DOG-LOVING NEIGHBOR
By Janet McCoy


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with
the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
The girls in this story, Dottie and Mitzi, are two of these outwardly normal people, but,
driven by the need to satisfy long unattended urges, they find within themselves a love
of perversity and depth of passion neither dreamed existed.
DOG-LOVING NEIGHBOR – A fictional story about a society whose real problems
are often shrouded or hidden by a facade of normalcy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Tim Fraser, the delivery man for Rain & Shine Laundry, knocked loudly at the door of
the large two-story frame house. Tim's time was valuable, and he was an impatient
man. He waited only a few seconds before knocking again, louder this time. The distant
sound of footsteps, growing more distinct, made him smile smugly. The smile fell right
off his face when the door opened.
The woman who stood before him was a wild-looking, dark-haired beauty. The first
thing Tim noticed about her was her tits. They were big... and they were practically
falling right out of her filmy black negligee. She held the thin garment carelessly
together beneath her tits and smiled calmly at the dumbstruck man.
"Good morning." She tossed her luxuriant long hair back over her shoulders, but her
eyes never left the man's. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm a sleepy-head today."
Tim was skeptical of her story about just getting up. He didn't believe any woman
could look this good first thing in the morning. But then he didn't have much to judge
from... just his wife Ellen, and she looked like Dracula's sister on the other side of the
breakfast table. Tim didn't pay much attention to her in the mornings... just read his
paper and ate his toast and eggs.
It was only after several long moments of staring at those lush round tits – the nipples
were poking pertly against the gauzy material – that Tim realized the woman was
waiting for him to speak. "Oh, that's okay, ma'am... Mrs... ah..." He looked nervously
down at the receipt in his hand. "Mrs. Wayne. I didn't mind waiting." He held out the
cellophane-covered clothes without taking his eyes off her chest. "That'll be six-ninety,
please, ma'am."
She stepped back from the doorway, giving him room to enter. "Of course. Would you
like to come in for a minute? I'll have to find my purse."
Hastily, Tim entered the room and closed the door behind him. He instinctively felt a
need to cover his tracks. Though he was only looking, he felt guilty as hell about the
vivid thoughts running through his mind. He watched the seductive wriggle of her tight
high ass-cheeks as she walked toward the dinette. He strained forward a little, sure that
he was glimpsing the crack of her ass through the thin material. It was nothing new for
Tim to deal with a customer still wearing her night clothes. But he had never come
across any woman quite this beautiful, or self-possessed. She behaved like she knew he
was watching, and liked it.
Lifting her purse from the dining table, she smiled at Tim before rummaging inside.
Only gradually did the man realize what was happening.
With both hands working in her purse, there was nothing to hold her negligee together.
It fell open slowly, revealing the large round aureoles of her nipples. Down below, her
dark-thatched pussy peeked boldly out at him.
Tim could feel the sweat beading out on his brow. There was no doubt in his mind now
that he was getting the come-on. All his life he had dreamed of something like this.
Now he only hoped he was up to it. This woman looked like she'd be sheer fire
between the sheets. He was sure she wouldn't be anywhere near so easy to satisfy as his
wife Ellen was.
He smiled grimly as the woman walked toward him, her wallet in her hand. A hard
insistent pounding inside his trousers was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.
He was ready... he was dying to sink his swollen prick up inside the brunette's hungry
hot cunt. She was going to get exactly what she was looking for... and likely a hell of a
lot more.
"You hot for it, baby?" He scarcely recognized the brazen words as his own. Yet it was
clear he had said the right thing. Her large brown eyes were heavy with lust. She threw
her purse and wallet carelessly into an armchair. Her hand reached down and clutched
the straining fleshy hardness in his pants.
"Mitzi, darling... call me Mitzi. Yes, I love the feel of that stiff prick of yours. Can I pull
it out and have a look – see? Pretty please?"
Her full red lips hypnotized Tim as she spoke words that he had only heard before in
dreams. Her hand caressing his cock through his trousers made him grunt with desire.
What a woman! The thought kept racing crazily through his mind that this Mrs.
Wayne must be the sexiest thing around. He was too stunned to speak, to give her
permission to pull out his pulsing cock. Fortunately, Mitzi was not one to stand on
ceremony. With deft fingers she lowered his zipper and pulled out his thick, turgid
cock.
"Aaahhh shit!" Tim looked wide-eyed up at the ceiling for a moment, as if searching for
reassurance that this was really happening. Then he looked down at her fingers,
working so skillfully up and down his aching prick... at her sexy lips hovering mere
centimeters from the purplish swollen head of his cock. "Aaaaaaaiiiyiiiiiil"
The unbelievable had become urgent fact. With one greedy gesture, she had opened her
mouth wide and taken his whole burgeoning cock deep into her throat. Tim had never
had a woman do this for him. He kept expecting her to choke, to pull away in disgust.
Instead she groaned contentedly, fluttered her lips over the sensitive flesh at the base of
his penis. She was burying his sensitive cock in a hot fleshy wrapper of molten bliss.
"Jeez... lady! Ah, Christ, Mitzi... you've got one hell of a mouth! Jee-zuz!"
She pulled her mouth slowly back along his slick cock-shaft, smiling up at him all the
while. She seemed pleased with the electric effect she had had on the delivery man. As
though determined to bring him even more pleasurable surprises, she began to
concentrate all her energy on the long thick rod in her mouth.
Her tongue darted out and began to tease the underside. It worked in lightning-quick
little movements, exciting every nerve ending to a stiff expectant blaze of awareness.
The more her mouth worried his cock, the more sensitive it grew, until Tim was
groaning continually under the talented ministrations of her lips, her tongue, her hot
breath.
He watched her lips tremble up and down along his slippery cock-length, working with
speed and enthusiasm. They puckered tighter around the ridge where his cock-head
joined the shaft. She began to suck on him with a new maddening rhythm that made
him tangle his fingers in her hair and throw back his head in joy. "Uuuuhhh... that's
the stuff, Mitzi. Do it, baby! Do it!"
Subtle changes were happening in Tim, as his body became more attuned to the lusty
brunette's attentions, as if he expected her to suck his cock. It made him feel
unbelievably good to have the beautiful, hungry young woman sucking on his cock
with the same enthusiasm some young starlet might show for a handsome and famous
actor. His cock deserved all this attention! He had never realized it before, but he had
been letting his wife fall down on the job. She had never sucked his cock! She had
never treated it the way it deserved to be treated!
His fingers wound tighter in the jet-black strands of Mitzi's hair. He began to guide her
head back and forth along his achingly hard penis. A satisfied grin wreathed his features
as he watched the brunette's enthusiastic sucking. It must taste awfully damned good,
he thought lewdly as she extended her tongue and licked greedily all over the naked
smoothness of his glands. "Suck it, cunt! Suck my prick!"
It excited him the way she responded at once to his obscene encouragement. Though
he would scarcely have thought it possible, she seemed to have further reserves of
energy tucked away. Her lips tugged incitingly at the tip of his prick. Her tongue poked
into the little slit in the glands, then wandered all the way down over his smooth cock,
relishing its taste and texture. As Tim worked her head back and forth onto his prick,
he began to shove his hips forward. It gave him a tantalizing sense of power to be
screwing a woman in the face like this.
Her full heavy tits swayed against her chest. From time to time they pressed against his
legs, and he felt an added little thrill at the reminder of that very female part of her so
close by. His mouth watered at the prospect of sucking on those big pink nipples... the
way she was sucking on his responsive prick. That would come in its time. Right now it
was enough for Tim to savor her wet eager sucking... her tonguing... her nibbling. In
almost fifty years, Tim had never experienced anything so purely sensual as standing in
the middle of a strange woman's living room while she knelt before him, sucking his
cock.
"Oooooohhh, yeah! Yeah! That's the stuff, baby!" The world Tim had left just a few
minutes before now seemed a million miles away. He had not the slightest concern for
his deliveries, for the day's routine. He might never again experience a day like this one.
He was going to savor it for all it was worth. He was in no hurry, though his prick
might be pleading for that urgent geyser of release. He wanted to go on and on... to feel
her sweet willing mouth on his cock forever.
His overwhelming sense of ecstasy was a forewarning that climax was near at hand.
Tim fought it. He didn't want to stop. Not yet.
Mitzi chose this moment to pull her mouth from the man's cock, to smile lazily up at
him. It gave Tim the respite he needed to get hold of himself.
"You sure do have a beautiful big cock, mister!" she told him. She was teasing him. Her
big dark eyes danced playfully as she grinned up at him. Tim realized she was as hot as
he was. She was dying for some of her own pleasure... daring him to take her in hand.
"My pussy's getting so hot... oh baby!" She opened her mouth to take in his cock once
again. But Tim had other ideas.
He knelt on the floor beside her and pushed her down onto her back on the thick pile
carpeting. She lay like a treasure chest before him. Grinning at him. Her rich lush body
his for the taking. Her large tits stood up on her chest like twin pleasure peaks. Her
nipples, naturally large, were dilated with her excitement. Her belly heaved with her
deep hurried breathing. It directed his attention down to the furry dark triangle
covering her cunt.
"Well, do you like me?" Her rich low voice teased him impatiently. She ground her
cunt lewdly upward inviting him, coaxing him.
Tim's only problem was deciding where to begin. At last, with abrupt decision, he dove
into her treasures... fastened his lips over a nipple while his fingers investigated the hot
wet slit of her cunt. He dove two fingers deep inside without getting much resistance.
She was so slippery in there already. It titillated him to think how much sucking his
prick had excited her.
His fingers worked mercilessly in and out of her cunt while he nibbled hungrily on the
rubbery nub of her nipple. It felt terrific to suck on such a firm shapely tit, but he
couldn't get his mind off her pussy. It was so warm, so ready for him. His hard swollen
prick throbbed with the sweet memories of her mouth. It demanded more attention.
So did she. "God, lover... you're making me so fucking hot! I've gotta have more of you!
Screw me, baby! Please! Stick your big hard prick into my pussy!"
There was no way Tim could resist an invitation like that. While his eyes drank in the
tantalizing vision of the sprawled, naked woman, Tim stripped off his own clothes.
Then he positioned himself roughly between her legs, gripped his cock and found his
goal. He shoved forward abruptly.
"Aaaaiiieeeee! Jee-zuz! It's so good, lover! So fucking good! Aaaahhh... screw me! Screw
me!" She wrapped her legs around his lean buttocks and began to urge him forward,
pushing him, forcing him deep into her hungry, craving pussy.
The woman was no more eager than Tim himself was. Her cunt felt so hot, so tight and
clinging. He could imagine no fate more perfect than ramming his stiff cock into her
waiting cunt again and again and yet again. "Uuuhh, Christ! What a pussy!" he
moaned. Those were his last distinct words for some time. The rest were just garbled
moans and groans and grunts of pure raw pleasure. Pleasure stolen on a sunny morning
from a dull routine that had promised only boredom. Her treasures made Tim a
wealthy man. She was giving him dreams to inspire him through many nights to come.
"Ooooohhh! It's so good! So damned good!" The delivery man had never had a woman
moan for him like this. Her appreciative wails made his cock swell even larger inside
her clutching pussy. He fucked her with long deep penetrating strokes that made his
every nerve ending tingle. Once again he was building to a peak of smoldering desire.
But this time Tim put no checks on himself. He was going to let himself enjoy.
Mitzi could feel the stranger's cock growing harder and thicker inside her pussy...
driving her to abandoned peaks of burgeoning lust. She kicked his buttocks roughly,
urging him on, encouraging him to fill her up with his hot thick load. The wanton
brunette was getting a thrill out of her own bold daring that had brought her down
onto the living room rug beneath this man's stiff cock. Mitzi spent a lot of her time
feeling bored. Her naughty little escapades kept life interesting for her. Her husband
had long ago ceased to please her. There was her dog, Sport, but he wasn't a person. He
couldn't give her the kind of feedback this horny older man was giving her.
She knew she'd be masturbating the rest of the day, reliving the impromptu fury of
their fuck. It would keep the day from being a total loss. "Oh, shit, mister... you're
making me feel so fucking good! I don't know how much longer... oh, God-d-d! I'm
commmm-ing-g-g!"
Hearing the woman's joyful screams of release gave Tim the last prodding he needed.
With overwhelming force, his own orgasm swept over him. He relished the feel of his
hot juices spilling from his prick deep into her receptive womb. "Oh yeah, baby! I'm
coming too! Jee-zuz-z-z!"
That hot wet feeling inside gave Mitzi momentary satisfaction. She lay spread-eagled on
the rug beneath the panting man and felt her body go limp. It was so good to be filled
up. For Mitzi it was the best feeling in the world. She needed a lot of it. "You're good,
lover. I feel terrific." She smiled, but she didn't open her eyes to look at the man who
was staring expectantly down at her.
Once the first glow of pleasure was gone, Mitzi wanted only to get rid of the delivery
man. When he tried to suck once again on her tits, she pushed him away and stood up.
"You better be going. My old man will be home for lunch soon." It was a lie. Sam never
came home for lunch. He often didn't come home for dinner. But Mitzi wanted to be
alone. After all, what did she have in common with a delivery man more than twenty
years her senior?
At the mention of a husband about to enter the scene, Tim scrambled abruptly into his
clothes. A horny housewife he could handle. He knew that for sure now. But he
couldn't handle an irate husband. "Listen baby..." He leaned over to kiss her, but she
allowed him only a light peck on the cheek. "If you ever want to get hold of me, just
call the laundry and tell them to send Tim over."
"Sure, Tim. I'll do that." She opened the drapes and watched him drive away. For a few
moments, she tried to calculate how many laundries and laundry men she had been
through in the last year or two. She quickly lost interest in the game. Something on the
other side of the street caught her eye.
There was only one house within a half mile of her home, and that was situated directly
across the street. A young couple had moved in only three or four months before. So
far, Mitzi knew little about them. They seemed stand-offish... particularly the woman
who appeared to be a little afraid of Mitzi. The attitude of the young wife, whose name
was Dottie, amused the older woman. Sometimes Mitzi enjoyed being a little
outrageous in her speech and manner, just to see what kind of reaction she got. Dottie's
reaction had shown clearly that she was a prude. Now Mitzi tried to find a way to get
around that.
The brunette was anxious to be friends with her pretty blonde neighbor. After all, it got
awfully boring around the house, so far away from everything. What's more, Mitzi had
more than a passing interest in Dottie's lush young body. Mitzi was not above
experimenting with women when nothing else was available. Dottie's fragile, innocent
beauty particularly appealed to the lecherous older woman.
The blonde looked up from her gardening for a moment. Mitzi waved and watched the
tantalizing bobble of tits as Dottie waved back. Dottie wasn't wearing a bra.
Interesting, Mitzi thought. She drew the drapes together and went out to the kitchen.
Time for her morning pick-me-up... and sweet lusty thoughts of her delivery man and
his hard throbbing cock.


Chapter 2

Dottie Mansfield thought it a bit strange that her neighbor should close her drapes at
this time of day. But then, Mitzi Wayne's drapes were almost always closed. She seemed
to like living in the dark.
There seemed something unhealthy to Dottie about having the drapes drawn on a
bright summer day. She had been raised in a family that rose at dawn and worked hard
all day out in the fields and the barnyard. Dottie was a country girl and proud of it. She
sensed a certain decadence in Mitzi's lazy city sophistication. She knew her husband
Jim thought Mitzi was sexy, and that made her even more suspicious of her neighbor.
She was convinced she could never be friends with Mitzi. Her talk and manner were
those of a loose woman. The very thought that Mitzi might have ideas about her own
husband made Dottie rigid with fury. Not that Jim was much good to her lately. Their
relationship seemed to have come to a standstill.
Inevitably, the young blonde's thoughts returned to the reason why she had been
working so furiously in her garden since eight o'clock this morning. Things between
her and Jim had taken another turn for the worse this morning. And this time, Dottie
was sure it was her husband who was at fault. He had behaved like an insensitive brute.
When he had stormed out of the house shortly before eight, Dottie had been sure she
could never ever forgive him for what he had done.
Already her conviction was wavering. But she was still angry. She would have like to
talk things over with Jim... come right out and ask him how he could treat her so
callously. But she was afraid that tonight, things would be the way they always were
after a spat. They would pretend nothing had happened. All the hard feelings would be
buried once again, only to surface on another day, for another reason. Though basically
the reason was always the same.
Dottie needed sex – a lot more sex than her husband was giving her. She and Jim had
been married only two years, and already the desire seemed to have evaporated from
their relationship – at least as far as Jim was concerned. Though she felt dissatisfied
with her husband and the state of their marriage, Dottie still wanted him. She felt that
if their sex life were better, everything else would flow right along with it. This
morning, she had made a real effort to win Jim over to her way of thinking... and
feeling.
It had been a restless night for Dottie. She had watched the sun come up through the
thin gossamer of the bedroom curtains. Her husband still lay deep in slumber next to
her, snoring comfortably on his back, though she had tried several times to push him
over onto his side. Once again, she made the effort, and this time she was successful.
He rolled over facing her and she snuggled into his arms, relishing the feel of his strong
hairy body against her own nakedness.
It had been almost two weeks since they had fucked and Dottie knew that was the main
reason why she couldn't sleep. Her desire for him as he lay naked and close was almost
unbearable. She had to have him! She had to feel his cock inside her!
Tentatively, trembling with repressed excitement, she reached down and fumbled for his
cock. She found it hard and swollen and gripped it firmly. Her fingers caressed the
turgid shaft. They worked back and forth along his distended length, seeking to arouse
him. Her fervent hope was that he would awaken with the same urgent desire that she
was experiencing.
As her fingers fondled the stiff member that was the only cock she had ever known,
Dottie felt her pussy flare with moist anticipation. She remembered how wonderful it
felt to have him hard and excited, storming his way deep into her clutching cunt.
Filling her. Overwhelming her. Making her come over and over again.
"Jimmy... Jimmy... are you awake?" The question was eager, timid, hopeful.
"Uuuuuhhh," he grunted and, to her distress, he rolled over onto his other side, facing
away from her.
Dottie reached over and grabbed his cock. She began to stroke it with the same loving
eagerness, only more hurriedly this time. She was getting apprehensive. His response so
far had not been at all what she was looking for.
"Jimmy?"
He began to stir, obviously struggling against wakefulness. He rolled over onto his
back. She still held his cock, hard and swollen, in her hand. "Oh... mmm, Christ...
what's happening?" He sounded grouchy as a bear, but Dottie refused to let go of his
cock. He wasn't going to get away from her, not this time. His hand reached down and
pushed her away. "Don't do that, honey... I've gotta piss," he mumbled.
Dottie struggled to remain calm, optimistic. So far, the morning was not falling in with
her plans. But she knew the worst thing she could do would be to start complaining, or
acting too pushy.
"So go piss..." She ground her greedy pussy promisingly against his loins. "I want you
to be nice and comfortable, so I can cuddle with you..." She was using her little girl
voice, letting him know she was feeling sexy, playful.
"Well, I guess I may as well get up. You've got me wide awake now." He stumbled off
toward the bathroom. When he returned, he kept well over to his side of the bed,
wrapping the covers around himself, obviously with every intention of catching a few
more minutes sleep.
"Jimmy..." She snuggled over against his back and began to stroke his warm flesh.
"Mmmm... hi, baby... just gotta get a few more winks... okay, honey?"
Dottie could feel the panic mounting inside her. She didn't know why it should be so
important that they not go another morning without fucking, but it was. The thought
of having to spend another day feeling lonely and unloved depressed her intensely. It
was horrible to want it so bad that she was ready to beg for it, but that was the way she
was feeling. "Please, Jimmy... can't we snuggle for a while? Just snuggle?"
She wasn't being entirely honest about her intentions, but she figured it was a start.
Maybe if he held her for a while, he'd get in the mood too.
He rolled impatiently over onto his back and held up his arm. She snuggled gratefully
against him, reveled in the comforting feel of his arm holding her close. On purpose,
she pushed her lush tits against his chest. He began to snore.
Realizing subtlety wasn't going to get her anywhere, Dottie reached again for Jim's
cock. It was soft now, but she began to work her fingers up and down, rubbing him in
all the right places to get a reaction. To her surprise and delight his prick grew quickly
to stiff hardness.
"Dottie!" He sounded angry and very much awake. His sharp outburst made her pull
her hand instinctively away from his cock. "What the hell are you trying to do? You
asked to cuddle. I let you cuddle, though I knew damned well you wouldn't be content
with that. Didn't you hear me when I said I needed some more sleep? I have to work all
day, you know! Don't you think you owe me the consideration of letting me get the
sleep I need to earn our bacon? I'm not as lucky as you are. I can't take a nap any time
of day I feel like."
The blonde felt burning tears overflowing her eyes. All she had wanted was some love
and affection, and here she was getting a lecture. Didn't Jim understand her at all? She
was beginning to wonder what they were doing together. They seemed so very far apart
at this moment. The unfairness of his words cut her to the core. "I never sleep during
the day, Jim. I work just like you do, keeping the house clean. All I wanted was to be
close to you."
Jim angrily threw off the covers and sat up. He glared down at his wife, oblivious to her
tousled beauty as she struggled to avoid his gaze. "Come on, Dottie! Let's be honest!
What you really wanted to do was fuck, right?" When she didn't answer he leaned over
and shook her. "Come on! Am I right or aren't I?"
She felt miserable. She couldn't understand his need to humiliate her.
"You're right! You're right!" she burst out, just to get him to stop shaking her. She felt
so empty, so hopeless now, fucking was the last thing on her mind.
"You know there's something you ought to know, Dottie, my dear little wife. It takes
two to fuck. Both people are supposed to want to do it. Don't you think it would be
nice if we could wait until we're both in the mood?"
She was exasperated. She couldn't resist defending herself. "But Jim! It's been two
weeks! We used to do it every day!"
He seemed embarrassed by what sounded, even to Dottie, like an accusation. His face
grew livid with rage. "Well, baby... did you ever think that maybe I'm just plain bored?
Maybe you don't do it for me like you used to?"
The tears began to flow unchecked. Dottie couldn't help herself. She had wanted things
to be nice this morning. Instead, it was becoming more of a horror story every minute.
"Okay... okay... I won't bother you anymore! Just go away! Go away!" She buried her
head in her pillow and began to sob.
Something snapped in Jim as he watched his wife crying hysterically into her pillow.
Guilt and compassion and lust seemed somehow to weld themselves to create in him
more desire than he had known in many months. "Go away! The hell with you! I'd be
sleeping comfortably in my bed if it weren't for you! You wanted some cock, baby...
and you're going to get it!"
His cock was stiff and throbbing in his hand. His wife was turned away from him, her
bare ass thrust enticingly in his direction. He forced his cock in between her thighs and
shoved. His pulsing shaft drove deep into her tight cunt. "Uuuuhhh..."
Dottie couldn't believe what was happening. It was incredible to her that her husband
should humiliate her like this... that he should try to fuck her after he had just tried to
destroy her with words. She struggled to free herself from his embrace. His cock was
like cold steel to her now, and felt no better in her clenched pussy. "No! Leave me
alone! Nooo!"
His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her back against his chest. The lust
surged through his veins. It excited him intensely to be taking his wife against her will
this way. Her tight pussy felt even tighter than usual.
"Forget it, cunt! I'm going to fuck you till I come, baby! I'm going to ream that little
pussy wide... so why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"
"No! No! Nooo!" She wept futile tears into her pillow. Her husband's thick cock
stroked again and again deep into her cunt, forcing her pussy-walls wide. Her body
began to respond to the hypnotizing rhythm. She struggled against surrender. That
would be the ultimate humiliation.
It was bad enough that her husband should speak to her so abusively and then fuck her
in his rage, against her will. But it would be even worse if she let him know she enjoyed
this brutal rape.
Valiantly she fought against her own primitive instincts, against the spellbinding, stiff
cock in her cunt. She clenched her teeth and held the pillow close to her face, wishing it
to be over. Wanting his cock out of her cunt as fervently as she had wanted it inside
before.
"Christ... your cunt's never felt so tight, baby... uuuhh, shit, it's good!" Oblivious to the
turmoil of feelings raging inside his frustrated wife, Jim thrust his prick again and again
deep into her helplessly clenching cunt. He kept up a hard fast pace as his balls seemed
to grow heavier and heavier with their urgent load. "Mmmm, yeah... come on, baby.
Enjoy it!"
The more absorbed he became in his brutal fuck, the less important seemed the feelings
of rage he had harbored earlier. All Jim wanted to do now was to enjoy a good hard
fuck... then to blow his hot jizz deep into his wife's convulsing cunt. He was ready for
her to enjoy it too. His anger had evaporated, replaced by a kind of surging liberating
lust that had been escaping the big man for months now. Even Jim did not understand
what was killing his sex drive. All he knew was that he just really wasn't very interested
in the predictable passion of a round in the sack with his wife. It had all grown the
same for him.
Until this morning. The irritation he had felt upon awakening had soared straight to
rage, then to teeming passion, with no mental inhibitions to get in the way. Pure raw
feeling seemed to turn him on in a way simple lovemaking with his wife no longer
could.
His swollen prick stroking smoothly in and out of her cunt felt intensely good,
intensely satisfying. Her face was buried in her pillow. She was no longer sobbing, but
she wasn't responding to him either.
She was an upturned ass for him at the moment, and a hot twat. He liked the feeling. It
was new. It was exciting.
"Jee-zuz, Dottie... that's good pussy! Fuck... it's so tight in there... so hot! Come on,
baby... move it!"
The sound of her husband's voice revolted Dottie at the moment. He was not the man
she had married... not her gentle lover who had initiated her into all the joys of sex. He
was a violent, selfish brute, who actually seemed to expect her to go along with his
ruthless rape.
There was no other word for it as far as Dottie was concerned. She was being raped by
her own husband.
Still, with her head buried in the pillow, with her whole body dominated by the steady
strokes of Jim's cock into her cunt, she couldn't help feeling something. His cock was
so big, so filling, so tireless in its assault.
I mustn't let myself enjoy it! I mustn't! Dottie had to keep reminding herself. For her
body was ready to yield. After two weeks of waiting and longing for her husband's hard
prick, it seemed impossible that she would not experience some kind of pleasurable
release.
Suddenly she felt a sound smack on her upturned buttocks. It wasn't a blow meant to
hurt, but still the added humiliation of it etched itself into her memory. "Come on,
baby! Move that sweet ass! It's good pussy, Dottie! Hey, come on! Loosen up!"
In her anger, Dottie could think of a thousand insults she would like to hurl back at
him. But she didn't dare. She decided her safest plan would be to get the whole torment
over with as quickly as possible. It was that consideration alone, she told herself, that
prompted her to start wiggling her buttocks. Her firm ass ground back against the big
man's striving loins, egging him on.
"Hey! That's the stuff, Dottie! Does it feel good, baby! Move it, girl! Whooee!" Jim felt
like a kid. He was enjoying the sheer robust energy of uninhibited sexuality. It
delighted him that Dottie was apparently able to appreciate the turn-on in this violent
passionate coupling. He began to thrust his prick into her tight cunt in longer, deeper,
harder strokes.
A strange war of passions was raging inside the pinioned young wife. She was still
furious with Jim for presuming that she would be able to turn on to him after all he
had said and done to her this morning. At the very same time, her body was trembling
with the welcome invasion of his stiff prick. The more she wriggled to get him to come,
the more excited she became.
The harder her mind struggled against her husband's force and her body's need, the
more aroused she grew... until she was right on the verge of hysteria. Suddenly the only
important thing in the world was that resounding release that hovered just out of reach.
She began to work for it, to climb toward it with all the energy she could muster.
With open-mouthed delight, Jim watched his wife shove her ass violently back against
his loins. He could see her muscles rippling with the intensity of her effort. She was
even forgetting to bury her face in the pillow. It had fallen aside. And he could see her
face... eyes closed, teeth clenched, cheeks red from weeping. It was obvious from her
tense expression that she was heading toward orgasm. That was what she wanted and
needed. That was what he wanted to give her.
"Oh, Christ! Do it! Screw me harder! Harder!" Never in her young life had Dottie used
such obscene language. But she had never felt this way. So eager. So desperate. So raw
around the edges. She felt she must have her climax or die in the attempt.
No fear of that. Jim drove his cock into her waiting hot pussy harder and deeper... until
she was moaning and shaking with the violence of his pounding efforts. Her fingers
clawed the mattress, the pillow, in helpless ecstasy.
"Oh God-d-d! I'm commmmm-ing-g-g!" Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.
She clung desperately to her pillow and let it all happen. She let pleasure carry her
away.
Jim was right on top of her. "Christ! Look out! I'm blowing in you, Dottie! Aaaiieeee!"
The young husband felt he had never come so strongly nor so plentifully. Even when
he thought he had emptied his whole load of jizz into her belly, there came one more
urgent spasm that seized his balls and jetted out more cum into her hot clasping depths.
At last he lay exhausted, sated.
As soon as he had recovered strength enough to look at the alarm clock Jim was on his
feet. "Good Christ! It's almost eight! I'm going to be late if I don't move like lightning!"
He bent over and gave his wife a quick firm peck on the cheek.
"Don't touch me!" she shrieked. She was disgusted with herself for responding to her
husband's brutal rape. She was disgusted with him for exposing that part of herself... a
part she had never known existed.
Jim was completely taken aback. He had thought all was forgiven and forgotten in the
roiling outbursts of passion. His defenses had been down. Dottie's expression of
loathing hit home.
"Fuck you, you goddamned bitch! There's no pleasing you, Dottie! You complain when
you don't get it! You complain when you do! From now on, you can go to hell for all I
care!"
Nothing else was said. Dottie lay on her stomach on the bed, clutching her pillow,
while Jim dressed. He stomped out and slammed the door behind him. Dottie wanted
to cry, but found there were no tears in the well. She was too frustrated to weep. Too
angry. Somehow it pleased her – the thought that she was denying him the satisfaction
of making her cry, even though he wouldn't know about it one way or another.
She could no longer bear to lie in the bed where the awful sequence of events had taken
place. Where her husband had abused her, raped her. She put on a T-shirt and shorts
and went out into the garden.
Two hours later, as she relived the morning's horrors in her mind, Dottie had to
struggle to hold back the tears. Her marriage seemed hopeless.
One dreadful fact kept Dottie tied to her marriage – hard as it was to live with her
husband, the blonde had no idea how she would manage without him. Jim had made
her what she was today. She had no skills, little education. She had known no other
lover but him. He was her world. How could she give up her whole world?


Chapter 3

Dottie took a break from her gardening a little after noon. She was making herself a
tuna salad sandwich when there came a knock at the kitchen door. To her surprise, it
was Mitzi Wayne.
Dottie had only encountered Mitzi on occasions when one or both husbands were
present. She felt ill at ease to find herself alone with the strange, beautiful older woman.
Mitzi didn't wait to be invited inside. She took a seat at the kitchen table and drew a
pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her loose-fitting blouse. "Smoke?"
"No... no thanks... I don't." Dottie sat across the table from Mitzi. Nervous as she was,
she didn't want to be rude to the other woman. They were neighbors, after all. They
had to maintain some semblance of friendliness. It would be just too difficult otherwise.
Mitzi accepted her offer of a sandwich and a cup of coffee with no indication of
embarrassment. Where Dottie came from, people didn't go visiting at mealtimes. And
they especially didn't accept a polite impromptu invitation. It was understood that such
things were said but not meant.
But Dottie found the company of the other woman a welcome diversion to her
morning's misery. Mitzi seemed to be quite well educated. She knew a lot of things, and
she was witty. She made Dottie laugh. By the second cup of coffee, Dottie was thinking
that perhaps the two of them could be friends after all.
There came an awkward pause in the conversation when, after both women had been
laughing at one of Mitzi's anecdotes about life at college, the brunette stopped talking
to stare at Dottie. The blonde held her gaze for a while, but was forced to look away.
Mitzi was aware of the effect she had had on the younger woman. "Look, Dottie...
there's something I've been wanting to say to you when I got a chance to talk to you
woman to woman."
Dottie grabbed the chance to recover her cool. "Oh? What's that?"
"I know you probably have kind of a bad opinion of me. I've noticed, the times when
we've had little chats with the fellows along... you seemed to think I was kind of crude."
The blonde was growing more embarrassed by the minute. She was not used to this
kind of honesty. Even with her own husband, she observed certain formalities and a
respect for privacy. "Oh no, Mitzi... you mustn't think that!"
Mitzi raised a hand to stop Dottie's protests. "Don't get uptight about it, Dottie. I'm not
accusing you of anything. I'm just stating a fact. I know I'm crude sometimes. I work at
it."
What could she say to that? Dottie waited for her neighbor to continue. "I think it goes
back to when I was a kid. The only way I could get my parents' attention was to act the
clown or the smart ass. I've been performing for company ever since. With most people,
I don't give a damn really what they think of me. But with you... you're good people,
Dottie. I can tell that. I'd like us to be friends."
Mitzi's sincerity and beauty dazzled Dottie. For the first time she was understanding
what it was that Jim found attractive in the older woman. She had a lot of that quality
they called charisma.
"I think you're good people too, Mitzi," she said cautiously. Expressions of affection
with anyone other than Jim embarrassed the country girl. "I don't see any reason why
we can't be friends. After all, we're the only neighbor both of us has got." She giggled
to break the tension of all the emotion.
"You're right there. Hey, I got this idea this morning. Why don't we go out together
tomorrow afternoon? We could have a nice lunch somewhere, and then go shopping or
something. What do you think?"
"Well... would we be home in time for me to make Jim's dinner?"
"If you needed to... sure. I'll just leave my old man something to warm up."
Dottie was getting more enthusiastic about the idea. Why was she worrying about
getting home for Jim anyway? He didn't appreciate it. He thought all she did was take
naps all day. Let him see what it was like to eat cold cuts for supper for a change.
"Sure... I'll do that, too."
"Good girl! Now you're talking!" Mitzi stood up and returned her cigarette pack to her
pocket. "I've got to be going now. Thanks for lunch. I'll pick you up tomorrow at
eleven-thirty. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Oh, I almost forgot. I wanted to mention about the laundry man this morning. You
probably noticed he was at my place for a long time?"
The thought had entered Dottie's mind, but she'd dismissed it. She had more important
things to worry about. "I didn't really pay any attention, Mitzi. I'm not a snoop type...
really, I'm not!"
"I know you're not, Dottie. And I wouldn't care about what anyone else thought... but...
sometimes I just go a little crazy, you know, Dottie? My old man hardly ever gives me
the time of day anymore."
The conversation was getting too close for Dottie's comfort. She patted Mitzi on the
arm, told her to forget it, and walked her to the door. Only as she watched the brunette
cross the street to her own house did Dottie realize Mitzi was staggering slightly. Was it
possible Mitzi had been drinking, so early in the day? Dottie felt a surge of the old
horror where Mitzi was concerned. She suppressed it. She was going to give the woman
a chance. Dottie needed a friend. And, she suspected, so did Mitzi.
Mitzi's dog Sport was waiting for her when she got home. The big German shepherd
stood at the door, wagging his tail impatiently.
"Hey, Sport, darling! Where have you been all day? Have you been cheating on Mitzi?
You naughty big devil, you!" Mitzi sipped a Scotch and soda as she watched the animal
attack some meat scraps she set out in his dish. Watching Sport eat reminded Mitzi of
his other ravenous appetite. She felt a hot little surge in her pussy.
Why not? she thought recklessly. She'd started off the day with a bang. Why not keep
up the pace by giving the dog his turn? Sport was always willing and eager.
When he had finished eating, Mitzi coaxed Sport into following her into the master
bedroom. She finished her drink and began to remove her clothes. "You got some
energy for me, Sport, old buddy? I'm feeling kind of hot. I've just been visiting that
little honey across the street. You'd love her, Sport, you masher you. Maybe you'll get
your chance one of these days, if my plans work out the way I want them to."
Mitzi's cunt tingled at the thought of what she had in store for Dottie. She had little
doubt that she would be able to bring her neighbor around to her way of thinking.
Dottie was lonely. That was obvious. The blonde had really gone for that straight-from
the-shoulder sincerity routine she had dished out this morning. Yes, Mitzi decided, she
knew just how to handle the fair young Dottie.
The voluptuous brunette stood naked, hands on hips, in front of the attentive dog.
Mitzi could have sworn Sport was grinning at her, just like any old lecher. "You like
what you see, do you, boy? Well, how's about a little taste? Hmmmm?"
Relishing her own bold lewdness, Mitzi lay spread-eagled on the rug and parted her
moist cunt-lips. "Come on, Sport! Lick me, baby! I want you to make me feel good!
Pretty please!"
The animal seemed to know exactly what his lovely mistress wanted. He positioned
himself between her thighs and licked all the way up from her puckered asshole to her
hot pussy to her clit.
"Eeeeee! Oh, Sport, darling! That's terrific! Jee-zuz! I can feel myself getting an erection
already!" Her clit had swollen to a hard nub. Every slight touch of the dog's muzzle
gave Mitzi a surging thrill that rippled throughout her body. She wiggled her ass-cheeks
up off the carpet, encouraging the dog, begging him to give her more of his tantalizing
tonguing.
The animal's enthusiasm for his task showed that he enjoyed the obscene diversion just
as much as his mistress did. Again and again he lapped his long pink tongue up over
her seeping cunt. Each time, her throaty moans of pleasure goaded him on to more
ardent efforts. "Ooooohhh, Sport! I'm getting so hot! I can feel my pussy getting so wet!
Does it taste good, darling? Do you like the way I taste?"
Evidently Sport liked the way she tasted. His tongue cleaned up the clear hot juices
from her pussy as quickly as she produced them. The slightly rough surface of his
tongue tickled her clit... made it spasm with rapidly building desire.
Mitzi had been playing with dogs for years, letting them satisfy her depraved sexual
longings. She had discovered the talents of her poodle when she was still a child of
twelve. Whenever her parents left her alone in the house, she took the dog to her
bedroom and got him to make her pussy feel good. It wasn't until she was eighteen that
she actually fucked a dog. But she had enjoyed it right from the start. And she had
found a dog a welcome companion when there was no one else around to satisfy her
almost ceaseless sexual desire.
Long ago, Mitzi had learned to accept her sex drive for what it was – her flight from
boredom. Sex was the only thing that didn't bore her. Her husband had started to bore
her long ago. Only when they went to bed together did she still find him interesting.
That didn't happen much anymore. Mitzi had to seek her amusements elsewhere. She
knew one day she would leave Sam. She was just waiting for the right moment.
In the meantime, there was the laundry man and the plumber and whoever else might
come along. And there was Sport. Sam didn't know about the special relationship
between her and her dog. Mitzi didn't think he could handle it. What's more, she didn't
think it was any of his business. Mitzi was defensive of her privacy where Sam was
concerned.
"Christ, my clit feels good, lover! You really know how to do it, baby! Aaaahhh!" She
was writhing like a wild creature on the bedroom floor... relishing the depraved thrill of
letting a dog make her feel good this way... enjoying the perverse satisfaction of
desecrating the bedroom where her husband would sleep tonight. He thought he was
depriving her by not giving her his precious cock.
Well, little did he know, she didn't need him! In her mind's eye, Mitzi gave her
husband the finger while her pussy yielded to Sport's aggressive tongue assault.
"Oooohhhh! Jee-zuz! Jeeeee-zuz!"
Mitzi amused herself by trying to catch hold of the tip of Sport's tongue and draw it
into her cunt. Several times, she thought she might be successful. She felt the taunting
intrusion part her pussy-lips, start to penetrate the first little way... then fall back. Each
time, the first lewd sensations were so tantalizing that she groaned with disappointment
when he pulled back on her. Her cunt was so hot! She was aching to be filled!
At last the shapely brunette could take no more of the prolonged teasing. She needed
the real thing. She needed cock!
"Oh, Sport, darling! I need you to fuck me, baby! Will you do that for Mitzi?" The
alcohol that coursed through her veins gave her an added surge of courage as she
positioned herself on hands and knees. When Sport stepped back, she saw what she was
looking for. The animal had an erection. His cock was protruding long and red and
hard from his cock-sheath. "Oh, Sport! You want me as much as I want you, don't you,
lover?"
She wriggled her smooth round ass-cheeks in the dog's face and cooed encouragements
at him. "Come on, baby! Fuck me! Fuck Mitzi!" With mounting excitement, she
strained back over her shoulder to watch the German shepherd wrap his hairy dark
paws around her hips. She peeked between the dangling swells of her tits, down
between her thighs, at the spectacle of the menacing dog-cock. Hard and heavy, it
surged forward, seeking her hot waiting cunt.
Time after time she watched it lunge forward and then fall uselessly back. She felt the
ruthless prodding against her buttocks as Sport almost knocked her off-balance with the
strength of his efforts. Finally she could bear the tense expectation no longer.
Reaching back between her thighs she took hold of the sleek hard shaft of Sport's cock
and guided the tip toward the waiting hole of her pussy. As soon as he felt the spongy
give of her cunt, the dog rutted forward. His cock drove deep into Mitzi's cunt,
spreading the hot fleshy walls wide.
"Ooooohhhh, darling! It's delicious! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Sport fucked her, in long deep penetrating strokes that battered all the way in against
her cervix. He established a hard regular rhythm that never wavered.
Mitzi closed her eyes and let herself be driven up, up... into an absorbing world of pure
naked pleasure. More than anything else in life, she relished this tantalizing release
from care, from thought, from responsibility. She loved the pursuit of pleasure, of
orgasm, for its own sake. At the moment she was climbing high toward that
culminating peak of forgetfulness, then and only then was she truly satisfied. With the
orgasm itself came the beginning of the letdown.
She concentrated on the hard shaft of Sport's cock driving deep into her cunt, forcing
her pussy-walls far apart. Each time his cock began its upsweep into her craving depths,
she experienced a new, more intense jolt of excitement. She was so filled. So used. So
satisfied. Her pussy felt so good!
Time stood still for the wanton brunette as she knelt on her bedroom rug reveling in
the depths of her own depravity... welcoming the dog's stiff prick deep into her
hungering cunt. As her arousal grew more intense, she began to thrust her buttocks
back against the dog's loins. Her urgent gestures encouraged the animal to penetrate
her harder and faster.
Sport never accelerated his pace, but he never slowed down either. His hard pummeling
pleasure was as predictable as rush-hour traffic. Mitzi loved the animal's energy, and his
staying power. Sport never left her in the lurch. He always saw her through to her own
orgasm. His rough skewering lasted long enough to allow Mitzi to let go all her
barriers, to climb to the farthest heights of ecstasy.
Inspired by a lecherous preoccupation with her own depravity, Mitzi reached back and
began to caress the wet flaccid lips of her pussy. She liked feeling the hard rod of the
dog's cock surging into it. She liked the feel of her own juices coating his turgid 
pricklength. With the palm of her hand, she began to manipulate the blood-swollen nubbin
of her clitoris. Her pleasure was increased tenfold. Now she had all the input she
needed. Now she was well on the road to resounding orgasm.
"Oooooohhhh, Sport! Screw me! Screw my pussy, baby!" Mitzi had lost all control of
herself. She was a raging, squirming being, suffering on the brink of explosion. She was
all need, all want, all desire. All it would take to make her complete would be that
release. That sweet release. "AAAAAAAhhh, God-d-d! I'm commmm-ing-g-g!"
Her ass-cheeks ground lustily back against the German shepherd's loins as she worked
out the full rage of her climax. When she was spent, she fell forward onto the rug, eyes
closed, body limp. Only vaguely was she aware of the animal's cock pulling out of her
wet cunt.
"Ooooohh, God! God!" She dozed for a few moments, and when she awoke there was
the beginning of that letdown.
What now?
She took a shower and spent a long time admiring herself in the mirror, powdering
herself, making herself up. Not that it mattered what she looked like. She would be
alone all evening, in all probability. But tomorrow... there would be the lunch with
Dottie. She had something to look forward to.
When she entered the bedroom, she found her husband rummaging through the closet.
"Why Sam! What a pleasant surprise! Don't tell me you're actually going to spend an
evening at home!" Her voice was heavy with sarcasm.
"No, as a matter of fact I'm not. I have a dinner meeting tonight. I only came home
because I forgot to take my tan suit with me this morning."
"Oh?" She swayed her hips as her unbelieving voice taunted him. "And what's the
matter with the one you're wearing? Too conservative for the fellows, is it? Or maybe
there's a lady or two scheduled to come to the meeting?"
"For chrissakes, Mitzi, don't start that jealousy crap again! As far as you need to know
I'm going to be working tonight. There's no point in going into anything else."
"That's true. We all know you have to get it somewhere, and you're sure as hell not
getting it around here!"
"Fuck off, Mitzi." His voice was calm, even. The thing that bothered Mitzi most about
Sam was that he never got angry. He was always calm and detached. That made him
think he was superior. His composure infuriated her.
"Fuck off yourself, you bastard!"
"Listen honey, if we're going to start talking business, I think you should know that
this room smells like a brothel. If you're going to sneak your lovers in here, I suggest
you buy some room deodorizer."
Mitzi calmed down. A faint smile even managed to creep over her features. "Oh, Sam...
you've got it all wrong. I never entertain gentlemen callers. I just like to jack off a lot."
He looked at her and grinned sardonically. "You always were weird, Mitzi," he told her,
and left the room with his tan suit over his arm.
Mitzi's one consolation as she poured herself a fresh drink was that she had the last
laugh after all. Sam thought he had everything figured. But there was a thing or two
about his wife that even he didn't know.


Chapter 4

As Dottie had expected, Jim made no mention of their morning feud when he got
home. He was quiet and preoccupied, but then he often was after a day's work.
After dinner, he retired to his study, claiming that he had some work to catch up on.
Normally, Dottie would have felt totally frustrated by the clay's events... first by her
husband's rape, then by their inability to talk about it. She was very grateful that Mitzi
had suggested the day on the town. That took her mind off her husband and their
troubles.
Mitzi arrived to pick her up promptly at eleven-thirty. She drove to a quiet steak and
lobster bar that Dottie had never visited before. Though the young blonde almost never
drank, particularly not at lunch time, she let Mitzi talk her into sharing a bottle of
white wine. It was a good German wine, and Dottie found herself enjoying the drink
and the light-headed effects it brought her.
"Are you trying to get me loaded?" she teased Mitzi at one point during lunch, when
the brunette was filling their glasses for the third time. By now, Dottie was feeling far
too carefree to really care what Mitzi's intentions were. She had never known drinking
could be such fun.
Mitzi was ready for the question. Now that Dottie was loosened up, she wanted to get
the blonde talking about herself. With the right material to work with, Mitzi was sure
she could win Dottie's complete trust. "Frankly, darling, I am. I don't know if you want
to talk about it, Dottie, but I get the idea that you're very unhappy about something. I
just want you to know that, if you feel like talking, no one but me will ever know a
word you say."
Dottie looked thoughtful for a while. Mitzi took the opportunity to order their coffee
and a liqueur to go with it. "You've never tried Grand Marnier? You'll love it!"
Almost before she realized what was happening, Dottie found herself telling Mitzi all
about her problems with Jim. The atmosphere in the restaurant, Mitzi's concern, her
own inebriated mood-all conspired to keep Dottie talking until the whole sordid story
was out.
"I just don't understand it, Mitzi. My sex drive seems to be so much stronger than his.
Then yesterday, he got so excited... when I was so miserable. He seemed to enjoy seeing
me miserable." The blonde had to fight to keep back the tears.
Mitzi slid around the booth until she was sitting close beside Dottie. She put a
comforting arm around the woman. "You're just learning some of the facts of life, kid.
All the stories say men are supposed to be the ones with the uncontrollable sex drives.
But I've had more women friends tell me it's their husbands who can't keep up with
them. I know my old man never could keep up with me. Finally we both just quit
trying. He goes his way, and I have my little diversions."
Even in the midst of her own emotional upset, Dottie found herself shocked by this
revelation. Suddenly she remembered Mitzi's excuses about the laundry man. Could it
be? "You mean... you and Sam don't ever make love together?"
"I wouldn't say that exactly. I seem to remember one night about three or four months
ago when we were both three sheets to the wind."
"Oh, Mitzi! That's terrible! I'm so sorry. I thought the two of you seemed to get along
well. You're always joking..."
"Yeah... but you'll notice our jokes are usually little daggers aimed right at each other's
gonads. Most of the time we can't stand the sight of each other, but we're still together.
People are crazy, aren't they?" Mitzi polished off her Grand Marnier and ordered
another. "Come on, Dottie... drink up. Tomorrow we may be dead... or divorced."
The younger woman looked alarmed. "Oh, no... I couldn't do that. I've thought about
it. I'll admit that. But what would I do? Where would I go? I have nothing of my own."
"Every married woman without a career freaks out on that one at some time. But you
shouldn't worry, Dottie. There's plenty of things you could do. You're bright. You're
pretty. You could even go back to school if you wanted."
Dottie was rapidly growing depressed. "I don't know, Mitzi."
"Hey... that's enough of the heavy talk for a while, eh? Why don't we clear out of this
place? Go somewhere we can really talk?"
The blonde giggled as she tried to stand up. "I don't think I can go anywhere like this. I
feel kind of... drunk."
Things were going just the way Mitzi wanted them. "Well, listen, let's go to my place.
My old man told me he won't be home till late tonight. No one will bother us. We can
talk in peace."
"Okay. I wouldn't want anybody to see me like this. I've never drunk so much in my
life." Dottie seemed amused by her own struggles to gain her balance. She giggled
happily all the way out to the car.
Mitzi could scarcely control her excitement. It delighted her that they were both equally
frustrated. On the drive home, her adventurous mind toyed with ways she could bring
unknown pleasures to the blonde's sweet little cunt. She knew she had better be careful
not to rock the boat too suddenly, but she was so eager... Dottie was such a sexy little
thing.
Mitzi settled Dottie comfortably on the couch and brought her a cold glass of wine. She
sat next to the younger woman, close... but not too close.
"I don't think I should have any more of this... but I will." Dottie's eyes twinkled
mischievously. She sipped greedily at the cool, slightly sweet drink.
"Go ahead, darling. I'm certainly going to have some more. It doesn't make you feel
bad, does it?"
"No, I'm just a little foggy in the head. It's kind of weird, but kind of fun." Dottie could
no longer remember why she had ever been suspicious of Mitzi. She was really a lot of
fun, and she was a kind person too. She'd been looking after her like a big sister all day.
Mitzi's pulse quickened as she embarked upon the first part of her plan. "I've got an
idea, Dottie. If you're feeling groggy, how about taking a shower? That'll perk you right
up again. I think I might even enjoy one myself. It's so dirty downtown, I always feel
grimy when I get home."
"Well... I..." Why not? Dottie thought impulsively. It sounded like fun. "Okay! Let's do
it!" She jumped to her feet so quickly, Mitzi had to hold onto her to keep her from
falling right back down onto the couch. "Whoo! I got dizzy there for a minute."
"Don't worry, honey! I'm taking care of you!"
Dottie took the older woman's arm and looked her in the eye. For a moment, she felt
very sober. "I know, Mitzi. And I appreciate it. I really do."
"I know, Dottie. But I enjoy it. After all, what are friends for?"
"You're right! We are friends, aren't we? I've only really known you for a day and it
seems much longer. I'm comfortable with you, Mitzi."
"Good... I'm so glad." The touch of the blonde's slender fingers gripping her arm made
Mitzi's pussy flare with desire. She could hardly wait to hold her, to kiss her... in the
bathroom, she helped Dottie out of her clothes. The younger woman was even more
beautiful than Mitzi had expected.
Her tits were full and firm, high-set, thrusting out proudly from her chest. Her waist
was so small, Mitzi imagined she could fit her two hands around it. Her tummy was
smooth and taut. When she turned around to step into the tub, Mitzi greedily eyed her
round flaring ass-cheeks. "You're a beautiful woman, Dottie," she told her friend as she
quickly stripped off her own clothes. She climbed into the tub after Dottie, closed the
shower doors and turned on a steady warm spray.
The blonde seemed somewhat taken aback. Her beautiful naked neighbor was in the
shower with her, her ripe out-thrusting tits only inches from her own. "Are we taking a
shower together?" she asked dumbly.
"Why not? It saves energy and water. No point in being wasteful." Mitzi pinched the
younger woman's ass and pulled her in under the spray.
"Eeeeee!" Dottie was having the time of her life. She felt like a kid again, playing in the
water with a cousin or a friend. There were always lots of children around the farm,
visiting with their parents, or the offspring of hired hands.
There was a difference in this kind of playing though. Her playmate was a very
voluptuous, very attractive woman. Her tits bounced sensuously as Mitzi wiped the
water from her eyes. Dottie dared to peek down at the brunette's bush when she wasn't
looking. It was so thick and large, swelling out from her lower belly like a little 
curlcovered hill. Dottie's sparse blonde pussy seemed stripped bare by comparison.
Mitzi sponged the swelling curves of Dottie's breasts and belly. The nearness of the
other woman made her feel faint with longing. When she could stand it no longer, she
put her arms around the blonde and bore her mouth down hard on Dottie's.
Startled, the young housewife resisted for a moment. Then the sheer sensuality of what
Mitzi was doing to her won her over. She let Mitzi force her tongue in between her lips.
She even ventured to offer her own in a lewd lingual struggle. While the alcohol
coursed through her veins, Dottie grew more and more preoccupied by what was
happening to her. She didn't even have time to think about how wrong it was. All she
knew was that she had been longing for this kind of hungry, generous passion for so
long... and Jim had been denying it to her.
If the only person who would make love to her the way she wanted was another lonely
woman, then maybe that was just the way it was... something she had to accept to
satisfy her own body's needs. In her drunken passion, her mind struggled valiantly to
rationalize what was happening.
She wasn't really feeling very rational. She was feeling sexy. Mitzi was making her feel
good.
"Aaahhh! God!" Mitzi had covered her face and neck with kisses. Now she was sucking
hard on a pleasure-swollen nipple. The effect was sheer electricity. Dottie's whole body
throbbed with need.
Emboldened by the effects of the drinks she had consumed, the blonde reached for the
tantalizing globes of Mitzi's tits and began to squeeze them, caress them. The water
continued to course down upon them. For both the women, it only added to the
building atmosphere of excitement. Behind the shower doors, with the water streaming
over their skin, it was another world.
Mitzi looked up at her young partner. Her mouth still hovered near Dottie's blood
engorged nipple. "You taste so good, darling. You have the most beautiful titties. I want
to make love to you. I want to make you moan with lovely pleasure."
Hypnotized by the lust in the older woman's eyes, by the incredible boldness of her
words, Dottie let herself be pulled down onto the floor of the tub. She lay on her back
while Mitzi turned the shower down to a slow tantalizing spray. Dottie trembled with
wanton anticipation as Mitzi pushed her thighs apart and knelt in between them.
Awestruck, she watched Mitzi's dark head lower onto her pussy mound. The first touch
of the brunette's tongue on her clit was like an electric prod.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh! Oh my God-d-d!" The sheer depravity, the unexpectedness of what
was happening drove Dottie over the top into orgasm. She was totally receptive to the
overwhelming power of Mitzi's passion. "Oooohh! It's so wonderful, Mitzi! You're
making me feel so good!" She closed her eyes and wound her fingers in the long matted
strands of Mitzi's hair. She pulled the other woman's face closer to her pussy. Her
gesture was encouragement for the aroused brunette. Dottie wanted her to know she
liked what was happening... liked it very much.
It had been a long time since her husband had tongued her cunt this way. Dottie had
always loved having her pussy licked and sucked, but Jim never seemed very keen on it.
Eventually he had stopped doing it altogether. Though he still expected her to suck his
cock for him, when he was in the mood. That didn't happen very often any more
either.
Mitzi was reveling in her good fortune with gleeful abandon. Nothing this exciting had
happened to her in a long time. The young blonde looked so tantalizing, so vulnerable,
lying back in the tub, legs spread, lips parted in passion. Mitzi felt she could eat Dottie
alive. Her pussy tasted wonderful. She poked her tongue in between the fleshy little lips
of her cunt and wriggled it incitingly. Dottie's moans and groans were all the thanks
she wanted.
Eager to bring the girl more pleasure, Mitzi closed her lips over Dottie's clit and began
to nibble it. She moved skillfully to bring the little nubbin to rock-hard erection. Mitzi
wanted to make Dottie come again, and she sucked with that goal in mind. Her own
pussy was flaring with hot need. Making love to Dottie's pussy was driving her out of
her mind with arousal.
Dottie rocked her head from side to side, groaning deeply. Her whole body was racked
with deep-reaching pleasure. It seemed to her now that her cunt had never been loved
this well before. Each time Mitzi's mouth pursed over her clitoris and sucked, Dottie
thought she would faint with excitement. "Ohhhh... ooooohh, Mitzi! My pussy feels
soooo ni-i-ice!"
The water was beginning to run cool from the shower, but even the sharp tingle on
their skin wasn't enough to stop the women. Mitzi pushed a finger deep into Dottie's
cunt-hole and began to move it back and forth. Her mouth never slowed from its
maddening sucking rhythm. She wanted to overwhelm Dottie with pleasure.
Dottie was humping her cunt upward in search of the tongue and finger probes. So
intense was her excitement that Mitzi had to be careful not to meet her sharp little
pubic bone on the upstroke. She sucked harder on her young friend's clit until nothing
existed but that slick swollen little member and Dottie's oozing pleasure.
"Oooooohhh... aaaahhhhh... I'm commmmm-ing-g-g!" Dottie could scarcely believe
what was happening to her. For the second time in mere minutes, she was coming with
a kind of wanton intensity that she hadn't known in many months. It felt so good to be
completely immersed in sensual bliss. She felt free, uncaring, satisfied, happy.
Mitzi sensed that the other woman was well within her power now. Her own pussy was
longing for attention, so strongly that she could no longer concentrate fully on her
lascivious task between Dottie's thighs. She raised her head and stared hungrily at her
young companion.
"Let's go into the bedroom, darling. We'll be more comfortable there."
Dottie made no protest when the brunette pulled her to her feet and helped her out of
the tub. She let herself be dried with a soft fluffy towel and waited patiently while Mitzi
dried herself off. She lay on her back on the bed and waited for Mitzi to make love to
her some more.
There was a shock in store for Dottie. Mitzi was no longer content to simply serve. She
kneeled astraddle the blonde's head and lowered her pussy toward Dottie's mouth.
"Suck my pussy, darling," Mitzi told her. "I want to feel good too. Do it for me."
Coming as it did, more a command than a request, Dottie didn't dare refuse. Still, she
trembled as she extended her tongue and prodded it against the yielding hole of Mitzi's
pussy. To her surprise, she found the flavor of the other woman's cunt pleasing,
tantalizing. She began to lick more hungrily, working her tongue all the way up along
the slick moist furrow. It pleased her and excited her to hear the brunette's moans of
appreciation.
"Oohh! Dottie! You're good, darling! You're licking me just right!" Quaking with her
own lewdness, Mitzi held her pussy-lips apart and wriggled her hungry slit this way and
that, positioning it just where she wanted to feel Dottie's tongue. The blonde seemed to
become completely engrossed in her lusty task. Soon, she needed no guidance from
Mitzi. Everything she did was pure excitement for the hot brunette. "Christ, my pussy's
on fire! Dottie, baby! Lick me! Lick my cunt!"
Her new friend's lewd encouragements egged Dottie on. There was a time when the
country girl would have found such language repulsive. But, related as it was to the
boundless pleasure of their impulsive coupling, it seemed very right. It fanned the
flames of her long pent-up desire.
"Your pussy tastes good, Mitzi! I love sucking on you!" She allowed herself only a
moment's respite before darting her tongue once again into Mitzi's cunt. She stroked
the thick bushy thatch of the brunette's cunt-hair. It fascinated Dottie. There was so
much of it. It made Mitzi seem very sexy to her... very desirable. The thought that she
was actually making love to the woman's pussy with her mouth made her own cunt
throb with renewed passion.
As she became more and more intensely aroused, Mitzi reached back and kneaded the
firm swelling mounds of Dottie's tits. Her caresses were rough, but Dottie apparently
felt no pain. She continued to eat Mitzi's pussy greedily, moaning all the while. Each
time Mitzi pinched her nipples, Dottie's moans grew louder, more abandoned.
"Uuuuuuhhhh!" Yesterday, Dottie had thought her husband was depraved because he
got a thrill out of screwing her when she was upset. Now she herself was investigating
far more forbidden aspects of depravity. She was writhing naked on another woman's
bed, eating that woman's cunt with voracious abandon. She was clutching and stroking
a woman's pussy, licking it, devouring it.
What had happened to her? Was it only alcohol that had changed her overnight into a
hot wanton lesbian? The question only amused Dottie at the moment. She pushed it
from her mind. All that mattered was Mitzi's seeping pussy. She wanted to make her
woman lover feel good, as wonderful as she herself had been feeling short minutes ago.
Mitzi's nerve endings were wide open, tingling with intense excitement. The brunette
realized it would be only a short while now before an explosion swept over her. She
fought to hold it off for just a few more moments. She wanted to brand this incredible
ecstasy into her memory... keep it there for lonely times to come... times when she
would have only memories to help her climb to sweet forgetful pleasure.
"Oooooohhh... Dottie! Lick me, darling! Eat my pussy! Oh, Jee-zuz!" Mitzi cried.
Dottie's boldness knew no bounds. Inspired by a memory of something she had read
once in one of Jim's girlie magazines, she stabbed a fingertip against the puckered little
hole of Mitzi's anus. Although the prod met resistance at first, the sphincter gradually
relaxed, admitting Dottie's finger deep inside. The brunette wailed out her shrill ecstasy.
"Aaaiieeeee!" It seemed almost unbelievable to Mitzi that this was the woman she had
worked so hard to seduce. Dottie's natural sensuality was leading them both into
uncharted territory.
Eyes closed, Mitzi raised and lowered her buttocks over Dottie's prodding tongue and
obscene finger probe. Her entire body was quaking with uncontained pleasure. It could
be only moments now before she would have to let go.
Dottie worked like a demon, massaging her woman lover's asshole, tonguing her cunt.
She could feel the juices surging from her own pussy as she drank greedily at Mitzi's
cunt. Suddenly she could feel everything spasming. It was happening... Mitzi was over
the top.
"Oh Godd-d-d! God-d-d! I'm commmmming-g-g!" Mitzi's tense features relaxed into a
slow, relieved smile. Her body felt so good, so thoroughly loved. She lay down next to
the shapely younger woman and held her in her arms. Things were still happening
inside Mitzi. She had forgotten what it was like to experience such an overwhelming,
joyful orgasm. Dottie was awakening inside Mitzi feelings that had lain dormant for a
long time. She was glad Dottie had made her come. She was glad to be lying curled up
with her beautiful lover. There was no letdown. None.
"Dottie, you're wonderful," she whispered into the blonde's ear. Already she was
thinking about making love to Dottie all over again. But first she needed to rest. It was
so good to let go.
As she grew more sober, Dottie became progressively more tense. What had just
happened to her had felt intensely good, but in the cold light of sobriety it seemed so
horribly wrong.
Once, she had worried about Mitzi trying to seduce her husband. Now it was she who
was lying in Mitzi's arms, fresh from the abandon of hot lovemaking.
My God, had it really happened? What had become of her? What was this devil inside
Dottie Mansfield?


Chapter 5

Dottie was struggling through a full-scale crisis of conscience.
She had managed to get away from Mitzi before the tears began. She said she had to get
home before her husband started wondering what she was up to. When Jim got home,
Dottie was already in bed, faking a headache. For the next two days, she stayed in bed.
She was ill, she told Jim. Some kind of bug. All she needed was some rest, some peace
and quiet.
Mitzi called her twice. After that, Dottie quit answering the phone. She was torn in two
by memories of what they had done together. On one side were the sweet memories,
the little reminiscent tingles in her pussy. On the other side was guilt. How could she
be so depraved? What would her family think if they knew? What would her husband
think?
She felt less guilty when she thought about Jim. In a way she held him responsible for
what had happened. If he had been more gentle, more understanding with her, she was
sure she would never have been driven into the arms of another woman. She almost
wished he did know, so he could feel properly ashamed of himself. But she didn't dare
tell him. She knew he would put all the blame on her... might even leave her. The
thought horrified her... kept her awake when she sought the gentle forgetfulness of
sleep.
Her third morning in bed, there came a knock at the front door. She was tempted to
ignore it, but the caller was persistent. It was a delivery man with a package. When he
had left, Dottie tore the package open. Inside was a beautiful china vase stuffed with
baby's breath and fragile sweetheart roses. With it was a card: "I hope you have no
regrets. I have only sweet memories. Love, Mitzi."
The message seemed shockingly intimate, to be addressed from one woman to another.
Dottie wondered what the florist must have thought. She read the card over and over
again. Tears sprang to her eyes. She began to realize how selfish she had been.
She had spent the last two days feeling guilty about what her mother would think, or
her husband. She had forgotten to feel guilty about Mitzi, about the way she had run
out on her and then refused to talk to her. After all they had shared. After the
tenderness Mitzi had shown her.
Without thinking any more about it, she went to the phone and dialed Mitzi's number.
"Hi... Mitzi?" She felt shy, awkward. How could she have been so insensitive? "I want
to talk to you. Can I come over?"
Mitzi's voice came across a little thick. Dottie wondered if she had been drinking, and
whether it was because of her. "Darling! I'm so glad to hear from you. Come on over!
I'll put on the coffee."
Dottie found herself dressing carefully, examining her image in the mirror. Usually she
only took this much attention when she was meeting a man. Right now, men seemed
unimportant to her. Her own husband had been practically like a stranger since the bad
morning. She no longer had the heart to call it a "rape". She was no longer in a
position to accuse so strongly.
The brunette was in the kitchen with Sport, her German shepherd, when Dottie arrived.
"Come on in, Dottie! Wow! You look nice..." Mitzi engulfed the blonde in a welcoming
bear hug that she tried to keep from being too overtly sexual. "...mmm... smell nice,
too!"
The closeness of the older woman awakened a subdued tingle deep in Dottie's belly.
She remembered their afternoon of love, and suddenly she wanted it to happen all over
again. She wanted Mitzi to smother her face in kisses. She pulled quickly away. Not
again... she had to be strong. "My mother gave it to me for Christmas... the perfume, I
mean!"
Mitzi recognized the danger signals at once. Dottie was not ready to play it all her
way... not yet. "Here, honey... sit down. Have some coffee." She poured a generous shot
of liqueur into each cup. "Here, try it. It's good."
"Yes, it is." Dottie drank greedily. The warm fluid calmed her nerves. "Can I have some
more?"
"You sure can. Sport isn't bothering you, is he? He's a friendly old brute." The German
shepherd had nuzzled his head in Dottie's lap and he was prodding her hand with his
nose, encouraging her to pet him.
"No... I love dogs. Sport comes over to the house every now and then. I've been
sneaking him the odd piece of steak. I hope you don't mind."
"Heck no. Sport's a born moocher, and he loves pretty women. I can't cure him of
habits like those." Mitzi laughed as she poured the coffee cups half full of liqueur.
Both women lost track of time as they talked and sipped their coffee. Dottie got over
the embarrassment she had felt when she first arrived. Once again she felt comfortable
with Mitzi. She began to realize that Mitzi was the only person in her life that she did
feel comfortable with right now. It seemed particularly foolish of her to have tried to
cut off the friendship with the only friend she had.
"Mitzi... I'm sorry..." she blurted out at last.
"About what, honey?" Mitzi smiled. She reached across the kitchen table and squeezed
the blonde's hand.
"About the way I've been treating you the last couple of days. You didn't deserve that.
The flowers... they're beautiful." She checked the hot flood of tears that threatened to
overflow her eyelids. She gripped Mitzi's hand firmly, for support. "I just got so
confused, Mitzi. I guess I didn't know how to handle... what happened."
Mitzi felt no qualms about getting up and going to the distraught woman. She raised
her from her chair and held her in her arms. She felt Dottie's body lean into hers. For
both women, the dam of desire broke.
Feelings they had both been suppressing for the past couple of days flooded through
them and between them. They began to kiss, to fondle one another in hurried frenzy.
Mitzi led the blonde into the living room, where they were soon writhing passionately
on the floor. Their clothes came off as easily as leaves swept down a sidewalk by an
autumn breeze. Neither of them paid any attention to Sport, who sat calmly in the
doorway to the dining room, watching them.
Only now did Dottie realize all the emotion she had been choking down. The past
couple of days had been a torment like hell. Now she could remember all the times she
had tried to think about Mitzi and their afternoon together, and how she had stopped
herself. She made no objection when Mitzi maneuvered her around to a sixty-nine
position and began to stab her tongue greedily against her clit. Dottie nuzzled her face
into Mitzi's pussy and began to savor the flowing juices of her arousal.
For long abandoned minutes, the two women writhed together, licking each other's
cunt to hot readiness. They were both completely open, completely receptive to the
flaring fires of lust that seethed inside. Dottie sucked on Mitzi's clitoris as greedily as a
baby sucks on a nipple. For answer, Mitzi took the blonde's pert little nubbin between
her lips and pulled on it until it was hard as a tiny poker. Both women were shivering
out of control with the violence of their mutual stimulation.
"Eeeeeek!" Dottie was completely unprepared for the cold wet prod against the cleft of
her ass. It felt like nothing that Mitzi had been doing to her so far. She pulled herself
away from the tasty slit of the brunette's twat only to discover that the dog was nosing
her ass-cheeks with obvious relish. Before she could make a move to stop him, he was
licking hungrily at the puckered hole of her anus. "Oooooohhh... God-d-d!" It didn't
seem right to let this go on, but it felt so good. She looked nervously down at Mitzi.
The other woman had pulled her face away to give the animal room to work. She
smiled at the trembling blonde and patted her thigh.
"Don't worry, darling. Let it feel good. Sport isn't going to hurt you."
To ensure that the blonde wouldn't try to pull away from Sport's depraved licking,
Mitzi turned herself around so she and Dottie were lying breast to breast. She pulled
Dottie on top of her so the younger woman was lying with her ass flaring up into the
dog's muzzle, her pussy grazing against Mitzi's.
Mitzi pulled Dottie's face down against her own and kissed her passionately. The
nervous wriggles of Dottie's hips as the dog licked her ass were transmitted directly to
Mitzi. They forced the blonde's pussy to rub against her own blood-swollen clit. The
sensations were delicious. The brunette groaned in abandoned delight. She was pleased
that Sport had taken the initiative in joining them. She wanted Dottie to be initiated
into all her own pleasures. She wanted there to be nothing that the two women could
not share. "Does it feel good, darling? Doesn't Sport have a delicious tongue?"
Vaguely Dottie realized that Mitzi spoke as though this quirk of Sport's were nothing
new to her. Had she already experimented with the big dog? The lurid idea only
inflamed her lust as the dog's tongue dove in between her ass-cheeks, searched out the
fleshy little opening to her pussy. She thrust her buttocks provocatively up into Sport's
face, urging him on. His tongue on her vulnerable cunt was like fireworks. The pleasure
explosions surged from every nerve-ending, carrying her farther and farther away from
the supervision of her conscience.
"Oooooohhh... Mitzi! It feels soooo good!" As she planted little hurried kisses all over
the woman's face, she humped her ass back at the dog's tongue, her cunt-mound
forward against Mitzi's pussy. Their clits ground together, giving them both an added
dose of tantalizing excitement.
"Yesss, darling... it's good for me, too. I love to see you so excited, Dottie baby! Your
pussy feels so good rubbing against me." As Mitzi spoke, Sport's bold tongue reached
all the way down to her own wet pussy-hole. "Aaaaiiieeeee!" She thrust her pubic
mound up against Dottie. The idea of the dog-ministering to both their wet cunts at
once drove Mitzi wild with lust. Nothing this wanton had ever happened to her before.
Dottie was the perfect sex partner for her. She got so excited. She left all her morals, her
conscience behind her. Like Mitzi, she loved sex for its own sake... for the sweet
pleasures it could bring her.
An obscene idea played through Mitzi's mind. Dare she pursue it? She didn't know if
Dottie was ready. But the way the blonde was wiggling her tight little ass, Mitzi
suspected she was ready as she would ever be. "Get up on your knees, honey!" she
urged her young friend. "That way, Sport will be able to get at you easier! It'll feel even
better. I promise you!"
Though somewhat skeptical, Dottie did as she was told. She felt intensely wanton,
kneeling over her woman lover with her ass wriggling back in the big dog's face. But
one sweep of Sport's tongue convinced her she was doing the right thing. His tongue
lapped all the way from her swollen clit to her cunt-hole to her ass. Her whole body
was set alive with rushing tingles.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Like a primitive creature interested only in the satisfaction of her
basest lusts, she screwed her buttocks back into the dog's face. She tilted her head down
low and began to suck on one of Mitzi's long distended nipples. She had never sucked a
woman's tit before. The experience was intensely satisfying... more so than she would
ever have imagined. It made her feel safe... safe to be as wanton, as self-indulgent as she
wanted.
Mitzi felt her pussy flare as she watched the animal's head nuzzle in between her
woman lover's ass-cheeks. She stroked Dottie's soft blonde hair as the girl sucked first
one nipple, then the other. She urged her face down harder, encouraging Dottie to be
rougher with her. When the blonde ventured to bite her nipple, Mitzi felt her cunt
convulse in a sweet, jarring orgasm. "Oooooohhh, baby... you do me so ni-i-ice! I'm
commmm-ing, Dottie!"
It thrilled Dottie to think she could make another woman come just by making love to
her tits. Her own juices flowed more plentifully from her pussy as she ground her ass
more energetically back at the dog's tongue. She paid scarcely any attention when the
brunette gave the dog his command.
"Come on, Sport, boy! Up, boy. Up, Sport!" Made reckless by the unexpected elation of
her orgasm, Mitzi decided to test Dottie's capacity for depravity to the limit. With bated
breathed, she watched the dog wrap his paws around the lily-white skin of Dottie's
waist. She watched Dottie's face turn up to hers in search of an explanation. The
younger woman looked afraid, but there was still an unmistakable gleam of lust in her
eye. "Don't worry, Dottie! Sport is going to make you feel even better than he has
already! His prick feels good inside, Dottie! Believe me!"
Dottie's mind was racing crazily, struggling to comprehend. "You mean... you let him...
fuck you?" Part of her wanted to struggle away from the dog's embrace. Another part
was titillated... wanted to hear what Mitzi had to say. Wanted to let Mitzi be her guide.
"Yes, darling." A lecherous smile wreathed the woman's features as she watched the
dog's swollen red prick stab again and again up against the younger woman's buttocks.
By looking between their bodies, she could see the dog struggling to keep his balance...
the long dog-cock falling back useless after each lunging attempt. The sight turned her
on intensely.
Dottie was paralyzed with indecision. She wanted to trust Mitzi's judgment. Yet fear of
the unknown clutched her, made her wiggle her ass to avoid the dog's obscene cock
thrusts. "Oh, Mitzi... I don't think I can do it. I'm afraid, Mitzi!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of, darling. I'm here. I'll take care of you. Just relax and
let it happen."
Trembling with excited apprehension, Dottie ceased her struggles to avoid the dog's
cock. She tilted her ass upward, waited for him to shove into her. Almost immediately,
the animal was able to take advantage of the situation. His hard turgid cock caught
hold inside her wet pussy and surged far into her tender passage.
His cock was so hard! So merciless! "Oh God, no, Mitzi! I can't do it! It's too much!
Too much!" Even before she made the attempt, Dottie realized it was useless to try to
shake the animal off. Sport was too heavy, and he was hot in pursuit of his goal. His
forelegs gripped her hips tightly while his cock pummeled her vulnerable cunt in long,
unrelenting strokes. Her only hope was Mitzi. "Please, Mitzi! Please make him stop!"
The brunette knew just what the younger woman was going through. A dog's cock
seemed incredibly hard and inflexible compared to a man's. But Mitzi knew too how a
woman could get used to the rugged, relentless skewering a dog penis could give. She
wanted to give Dottie the chance to reconsider her first hasty impulse. "Relax, darling!
It'll feel good... I promise you! Just let it happen!"
The realization that the younger woman's twat was being brutally reamed by the dog's
prick made Mitzi tingle all over with excitement. She enjoyed the look of mixed fear
and arousal in Dottie's eyes as she gazed pleadingly down at her. "Is he making your
pussy feel good, Dottie darling? Tell me!"
A lurid little masochistic thrill ran up and down Dottie's spine. She was doing this for
Mitzi. She was letting the dog screw her pussy because it turned Mitzi on. The obvious
lust in Mitzi's large dark eyes made Dottie herself feel weak with perverse abandon.
She was being fucked by a dog! A long hard animal penis was rampaging her soft
cunt... was making her whole body shake with the force of its pummeling strokes. She
was being unbelievably depraved... but it felt good!
There was no doubt about it now. Her cunt was sending unmistakable signals of
pleasure throughout her kneeling body. She was becoming salacious victim to Sport's
deep-penetrating rhythm. She was being fucked... royally fucked in a way she had been
longing for! He was driving his cock into her so hard, so fast, it seemed he would never
stop. And that was just what Dottie wanted! She wanted to fuck forever!
Her eyes blazing with lust, the blonde began to lunge her ass hard back against the
dog's long tapered prick. She grinned lewdly down at Mitzi, whose own excitement was
written plainly on her face. "It feels terrific, Mitzi! Just like you said it would! I love the
way Sport is fucking me!"
Her obscene declaration made Dottie's pussy flare wider... clutch Sport's rigid penis
more convulsively on the next surge. All her barriers were down now. She was a rutting
animal, reveling in the pure power of her abandon.
Dottie's submission to raw passion was contagious. Mitzi slid down on the rug a little,
so she could suck on one of Dottie's tits, poised tantalizingly over her. She reached
down and began to trace a fingertip around her own blood-swollen clit, bringing it to a
stiff peak of passion. Watching the blonde writhe, consumed by the fires of animal
excitement, drove Mitzi out of her mind with electric tension. She had to stroke her
clitoris, to vibrate it. She had to bring herself another orgasm.
Dottie was only vaguely aware of the activity of the brunette's fingers on her clit. But
she caught the spirit of Mitzi's lust. The older woman sucked her ripe round nipples,
first one, then the other, relishing the way they grew so hard and rubbery under her
attentions. "Oh, Mitzi! It's so good! It's so good, lover! Sport's fucking me so fine!
Aaaaaahhhh!"
Mitzi looked up at her woman lover. Their eyes met and locked in a sudden
overwhelming realization. Neither one of them had ever been this abandoned, this
uninhibited in the presence of a man. They were sharing a raw guts sensuality that was
beyond acceptable social behavior. They were being their basest selves together... and it
was working. It was good. Neither of them felt anything but intense captivating
pleasure.
As Dottie was knocked rhythmically forward by the thrusts of Sport's cock lunging up
into her pussy, she stared lovingly down at the woman beneath her. Though there were
things about Mitzi that she disliked, she was becoming hooked on Mitzi's style of
loving. As hooked as some people got on drugs or booze. "You're good for me, Mitzi!"
she grunted between sighs of contentment.
"You know it, baby! And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" Her clitoris
vibrated with the expert manipulations of her hand. Suddenly Mitzi could hold on no
longer. "Ah, God, baby... I'm comm-ing!"
It was simple as that. Dottie let herself tune in to her new lover's wavelength. She felt
herself coming just as the hot jets of jizz soared from the dog's cock deep into her
pussy. "Aaaaaiiieeeeeee! Mitzi!"
This time, the aftermath of lovemaking was long and tender. Dottie no longer felt any
need to run away from her new forbidden attachment. She needed Mitzi. She wanted
her.
And no power on earth was going to keep her away as long as she wanted to be here.
Not her conscience. Not her husband. Not anything.
Dottie had never felt so strong, nor so sure of herself.


Chapter 6

Mitzi and Dottie spent most of their days together, making love, talking, shopping.
Neither of them had ever enjoyed a relationship so totally satisfying. They purposely
avoided being critical of one another. They accepted each other for the good points they
shared. The bad points could be ignored. They could always retire to their own homes
for a cooling off period.
Yet the more involved they got, the more they wanted to be together. Dottie often
stayed at Mitzi's place till past midnight. She told her husband they were crocheting, or
exchanging recipes, or making plans for the community social. Jim never seemed to
grow suspicious. In fact he said he approved of the good influence her new friend was
having on Dottie.
"What he really means is I don't try to get him to fuck me as much," Dottie told her
friend one morning over the phone. At times, the blonde was aware of her new
worldliness. Gradually she was becoming more like Mitzi in her attitudes... more
cynical, quicker with the wisecracks. As the older woman, the more experienced, the
more educated, Mitzi was having her inevitable effect on her young protégé.
Mitzi laughed. "Wouldn't it put a dent in his male ego if he knew why you don't bug
him! I bet he never thought he could be replaced by a pussy!"
"Not replaced, Mitzi. Outdone!" There was enough of the old Dottie left to cause her to
feel a little disloyal, criticizing her husband so outrageously. But the enthusiasm of
Mitzi's laughter compensated her amply for her jibe. Right now, it was more important
for her to have Mitzi's approval than Jim.
"Listen, darling... I have a plan for tonight. Sam is going away to Chicago for a couple
of days. I was wondering if you could think up some excuse or other to come spend the
night with me."
"Oh, darling, I'd love to... but tonight of all nights, Jim and I have a dinner invitation
from his boss. If it was anybody else, I'd think of a way out of it."
"I understand, baby. That's your bread and butter. Maybe we can do it tomorrow
night."
"Yes, I'll think up something. Oh, Mitzi... it would be so good to spend the whole night
curled up in your arms."
"Damn!" Mitzi swore aloud when she hung up the phone. She was not looking forward
to spending the night alone. Though she realized it was illogical, she was angry with
Dottie for letting her down. It was she who gave Dottie most of her love and sexual
satisfaction. Why should her husband's plans come before Mitzi's?
The brunette spotted her German shepherd wandering around in the yard. She went
outside and petted him. "It looks like you're the only true-blue friend I've got, Sport,
old boy."
The big animal began to lick her hands with reckless enthusiasm. When a leg came
within reach, he began to lick her there. The soft flesh of her thighs tingled under the
dog's attention. Mitzi realized she was horny. A good orgasm would relax her, bring her
back down to earth. She didn't want to be angry with Dottie. It was only frustration,
she knew, that was making her feel the way she did.
She coaxed Sport into the living room and drew the drapes. Kneeling lewdly on the rug,
she pulled her dress up over her hips. She wore no panties. The firm swelling cheeks of
her ass flared in the dog's direction. Sport nosed his way in to investigate.
"Oooohhh! Sport! That feels good!" Mitzi could feel the juices oozing down her thighs.
She was hot, and the dog's tantalizing probings were making her hotter by the minute.
"Oh, lick my cunt, lover!"
Sport's long pink tongue snaked up over her clitoris, her pussy, her asshole. It made her
clitoris swell into full-blown erection. It lapped up the hot juices of her excitement. Her
asshole puckered, then dilated under the provocative pressure of his spongy cock.
Kneeling slavishly in front of the laboring animal, Mitzi wriggled her ass-cheeks this
way and that, looking for angles that would give her an extra little jolt of pleasure. Her
cunt ached to be filled. Her clit was hard and throbbing, driving her out of her mind
with desire.
At last she could stand it no longer. "Come on, Sport! Fuck me, boy! Up Sport!" She
looked around at the excited animal as he mounted the wavering swells of her buttocks.
She glimpsed his long rigid cock-shaft, protruding red and menacing from his sheath.
At once, the lust seemed to flare within her belly like a grass fire in mid-summer; "Do
it, Sport! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
Sport began to rut forward. His steel-hard prick battered again and again against Mitzi's
undulating ass. But each time it missed its goal. That warm anxious, fleshy hole
remained vacant and hungry.
Delirious with her building need, Mitzi maneuvered her buttocks frantically trying to
find the right angle that would allow the animal to thrust his ready instrument deep up
into her pussy. She whimpered impatiently. It had to work! It had to!
Just as she was about to reach back and lend a hand, Sport found his own way home.
His unyielding cock soared right up into her slick pussy depths, reaming the soft flesh.
Without hesitation, he established a frantic fucking rhythm. His loins surged forward
with tireless regularity, battering the shapely curve of her buttocks... knocking her
forward on each enthusiastic in stroke.
"Oh, God! God, it's good! Screw my pussy, lover!"
The dog didn't need to be told what to do. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he
concentrated on fucking her. His fore-paws clutched furiously at the swelling moons of
Mitzi's ass. To keep up with her as she was knocked forward by the force of his thrusts,
he shuffled forward a little on his hind legs. It was as though his penis was locked to
the brunette's cunt. He pursued that hot wet cavern of excitement with single-minded
energy.
The atmosphere in the room grew thick as animal and woman climbed higher toward
the peaks of wanton depravity. They made a lewd pair... she with her dress pushed up
over her hips... the dog with his muscles taut, his hard red cock battering tirelessly into
her receptive hole. They had created a world unto themselves. They weren't even aware
of the moment when they were no longer alone.

* * *

Sam Wayne was angry when he pulled up in front of his house. He had been all set for
his flight to Chicago, on the very verge of boarding the plane, when urgent telephone
call from the office had called him back. His boss wanted him to come back to review
some new ideas for the presentation he was to make in Chicago. All plans were to be
postponed one day.
After a long morning in conference at the office, Sam headed home for a few hours rest
before his midnight flight. He didn't bother to let Mitzi know about the change in
plans. He saw no reason to bother.
The minute he let himself in the kitchen door, he knew something was afoot. He could
hear moaning coming from the living room. His wife's voice indicated she was deeply
engrossed in lovemaking. It gave Sam a perverse sense of satisfaction to think he was
finally going to catch Mitzi at it. He didn't care that she had a lover. But maybe now
that it was out in the open, she would quit bugging him about his off-hours activities.
What he had been listening to did not prepare Sam for the lewd sight that greeted him
when he entered the living room.
His wife was kneeling on the floor, fucking the dog. The goddamned dog! The man's
first impulse was to bellow out his outrage. But he was too stunned to utter a sound. He
watched, horror-struck, as the dog lunged his big hard cock again and again up into his
wife's pussy. She moaned wantonly, thrusting her ass back against Sport's furry loins.
Sam didn't wonder that the pair hadn't heard him come in. They were both totally
occupied by the haze of sex that filled the room.
Though the sight of his beautiful, dark-haired wife fucking a dog offended Sam deeply,
it also excited him. Excited him in a way that was guts-level, raw and intense. He knew
Mitzi was an impulsive, uncontrollable woman. But he had never suspected she would
go this far for her sexual kicks.
This was outrageous! Unbelievable! Disgusting!
At last, sheer passion gave Sam voice to speak. "Jee-zuz Christ, woman! What kind of
pig are you!" He rushed over to the pair and forcibly dragged the dog off the kneeling
woman. The animal whimpered loudly, ran off with his tail between his legs. When
Mitzi tried to struggle to her feet, Sam knocked her down onto the rug. His blow made
her cheek sting with pain. Sam meant business. "Stay right where you are! I want to
look at you! I want to look at a woman who'd fuck a goddamned animal! Christ!"
Frozen with terror, Mitzi watched her husband pace back and forth across the floor.
She had never seen Sam so irate – Sam, who almost never even raised his voice. His
face was livid with rage.
Why? She didn't understand. Why did he care so much? It wasn't as though he was
actually sharing her pussy with a dog. Sam hadn't fucked her in weeks.
Countless objections came to mind, but she didn't dare speak. This anger of Sam's was
an unknown quantity. He was a very strong man. She didn't want any bruises. Her eyes
met his once, but she saw such loathing there, she couldn't hold his gaze. She had to
look down. What she spotted then made her jaw drop open in awe.
Sam had an erection. Seeing her with the dog had actually turned him on. So why was
he so angry? The thick bulge in his pants made her husband seem less formidable.
Mitzi thought now that she would be able to handle him. He was just pissed off because
she had excited him when he didn't want to be excited... not by her.
"Listen, Sam... if you don't like what you see here, you can leave. What the hell does it
matter to you anyway? You're not using it. May as well let old Sport have some fun."
Sam smacked the smug look right off her face. She rolled back down onto the rug. This
time, his blow had brought tears to her eyes.
"You stinking cunt! I always thought you were a crude slut, Mitzi, but this time you've
surprised even me! How does it feel to screw a dog, baby? Why don't you tell me all
about it? Does it feel good?" His angry face leered mere inches from her own.
Mitzi knew she should keep her mouth shut, but she wanted to lash out at him. She
wanted to hurt him the way he was trying to hurt her. "Yes!" she screamed. "It feels
terrific! Sport's ten times the male you ever were! When he gets a hard-on, he holds
onto it for a while!"
Sam had never been so angry. He felt he could kill her now – this loud-mouthed,
offensive woman who had made his life miserable for so long. It seemed incredible to
him now that he had stayed with her all this time. He hated himself for a gutless
coward as much as he hated her for a shameless whore. He had to shut her up! Before
she made him do something he would regret. He had no desire to go to prison for the
rest of his life.
Even in the midst of his fury, Sam still experienced an element of that lurid excitement
that had struck him the minute he saw Mitzi with the dog. He enjoyed insulting her...
paying her back for all her nagging and bitching and foul-mouthing. He wondered how
he could do it.
Through his mind's eye flashed the picture of her lush round ass waving in the air in
front of the dog. That was it! He'd screw her in the ass! A parting gesture that she
would never forget.
He kneeled next to her on the rug. It gave him a thrill to see her try to crawl away from
him to protect her face from possible further blows. He still hadn't answered her jibes,
and she was obviously more frightened of his silence than she would if he were yelling.
Roughly he rolled her onto her stomach, raised her onto hands and knees. He pushed
her dress high up over her hips, so her ass was naked and vulnerable before his gaze.
Anxiously, she looked round at him. "What... what are you–"
"Shut up, cunt! I don't want to hear your voice, you hear me?"
Obediently, Mitzi shut up. She regretted the insults she had hurled at Sam. It had been
stupid, badly timed to say the least. Sam had always been sensitive about his sexual
performance. She had no idea what revenge he planned, but she was too frightened
now to venture any impulsive remarks or gestures. Timidly, she looked around and saw
him pull the swollen shaft of his cock from his pants. The sight astonished her.
Did her husband actually plan to fuck her? There was no doubt that his cock was hard
and was this his idea of revenge? Mitzi almost laughed with relief, but she stifled the
impulse. Better not to let him know that she was totally unimpressed by his salacious
intentions. She had been taking Sport's hard cock up inside her cunt for years. After a
prick that hard and unyielding, her husband's cock didn't seem at all intimidating.
There was nothing he could do that...
"Aaaaaaiiieeeeee! God! No! Stop!" It hadn't even occurred to Mitzi that her husband
might try to fuck her in the ass. His stiff cock drove deep up into her unprepared
channel in one long plunging stroke. The effect was agonizing. Hot tears overflowed
Mitzi's eyes and ran down her cheeks. The brunette hadn't cried since she was a child.
But neither had she known such awful pain and humiliation as she was experiencing
right now, with her husband's cock shoved deep in her asshole. "Nooooo! Please... no!
Stop!"
Far from stopping, Sam pulled his cock a little way out of her clinging passage, then
thrust far inside once again. The titillation of her hot, close-fitting asshole was
unbelievable. Mitzi's virginal asshole was tighter than any cunt Sam had ever tried. 
"Jeezuz!" he grunted, oblivious of his wife's pain and terror. His attention was caught 
up in the pleasurable surges radiating from his embedded cock. They shot through his
kneeling body, making him weak with pleasure.
Slowly but surely, he established a regular, penetrating rhythm up into his wife's
protesting asshole. Her attempts to wriggle free of him only added to his pleasure. Her
already tight ass-walls clasped more vigorously than ever around his swollen cock-shaft.
"Uuuuuhhh... Christ!" He took firm hold of her naked hips and rocked his cock deep
into her again.
It was difficult for him to hold onto his rage. The excitement was so strong. Her tiny
passage was pleasing him so much. He was forgetting to be angry with her. He was
forgetting how she had insulted his manhood by fucking their dog right in his own
house... by preferring the dog's cock to his. For in Sam's eyes, it was Mitzi's fault that
their sex relationship had disintegrated. She made fun of him, criticized him... tried to
move things her way all the time. She made it impossible for him to get and retain an
erection. He never had that same problem with the younger, softer women he slept
with now.
Still, he had never met any woman more purely sensual than his wife. Perhaps it was
the memory of how it once was between them that had kept them together so long,
when apparently there was nothing left. He gazed down now at the perfect swelling
moons of her buttocks. More than anything, he wanted to see her wriggling her ass...
lunging back against his deep-buried prick. He wanted to see her turn on to getting it
in the ass.
Impulsively, he slapped her hard on one white swelling ass-cheek. "Come on, baby...
move that ass! If you like screwing a dog, you should love getting it in the ass!"
The heartless sadism in his words wounded Mitzi. But she was a strong woman. She
was used to suppressing her real feelings. The cruel ass-fuck her husband was subjecting
her to had become a dull ache now. She could handle it. She wasn't going to give him
any more satisfaction out of her suffering.
The perverse thought occurred to her that the best thing to do would be to pretend she
was enjoying it. That would take the teeth out of his revenge. It would show him once
and for all that she was a match for him. He wasn't going to get the better of her.
Fighting off the twinges of discomfort, she began to move her ass in eager little circles,
encouraging him to shove his prick into her forever stretched asshole. She had to clench
her teeth to make herself do it, but soon she was pushing back onto his every forward
stroke. She moaned long and low, anxious to convince him that she was loving every
minute of his perverted punishment.
"Ooooohhh, Sam... I've been wanting you to do this for so long, baby! Your big prick
feels so wonderful in my ass!"
Sam looked down at his squirming wife. He couldn't believe what was happening. She
was actually enjoying his sadistic revenge. She was begging for more of his ramrod
cock. Her asshole was loving it. Never would he understand what kind of demon it was
that drove his wife. But right now he stood in awe of it. Right now it excited the hell
out of him.
"Christ! Move it, woman! My cock's never been inside anything this tight!"
"Oh, yeah! Yeah! You're good, Sam! Your prick's wonderful in my ass!" The more
involved she became in her charade, the less pretending Mitzi had to do. When she
began to cooperate with her husband's rhythm, her ass muscles relaxed. The pain let
up. She began to experience the perverse, satisfying pleasure of anal fucking.
Soon there was no acting involved in the lusty way her buttocks ground back against
Sam's loins. After the fear and loathing she had experienced just a short while ago, her
passion seemed intensified too. She had a raw primitive need to fuck and be fucked
until she couldn't see or think or do anything more. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried.
While the excitement throbbed non-stop through his balls, Sam rammed his cock
mercilessly in and out of Mitzi's upturned asshole. His arousal was too intense now for
him to think of anything else. All his hostility toward his wife had vanished for the
moment. Her asshole was bringing him a new, intense brand of pleasure.
"You're an incredible cunt! You like it all, don't you?" There was both disgust and
admiration in Sam's observation. He could appreciate the amazing capacity for sexuality
his wife possessed. Yet at the same time he shuddered at her obsession with something
that should be only a part of life. For Mitzi, it was everything. It was the very essence of
her existence. It brought her as much pain, it seemed, as it did pleasure. Now she was
learning how to enjoy the pain too.
"Yes! I love it! I love it all! I'll take everything you can give me, baby!" Mitzi was on the
verge of hysteria. She enjoyed being used and abused by her own husband. At this
moment, she realized that it took something as radical as being screwed in the ass to
make her feel really filled. There had always been something missing. The pain, the
humiliation, satisfied the needs of her deep-rooted soul sickness.
"Yeah! And you're getting it too! I've never enjoyed screwing you so much, Mitzi! It felt
good to hurt you! It feels good that you like being hurt!"
"You bastard! You mother fucker!"
They began to hurl insults at one another. The hard words only added fuel to the fires
of their arousal. He called her "cunt" and "bitch" as his hard prick stretched her asshole
wide. She marveled at how long he was fucking her, now that he really had her where
he wanted her. Hating, loving, hissing, moaning, they approached their climaxes.
"Christ, I'm coming... you fucker! Your cock in my ass is making me come!"
"Shit! Look out, bitch! I'm going to do it in you! I'm going to fill your little asshole full
of cum! Auiiiii!"
As soon as they were both done, they instinctively drew away from one another. They
lay several feet apart on the floor, recovering their energy. Sam got up first. He tidied
himself up and left the house. Not once did he look back at the woman who had been
his wife for eleven years.
Now that the sex was over, Mitzi felt the rage building up inside, overwhelming her.
She knew it was all over between them. It infuriated her that the damn bastard was
leaving her just when she was discovering something about him she appreciated. He
had treated her like dirt for a long time. Only now did she realize how much she really
liked it.
As she watched him leave, she knew this would be their last farewell.


Chapter 7

All further communications between Mitzi and her husband were conducted through
their lawyers. Sam continued to use the house and even slept there occasionally. But he
and his wife exchanged not a word.
"I've got to get out of there," Mitzi complained one morning when she dropped in on
Dottie for coffee. "I can't stand the sight of him anymore. I want my own place. I've
been looking at some apartments downtown. I found a perfect one... overlooks the
park, lots of room, two bedrooms..."
"What do you need two bedrooms for?"
"I was hoping you might decide to move in with me."
"You're crazy. I couldn't do that. I already told you. How would I support myself? I
don't have any profession to fall back on."
"Who does, darling? But there's one thing we could both fall back on." The brunette
winked mischievously and tossed her long thick hair back over her shoulders.
Dottie was suspicious. "Like what?"
"Like our backs, darling. We're both very sexy women. There's a lot of guys around
who'll pay through the nose for a good lay."
Dottie's jaw dropped in astonishment. "Are you suggesting we should become
prostitutes? Mitzi! You really have gone over the deep end!"
"Not at all, my sweet. Do you realize how much a high class whore can rake in in a
week? We wouldn't be walking the streets, you know. We'd stay right at home, by the
telephone, and let them come to us. I have friends who could make the right
connections for us."
"Hold on. Let me digest this for a minute." Dottie was overwhelmed by her friend's
brazen plan. Yet, as much as it shocked her, there was something exciting about it.
Something called freedom. Things between Jim and her had been more civilized lately.
But the old spark was definitely gone. They fucked less and less frequently. Still, Dottie
felt the attachment of habit. "I couldn't just run out on him. He needs someone."
"Sure. Everyone needs someone, darling. But what makes you think you're
irreplaceable? Look around you. The town is crawling with eligible women."
"Jim would be shocked at the idea. He–"
"Shocked, my ass! When's the last time he screwed you?"
"Well..."
"When?"
"I think it was about two weeks ago... maybe three..." Dottie's face wore a pained
expression.
"And you think that's all he's getting? Don't kid yourself, Dottie! The guy's only
twenty-four years old. He's not dried up inside. He must be fucking around."
Shocking as the idea was to the young blonde, she wondered why it had never occurred
to her before. Jim used to have such a strong sex drive. Was it really possible that he
was settling for sex once or twice a month? All along, she had assumed he was suffering
the same hell she was, before she discovered the pleasures Sport and Mitzi offered her.
Now she realized how likely it was that he, too, had his little diversions. Even so, she
still rebelled against the idea. "Mitzi, I can't believe that. Jim just wouldn't..."
"Would you like me to prove it to you? Would you like to know for sure what a
pushover his is? Listen, honey, I've known a lot of guys in my time. I know when a
male is ready to be plucked."
"Well, I..."
"Okay, it's settled. All you have to do is sit and watch. I'll show you exactly what kind
of guy you're married to. Then maybe you'll believe me when I tell you a woman has to
look out for herself first in this world."
Jim Mansfield was not particularly bothered to find his wife absent when he arrived
home from work. Dottie went out a lot these days, usually with Mitzi Wayne. He felt a
surge in his balls when he thought about the bold, sensual brunette. He wouldn't mind
getting to know her a little better himself.
He had only just removed his jacket and tie when he heard a knock at the front door.
Speak of the devil! It was Mitzi, herself. As usual, she was wearing a top that would
have been banned in Boston. Her lush, melon-ripe tits practically exploded out of their
tight flimsy cover. "Hi, Mitzi!" He tried to keep his voice casual. It wasn't easy. He
couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts. "You looking for Dottie? She's not here."
Mitzi could scarcely suppress a giggle. Jim ogling her tits reminded her of a young boy
with his nose pressed against the bakery window. Both wore that look of hungry
desperation. "I know she's not here. That's what I came to tell you." She wriggled her
way into the living room, accentuating the normal undulations of her ass-cheeks inside
her tight skirt.
"Do you want to come in?" Jim closed the door behind her and watched her move.
What an ass!
"Yeah, thanks. Have you got a drink?"
"Sure, sure." The nearness of the older woman cast a spell over him. "What would you
like? Scotch, vodka, whiskey?"
"Whiskey would be swell. Thanks."
Jim wasn't used to drinking his liquor straight, but he wasn't about to be outdone by a
woman. He downed his drink and poured himself another. She was right behind him.
"Me, too. It's been a lousy day."
"Hey, I'm sorry to hear that. Want to talk about it?"
"No... I'd rather talk about you, handsome." She stood close beside him. Her firm tits
just grazed his shirt. His anxious peeks downward amused her. She threw her hair back
over her shoulders and stretched her neck lazily. He wouldn't be able to resist that
view, she knew. She pretended to be surprised that one pink nipple had poked into
view, but she took her time adjusting her blouse.
"What do you want to know?" His mind obviously wasn't on his question.
"Oh... how's your sex life?" She grinned mischievously up at him. Her eyes twinkled,
teasing him, daring him.
"It's been better."
"Mine too. Oh... by the way... I almost forgot. Dottie asked me to tell you she won't be
home for supper. An old school friend of hers came into town unexpectedly. They
wanted to get out and chew the fat about old times."
"Must be Jane Sweeney." He wondered how Mitzi's flimsy little blouse managed to hold
in those swelling mounds of tit-flesh. Her ripe cleavage seemed to defy gravity. He
ached to bury his face in her lush tits.
"Must be." Casually, she brushed her thigh against his. His response was immediate.
He pulled back like he'd been burned. "Nerves on edge?"
He grinned self-consciously. "No... no... I'm okay." The big man wasn't sure what was
going on. He was pretty sure his wife's friend was trying to seduce him. But he had to
be absolutely sure. He didn't want to do anything rash, that would get right back to
Dottie. He needed proof positive that Mitzi wanted the same thing he did.
"Another drink?"
"Mm-hmm."
He turned his back to her to reach for the bottle. Impulsively, she wrapped an arm
around his loins and reached for his cock. It was already rock-hard and swollen. It
made an awesome handful. "Wow..." she breathed into his ear. "That sure feels nice."
Jim didn't need any more proof than that. Leaving the bottle where it was, he set down
his glass, and took hers away from her. He pulled her into his arms and began to kiss
her hungrily. His tongue drove boldly up into her mouth. To his delight, her tongue
sought his out, circled it with lewd little darting motions.
"Mmmmmmm..."
The feel of her tits yielding against his chest, of her pussy grinding against his thigh
made Jim reel with sexual desire. He had lusted after this woman since the first
moment he met her. He had never thought he'd be able to do anything about it. After
all, they were neighbors. That kind of thing could get sticky if anyone found out about
it. Like an irate husband, for instance. Sam Wayne did not look like someone Jim
would like to tangle with.
But Mitzi Wayne was definitely worth tangling with. Her eager hands wandered all over
his body. They kept coming back to his stiff prick, fondling it, squeezing it through his
pants. Shy, she was not... but sexy... definitely.
Overwhelmed with pure burgeoning lust, Jim picked the woman up into his arms and
carried her over to the couch. He lay her down on her back, then kneeled on the rug
next to her. Feverishly his fingers tangled with her blouse, pulling it, almost tearing it.
At last he had wrenched it free of her body. Her twin swelling tits pointed up at him,
beckoning him. He planted his mouth on one nipple and began to suck.
Simultaneously, his hand crept down to her thigh, up under her skirt toward her pussy.
"Ooooohhh! Your hand feels good on my pussy, lover!" Mitzi had closed her eyes and
was rocking her head from side to side. She relished the furtive groping of his fingers
probing the hot slit of her cunt. Suddenly his finger stabbed deep up inside her wet
hole. "Aaaaaaaggghhhh! That's the way, baby! Finger-fuck my pussy, Jimmy!"
The big man lost no time pumping his finger up into her cunt. She was so anxious, so
ready for him, that his finger emerged sopping wet from her clutching inner depths.
One finger obviously wasn't enough for her. He tried two, and then three. Her pussy
accommodated them all. She grunted in wanton appreciation. There was no doubt that
the brunette was ready for anything he could give her.
He sucked her nipples, first one, then the other, bringing the rubbery buds to perky
erection. He extended his tongue and ran it round and round her pink aureoles. She
moaned receptively. Her cunt ground harder up against his fingers. He was getting to
her.
It thrilled Mitzi to think that Dottie was hidden safely away in the closet, watching
every move the two of them were making. She wondered how the young blonde must
feel now. Was she hurt or excited? Did it turn Dottie on to watch her woman lover
making out with her husband? She moaned and writhed abandonedly on the couch,
determined to give Dottie a good show. It wasn't that she wanted to hurt her. But she
did want the sexy blonde to become her roommate. Between the two of them, they
could lure the top clientele in the city. Mitzi had the talent, but Dottie had the youth
and the innocence that appealed to so many men.
"Oh, lover! You do that so nice! Eat my pussy, baby! Please... do it for me! I'm so hot!"
Her lewd request shocked the younger man. Not that he wasn't turned on by the idea.
But he had never had a woman beg him to do it before. Mitzi Wayne was the most
uninhibited bitch he had ever come across in his life. The touch, the taste, the very
smell of her made his cock throb in his pants. He felt his prick had never been as hot as
it was at this moment.
Grabbing her firmly by the ass-cheeks, slinging a leg over each shoulder, he pulled her
around on the couch so her cunt was splayed right in front of him. Her legs dangled
obscenely over his shoulders. Her head was wedged back against the cushions. She
seemed not the least bothered by her uncomfortable position. She was mewling and
squirming, egging him on.
"Jee-zuz, Mitzi! You're really hot for it, aren't you!"
"Ohhhh, baby! Yesss! God, yes! Do it for meeee!" She worked her ankles around his
back and urged him forward with her heels. They rapped his shoulder insistently. "Eat
me! Eat my cunt, Jimmy!" Again Mitzi thought of Dottie, in her hiding place in the
closet.
The blonde was stunned by how quickly Mitzi had managed to seduce her husband.
Dottie was crouched on the closet floor, peeking through a crack in the door. From her
vantage point, all she could see was Jim's fully clothed back, and Mitzi's feet pounding
against him. But what was happening was more than clear, even if Mitzi's lewd
language hadn't been giving her a running commentary.
Dottie watched her husband's head bend forward, down toward Mitzi's wide open cunt.
"Aaaiiieeee! Oh, yeah, baby! Christ, Jimmy... you sure know how to eat pussy!" Mitzi
recalled how Dottie had said she could never get Jim to do this thing for her. Now here
he was eating her pussy the first time she asked. Dottie must be seething! The lease on
the new apartment was almost as good as signed.
"It's good-tasting cunt, baby! Shit, I love eating you!" Driven on by the woman's
excitement, Jim sucked hungrily on her hard clit. Then he stabbed the yielding hole to
her cunt with his tongue-tip, wriggled it around just a little ways inside. He thought she
would go out of her head with arousal. She ground her hairy mound against his face,
encouraging him, pleading for more. Jim had a taste for his lewd undertaking now. He
didn't need to be asked twice.
He ran his tongue down one side of her pussy and up the other, exciting her
everywhere. He even goaded the tiny hole of her sphincter. She welcomed everything
he did to her. He had never seen a woman as excited or as excitable as Mitzi. She was
something else!
"Mmmmm... you're so wet, woman! Shit, I'm going to have to fuck you soon, you
know that?" He could feel his cock pulsing in his pants, so hard it almost hurt.
As Dottie watched from her hiding place in the closet, she was torn by conflicting
emotions. It hurt her, just as Mitzi had known it would, to see her husband eating
another woman's pussy. It had been so long since he had done anything like that to
her. She had thought he just didn't like to do it. But it was obvious he was loving every
inch of Mitzi's wide-spread cunt. He had no objections to eating her!
During the moments when she was able to detach herself from the lascivious scene,
Dottie found the events intensely exciting. Mitzi, half dressed, lying back on the couch
with her legs splayed wantonly in the air, was a picture of erotica. Jim, laboring over
her, portrayed pure lust.
When she wasn't feeling little stabbing surges in her pussy, Dottie was feeling pain.
What saved her from submitting totally to the pain was the thought that Mitzi, as well
as Jim, was her lover. Mitzi ate her pussy whenever she wanted. She enjoyed seeing
Mitzi being turned on by a man. It only hurt that that man had to be her own faithless
husband.
As his lust mounted, Jim pressed his mouth against Mitzi's pussy more and more
wantonly. He sucked, stabbed, licked her with unpredictable tantalizing ardor. He
grabbed her by her thighs, lifted her ass-cheeks right off the couch. His tongue prodded
her slick cunt-hole with urgent determination. No woman had ever gotten him as hot
as Mitzi was doing right at this moment. He felt totally uninhibited. He let his swollen
cock dictate his actions.
"Mitzi! Mitzi, you're good pussy, baby!" He looked delirious to the older woman as he
gazed down at her. The sweat stood out on his brow. His eyes were almost unseeing in
his lust. "I want to fuck you, Mitzi! I've gotta do it!"
The thought sent darting tingles up and down her spine. Jim was going to screw her
now... do it right in front of Dottie! "Oh, yes, darling! Do it! Screw meeeee!"
Urgently, fumbling with his fly, he pulled out his stiff, aching cock. Mitzi cooperated by
holding her thighs up in the air, keeping her cunt wide open to him. Cock in hand, he
surveyed the wet matted slit of her pussy, the tiny puckered eye of her asshole. "Shit,
you're a lewd little bitch!" He guided his penis toward the soft hole of her pussy and
shoved. His prick glided smoothly up inside, rippling the firm tissues as it drove
onward.
"Oooooohhhhh... Jimmm-y-y-y!" Mitzi was totally captivated by the lurid abandon of
her coupling with her best friend's husband. It didn't really matter to her that Dottie
was watching them, that she was trying to prove a point to the younger woman. All
that mattered at the moment was the stiff swollen prick driving deep into her cunt. It
was good cock, and it had been a long time since Mitzi had enjoyed a good fuck.
As soon as he was deep inside, Jim pulled back and prepared to thrust his hard prick
deep into her cunt once again. It excited him to watch her trembling beneath him,
begging for it, needing it. He impaled her deep and hard... again and again and again.
Each time, her eyes grew more glazed with lust, her mouth opened wider, in sheer
amazement, it seemed, at the intensity of the feelings.
"Oooooohhh, you screw me good, lover! Your cock feels so good in my pussy!" She
ground her ass wantonly down toward his loins, riding him, forcing him into her.
As she watched, it occurred to Dottie that Mitzi was doing more than proving a point.
She was screwing her husband, and she was enjoying it. As well as Dottie knew her
friend by now, she realized Mitzi could not resist forever the relentless lure of good
hard-driving sex. Jim was performing well... better than Dottie could remember his ever
doing before. But then, it had been a long time since their sex life really satisfied her.
She felt a twinge of resentment toward Mitzi. It was almost as though the brunette were
enjoying herself at Dottie's expense. But Mitzi had been right. There was no denying
that. Dottie had no excuse now not to move in with her girl friend... not, that is, if she
were to consider Mitzi's scheme a valid way of supporting herself. Now that she was
sure that Jim didn't love her or need her, why shouldn't she get all the kicks she could
out of life? Maybe it would be fun to be a whore? After all, it was supposed to be every
girl's fantasy.
Her mind made up that she was going to leave her husband, Dottie found herself more
able to indulge in the sexy urges inspired by her voyeurism. Her cunt was throbbing
hotly in response to the frantic coupling in the living room. Jim's loins drove forward
again and again in furious haste. Mitzi's heels beat his back. She moaned long and low,
crying out her mounting ecstasy.
Dottie began to let herself tune in on the heady vibrations that filled the room. Her
own pussy was hot and needing. She needed some satisfaction of her own. Feeling only
a slight wave of guilt at her own shameless hunger, Dottie slipped a hand up under her
skirt and invaded her panty crotch band. She drove a finger up into her clinging pussy
hole, suppressing a moan as her whole body shuddered with excitement. She began to
finger fuck herself to the same rhythm that Jim had established into Mitzi's cunt.
Depraved as it might be to watch her husband fucking another woman, Dottie was
doing it... and she was enjoying it.
What did it matter whom Jim was fucking? She didn't care about him anymore! He was
just a cock that was pleasing her beloved Mitzi!
"Fuck me! Fuck me, lover! Oh, God, that's good!" Mitzi could feel urgent darts of
pleasure soaring throughout her body. With a strength she didn't even know she
possessed, she wrapped her legs around the big man and pulled him into her. She
relished the filling feel of his hard swollen prick massaging her cunt-walls to a fine
point of ecstasy. She was almost sorry Jim would be out of her life, and Dottie's, in such
a short while.
Though she realized there were plenty more cocks around, at the moment this one felt
quite irreplaceable. It was doing to her everything that she had been needing for so
long. No pain, no humiliation... Jim was dishing her out a generous portion of plain old
unmitigated pleasure. "Yeah, oh, yeah, baby... shit, it's so good... I'm commmm-ing-g!"
Dottie was so stimulated by her girl friend's surrender to orgasm that her own fingers
swept her right over the top at the same moment. She was only vaguely aware that her
husband was coming too, shooting his jizz deep into the brunette's spasming cunt.
"Christ, I haven't come like that since I don't know when," Jim complimented Mitzi
when he finally caught his breath.
"I'm glad you like it, lover. Say, why don't you take me out somewhere for a
hamburger? You got all my appetites worked up now!"
That part of the scheme was to let Dottie get out of the closet and prepare her story
before Mitzi brought her husband back. Dottie was glad of the time alone. She needed
it to recover from her resounding climax. And to steel herself for the scene with her
husband. Mitzi had cleverly left her lipstick on the floor. Evidence!


Chapter 8

When Jim got home, Dottie confronted him at once with the evidence of the lipstick.
He tried to argue that it must be hers, but his expression was confused and guiltylooking. 
He was still too shaken by the wanton scene with Mitzi to put up a good front.
He knew he was lost.
It pleased Dottie to see the look of astonishment on her husband's face when she told
him she was leaving. For once, she felt she had the upper hand. She enjoyed the feeling.
"You... mean you're... going to leave me just because you found a tube of lipstick on the
floor?"
In the midst of pretending rage, Dottie discovered that she really was angry. If he had
been making love to her all along the way he had to Mitzi that afternoon, none of this
would ever have happened. She would not have fallen easy prey to Mitzi's seduction.
She would never have considered leaving him.
"No, Jim. That's just the last straw in a long sordid list of things you've done to me.
What kind of marriage have we had in the last months? We almost never even touch
each other, let alone make love! I'm not surprised you've got a girl friend with red
lipstick! A person could get horny living in this fucking house!" She was furious. Tears
poured down her cheeks. It was not going to be as easy a break as she had thought.
Jim was astounded. He had never heard his innocent young wife talk that way before.
She had never used lewd language. Either she was very upset, or some changes had
happened in Dottie in the last few months that he hadn't even noticed. "I figured
sooner or later we'd work out our problems, Dottie. I didn't think it would go on
forever like this."
"How long was I supposed to wait, Jim? How long till it got better? I'm twenty-one
years old! I can't just sit here and vegetate forever! I want to be around people who
appreciate me!"
He tried to take her hand, to pull her into his arms. "Dottie..."
"Don't touch me! It's too late, Jim! Don't try to change my mind!"
He realized he could do nothing right now to convince her of the craziness of her
scheme. But he wasn't finished with her. He wasn't going to let her go this easily. Sure,
things hadn't been too good between them lately. But she was his wife! He wasn't ready
to give her up.
Jim had an ace up his sleeve. He knew Dottie had no skills, no real education. When
she found out how hard it was to make a living out there in the real world, she'd be
more than happy to come back and look after him. Until then, he'd just have to be
patient. "Okay, Dottie. I guess you're going to be stubborn. But I hope you don't come
crying to me when you can't pay the rent and you're starving to death."
A wicked little gleam came into her eyes. Wouldn't he be surprised if he knew what she
and Mitzi planned to do! she thought. "Don't worry about me, Jim. Mitzi has
connections. I'll make my way all right."

* * *

Dottie was overwhelmed by the new apartment when Mitzi drove her and her clothing
over the next morning. It was luxurious, far fancier than her home with Jim had been.
"How much is this costing us, Mitzi?"
"Five hundred a month. But don't worry. I have enough money saved up to take us
through the first couple of months. After that, five hundred dollars between us should
seem like peanuts. We're going to live high off the hog, baby! We're not going to go
wanting for anything, just because we don't have a man taking care of us." She took the
other woman in her arms and kissed her hard. "Don't worry about a thing, my
beautiful darling. Mitzi will take care of everything."
Dottie was used to being taken care of, first by her family, then by Jim. It came
naturally to her to let Mitzi organize all the details of their life. By the first weekend in
their new home, they had a customer lined up. Dottie immediately became
apprehensive. Even as they waited for the man to arrive, she continued to entertain the
notion of running back to Jim, quick before she was lost forever to a life of sin and
depravity.
"Don't be ridiculous, Dottie. Just think for a minute about what you'd be running back
to... a man who never makes love to you, boredom, every day the same."
"I know... but it's safe."
"Which would you rather be, safe or dead? To me, there's not much difference. Oh,
Dottie, I want things to happen in my life. Now that I've finally broken free of Sam, I
realize how much I've been wanting to be just where I am now, and for how long.
Don't you understand, Dottie? We're free! Free!" She rose from her chair and pulled the
blonde to her feet. She began to dance wildly, in circles, taking Dottie with her. The
younger woman had no choice but to get into the spirit of Mitzi's frivolity.
Being free meant something to Dottie, too. Mitzi had struck a responsive chord. "Mitzi!
I'm happy! Really I am! I just wish I could be as brave as you are!"
They stopped their whirling and stood arm in arm in the middle of the room. "That's
easy, Dottie. All you have to remember is that nothing really matters. Nothing! Then
there's nothing to be afraid of!"
"Oh, Mitzi! I can't believe that! It's too scary! I matter! You matter!"
The ringing of the doorbell took both their minds off the conversation. Mitzi went to
the door and admitted a short stocky, balding man in his early fifties. Dottie found
herself staring rudely at their customer. Somehow she had expected all the men to be
tall and young and handsome. This man was short and old and kind of ugly. Then she
remembered Mitzi saying that "John" had a whole string of oil tankers and several
other impressive assets to his name. He had worked hard to be as rich as he was.
Dottie felt sure John must have seen the revulsion in her eyes when he first came in.
But still he took her hand and kissed it. He smiled up at her, obvious admiration in his
eyes. "You're very beautiful, my dear." She was a bit taken aback when he reached out
and squeezed her tit. Then she remembered that was part of the job now. She forced
herself to smile.
Mitzi went into the spare bedroom and came back with Sport. "John would like to see
us play with Sport, darling. Come on. Let's take off our clothes."
While the man sat on the couch, watching them intently, Mitzi and Dottie undressed
one another. The process didn't take long until they wore only garters and stockings.
Dottie felt a lewd little thrill as she paraded in front of the man, teetering in her high
heels, her pussy obscenely framed by the black garter belt.
"Mitzi!" he said in a voice that was obviously used to giving commands. "I want to see
you fuck the dog. Dottie can help you warm up, but I want to save her for myself."
For just a moment, Mitzi felt a pang of jealousy. Obviously their client was more
interested in Dottie than in her. That was fine with Mitzi's business sense. Dottie was
going to be every bit the draw she had hoped. But personally, Mitzi begrudged the extra
attention Dottie received. She knew the blonde still looked soft and innocent. Mitzi
herself, though still beautiful, had a kind of toughness about her that made men treat
her more like an equal than a fragile, awe-inspiring woman.
Her jealousy vanished quickly as Mitzi got down on the rug on hands and knees. Dottie
crawled awkwardly in between her thighs and began to wiggle her tongue along the
brunette's exposed slit. Mitzi's asshole was most easily accessible. Dottie began to
tongue it lewdly, challenging the sphincter with a wet rubbery prod.
As she worked at her obscene task, Dottie quickly lost her awkwardness, her self
consciousness. Rather than being a hindrance, the presence of a voyeur slowly became a
source of excitement. She was being depraved, and the man watching her was going to
turn on to her depravity. The more lewdly she behaved, the harder his cock would get.
The thought sent a ripple of lust along her spine.
It was fun to be an exhibitionist. Dottie began to lick slavishly at Mitzi's asshole,
moaning all the while, reveling in her new discovery of the perverse thrill of being a
whore. From time to time, she stole a glance at the man on the couch. His eyes,
watching them intently, shone with a feverish haze of lust. His mouth wore a funny
little smile. Dottie shivered at the sight of him. There was something almost frightening
about his arousal. It was so incredibly intense.
"Oh, God, darling! That feels good! Mmmmm... your mouth on my asshole... I love it,
Dottie!" It had long been a fantasy of Mitzi's to be totally depraved while someone else
looked on. She had loved fucking Dottie's husband while Dottie watched. It was even
more thrilling to perform in front of a total stranger, a man who was here only for the
sexual arousal they could give him.
The brunette ground her ass wantonly back in Dottie's face. She tilted her buttocks
upward, so the blonde could reach her pussy-slit too. A loud moan of encouragement
told Dottie that she had hit the mark. The blonde's tongue wriggled lewdly inside
Mitzi's tiny cunt-hole. "Uuuuuhhh, jee-zuz, Dottie!"
The younger woman could feel the hot juices of her own arousal trickling down her
thighs. The depravity of the situation, her girl friend's responsiveness, the excitement of
the man – all combined to make her feel more raunchy, more turned on than she had
ever been.
"Christ, you girls are really something! You like licking her asshole, Dottie?" John's
voice was thick with lust.
Wallowing in her own lewd wantonness, Dottie looked seductively up at the man. "It
turns me on! Everything about Mitzi turns me on! I love doing it to her! Aaaiieeee!"
Sport had finally joined the group, prodding his nose in between Dottie's firm shapely
buttocks. The titillation on her vulnerable asshole drove the blonde back to her task
between Mitzi's thighs. They made a bizarre daisy chain – the two near naked women
and the big dog, all completely absorbed in their lascivious threesome.
Slowly, the fires burning in Mitzi's belly began to overwhelm her. Good as Dottie's
mouth on her pussy and her ass felt, she needed more. She needed good hard cock. She
looked round at the big dog whose head was still bowed slavishly between Dottie's
buttocks. His hard red cock hung heavy from its sheath. The very sight of it made Mitzi
tremble. "Make Sport fuck me!" she told her woman lover. "I can't take it anymore,
Dottie darling! I've got to feel him inside me!"
The man sat on the very edge of his seat, watching the action as Dottie struggled away
from the dog's caresses and helped him mount the older woman. He felt a perverted
thrill inside as the blonde's hand gripped the dog's tapered cock-shaft and guided it in
between Mitzi's thighs, up toward the wet waiting hole of her pussy. He felt his own
cock lurch as the animal's hefty penis drove deep up into the brunette's hungry cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh... God, it's good in me! Sport feels so good in me! Fuck me, boy! Fuck
me!" Performing as much for herself as for the benefit of her audience, she swore lewd
encouragements at the animal as his cock surged into her clasping pussy time after
time. She reveled in the feel of his hairy loins driving against her buttocks. His cock was
like steel up inside her. It penetrated all the way to her cervix, making her weak with
sheer brute passion. "God, I love his cock! I love it!" She gritted her teeth and ground
herself back against him for all she was worth.
Dottie kneeled next to the lewdly coupled pair. She waved her ass high in the air,
unconsciously signaling to the man on the couch. She, too, was ready to be filled. It no
longer mattered to her that John was old and ugly. She wanted cock, and he had it. The
perversity of the situation had worked her mind up to such a fever-pitch of abandon
that she no longer had to deal with her conscience or her timidity. She was like an
animal, as much an animal as Sport, who was satisfying his primitive urges in Mitzi's
responsive cunt.
Her blonde hair fell carelessly over her eyes as Dottie looked seductively back over her
shoulder at the man. Her eyes met his boldly. She was no longer afraid of the lust she
saw there. She wanted it. "Fuck me!" she pleaded with him. Her lower lip pouted sexily,
telling him of her need. "I'm so hot!"
"Gladly, my lovely!" The garter-ribboned swells of her ass were too much for John to
resist. He stumbled to his feet and hurriedly removed his clothing. He loved the way
the sexy blonde knew how to beg for it. She had given him an erection that was hard as
iron, the hardest he had had in a long time. Her need, so clearly written on her face,
made his whole body ache to fuck her. To feel her hot rubbery flesh closing around his
throbbing dick. "Look out, beautiful... here I come!"
He crawled up behind her and pulled her ass-cheeks toward him. Without any
preliminaries, he stuffed her wet hole full of his throbbing cock, driving it all the way
home. "Jee-zuz, it's tight in there! Hot! Wet! It's good pussy, Dottie!" As brutally as the
animal had done, he began to establish a fast, hard, deep rhythm up into her greedily
clasping hole. In fact, he found himself matching his pace to the dog's. They were
partners in this obscene orgy. They had two howling, sex-craved females pinned on the
end of their cocks. "Yeah... that's the way! Move your ass, Dottie!"
Dottie didn't need to be told what to do to make it good for both of them. Acting
purely on raw instinct, she slammed her ass furiously back against his belly. She
wiggled her buttocks around and around with his cock deep inside her. Her inner
muscles automatically spasmed and clasped onto his penis with rhythmic intensity.
"Goddamn! What a pussy!" John had never experienced anything like it. He had no
doubt that the evening was going to be worth every penny. These two women were the
sexiest creatures he had ever come across. They were obviously in the profession out of
sheer love of fucking. Both of them had the morality and instincts of rabbits. He
watched the brunette lunging back against the dog's loins, swearing obscenities at her
animal lover. He could see her whole body quaking with the intensity of her effort. Her
face wore a crazy little grin, a grin of preoccupied lust, of wanton self-abasement.
None of the orgiasts was conscious of the passage of time. They worked without
fatigue, without anxiety. Each was certain of that tantalizing reward that lurked
somewhere in the background. The room came to smell of sex, of sweat.
At last Mitzi was driven over the brink by the urgent slam of the dog's cock, deep into
her womb. "God, he's coming in meee! He's making me come, lovers!"
Dottie's tongue hung from her mouth as she struggled for her own release. "Oh Mitzi!
Mitzi! Me too!"
Watching the wanton women letting go gave the needed twinge to John's balls. "You
girls are incredible! Incredible! shit! I'm coming! Uhh!"
Dottie got her last reward when John paid his dues. It had been a remarkably easy,
pleasurable way to earn so much money.


Chapter 9

It surprised even Dottie how easily she was able to adapt to her new life. Mitzi was
bursting with pride for her young protégé. She was delighted with Dottie's enthusiasm
for her work and with the number of customers she was attracting. The jealousy Mitzi
had experienced for a short while disappeared. There were enough men who preferred
her greater experience and her darker, fuller good looks to keep the older woman
feeling appreciated.
The only problem that Mitzi was having with the blonde was that Dottie was, if
anything, too enthusiastic about sex. She wanted to fuck all the time. Mitzi had never
thought she would see the day when she would find a woman with more compulsive
energy than she had. But that day had come.
"What's with you, kiddo?" Mitzi demanded in one of several attempts to lure the
twenty-one-year-old into a heart-to-heart talk. "You don't have to grab at everything
that comes along, you know? There's plenty of talent around. You can be selective. And
don't forget we're in the business. Don't go giving all of it away."
"Don't worry, Mitzi. There's plenty to go around. I've got enough energy to service the
whole U.S. Army!"
"Huh! Delusions of grandeur!" Mitzi looked at the younger woman critically. They had
been working together only three months, yet already Dottie seemed to be losing her
mystique of innocence. She was getting a little too wise for her years. "By the way, your
ex-husband called again this morning. I told him you were out getting the morning
paper. No reason why he has to know you were out all night."
"Since when are you so considerate of men's feelings?" Dottie stood, hands on hips,
challenging the older woman. She was teasing Mitzi, at least partly. "I hope you told
him to get lost."
"You know, Dottie... the poor guy sounded really miserable. I think he really misses
you."
"So let him miss me! It'll pay him back for all the nights and mornings I missed his stiff
prick. I've got no sympathy for the stingy bastard!" Dottie had seen her husband two or
three times since their split-up. It had surprised her at first how humble he had
become... how much he seemed to want her back. His pleading attitude had hardened
her against him. She felt only contempt for his whining, and for his clear inability to
fend for himself as well as she was doing. "To think! I used to think he was the strong
one in the relationship!" Dottie enjoyed her newfound sense of power.
Mitzi looked at the blonde appraisingly. "You've changed, Dottie."
"So what? I'm getting more like you. Is that something for you to complain about?"
"No... it's just that it took me a few years longer to get this way."
"So I'm precocious. I'll see you later, Mitzi. I'm going out to do some shopping."
"You got a trick coming tonight?"
"Yeah! Don't worry. I'll be back on time."
Mitzi's comments made Dottie uneasy. She had begun to notice the changes in herself,
and, deep down, they frightened her. It was as if she was losing hold of that person she
had once been. Sometimes Dottie remembered with fondness the times when she had
been a quiet, well-behaved housewife. Though she didn't for a minute think she could
ever go back to that bland existence.
The young blonde had no distinct plans for the afternoon. She drifted into a high-class
downtown bar that had become one of her favorite haunts. It was only a little after
eleven. The place was deserted except for a rough-hewn pleasant bartender with whom
Dottie had had several chats in the past.
"How you doing today, Max? Pretty slow, isn't it?"
"It'll pick up. Kind of early for you to be in here, isn't it, Dottie?"
"Oh, Max! I'm bored! I thought I might find some good conversation in here... I like
your bar." Dottie had long realized that Max found her attractive. She had never
thought much about it, but, now that they were alone, she began to toy with the idea of
seducing the older man. She liked the looks of him. He was strong-looking, rugged, like
an ex-lumberjack or something equally remote from their city-slicker environment. She
batted her eyes at him and leaned forward on the bar, to give Max a clearer view of her
tits.
Max eyed her cleavage. "Pretty girl like you should never be bored." He was still
polishing the same glass he had been holding since she came in. "There's plenty of guys
who would love to keep you from being bored."
"Are you one of them, Max?"
"You bet, sweetie." Her flirting was making the man uneasy. Dottie wondered if he had
a bulge in his pants. "What'll you have?"
"How about a shot of cum... neat?" Her face remained perfectly serious. She was
waiting for him to react.
Max looked furtively from side to side, then directly into Dottie's cleavage. "Jee-zuz
Christ, girl! Why do you want to tease an old man to death?"
With purpose, Dottie got off her bar stool and walked around to the little gate that led
behind the bar. "You're not an old man. And I'm not teasing... not, that is, if you think
that means all talk and no action."
She walked up to him and fell to her knees on the floor. Her hands groped to open his
fly.
"Hey, you can't..." But Max did nothing to stop her. Kneeling as she was, her head was
not visible over the bar. He looked toward both entrances. Still no one coming. He had
to risk it! This was too good to pass up!
Dottie pulled his cock out into the open air and grunted approvingly at its thick
swelling girth. His cock was sturdy and solid. "Mmmmm, nice cock..." She extended
her tongue and stabbed the tip into the little slit in the glands. Pleased with his
exclamations of surprise, she took his whole cock-head between her lips and began to
suck hungrily on the fleshy swelling.
"Oh, God!" Max was a strong man, but he had to cling to the bar for support. The
lusty tingles shooting from his cock made him feel giddy all over. He knew this was
happening, but he still felt it was too good to be true. This bombshell blonde – the one
he had been admiring for weeks now – was actually sucking on his cock. Nothing so
exhilarating had happened to Max in a long, long time. "Suck it, baby! Your mouth is
beautiful!"
Her only intention was to please and to enjoy her own wanton generosity. She had
never sucked a man's cock in a public place before. The thought that at any moment
someone might walk up to the bar made her cunt ache with excitement. Her throbbing
cunt made her suck all the more greedily on Max's prick. Both of them groaned softly
as the man's cock grew to rock-hard erection.
Delicious as the experience was, Max felt a compulsive need to get it over with as
quickly as possible. He took hold of her blonde hair and rocked her head firmly back
and forth along his excitement-teeming prick. Her mouth was like butter massaging his
prick to fine firm perfection. She was so hot and wet in there, it was almost like being
in her pussy. But her mouth nibbled and wriggled with a skill and abandon unmatched
by any cunt.
"Uuuuuhhh... yeah, baby... suck it! Suck it, Dottie!" He loved watching the way her lips
grasped his cock, fluting fish-like to stimulate him to spill his cum deep into her throat.
The very thought of doing such a thing to her gave him a quick pleasurable seizure in
his balls. He could hardly wait.
Kneeling slavishly in front of the older man, Dottie felt her cunt wet and seeping under
her skirt. Over the last few weeks she had become more and more adventurous in her
sexual exploits. This was one of the best yet. She enjoyed the unexpected delight she
was bringing to this man. She enjoyed the element of possible surprise. Each time she
heard any little noise she could not identify, her pussy throbbed. Would she be
discovered now?
Max's hands in her hair forced Dottie to move her head back and forth non-stop. As his
lust grew more and more urgent, his hands moved her faster over his swelling cockshaft. 
She stuck out her tongue and stabbed his prick here and there with unpredictable
jolts of pleasure. She puckered her lips, sucked on his cock-head, then suddenly took all
of him into her mouth as his hands forced her downward. His uncontrolled groans
were music to her ears.
"Mmmmmmm..."
It astounded the big man how much the woman actually seemed to enjoy her depraved
task. Her moans indicated she was loving every minute of sucking him, was loving the
taste, the texture of his hard cock. No woman had ever done it to him with quite this
enthusiasm and dedication to her own self-abasement. Dottie was obviously a natural
born sensualist. He had sensed something about her... a wildness, that had attracted
him from the start. But he could not have guessed at this titillating outcome to their
relationship. Bartending would never be the same for Max after Dottie was done with
him.
He felt her tongue slide down along the underside of his cock-shaft. Then, without
warning, she had taken one of his balls into her mouth and was sucking it greedily.
Once again, Max had to cling to the bar for support. The pleasure-agony was
unbearable. When she had sucked one ball to tingling surrender, she went on to the
other, repeating her lusty, tantalizing assault. "Dottie! Jee-zuz! You sure know how to
do it, woman!"
Max threw his head back, contemplated the wooden beams in the ceiling as his cock
began to throb even more insistently. It was building to a crisis point. And Max was
relishing every moment of the climb. Just as his climax seemed imminent, the door to
the street opened, and a young man in a gray suit walked in. Max froze, though Dottie
continued to suck on his prick. He tried to stop the lusty movements of her head, but
she refused to let go of her thick throbbing prize. All Max could do was smile at the
man and try to look casual.
"Morning," he greeted the man. "How you doing?"
"Just great." The man had a friendly smile. Max couldn't help wondering what would
become of the calmness on his face if he knew what was going on behind the bar. "I'll
feel a lot better when I get me a drink. First though, where's your can?"
Max experienced a wave of relief. They'd be rid of the man's presence for a few more
minutes. "Straight back toward the cigarette machine. It's on your right."
The man tipped his finger to his forehead and headed back past the bar. As soon as he
had gone, Max again gripped Dottie's hair and coaxed her feverishly to speed up her
pace. "Come on, baby! That guy's going to be back soon, and I can't mix up a drink
with you hanging onto my cock."
Dottie grinned to herself. She took the situation as a challenge. Could she make the
man come before the customer returned from the head? With determined energy, she
drew out all her tricks... nibbling, licking, sucking, prodding, overwhelming Max with a
sweet deluge of sensation. It excited her the way his hips rocked forward more and
more urgently. She began to look forward to the moment when he would fill her throat
with his hot zesty load.
She looked up at him quickly, squeezed his prick firmly at the base. "Do it for me, Max!
Give me all you got, baby! I want to drink your cum!"
Her sexy words were all the inspiration Max needed. When her lips returned to his
cock, they had a new, more intense effect. He shoved forward into her face again and
again. He could feel the climax building. She was pulling it right out of him... claiming
her thick hot reward. "Christ, baby!" His hands pulled cruelly on her hair. "It's
happening! I'm coming in you!" Max couldn't remember ever coming so long or so
intensely.
Dottie swallowed every last drop of his jizz with hungry abandon. She lapped at his
glands until she was sure she had everything he had to give her. Then she stood up,
smoothed down her clothes, and returned to her bar stool. Just at that moment, the
customer emerged from the bathroom. Dottie winked at Max as he hurriedly fastened
his trousers and struggled to regain his composure.
"What'll it be?" he asked the young man as he took a seat next to Dottie.
"I'll have a Tom Collins. And what would the lady like?" He turned to Dottie and
smiled approvingly. He stared at her lush cleavage without embarrassment.
She batted her eyes at him and smiled back. She turned to Max. "I'll have a screwdriver,
darling."
The disapproving look on Max's face amused her. He was jealous! Men sure were
funny! After all, Max had gotten what he wanted, hadn't he?
She and the young man drank together for a couple of hours before they went up to his
hotel room. He was a good fuck, and Dottie was sorry she had to tear herself away. But
her trick was due at seven. She had promised Mitzi she wouldn't give it all away.
When she got home, she showered and stood naked in front of the mirror to apply her
makeup. There were little lines around her eyes now that she had to work to conceal.
She looked deep into her eyes, searching for the girl she had once been.
She swore as tears began to run down her cheeks. They were ruining her makeup. But
she had to let them flow. A final requiem for her lost innocence.


Chapter 10

Jim Mansfield had gotten into the habit lately of hanging out in bars. He had never
been much of a drinker, but he was learning to enjoy the sweet forgetfulness that could
be found in a bottle. He missed his wife... missed her more than he ever would have
imagined. Their life together had not been the best in recent months. But still, as he
had tried to explain to Dottie, he had always assumed it would improve. They would
rediscover each other and the passion they had known in the early days of their
marriage.
It upset him that Dottie had hardened herself against him. He could scarcely say two
words to her now – when he managed to get her on the phone or occasionally at home,
usually preparing for a hot date – without her saying something back obviously
intended to hurt him. He just couldn't understand why she had become so venomous
toward him. What had he done to deserve such shabby treatment?
No matter how she behaved, Jim refused to give up hope that he could get her back. If
he was persistent, she would have to give in to him sometime. He knew that, deep
down, she loved him too.
Jim had become a regular at the Dew Drop Inn. He had acquired a whole new set of
friends, his drinking buddies, people he never saw outside the bar. Conversation usually
centered on three major topics: women, gambling, and cars.
"You know... if any of you guys got the money, I hear there's some new whores have
set themselves up on Eighteenth Street."
Jim's ears perked up automatically, if for no better reason than his wife lived on
Eighteenth Street.
"Oh yeah?" a short, balding man inquired. "What's their gig?"
"You name it, man... they'll do it. They even get it on with dogs."
A young man, who still suffered from complexion problems, seemed interested. "Oh
yeah? Far out, man! I'd like to see that."
"Well, you'd better have some loot. They cost bucks. A buddy of mine went to see them
last week... bought the two of them for the evening. He said the blonde's got the
greatest knockers he ever saw... there's two of them, a blonde and a brunette... and both
of them just don't know when to quit! I'm saving up my bread, man."
Jim was getting more and more interested. "Did your friend mention what they call
themselves?"
"Yeah, sure... Dottie and Mitzi... sounds like a couple of French poodles, don't it?"
Jim was up and out of the bar before the laughter died down. His brain was reeling
with alternating anger and disbelief. No wonder Dottie had changed so much lately. It
wasn't possible – not Dottie! She wasn't the type! He drove like a madman over to
Eighteenth Street. He found the door to her apartment locked, but he didn't bother to
knock. Instead, he pulled out a credit card and silently slipped the lock.
His worst suspicions were confirmed as soon as he entered the living room. The sound
of moaning escaped from the nearest bedroom. There was no doubt about it. It was his
wife's voice. In a moment, her voice was amplified into a chorus. Mitzi must be there
too.
Trembling, afraid of what he would find on the other side of the door, Jim pushed it
open just a crack and peeked inside.
A full-scale orgy was in progress on the big water bed. Mitzi straddled a heavy set man
with a beer belly. She rode joyously up and down over his fat turgid cock. Her face
plainly betrayed her ecstatic abandon.
Jim had to grab hold of the doorframe for support as he peeked a little further into the
room. His wife was kneeling next to the couple on the bed. Her ass was thrust high in
the air, giving lewd encouragement to the big German shepherd that had mounted her.
The man Mitzi was fucking couldn't take his eyes off Jim's wife. Obviously, he was
intensely stimulated by watching a woman taking a dog's cock deep into her pussy. He
was also a little amazed by the woman's wanton enjoyment of her obscene depravity.
His eyes were big as saucers, surveying Dottie's ass like a kid might assess the biggest
lollipop in the world. "Jeepers, Dottie, you really like it, don't you?! That big red 
dogprick is doing you good, isn't it?"
"Uuuuhhh, yesssss! I love it! I love the way Sport screws me!" She didn't bother to look
at the man. She stared straight ahead, her eyes masked over with lust. Her jaw hung
slack as her tongue protruded a little ways from her mouth. She was like an animal, an
animal with nothing on its mind but the good feelings between its hind legs.
"Ooooohhh... lover! Screw me! Screw me!"
Jim watched dumbfounded as she wriggled her ass back against the dog's furry loins
with relentless enthusiasm. She seemed to have boundless energy. She lunged back onto
the dog's cock in long determined motions that must have driven his cock deep into her
pussy. The salacious grin that distorted her features indicated that her entire body was
aflame with pure shameless pleasure. She was a woman in heat, and loving it.
For a long while Jim's emotion meter seemed to blank out. The input he was getting
from the bedroom was more than he could deal with all at once. He felt nothing. He
watched the brunette jounce her ass up and down over the fat man's penis. He watched
his own wife wailing with ecstasy beneath the relentless hammering of a dog's prick,
and he felt nothing.
Gradually, almost imperceptibly, the anger took hold. This was what Dottie had left
him for. This was the kind of lewd attraction that kept her from even considering
coming back to him. He had been abandoned for a dog, a whore, and a fat old man
with money! The disgust welled up inside, threatened to drown him.
What could he do to her? What could he do that would hurt her the way she was
hurting him?
Before he could take action, the party in the adjoining room reached its crescendo. First
the women were coming, then the man and the dog. The room was filled with loud
elated cries. Naked bodies writhed against one another in the primal struggle for
ecstasy. It was only when everything was still that Jim made his move.
"If the rest of you don't mind," he said in a voice that amazed him for its calmness, "I'd
like a few minutes alone with my wife."
Blank faces stared uncomprehending at him for a moment. Then Mitzi rallied her
customer and the dog and led them out of the room. She grabbed Jim's arm as she
passed and looked up at him pleadingly. "Don't be too hard on her, Jim!"
He shook her hand off and closed the door after her.
"Mitzi! Why are you leaving me alone? Come back here!" Dottie was terrified. She
couldn't understand why Mitzi hadn't defended her. What right did Jim have to
confront her now? They were legally separated. In a few months, if she had anything to
do with it, they would be divorced.
As she stared at Jim, his calm manner, his unwavering look, made her more and more
nervous. She sought to cover it up by lashing out at him. In their last few encounters,
she had had the upper hand with Jim. Maybe her luck would hold one time more.
"Jim, will you get out of here! You have no business in this apartment! We're not
married anymore!" Her voice was shriller than she would have liked. It betrayed her
tension, her fear. What could he possibly intend to do to her? It wasn't like him to be
this calm when he was upset. She'd rather deal with his anger than his awful calm.
Jim's eyes never left his wife's as he methodically removed his clothes. It pleased him to
see her crouched naked on the bed, trembling apprehensively. It was a welcome change.
Maybe it had been a mistake for him to be so nice to her. What she really needed was a
firm hand to keep her in line. She was like a spoiled, willful child. She needed to be
shown once and for all who was boss.
He climbed up onto the bed and maneuvered her around onto hands and knees. She
tried to struggle against him, but she was no match for a man almost a foot taller than
she and more than twice as heavy. Still she was not resigned to her fate. She glared
back over her shoulder at him as he stroked the flaring vulnerable swells of her
buttocks. "You have no right to do this, Jim! Who do you think you are!"
He looked at her and smiled a long slow smile that chilled her to the marrow. "I don't
think, baby. I know who I am. I'm your husband. And I deserve a hell of a lot more
attention and respect than I've been getting out of you lately. You know, Dottie? I think
you've forgotten the common decency and manners your good mother taught you." His
cock throbbed swollen and heavy at his loins. The incredible scene he had walked in on
kept flashing into her mind.
Dottie fucking a dog! Yes, this woman certainly needed some straightening out!
He guided his inflated cock-head toward the exposed puckered hole of her anus.
Without hesitation, he rammed deep into her. Her violated flesh clasped tightly around
his embedded member. He had never screwed anything this tight in his life. His prick
ached with pleasure.
"Aaaaggghhh! No! Not there! You're hurting meeee!"
He enjoyed the sounds of her pain. They paid him back to some degree for all he had
suffered over the past weeks and months. He knew he had done some things wrong in
their marriage. But he didn't deserve to be treated like shit by a cunt who had just
discovered what it was for and suddenly thought she was Mata Hari. He'd bring her
down to size-right now, by God!
"Does it hurt, baby? Poor Dottie!" he mocked her. "Are you going to be a good girl
from now on? You're not going to give me any more trouble, are you!"
"No... aaaghh! No! I'll be good! Anything! Only please stop!"
Jim had never realized his potential for sadism. The sounds of her pleading, the
contorted writhings of her body as she strove to escape the pain were incredibly
satisfying to him. It had been a long time since he had gotten any genuine emotion out
of Dottie. He was having to go to extreme lengths to get it, but it was worth it. He felt
he deserved more consideration from her than he had been getting. Perhaps a lesson
this hard taught would not be forgotten quickly.
As his cock slid smoothly in and out of her asshole, Dottie continued to try to break
away from him. Though she knew it was futile, she refused to surrender completely to
his unjust punishment. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her accept his
cruelty passively. She was waging a war for her self-respect. He was trying to take it
away from her. It would have to be over her dead body. That was the only way she
would yield.
Even as her body was wracked with pain, Dottie realized how much she had changed
since she had been with Mitzi. A few months back, she would have fallen apart under
this kind of treatment. She would be crying like a baby by now. She had toughened up,
and in a situation like this one she was proud of her new resilience. Someone bigger
than she could bring her down. But he couldn't make her just lie there and take it. She
couldn't stop herself from protesting against the pain. But still she kept fighting him.
She wouldn't give up.
"Stop it! Stop hurting me! You're a bastard, Jim! A bastard, do you hear me!"
He heard her. And, perverse as it seemed to him, her words turned him on. Dottie had
become a worthy opponent. Instead of lying down and crying, she was fighting him
through to the bitter end. She was standing up for herself in a way she never had
before. In such a short time, his wife had changed from girl to full-blooded woman.
The harder she fought against him, the sexier she seemed to Jim. He closed his eyes
and concentrated on the hot clinging pleasure her asshole was dealing his deep-buried
cock. Her contortions to escape only made her sphincter clasp him all the harder. He
clutched her ass-cheeks firmly, rammed her deep again and again. "Christ! It feels good
in there, Dottie!"
His words surprised Dottie. Thus far the idea of pleasure had not associated itself with
what her husband was doing to her. But it was clear from his words that he was
deriving much pleasure from thrusting his swollen cock up into her asshole.
She had heard that women sometimes liked it, too. They said there was a special
masochistic thrill in being so totally helpless, so plundered by a man's big prick.
The longer she thought about it, the more the notion appealed to her. She scarcely
realized at first that the pain had faded away to nothing. Left in its wake was a strange
titillating sensation that became more and more distinct, the more she concentrated on
it. Tentatively, she squirmed her ass backward, cooperating with her husband in his
lascivious anal rape.
"Ooooohhhh!" Yes, the pleasure was there all right. Suddenly she had no more will to
resist him. She wanted to experience this new thing that was happening to her. Her
buttocks wriggled rhythmically back against his loins. Her salacious movements urged
his cock to fuck her harder, deeper. She wanted his prick in her deep. "Uuuuuuhh...
yeah!"
It hadn't occurred to Jim that his wife might actually come to enjoy his stern discipline.
But as her ass ground provocatively back against him, he realized he was delighted with
her responsiveness. It was feeling so good to him now, he was pleased to have company
in his arousal. He clung to her shapely ass-cheeks and impaled her time after time. Her
throaty exclamations of passion made his penis swell even more inside her asshole.
"Shit, it's tight in there, baby! That's an incredible little hole you got, Dottie! I only
wish I'd discovered it sooner."
"So enjoy it now!" She had little patience with conversation. She wanted to be screwed...
hard, deep, fast. "Fuck me in the ass, lover! Oh, Christ, it feels good!"
Time seemed to stand still for the young couple as they fell prey to the erotic lure of
their new depraved style of fucking. Jim's fingers dug red welts in her ass-cheeks as he
struggled to keep up with her increasingly frenzied pace. He bit his lower lip hard,
looking for the strength to keep up with her. He wanted to give her what she needed.
He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't take any more. He wanted to hear her cry
from getting it in the ass.
"Jee-zuz... do it to me! Do it to me, Jim! Oh, yeah... your cock feels wonderful! Fuck my
ass, baby!"
"Yeah, baby! I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"
Outside in the hall, Mitzi had her ear pressed to the door. She wanted to be sure Dottie
was all right. And she couldn't resist the turn-on of listening to the irate husband
punishing his wife. She remembered the day Sam had punished her... how perversely
satisfying it had felt. She wondered if Dottie was getting the same fulfillment out of her
debasement.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God, I'm commmmm-ing-g-g!" Dottie had never sounded wilder. Her
orgasm seemed to be splitting her in two, so wanton were her wails.
"Baby! Baby! I'm filling your ass!"
Mitzi grinned at the moans of the young lovers. It didn't sound like there was much
anger left. Maybe Jim and Dottie were young enough to pick up the pieces.
She kind of hoped so. Deep inside, Mitzi still wanted to believe in good fairies and
happy endings. It would be lonely without Dottie, but she wanted the blonde to be
happy. She knew from experience that frantically running around looking for cock did
not necessarily make for happiness.


Chapter 11

Jim spent the night with Dottie, but Mitzi was surprised when, the next morning, he
left without his wife.
"What's going on?" she demanded of the smiling blonde. "Aren't you two going to
make it?"
Dottie was munching calmly on a pile of toast. "I sure hope so. You know, Mitzi, that
guy can fuck. And he eats pussy like a dream."
Mitzi giggled. "So he finally got the lead out of his pants, eh?"
"He sure did."
"So? Why didn't he carry you off like Romeo, back to your ivory tower of domestic
bliss?"
"Because I can't do it that way anymore, Mitzi. I'm grown up enough to realize that I
couldn't stand to go back to a life of being a bored housewife. I'm going to have to have
something of my own. I like living here with you a whole lot better than being at home
alone all the time, cooking, cleaning, watching TV. That's strictly not my style. I'm a
big girl now."
"So what does that mean? You're going to give him up?"
"I don't know. Maybe I can find a way to have my cake and eat it too. Maybe I can lead
a double life."
"You're nuts! That only happens in movies."
"So does the kind of life we've been living. But we're real, aren't we?"
"As real as you can get, baby!" Mitzi stood behind the blonde and bent over her. Her
hands slipped down into Dottie's robe to caress her firm, shapely tits. "I wanted you to
be happy, Dottie... but I have to admit I sure would miss having you around. I've never
had anyone as special as you."
"That's what I told Jim. I couldn't just walk out on everything we've put together here,
Mitzi. You rescued me from nowhere. You're my best friend. I can't choose him over
you." Dottie turned around in her chair and opened the front of Mitzi's robe. She found
a firm rubbery nipple and began to suck hungrily. She seemed to grow more calm. Her
face grew softer. Once again, she looked up at Mitzi. She smiled devilishly. "Besides,
our main problem last time was that we got bored of each other. If Jim doesn't see me
all the time, how can he get bored? I figure I can spend half my time here and half of it
there. What do you think?"
"I think you're crazy. Jim's the kind of guy who needs a full-time woman."
"He thinks he needs a full-time woman. I told him to hire a housekeeper. I think that'll
get rid of some of his problems right there. Naturally you're going to miss your wife
when you've got no clean shirts and you're eating out of tins all the time."
"You're a cynic, baby. But I love the way your mouth feels on my tit."
Dottie began to plant fiery little kisses all over Mitzi's tits and belly. She was working
her way slowly but surely down to the bushy thatch of the brunette's pussy. "I
remember how I fell in love with your pussy hair the first time I saw it. Seems like a
long time ago." She parted Mitzi's cunt-lips so the pink nub of her clit peeked out at
her. Her tongue snaked out and danced over the sensitive little spire.
"Ooooohhh... darling... sexy... mmmmmmm..." Slowly, sensually, Mitzi ground her
pussy-mound into her woman lover's face. The talented darting movements of Dottie's
tongue on her blood-swollen clitoris made her feel weak with excitement. She grabbed
Dottie's hair and raised her face to her. "Let's go lie down somewhere, darling, before I
fall down."
"Mmmmmmmmmm... then I'm going to eat you and eat you till you can't stand any
more. Jim got me so hot last night and this morning, I'm going to have to keep going
all day just to work it off!" She giggled as she let herself be led into the living room. She
dropped down onto the rug, between Mitzi's wide-splayed thighs.
As her mouth worked urgently along the excitement-moistened lips of Mitzi's pussy, a
familiar cold prod assaulted her from behind. She looked round at the big German
shepherd. "Hi, Sport! Yes, baby! Do it! I want you to screw me! Up, boy, up!"
Dottie felt a compulsive need to immerse herself in all the pleasure of the new life she
had established with Mitzi. Jim had tried hard last night to convince her to go home
with him. Several times she had wavered. But she knew it wasn't for her. Not anymore.
She was too far along the new path to turn back now. She needed her lovers around
her, to excite her, to make her come... to keep her strong. Jim could be one of them if
he wanted. But he couldn't be the only one... not anymore.
Her tongue snaked deep into Mitzi's cunt as she felt the dog clasp his fore-paws around
her hips. His big cock battered against her ass, looking for her warm wet cunt. The
anticipation drove her wild with excitement. She sucked hungrily on her woman lover's
clit, drove her tongue deep into her pussy. She was depraved... she loved to be
perverted. How could she fit back into Jim's life now? He would see that soon enough.
Suddenly Sport found his mark. His long tapered prick drove deep into her craving
pussy. Without hesitating he began to screw in and out of her, in urgent relentless
strokes. She wailed and squirmed before him, offering her ass to the big dog with
abandon. Excited as she grew, she never abandoned her task between Mitzi's thighs.
The brunette shoved her cunt into Dottie's face, encouraging her. Both women were
victims of a desperate abandon. They were struggling for the ultimate orgasm, the one
that would fill the void deep inside.
They'd find it or die... whichever came first. Perhaps they'd both come together.


THE END
