushion-raised cunt ... yes, he's ready ... good and ready 
... yes! He's going to fuck me now! Ooooooooooooooh! 

Peggy was desperate, her passion burning within her naked lusting body with 
such intensity that she would do anything, anything at all to hasten his 
entry into her steaming, flame-licked loins! She hugged him at first, her 
soft, moistened lips kissing his long snout and large limpid eyes while he 
tried vainly to answer with his tongue. But then, she was reaching down 
beneath him until he felt her gentle, loving fingers begin to surround the 
pendulous, cum-laden balls beneath his belly ... and then her fingers were 
fondling warmly the length of his emerging animal penis and parting the soft 
dark curls of her pubic hair with the tapered end of it! She was pressing 
it, pressing it gently right up into the warmly pulsating entrance of her 
hotly waiting cunt! 

Nemo was relieved at once to know that this strange but aromatically sweet 
woman did indeed want him to fuck her ... but it was so strange ... he had 
never fucked a human female except from behind before ... and he still 
wasn't absolutely sure that it was alright ... but she seemed to want him to 
fuck her that way ... she had guided the throbbing tapered tip of his 
scarlet dog-cock to the lust-lubricated mouth of her vibrantly pulsing 
vaginal lair ... and then it was more a matter of nature than of reason! 

Instinctively, as the powerful shepherd felt the moistly clasping human 
cuntal flesh tickling and teasing at the tip of his hot animal hardness, he 
did what his ages-old instincts told him to do! He fucked hard into the 
warmly greeting human hole! He hadn't any conception of his own strength so 
he hadn't any mercy as the huge black dog humped his haunches forward up 
between her widespread thighs and sunk his long palpitating length of 
blood-pounding dog-cock into the upturned channel of this young woman's 
cunt! He squatted somewhat on his hind legs to be able to do it effectively, 
to bury it as deep as it would travel inside her hotly squirming, seething 
belly. Immediately, he felt his sperm-encased, sperm-filled testicles 
slapping up against the smooth, wide-splayed crevice between the 
crescent-shaped mounds of her buttocks as he fucked into her with all the 
animal fury he possessed. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuiiiiii ugh ! Ooooooooowwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaoooooo!" 
Peggy wailed at the unbelievably satisfying first penetration of his 
massively hardened cock, but there was very little chance to linger over the 
excruciating pleasure as it filled her passion-dilated cuntal wetness and 
then fucked out ... and then stormed in once again! A dozen or perhaps more 
rapid-fire, cunt-reaming thrusts burrowed their way deep inside her moistly 
clenching vagina before she fully came to grips with what was happening to 
her so intense was his animalistic assault on the helplessly aroused young 
neighbor. like the powerful animal that he was, his plunging dog-cock 
slammed deep up into the wetly aching depths of her open womb. She gasped 
and cringed beneath him, her mind blinded and tormented by the screaming 
intensity of her rampant desire, the very soul of her cunt inflamed with a 
raging wave of unparalleled lust! 

Maddening delights of forbidden ecstasy filled her lewdly straining 
nakedness and the frenetic young woman could do no more than groan and moan 
and squirm salaciously around beneath the big beautiful beast that belonged 
to her neighbor as she offered the whole of her voluptuous, sensual 
nakedness of her wide-splayed cunt up to him to fuck as long and as hard as 
he pleased! She strained to look down between them and watch with a 
mesmerized fascination as the red-hot rod of massively thickened dog-cock 
slithered in and out of her raging hot vagina with breathtaking charges, 
fucking its way to the furry hilt in her ravished cuntal passage, his heavy, 
cum-laden balls slapping heavily down against the tiny, pinkly puckered ring 
of her ass-hole between her widespread young buttocks! 

Her breasts quivered violently from ever cunt-splitting plunge, her brain 
reeling and rocking in the blinding whirlpool of her forbidden lust! She 
gasped and groaned and tried desperately to watch as the glistening scarlet 
shaft of tapered hardness pistoned deep into her wetly clasping cunt and she 
kicked her legs out, wrapping them around his strong, broad back to 
rhythmically lift her fiery loins in a wildly obscene grinding motion to 
meet his powerful, lust-driven strokes with lewd, ecstatic abandon. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, you big ... beautiful ... 
beast ... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, unable to contain the fiercely 
glowing fires of her outrageously wanton desire. She could feet the pressure 
of her own volcanic eruption building, growing, rising inside her 
fire-filled loins and she knew it wouldn't be long now before the final 
mind-shattering explosion shuttered through her heatedly striving, intensely 
thrashing nakedness. It would be more wonderful, more magnificent, more 
breathtaking and enthralling than any orgasm she had ever experienced in her 
long and varied sexual career-and all thanks to this brutally fucking, 
wildly plunging German shepherd! 

There was only one thing to do ... she must talk to Steve about getting a 
dog ... perhaps another big, magnificent shepherd ... or perhaps an enormous 
Doberman pinscher ... yes, she would definitely have to talk with Steve when 
he came home... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ellen Johnson eased her small Porsche into the driveway, switched off the 
engine, folded her arms across the steering wheel and lowered her head to 
rest on her arms. God, what happened to me today? Why couldn't I get myself 
together? Will this feeling of guilt never leave me? I know what I'll have 
to do, of course. I'll just have to tell Tom all about it when he gets back 
... I know he'll understand ... I hope he can forgive me. . . 

Ellen was not the type of woman, she thought, who would purposely and with 
premeditated intention go out and cheat on her husband. No, she had known 
Tom was a traveling salesman when she married him and the idea of being 
unfaithful to him had always been abhorrent to her, even though, of course, 
she would have ample opportunity. No, she thought, I am not a sex-fiend nor 
a nymphomaniac and I know I can survive without him for as long as necessary 
... even though I do enjoy sex tremendously ... at least with Tom I do! 

No, she had never even dreamed of cheating on Tom with another man ... but 
now! Now she had actually let a dog fuck her ... but what was worse, she had 
actually enjoyed it! Oh God! It's just that ... well, I get so lonely 
sometimes! I can't help it if I have the normal human desires, can I? Oh, 
Tom! 

She sat there at the wheel for a while longer, waiting for the mood of 
gloomy desperation to rise and leave her in peace. At last with a great 
chest-heaving sigh, she gathered her purse and keys, slid out of the car and 
went to the front door, which she opened with her key. 

The young brunette had expected Nemo to greet her at the door, tail wagging, 
mouth panting happily, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he 
rushed up to greet his fond mistress. She had been thinking about him all 
day at work and all the way home in the car, eager to once again look on his 
handsome, loveable face. She had hoped, of course, that he wouldn't be too 
angry with her for leaving him alone all day; she had tried to explain to 
him before she left, but the blank gaze in his eyes had told her that he 
didn't really understand. Before leaving, she had taken his head in her 
hands and kissed the top of it while her soft young hands stroked gently 
along his back and chest. Meanwhile, he had simply gazed up at her with 
those soulful, beautiful dark eyes-God, how he looked at her! It was almost 
as if he was losing her forever and was helpless to do anything about it! It 
wasn't any easier for the young brunette to say good-bye to her pet than it 
had been for her to say good-bye to her husband, Tom! 

But now she was home, home at last, eager to once again wrap her soft young 
arms around his short-furred neck and to see those limpid black eyes gazing 
happily up at her! 

"Nemo! Nemo, boy, where are you? Here, boy, come here!" the young wife 
called. Nothing. She cocked her head to listen, to try to catch the sounds 
of the tags tinkling on his collar as he moved ... nothing. "Nemo! Here, 
boy! Where are you?" she called again. Nothing. Silence. Anxiously, her 
heart pounding and thumping in her chest, she ran through the house, 
searching it room by room, looking under the bed, behind the sofa, in the 
shower stall, under the dining room table ... nothing. "Nemo! Nemo, boy, 
come here! Please, come here," she cried out, her voice ringing with the 
keen anxious desperation clawing at her heart. 

Oh God! I'll never forgive myself if something has happened to him! Oh, what 
if he has run away? 

No, no, he wouldn't do that! But where could he be? 

Ellen dashed out to the back yard, her eyes quickly surveying the entire 
landscape-but she saw no sign of her beloved German shepherd. 

Suddenly, she froze. A voice crashed into her ears from Peggy Martin's yard. 
Yes, it was Peggy's voice crying "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!" Filled with fresh 
apprehension, the tearful young brunette walked with weak knees towards the 
fence. It was then that she saw-her own gate was open! So! That's how he got 
out! 

Again, suddenly the young brunette froze. She heard a whimper a clearly 
animal whimper. Nemo! That was Nemo, she would recognize him anywhere! But 
... with Peggy? Was he ... could he be ... fucking Peggy? 

When she reached the gate of Peggy's yard and pushed it open, her eyes 
scanned the yard and finally found them locked lewdly and nakedly together 
... Peggy and Nemo... 

Ellen Johnson stood at the gate of her neighbor's yard with her eyes and 
mouth wide open in horrified disbelief! She couldn't move, she couldn't 
think, her mind and her body were paralyzed by the obscene tableau being 
enacted before her sea green eyes right in her neighbor's back yard where 
practically the entire neighborhood, if they were listening, could hear the 
lewd moanings and groanings and whimperings of the madly passionate pair on 
the grass. 

Peggy's loins were lifted off the ground, on two large soft lounge cushions, 
rising and falling with the steadily growing rhythm of her lewd lust her 
naked sun-tanned young body glistening with moisture. In front of her loins, 
humping over her nakedness was Ellen's own pet dog, Nemo, and she could see 
his long, thick, scarlet dog-cock fucking wetly in and out of Peggy's 
nakedly exposed cunt! Peggy's eyes were closed, her head was flailing madly 
from side to side as whimpers of aroused, excited delight escaped from 
between her moistly parted lips while the masculine organ of Nemo's lust 
pounded into her. 

The young brunette finally began to approach cautiously, step by step, 
afraid of making any sound or abrupt movement for fear of distracting the 
lewdly fucking couple. Her mind was swimming within her head ... how could 
Nemo be so disloyal? What made him come over here in the first" place? How 
had Peggy managed to seduce him? Didn't he feel any affection for Ellen at 
all? Didn't he know how much he meant to her? How could he so ruthlessly 
betray her-and with Peggy Martin, no less! 

And Peggy! What kind of perverted sex-fiend was she, shamelessly fucking 
with a German shepherd right in her own back yard where anyone at all might 
see her? True, her yard was fenced ... but anyone could wander in as Ellen 
had just done! Why, the paperboy could have found her like this, nakedly 
writhing and thrashing with fiery passion. Brazenly and wantonly fucking 
with the neighbor's massive dog! Or her husband! God, what would Steve think 
if he found his wife there in their back yard, nakedly displayed, her 
steaming, striving cunt welcoming each new dog-thrusting plunge with wild 
animated cries of sexual passion? 

And I thought Peggy was my friend! God, how could she do such a wickedly 
evil thing? And Nemo! My own dear dog! Damn you, making love to this strange 
woman when I have been thinking about you, wanting to be with you, all day 
long! You are MY dog, MY friend ... MY ... lover! Oh, how could you! 

The young distraught brunette inched closer to the madly fucking pair, 
watching the soft hair-fringed lips of Peggy's hotly working vagina 
disappear up inside her inwardly sucking cunt walls each time Nemo lunged 
into her with his sex-spearing cock, and watching those same soft pinkly 
glistening lips pulling all the way back out as Nemo fucked back out with 
his mammothly swollen member on the out-stroke. The sight was like a magnet, 
mesmerizing the bewildered young wife as she crept cautiously forward, 
watching with stunned fascination as the enormous dog fucked time and time 
again brutally into the warmly welcoming cunt of Peggy Martin, his every 
muscle taut and rippling against his short-furred skin as Peggy rocked and 
writhed nakedly beneath his brutal in-fucker. 

As for Peggy, she was aware of nothing in the world except that madly 
storming, thickly turgid dog-cock smashing into the heatedly soft-walled 
depths of her vaginal hole and each new plundering plunge brought new and 
ecstatic waves of sublime pleasure rippling through her naked body, causing 
her huge, firmly rounded breasts to quiver and tremble violently. If anyone 
had ever told her that this would happen some day ... well, she would have 
told them they were crazy. But now, now she wanted his dog-cock, wanting to 
feel his shooting white-hot cum spraying unrelentingly up into her thirstily 
aching cunt. She hungered for it to crash against the hotly sucking walls of 
her vaginal furnace and to feel the sticky streams of it dribbling down the 
soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Raging tongues of searing hot 
flames licked between her tremulous thighs and her wildly inflamed cunt 
glowed with the scalding passion of his viscious, inhuman invasion! Damn, 
she was nearly exploding with mind-shattering passion as she listened to him 
whining and whimpering with the strange animalism of his own passion! 

Ellen still walked tentatively forward, her mind devastated and defiled with 
the lust-driven sight before her-her own neighbor and friend making mad and 
passionate love with her own precious dog-lover! No, no, it can't be! It 
just can't! And yet ... yet ... Peggy looks so beautiful lying there ... so 
vibrantly alive ... so recklessly loving ... it was almost as if ... she 
were an animal herself ... a hungry, greedy, sexually appetizing animal. . . 

Incredibly, Nemo never stirred, never ceased his unrelenting fucking into 
the softly inviting pussy flesh of Peggy Martin. He sensed that his mistress 
was approaching ... soon he could begin to catch the distinctive aroma of 
her excited, aroused womanhood, mingling salaciously with the same sweetly 
pungent fragrance of the woman below him ... but he didn't stop his obscene 
task ... he couldn't have stopped then even if he wanted to because of the 
fiercely burning fire raging through his cum-filled balls, aching to escape 
through the long hot hardness of his scarlet dog-cock into the warmly 
welcoming channel of the human woman's sex-hole! He knew that after he was 
finished with his erotic work after the explosion building in his balk had 
stormed through his madly throbbing cock, that then he would go to his 
mistress ... but not now, no not now... 

Peggy shivered at the sound of the loving beast's harsh guttural snarls as 
at the same instant his haunches began to fuck even more furiously in and 
out of her steaming, flame-scorched cuntal canal, plunging in until his 
tapered cock-tip bashed against her cervix. Yet there was still another 
surprise in store for the young brunette as she opened her eyes and 
saw-Ellen Johnson! Her young neighbor was standing there, next to the wildly 
fucking pair-and she was taking her clothes off! Her trembling hands were 
practically ripping the clothes from her body and now she was kneeling down, 
inching closer and closer, her wide-open eyes fixed on Peggy's churning, 
swaying, thrashing loins where Nemo was fucking into her with all his might! 
Christ, it looks like she wants to join in! 

Suddenly, Peggy felt warm, small hands kneading at her breasts as she looked 
up to see the moistly glistening, wide-splaying lips of Ellen's blonde 
curled cunt hovering over her face! Without a moment's hesitation, Peggy 
reached up and drew Ellen's quivering loins down hard over her lips while 
the young neighbor continued to caress and knead at Peggy's voluptuously 
tremulous breasts, teasing and tweaking the ruby-red nipples into vibrantly 
distended erection. Peggy suddenly opened her mouth to let her moistly pink 
tongue play shamelessly along her lips, then quickly lashed out with it to 
hotly lick at the soft, hair-lined lips of Ellen's quivering cunt! 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh" the young brunette moaned as her blonde 
neighbor teased the soft glistening folds of her warmly inviting cunt with 
her slithering pink tongue, sending mad swirling steams of fiery passion 
surging through her loins and crashing through her naked body as it crouched 
there above the anxiously, frantically fucking nakedness of Peggy Martin! 

Peggy was besides herself with the passionate ecstasy of furiously licking 
the seething, seeping moist cunt of Ellen Johnson and she moaned around her 
hotly flicking tongue as she felt Nemo's hard scarlet thickness storming 
into her wildly sucking cunt which clung convulsively to the spearing rod 
until she thought she would burst from the sheer, agonizing pleasure of it 
all! Her warmly lashing tongue seemed to drink in the sweet sexual juices of 
her curvaceous young neighbor, reveling in the softly warm folds of her cunt 
and then with a wetly licking curl, surging up into thy warm wetness of the 
hotly clutching cavity and basking in the tantalizing warm sucking of it 
while her own crazily aroused cunt sheathed Nemo's enormously elongated cock 
like a tight-fitting glove and she could sense that he was ready to cum, 
ready to spill out his love-juices deep up into the warmly waiting 
receptacle of her wildly straining cunt! 

And then suddenly, like a hurricane unleashing its full fury, her own 
dynamic explosion reverberated throughout her shuttering, spasming body, 
surging through her loins like wild flames, convulsing her every muscle as 
it rippled over her lust-driven body! Oh God! I'm 
cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming! 

The wild flames of searing, sublime release tore through her nakedness, 
causing her to thrash upwards in one enormously convulsive shutter as its 
violent tremor held her there for what seemed like forever, her mouth 
hanging open in a soundless scream, her eyes almost bulging out of their 
sockets! 

And then, with equal suddenness, she could feel the dog's thickly turgid 
cock convulse wildly and begin to jerk deep in the darkened, warmly 
clenching recesses of her vagina, filling the hotly flaming cavern with a 
powerful streaming force of scalding liquid that splashed and crashed 
against the soft, clinging walls! It was spewing viscously from deep in the 
fur-covered well of his testicles, filling her cunt until it began to 
overflow back out warmly, dripping down the softly pliant flesh .of her 
cream-like thighs while her tongue worked ever more voraciously within the 
heated depths of Ellen's love-hungry cunt, flicking and lashing hotly as the 
young brunette moaned eagerly above her! 

Time and Time again, as if bursting forth from a never-ending spring, Nemo's 
cum spurted into her hotly clutching cunt and she felt as if a bomb had 
exploded inside of her belly as the scalding thick liquid continued to pour 
into her while the tremors of her own orgasm began to finally subside in her 
tremulously excited young body. She wanted to scream, to cry out like a wild 
animal, but instead she madly licked and flicked her tongue up deep into the 
warm steaming tunnel of Ellen Johnson's hungrily striving young cunt. 

And then, at last, after a long silence punctuated only by their panting 
gasps, Ellen fell to the side, Nemo backed away, and Peggy was left, hips 
still propped up on the soft lounge cushions, eyes still closed, chest still 
heaving under her tremulously quivering breasts, in the aftermath of her 
sexual delirium... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Oh my God, Peggy, what have I done? What can I say," Ellen moaned softly as 
she sat, nakedly whimpering, on the soft green grass of her neighbor's yard, 
her flushed face buried in her small hands. 

"What you can say is that you have no regrets," Peggy answered firmly, 
running her own hand across her neighbor's head and stroking soothingly 
along her long brown hair. "What is done is done ... and you enjoyed it, 
didn't you?" 

"Oh, Peggy! I ... I ... I don't know what to think anymore," the young wife 
stammered, awash in the confusion of her own emotions. "It's all ... so 
strange to me ... so different ... I ... I can't believe that ... that I 
actually did that. . . " And it was true. The young brunette didn't know 
what came over her, couldn't quite understand how her own instant jealousy 
had somehow dissolved into unquenchable lust. But when she had seen them 
there, Peggy and Nemo, on the soft green coolness of the summer grass, 
obscenely fucking like that, her own dog's lust-hardened cock buried to its 
hilt in her neighbor's moistly luscious cunt ... something wild took hold of 
her, something strange and foreign and unexplainable! 

"Listen to me. I know why you did it ... and I also know why you were 
fucking with Nemo yourself last night!" Peggy said comfortingly, still 
stroking the young brunette's softly flowing hair. 

"B-but ... h-how?" Ellen stuttered, her tear filled eyes flying open. 

"I saw you, that's how I know. I had come over to borrow some gin ... and I 
hears strange noises ... " her neighbor replied, wrapping her arms warmly 
around the sobbing naked girl and drawing her close to her own voluptuously 
rounded breasts. "But it's okay. Don't cry. It's not so bad. It was an 
accident, you know, and, believe me, I don't think any the less of you for 
it!" 

Ellen lifted her flushed, tear-streaked face. "W-what d-do you mean?" 

"Well, to tell you the truth, Steve and I have been looking for some other 
... shall we say, 'sexually adventurous' ... young couples around here. And 
we sort of had our eye on you and Tom. 

Now..." 

"Oh Peggy! That's terrible! You shouldn't say things like that!" Ellen 
wailed as the other woman drew her close once again, and Ellen could smell 
the sweet fragrance of her womanliness as she cried onto Peggy's warmly soft 
skin. 

"Ellen, let's face it," Peggy said with a soothing, consoling tone. "We are 
both of us highly sexed young women. There's no shame in that, now is 
there?" Her arm that had been wrapped around Ellen's shoulder now dropped to 
the tremulously inviting mounds of her breasts and gently began to massage 
one of those twin voluptuous spheres with gentle tenderness. "And there's 
nothing at all wrong with having more than one single outlet for your sexual 
energies. I mean, why the hell should your husband be the only one to enjoy 
the fruits of your sexuality? Suppose your appetite is stronger than his?" 

Ellen could not refuse the logic of her neighbor ... but at the moment she 
couldn't even begin to offer a rebuff because now her tormented mind was 
even more confused by the warmly caressing hand manipulating the softly 
supple skin of her voluptuous breast. "Peggy ... what are you....? " 

"I'm trying to convince you that you've done nothing wrong," Peggy answered 
firmly yet comfortingly, her arm now pulling Ellen down until she lay prone 
on the ground, staring up at her sensuous blonde neighbor with the look of a 
small frightened animal. "You've got one hot little cunt up between your 
legs Ellen and the sooner you start to realize its full potential, the 
better!" Peggy could feel the rising tide of passion in her own body and 
although her young brown-haired neighbor didn't seem yet to be more than a 
mute accomplice to her sexual explorations, she didn't protest, either! 

Peggy sat on the cool grass next to her young naked neighbor, appreciatively 
studying the hills and valleys of her voluptuously contoured body. Yes, it 
was no wonder her husband Steve had been hot for this young woman! The young 
blonde stretched out her arms and began massaging the upswinging young 
breasts of her neighbor, one with each small but expert hand. Quivers of 
shivering desire began to ripple through the young brunette's alluringly 
naked body as the other woman gently caressed and kneaded at the soft 
cream-white flesh of her naked breasts and she could feel the beginning 
stirrings of fiery desire seeping into her loins ... already that tell-tale 
moisture began to burn down the smooth secretive flesh of her thighs! She 
could hear her neighbor moaning with pleasure above her and suddenly felt 
her own legs begin to spread wide in open invitation to the sexual 
stimulation of her neighbor. 

"Do you see what I mean?" Peggy crooned softly. 

"Oh yes, yes!" Ellen nearly shrieked. "Yes!" 

"Then ... shall we have a good time together this afternoon? Just you and me 
... and Nemo?" 

"Oh yes, Peggy! Please!" the young brunette moaned, listening to the 
sighing-like breathing of her curvaceously naked blonde-haired neighbor. 

Suddenly, the enormous dark-haired shepherd was beside them, looking down 
like a wounded puppy at his nakedly panting mistress. Peggy reached a hand 
over to him, stroking him lovingly along his strong, muscular young flanks. 
"That's okay, big boy," she cooed softly to him. "We haven't forgotten you. 
We'll let you in on the fun, don't worry!" 

And then she returned her attention to her beautifully raven-haired young 
neighbor. Nemo may have felt a little ill-at-ease, but Peggy felt a 
delirious stab of excitement rip through her naked body as she warmly 
massaged the twin peaks of Ellen's sensuously tempting mounds of flesh, 
taking the nipples between her fingers and teasing them into vibrant, 
vividly pulsing erection! She heard her young neighbor moan with sublime 
pleasure saw the young brunette's legs slowly sliding helplessly apart in 
anticipation of the even more lewdly exciting delights that were to come. It 
had been a long time since Peggy had felt the wonderful thrill of making 
love to another woman, many, many months since she had warmly caressed 
another woman's breasts or let her tongue flick wet and hot up into a softly 
inviting cunt! 

Suddenly, Ellen felt Peggy's warm skin on her own and felt the dark-haired 
woman's body sliding down over her own. Ellen saw her then kneeling on the 
grass between her own obscenely spread legs and she could feel an instant 
shiver race through her nakedly trembling body when Peggy ran two 
tantalizing fingers along the smooth soft skin of her inner thighs. 

"Ooooooh! Peeeeggyy!! " the young brunette moaned as the fingers warmly 
traced delicate little titillating patterns along the velvety creaminess of 
her thighs. And then a new shutter of salacious desire swept through her as 
she felt Peggy's eagerly probing fingers first come into electric contract 
with the soft, moist folds of her aching vagina! Oh, she's going to touch me 
there! Oh yes! Yes! Oh, it will be so wonderful because her fingers will 
make this awful, gnawing anguish disappear! And then ... then we'll both 
share my wonderful Nemo! And Peggy continued her tantalizing play around 
Ellen's lovely pink vagina, alternating little tickling motions with slow 
circular ones in those luscious crimson folds. 

Peggy could feel Ellen's lust-provoked moisture sliding around her playing 
fingers as the young blonde became more and more wantonly aroused from the 
warmly gentle finger-fun, from the intense yet gentle pressure of her 
erotically exploring fingers. Peggy shifted, without moving her hand to lie 
down beside the nakedly undulating body of her young neighbor, her own 
tantalizingly full breasts quivering and trembling from the mounting 
excitement crashing through her loins. A new shiver of pleasure raced 
through Peggy Martin as she leaned down and felt the soft skin of Ellen's 
thighs against her own hard, distended rosy-hued nipple buds. And then, 
Peggy pushed herself up between Ellen's legs and brushed and swayed her 
breasts against her tender inner thighs again by moving her body slowly, 
deliberately provocative, from side to side, while her fingers joyfully 
teased at the warm, wet folds of Ellen's moisture-drenched cunt. 

"Oooaauugh!" Ellen moaned, no longer knowing or caring about anything except 
the tantalizing fingers that were sending flashes of pussy flaring 
sensations searing through her nakedly undulating body. Her own cuntal 
channel was by this time well-lubricated and the inner muscles were 
contracting convulsively as Peggy then worked her two center fingers into 
the wetly surrendering channel up to the palm of her hand! Now her other 
hand went to Ellen's roundly smooth buttocks and slowly smooth around the 
lust full moons while her serpent-like tongue toyed around the gentle 
indentation of Ellen's navel! 

"Mmmmmmmmm! Ooooowwww!" Ellen cried, her eyes flying open now, watching the 
lewd ministration of her naked neighbor. Out of the corner of her eyes she 
could see Nemo sitting obediently beside them, his eyes fixed on their naked 
contortions, his long pink tongue lolling out of his panting mouth, 
patiently awaiting their next command to him. 

But Nemo didn't keep her attention for long, because now Ellen could feel 
Peggy introducing still another finger into her hotly enveloping cuntal 
opening, plunging up through the ring of her wildly contracting muscles into 
the soft-walled depths of her raging cuntal furnace. The young brunette 
reflexively arched her back in welcome to Peggy's vagina-plundering fingers 
and she could feel the rising pressure of rampant sexual desire quivering in 
her belly while her buttocks were being gently, salaciously squeezed in a 
tempo to match that of the salaciously circling fingers fucking up into her 
openly spread cunt! 

"Ummmmmmmm ... you like that?" Peggy moaned above her. 

"Yeeeeeees! Ooooooooh, yeeeeeees," Ellen cried, feeling her own body going 
almost out of control with the madly swirling passions spiraling within it. 
Delightful spasms began now to rack her body as she bucked and rocked 
beneath the steady expert hand of her young blonde neighbor ... the hand 
that seemed by now to be almost a part of her insides as it molded to the 
wetly clinging contours of her cunt walls. Her legs kicked out wide and back 
and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rhythmically 
rolling hips and the warm softness of Peggy's tongue on her stomach was 
driving her frantic with lust-crazed desire. It was all so good ... so new 
and different ... and so wonderful ... if it never ever stopped, that would 
be much too soon! She felt the floods of moisture seeping down the alabaster 
flesh of her inner thighs and suddenly Peggy's tongue was moving down ... 
down ... down... 

Ellen was no longer conscious of anything other than her own fiery needs. 
She let out a low moaning growl ... her head tossed from side to side, 
wildly thrashing ... her hands went down to Peggy's head and held it ... 
held it as Peggy continued to tantalizingly lick at her steadily flowing 
cunt juices ... to tease with excruciating pleasure at her flame-licked 
loins! Her lips mumbled incoherent grumbles now as she heard Nemo's whining 
simper beside her and she desperately wanted him, too! 

Peggy's other hand now found the opening between Ellen's buttocks and she 
slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectal 
opening. She wormed it in as far as the flat of her palm ... swiveled it 
playfully and slid in and out of the warmly moist opening in rhythmic tempo 
to the fingers that were skewing still into the brunette's erotically 
seething cunt... 

And then it happened. Peggy heard a wild wailing emerging from Ellen's 
throat. "I'm cuuuuming!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Steven Martin stepped out of his car, slammed the door closed and 
practically skipped into the house, holding a champagne bottle in one hand 
and one bunch of long-stemmed red roses in the other. Today he had cinched 
quite a deal and he meant to celebrate with his wife-and celebrate in style. 
First, they would drink the champagne ... then he would make mad and 
passionate love to her, make her scream and beg for more as he fucked into 
her with all his young masculine strength ... and afterwards, they would go 
down to the Marina Inn for a nice intimate dinner in a quiet, dimly lit 
corner ... and maybe after that they would go over to Alberto's and dance 
and dance and dance until they closed the place up for the night! 

He opened the front door with his key and walked into the house. That's 
strange ... it's so quiet! "Hey, Peggy! I'm home!" he cried. Silence. 
"Peggy, where are you?" Silence still. Well, she must be around somewhere 
because her car is out frontl Besides, she's supposed to be waiting for me 
to call her backl It was then that Steve first noticed the open bottle of 
Scotch on the bar ... the magazine lying open on the couch...I wonder what's 
going on here? Steve set the champagne bottle on its side in the little 
refrigerator beneath the bar, then poured himself a nice stiff shot of 
Scotch, which he gulped down in one swallow. There! That's better! Now, as 
for my precious little wife ... 

Steve walked back into the bedroom ... no sign of Peggy ... nor was she in 
the spare bedroom where her sewing machine sat silent...I know! Maybe she's 
out back enjoying a swim! Yes, that's it! Out back. 

* * * 

"I'm cuuuuming!" stormed into Steve's ears as his eyes were greeted by the 
sight of his wife's eagerly licking tongue skewering into the pinkly 
glistening folds of the voluptuous young Ellen Johnson's straining cunt on 
the cool green grass of their back yard. Beside them sat the dog that Peggy 
had told him about. Nemo, gazing intently at the lewdly performing women 
with his long pink tongue lolling wetly out of the side of his mouth as he 
panted around it. 

He heard Ellen's voice become a whimpering sob and then break out into a 
wailing scream as the spasm of her convulsive orgasm rippled through her 
nakedly thrashing body so that it jerked and trembled violently in its 
moisturized nakedness. Wave after Wave of the sublime, rapturous release 
echoed through her quivering loins in her sweet agony as her mouth let out 
another piercing wail sounding like a wild banshee. Finally, her tremors 
began to subside and it was then that Steve stepped up to hover over the 
nakedly passionate women. 

"Well, looks like fun," he laughed. "Is three a crowd?" 

"Steve!" Ellen screamed, her eyes flashing open, her arms instantly moving 
to cover up her nakedness to no avail. Nemo began to growl menacingly at the 
masculine intruder, in his confused bewilderment thinking him a threat to 
his two lovely human female companions. 

"Hey, call him off, OK?" Steve said, stepping back. 

"It's OK, big boy. Come here," Ellen murmured to her giant shepherd, who 
grudgingly quieted down, though his large black eyes were still flashing 
with mistrust and suspicion. 

"Steve ... I ... " Ellen began to stammer before she was interrupted by 
Peggy's amused tones. 

"Well, darling, you're home early," she proclaimed, ignoring the shame and 
humiliation of her pert young neighbor. Ellen, of course, could do or say 
nothing that would even begin to explain the salacious sight that had 
greeted her neighbor's husband ... and so rather than embarrass herself 
further, she simply remained silent and still. Surprisingly, Peggy seemed 
neither ashamed nor even concerned, as if what had happened that afternoon 
were not at all out of the ordinary! 

"Yes, so I am," Steve responded, not trying to hide the surprised amusement 
in his voice. "And I didn't mean to interrupt anything-hope I haven't 
spoiled your fun, darling!" 

"No, you haven't spoiled anything, darling. We've only just gotten started!" 

Ellen looked at the young couple wide-eyed. How could they joke and tease at 
a time like this? 

"Oh? Well, if there's still another feature on the bill. . . " he laughed. 

"Oh, indeed there is!" his wife proclaimed. "We haven't gotten round to Nemo 
yet! I'm still waiting for a real fuck from him!" 

"So, you couldn't resist it, huh?" he said, shaking his head in mock 
disbelief. "I know it, you know. I knew that sooner or later, one way or the 
other, you would get that dog's cock up into your hot little cunt!" Steve 
threw his head back and laughed uproariously, his entire body shaking with 
the tremors of his amusement. "That's what I like about you, sweetheart! 
Never a dull moment, never anything you won't try at least once!" 

"Now that you're here, won't you join us, darling?" Peggy cooed. 

"Will I ever!" And with that Steve began to tear off his sports jacket, then 
he loosened his tie and threw it onto the ground. His tie was quickly 
followed by his jacket, shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and undershorts, in 
that order until his clothes were lying in a crumpled heap upon the grass 
beside the two naked women. 

"W-what's ... going on..." Ellen finally managed to stammer, her voice thin 
and weak. She heard a faint amused chuckle from Peggy but her now naked 
husband said not a word. "I ... I'm not sure ... please..." the young 
brunette moaned imploringly, growing more and more frightened as the moments 
whizzed by her reeling brain. 

"We're just going to have a little party, that's all," Peggy said 
soothingly. "Nothing to be frightened about." 

Steve laughed with an almost evil leering quality, his eyes now focusing on 
the voluptuously curved body of his young neighbor that he had waited so 
long to get at. "Nothing at all to worry about, Ellen. Believe me, we're 
going to show you a real good time. Aren't we, Peggy, m'dear?" 

Ellen gasped, her eyes flooding with tears of hesitation and the fear that 
later her husband might find out. "Please! I ... I've never ... you can't 
... I can't..." she managed to stammer through her tears and fear-filled 
confusion. 

"Look," Steve said, turning towards Ellen and leaning down so that his face 
was only inches from hers with its lecherously glowing grin, "I've had a 
distinct craving to get my cock into your hot little pussy ever since we 
moved into this house. And I promise you, it'll be a fucking like you've 
never hadand you'll never forget it, either! Besides, I saw you just now 
with my wife, and she told me about that little episode with your dog over 
there the other night. So I know you've got a cock-hungry little pussy that 
really-likes to be fucked. So how about it? Are you ready for the fuck of 
your life?" 

Ellen turned to Peggy with a pleading, begging look in her red-rimmed, 
tear-soaked eyes. But Peggy only shook her head slyly and nodded. "Go ahead. 
He's as good as his word, believe me. I should know, after all!" 

"B-but ... he's your husband?" 

"So what? Remember what I said before about the futility of reserving your 
cunt for just one man? Well, then, why should he have to keep his cock all 
locked up for just one woman?" 

"Right on," Steve exclaimed. "And now, let's get down to some real swinging 
fun!" his voice seemed to crash into Ellen's disbelieving ears. She looked 
up to see him standing there above her, his firm young muscles seemingly 
tensed against the covering of his tanned skin, marvelously handsome in his 
full virile nakedness. And then her eyes saw it, or, rather, noticed it, for 
the first time. 

His cock! My God, look at the size of that thing! He's not really much 
bigger than Tom is ... and yet ... his cock is nearly twice the size of my 
husband's. 

She saw his heavy, pendulous balls already bloating with sperm at its husky 
base between his muscular young thighs, and she saw, too, his licentious 
grin as he began to obscenely finger stroke the massive instrument, drawing 
the foreskin back over the blunt, bulbous head, thrusting his narrow hips 
and pelvis rhythmically around in front of her wide-open eyes in imitation 
of the rhythms and motions that were to come. "Ready, Ellen? Are you ready 
for this big, beautiful cock up inside your hot little cunt? It's gonna fuck 
you so good you won't be able to walk for a week!" 

Ellen watched in almost numbed disbelief as he-lay down on the cool soft 
grass beside her, his long thick lust-bloated cock slanting upwards towards 
the clear blue sky. Suddenly, like a flash of lightening searing into her 
fevered brain, she knew that he wanted her to crawl up on top of him and let 
him fuck her from below! But how could she? She had never, never before done 
anything like this! Here she was, nakedly exposed to her friend's 
husband-and she sat by smiling and was prepared to watch with detachment as 
her own husband fucked another woman! But ... but ... how could this be 
happening to ME? Is this all real-or am I only dreaming? 

Nemo whimpered painfully beside her and the young brunette saw her 
blonde-haired neighbor lean over to comfort him. "Go on," and climb up on 
top of him! He's waiting for you! And you know you want it just as badly as 
he does! Why, your cunt is wet already, isn't it?" 

Ellen wanted to scream, wanted to close her eyes as if that would blot out 
this whole wretchedly evil scene! But she knew Peggy was right. There was no 
use denying how much she had screamed mentally for Tom while Nemo was 
fucking her ... no use to deny the cock-craving gnawing in her cunt! Peggy's 
wetly fierce licking of her cunt had only stimulated her into wanting 
desperately to have the real thing plunging up inside of her! 

Her rich, full breasts quivered as she breathed deeply and she saw Steve 
grinning up at her with something tremendously magnetic in his eyes that 
seemed to draw her almost against her own will. What resistance still clung 
to her mind now dissolved into a whirlpool of frenzied lust as she climbed 
wantonly up over him straddling him and resting on her knees with the thin 
vertical mouth of her cunt poised directly over his soaring hard pole of 
masculine flesh. 

"Come on, my lovely. Put it right in its place," he grinned up at her, his 
face flushed with the heat of his own rampant desire. 

Almost as if she were in a trance, Ellen grasped Steve's long hot hardness 
and drew it smoothly up through her delicate cuntal curls to place it 
hesitantly at the lips of her seething hot vagina. And then with an 
unexpected piercing stab of his blunt-headed thickness, Steve expanded the 
elastically tight mouth of her moistly lubricated pussy with a furious 
upward fuck that nearly whipped the breath right out of her lungs! He lunged 
his powerful hips upwards, at the same time reaching out to grasp hold of 
the soft flesh around her sensuously curved hips, forcing her downward onto 
his spearing rod with a loud howl of impassioned delight. A sudden pain 
ripped through her groin but somehow she couldn't scream. She was too busy 
gasping for breath to utter even one syllable! 

Steve could feel his own breath coming faster and faster as he held her 
rigidly locked to his lust-hardened cock and then began to bounce her up and 
down over his hard, deeply impaling pole, feeling it go each time ever 
deeper up into her wretchedly cringing cunt. "Not bad, eh, baby?" he asked, 
watching the hardened pink nipples on her quivering breasts which only 
incited his lust to even greater heights! 

"It hurts..." Ellen gasped, "but ... but ... it's getting a little bit 
better." 

"And it will get better still, don't you worry," he panted proudly as he 
felt her clenching her vaginal muscles bravely around his thickly turgid 
organ. She was joining his undulating movements now, fucking up and down on 
his rigidly swollen cock, loving every minute of her rapidly growing 
abandoned excitement and she thought she could feel every ridge of the hot 
hard instrument as it reamed and plunged like a well oiled piston up into 
her hungrily engulfing cunt walls. 

The heated secretions of her rampant desire were spilling like an 
overflowing dam from the inner walls of her cunt as it warmly sheathed his 
lunging hardness up inside of her and she could see by the flushed 
excitement of his face that his pleasure was no less ecstatically exquisite 
than her own. And Ellen's moans of abandoned excitement grew even more 
intense as she felt his hands reach up greedily to clutch at her 
marble-hardened nipples, squeezing them and her jiggling breasts between his 
strong young fingers as she ground her softly voluptuous buttocks up and 
down over his cock with a frantic, wildly growing passion. 

Nemo watched, bewildered and feeling neglected by his beautiful young 
mistress. He could smell the distinctive odor of her female arousal and knew 
that to be his cue to play that very special game. And he could feel the 
fire of his own passion burning in his balls as he watched her beautiful 
naked buttocks thrust up there in the air like that ... as he saw the human 
man's thickly skewering cock disappearing up into the softly inviting 
vaginal folds up between her thighs ... the tautly puckered mouth of her 
anus nakedly exposed between her wide-spread ass-cheeks... 

Had Ellen been watching her virile young German Shepherd she would have seen 
him panting almost breathlessly and she would have seen, too, his long 
scarlet love-spear slipping inch by inch from its furry sheath, as his eyes 
focused on his nakedly pumping mistress. But Ellen wasn't watching. In fact, 
her eyes were closed tight as she worked frantically up and down on Steve's 
impaling rod of hot hard male flesh, although in the back of her mind she 
began to become aware of her dog's slow, creeping movements... 

Suddenly, there was a new sensation flashing like thunder up from her 
nakedly tremulous loins-it was wet and warm and... 

The young brunette twisted her head back to see Nemo licking upward along 
the furrow of her nakedly widespread buttocks! "Oh Nemo! Please! P-please!" 
she gasped hoarsely but her pleading was interrupted by Steve's commanding 
voice. "Ellen! Up, Ellen! Get that ass of yours up higher!" he barked, 
pulling her shoulders down so that her softly supple-smooth buttocks stuck 
out invitingly high and unprotected in the air, seemingly an open invitation 
to her madly impassioned German Shepherd. "That's it. Let's let the old boy 
have his fun, too, shall we?" Steve laughed. 

Ellen wasn't quite sure what to make of her obscene situation, but she 
didn't have too much time to think about it. She felt Nemo's strong forepaws 
on the creamy flesh of her naked hips and then the soft nuzzling of his 
belly-fur against her nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. And she knew, the, that 
his heavily hardened animal-cock was not far behind! And she knew exactly 
where he would try to fuck into her with it, too. 

"Oh, I can't" Ellen gasped. "Not there! He'll split me in half! Please!" the 
savagely thrashing brunette exclaimed, but she from the lust-contorted look 
on Steve's flushed face that he was enjoying himself far too much to put a 
stop to the fun in mid-game. Ellen knew then that there was no escape for 
her, that she would be mercilessly fucked both in the cunt and the ass right 
there in front of Steve and Peggy ... that her own dear Nemo would ram his 
long scarlet shaft into her defenselessly exposed rectum while Steve fucked 
with obscene delight up into her fire-filled cunt from below! 

"Oh God, Nemo! D-don't ... hurt me ... please! Easy, big boy ... fuck it in 
easy!" she choked, feeling the dog's searing hot hardness searching in vail 
along the voluptuously tempting valley between her nakedly spread buttocks 
as Peggy's husband thrust his mammothly thick cock hard into her from below. 
And then, he found it. The tapered tip of Captain's dog-cock nestled for a 
moment at the crinkly tight hole of her rectal passageway, poised for 
action! 

She felt him lewdly worm his elongated stiff shaft until it was just inside 
the tiny rectal opening and she gasped for breath. But her breath caught in 
her throat as he then humped forward violently, again and again, his 
lust-hardened organ grinding without compassion into the vainly resisting 
tunnel of her virginal anus. A deep and angry growl rumbled around in the 
animal's throat as she felt the tapered length of his massively impaling 
instrument fiercely stretching the channel of her elastically yielding 
rectum, sliding all the way up into the hot rubbery depths of her now doubly 
filled young belly! 

"Aarruuugh! Ooowwwwch!" she wailed as the stabbing pain tore through her 
nakedly tremulous body. Lurching, she tried to ease the pain by shifting 
position somewhat, but Steve's hands held her firmly implanted on his 
wickedly up thrusting cock so that she was helpless to escape her fate. No, 
there was nothing she could do now but submit ... perhaps sooner than later 
she would begin to relax and enjoy it! 

Steve lust-provoked groans and the dog's whimpering whines soon congealed 
into one chorus of passion-singing sounds as they both humped and pumped 
with spine-shattering rhythm up into her twinly enveloping orifices and only 
the hotly raging flames of unquenchable passion that still filled her belly 
made it all somehow bearable ... And soon ... the pain began to dissolve 
away and a new feeling of erotic excitement spread from the 
moisture-saturated crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks at the thought 
of the double lucking she was getting from her neighbor's husband and her 
own pet German Shepherd at the same time while the man's wife watched. 

The young brunette felt her animal lover's tapered throbbing hardness 
rapidly burning into her helplessly stretched rectal opening, pushing the 
spongy resilient flesh before it in soft rubbery waves as it plunged again 
and again recklessly all the way up into the hotly restricting depths of her 
vaginal rectal tunnel! And as his cock ground relentlessly into warm naked 
softness between her voluptuously rounded buttocks, his sperm-filled balls 
slapped with a wicked smacking sound against the puffy, cock-stuffed lips of 
her torridly simmering cunt just below! She was completely and hopelessly 
impaled to the hilt on the twin ravishing cock-thrusts of them both and she 
reeled with the impassioned and heretofore unknown pleasure of her 
licentiously wanton behavior! 

"Oooaauugh!" she wailed, writhing wretchedly. 

Moaning and crying with the flagrant intensity of her mind-shattering 
passions, Ellen tried to move with their frantic tempo, wishing for nothing 
more than to be able to look back to see their twin impaling, thickly 
hardened rods of flesh fucking deep up into her wetly clinging cunt and 
anus! But she could only visualize how it must look to Peggy who sat nearby, 
her own hands running passionately along the voluptuous contours of her 
breasts as, her eyes glazed with lust, she watched with mounting excitement 
of her own as her husband's long hot thickness rammed relentlessly into the 
softly resilient flesh of her young neighbor. Peggy knew that she couldn't 
take much more of this without joining in ... or simply bringing herself to 
a much-needed climax with her own expertly massaging fingers! 

"Oh, both of you fuck meeeeeeee!" Ellen cried, her breasts jiggling 
tantalizingly on her heavily heaving chest. "Fill meeeeeeee! Fuck meeeeeeee! 
Harder! Faster! Deeper! Oh, yeeeeeees!" 

Peggy stared enviously at the naked copulation occurring right before her 
eyes, her husband's big thick masculine cock fucking up with a passionate 
fury into the soft pink wetness of her neighbor's insanely squirming pussy 
while the massive German Shepherd pistoned in and out of her cunt like he 
was mounting a bitch in heat! Those two wonderful love-organs glistening 
wetly in the early evening dusk, stretching the elastic skin and driving it 
inward with every mind-blowing plunge! It was all too lewdly hypnotic for 
the aroused young blonde as she watched, enthralled, as Ellen's pussy sucked 
in the massively thick penis of her husband while her ass-hole sucked in 
with equal voraciousness the scarlet hardness of her dog! 

"I'm cuuuuming!" Ellen screamed, wild with abandoned passion as she felt her 
powerful pet's scorching gushes of broiling sperm shooting up into the 
darkly inwardly sucking passage of her rectal cavern, the maddening spasms 
of wild convulsing pleasure rocketing through her nakedly quivering belly in 
orgasmic and furious response. She could feel every contraction of her own 
tightly straining muscles and every contraction of the animal's brute cock 
as it emptied out its searing load of heated animal cum for up into her 
feverishly thirsting belly-and then she heard Steve growl too, like an 
untamed animal! He too began emptying his thick viscous fluid now in a 
torrent of white thickness that blasted up to the very back of her madly 
clinging cunt as her wildly undulating hips ground down hungrily onto the 
towering throbbing hardness of his cock! 

The powerful muscles of both her cunt and rectum clung hungrily and sucked 
wildly at the two impaling rods of flesh as they jerked and convulsed around 
crazily up inside of her, letting loose the last vestiges of their 
life-giving juices into her madly milking orifices. 

It was just over six weeks later, six glorious weeks of being fucked 
morning, noon and night by her neighbor and pet for Ellen Johnson, when she 
reached up to straighten her husband's tie one last time as they stood 
before the front door of Steve and Peggy Martin. Tom had just returned home 
from his training course and his face wore a worried frown, as if he was 
slightly uncomfortably or ill at ease, and he looked down at his 
voluptuously raven-haired wife in sheer bewilderment. "I still don't 
understand it," he said, taking her arm in his own. 

"Don't understand what, darling?" she asked, although she knew very well 
what he meant. 

"I don't understand why Steve absolutely insisted that we bring the damn dog 
along to this party!" he exclaimed as he looked down then at the proudly 
muscular dog who sat obediently by their feet. 

But Ellen was saved the trouble of an answer because just at that moment, 
the large front door swung open and Steve Martin appeared smiling there to 
usher them into the house. One of his strong arms wrapped around Ellen's 
shoulders as he guided them into the living room where Peggy sat demurely on 
the couch, dressed in an especially provocative, low-cut soft chiffon dress 
of pale green with a short, short skirt that barely concealed the ripely 
rounded contours of her voluptuous buttocks as she stood up. 

Tom whistled silently under his breath. What a dish! God, how come she never 
looked so appealing to me before? His eyes ran appreciatively over the 
sensuous curves of her body, resting at last on the tremulous mounds of her 
bountiful breasts that threatened to fall over the low-plunging neckline of 
her dress. As she walked towards him, she smiled seductively and stretched 
out her naked arms in welcome, swaying her hips provocatively as she moved 
slinking across the room. 

"So nice to see you, Tom," she crooned, throwing her arms around him as if 
he were a long-lost friend-or a newly discovered lover! 

Christ! What is she doing? And Ellen's right here ... 

But Ellen wasn't exactly right there. She was standing over by the bar, next 
to Steve leaning on it with one hip thrust provocatively outward, her 
crooked arm resting on its sensuous curve. She had her back to her husband 
and her temptingly sensuous light-haired neighbor, but Steve's eyes were 
locked on that couple across the room. He chuckled, winked at Ellen, and 
poured out four Martinis from a pitcher which he had mixed just before they 
arrived. Nemo sat obediently by his mistress. 

"Well?" Steve asked almost in a whisper. "No, I haven't said anything to 
him. Nothing at all," she said with a conspiratorial tone. "I've done just 
as we agreed." 

"Good," Steve exclaimed as silently as his euphoria would allow. "Then we 
can leave the first step up to Peggy." 

"Do you think she can-" 

"Believe me, I've seen her at work many, many times," Steve assured her. 
"And she knows exactly what she's doing." Ellen laughed in anticipation of 
the erotic pleasure that was to come that evening, and in delighted 
amusement at the surprise Tom had in store. "She'll have him cumming in his 
pants before too long," Steve continued, "and then..." 

"Yes," Ellen agreed, trying to suppress a sumptuous little giggle. "And 
while Peggy is busy with Tom, you and I can get a little warmed up, right?" 

"Right!" Steve agreed emphatically. 

Nemo whimpered at his mistress' feet, looking up at her with woeful, limpid 
eyes. "Don't worry, Nemo," she assured him, reaching down to stroke his 
large head with her small soft hand, "we won't forget you, old boy. No 
indeed, we won't forget you!" 


THE END
