LICK, DOGGIE, LICK
By Janet MacCoy


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath
a"veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the
girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Mandy Vandemeer is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But
within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake,
waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
LICK, DOGGIE, LICK! – a fictional story about a restless society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The sun was just beginning to nose its way over the top of the foothills that bordered
the Cooper ranch. All was quiet. Not even the crow of a rooster disturbed the early
morning stillness. The Cooper ranch was not a working ranch in the usual sense of the
word. The only animals that frequented Sharon Cooper's spread were dogs, and
pampered dogs at that – dogs whose owners boarded them with Mrs. Cooper while
they were away on vacation.
Yet not even a bark greeted the sun's first glow. Dogs whose owners could afford to pay
a hundred and fifty dollars a week to see that they enjoyed all the comforts of home
away from home were not about to arise at the crack of dawn. That kind of routine was
strictly for mutts and mongrels.
There was one dog who was up and about at this hour though. His name was Taj, and
at the moment he was sitting quietly on the carpet in Mrs. Cooper's bedroom,
attentively watching the scene progressing on his landlady's bed.
"Jeez, Hank, you sure got one beautiful prick," Sharon Cooper told the man who was
sprawled naked on her bed while she knelt over his rapidly distending cock, stroking it
lovingly with skilled, tireless fingers. "The minute I decided to hire you I knew there
was something more to you than a good feeling for animals."
"Yeah, tell me more, baby," the big man grunted, gritting his teeth in pleasure-agony as
he raised up on his elbows to get a better view of the voluptuous beauty handling his
prick with such maddening dexterity. "I'd scarcely walked in your front door before you
had a hand down inside my pants. I gotta admit, though, it was a good day for both of
us when you decided to take me on. I never met a broad who could do the things you
do to my cock without even getting it anywhere near your cunt."
Hank's last words ended in a surprised gasp as his employer ran a titillating hand down
over his cum-laden balls. He watched mesmerized as she gradually lowered her dark
head down toward the pulsing knob of his prick.
"Yeah, I really love your prick, Hank," Sharon moaned, her mouth hovering so close to
the blood-swollen glans that the older man could feel her breath tickling his cockhead,
provoking it to greater size by the sheer wanton promise of that soft warm mouth so
close to his prick. To add to the tension, the kneeling brunette squeezed the base of his
cock, causing his whole member to lurch out in excited search of more erotic
stimulation.
"I bet it's going to feel so good in my mouth," she murmured, obviously working
herself up to a fever pitch of excitement at the same time, wriggling her taut rounded
asscheeks salaciously in the air as her lips hovered over her foreman's cocktip, as her
big brown eyes stared in glazed excitement at the fleshy hard rod.
The woman's teasing ministrations were driving the man to a fever pitch of excitement.
"Jesus Christ, woman!" he exclaimed through tightly drawn lips. "Will you get that
goddamned mouth of yours down around my prick before it explodes!"
Sharon looked up for a moment, her lips curved in a little grin, her eyes sparkling with
minx-like mischief. She pouted a little-girl pout that fleshed out her lips and made her
foreman ache to penetrate them with his pulsing prick. "Ohhh," she goaded him. "Is
Daddy in such an awfully big hurry to have something nice happen to his pretty big
cock? We've got all day you know, honey. This is Sunday. No appointments."
"Jeez, you're an awful teasing bitch," Hank growled and, reaching down with two ham
like hands he grasped her head between them and forced it down toward his aching
cockhead, at the same time thrusting up with his hips, forcing her to take his turgid
prick up into her mouth without another minute's delay.
He watched with sadistic glee as she struggled to free herself of his grasp until,
obviously realizing that protest was futile, she let herself be guided, let him force her
lips down against the rubbery tip of her cock. For a moment Hank thought she was
going to keep on fighting him as her lips continued to form an impenetrable barrier
against the ramrod pressure of his prick.
But after only another moment's stubbornness, she yielded, and his palpitating cock
glided smoothly up into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Aaiii-yi-yi-i-i!" Hank howled, arching his head back against the bed as all his highly
sensitized nerve endings reveled in the sheer liquid stimulation of her enclosing lips.
Though Hank had been working for Sharon for almost a year now, he could never get
used to the dynamite feel of her mouth on his cock. There was something about her
lips that made his prick tingle uncontrollably the minute they made their first erotic
contact. Her mouth was pure molten honey, all soft warm lubricated titillation –
paradise on earth for his prick.
"Man, have you got a mouth, baby!" he moaned as he recovered self-control to again
raise himself on his elbows and watch the show farther down on the bed, where his
employer's head was gradually rising up over his throbbing cock.
Before he could stop her, she had raised her head all the way off his prick and was
again looking at him with her wanton, cat-like stare. "I'm glad you talked me into this,
honey," she teased him, her lips widening into a broad grin. "Your prick tastes awfully
good." Then, making an exaggerated swipe of her pointed little tongue over her lips,
she lowered her head back to the task at hand – to the swollen, waiting shaft of her
foreman's erect prick.
This time, there was no more teasing, and Sharon settled down in earnest to delivering
a moist memorable blow-job to the older man's ever-ready cock. First she made little
darting swipes around the bulbous head, licking and laving the fleshy glans as though it
were a big delicious ice-cream cone. Then she closed her red lips sensuously over his
cocktip and slid them down, down along the stiff hard shaft of his prick until his whole
impressive length was buried in her throat.
Hank never ceased to be amazed at how the woman seemed to be able to open her
throat right up, to take in all of his above-average size. With most women, there was
usually still an inch or two outside after their mouths had taken all they could. But
Sharon was a real find, a virtuoso of cock-sucking. She could take it all into her moist
oral depths, seemingly with room to spare, and deal out slippery excitement to every
inch of his lewdly buried prick.
Pausing only to give his bloated balls a rough, affectionate squeeze, Sharon began to
bob her head lasciviously up and down over Hank's rigid prick, establishing a regular
tantalizing rhythm that was an unmistakable lewd imitation of fucking. Her full fleshy
lips working and worrying the distended flesh of his cock all the way, she raised her
head until only the very tip of his prick remained inside her mouth, then, allowing
herself only one brief moment to probe the slit in his glans for any possible escaping
drops of salty-tasting semen, she lowered her head once more, gradually, tauntingly
enclosing the whole of his erect organ in her soft and supple mouth.
"Mmmmm, mmmm-mmmm." Hank was delighted to hear her mewls of obvious
arousal as she knelt submissively on her own bed, her naked buttocks churning in the
warming glow of a sunbeam that had penetrated the bedroom window, licking and
sucking her foreman's cock with the unabashed eagerness of a hungry child.
The big man had always been impressed by how totally free of inhibition the woman
was, and it struck him once again now as she labored furiously over his pounding prick,
at the same time teasing his asshole with her finger, then caressing his balls with her
fingertips. From time to time, she would run her mouth down along the side of his
cock-shaft all the way to his ball-sac, and enclose his harry testicles in her mouth,
sucking and licking them with lustful abandon, sending little stabbing darts of
mounting arousal through all his alerted nerve-endings.
Thoroughly engrossed by the brunette's skilled manipulations of his genitals, Hank
began to rock his hips rhythmically up and down in tempo with her working mouth,
his lust-steamed gaze wandering back and forth from the undulating half-moons of her
generously contoured ass to the bobbing globes of her tits dangling beneath her torso as
she sucked, all the way to the focus of attention where her red lips were locked greedily
around the steadily stroking shaft of his prick.
"Oh, baby, you really turn me on," Hank groaned, his whole body alive to every touch
and lick of his mistress-employer's talented laborings. "There's nothing I'd rather fuck
than that sweet little mouth of yours."
Hank was telling the truth. In all the time he'd been working for Sharon, he'd only
fucked her pussy once. Having his cock sucked was his favorite thing, and Sharon
Cooper, divorcee and kennel-keeper extraordinaire, gave him all the cock-sucking he
could ask for.
Though that didn't mean the brunette's cunt didn't crave some attention too. The way
her ass was rocking more and more wildly in the air, Hank was reminded of his
employer's needs – and of the third party in the room.
Taj, the handsome blond Russian wolfhound, had been sitting obediently in a corner of
the bedroom for the past hour, ever since the man had roused him from a pampered
sleep in the deluxe kennels and brought him to the woman's room. After a couple of
weeks of the special training that some of her clients requested of Sharon Cooper, the
dog had an idea that he would sooner or later be asked to join the scene on the bed.
His nervous shifting of his forelegs indicated that. But, with the flawless manners of a
trained pedigreed, Taj was waiting for a specific invitation.
Now that Sharon was gyrating her body more and more excitedly, Hank decided that it
was time to reward her for the fine job she was doing of working his prick into a more
and more turgid frenzy of arousal. He wanted to watch her being fucked by the big
hound while she sucked the life juices out of his achingly stiff cock.
"Why don't you shift that beautiful ass of yours around this way, baby?" he suggested
lewdly, a hand reaching out to guide her lush buttocks around toward his face.
Sharon looked expectantly up at the big man for a moment, then her stare of vague
puzzlement gradually faded into a broad grin. "Is it time for my treat now, Daddy?" she
asked salaciously, her tongue peeking out from between her passion-swollen lips in
hungry expression of her building need. "Are you going to let Taj fuck me now?"
Sharon felt the excitement seeping from between her pussy-lips at the sheer wanton
sound of her own words, at the raw titillating prospect of having her employer coax the
dog to mount her and fuck her until they all reached pounding orgasms.
She'd been fucking dogs for a long time, ever since she was fifteen years old and her pet
German shepherd had practically raped her one day when she was masturbating in the
woods. But she always found it most exciting when there was someone else with her, a
man to watch her and make the dog fuck her. She enjoyed the perverse thrill of feeling
someone else was forcing her to debase herself, to make her accept an obscene dog-cock
up between her craving pussy-lips.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to get old Taj to fuck you now. But first I want to see that
harry cunt of yours hanging right over my face. So I got a real good view of the goings
on." He laughed as he helped position her over him in a sixty-nine position, her lips
continuing to slide wetly up and down his pulsing cock-shaft. He felt his own
excitement increase tenfold just to know how much this amazing broad wanted to feel
hard slippery dog-cock up in her voracious cunt. And he realized full w ell part of the
game, part of the excitement, was that he should be running the show, he should be the
one who should finally "force" her to take the animal's prick up in her smoldering
belly.
Once Sharon was in position and Hank was staring right up at the hairy mound of her
snatch, where just a drop of glistening moisture caught the sun's new rays and betrayed
the building intensity of her arousal, the big man whistled soft and low. "Here, Taj.
Come here, boy," he called, feeling his cock pound responsively in his employer's
mouth at the obscene thought of watching her fuck a dog within mere inches of his
rapt gaze.
Instantly, it seemed, the dog was at the man's head, his nose automatically prodding
inquisitively at the lewdly upthrust furrow of the woman's pussy, picking up the
tantalizing aroma emanating from her hot excited cunt. He buried his nose along the
slit of Sharon's pussy, his head bowing to allow him to work his way under her belly
until the cold wet bulb of his nose touched the sensitive swollen nub of her clitoris.
"Oooohh," Sharon mewled throatily, her whole nude body aquiver with the startling
stimulation of the hound's nose rubbing over her taut little clitoral nub. "Oh God,
Hank," she moaned in an ecstasy of arousal. "What's he doing to me?" She wan ted to
hear it from the man's lips, the obscene description of the dog's probings at her hotly
excited cunt.
"He's smelling your twat, baby," Hank told her harshly, groaning a little as he felt her
lips lock wetly around his swollen cockhead.
The excited man watched captivated for several moments while the dog's nose
continued to investigate the pink moist slit of Sharon's pussy, parting the tangled mass
of her pubic hair lewdly as he probed more closely the wet yielding promise of her
seeping cunt.
The brunette wiggled her hips feverishly, avidly trying to catch the dog's nose between
her pussy-lips and force it farther up between the craving walls of her vagina. "It feels
so good, Hank," she cried, tossing her long dark hair wantonly around her passiondistorted 
face, pushing her ass-cheeks back to meet the dog's lewd probe. "My cunt is
so hot, Hank baby. I need more of him."
"You'll have all you can handle in a minute, sweetheart," her foreman assured her as he
finally broke the spell of obscene bewitchment he'd fallen under, watching the dog's
black nose and blonde muzzle contrasting with the pink flesh and dark crinkly hairs of
Sharon's pussy. He patted the woman's ass with his hand and ordered the dog: "Up,
boy, up," the way he and Sharon had been instructing him over the last couple of
weeks, so Mrs. Stoneham would have herself a full-fledged canine lover when she came
to claim Taj next week. This was the dog's final test-run. Tomorrow, Sharon would have
to turn her attention to some of the other dogs that needed training.
Responding at once to the sharply uttered command, Taj rose on his hind legs and
clasped the woman's writhing buttocks with his forepaws, clumsily searching for a
footing on the soft bed beneath them while at the same time being careful not t o tread
on the man's face.
Hank stared fascinated at the bright red shaft of the dog's prick that was already
protruding awesomely from its furry sheath. Obviously, watching the humans on the
bed and then smelling the woman's pussy had aroused the dog to a state of teeming
excitement, so all Hank was going to have to do was see that the impressive canine
prick found its proper lodging place.
Sharon shivered with excitement as she felt the dog's hairy paws lock around her hips
and felt the heavy cudgel of his prick graze against her thigh as the animal adjusted his
position behind her. Waiting expectantly for the moment when she would first feel his
cocktip pressing against the resilient entrance to her cunt, she began to suck even more
hungrily at the impressively swollen human prick in her mouth. She needed to get
fucked soon, and maybe laboring more furiously at Hank's cock would remind him of
what she expected from him.
"Hey, you ought to see this big red prick bobbing up against that hairy cunt of yours,
Sharon baby. Most obscene thing I've ever seen in my life," Hank grunted, his cynical
humor vanishing as he felt the woman's teeth lightly graze his cock-shaft as she labored
more avidly in her anxious need to feel the dog's cock fucking up inside her. "Okay,
okay, I know what you want, sweetheart. Some of this fat old dog prick in your cunt.
Right?"
Beside herself with the perverse force of her passion, Sharon raised her head desperately
from the man's cock. "Please help him get it in me," she begged, her excitement
running rampant as she felt the animal-prick slipping futilely between her ass-cheeks
and grazing along her thighs. "I'm going crazy, Hank!"
Amazed as ever by the woman's apparently inexhaustible libido – it was only yesterday
afternoon that she'd last been fucked by one of her canine charges – Hank grasped the
dog's heavy prick and guided it toward the flowering moist entrance to Sharon's cunt.
He watched fascinated as the pointed tip caught and strained for a moment at the
entrance and then began to force its way up into the hidden depths of her hotly craving
pussy.
"Oh, Gaw-w-wd," the woman groaned, her eyes closing, her mouth falling slackly open
as she relished the hard relentless penetration of the dog's cock moving steadily up into
her needing cunt. "Oooohhh. Oh Gawd... ugghhh..." At last the hound's cocktip had
struck her cervix and the unnatural penetration was complete. Smiling perversely,
Sharon began to wriggle her hips gently, encouraging the animal to set up a fucking
rhythm into her dilating pussy, to hammer his filling prick far up into her sensitive
inner recesses again and again and again, until she was driven mad with desire and then
pushed over the brink of fulfillment...
In fact, the dog needed little encouragement. Driven by primitive instinct and abetted
by the wanton stimulation of the human female's cunt agitating the buried length of his
stiff prick, the dog began to fuck hard and rapidly in and out of her passion-parted
pussy-lips. The compulsive force of his thrust and the primeval ardor of his embrace
around her hips were driving the woman wild with excitement within moments, and
she humped back furiously to meet his rhythmic impalements.
The wanton stimulation of the woman's mouth sliding wetly up and down over Hank's
turgid prick was accentuated many times over by the lewd spectacle of the slender red
dog-cock flashing in and out of her seeping, welcoming cunt. The sight of the rock-hard
canine member glistening obscenely in the shaft of sunlight flooding through the
window drove Hank to shove his cock hard into the back of her throat, buffeting her
harshly at that end even as the dog's laboring cock rammed her pitilessly from the
other.
The man smiled grimly to himself, in the midst of his agony of erotic stimulation, to
realize that his beautiful employer was now right where she most liked to be, sucking
and slavering over a human cock while a dog-cock fucked into her from behind, as
though she were nothing more than a brute animal herself. This was the state of
mindless depravity which Sharon Cooper seemed to crave again and again – endlessly.
In the months that Hank had known her, she'd never gone a day without a fuck, and
never been fucked by a man, except that once with him.
From time to time, she would have a lesbian girl friend visit for a while, but by the and
large she seemed content with her semi-reclusive existence – just her and her foreman
and her beloved dogs – always changing, always new to her, always eager and ready to
learn.
Not all the women who left their dogs here asked that they be trained to fuck human
females, but Sharon Cooper had acquired a small underground of clients and
supporters with just that purpose in mind.
And the best and most amazing thing about it all was that the attractive brunette – who
had enough money to relieve her of the need to work – was obviously devoted to her
career. She was one of those lucky individuals who had found just the right vocation –
and just the right co-worker. For Hank Summer, too, was devoted to his job and
devoted to his lovely employer. Not all the tea in China, nor all the money in Swiss
banks could lure him away from what he was doing right now.
"Oh Gawd, you got a beautiful little mouth, baby," Hank groaned, thrusting his hips
more and more eagerly up to meet the warm receptive clasp of Sharon's lips. Even as he
felt his prick hardening to almost unbearable heights of palpitating arousal, he kept his
eyes glued to the flashing red dog-cock that skewered the woman's cunt with the
regularity of a steam pump, with the unerring force of a roaring locomotive. "You got a
beautiful little cunt too, sweetheart," he told her lewdly, still watching. "It's really
something watching that big red dog-prick burying itself up in your little pink snatch."
His own depraved words gave Hank a new surge of intense prickly excitement, and he
knew it wouldn't be long now before he blew his wad, deep into the throat of this
crazy, dog-fucking brunette.
"Oooohhh, he's fucking me so good, Hank. You'll never know how incredible it feels.
Mmmmppphhh," she mumbled as she returned at once to her task of sucking her
foreman's prick. His words had inspired Sharon too with a wanton need to come to
climax, to do whatever was necessary, to debase herself in any way just to feel that
incredible wave of release flowing through every fiber of her quivering being. She
squirmed and wriggled back in anxious encouragement of the dog's fucking, thrilling to
feel his hardness swelling and growing far up inside her, going berserk with joy to feel
the first thick jets of Taj's animal-sperm streaming far into her hungry cuntal depths.
"Oh Gad, he's cumming in me! He's cumming in me!" she howled, driving her hips
fiercely back, working out the overpowering force of her orgasm as she felt wave after
wave of pure fiery sensation flooding every inch of her being, then retreating, then
spreading again for one last incredible moment of consuming lust. "I'm cumming too!
Uuhhh, Jee-sus..." And again she was sucking Hank's cock with the fiery abandon of a
woman gone berserk. She teased it and moistened it and pulled on it with her lips,
begging it to spill its load into her, driving the man beyond any hope of further
resistance.
His orgasm came upon him with the wild power of a hurricane on the high seas, and
Hank was jerking helplessly on the mattress beneath the humping joined loins of
woman and dog, feeling his own sperm shooting far into her throat, feeling her
gobbling efforts to swallow it all, not to miss a single drop.
Within moments, it was all over. The dog limped off the bed like a war casualty and
huddled exhausted in a corner.
"Look at him," Sharon laughed. "Mrs. Stoneham is going to have herself a handsome
lover. But, you know, I don't think he has much enthusiasm for the work."
"No wonder," Hank answered as he followed her example by getting to his feet and
climbing into his jeans. "After fucking nothing but bitches all his life, the poor guy has
to face up to a whole week of Sharon Cooper. His testicles are probably all shriveled up
with all that cumming."
"You're not calling me a ball-crusher, are you, Mr. Foreman?" Sharon kidded him.
Not saying that," Hank answered stoically. "All I'm saying is any guy comes near you
better be wearing armor."
"Any guy comes near me better be wearing a stiff prick," Sharon drawled, doing her
best to look tough, not an easy matter considering the fine soft lines of her face and her
long locks of fluffy dark hair. Though close to thirty, she looked closer to twenty-one.
And innocent! She looked like cotton candy wouldn't melt in her mouth.
Foreman and boss hugged each other good-naturedly. "I better make us some
breakfast," Sharon said. "Lot of chores to do today. Sunday's no day of rest on the
farm."
"Aw shit," Hank complained half-heartedly as they headed toward the kitchen. Though
known as a tough, even ruthless, man among the boys in town, Hank Summer was
putty in the hands of Sharon Cooper. It wasn't love between them, but a special kind of
caring, of being at home with your boots off. "I was hoping something special might
happen today. Same old routine – fucking and sucking, feeding them spoiled critters
fillet mignon – guy needs a change of pace." He pinched his employer playfully on the
ass before sitting down at the bit kitchen table.
"What did you have in mind, big shot? Besides boozing, you don't know anything else."
"Maybe we should get us some girl sheep who needs training," Hank suggested lewdly,
a twinkle in his eyes.
"No good. I'm not having any dirty old sheep shit on my clean ranch. You'll have to
settle for liver for lunch. Eat it or screw it... it's all the same to me."
We're talking about lunch already? If I don't get my coffee soon, I'm going to tan your
hide, woman."
"Don't you forget who's boss and who's slave around here, mister."
With a typical blend of banter and bawdiness, another Sunday morning began on the
Cooper ranch.


Chapter 2

Man, my luck's really holding today, Mike Burns thought excitedly as the silver
Mercedes roadster slowed and pulled over onto the gravel, stopping to wait for the
youth to get in. Mike had been dropped by his previous ride only about fifteen minutes
earlier here on this rather deserted patch of desert highway, and the teenager had not
been looking forward to a possible long day's wait for his next ride in the building
afternoon heat. But here he was with a ride right on cue, and in a fancy Mercedes at
that.
The red-headed youth's next surprise came when he climbed into the passenger seat
and got a good look at the oar's driver. At first all he could see was a long lustrous
shock of white-blonde hair as the woman turned to check over her shoulder for
oncoming traffic and then pulled the car swiftly and expertly back onto the road. Then
she turned to look at him, and even though she was wearing extra large, dark-tinted
sunglasses, Mike had no doubt that this was a very beautiful woman. And she got even
more beautiful when she smiled.
"Hi, my name's Mandy," she greeted him in a low throaty voice. Mike hadn't heard
anything that sexy since the Marilyn Monroe flick he'd seen on the late show a couple
of months back. "I'm sure glad you happened to be hitching along here. It's so quiet in
here without company, I was starting to talk to myself. Can't even turn on the radio.
It's broken." Mike decided she was more beautiful yet when she pouted.
"My name's Mike," he told her brightly, stealing a look at her full outthrust breasts
under her flimsy top now that her eyes were back on the road. She wasn't even wearing
a bra, he thought excitedly as he stared mesmerized at the perky little points of her
nipples straining against their light cotton covering. "Maybe if we pull over somewhere
later, I could take a look at the radio for you. I've done some work on cars in my time,"
he told her proudly.
"Gee, do you think you could do something?" She cast him a long look of admiring
wonder. "I've been meaning to take it to a garage, but I've just been too lazy, I guess."
She giggled, and Mike felt a shiver of raw desire run up her spine under his T-shirt. He
noticed now that she was wearing a miniskirt, and it was riding almost all the way up
into her crotch as she pressed her foot down firmly on the accelerator.
The youth started to speak, and discovered a frog in his throat. He coughed in quick
embarrassment to cover what he considered the obvious sign of his arousal. "I... I can't
make any guarantees, ma'am. But I'll sure take a look for you."
She smiled at him again. "Call me Mandy, Mike."
"M-Mandy." He coughed. "Right... any time you say, I'll look at it for you, Mandy."
Holy Shit, I think I can see her crotch hair, he thought in wild amazement as he
continued to stare at her scarcely covered crotch. He caught himself just in time before
he leaned forward to try to clear up the mystery of that hint of blonde fringing the
black leather of her brief skirt. This woman was making him lose his cool like no
woman ever had before.
He'd been around – been hitching his way around the States for the last two of his
nineteen years – but he'd never run into a Grade-B movie setup like this one before. It
looked as though he'd just run into the original red-hot mama. Jeez, no underwear, he
recalled in disbelief, staring out the window at the flat desert skyline to take his mind
off what it was not about to be taken off of.
The effect of her shamelessly exposed crotch was not lost on Mandy Vandemeer. A little
weekend titillation was exactly what she was after when she left home this morning,
telling her husband that she'd probably be back Sunday night, "but don't wait up." It
had been months since she's last let herself get out on her own, but the build-up of long
months of frustration had finally gotten to be too much. She had to blow off some
steam.
Mere days after she'd married Marcus Vandemeer, Mandy realized she'd been a fool to
involve herself with a man twenty years older than herself. Though her husband's
money certainly had its compensations – was enough in fact to keep her on the straight
and narrow most of the time – she was a woman with a highly developed libido, and
three or four bouts of sex a month didn't even begin to whet her appetite, let alone sate
it. So there was the chauffeur, and her tailor, and the junior vice-president of her
husband's firm – and as an extra added attraction, every six months or so, there was a
wild weekend out on the road.
Though she was quite sure her husband suspected what she was doing, he never said a
word about her occasional unexplained absences. All he demanded, she knew, was that
she be very discreet, protect the good name of the family and its far-flung empire. So,
like the dutiful and self-sacrificing wife she considered herself to be most of the time,
she had driven a good two hundred miles before she'd picked up this handsome young
hitchhiker.
She figured her husband's reputation would be safe with a callow-looking youth like
this Mike Burns. So innocent, she thought patronizingly, casting a surreptitious glance
at his wide-eyed stare as she let her left leg fall farther open against the door panel.
Though she realized she was probably only three or four years older than the boy, she
felt far older and wiser in experience. For a moment, she felt a little guilty about
deceiving such touching innocence.
What the hell, she thought callously to herself. He'd be getting what he wanted... and
so would she. She pushed harder on the accelerator, relishing the quick pick-up of the
motor and the light-headed thrill of soaring like the wind.
"She really goes, doesn't she?" Mike commented nervously, his eyes on the road, and
then on the speedometer to verify the fact that they were now cruising at over a
hundred miles an hour. Though this Mandy was probably the best woman driver he'd
ever ridden with, like most men he never could feel really comfortable with a woman at
the wheel.
"Isn't she just a fine little car? I love her dearly," Mandy enthused, enjoying the sense of
power only experienced at the wheel of a really gutsy automobile. She was feeling
reckless and adventurous, excited about the prospects for later in the day.
"How far are you going, Mike?" she asked.
"Just east," the boy replied blithely, feeling more relaxed now that they had been
traveling at this high speed for a while and nothing catastrophic had happened so far.
"I'm looking for new parts. Somewhere interesting, with work to let me get by. I just
been wandering the last few years." Mike's chest swelled out with pride whenever he
spoke of his wanderlust. He felt that the way he lived was interesting and exciting, far
superior to anything he'd seen among settled folks. Unless they were folks with money,
that is, He turned to look at the curvaceous blonde next to him. She was obviously rich.
Beautiful car... a touch of class about her personal appearance. But there was obviously
something unhappy, driven about her. Why else would she be driving alone along this
godforsaken highway with only a complete stranger for company? Good-looking broad
like her could have all the company she wanted, and then some.
"How far you going?" he asked, feeling more self-confident now that he'd been with the
woman awhile, now that he realized she was just a lonely human being, like anybody
else. But that body was no run-of-the-mill body, he thought salaciously, eyeing her
scantily clad curves more openly now, feeling a straining bulge in his jeans. Mike Burns
was beginning to have his own ideas about later in the day.
"Oh, me?" She seemed slightly nervous, talking about herself. "I'm kind of like you, I
guess, Mike. I'm looking for something interesting too."
Emboldened by the fleeting vulnerability that showed in her face, Mike slowly snaked
out a hand toward the shadowed vee of her crotch, toward that mysterious place where
a few stray blonde hairs garlanded the hem of her black leather skirt. What the hell did
he have to lose anyway? he thought recklessly. The worst she could do was throw him
out of the car.
His hand grazed lightly over one cream-white thigh, and the youth held his breath,
waiting for some indignant outburst. But there was total silence in the car. In fact, Mike
thought Mandy must be holding her breath too, waiting for what he would do next.
Amazed that anything could be so soft, he slid his fingertips up along the smooth
interior of her leg until they invaded the shelter of her skirt hem. Aware only of the
beat of his heart, that echoed resoundingly in the growing swell in his groin, he
touched the soft hairs of her cunt, then moved on until his fingers were touching moist
naked flesh. Jeez, she's excited too, he thought heatedly, hi s hand stroking the telltale
wetness that betrayed her own building desire. Without waiting another moment, he
adjusted his position so he could shove a finger right into the flowering hole of her
cunt, and was rewarded by a soft moan from between her full pink lips and a slight
movement upwards of her hips to give him easier access to her craving pussy.
"Mmmm," she sighed, and looking at her face, which was only inches from his now, he
could see the fiery flash of excitement in her eyes even through her sunglasses. She
smiled seductively at him for a brief moment before returning her eyes to the road.
"That's awfully nice," she whispered, then was silent, jerking her loins slightly,
encouraging him to maneuver the finger buried up in her wet cunt.
Mandy let her legs fall open as far as possible without losing control of the gas pedal.
She felt wildly excited by the mental image of herself driving along on the open road
with a stranger's finger burrowing up into her cunt, shamelessly opening herself up to
him while scarcely a word was spoken. God, it felt good, she thought wantonly as the
youth began to move his finger back and forth in her hungrily clutching pussy, taunting
her with this slender imitation of fucking.
Unbelievably excited by the unexpected success of his daring move, Mike began to
pump his finger enthusiastically back and forth in her clasping cunt, taking his cue
from the lascivious answering movements of her hips. Her skirt was shoved all the way
up now and he could gaze right at the fluffy blonde hairs of her pussy, soft and silky,
not at all bristly or tough.
"You've got a pretty little pussy," he told her obscenely, shoving a second finger up to
join the first in her steadily moistening cuntal depths, churning and pumping them a
little awkwardly, trying to make allowances for the relative inflexibility of their positions
as she continued to guide the Mercedes along the highway.
As he leaned his arm energetically into the task of sawing his hand in and out of
Mandy's pussy, his face drew closer and closer to hers. He stared at the delicate soft
whiteness of her skin and was suddenly struck by a desire to see her eyes, to find out
what color they were, what she looked like without the big glasses. He reached up with
his free hand and grasped the frames.
"Don't do that!" she snapped so quickly and brusquely that he automatically obeyed.
Mike couldn't help being struck by the strange contrast between the ease with which
he'd stuck his finger into this strange woman's cunt and the Opposition he'd met in the
simple act of trying to remove her glasses. He dropped the rejected hand to his crotch
and absently stroked the pulsing bulge there.
Many had been startled and inexplicably frightened by Mike's efforts to remove the
protective covering of her glasses. For some reason she needed the courage they gave
her. They were an essential part of her disguise as the brainless and sexy "easy lay" she
was playing for young Mike Burns. His attempt to take off her glasses reminded her of
her own deep-rooted uneasy conscience, of her lack of self-confidence regarding her
bizarre need for stranger lovers and abnormal experiences. She didn't like to think she
was "weird". It was Marc, she told herself whenever self-doubts assailed her. If he'd just
fuck her enough, she wouldn't have to do things like this. But deep down, she couldn't
help wondering if even frequent sex with her husband would be enough for her fiery
libido.
Forcing such unpleasant thoughts from her mind, she made herself concentrate once
more on the maddening fingers ramming in and out of her wet, welcoming cunt. She
writhed her buttocks more and more forcefully up against the boy's hand, until her
skirt was forced up around her hips and her bare ass was rubbing salaciously against
the smooth leather of the car seat. Humping like a woman possessed, she realized she
was going to have to do something more decisive about her roaring need. Her whole
being was groaning for more of this wanton titillation.
Sure now of what she wanted, Mandy pulled the car off the road a little way over onto
the sand. She turned off the engine, and smiled suggestively at her red-headed
companion.
"Will you do something for me, sugar pie?" she asked him in a voice that purred.
Mike's own voice was hoarse with suppressed desire. "Sure, anything your little heart
desires, Mandy baby."
Smiling wantonly, she leaned her head against her car door and swiveled her hips
around toward the youth so they were free of the obstruction of the steering wheel. "Eat
my pussy," she told him, her voice a honeyed drawl.
Startled, but at the same time excited by her lewd request, Mike slid awkwardly down
onto the floor of the car and knelt facing the blonde, pink-lipped furrow of the
woman's wide-splayed cunt. He reached forward and lay a thumb along each side,
parting the moist glistening flesh to give him better access to the tender softness inside.
He could see that her clitoris was standing up swollen and excited at the top of her
pussy furrow, and he made this the first target of his darting tongue.
"Aaaaahhhh-h-h-h," Mandy mewled, her mind reeling with the sweet furor of her
explosively released passion. It had been so long, so long since anyone had done
anything like this for her. And she so loved to have her pussy kissed and licked. Mike's
tongue on her hardened clitoris was like a love-poker, soft and wet, yet merciless in its
fiery potency. "Yes, that's it, Mike darling," she encouraged him. "Oh, my clit feels so
wonderful, sweetheart. You've got a beautiful tongue..."
Egged on by the wanton lewdness of the woman's voice and words, Mike swirled his
tongue abandonedly, again and again around the responsive slippery knob of her
clitoris. Once he had it thoroughly moistened, his saliva mixed and then slipped his
tongue farther down, lapping at the fleshy lips of her shamelessly spread cunt. He
couldn't resist looking up for one moment at the lovely woman, her blonde head cast
back in a delirium of wanton ecstasy against the car door, her breasts swelling full and
heavy through the thin cotton of her top, her skirt pushed up to her waist, leaving her
naked from the belly down. He saw her look at him, her eyes heavy with the burning
fire of lust, hazy smoldering sockets through her dark glasses.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Lick my pussy some more please! Please?"
"Sure, Mandy," the boy assured her cockily. He was feeling good now, in command.
Now that this rich nympho had revealed her true self and her needs to him, he felt
confident he could carry through with whatever she wanted. He had her where he
wanted her, and he didn't intend to leave off till they'd both enjoyed a rip-roaring
release.
Bending his head once more to his task, he began to run his tongue up one side of her
cuntal lips and down the other, nipping and poking at their resilient softness, trapping
them between his own lips and sucking them up between, then finally shooting his
tongue right up into the welcoming moistness of her craving cunt.
"Oh Gawd, yes-s-s-s!" Mandy screamed, shaking her head from side to side, clutching
the boy's hair for moral support as she fell total prey to the maddening skill of his
mouth on her needing pussy. Beside herself with excitement, she began to hump her
hips up to thrust her cunt right into Mike's face, forcing his tongue as far as it would
go into her thoroughly stimulated cunt. Even the cool feel of the naked leather under
her ass added to the erotic excitation, and she felt herself buffeted between two
erogenous stimuli by the furious activity of her own writhing body.
"That's it. That's it! Uuuuhhh, yesss!" she mewled and moaned, the sounds coming
from her throat sounding more animal than human, her mind in fact devoid of all
human thought, stripped of everything but pure electric sensation.
Mike had never come across a woman this hot, so hot that he feared a passerby might
think someone was being murdered by the fury of her squeals, and come over to
investigate. Remembering though that he had probably seen no more than two or three
cars in the last hour, he dismissed the possibility from his mind, concentrating instead
on shoving his tongue far up into her gyrating cunt, tickling her pussy-lips with his
mouth, then darting his tongue down to tease at the puckered little entrance to her
asshole. Then once again his tongue was shoving far up into the clenching depths of
her pussy while he prodded with a finger at her sphincter.
With his other hand he reached up under her top and clasped a smooth naked breast in
his hand, worrying and tweaking an already excitement tautened nipple between his
fingers. Her breasts were soft and smooth as a newborn baby's skin, yet at the same
time firm and resilient. The youth could feel his cock lurching uncomfortably inside his
jeans as he struggled to bring this writhing nymphomaniac stranger to orgasm.
One hand stroking her breasts, his mouth laving her greedy pussy, Mike began to shove
his finger up into the forbidden depths of her convulsively clenched asshole. Her
excitement was so intense now that the guardian muscles of her ass gave way easily and
he was able to bury his finger all the way up to the first, and then to the second
knuckle.
Rotating the obscenely embedded finger around up inside her asshole, he gradually
began to establish a lewd gentle fucking motion up inside her most forbidden passage.
Despite the perversity of what he was doing – he'd never dared try this before, but he
was ready to resort to extreme measures to accommodate this amazing woman, Mandy
seemed to respond positively at once, writhing and humping her hips even more
salaciously than before, mutely giving him full approval to do whatever he would with
her entire defenselessly presented body.
"Yes, fuck my asshole with your finger too," she muttered obscenely. "I like that too,
darling. Oh yes, it feels so good!" Mandy was quite carried away by the intensity of
having her breasts, her cunt, and her sensitive asshole stimulated so provocatively all at
the same time, and she could feel an awesome roar building somewhere deep in her
belly, titillating the nerve centers of her whole being in an ever widening circle. Just a
little more of this wonderful love play, and she would have it. She'd be over the hump,
and floating in a never-never land of sweet climactic forgetfulness.
Feeling the quivering tremors building in her thighs that wrapped loosely and then
more tightly about his head, sensing the anxious quickness with which her buttocks
ground down to meet his oral and manual caresses, Mike could tell the moment of
truth was near for the excited blonde.
Mustering all his strength, he redoubled his efforts, nibbling and licking her cunt as
though there were no tomorrow, pinching first one and then the other nipple, sawing a
finger relentlessly in and out of her asshole. Suddenly he felt her legs lock convulsively
around him, and he knew her moment had come.
"Oh Gawd, I'm cummm-ing!" she shouted, half willing, half crying as she ground her
clitoris hard against the youth's face, bounced her ass-cheeks deliriously against the car
seat.
And after that supreme moment of effort, all became quiet but for her fading mewls of
contentment as the first wash of release flooded over her.
Mike Burns felt he'd never better earned the right to feel proud of a job well done, and
he had no hesitation in determining what his reward should be.
Scrambling with difficulty out of the car, he grabbed the limp woman and eased her out
after him, kneeling her on the ground facing the passenger seat so her head was resting
on it. Then, holding her steady with one hand, he undid his fly and released the hard
shaft of his erect prick.
Kneeling close up behind her, he probed along the excitement moistened crevice
between her buttocks until he'd found the wet hole that marked the entrance to her
cunt, and without any preliminaries he rammed his cock as far as it would go right up
into her rubbery pussy.
"Uuuuuhhh!" he grunted, in grateful relief after the long frustration of first watching
and then feeling and licking this voluptuous woman's eager body. Now his cock was
buried right up where it had wanted to be all along, and as though of it s own accord
his prick began to saw rhythmically in and out of the gradually distending depths of her
moist cunt.
Mandy had been scarcely conscious of what was happening when the youth lifted her
from her disheveled position in the car and set her down on the sand next to it. But as
soon as she felt the bulbous hardness of his cockhead parting her tingling pussy-lips she
was filled with a renewed energy, a kind of second wind of excitement that reminded
her of how much she wanted to be filled up there. Having her pussy licked and sucked
was a special treat that she'd craved for a long, long time, but now she felt the old
filling satisfaction that only a good hard prick in her pussy could bring. Rather than
feeling debased at the moment by the rather shameless way in which her passenger was
using her, she only felt more intensely excited by realization that he'd positioned her
heedlessly on the ground without consideration for her comfort, driven only by his own
need to bury his cock far up in her ready cunt.
"Oh yes, fuck me, Mike honey," she coaxed him lewdly, remembering even at this
moment of totally involved passion to push her glasses back up on her nose when they
slipped loose.
"Your cock is beautiful, sugar," she told the panting youth. "Ooooohh, yes," she
moaned as he ground his shaft deep and far up inside her. "I love it! I love it!"
The teenager's eyes were practically popping out of his head as he watched the lush
blonde, dressed only in her light top and a leather skirt that was now serving as a belt,
writhing her full firm white ass-cheeks frantically back to meet his every hard relentless
thrust far up into her quaking belly. She was obviously insatiable, he decided as he felt
the beads of sweat form up on his brow as he pumped his turgid prick into her cunt
and renewed energy.
"You've got a real nice cunt, baby," he told her a little harshly, feeling very much the
conquering male now that his excitement was becoming more and more intense, now
that his prick was snugly burying itself up in the beautiful rich blonde's cunt. He
reveled in the proud image of himself fucking into this total stranger on the ground
right next to her fifteen-thousand-dollar car, giving her something she obviously badly
needed, something all her money obviously was not enough to buy for her.
"Mmmmmhhhh, uuuggghhh," she moaned, apparently incapable now of coherent
sound, totally immersed as she was in the delightful sensation of the hard and ceaseless
fucking her young pick-up was dealing her. She loved the sensual feel of his hands
roaming over the outthrust moons of her buttocks, massaging them as his prick moved
back and forth in their crevice. Despite the intensity of her earlier orgasm, she could
feel a second building ominously in the depths of her long-deprived belly.
Kneeling close up behind the blonde, Mike was intensely aware of every fold of flesh
inside her cuntal walls that caressed and stroked his stiff prick with every measured in
and out stroke. He closed his eyes to the late day sun and began to concentrate fully on
her flesh like butter, her liquid depths like soothing honey, his cock fucking a strange
woman, the loveliest creatures he'd ever come this close to... and he knew it wouldn't
be long now... couldn't be much longer before he'd have to let go the barriers, blow his
semen far up into her clutching pussy.
"I'm cummm-ing-g-g-g," Mandy moaned beneath him just as the boy thought he could
go no longer, and satisfied that she had made it too, he let the first jets of his seething
semen shoot up into her climactically convulsing womb.
"Me too!" he told her through clenched teeth, continuing to rock his loins back and
forth until the last of his load was spent, until he'd given her all he had to give.
Then they were done, and the passing whosh of a car reminded them of where they
were and who they were, that they were strangers to each other. As though to ease their
shyness and embarrassment, Mandy suggested they lie down together for a few minutes
just to feel close. She spread a blanket she took from the trunk of the car and, after
adjusting their clothing for the benefit of any more passersby, they lay down together.
Exhausted by his recent experience, and by twenty-six hours of traveling and sleeping
only in fits and starts, Mike fell into a quick doze.
When he awoke, she was gone.


Chapter 3

Mandy spent the night following her encounter with the hitchhiker in a remote hotel
room, watching television until three in the morning, dulling her mind to the harsh
realities of her own wanton behavior, to the vexing puzzle of why she seemed to need
to pepper her life with sordid episodes like the one with Mike Burns.
The thing that bothered her most was that, even while she was chastising herself for her
own lack of self-control, her pussy was pulsing in happy recollection of the welcome
attention young Mike had lavished on it. The voluptuous beauty hadn't enjoyed two
such resounding orgasms in a long time, and her body, at least, was not going to cease
to be grateful for a while yet.
Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, and though Mandy had determined to get an
early start and make the most of her second and last day of freedom, it was only at
dawn that she was actually able to fall asleep after restless hours of lying awake and
thinking, of cursing herself for a madwoman, then perversely praising her own bravery
in occasionally indulging her body's fondest inclinations. So it wasn't until almost
eleven-thirty that she actually hit the road again.
She stopped at a little roadside grocery for some wine, bread and cheese for a picnic
later in the day, then began to trace a broad circle back toward home.
The tension she had felt when she first left home yesterday morning was gone now, the
positive result, she knew, of yesterday's sound fucking, and the blonde was enjoying the
welcome peace of driving through big beautiful country, by herself, free and unhurried.
It wasn't until almost three o'clock that hunger drove her to look for a good place to
stop and eat, and she soon found just what she wanted in a little woods bordering a
stream about a mile off the main road.
Mandy regretted now leaving the blanket with the boy when she'd snuck away
yesterday afternoon. She made do with a raincoat, however, which she spread carefully
on a grassy spot near the water.
Feeling totally unhurried, the attractive blonde helped herself to bread and cheese and
guzzled freely at the bottle of hearty burgundy she'd bought. She was feeling a pleasant
glow from the effects of the wine and the beautiful day, when she suddenly felt her
heart leap to her throat in fear.
Someone was creeping up on her through the woods. She was sure she'd heard
movement, and she strained her eyes to catch some glimpse of an intruder.
"Oh, it's only you, is it?" She breathed a sigh of relief as a handsome blond-colored dog
edged carefully into the clearing. "Are you hungry?" she asked, noticing his eyes
anxiously surveying the food. "Well, it's not much for a dog, but you're welcome to
what I've got, fella. Come on. Here, have a piece of cheese."
She held out a piece of cheddar toward the big animal, who stared at it for a moment,
then, hunger overcoming caution, moved forward and took it gingerly from her hand.
He gulped it ravenously, then looked at the woman, then at the remaining cheese,
indicating that he would like some more please, thank you.
"You certainly are a well-mannered beauty, aren't you?" Mandy praised him, stroking
his lustrous coat as he fed on what remained of her lunch. She could tell the dog was a
pedigreed, and a very well-kept animal too. He obviously hadn't been on his own for
long.
"Are you lost, fella?" she asked in an anxious voice, delighted by his answering swipe of
her face with his long wet tongue. "Hey, hey," she giggled. "I bet you are lost, too. Let
me have a look at these tags of yours. Maybe I can see about getting you back to your
master. How about, that?"
The dog lay obediently at her side while she studied his tags. One tag was a standard
city license for Houston, Texas. She dismissed that for the moment. The dog obviously
had not come all the way from Houston on his own. The other was a bigger plate that
read COOPER RANCH, with the name of a town less than ten miles away.
"Well, that's more like it," she said cheerfully. "We'll see that you get back to the
Cooper Ranch safe and sound. That all right with you, boy? Or maybe you're running
away from home?"
Responding to the mellow sound of the woman's voice, the dog licked her face again,
and nuzzled her neck with his cold wet nose.
"Hey, cut that out! That tickles!"
To escape the animal's enthusiastic attentions, Mandy took another long guzzle of her
wine, then rose to her feet and walked over to the stream. "Here, fella," she called,
though there was no need. The dog was following close at her heels. It pleased Mandy
that the animal had overcome his initial distrust of her. It felt good to be liked, even by
a dog. "Have a drink of water, boy. I bet all that salty cheese made you thirsty."
While the dog drank his fill, Mandy went back to her picnic place and shook the
crumbs from her raincoat, bending forward to spread it again over the grassy ground.
A sudden cold jolt up between her thighs sent her flying forward, so she suddenly
found herself on hands and knees on the coat, her whole body quivering with the
effects of the strange but pleasurable shock. She looked back over her shoulder.
"Hey, what's going on back there?" she asked, though one look told her that the source
of the cold shock had been the dog's nose on her bare thighs. He was still investigating
her ass with his nose, obviously attracted by the aroma of her pantyless pussy under her
miniskirt.
Though the woman's first inclination was to turn over and sit properly on the coat, the
memory of how good that nose had felt mere inches from her cuntal furrow kept her
motionless, curiously awaiting the dog's next move.
It wasn't long in coming. This time his nose moved right up between her thighs and
prodded the naked, vulnerably exposed slit of her pussy, and again the woman shivered,
not so much in shock this time as in pure unadulterated pleasure.
"Oh my gawd," she murmured aloud, partially expressing her appreciation of the
tingling sensation, partially her wonder that something as obscene as a dog's nose on
her cunt should feel so unbelievably good.
She shuddered again, her whole body beginning to feel weak as the animal's nose
poked its way up between the fleshy folds of her pussy and invaded her cunt a short
way. The feeling was pure erotic pleasure, and no matter what her qualms might be
about participating in an act so depraved, Mandy's whole wine-stimulated body was
crying out for more of the lascivious titillation.
"Do you like my pussy, boy?" she found herself saying, amazed at her own perversity
and at the same time reveling in it, wildly excited at the thought of herself kneeling
before a dog out in the woods, letting him nuzzle her naked cunt under her skirt.
Mandy's curious compulsion for picking up strays had taken its natural course from the
human variety yesterday, to a pedigreed, canine type today. There seemed nothing she
would not stoop to, no perversity base enough to satisfy her ever-curious libido.
Thoroughly captivated now by the unmistakable aroma emanating from the human
female's loins, the dog ran his nose along the wet pink furrow of her pussy, all the way
up to the puckered little entrance to her ass, all the way back down to the dilating nub
of her clitoris.
"Aaaaggghhh," Mandy moaned when she felt the nose stimulate the highly sensitive tip
of her fast hardening clitoris. Now that the very core of her erotic response had been
tapped, there was no chance of her turning back from this unnatural course, this sexual
play with a brute animal. Already her clitoris was pulsing hotly in avid demand for
more of the same titillating stimulation. "Lick my clit, that's it, handsome fella. Rub
your nose over it. Gawd, it feels good!" Her own voice sounded shrill to Mandy, and for
just an instant she felt the tremor of shame that such perverse behavior should rouse
her to such a state of passion.
But there was little time for guilt now. As though he'd understood the meaning of her
encouragement, the dog extended his tongue and swiped it greedily up from the hard
nubbin of her clitoris, over the seeping hole of her cunt, all the way up to her puckered
asshole. The woman's body shivered mightily in immediate wanton reply, and she
actually let her shoulders slump down toward the coat on the ground, so she could
thrust her naked ass higher in the air, expose her genitals more completely to the dog's
obscene lingual rape.
"Beautiful, boy, beautiful," she groaned as the maddening tongue again made its way
over the whole wet fleshy expanse of her pussy-furrow and up to her convulsively
clenched asshole.
"That's it. Lick my asshole for me, honey. Jeee-sus, do it!" Her buttocks began to waver
fitfully in the warm afternoon air, inviting more of the exciting tonguing, thrusting
back to drive the dog's nose and tongue harder against her pussy, to jolt it into ever
increasing erotic response.
Mandy could feel the juices seeping wetly from between her passion-moistened cuntlips, 
and she imagined her own wetness mixing obscenely with the dog's saliva as he
continued to work his tongue along the whole expanse of her swollen quaking vagina.
Though even now in her alcohol-and-lust demented state she knew she would regret all
this later, at the moment even the thought that she was snubbing all the social
convention she lived by from day to day gave her an added thrill of forbidden lust.
The thought of her own wantonness drove the lovely blonde to new paroxysms of
desire. She wanted to feel more of the dog's tongue licking her pussy, yes... but she
wanted to watch, to see it happening to her... every lewd incredible bit of it.
Quickly the excited woman turned over and lay on her back, her knees drawn up and
spread far apart, presenting once again to the momentarily confused dog the whole
pink fleshy slit of her steadily moistening cunt.
"Come on," she sang out soft and low. "Lick my pussy some more for me. That's a
good boy!"
The dog cocked his head to one side and looked at the woman expectantly, as though
still not sure what to do next.
"Lick my pussy, baby. Come on," she repeated, and thrust her hips up a little in lewd
rocking rhythm, endeavoring to attract the big animal back to the site of her flowering
need.
Drawn to the wriggling pink flesh like a bull to a red flag, the dog again swiped his
tongue up along the whole quivering expanse of the woman's cunt, again warmed up to
his task, and was soon licking and laving the sensitive pussy-flesh with primitive animal
appreciation for warm fresh meat. His big tawny head burrowed tirelessly between her
white thighs, never rising for an instant from its welcome task.
"That's it, that's it, boy!" Mandy encouraged him excitedly. "Oh yessss, my clit feels so
alive!" Her enthusiasm for this perverse brutish episode was increased many times over
just from the wild thrill of being able to watch the animal's big handsome head buried
between her thighs, his gold-blond fur blending lewdly with her white blonde, fleecy
pubic hair. Automatically, as though possessed by a lust-driven demon, her hips ground
lasciviously up against the dog's head, driving her cunt against his tongue, seeking to
entrap the long pink instrument in the very depths of her aching pussy.
"Lick my twat, beauty! You're making your Mandy feel so good. How can she ever
repay you?" For a moment the thought flashed through her mind of letting the dog
fuck her. Surely that would be payment enough. But even her lust and drink-fired mind
would not accept this new vision of perversions. No, she wasn't ready for that, not yet.
But she did want more licking.
The rough surface of the dog's thick tongue was like nothing her pussy had ever
experienced before, and eagerly the woman grasped the fur of the brute's head and
drew him in closer to her, encouraging that bristly tongue of his to send darts of liquid
torment throughout her wantonly aroused body. Beside herself with lust, hungry for
more and more titillation, the woman let go the dog's head and reached up under her
cotton top to rub her ripe upthrust breasts, tweaking and massaging the nipples until
they were hard and long, prodding obscenely against the material when she pulled her
top back down to cover her chest and returned her hands to the dog's head.
Her legs splayed wantonly on either side of the animal's head, her fists clenched in his
fur, her blonde head rocking convulsively from side to side against the raincoat beneath
her, the woman made a perfect picture of wanton bestial lust, of a woman hungry for
any source of stimulation, no matter where or from whom... or what.
"Do it to me, baby! Oh yes, kiss my cunt!" she encouraged the dog, pulling on the silky
hair on the top of his head, ramming her clitoris dementedly against his nose, taunting
it to ever-increasing peaks of arousal. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, tingling and
simmering with the perverse excitement of her obscene situation, with the sheer raw
eroticism of that rough tongue stimulating her ever-hungry pussy.
Once the dog's tongue caught for a moment at the entrance of her asshole, and Mandy
thought she was going to go out of her mind with the excitement of this new potential
debasement. It was only a passing slip, though, and soon the tongue was again swiping
smoothly over her seeping flesh, mingling dog-saliva and human pussy-juices in an
obscene rendition of forbidden bestial love.
The wealthy blonde woman had never thought before of having a dog lick her cunt, but
now she wondered how the possibility had escaped her. It felt incredibly good, different
from anything she'd ever known before. And a dog could tell no tales... could not
threaten the reputation of a venerable old family and a flourishing business.
"I've got half a mind to kidnap you, honey," she told the dog lewdly. But she knew,
even in her passion-daze, that that was impossible. Rich important ladies didn't steal
any more than they fucked hitchhikers, or let dogs lick their cunts.
But still she told the dog, "No one's ever licked my twat like you do, you big beautiful
lover, you!" The woman was experiencing a strange amorous attachment to the dog
now that her excitement was building toward its natural peak. She couldn't help feeling
a passionate attachment to the instrument of this fiery lingual love that was driving her
to such intense heights of wanton titillation. Her belly was alive with roaring arousal,
quivering on the brink of a release that promised to be even wilder than the climaxes
she'd experienced yesterday. This was why Mandy liked to have sex many times in a
row – each time was wilder, more intense, building to a more unreachable crescendo
than the time before.
As the dog continued his relentless tonguing assault on her pussy, Mandy drove her
ass-cheeks down harder and harder toward the Source of this maddening pleasure. She
could feel the lust-tendrils entrapping her nerve-centers, pushing her higher, higher, to
a place where she reveled in her own perversity, where she drew strength from the
incredible image of herself lying on her raincoat in the woods, writhing out of control
beneath a dog's tongue lapping tirelessly at her shamelessly exposed cunt.
And higher she went... and higher...
"Oh gawd, dog, lick me, lick me! My cunt's on fire!" Her hands gripped the dog's fur so
hard it seemed she must pull it by handfuls from his head, but still he never faltered in
his task, still he guided her up toward her inevitable climax.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted crazily. "Oh Jee-sus, I'm cumming!" And the flood was
upon her, inundating every fiber of her being.
After the wine and her incredible climax, Mandy was tempted to let herself fall asleep
for just a few moments. But suddenly the distant sound of voices brought her abruptly
to her feet. Nervously she adjusted her skirt and top, smoothed down her hair as best
she could with her hands.
In another few moments, two men, armed with shotguns, entered the clearing, a
hunting hound at their side.
"Good day, ma'am," the older of the two greeted her in a slow, noncommittal drawl.
"Oh, hello," Mandy answered, feigning surprise at their appearance, automatically
reaching in her bag and searching out her sunglasses. She felt better with them on. "I've
just been having a picnic in these wonderful woods of yours." She had no doubt that
the intruders were locals. "I was napping and must have lost track of the time. Good
gracious me, I think I better be going!" She began to gather up the remains of her
picnic, throwing her coat, bag and garbage in the back of the car.
The men regarded her stone-faced while she completed her preparations for leaving.
They were making Mandy feel nervous, and she experienced a quick flash of inner
anger, convinced that their effect on her was intended to throw her off her guard. Don't
lose your cool, she warned herself.
"This your dog?" the younger man asked, pointing with the muzzle of his shotgun to
where the men's hound and Mandy's new lover were circling and sniffing at each other
warily.
"Uh... no... no, he seems to be a stray. He's wearing a tag saying 'Cooper Ranch'. I
thought maybe I'd try to get him back home. I believe he's a very valuable animal."
"I'd say you're right, ma'am. Mrs. Cooper don't keep nothing but valuable animals in
her kennels," the older man told her. Both men's wary attitude seemed to have relaxed.
The older was actually smiling at the flustered woman.
Mandy too began to feel more at ease, confident that she'd gotten the men safely under
her spell. One thing her training at that girls' school had taught her, was how to turn
men into putty in her hands. And these two were easy.
"Well, then I guess she'll be wanting this one back," she ventured, smiling a smile at
once friendly but aristocratic.
"I reckon she will, ma'am. And it's right kind of you to see that that dumb hound don't
come to no harm. See how he don't know how to take my Jethro there?"
In fact the pedigreed animal had decided to keep his distance from the working hound
and he edged to Mandy's side for safety. He licked her thigh, whether for her
reassurance or his own, she didn't know, but the gesture made the blonde spring into
action. She wasn't about to have the animal nosing farther up into her crotch in front of
these men.
She hustled the dog into the passenger seat and closed the door. Then she went around
to the driver's side and paused before stepping inside.
"By the way, how do I find the Cooper Ranch? Can you boys tell me that?"
"Second turn to your left heading toward town," the younger said tersely. "Then just go
till you can't go no more."
"Thank you, boys. Thank you. You've been most kind." Quickly Mandy got into her
Mercedes and pulled out, driving back toward the main highway at breakneck speed.
"Nervous woman," the young man said to the older.
"Yup," his companion replied.
"Think we should of seen what we could do to help her out?"
"Nope. No, boy," the older said as he turned back toward the woods, his gun nestled in
the crook of his arm. "You gonna get into things like rape... you don't mess with ladies
driving cars like that. 'Cause that car means money, and money means they don't stop
till they catch ya."
"That right?" the younger asked skeptically, regretting the missed opportunity. He'd
never fucked a woman that good-looking in his life.
"Ya got a lot to learn, boy," the other said. That was the extent of their conversation for
that afternoon.


Chapter 4

Mandy had little difficulty finding the Cooper Ranch. It was right where the two
strangers had said it would be. By the time she pulled up toward the rambling modem
ranch house, she had recovered from the disturbing effects of her romp with the
runaway dog enough to feel relatively confident in the face of the man and woman who
now came down the gravel path to meet her. She leaned over to open the passenger
door and let the dog out. Then she got out herself.
"Taj!" the woman exclaimed, rushing up to embrace the big hound and then looking
gratefully up at the newcomer. "Thank heavens he's safe! I've been worried sick all day.
He ran off just after breakfast – God knows why – he's usually a very unadventurous
animal..." Struggling to get a rein on her excitement, she straightened up and extended
her hand. "Hi! My name is Sharon Cooper. This is my foreman, Hank Sumner. And
this very naughty animal you've just rescued is Taj. I don't know how I can ever repay
you. Where was he?" She laughed at her own confusion, and reached out to lock her
arm through Mandy's and lead her toward the house. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm
not usually this excitable. At least let me offer you a drink."
They went inside, where Mandy, an enthusiastic interior decorator herself, couldn't help
admiring the tasteful elegance of the Spanish decor. While the foreman took Taj back to
the kennel, the two women sat over martinis and talked, Mandy finally managing to
contribute her own part to the conversation once Sharon had gotten over the thrill of
recovering the valuable animal she'd feared was gone for good.
Mandy found herself liking this tall, striking beauty with the straightforward personality
and the quick, impulsive, though graceful gestures. From the other woman's
sophistication, and from hints in her conversation, Mandy guessed Sharon must be at
least five years older than herself, though her finely chiseled face betrayed not a wrinkle.
In fact, it was probably the most open and innocent-looking face Mandy had ever
encountered. It made her warm to the other woman. Made her feel that somehow she
might need protecting.
It was apparent that Sharon liked her too, and before either woman knew it, two hours
had passed in light-hearted conversation, and the sky outside was already awash with
murky twilight.
"Good gosh, I didn't realize how late it was getting!" Mandy exclaimed when the other
woman got up to draw the drapes against the gathering darkness. "I've got to get going.
I've a long drive ahead of me."
"Listen, I've got an idea," Sharon enthused. "I haven't had such good company in a
long time. Why don't you stay for dinner? You can stay the night too. I've got loads of
room. And I could sure use some more good conversation."
Mandy was touched by the brunette's obvious eagerness to have her stay. "I don't
know," she mused aloud. "I more or less promised my husband I'd be back tonight..."
"Well, why don't we at least call him and ask? Surely he wouldn't object if he knew you
were safe and sound with another lady, and not off gallivanting around with some
small-time gigolo."
Mandy couldn't help smiling at the other's enthusiasm. She too was excited by the
prospect of spending the evening with another woman of her own approximate age and
interests, rather than with some of the old society bats her husband insisted she cozy up
to.
"Yes. Why don't we try?" she said at last. "After all, this is my weekend out. Why not
make it one extra night? Where's your telephone?"
Marc's voice was its usual aristocratic monotone when he finally responded to Mandy's
request. "Whatever you think is best, my dear," he told her, his words betraying not a
hint of curiosity about what she might or might not be up to.
"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow, Marc."
When Mandy hung up, Sharon was grinning broadly. She threw her arms around the
young woman and gave her a giant bear-hug. "Terrific! He said okay! So, let's go out to
the kitchen and see what we can rustle up."
Once Mandy was busy scrubbing vegetables, Sharon excused herself for a few minutes.
"Just got to go out and make sure Hank's got everything. He's a good man, but the
dogs are my responsibility and I like to keep an eye on them. Especially after what
happened this morning." Sharon found Hank reading old Playboys in his comfortable
little cabin behind the kennels.
"Well, what do you think of her?" Sharon asked bluntly. "Isn't she the most gorgeous
looking woman you've seen in a month of Sundays?"
"Not bad," Hank mumbled around a cigarillo protruding from one corner of his mouth.
"But I'm used to having a beautiful broad around. Like I said this morning, I was kind
of hoping a good-looking sheep might come by." He smiled wickedly at his employer,
who was standing legs spread, hands on hips, smiling at him skeptically.
"Cut out the crap, Hank," she told him. "You're as interested as I am. You're right
about something though. You'll have to wait your turn. This is going to be my night.
Mine and Reno's. Where is that big beautiful animal of mine anyway?"
"He's chowing down next door with the paying customers. About this Mandy what's
her name, though. What makes you think she'll go along with your kind of games?"
Hank had pulled the smoke from his mouth, and was sitting up attentively, waiting for
her reply.
"You heard of woman's intuition, Hank? Well, I may not be your average frills-and
whimpers lady, but I know a sexy woman when I meet one. That one is definitely on
the prowl... in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she had already given Taj a go. For one
thing, the dog would have to be a eunuch to resist the sweet aroma of a pussy just
barely hidden under that ridiculously small skirt of hers... not even wearing panties. I
took notice of that right away. She's a little too free about bending over." Sharon's eyes
were shining salaciously, and her pointed little red tongue ran wetly over her lips as she
contemplated the pleasant evening ahead.
Hank was grinning in admiration of the handsome, lusty woman standing before him.
"You're some woman, Sharon honey," he told her. "All I can say is, I hope you're right
about little Mandy, 'cause if not, she's in for some rough times ahead."
"Don't be silly, Hank." Sharon turned to leave, pausing for a minute at the cabin door.
"I'm never wrong about things like that. Besides, I can be as much of a gentleman as
any horny male." She winked at her employee, went out, and slammed the screen door
behind her.
Hell of a woman! Hank exclaimed to himself, then went back to his August Playmate
of-the-month.
The women enjoyed a slow and tasty meal, complete with almost a liter and a half of a
very good wine. They chatted amiably for better than two hours over their food and
drink, enjoying the uninterrupted woman-talk that comes out when two compatible
women meet and discover how similar their ideas and experiences are. Both Sharon and
Mandy had had rather pampered girlhoods, and an equally comfortable adult life...
though each sensed a kind of restlessness in the other, and that drew them together, the
subtle desire to find out if the other was feeling the same feelings of frustration,
harbored the same secret dreams.
Sharon's black German shepherd Reno was silent witness to the goings on at the dinner
table. He lay curled in front of the fireplace in the living room, opening one eye from
time to time to check out the scene at the table, to make sure there was nothing going
on that he should be involved in.
"Well, should we take our coffee and liqueurs into the living room?" Sharon suggested
at last. "I think poor old Reno looks like he could use some company." Mandy followed
her hostess to the big soft leather couch in front of the fire and slumped down rather
inelegantly onto the cushions.
"You know, I think I'm a little drunk," she giggled. "All that talking, I wasn't paying
much attention to how much I was drinking."
"Why not get a little drunk every now and then?" Sharon challenged her gaily.
"Everyone's entitled to their happiness."
"So that's where they keep it," Mandy said wistfully, gazing into her coffee cup. "I've
been looking for it everywhere." She attempted a laugh, but it came out a strangled sob.
"You're not happy, are you, Mandy?" Sharon asked, moving a little closer to the other
woman on the couch, her delicate features wearing a look of tender concern.
"Who is?" Mandy asked cynically, but her teeth were nibbling anxiously at the corner
of her mouth, betraying her struggle for self control.
"Well some of us manage to find our own version of happiness. Maybe it's not as fancy
as in the fairy tale books, but it'll do – " Sharon paused. "I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation with your husband on the phone." She smiled compassionately at the
lovely, sad-looking blonde. "It didn't sound like the kind of conversation you have with
someone you're crazy about."
Mandy knew the effects of the alcohol were luring her into an uncharacteristic bout of
self-pity. She didn't want to be a cry-baby... couldn't stand people who went around
mooning about their troubles. But Sharon was so nice... the unusually pleasant evening
was making her feel so mellow... she couldn't help letting her defenses down with a
woman who, though they'd only known each other a few hours, she already considered
a true friend.
"Well," she began hesitantly, "Marc is very nice and very gentle and very handsome,
but..."
"Go on," Sharon encouraged her gently, laying a hand lightly on the other woman's
shoulder, stroking the blonde hair with her fingers.
"Well..." Mandy looked at her new friend, her eyes full of tears. "I don't think he's
really attracted to me," she burst out. "I know he thinks I'm pretty and everything, and
that I make a nice addition to his perfect household. But I think he'd just as soon not
have anything to do with me... physically, I mean."
Even the blonde herself wasn't sure how it happened, but suddenly she had thrown her
arms around her hostess and was sobbing uncontrollably into her shoulder. The
intensity of the feelings flowing out of her surprised Mandy. She had hidden even from
herself her disappointment at her husband's general coolness toward her... the matter
of-fact way he made love to her those very few times in a month, when he'd approach
her more like a man about to take a slightly nasty but necessary medicine than like an
eager lover. She felt he probably had the very same look on his face once a month when
he had to spend an obligatory day with the company accountant, a task he loathed,
though he felt it was his duty to keep up on everything going on at every level in the
business.
She'd never been able to understand it. He'd tell her how beautiful her breasts were, yet
he'd touch them with the cool detachment of a customer feeling the leather on a pair of
shoes in a shop. He'd tell her she had a gorgeous pussy, but it generally took her an
hour of good hard work before she could get his prick hard enough to shove up into
her.
Yet it wasn't that he was simply uninterested in women. She had often noticed the
gleam in his eye when he looked at Laura. Laura was Marc's cousin, the daughter of his
Uncle Sandy who had been only five years older than Marc. When Sandy and his wife
were killed in an accident only a year before, the nineteen-year-old Laura had come to
live with Marc and Mandy. Mandy liked the girl, but couldn't help being jealous of the
obvious interest she aroused in Marc... though Mandy was sure there was nothing
physical between them Marc would never do anything so improper.
All this – all the anguish and suffering of her strait-laced married life back in the city –
Mandy poured out to her new friend, clinging to the other woman as though she were
a lifebuoy and her life "back there", the dark threatening ocean.
"There, there, hush. It's going to be all right," Sharon comforted the distraught younger
woman. "All you need is someone to make you feel like you're worth something again.
Believe me, I know what it's like. I was married for six years to a man who made me
feel like I was nothing better than an old turd under his feet. After a while, you know, I
started feeling the same way about myself. Then one day, I took a good long hard look
in the mirror... discovered I was damned good-looking, fairly intelligent, with a few
talents that were sure as hell going to waste around Walter Cooper. So I ditched him,
and ever since I've been feeling damned good about myself."
Mandy had been listening closely to her friend's words. She drew back and looked the
older woman in the eye, her expression very serious. "So you know," she said. "You
know what it's like to have to go on day after day without any encouragement, without
anything to make you feel that you, or life, is worth anything?"
"Yes, I know, darling," Sharon answered in a soft sultry voice, extending a hand and
rubbing it gently over the outthrust mound of one of Mandy's shapely breasts. "And I
think it's a damned shame that a beautiful girl like you should have to feel that way.
That husband of yours must have scrambled eggs for brains."
Suddenly Mandy discovered the other woman's lips were locked to hers in a torrid oral
embrace, and she herself was reciprocating, sucking hungrily on Sharon's mouth and
striving to dart her tongue up between the other's hotly working lips. She didn't stop to
let herself think about how this was lesbianism – a forbidden word that she'd never
even let herself think about before despite her raunchy sexual imagination.
All the young blonde knew was that there was a great deal of passion, and a great deal
of caring, in Sharon's kiss, and Mandy wanted to be kissed by someone who cared. She
wanted to feel loved and needed... and wanted... above all, wanted.
Now Mandy was more acutely aware of the other woman's hand massaging her breast
through her blouse and could actually feel fiery little tingles of lust shooting their way
from her hardening nipple all the way down to her sensitive little belly. And she found
that, rather than being shocked, she wanted desperately to reciprocate, to feel the lush
firm orb of a woman's naked tit in her hand for the first time.
She slipped a hand in under Sharon's work shirt and caressed the round globs of first
one and then the other breast, marveling at how soft they were, yet how resilient, how
they seemed to stand up proud and firm, searching out more of her tentative caresses.
She pinched a nipple and was delighted to feel it responding immediately to her touch,
becoming longer and harder under her fingertips.
"Oh yes, darling," Sharon whispered in her ear. "You're beautiful, baby. Oh, how I've
wanted to make love to you. All evening I've been hungry to touch you, to feel you
touch me."
Mandy couldn't help feeling a little shocked at the older woman's explicit statement of
her preferences. Sharon was obviously a lesbian. Yet, despite her rough work clothes,
her manners and her delicate beauty were so very feminine – not at all what Mandy
had been led to expect from such women. And although she used tough language at
times, her body was soft as silk and her thoughts and dreams were much like Mandy's
own.
The love-starved blonde began to feel that Sharon was certainly no more abnormal than
she herself. She was a beautiful, sensitive woman, with perhaps unusual sexual
preferences – but whose business was that but her own? And now Mandy's.
For Mandy found herself relishing more and more the other woman's soft lips on hers,
her hand stroking so gently yet so excitingly over her breasts. She felt a closeness to this
almost-stranger that she hadn't felt to anyone else in a long time – perhaps ever. And
her body was crying out to be loved. To be paid attention to. To be appreciated.
Mandy knew intuitively that Sharon would treat her body well and would be a gentle
and sensual lover. Just their limited contact so far told her that. Her own belly was afire
with pulsing need for this shameless erotic contact.
"Make love to me, Sharon," Mandy found herself saying. "I want you to make me feel
good."
Sharon did not need a second invitation. Gently she broke away from the other
woman's embrace and fumbled with Mandy's top and skirt, casting them heedlessly to
one side. She caught her breath excitedly as she drank in the full lush curves of the
blonde beauty's ripe swelling breasts, the trim tautness of her waist, the flaring lines of
her hips... and the soft little blonde vee up between her shapely thighs.
"Your body is exquisite, darling," Sharon whispered, and quickly stripped off her own
shirt and jeans, standing naked in the firelight as she continued to gaze down hungrily
at her visitor's richly sculpted body.
Mandy had thought for a moment, when Sharon was undressing her, that she might
feel ashamed to be naked in front of a woman who desired her... wanted to make love
to her. But now she only felt great pleasure that her body was pleasing to the lovely
brunette, whose own fine high-set tits, smooth belly and long sculptured legs shone like
tawny marble in the fire glow. She found herself wanting to touch that naked beauty so
like her own, to fondle it all over, with her hands, with her mouth, with every part of
her. She realized she was actually quivering in expectation of this new kind of
lovemaking that promised such rich, forbidden rewards.
Bending toward the other woman, her full breasts swaying slightly from her movement,
Sharon guided Mandy onto her back, so she was lying full length on the cool leather of
the couch. Then she straddled the other girl's legs with her own, matched cunt against
cunt, belly against belly, breasts against breasts, and planted her lips down hard on
Mandy's, snaking her tongue up into the farthest recesses of her mouth. Boldly the
tongue darted back and forth between Mandy's lips daring the other woman to meet
her lingual challenge, to extend her own tongue in a lascivious oral duel.
Mandy met the challenge at once, darting her tongue out to meet Sharon's, lewdly
mixing saliva as she unconsciously humped her hips up against the titillating pressure
of the other woman's pussy jammed against her clitoris. She wrapped her arms tightly
around Sharon's back, holding her down hard on top of her, reveling in the erotic feel
of their tits melded so lewdly together. She let her hands stray down and caress the
tight upthrust globes of Sharon's ass, and in her excitement drew the other girl's hips
down firmly onto hers, her heart pumping wildly, her cunt running wet at the sheer
erotic stimulation of this wanton rubbing of naked body on body. And what made it
even more exciting was that this was another female body, a match for her own, with
all the secret nerve endings and orifices that brought such boundless delight. She felt
that she knew intuitively what would bring Sharon pleasure, probably what Mandy
herself most relished would please Sharon too.
She managed to break away from Sharon's kiss long enough to whisper, "I want to kiss
your pussy, Sharon. Can I?" The boldness of her own request astonished Mandy. Never
had she thought she'd have the courage to do such a thing. But now she found herself
longing for it, aching for the obscene experience of tasting another woman's pussy in
her own mouth.
Sharon was wildly delighted by her young visitor's words. Never had she expected such
totally enthusiastic responsiveness to her erotic advances. And now her fondest wish
was about to come true. This lovely young socialite was about to invade her cunt with
her tongue.
At once the brunette reversed her position so her cunt was now poised over Mandy's
face, her face over the silky bush of Mandy's own pussy hair. With the practiced artistry
of long experience, she parted the fragile cuntlips with her fingers and drank in the
blond-fringed slit of her lover's moist pussy. Then, overcome with desire, she groaned
and bent her head to the task of licking the pert nub of Mandy's clitoris with her
extended tongue, manipulating it around and around the slick hard little member.
"Oh my gawd," Mandy breathed, pausing just as her fingers were parting the darktrimmed 
flanges of Sharon's cunt to writhe in ecstatic response to the titillating feel of
the other woman's tongue on her sensitive turgid clitoris. "Your tongue on my clit feels
so good, Sharon honey," she mewled, humping her hips encouragingly up against the
brunette's face even as she raised her own head slightly to trail her tongue wetly over
the hard nubbin of Sharon's lewdly proffered clitoris. There was a strange erotic
stimulation to doing the very thing to another woman that was being done to her. It
was as though she were in a way licking her own clitoris – she made the motion and at
the same time felt the very response that the other woman must be feeling.
"Jeee-sus, I love the feel of your tongue on my clit, Mandy darling!" Sharon told her,
then returned her mouth to the seeping flesh up between the blonde's legs, running her
tongue from her upthrust clitoris down to the yielding hole of her cunt, driving it as far
as it would go inside, then coming back out to lick up and down the bordering walls of
her blonde-furred cuntal flanges.
Jerking her buttocks spasmodically up from the leather couch in fiery response to the
other woman's tongue invading her pussy-hole, Mandy automatically strove to do the
same thing to Sharon, ramming her own tongue up into Sharon's cunt, savoring the
piquant flavor of her generously flowing juices. She trapped first one and then the other
of her new friend's cunt-lips between her lips and sucked hungrily, then released her
hold to dart her tongue in maddening little spurt-movements in and out of her cuntal
opening, satisfied by the fury of the brunette's hip rotations that what she was doing
was driving her to greater heights of pleasure.
"Mandy darling, you're driving me crazy," Sharon moaned, then extended her tongue
to lick the whole flattened surface in great greedy swipes down from the other woman's
blood-swollen clitoris to the fluttering lips of her wetly flowing pussy. Again and again
the tongue made the same hard sweeping motions as Sharon buried her head far
between the blonde's thighs, so that once she even managed to prod her tongue lewdly
against the puckered entrance to Mandy's asshole.
The uninhibited licking at her own cunt was driving Mandy to greater and greater
lascivious efforts beneath the churning hips of her experienced girl friend. Her tongue
worked ceaselessly, tirelessly to deal its burning fiery pleasure to her hostess's pussy in
return for the maddening stimuli that were darting crazily through her own sensuously
undulating loins.
"Oh it feels so good, Sharon. It feels so good," she mumbled between breaths,
incredulous at the intensity of the sensations racking her shamelessly churning body,
longing for some extra nudge that would push her over the brink of orgasm. Though
she knew she wanted this new amazing excitement to go on and on and on, still there
was another aching in the secret recesses of her quivering little belly...
Reno the big German shepherd was no longer lying apathetically on the hearth rug. He
was now sitting up at full attention, his ears drawn back in inquisitive alertness, his eyes
glued to the two writhing female forms so lewdly coupled on the couch only a couple of
feet away. The old familiar hunger was quickening the flow of blood to his heavy red
cock, and anxious to remind the women of his presence, he barked two short sharp
barks that betrayed his eagerness to join the act.
Sharon hadn't forgotten that Reno was there, but she was waiting for the right moment,
when her new girl friend was good and hot, to find an opening for the German
shepherd in their erotic loveplay. From the intensity of the other woman's groans and
whimpers, and the wetness of Mandy's pussy, Sharon determined the time was right to
start to prepare the newcomer for another kind of sensual experiment.
"Why don't we change positions, darling?" she suggested. "I want to be on the bottom
for a while."
Surprised but willing to accommodate her exciting female lover in whatever she wanted
to do, Mandy made room for Sharon to roll onto her back and then scrambled on top
of her, her pussy again poised at Sharon's face and her own tongue again returning to
the wet fleshy furrow of the brunette's moist cunt.
The women resumed their sucking and lapping, renewing their efforts with a fresh
excitement and inspiration. Moments passed in which the only sound in the room was
the sound of mouths working wetly.
Then, her timing carefully calculated, Sharon asked, "Wouldn't you like to get fucked
too, darling? Wouldn't it feel good, now that your pussy is so wet and hungry and
open?"
Thinking that Sharon was testing her to see if she would really rather be making love to
a man, with a good stiff prick to offer her, Mandy was anxious to reassure her older
lover, though her belly did in fact pulse with a growing hunger that was hard to deny.
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do at the moment than make love to you, Sharon.
You're making my pussy feel wonderful."
"Yes, darling, but a cock feels so hard and thick and filling up inside, doesn't it?"
Vivid images of a firm thick prick shoving its way into her upturned cunt set Mandy's
lust-fires blazing another notch higher.
"A cock feels good, but..."
"I want you to let Reno fuck you," Sharon told her abruptly, her voice firm but heavy
with lust.
Despite her heated arousal, Mandy's whole body froze at the lewd suggestion.
"No, no, I couldn't. It's wrong. I couldn't let a dog fuck my pussy."
"Why not?" Sharon challenged her, her own lust rekindling at the thought of watching
this beautiful blonde take a dog's prick up in her cunt for the first time. "It feels awfully
good, Mandy honey. I've fucked Reno lots of times, and he drives me wild every time.
His cock rams up into my pussy like a jackhammer. And he lasts a long time. It's so
good, darling. Please try it. I won't let him hurt you." The older woman's voice was
quavering with erotic arousal that became more noticeable t he longer she spoke. While
she talked, she ran her hand tauntingly back and forth along Mandy's pussy-furrow that
hovered just above her face, catching a fingertip first in the entrance to her cunt, 
then in her asshole, teasing the girl with the promise of more titillating attention.
Mandy's lust and alcohol-distorted mind was working furiously to deal with the obscene
suggestion that her friend was making. She knew, of course, that she should dismiss the
idea immediately – she couldn't possibly consider anything so depraved. But still there
was the goading stimulation at her genitals, and the seductive image of herself being
fucked hard and well by a strong handsome dog – the very perversity of the mental
picture made the pussy-juices flow more wetly from her already thoroughly excited
cunt. The taunting promises her friend was making – about how good the dog's prick
would feel up inside – were driving her wild with a rampaging need already well
stimulated by Sharon's expert tonguing at her pussy-hole.
"O-okay," she found herself consenting timidly, her whole being trembling with a
mixture of fear and excitement. "But he won't hurt me, will he, Sharon?"
"I guarantee it, darling." The other woman was grinning broadly in the salacious first
flush of her victory. Through her tireless sensual efforts she had won the beautiful
blonde's consent to let her pussy be penetrated by a dog's prick! And there was nothing
Sharon liked better than to watch another woman turn on to an animal for the first
time – discovering what wanton pleasure lay in the depraved world of bestiality.
"Come on, Reno darling, up boy, up!" She gave the dog his command in a high firm
voice, reaching up and around Mandy's hips as she did so to pat her ass and show the
dog exactly what was expected of him.
For just a moment, the excited German shepherd poked his nose up between the white
flaring buttocks aimed so lewdly up at him, grazing the cold tip over the wet pink
pussy-lips.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Mandy moaned excitedly, the last barrier of moral reservation broken
with this titillating reminder of the pleasure the dog Taj had brought her craving pussy
earlier in the day. "Oh, Sharon, his cold nose feels so good on my cunt!"
"That's just the beginning, darling. Up, Reno, come on, that's the boy!" Again she
slapped the white moon of Mandy's ass-cheek, and this time the dog mounted easily,
clasping his paws firmly around the woman's soft hip curves, his fur making an obscene
contrast to the flawless perfection of Mandy's creamy-smooth back.
Mandy could feel the dog's already distended prick slap against her thighs as he moved
in behind her, and the obscene realization that he was ready for her, that in a moment
that hard heavy dog-cock would be ramming its way up into her defenseless cunt, made
her tremble with masochistic anticipation.
"Oh, Sharon!" she trilled excitedly. "I can feel it! It's hard already!"
"What did I tell you, honey? Reno's the most reliable lover in the world. He can get a
hard-on any time, any place."
Sharon could feel her own pussy-juice flowing wetly from her cunt and down along the
crevices of her thighs as she stared enraptured at the lewd picture of the big swollen red
animal-prick bobbing threateningly above her face, searching out the waiting hole of
her girlfriend's obscenely proffered pussy. Again and again the dog jerked his hips
forward, only to have his turgid prick slip harmlessly down along the crevice of the
woman's slickened pussy-furrow and over the upright little nub of her clitoris.
Sharon knew the other woman's frustration must be increasing by leaps and bounds,
but still she made no move to help the dog find his mark. She wanted to make the
anticipation as sweet as possible, for both of them. This was part of the incredible thrill.
Now that she'd made up her mind once and for all to let the dog fuck up into her
needing pussy, Mandy was becoming anxious to catch the swollen dog-cock between
her cuntal lips and feel its thickness driving up between her pulsing pussywalls. She
could feel the hunger becoming more and more intense up in her writhing belly, and
she began to make lewd little circles with her ass, rotating back, trying to trap the
animal's prick in the dilating hole between her thighs.
At last Reno found a mooring, and he at once began to ram his swollen cock up into
the clenching depths of Mandy's asshole.
"Eeeekk!" the blonde cried. "It hurts, Sharon! He's trying to fuck my asshole! Please
stop him, Sharon!" She was writhing forward desperately, trying to extricate herself
from the unexpected searing anal impalement.
Quickly the fascinated brunette reached up and pulled the animal's prick from the inch
or so it had penetrated Mandy's asshole, then, deciding that she'd made the younger
girl wait long enough, she guided the throbbing cock toward the fleshy opening to
Mandy's seeping cunt. She watched mesmerized as the bright-red animal-cock nudged
tentatively at this new resting place, and then began to penetrate the yielding passage of
the girl's pussy.
Frustrated in his first attempt to shove his prick up inside the kneeling woman's body,
the big German shepherd now made quick work of skewering his swollen prick far up
into the welcoming tunnel of her moist juicy cunt. Without a moment's hesitation, he
began to establish a smooth fucking rhythm, burying his huge cock far up inside the
fleshy clinging pussy, then withdrawing his pointed red shaft almost all the way before
again ramming it deep into the pink gleaming folds of flesh.
"Oh gawd yessss," Mandy breathed, her fear and frustration of moments ago forgotten
as she felt the hot filling presence of the big dog's rock-hard prick. "Oh, Sharon, he's
doing it to me!" she moaned jubilantly as she began to rock her ass back slightly to
meet the long slapping thrusts of the dog's massive penetrating cock.
"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" Sharon asked in a voice almost unrecognizable, so
hoarse was it with lust. The question was not a serious one, for she could easily see the
woman's welcoming response to the bullet-like cock ramming in and out of her flaring,
accepting cunt with staccato regularity. She didn't need to be told how good it felt –
her own needing pussy was throbbing hotly in vicarious response as she watched the
obscene copulation between animal and human going on only a couple of inches from
her lust-widened stare. She rammed her own cunt up toward Mandy's face, reminding
her of her benefactor's need, encouraging the younger woman to give some attention to
her hot craving loins.
"It-feels-wonderful," Mandy crooned in answer to Sharon's question, her breath coming
in sharp little gasps like that of a woman in hysterics. Even in her own excited state, she
became aware of the other woman's pussy rotating hungrily beneath her, and she
remembered that Sharon needed some attention too. "Oh I'm sorry, honey," she
mewled wantonly. "Let me eat your pussy some more while Reno fucks my pussy for
me!"
Totally involved now in the salacious act, Mandy felt not the slightest qualms about
kneeling lewdly before a German shepherd fucking up into her cunt while she bent her
head to lick and nibble the eagerly offered moistness of her girl friend's pussy. She was
far beyond shame now... she was lost in a dizzying world of consuming lust.
Undulating her hips wildly back to meet each penetrating stroke of the animal's
relentless prick, she enclosed her lips wetly around the hardened nub of Sharon's
clitoris, then extended her tongue to run it up and down the slick, hair-fringed lips of
her new lover's pussy. With growing abandon, she dipped her head down far enough to
shove her tongue a little way up into Sharon's asshole, reveling in this new debauchery,
seeking only to make both her wonderful lovers feel as good as she possible could.
"Ohhhh, baby," Sharon moaned beneath her visitor's talented ministrations. "You're a
wonderful cunt! I knew it from the first minute I laid eyes on you. I was more excited
about finding you, darling, than about finding Taj again. Suck my pussy, darling," the
brunette exclaimed in a mounting frenzy of lust, reaching forward to cup Mandy's full
dangling breasts in her hands, rubbing them and tweaking the swollen little nipples
while her eyes continued to fasten on the steel-hard dog-prick charging in and out of
the blonde's yielding pussy like a jackhammer run amok.
Mandy drank up her woman lover's encouraging words of praise like a child hungry for
attention and approval. It was wonderful to make love to someone... and to something...
that was doing it for the pure love of sensuality, that loved to make love to her as much
as she enjoyed doing it in return. This was give-and-take in sex, something she'd never
really known in her relationship with her husband.
The pure abandoned sensuousness of these incredible erotic moments gripped Mandy's
whole being like the hand of the devil and wrung from her lust-racked body fiery
darting spears of excitement that almost made her feel faint with sheer excitement. She
ground her hips back against the dog's pelvis like a woman possessed, apparently
seeking to swallow his stiff prick whole in the steaming recesses of her hotly accepting
belly, relishing the lewd slap of his heavy balls against her soft ass-cheeks. At the same
time, her mouth never left her girl friend's cunt, licking and laving the whole red-hot
slit of Sharon's crotch from clitoris to asshole, bringing the other woman to a writhing
peak of abandoned fury.
Wanting to make Sharon feel as good as she herself felt, Mandy shoved a finger, and
then two fingers up into the older woman's pussy, delighting to feel the wet clinging
cuntal walls grip her fingers like the fingers of a glove. Now she rammed this mock
phallus lasciviously back and forth in the other woman's cunt while with her lips she
laved and lapped at the tender flesh surrounding her cuntal hole.
"Darling, you're wonderful!" Sharon squealed, closing her eyes for a moment to
concentrate fully on the intense darts of soaring pleasure assailing every nerve ending in
her responsively gyrating body. "You're a real find, beauty," she praised her new friend.
"We're going to be very good for each other, I know it."
"I'll never be able to thank you enough for turning me on to Reno," Mandy replied,
raising her head for just a moment from her sensual task between her hostess' legs. "My
cunt has never felt this wonderful, not in my whole life!"
Mandy felt as though she'd been fucking for hours. She could feel her excited cunt
practically dripping with the accumulated excitement of a long evening's salacious
activity. It was almost as though she'd gone beyond the brink of normal human limits,
to a point where she could just go on fucking for hours or days... it didn't seem to
matter just as long as the exquisite titillation teasing her whole writhing body went on...
and on... and on...
But now she could sense an end in sight – the unmistakable eruption of culminating
excitement beginning to stampede forth from the innermost depths of her being. Her
body was begging for release, and with the strength and desperation of a caged beast
she began to writhe and twist her ass back against the animal's cock in search of her
final reward, while her mouth worked lust as desperately over the seeping cunt-flesh
beneath her. "Oh gawd, I want to cum, I want to cum!" she chanted over and over.
But it was Sharon who realized Mandy's ambition first.
"Oh, Gawd, I'm cummmmming," she moaned into the heated erotic atmosphere of the
living room, where the fire was now beginning to burn low in the fireplace. Watching
the incredible spectacle of the other woman turning on so uninhibitedly to being fucked
by a dog for the first time, and enjoying Mandy's talented lavings at her own cunt –
both these sensual influences had finally driven the excited brunette over the brink.
Now she rammed her hips harshly up against her friend's face, driving out the last
haunting flames of her quenched lust, then mewling quietly as she continued to watch
the lewd spectacle taking place inches from her face.
It was Sharon who first noticed that Reno was cumming. She could see white drops of
his sperm trickling from around the fleshy spot where his prick was now humping
convulsively, tightly into Mandy's cunt.
"He's cumming in you, darling," she told the other woman with her last remaining
ounce of energy. "He's filling your little twat with his thick white cum! Does it feel
good, baby, to be all filled up?"
The lewd realization that her most perverse ambitions were now fulfilled finally drove
Mandy over the last barrier to an overwhelming release.
"Jee-sus!" she howled. "Me too! Ohhh, I'm cumming! It feels so good, Sharon honey!"
Her eyes closed in a delirious haze of happy consummation, she buffeted her ass-cheeks
furiously back against the dog's pelvis, not stopping until the last of her demons were
spent, until she could slump forward in animalistic contentment, the dog collapsing
heavily onto her back.
All was quiet for a moment, until Sharon began squirming at the bottom of the lewd
heap on the couch.
"Jesus Christ, you two are heavy," she joked. "Let me out from under here!"
The dark-haired beauty led her two lovers to the more comfortable refuge of her
bedroom, where they made love often and intensely the whole night through.

* * *

It was not until well after noon the next day that Mandy roused herself to leave her
new friend and head back to the humdrum life of the city.
Sharon accompanied the younger woman to her car, one arm wrapped lightly around
her shoulder as they moved across the yard, dark and light, a graceful contrast in
beauty.
When they stood by the door to Mandy's Mercedes, Sharon grasped the other woman
by both shoulders and turned her until they were facing one another.
"I've known you less than twenty-four hours, and it seems like a lifetime. Come back
soon, won't you, darling?"
"I will, Sharon... and I'm very grateful to both you and Reno for the wonderful night
last night." Mandy felt as though she were on the verge of tears. A mad impulsive part
of her personality which she rarely indulged was eager to scrap all her obligations back
home with Marc and stay right here with Sharon. But her rational side knew that was
impossible. She had promises to keep...
"To make sure you don't forget us, I want you to take along something to remember us
by. Something to warm the long cold nights." She stretched out an arm toward the side
driveway, where Hank was coming toward them, a tall black-and-blond German
shepherd at his side.
Mandy watched them for a moment and then looked inquisitively toward her friend.
"Rajah is Reno's brother. I sell animals, too, sometimes. But I want you to have Rajah
as a gift. He's a wonderful dog." She took Rajah's leash from Hank and extended it to
the girl.
Mandy was weeping openly now, bright tears catching the sun as they splashed onto
her pale ivory-smooth cheeks.
"Thank you, darling. It's the nicest present. I..." She hugged the brunette, then helped
the dog into the car. Once behind the wheel, she waved at Sharon.
"Thank you again!" she cried through the window, and then in a cloud of smoke she
was gone, her silver Mercedes glinting through the dust as she headed for the main
road.
"Remarkable woman," Sharon murmured as she watched the car recede into the
distance. "Wonder if I'll ever see her again." She turned toward the foreman once the
car was out of sight. "You know, she wouldn't even give me her address. Kept changing
the subject every time I brought it up. And I'm sure she mentioned her last name when
she first arrived, but I've forgotten it."
"Van-something, I think," Hank ventured, his brow furrowed in thought, his chin on
his hand. "Let me think about it. It'll come to me. With a car like that, wouldn't be
surprised if her old man's somebody big back in the city."
"Well, I guess we'll probably never know one way or the other. Come on, Hank, let's
have a look at the dogs."
"Yeah, coming," Hank muttered absently, his mind obviously elsewhere. He let his
employer precede him toward the kennels, then he followed slowly after. Ideas were
bubbling in the sometimes sinister inferno of Hank Sumner's mind. Was Mandy's
husband a big shot? If so, maybe there'd be something in this whole little entanglement
for him. It had been all he could do last night to keep away from the house and his
employer's bedroom, where he knew big happenings were going on. But orders were
orders where Hank was concerned, and the boss had said "no".
But just maybe there'd be a next time. Of some kind.
Hank hated fat-assed capitalist big shots. It would be fun to make one of them squirm.


Chapter 5

Marc Vandemeer and Laura Vandemeer were cousins, though the age difference
between them made them seem more like father and daughter, or uncle and niece.
But more important to them than any family relationship, was the fact that they had
been lovers for the last eight months. Right here in the very house Marc shared with his
wife. They'd been very careful not to arouse Mandy's suspicions but still her anxious
husband was not absolutely sure his wife didn't suspect something.
"Our best protection is that she would never dream I'd do anything this indiscreet," he
told his voluptuous cousin as she stripped off the last of her clothing, then bent toward
the couch and began to undo his tie.
The older man smiled pleasurably as he caressed her dangling full tits while she
expertly undid his Windsor knot and opened one button after the other until she could
slip a hand inside his shirt and caress his strong, well-muscled chest.
"She thinks I'm a real stick-in-the-mud," he told the apparently oblivious girl, who was
now planting kisses up and down his chest, biting at first one and then the other nipple
while her fingers fumbled with his belt.
Marc had come home early on purpose this Monday afternoon so he and his nineteenyear-old 
cousin could enjoy some more time alone in the house together before his wife
got back from her weekend vacation.
"Jesus, I wish she'd get out on her own more often," he said. She had pulled his
growing cock out of his fly now, and was running her hand lovingly up and down its
thick girth, coaxing it into steadily burgeoning rigidity. "But she's so damned hung up
on making sure we attend that cocktail party, or have that couple over for dinner
because they had us last week. The fact is I couldn't care less about any of the assholes
we socialize with... I..."
"Have you ever told her that?" Laura asked calmly, her hand still stroking his stiff prick,
her breasts rubbing salaciously against the trousers of his pants as she knelt on the rug
in front of him. Her brown eyes were large and round, seeming to capture everything
she looked at in a warm caress. Her chestnut hair glowed in the lamplight. Though it
wasn't dark outside, they had drawn the drapes, just in case an unwanted visitor should
happen by.
Marc caught his breath a moment, partly from the excitement building in his naked
prick, partly from the unearthly beauty of the young girl kneeling before him. She
looked like an angel, a goddess, he thought... but she was sure no angel in bed. She had
the appetite of a rhinoceros and the body of a nymph. From the day she moved into his
house, he knew he had to have her. No matter how long it took. He was surprised it
happened as quickly as it did.
But it turned out she had wanted it as much as he did.
When he failed to answer her question, she prodded him, looking him directly in the
face with those horribly honest eyes of hers. "Well, have you?" she insisted, clasping her
hand tightly around the pulsing base of his cock.
Marc's head fell back against the couch cushion, his whole body afire with the
incredible lust this young beauty inspired in him. "Have I what?"
She looked a little disgusted. "You never pay attention to anything I say. Have you told
her she doesn't have to do all those social things to please you?"
"Well, no I haven't," he admitted a little uncomfortably.
"I think you should," she said matter-of-factly. "I don't think she's so crazy about your
friends either. But I think she loves you too much to tell you so."
As abruptly as she had spoken, she put an end to the conversation by closing her lips
wetly over the palpitating head of his thick hard prick and squeezing it hungrily with
her mouth. Her tongue prodded the little hole in the tip, searching out a drop of the
love-fluid seeping from his heavy swollen balls. Then, circling his cock-shaft lightly with
her fingers, she began to establish a rhythmic sucking motion up and down over his
erect prick, following the movement of her mouth with her hand, reinforcing the
excitement her lips were dealing to his eager cock.
The half-dressed man planted a hand firmly down on the couch on either side of him,
bracing himself against the intense sensations that were soaring throughout his aroused
body, against the incredible velvet stimulation of the teenager's wet talented mouth on
his aching prick.
"I don't know how good your advice-to-the-lovelorn is, but, baby, you have got a mouth
in a million. It's like honey, believe me."
She raised her head from his cock for a moment and looked at him, her eyes heavy with
lust, though if she'd been an angel it might be described as religious fervor. "Well, I
know you're a bastard as a husband, but you have a beautiful cock, cousin. Better than
an ice-cream cone." She flashed a quick smile, which disappeared as she again enclosed
his prick in her mouth, just as he'd been about to force her head back down with a
hand which he now used instead to stroke her chestnut locks.
"Well, maybe I'm a bastard of a husband," he remarked a little self-pityingly, "but you
don't know what it's like to be married to someone who's always putting the subtle
sexual pressure on you."
He interpreted the meaning in her eyes that looked up at him mockingly.
"Okay, okay, so you're always ready to fuck too. But I'm not married to you, baby. It's
not like performing a duty to fuck you." He grunted as she swiped her tongue hotly
around his steadily growing cockhead. "It's damned exciting is what it is," he told her,
holding his breath to fight back a momentary intense desire to shoot his load into her
right then and there, fill her mouth with his hot sperm.
But that would have to wait. Laura might cut him off completely if he ever left her high
and dry like that.
Sensing the man's swelling desire, the naked beauty worked her mouth wetly up and
down his rigid cock-shaft a few more times, then rose to her feet, planting a knee on
either side of him on the couch and gently lowering her excitement-moistened cunt
down toward the flaring tip of his upthrust prick. She reached under her ass to grasp
his organ in her hand and hold it steady for the impending penetration, then slowly,
tantalizingly she lowered her ass until his cocktip was parting the first moist flesh of her
cunt-lips then gradually working its way up inside, penetrating her wet welcoming
pussy-walls with steady relentless pressure.
"Oooohhh," she sighed, closing her eyes as she relished the lewd fulfillment of climbing
on a good hard cock like this and forcing it up inside her, treating her ever-hungry cunt
to a tantalizing impromptu fuck right here in another woman's living room with
another woman's husband. She felt no guilt about Mandy, though she liked her. Liked
her, in fact, more than she liked Marcus – she liked to call him Marcus though none of
his friends did. Mandy was generous and kind and fun to be with. Marcus was fun, too,
but not generous. He was totally selfish. He wanted things his way when an d where he
liked. And the hell with other people. He couldn't appreciate Mandy because she was
too easy, too safe. Laura realized that. And disliked him for it. And felt sorry for
Mandy.
But she loved his thick long prick which would always get hard for her. He was so
much more skilled a lover than the young students she dated, always bringing her to a
fine rousing orgasm at the end of a lovemaking session. She felt she needed to make
love often to be happy. And Marcus was convenient and reliable, so why not? The fact
that he was her cousin bothered her not at all. He was a horny man, and that was the
important part.
Once Marc's prick had wormed its way right up into Laura's clasping cunt, so far that
she was actually sitting right down on him straddling his lap, she paused for a moment
and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him wetly on the mouth, forcing his lips
apart with her hungry pointed little tongue. As her eager mouth explored his, she
ground her hips down salaciously, struggling to bury his aching cock farther yet up
inside her wetly enclosing pussy-walls.
At last her mouth broke away, and she giggled at him when she saw the look of amazed
lust written all over his tense face. "Your prick feels so good up inside me, Cuz. My
cunt is so happy, like I was feeding it fresh peaches 'n cream. Oooohhh!" She squirmed
her ass-cheeks enthusiastically down against his thighs. "I can just never get enough of
you, baby!"
It was all Marc could do to keep a hold on himself. He'd fucked a lot of hot little
bitches in his time, but none had ever excited him quite the way his cousin Laura did.
She was insatiable, with a foxy little body that simply never quit. He would never have
believed his conservative young uncle Sandy could father a horny wench like this one.
"You're an incredible little bitch, you know that?" Marc told her, caressing her full
shapely tits that bobbed so enticingly inches from his gaze, unable to resist the
temptation to lean his head forward and suck on first one and then the other ripened
globe, coaxing the pert nipples to taut erection.
She giggled again, even as her shapely ass began to move smoothly up and down over
his rigid cock, her cuntal walls parting only reluctantly with each inch of hard filling
cock-flesh as it passed them by on the outstroke, then swallowing him up hungrily
again on the return. His mouth caressing her tits was increasing her erotic stimulation
and she cupped the full mounds in her hands wantonly, holding them out to him,
making it easier for him to feed on their firm softness.
Up and down, up and down her hips moved, her cunt responding like honey to his
turgidly stiffened prick. He clasped one hand on each of her tight round ass-cheeks and
guided her movements over him, reveling in the sadistic torture, for both of them, of
holding her up for a minute, so his cocktip just grazed her pussy-hair, while she
wriggled and squirmed in eager expectation of the next instroke so cruelly denied her.
Though it was not denied for long. It was all he could do to deprive his pounding prick
for just these short seconds of the exquisite moist pleasure of those enclosing cuntal
walls.
Now he pulled her down on him hard, plunging his cock far up into her welcoming
pussy all in one brutal motion, knocking the wind from her lungs and causing her to
cry aloud with a sharp little squeal of delight.
"Oooohhh, Marcus!" she moaned. "I just love your big fat prick, darling. Do that to me
again!" She gyrated her ass lewdly in shameless encouragement of his titillating tactics.
Obediently, as much for his own pleasure as for hers, he raised her up, held her poised
over the rock-hard target of her lust, then suddenly, without warning, shoved his prick
as far as it would go into her steadily moistening cunt. Again and again he repeated this
operation until she was moaning wantonly with uncontrolled passion, no longer even
master of her own movements up and down over her cousin's stiff cock, hanging limply
against the support of his arms and letting him guide her craving body on its sensual
course over his blood-engorged prick.
"You really love it, don't you, baby?" he asked her, incredulous at the potential for
pleasure in this still somewhat unsophisticated nymphette.
She opened her eyes and gazed at him with a look that bespoke all the fiery longing
smoldering in her filled belly.
"Yes, I love it," she said wantonly. "I love being fucked. I want to be fucked every day
of my life forever and ever." She ran her pink little tongue wetly over her lips as she
continued to caress her breasts with her hands, then, gaining a second wind, she braced
herself against his shoulders and again took over control of her up-and-down motions
over her cousin's hard prick.
Relishing how lucky he was to have a cock-hungry beauty like this all to himself, Marc
suddenly felt an unreasonable jealousy well up inside him of all the young men she
might fuck in the days and years to come. I want her all to myself, he thought greedily,
grasping her. waist roughly and helping her move over him, helping her deal steadily
mounting liquid pleasure to his ever-growing prick that worked so tirelessly inside her
clutching pussy. No one's going to take her away from me! No one!
Obsessed with the power of his own rampaging lust, his terrible need to possess the
lovely young girl totally and exclusively, he began to ram his cock harder and harder up
into her slick cuntal depths, eager to convince her that his stiff prick was all she needed
to bring her all the endless pleasure she demanded from life.
"Oh Marcus, do it to me, baby!" she wailed, her ass-cheeks churning more and more
frantically over his hard-driving prick, both their bodies moving in a steadily increasing
frenzy of galloping lust that threatened to topple the couch. Both were concentrating on
their own particular fantasy – hers of endless stiff pricks fucking into her ready pussy,
his of possessing this curvaceous teenaged nymph in a prison of love to which only he
would hold the key. Whatever the conflicts in their daydream, the effect for their libido
was a steadily building race toward climax.
"Oh God, Laura baby! What a sweet little cunt you have! I love burying my prick inside
your twat, honey!" Marc told her, his brain reeling with the wild stimulation emanating
from his laboring cock.
"Do it to me, Marcus! Fuck me, fuck my pussy until I cum!" she warbled back, her hips
working like a butter churn, squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from his swelling
cock. Feeling him growing inside her, sensing the heady excitement of his approaching
climax, drove her over the final hurdle and suddenly she was cumming with all the fury
to be expected from her violent fucking.
"Oh Marcus, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted mindlessly. "I'm cummm-ing-gg-g, 
baby!" Her undulating hips worked out the intensity of her climax with such
abandon that her cousin couldn't hold back another minute.
"Jee-sus, Laura, me too!" Marc told her, his teeth gritted to ride the waves of release
that spurted with 'his thick hot semen far up into the convulsing depths of her cunt. He
held her hips firm while he jerked up into her again and again, not releasing the
pressure until the last of his load had made the long pilgrimage from his teeming
testicles to the farthest recesses of her deep dark womb.
Their mutual climax had been so frenzied that for a moment the lewdly coupled pair
did not hear the smooth roar of the engine advancing up the long drive toward the
house.
"Jesus Christ!" Marcus exclaimed suddenly. "That's Mandy's Mercedes! She's back!"
The two lovers scrambled into their clothes with all the feverish energy they had short
moments ago been devoting to their fucking. It was easier for Marc. He just had to do
up his fly, button his shirt and tie his tie. But Laura was just able to pull her pantyhose
up under her skirt and throw herself into a chair with a book when the front doorknob
turned.
The incestuous couple momentarily forgot their close brush with discovery when
Mandy walked into the living room, looking happy and serene, a full-grown German
shepherd at her side.


Chapter 6

Mandy was too excited to detect any telltale signs of the lewd scene that had been going
on in her living room moments ago between her husband and his cousin. The couch
cushions were still crumpled and Marc was still red in the face from his earlier
excitement, but both clues slipped by unnoticed by the betrayed wife.
"Well, what do you think of him?" she asked as she stood proudly between Marc arid
Laura and stroked the head of the big animal. "Isn't he a beauty?"
Still feeling guilty, Marc decided the best defense was a good offense. "Don't you think
you might have discussed it with me, Mandy, before buying a dog?"
Mandy was determined not to let her husband put a damper on her warm memories of
the night with Sharon and Reno. "There was nothing to discuss, Marc," she said
brightly. "Rajah is a gift... from a friend. And one simply does not turn down a gift."
"One doesn't, doesn't one?" Marc remarked ironically. "Okay, Mandy, if that's the way
it stands, I guess you can keep the dog. But keep him out of my way, will you? I'm
nervous around animals. Particularly German shepherds. You never know when they're
going to turn on you."
Mandy's mouth hung open in exasperation. "For heaven's sake, Marc. Can't you see
that Rajah is just a fine, well-behaved dog... the nicest animal you could ever hope to
meet? Why don't you shake his hand? I discovered when we stopped for a rest that
Rajah does tricks. Go on... shake the man's paw, Rajah. That's a good boy."
Obediently the dog covered the few steps separating him and the man, sat down and
extended his paw. Marc rose abruptly to his feet and went around to stand behind the
couch.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mandy. I'm not going to touch that animal." Marc knew he was
being unreasonably irritable, but he realized he was suffering the unfortunate side
effects of being abruptly interrupted in the midst of a very pleasant sexual encounter.
"I think he's just beautiful," Laura said and she rose from her chair and knelt beside the
dog, stroking his big head. She was annoyed at Marcus for being such an insensitive
slob, and she determined to do what she could to share Mandy's happiness.
The statuesque blonde felt immediately grateful to Laura for helping her feel less of a
fool in front of her unresponsive husband. "Oh, Laura!" she exclaimed. "I'm glad you
like him! Isn't it exciting? I've never had a dog all my own in my whole life." Mandy
felt like a child with a new plaything. And more than that she was excited by the
prospect of having her own private lover always close at hand. She had sampled Rajah's
prowess in a secluded grove on the way back, and found him at least as inspiring a
lover as Reno had been last night. She was looking forward to many happy hours spent
with her new pet.
"Well, you're really lucky, Mandy. I think he's just terrific." Laura smiled at her 
cousinin-law, and hugged her quickly. Then, feeling it would be the discreet thing to give
husband and wife some time alone, she left the room, claiming some unfinished
homework – Laura was a freshman at a local fine arts college.
There was silence in the room for several moments after Laura had left, while husband
and wife considered private grievances against one another.
Then, because even he could tell what a shit he'd just been, Marc went over and gave
his wife a welcoming hug.
"Sorry, honey," he apologized. "Hard day at the office. I shouldn't take it out on you."
Mandy's usually generous personality determined to forgive and forget. "I'm sorry too,
darling. I didn't realize you were afraid of dogs. I didn't mean to upset you."
Marc's masculine pride quailed. "I'm not afraid of dogs, Mandy. I simply have a
rational appreciation of their unpredictability. Especially in the case of overbred animals
who are often raised for the very purpose of attacking humans – like Dobermans or
German shepherds."
Realizing she was going to get nowhere on this tack, Mandy abruptly changed the
subject. "Speaking of a hard day at the office, aren't you home awfully early, Marc? I
didn't expect to see you for hours yet."
Reminded of the guilt that had been responsible for his initial bad humor, Marc
coughed feebly. "Yes, well, I had a headache. Decided to stay the hell home for one
afternoon."
"A headache, darling!" Immediately all sympathy, Mandy ran a hand tenderly over her
husband's brow and kissed him on the cheek. "That's not like you. Anything I can do
to help?"
"I don't think so, darling," he told her gently. "I'm probably more tired than anything.
It's hard to sleep without your old familiar body next to me."
"Old?" Mandy inquired archly, but she was pleased to hear him say he'd missed her.
"Well, not so much old as familiar, maybe," Marc laughed, patting her ass lightly. "Old?
Hell no, you're the best-looking wife on the whole board of trustees."
"Why thank you," Mandy replied, accepting the compliment with mock-seriousness,
then bursting into laughter and taking her husband by the hand. "Come on, why don't
you come lie down on the bed and let me rub your head for you? It might help."
Feeling hopelessly trapped, Marc accompanied his wife and her new dog to their
bedroom. He lay down obediently on the bed while his wife straddled his chest and
bent forward slightly to massage his temples. He was surprised to see her naked cunt
staring him in the face from under her miniskirt.
"Hey, lady," he teased her. "Don't you wear panties anymore? What do you think the
board of trustees would think about that?" He ran a finger playfully over the soft down
of her pubic hair, surprised to find it moist.
God, she was already excited, he thought resignedly.
Oh my gosh! Mandy thought anxiously. I hope he doesn't notice the dog-cum on my
pussy! To distract his attention, the blonde automatically began to undulate her hips in
response to the finger, following it eagerly when it sought to retreat from her pussy
furrow. As his finger caught at the sensitive little nub of her clitoris, her playacting
quickly gave way to renewed excitement. Suddenly the idea of fucking her husband
seemed awfully attractive. Her wild weekend of forbidden sex had stimulated her
appetite for more pleasure, and there was no denying that Marc had a fine thick long
prick, seldom as he bothered to use it on her. Though his automatic reaction was to
shun his wife's obvious sexual overtures, the older husband found himself unusually
stimulated by her familiar pussy wriggling so responsively against his finger. In fact, he
had to admit he was downright turned on by the idea of fucking Mandy so soon after
shoving his cock up into Laura's wet welcoming cunt. While her hips wriggled more
and more responsively against his chest, he shoved a finger right up between her cunt
walls, watching the pink flesh parting before the lewd intrusion. Experimentally, he ran
the finger back and forth in the tightly clasping tunnel of her pussy, amazed at how wet
she was already, however for more of his manual stimulation.
"Gawd, you're wet, Mandy!" he exclaimed. "Your pussy is flowing all over my finger."
Afraid her husband might somehow wise up to the fact that she'd let a dog fuck her
cunt only an hour or two before, she ground her pussy lasciviously against his finger to
convince him of the hot urgency of her need.
"You know you've always turned me on, Marc, darling," she moaned, running her
tongue lewdly over her lips as she smiled down at her handsome husband. Though she
harbored so many mixed feelings about the older man, it was true that he always turned
her on. Perhaps that was the thing that kept her with him.
Falling willing victim now to the compelling call of lust, she felt an overwhelming
desire to suck Marc's cock, to feel it long and hard and pulsing in her mouth while she
licked it to more and more erect rigidity.
Anxious to put the desire into action, she scrambled off his chest and kneeled by his
loins, deftly extricating his flaccid cock from his fly and squeezing it lightly with her
hand.
"Do you mind if I suck your prick, Marc darling?" she asked lewdly, her words coming
out in a lustful quaver.
Though his beautiful, lushly built wife normally failed to inspire the fires of lust in his
loins, Marc at the moment was unusually titillated by the idea of having the blonde
beauty suck the cock that so short a time ago had been fucking hotly into his cousin's
willing cunt. Already, despite the intensity of his earlier orgasm, he could feel new life
beginning to pulse into his prick at the light caress of her skilled fingers.
It was only when he felt the first delicious touch of her pointed tongue on the end of
his slowly responding cock that he remembered that his prick was covered with Laura's
pussy-juices. Would his wife guess what had been happening in her absence?
Unable to avoid the inevitable course of events, Marc had to lie back and let matters
run their course, though he couldn't be relaxed about it. He gripped the bedspread
beneath him tightly. Either his marriage was about to blow up, or he was about to get
one hell of a fine head-job. Either one was going to take all the reserves of energy he
possessed.
The blood pounding hotly through her veins, Mandy knelt over her supine husband
and took the whole soft bulbous head of his cock between her lips, nibbling it hungrily
and taking care not to get her sharp little teeth in the way. His prick was slightly sticky
and tasted pungent, almost as though he'd been fucking into someone's cunt recently.
But Mandy dismissed the idea as quickly as it entered her mind. Deciding the heady
taste must be just the day's sweat, she washed and laved the whole length of his
growing prick in her mouth with the tenderness of a mother cat washing a newborn
kitten, then satisfied with her job, she began to pull gently on his cock-flesh with her
lips, coaxing it into erection, pulling it outward from his groin with the teasing
insistence of a lustful woman who knows what she wants.
Relieved to hear his lovely wife mewling contentedly while she teased his gradually
responding cock with her mouth, Marc let himself relax a little, rotating his hips
partway up to meet her tireless oral caresses. Noticing her ass peeking partway out of
her miniskirt, he reached over and coaxed her around a little so he could again shove a
finger up into her wet cunt.
"Mmmm, you've got a great snatch and a great mouth," he told his wife appreciatively,
at the moment feeling nothing but amazement that he normally found it so difficult to
respond sexually to the kneeling beauty giving him such a good head-job. On this lazy
Monday afternoon, with his male ego reveling in the pride of handling two insatiable
beauties in one day, he felt that he should never have felt anything but raging desire for
the highly sexed blonde.
Maybe what he needed was a whole harem to keep him from ever getting bored, he
thought lasciviously, then jerked his finger roughly up into Mandy's cunt in response to
one particularly rousing swipe of her tongue over his swelling, pleasurably aching
cockhead.
As Marc drowsed in the euphoria of building sensuality, he was suddenly shocked to
new alertness by a loud bark. He looked quickly around, confused for a moment until
he spotted the big German shepherd sitting on the rug watching them attentively, and
remembered the new addition to the family.
"Shut up, dog," he growled, then laid his head back on the pillow and let his thoughts
go back to his erect prick buried wetly in his wife's eager mouth.
Mandy, too, was startled by Rajah's loud bark, and for just a moment she experienced a
guilty fear that the dog might try to join her and Marc on the bed. But she remembered
how well-trained all Sharon's dogs were, and let her mind rest easy about Rajah's
impatience.
You may get your turn yet, big fella, she thought lewdly as her eyes surveyed the
handsome beast over the tip of her husband's inflated cockhead. Then, closing her eyes
and wriggling her ass in lewd response to Marc's finger working so enticingly up in her
voracious pussy, she sucked and swirled with energetic abandon at the whole turgid
length of the big man's thick prick.
"Oh, that's the stuff, baby," Marc groaned, jerking his finger in rapid strokes into the
blonde's cunt while his own loins quaked in the throes of a maddening, building
desire... a desire to shoot his renewed load of potent sperm far up into his kneeling
wife's frantically working throat.
Mandy raised her head from Marc's cock for a minute.
"Oh, fuck me with your finger, sweetheart! It feels so darned good!" Then her mouth
returned to a smooth up-and-down sucking rhythm over the thick shaft of her
husband's cock.
The lewdly kneeling blonde could feel Marc's prick getting steadily harder in her
mouth, and she began to feel a hungry urgency in her cunt, a need to shove his cock far
up into her aching pussy where it belonged, before it shot its heavy burden up into her
throat. But she realized that wasn't what her husband had in mind, for he continued to
pump his prick tirelessly in and out of her ovaled mouth, betraying every intention to
use her throat as the receptacle for his lustful explosion.
Mandy was a little disappointed, but, remembering the big dog waiting patiently by her
bed, she began to suck Marc's cock with renewed enthusiasm, getting new erotic
stimulation from the idea of being used like this by her husband, and then later seeking
her eventual fulfillment from the cock of her new pet German shepherd. Short days
ago, Mandy would have been totally shocked by her present intentions, but now that
the lustful blonde had been initiated into a less inhibited world of the senses where
even bestiality had its place, she felt no qualms about seeking her own satisfaction in
whatever way possible.
Throwing herself body and soul into her lewd task of leading her husband to orgasm
between her obscenely clasped lips, Mandy sucked and laved Marc's stiff prick like a
woman whose only mission in life was to wring every last drop of her man's sperm
from his erect cock, to bring him every moment of rousing excitement her inexhaustible
young body could muster.
Her wanton attentions soon had their inevitable effect.
"Oh gawd, Mandy honey, I'm cumm-ing-g-g-g!" Marc groaned, reaching down to hold
her head steady while he jerked his hips mightily up against her face, shooting every
last ounce of his roiling cum into the depths of her gulping throat. It was only through
a great effort that the young blonde managed to swallow all the thick white fluid, not
letting a single drop escape her tight-pursed pink lips. Her now-neglected pussy and ass
wriggled salaciously up behind her as she bent to her tireless task, swaying in lewd
contentment once her belly had consumed his jism.
As was his custom after making love to his wife, Marc immediately leaped from their
bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
Normally Mandy felt cheated by her husband's lack of tenderness, his failure to take
her in his arms and hold her for a while after their lovemaking. But today she
considered his quick exit a godsend. Her cunt was on fire with a hot seething need, and
she figured the fifteen minutes he normally spent in the shower would be enough for
her to vent her lust on her handsome pet.
One hand lightly touching her pussy, Mandy slipped down onto the plush carpet next
to the bed, her head and shoulders still resting on the bedspread. Once she heard the
shower water running full blast, she called in a low voice while a hand played over her
blood-swollen clitoris: "Come on, Rajah honey. It's your turn now. Make me cum,
lover. Do your stuff."
The big dog, who had never ceased to watch his new mistress all during her
preoccupation on the bed, moved in quickly and mounted her lewdly waving buttocks,
his paws automatically pushing back the light material of the woman's miniskirt.
"That's it!" Mandy encouraged him excitedly, her blood rushing through her veins as
she detected the already familiar weight of the animal's big prick bobbing lewdly
between her ass-cheeks, frantically searching out the waiting furrow of her hot seeping
cunt. Her old timidity about being fucked by a dog totally gone now, she was no longer
content to wait apprehensively for the animal to find the right lodging-place on its own.
Instead she reached back between her thighs and clasped the thick tapered cudgel
firmly in her hand, guiding the pointed tip expertly toward her wetly trembling pussyslit.
She nudged the tip of the dog's cockhead against her resiliently yielding cunt-hole,
gasping a little as she relished the promising hard pressure, then she waited eagerly for
the dog to take the initiative, to shove his stiff prick far into her moist welcoming pussy.
"Oh gawd, that's it, Rajah baby," she moaned, her whole lewdly positioned body
relishing the incredible filling presence of the dog's skewering cock as he shoved his
hard member far up into her waiting belly. She felt almost as though she could cum
right at that moment, so intensely aroused was she by the dog's penetrating prick, and
by the obscene image of herself letting her pet German shepherd fuck her right in the
very bedroom she had moments ago been sharing with her husband.
The knowledge that her unsuspecting husband was showering only a few feet away was
an added element to her wildly aroused lust, and, now that the dog's prick was buried
far up in her wetly flaring cunt, she began to grind her ass-cheeks energetically back
and forth in eager encouragement of the animal's natural staccato fucking movements.
While one finger titillated the swollen nub of her hotly pulsing clitoris, Mandy rocked
her buttocks back and forth like a woman gone mad, relishing every hard filling inch of
the animal-cock separating the clinging moist walls of her voraciously responding
pussy. While one ear struggled to concentrate on the sound of flowing water in the
bathroom, so she would know when her husband had finished his shower, Mandy
swirled her finger wetly around her clitoris and licked her lips in lascivious appreciation
of the energetic animal-fucking she was enjoying right on the floor of her own
bedroom.
The sexually insatiable blonde felt she had never experienced anything so totally and
perversely exciting as letting a dog fuck her wet cunt in the bedroom of her husband's
palatial home while he showered innocently in the next room, probably convinced his
wife was dozing on their bed, waiting for him to come in to her and say a few kind
words about what a good head-job she'd given him. At last the frustrated wife felt she
had gained some freedom from her husband's neglectful attitude.
No longer was she dependent on that one man for the bulk of her sexual and emotional
needs. Now she had this obscenely trained dog, the precious gift of the most amazing
woman she had ever met, to satisfy her compelling desires – to fill in the gaps that had
always existed in the relationship between her and her husband.
"That's it, Rajah. Oooohhh, you've got such a beautiful big cock, lover," she praised the
tirelessly laboring beast who was dealing such hard satisfying pleasure to her wetly
dilating cuntal passage. Her pussy seemed alive with a million little darts of taunting
animal-fucking. She felt she wanted to swallow that pleasure-bringing dog-cock right
into the very depths of her hungry belly, to hold it there to keep herself on the peak of
sensual titillation forever and ever and ever.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed as the thick dog-prick aimed a particularly long hard thrust
far into the back of her clutching cunt. She could feel the dog's cocktip slamming
against her cervix, and the obscene knowledge that he was filling all of her, that he was
rubbing every inch of her soft clasping pussy-walls with his hard cock drove her to new
levels of lust.
Mandy knew she was beyond the brink of any kind of self-control now. Even if her
husband should turn off the shower at this moment and walk into their bedroom, there
was no way she could force Rajah to stop sending his firm penetrating strokes far up
into her steaming cunt. She had to have more and more... and she knew the dog too
was working himself up to a point of sexual frenzy where he could not be cheated of his
release. Both of them had come too far to turn back now.
But the hard flow of the water in the bathroom never faltered, though in her excited
state, Mandy found it difficult even to listen for that concrete sound.
Her mind was a maelstrom of flashing thoughts and sensations, a fantasy land where
reality played little part. That rushing sound of water was a million miles away, and of
little consequence to a woman who was struggling in the erotic intensity of a sexual
build-up that was the accumulated effect of three days of perverse debauchery. First her
encounters on the road with the boy and later the dog, then her unbelievable
experiences at the Cooper Ranch, then her episode with Rajah on the way back home,
then sucking her husband's cock, and now...
The sum effect of all that fucking and sucking, and all that cumming was jarring
Mandy's half-clad body on to sensational heights of sexual pleasure such as she had
never known before – not even in her wildest erotic fantasies.
"Fuck my cunt, lover!" she goaded the dog, her voice a distorted banshee wail of
perverse desire. "Oh gawd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She chanted the last words
with the mindless preoccupation of a child singing a foolish rhyme, but behind the
lightness of the words was the accumulated excitement and energy of a sensual orgy of
dimensions unequaled in the young wife's life. She knew the orgasm awaiting her was
going to be of historic proportions, for already she could feel the ominous tide working
its way out through the sensual thoroughfares of her kneeling body, arousing her to a
state that promised to be pure pleasure.
Her finger continued to goad her blood-swollen little clitoris in rhythmic time to the
dog's hard unrelenting strokes up into her greedy cunt. She spread her legs a little
farther apart to give her hand better access to her clitoris, so she could circle her finger
more wantonly around its slick base while at the same time her fingertips relished the
lewd feel of the dog's prick slipping in and out of her welcoming pussy.
"Oh my gawd, Rajah honey! I'm really cummmiiinnnggg! Oh, Jeeee-sus!" Undulating
her buttocks like a maniac, tickling her clitoris with the frenzy of a pianist playing
ragtime, she shook her long blonde hair wildly about her head in the delirium of
working out every last aching thrust of her unbelievable orgasm.
It was only when she was halfway through her release that she realized the dog was
cumming too, was shooting his thick lewd sperm far up into her churning belly with
frantic clinging rhythm.
Within moments, it was over and the bestial frenzy of moments ago seemed like an
unbelievable dream. His energy totally spent, the dog dismounted the woman's naked
ass with difficulty and stretched lazily on the rug, circling and sniffing until he found
just the right position for curling up and taking a little snooze.
Forsaken now by both her lovers, only one of which was aware of the existence of the
other, Mandy crawled up onto the bed and collapsed on her stomach, salaciously aware
of the lewd trickle of animal-sperm seeping from her cunt along the crevice of her
thighs onto the bedspread. She felt thoroughly satisfied, perhaps for the first time in her
life, and a crazy little grin played over her lips as she listened to the flow of water in the
bathroom slow to a trickle and stop.
Two or three minutes later, her husband emerged from the steamy room, a towel
wrapped around his hips.
His face looked slightly puzzled.
"Nobody here?" he asked, obviously surprised. "I could have sworn I heard voices."
"No, nobody. Just me and Rajah," Mandy replied in a sensual half-whisper.
Marc's face cleared as he contemplated the half-naked beauty of his sensual young wife.
His features adopted a smug leer.
"You really enjoyed sucking my prick, huh, baby?" he asked proudly, smiling at her
obvious relaxed sensuality as she lay motionless on the bed.
"Loved it," Mandy murmured. "Just loved it." Her voice sounded like she was on the
verge of sleep.
"Hey, I have an idea, honey! What say you and me and Laura celebrate your
homecoming tonight? We can all go out to Ciro's and have steak and lobster. How
does that sound?"
"Sounds wonderful," Mandy whispered, and in another moment she was sound asleep.
Feeling an unaccustomed tenderness for the pretty young woman that was his wife, he
carefully covered her near-nakedness with a spare blanket.
"Would you believe take-home pizza?" he joked to himself.
He slipped into a robe and began to tiptoe from the room, almost tripping over the
sleeping dog.
"You conked out too?" Marc asked the animal. "You'd think you two had been running
a race all afternoon instead of driving a lousy couple of hundred miles. You kids just
can't take it like us older folks."


Chapter 7

About a week after Mandy's return from her weekend vacation, Laura came home early
from school one day to find the big house deserted, despite the fact that Mandy's car
was parked in the drive.
After conducting a thorough search of the house, calling both Mandy's and Rajah's
names several times, the young girl shrugged and decided her cousin's wife must have
gone out to do some shopping in a friend's car. Laura was disappointed. With the
unexpected time off from school, she'd been hoping she and Mandy could have a heart
to-heart talk. She'd been feeling very warm toward the pretty blonde all week. Marcus
too had been impressed by Mandy's imperturbable good humor.
"And the old sexual pressure really seems to have eased off," he'd told his young
mistress one night at three a.m. when they'd met in a guest bathroom for a quick fuck
dog-fashion with Laura bending over the sink. "I think she's finally learning to accept
me for what I am. And take what I decide to give her with good grace."
The young brunette was not really in the mood to study, so on impulse she decided to
take a stroll through the maze-garden that was one of the more attractive features of the
landscaping. She thought it might be fun to get lost amidst the hedges for a while and
drink in the afternoon sun in peace and quiet.
Laura hadn't been in the garden five minutes when she heard the unmistakable sound
of Mandy's voice. The girl was about to call out when she thought better of it. The
mischief-maker in her decided it would be more fun to sneak up on Mandy and
surprise her.
She wondered who Mandy was talking to as she moved up and down the hedgeenclosed 
paths in search of her relative.
After a few moments, Mandy's voice sounded again, closer this time. As there seemed
to be no reply, Laura guessed the other woman must be taking a stroll with Rajah.
Suspecting that Mandy might be just on the other side of the next hedge, the brunette
stood on tiptoe and carefully looked over. Her whole body froze in shock as she drank
in the incredible spectacle on the other side of the wall of greenery.
Elegant sophisticated Mandy Vandemeer was kneeling on the grass, her dog lying
beside her, stroking the animal's red swollen prick with her hand. And she was rubbing
the animal's belly with the wanton caresses of a lover. There could be no mistaking the
illicit relationship between the two, for the blonde was naked, her clothes thrown in a
heap a few feet from the obscenely coupled pair.
Though the young coed considered herself pretty broad-minded where sex was
concerned, she'd never in her life even given any thought to what it might be like to
make love to an animal. That was going just a little too far!
"Does that feel good, darling? Mandy wants you to feel as wonderful as you make her
feel, you big strong devil you," the blonde was saying, her words sounding unbelievably
lewd in the ears of the younger woman.
Though her first reaction was horror and an intense desire to flee the scene of her
pretty relative's depravity, Laura couldn't help being intrigued about Mandy's
intentions. Was she actually going to jack the dog off? Reminding herself that this was
a woman she respected and loved in her own way, Laura decided she had better
investigate further before condemning the other woman. After all, if Mandy was doing
it, might there not be something in it that had just never occurred to her?
Maybe Mandy had discovered something she Laura ought to know about.
The girl couldn't help feeling a little tingle of lust now as the sensuality of the scene
before her hit home. A beautiful naked woman kneeling and stroking the cock of a dog
– the perverse eroticism was undeniably titillating, and Laura resolved to wait and see
what would happen next.
Before the young spy's rapt gaze, Mandy kneeled heedless over her dog lover,
concentrating fully on the hard tapered shaft of his turgid prick that she had now
stroked to a fine full erection.
"You have such a beautiful cock, Rajah darling. No wonder it makes my pussy feel so
good."
Laura couldn't believe her ears.
More determined than ever now to learn the full extent of her older relative's forbidden
secret, Laura kept her head perched atop the hedge and watched mesmerized as the
pointed tip of the dog's cock emerged and then disappeared inside the caressing grasp
of Mandy's loving hand.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, sugar," Mandy was telling the big animal,
who was lying passively on his side, his face wearing a slightly comical look of erotic
rapture. He had his legs far apart to give the woman easy access to his loins.
Once her words were out, the lovely blonde dropped her head to the dog's prick and
took the shiny red tip in her mouth, experimentally circling it with her tongue, then, as
she grew bolder, beginning to take more and more of the swollen dog-cock in her
mouth.
Laura's own mouth dropped open in shock, her first reaction to the other woman's
lewd undertaking one of pure horror.
How could she take that... that thing in her mouth? she wondered, her mind
automatically trying to grasp what it would feel like to have a dog-cock slipping
between her lips, its length hard and swollen like a man's, but with its own lewd shape
and color. She was actually surprised to find that, rather than making her feel sick, the
idea began to arouse niggling little taunting sensations down in her own loins. Surely
she couldn't get turned on to sucking a dog's cock! She almost laughed aloud at the
absurdity of the idea, but then she remembered how disgusted she'd felt about sucking
a man's cock for the first time... and how she'd ended up lapping her young date's prick
as though it were her favorite flavor-of-the-month.
Mandy's wide-open mouth had taken all the animal's red prick up inside now, and
there was nothing to be seen but her long blonde hair splayed over the dog's furry
belly. Apparently the woman was becoming intensely excited by her own depraved
behavior, for her ass-cheeks were swaying salaciously in the air as her full mouth
nibbled hungrily on its obscene treat.
Slowly, lewdly the red length of the dog's blood-engorged prick began to emerge as she
raised her head inch by taunting inch from his hairy loins. At last it was right out of
her mouth, the red tapered tip just grazing her moist, glistening pink lips. Her mouth
began to move in speech and the perversity of the situation struck home to Laura with
renewed force. This was a human female, a thinking rational person, who was
administering obscene oral love to this dumb brute.
"It tastes good, big boy," she murmured, running her tongue-tip hungrily over her lips.
"Better even than I thought it would."
Laura was stupefied.
She liked it! She actually enjoyed putting a dog's prick in her mouth! Unable to believe
her eyes and ears, the girl pinched herself to be sure she was awake.
No doubt about it, this was really happening. Her lovely cousin-in-law, probably the
woman she admired most in the world, was sucking a dog's thick hard cock – and
loving every minute of it.
As though she couldn't bear to be without the erotic pacifier another moment, Mandy
again clasped her lips eagerly around the obscenely tapered cockhead and slid her
mouth all the way down to the base, then raised her blonde head slowly once again,
gradually establishing an incredible rhythm, stimulating the animal's erect cock with
the eager working movements of her mouth.
As though to exemplify just how much she was enjoying her perverted task, the
kneeling woman reached down and gave the dog's balls an affectionate squeeze that
forced a cramped little whimper from the animal's throat. Mandy's ivory ass-cheeks
churned wantonly in the warm afternoon air as she became increasingly engrossed in
her task, feeling her own arousal building as her abandoned involvement with the dog's
jerking responses became more and more complete.
The lewdly coupled pair were obviously totally involved with each other, enjoying the
sunlight on their bodies and the sweet bliss of an hour's passion with the same
hedonistic joy as a human couple.
Laura was struck by the pure sensuality that emanated from the scene despite the fact
that one of the participants was a mere animal. The two were totally wrapped up in one
another – lovers by anyone's definition, no matter how obscene the idea might be.
Despite her better instincts, the girl could feel the excitement growing inside her own
panties as she watched Mandy's shapely ass moving with such wanton lust, and her
mouth working so eagerly up and down over the swollen dog-cock.
As though her only intent was to quiet the annoying excitement building there, the girl
ran a hand impatiently over her pussy-mound through her skirt, but the movement
only helped increase her fiery hunger. Reluctant to give way to what still seemed to her
mind such base instincts though her body and emotions were becoming more and more
responsive – the girl pulled her hand away from her loins and resolved to ignore her
increasing horniness.
Guiltily she looked to the left and right, as though there might be someone there who
had observed her shameful response to such a lewd and debauched spectacle as that on
the other side of the hedge. But Mandy's voice quickly drew her attention back to the
central action.
"Oh darling, your cock feels so good fucking my mouth! It's so hard, baby! Look how
much it wants me!" The woman had the dog's prick in her hand once more, and was
watching her fingers working lewdly up and down over its saliva-slickened length. She
bent forward to plant a big wet kiss right on the tip even as her free hand again
squeezed the dog's balls, and the watching girl felt a shudder of sympathetic lust
roaring through her cunt.
"I think I should suck you just a little bit more, sugar," the blonde way saying,
obviously reveling in her own perverted behavior, "then I want you to do something for
Mandy."
And, true to her words, she again began to saw her wet mouth up and down over the
glistening red cock, her whole body shuddering in sympathetic arousal as she coated the
animal's prick with a generous sheen of her saliva. Then, apparently satisfied with her
work, she again raised her head and this time rotated her body around so she was
kneeling with her ass-cheeks toward the dog's head.
"Come on, darling. Your prick's all nice and slippery for me now. Shove it up my cunt,
lover!"
The watching Laura felt weak in the knees as she realized that the ultimate moment
had arrived. She was actually going to see her cousin's wife let a dog fuck her pussy. As
she trembled with apprehensive excitement, the girl realized that she had in fact been
hoping for this outcome ever since she'd discovered the lewdly coupled pair. The idea of
seeing a woman get screwed by a dog was suddenly very titillating to her, and she could
feel her pussy-lips throbbing hotly inside her lacy panties as she waited with bated
breath for the inevitable obscene penetration.
Laura watched the dog's paws seize Mandy's smooth white hips, and felt a perverse
little thrill of amazement as the dog rose up high on his hind legs, struggling to embed
his hard red cock between the woman's shapely thighs. There was something intensely
perverse and yet at the same time primitively exciting about the dog's frantic efforts to
sink his prick between the woman's flaring ass-cheeks. Laura again let her hand slip
down to her pussy-mound, only this time, instead of pulling it resolutely away, she
pulled up her skirt and began to stroke her cunt through her panties.
God, was she really going to take that big red thing up in her pussy! she marveled, her
eyes never straying for a moment from the scene of the animal's grotesque erotic
struggle to find a warm wet lodging place for his swollen cock.
"Come on, baby, you can do it! You can find my cunt-hole all by yourself!" Mandy
encouraged the brute, her voice betraying the building excitement she was deriving
from the dog's futile gropings.
At last though the dog's prick caught at the fleshy indentation of the blonde's pussy
opening, and with its thick coating of saliva provided by Mandy's ardent tonguing it
slipped easily far up into her welcoming cunt with one smooth stroke.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" the lewdly skewered woman wailed, her whole being alive to the raw
lust-tendrils soaring throughout her body. "That's it, lover! Oh, your prick is making
my pussy feel so wonderful! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me-e-e!"
Laura's mouth was again hanging open, though this time not so much entirely from
surprise as from a building excitement that was taunting her own loins to a fiery
arousal.
She liked it, she really liked it! the concealed girl thought in awe. Surreptitiously, a
finger crept under the elastic band of her panties and worked its way through the curly
mass of her cunt-hair, until it made sharp rousing contact with the sensitive nub of her
clitoris.
It was all the young woman could do to keep from crying aloud with excitement, as her
clitoris began to swell to pulsing life from the deft strokes of her own prodding finger.
The sheer lewdness of rousing herself while watching another woman get fucked by a
dog helped increase her smoldering need.
I wonder what it feels like, that big shiny red prick shoving up into your pussy? the
teenager wondered, working her finger more and more uninhibitedly around the rising
peak of her clitoris.
While, unknown to Mandy, her young cousin-in-law watched with lewd attention, the
kneeling blonde began to rock her hips back and forth, back and forth in abandoned
rhythm with the regular fucking rhythm the big German shepherd was already
establishing into her wide-open cunt. Though she and Rajah had been doing a lot of
this kind of thing in the last week, Mandy felt she could never begin to get tired of the
wonderful feel of that long hard dog-prick penetrating her hot clutching pussy-walls.
She realized now that what she'd been needing all her young life was lots of good, hard
reliable fucking and for the first time she was getting it.
"Heaven!" the obscenely writhing blonde exclaimed. "Your prick is too good to be true,
Rajah sweetheart! I love to feel it sticking up into my twat!" Her own lewd words
egging her on, the insatiable beauty closed her eyes in hypnotic abandon and thrust her
whole kneeling body back to meet the animal's long, hard in-stroke.
Her eyes glued to the scene with a growing hunger, Laura watched the big dog's tongue
lolling lewdly from his mouth as he maintained his tireless fucking efforts up into the
lovely white body of the young wife kneeling before him. The very depravity of what
was happening mere inches from her gaze was sending heated waves of excitement
throughout her belly, and the finger that was taunting her clitoris began to edge its way
farther down over her moist cunt-lips until finally it slipped right up into the gaping
hole of her hungry cunt.
She's really digging it! No wonder she hasn't been bothering Marcus so much lately.
She's replaced him! It was all she could do to stifle a giggle as she wondered ironically
how happy Marcus would be about the change in his wife if he knew what was causing
it.
The young girl was enjoying the idea of her pretty cousin-in-law's silent victory over her
inconsiderate husband, and at the same time she was wildly excited about the other
woman's raging response to that strange fierce animal fucking.
Ohhh, my cunt's on fire! the girl thought lewdly, her mind becoming more and more
preoccupied with forbidden thoughts of what it would be like to be that woman over
there, kneeling in front of a huge humping beast, getting the fuck of her life.
The teenager had to fight down the urge to moan aloud as she began to saw her finger
obscenely back and forth inside her wetly flowering pussy, her hand clamped against
her belly by the elastic band of the panties she still wore. As her eager mind
contemplated the lewdness of her own masturbation here in the secluded quiet of the
garden, while she watched her cousin taking a dog's prick up into her cunt, the finger
moved more and more rapidly inside her own heated pussy until, in desperation, she
sent a second finger up to join the first. She squeezed the two together to make a mock
prick, and began to torture her aching belly with smooth regular stroking motions in
and out of her warm moist cunt, strokes that were synchronized with the dog's
rhythmic penetration of Mandy's pussy.
I need to get fucked! the girl thought lewdly, her mental declaration increasing her
erotic titillation. Marcus – if only you were here now! Trying to picture what it would
be like to get fucked from behind while she watched the lewd intercourse between
woman and beast, she sawed her fingers tirelessly in and out of her rubbery wet pussy,
feeling her whole sensual being falling prey to the teasing effects of her own obscene
activity and the remarkable situation out here in the garden.
"That's it, darling! Fuck me, fuck me-e-e-e!" The kneeling blonde's building excitement
was obvious in the desperate high pitch of her voice. She began to rotate her buttocks
more and more fiercely up behind her, buffeting them ruthlessly against the furry
underside of the big animal's belly. Reduced to nothing more than an animal herself,
she swayed and churned her quaking hips in a feverish effort to consume more and
more of the maddening erotic stimulation of that swollen long prick hammering
steadily in and out of her welcoming cunt.
"Oh, my cunt's on fire, you big beautiful brute you!" The woman began to moan and
grunt in the heedless preoccupation of her efforts to absorb all she could of the dog's
turgid cock. She could feel ominous signs lurking far inside, and she began to work
toward the eventual reward of their mutual fiery release.
One hand holding up her skirt, the other shoving two fingers abandonedly in and out
of her needing pussy-hole, it was all Laura could do to maintain her balance, for it was
becoming something of an effort to keep straining over the top of the high hedge for a
look at the ongoing scene on the other side. She could see that there was obviously a
crisis growing for the other woman, and she began to work her own fingers more and
more furiously in and out of her own pussy in a primitive compulsive need to cum
along with her cousin, to feel her own climax wash over her at the same time as Mandy
was enjoying the dog shooting his load far up into her welcoming womb. The idea of a
dog cumming in a human female's cunt was enough to titillate her imagination in itself.
Oh gawd, he's going to fill her cunt with dog-sperm! the girl thought with mixed
feelings of depraved excitement and horror. Holy gawd! how is this happening? It's not
possible! The fingers worked faster inside the slick wet depths of her cunt, coaxing her
loins to the peak of wanton arousal.
"Aaaarrggghhh! I'm cumming, Rajah baby! Oh yesss!" the blonde moaned suddenly,
and her whole body seemed to work in a wild compulsive discordance to rid her nerve
endings of their compelling fiery excitement.
"You're cumming too, aren't you, lover? Oh, your sperm feels so warm and good in my
belly!"
The realization that it was finally happening, that the dog was actually cumming in her
cousin's accepting cunt, drove Laura over the threshold of orgasm. She raised the back
of a hand to her mouth to keep from moaning aloud as the incredible pleasure-waves
washed over her one after another after another... until at last her erotic energy was
spent, and it was all she could do to keep standing.
"That was beautiful, darling," Mandy was saying, and Laura turned just in time to see
the older woman kiss the dog full on the mouth before rising to her feet.
"We'd better be getting back home, Rajah. We don't want anyone to come looking for
us, do we?" Mandy began to put on her clothes.
Anxious that she not be discovered, Laura began to retrace her steps out of the garden.
She was lolling on the back patio by the pool when Mandy emerged from the garden.
"Home already?" Mandy asked brightly as she collapsed into a chaise longue.
"Yep. Just got here."
"Learn anything new today?"
"Yes, I certainly did. But I'm not sure yet if I should put the theory into practice,"
Laura replied with a double meaning unknown to the other woman.
"Painting must be such a fascinating subject," Mandy enthused.
"Yes indeed," Laura replied, but she wasn't thinking about painting. "Really
fascinating."


Chapter 8

Marc Vandemeer had been told simply that there was a "gentleman" waiting to see him
in the library, so he was quite unprepared for the big, rough-hewn man who stood
surveying the vast shelves of books, a tall Doberman pinscher posted alertly by his side.
Marc surveyed his visitor's handsome scarred face for a minute and, convinced that this
was not a man he was going to like, headed warily for his favorite leather armchair,
pointedly ignoring the hand extended to him. He took a cigarette from a box on the
table and smoked nervously, annoyed that such an unwelcome intrusion should have
spoiled an otherwise pleasant Saturday morning.
He did not offer his visitor a chair, in the hopes that the other's discomfort might bring
a quick end to the interview. Though he had no idea as yet what the man wanted, his
instincts were all on red alert. Something was up, and it was probably not good.
"I don't believe we've met," he said formally at last. "I'm Marcus Vandemeer. If we have
some business, I'd like to conclude it as quickly as possible. I have a luncheon
engagement."
His visitor seemed to sneer slightly at the other man's words. Marc could tell that the
big man didn't like him either, and their mutual contempt helped heighten the tension
in the room.
"The name's Sumner, Mr. Vandemeer, sir," the visitor said in a tone heavy with
sarcasm. "Hank Sumner. Don't worry. What I've got to say won't take long."
"Okay, let's hear it." Marc felt icy calm now. The man's manner indicated he was going
to try to pull some kind of fast one, and that put all Marc's defenses up. No one played
around with a Vandemeer and got away with it. Marc suspected he might be some kind
of union heavy, out to make a deal.
"I work for Sharon Cooper," the man was saying. "Your wife spent a night up at the
Cooper spread a couple of weeks ago. Had herself a real good time."
There was a meaningful pause, during which Marc could feel the flow of blood in his
veins turning to ice water. So they had something personal. Something on Mandy.
"Of course we didn't know who your wife was then. She was real careful about giving
out information. In fact, Mrs. Cooper still doesn't know anything. But me, I kept
racking the old brain until I remembered the last name. I'd heard it once, and I got a
hell of a recall when I put my mind to it. Once I had the name, I did a little research,
and what do I find but that little Mandy has got connections everywhere from the state
bank to the United States Senate. And her husband's one hell of a big shot." Hank
Sumner's voice betrayed his contempt for the upper classes, for men like Marcus
Vandemeer. Though he knew little about the man, Vandemeer represented to Hank all
the establishment types who'd ever made life rough for him – all the way from his days
as a kid in a West Virginia coal-mining town to the days he'd served in a state pen for
accumulated antisocial behavior. He'd made this trip to the city especially for the
purpose of getting a little of his own back. He hadn't a very clear picture of what he
wanted, other than to see this Marcus Vandemeer squirm – maybe even eat a little shit,
the way Hank had had to do all his life.
"Why don't you say what you've got to say, Sumner, and quit laying on the
melodrama." Though Marc's nerves were all on a fine edge, he was determined not to
let this two-bit blackmailer know he'd gotten to him.
"Gee, Mr. Vandemeer, I'd think you'd enjoy a little melodrama, especially when your
other choice is hearing all about how your pretty little wife just loves to fuck dogs."
Again Hank paused for effect, and this time he got all the reaction he'd been hoping
for. Marc's jaw fell open, and his face grew quickly ashen while beads of sweat popped
up on his brow.
"You can't be serious," Marc stammered at last. "That's ridiculous. I've never heard
anything s..."
"Why don't you ask your wife?" Hank interrupted. Instead of ringing for a servant to
fetch his wife, Marc rushed to the library door and threw it open excitedly.
"Mandy, get the hell down here!" he bellowed, for the first time in his life completely
losing his cool.
A little smile played over Hank's features as he watched Mandy Vandemeer rush up to
her husband just outside the library door, where the couple exchanged a few brief
heated words before entering the library together, both of them obviously flustered and
very frightened.
Mandy was wringing her hands nervously as she walked over to their visitor. "I don't
understand, Hank," she ventured, trying to smile, trying to make believe everything
would be all right as soon as this silly misunderstanding was cleared up. "Does Sharon
know about this? I don't see what you hope to gain..."
The sadistic little grin was still flickering across Hank's lips. "Mrs. Cooper don't know a
thing about this, Mrs. Vandemeer, ma'am. It was all my own idea. I've always wanted
to meet high society, and I thought this'd be my big chance. I've never had anything to
say to men like Mr. Vandemeer before, but now I seem to have really got his attention."
Marc had managed to pull himself together a little and was now standing behind his
wife, trying to look for some explanation in the big man's cruel face. "Listen, if it's
money you want, Sumner, just name it. That will be no problem. Just let's get it over
with. My wife and I have a few things we'd like to discuss in private after you go."
Mandy turned around to look at her husband and shuddered at the cold look of
contempt that gleamed in his eyes. She'd never seen such a look before, not from Marc.
He always controlled his emotions so well.
"Marc, I can explain. It was just that I felt so unhapp..."
"Shut up, slut," he said coldly. "You make me sick. Okay, Sumner, how much?"
"Well, I can't say money interests me much, Mr. Vandemeer. I get all the money I need
working for Mrs. Cooper. She's a fine woman – nicest person I ever met. Rich too. Just
goes to show you're not all scum, you rich bastards."
Marc's look grew more apprehensive. "Well, if not money, what then?"
"Sex is kind of my favorite thing, Mr. Vandemeer. Me and King here," he indicated the
Doberman, "we kind of thought maybe we could have some fun with the Vandemeer
ladies."
"You mean you want to get that dog to fuck my wife?" Marc looked relieved. "Well, go
ahead. If that's her thing, I'm sure she'll love it."
Mandy looked around quickly at her husband, her eyes wide with shocked dismay.
Marc was selling her out, without even putting up a struggle. How could he?
Marc looked at his wife. "Forget it, baby. You gave up all rights to my protection when
you started fucking goddamned dogs."
"You still haven't got it quite right, Mr. Vandemeer. Your wife's not really my type. It's
that young cousin of yours – the one some of my friends tell me you've been screwing
to death when your wife's not around – that's the one I'm interested in. I figure me and
King could have some real fun with her."
Now it was Mandy's turn to be indignant. She looked at her husband coldly. "And
you've got the nerve to be Mr. Morality with me when all along you've been fucking
Laura behind my back. You bastard!"
Marc's face was beet red. He looked at the blackmailer imploringly. "But that's crazy.
Nobody knows about that."
Hank laughed. "You'd be surprised what people know, Mr. Vandemeer. There's all
kinds of information floating around, just waiting for an interested buyer. Now how's
about it? You want to get that little doll in here so me and King can have a little fun?"
Only now did the full gist of the blackmailer's scheme register in Marc's confused
mind. Not Laura! Oh my God, no! She's mine! I won't let these... these animals have
her!
Marc's voice suddenly grew bold. "No! I'm sorry! That's quite out of the question. You
can have anything else. But not that."
Mandy looked incredulously at her handsome husband. "So, you'll defend her, but not
me. You're a bastard, a no-good, selfish..."
"I don't think a whore that fucks her dog has anything to say to decent human beings,"
Marc told her. "I'm not even sure you belong to the human race."
Mandy's fists were clenched and it looked as though she were about to strike her
husband, but the blackmailer's voice diverted her attention.
"Look, Mr. Vandemeer, it's either give me a couple of hours with your cousin, or this
whole town finds out about the wife and her cute little pet."
There was silence in the room, while husband and wife struggled with their emotions
and the ruthless intruder's ultimatum.
Suddenly the library door swung open and Laura stepped in, shutting the door firmly
behind her. "You people should be more careful about shutting doors when you're
talking private talk like this. You're lucky it was me and not one of the servants
eavesdropping out there."
"Laura!" Marc half shrieked in his excitement. "You get up to your room this minute
and let the adults handle this!"
"Sorry, Marcus," Laura said coolly. "I seem to be the subject of conversation in here,
and I think I should have a say in deciding my fate."
"Your fate is decided," Marc said firmly. "Now get out of here."
"Listen, Marcus. I'm a Vandemeer too. And I think I have a right to say my piece when
the reputation of the whole family is at stake."
At these words, as though she'd just realized the full horror of her position and the
scandal threatening the house because of her, Mandy collapsed into a chair and began
to sob loudly.
Laura went to the weeping woman at once and put an arm around her. "Don't worry,
Mandy. We can take care of this. As long as we all stick together. I'm not going to let
Marcus favor me over you. If I'm the price of the family's good name, I'm willing to
pay up."
She turned to the blackmailer. "All right, mister. What have you got in mind?"
"You've got a lot of spunk, kid," Hank told her. "I like that." He looked around the
room. "Well, right here looks great to me. Lots of carpets. Private, comfy. Why don't
you just take off those clothes of yours, doll?"
Once again, Marc opened his mouth to speak, to order his cousin-lover to leave the
room, but no words escaped his lips. He realized in his heart of hearts that he was lost.
He couldn't let people find out about his wife and her dog. That was simply out of the
question. The ghosts of his family would haunt him forever if he did a thing like that.
But he felt like a heel letting a teenaged girl face a degrading ordeal like this without
helping her out. And more than that, this wasn't just any teenaged relative. This was
Laura, the infatuation of his life, and the idea of having to share her with another
man... let alone a dog... made him feel sick right in the pit of his belly. Usually never at
a loss for words or deeds, Marc Vandemeer slumped down in a leather armchair and
rested his head on a hand, watching resignedly as Laura removed her skirt and blouse
and then the last defenses of her bra and panties.
There she stood, the family sacrifice, the voluptuous young brunette who was going to
protect the Vandemeer name by giving her body to this strange, sadistic older man and
his dog.
For a moment, Marc thought about leaving the room, sparing himself the agony of
watching his favorite young cousin debauched before his very eyes. But he knew it
would be worse agony to be elsewhere, to be struggling in vain not to think about the
perversity going on in his own library. He would have to see the thing through to the
end. That was all there was to it.
Mandy too felt guilt and horror at what was about to happen to her husband's young
cousin. After all, if it hadn't been for her and her perverse deeds, the girl would never
have been put in this ugly situation. Even though she'd just found out about Laura's
affair with her husband, she couldn't really feel vindictive toward the pretty teenager.
After all, she'd been having her own brand of affair in the last weeks. Who was she to
chastise another woman for getting her satisfaction wherever she could?
Unknown to her anxious relatives, the naked Laura awaited her fate with building
excitement. When she'd overheard through the library door that this big stranger
wanted to make her the price of his silence, she'd felt a little thrill of forbidden lust
course through her veins. The obscene realization that the man intended to use the dog
on her too, heightened her arousal. Ever since she'd watched Mandy and Rajah in the
garden, she'd daydreamed about the possibility of getting the dog to fuck her, just to see
what it was like. And now here had arisen the totally unforeseen opportunity to be
fucked by a dog, and in a situation that aroused her prurient lust just by the very nature
of its perversity.
The adventurous teenager relished the idea of being the blackmailer's sacrifice, here in
her cousin's library. The whole set-up was just weird enough to appeal to her
schoolgirl's romanticism. Her endless sexual appetite welcomed an opportunity for a
new delight, and to be watched by her cousins while she was shamelessly degraded just
added one further ingredient of tantalizing titillation.
Hank Sumner drank in the spectacle of the wealthy teenager's full outthrust breasts, her
trim little waist, her firm swelling hips, and he felt his cock begin to pulse lustfully
inside his jeans as he realized this lush young beauty was now his to do with as he
would, while her anguished relatives looked on. Reveling in his unaccustomed position
of power, here in Marcus Vandemeer's own house, he looked with pleasure at the
distraught faces of his host and his host's wife. Then he made himself comfortable in a
plush armchair that faced Marc and Mandy Vandemeer and beckoned the girl to come
closer.
"You're beautiful, doll," he told the girl, amazed at her self-assurance. She seemed to be
the only Vandemeer who wasn't upset by what was about to happen. Hank was
beginning to suspect that the young beauty was actually looking forward to her ordeal.
He didn't mind that at all, not so long as her cousin sweated blood through every last
minute of it. He smiled cruelly at the watching married couple, then turned his full
attention to the chestnut-haired teenager who waited naked and expectant before him.
"The first thing I want you to do, honey," he told the girl, "is get down on your knees
and fish out my prick for me. Then we'll see if you get any ideas from there."
Trembling with masochistic excitement, Laura looked first at the big man, then at the
Doberman who sat patiently next to the man's chair. Then obediently she dropped to
her knees between Hank Sumner's legs and began to wrestle with the zipper of his fly,
finally pulling it down and working her fingers into the gap, closing them around the
thick turgid rod of Sumner's throbbing prick. The man's jeans were tight and it took a
little maneuvering for her to get the cock out into the open air, but when she did her
eyes grew wide with appreciative awe as she drank in the impressive length and girth of
his hard-swollen prick.
"Like that, baby?" Sumner laughed when he noticed the girl's wide-eyed admiration of
his pulsing cock. He knew he had a good-sized prick, but it especially amused him to
detect appreciation in the look of a young woman he was supposed to be humiliating
before her family.
The big man watched attentively as the girl ran her hand up and down the rock-hard
length of his cock, her tongue running wetly over her lips, her eyes never straying from
the prick enclosed in her hand.
"Got any ideas what you'd like to do with that, baby?" he teased the girl, waiting
breathless for her to take the initiative and put his throbbing cockhead in her mouth.
Kneeling naked between the blackmailer's thighs, Laura could feel the pussy-juices
flowing wetly from her cunt as she reveled in her own debased situation and thrilled to
the impressive swollen size of the prick she held so carefully between her fingers. Her
whole body was lusting for more action, for more perverse self-abasement, and she
stared hypnotically at the mushroom shaped tip of her tormentor's cock, torturing
herself with her building need to enclose that hard rubbery cudgel in her mouth.
Then, as though she could stand it no longer, she lowered her head down onto
Sumner's cock, enclosing the whole length of his hard prick up between her lips in one
fell swoop.
"Mmmmm," she moaned wantonly, relishing the filling feel of the stranger's cock
reaching all the way to the back of her throat. Without hesitation she began to work
her head up and down over the smooth firm prick, laving every inch of its turgid length
with her tongue-tip, prodding the little glans in the end in search of a seeping drop of
cum. The man's cock glistened obscenely now with a generous coating of her saliva,
and she began to slip a ring made of thumb and forefinger up and down his cock,
following and accentuating the hot pressure of her lips around his swelling prick with
the firm caress of her hand.
"Your prick tastes good," the girl mumbled once, when her mouth left the shining tip
of the man's cock for just a moment. "I like sucking it." Then without hesitation, her
mouth was again working up and down over the man's hard cock, laving and loving it
with the eager attention of a starving child with a sucker.
"You're a great little cock-sucker too, baby. It's easy to tell you like your work." Hank
had to grip the arms of the chair firmly to brace himself against the maddening effects
of the girl's lips on his stiff prick. He watched her head of shining chestnut hair
bobbing lasciviously up and down over his aching cock for several moments and then
looked up at their audience, a smug smile playing over his lips.
"Yeah, Mr. Vandemeer. No wonder you fell for this chick. She sucks cock like she was
born for it. You hear what she said? She likes the taste of my prick, too." He laughed
aloud as he watched the other man's face become more and more sallow, anger
replacing distress in his bright-blue eyes.
Marc Vandemeer felt as though he didn't dare thrust his own eyes and ears. His young
cousin, the woman he cared for above all others, was sucking this complete stranger's
prick with more lustful energy than he'd ever seen her expend on him. And the little
bitch had had the nerve to actually tell her blackmailer that she was enjoying herself.
Marc felt a slow simmering anger building in the pit of his belly as he faced up to this
second betrayal of the day. First he'd found that his wife had been having an affair with
her bloody dog. And now he had to face up to the fact that the poor little girl he'd been
feeling such compassion for moments ago was actually enjoying the perverse
humiliation of sucking this stranger's prick in front of her lover and his wife.
Once Mandy realized that her husband's young cousin was actually enjoying this
strange Saturday morning sexual scenario, the lusty blonde forgot about her own guilt
and compassion for the girl and began to sympathize with the compelling sensuality of
the other woman's situation. She began to imagine what it must be like for Laura to be
kneeling naked in front of a stranger and her two closest relatives, sucking the
stranger's cock with total abandon, reveling in her own humiliation.
And Mandy found herself quickly tuning in on Laura's wave-length, feeling the heated
tendrils of building lust expanding in her own stimulated belly. Already she could feel
the hot juices of her excitement seeping from between her thighs down onto her cotton
skirt. As usual, Mandy was wearing no panties, and she could feel the leather of the
chair cushions tantalizing her swelling pussy-lips through the thin material of her skirt
as she rotated her ass just the slightest bit in an effort to quell the excitement building
in her cunt.
Hank Sumner wasn't sure which he was enjoying most – the liquid honey feel of the
teenager's talented mouth on his prick or the reactions of the girl's two watching
relatives. On the man's face he could read anger and seething humiliation that his
young lover was responding so eagerly to sucking another man's cock. In Mandy
Vandemeer's face he read mounting excitement. Her eyes betrayed the glazed sparkle
that is the sure indicator of a woman in heat. Content that his bold behavior was
having its intended effect, he closed his eyes for a moment and rested a hand on top of
the girl's head, guiding her movements up and down over his pulsing cock, making
sure that his cocktip grazed the back of her throat on every instroke.
Imagining the effect his actions must be having on the watching man, he encouraged
the girl lewdly: "Jesus, doll. I don't know when my prick's felt so damned good. Man, it
feels like it's sawing into butter! Uhhh!" he grunted as her tongue took a particularly
tantalizing swipe around the circumference of his cock. "That's it, baby. That's the stuff!
Suck my prick good, and I'll see you get one hell of a reward!"
"Mmmm," Laura moaned appreciatively once again around the filling cock in her
mouth. She realized Marcus was watching her every movement, and the knowledge
gave her a smug little surge of sadistic power. He'd been getting too possessive, and
he'd been treating his wife like shit. The self-confident teenager felt it was time the
older man learned a lesson – learned to respect women as people rather than as objects
for him to pick up or discard at will.
God, just look at that little bitch go! Marc thought furiously, his self-control struggling
to break loose and give full vent to his anger. He stole a glance at his wife, sitting in the
chair next to him, and read at once the look of glazed excitement in her eyes.
Christ, this guy's turning them both on, he realized helplessly, and then decided that he
may as well get his own kicks out of this preposterous situation, seeing as everybody
else was.
Roughly the older man grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her around so she was
kneeling in front of him much the same as his young lover was kneeling in front of the
stranger.
"Marc, what are you doing?" his wife asked, looking up at him in astonishment.
"Shut up and fish my prick out, baby! And start sucking... if you know what's good for
you!"
Mandy had never seen her husband so angry before and, automatically fearful of his
wrath, she obediently opened his fly and pulled out his erect cock that pulsed hot and
fleshy in her hand.
Realizing her husband was no more holy than any of the rest of them, no more free of
the lure of perverse lust, excited Mandy, and she began to lick timidly at the swollen
head of Marc's prick, then suck long and hard at its bulbous tip.
She was startled to feel the older man's hand pushing her head down so she was forced
to take all his turgid prick up between her lips. Then his hand guided her in
establishing an erotic up-and-down motion over his pulsing organ, a lustful rhythm that
was in fact directly synchronized with Laura's rhythm as she sucked Hank Sumner's
swollen prick.
Mandy was rather sorry that she could no longer watch Laura's naked body writhing
before the big blackmailer, but she soon became thoroughly engrossed in her own cock
sucking activities, her lustful preoccupation blanking her mind to everything but that
slick hard cock sawing in and out of her lewdly ovaled lips.
"Christ, that's it, bitch," her husband moaned above her, continuing, though there was
no longer any need, to guide the movements of his wife's head over his swollen cock.
"Suck my cock, cunt!" he bellowed at her, all his antagonism toward his wife coming
out in the form of renewed lustful energy even as he continued to watch jealously his
young lover's head bobbing over Hank Sumner's loins.
Hank was amused and astonished by the spectacle of husband and wife's reaction to
their young cousin's lustful debasement. He grinned at the older man who continued to
glare unswervingly at his young mistress' head working up and down over his own
cock. Hank realized Vandemeer was going through agonies of jealousy, and the thought
pleased him.
"Hey, King boy, why don't you take a look at that nice little piece of ass back there?"
Hank told the dog at last.
Immediately picking up on his cue, the big Doberman circled around behind the
kneeling brunette and began to nose at the crack between her swaying buttocks.
"Oooohhh," Laura moaned as she felt the cold touch of the dog's nose on her quivering
pussy-slit. Her whole body began to tremble violently as she realized the moment of
truth was close at hand. Although she never missed a stroke of her mouth up and down
over the big man's rigid prick, her whole body was poised expectantly in wait for what
the animal would do next. She felt his nose penetrate farther up into her cunt-furrow,
and groaned abandonedly in invitation of a greater penetration to come. Her every
nerve ending was strung out on a high peak of tension, eagerly tuned to the moment
when the dog's prick would make its way up into her moist hungry cunt.
Beside herself with passion caused by the titillating explorations of the dog's cold nose
on her cunt, the anxious girl finally raised her head from the stranger's prick and
looked at him plaintively.
"Is he going to fuck me now?" she asked in a pleading little-girl voice. "I want to feel
him up inside me. Please?"
"Sure, baby!" Hank laughed. "I'm a sucker for those big brown eyes of yours. Anything
your little cunt desires, as they say."
Once again he looked at the other man, who was staring in wide-eyed amazement at
the dog's bold nosings between his girlfriend's ass-cheeks. "Up, boy, up!" Hank ordered
the dog, and watched the man's eyes grow wider still as the big black animal straddled
the kneeling girl's hips with his paws.
"How do you like that, Mr. Vandemeer?" he asked. "Your girlfriend can't wait to get
that big dog-cock up inside her hot little pussy. What's the matter? Weren't you giving
her enough?"
"You fucking bastard," Vandemeer half whispered through gritted teeth, though his
eyes left the dog and his mistress' ass for just a moment to focus on Hank. Then he was
staring intently once again at the bestially coupled pair, possibly hoping against hope
that the girl might yet protest this obscene act.
Laura was quivering out of control with excitement now as she felt the dog's paws
lewdly straddling her hips and the heavy weight of his swollen animal-prick bouncing
against her thighs. She remembered how Mandy had looked that day in the garden,
encouraging Rajah to fuck her, and the obscene recollection helped add fuel to the hot
fire of her own present lascivious excitement.
Once again she raised her head from Hank Sumner's turgid prick and mewled, "I want
him to fuck me now! Please make him fuck me!" Then, slave-like in her lustful
submission, she clasped her lips around the man's cock and renewed her ardent sucking
motions.
"Gawd, you're an impatient little cunt, aren't you, honey?" Hank teased her. "You
know, you can't rush old King here. He takes his own good time to find what he wants.
But don't worry. He always comes through in the end."
Hank could feel the arousal building steadily in his own loins as he reveled in the
velvety texture of the girl's mouth around his cock. He was looking forward with eager
anticipation to the moment when the teenager would take the Doberman's thick prick
up into her steaming little pussy, but at the same time he was enjoying watching her
buttocks churning in the air in frustrated search of that hard filling dog-cock bobbing
up behind her. Like all devoted sensualists, Hank Sumner knew that anticipation was at
least half the fun.
Mandy was going out of her mind with excitement as she listened to the lewd dialogue
going on between her husband's cousin and her so-called tormentor. She wished she
could watch the scene going on behind her, but she didn't dare struggle to pull her
head away from where Marc was still guiding it commandingly up and down over his
rigid prick. She lapped and laved at his hotly pulsing cock, seeking in every way she
knew how to pacify the big man, to win back his affections by giving him the head-job
of his life. Still though, she couldn't help seething with anger to realize that her
husband was probably more interested in what was happening to his cousin than what
his wife was doing to his swollen prick.
Marc Vandemeer watched hypnotized as the big Doberman struggled to find a haven
for his hard red prick up between the kneeling girl's swaying ass-cheeks. Several times it
seemed the long dog-cock had found an anchorage, but each time it slipped free again,
only to dangle lewdly once more up against the crack of Laura's shapely white ass.
Then, as Marc watched fascinated, the tapered cock lodged itself the first little way up
inside the girl's puckered asshole.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" the teenager cried in sudden agony, her anus cruelly penetrated by an
inch of steel-hard dog-prick. "No, no, not there!" By wriggling her buttocks violently,
she managed to shake herself free of the penetration.
Obviously convinced that the only course was to do it herself, Laura reached back
under her belly and clasped the pointed animal-cock in her fingers, guiding it firmly
toward the waiting wet opening to her greedy little cunt.
"Oh Gawd, yesss," she moaned as the tapered tip finally penetrated the first little way
up into her needing pussy. Without stopping for preliminary adjustments, the dog
shoved his prick all the way up into her cunt, filling her with his lewd hardness and
then at once establishing an energetic battering rhythm in and out of her warm pussyhole.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" the girl wailed abandonedly as she reveled in the pure
animal pleasure of having something thick and long and hard ramming heedlessly in
and out of her hungry cunt. Although at first she had to grit her teeth and wriggle her
buttocks to accustom her tight hole to the unceasing penetration, the discomfort was
only momentary and was in itself a further turn-on. The unthinking primitive animal
passion of their unnatural mating that took no consideration of her comfort, only strove
to penetrate her deep and endlessly, was exactly the excitement she'd been hoping for.
It was like discovering her very own fucking machine.
Declaring her pleasure for all the room to hear, the enraptured teenager dropped her
head once more to the gleaming smooth prick thrust up toward her face, timing her
sucking motions over Hank's cock to the staccato rhythm of King's instinctive canine
fucking. Her buttocks ground deliriously back to meet the dog's long lunging strokes,
her pussy sucking up his tapered hardness with lewd hunger.
Marc Vandemeer had been totally hypnotized by his cousin's lascivious acceptance of
the swollen dog-cock up into her welcoming cunt. As he watched her calling out lewd
encouragement to the animal and shoving her ass tirelessly back toward the dog's
humping belly, the older man suddenly became aware of the tingling excitement down
in his own turgid prick that his wife was ministering slavishly to with her mouth.
Marc's blue eyes began to glaze over with a consuming lust as he contemplated what
obscene titillation would best satisfy his aching prick under the bizarre circumstances of
this impromptu orgy here in his library.
Watching the dog's cock become momentarily embedded in Laura's asshole had given
the distraught man the germ of an idea, and now he began to make preparations to put
his lewd scheme into action.
He'd never fucked a woman in the asshole before, though he'd often been intrigued by
the idea. Never had there been a more opportune time to indulge his forbidden prurient
desire than right now. Besides giving him a new and forbidden thrill, it would punish
his wife once and for all for deceiving him, and for putting in jeopardy the old and
venerated name of Vandemeer.
Slipping down on the carpet in front of his wife, he maneuvered the young blonde
around until she was on all fours facing the lewdly joined trio of Hank, Laura and the
dog. Then, taking his prick in his hand and pushing up his wife's skirt until her round
white ass was bared to the waist, he began to run his cock back and forth along the
already excitement-moistened slit of her pussy, covering his stiff prick with her copious
lubricating juices.
Mandy was confused at first by the change in position, but within moments she was
delighted as she realized that not only was she going to be able to watch the trio in
front of her, but was also going to get to enjoy the thrill of having her husband's erect
prick sawing in and out of her wet needing pussy.
Her tongue lolling lustfully from between patted lips, the sexy blonde stared lustfully at
the spectacle of the dog's tapered red cock stroking in and out of the younger woman's
moist gaping cunt while Laura continued to suck and mewl hungrily over Hank's
distended prick. Her prurient excitement soaring lasciviously through her veins, Mandy
began to churn her bared ass back in wanton appreciation of Marc's cock sliding
tantalizingly back and forth between her pussy-lips.
"Fuck me, Marc darling," she moaned in urgent abandon, any grievances against her
husband totally forgotten now in the mounting fury of her need. "My pussy is all hot
and ready for you, sugar!"
"You think you're ready for it, do you, baby?" Marc asked sadistically, delighting in his
secret knowledge of what he intended to do to his unsuspecting young wife. His own
voice sounded thick and distorted to him as he continued to watch eagerly the shining
dog-cock ramming unhindered in and out of his mistress' wet accepting cunt-hole.
Marc looked at the big man whose cock his young lover was so greedily sucking, and
for a moment he felt a strange kind of kinship with the other man who was apparently
just as startled as Marc himself by the eager abandon of these two horny women. Lust
and amazement mingled on Hank Sumner's face as he clutched Laura's shining hair
convulsively while his eyes concentrated on her churning ass that was encouraging the
dog's rampaging fucking so energetically.
"Jeez, baby, you've got an ass that just won't quit, haven't you?" Hank exclaimed, a
quick grimace spreading across his features as he struggled to keep a rein on his
swelling excitement.
Marc's hostility toward the other people in the room was beginning to fade now as his
feelings became concentrated more and more exclusively on the pulsing sensations in
his erect prick and the lust-inciting vision of that red dog-prick penetrating his mistress'
welcoming pussy. What he wanted to do more than anything right now was bury his
own prick up in a soft wet place, and the thrill of his impending sodomy compelled him
to seek out the puckered sphincter of his wife's asshole.
Marc's prick was slick and shining from its contact against Mandy's seeping cuntal
furrow, and it slipped easily the first little way up into the blonde's unprepared anus.
But then the resistance came, and the older man could feel a hot tight pressure on his
slightly embedded cocktip as his wife's rectal muscles resisted the unnatural invasion.
"Dear God, what are you doing to me?" Mandy bellowed as the first inkling of her
husband's obscene intentions struck home. "Not there, Marc! You can't fuck me there!
Please!"
"Shut up, bitch!" he ordered her, though less out of anger this time than out of pure
raging excitement. "Lots of women like it. Maybe you will too."
"But it hu-u-u-urts, Marc! I can't stand it! Please stop!" The young wife's voice betrayed
all the pain and humiliation that were inundating her senses as her husband continued
to force his swollen prick far up into her tightly resisting rectum. Never before in her
life had she felt so used, so humiliated, and so hurt – both physically and emotionally.
Her husband really did despise her, so much so that he would subject her to even this
incredible depravity – and in front of other people too. In front of the man who had
lured away his mistress. And in front of his young cousin-mistress herself.
"Uuuggghhh," Marc grunted as he took a firm hold on Mandy's futilely struggling ass
cheeks and shoved his pulsing prick another inch up into the unbelievably tight
channel of her asshole. Never ad his cock felt so stimulated as it did now from the
rubbery glove-like clutch of her protesting anal muscles.
"Oh gawd, Marc, please stop!" Tears ran freely down Mandy's cheeks as she struggled
with the pain and humiliation of her entrapped position. She could feel her husband's
pelvis resting flush against her buttocks now, and realized that his whole hard thick
prick must be buried up in her stretched asshole. Now that he had stopped moving, she
was able to accustom herself somewhat to the unnatural presence up inside her asshole,
but she trembled in fearful apprehension of the moment when he would start moving
again. Now she felt only a dull discomfort. But what new agonies her husband's next
move might bring her she didn't know.
"Why don't you just try to relax, baby?" Marc suggested, his voice sounding less harsh
now as he began to experience a new tenderness for this lovely young woman whom he
now possessed in this new titillating way. Again he stood in awe of the erotic potential
of his voluptuous wife, and he felt a new desire to have her enjoy what he was doing to
her, to have her beg for more of his swollen prick up in her tight little asshole.
"Just try letting go, and I promise it won't hurt so much."
Willing to do anything to ease her discomfort, Mandy concentrated on clenching her
asshole as hard as she could and then letting go completely. After a few moments of
repeating this exercise, she found the pain had faded to a manageable ache. Now she
became aware of the new tenderness in her husband's voice and the way he was
running his hands caressingly over her upturned ass-cheeks. It occurred to her that
their obscene, unnatural mating seemed to have brought Marc closer to her in some
strange way and, suddenly excited by the lewd knowledge that she was taking a man's
prick up in her asshole for the first time, she began to churn her buttocks gingerly,
timidly encouraging the older man to work his cock around inside her ass.
At once amazed and delighted by this first glimmering of response on his wife's part to
his lewd sodomy, Marc began to work his cock back and forth in her rectum, at first
just taking it an inch at a time in either direction, but then, as the shapely blonde
voiced no protest, starting to work his prick in and out in longer, surer strokes. Within
minutes he was ramming his stiff prick forward and back in his wife's distended asshole
as smoothly as though it were a second cunt, and Mandy herself was churning her hips
lasciviously in search of more and more of the perverse sodomizing pleasure.
"Oh yes, darling," she mewled wantonly, surprised at her own total acceptance of this
unnatural penetration. "Fuck my asshole, sugar! It feels wonderful! You make me feel
so good, Marc!"
Totally engrossed in his overwhelming desire for this uninhibited beauty taking his
whole stiff prick up into her stretched asshole, Marc forgot for a moment about the
lewd orgy taking place before them, and concentrated on the tantalizing feel of that
clinging rubbery flesh on his aching cock.
Mandy and her husband had become the center of attention in the sensuous
atmosphere of the library. Laura had turned her head from Hank's glistening prick
when she realized that Marcus was actually planning to fuck his wife in the asshole.
She'd been worried about Mandy at first. It sounded as though the other woman were
really suffering.
But at the same time, the young brunette could feel nagging tendrils of perverse lust
taunting her already impaled cunt as she realized the forbidden nature of the act the
married couple was performing. When Mandy's moans of pain began to change into
mewls of pleasure, Laura gave full vent to her rampant lustful imagination, and humped
her ass-cheeks energetically back to meet the dog's prick while her mind reveled in the
new fantasy of being fucked in the ass.
Hank Sumner too felt the fires of lust burning higher in his veins as he realized the
incredible scope of the orgiastic happening he'd provoked in the Vandemeer household.
He began to feel a new respect for the other man, who had recovered from his shame
and anger to participate in his own wild way in the orgy. It seemed that he had actually
discovered brothers under the skin in this unusual family of wealthy socialites. They
were all operating on the same wavelength now. Hank pulled the young Laura's head
back to his aching prick while he continued to watch the lewd spectacle of the strong
older man, still fully clothed except for his exposed prick, screwing his half-naked wife
relentlessly in the asshole while the woman's eyes became more and more glazed with
lust.
"Oh Marc darling, screw my asshole!" Mandy was mewling like a woman demented. "I
love that beautiful stiff prick of yours, honey!"
Egged on by his wife's lascivious words, the older man began to stroke faster and faster
up into her clinging ass until at last he could hold out no longer.
"Jee-sus Christ! I'm cumming!" he wailed, ramming his prick as far as it would go up
into the woman's asshole, filling her with the overflowing juices of his sated lust.
The knowledge that her husband was spilling his semen in her most forbidden passage
drove Mandy over the brink, and she began to hump back against Marc's prick with
demonic energy, as though forcing his cock to yield up to her every last ounce of cum it
had to offer.
"Me too, darling! Oh gawd, I'm cumm-ing-g-g!" The woman squirmed and gyrated
uncontrollably, her glazed eyes watching the lewdly entwined trio of dog, man and
woman as the culminating sparks of climactic energy began to fly with them too.
Watching the unnatural coupling between man and wife drove Hank Sumner to a high
plane of sensual pleasure that the big man knew could not endure for long. Hearing the
other two cry out their orgasms drove him over the peak and he began to shoot long
thick jets of semen between the kneeling teenager's greedily pursed lips, gripping her
head fiercely to make sure she didn't miss a drop of his wet explosion.
Swallowing eagerly to take all that jism, Laura felt the tell-tale daggers assailing her
loins too, and she writhed her ass convulsively back against the dog to satiate the
compelling waves of liquid release that were washing over her whole shuddering body.
Her ecstatic movements seemed to trigger the dog too, and she could feel him shooting
his sticky cum up into her quivering belly, even as the big man shot the last of his load
into her gulping throat.
The pretty nymph was totally filled now and she gurgled and mewled happily around
the deflating staff of the blackmailer's prick; licking and laving it clean with the
contented preoccupation of a child.
Four people that had started out as enemies in various degrees had now been united in
a strange kind of sensual bond, and they all lay in their own private euphoria for some
time, none feeling hurried to dress and leave, or to make apologies, or to voice insults.
There was a hushed lazy truce reigning amongst them, one that none of them had the
energy or inclination to break.
It was Marcus Vandemeer – the one who had been perhaps the most wronged, who
had at any rate felt the most injured – who finally broke the silence.
"Who's ready for lunch?" he asked. "I'm starved."
Epilogue It was a sunny late summer afternoon on the Cooper Ranch. The three
Vandemeers had come out from the city for a weekend visit, and Mandy, Laura and
Sharon Cooper were all lazing around the swimming pool, naked, their bodies gleaming
a smooth golden brown.
It was not the first time the Vandemeers had been out for the weekend, and all three of
them were losing their city pallor in favor of a healthy outdoors look.
"Where do you suppose those two guys got to?" Sharon asked, her face set in a
humorous expression of mock-peevishness.
"Well, we both know if we'd wanted this thing done right, we'd have had to do it
ourselves. And I'm just too darned lazy," Mandy drawled, peeking momentarily out
from beneath a large, floppy Mexican sombrero. She rolled slowly over onto her
stomach and set the hat aside, squinting toward the sliding glass doors that led into 
the house. "Well, I do declare! I think they're back. Already." She giggled and waved
enthusiastically at her husband and Hank Sumner as they struggled out onto the patio,
their arms laden with provisions.
"I thought you two were just going to buy supplies for one meal. It looks as though you
bought enough to feed us from now to Christmas," Laura observed from her sprawled
position on a chaise longue where she sipped a cool mint julep.
Hank set down his bags and rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. "Never you
mind. Just you wait until you see the goodies we've got here. We're going to have a
feast."
"I'm more interested in the goodies you've got here," Mandy commented dryly, and
patted a hand salaciously over the slight bulge in the crotch of her husband's pants.
Marc took her hand and squeezed it. Mandy noticed with tender amusement that he
looked excited as a kid running loose in a toy store.
"Mandy, you should see this man shop," he told his wife enthusiastically. "He really
knows what he's doing. He had that butcher run ragged looking for just the right cut of
meat. Turns out old Hank here was once a cook in the Navy. How about that? Seems
we even served on the same ship once... but at different times."
"And on different decks," Hank joked. "They only let me into officers' quarters to scrub
the floors."
"Hell, Hank, I bet you would have made a damned fine officer. You've got more guts
than most of them I ran up against." Marc reached inside one of the bags for a beer and
zipped it open, taking a long satisfying chug-a-lug. "Anybody else want a beer?" he
asked.
"Ugghh!" Sharon grimaced. "It must be hot as horse piss after that long drive back."
"Slightly more interesting flavor though," Marc replied, pinching one of the woman's
firm upright tits as he walked by her. "Well, Hank," he said cheerfully. "Should we get
some charcoal cooking, and get this show on the road?"
"Right. You start the fire, and I'll slice up the makings for some kebabs that you will
not believe. My mother's own recipe," he added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Mother, my ass," Sharon scoffed. "Your mother wouldn't know how to make anything
but Irish stew. I'd believe you more if you said some kind little hooker in Hong Kong
took you under her wing and showed you all her family secrets."
Hank looked at her wide-eyed. "Well, isn't that something! How did you guess that,
woman?"
"Cut that 'woman' crap. It's 'boss' to you, remember?" Sharon giggled as her employee
bent forward and tweaked playfully at her pussy-hair.
"Speaking of sexual foreplay," Laura commented dryly from her roost on the chaise
longue. "I was hoping we might get some action in before we ate. You all know how
hard it is to fuck on a full stomach."
"Right you are!" Enthusiastically Marc lept fully clothed atop his young cousin and
began to tickle her tits and belly.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Laura begged, her laughter verging on hysteria.
"That's what you get for being too pushy," the older man told her as he rose to his feet
and began to unbuckle his trousers. "And then, you get this for being too pushy." He
stepped out of his pants and, holding his prick firmly in his hand, knelt and shoved it
between the girl's eagerly ovaled lips.
"That looks like one hell of an idea!" Sharon commented excitedly, and she kneeled in
front of her foreman and pulled his prick from his pants, immediately beginning to lick
the rounded tip with salacious swipes of her tongue.
Mandy could feel her own pussy pulsing wetly as she watched the beginning of another
orgy at the Cooper Ranch. She was in no hurry to join in. She knew her turn would
come soon enough. In fact she thought she might go and invite one of the dogs to join
the fun.
For the moment though she was content to watch the scene of happy sensuality around
her. She realized it had been the best thing that could ever have happened to her
marriage the day Hank Sumner came by and threatened to expose her sexual antics if
he didn't get to fuck young Laura.
The episode that Saturday morning had loosened them all up, brought them startlingly
face to face with the seemingly endless capacity of their individual lust – and a wider
and more interesting way to indulge it than in the cloying confines of marriage.
She and Marc had never fucked so often nor so well as they had in the last couple of
months. Despite the fact that they were each enjoying the company of other lovers.
Laura had become a closer member of the family that even now they both enjoyed
making love to her. It seemed almost unbelievable to the young wife now that both she
and Marc had struggled for so long in their mutual misery, totally ignorant of the
simple fact that marriage – the very fact of marriage – had imprisoned them both.
They had tried to become people they weren't, with unhappy results for both of them.
Stroking a hand gingerly over her excitement swollen clitoris, she reached over and ran
her other hand lustily over her hostess' shapely tanned ass, investigating lewdly the
mysterious crack between her buttocks. Hurray for group sex! she thought wantonly.
Then she bent forward and began to prod her tongue against the puckered sphincter of
her girl friend's asshole.
She giggled to herself as she heard Laura panting under the hard penetrating strokes of
Marc's prick.
"What a way to work up an appetite!" the teenager moaned, her voice rising into a lusty
wail.


THE END
