The Neighbor's Dog
by Janet McCoy


CHAPTER ONE 

Dawn was just breaking through the bedroom curtains, but already Kay Brock 
was wide awake. She had been staring at the ceiling for what seemed like 
hours, watching the plaster patterns there become more and more distinct in 
the growing light. 

She felt a rustle of movement beside her. Intuitively she realized that her 
husband was awake, too. There was something quite deliberate about the way 
his body suddenly rolled closer to hers. 

"Mel? You awake?" 

He said nothing, but his hand reached out and closed over the sensitive 
mound of her cunt. One finger began to slide inside her gash, searching out 
the hidden bud of her clitoris. 

Horny as she was-they hadn't fucked in over a week-Kay rolled away from him, 
disguising her reluctance in an exaggerated reach for the alarm clock. 

She stretched and started to sit up. "We've still got ten minutes, but I may 
as well get the coffee started. Got a lot of chores to do today." 

She started to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, but her husband 
caught hold of her hips and held her firmly. 

"Oh, no you don't, baby. Not so fast. I'm in the mood for a little exercise 
this morning. How about you, doll? You must be wanting it, too. Jeez, it's 
been weeks, hasn't it?" 

"Eleven days to be exact," Kay answered, letting herself relax under her 
husband's grip, resigning herself to her fate. 

Mel laughed a short dry laugh. "Keeping count, are you?" he asked, a little 
bitterly. "Loading up ammunition, I suppose, for the next time you want to 
tell me all about how crummy your sex life is." 

Kay felt herself shiver. Already it was starting, the bad feelings that 
always seemed to surface when they fucked. Otherwise they got on well 
enough, but as lovers they just didn't gel. He felt she was robbing him of 
his manhood. She felt she was cheated of the richer, more romantic sex life 
she so desperately longed for. 

She made a frantic effort to distract his attention, to restore the amorous 
feelings he'd obviously had earlier. Groping under the covers, she 
discovered the already half-erect shaft of his prick and grasped it tenderly 
in her hand, running her fingers up and down the throbbing length. 

"Let's not fight, darling," she whispered in his ear, darting her tongue out 
to explore inside, blowing on the sensitive membranes. She knew how much Mel 
liked to have a woman blow in his ear. 

"I want you to make love to me, Mel. I want you to fuck me. I need it so 
bad." 

Her ploy seemed to have worked. Again her husband's hand was playing over 
the crinkly hairs of her pussy, his fingers parting the smooth moist 
cunt-flesh beneath. Abruptly one finger found the opening to her cunt and 
soared up inside, wriggling and exploring there, starting the hot flow of 
her pussy-juices. 

"You want me to fuck you, do you, doll? Well, that's more like it. I was 
kind of thinking you might be ready for it this morning. You were tossing 
and turning like a she-cat all night. That's a sure sign of horniness in a 
woman." 

Kay smiled indulgently to herself. Mel always prided himself on 
understanding all about women. "You can read 'em like a book," he'd always 
say to his pals. And, as a matter-of-fact, this time he was right. 

Kay was incredibly horny. But all night she'd been having half-conscious 
dreams, not always fucking her own dear husband, but about meeting and being 
seduced by some romantic Latin lover. One who would take the time to open up 
all the facets of her sensuality. One who would help her realize the full 
potential of her passion, something her husband never bothered to get 
involved in. 

But now, as her hand stroked steadily up and down the thick shaft of her 
husband's steadily growing prick, Kay forgot about last night's dreams and 
concentrated on the finger fucking in and out of her wet cunt. 

It was feeling so good. His finger working around inside her clasping, ready 
pussy was exciting. All kinds of darting little lust tendrils soared through 
her quivering body. Mel had pushed her nightgown up around her neck now and 
was busily sucking on the full, firm mound of one upthrust tit. 

"Oh, that's good, honey," she moaned huskily, her eyes closing, her head 
rocking gently from side to side on her pillow as she immersed herself in 
sensation-the sensation rising from her sensitive hardening hippie, shooting 
down to collide rousingly with the tremors escaping from her hotly 
responding cunt. 

The excited wife began to rock her full naked hips up to meet the drumming 
assault of Mel's finger in her cunt. At the same time, she stroked his cock 
in tempo with his finger-fucking, enjoying the lewd realization that they 
were masturbating each other in rhythm, almost like dancers anxious to keep 
in step. 

"Oh, Mel baby, I love the way you suck my tits." Now his mouth had deserted 
the first nipple, and was munching greedily on the other, covering the 
tender nub with an obscene sheen of saliva. "Ooohhh, do it like that. Yes, 
honey. It feels so yummy." 

It was happening the way it always happened with Kay. She was losing herself 
totally in the wonderful game of lovemaking, her near-naked body hungrily 
absorbed in the tremulous excitement of pure lust. She could feel her whole 
being wonderfully alive, shaky, her nerve-endings dancing with eager 
stimulation. 

"Aaaahh, yessss. Fuck me with your finger, Mel. My pussy is getting all wet, 
darling. It needs you so bad." 

Mel was becoming incredibly excited himself by the uninhibited way in which 
his pretty wife was responding to his lovemaking. He could feel her whole 
shapely body quaking expectantly next to him, could feel the growing 
moisture in her cunt, and it made his throbbing cock grow rock-hard to know 
how much she wanted him. How ready she was to fuck. 

He raised his head from her tits for a moment and watched her lovely face 
contorting in the building paroxysm of uncontrolled need. Though her eyes 
were closed, her mouth was twisting out the savage intensity of her desire. 

"Mmmmm, yessss," she groaned, her hips gyrating wantonly up against his 
drumming finger. "Fuck, oh fuck, darling. I love your finger in my cunt, Mel 
honey. Do it some more. Make me feel good." 

The normally rather mild-mannered Mel had always felt a little overawed by 
the raw force of his wife's sensuality. It was almost as though there was 
too much of it. He felt sometimes that fucking Kay was more like trying to 
tame a typhoon than losing himself in pleasure. 

Today, though, he felt ready for her. He'd held off screwing for days, 
dreading another scene like the last time. But now he was full of urgent 
need, and so was she. He felt she would be satisfied today with his kind of 
love. 

"Like that, baby?" he asked her, his voice hoarse with lust. 

"Ohhhh, yesss, Mel. I love it. I love it." 

"How about a little more then, sweetheart? How would you like me to fuck you 
with that big old cock you're playing with there?" He looked down excitedly 
at where her fingers were caressing the stiff shaft of his throbbing prick. 
"Would you like my fat old prick in your pussy, Kay honey?" 

Just his words seemed to be driving the writhing woman to new heights of 
unabashed arousal, and she began to make little jerking motions up into the 
air with her hips, as though her cunt was looking for something more to fill 
its rapacious need. 

"Oh Gawd, yesss!" she moaned, her words emerging from her mouth like a weird 
animal wail. She had abandoned her role of sweet gentle housewife. Now she 
was nothing more than a primitive mass of sensual needs, a cavewoman hungry 
for cock. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Mel honey!" she almost yelled, her excitement obviously 
increasing as her husband took charge of his cock, poising himself over her 
and guiding the bulbous head to the waiting wet hole of her cunt. 

She felt the dull urgent pressure of his cock-head against her pussy and a 
low grunt escaped her passion-parted lips. 

"Aaaaahhh. Oh, Gawd! Gawd! Yesss, yessss, Mel! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!" 
Impulsively she reached up around him and grasped his hips, helping to guide 
him into her, forcing his cock far up into her greedily clutching cunt. 

"Mel, honey, your cock's in me!" she moaned in pagan ecstasy, her eyes wide 
open now, but unseeing as she reveled in the thick filling sensation of 
having her pussy filled with hard cock. 

"Oooohh, ooooohh. Uhh." Now his stiff prick was buried in her cunt all the 
way, and she closed her eyes for just a moment and flicked her tongue across 
her lips. "It's beautiful. It feels so beautiful, baby. I love your big 
cock, Mel darling." 

His whole being swelling with pride and with the pure electric excitement of 
fucking a woman who was not only willing but wildly enthusiastic, Mel began 
to slowly pull his prick from its tight resting place far up in his wife's 
cunt. Then, when only the very tip was still buried in her moist cuntal 
depths, he stroked back up into her hole, enjoying the wide-eyed arousal on 
her face. 

As the urgency of his need became more and more intense, Mel began to 
establish a steadily increasing fuck-rhythm up into his wife's cunt, until 
he was stroking into her hole with all his might. His brain reeled with the 
erotic stimulation of her clutching wet cunt caressing every inch of his 
rigid cock, and he could feel the awesome pressure building, building in his 
balls. 

"Kay, your pussy's like honey! Gawd, my prick's feeling so damned good. 
Jee-zuz, what a cunt! Uuuuhhh!" He became totally absorbed in the sheer 
effort of his fuck-rhythm, concentrating totally on the pleasure tingling in 
his cock and balls. 

Writhing wantonly beneath her excited husband, Kay could feel her 
passion-tensed body climbing steadily higher, toward a dimly perceived 
pinnacle of burgeoning lust. Maybe today would be the day she'd achieve 
orgasm while her husband was fucking her. Not that it had never happened 
before. It had. A couple of times. 

But today she was so intensely excited that she firmly believed she could do 
it. Her tits and pussy seemed swollen with the heavy burden of their 
palpitating arousal. Her cunt was afire with the dancing darts of soaring 
lust. Yes, it was there, somewhere deep inside. Her orgasm was fighting to 
break free, to send rushing waves of pleasure swooping throughout her whole 
expectant being. 

Again she closed her eyes and concentrated on her struggle, feeling his 
thick hard cock stroking smoothly, steadily into her dilating cunt. 

"Jee-zuz, Kay baby! You're doing it to me, doll! I'm shooting my wad into 
you! Open up, here I commmmeeee!" 

Even as her husband writhed out the overwhelming force of his climax, Kay 
felt her whole body tighten and shrivel with disappointment. Almost 
instantaneously the soaring pangs of passion were gone and in their 
place-nothing. A deadness. 

It was like someone had just turned out the lights in her soul. 

When Mel had finally worked out the last shudders of his release, he rolled 
over onto his back and was silent. He knew that somehow he had failed her 
again. She hadn't reached orgasm, and he had. 

And now, he knew, she was thinking he was a Number One Shit for not having 
waited for her. Time and again, she had told him she needed more foreplay. 
She needed to have things stretched out longer, so she could build up to her 
release. But, hell, what was he supposed to do? Was it his fault she had a 
delayed-reaction cunt? 

Feeling a painful mixture of guilt and anger and confusion, he flung the 
covers aside and got out of bed. He grabbed a clean towel from the hall 
closet and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. 

For several minutes, Kay lay motionless on the bed, her brain echoing with 
the pain of words left unsaid. 

This was why she had instinctively tried to avoid a fuck this morning. How 
many times had she lain here like this, feeling this painful emptiness? 
Emptiness of body, of soul, of mind. 

Why couldn't he wait for me, just once? her brain screamed, but there was no 
sound, no tear to betray her anguish. It's been such a long time since he 
cared enough to make me come. 

Slowly she dragged herself from the bed and grabbed an old worn dressing 
gown of Mel's, tying it tightly around her, covering as much of her 
voluptuous body as she could. She wanted to forget it, forget she had a 
body. Forget she had these aching needs that went unfulfilled, time and time 
again. As she went down the stairs to the main floor, she could feel her 
swollen pussy-lips grazing tauntingly against each other, but the feeling 
was not one of pleasure. It was more an aching reminder. A tease. An 
I-told-you-so. 

In the kitchen, she made more noise than was really necessary, clattering 
pots and pans in her search for the big iron frypan, turning the water on 
full-blast to fill up the coffee percolator. The noise soothed her somehow, 
helped release some of the tension she felt. 

Breakfast was ready when Mel finally entered the kitchen, looking handsome 
in a clean gold-colored sports shirt and slightly faded dungarees. Kay felt 
a little ache deep inside as she recalled for just an instant how much she 
had loved him when they married, almost four years ago. Now she wasn't sure 
what she felt, other than sorry for both of them. 

At the moment she envied Mel his job. He could go out and concentrate on 
seeing that the right boxes got loaded in the right trucks all day-he could 
forget the mess here at home. 

On the other hand, Kay realized that she would probably brood about this 
morning's failure all day long. Already she could feel the lethargy of 
defeat seeping into her bones. 

"I'm not going to have time for breakfast this morning, Kay. We got a 
foreman's meeting, and I'm practically late already." He took a couple of 
quick gulps of the coffee she had set out for him and reached for his jacket 
that hung on a peg by the back door. 

Kay's jaw dropped open. This was the last straw. 

"I don't suppose you could have mentioned that a little earlier," she said 
through clenched teeth. 

"Sorry. It kind of slipped my mind, what with everything else this morning." 
His voice sounded bitter, and his eyes refused to meet hers. 

"Jesus, that's some excuse." Kay knew her voice was too shrill, but she 
couldn't keep rein on herself any longer. "At least you got your rocks off 
this morning. What about me? If a good memory depended on a good sex life, I 
wouldn't be able to remember my own name." 

"Goddamn you, bitch!" he snarled in a voice that just managed to retain 
self-control. He was afraid to loose the full fury of his rage. Afraid of 
what he might do. "No wonder I can't keep it in you very long. Who wants to 
fuck a nagging whiner like you anyway?" 

"You bastard!" she screamed. The tears were flowing hot and heavy down her 
cheeks now. 

"Don't worry that I'm keeping all the pleasure to myself either, bitch," he 
threw back at her as he stood in the open doorway, one hand on the knob. ' T 
can get just as much fun out of a thick slab of liver. And the liver don't 
give me a goddamned pain in the ass!" 

He had just closed the kitchen door behind him when a plate of eggs, bacon 
and hash browns came hurtling through the air, crashed and splattered over 
the pale yellow surface. 

Kay stared dumbfounded at her handiwork. She'd never done anything so 
violent before. For a moment she felt pleased with herself, glad she'd been 
able to vent some of her rage. 

But then the gnawing pain came back and she collapsed into a kitchen chair. 
She buried her head in her arms and wept. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Tom Benson was wandering around his living room, naked, looking for a 
cigarette. He had been awake for less than five minutes, and he was feeling 
groggy and a little irritable, the way he always felt first thing in the 
morning. 

"Where the hell are my goddamned cigarettes?" he boomed back into the 
bedroom where his wife was still in bed and asleep. One of the things that 
irritated him most was having somebody else sleeping while he was awake and 
suffering. 

"Wha ... what's the matter?" a scarcely coherent female voice answered from 
the adjoining bedroom. 

"I said 'Where are my cigarettes?' I know I bought a new pack yesterday. 
They can't all be gone already." The big man scattered magazines, newspapers 
and odds and ends of scrap paper to left and right as he doggedly continued 
his search. 

"Why don't you try the usual place ... the top drawer in the desk." His wife 
sounded more alert now. 

Tom followed her suggestion and returned triumphant to the bedroom, a 
lighted hundred-twenty millimeter between his lips. 

"Was I right?" His wife Sylvia was sitting up in bed now, her back propped 
against her pillow, her long red hair flowing long and lustrous down either 
side of her face. 

"Just like always," he told her as he landed heavily on the bed and 
stretched out beside her on top of the covers. He turned his head around and 
surveyed her critically as he took a long drag on his cigarette. 

She'd let the blankets fall down to her waist and her naked tits stood out 
firm and proud. She was obviously aware of his eyes on their milky-white 
smoothness, and she thrust her chest out a little more, giving him a sultry 
grin when his eyes met hers. 

He reached out and gave one of her pink nipples a playful tweak. 

"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "I keep forgetting what a beautiful wife I've got. 
That's a fine set of tits you've got there, Mrs. Benson." 

"Thank you, Mr. Benson," she replied in her low seductive voice. She and Tom 
had met on the telephone. It was her voice that had gotten him. He figured 
any woman with a voice like that had to be a sexy knockout, and he had been 
right. Their five-year marriage had been one long orgy. 

He tweaked harder on her tender little nipple and grinned as he watched her 
lovely pale face writhe in an ecstatic grimace. 

"Like that, beautiful?" he asked her. He was aware of his cock beginning to 
lurch into life as he fondled the firm, lust-inciting swells of his mate's 
tits. Even after all this time, he couldn't get over how smooth they were, 
or how easily they could be aroused to a hard, tingly excitement. 

"I love it," she groaned. "God, Tom. You can turn me on quicker and better 
than any man I know." 

"That's quite a compliment, considering all the men you know," her husband 
kidded her. "I think at that last party you must have fucked at least four 
guys." 

"Six," she corrected him. He noticed her eyes were clouding with lust as she 
stared longingly over at the half-erect shaft of his cock. "Oooohh, Tom 
darling, it's getting hard already. Does it want me to make it feel good, 
sweetie? Oh, I love your beautiful sweet prick. I want to taste it. Can I?" 

She looked at him with her wide green, Irish-girl eyes. A sexy look. Already 
her lower lip was trembling with the intensity of her desire. 

Tom patted the tip of his cock lovingly and then lay back in total 
surrender, his arms at his sides. 

"Take me. I'm yours, baby." 

His voluptuous wife lost little time in positioning herself between his 
legs, her face bent to within a scant inch of his twitching cock. She 
gripped the base firmly with her hand and extended her tongue with the eager 
anticipation of a child "about to enjoy her favorite flavor-of-the-month. 

"Ahh, jeez," Tom moaned as just the very tip of her tongue prodded against 
the slit in the end of his prick. Lewdly, she investigated the tiny orifice, 
washing it clean with longer, greedier swipes of her tongue, lapping up any 
drops of semen that might have been hovering there from the first glow of 
his excitement. 

Then her attentions became bolder and her tongue made broader and broader 
circles around the steadily inflating knob, coating it with an obscene 
lacquer-coat of her saliva. 

Teeth clenched against the raw force of his arousal, the big man looked down 
to watch her full sensuous lips gradually close in on his throbbing 
cock-head. When she had the whole head slick, her lips closed over it and 
began to nibble with a greedy little quivering movement of her mouth that 
almost drove him insane with desire. 

"God, you really know how to suck cock, baby," he told her, his eyes wide as 
he watched his pulsing prick grow before his very eyes under the incredible 
stimulus of her talented mouth. 

"That's because I just love to have a nice thick prick in my mouth, lover. 
You men will never understand how good it feels to suck a nice, smooth, 
solid cock." 

As soon as she'd spoken, her mouth returned to his upthrust cock-shaft, and 
now she lowered her mouth all the way down on his erect dick, enclosing its 
entire swollen length in the smooth buttery confines of her throat. She 
began a lewd bobbing motion of her head, raising and lowering it steadily 
over his glistening cock, dealing moist tantalizing pleasure to every inch 
of it. 

"Jesus, that's it, baby. Christ, my prick feels like it's being dipped in a 
vat of honey." Tom had raised himself on his elbows now, so he could more 
easily watch the whole show of her full pink lips working their obscene way 
up and down his intensely excited cock. 

"Mmm, what a mouth! What a mouth!" As he watched her rhythmic movements over 
his stiff prick he unconsciously began to thrust his hips up a little to 
meet her lips on their downstroke. The erotic liquid sensation was so 
intense that he found himself moving his hips more and more rapidly, urging 
her to take all of his cock faster and deeper into her throat. 

"Hhhhhh," Sylvia moaned around the steadily sawing cock in her mouth. 
Dutifully she opened her mouth wider, bobbed her head more energetically to 
meet the increased tempo of her husband's answering upstrokes. 

"Oh, Jesus, baby, I love fucking that sweet mouth of yours. It's so soft and 
slippery and ... UUGGghhh!" His words faded off as her tongue made another 
unbelievable dart and swipe around the sensitive head of his cock. His prick 
felt solid as steel now, so awesome was the internal pressure that swelled 
its girth to full erect size. 

As he watched her lewdly ovaled lips, a new obscene idea occurred to Tom. 

"Hey, baby, let me see you play with yourself while you suck me. Your little 
twat must be oozing wet by now. Come on, move around a bit so I can watch 
you." 

He reached out and tugged on her shoulders, so his wife had no choice but to 
shift her position. She was now kneeling at her husband's side, her full 
profile easily visible to him. 

The idea of having her husband watch her play with her snatch inspired new 
lustful fires in Sylvia. Timidly, she reached down and stroked the slick tip 
of her clitoris with a finger. At once the nubbin responded by swelling a 
little. 

"MMMmmm, feels good," she mumbled around Tom's cock. "You get the best 
ideas, Tom darling. My little clit was just crying for attention." 

The excited husband surveyed the lush profile of his kneeling wife's naked 
body, first watching her mouth work up and down his prick, then watching her 
finger prod up between her shapely thighs. It aroused him intensely to see 
her hips beginning to churn salaciously in response to her own manipulations 
along the moist, hairy slit of her cunt. 

"God, that's a dynamite little twat you've got there, baby. Everything seems 
to turn it on." 

He watched her finger swirl round and round the peak of her clitoris, then 
probe farther back up between the red-haired flanges of her pussy. Obviously 
she was searching out the yielding hole to her ripe ready cunt. 

"Aaaahh," she moaned around his sawing prick. At last she had embedded a 
finger the first little way up in her wet cunt, and the clutching walls 
welcomed the intrusion by releasing even more of her copious juices. "Feels 
wonderful. So good. My cunt's so hot, Tom honey." 

"When's your cunt not hot, Sylvia? Always ready for it, that's my darling 
wife. Lucky for me I've got a few dozen assistants willing to help me out at 
a moment's notice." 

"I still like yours best, darling. I love the way your thick prick reaches 
all the way to the back of my throat ... fills me up. Mmmm." 

Though he was able to kid with his wife, Tom hadn't lost any of the intense 
sensations being dealt his cock by her talented mouth. Still his hips 
continued to work their way up and down under her wide-ovaled mouth, sending 
his aching cock soaring into her eager throat with maddening regularity. 

"Keep it up, doll. Feels damned good." 

Sylvia's finger was skewering with heated enthusiasm now in and out of her 
flaring cunt while her butt churned wantonly in lascivious appreciation of 
her own expert manipulations. She could feel the darting tremors of 
uncontrollable passion growing stronger in her belly. 

She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked-badly. 

"Tom darling," she mewled, "my pussy's so wet and excited. It wants to be 
fucked, honey." 

"So you want to be fucked, eh, doll?" her husband taunted her. He was 
enjoying watching his wife become more and more turned on by sucking his 
cock and playing with her own pussy. He wanted it to continue, and he knew 
just how that could be managed. 

"I've got one hell of an idea, baby. Why don't we let Jet have his turn this 
time around?" 

His wife's face lit up with joy as she looked at him around the bulbous head 
of his prick. 

"Oh yes, darling! Make Jet fuck me. He's such a beautiful lover. And that 
way I can keep on sucking your big old cock, too." 

"Here, Jet! Get on in here, boy!" Tom called. Almost at once his summons was 
answered by a large black German shepherd who came bounding in from the 
living room.... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"That's a good boy. Good boy," Tom soothed the dog as he jumped up on the 
bed and began licking his master's face. "Okay, fella, enough's enough. Time 
for you to get down to some serious business here. It's your pretty mistress 
there who really wants to see you." 

The excited man nudged the dog gently in Sylvia's direction, encouraging him 
to investigate the kneeling women's seeping cunt. 

Once the dog caught the scent of a female in heat he needed no further 
encouragement, and he prodded his nose inquisitively up between the 
redhead's avidly churning ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, God!" Sylvia wailed. "His nose is so cold, Tom! Ooh, feels so good on 
my asshole, darling!" 

The big man could feel a lurch of excitement in his prick at his wife's 
perversely arousing words. He loved to watch her turn on to their specially 
trained dog. It had been one of his long-time fantasies to see a woman get 
screwed by an animal, and even now, though he'd watched Sylvia get fucked by 
Jet many times, it was still intensely titillating to him. 

Sylvia moaned throatily and nearly fell forward over her husband's loins as 
she felt that cold, moist nose prod excitingly against her rubbery 
cunt-hole. Her reaction to both cold and pressure was immediate, and without 
thinking she began to thrust her ass back, searching out more of the 
delicious, though unnatural sensation. 

"Oh, I wish he could fuck me with that nice cold nose of his. It feels so 
incredibly good on my pussy." 

Tom could see that his wife's excitement was increasing by the way her head 
bobbed more abandonedly over his upthrust prick, and he waited expectantly 
for the next shock to her senses that would mean more liquid pleasure for 
his cock. 

That shock came almost at once in the form of the animal's tongue lapping 
all the way up from the kneeling woman's clitoris to the puckered little 
hole of her ass. 

"Oh Tom, ooohhh darling! I don't know how much more of this I can stand! 
Make him fuck me, darling. Please make him fuck me! My pussy's all ready for 
him." 

Tom felt a sadistic tingle at the idea of making his wife wait just a little 
longer, and he made no reply to her urgent request. Instead he watched in 
rapt fascination as the dog's big head burrowed up between Sylvia's thighs 
and his long red tongue darted out to lap once again up over the tremulous 
slit of her cunt. 

"Aaarrrrgghhh! It's killlling meeee!" the redhead groaned in feverish 
frustration as her buttocks thrust eagerly back, as though to try to trap 
the dog's tongue between them, to make him fuck her with that. "I want 
something inside me, Tom darling! Pleeeease make him fuck me!" 

In a perverse way, Sylvia was enjoying her agonized suffering. Long ago she 
had discovered that anticipation was at least half the fun, and she knew 
that the longer she had to wait for that wonderful hard dog-cock, the better 
it would feel. But still the heated longing in her belly was almost 
unbearable, and she sucked like a woman demented on her husband's ramrod 
prick, waiting for that lovely moment when her husband would give the dog 
his command to mount her. 

Tom was beginning to feel like a bit of a heel for prolonging his wife's 
agony. After all, she was certainly doing wonderful things for his swollen 
cock-shaft. The least he could do was see that she got her jollies, too. 

Balancing his upper body against one elbow, he reached over and patted 
Sylvia's fine shapely ass. 

"Come on, Jet! Up, boy, up!" he bellowed. As though the dog were a puppet on 
a string, he immediately responded to the command, abandoning his nosy 
prodding at the female's crotch and mounting up behind her. His dark furry 
legs made an obscene contrast to the alabaster smoothness of her flesh where 
they straddled her full firm hips. 

Sylvia's whole body quivered expectantly as she realized she was now on the 
obscene brink of getting exactly what she'd been waiting for. The dog was in 
fucking position now. All that remained was for him to get that hard slick 
dog-cock of his safely buried in her aching cunt. 

Her husband watched in fascination as the protruding shaft of the dog's 
tapered red prick bobbed lewdly between his wife's thighs while the dog 
struggled to find her cunt-hole. The animal's hips humped feverishly against 
her wriggling butt, never slowing, never expressing any doubt that he would 
at last penetrate his expectant quarry. 

Thought her attention was nervously focused on the struggle going on behind 
her, Sylvia automatically continued sucking the turgid human-prick before 
her. Ones or twice she felt the animal's cock catch on the edge of her twat, 
and she moaned in feverish expectancy each time. But each time the hard rod 
slipped away from her pussy's eager grasp and she trembled anew with 
frustration. 

At last she turned her head to the side and gazed pleadingly at her husband. 
"Please help him, Tom," she asked in a passion-weakened voice. "I don't know 
how much longer I can put up with this torture. I've got to have his cock 
inside me. Please." 

"You know old Jet always comes through sooner or later, baby," her husband 
answered coldly, his eyes afire with lust as he watched the red dog-cock 
slipping and sliding in the crack of her ass. "Just be patient, baby. Be 
patient." 

"That's easy for you to say." Sylvia felt she was almost on the verge of 
tears now. She thought of reaching back and grabbing Jet's prick herself, 
but she felt she daren't abandon her first duty to her husband's pulsing 
cock in her mouth. So, despite her mounting agony of need, she continued to 
dip her tongue into the little slit in the knob, whirl it around the 
swelling cock-head, suck until her jaws started to ache-while her cunt 
continued to beg for Jet's big dog-prick. 

Just at the final moment, when Sylvia was beginning to think she would have 
to take matters in her own hands, she felt the wonderful hard pressure 
against her yielding cunt-mouth give way to a stiff thick presence up 
between her clutching pussy-walls. 

"Oh, oooohhhh! Oh, my God, he's found it! Oh, Tom darling, his lovely big 
prick is inside meee!" 

Overcome with her own delighted excitement, she braced herself against the 
first slight pain and shoved her ass-cheeks back in open invitation to the 
animal's unyielding thrust. Up, Up, up into her greedy cunt she felt his 
erect smooth prick soar, and her whole body seemed to cry with the agonizing 
sweetness of this first fulfillment. 

There was no pleasure like feeling a hard swollen cock filling and expanding 
her where there had been nothing before. 

Without pausing in the forward thrust of this initial impalement, the dog 
rammed his prick all the way against the end of her cunt-passage and then 
withdrew almost all the way. Then again, he was shoving his burgeoning cock 
up into her hole, then pulling back. The establishment of a swift, exciting 
fuck-rhythm came almost at once, and Sylvia wasted no time in picking up the 
tempo. 

Soon her ass-cheeks were churning back against the animal's hairy loins as 
though her life depended on the feverish vigor of her response. 

And in a sense Sylvia felt that it did. The darting pangs of lust soaring 
throughout her kneeling naked body were so intense that she felt a crying 
need to work out the titillating sensation, to free herself of some of the 
awesome burden of pleasure. 

"Oh, my God, my God!" she wailed, her voice shaky from the hard pummeling 
the dog was giving her from behind. "My pussy feels so good, darlings! Soooo 
good!" 

To remind her of a job unfinished, Tom rammed his momentarily abandoned cock 
up hard against her lips, forcing her to open wide and let his tool enter 
her throat again. She made no protest. In fact, she seemed only too happy to 
have the stiff shaft sawing between her lips again, fulfilling the urgent 
oral need to suck and slaver while she was fucked so hard and deep and well 
from behind. 

Tom drank in the lewd sight of his lovely red-headed wife kneeling 
submissively over his throbbing cock, sucking it to ever-increasing hardness 
while a dog's prick reamed her relentlessly from behind. He felt her long 
soft hair grazing his belly and thighs while her head bobbed obscenely up 
and down over his cock, and even this slight subtle sensation added another 
titillating ingredient to the rising force of his excitement. 

"God, doll, your mouth gets to feel better on my prick the more you suck it. 
I feel like I could fuck your mouth forever, Sylvia. Jeez!" His words had 
obviously excited her, for she made an extra-tantalizing swipe at his 
swollen cock-head with her tongue-tip, making him grit his teeth once again 
to steel himself against the almost uncontrollable strength of his own 
passion. 

"I love your cock, lover. I love Jet's lovely big prick, too. My pussy is so 
wet and excited, baby. You should feel that wonderful thing going back and 
forth...." 

"You should see his red prick shooting in and out of your little twat, 
Sylvia. God, it's so damned perverted." His voice faded off in a distorted 
grunt of lust as the realization struck of just how excitingly perverse 
their unnatural threesome was. 

Here they were, husband and wife enjoying an early-morning screw on a 
typical day in a typical week in a typical clean neat suburb. Only the wife 
was enjoying getting fucked from behind by her pet German shepherd, while 
he, her husband, was getting his kicks from watching while she sucked his 
prick. It was the perversity of what they were doing that turned him on the 
most. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Suck it, bitch, suck it!" Tom ordered his wife excitedly, the fury of his 
arousal making his words come out hard and ruthless. "God, look at that 
animal fuck you. You must have a cast-iron twat, baby, on top of everything 
else." 

"Oh, it feels so good, Tommy. I don't know how much longer I can go on 
without exploding. My pussy's on fire. Oh, God, it feels wonnnderful!" 

Husband and wife were both totally engrossed now in the growing excitement 
of their mutual fantasy. Each entertained lewd visions of how debaunched 
their erotic behavior was, and each felt the burning fires of lust growing 
hotter and hotter in their groins as the real intensity of their sensual 
involvement grew. 

The hard-driving fuck-rhythm that Jet had established in Sylvia's receptive 
cunt was causing more and more intense sparks of lust to ricochet throughout 
her naked squirming body. Her own building fever caused her to suck Tom's 
cock more abandonedly, which in turn gave him a secondhand version of how 
his wife was feeling. The hotter she felt, the hotter she made him feel. 

"Ohhh, Jeez, honey, you're doing it to me. I don't think I ... God, I'm 
coming! Ah, shit! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Tom's words escaped his lips 
fast and furious as he ground his hips energetically up towards Sylvia's 
face, forcing her to gulp down the entire load of his thick shooting sperm. 
It was only when the last orgasmic spasm had left him that his ass rested 
quietly down against the mattress. 

Before his climax was done, though, Sylvia, too, began to jerk out her own 
release. To be swallowing her husband's welling sperm while the German 
shepherd continued to screw her ruthlessly was all she needed to put her 
over the final rawedged brink. 

"Me, too, Tom darling! Oh, oooohhh, oh I'm dying! It's so good, so good! 
COOOMMIIINNGGG!!" 

Wave after wave of roiling passion swept over the slavishly kneeling redhead 
even as she continued to lick up the last salty-tasting drops of her 
husband's hot jism. The most exciting touch of all was that, while she 
thrust her ass hungrily back against the dog's loins to work out her 
excitement, Jet's cock swelled and shot up into her. She could feel the 
thick dog-jizz slipping from her cunt and rolling obscenely down her legs as 
the animal fucked his load into her insatiable cunt. 

"Jet's coming, too, Tom darling! He's filling me with his wonderful sperm! 
Oh, my beautiful, beautiful lovers!" 

Content in the knowledge that she now had the juices of both lovers' 
climaxes safely in her belly, Sylvia collapsed forward on her husband's 
stomach and lay perfectly still for several moments. 

Suddenly she was knocked roughly aside as her husband sprang from the bed 
and headed towards the bathroom. 

"Christ!" he exploded. "Almost eight-thirty, and I've got a sales meeting at 
nine!" He left the bathroom door open and turned the shower on full blast. 

"How about getting your favorite man some coffee, baby?" he shouted over the 
hissing roar of the water. 

"He's in Cleveland this week," she teased him. "But I'd be glad to get you 
some, Tom honey." 

"Watch yourself, woman, or I'll come out there sopping wet and spank your 
little ass for you." 

"Ooohh, sounds like fun," Sylvia trilled. "But then you'd never get to that 
dumb sales meeting of yours." 

Humming happily to herself, Sylvia went into the kitchen still naked, the 
dog following faithfully at her heels. 

"Poor Jet," she cooed, patting the animal's big head. "I bet you're 
starving. You know what? After that nice thing you did for your mama this 
morning, I'm going to give you your favorite thing. There. Steak. Now don't 
say I'm not good to my baby." 

The dog eagerly attacked the meat in the dog dish, all his attention devoted 
to his meal. Once again, Jet was just a dog, like any dog. When he was 
finished, Sylvia opened the back door for him. 

"Now, go play, lover. Have a good day, and don't bring home any stray 
ladies. You know how jealous I get." She hugged the animal, then let him out 
into the back yard. 

When Tom entered the kitchen, looking very business-like in a somber 
charcoal suit, Sylvia had coffee and hot buttered muffins waiting for him. 

"Honey, you're a gem," he complimented his attractive wife, pecking her on 
the cheek before digging into the muffins. "I'll get myself a good solid 
breakfast after the meeting." 

"You do that. I wouldn't want my favorite darling to go hungry. Give me a 
real kiss now, before you go." 

For long moments their mouths melted together, their tongues dueling in an 
abandoned, passionate oral embrace. 

"Hot damn!" Tom exclaimed when they were done. "Have I got myself a sexy 
wife." 

"Yes you have," Sylvia mocked him in a sing-song voice, her green eyes 
staring at him boldly, challengingly. 

"Now cut that out, or I'll have to rape you right here on the floor, and 
meeting be damned." 

"Now what would you say if I told you that was exactly what I had in mind?" 

"I'd say you should clean up your act. Now don't you want your husband to be 
the world's foremost insurance salesman? That means being at work on time." 

"Oh, pooh." She sulked, then smiled pertly. It was all only a game she loved 
to play. 

"You have a good day now, beautiful." 

"I will. Kay Brock said she'd come by for a visit this afternoon. That 
should be nice. Poor Kay. I think she's horribly unhappy, but it's hard to 
get her to talk about herself." 

"Tell me all about it tonight, honey. Got to run. See you later." 

"Bye, darling." 

Sylvia sang "Oh my darling Clementine" in a loud clear voice as she tied an 
apron primly around her naked waist and mixed soap and water in the sink for 
last night's dinner dishes. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Kay had wept for almost an hour after Mel left, and her face was still red 
and puffy. It was only a few minutes ago that she'd summoned up the energy 
to come out into the garden and immerse herself in taking care of her 
beloved plants. 

This was the very best part of having her own house, Kay thought. Being able 
to have a garden. She'd never had a pet in her life, but she'd always got 
equal pleasure from her quiet loving relationship with her roses, begonias 
and hydrangea. In fact, one reason she had never owned a dog was that she 
hated the way dogs tended to walk all over people's gardens. 

The high picket fence around her garden was to keep just such pests safely 
out. 

The attractive young housewife worked for almost two hours non-stop, 
weeding, pruning and transplanting until, with the sun almost directly 
overhead, she realized she was tired and sweaty. For early June, it was a 
remarkably hot day. 

Time to treat myself to a nice cold lemonade and a little doze in the sun, 
she decided. She went into the house and re-emerged moments later with a 
book, a blanket and a glass. 

She spread the blanket on the grass and, grateful for the freedom allowed by 
the tall fence that completely enclosed her little garden, she stripped off 
her shirt and jeans and stretched out on her belly in panties and bra. She 
had pulled her long blonde hair back in a ponytail and she swept this up 
over her head to allow her neck to enjoy the soothing warmth of the noontime 
sun. 

"Mmmm, feels wonderful," she murmured aloud. Propping the book up in front 
of her, she managed to read for several minutes, pausing for long refreshing 
sips of the lemonade. Then, succumbing to the lulling relaxation of the heat 
and the quiet, she closed her eyes and dozed. 

Kay had no idea how long she was asleep, but the next thing she was aware of 
was a cold shocking senstion high on the inside of one thigh, near the cleft 
of her panty-protected buttocks. 

The young blonde rolled over abruptly and sat up. 

"Jet, it's you." She breathed a sigh of relief as she recognized the 
Bensons' big German shepherd. "How in the world did you get in here? Didn't 
I close that latch properly?" She got up and went over to the gate. Sure 
enough, it was slightly ajar. No mystery then how the dog had managed to 
invade her inner sanctum. 

She was tempted to order the animal out at once, but he looked so appealing 
standing there wagging his tail at her that she relented. She fastened the 
latch and headed back to her blanket. 

"Okay, you can stay and visit for a while if you want. But if I see you so 
much as sniffing at a rose, out you go." 

She stretched out on her belly as before, with the book propped up in front 
of her, and tried to read. But she found she was totally unable to 
concentrate, for her treacherous mind kept harking back to that strange cold 
sensation of the dog's nose on the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh. 

Despite herself, she kept wondering if he might do it again-prod his 
icy-cold nose against the soft curve where her thigh met her buttocks. 

Her speculation was answered almost at once by a repeat of that cold shock, 
only this time a bit farther up between her thighs, just beneath the hem of 
her flimsy panties. 

"Oh, Gawd," she moaned automatically, her ass cringing forward a little in 
spontaneous response to the shock, but then relaxing back as though to 
invite more of the obscene titillation. 

She looked back over her shoulder and felt a strange tremor of desire as she 
watched the dog's muzzle probe lewdly along the sensitized slit between her 
ass-cheeks. She knew that she wanted more of the exciting stimulation, and 
the knowledge of how perverse her desire was only heightened her building 
lust. 

"Oh, yesss, it makes me feel so goood," she whispered excitedly as his cold 
wet nose ran down from the round swell of her ass, between her tremulous 
thighs and back up again. Without thinking about what she was doing, she 
parted her legs a little, giving the big animal better access. 

Though her panties covered her pussy-furrow, the dog was obviously attracted 
by the musky odor of a female in heat, for he began to prod his nose more 
insistently into the split between her buttocks, forcing the material of her 
panties aside so he could nuzzle her bare flesh. 

"Hmmmhhh, oooohhh, wonderful," Kay sighed. Despite the perversity of letting 
a dog sniff at her ass and pussy-slit, the frustrated housewife found 
herself becoming increasingly aroused by the animal's cold moist attentions. 
The delicious feeling of his nose on her naked flesh was the most erotic 
experience she had had in a long time, and she wanted it to continue. 

Barely aware of the actions of her own hands, she reached down and grasped 
the hem of her panties. She worked them down over the ripe curves of her 
ass, then wriggled them down her thighs. With a little more effort, they 
were hanging useless around one ankle. Then she spread her thighs obscenely 
wide and reveled in the anticipation of the next tantalizing touch of the 
dog's nose. 

The big German shepherd didn't let her down. 

"Oh, oooohhhh! Oh, my Gawd, it's so beauuutiful!" Her voice rose to a thin 
wail as the animal burrowed his nose unhindered between the ripe moons of 
her buttocks. The taunting feel of his nose against her tiny puckered 
asshole was exquisite torture, and she wriggled her hips excitedly as the 
animal nudged her sensitive shitter again and again. 

"Oh, Jet darling, I never would have guessed how wonderful it could feel. 
You're making my ass feel so good, you big beautiful brute, you. Oooohhh, 
your nose is sooo nice and cold!" 

Becoming more involved now in his probings between the human female's 
thighs, the big dog shoved his nose farther down until it discovered the 
quickly moistening entrance to her cunt. He pushed his muzzle against her 
pussy-hole a couple of times. 

"Uh, oooohhh. Fuck me with your nose. That's the way, boy. Oh, Gawd, you're 
making me so wet and excited!" 

Kay could feel her sensitive cunt yielding moistly before the inquisitive 
nudge of the dog's nose, but she was totally unprepared for what came next. 

"Ai-i-i-i-i! Mmmmm!" She started, to make lewd little circling motions with 
her butt in uninhibited response to the dog's long wet tongue licking along 
her tremulous pussy-slit. 

"Oh, lick my pussy, that's the way, Jet boy! Kay hasn't felt this wonderful 
in just ages, darling!" 

Her eyes were closed, her whole consciousness was centered on the tingling 
wet sensations emanating from her cunt as the dog ran his tongue all the way 
up from her clitoris to her asshole. 

His liquid attentions on her sensitive clitoris were causing the little 
nubbin to swell and throb with erotic fever in response to each and every 
swipe of that long spongy tongue. The experience was unlike anything Kay had 
ever known before. The texture of the brute's tongue was ideally suited to 
drawing darting pangs of arousal from every nerve-ending in her 
long-frustrated cunt. 

Wanting to do everything she could to make his task easier, Kay raised her 
butt a little into the air, swaying it lewdly in the animal's face, 
encouraging him to lick longer and deeper along her throbbing pussy-slit. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jet obliged easily, lapping hungrily at Kay's obscenely proffered 
cunt-furrow, driving her clitoris to greater erection, summoning gushes of 
juice from the depths of her cunt. He didn't seem to have any trouble 
keeping up with the wild gyrations of the blonde beauty's ass. Wherever she 
moved it, he followed, his long pink tongue never hesitating in its 
salacious labors. 

Kay could feel the uncontrollable lust-fires burning hotly in the depths of 
her churning belly. She was enjoying an intense bout of uninhibited 
sensuality, the kind of experience, she realized, she had been dreaming of 
for a long time. How perverse it was that it should be a dog giving her such 
unbelievable pleasure! 

But if that was what it took to make her experience the full force of her 
own eroticism, then so be it. 

She was even willing to get her cunt licked by a dog if it would bring her 
to orgasm. 

And Kay had little doubt that, sooner or later, that would be the end result 
of this wildly rousing sexual experience. Her whole being was shaking with 
the passionate energy of her response to the animal's tireless cunt-licking. 

"Ahh, make my pussy feel good! That's the way, darling! Uuuhh, Gawd. Lick my 
cunt for me, Jet! You're a wonderful dog, you really are." 

The blonde's excitement was increased by the lewd vision she was 
entertaining in her mind's eye of herself lying nearly naked, while a dog 
licked her cunt to soaring wet arousal. 

She would never have imagined in a hundred years that a quiet, respectable 
housewife like her would ever let herself get involved in such wanton 
behavior. 

I guess this is what happens if you get horny enough, she thought grimly, 
but her fleeting bitterness toward her husband vanished in a new wash of 
fiery sensation lapping over her exposed pussy. 

"That's the way, Jet! Oh, yesss! Mmmm, I want more and more and more of your 
beautiful thick tongue, lover!" 

Intrigued now by the lewd prospect of watching the animal do his salacious 
work up between her thighs, Kay decided to change her position. She rolled 
quickly over onto her back and again spread her legs, inviting the dog to 
resume his perverse cunt-lapping. 

"Come on, Jet darling," she moaned lustily. "I didn't mean for you to stop, 
darling. I just want to watch you lick me, that's all." 

Encouraged by the woman's tone of voice, the dog again walked in between her 
parted legs and took a hungry swipe at the pink flesh scarcely concealed by 
her blonde thatch of pussy hair. 

Kay was resting her upper torso back against her elbows, half sitting up so 
she could watch the lurid goings-on between her own thighs. Her wide blue 
eyes clouded with lust at she watched the animal's big dark head try to bury 
itself between her milky-white legs. His long pink tongue looked obscene to 
the inexperienced housewife as it parted the blonde-fringed slit of her 
pussy and made a long tongue-swipe up between her sensitive fleshy 
cunt-flanges. As the rough surface grazed over the erect knob of her 
clitoris, her eyes closed in momentary rapture, then opened again in eager 
anticipation of the next movement in the perverse spectacle taking place in 
her own quiet little garden. 

"Jet, you're making Kay's clit feel so good, baby! It's all hard and 
excited, just because of you. Ooohh, I can feel the tingles all the way from 
my head to my toes! AAARRgghhh!" 

Jet made another enthusiastic pass over the slick little nubbin and Kay felt 
that she would faint from the intense excitement that shot through her whole 
quaking, near-naked body with that one motion. 

Fascinated by the visual evidence of her own perversion, the frustrated wife 
began to jerk her cunt up towards the animal's muzzle, giving him easier 
access to her seething wet gash. It was all feeling so wonderful, she wished 
that somehow he could stuff that long rough tongue of his up inside her 
pussy. That would be all she needed to make her feel complete-filled and 
licked and loved. 

The blonde was discovering something new now, though. As she shoved her 
pussy more and more energetically up towards the dog's face, she could jar 
her clitoris against his nose, creating new shock-waves of tingling 
excitement that complemented and heightened the effects of his tongue on her 
clitoris, her cunt-hole and her ass. She didn't manage to make the jolting 
contact on every upward thrust, for the dog's head kept moving in its own 
erotic rhythm, but each time she did strike her clitoral nub on his nose, 
the pleasure was intense and exquisite. 

"Mmmm, aahhh, oh Gawd! It feels so darned good, Jet. Jeez, I don't know how 
much more of this I can stand. My cunt feels like it's brimming over with 
feelings. Jee-zuz! Lick me, lick me, you beautiful black beast, you!" 

Kay was only vaguely aware that her half-coherent mutterings were becoming 
more and more erotic, more uninhibited with each utterance. As her lust 
grew, so did the pitch of her voice, so did the fervor of her words. 

"Oh, lick my cunt, doggie! Oh fuck, oh shit! It's soooo good!" 

She was scarcely aware of how it started, but suddenly a ferocious, wave of 
desire was knocking her breathless back onto the blanket, and she knew her 
orgasm had started. Time and time again the incredible forceful shocks of 
pure unadulterated passion swelled over her and faded, only to grow and die 
again. For long moments, she felt almost as though she were lost on stormy 
seas in a tiny raft, with nothing to stop her from riding up and over that 
last big crest. 

"I'M COMMMMING! COMMMINGGG!! You're making me come, beautiful! AAIEEEE!! 
AAAaahhhh...." Eventually her lusty cries faded into feeble moans, but it 
was some time before she let go the iron grip she had on the animal's head. 
She had to drive her cunt hard up against his muzzle again and again until 
the last maddening jolts of release were spent. 

Then she lay still, exhausted, on her back. 

Somehow sensing that his job was done, the German shepherd took a couple of 
last licks at the woman's pussy, then trotted over to the gate and whined to 
be let out. 

Afraid that he might start barking and rouse the neighbors, Kay hurried over 
to let him out, almost tripping on the wisp of panties that hung from her 
ankle. 

"Sorry you had to lick and run," she quipped after the dog as he headed out 
into the lane. But once he was gone, once she was alone with the jarring 
realization of what she had just done, Kay felt her sense of humor wither 
and die. 

"My Godfathers!" she muttered aloud as she struggled back into her panties, 
then into her shirt and jeans. "What kind of pervert am I? God, what if 
Sylvia ever found out what I've been doing with her innocent pet?" 

The full horror of her perverse behavior sat like a lump in the pit of Kay's 
belly, along with a last lingering little tingle of excitement. 

After all, he had made her come! She had just had the best orgasm of her 
life, thanks to her best friend's pet German shepherd. Surely it couldn't be 
so bad, if it could make her body feel so good. 

The pretty housewife hurried inside to clean up and prepare for her 
afternoon visit with Sylvia Benson. She would have to be looking and feeling 
her very best if she was going to successfully sidestep Sylvia's usual nosy 
questions about her personal life. 

She stripped off her clothes in the bathroom and started the shower running 
full blast. While the water warmed up, she surveyed the firm, lush curves of 
her out-thrust tits, tight waist and smooth belly in the mirror on the back 
of the door. 

Not bad for an old bat of twenty-five, she decided. She was startled to see 
a smug little grin playing at the corners of her mouth. 

Despite her self-doubts, Kay realized she felt almost happy. 

For the first time in months, she sang in the shower. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Hi, Kay. Come on in. It's good to see you." Sylvia Benson stepped aside and 
let her guest precede her into the living room. 

"Gee, Sylvia," Kay exclaimed, looking critically at her friend's low-cut, 
brightly flowered at-home gown. "You look absolutely beautiful, you know 
that. You make me feel like a country bumpkin." The blonde looked down 
ruefully at her own clean but modest denim pantsuit. 

"Don't worry about it, darling. To anyone but your own too-critical self, 
you'd look terrific in a gunnysack. With a body like yours, who needs 
clothes anyway!" 

Kay smiled shyly and looked down at her feet. Though she had known Sylvia 
for many months now, the other woman's directness often made her feel ill at 
ease. 

It wasn't that she didn't admire Sylvia's frankness. She did. In fact, she 
felt the world might be better off if there were more of it around. It was 
just that, like most American girls, Kay had been raised to say what she 
ought, not what she thought. To try to do otherwise was still difficult for 
her. 

"I've got a real treat for us this afternoon, Kay. Tom just brought home 
some of his Italian liqueur. It tastes like almonds, and in coffee it's 
absolute dynamite. Will you try some?" 

"Sure. Why not?" Kay hesitated for only a moment. Though she normally was 
very much against drinking in the afternoon, today was a kind of unusual 
day. Today she felt she could use a shot of the false courage alcohol was 
famous for. 

The two friends discussed food and clothes and local gossip while Sylvia 
prepared the coffee. Kay felt a little dubious as she watched the redhead 
pour what seemed very generous shots of the liqueur into the bottom of each 
coffee mug. 

"I see why you say this stuff is dynamite in coffee. With that much alcohol 
in there, it must blow the top of your head off." 

"Nonsense." Sylvia smiled indulgently at her young friend. "It's not very 
strong. Besides, it tastes so darned good, who cares about the alcohol?" 

Sylvia wanted to put the blonde at ease about the booze. It was part of her 
plan for the afternoon to loosen her friend's tongue and find out what was 
really bugging her. She had always found alcohol a very effective treatment 
for getting silent types to open up about themselves. 

"Mmmm, this is really good," Kay exclaimed when they were at last settled 
comfortably in the living room. "What's it called?" 

"Amareto. Yes, it is good, isn't it? I love it." 

The two women drank in silence for a while. Then Sylvia summoned up her 
courage and broke the ice. 

"Kay darling, I don't want to be nosy...." 

Oh no, here it comes, Kay thought, and braced herself with another long sip 
of the sweet coffee...." but it seems to me you need some help and just 
won't admit it. You've been looking absolutely miserable for months now." 
Sylvia looked closely at her young friend, wondering how she would react to 
her probing. To her surprise she realized that for the first time in a long 
time, Kay looked almost happy. 

"Maybe I'm too late," she resumed. "You're looking good today, Kay. Things 
getting better between you and Mel?" 

At first Kay was startled that the other woman could detect the difference 
her episode in the garden with Jet had created. 

Does she suspect? she thought in alarm. Then, realizing her fears were 
foolish, she relaxed and took advantage of Sylvia's observation as a means 
to put an end to the third degree. 

"Yes, things are much better, Sylvia. I'm just beginning to understand 
myself a little better now. Maybe I'll learn to understand him, too." 

Sylvia noticed that Kay's mug was empty, and she poured refills for both of 
them. She was quick to note that Kay immediately sipped greedily on hers, 
just like a woman with something to hide. Kay was easy to read, Sylvia 
decided. It was always easy to tell when she was lying or hiding 
something-more difficult to figure out what that something was. 

"Think so?" she asked suspiciously. "And what are you learning about 
yourself, if I may be so bold to ask?" 

Kay realized at once that the older woman had seen through her ploy, but now 
that she felt more relaxed, now that the alcohol was rushing through her 
veins, it didn't seem to matter. In a way, she felt almost relieved. Maybe 
it would be better to confide in someone. God knows she'd kept the whole 
horrible mess bottled up inside her long enough. 

Before she even was aware it was going to happen, Kay was weeping loudly, 
the pent-up misery of long lonely months all at once getting the better of 
her. Even while she was crying she felt better-felt that she was getting rid 
of horrible sickly feelings that she hadn't let come to the surface until 
now ... or at least until she had thrown that plate full of food at Mel this 
morning. 

She realized with a little inner grin that she was getting rid of a lot of 
repressed emotions today. 

Sylvia had come over to sit beside Kay and stroked her shoulders soothingly 
while she wept. The crying lasted only a few minutes; then Kay wiped her 
eyes and smiled up at the redhead. Already she felt purged, cleansed of some 
of her guilt and self-doubt. 

"Sorry, Sylvia. But thanks for making me do that. I feel a whole lot 
better." Kay was surprised to detect a slight slur in her words. She had 
forgotten she had been drinking. No doubt the alcohol was intensifying her 
emotional responses. 

"I don't like to see anyone suffer, darling, but sometimes I think you've 
got too much self-control. It's not normal for anyone to be as neat and 
polite and unemotional as you always are." 

Kay smiled. She should have seen me throwing that plate at Mel. Or letting 
her dog lick my pussy, she thought, and a little pang of guilt quickly 
turned into a tremor of lust. 

"I'm not such a prim and proper lady as you think I am," Kay said a little 
sheeplishly. 

"No?" Sylvia hoped that she was on the verge of hearing a confession. 

"I threw Mel's breakfast at him this morning." The blonde grinned shyly 
while she stared into her coffee mug. 

"You didn't!" Sylvia started to laugh. "That's marvelous, darling. Every now 
and then husbands need to be reminded that wives are flesh and blood, not 
work-ee, slav-ee, fuck-ee robots." 

"I didn't hit him though." Kay seemed anxious to make that point clear. 

"What's the difference? It's the thought that counts." 

Kay, too, saw the humor of the situation, now that she was happily separated 
from the pain that had accompanied it. She and Sylvia collapsed in gales of 
laughter, hugging each other in their helpless efforts to catch their 
breath. 

"Oh, Kay," Sylvia managed to sputter out at last. "I didn't know you had it 
in you. You're full of surprises. I think underneath that cool WASP exterior 
there's a tigress dying to get loose." 

Both the alcohol and the delightful high of laughing uncontrollably with a 
friend conspired to shake loose another of Kay's inhibitions. Without 
thinking about it, she blurted out: 

"And after I threw the plate at Mel, I went outside and got your dog to lick 
my pussy." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

There was a short silence, and it was only then that Kay realized what she 
had done. Her horror written on her face, she looked around at Sylvia and 
was surprised to see that her friend was smiling at her. She did not seem 
even a little bit shocked by her confession. Kay experienced a little pang 
of perverse disappointment. 

"Well, aren't you shocked?" she asked, somewhat indignantly, her face 
somber. 

"Don't be silly, darling. Why would I be shocked?" Sylvia's tone was light, 
undisturbed. "Jet licks my pussy all the time. But I like it best when he 
fucks me." 

It was Kay's turn now to be shocked, and she was. 

"You ... you mean you let a dog ... f-f-fuck you?" Her china-blue eyes were 
wide as saucers. 

"Don't be so surprised. Once you try it, Kay, I know you'll agree with me. 
It's an absolutely fantastic experience." 

"B-B-But it's so perverted!" The blonde could feel little tingles of lewd 
arousal gnawing at her belly. In her head she could see herself kneeling 
helplessly in front of a dog, his huge red cock reaming her cunt ruthlessly. 
She could feel her panties moistening with her excitement, and guiltily she 
tried to drive the obscene picture from her brain. But it stayed to haunt 
her. To tantalize her. 

"Of course it's perverted. That's one of the things that makes it so 
exciting." 

Kay noticed that Sylvia's voice trembled slightly, as though she were 
excited. Again she turned to look her friend in the eyes, and was startled 
by the passion she could read there. Sylvia was obviously turned on ... Kay 
wasn't sure why. Maybe from thinking about how much she liked to fuck the 
dog herself. 

The blonde felt hypnotized by the lusty look in the redhead's eyes. She was 
unable to move, even when she felt the eyes moving closer to her own-the 
sensuous red lips closing in on hers. Then the two women were kissing, their 
mouths locked in an intensely passionate oral embrace. 

Kay scarcely had time to think about how unnatural it was to be kissing 
another woman, so exciting was the hard titillating pressure of Sylvia's 
mouth on her own. Despite her shock, she found herself responding 
wholeheartedly, opening her lips to let the other woman's tongue dart 
salaciously into her mouth and duel with her own tongue. Perverted it might 
be, but Kay had never experienced a kiss so sensual, so earthy, so totally 
arousing. She had always thought Sylvia was a very sexy woman. Now she knew 
it was so. 

Their tongues intertwined for several long tantalizing moments, then the 
heated ardor of their kiss melted to the fine feathery grazing of lips on 
lips. Then they broke away, both of them reluctant to abandon that initial 
tempestuous sensual discovery. 

"Oh, Kay," Sylvia sighed, her face lingering close to the other woman's. 
"You're so sensual it's beautiful. I've never been kissed like that before 
in my life." 

"Me, either," Kay managed to whisper. Her brain was still reeling with the 
incredible suddenness of what had just happened. All at once her 
relationship with Sylvia had taken on a new confusing import. It was just 
beginning to dawn on the inexperienced housewife what variety of sensual 
possibilities existed in the world. 

Somehow it had never occurred to her that some of her always urgent physical 
needs could be satisfied by another woman. Now the obscene but dangerously 
attractive idea danced around in her head like a devil's lure. 

The redhead reached up and stroked the younger woman's hair, her green eyes 
never leaving Kay's blue ones. 

"You're such a lovely woman, Kay. I've been wanting to know more about you 
for so long. Now that I know you have the same sexual needs as I do, I want 
to know you better. Much better." 

Kay's head reeled, both from the alcohol and from the seeming absurdity of 
her present situation. 

"I ... I don't know what to say, Sylvia. You feel awfully good, but I ... 
just don't know." 

"What's to know, darling?" Sylvia asked, one hand stroking lightly over 
Kay's tit through her denim shirt. "We both need some good love. We like 
each other. And Tom won't be home for hours yet. Why don't we explore a 
little?" 

The dizzying effects of the Amareto combined with the sexy feelings that 
still taunted her belly from her morning session with the dog. Before she 
knew it, Kay fell full prey to her own sensual longings. Sylvia's hand 
stroking her tit through her clothing felt incredibly good, and the young 
blonde automatically closed her eyes and let her body drift with the 
feelings. 

"Mmm, that feels nice, Sylvia," she murmured. 

The redhead recognized the other woman's statement as a signal of her 
surrender. She smiled to think that the blonde's voluptuous body was now 
hers to explore at will. The idea of introducing her inexperienced friend to 
the joys of love between women made the hot moisture start to flow from 
between her pussy-lips. This promised to be a wonderful afternoon. 

Sylvia rose suddenly to her feet and pulled the straps of her gown from her 
shoulders. The garment fell slinkily to the floor at her feet, and she stood 
naked before the admiring eyes of her guest. 

"Oh, you have a beautiful body, Sylvia," the blonde whispered. She had never 
seen another woman naked before, at least not since high school when 
everyone had changed for gym in the locker room. And in those days Kay had 
been so shy she wouldn't really look at the other girls' bodies. So the only 
standard she had to judge Sylvia's beauty by was that of her own body. 

The other woman was more naturally slender than Kay, but her tits were large 
and firm, and her ass-cheeks flared out from her hips in smooth tantalizing 
curves. Kay felt a perverse desire to reach out and stroke that soft 
appealing white flesh, so like her own and yet so different. 

Her inhibitions loosened by the aura of unreality about the whole incredible 
situation, Kay reached out a hand and stroked it slowly and sensuously over 
the flaring swells of Sylvia's buttocks. 

"Your skin is so soft. I've never felt anything so soft before," she told 
her girl friend, her voice tinged with respectful awe. 

Sylvia dropped to her knees on the rug and faced the younger woman, who 
still sat on the couch. 

"Now I want to see what you look like, darling." With trembling fingers she 
removed Kay's shirt and then her bra, so the bionde was naked from the waist 
up, her tits standing up firm and proud, her nipples hardening slightly from 
the erotic brush of the cool afternoon air. 

"What nice tits you have, Kay darling." The redhead leaned forward and took 
one of Kay's nipples between her lips, lapping it with her tongue, rolling 
it sensuously in the moist cavern of her mouth. 

"Aaahhh, that feels wonderful!" Kay was surprised by the intensity of the 
sensual titillation emanating from her nipple as the other woman labored 
over it with her talented mouth. The little darts of soaring lust seemed to 
race all the way down to her cunt and then right on down as far as her toes. 

Feeling an incredible need to find some leverage against the unaccustomed 
sensation in her awakening body, Kay reached down and clasped the other 
woman's head, holding her face close to her tautly responding nipple. At 
last she guided Sylvia's head over to her other nipple and threw her head 
back in eager delight as the redhead bestowed the same taunting moist 
attentions on that responsive button of flesh. 

"Mmmmm, oooohhhh, Sylllvia. No one's ever made my titties feel this good 
before." 

Sylvia looked up at the blonde. "I want you to get to. feel so good today, 
Kay, that you'll never feel unhappy again. If you learn how to take care of 
your own needs, darling, it won't matter whether Mel's tuned in to them or 
not. You'll be free of him." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

In her alcohol-heightened state, Kay found the older woman's promise 
incredibly exciting. She wanted more than anything to learn how to be a 
truly sensual woman. She was sick and tired of being a boring, frustrated 
nag. Mel had been right-she had been an awful bitch lately. But it was 
because her sexual life was so arid and meaningless. If she could be a free, 
fulfilled woman, she was sure she would never be a nagging bitch again. 
Never. 

Reveling in the anticipation of letting her body open up to its own sensual 
promise, Kay put up no protest when Sylvia eased off her jeans and panties. 

Already she felt freer. It was wonderful to be naked and unashamed with 
another woman. Her whole body felt so intensely excited! 

Sylvia took the blonde's hand and guided her down onto the soft pile rug 
beside her. 

"We'll have so much more room down here, love. And it feels kind of sexy, 
don't you think, to roll naked on the rug like this?" 

Sylvia rolled Kay over onto her back, and the younger woman waited 
expectantly for what would happen next. Every nerve-ending in her sexy young 
body was open and excited, anxious to experience more of this new forbidden 
world of lesbian love. 

Sylvia kneeled over Kay's body, her full tits hanging lewdly down and 
grazing the other woman's boobs as she began to kiss Kay's forehead and 
cheeks and chin and neck. Then she worked her way back down to Kay's nipples 
and sucked long and hard at each pert nubbin before moving lower, down to 
the smooth flat expanse of the blonde's shapely belly. 

"Ooooh, I love having my tummy kissed," Kay moaned. "It makes me feel so 
nice and sexy down inside. Oh, yessss, Sylvia, like that. It's nice. Sooo 
nice." 

Until today a frustrated but thoroughly respectable young housewife, Kay 
Brock was gradually turning into a daring orgiast. First she had let a dog 
lick her to climax, and now she was writhing and squealing under the obscene 
attentions of another woman's talented mouth. 

God, it was crazy, she thought wildly. It was too much, too much, all these 
forbidden perverse things she was doing. But her sensual young body had been 
turned off for so long, and now it was more than ready to take all the 
erotic stimulation dealt out to it. 

"Kiss me like that. Yesss! Oooohhhh!" 

Sylvia's probing lips and tongue were now exploring the pink mound beneath 
Kay's fine blonde pussy-hair. She blew a warm breath of hot air over the 
other woman's clitoris as her hands reached up and tweaked excitingly at 
both Kay's hard nipples. 

"Oh, Gawd, it's wonnn-derful! My pussy is getting all wet and excited, 
Sylvia!" 

"Is it, darling?" the redhead moaned into the younger woman's pussy-slit. 
"Does it feel good, my beauty? I want to make you feel so good. Mmmm, your 
cunt smells so sweet and nice, honey." Inspired by her own lustful words, 
Sylvia extended her tongue and lapped it lewdly around the slightly erect 
nubbin of Kay's clitoris. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh! Oh, Gawd! Oh, Sylvia, yes! Lick my clit, darling! I love it 
so much!" Her eyes closed in a mounting ecstasy of emotion, Kay began to 
sway her butt gently back and forth against the rug beneath. Her whole being 
was devoted to the wildly erotic sensations stemming from her erect nipples 
and her responding clitoris. 

She could feel her clitoris growing harder and more sensitive as the other 
woman's tongue worked round its slippery peak more and more abandonedly 
until the titillation became almost unbearable in the sheer turgid intensity 
of it. Little shooting shocks of lust-fire leaped from her moistened 
clitoral nub and jolted throughout her sensuously churning body, tuning her 
entire body in to the erotic rhythm Sylvia was establishing up between her 
thighs. 

Not satisfied just to explore the appealing peak and valleys of Kay's 
clitoris, Sylvia moved her mouth lower and began to jab her tongue-tip 
against the fleshy opening to the other woman's wetly responding cunt. She 
circled the yielding aperture with her mouth and then shot her tongue a 
little way up inside, exploring the clasping darkness within. 

"Uunnnggghh! Oh, Jeez! Sylvia, you're beautiful, darling! Aahhh, it's too 
much! You're driving me wild! It's so good, so good, so good!" 

And Kay did look like a wild thing as she lay chanting out her ecstasy on 
the rug. She tossed her blonde hair heedlessly from side to side, rotated 
her hips down towards Sylvia's laboring mouth with fever-pitch fervor. From 
moment to moment, as the redhead's tonguing became more probing, more 
uninhibited, Kay's excitement grew until she was nothing but a moaning, 
gyrating heap of lust. 

After her tongue had explored the mysteries of Kay's pussy for several 
moments, it worked on down, down to the tightly puckered opening of her 
shitter. Again the tongue prodded the spongy outer fringes, and then it 
dipped a little way up inside, forcing the tautened tissues to part and 
relax against the agonizing argument of pleasure. 

"Ooohh, my asshole, too! You're wonderful, Sylvia! I never knew before so 
many things could feel so good. Everything you do turns me on, darling. 
You're so beautiful!" 

Fired anew by the perverse novelty of having a tongue probing the dim 
secrets of her asshole, Kay began to hump gently down against the rubbery 
invasion. She was amazed that anything so obscene should feel so good. But 
there was no doubt that this too had its unique erotic thrill. Her whole 
belly flared with the new sensations pulsing in her lewdly impaled asshole. 

"Do it to me, Sylvia! Yes, anything! Everything! Oh, Gawd! Heaven! I'm in 
heaven!" 

Kay could do nothing but chant out her appreciation as the other woman 
became thoroughly engrossed in the wanton sensual rhythm of her oral 
lovemaking. Sylvia's tongue teased and prodded from Kay's puckered asshole 
to her cunt to her erect clitoris and then back again-never letting up, 
never giving her young lover any respite from her intense, experienced 
manipulations. 

Despite her total involvement in the sensations assaulting her own quaking 
body, Kay suddenly became aware that there was something missing in this 
perverted scenario. 

Sylvia was doing all these strange wonderful things to make her feel good. 
But she was doing nothing for Sylvia. 

She wanted to be a lover to the sensuous redhead, too. 

All at once she wanted more than anything to learn what it would be like to 
eat another woman's pussy. 

"Sylvia," she managed to moan between passion-parted lips. "Why don't you 
turn arund this way, so I can make you feel good, too?" 

The older woman was both amazed and delighted that Kay was responding to 
this new sensuality so wholeheartedly. It had been beyond her wildest dreams 
that the blonde would actually want to venture to explore her own needing 
cunt this first time. But she was asking for it, and Sylvia was far too 
excited herself to even think of not complying with Kay's wishes. 

Quickly she shifted her slender shapely body around so she was lying 
stretched out beside her young woman lover, her face still poised next to 
Kay's cunt, her own cunt confronting the inexperienced Kay. 

Eager to get back to her own salacious task between the blonde's pussy-lips, 
Sylvia immediately returned to her enthusiastic sucking and slavering over 
Kay's clitoris, pussy and asshole. One little part of her remained tensely 
expectant, though, awaiting the heady moment when she would feel Kay's lips 
timidly exploring her moistly craving cunt. 

The moment came sooner than she expected. 

"Aaaahh! Oh, Kay darling, that's beautiful!" Sylvia groaned as she felt the 
other woman's tongue graze over her own tingly clitoris. 

Inspired by what the younger girl was doing to her pussy, Sylvia began to 
circle Kay's clitoris with her tongue, to give Kay feedback on the erotic 
sensations she was giving Sylvia's moistly responsive cunt. 

Her head buried between Sylvia's legs, Kay found her timidity before the 
other woman's tender pink pussy quickly fading as she became thoroughly 
aroused at the prospect of dealing darting pleasure-passion to Sylvia's 
sensitive snatch. She found herself actually turned on by the musky scent of 
the redhead's pussy, and she wanted to taste and experience more of this 
lurid excitement, to lose herself completely in the intense throes of love 
between women. 

"Mmmm," she grunted as she thrust her tongue into the clenched hole of 
Sylvia's cunt, wriggling it around inside, savoring the titillating taste of 
the redhead's free-flowing juices. 

"Oh darling, fuck my pussy with your tongue like that! It feels so good, 
lover!" Sylvia wailed passionately as her mouth planted teasing kisses along 
Kay's fat, wet pussy-lips. She rammed hr tongue suddenly up into Kay's 
cunt-hole and was pleased to hear the other woman's low throaty grunt of 
accepting pleasure. 

Both women began to sense a rhythm in the oral ministrations of the other, 
and soon they were working in lustful unison between one another's legs, 
giving and receiving the same exciting dose of slavering, sucking passion. 
Their moans and grunts grew in intensity as their involvement in the 
feelings charging through their own bodies grew. 

Kay especially, a newcomer to this particular delight of the flesh, was 
amazed at how wildly erotic it felt to be sucking on a clitoris and feeling 
her own sensitized clitoral nubbin being manipulated at the same time. 

It was a new perversity, a new passion, and the blonde had taken to its 
fervent pleasures like a duck to water. She was beginning to realize that 
this kind of excitement might be addictive. Once tasted, could it ever be 
ignored again? 

Could she ever go back to the long unbroken months of sensual hunger she had 
known with her husband? 

"Lick my pussy, Sylvia. Oh, it's so beautiful. My cunt's so excited, 
darling. You're a wonderful lover." Kay could feel the excitement growing 
ominously in the pit of her stomach, and she realized that, for the second 
time in one glorious day, she was on the verge of orgasm. 

Egged on by this exciting knowledge, emboldened by the thought that victory 
was nearly hers, Kay wriggled a finger into the tight-clenching sphincter of 
Sylvia's asshole, wriggling it tauntingly around up inside her rubbery butt. 
As her finger explored its unnatural refuge, her tongue continued to probe 
up into the redhead's wet, hair-flanged cunt. 

She was learning fast, she thought. Learning how to shed her inhibitions. 
Learning how to investigate the outer limits of sensuality. 

"Oh, my God! Kay honey, you're a treasure! Oooohhh, you're making my asshole 
feel so good, so goooood! Jeez ... I'm commmming!" 

The shocking titillation of her young lover's bold assault on her sensitive 
asshole drove Sylvia over the top and she writhed her butt desperately in 
surrender to the shattering force of climax. Yet even at this torrid peak of 
her own excitement, she did not abandon Kay's wet, excited pussy. She 
continued to suck and lap until she was rewarded with the feverish 
declaration of Kay's surrender to orgasm. 

"Now me! Oh, Gawd, I'm commmingggg, too, Sylvia! Oh, fuck, it's so damned 
good! My clit's exploding, darling! AAAAahhh!" 

The .two women's orgasmic chants crested and mingled in the hushed quiet of 
the living room. Their voices sang out loud and clear the unspeakable 
pleasure of climactic release. 

Eventually their wails faded into whimpers and then cooing murmurs of 
contentment. Sylvia turned herself around and cradled the younger woman in 
her arms, stroking her sweat-beaded brow lovingly. 

Words seemed unnecessary at the moment, so neither spoke. But they were 
together in their touch, in the remembered warmth of a crisis shared. 

The dream-like atmosphere in the room was shattered by an indistinct rap at 
the front door. 

Kay sat up abruptly, a wide-eyed look of horror masking her features. 

Oh, Gawd, how awful, she thought wildly. It was so beautiful, and now to be 
discovered. I'll never live it down. Never! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sylvia's arm reached out and rested soothingly on the younger woman's 
shoulder. 

"Don't worry, darling. It's not the FBI come to take us away. It's only Jet. 
He raps his tail against the door when he wants to be let in. Now you tell 
me that's not a smart animal. Handsome, too." She winked playfully at her 
friend as she rose to answer the dog's summons. 

Jet came bounding into the room with the eager energy of a kid home from 
school and anxious to tell his mother all about his day. He jumped up on 
Sylvia and licked her face, then headed towards Kay. 

Despite herself, Kay cringed as she saw the German shepherd coming over to 
greet her. She felt absurdly embarrassed by what she had allowed the animal 
to do to her this morning, and found it difficult to look him in the eye. 

Despite the blonde female's cool reception, Jet licked her face 
enthusiastically, then sat down beside her, wagging his tail and looking 
expectantly at his mistress. 

Kay bit her lower lip and tried to edge away from the black beast. 

"What's the matter, darling?" Sylvia laughed as she knelt by the dog and 
massaged his big head roughly. "Don't tell me you're allergic to dogs all of 
a sudden. Not after what I know you were up to this morning." 

Kay blushed and tried to smile. 

"Oh, Sylvia," she blurted out. "I know it sounds silly, but now that I've 
had such a nice experience with you, the thing with Jet this morning seems 
so ... well, you know. So perverted and ... weird, sort of." 

While one hand continued to stroke the dog's head, Sylvia reached over and 
caressed her friend's blonde hair with the other. 

"You're just a little confused, darling, because so many new things have 
been happening to you so fast. Just remember, feeling good is nothing to be 
ashamed of. We all deserve some pleasure out of life. I'm prepared to grab 
as much as I can. How about you?" 

Kay laughed shyly. "You're right, Sylvia. I'm so lucky to have a good friend 
like you to keep me from taking myself too seriously." She reached over and 
stroked the redhead's thigh. At once hot little reminiscent twinges scurried 
down her spine, reminding her of how much pleasure she had known only 
moments before. 

It had been so good to make love with Sylvia. Her friend was right. Pleasure 
was a good thing, not something to be ashamed of. 

While Sylvia continued to caress both her dog and her pretty girl friend, a 
new lewd inspiration took shape and grew inside her lust-attuned brain. 

"See what a nice dog Jet is, darling? Why don't you pet him, too? He's a 
sensualist, just like us. He loves people to make him feel good." She guided 
Kay's hand to the dog's shoulder and encouraged her to stroke him. 

"I know he's a nice dog," Kay said lightly, trying to shake off the weird 
suggestion of sexual undertones in Sylvia's words. "I've always liked Jet. 
He doesn't even walk on my flowers when I let him into my garden. Now that's 
the kind of dog I really like." 

"There's other good things about Jet," Sylvia said softly. "There's the way 
he can make a woman feel good. Like he did to you this morning. Or like he 
did to me even earlier this morning, when Tom was still here." 

Kay looked at her friend. "You mean Jet licked you this morning, too? While 
your husband watched?" 

"No, not exactly," Sylvia answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "He fucked me 
this morning ... while my husband looked on." 

Kay's eyes grew wide as those of a small child looking in a Christmas 
display window. 

"You mean Tom watches you do that? And he doesn't think it's weird or 
disgusting ... or ... or anything?" The young housewife was incredulous. 

"Of course not. He thinks it's exciting, too. I bet even Mel would like to 
see his wife get it on with a dog." 

Kay was fascinated by the twin perversity of what they were discussing. It 
was bad enough to fuck a dog. But to have your husband watch you do it? Kay 
was startled to feel a tingly flush of excitement assailing her cunt as she 
imagined herself getting fucked by Jet while Mel watched. 

Without being fully aware of what she was doing, she began to run her hands 
farther down along Jet's flanks, massaging his underbelly as darts of 
forbidden excitement worried her moist pussy. 

"Doesn't he have a nice soft belly?" Sylvia asked her friend. Her voice 
shattered the younger woman's hypnotic reverie and she automatically pulled 
her hand up to a safer position on Jet's back. 

"No, darling," Sylvia whispered, gently taking Kay's hand and guiding it 
back to the dog's cock. "Feel it. Feel how hard and thick and long it is. 
Imagine what that would feel like in your pussy." 

Reluctantly Kay closed her fingers around the extending rod of the dog's 
swollen prick, only to pull them away again when she made the startling 
discovery. 

"Oh my gosh, it's all hard." 

"Of course it's hard," Sylvia explained patiently. "That's what I told you. 
It turns Jet on to get stroked by a couple of naked lovelies like us. He's 
just like any old lecherous man, aren't you, lover?" She kissed the dog 
playfully on the muzzle. 

Her curiosity overcoming her qualms, Kay again snaked her hand in under 
Jet's belly and grasped his erect cock, stroking it lightly back and forth, 
just the way she would fondle Mel's prick when it was hard. 

"That's it, darling," Sylvia encouraged her. "Jet likes having his prick 
stroked before he makes love. Why don't you let him fuck you, Kay? I'll help 
you. You won't have to worry about a thing." 

As the younger woman's hand continued to stroke the dog's hard tapered prick 
with the even regularity of someone in a trance, Sylvia moved closer to Kay. 
She began to stroke the blonde's thigh, moving her hand farther and farther 
up towards the crux of her pussy hair until she was gently massaging the 
hidden bud of Kay's clitoris. 

All kinds of strange sensations were flashing through Kay's head. First 
horror, then curiosity, then tingling excitement. She couldn't escape the 
lust-provoking vision of herself kneeling before a dog, getting fucked and 
fucked and fucked.... 

"Dogs like to fuck for a long time, don't they?" she asked in a noncommittal 
voice. Her hips were thrusting gently forward towards the titillating 
pleasure of the redhead's stroking hand. 

"Sometimes for a very long time," Sylvia replied confidently. Her finger 
kept prodding insistently against the swelling nubbin of Kay's clitoris, 
churning up the moisture that lingered there from her earlier excitement. 

"Mmmm," the blonde murmured, partly from the pleasure of Sylvia's hand, 
partly from the salacious prospect of getting fucked as long as she wanted, 
as long as she needed. 

Kay's hand stroked more insistently up and down Jet's distended prick, 
caressing the swelling cudgel with a growing sense of possessiveness. 

Somewhere inside her a moral surrender was taking place. She was beginning 
to realize just how much she wanted to experience the novel perversion of 
being fucked to exhaustion by a dog. 

Sylvia read her friend's decision in her eyes as clearly as though Kay had 
conveyed it in words. Still stroking the blonde's clitoris, she urged her up 
onto hands and knees, readying her for the obscene mounting to come. Then 
she smiled down at her dog. 

"Come on, Jet darling. Up, boy, up." 

At once the big animal sprang to his feet and obeyed his mistress' command, 
wrapping his hairy forepaws around the neighbor lady's hips and moving close 
in behind on his rear legs. At once primitive instinct prompted him to begin 
thrusting his long swollen prick in between the woman's butt-cheeks in 
search of a hot, wet hole. 

"Uuuuuhhh," Kay moaned in delirious excitement as she imagined how she must 
look kneeling on the living-room floor in her friend's house, waiting to be 
screwed by her friend's dog. The dog's erratic movement up behind her 
aroused her intensely, so she could hardly wait for the titillating moment 
when his dangling tapered prick would penetrate her moist pussy. 

Long moments that seemed like forever to Kay went by, while Jet fought for 
purchase up between her quaking buttocks. The blonde could feel his cock 
brushing along her sense-stimulated pussy-slit, and she could feel herself 
becoming wetter and wetter as she awaited the obscene assault of his 
animal-cock in her cunt. 

Sylvia knelt excitedly next to her friend, watching the dog's lewdly pointed 
cock sliding along her cunt-furrow. She realized now the thrill Tom must get 
every time he watched her take on Jet. There was something intensely erotic 
about watching a woman so hot for sex that she was anxious to fuck a dog. It 
was a kind of sensuality beyond the pale of all morality, all social 
justification, all common decency. It was perverse! 

The redhead's tongue protruded salaciously from her mouth as she watched the 
red point of the dog's prick shove futilely against the spongy pink flesh of 
her girl friend's cunt. At last, unable to stand the suspense any longer, 
she reached out and took hold of the animal's obscenely distended cock. 

Kay felt a horrible pang of frustration as she realized the dog's cock-head 
was no longer battering eagerly against her pussy-lips. He's given up, was 
her first thought, and it filled her with a kind of desperate anxiety to 
think that her mental preparations had been all in vain. That she was not 
going to experience that fine hard fucking after all. 

"What's happening, Sylvia?" she groaned piteously. "Can't he get it into me? 
Help him. Please help him, Sylvia. I need it so bad." 

Sylvia felt her own lust intensify as she listened to her friend's shameless 
declaration of her need. Kay was really a sensuous woman all right. A match 
for Sylvia herself any day in the week. 

"Don't worry, darling. I'm helping him. You'll have his beautiful big prick 
up inside you any minute now." 

Slowly, tantalizingly, Sylvia brushed the animal's cock-head against the 
spongy entrance to Kay's hot seeping pussy. She knew she was teasing both 
woman and dog with this slight tactile promise of greater stimulation to 
come. She wanted her friend to be thoroughly ready for it, as open as she 
could get. And she herself enjoyed this first teasing, this withholding of 
the forbidden fruit. 

Kay's tongue flickered nervously over her lips as she groaned in lusty 
approval of that stiff prodding at her ready cunt-hole. 

"Gawd, Sylvia!" she mewled. "It feels so good and hard. Let him into me. 
Please. Let him fuck me with his big long cock!" 

The decision was taken out of the redhead's hands as the big animal suddenly 
lurched forward, breaking free of Sylvia's grasp on his cock. At once his 
swollen prick slid smoothly up into the clutching depths of the kneeling 
blonde's cunt. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Oh! Ohhh, Gawd, it's happening! It's in me, Sylvia! I can feel his lovely 
big prick in my pussy!" 

The obscenity of her own words combined with the tingling sensations in her 
belly to start Kay's whole body vibrating with lusty stimulation. Perverse 
erotic thrills darted from her unnaturally penetrated cunt up to her 
dangling tits and back down to her curling toes. 

She was alive' with sensuality. It had taken a dog's prick in her pussy to 
awaken her to this new abandoned height of sexual receptivity. 

Following the dictates of primitive instinct, the animal immediately 
established a quick hard fuck-rhythm up into Kay's cunt, parting the tight 
twat-flesh farther and farther on each instroke until his lengthy prick was 
penetrating all the way to the back of her clasping cunt-tunnel. 

Kay had never felt so filled in her life, and the heated urgency of the 
dog's fucking motions soon had her riding high on an unbelievable plane of 
erotic arousal. 

"Uhh, uhhh, oh Gawd, it's so good!" she panted out between hard jolting 
drives of the big animal's cock. Her pussy-flesh felt like it was being 
reamed by a steel prick, so hard and unyielding was the force of Jet's 
primitive stroke. Yet harsh as it was, as unrelenting his pounding staccato 
rhythm, Kay found it exactly to her liking. 

This was what she had always wanted. To be fucked hard, hard, hard and deep. 
And it was finally happening. Sylvia's dog Jet was doing the job for her the 
way she needed to have it done. 

"Oh, Sylvia, it's beautiful! Jet's such a wonderful lover. His cock is so 
hard, so hard inside my cunt. Aaaagghhh, oh Gawd, it's killing me! And I 
love it!" 

Kay's friend was experiencing her own kind of perverse excitement from 
watching her prote'ge turn on to being fucked relentlessly from behind by a 
dog. She kneeled on the rug next to the lewdly coupled pair and lowered her 
head so she could look up under Kay's hips at the steadily skewering rod of 
her dog's cock. Its bright-red color made an obscene contrast with the wispy 
blonde of Kay's pussy hair and the delicate pink of her wide-parted 
cunt-lips. 

"Kay darling, it's fantastic!" she groaned huskily, her eyes never straying 
from the lewdly filled hole of her friend's cunt. "His big red cock is going 
all the way up inside you. You're taking all of him, baby. God, it must feel 
wonderful. Didn't I tell you it'd be good?" 

The older woman began to run a fingertip sensuously over the upthrust peak 
of her aroused clitoris, trying to quell the maddening lust-pangs building 
there. 

"Oh, yessss, Sylvia, you were so right, darling! I've never felt this good 
in my whole life. My cunt's on fire, Sylvia! Gawd, I don't care if it is 
obscene. I love it. I love it!" Eyes clenched tight against the fitful force 
of her growing passion, Kay watched herself in her imagination, her dilating 
cunt opening up to swallow all the dog's pointed red prick. Knowing that it 
was turning Sylvia on to watch her getting reamed by Jet increased her own 
wanton sense of titillation. She looked back over her shoulder for just a 
moment and saw Sylvia kneeling there, her eyes glazed with lusty fever, her 
fingers playing with her clitoris, and she began to churn her own hips more 
abandonedly. 

"Oh, Sylvia, darling, I love being with you like this! We can make each 
other feel so good. Even just watching each other get turned on is so 
exciting. Does your clit feel good, Sylvia? Are you making yourself feel 
good?" 

"God, yes!" the older woman grunted out, her eyes never leaving the 
skewering red rod of dog-cock servicing her friend's welcoming cunt. "My 
clit's hard as a rock, Kay. Just watching you turn on to Jet so much is 
making me feel hotter than I've felt in God knows how long. You're a 
wonderfully erotic woman, Kay. Oh, God, Jet's cock is all shining wet with 
your juices, baby!" 

"Mmmmm, yesss, my pussy must be so wet inside. It feels so wonderfully good. 
Jet's stiff prick is massaging every little nerve. Uuuuhhh!" 

Kay ground her butt back more and more lasciviously as her passion-glow 
became more intense. She could feel sinewy tendrils of burgeoning lust 
gnawing at her insides, teasing her with the promise of a gigantic release 
still to come, and she shuddered with the obscene awareness of how good it 
all was. How good to be fucked long and hard and well. How good to know you 
weren't going to be cheated of the final momentous explosion. 

The blonde housewife felt her whole body relaxing, flowing with the urgent 
call of passion springing from her well-filled pussy. With her normal 
anxiety about whether or not she would climax gone, she felt freer than ever 
before to just enjoy what was happening to her awakened body, to lose 
herself in the building heat of her body's intense erotic involvement. 

"Sylvia darling, pinch me. I think I must have died and gone to heaven," she 
moaned. 

"I'm right there with you, darling. God, my clit's going to explode, Kay! 
Jee-sus!" 

Frantically, Sylvia's well-experienced hand manipulated the sensitized nub 
of her distended clitoris, urging it to an even greater agony of acute 
sensual arousal. As her dog's swollen cock flashed in and out of Kay's 
stretched pussy-hole, her own fingers tickled the tip of her clitoris, then 
rubbed at the sensitive tissue of the base, tautening all her nerve-endings 
until at last she could stand it no longer. 

"Oh, God, Kay darling, I'm commming! My clit's exploding! Ooohh, it's so 
wonnnderful!" 

Hearing her sensual friend cry out her orgasm drove Kay into a new frenzy of 
activity. She shoved her hips back against the dog's steadily thrusting 
loins like a madwoman, her energy almost superhuman as she fought to drag 
her climax from the very depths of her being. Now she could feel it flowing 
outward, until she was quivering with the teeming joy of release. She sensed 
that the final thing pushing her over the top was the dog's prick swelling 
as it shot the first jets of dog-jizz into her receptive cunt. 

"Oh, Sylvia, Jet and I both! We're commmmingggg! Oh, Gawd, beautiful! My 
cunt's exploding, darling! Oh! Oh! OHHHH! AAAHHH!" 

Soon her frantic activity slowed and died, and Kay sprawled on the rug on 
her face, letting the dog's cock slip from her cunt with a loud sloshing 
sound. 

One hand still holding the lightly throbbing hillock of her pussy-mound, 
Sylvia watched the fine thread of cum joining her friend's cunt to her dog's 
cock-tip stretch thinner and thinner and finally break. 

"That was quite a happening-for all of us, I think, darling." Sylvia stroked 
Kay's wet haunches with her free hand. 

Gradually Kay struggled to a sitting position. 

"Oh, Sylvia, it was wonderful. It's been the most exciting day of my life. 
If only it could be this sensual with Mel and me." 

"Remember what I told you about how Tom loves to watch me fuck Jet? Why 
don't you let Mel watch you with the dog? I bet it would help broaden his 
sensuality." 

Kay bit her lower hp in thought. "Do you think so ... really?" 

"I know so. Look, why don't you look after Jet for the weekend for Tom and 
me, and just see what happens?" 

The blonde was still skeptical. "I don't know, Sylvia." 

"Look, darling, one way or the other, you'll learn exactly where Mel is at 
sexually. If it turns out he can't keep up with your sensuality ... well, 
why don't you cross that bridge when you come to it. But I think you owe it 
to yourself to try this with Mel. It could be just the thing to open up your 
sex life." 

Kay's face brightened with decision. 

"Okay, Sylvia, I'll do it. I can hardly wait to see the look on Mel's face 
... I think." 

"Good for you, darling. Now let me get us some fresh coffee. I think we 
deserve a pick-me-up." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Saturday morning Kay and Mel Brock slept late. When they awoke, Kay made 
coffee and brought it back to bed. They talked about the week's activities. 
Though they had not fucked again since the last catastrophic attempt, they 
were back on friendly speaking terms. It had been a mellow morning. 

"You know, darling," Kay said nervously. She wanted to sound Mel out 
indirectly about how he felt about more variety in their sex life. 

"Mmmm?" he grunted. He was going through the latest issue of Playboy. 

"Maybe we ought to try to be a little more daring...." 

"Daring? What you want to do? Take up skydiving?" 

"No," she laughed. "That would be going a bit too far. I mean ... well, 
sexually, I mean." 

She had his attention now. He put his magazine on the bedside table and 
looked at her skeptically. 

"What did you have in mind, exactly?" 

"Well, wouldn't you find it interesting for instance, to do some different 
kinds of things? To experiment a little?" 

"If you're talking about those gadgets they sell in the sex shops, most of 
them are overpriced and overrated. I like plain old screwing." 

"Sure, s-screwing is nice, but ... well, would you like to watch me play 
with myself, for instance?" 

His face took on a mock leer. "Hey, that sounds terrific, baby. But you know 
something, I think I've spent too much time in bed already this morning. I 
think I'll see if Harv Grunwald wants to go play some golf." He got out of 
bed and went in to shower, but he looked back at his wife before he closed 
the door behind him. 

"You know, honey, maybe we should try to be a little more experimental with 
our sex, like you say. Maybe next time we should try to think up something 
new." 

He closed the door and turned on the shower. 

Kay felt mildly encouraged about the plan she had put together with Sylvia. 
Mel was interested in turning on to something new. It would be up to her now 
to provide that something.... 

Mel called from the golf course about four o'clock to say he would be home 
in an hour. 

"Okay, honey, see you then," Kay replied brightly. 

"Right. I had a really good game, doll. I'm in a great mood. Maybe you could 
think up one of those experiments you were talking about this morning. We 
could try one out when I get back." 

Kay felt the time was ripe. A short while before she expected Mel home, she 
called Jet into the house. 

"There, good boy," she greeted the excited dog. "Now we're going to put on a 
little show for Mel, darling. He doesn't know what a sexy wife he has. Heck, 
even I didn't know until you and Sylvia showed me." 

She took off the long robe she was wearing. Underneath, she wore a black 
garter belt, black stockings, black high heels-and nothing else. 

Sylvia had loaned her the titillating outfit, saying that it was Tom's 
favorite. "Men love women in garter belts," she had said. "Takes them back 
to their youth." 

Kay led Jet into the bedroom and positioned herself on hands and knees on 
the bed. She felt excited about putting on a show for Mel. She had decided 
she would like him to find her fucking Jet when he came in. That would make 
it more arousing, as though he had walked in on something forbidden, 
something he was not supposed to see. 

The young housewife could feel the moisture already building up between her 
thighs, and she was eager for something long and filling in her heated cunt. 
She called the dog up onto the bed . and let him explore her lewdly 
proffered ass with his nose. 

"Uuunnnhh," she moaned huskily as she felt the animal's wet nose prod up 
against the puckered hole of her bung. 

"Oohh, I love that cold wet nose of yours to tickle my asshole, Jet 
darling," she told the dog lustily. She felt so much less inhibited now 
about expressing her baser desires, and she knew she had her experiences 
with Jet and Sylvia to thank for that. 

Kay quivered her ass lightly back towards the dog's probing muzzle, 
encouraging him to investigate further the defenseless slit of her 
moistening cunt. 

The dog was attracted farther up between the woman's butt-cheeks by the hot 
smell of her excited pussy. He squirmed his nose along her pussy-slit until 
it rammed against her moistly yielding cunt-hole. 

"Oh, ahh, Gawd!" Kay groaned and fell forward slightly in response to the 
cold insistent probe investigating her cunt. 

"Yes, that's the way, Jet. Make me feel all excited, darling. Make me beg 
you to fuck me." 

Kay realized her husband would be home any minute, and the thought that he 
might even now be watching her lewd show inspired her with new darting pangs 
of burgeoning excitement. 

"Your nose feels wonderful on my cunt, lover. Do it some more. Please." 

Sure now that he had found the source of that tempting odor, the dog stuck 
out his long pink tongue and ran it roughly all the way up from the woman's 
clitoris over her pussy to her tight little asshole. 

"Oohhh, that's it! Yes, yes! Make me feel so excited I can't stand it, you 
beautiful big brute, you. I love your tongue on my cunt! Gawd, it's 
terrific!" 

The dog began to bend in earnest to his labors of dealing lusty pleasure 
with his tongue to the kneeling woman's welcoming cunt. Again and again he 
made long moist swipes of the tongue up over her fluttering pussy, exciting 
the nerve-endings to taut, frenetic arousal. 

"Oh, I'm getting so hot, so hot!" 

Kay could feel her heart pounding with excitement as she heard the front 
door slam. He was here! Now was the time to start the show in earnest! 

"Jet, darling, my pussy's all hot and ready for you. I can't stand to wait 
any longer. Fuck me! Come on! Up, boy, up!" 

Responding to the familiar command, the German shepherd mounted the kneeling 
housewife and began his familiar search for the warm yielding opening to the 
human female's cunt. His prick was already long and hard from the excitement 
of licking her hot pussy, and it was only a matter of lodging his stiff cock 
in the right hole. 

"Do it to me, boy. You can find it. I want your lovely big prick inside me 
so bad!" Her mind a ferment of anticipation, the blonde thrust her 
ass-cheeks up toward the dog's spear-shaped dick, trying to catch his 
cock-tip between her pussy-lips. 

She knew Mel must be watching her by now, and the idea sent hot flames of 
passion soaring throughout her obscenely clad body. 

Mel Brock stood thunderstruck outside the partially closed door to his 
bedroom. For long moments he literally could not believe his eyes, and he 
opened and closed them several times to try to make the grotesque image on 
his marriage bed go away. 

But it was no good. What he was seeing was obviously really happening. 

His lovely wife was kneeling on the bed, her lush curves accentuated by her 
lewd costume of black shoes, stockings and garter belt, with a dog mounted 
up behind her. The dog was obviously on the very verge of fucking her, and 
she was obviously eager for the beast to do just that. 

It was incredible! It was disgusting! Yet despite himself Mel could feel a 
tremor of perverse arousal stabbing at his soft cock inside his pants. 

What the hell does she think she's doing? he asked himself. The little bitch 
doesn't get that excited when I'm on her. Is this what she calls 
experimenting? Showing me how easily I can be replaced? Even by a dog? 

His anger and excitement mounting apace, Mel remained in his hiding place 
outside the bedroom door and watched his blonde wife tremble with lust under 
the perverse attentions of a German shepherd. 

"Come on, Jet darling. You know where Kay's pussy is, lover. It's all ready 
for you." 

As though the woman's lewd encouragement had driven the dog to a last 
supreme effort, his prick was suddenly soaring up between, her rubbery 
cunt-walls, parting the taut flesh with unrelenting waves of hard filling 
pressure. 

"Oh, Gawd, that's it! That's the way, lover! Your nice big prick feels so 
good inside my pussy! Ohhhh, Gawwwd! Do it to me, boy! FUCK MEEEE!" 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Mel wanted to cover his ears, to keep his brain from registering the lewd 
sounds of his wife's surrender to a brute animal. Never in his born days had 
he dreamed of seeing anything this obscene. And certainly not involving his 
own rather proper wife! 

Though he was disgusted by the perversion of what was happening on his bed, 
the young husband could not help being aware of his cock growing steadily 
harder inside his trousers. The sight of this shapely woman quivering in 
sensual arousal with an animal fucking her from behind was undeniably 
exciting. The agony of it all was that this woman was his wife. 

Titillating ideas of what her husband must be thinking while he watched her 
getting fucked by the dog spurred the lustily aroused wife to new heights of 
orgiastic debasement. 

She churned her ass furiously back to meet the lunging thrusts that the 
German shepherd was now ramming steadily up into her hotly responding cunt. 
She writhed back against his hairy loins as though she would never be able 
to get enough of this hot, hard cock in her needing pussy. 

"Oh, Jeez, Jet lover. You're beautiful. Your cock's so hard and thick. It 
makes my little pussy feel so good. Oh, fack me, fuck me! Ugghhh!" 

Kay could feel the animal's turgid prick actually growing stiffer and 
thicker up inside as he drove again and again up into her dilating 
cunt-depths. The stimulation of his distending cock was intensely 
tantalizing, and along with the lewd knowledge that she was performing for 
an unseen audience, it incited Kay to untraversed peaks of sensual 
abandonment. 

"Gawd, I feel just great! Your cock is so big and stiff, lover, and I can 
still feel it getting bigger, filling me all up! Mmmm, my cunt loves it, Jet 
darling! Fuck me harder! That's the way, boy! Oh, Gawwwwd!" 

Kay was becoming so thoroughly absorbed by her sexual excitation that it was 
all she could do to remember what the initial purpose of this exercise with 
Jet had been. It had been intended to turn on her husband Mel, but at the 
moment she herself was so intensely turned on that nothing else mattered but 
the heated darting lust-pangs assaulting her whole sensuously churning body. 

Slowly but surely all her consciousness was slipping down into her pussy, so 
she was becoming nothing more than pure, aroused cunt. A total slave to her 
lusts. 

"Ooh, I love your big prick, you wonderful big doggie, you! Ahh! UUUUH! Fuck 
me, fuck me, fuck meeee! Like that! YES! That's the way! 

ARRGGHH!" 

Mel could not be sure which was getting the upper hand-his anger or his 
lust. Peeking around the bedroom door, he couldn't repress a building fury 
toward his treacherous wife for turning on to an animal in a way in which 
she had never turned on to him. On the other hand, he realized that it might 
be more important to her than to him to experiment with different kinds of 
erotic titilla-tion. Maybe she needed the novelty of being fucked by a brute 
animal to fully release her sensual potential. 

And the young husband could not deny there was a definite forbidden 
excitement in watching his lovely, lewdly attired wife getting fucked so 
furiously by a horny dog. 

His eyes never leaving the scene on the bed, Mel reached down and unfastened 
his fly, maneuvering his growing prick out into the open air and beginning 
to stroke it lightly with his hand. He could feel the smooth 
cock-headNswelling awesomely under his touch. It seemed the more he touched 
his cock, the more urgent became his desire to somehow get involved in the 
perverse scene on the bed. 

And the more intense his feelings of lust became, the more outraged he felt. 
He began to entertain sadistic fantasies about punishing his wife for her 
shameless sexual betrayal. No matter how he looked at it, he could not get 
over the painful realization that Kay was obviously enjoying that red hunk 
of dog-cock more than she had ever enjoyed her own husband's prick. 

And that hurt. 

Jesus, I'm married to a goddamned nymphomaniac and never knew it. It just 
turns out that her tastes in a good screw happen to be pretty fucking weird. 

Mel was beginning to enjoy his feelings of righteous indignation, and the 
more he thought about it, the more he felt justified in his growing 
determination to punish his wife for wounding his pride. 

No woman can replace me with a goddamned dog and get away with it. No way! 

His hand moved more and more urgently up and down the length of his turgid 
cock, and his staring eyes took on the crazy gleam of sadistic desire. 

Kay on the bed was shaking her blonde head abandonedly from side to side, 
making animal-like little groans with every instroke of the laboring dog's 
hard, thick cock. She felt that her cunt had never felt this alive before, 
this receptive to every little ripple of hotly coursing stimulation. At the 
moment she believed that she could go on forever-taking that rhythmic solid 
fucking up into her flaring pussy until she was bereft of all sense, all 
reason. 

The young housewife had discovered the fantasy of becoming pure 
fuck-machine. That was all she wanted right now. To fuck and fuck and 
fuck.... 

"Oh, Gawd, it's beautiful, Jet! My pussy's on fire! Jeez! I don't ever want 
it to stop! Not ever! It's so good, so goooodddd!" 

Her eyes closed, her whole body responding automatically to the animal's 
staccato fuck-rhythm into her cunt, Kay swayed and jerked like a madwoman, 
scarcely aware now of her unseen observer. 

She had almost forgotten that she was fucking Jet in her bedroom to help 
initiate her husband into a sensuality broader than the old in-and-out, 
wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am mentality. Her own wants and needs filled all her 
attention now. 

Then suddenly a dull pressure against her lips reminded the young wife of 
that other presence in the house. 

"Open up and suck my cock, bitch," Mel growled down at her as one hand held 
her hair and the other guided his swollen cock in between her automatically 
resisting lips. 

Kay was surprised first by the sudden reminder of her husband's presence, 
second by the obvious anger in his voice. But no, there was no reason why he 
should be angry with her-Jet was only a dog, not a rival. What she heard in 
his voice had to be excitement then. 

Satisfied with her own explanation, Kay parted her lips welcoming wide and 
took the awesome girth of her husband's big prick all the way in to the back 
of her throat. She began to suck at his dick, hungrily, pleased to have this 
new titillating oral satisfaction to supplement the hard fucking she was 
getting from the German shepherd. 

"Mmmmm," she mumbled appreciatively around the filling thickness of Mel's 
cock as she nibbled and sucked at its burgeoning contours, coaxing it to 
even greater hardness with her honey-soft mouth. 

"Hot damn, you really are a little nympho!" Mel spat down at the slavishly 
kneeling woman who was his wife. He wasn't sure if he was feeling more 
admiration or contempt for the enthusiastic way in which she was accepting 
his cock in her mouth while she continued to get skewered from behind by the 
dog. 

Whatever his feelings were, he knew one thing. He was intensely excited by 
the sight of her garter-striated white ass churning lasciviously beneath him 
while the dog humped relentlessly up into her cunt. He had never realized 
before how stimulating sheer depravity could be. He was actually beginning 
to entertain the real possibility of carrying through with the punishment he 
had thought up earlier. 

That would sure as hell surprise her, he thought as he watched her shapely 
ass wriggle out her growing titillation. She wants me to be more sensual? 
Well, that's okay with me, just as long as I get to call the shots myself. 
And, boy, wouldn't she be surprised! 

Unaware of the thoughts running through her husband's head, Kay focused her 
full attention on bringing maximum pleasure both to the human prick filling 
her mouth and the animal cock ramming into her cunt. She established a lewd 
rhythm between her sucking motions over Mel's rigid rod and the tempo with 
which she thrust her hips back to meet Jet's tapered dog-prick. 

Kay wished she could let her husband know just how good she felt about this 
new sensuality they were sharing, but she didn't want to interrupt the 
rhythm. So she strove to let him know by the enthusiasm of her attentions 
how close she was feeling to him at this moment. 

Sylvia was right, the young blonde thought happily. My fucking Jet is 
bringing Mel and me closer together. We just haven't been going about our 
sex life in the right way, that's all. Now we can start to learn more about 
what will make us both happy. Oh, Mel, I'm so glad! 

Feeling happier than she had in a long, long time, Kay concentrated her full 
attentions on convincing her husband of how much she cared for him. While 
her ass continued to seek out Jet's long, lunging strokes, her mouth worked 
subserviently over Mel's cock. She swirled her tongue eagerly around the 
bulbous cock-tip, then made long wet swipes of her tongue all the way up 
from the base of his cock to the little slit in the knob. 

Then her head bobbed rhythmically up and down once again while her ovaled 
mouth took in all his pulsing rod on each lascivious downward motion. As her 
lustful tempo increased, she gradually became obsessed with the idea of 
receiving both her loyers' cum at the same time. 

That was what she wanted now. That would be her final victory. 

All her efforts focused toward this end, Kay worked tirelessly to draw the 
thick jets of cum from both her lovers' laden balls. She wanted it. She was 
hungry for it. She had to have it. 

Mel was even more overwhelmed by Kay's lustful behavior from his closer 
vantage point on the bed than he had been before. Of course now his cock was 
also throbbing heatedly in her throat, and that helped accentuate the 
urgency of his feelings. 

"Jee-sus, suck it, bitch! Gawd, I've never seen any cunt as excited as you 
are. You know, Kay, all this time I had this hot number on my hands and 
never knew what to do with her. Well now I know. Don't you worry. Now I know 
how to handle a nympho she-bitch like my little wife." 

Kay was so wrapped up in fucking and sucking that her mind didn't register 
the threat in her husband's words. She continued to work her head up and 
down over his prick without let-up, aiming for the moment of explosive 
multiple orgasm that was her only goal-her momentary obsession. 

"Shit, bitch, you must be just about ready to get your rocks off!" Mel 
exclaimed excitedly as he watched her ass work frenziedly back against the 
dog's hairy loins. He held her head closer to his own prick, holding her 
steadier while he stroked it in and out of her mouth at his own pace. He 
didn't want her to make him come just yet. He had other plans for his hard 
cock. 

"Suck it, slut! Oh, shit! That's the way! What a fucking whore you are, Kay. 
And I didn't know. And here you are getting it from a goddamned dog. Come 
on, Jet boy, fuck her, fuck her! Blow your wad right up into her greedy 
little cunt!" 

The heated urgency of her husband's words combined with the compelling 
rhythm of the dog's long lunging strokes to drive the slavishly entrapped 
housewife over the peak to climax. 

"Ohhh, Gawwwd! I'm commming!" she managed to mewl around the stroking cock 
in her mouth, and she ground her ass fitfully against Jet's furry underbelly 
until he, too, began to jerk out his orgasm. 

Kay tried anxiously to also bring her husband to orgasm, so she could 
fulfill her fantasy of taking both her lovers' sperm into her belly at once. 
But Mel was holding her head firmly so she could only accept his cock into 
her mouth at the tempo he set. She realized even through the fury of her 
lust that Mel did not want to come-not yet anyway-and that mystified her. 

What could her husband have in mind? 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Once the big German shepherd had pumped out the last of his gushing load of 
jism, he dismounted from the woman's quivering ass and got off the bed. As 
though he sensed the human male's anger, he sat watchfully in a corner of 
the room, well away from the couple, still lewdly entwined on the mattress. 

Kay tried to continue sucking her husband's still swollen cock, but he drew 
away from her. Puzzled, she looked up at his face in search of some sort of 
explanation. She was immediately startled by his look of angry lust. 

"Wh-What's the matter, honey? Didn't you like watching me make love to Jet? 
I did it just for you." 

"Yeah, I could tell," Mel replied cynically. "You looked like you were 
having a really boring time." 

"No ... no, of course not. It felt good. But I wanted you to enjoy it, too. 
I loved feeling your big cock in my mouth. Won't you let me make you come?" 

Again she reached for the swollen shaft of his prick, but he pushed her hand 
roughly aside. 

"Don't worry, doll. You're going to get to make me come. But you know I've 
always liked fucking better than sucking." 

He began to maneuver around behind her, and Kay felt better. He may have 
been somewhat shocked by watching her getting fucked by the dog, but at 
least he still wanted to fuck her himself. That was a good sign, surely. 

The kneeling blonde felt renewed pangs of titillation gnawing at her wet 
cunt as she relished the prospect of getting fucked again, so soon after the 
dog's hard, thorough humping of her accepting pussy. Although her climax had 
been intense and satisfying, she felt ready for more of the delightful 
filling sensations in her cunt. She was beginning to realize something about 
herself. 

The more fucking Kay got, the more she wanted. , Kneeling subserviently 
before her lust-incensed husband, the young housewife awaited the moment 
when she would feel his stiff prick invading the already stimulated walls of 
her cunt. She thrust her ass salaciously into the air, eager for him to have 
his way with her. The more she thought about being fucked twice in one 
session-once by a dog, once by her husband-the hotter she got, until she 
could feel her pussy-juices flowing down her thighs along with the seeping 
stream of the dog's jism. 

"Ready, bitch?" Mel asked harshly. He was holding the shaft of his stiff 
cock in his hand and looking hungrily down at the smooth swells of her ass 
streaked with the lewd black lines of her garter belt, and her 
black-stocking-covered legs beneath. The picture inspired him with a new 
surge of lust, and he leaned forward slightly, rubbing his prick eagerly 
against the tremulous slit of her pussy. 

Kay winced a little at the unmistakable lack of tenderness in her husband's 
words. Obviously all was not yet forgiven. 

His anger just made her want him all the more. She wanted it to be all right 
between them, and she felt a good solid session of enjoyable fucking would 
accomplish what mere words could not. 

"Yes, darling," she mewled pleadingly. "Make love to me. Please, Mel. I need 
you so much." 

"I'm going to fuck you, baby. Fuck you till you can't walk." Mel slid his 
prick back and forth in her wet pussy-slit, tantalizing himself with this 
last postponement of greater pleasures to come. 

"Oh, Mel darling. It feels wonderful. Your big thick cock feels so good 
against my pussy." Anxious to feel his prick up inside her cunt-hole, Kay 
encouraged her husband with her ass-cheeks, churning them back at him in 
eager anticipation of his imminent impalement. 

While he made sure his cock, already slick with saliva, was further 
moistened by her free-flowing juices, Mel began to stab a ringer enticingly 
against his wife's puckered shitter. 

Kay was unbelievably excited by Mel's exploratory jab at her asshole. She 
enjoyed the extra bit of titillation, and the thought that her husband was 
already beginning to experiment with new areas of arousal promised well for 
the success of her bold seduction plan. 

But as the pressure on her asshole became more pronounced, Kay became more 
worried. She realized that it was not his finger now that was pressing 
against the taut opening but the head of his cock. 

Surely he was not thinking.... 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

"AAIIIYEYIYEEE!!" she wailed in agonized pain as Mel's prick popped the 
initial resistance of her asshole and entered the first little way up into 
her tight, virgin butt. 

"OH GAWD NO! Please don't do this to me, Mel! PLEASE! You're killing me!" 

All at one cruel blow, Kay realized that her hopes for her daring afternoon 
escapade were dashed to smithereens. Rather than being turned on by his 
wife's new sensuality, Mel was obviously filled with anger. He was going to 
punish her ... in the crudest, most humiliating way he knew how.... 

He was going to ass-fuck her.... 

"Please, Mel! Don't!" She tried once again to appeal to her husband's 
compassion, though somewhere inside her she knew it Was hopeless. He had 
made up his mind, and nothing was going to deter him from his sadistic 
course. 

"You don't want to hurt me, Mel! Please, don't do this! You don't realize 
how much it hurts! AiiiEE! Gawd!" 

"Why shouldn't I want to hurt you, bitch? Haven't you been cutting away at 
my manhood for months and years, letting me know I'm not man enough for 
you?" Mel spoke through clenched teeth as he forced his prick millimeter by 
slow millimeter up into Kay's tightly resisting asshole. 

"Now you make sure I see you getting fucked by the neighbors' goddamned dog. 
'Even a dog's a better fuck than Mel is,' you're telling me. Don't you think 
I got my pride, woman? Didn't you think there'd come a time when I just 
couldn't take any more?" 

"No, Mel, no! You don't understand!" the cruelly pinioned wife cried out 
urgently. "I just wanted us to have a more open relationship. To let each 
other know what we liked. To do different things. I thought you'd like it, 
Mel. Honest I did. Honest. Oh, Gawd, it hurts, Mel! Stop. Please?" 

Her last plea for mercy was a soft trembling question that betrayed little 
hope for her quest. 

Already Mel's cock had penetrated her asshole a couple of inches, and the 
young Kay felt more stretched and abused than ever before in her whole life. 
She had wanted to experiment with sensuality. Maybe even some day let her 
husband butt-fuck her. 

But not like this. She didn't want him to fuck her in the ass just to punish 
her. She didn't want them to be together in anger like this. It was wrong. 
It was horrible. It was degrading. 

Tears flowed unchecked down the young housewife's cheeks, but she realized 
with dull surprise that they were not so much tears of pain now, as of pure 
unadulterated humiliation. It was the knowledge that her husband was 
inflicting this punishment on her, not out of love, but out of sheer hate, 
that made her tremble with pain now. Pain of the heart and spirit. 

"Please let me go, Mel. You've done it. You've made me suffer. Now let me 
go." Her words came out flat and expressionless. She felt utterly defeated 
now. All she wanted was to crawl into a corner and hide. 

"Shut up and move that ass of yours, doll. I got into this to get my rocks 
off, and that's what I'm goddamned well going to do. Now let's see you move 
that little ass of yours a little, eh?" 

His anger almost forgotten in the mounting intensity of his lust, Mel kept 
spreading the resisting walls of his wife's asshole until his throbbing cock 
was buried all the way up in her butt. 

"Jee-sus," he moaned. "Never felt anything this tight in my life. Gawd, my 
prick's throbbing like crazy. Beautiful. Beautiful." 

Convinced that the best way to put an end to her humiliation was to comply 
with her husband's wishes and make him come as soon as possible, Kay began 
to move her ass. 

Slowly at first, and then more quickly, more rhythmically, she squirmed her 
butt-cheeks back and forth along the lewd filling presence in her asshole. 
She learned how to accommodate her movements to Mel's prick so the pain was 
almost gone now, but the feelings of hurt and humiliation remained, like the 
scar from a branding-iron on her soul. 

"Gawd, woman, you're incredible!" Mel said, his words betraying mixed awe 
and contempt. "Is there anything that doesn't turn that little ass of yours 
on? Jeez, look at it move." , "No, I like it, I like it all!" Kay wailed in 
a voice that was taut with feverish intensity. He thought she was nothing 
but a slut now, did he? Well, she could get into that, too. She could be 
anything she wanted to be. She'd show him what a really sexy woman could do. 

With this decision, something snapped in the young wife's soul. She 
abandoned the last vestiges of the Midwestern morality she had been raised 
with, and gave herself up to the senses. If Mel couldn't love her for what 
she was, then the hell with him! 

That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy sensuality wherever she found it. There 
was something oddly exciting about being screwed in the ass by an angry man, 
and Kay decided to concentrate on that shred of arousal. She wasn't going to 
let herself be punished. 

She was going to enjoy. Everything. If Mel wanted to screw her in the ass 
till she couldn't walk, then she would enjoy that, too. She would not let 
him bring her down. 

Now she began to move with the frenzy of a woman possessed, concentrating on 
the taunting thread of pleasure that was lurking somewhere in her belly and 
drawing it out, making it the core of her feelings for the moment. Her 
asshole was sufficiently stretched now that the pain was quite gone, and she 
was free to move her butt-cheeks in wanton response to each of Mel's long, 
hard strokes. 

"Oh, Gawd, it's good! It's so good, Mel! Fuck my ass! Fuck me till I can't 
walk, just like you said, Mel. I want it. I need it. That's what life is all 
about for me. I want my body alive. Alive! To everything!" 

She made salacious little churning motions with her garter-striped ass, 
taunting his stiff cock with her abandoned eroticism, forcing him to keep 
pace with her building excitement. 

"Jee-sus, woman, you're not just a nymphomaniac. You're a goodamned sex 
freak! You must be crazy. Ahh, uuhhh, feels great!" 

His plan was not working quite as Mel had hoped it would. Instead of 
kneeling in debased acceptance of his punishment as she had done initially, 
his wife was now undulating her hips enthusiastically back at his 
ass-fucking cock. 

She was obviously enjoying every inch of his prick jammed into her virgin 
asshole, and wanted all the hard deep stimulation his throbbing cock could 
give her. 

Mel was not getting the satisfaction of watching Kay suffer, but his aching 
cock was enjoying an erotic field-day of titillating lust as his wife's butt 
squirmed ceaselessly back against him. 

"Gawd, move your ass, bitch!" he moaned. "Gawd, my prick's never been in 
anything this virgin before! Christtt!" 

The young husband could feel his cock swelling steadily under the taunting 
inspiration of Kay's clutching ass-walls, but he fought against the lurking 
tremors of release. He wanted to enjoy for a little while longer the 
scintillating excitement of a perversion he would probably never have the 
nerve to repeat. 

Mel realized he had never been this aroused in his life before, and the 
experience confused him. It was like he was into something way over his 
head, and didn't know how to get out. 

It felt good. It felt damned good. But somehow he burned with a resentment 
that his wife had gotten him in somewhere he didn't want to go. And now his 
body demanded that he go through with it. But he could never forgive Kay for 
challenging the outer limits of his manhood like this. 

"Yes, oh yessss, Mel! That's the way! Oh, shit, I feel so good! I never 
thought being screwed in the ass could be good. But it's better than that. 
I'm flyinggg!" 

The excited blonde's voice was a high-pitched banshee wail as she tossed her 
head back in erotic concentration and sought further satisfaction from the 
hard prick skewering her asshole. Her hips never slowed their salacious 
rhythm, not even when her husband tried to slow them down, ease the 
overwhelming stimulation on his lewdly buried prick. 

"You like it, eh, bitch?" he moaned. "Well, you're getting it. Everything I 
got. Here, take it!" 

With that, the young husband began to saw his cock energetically into his 
wife's asshole, letting the shocking lust-darts take hold and sweep him over 
the top, until he was floating in the wanton ecstasy of climax. 

"Oh, Christ, I'm comming! COMMINGGG!!" he wailed, and held her ass firmly 
against him, shooting his welling cum far up into her her forever stretched 
shitter. 

Despite the perversity of their coupling, the impossible was happening. 

"Me, too. Me, too, Mel! I'm commming! UH! OOOHHH! Beautifullll!" 

What regular fucking had not been able to accomplish, raw angry lust had. 
The young couple were coming together, flying high in the sensuous 
never-never-land of orgiastic freedom together. For the first time in 
months. 

Husband and wife squirmed out their orgasms, together in body, miles apart 
in spirit. 

Kay felt incredibly free. One by one, the mental barriers to her sensuality 
were breaking down. There really seemed to be nothing she could not enjoy. 
She even felt perversely grateful to Mel for making her act out this most 
forbidden aspect of eroticism. 

She knew he had only wanted to punish her. But she could forgive him that. 
She was willing to accept this session as a learning experience-something 
they could gain from and build on. 

"Mel?" she whispered. "Do you realize we came together, for the first time 
in ages?" She felt happy, at peace. Full of love. 

Suddenly her husband sprang from the bed. 

"You know something?" he told her quietly. "It makes me sick to my stomach 
to be in the same room with a woman who can turn on to something like that. 
You're not my wife. You're a goddamned whore." 

That was all he said, though it took him more than an hour to pack his 
suitcase and leave. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Kay had done nothing to try to keep Mel from leaving her. All the time he 
was packing his bag, she had felt nothing but an icy emptiness. His last 
words to her had convinced her more than anything else that she and Mel 
would never be able to see eye to eye on sex. So, obviously, the best thing 
to do was to go their separate ways, find their own individual routes to 
sexual and emotional happiness. 

She had cried, but only after he had gone. And the tears weren't so much 
grief at losing her man, but a kind of sentimental longing for a past that 
now seemed more romantic, more perfect than it had ever actually been in the 
living. 

And she was lonely at first. The big house, full of memories, seemed to echo 
with her every footstep, reminding her that there was no one else there-and 
that there would be no one else there, not in the next hour, the next day, 
the next week. 

Kay had never had much experience at being alone, and she found she did not 
like it. 

That was where Sylvia and Tom proved to be such good friends. They had the 
deserted young wife over for dinner many times. And Sylvia would be sure to 
invite Kay along whenever she went shopping or decided to treat herself to a 
movie. 

And then the older couple began introducing Kay to attractive young male 
friends. So it was not long before the blonde found herself involved in a 
whirl of dating activity such as she had not known since high-school days. 

Only now there was a significant difference. Now she was free to invite her 
dates home and fuck them all night long. She found herself feeling sexually 
satisfied, something, she realized now, she had never known before. 

Though satisfaction did not mean satiety. It really seemed that the more she 
got, the more she wanted. 

That was why she had been so pleased when Jeff Marker, a business associate 
of Tom's, had called and invited her to accompany him to a very exclusive 
sex club downtown. Kay had spent the last couple of nights alone and she was 
ready to get out and let off some steam. 

She was more than pleased when she actually met Jeff face to face. He was 
one of the most attractive men she had ever laid eyes on-tall and muscular, 
with black curly hair and a pronounced cleft in his chin. Kay's immediate 
impression was that she was in the presence of a movie star, though she knew 
Jeff worked in an office right downtown. 

It made the attractive blonde feel very glamorous to be accompanied by such 
a handsome date. She realized, as she and Jeff entered the club together, 
that she really was enjoying being a single girl. It was certainly more 
exciting than being a wife-with a lot more activity and a lot more variety. 

At the moment the loneliness seemed worth the compensations. 

She and Jeff were shown to a private room with a low table and cushions and 
drapes covering one wall. Beneath the drapes there was a ledge, like a 
window seat. She and Jeff sat on cushions on either side of the table and 
were served Brantly Alexanders by an attractive Japanese waitress. Then they 
were left alone. 

"Well, how do you like it so far?" Jeff asked her, a wry twinkle in his 
green eyes. 

Kay looked around her. Nice, but certainly nothing risque, nothing 
suggesting sex or lewdness. There wasn't even a bed. Discreet was probably 
the best word she could think of. 

"It's very nice, but are you sure we didn't drop into a Japanese restaurant 
by mistake?" She laughed, a gay musical sound heightened by the effects of 
her drink. 

"I'm sure, and I'll show you the best proof of all." Jeff reached over and 
pulled a cord that opened the drapes. They were looking into a room, bare 
except for a mat on the floor. Kay could dimly make out windows on the other 
side of the room, but she could not see through them. She realized they must 
belong to other cubicles like the one she and Jeff occupied. 

The blonde's attention was distracted by a very pretty young woman who 
walked into the room with a Doberman pinscher at her side. The girl was 
naked, with long black hair that fell below her waist. She was slender, yet 
she had full firm tits that stood up proudly, and a taut little ass that was 
almost boyish in its youthful sensuality. 

Without hesitating, the girl fell to her hands and knees on the mat and 
began to writhe her butt salaciously backward, as though she were asking to 
be fucked. 

Her message was obviously intended for the Doberman who took his cue 
promptly, mounting up behind the girl and searching obscenely for her cunt 
with the distended shaft of his long red cock. 

Mesmerized by the lewd goings-on in the neighboring room, Kay automatically 
moved closer to the window, sitting on the ledge beneath and staring fixedly 
at the glistening red prick that hung between the dog's legs. Jeff came and 
sat beside her, massaging one full tit through her dress as he, too, watched 
the lust-inciting fuck-scene through the window. 

"What do you think?" he asked her, breathing his words into her ear, sending 
stimulating lust-darts shooting down her spine to her already moistening 
cunt. 

"Gawd, it's obscene," she replied in a lusty, throaty voice. "I've never 
seen a woman get fucked by a dog before." 

It was true. Though Kay had fucked Sylvia's German shepherd many times now, 
she had never watched another woman being penetrated by a swollen animal 
prick. The prospect excited her, and she waited with bated breath for the 
dog's gleaming cock-head to impale the girl's lewdly proffered pussy. 

There was a moment of tension when the animal was obviously straining for 
his goal, and the girl was trembling with expectant passion, her eyes 
glazed, her mouth hanging open. Then her face contorted with lustful relish, 
and Kay knew his tapered prick had entered her gaping cunt. 

Just as it always happened with Jet, the big Doberman immediately began to 
saw his thick hard prick energetically back and forth in the girl's 
accepting pussy, while she thrust her hips eagerly back to meet his every 
instroke. By the way her lips were moving, Kay knew the girl was crying 
aloud her passion, moaning and grunting and encouraging the handsome beast, 
but no sound penetrated the little cubicle she shared with Jeff. 

"Oh, I wish we could hear what she's saying!" Kay exclaimed excitedly. "She 
looks like she's enjoying it so much." 

"Like magic," Jeff answered her, and he reached over and flipped a switch 
that let the sound of the girl's cries into the room. 

"Oh, God, doggie darling! It's wonnnderful! Fuck my pussy! Please fuck me! 
Oh, God yes! Like that! AAAahhh!" Her eyes closing in ecstasy, the pretty 
teen-ager concentrated all her energies on responding to the animal's 
relentless screwing. 

Jeff flicked off the switch. 

"Does it excite you?" he asked Kay, his hands exploring her boobs more 
abandonedly now. He could tell she wore no bra underneath her dress, and the 
knowledge titillated him. He grasped first one and then the other swollen 
little nipple and pinched it into greater taut excitement. Then his hands 
began wandering down over her belly. Through her light linen dress he 
discovered that his date wore no panties either. 

Everything Tom Benson had said was obviously true. This blonde beaut was a 
real sexpot. With no games attached. She was all ready for action. 

Kay's staring blue eyes heavy with lust should have been enough to give Jeff 
his answer. She found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the 
perverted scene in the other room, but her senses were duly registering 
every taunting stroke of her date's hands over her lightly clad body. She 
could feel the moisture building between her legs, running down her thighs, 
and she squeezed them closer together, anticipating the moment when she 
would feel her handsome date's cock penetrating her cunt. 

"Gawd, look at his big red cock ramming right up into her little pussy. How 
can a little girl like that take anything so big?" she asked, her words an 
awe-filled half-whisper. 

"A woman can take anything when she's hungry enough for it," her date 
answered. The big man could feel his cock throbbing mightily inside his 
slacks, and he was eager for a warm wet place to bury its hardness. 

Slowly he got down onto the floor next to the ledge and urged Kay down 
beside him. He adjusted her position so she was kneeling facing the window, 
with her elbows resting on the ledge. 

"Do you mind if I do a little investigating down here, Kay honey?" he asked, 
his trembling fingers raising the hem of her skirt and pushing it up over 
her hips so her round white butt-cheeks were bared lewdly to his avid gaze. 
"No panties, eh, Kay? Does that mean what I think it means?" His voice was 
hoarse, suggestive. 

"Oh, Gawd, she's enjoying it so much. She loves that wonderful dog-cock in 
her cunt. Oh, Jeff, my pussy's so excited. I want you to fuck me, darling. 
Right here. Right now. While I watch that pretty little girl getting fucked 
by the dog!" 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Jeff could scarcely believe his good fortune. It was one thing to find a 
woman who would go to a sex club with him on a blind date. But to find that 
she was so eager to get right down to the fucking was an added bonus. Jeff 
had a mighty ache in his balls, and he was in no mood for polite 
preliminaries. 

He pulled his prick from his pants and shoved the blunt-headed shaft in 
along the cleft of her buns, moistening it in the wet juices escaping from 
her excited pussy. 

"Oooohh, feels wonderful," Kay moaned, swaying her ass in aroused acceptance 
of his obscene probings. "Oh, your cock feels so good between my legs, Jeff. 
It's so big and thick. Mmmm, I can hardly wait to feel it inside my cunt." 

The young blonde was enjoying the sheer lewdness of kneeling in front of a 
near-stranger's cock, waiting for him to fuck her, while a young woman was 
getting fucked by a dog just a few feet away. The titillating knowledge that 
watching the girl turn on to the dog's hard-skewering prick was heightening 
her own excitement made Kay groan in throaty self-abasement. 

"Jee-sus, Jeff, I can hardly stand it. I don't think I've ever been this 
excited. Ever! God, look at that dog's ramrod prick. What a beauty! And he's 
fucking her little pink twat so good!" 

Listening to her own words reminded Kay of just how far she had come from 
the shy housewife of a few weeks before. The difference was incredible. And 
the amount of pleasure she was getting out of life had increased a 
hundredfold. Just like Sylvia, she was out now to reap all the enjoyment she 
could harvest. 

While she watched the red flash of the dog's pointed cock working in and out 
of the girl's cunt, Kay relished the hard pressure of her date's cock-head 
against her moist, ready pussy-mouth. 

"Oh, Jeez, yes! That's the way, Jeff honey! Let me have that big prick of 
yours up inside me! AAAIIEEE!" 

Kay was not prepared for the thick invasion that began to shove its way up 
into her automatically contracting cunt. She had never gotten screwed by a 
cock this thick. It felt as though it were going to split her in two, so far 
apart was it forcing the tremulous walls of her pussy. 

"Jeez, Jeff, it's so big! Am I supposed to be able to take all of that at 
once?" 

Yet even as she spoke, Kay realized that she could take all of that. That 
she wanted more than anything to take all of that long thick prick up in her 
greedy cunt. 

"Aaaahhh, God I've never been so filled! Oh, Jeff honey, everything about 
you is beautiful. Everything. Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, Gawwwwd, yessss!" 

Practically delirious with the intense pleasure provoked by that hefty cock 
inside her pussy, Kay began to wriggle her ass-cheeks enticingly back at the 
kneeling man. She wanted him to start ramming into her right away. Her whole 
being was crying out for the taunting stimulation of a good-sized prick 
fucking in and out of her clasping cunt-walls. 

"Christ, woman, you're something else!" Jeff breathed through clenched 
teeth. "That sweet little cunt of yours is nibbling at my prick just like a 
calf on its ma's teats." 

The big man had to hold her ass forcibly still for a few moments, to brace 
himself against that first overwhelming onslaught of pleasure as he buried 
his turgid cock all the way up in her cunt. The excitement was 
excruciatingly intense, but by summoning up his willpower, Jeff was ready to 
start a slow fuck-rhythm into the blonde's welcoming snatch. 

It only increased Kay's sense of excitement to have her butt held motionless 
and the slow tentative strokes Jeff made up into her cunt were like a kind 
of exquisite torture. It practically drove her crazy not to be able to move, 
to reciprocate the taunting caresses of his prick against her pussy-walls. 
But the torture heightened the pleasure, and the pretty blonde knew for the 
first time the kind of delirium that can come from intense passion, intense 
wanting. 

"Jess, darling, I can't tell you how wonderful I feel!" she groaned 
breathlessly. "My little pussy is tingling like mad, honey. Uuhhh, Gawd, now 
I understand how people die from feeling good!" 

The man felt he was enough in control of the situation now to begin longer, 
deeper strokes up into the kneeling woman's tight cunt. His motions were 
sometimes slow, sometimes quicker, sometimes harsh, sometimes 
feather-gentle. And the results were exactly what Jeff intended. 

"Aaahhh, oohhh, so good! Jeff darling, you really know how to fuck, you know 
that?" 

Kay had never been so expertly fucked in her life. She had at last met a man 
who was intensely alert to the sensual needs of a woman. Jeff knew exactly 
how to maneuver that fine big cock of his to best advantage, so that he had 
the woman under him pleading for mercy, begging for more of his lusty 
loving. 

"Uh, do it, do it, do it to meeee!" Kay chanted mindlessly, her dazed eyes 
still recording the vigorous fucking the young girl was getting from the 
Doberman pinscher on the other side of the glass. 

But somehow now Kay was less infatuated with the dog's big scarlet prick. 
She was more interested in the thick smooth human cock that was doing such 
titillating things to her responsive pussy. 

Jeff, too, was less interested in what was going on in the next room than he 
was in the sensual responses of the lovely blonde kneeling in front of him. 
He had never met a woman as responsive as Kay Brock, and it made his cock 
throb more excitedly in her cunt to realize just how much she was 
appreciating his skilled lovemaking. 

His greatest pride was his talent for making women feel good. 

And his greatest reward was fucking a woman who responded more intensely, 
more sensuously than all the others. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he told Kay as he watched her toss her blonde hair 
excitedly around her head, striving to work out the intense feelings of 
titillation soaring throughout her quaking body. 

"Your little twat is hugging my prick like a little honey-pot." 

Her naked white ass-cheeks shoved salaciously up in the air, Kay still 
strove to undulate her ass more freely, to meet Jeff's instrokes with her 
own energetic movements. 

Feeling the erotic intensity in their little cubicle building like flames in 
a wooden shack, Jeff let go his tight grip on Kay's butt, allowing her to 
move more freely against him. While he at the same time began to make 
quicker, more excited lunging strokes up into her clasping cunt. For several 
moments, neither was aware of anything but their mutual grunts and groans as 
they worked furiously at intensifying the swelling pace of eroticism they 
had created. 

From time to time they watched the lust-contorted face of the girl in the 
next room, who was obviously beside herself with the excitement of being 
fucked by the dog. In her face they saw reflected their own increasingly 
uncontrolled arousal, and they felt the little darts of frantic fire 
stabbing at their loins, their bellies, their trembling legs. 

"God, woman, you're the best fuck I've ever met. I love your tight little 
cunt. Jesus, I don't know how much more of this my prick can take!" 

"I feel wonderful, too, Jeff lover. You have the most beautiful big cock. 
Oh, it's good. Yes, like that. Harder, harder! Fuck me! Aaahhh! AAAAHHHH!" 

So intent was she on the jolting pleasure sensations soaring throughout her 
feverishly responsive body, that Kay was actually taken by surprise when the 
ultimate pleasure struck. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Gawd!" she mewled, her eyes wide. "I ... I'm COMMMMINGGGG! OH, 
JEFF! UHHH! COOMMIINNGGG!!" 

Great waves of molten sensation swept from the tips of her clenched toes up 
to her thoroughly moistened pussy, then on to her heaving tits still encased 
in the safe covering of her dress. Her bared ass-cheeks drove back at Jeff's 
loins again and again, jostling him, daring him to join her in the ultimate 
orgy of climax. 

And he did. 

Unable to resist her unrestrained erotic movements any longer, Jeff let his 
boiling jizz shoot out from his heavy balls into the wildly clasping cavern 
of her cunt. 

"Shit, me too! Oh, fuck, it's great! I'm going to drown that beautiful 
little cunt of yours with my jism!" 

Again and again, he thrust his pelvis hard up against her ass-cheeks, giving 
her every last drop of his viscous fuck-juice. Then when he had no more to 
give, he fell forward against her, hugging her ass, lightly caressing the 
soft hood of her clitoris. 

When her crisis was over, Kay opened her eyes, only to see that the girl in 
the next room was collapsed on the mat on the floor. She, too, must have 
come during the heedless intensity of her and Jeff's climax. 

Kay felt very happy, very filled, very content. She reached around and 
stroked her lover's curls. She felt relaxed. There was no rush to resume the 
fury of fucking. They'd have the whole night ahead of them when they got to 
her place. 

Moments later, Jeff rose to his feet and glanced at his watch. 

"Getting late," he murmured ruefully. "Got to be going, honey. Do you mind 
driving home yourself?" 

Kay was stunned. "What...? Why?" 

He smiled sheeplishly. 

"You know wives. They're willing to give you so much freedom, but if you 
take just one teeny bit more, whammo, you're cut off for a month. And 
because I would like to see you again ... very soon...." he chucked her 
under the chin...."I am going to be a very good boy and do exactly what 
wife-ee says." 

"You've got a wife?" Kay knew it was absurd to feel so disappointed. Most of 
the men she went out with were tied to other women. But they usually managed 
to stay with her at least till three or four in the morning, when she was so 
tired and fucked-out that she didn't mind, or even notice, spending the rest 
of the night alone. 

Somehow, though, she had gotten the idea from Tom Benson's remarks that Jeff 
was a bachelor. That was one of the things that had excited her so much 
about discovering how handsome he was and how much fun to be with. 

"Gee, I'm sorry, honey." His eyes expressed real concern. "Didn't you know? 
I wouldn't have tried to fool you, you know that, don't you?" 

"Sure," Kay replied dully as she rose to her feet and smoothed down the 
bottom of her dress. "I just didn't get Tom's story straight, I guess." She 
managed a bright smile. "What does it matter anyway? We had a good time 
together, didn't we?" 

Jeff smiled, too. 

"You bet we did. And I want it to happen again. Real soon. Just as soon as 
the boss lets me out." 

Jeff walked her to her car, and wrapped her in a long passionate embrace 
before saying good-bye. For a moment Kay felt a resurgence of her earlier 
arousal. 

But she fought the feeling. She had had her ration for tonight. Her man of 
the hour had to hurry home to his wife. 

As she negotiated the freeway traffic en route home, Kay began to consider 
again the darker side of being a single girl. 

Like the record said, Kay didn't like to sleep alone. But it seemed most of 
the men her age were chained to other beds, at least as far as the sleeping 
part was concerned. Despite herself, she resented not having Mel's familiar 
presence to keep her warm at night. 

Gee, it's hard to get everything you want, she thought glumly. What I need 
is a husband who wants to fuck other women, too-but who wants to sleep with 
me. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Sylvia was astounded when she opened her front door and found Mel Brock 
staring her in the face. 

"Mel! What a surprise! Come on in." 

The younger man looked a little sheepish as he walked into the spacious 
living room and sat on the edge of the sofa. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Sylvia. I was just driving around 
having a look at the old neighborhood ... and I thought I'd drop by and see 
how you've been doing." 

"Well, I'm glad you did." Sylvia looked flushed and radiant, her red hair 
brushed back off her face, her at-home gown cut low and sexy. "Tom's out of 
town tonight on another one of his sales conferences. I was beginning to get 
bored with my own company. And the wine wasn't helping much. Would you like 
some?" 

"Great. Thank you." Mel seemed to relax a little when it appeared that his 
wife's best friend was genuinely glad to see him. He sat back more 
comfortably on the sofa. 

Sylvia brought him a glass brimming with red burgundy. 

"So," she said, "you miss Kay." 

Immediately Mel was on the defensive. 

"I didn't say that. But you can't live in a place for four years without 
getting attached to it." 

"And to the people you've spent the four years with-right?" 

He looked at her defiantly for a moment and then he dropped his gaze, 
staring somberly at the already half-empty glass in his hand. 

"Okay, so I miss her. It's not that I can't get along without her, you 
understand. I can. I have to. She and I are just never going to see eye to 
eye about sex. I had to come face to face with that the last time I saw her. 
She's just a little too kinky for me." 

"Kinky?" Sylvia took Mel's empty glass and refilled it. He took a long 
swallow before he replied. 

"Yeah, right ... kinky. You wouldn't believe some of the things that woman 
is into." 

"Oh, I probably would," Sylvia murmured as she sat next to the nervous young 
husband on the couch. "Anyway, enough of talking about persons absent. How 
about you? What have you been doing with yourself?" 

Almost as though it were by accident, she let a hand rest on Mel's knee 
while the other carried her wine-glass to her lips. 

Mel looked at the hand on his knee and bit his lip nervously. 

"Oh, nothing much. I've been keeping pretty quiet. Playing a lot of 
golf...." 

Sylvia's hand began to stroke gently up and down his thigh. 

"What? No women? You must be getting awfully horny." 

With each absent caress, her hand reached higher on his thigh, until it was 
lightly grazing the flaccid cock-bulge in his pants. Mel drained his glass, 
and reached forward to pour himself a third serving of wine from the bottle 
on the coffee table. 

"Haven't had much time for women," he mumbled, then, after another sip of 
wine, his courage increased. "It's a little hard to get back into the 
swinging bachelor life, to tell you the truth, Sylvia. After a few years of 
marriage, you kind of lose the knack of seducing girls, you know?" 

His eyes avoided his hostess, seeking instead the burgundy glow of his glass 
where the lamplight played shimmering games in the wine. 

Sylvia was excited by the possibilities for an evening that had started out 
so unpromising. She had always thought Mel Brock was a real hunk of he-man, 
but she hadn't dared think about seducing him while Kay was her best friend, 
and still not turned on to sex. Now, though, Mel was free, unattached. And 
Sylvia thought she saw an opportunity both to boost his self-confidence with 
women, and to possibly broaden his sexual horizons. Maybe Kay's experiment 
had failed because she was too close to Mel. 

Maybe what was needed to open him up was an attractive woman he knew 
relatively little about. Who was safely attached to someone else. And whose 
sexual abandon might seem more titillating than that of a wife he had always 
known as relatively modest and strait-laced. 

"I would think a good-looking guy like you would have women beating down the 
doors trying to get at you." 

He smiled drunkenly. 

"Just goes to show how wrong a pretty lady can be, Sylvia." 

Her big green eyes flirted with him for a moment. She reached out and set 
her wine glass on the table. Then she turned towards him and wrapped her 
arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his in a long passionate kiss. 

The young husband was startled by the suddenness with which he found his 
mouth locked to Sylvia's, his tongue stabbing in between her lips and 
dueling tantalizingly with hers. Within seconds, his arms were wrapped 
around her back and he was drawing her to him, lost in the heady throes of 
passion after long weeks of abstinence. 

Her lips were so soft and yielding, and yet at the same time so wantonly 
demanding, that he could feel his prick swelling tantalizingly in his pants 
as he continued to wrap his tongue around hers and make lewd little sucking 
motions on her tongue-tip with his lips. Despite his knowledge that she was 
a married woman, he wanted to fuck her. 

He felt his cock would explode if he didn't get to fuck Sylvia Benson before 
he went home tonight. 

At last Sylvia broke away from their uninhibited embrace. She rose to her 
feet and stepped out of her dress, revealing her lushly naked body to Mel's 
rapt gaze. 

Wordlessly his eyes drank in the full contours of her out-thrust tits, her 
trim little waist and her softly flaring hips. He was obviously impressed, 
yet at the same time so awestruck that he could only stare and rub a hand 
lightly over the crotch of his trousers. 

"Well, do you like me?" Sylvia asked in a lust-laden voice. 

"Like you?" At last he found his voice. "You're the best-looking woman I've 
ever seen this side of Playboy." Suddenly he looked worried. "But Jee-zuz, 
Sylvia, you're married. You shouldn't be doing anything like this." 

Sylvia dropped to her knees between Mel's legs and drew his hands to her 
naked swollen boobs. 

"Tom and I have an understanding, darling. He's probably fucking some little 
cutie in Cleveland right this minute. Now, there, don't my tits feel soft, 
lover? Make them feel good, okay?" 

Her lustful gaze seemed to propel the worried young husband into action. He 
bent his head and began to suck on the rubbery little bud of one nipple, 
while his fingers caressed the smooth slopes of her tits and tweaked 
tantalizingly at her other nipple. Then his head switched sides, and he took 
her other nipple in his mouth, nipping it in a sudden display of his 
mounting hunger. 

Shit, this is crazy, he thought. But who's going to argue with a body like 
this? 

"Aaagghhh, that's wonderful," Sylvia moaned as she continued to kneel in 
front of him, caressing his hair with her fingertips. She could feel the 
moisture building in her heating cunt as Mel's attentions to her tits became 
more and more urgent. Then she felt a finger probe the wiry hair of her 
pussy and rub salaciously against the swelling nub of her clitoris. 

"Oh, Jeezzz, that's fantastic, Mel! Wow, I don't know where you learned your 
technique, lover, but I practically want to come from feeling your mouth on 
my tits! Ooohh, and my clit's so hard and excited, too...." 

Her lusty encouraging words drove the young husband to a frantic peak of 
hurried activity. He'd never fucked a woman this beautiful before-except for 
his wife, of course. But there was something extra tantalizing about having 
a female he had no legal ties to groping hungrily at his body, as though she 
couldn't wait for him to fuck her. 

Mel probed his fingers boldly into the red thatch of Sylvia's pussy hair and 
made experimental circles with his fingertips around the soft, slick bud of 
her half-concealed clitoris. She began to hump her hips forward, offering 
the whole slit of her cunt to his groping hand. 

Jee-zuz, what a hot number! he thought as he eagerly shoved his fingers back 
along the steadily moistening slit of her pussy. 

"Oh that's it, Mel honey! Feel my pussy, lover. God, it feels so good." 
Sylvia made increasingly uninhibited little hip-thrusts against Mel's hand, 
searching out more of the delicious erotic sensations teasing at her naked 
pussy. 

"That's a beautiful little cunt you've got, Sylvia baby," Mel remarked 
hoarsely. "It's all wet already. You sure are one sexy woman." 

Sylvia saw her chance to score some points for his ego. 

"That's because you're such a sexy man, Mel darling. The minute I saw your 
face at the front door, I wanted to start raping you. You know, I don't 
think you even realize how attractive you are. I've always gotten a wet cunt 
from thinking about making it with you." 

"So how come you never tried it before?" he asked. He was feeling bolder 
now, and one finger found and penetrated her cunt-hole, soaring up inside 
the rubbery depths and establishing an obscene fucking tempo. 

"Because I didn't think Kay would like it. But now that Kay's learned to 
indulge her own sensuality...." 

Mel's finger held still for just a moment inside Sylvia's cunt. 

"You mean you know about some of the weird things she's been up to?" 

"Weird? What's weird?" Sylvia asked a little scornfully. "Whatever turns you 
on, me on, anybody on, is okay with me, honey. Life's too short to pass 
judgments on other people." 

Mel's finger was again sawing in and out of the redhead's cunt. Unsummoned, 
a picture of his wife being fucked by Sylvia's dog flashed before his eyes. 
He recalled the strange excitement he'd felt as he watched from the hallway, 
and his fingers automatically began moving faster between Sylvia's 
cunt-walls. 

"Ooohh, that incredible, lover," Sylvia moaned as she tossed her hair back 
over her shoulders in a gesture of erotic ecstasy. "Your finger is doing 
such wonderful things to my pussy, Mel." 

But Mel'ss attention would not be distracted entirely from the memories of 
that evening weeks ago. 

"It's okay to be liberal, Sylvia, but I still think fucking a dog is weird. 
Do you mean to tell me you could imagine yourself turning on to something 
like that?" 

Sylvia focused her lust-filled green eyes on Mel, a roguish smile pulling at 
the corners of her mouth as she stared. When she spoke, her lips moved so 
slowly, so sensuously, that he couldn't take his eyes off them. 

"How do you think my dog got to be so good at what he does, lover?" 

Unable to resist the erotic vibrations that flowed so tangibly between him 
and Sylvia, Mel leaned forward and closed his lips over hers. While his 
finger squirmed abandonedly inside her cunt and his thumb prodded her 
clitoris, his tongue dueled greedily with hers, searching out the farthest 
recesses of her throat. He felt a new throb inside his pants when she began 
to suck on his tongue in a lewd simulation of fucking. Again and again she 
pulled his tongue-tip inside the soft moistness of her mouth and sucked on 
it long and strong. It was as though her mouth were another cunt hungry for 
his filling cock-tongue. 

When at last their mouths parted, Mel felt no further qualms about indulging 
his long-frustrated sexuality on this incredible sensuous woman. 

Overcome with lust, he jammed his finger as far as it would go into her 
cunt, and smiled hungrily at her as she winced with abandoned enjoyment. 

"Oh good, it's so good," she moaned. 

"So you fuck dogs, too," he muttered more to himself than to her. Realizing 
that his wife was not the only neighborhood housewife to indulge in this 
obscene practice made him feel freer to dwell on its erotic aspects. He had 
felt turned on when he watched Kay fucking the German shepherd, but he 
hadn't dared let himself admit that it was a sexy thing to do and watch. 

He hadn't been able to shake the sense of how perverted it was for a woman 
to fuck a dog-or for a man to enjoy watching a woman fuck a dog. 

But now, fired with the new knowledge that the beautiful redhead in front of 
him also enjoyed the perversion of bestiality, it somehow seemed all 
right-or at least not as bad. Now Mel Brock actually felt a lewd desire to 
watch Sylvia get screwed by her pet. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

"I love fucking my beautiful big dog," Sylvia groaned as she ground her cunt 
against Mel's hand, "but I like playing with big strong men, too." 

She opened his fly and pulled out the rigid shaft of his hotly pulsing 
prick. She stared at it admiringly for a moment, watching the ivory 
cock-head swelling and throbbing in her grip. Then she lowered her head and 
stabbed her tongue into the little slit in the head, running it lightly back 
and forth along the whole distended tip, dealing feather-darts of lust to 
the man's already aroused libido. 

"Christ, woman, that's incredible!" Mel grunted as he leaned back against 
the couch, his whole body going half-rigid as it struggled with the 
intensity of the pleasure stemming from his obscenely exposed cock. His hand 
had been forced to desert Sylvia's cunt when she began to suck his cock-the 
position was just too awkward, and besides, he wanted to concentrate on the 
feelings ricocheting outward from his turgid prick. 

But he had another idea. Another way Sylvia could enjoy fiery sensations in 
her wet pussy while he responded to her cock-sucking. 

Sylvia had Mel's whole swollen cock-head in her mouth now, and she licked 
and laved it with the loving care a mother cat gives to a new bunch of 
kittens. She stabbed her tongue at its sensitive tip, then sucked hard and 
long at the whole rod, coaxing it to greater erection with the pursed pull 
of her lips. 

"Uuuu, Gawd! Oh man, beautiful," Mel groaned. Then he remembered his idea. 

"Where's your dog, Sylvia baby? Where's old Jet? Why don't you get him to 
fuck you while you suck my prick?" 

The kneeling redhead was delighted by the younger man's suggestion. Her plan 
to help Mel feel freer with open sensuality was obviously working. She 
remembered how Kay had told her Mel had said her performance with Jet was 
"disgusting". Now here he was suggesting that Sylvia fuck the animal. 

Without a doubt, Mel Brock was learning that "disgusting" was strictly in 
the eye of the beholder. 

"Oh, Mel," she moaned excitedly. "What a fantastic idea. I'd love to feel 
Jet's big hard cock up in my pussy while I suck your beautiful prick. Why 
don't you call him, Mel? He's out in the kitchen in his doggie-bed." 

Mel called the animal's name a couple of times, and the big German shepherd 
came galloping eagerly in from the kitchen. Recognizing his mistress at 
once, despite her kneeling position over the neighbor's cock, he closed in 
on her and ran his tongue eagerly over her upthrust ass-cheeks. 

"Oh Jet darling, there you are," Sylvia moaned as she squirmed her ass back 
to relish the tantalizing feel of his tongue on her bare skin. "Do you want 
to fuck me, you big beautiful baby, you?" 

Jet responded to her words by reaching over and licking her face for a 
moment while she was looking at him. Then she went back to sucking Mel's 
cock and the dog continued to investigate the proffered crack of her ass. 

She wriggled her ass salaciously and mewled around Mel's cock in her mouth 
when she felt the dog's cold wet nose stab at her sensitive, moist gash. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Goood." She worked her head hungrily up and down over 
the younger man's upthrust prick, taking his cock-head all the way in to the 
back of her throat now before moving her mouth reluctantly back out to the 
tip and then back down. The rhythm was slow but dynamic, and Mel felt his 
whole body shuddering with the delightful tingling sensations. 

"Christ, Sylvia, that's one hell of a mouth you've got there, baby! Shit, 
beautiful!" 

He thrust his hips up a little on every downstroke of her head, forcing his 
swollen prick as far as it would go into the back of her throat, relishing 
the lewd titillation as his cock-head grazed the roof of her mouth. Her 
mouth was incredibly soft, incredibly sensual, like a warm wet tunnel. Mel 
was sure his ramrod-stiff cock was still growing as it responded to her 
careful, talented ministrations. 

"Ooooohh, aaahh," Sylvia moaned as the dog's cold nose grazed along her 
fluttering pussy-lips, rousing the juices from the depths of her cunt so 
they trickled lewdly down the insides of her thighs. The stimulation was 
incredible, and she felt a lustful intense longing for something long and 
hard and filling up in her needing cunt. 

"Oh, Mel, your cock tastes so good, lover," she said as she looked up at the 
handsome young man through desire-misted eyes. "My pussy is all wet, I'm so 
excited. Make Jet fuck me now, Mel. Give him the command. I want you to do 
it. Just tell him 'up, boy', okay?" 

Her shining red head returned to its work over his erect prick, bobbing 
regularly up and down, delivering the moist pleasure-sensations to his 
sensitized prick. She even deserted his cock once to gum the flaccid bag of 
his balls, caressing them with her lips until he moaned aloud. 

It excited the inexperienced young husband incredibly to think that he had 
the power of making that big dog fuck the lovely redhead kneeling before 
him. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing his sense of command over 
the situation, and the darting pleasure pulsing through his saliva-sheathed 
prick. 

He wanted to wait until she couldn't stand the frustration another minute, 
and he opened his eyes to watch the obscene picture of the dog's muzzle 
investigating the crack of her butt. 

Though it was agony, Sylvia, too, enjoyed the expectant frenzy of waiting 
for the moment of penetration. Her wet cunt was throbbing like it couldn't 
stand to be empty another moment, and still no command was given. Still she 
had to be satisfied with the cold wet nudge of the dog's nose on her asshole 
and flaring pussy. 

"Mmmm, aaahh," she grunted as her mouth worked tirelessly over Mel's prick 
and her butt swayed lewdly in the air, trying to force the dog's nose harder 
against her cunt. 

At last she could stand it no longer and she looked up at Mel. 

"Please, Mel darling. My pussy's on fire. Make him fuck me now." 

He couldn't resist the lustful pleading in her big green eyes and, his own 
prick pulsing in eager anticipation, he gave the dog his order. 

At once, as though he, too, had been waiting for the word so he could fuck 
the lovely kneeling woman, the dog mounted up behind her. 

Mel noticed that his cock already hung heavy and ready from its sheath. The 
man felt a lewd rush of excitement course down his spine as he stared at the 
dog's handsome big face while the animal tried to find purchase up between 
Sylvia's thighs. The look of raw animal hunger on the dog's features 
reminded Mel of the essential primitiveness of sex, and he understood more 
clearly how, once tuned on, humans could find even dog-fucking exciting. 

"Jeez, Sylvia, how does that big dog-prick feel up against your twat?" he 
asked urgently, ramming Ids cock more quickly in and out of her ovaled lips. 

She looked up at him, her face a mask of writhing lust-energy. Her hand 
replaced her mouth working up and down his prick while she spoke. 

"God, it feels terrific, Mel. So hard and heavy and thick. My pussy's just 
dying! Aaahh! AARRGGGHHHH! He found it, Mel! He found it! He's fucking me! 
OoooooOOHHH!" 

He saw the mindless ecstasy on her face, then she dropped her head back to 
his cock and sucked her fingers continuing to follow the rhythm of her 
mouth, so he enjoyed a double stroking movement over his excitement-dilated 
tool. 

The ravenous pull of her mouth on his throbbing prick told him just how 
frantically she was responding to the animal's hard-driving cock ramming in 
and out of her receptive cunt. 

Mel felt his own arousal heightening as he stared at the mindless 
concentration on the animal's face as his loins worked rhythmically back and 
forth, in and out of the subserviently kneeling redhead's pussy. He could 
feel the dog's rhythm transmitted to him as Sylvia matched her bobbing 
motions over his cock to the pummeling thrusts she was getting from Jet. 

Each time the dog's long prick rammed up into her cunt she was thrown 
forward slightly, so Mel's cock soared up into her mouth all the way to the 
back of her throat. Then as the dog pulled out, she followed him with her 
butt, seeking out more of the rough skewering and at the same time drawing 
her head back from Mel's cock, until only the tip was still safely ensconced 
inside her wetly caressing mouth. 

"Gawd, woman, what a sweet little mouth you've got. Shit, I don't think my 
prick's ever been this hard. Uuuhh, jee-zuz, do it! Suck my cock, you 
beautiful horny bitch you! Oh, Gawwwd!" 

It was Mel's turn to close his eyes in mindless ecstasy as Sylvia 
established a particularly hard-sucking rhythm over his stiffly distended 
cock. He could already feel ominous signals somewhere deep in his guts that 
warned of the cataclysm to come, and he thrust his hips up to the woman's 
laboring face with new vigor. 

The lewdly coupled threesome began to pant and grunt and wriggle in the 
building paroxysm of lust, neither of the two humans saying a word, all 
concentrating on the sensual feelings swelling their beings with erotic 
titillation. 

The dog's fucking movements became quicker and quicker, which in turn made 
Sylvia's sucking motions faster and Mel's responses more intense, more 
uncontrolled. 

Mel was the first to go over the top. 

"Uh, shit! Oh, God, it's happening! Christ, woman, I'm commming! Suck it, 
suck it, suck it! AAAAHHH!!" 

He forced her head down hard over his prick until the last of his gushing 
orgasm was done, until all his welling cum was safely stowed in her belly. 
Then he watched fascinated as the dog's fucking motion became rivet-gun 
quick, and he realized the animal was getting his rocks off, too. 

"He's coming in me!" Sylvia wailed, then her face seemed to shatter with the 
geyser-flood of her own release and she howled, "Oh, me, too, Mel! 

Oh it's so gooood! Oh, I love having both my darlings' cum inside me. 
AaaaAAAHHH!!" 

Her green eyes were like saucers as she wriggled back against the dog's 
loins, forcing out the last of her orgasm, grinding her sated cunt against 
his furry belly until the last of her strength ran out. 

In the hazy twilight of his spent lust, Mel began to feel vaguely uneasy, 
like a man who's supposed to feel guilty about something, but he can't 
remember what. Then he realized he was probably feeling strange about just 
having had the orgasm of a lifetime while the neighbor lady sucked his cock 
and her dog fucked her welcoming cunt. 

He knew he should feel guilty as hell. Another man's wife. A dog. Jeez! 

But strangely enough, he didn't feel guilty. He felt damned satisfied, and 
downright pleased about having shaken loose of some of his old puritan 
ethics. 

That was dynamite, honey," he told Sylvia. "You're really a sexy lady. You 
sure as hell turn me on. Do you think if I stick around a while we could 
fuck?" 

Sylvia was enjoying a self-righteous sense of victory. She felt she had just 
struck the first crucial blow toward winning another convert to the swinging 
life of sensuality. Maybe there would be hope for Kay and Mel yet. 

"Sounds like a wonderful idea, darling," she purred. "Your cock is so 
beautiful. I loved it in my mouth, but I bet it feels even better in my 
cunt." 

Mel stayed the night with Sylvia. They fucked and sucked and talked and 
drank. The young husband felt like a new man by the time he was ready to 
head for work the next morning. 

"Still feeling your wife is too weird for you?" Sylvia asked him as she 
opened the front door and held her face up to be kissed. 

Mel gave her a long hard kiss on the mouth, then held her face in his hands 
when he spoke to her. 

"I'm learning I'm just as weird as my wife. I'm also learning maybe weird 
isn't the right word. Like you said, whatever turns us humans on has got to 
be okay." His voice lost its bantering tone, became more serious. 

"I'm just sorry I was so rotten to Kay before I left. It would take one hell 
of a woman to forgive all that." 

Sylvia smiled at him. "I happen to think your wife is one hell of a woman. I 
love her like a sister ... and a mother and a lover...." 

Mel laughed ruefully. 

"I've still got some things to learn about you women," he said. "But I've 
learned one thing. I want you in my life. Both of you." 

"I think that could be arranged," Sylvia replied. She felt like the good 
fairy as she watched Mel's car disappear down the road. All of a sudden it 
looked like closed doors were about to be reopened. 

The question was: How? 

 CHAPTER TWENTY 

Kay went over to Tom and Sylvia's well-stocked bar in search of another 
drink. 

The party was well under way. Everywhere couples were laughing and talking 
and kissing and groping at each other's clothes. It was a little early to 
get down to the serious fucking yet, but Kay realized it was only a matter 
of time. 

The pretty blonde was trying hard to enjoy herself. She had been in a blue 
fit of loneliness all week and it was good to have people around. The 
problem, she realized as she surveyed the scene around her, was that not one 
of the people was her own special person. 

Sure, they were all her friends, but when the party was over, she'd still be 
going home alone while everyone else paired off. 

She had been thinking about Mel all week, wondering where they had gone 
wrong, when they had quit communicating. They'd been so much in love at 
first. 

"Hi, sexy. Can I get you a drink?" 

She turned around in surprise. It was Jeff. 

"Hi, Jeff," she greeted him. She hadn't had a chance to talk to him all 
evening, and she was glad he had come over to talk to her. The thought of 
fucking him tonight cheered her up at once. "It's been a long time, 
handsome. I've been hoping to hear from you." 

He smiled ruefully as he freshened up their drinks. "The wife's been acting 
a little funny lately," he said. "Demanding all my time. And I can't very 
well tell her to go to hell, can I? After all, she is my wife." 

He looked into her eyes as he handed her her drink. It was obviously 
important to him that she understand the spot he was in. 

At the moment Kay was willing to forgive those big green eyes anything. Her 
pussy-lips began to throb yearningly as she imagined being impaled by his 
huge prick. 

"Sure," she said gaily. "The important thing is the present-right? And 
there's no time like the present for making up for lost time." She laughed 
at her own weak joke. The wine and her building excitement made her want to 
laugh at any pretext. It felt good. 

"Excuse me," a cold female voice interrupted. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a 
minute, darling?" 

The smile faded from Jeff's lips, and Kay turned to look for the source of 
his obvious embarrassment. A dark, pretty woman who she knew was Jeff's wife 
was standing impatiently behind her. She scarcely looked at Kay, and when 
she did, her smile was colder than her voice. 

"Jeff?" she repeated, her tone making it clear that she did not want to have 
to ask again. 

"Okay, right, coming, honey," Jeff replied after a short, indecisive 
silence. "I'm coming. I'll talk to you later, Kay." He brushed her hand 
lightly as he went by. 

Kay felt a sudden intense urge to cry, though she didn't dare. Nothing like 
a woman in tears to put a damper on an orgy. She contained her tears but the 
ache inside throbbed on. 

She knew what the trouble was. It was okay to come to a swap party and swap 
mates, but if you were pretty and unattached, like she was, that 
automatically made you every wife's enemy. Enlightened enough to swing they 
might be, but enlightened enough to risk losing their husbands to another 
woman they definitely were not. 

Though she wasn't yet divorced-she hadn't even had the courage to file for a 
legal separation yet-Kay was already marked with the stigma of the divorced 
woman. To the men you were an easy target. To the women, a Jezebel just 
waiting to sink her fangs into somebody else's husband. 

No wife could ever believe an unattached woman wasn't looking to be 
attached. 

And in her own case they were right, Kay thought dismally. She was sick of 
being alone and lonely. She wanted to be a wife again. 

Maybe I should try to call Mel. The thought flitted through her mind and was 
dismissed. That's no good. She sighed. He hates me because I'm a sex 
pervert. Why can't he accept that I just like a lot of sex, that's all? I 
don't think I'm that different from most other women. 

Glass in hand, she wandered amongst the bodies that were sitting and lying 
on cushions on the floor. Many of the guests were naked now, and the petting 
was getting much more intense. She looked over to where her friend Sylvia 
was getting fucked from behind by the ownfer of the local flower shop. 

She smiled. Good old Sylvia. Always the first one to get it on at a party. 
At least Sylvia was her true friend. Although it occurred to Kay for the 
first time that Sylvia had never offered to let Tom come over to keep her 
company when she was lonely. Jet, yes. Tom, no. 

Kay walked over to where a well-built older man was kneeling on the rug 
eating a woman's pussy. Another, younger blonde woman was lying with her 
head under the man's swaying cock, playing with it with her tongue and her 
hands. 

The lonely Kay found the blonde's body appealingly attractive. It was so 
slender and half-formed-looking, like a teen-ager's. 

At once Kay made a decision about where she fitted into this party. Draining 
her glass, she set it on the mantelpiece and began stripping off her 
clothes. 

When she was naked, she crouched down and gently moved the blonde's legs 
farther apart so there was room for her to kneel between them. The girl 
looked down at Kay. for a moment, her eyes startled and a little afraid. 
Then she smiled shyly. 

She is awfully young, Kay thought with a slight pang of alarm. What's she 
doing at a party like this at her age? 

The older woman felt immediately protective toward the other, but at the 
same time increasingly lustful. 

"Don't worry, darling," she whispered. "I won't hurt you. I just think 
you're so beautiful, and I want to make you feel good. Do you mind?" 

"No," the girl replied in a voice that was almost a whisper. "I think you're 
very beautiful, too." Then her head dropped back under the man's loins and 
he began to pump his swollen prick slowly in and out of her willingly 
proffered mouth. 

Her whole body trembling with excitement at the daring lewdness of her 
behavior, Kay began to run her hands lightly over the girl's tits and belly 
and thighs, gradually increasing the firmness of her touch, gradually 
letting her gropings become more pronouncedly sexual. 

She couldn't believe how smooth and soft the other woman's skin was, her 
belly in particular. She bent her head forward and darted her tongue into 
the appealing indentation of the girl's navel, prodding it with quick 
lustful tongue-strokes. 

At the same time she grasped one of the girl's boobs in either hand, and 
began to tweak and pull at the nipples. Her breasts were so small, they were 
like small wild apples in Kay's hands and she felt the maternal feelings 
provoked by the other's youth quickening in her own breast. 

And in her pussy. She could feel the juices of desire beginning to flow from 
between her pussy-lips, moistening her slit with its liquid heat. 

If anyone had asked, she wouldn't have been able to describe the lustful 
feelings coursing through her naked body. It wasn't the crying need to be 
fucked that she felt with a man. It was something else. A need to be 
touched. To be close and warm and cherished. To feel loved. 

Her tongue deserted the girl's navel and climbed higher to the hard swell of 
one nubile tittie and she began to suck hungrily at the long nipple. She 
felt a wonderful sense of satisfaction to note that the girl's nipple was 
growing harder in her mouth. She was obviously enjoying what Kay was doing 
to her! 

The pretty housewife was gratified by her first small success at this, her 
first lesbian seduction. 

Whenever she had made love to Sylvia, it was always the redhead who was the 
aggressor. Now Kay was struggling with the task of seducing another woman, 
of convincing her that the lovemaking she wanted to give was worth 
receiving. 

"Mmmm, my titties feel so good," she heard the girl moan, and the excitement 
flowed wetter between her cunt-lips. 

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it, darling," she whispered. "I love the feel of 
them in my mouth. They're such beautiful little tits." 

Egged on by her own salacious arousal, Kay began to suck on the other pert 
responsive nipple, sucking it until it, too, stood up firm and proud above 
the girl's softly heaving chest. 

Then her hand moved timidly down towards the blonde thatch of the girl's 
pussy, and Kay was surprised to discover how soft her twat hair was. Like 
silk. Not stiff and bristly at all. Her fingers began to probe at the 
yielding softness of the girl's cunt, uncovering the slick peak of her tiny 
clitoris. 

She began to rub it lightly, worrying it into quick, taut erection. 

"Ooohh, your hands feel so soft and good on my clit," the girl mewled, her 
hips jerking up a little in pursuit of more of Kay's experimental caresses. 

Kay could feel her pussy-slit getting wetter as the girl responded more and 
more openly to Kay's fingers. 

"You have such a soft little pussy, sweetie. I just love it," Kay groaned 
lustfully, and before she knew it her mouth had traveled back down over ' 
the girl's belly and was investigating her downy pussy hair. 

While her hands held the girl's pussy-lips slightly apart, Kay sought out 
her swollen little clitoris with her mouth and began to suck softly on the 
responsive nubbin until she could feel it growing between her lips. Then her 
tongue-tip began to prod at the tiny peak and circle it lasciviously, 
drawing from its distended hardness new provocative sensations that were 
confirmed by the girl's abandoned groans above her and the increasingly 
uninhibited sway of her hips. 

Kay took time out for a quick look up at the girl, and found that she was 
sucking the man's cock with feverish excitement, her hand clasping the base 
and guiding it down and up over her head with rhythmic insistence. 

"Mmmmm, oooaaahhh!" the younger woman was wailing around the steadily sawing 
cock, and her hips jerked up in eager search of Kay's mouth. 

Inspired by the lustful sight she had just witnessed, Kay dropped her head 
back down to the girl's cunt and began to make long greedy swipes of her 
tongue up from the other's tight-puckered bung to her cunt-hole to her 
swollen clitoris. The taste of the girl's pussy-juice was salty but 
appealing, and Kay lapped it up hungrily as it continued to spurt from her 
eager cunt. 

Making a little spear with her tongue, Kay jabbed it into the clasping hole 
of the girl's cunt, reveling in her sudden responsive mewls around the man's 
cock as the lust-darts ricocheting throughout her young body hit their mark. 

"Oh, God, my cunt's never felt this wonderful! You're a beautiful, beautiful 
woman." The girl took time out from her cock-sucking to compliment Kay, and 
then once again the only sounds she made were slurps and groans and moans. 

The girl's praise drove the older blonde to new heights of frantic activity 
between her legs. While her finger moved tauntingly in and out of the girl's 
pussy, her mouth sucked and lapped at the fragile pink folds of her outer 
cunt-lips. She was so overwhelmed by her own electric-charged feelings of 
sensuality that she scarcely noticed at first when someone began to plant 
feather-light kisses on all her lust-attuned nerve-endings. 

She realized that whoever was touching her was an incredibly sensual person 
and she quivered in eager anticipation of what her unseen lover might do 
next. She enjoyed the mystery of not knowing whose mouth was giving her such 
feather-touch pleasure, and she continued to work between the blonde's 
pussy-lips while her own body gloried in this new sex-game. 

Kay's whole being quaked with joy when she felt the titillating feel of the 
kisses replaced by the light sawing motion of a hard cock shoved in between 
her thighs. 

Oh, good, my lover's a man, she thought excitedly and she groaned aloud to 
show her arousal. How I need to get fucked right now! 

She could feel her pussy-lips flaring in eager acceptance of that stiff 
tantalizing cock-presence, and she knew the cock must be already gleaming 
with her moisture. The thought only made her more anxious to be penetrated. 
Her whole body screamed for a swollen filling hardness deep up in her cunt. 

"Oh, Gawd yesss, fuck me!" she moaned into the glistening wetness of the 
pink pussy before her. "I want it so much. Please, whoever you are, fuck 
meeee!" 

She was delighted to discover that her mystery lover was only too anxious to 
oblige, and at once she felt the hard blunt pressure of cock-head against 
her swollen cunt-lips. 

She could feel her whole body quavering with the intensity of her need. 

"Please, shove it into me," she moaned. "It feels so good! Ahhhh, Gaw-w-wd, 
yessss! That's it!" 

She felt a sudden relaxation course through her whole body when the turgid 
prick finally surged up into her wet waiting cunt. Immediately she began to 
wriggle her hips back to meet the lusty invasion, gauging her tempo to meet 
his, demanding by her actions a hard, ruthless fuck. This was no time for 
slow, romantic experimentation. 

Right now she wanted the good old in-and-out-long and hard and thorough. 

"Jee-zuz," she grunted, "it's beautiful. Beautiful!" 

Her body gave itself up to the maddening rhythm of hard passionate fucking, 
though her mouth continued to work attentively over the blonde girl's pussy. 
Her finger sawed into her woman lover's seeping pussy in time to the harsh 
rhythmic fucking she was getting from behind. At the same time her mouth 
roamed methodically over the teen-ager's tremulous cunt-slit, dealing quick 
moist jabs of pleasure to clitoris, cunt-flanges and sphincter with random 
spurts of lust. 

"Oh, my little pussy feels so good!" the blonde girl wailed around the 
filling cock-presence working tirelessly between her pursed lips. "You're a 
wonderful lover, darling!" 

Kay was in seventh heaven. After her sense of disappointment earlier in the 
evening, it was pure joy to feel wanted and needed and appreciated. Although 
both her present lovers were strangers to her, she felt irretrievably fused 
to them by the heated pleasure of their abandoned, spontaneous lovemaking. 
It was so good to be loved, even by strangers. 

"I love your pussy, sweetie," Kay groaned deliriously. "And it feels so fine 
to be getting fucked while I eat you. My whole body's trembling like crazy. 
Ahhh, that's it," she encouraged her male lover behind, "fuck me, fuck me! 
It's soobo good!" 

Obviously thoroughly aroused by her uninhibited responses, the man shoved 
his cock relentlessly back and forth in her wet welcoming cunt. His hands 
gripped her gyrating hips fiercely so his prick could zero in on her 
dilating cunt-hole with each powerful instroke. 

The tempo kept building, building, until Kay felt like nothing more than a 
rag doll being buffeted wantonly back and forth between her two lovers while 
her lips and fingers worked tirelessly in the girl's pussy-slit. 

Only unlike a rag doll, she had flesh-and-blood feelings, and they were 
driving her to unsuspected peaks of erotic abandon with every jolt of the 
man's thick filling cock. 

"Oh, Gawd, it's so good, so good! I love it!" she chanted hypnotically while 
her fingertip stabbed lewdly at the girl's tightly puckered asshole. "Oooh, 
aaaahhh, jeez, I'm going insane! It's driving me ... ARRRGGHHH!" 

Kay's words were blasted to an incoherent series of moans and grunts as the 
unknown man's prick picked up its salacious pace and began ramming into her 
cunt with the fury of a charging bull. 

All thoughts, all sensations were reduced for Kay to fiery erotic energy as 
she concentrated on the taunting flames of lust that were burning on short 
fuses at every one of her excited nerve-endings. She realized dimly the 
girl, too, was riding on a high plane of pure stimulation, for her cunt was 
humping uncontrollably against Kay's face. 

"Oh, it's good, it's so ... Oh shit, oh piss, oh fuck, I'm commMMINGGG!" the 
teen-ager wailed and she ground her tight pussy salaciously against Kay's 
face and fingers. 

Knowing that she had made the young beauty come filled Kay with a strong 
perverse sense of lusty excitement and she ground her ass-cheeks furiously 
back against the hard-driving cock until she, too, was working out the 
soaring pleasure-arrows of her orgasm. 

"Oh, jee-zuz, beautiful lovers! I'm coming, too! Oh, wonderful, beautiful! I 
love it! I love fucking so much!" 

Even as the hot heady tides of pleasure swept over her, Kay could feel the 
warm flood of her male lover's orgasm inundating her clutching cunt. The 
only sound he made was an agonized grunt, but she could tell even from that 
that he was flying as high as she was. 

"Aaaagghh!" the male voice chanted as jet after jet of his warm thick cum 
flooded her cunt and her senses. 

Kay's pleasure was complete. In the glowy euphoria of her release she even 
thought that male voice sounded familiar. It would be fun to find out if it 
was one of her lovers or somebody new. 

Lazily she rolled over the girl's leg and looked up at the man who had given 
her such a resounding climax. 

Her blue eyes grew big as saucers when she recognized her mystery man. 

"Mel!" His name exploded from her mouth almost simultaneously with the tears 
that gushed from her eyes. 

As though there had never been any doubt, any bitterness between them, she 
threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his muscular neck. 

"Oh, Mel, that was so good. I love you so much," she managed to sob out. 

"I love you, too, honey. And I think I'm even beginning to understand you 
some." 

They remained wordlessly locked together for several long minutes, enjoying 
the closeness and accepting warmth of each other. 

They felt like travelers from strange lands who had just come home again. 
The sense of joy and relief was overpowering. 

Sylvia was busily stroking the flaccid cock of a handsome young man barely 
out of his teens, when someone tapped her on the shoulder. 

Kay and Mel were standing over her, fully clothed, obviously ready to leave 
the party. 

"So," she grinned warmly, "you guys managed to find each other. You're 
leaving already?" 

"Yes, Mel and I have a lot of things to talk over." 

It pleased her friend to see the soft glow of happiness on the younger 
woman's face. Wearing a genuine smile made Kay even more beautiful than 
usual. 

"Well, I guess we'll see you soon," Sylvia said. 

"Not until we get back from our second honeymoon," Mel told her. "But I sure 
hope you invite us to your next party, Sylvia." 

"You'll be at the top of my list. Both" of you. And I don't see any reason 
why the four of us shouldn't get together some time." 

As Kay bid her friend a final good-bye, she felt the tears of happiness 
again welling to her eyes. 

Life was so exciting, so full of possibilities-when both partners learned to 
accept and expand each other's sexual horizons. Kay had never been happier 
in her life. 


THE END
