THE WIFE'S DOGGIE LOVER
By Bob Wallace


Foreword

Most of us lead two lives – real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a
life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away
from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of
becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies – wild dreams that we
seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act
on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame?
No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies
– and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate
happiness.
THE WIFE'S DOGGIE LOVER – a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that
confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of
others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our
society face the problem.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Gloria Spencer looked at the newspaper again. Another robbery, and it was only a few
doors away from where she lived.
"God," she moaned, sitting up in bed. She threw the newspaper aside, shoved the
covers with it, and slipped out of bed, shaking her head. The recent outbreak of
robberies in her neighborhood worried her.
Padding barefoot, her huge creamy tits jiggling, Gloria went into the bathroom to
shower. Warm water beat against her tits as she soaped them in a rich sudsy lather.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. The rubbing action on her meaty tits ignited the passion she
had tried to suppress for the last six months. "Ohhhh, God," she murmured to herself,
"six months... six Goddamn fuckin' months without a cock." She squeezed the pulpy
meat of her tits and moaned loudly.
Her knees trembled as she leaned against the cool wetness of the tiled shower stall. She
let the fine spray bombard the sensitive flesh of her overripe tits. She heaved short
gasping sighs that echoed in her ears.
Her bottom lip trembled, and she bit it to keep it still. Her hands, soapy and shaky,
moved down to the thick thatch of dark-blonde hair that neatly covered the mound of
her sensitive pussy.
"Damn you, Sam!" she sobbed, cursing her husband who had left her six months ago
for a girl fresh out of high school. "Damn you to hell!"
Her fingers slipped between her smooth thighs to the steamy gash of her pussy,
stroking frantically. The water beat against her tits. Suds streaked her curvaceous body.
She climaxed, turning into a sobbing whimpering woman. Then suddenly she stifled
her anguished cries; she refused to listen to her own urgent moans.
Once her breathing was back to normal, she finished showering. Her eyes still burned
brightly with a suppressed lust that needed release. After rinsing herself, she came out
of the shower, toweling her tingling flesh until her skin glowed with a pink hue.
She stared at her naked figure in the mirror with a critical eye. Her large tits still jutted
out like they used to, no trace of sag. She examined her face-perfect skin. Creamy soft
like the rest of her.
At thirty-three, her skin tone was fresh, her body firm and resilient. Her figurefabulous. 
All the extra meat was in all the right places.
Her deep-blue eyes sparkled. She liked what she saw. She smoothed her hands down
the curve of her body, over her willowy waist to the flare of her hips. Her stomach was
still flat; her legs, long and smooth.
"You bastard, Sam!" she muttered angrily. "I got so much to give-" Abruptly she
turned, glancing over her shoulder at the firm twin mounds of ass. From the back, she
felt, she could pass for eighteen. A perfect ass, and, with her trim waist and flared hips,
her ass looked heart-shaped-delicious.
Long sexy strides brought her into the bedroom. Her eyes accidentally caught a glimpse
of the small article in the paper again, and she frowned. "Those damn robberies!" Her
face set in determination, she dressed, planning to insure the safety of her home. With
Sam off somewhere and gone forever, she knew she needed protection.
To wake up in the middle of the night with a burglar standing over her was a real
nightmare to Gloria which had grown since she began living alone. Now, with the
sudden rash of robberies, her nightmare had become more frequent until it haunted her
every night. It was time to take positive measures.
Later, her skirt licking her knees, Gloria walked into a pet store. Janet, a friendly
neighbor, had recommended the place, explaining that Ballard's Pet Store and Kennels
had the best guard dogs available in the area.
Inside, yapping puppies crowded the air with their incessant noise. Gloria looked at the
cages along the wall. She knelt down, poked a finger into one of them. "You're too
small," she giggled, "or I'd take you home with me today." The tiny poodle whined and
chewed playfully on her finger.
"Can I help you?" a feminine deep sultry voice asked.
The voice startled Gloria, and she almost fell on her ass. She stood, smoothed down her
skirt, her cheeks flushed with a tingle of embarrassment.
"Ye... yes..." Gloria stammered. "I'm interested in purchasing a guard dog. You were
recommended by a friend." Her eyes widened for a brief second; she gaped at the sexy
woman in a black silk blouse, with tits straining erotically underneath it. Black shiny
shorts, the crotch digging into her cunt gash. Long bare legs, the curve sensuous. Gloria
tore her eyes away, embarrassed again.
"Ohhhh," the beautiful woman remarked, "I like being recommended. I feel I have the
best trained guard dogs within a hundred miles." The deep intoxicating voice belonged
to Margo Ballard, sole owner of the pet store. The startlingly beautiful woman was tall.
Long gleaming black hair framed an exquisitely sculptured face. Her milky-white skin
was in direct contrast to her raven hair. Makeup accented the violet eyes. A slash of red
glistened on her full sensuous mouth when she spoke. Total sexuality was all Gloria
could think of when she looked at her.
Gloria felt the woman's gaze on her and was uneasy. "I would think guard dogs would
be handled by your husband."
Margo smiled. "I'm not married." The smile grew larger. "I feel I have a rapport with
the animals. They seem to respond very well to the attention I give them."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you weren't capable. I just... thought..."
"A natural mistake. Do you mind telling me who recommended me?"
A knot formed in the pit of Gloria's stomach, and it grew. There was something highly
sexual about Margo. She cleared her throat, feeling self-conscious. "Of course not. Janet
Wilson." Gloria's voice cracked.
"Oh, I remember Janet." Margo's voice took on a dreamy quality. "She bought one of
my best pets – Ivan, a Russian wolfhound... very special dog."
Gloria nodded. An image of the beautiful animal that her neighbor had bought passed
through her thoughts. "He is a beautiful dog."
"What kind do you have in mind?" Margo asked.
"I thought you might be able to help me there." Gloria avoided Margo's penetrating
gaze.
"Mmmmm," Margo mused, thinking out loud and staring intently at Gloria. "With
your blonde hair and blue eyes, I recommend a Doberman pinscher. His shiny black
coat and dark eyes would make an interesting contrast to you." Margo spun on her
heel. "Follow me. I think I have just the dog you need."
Gloria gulped; her gaze settled on Margo's rounded ass which was wrapped in tight
black leather shorts as she followed her around a corner and down a hall. The sound of
frisky puppies faded in the distance.
For a reason Gloria could not explain, she was drawn to the beautiful woman. She
refused to accept her feelings as strange and settled her mind quickly, putting her
feelings down to the fact that for six months she had not been with a man.
Margo opened a door, stepped into a large room. More cages lined the wall, only these
cages were larger and the dogs inside them were huge.
Gloria gulped. Her eyes darted from one cage to another. A sense of eroticism softened
the air. This room felt special. Gloria couldn't explain it.
"These are my special friends," Margo said, unlatching a cage. A gigantic sleek
Doberman came out, sniffed the air, squatted obediently beside Margo.
"I have other guard dogs," she continued, "but I think Diablo is the right choice for
you."
"Diablo?" Gloria asked. "Strange name."
Gloria shuddered. The Doberman was monstrous. A sweeping tremor seized her as she
looked him over. There was something about him, something sexual. She couldn't put
her finger on it, but she felt a definite magnetism toward the animal, a sexual bond. She
fought this strange overwhelming feeling, deciding it was definitely time for her to go
out with men.
Margo gave a small smile. "How long have you been divorced?"
Gloria was caught by surprise, and she dragged her gaze away from the huge
Doberman. "How can you tell?" Her face turned pink.
"You have that hungry look in your eyes." She winked, her own violet eyes glowing
with an animal passion. "Diablo will be perfect for you," she said. "Yes... perfect."
Gloria inspected the huge-looking beast sitting by Margo's side. Her eyes picked up a
glint of red from beneath his body, then her breath caught in her throat. It was his
cock. A weak sigh escaped her mouth.
Gloria's reaction wasn't lost on Margo. "Has Janet told you about the special talents my
dogs possess?"
Gloria managed to tear her eyes away from Diablo's cock. Her face was flushed. A filmy
mist had formed over her deep-blue eyes. She blinked as if she had been in a trance.
"No, she hasn't told me a thing, except how marvelous Ivan is to her and how safe and
happy she is now."
"Then I'll let you discover Diablo's hidden talents on your own," Margo said cryptically.
With obvious loving affection, the tall woman stroked the Doberman's head and knelt
down, bringing her face close to his. "This will be your new mistress," Margo whispered
to him. "Would you like a new mistress?"
The sleek Doberman pinscher whimpered, slapped his tongue over her beautiful
features. His tight rump wriggled on the floor. His runt tail-chopped off as a puppywagged furiously.
Margo stood. Her glassy violet eyes leered at Gloria. "Diablo is fully trained. I have a
booklet explaining everything you need to know." Her face flushed. "I want you to
come in every day during the next week and work with him until you both feel safe
around each other."
"I can't take him with me today?" Gloria asked. Suddenly, she was depressed and she
didn't know why.
"I know how you feel," Margo said firmly, "but it's important that you and the dog get
fully acquainted first." She stroked Diablo's head with long smooth strokes. "Stay."
Diablo whined, shook his head.
Gloria stifled another gasp. The dog's cock was growing. She looked the other way.
Inside, she was dying to see the dog's cock, but she was frightened of her own feelings
and embarrassed.
Margo placed her hand on Gloria's arm. "You take the booklet home with you and look
it over." She guided the horny blonde out of the room, then down the narrow corridor
again to the front of the store where the noisy chatter of puppies dominated the
atmosphere. "I'll see you tomorrow." She brought out a Manila envelope from one of
her file trays and handed it to a dazed Gloria. "Tomorrow at one."
Numb and bewildered, Gloria accepted the thin package. She shook off the feeling and
smiled. "I don't know how to thank you for your help. I'm sure everything will work
out perfectly."
Margo grinned. "Maybe after you've enjoyed the companionship of Diablo you can
recommend me to a friend."
"I'll do that," Gloria said. "See you tomorrow."
Margo remained behind the counter and watched Gloria. Her gaze followed each move
as the blonde walked to her car. Once she saw Gloria drive away, she went to the door
and slipped the closed sign into the window. After securing the door with a lock, she
returned to the room where Diablo sat waiting for her.
Diablo whined, his stubby tail swishing. His eyes looked up at Margo expectantly. His
long tongue, bluish-red and slippery with spit, swiped lazily across his open jaw.
"C'mon, boy," Margo said, her tone anxious. "C'mon." She went farther down the hall
to her apartment.
Diablo was right behind her, padding quietly in step. His sleek muscled body moved
with fluid motion, much like the catlike strides of his sexy mistress.
Once they entered the bedroom, she dropped to her knees beside him. "You're going to
get a new mistress," she purred, her voice growing thick with lust. She smoothed her
hands down his lean flanks. He whimpered and licked her face. "A new mistress who
looks horny. You'll get plenty of pussy from her." Margo giggled, and Diablo whined as
if he understood.
Standing, Margo stared at her reflection in the mirrow on the opposite wall. Her hands
slipped to the snap of her leather shorts. Quickly, anxious to begin, she stripped them
off. They fell to her trim ankles and high heels. Swiftly and deftly, hands opened her
black silk blouse. Large creamy tits became exposed. She slipped the blouse off her
shoulders and let the shimmering silk drop to the floor atop the puddle of her shorts.
Diablo's nostrils flared. The arousing scent of his mistress's turned-on cunt attracted
him. He got to his feet, padded silently around Margo and began to lick her ankles. He
licked slowly, gradually swiping his tongue over the woman's silky-soft legs as he had
been trained to do.
Intently Margo watched in the mirrored wall while the huge sleek Doberman stalked
her, sniffing, occasionally slapping his tongue over her long sensuous legs. Margo
shuddered. His tongue worked methodically over her calves, ankles, the tops of her feet.
Her pussy seeped, soaking the puffy lips of her black-haired pussy along with the soft
inner flesh of her thighs.
"Good, boy," Margo mewled seductively. Her massive globes of ivory tittie meat rose
and fell with each ragged breath she took. "Good boy." Her long splayed fingers came
up her sizzling-hot body, over her hips, up her sides, to the twin mounds of sweet tittie
meat. She sighed dreamily. Her fingers closed delicately around each full mound, her
red-painted nails curling into the soft pulpy flesh.
Diablo snorted, his nostrils flaring. He moved his tireless tongue up over Margo's knees
between her now parted thighs. He tasted the warm fuck juice as it clung to her sticky
thighs. His cock peeked from its thick sheath-red, pointed, shiny with lubricating fuck
juices.
"My pussy," Margo whispered in her sultry tone. She was ready for his tongue now.
Her insides were churning. "My pussy." Using her fingers to part the swollen folds of
her juicy cunt, she exposed the dripping gash and her hard clit, still partially concealed
inside its own covering. "Lick. Lick." The commands were subtle purrs, hot sexy
whispers. "Lick."
Diablo obeyed instinctively. He had been trained well and had grown fond of pussy and
all the things that happened to him as one of Margo's special pets. His tongue slashed
up through Margo's slender legs, through her cunt slit, then over her fingers and
throbbing clit.
"Ooooo, Diablo," she crooned .happily, rocking back and forth, precariously balanced
in her high heels. "Oooo, you're fantastic!" She trembled, watching her face in the
mirror flush to a deep red. Her violet eyes seemed to darken, taking on an exotic glow.
"Lick. Lick." She was growing hotter by the second from Diablo's tongue.
"Mmmmmnnn." His tongue knew where to go.
Diablo whimpered excitedly. The fuck juices from Margo's pussy creamed his pointed
snout, creating a white foam over his black-and-tan face. He swiped his tongue up
through Margo's cunt again. Thick stringy rivulets of pussy juice clung to his slurping
tongue and coated his nostrils.
Margo's face changed into a mask of lust. She jammed her pussy into his hard snout
and moaned in agonizing bliss. "Unnnn, Diablo!"
Her head lolled lazily on her shoulders. Thick black hair swished across her back and
shoulders. The Doberman's tongue, as always, was turning her into a mass of quivering
flesh. She battled her fuck lust until she couldn't stand up.
"Sit!" she gasped. She was ready for his cock.
Diablo yelped his disapproval, but obeyed. He sat back, his snout coated with pussy
cream, his coal-black eyes glassy, observing his mistress with longing. He loved to eat
cunt and wanted more. His rump squirmed impatiently, but he waited for the next
command, one he had learned to expect.
Margo dropped to her knees and stroked the dog's head. "Good, boy," she gasped, her
body on fire. "Good, boy."
She stroked his flank, then eased the docile animal to his side. She gazed with lust at
his hidden cock. Only the tip was peeking out.
"This'll be the last time, my handsome stud." Her hand stroked the whimpering beast
between his legs. "The last time I feel your cock inside me."
Diablo raised his huge head off the floor and slapped his tongue over her arm as she
fondled his cock. He jerked, his cock growing under the expert manipulations of his
beautiful mistress. He dropped his head to the rug, content for the moment to be
fondled. He knew it was only a prelude of things to come.
"You're going to have a new mistress," she said sadly. She talked to him as if he
understood. Deep down inside, she felt he did. Her fingers fondled his cockshaft, the
hardness of his growing cock exciting her. "I can tell, you'll get plenty of fucking from
that woman. A nice blonde pussy."
She gaped at his cock protruding another few delicious inches. She dropped to her side
and sucked his hard cock into her mouth. Sucking deeply, she drew in her cheeks. Her
suction power increased. She used her teeth, fingers, and whipping tongue to entice his
cock to grow to its full length.
As quickly as she had sucked his prick into her mouth, she took his cock out, gazed at
his prick, knowing it would be the last time she would taste his delicious prick.
She pulled the low table over into position. Her body trembled, anxious for the
Doberman to fuck her. "Ooooo, God, I'm creaming like it was my first time," she
crooned nervously. She sprawled herself out on her back. The padding on the low table
was comfortable, unlike the first time she had fucked a dog. She had been in her teens
then, and the table had been hard, the wood cutting into her soft skin. As the years
progressed, she had taken steps to make herself more comfortable, securing the right
table with the right padding.
Margo cocked her head to the side, saw the reflection of her spread legs, saw her red
pussy which was open and inviting, saw her ass cheeks over the edge of the padded
table. "Mmmmm, Christ, Diablo! Up! Up!"
Diablo was ready. He leaped up, his huge front paws landing firmly on the soft velvet,
one on each side of his mistress' naked shoulders. He slapped at her face and pranced
on his hind legs, his overgrown cock jabbing before finding the mark. He yelped in
triumph when his thick doggie cock fucked deep into Margo's gripping cunt. He fucked
demonically into her hot sizzling pussy, immediately feeling her clenching cunt
muscles.
"Ohhhh, Jesus Christ!" She humped, her ass coming off the table with each thrust. Her
cunt smashed into his hairy groin, hungrily gulping at his fucking cunt-splitting prick.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She brought her hands up to the giant beast's head and caressed
his open panting mouth, scratching, pulling his ears in feverish excitement.
Diablo howled, his head shaking. Her groping and rough handling spurred him on. He
never stopped fucking, his rump jabbing. Hard quick powerful stabs fucked his solid
lump of cockmeat into Margo's welcoming pussy.
His stub tail tried curling into his ass. His long muscled hind legs kept him balanced.
His thick hulking piece of doggie prick fucked deep into Margo's juicy pussy. Muscles
rippled under his sleek black-and-tan coat.
Margo met his lunging fucks, reveling in each one, thrilled each time the tip of his long
cock fucked her pussy deeply. It was to be their last fuck, and she relished each
fabulous moment. When his cock fucked her cunt, she moaned, then lunged.
With blood-red nails, she raked the untiring animal. She wanted their last delicious
fuck to be the best. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her voice sounded guttural, like a growling
animal. "Fuck me!"
Diablo did. He fucked hard, yelping his enjoyment, fucking his throbbing prick deep
into Margo's hot pussy. His rubbery lips drew back. He stared into her contorting face,
unaware that this would be the last time he would enjoy her pussy.
"Cum! Cum! Cum! You beautiful beast!" she screamed, thrashing wildly on the
cushioned table. "Cream me! Squirt it deep!" She was mad, crazed, craving the hot cum
that would quench the flames that raged out of control deep inside her burning pussy.
"Cum, fucker! Cream me good!"
The Doberman whimpered. Her cunt was gripping tight, pulsing against his hard meaty
cock. His balls, heavy with cum and aching for release, slapped against the cheeks of
her ass which extended over the edge of the low table.
His cock fucked into her pussy as if she were made out of melted butter. Increasing his
already-blinding speed, he danced on his legs, keeping his balance. His front paws
jerked, sinking deeper into the velvet padding. His tongue drooped from his mouth.
Margo used her cunt muscles to agitate him into cumming, but failed. "Ohhh, God, I'm
cumming first!" Wild contorting spasms seized her. She humped up and went
slamming into his hard muscled frame, her pussy overflowing with creamy fuck juices.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" High-pitched shrieks bounced off the four walls, and
Diablo responded with piercing howls.
He fucked Margo's twisting climaxing body with violent jabs and horrendous thrusts.
She raked his flanks with her catlike nails, her ass thumping up and down. They
rammed each other with their bodies.
Catlike talons drew lines down his sides. Feverish excitement thickened the air. Margo
was in the throes of orgasm and Diablo was approaching his.
Her ass hammered the padded table. Her big creamy tits flopped as she fucked her dog
with blinding fury. Her large reddish-brown nipples swelled. The white surrounding tit
flesh jiggled from her erratic movements. The aching tips were about to burst.
"Cummmm," she told her dog, needing the hot load of doggie cum. "Cummmm!"
His heavy swinging balls were ready to unload their churning burden-gooey doggie
jism. His cock swelled. His balls rumbled, then ruptured.
A thick river of spewing doggie jizz shot through his piss-slot and emptied into the
bubbling vat of Margo's overheated cunt. He howled, his pointed ears flat against his
head, his black eyes rolling in their sockets. The whites of his eyes, laced with thin red
lines, stared down into Margo's flushed contorting face. She screamed in joy.
"Ohhh, Diablo! I feeeeel it! Cream me!" She bucked beneath the fucking beast. Her
pussy milked his squirting cockshaft, squeezing out every ounce of his precious cum.
Her feet came off the floor, circling around the animal's slender humping back. Then
her ankles locked. "Fuck me!"
Doggie goo flooded Margo's exploding pussy. The scalding jism mixed with the buttery
fuck cream from her pussy walls. It squished inside when the dog fucked forward and
gushed out from the mighty lunge. Each forward thrust of his thick throbbing prick
weakened Margo and made her howl in bliss.
Diablo howled along with her, his body straining in orgasm over her twisting body. His
thick neck was stretched to its capacity; his teeth were bared. Cum poured out of his
rock-hard prick, flooding, then overflowing the tight steamy channel of Margo's
clenching cunthole. His balls swung easier now. The aching cum that had filled them
was almost drained.
Sobbing, her flesh pink and beaded with sweat, Margo continued to climax. She came
slamming up into her dog, her cunt receiving a blow of fucking cockmeat. Wrenching
and twisting beneath him, she wanted her last fuck to go on forever.
Her slender legs shot out straight, muscles quivering. She placed her mouth to her
dog's snout and sucked on his tongue. Her eyes floated around inside their sockets,
then her head dropped back to the table. She was too weak to keep her head in that
position. She squirmed with greed, needing, craving every gooey ounce of thick white
doggie cum.
Diablo was yapping; his cock still pumping hot and liquidy jism. Jerky now, his tiring
body kept fucking his mistress, his cock beginning to shrink back inside the hairy
sheath. Less and less of his giant cock went fucking into the hungry channel of Margo's
pussy. He yelped again, this time freeing his hulking body from his mistress' clutches.
Dropping to all fours, he sniffed the white frothy ooze between Margo's legs. He licked,
snatching up the flavorful juices that constantly saturated her cunt. His tongue never
tired, unlike his spent cock.
"Ohhhh, Diablo," she gasped in delight as he licked the cum from her exhausted body.
"Ohhh, I will miss you." She twitched involuntarily as his snout hit her sensitive clit.
"Nnnnnn. You're wonderful."
Margo stirred, beginning to get up.
"Sit, Diablo, sit," she commanded softly.
Diablo obeyed at once, swiping his tongue across his chops as his mistress rolled off the
padded table.
She stood on wobbly legs. Every muscle in her gorgeous body ached, but it was a nice
ache. It made her feel good all over. She smiled at her pet, then bent over to scratch his
head. "You're going to make her very happy, boy." Staggering, she went to the
bathroom to shower.


Chapter 2

Feeling excited, Gloria ran into the house and into the kitchen. She grabbed the phone
on the wall and dialed. Impatiently, she waited for Janet to answer.
"Hello?" Janet's voice floated through the receiver.
"It's me," Gloria bubbled, happy for the first time in months. "I did it."
"Did what?" laughed Janet. "I bought a dog." Her enthusiasm was evident in her
bubbly voice. "I bought a damn guard dog!"
Janet's face broke into a smile. "Did you go to Ballard's?"
"Yes," Gloria eagerly replied. "You never told me a woman ran the place." A picture of
the extraordinary woman flashed before her eyes. "God, isn't she something?"
Janet sighed in remembrance. Her mind wandered for a brief instant. Margo. The
afternoons of bliss with her. The mirrored wall. The dogs. The fabulous body of Margo.
"She's sexy, isn't she." Janet's voice turned soft.
"Hell, yeah," Gloria moaned. "I've never met anyone like her in my life."
"You probably never will," Janet said. She could still taste Margo's sweet juicy pussy.
She shook the memories from her mind, for the moment. "Did you buy one of her
special pets?"
Gloria didn't understand what Janet meant. "I thought all guard dogs were the same?
What do you mean... special?"
Janet giggled. "You'll find out."
Janet's Russian wolfhound came over to her, placed his snout on her lap. Janet
smoothed her fingers down on the top of his nose.
"Who did you buy?" She spread her legs for Ivan. The Russian wolfhound buried his
head between her legs and licked the soft silky skin of her inner thighs with long lazy
strokes. "Oooooo. Nnnnnn."
Gloria's eyebrows arched as she listened to Janet's cooing sounds. "You okay?"
"Mmmmmm, I'm fine." Janet wriggled her soft ass on the kitchen chair. "Who did you
buy?"
"A Doberman pinscher... his name..."
"Diablo!" Janet squealed before Gloria could answer. "Jesus Christ, you bought
Diablo?" Her tits swelled under her nightie as the vivid memory of the Doberman's
huge red cock fucking into her pussy almost made her faint. "Jesus Christ, you bought
him!"
Gloria didn't understand. "What's the big deal?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Janet sighed dreamily. The Russian wolfhound tried to
wedge his snout under the panties that kept her now-dripping pussy from his tongue.
"He's the most special one of them all. Margo must really like you."
Gloria shrugged, still not understanding. For a fleeting moment, an image of the beast's
prick flashed across her mind. She gulped, then forced herself not to think of it.
"He's big and seems quite tame," Gloria said innocently. "I'll make sure I show him off
around the neighborhood. He'll be a great deterrent to anyone who tries to rob me."
"He's more than that," Janet said over the phone while Ivan's tongue finally succeeded
in getting into her panties from the crotch.
"God," Gloria moaned. "I don't understand what all the mystery is all about. He's just a
guard dog."
Janet giggled. "You'll see." She was finding it difficult to keep up the conversation as
Ivan's tongue slipped into the puffy folds of her overheated pussy. "Call me tomorrow...
after your visit to Margo's. I gotta go, okay?"
"Sure, I'll call you around three." She heard Janet's short, raspy breathing. "See ya."
Gloria hung up, figuring it was just her overactive imagination which made her friend
sound horny over the phone.
Her mind drifted from Janet to Margo and the sensuously appealing Diablo she would
soon own. A shivery ripple danced up her spine, and she found herself trembling as she
made coffee.
"I better find a man quick," Gloria laughed faintly. "I think I'm going nuts."
As she sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the coffee to brew, her mind was unable to
shake the image of Diablo's red doggie cock.


Chapter 3

Gloria headed home, anxious and happy. Diablo was now hers. The week of training
was over. It had been a week of tension, with hot undercurrents of sex she couldn't
explain. She glanced at the giant beast curled on the front seat beside her and felt
secure.
She licked her lips nervously. His red pointed cockhead was appearing from the sheath.
She sucked in her breath sharply and tore her gaze away from his growing cock and
focused on the road.
"Ohhh, God," she moaned out loud. "I'm getting hot." She couldn't understand it, but
it had been that way all week – Margo, sexually alluring; Diablo, his cock poking its
shiny head out more than she thought was normal. Twice, she had seen Margo staring
at her with a hungry look in those dark violet eyes. It had turned her insides to jelly,
and she had fought an overwhelming desire to go to the woman and make love to her.
She was glad the sessions with Margo were over. Without sex, she wasn't sure how long
she would have been able to resist the animal magnetism of the alluringly beautiful
woman.
She glanced at the Doberman while waiting for a light. He stirred, and her eyes bugged
out. Diablo squirmed, then slapped his tongue over the pointed tip of his prick. She
gasped, watching a thick hulking cockshaft appear for a second.
Horns blaring behind her roused her out of her dazed stupor. She averted her eyes
away from the shiny prick. After giving the car gas and heading across the intersection,
an annoyed man sounded his horn as he roared by.
"God in heaven, what is happening to me?" She was trembling. She had to force herself
not to look at the dog the rest of the way home. She was sure it was all in her mind,
but she could hear the almost silent slurps as Diablo licked his cock, as if preparing his
prick for something special. "Ohhh, God, now I'm imagining things."
Pulling into the driveway, she switched off the motor and got herself together before
climbing out. The slurping sounds had stopped, and she looked at the fierce-looking
Doberman. He was sitting up, sensing he was at his new home.
Gloria touched him tentatively. "You're home, boy. This is your new place." She
opened the car door and climbed out. Diablo didn't move. "C'mon, boy," Gloria coaxed
gently. "Diablo. Heel."
The Doberman whimpered, then leaped out and sat beside a proud yet nervous Gloria.
Obediently, he waited for the next command.
Gloria petted his head. "Good, boy." Her tone was soft. "Good, boy." A shivery sigh
escaped her lips. Touching the dog seemed sexual. She shook off the bizarre thought
and walked up the path to the front door of her house. Diablo dutifully strutted beside
her, calm, powerful looking, exuding a strength that Gloria hoped wasn't lost on a
burglar, if he was casing the area for his next crime.
Inside, Gloria walked up the stairs slowly, the crotch of her panties wet, warm fuck
juices oozing from the depths of her aching unused cunt. Her legs felt weak again. The
training sessions with Margo and the giant dog had drained her more than she thought,
heightened her awareness of her sexual hunger.
"Sit," she commanded the dog once they were in her bedroom. She smiled at the sleek
dog sitting near her bed. She felt safe with him. Crouching down beside him, she petted
his head with care. "This is where you'll be sleeping every night."
Diablo whimpered softly, liking the sound of her voice. His tongue licked the palm of
her hand.
"Ohhh, Christ." The contact of his smooth tongue was electrifying. "Unnn, you sit. I'll
be out as soon as I shower."
She went to the closet and stripped off her dress, then stood staring at herself in the
mirror. "You're going crazy."
Her hands skimmed lightly over the warmth of her body, her smooth silky skin
breaking out in goose bumps. She cooed softly. The subtle touch of her own fingers
lulled her into a sexual euphoria.
"All I ever think about is sex, sex, sex." She slipped off her bra, then cradled the
voluptuous meat of her overripe tits with delicate fingers and tweaked the nipples. She
was hot and knew it.
Diablo, catching the scent of her turned-on pussy, padded over to his unsuspecting
mistress. He swiped his tongue carefully over the tender part of her ankle and wet the
silky skin with warm doggie spit.
"Oh, Christ!" Gloria gasped. She lowered her eyes to the huge beast. "Jesus!" Curious,
hot, liking the feel of his tongue as he soaked each foot in doggie drool, she remained
there.
Diablo licked over the top of each foot, walked around the quivering Gloria, then
slithered his tongue up through each toe and worked his saliva over the curve of her
calf and behind the knee. He whimpered. The strong powerful scent of Gloria's cunt
was sending out demanding signals, signals he had been trained to obey.
Gloria was pleasantly surprised at the attention her new pet was paying her. Self
consciously she giggled. "You like licking feet?" A tremor swept through her when his
tongue slapped over her thighs and knees. "God, is this what Margo taught you?"
Nervously she giggled again, enjoying the dog's lazy tongue.
Her blue eyes leered at her own reflection.
She saw the swelling of her silver-dollar nipples, felt the ache the swelling created.
"I'd better get in the shower."
Yet, the pleasure of the dog's licking tongue kept her feet glued to the spot. She
couldn't move.
Diablo continued to lick, oblivious to the torment he was creating with his tongue. The
lust he was creating he understood and accepted as natural.
At Gloria's thighs, his tongue swiped over the elastic of her panties which clung to her
leg. He whimpered, then went around his trembling new mistress and stood in front of
her. He glanced up, his tongue hanging limply out, his tail wagging happily. He
whimpered as if begging for something.
Sexually overheated by the training sessions with Margo and now the idle licking of the
Doberman, Gloria bent down and petted the beast's head with a trembling hand.
"I suppose you want my pussy?" she giggled nervously. It was a mere joke, but the idea
appealed to her. Saying it out loud made her shudder. "You be good. I'm going to
shower now." She started to turn.
Diablo whined. He lifted his front leg and gently pawed her panties. He whined once
more, then placed his pointed snout between
Gloria's lush thighs. Both actions froze Gloria to the spot.
She looked down at the dog, her mind racing, trying to discard the bizarre sexual
thoughts. "Oh, my God. I mustn't think of things like that.". Her head was reeling and
she couldn't control it. Her feelings ran rampant.
Impatient to lick her pussy, Diablo barked, then raised a front paw again, catching it in
the elastic waistband. He pulled and her panties came down over her hips. A hint of
dark-blonde pussy hair peeked out from the waistband.
The surprise she had felt turned to shock. It boggled her mind. She didn't believe it and
discounted it as a coincidence, realizing that her lack of fucking these last six months
had made her definitely crazy.
"No, boy," she said to him, trembling as she spoke. "You'll rip them."
Diablo still persisted. He brought his head between Gloria's thighs, shook it, then
pulled out and pawed at her panties again.
She sobbed in frustration. The contact of his hard snout at her pussy mound was
overpowering. She wavered. She was dizzy with a passion that had been increasing in
strength for months, a passion that could not be contained with her fingers, a passion
that needed more, screamed for more.
She stared at the dog, weighing the possibilities, weighing the morality of it. "You want
my pussy?" she asked boldly. "You want to lick my pussy?"
Diablo whimpered his answer. His head shook as he remained seated in front of his
mistress. He raised a front leg, and he flicked his tongue out over Gloria's hand when
she shook his paw.
Wavering, not knowing what to do, Gloria stopped herself from pulling down her
panties. Still, she kept her fingers latched into the elastic band. She shivered in
indecision.
Diablo helped. He pawed the front of the panties, whining for a chance to lick fuck the
juices of her overheated pussy that he had come to desire.
Watching herself in the mirror, Gloria succumbed to the dog's whines and her
overpowering lust. She pushed the panties down. Diablo did the rest. She gaped in awe
as the dog's front leg came up and slapped the wet sticky crotch of the silk panties.
Barking, he pawed the panties until they were down below her knees. There, they
dropped effortlessly to the floor and the Doberman glanced up, his coal-black eyes
glowing with satisfaction. He barked, waiting for a pat of approval.
Gloria's knees shook. The dog had stripped off her panties. She still couldn't believe it.
She took a step back. "Ohhhh, God, what am I doing?" She dropped to her knees and
felt the dog's lean face. "I can't stop myself, Diablo. I can't stop myself."
Shaking with an overwhelming passion, Gloria jutted out her tits. Her hands cupped
them, offering them as a sacrifice to the giant hairy beast.
"Lick, Diablo," she crooned. "Lick." Swooning, she squeezed the pulpy meat of her
large tits. "Get them wet like you did my feet." She began to shake, afraid now that he
wouldn't do it. "Please lick."
Diablo did. His long tongue swiped over her full creamy tit, across the swollen pink of
her nipple and the hard tip. His tongue came out of his huge mouth again and again.
"Ahhhhh," Gloria wailed deliriously. Her tits were becoming wet with his slick drool.
"Ohhh, God, it's wonderful."
She swayed, staggered, then fell off balance to the floor. Rolling to her back, she
sprawled out on the floor – a willing sacrifice to the monstrous dog.
She lay vulnerable on the floor, her hands squeezing her tits, pressing the huge globes
of tit meat together. The bullet tips were peaked in swollen red.
"More. More." She hoped it wasn't by mere chance that the dog had licked her tits.
"More! Diablo!" Squirming in a passionate stupor, she prayed that Diablo would feast
on her sore swollen tits.
Diablo obliged the whimpering woman on the floor as he had been trained to do. He
straddled her luscious body, then slapped his tongue over the jiggling tittie flesh she
offered. Warm doggie drool washed each offered tit, each red-capped nipple, each hard
bullet tip.
Gloria went wild. She twisted on the floor, her long beautiful legs flexing, her ass
thumping against the bedroom carpet. She wriggled her upper body, reveling in the
dog's fantastic tongue. She was having her tits licked for the first time since her
husband had deserted her.
"Ohhhh, Diablo... Diablo... you're wonderful." Her flushed face was a mask of passion;
her deep-blue eyes glittered as total passion engulfed her.
Moving her frenzied fingers from the pulpy flesh of her tits, she touched the dog's face
while he continued to slobber his doggie spit over the ripe meat of her tits. She caressed
his long sturdy legs, his thick-muscled neck, behind his ear. Her fingers in his mouth,
she let him drool all over her tits and hands.
Diablo's balls began to ache. He growled, his cold wet nose between the twin peaks of
her jiggling tits. He began to nip the creamy flesh and attack the pointed tips.
Becoming aroused, he snipped the nipples with his front teeth and sent Gloria into a
whimpering fit of pleasure.
She never expected this much pleasure from a dog. Having suppressed her sexual urges
for so long, she couldn't have cared less that it was a dog giving her enjoyment. He was
a male, a male with a cock. His fabulous tongue was an added bonus that staggered her
passion-sopped mind.
She stroked his flanks with long caresses, her eyes taking in the sleek lines of his
powerful body. She gasped. Her gaze drifted to his cock. "Ohhhh, God... God, he's
getting hard!" Her mind spun.
She smoothed her trembling hands down his sides as he licked and chewed
methodically, gently. She touched the tip of his cock. Hot flashes raced up and down
her arm.
Diablo yelped, his mouth attacking her tits, belly, thighs. Warm drool dribbled into her
bellybutton on his way down her squirming body. He nipped her thighs, her wrenching
hips, her taut belly which rose and fell with each jagged breath she took. Then he took
one last nip on each hard nipple before the scent of her cunt grabbed him by the senses
and brought his hungry mouth to the vee of her open thighs.
Gloria arched her back, sensing what the animal was going to do next. She prayed it
would happen. Six months ago, Sam had eaten her cunt and Gloria had been reduced
to a screaming howling woman. She quivered in anticipation for it to happen again. It
did.
Diablo's tongue whipped over the puffy folds of Gloria's cunt. Hot pussy-cream flowed
quickly over his slapping tongue, and he weathered the frantic gyrations of the twisting
squealing woman. His snakelike tongue slithered through the wet folds of her cunt
again and was greeted by more slick pussy juice.
Gloria groaned loudly-whimpering moans of released joy. "Un! Un! Un!" she grunted
with each marvelous slap of his slippery tongue. The insides of her aching pussy seeped.
The spongy cunt walls pulsed against a hungry channel.
She squirmed her soft ass on the carpet. Her fingers frantically roamed the sizzling flesh
of her burning body. Kneading. Scratching. Squeezing. She was in heaven.
For the moment, she forgot about his growing cock and concentrated on the fabulous
sensations he was treating her to with his educated tongue.
Diablo dropped to his belly, his expert training showing as he diligently lapped up
Gloria's hot pussy-cream. The tip of his bluish-red tongue wormed into the puffy lips of
her cunt and went deep inside. He was rewarded with whimpering babylike cries of
total bliss.
"All the way," Gloria cried. "Tongue-fuck me!"
Diablo obliged. His tongue entered the scalding confines of her incinerator – hot cunt
hole. He lapped at the cushiony pussy walls that pulsed against his tongue in a
desperate attempt to capture it. The muscles of her pussy failed to capture his elusive
tongue, but the sheer pleasure of trying sent Gloria to spastic heaven.
"Diablo! Diablo!" She screamed his name as his tongue reamed her pussy.
She was overjoyed and slammed her ass up and down, her cunt receiving the benefits.
His tongue fucked inside her cunt as her ass thudded against the floor. She wailed.
"Deeper! Deeper!" She was amazed, overwhelmed at the depths his tongue was able to
reach. "Ohhh... deeper!"
As if he understood, Diablo reamed his tongue inside, flicking the tip into the steamy
tight spongy depths of her pussy. Buttery fuck cream oozed over his nuzzling snout.
Pussy muscles tugged greedily. His swirling tongue penetrated as far as it was able to
go.
Gloria brought her legs up, her feet flat on the floor. She clawed the carpet and jammed
forward with her hips, driving her foamy pussy into his snout. His tongue fucked deep.
Her clit banged into his nose. She whacked her cunt against him again and again. The
fabulous sensations had her creaming like never before.
Snorting from the oozing pussy-cream, Diablo responded to her fiery passion. He drove
his head forward, spreading the entrance to Gloria's cunt. His pointed snout stretched
and filled her pussy.
"Ohhh, God, he's fucking me with his head!" She could feel the powerful stretching of
her cunt to accommodate his snout. "Ohhhhhhh! Yessss!"
Diablo plunged his snout as far as he could. His tongue fucked deeper and deeper into
Gloria's humping body. He growled, drowning in the fuck juice that coated his muzzle.
Staying there as long as possible, he snorted, then pulled back, his muzzle coming out
of her trembling pussy. Growling, wanting to please his new mistress, he attacked her
pussy with his teeth, nipping the puffy folds of her sopping wet cunt as if they were
doggie treats.
Gloria felt the snipping teeth. She floundered on her back. Her huge tits jerked around
with her frantic gyrations. Her fingers curling under, she clawed herself, inflicting a
stinging pain for contrast. .It had been a long time since she had experienced this much
pleasure. She wallowed in it, writhing on the floor while the Doberman dined noisily
on her pussy.
He found her clit. The hard button had eased from its sheath, throbbing, ready to be
devoured. He snipped it with his teeth. Gloria screamed. He snagged it, shaking his
head. From his years of training and natural intelligence, he knew what to do.
He held her clit firmly, his teeth holding the bloated clit captive. He delicately chewed
the piece of raw meat. His rewards were the screaming moans of pleasure that quickly
followed.
Gloria's body jerked spasmodically. Animal cries of agonizing bliss were trapped
somewhere inside her. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out.
Her nipples felt as if they were about to burst. The cords in her swanlike neck tightened
as she strained for her orgasm. For the moment, ecstasy eluded her.
Diablo's tongue whipped over her clit and into her foaming cunt. He sensed in Gloria's
frenzied gyrations what would happen next. Her twisting jerking contortions made him
respond in kind. He attacked her bubbling pussy with renewed vigor, chewing, nipping,
his tongue beating her hard clit with stronger slaps.
Eyes bulged. Fists pounded the floor. Legs slapped the carpet in a frantic cadence.
Gloria's pussy exploded with an intensity that boggled her mind. She looked up at the
ceiling in disbelief. A dog was getting her off. It was heaven!
"I'm cumming! My God, I'm cumming!" Her orgasm grabbed her. "I'm cummingggg!"
Her body jerked in a feverish sweat. Her eyes rolled. Her pussy bubbled over with a
gooey fuck sauce.
Hard thrusts, twisting hips, then hard thrusts again bombarded the animal's fucking
snout. His tongue entered the woman's climaxing cunt and lugged out gobs of fuck
cream.
Each floundering move of her body was instinctive. Each erratic move mashed her cunt
into the beast's mouth. She hadn't felt this much pleasure in a long time, too long a
time. It was like coming out of a desert. The sexual famine had ended.
"Bite! Bite! Bite!" Hard twisting jabs of her hips slammed her juicy cunt into the beast's
hard muzzle. Her head snapped from side to side. Her blue eyes kept rolling.
As if being attacked by her pussy, Diablo responded by chewing and biting her oozing
pussy with more frenzied determination. Nipping bites on her gooey cuntlips and
snipping bites on her clit turned the beautiful blonde into a screaming twisting maniac.
Hot cum gushed from her spastic cunt. Diablo lapped it up between chewing gulps.
Cum flooded his flared nostrils, his giant mouth. He never stopped, having been
trained to please until commanded otherwise.
The Doberman's balls ached. His prick grew longer, thicker. His tongue beat Gloria's
clit; his teeth chewed it. His arduous licking tongue never tired.
Gloria's screaming cries of pleasure echoed in the dog's ears. Her body was contorted
with racking spasms. Orgasms, each one more devastating than the previous one,
washed over her and made her tremble. She grayed out, her blue eyes losing focus.
A piercing scream spilled from her drooling mouth in the next instant. Her body went
into a shuddering dance of jerks and twists. "Aghhhh! Noooo! Noooo!" The dog
wouldn't stop licking.
Gloria's body seemed to shatter as she crashed from the dizzy heights of her orgasm
.back to reality. A low mournful wail echoed from her throat, and she twisted to be free
of Diablo's mouth.
Passion spent, her cunt ultra-sensitive after the wild climax, the dog's mouth became
torturous, unbearable.
"No! No! No!" she shouted, clamping her legs together in a desperate attempt to drive
the dog away. She was unsuccessful. Diablo ignored her and renewed his attack. The
juices of her cunt were diminishing, allowing him to plunge his snout into her cunt
without drowning.
Blinking, driven out of her skull by the dog's persistence, she gasped, her mind trying
to comprehend it all. Somewhere in her mind, there was reason, sanity.
"Sit! Sit!" she managed to scream.
Diablo responded immediately, his mouth coming off her pussy. He sat waiting.
Gasping, free at last from his mouth, Gloria crawled to the bed. Her body tingled.
Intense pleasure still burned deep inside her body. After she caught her breath, her
mind began to think normally. She curled up on the bed and heaved a heavy sigh. The
meaning of Margo's words, Janet's words hit her all at once. Diablo was special because
of his talent for licking pussy.
"Jesus," she mumbled when the realization sank in. Her mind wandered to Janet and
her dog, Ivan.
He probably possesses the same talent. No wonder Janet looks so happy, Gloria mused.
A dreamy smile curled the corners of her mouth as she imagined all the pleasure Margo
received from training each dog to use his tongue as expertly as Diablo. She closed her
eyes.
Gloria comprehended only a part of Diablo's talents. The Doberman trained his eyes on
the bed and his new mistress, quizzically wondering when it would be his turn. His
training had called for it; it was second nature to him to expect relief and reward for
what he had done. Yet he didn't flinch a muscle. Although his balls ached and his cock
throbbed painfully, he remained seated.
First and foremost, he was an obedient pet, trained to protect his owner and to obey.
After a few minutes, he dropped to his belly, closed his eyes, whimpering fretfully as he
dropped off to sleep.
They both slept, Diablo in frustration, Gloria in satiation.


Chapter 4

Gloria stirred in bed. Her eyes blinked open. She wasn't fully awake yet and, as if it
were a dream, she relived the fabulous orgasm she had received from Diablo's mouth.
"Oooooo, damn," she sighed, stretching her naked body in complete realization.
"Damn, I feel good."
Hearing his mistress' voice, Diablo's head came up from the floor. His runt tail wagged
happily. His tongue slapped across his jowls where Gloria's cunt-cream still clung to
him – a reminder of what he had done.
She glanced down at her pet, not knowing the agony that was churning in his balls.
"You're a good dog, Diablo." Impishly she smiled, thinking of Janet. She knew now
what the mystery was all about. Stretching, Gloria reached for the phone to dial Janet's
number.
After three quick rings, Gloria heard her friend's familiar cheerful voice.
"Hi, Janet," Gloria purred. She was on her stomach, her elbows propping up her upper
body. "How are you this afternoon?"
"Waiting for you to call," Janet said anxiously. "How did it go today? Did you bring
Diablo home yet? Is he there with you?"
"It went perfectly," Gloria hummed. The memory of Diablo's tongue still burned in her
mind. "Today ended the lessons. Margo gave us both her blessing. Diablo came home
with me and he's here now. Does that answer all your questions?" It was her turn to be
mysterious, purposely omitting what she found out about Diablo. She wondered if Janet
would mention the dog's hidden talent.
Janet gulped. She didn't know how to ask if her friend had discovered the joy of owning
one of Margo's pets. "Is he on the bed with you?" Janet asked, subtly broaching the
subject.
"No," Gloria replied, stifling a giggle, knowing what her friend implied, but ignoring it.
"He's on the floor, resting."
Janet didn't know how Gloria would take it, if she were blunt. So, instead of coming
right out and asking, she decided to beat around the bush. "How come he's tired? I
thought he was suppose to be guarding you?"
"I think all the excitement of being in a new home made him tired." Gloria was dying
to tell her friend that she had sampled Diablo's special talent, but she couldn't find the
words. "If you're not busy, why not come over and have some coffee? We can spend the
afternoon talking about our pets."
Janet jumped at the chance. "I'll be right over."
Gloria hung up and scrambled out of bed naked. Her large creamy tits jiggled as she
slipped into a long terry robe and tied it around her slim waist. Then she hurried
downstairs to make coffee for her and Janet. She snapped her fingers, looking back at
Diablo. "C'mon, boy."
Diablo's ears instantly perked up, and he barked his approval, joining his mistress on
the way to the kitchen.
As coffee brewed, Gloria set the table, humming to herself. The gentle rapping on the
back door told her Janet had arrived.
"C'mon in, the door's unlocked," Gloria called.
Janet came in, out of breath. She plopped into a kitchen chair. Her soft brown eyes
turned toward Diablo, who was lying on the kitchen floor, his black eyes flickering with
a dim memory of the beautiful woman. A sigh escaped her mouth as she thought of
Diablo. "He's so damn gorgeous," Janet bubbled.
Gloria smiled. "I know." She poured coffee for them both and sat opposite her friend at
the table. "How's Ivan?"
Gloria saw her neighbor in a new perspective – soft brown curls framed her small
delicate features; sparkling brown eyes; a sensuous mouth that promised unseen
delights if one were lucky enough to attract her.
"Mmmmmm, he's perfect." Janet's brown eyes seemed to dance. "God, I sleep at night
better than ever. I don't have to worry about anyone coming in and robbing the house."
She closed her eyes for a second. "He gives me contentment."
"Is he talented?" Gloria asked.
A knowing smile touched Janet's small mouth. "Very. In every way. How about
Diablo?"
"Oh, I think you know about Diablo."
Gloria was smiling.
Janet couldn't hold back any longer. She bubbled, "Do I... God... he's fantastic! What
have the two of you done together?"
A tinge of embarrassment found its way into Gloria's face. "The same thing Ivan does
with you."
Janet looked at her friend, wondering if Gloria really knew all the things she could
share with Diablo. "You tell me."
"When I was undressing for a shower-" Gloria paused, her throat tightening. "He
started to lick my legs-"
"Go on," Janet urged. "And?"
"I learned..." Gloria gulped. "I learned that Diablo is a fantastic cuntlapper. He has
acquired a taste for pussy." Her cheeks burned, and she took a sip of coffee, her hand
trembling, holding the cup at her lips.
Janet smiled. "Did you like it?"
Setting the cup down, Gloria nodded, unable to say her feelings. They were trapped
somewhere in her throat. "Does Ivan lick you?" The words were barely audible.
"Forever and ever," Janet giggled, leaning back. She was relaxed, enjoying their
salacious conversation. "His tongue is a thing of joy."
"I know," Gloria said, finding it easier to talk now. "He tongued me so damn deep I
couldn't believe it." She shivered, remembering.
"Anything else?" Janet asked. She wondered if her friend had tried Diablo's fabulous
cock.
"I climaxed," Gloria said, not understanding what Janet meant. "I creamed... damn, I
couldn't stop. It was unbelievable."
"Oh, hell, I know that. Ivan's tongue is a treasure." Janice smiled hotly. "So is his cock."
"His cock?"
"Yes. Haven't you noticed Diablo's prick? How hard it is most of the time?" Janet felt
her nipples begin to swell and hurt. The conversation was getting to her.
Gloria swallowed forcibly. "I noticed, but..." She shook her head. "Tell me what you
mean about Ivan's cock." She was excited, curious.
"What do you want to know?" Janet teased her friend.
"You implied..." Gloria began hesitantly. "You implied something about Ivan's cock."
"I didn't imply," Janet said, enjoying her friend's discomfort, "I said it. Ivan's cock is
even more of a treasure than his tongue. Haven't you discovered that with Diablo?"
"You... you... mean you let the dog-" Gloria couldn't bring herself to say it. It was too
far out, too bizarre.
"I don't just let him," Janet said, licking her lips. "I beg him to fuck me. He's fantastic."
Her breath whistled out. "He's dynamite when he's ramming his cock in my pussy. You
think you cum when Diablo licks... well, wait until he fucks you!" She whistled. "You'll
die and think you've went to heaven."
Gloria's mouth dropped open in awe. "I don't believe it." She felt a lump forming in
her throat and sensed that the fuck juices in her cunt were beginning to flow. Her body
believed. "His cock. God!"
Janet nodded enthusiastically. "I fucked Diablo. His cock drove me crazy one hot
afternoon." She was enjoying herself more and more. Shocking Gloria was fun, and she
speculated, in the recesses of her mind, where it would all lead to. Gloria was beautiful
and sexy. She hoped it might lead to the bedroom, where they could share each other
and maybe make it again with the fantastic Diablo.
Gloria's blue eyes widened, her mind trying to grasp it all. "You fucked Diablo?" She
tried to absorb what Janet had told her. Finally, her thoughts taking shape, she blurted,
"Where, when, how?"
Janet laughed. "When I was taking lessons with Ivan in Margo's apartment. His cock is
bigger than Ivan's. In fact, I asked for Diablo, but Margo said that Ivan would be better
for me. She was right. Diablo would have fucked me senseless. Ivan is more my speed."
Janet licked her lips, her brown eyes smoldering, feasting on Gloria's neck and the
exposed flesh of her overripe tits where the robe had parted.
Gloria felt Janet's hot gaze. It turned her stomach to jelly. It had the same sizzling effect
on her that Margo's hungry eyes had had on her. "Tell me," Gloria rasped, "was Margo
there too?"
Janet nodded, her face glowing; the lust deep inside her pussy began to churn. "Margo
watched. She must think you're really special to have given you Diablo." Janet thought
for a moment before asking her next question. "Did you make it with Margo?"
"No," Gloria said, shaking her head. The movement opened the robe more. She didn't
notice that a tit showed, its red nipple peeking out. "Did you?"
"Every afternoon," Janet admitted unashamedly. "Just looking at her turned me on. I
couldn't resist. I was so damn hot and horny then. I mean, Christ, it had been a year
since Charlie and I split. You must know how I felt. You've been starving for cock since
Sam left. I can tell."
"Margo could tell too, I guess," Gloria said. "I didn't understand my own feelings at the
time." She was getting hot and knew her friend was leering at her tits. She didn't bother
covering up; this was going to be an exciting day, and Gloria had no plans to stop it.
"I wonder why she didn't make a pass?" Gloria speculated. "Shit, I was creaming my
panties every time I looked at her and feeling her eyes on me."
Janet giggled. "She's not pushy. I guess she figures, she doesn't want to offend a
customer."
"What about you" Gloria was dying to hear all the details. "How did you get to make it
with her?"
"Hell. I saw the way she was looking at me, and I asked myself, why not? I walked over
to her, told her how I felt and that was that. Jesus, when we went to bed, I was
creaming all over the place. I never made it with another woman before, and it was
fabulous." Janet giggled. "I'm still hot for cock, but pussy is a nice appetizer before
doggie cock." She leered straight at Gloria. "What do you think?"
Gloria was too hot to think. Dogs. Other women. It boggled her brain. She had thought
she knew Janet – now this. "I... I... don't... know," she stammered. "This is all new to
me."
"It's better than lying awake nights playing with yourself," Janet said, her voice soft,
hypnotic. "Ivan keeps me happy, perfectly happy. You have Diablo." She winked. "We
share them, sort of like dog swapping. I think it would be fun."
Gloria's gaze wandered over to Diablo, who was resting calmly on the floor. "I don't
know if I could touch him."
"Damn, the poor dog has licked you off," Janet said reproachfully. "You admitted it was
fantastic and now you say you can't relieve him?" She pouted, stood up, went over to
Diablo. "Remember me?" Janet purred, stroking his head. "I was the one who kept
screaming when your gorgeous cock was jabbing my pussy." She laughed. "Are your
nuts aching, boy?"
Diablo whimpered his answer, looking up at the beautiful woman. His round eyes were
pleading.
Janet looked over at her friend. "It's not fair to the dog. The first thing you should do
when he licks you off is give him a reward.
You wouldn't want him not to lick you anymore, would you?"
Gloria stared, not believing the conversation they were having. Slowly, she nodded in
agreement. She would never want the animal to stop giving her pleasure with his
fantastic tongue. "What kind of reward?" she whispered, already knowing the answer.
"Why don't we go upstairs and I'll show you."
As if in a trance, Gloria followed Janet. Diablo tagged along, his excitement growing.
The passion of the two women thickened the air. He sensed something good was about
to happen.
"On the bed, boy," Janet said, patting the rumpled sheet. "Up, Diablo."
The dog's eyes shifted from his new mistress to Janet, then he jumped up. His tongue
drooped out of the side of his mouth as he sat waiting for something to happen.
"Nice dog," Janet soothed, stroking the animal's glossy coat. She looked at Gloria.
Gloria's robe open, both tits blatantly on display. "You look almost as delicious as
Diablo."
Gloria blushed, but didn't hide herself. She was hot, excited, curious about all the
things Janet spoke of. Baring her smooth elegant legs, Gloria sat on a velvet bedroom
chair and crossed her long legs.
"I think," Janet said, petting the Doberman. "I think Gloria wants me to show her how
you should be rewarded."
Diablo slapped his fantastic tongue over Janet's pretty face.
"I think you do too," Janet said to the dog. Her body was aflame as she thought about
the next few hours with Diablo and Gloria. "Easy, boy." She nudged him. "Down.
Down."
Whimpering excitedly, he dropped to his belly, his head up, his black eyes glittering.
This he understood. His tail thumped twice as the muscles of his sleek powerful body
rippled with excitement.
Gently, her heart pounding in her ears, Janet rolled the giant Doberman to his side. She
gasped, her soft brown eyes delighting in his heavy ball sac and cock sheath. Sweet
memories of his cum flooding her pussy flashed through her mind.
"Ohhhhh, Diablo," she cooed, stroking his tender belly. "Ohhhhh, what a dog."
Gloria watched, fascinated. Her pussy dripped with a sticky goo. Fuck juice soaked her
thighs, oozed down her pussy slit to her ass, wetting the robe. She waited. For what, she
wasn't sure.
Gloria looked first at Janet, finding her petite neighbor very sexy. Gloria bit her lip,
amazed at her own thoughts. Her gaze traveled from Janet to Diablo's belly, where
Janet's fingers were urging his cock to appear from its hiding place.
"Ummmmm, here it comes," Janet cooed in delight. Her heart leaped into her throat.
"Here he comes!" Her fingers gently eased back the thick skin that housed his giant
cock, exposing part of his glistening red prickshaft.


Chapter 5

"I'm going to reward you for being such a good cuntlapper to my friend." Janet stroked
the animal. Each gentle smooth stroke massaged and squeezed, urging more hard
doggie meat to appear. "God, he's a giant!" Janet swooned at. the awesome size of his
cock. And his prick still wasn't fully grown.
Gloria gasped, her head reeling. Her tongue passed over her dry parched lips. Her blue
eyes were glazed over with a film of passion. "I should do it," Gloria whispered. She
gulped and stood, ready to reward her pet for the fantastic way he had pleased her with
his tongue. "Let me."
"Okay," Janet said, ogling Gloria openly. "He's your dog." She moved over on the bed,
making room for Gloria. "Hold it; you can feel his strength. It'll make you cream."
Gloria sat beside her neighbor. Her trembling hand touched the tip of her pet's cock.
Tentatively, Gloria traced a finger down the red glistening prickshaft. "Ooooo, Janet, are
we crazy?"
"Only if loving cock makes us crazy," Janet said, her brown eyes watching Gloria's
gliding fingers.
"A dog's cock... is it wrong?" Her fingers closed around the prickshaft. "Ohhh, he's
throbbing! Oh God, he's throbbing!"
Janet smiled.
Gloria had answered her own question.
"I'm creaming!" Gloria stroked the thick meaty cockshaft. Her pet Doberman raised his
head and whimpered. "He likes it! He likes it!" She was thrilled, anxious to do more.
Gloria sighed, her breath coming in raspy pockets of rushed air. "Ohhh, God, it's been
so damn long!" She massaged his prick with her fingers, totally engrossed in every hard
delicious inch of Diablo's magnificent prick. "He's..." Her mouth opened in stunned
awe. "He's getting bigger! Oh shit!"
"I know," Janet said, her voice hushed, excited. Her gaze locked on the tremendously
thick cockshaft. Memories of his prick splitting her pussy apart were in her lust-sopped
brain. "He gets bigger too; that's why I wanted Margo to sell him to me. His cock is
bigger than anything I've ever seen."
"I'm glad Margo didn't sell him to you," Gloria said. "He makes me hungry. My cunt is
soaked." She slipped her trembling fingers around the thick cockshaft and squeezed.
Her fingertips barely circled his prickshaft. "Ohhhhh, he's a damn tree trunk."
Diablo whined and jerked his rump. His educated tongue slapped over Gloria's face as
he fucked his cock through her tantalizing fingers. His huge balls-laden with churning
hot doggie cum-quivered against Gloria's hand, rumbling inside, the fiery heat building.
"Jesus, Janet. Look at his prick!"
"I am, I am," her neighbor said, drooling.
Gloria squirmed closer to her pet. Her fingers alternately squeezed and caressed
Diablo's overgrown cockshaft. She cupped his heavy balls with her other hand. "God,
they weigh a damn ton."
"Wait until you see him cum, and you'll understand why his nuts are so heavy," Janet
said in a whisper. "He squirts a fuckin' river."
"I believe it," Gloria replied. She was mesmerized by the size of his gargantuan cock.
"You gonna cum, doggie?" she giggled. A feeling of embarrassment came over her, but
she shook it off and passion took over. "Poochie wanna cum?" Gloria's hand tightened
around his prickshaft, then opened, softly stroking. Butterfly strokes on his cock had
Diablo writhing and twisting like a whimpering puppy.
The tense muscles of his sleek powerful frame twitched. His coal-black eyes stared
blankly, reflecting his animal lust. His stub tail thumped wildly, ineffectually, and he
tried twisting his head around to lick the hand that was torturing him. He was too
agitated and aroused to accomplish this simple feat.
"Ohhh, Janet. Look at him. He's hotter than me." Gloria's excitement was evident in
her tone. "Look at him!" She was out of her mind. Her robe had completely opened.
Her huge plump tits jerked as she stroked Diablo's monstrous prick.
Drooling, Janet divided her attention between Gloria's beautiful tits and Diablo's giant
cock. Her hand was between her own legs, swirling around her pussy through her
shorts. The flowing fuck juices – hot and gooey – moistened the terry crotch. Janet was
hungry, hungry for both of them.
Gloria was enthralled with her pet's red glistening boner. Gripping his prick with both
hands, she experienced the thrill of holding a cock again.
"I'm going crazy, Janet!" Gloria used her hands in a frantic manner. She thrilled to each
throbbing pulse of his cock.
"Lick his cock," Janet suggested hoarsely. "Let me know how he tastes." She was
rocking on the bed to a sensuous beat that was drumming in her head. Her nipples
ached; her pussy clutched hungrily against an empty hole. "Suck him, Gloria."
Gloria stared, numb with passion, her eyes focused on her sexy neighbor. "Suck him?"
She couldn't believe her friend would suggest such a thing. "A dog?"
Janet nodded eagerly. "Yes. Suck him."
"I couldn't," the blonde said, but already the idea was taking form in her mind. "I
couldn't."
"Remember how you used to suck Sam, feel his cock in your mouth?" Janet asked.
Nodding, Gloria continued to massage and torment the giant Doberman, thinking of
Sam's cock when it was in her mouth. Her throat constricted. It had been so long...
ages ago.
Gloria gazed down at Diablo's hulking prick. A shivery sensation attacked her.
"Diablo's cock will be better," Janet said, tempting her neighbor. "He's delicious and
loves being sucked. You can give him all your affection, all your love, and he'll never
leave you. Reward him with your mouth, Gloria. Show him your appreciation for
licking you off."
Gloria moaned, thinking of it. The room seemed to spin. She found herself wanting,
needing, craving Diablo's cock. Immediately, she dropped down beside him, the tip of
his red pointed prick near her mouth – a breath away.
Throwing herself wholeheartedly into sucking him, she gobbled his meaty prick into
her mouth. She closed her hungry lips around his fucking cockshaft while Diablo
yelped happily.
"All of his cock," Janet urged, creaming her shorts. She stared jealously at Gloria
sucking the giant dog's beautiful cock. "Suck it all into your mouth."
Eagerly Gloria responded. She dropped her hand from around his prick and shoved her
face forward, sucking with an insatiable greed.
Diablo lunged, backed by the brute force of his muscular frame. He fucked the entire
length of his swollen cock down her gullet with one plunge. A yelp came out of his
fanged mouth, the yelp of a crazed frustrated beast. He jabbed again, fucking Gloria's
face, the tip of his cock entering the tightness of her throat. He yelped again, his balls
churning their bubbling load of doggie jism.
"Suck! Suck! Suck!" Janet moaned in deep raspy breaths. "Suck him!"
Gloria did, savoring his prick. Even with his blinding jabs, she reveled in his cock as if
everything were happening in slow motion. It had been an eternity since she had last
tasted cockmeat. Now, she wallowed in the taste.
Gloria sucked hard, felt his throbbing prick stretch her throat. She whipped her tongue
over the fucking cockshaft and pointed tip, beating her tongue wildly over Diablo's
hard prickmeat.
He howled and jerked in pleasure.
Gloria savored each delicious fuck, savored the lightning speed with which he fucked
her gullet. Keyed for the moment when the dog would cum, she sucked with renewed
vigor, anxious to taste cum again. She wondered what doggie cum would be like.
Diablo, feverishly hot, pawed the bed with his front legs. His rump jerked frantically,
and he twisted on his side, desperately seeking a footing to fuck his hard aching cock
into the wet depths of Gloria's gulping throat. His thick muscled neck stretched as he
tried to gain a foothold. His speed, already blinding, became even faster.
Gloria stroked his jabbing rump and his hairy cum-bloated balls. She was ready for his
cum, ready for it to happen. She sucked with all her might, her cheeks drawn in tight.
Diablo yelped and fucked his cock farther down her gullet, driven by the need to cum.
She slashed her tongue around his relentlessly fucking prickshaft. She chewed his cock's
tough meat, sucked the steel-hard prickshaft, then repeated the sequence until his cock
was a blurring myriad of thrusts that took the gigantic animal into his orgasm.
Diablo howled his bliss. His balls ruptured like an active volcano. Thick doggie spume
rushed from his balls and shot through his prick. The steamy gooey liquid splattered
the back of Gloria's palate and oozed down her gullet. He fucked her face at a relentless
pace.
Gloria swallowed the never-ending streams of cum. Doggie jism gushed down her
throats His prick was fucking harder. Gushing squirts of doggie jizz turned into a
steady stream.
She drank his cum as fast as it spewed from the tip of his cock. She was unable to savor
the wonderful elixir. The thick fiery cum squirted too fast. It saturated her mouth,
throat, gullet. She couldn't swallow anymore.
At a fast clip, his prick fucked into her mouth. His groin whacked her face. His cock
fucked deep. Hot pulsing squirts spouted out of his prick with each horrendous jab.
The Doberman yelped, his neck straining, his body jerking spastically. His muscles
coordinated in a desperate attempt to plunder the tight throat that clenched against his
fucking prick.
"Ohhhhh, Gloria," Janet squealed. Her gaze was fastened on the cherry lips of Gloria's
mouth, on the fucking cock that filled her face, on the white cum that oozed past her
clinging lips. The dog fucked her face in a never-ending barrage of mighty thrusts.
"Ohhhhh, Gloria!" It was all Janet could utter at this fabulous moment. She watched
her friend suck the dog's cock.
Gloria's throat, clogged with doggie spume, clenched tightly against the Doberman's
prickshaft. She gagged on the fucking prickmeat, swallowing the sticky cum, but it
came out too fast. The huge animal tried to empty his aching balls as quickly as
possible. His prick never stopped fucking or squirting.
Gloria never stopped sucking. She met his wild thrusts. Her face came slamming down.
Her mouth devoured the feast of cockmeat and its spume with pleasure.
Choking gags filled Gloria's throat. Cum gushed from the corners of her cum-stained
mouth, then went down her chin, out her nose. The dog was drenching her in thick
soupy jizz. He was drowning her like she had drowned him.
She fed on the dog's fury, his spurting prick, his powerful frame, and his yelping cries
of ecstasy. She clawed his thighs, milked his balls, greedy for more cum. Her own pussy
was soaked and, with her robe being open, her cunt was on display to the hungry eyes
of her horny neighbor, who was watching it all.
Diablo fucked hard with his final stabs. His balls were mere empty shells now, and he
squirmed, anxious to free his prick from the hot sucking vacuum of his mistress'
mouth.
Howling in annoyance, wanting to be freed, he tore his prick out of her mouth. A thin
trickle of doggie cum splashed Gloria's lips as he yanked himself free. Sated, he curled
up on the bed and soothed his prick with his tongue until his cock disappeared inside
the hairy sheath.
Stunned by what she had done, Gloria looked at her friend. She licked her lips clean
and swallowed what remained in her mouth. A dreamy expression of unleashed passion
swept over her face.
"I never realized that I missed sucking cock so much." Gloria closed her eyes. A
tingling anticipation of what would happen next whetted her appetite.


Chapter 6

"Wasn't it great?" Janet rasped, watching Gloria and leering at her tits, her flat stomach,
the swell of her hips, her long legs, settling her gaze at last on the dark-blonde triangle
of neatly trimmed pussy hair.
Gloria opened her eyes and licked her lips. "He was delicious. I don't believe how good
he tasted... and his cum." She sat up, her huge tits bouncing. "Mmmmm, the best I've
ever had."
Gloria saw the hungry look in her neighbor's expression. It turned her insides to mush.
"Did you like doing things with Margo?" She was shaking and couldn't stop. Janet's
eyes were boring into her flesh, and she loved it. Sucking Diablo had heightened her
sexual awareness, and she was determined to sample and enjoy everything she could, no
matter what it was.
"Mmmmm," Janet hummed, "I loved it. I can still feel her mouth on my pussy, sucking
my insides out. Her tongue was like fire, not as long as Diablo's or Ivan's, but
fantastic."
Gloria listened, feeding her own lust with the experiences Janet was relating. "Did you
like sucking her cunt?" She was hungry for all the details, every nuance.
"Oooo, yes," Janet sighed, understanding what Gloria wanted from her. "I tongued her
cunt, and she tasted fabulous. Her clit was like a small cock and I sucked it hard." She
paused. "I ate out her asshole, reaming it with my tongue, and I chewed her tits, every
part of her gorgeous body."
Gloria closed her eyes for a moment, picturing the beautiful woman who had sold her
Diablo, her long black hair, exquisite face, fabulous body. "I'll bet she was delicious,"
she whispered, her mouth salivating.
"I'll bet you're just as delicious," Janet said, putting both their thoughts into words.
Gloria nodded, her body feeling as if it were being consumed with flames. "I'll bet you
taste delicious too," she replied.
Gloria slipped the robe off her shoulders, pulled it out from under her ass, dropping it
to the floor. She sat naked on the bed, hungrily looking at her neighbor.
"I'm hot, Janet. I want to experience it all."
"So do I," her friend replied. "I've been waiting for this ever since you told me you
wanted a dog for protection." Janet stood up. "You want to undress me?"
Gloria was hot as hell. She moved up on the bed and sprawled herself out on her back.
Her blue eyes were glassy, ogling Janet's petite body. "Let me watch you undress,"
Gloria suggested, her voice coated with a thick layer of passion.
"Mmmmm, I'll give you a striptease, then I'll make love to you like I did to Margo."
"I'm creaming just thinking about it." Gloria was touching Diablo's back, drawing
pleasure from his powerful frame and soft coat. "I'm dying to see you naked."
Janet eased her terry top up her body, exposing her smooth silky flesh gradually,
erotically, until her small perfectly shaped tits popped out. With her tits free, she pulled
the top over her head and tossed it aside. "They're not too big, but Margo loved
sucking and chewing on the nipples."
"Unnnn," Gloria moaned, enjoying the sight of her neighbor's pulpy tits and swollen
red nipples which capped the creamy flesh like cherries. The two creamy-white mounds
looked like they would melt in her mouth. "I'm going to love sucking those."
"I hope so," Janet purred. She skimmed her hands up her body to the mounds of tit.
She squeezed, her fingers curling under. "They're sensitive. My pussy creams all over
when my nipples are being chewed."
"I'm going to chew them alive," Gloria panted. "Hurry, take off your shorts. Let me see
your pussy."
Janet latched her fingers into the waistband of her tight clinging shorts. Brown pussy
hair came into view when she eased them down. The shorts stopped at her dimpled
knees, and she straightened up. She wiggled her legs, and the shorts fell in a whisper to
the floor.
"Oh, Janet," Gloria sighed, "you're so beautiful. God!" She was very aroused by her
neighbor's gorgeous body.
Janet turned slowly. Presenting Gloria with a fabulous view of her tight firm ass, she
bent over. Her fingers scurried around, parting the twin ass cheeks. For Gloria's delight,
she bared her wrinkled ass crack.
Gloria let out a low raspy breath. The next whoosh of air became trapped in her lungs,
then a ragged noisy sound came out at last. "I'm burning up just looking at you. C'mon
on the bed."
Janet wiggled her hips, teasing her friend. "Margo's tongue reamed me nice," she went
on, "right in here." A finger touched the tiny ass opening. "I love being tongued in my
ass."
Gloria swallowed back her stomach. "Come to bed, Janet. Let me taste every inch of
you."
"After I'm done tasting you," Janet said, straightening up and facing her neighbor. She
went to the bed and Gloria. Her sweet tits ached for a mouth, ached for Gloria's mouth.
She climbed between Gloria's outstretched legs. Her eyes studied her friend's moist
pussy. "You look ready to eat."
"I am! I am!" Gloria gasped, trembling. "Do it to me, Janet. I can't wait any longer."
She squirmed her soft ass on the mattress, her fingers gliding down her body, parting
the velvety folds of her steamy cunt for Janet's delight. "Lick me, Janet. Lick me like
you licked Margo."
"Soon," Janet promised. "Soon." The petite woman straddled one of Gloria's thighs.
"First, I'm going to bathe you in my pussy juice." She rubbed her juicy cunt over the
hot flesh of Gloria's thigh. Warm buttery pussy-cream coated the skin. "You like that?"
"Oooo, yes," Gloria moaned, lifting her leg and pressing it against Janet's juicy pussy
slit. Janet's hot cum felt fabulous-sticky and thick. "You must be burning up inside. It's
so hot on my leg." Again, she pressed her leg into her friend's squishy cunt.
"I am," Janet purred, shaking. She creamed Gloria in cunt juice, pressed her pussy tight
against her thigh, then leaned forward. Her lips were parted, her tongue flicking out.
"Kiss me."
It was the first time Gloria's lips had touched another woman. She went insane. With
the same greedy determination with which she had attacked Diablo's cock, she attacked
Janet's tender mouth and tongue. Her hands caressed the warm flesh of her neighbor's
squirming body as they kissed.
Janet crushed her tits into Gloria's softness. Bolts of sheer pleasure ran rampant
through her pussy. She rocked her hips, ground her cunt into Gloria's thigh, reamed
Gloria's mouth with her tongue. Her nails scraped delicately along the length of
Gloria's feverishly hot body.
Gloria felt as if she had been sucked into a stormy pool of swirling water. She clung to
her neighbor, being drawn in more, enjoying sensations of sex with another woman. It
was all new, exciting fun. Her head was spinning.
"Ohhhh, my pussy," Gloria gasped as Janet pulled her mouth away. "Lick my cunt."
Hungry for Gloria, Janet moved her active mouth over her neighbor's neck and
shoulders, then lingered on her tits. Her overactive mouth turned each mammoth tit to
a bright pink.
Gloria was staring at the ceiling, totally absorbed in the fabulous new sensations of
Janet's sucking mouth and licking tongue. She sighed. She squirmed. Janet's teeth
nipped her tittie meat. She was becoming dizzy. Her nails and fingers weaved through
Janet's brown curls, then her fingertips dug into the scalp, crushing her friend's
gobbling mouth into the soft resilient flesh of her tits.
"Bite! Bite!" Gloria ordered deliriously. It had been so long since her tits had received
the passion of a mouth. Not since Sam had left. She wallowed in every nip, every hard
suck, every slap of Janet's tongue.
Janet, hearing the urgent cries to chew and bite, complied. She attacked Gloria's
massive tits. They were pillowy, tender, delicious. Like a maniac, Janet chewed, bit,
sucked. Gloria's screams bombarded her senses and for a moment she went out of her
mind, frantically devouring her friend's tits with cruel bites and fierce sucking.
Whimpers and growls emanated from Janet's throat all the while.
The brown-haired vixen yanked her mouth away and glared lustfully into Gloria's
flushed and excited face. "I like sucking your tits. Now, I'm going to eat your sweet
pussy like I ate Margo's." Crushing her pussy into Gloria's leg for the last time, she
squirmed like a snake, mashing her cunt onto the leg. Then she slithered down her
friend's luscious body until her brown head of curls was between Gloria's sticky thighs.
"You look delicious down here," Janet said. "I can see all your juice oozing out of the
slit." She ran a finger up through her friend's pussy.
"Ooooo, Christ! Suck me, Janet. Don't tease! Suck my cunt. No more torture, okay?"
She arched her back. Her huge tits floundered with her movement as she gave her
friend her hot juice-sopped pussy.
Janet sank her teeth into the soft meat of Gloria's inner thigh. Janet held her teeth firm
and sucked. She turned the skin to a bright crimson.
Gloria howled and twisted on the bed, her thigh at the mercy of her friend's rapacious
mouth.
Janet released the tender flesh, then shifted to the other leg and clamped her teeth into
it. She sucked the inner soft flesh of thigh meat and made a red welt, then she pulled
her mouth away.
"Aghhhh," Gloria squealed in delight – a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Ohhh, God,
what are you doing to me?"
"Having fun," Janet said. Inhaling, she drank the sweet pungent aroma of her friend's
pussy. "I'm giving you a sample of what I'm going to do to your pussy."
Janet bit and sucked Gloria's thighs again, slower this time, luxuriating in the taste of
her flesh and the smell of her pussy. Her vigorous bites left wet reddish marks in the
sensitive flesh.
Gloria screamed, loving it, thriving on the heady blend of pain and joy. She swooned,
craving more. It made her shake to think what it would feel like once Janet placed her
mouth on her aching pussy. "Ohhh, God, you're not going to do that to my pussy, are
you? I couldn't take it."
"Oh yes, you can," Janet whispered softly, then placed her mouth to the puffy folds of
Gloria's cunt. The rest of her words were muffled as warm pussy-cream oozed over her
clinging mouth.
"Don't bite, don't bite!" Gloria cried, afraid of having her cunt chewed so sadistically.
Yet, in the same instant, she craved the exotic pleasure of Janet's gnawing teeth.
Janet ignored Gloria's empty pleas and sucked the velvety folds. She began to chew,
delicately at first, then increased the intensity. The sucking pressure and chewing bites
had Gloria screaming in joyous agony.
"Aghhhh," Gloria moaned. Twisting, she tried to escape her friend's brutal mouth. Her
cunt was locked in place. It was impossible to escape Janet's sadistic chewing and biting.
"Noooo! Noooo!" She beat her fists into the mattress. Her hips churned in tight frantic
circles. Hot buttery fuck ooze gushed from her pulsating pussy. Janet's face was bathed
in its creamy warmth.
Pain, pleasure, agony swept over the blonde. Her blue eyes gazed blankly at the ceiling.
It was whirling above her. She twisted and wrenched her hips, ground her cunt into
Janet's sadistic mouth, loving it. "Ohhhh, Janet, Janet, Janet! It's wonderful! Tongue
me!"
Janet's hands and fingers skimmed under Gloria's squirming ass. Her fingers dug into
the soft yielding flesh like spurs. Her fingernails seemed to puncture the tender ass
flesh.
Janet sucked with all her might and chewed the puffy folds of her friend's cunt – hot,
wet, slick with fuck juice. She was deliciously sweet. Then, her fingers tightened and
dug harder into Gloria's jerking ass. Her tongue went fucking into Gloria's steamy
depths, fucking deeper into her cunt. Mouth against cunt, fingertips digging into
assmeat, exotic pleasure fought exotic pain.
A high-pitch squeal filled the bedroom. Sudsy cream flowed from her pussy and
drenched Janet's face. Her back arched and her eyes floated around in their sockets.
Gloria was in heaven.
"Janet! You're torturing me! Oh! Oh!" Her hips bucked and her cunt went smashing
into Janet's gobbling mouth. "Oh, it's wonderful!"
Janet's head was between Gloria's lush thighs, her mouth locked on pussymeat. She
tongue-fucked the cushiony channel that pulsed erratically against her invading tongue,
then sucked the puffy folds of her cunt. Alternating pressure-tonguing, sucking; then
sucking, tonguing-lulled Gloria into euphoria. Then a rapacious demonic blaze of
chewing overwhelmed Gloria and sent the squealing blonde into chaotic bliss.
"Noooo!" Gloria cried. Lights flashed behind her fluttering eyelids. Janet's teeth were
nipping the sensitive folds of her cunt. "Don't bite, suck! Suck me!"
Janet ignored her friend's rantings and treated her to the exquisite joy of pain and
pleasure that she had learned from Margo on those torrid afternoons, after the lessons
with Ivan. Sucking deeply, Janet drew into her mouth a warm frothy fuck cream that
constantly flowed from the pulsing depths of Gloria's hot empty snatch.
"Make me cum! Make me cum!" Gloria was delirious. Her body was in constant
motion.
Janet darted her tongue into Gloria's boiling vat of pussy juice and prodded the spongy
cunt walls as they pulsed erratically. She squeezed the soft cheeks of Gloria's ass with
her fingertips, her nails clawing while her tongue fanned the flames of her friend's
passion.
In blissful agony, Gloria grabbed the meat of her own tits and mauled the soft pulp.
She pinched each nipple, crying out in pain, then moaning in pleasure the next instant.
Her fingers squeezed the meaty tit flesh, scratched it, clawed it. Crisscrossing lines of
red marred her creamy skin and matched the flesh of her ass, where Janet was wreaking
her own brand of havoc.
Janet fucked her tongue through the entrance to Gloria's succulent pussy, then plunged
deep, holding steady, thriving on the greedy pulsations that surrounded her tongue.
Creamy cunt juice flowed onto her face, down her chin, dribbling in thick gobs. Using
her tongue, she beat it against her friend's tiny clit. She could hear her friend's sobbing
moans of ecstasy, and it spurred her on.
"Make me cummmm!" Gloria howled in a hollow raspy voice. The sounds seemed to
echo from deep in her throat. "Make me cum on your mouth!"
This time Janet was willing to oblige her neighbor's rantings. She moaned, gasping, her
mouth sucking. She renewed her efforts to take her friend into her climax. Holding the
cheeks of Gloria's ripe assmeat, she sucked.
The blonde's cunt was humping. Gloria's clit was in her neighbor's mouth. She could
feel the nails of her fingers gouging the soft meat of her ass cheek, and Gloria went
wild.
With Gloria's ass in her stinging grip, Janet sucked on the bloated clit, almost ripping
the tiny piece of raw meat from her body. Her powerful suction power increased and
Gloria was reduced to a helpless whimpering woman, thrashing on her back.
"Oh God!" Arching her back, her neck straining, her eyes bulging, Gloria went into a
convulsive orgasm. The blood vessels lining her delicate throat looked as if they were
about to burst. "I'm cumming, Janet! Ohhhh, sweet Jesus... I'm creaming!"
Janet needed no announcement; she knew her friend was cumming. Where creamy fuck
juice had flowed before, a river of cunt-cream gushed now. It entered Janet's mouth,
gushed over her sucking lips and down her chin. Warm foamy pussy-ooze streamed
down the crack of Gloria's humping pussy, through the crack of her ass. A small sticky
puddle gathered on the sheet.
Janet drank the frothy fuck cream, savoring each gooey drop as if it were nectar. For a
brief second, she stopped.
In that fleeting instant when Janet stopped sucking her clit, Gloria shuddered, dropped
to the bed, and gasped. Flashing pleasure swept over her as she twitched in joyous
rapture.
Janet's violent sucking paled in comparison to her chewing. She latched her teeth into
the hard throbbing blood-gorged clit and mashed down on it, sending a screaming
twisting
Gloria back to the peak of orgasm. She held the tiny button between her teeth and
chewed avidly, vigorously, with sadistic nips. Her tongue lashed constantly over the tip.
Gloria went into jerky spastic fits. Wrenching and twisting, she contorted into every
conceivable position. Muscles stretched. Bones cracked. Painful pleasure tore at her
senses. She was cumming like never before.
Janet held her teeth clamped onto Gloria's twitching clit, riding with the fury. She tried
to keep from drowning in the deluge of hot buttery cum that bubbled out from the
scalding hot depths of her friend's pussy. Her own pussy ached for the same rough
delicious treatment.
Over and over again, Gloria climaxed on her friend's mouth. Her pussy, sore and
sensitive, exploded. She clamped her thighs around Janet's head, snagging her neighbor.
She ground her pussy into her face. "More! More!"
Clawing Gloria's ass and dragging her nails over the tight flesh, Janet gave her the
treatment she craved. As she sucked the bloated clit, her hands came out from
underneath her ass. She clawed Gloria's rotating humping hips.
Gloria's eyes rolled. "More! Stop!" She was insane, not knowing what she was saying,
or what she wanted.
Janet's head shook from side to side, her teeth almost wrenching the clit from her
friend's body. She beat her tongue incessantly over the pulsing clit and more creamy
goo flowed.
Gloria's legs, locked around Janet's head, tightened. Janet struggled, her head held
prisoner between the lush meat of Gloria's thighs, her mouth glued to her juicy cunt.
She drank what she could of the delicious fuck sauce. The excess went dribbling down
her chin and neck.
Each, at this moment, was a prisoner of the other – Gloria holding Janet's head in a
viselike grip; Janet holding Gloria's clit between her teeth. Neither relinquished their
hold. Neither surrendered.
Gloria's body stiffened under the onslaught of orgasms that attacked her. Her feet were
flat on the bed, her thighs were clamped against Janet's head, her back was bowed. Her
neck stretched and strained.
A low droning cry came out of Gloria's mouth, turning into a high shrill. The piercing
scream bounced off the four walls and almost shattered their eardrums.
For what seemed like an eternity, Gloria stayed frozen in the same awkward position.
Orgasms danced through her body.
In the next second, she collapsed. Her legs relaxed and freed Janet's head. A small series
of spasms shook her, then her all-encompassing orgasm left her free to breathe. Gloria
gasped. "Nooooo more!"
With her head finally free, Janet released Gloria's destroyed clit and came up from
between her friend's legs. She stared wild-eyed. "Did you like it?"
"Oh shit, it was fabulous!" She tried sucking air into her lungs.
"I'm glad. Margo showed me how to mix pain with pleasure." Janet climbed up on the
bed and straddled one of Gloria's thighs. "I've been dying to experiment on someone
for a long time. I really enjoyed doing it." Straddling Gloria's limp body, Janet dragged
her pussy over the sweaty flesh, leaving a path of warm fuck cream in her wake.
"I'm glad it was me," Gloria panted.
Janet moaned in response while soaking Gloria's entire body in gooey pussy-cream. She
climbed over her massive tits to her face. "Look at my pussy."
"It looks delicious. Good enough to eat."
Janet crushed her cunt down on Gloria's eager mouth.
Twenty minutes later, two exhausted naked women ran giggling downstairs to the
kitchen to feed their starving bodies.


Chapter 7

"I know what you're thinking," Janet said to Gloria, looking at the small red marks on
Gloria's body.
Gloria flushed with embarrassment. She turned away, ignoring Janet's remark, and
picked up the pot of coffee. Turning around, she went back to the kitchen table and
poured them each a cup of steaming black coffee to go with the sandwiches Janet had
made.
Janet touched Gloria's hip. Her finger traced a pattern along the silky skin. "Mmmmm,
you were so delicious."
"I'll spill the coffee, if you keep doing that," Gloria warned, her hand shaking. She
stopped pouring. "Please stop."
Janet giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl again. "Okay." She dropped her hand. "I don't
want my tits scalded with hot coffee.
Sighing with relief, Gloria poured the rest of the coffee, sat down, and attacked her
sandwich. The fantastic hour with Diablo and Janet had given her a ravenous appetite.
Watching her neighbor devour the chicken sandwich, Janet idly sipped coffee. "God,
the way you're eating makes me hot. It must be because of what you're thinking."
Gloria blushed again, swallowed a bite. "I'm not thinking anything." It was a meek
protest. "I'm just hungry."
"Bullshit," Janet said knowingly. "You're thinking about Diablo and his cock. You want
to fuck him."
Gloria's cheeks burned, and her eyes misted over. "Oh God, Janet."
"You want his prick deep in your pussy, I know it. It's been a long time since you've
been fucked."
"Too long," Gloria confessed. "I'm creaming all over the damn chair thinking about it."
The blonde nipped at her sandwich. Her face suddenly lit up. "Tell me about Ivan. How
often do you fuck him?" She chewed on her food, her flesh on fire, her pussy spreading
its heat to every inch, every nook and cranny of her body.
"All the time," Janet replied dreamily. "Every night." She heaved a deep sigh. "I never
intend to do without cock again. He's fabulous, not the overpowering strength of
Diablo, but fabulous nevertheless. He's always ready to fuck in the morning, afternoon,
or night." She winked at her friend.
"God," Gloria gasped, savoring each word, her mind forming a visual image.
"He's the perfect lover," Janet added. "I never have to worry about him running around
and cheating on me."
"I know what you mean," Gloria groaned, her eyes looking to the ceiling in
remembrance of the times her husband, Sam, had cheated. She spread her legs, then
patted her inner thigh.
Diablo moved under the table. His tongue found Gloria's pussy and licked.
"God, Janet, it's like having your own personal slave. He can do anything you want...
anytime you want. I can't believe it."
"Damn right," Janet agreed, watching the expression change on Gloria's face as Diablo
swiped his tongue through her pussy. "Sam wouldn't be licking your pussy at the snap
of a finger, would he?"
"Unnnn... no. He never wanted to eat me."
"Now you got your own personal cunt-lapper." Janet was leering across the table. "You
ready to end the famine and get fucked?"
Gloria nodded. "I'm shaking all over."
"Wait until he's pounding your pussy, you'll be shaking twice as much." She pushed
her chair back. "C'mon, in the living room. You can bend over the table and take him
doggie style."
"Ohhh, Janet. I hate to give up his tongue." She forced herself to stand and swayed for
a moment, her legs weakening. Diablo 'found her pussy again, and his tongue entered
the steamy depths of Gloria's sopping pussy. "C'mon, boy, in the living room." Gently
she nudged his head away from her cunt mound so he could walk. "I feel like a virgin."
Diablo followed his mistress, caught up in the excitement. His stub tail wagged as he
pranced beside the naked blonde woman.
Janet plopped on the floor next to the coffee table. "Here's where you lose your cherry,"
she giggled anxiously.
Gloria melted to the floor, more anxious than Janet. "I've done everything else today,"
she said, "I might as well get fucked."
"Shit, Gloria, you know you're dying to feel his cock inside you, pounding away."
"I know." Gloria touched Diablo's shiny black-and-tan coat. She reached under him and
massaged his weighty balls. "God, all that cum is going to be in my pussy." It blew her
mind. "Damn!"
"Like old times, only better," Janet added. "You got yourself a perfect fuck machine
here." Stretching slightly, Janet petted the Doberman's snout.
"I realize that," Gloria said, and she threw her arms around his thick neck. She
squeezed him affectionately. "You fuck me good and I'll eat your cock anytime you
want," she told him, looking him straight in the eye. "It's a shame he can't talk."
"He can fuck and lick, why spoil it," Janet said, laughing. "Get on your hands and
knees, you hot sexy bitch."
Gloria's eyes glittered at the suggestion. She got on all fours, crawled over the table and
crushed her huge milky tits into the smooth surface. "Yeah, I'm a hot bitch waiting for
my stud. Ohhh, shit, the table's cold." Cool tingling shivers turned her flesh to goose
bumps.
"Don't worry; Diablo will heat you up in no time." She caressed Gloria's smooth back,
the cheeks of her ass, and the back of her thighs. "You comfortable?"
"Uh huh," Gloria acknowledged, wagging her soft ass in the air. "Comfortable and just
a little bit frightened."
"Just like a virgin." Janet scurried a finger down through her friend's ass crack and
teased the wrinkled pinkish-tan asshole. "C'mon, boy, ream her asshole first. Make her
cry for your cock."
"Oh no. Just get him to fuck my cunt, that's what I want."
Ignoring her friend's remark and wanting to tease her more, Janet parted Gloria's ass
cheeks. "Lick her asshole, boy, give her a good tonguing."
"God, just make him fuck me," Gloria gasped impatiently. "I'm going crazy waiting.
Make him do it now."
"You'll have to wait; he's not hard yet." Janet began stroking Diablo's heavy sheath.
"He can lick your ass while I get him nice and hard."
"You just want to play with him," Gloria moaned. She shook her ass at the Doberman's
face. "Ooooooo!" Diablo's long tongue swiped up through her ass crack, stifling further
conversation.
The dog's tongue sloshed wetly up through his mistress' pussy. Warm foamy cuntcream 
clung to his tongue. He slapped it over the wrinkled hole of her ass. The tiny
asshole was soon drenched in pussy-cream and doggie drool. Over and over again, the
huge Doberman repeated the long sensuous lick over both Gloria's fuck holes. His
cock, being massaged by Janet's loving hand, began to extend beyond the hairy sheath.
His balls began to ache.
He yelped and burrowed his pointed snout between Gloria's squirming ass. His tongue
jabbed the ass-ring. He was agitated; Janet's stroking hand was the culprit. He plunged
his tongue into his mistress' narrow ass canal and jerked his cock through Janet's fist.
"Oh, God, Janet, he's in my ass! He's tongue-fucking my ass!" Gloria shoved back at
him, wanting more. She reeled under the exquisite sensations – Diablo's slapping
tongue and his slippery drool. "God, it feels like a snake inside me." Her blue eyes
rolled as her face turned red. "Oooooo, God, he's tongue-fucking my asshole. I can't
believe it!"
"Like it?" Janet gasped, feeling the strength of the Doberman's prick fuck through her
clasping fingers.
"I love it! I love it!" She wriggled her hips, reveling in her pet's fucking tongue. "Christ,
I'm creaming! I'm creaming all the fuck over! Get his cock in meee! Janet! Make him
fuck meee! Please!" Her screams grew louder and her pussy-empty and beating against
itself oozed milky fuck cream.
"Soon," Janet promised. "He's almost ready." She pushed his thick-skinned cock sheath
back until Diablo's prick was fully extended. The tip of his pointed prick seeped.
Janet swooned at the formidable sight. His prick was awesomely large, and the sight
bright back memories of the Doberman fucking and hacking away at her cunt.
"He's ready!" Janet said, her voice reverent. "Ohhh, God, he's ready!"
"Then help him fuck me," Gloria cried in anguish and with a hunger that had been
denied for months. "Make him fuck me now!" She raised her head off the table, reeling
under his fucking tongue in her pussy. "Now, Janet!"
Janet released Diablo's hulking cock. She hated to give his prick up. Then she slapped
the cheeks of Gloria's ass, ready to watch him fuck Gloria senseless. "Up, Diablo, up!"
Diablo snorted between Gloria's ass cheeks and came up from the dark ass crack. He
sniffed where he had just licked, then on command he mounted his mistress for the
first time. Overheated and highly aroused, he jabbed his cock madly at the dripping
pussy.
"Ohhhhh, God in heaven!" Gloria cried out. A mixture of bliss and fear attacked her all
at once.
Gloria felt his huge powerful body on her. His weight crushed her into the table. Her
tits were mashed into the flat surface. She moaned, frantically jerking her hips, trying to
capture his cock.
"He's not in me!" It was a whimpering cry of utter desperation.
Janet grabbed his prick and aimed it at Gloria's swollen pussy-hole. The next jab took
him to his balls. "There," Janet rasped. "You got him!"
"Yes," Gloria hissed, "yessss." Her cunt was stuffed with cock for the first time in six
months. She turned her head over her shoulder and stared dreamily at Janet, a lustcrazed 
gleam in her eye. "He's wonderful! Ooooo! God, he's splitting me apart!"
Her eyes drifted lazily to the dog pounding her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Diablo!" Diablo wailed an unearthly howl, his rump'
jabbing frantically. He fucked in and out of the buttery ooze that drenched his mistress'
cunt.
He clung desperately to Gloria's slender back, his front paws firmly in place while his
hind legs danced. He tried to keep his balance and fuck the blonde at the same time.
Stiff-necked and tight-muscled, he gave his mistress a brutal pounding, his thick cock
fucking through her buttery cunt. His hairy body blanketed Gloria's smooth flesh. Hard
lightning jabs. Loud yelps. Squishy thrusts. Juice from her pussy greased his lightning
fast cock. Snarling, another yelp escaped his mouth. Gloria's pussy was clenching
tightly against his fucking prick. Her hot wet cunt felt like it was squeezing him, trying
to milk his rock-hard prickshaft before he was ready to cum. His speed increased.
"Heaven! Heaven!" Gloria screamed. "Ohhh, Christ, Janet! Oooooo! He's fantastic!
Ooooo!" She slammed back at him, her ass meeting and colliding with his hairy groin,
her cunt filling with doggie cock.
Diablo whined and fucked harder, urged on by his mistress' clenching cunt muscles. He
gave her hard fast thrusts, fierce plunges. He fucked the deep scalding depths of her
pussy, his pointed tip spearheading the way.
The Doberman pranced, yelped, but kept his balance on his hind legs, his rump
jabbing, his front paws riding Gloria's twisting body. The cushiony muscles of Gloria's
squeezing pussy massaged his fucking cock.
"How does it feel?" Janet cried in a hoarse voice. "Tell me. Tell me." Her trembling
hand between the beast's legs, her fingers at Gloria's wet pussy, Janet could feel the
stabbing power of the frantic Doberman. He fucked using his brute strength, and Janet
could feel it.
"He's deep," Gloria gasped, finding it difficult to speak. "Soooo fuckin' deep." Through
passion-hazed eyes, she blinked at her neighbor, getting a faded image. "Oh, it's so
fabulous!" She went into seismic spasms, brought on by the fury of the dog's manic
stabs and by her clit being thrust into the edge of the table.
Her head snapped back and her eyes floated in a pool of white. The sensation was
overwhelming. Her tongue lolled out. She was at the dog's mercy and loved every
fabulous minute.
From the look on her friend's face, Janet knew what was happening – Gloria was in
bliss. Janet stroked Diablo's hind legs, caressed his slapping balls as they whacked into
Gloria's ass.
"Fuck her," Janet whispered to the dog.
"Fuck her like you did me." She sent the giant animal into a whimpering yelping frenzy
by scratching at his ass, driving a finger into his tiny asshole.
Diablo – his ass trapped on Janet's finger, his cock fucking in and out of Gloria's
pussy-went berserk. His lightning jabs increased. The fury of his aching balls drove him
wild. He howled, his cock fucking Gloria's cunt deeper, swelling larger, gouging the
spongy pussy walls.
Gloria whimpered and slobbered. Too long without a cock, she was overwhelmed,
overpowered. Her passion-sopped brain was useless at the moment, her body acting
only on instinct.
Her hips churned, the action grinding her clit into the wood table. Her upper body
twisted, mashing her overripe tits into the hard surface. Her head came up, her neck
straining back. Blonde hair whipped and slashed across her contorted features as her
head snapped from side to side.
"Ohhhhh! Oh!" Blankly, Gloria stared across the room. Blurred vision made the room
seem unreal. Suddenly, she went slamming back at the wild dog fucking her, battling
back, working magic on the fucking piece of doggie cockmeat that relentlessly ravaged
her pussy. Yelping howls from her fabulous pet Doberman rewarded her.
Gloria found herself floating, drifting upwards toward her orgasm. Her mouth opened
the next moment, and a scream ripped from her throat, then her head fell forward,
hitting the table with a thud. Drool oozed from her gasping mouth. Her orgasm was
taking her in its fiery clutches.
Her neighbor gasped, then jabbed her finger deeper into Diablo's jerking ass and
watched her friend rush into orgasm. "Cummm, Gloria, cum!"
"I... ammmmm!" Her body went limp, then brutally rammed back at the dog. "I'm
cumming!" She didn't believe the power of her cunt-ripping orgasm. It devastated her.
Her body went limp again, and she jerked to-and-fro like a rag doll. She took Diablo's
steady barrage of hard-hitting thrusts and her body convulsed. She pounded the table.
"I'm cumming! I'm creaming his fucking cock! I'm fucking a dog!" The realization
made her orgasm that much better.
"I know," Janet moaned, shivering in ecstasy. She knew the joy, the pure unadulterated
joy, that Gloria was experiencing. "Ooooo, I know."
Slamming forward with the power of his hard-muscled frame, the Doberman fucked
Gloria into the table, smashing her clit into the hard wood. The steady pulsing in his
cock became more demanding. Janet's finger in his ass became more tormenting, and
the stormy heat brewing inside his mistress' pussy was more than he could stand.
His balls erupted. Hot thick soupy cum gushed through his swelling cockshaft and
spewed out the pointed tip. Cum quickly flooded the scalding depths of Gloria's cunt.
His howling bark told Janet he was cumming, and the hot squirting cum told Gloria.
"He's cumming!" Gloria squealed. "He's drowning me!" She went into jerking writhing
convulsions. The hot doggie cum burned a path deep in her pussy. The fire kept
spreading until it encompassed her entire body.
They battled. The dog lunged. Gloria absorbed his powerful blow then drove back. He
smashed her jerking body into the table; she milked his spewing prick with her clinging
cunt muscles. Back and forth, they struggled. Their cries of ecstasy blended. Each sound
pierced the air around them; each exploding body fed the passions of the other.
Higher and higher Gloria climbed as orgasm after orgasm weakened her body. She
clawed the table top. Her hips rotated, her cunt full of doggie prick. She shoved back at
the cock fucking her, equaling the dog's fury with her own.
Cum drenched her pussy – hers and Diablo's. A concoction of doggie goo and pussycream. 
It oozed past her clinging cuntlips with each horrendous stab of Diablo's fucking
prick. It flowed in trickling streams down his powerful hind legs, over his balls, down
the backs of Gloria's thighs. The room seemed to shake under the fury of the two
climaxing bodies.
Gloria's passion consumed her; she grayed out. Her clit was raw, used up. The dog's
savage thrusts rocked her on her knees which banged her clit into the table's edge.
Agonizing shots of pain ripped through her each time Diablo slammed with his
spewing prick.
Diablo, growing stronger, picked up speed. He raced toward the end of his orgasm.
Totally in command, he fucked deep into Gloria's inert body and squirted his last load.
His next howl announced his completion.
Diablo twisted and growled until Janet pulled her finger out of his ass. His prick, still
formidable, popped out of Gloria's exhausted body and sprayed a little cum on the
backs of her legs. His long tongue slapped across his jowls as he jumped to the floor to
lick the tip of his shrinking prick.
Janet looked with a growing hunger at Diablo's cock, then at Gloria's limp body,
hanging over the table. Cum was oozing from her friend's pussy, and her mouth
watered. Janet plastered her mouth to Gloria's seeping cunt and sucked. Gloria cried
out for her to stop, but Janet didn't heed her friend's wishes and Gloria lapsed into a
fuzzy state of awareness, where everything seemed distant, blurry.
When Janet had sucked her dry of every thick glob of Diablo's cum, Gloria went sliding
off the table. She sprawled out on her back. "God, I thought I was going to die. He's
overpowering!"
"I know. Remember, I fucked him before you even knew about dogs. I couldn't move
for an hour after Diablo fucked me with his giant prick. Now you know why Margo
didn't sell him to me."
Gloria giggled. "I loved it. Maybe I'll watch him fuck you later."
"Tomorrow," Janet said. "Right now, let's go upstairs and sleep away the rest of the
day."
"Why don't you get Ivan? I can take him on." Gloria was staggering to the stairs,
lightheaded and deliciously tired. She giggled for no apparent reason, feeling wonderful.
Janet was following Gloria up the stairs. "Ivan's better off at home. I fucked him before
I came over. Besides, you're in no shape to take him on. He's not as powerful as your
dog, but he'll ruin you, if you do."
"I know," Gloria sighed. I think I'll sleep until morning."
"Not if I can help it."
Feeling the aftermath of what Diablo had put her through, Gloria was asleep on the bed
before Janet cuddled up to her.


Chapter 8

There was a noise. Then it was gone. The two women sleeping in each other's arms
never heard it. Diablo was a different story. His head was up at attention, alert, ready.
His ears strained to hear the noise again. He wasn't disappointed.
Diablo stood, then padded silently to the bedroom door. He had heard the noise again
and intended to investigate.
Entering the hallway, he searched the darkness. He was ready to pounce, prepared for
anything.
Gloria, wrapped in Janet's arms, heard nothing as Diablo padded stealthily down the
carpeted stairway to the living room.
Janet stirred, breathing deeply, holding Gloria's lush body tight against her own flesh
while she dreamed about Ivan and Diablo, both fucking her. Warm fuck juice saturated
her pussy as she dreamt.
A bark. A nasty snarl. A crashing lamp. Both sleeping women bolted upright in bed.
"What was that?" Gloria spoke first.
"Downstairs. I think it was Diablo." Janet's heart was beating wildly.
Gloria flicked on the light. "Goddamn. He must have knocked over a lamp, or
something." Angrily, she climbed out of bed, stuck her head into the dark corridor, and
called her pet. "Diablo! Diablo!"
Gloria heard growling. There was another crash. Diablo's teeth had clenched around an
ankle. The black-clothed cat burglar tried kicking the fierce Doberman.
"I'd better check on him," Gloria said, stepping into the hallway.
"I'll go with you." Janet jumped out of bed.
Gloria was brought up short by a howling voice. She sucked in her breath. "The
burglar!"
"I think Diablo has him!" Janet gasped, excited and frightened, hearing noises but
seeing only darkness.
Diablo didn't have him. The burglar had kicked the dog loose and tried to run, but
Diablo sprang into the air, over the couch. Four giant legs pounced on the burglar from
the back and Diablo smashed the intruder to the floor. The burglar struggled for his
life, but was only able to turn over to his back.
The dog's hot breath, his gleaming white fangs set inside a snarling dangerous jaw told
the burglar it was all over. The intruder wondered if there were a choice between being
chewed alive or taken away by the police.
It was in this position that Gloria and Janet found the dog and the burglar as they
switched on the living room light.
"Oh, my God!" Gloria gasped. She went around the couch, where she saw movement.
"He's got the burglar!"
Janet came quickly to her side. Both naked women glared down at the figure Diablo
was straddling. Masked, dressed in black, the figure presented little danger to the two
women – Diablo had everything under control.
"I'll call the police," Gloria said, stunned.
"Maybe we should let Diablo have him," Janet teased. "He looks like he'd make a nice
meal."
"Maybe you're right," Gloria said, playing along. "It would serve him right for trying to
rob me." An unusual thought made her giggle. "We're both naked. It would be fun to
tease him with our bodies, then turn him over to the police."
"Unless Diablo doesn't leave anything for the police," Janet giggled faintly.
"Are you two crazy!" the frightened burglar cried. Terrified eyes stared out of a black ski
mask.
"Hey, it sounds like a woman," Gloria said, a surprised tone in her voice. She observed
the figure on the floor more closely. "Damn, I think it is."
Janet saw it too. The figure looked too small to be a man. A new idea raced around in
Janet's overactive brain. "Let's find out for sure."
Gloria agreed wholeheartedly. "I'm going to take off your mask," she told the burglar.
"If you move just one muscle, my dog will rip off your face. You understand?"
The silent figure nodded almost imperceptibly.
Gloria knelt beside the frightened figure.
Her tits jiggled with a bounce. She didn't care that she was naked. She was too excited
to think about covering up.
Gloria stroked her pet Doberman's sleek back. "Good, boy," she praised. Catching a
burglar was having a strange effect on her; she found she was getting hot.
Appreciatively, she praised her dog. "Good, Diablo."
Diablo's concern was focused on the figure underneath him. He snarled at the captured
woman, enforcing his authority over her.
Gloria grabbed the wool mask, snatched it off the shivering woman's head. The burglar
was a young woman, about eighteen or twenty, with thick red hair that fell loosely
about her face.
Gloria was pleasantly surprised. "You're very pretty."
The girl's eyes narrowed into slits. They were filled with hate, contempt. "So? How
about getting your damn dog off me."
"Sorry, but I can't do that right now." She looked up at Janet, who was sitting
comfortably on a chair, planning the fun they would have with the burglar before
turning her over to the police.
"She's pretty all right," Janet concurred. "Let's find out if she's got a nice body to match
the face."
Gloria's eyes glimmered. "Sounds like a great idea." Janet's unspoken thoughts of what
they would do with the young girl filled her head as if she had verbally communicated
with her neighbor.
The frightened burglar stared at them, her wary eyes shifting from one lush naked body
to the other. Her gaze then locked on the huge dangerous-looking beast who had
pinned her to the floor and was still snarling.
"Get the dog off me," she said. Her tone changed abruptly when the Doberman's
vicious snarl grew louder. "I'll strip. Just get the dog off me." She was desperate and
willing to do anything in hopes that they wouldn't call the police, or sic the Doberman
on her.
"How about that?" Janet cooed from her chair. "We got a willing partner... for the rest
of the night." She sprang to her feet. "I'll be right back. I think Ivan might want to jom
the party." Her tits bobbed as she ran into the hall, grabbed a trench coat, draped it
over herself and ran out into the night.
"Who's this Ivan?" the frightened girl asked. "Her husband?"
Gloria gave a slight laugh and sat on the couch, confident that Diablo had full control.
"Ivan's her dog. We each bought one to protect us from being robbed by people like
you. It worked."
The girl frowned. "You wanna take him away? I won't run off."
Gloria snapped her fingers and commanded, "Heel, Diablo, heel."
Without a second's hesitation, the Doberman went to his mistress and squatted beside
her. His coal-black eyes were trained on the burglar. He snarled, showing his perilous
teeth, reminding her of what could happen.
"Can I sit up now?" the girl asked Gloria.
"You better do it slow."'
Inching back a little at a time, the girl found a chair and leaned against it, still
remaining on the floor. Her eyes gave the room a cursory glance, trying to discover a
way out of the house before the dog could get to her.
"There's no way," Gloria told her, sensing what the girl was doing. "One move and
Diablo will be all over you before you can blink."
Th girl gulped, staring at the Doberman, knowing it was true. "Why is your friend
getting her dog?"
"We're going to have a party, and you're the guest of honor." Gloria laughed. "If it
wasn't for you, we would never have bought our dogs."
Janet came rushing into the living room with
Ivan by her side. "How's our prisoner?" She peeled off the coat, plopped beside Gloria
on the couch. After Ivan seated himself beside his mistress, he stared intently at the girl
on the floor.
"I was just telling our new friend how grateful we are for selecting our neighborhood to
rob."
Janet leered at the girl. "You've opened up a whole new world for us." Janet wore a
sneering grin, thinking about the fun they were going to have. "Tonight we're going to
show our appreciation." She laughed and Gloria joined in.
Quizzically, the girl stared at the two naked women on the couch. Then she looked at
their dangerous pets. "I didn't take anything," the girl defended herself. "How about if I
just leave? I'll never do anything like this again... okay?"
"I don't think so," Gloria said, smiling viciously. "We haven't shown our gratitude for
what you've done."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I never did anything for you." She was baffled,
but, most of all, frightened. The two women posed no threat – they were crazy. Their
dogs were another story.
"You'll see," Janet said. "Stand up and give us a look at what's under those ugly
clothes."
"Then can I go?" the girl asked, hoping to strike a bargain.
"We'll see," Gloria put in, purposely giving the girl a ray of hope. "Get up slow and
give us a nice sexy strip." She was thrilled with the power that she wielded over the girl
and was looking forward to an exciting night.
Her gaze on the dangerous-looking dogs, the girl got to her feet. Diablo and Ivan both
snarled, exhibiting their fangs, their upper lips curling, quivering. The girl was visibly
terrified. "Can't you put those dogs in another room?"
"Can't do that. They're as much a part of our party as you are." Bending over slightly,
Gloria petted Diablo's head. "Take off your clothes and tell us your name."
"It's Terry," the girl whispered meekly, her voice wavering with fright. Trembling
fingers slowly pulled the black sweater over her head of red hair. She saw the way the
women were leering, and she found herself becoming aroused. Still frightened, she
pulled open the tight black pants and pushed them down her legs. They dropped to the
floor, and she stepped back. A shiver raced through her body as the giant Doberman
snarled.
"You're very pretty," Janet said in a husky tone.
"Diablo is going to like you." Gloria's pussy was moist; she was enjoying the power she
had over the girl. "Let's see how nice you look completely naked."
Willing to do anything to stay out of jail and prevent her limbs from becoming food for
the giant hairy beasts, she nodded. Her eyes flickered with fear and excitement. She
peeled off her bra and skimmed down her panties. "Do I meet with your approval?" the
girl asked, after discarding her underwear.
"Very much so," Gloria answered, parting her own legs. Hot as hell, she openly
caressed her moist pussy, shivering in joy. "Turn around and show us your ass."
Her back to Gloria and Janet, the girl trembled. She was also hot and didn't understand
why. She stood waiting for her next order, not knowing what they would want, but
making a good guess. She smiled inwardly. If sucking these beautiful women meant
freedom, she didn't mind. A tingling inside her cunt told her that she would enjoy the
new sexual experience. "Is there anything else you want?" The girl's soft voice sounded
subservient.
"Don't move," Janet said to the girl. She tapped Ivan's flank. "Go on, boy."
Ivan went to the naked stranger. His cold wet nose skimmed the back of Terry's leg.
"Oh no," Terry cried, paralyzed in freezing terror. "Don't let him bite me... please!" She
began to shake, incapable of controlling her nerves. "Take him away... please." Tears
spilled down her cheeks. Her bottom lip quivered violently.
"He won't bite, if you do what you're told," Gloria informed the shaking girl. "He just
wants to get to know you better." Gloria cupped her own tits and squeezed the pulpy
sensitive flesh. "Unnnmmm, spread your legs, Terry. Let him get a whiff of your cunt.
It must be sweet as hell."
Scared out of her mind, Terry obeyed. She believed that, at any moment, the giant
wolfhound would sink his sharp teeth into her. Trying to bring her trembling body
under control, she failed. She closed her eyes tightly, holding her breath, waiting for
him to take a chunk out of her.
Ivan slapped his tongue over one of Terry's thighs. His nostrils flared, picking up the
scent of the girl's fear. He walked around her, his tongue gently swiping over her taut
belly, then down into the curly hair of Terry's pussy.
"He's going to bite me! He's going to bite me!" Terry sobbed, her voice quavering with
fear. Her legs almost buckled from the strain. "He's going to bite!" Tiny fingers were
clenched together into fists by her side.
Gloria smiled. "Maybe next time you decide to rob someone, you'll make sure they
don't have a dog." She made smacking sounds with her tongue and lips. "Go on, boy."
She patted Diablo's side. "Go to her."
Anxious to taste the stranger, Diablo went to her. He sniffed, acquainting himself with
the new scent.
With two giant dogs licking and sniffing her naked body, Terry began to sob
hysterically, her eyes brimming over with tears. "Please," she begged, her legs
trembling, barely able to hold her up. "Take them away."
Diablo barked, voicing his authority and gently nipping one of Terry's soft ass cheeks.
"Agggh," Terry cried, believing this was it. She was going to be chewed alive, brutally
maimed. The room whirled. She swayed and grayed out. "Nooooo." Her eyes rolled
loosely in their sockets. Falling to the floor, she fainted. Both dogs backed away for a
second.
Unconscious, the girl lay sprawled out on the floor, unaware that both dogs were
licking her body, enjoying the taste of her flesh.
Diablo nuzzled his snout between the girl's legs, catching the scent of her cunt. He
whipped his long tongue up through her pussy, repeating the action until he had her
pussy soaked with doggie spit. Her dark-red cunt hair was drenched with it and her
cuntlips were coated with the foamy froth.
Ivan settled for the upper part of Terry's inert body. His tongue wet the soft jellied
mounds of Terry's small tits and their rosy nipples. He dedicated his attention to each
creamy mound, enjoying the taste of the new girl. Once he drenched her tits in his
doggie drool, he licked her shoulders, neck, and face. His tongue entered her mouth,
then plunged into her throat.
Terry stirred, gagging on his tongue. She came out of her faint gasping. A sound
erupted from her throat – a chilling cry of fear which stayed partially trapped. She saw
Diablo licking her pussy and felt his slapping tongue. She saw Ivan standing above her,
licking her face, and she almost fainted again.
"If you relax," Janet suggested, "you'll enjoy yourself a lot more. They won't bite you.
They might do a lot of other things, but they won't hurt you, unless Gloria or I tell
them to."
Terry didn't believe her. She knew it would only be a matter of time before they tired of
this game and commanded the dogs to attack. The girl's eyes still pleaded. "I'll eat you
both... anything... just take them away."
Gloria liked having a slave, even if only for a short time. "Sounds good to me," she
cooed, her hand between her legs, stroking her own cunt. "You ever eat pussy before?"
"No, but I'll do it to both of you." Terry was hopeful. She felt that the two women were
responding to her suggestion, and it gave her a small amount of courage. "I'll lick your
cunts, your assholes; you can lick me. I'll do anything you want. My boyfriend says I
can suck like a pro. Take the dogs away and I'll suck you both." She prayed they would
accept her offer.
"We don't have cocks," Janet teased, licking her lips.
"I'll suck out your cunts just as good," Terry pleaded, cringing each time one of the
dogs licked her. "Please give me a chance. I know I can please you both. Just give me a
chance to prove myself."
"Since you say that you suck cock so great," Gloria began, "why not suck off one of our
dogs to prove yourself. If you do a good job, then you can eat my cunt." Gloria was
getting hotter by the second exercising her power over the girl.
Terry glanced up from her position on the floor. Her face screwed up in disgust. "No!
No! Let me eat you! Please!"
"My dog," Janet snapped. "Suck Ivan's cock." Her eyes flared. "Do it!"
Sickened by their suggestion, Terry remained frozen to the floor, suffering the
frightening slaps of the dogs' tongues. The girl shook her head. Her face was stained
with tears and doggie drool. "No, not that!"
Gloria stood, stretched out her naked body. "You have to," she told the girl, her soft
voice laced with authority. "We want you to enjoy the same pleasure that we do. Since
it was because of you that we bought the dogs to begin with."
Gloria padded out of the living room and returned a moment later with a thick leather
belt. "You enjoy being whipped?"
Appalled, Terry shook her head violently. "No."
"You want us to sic the dogs on you?" It was Janet's turn to threaten, except her tone
was laced with passion and a perverted desire to watch Diablo and her Russian
wolfhound ravage the scared young girl.
"No," the girl cried.
"Then suck Ivan's cock," Gloria warned.
She looked down at Diablo feasting between Terry's long legs. "Diablo, heel!"
Diablo came up from Terry's cunt mound. Licking his chops, he obeyed, knowing
something exciting was about to happen. He sensed it in the air – the fear, the lust.
"You better do as we say," Gloria warned again, feeling a growing desire to belt Terry's
ass with the leather strap. "Eat Ivan," Gloria ordered.
"No," Terry cried, thankful that at least one animal had moved away. "No, I can't do
it."
"Heel, Ivan!" Janet's voice was strong. "Ivan, heel!"
Ivan went to his mistress and dropped to his belly, resting his head on his front paws.
He stared at the stranger on the floor, his upper lip curling in a snarl. He knew he
would have his chance.
"Get over here," Janet ordered.
Terry believed she had a reprieve and she was prepared to give the woman a sucking
she would never forget. "Yes," the girl cried in relief, crawling on her hands and knees.
Stopping in front of Janet, she stared at her cunt, saw the red glistening gash. She
shuddered at what she was about to do.
With Terry's ass on display, Gloria stepped behind the girl. She raised the strap and
whacked it across her small ass. A loud crack was followed by a piercing howl of pain.
A red slash marred the girl's ass cheeks. Another loud crack of the leather strap, then a
scream and another red scar on Terry's burning ass.
"You ready to suck some doggie cock?" Gloria asked, her eyes bright, her lips upturned
in a malicious smirk.
"No!" Terry cried, burying her face between Janet's legs in hopes that sucking her
would stop Gloria from beating her. Terry plastered her mouth against Janet's pussy
and sucked.
"Oooooo, Gloria, she's great!" Janet went into spasm. "God, she's sucking out my
Goddamn insides." She ground her cunt into Terry's avid mouth, reveling in the girl's
frantic sucking.
Gloria watched for a moment, then lashed the belt over the girl's ass again. The third
whack left a red blistering welt.
"Suck the dog!" Gloria ordered.
Terry's anguished cry was muffled in Janet's pussy. She kept sucking as if her life
depended on it, hoping Janet would stop Gloria's brutal whipping. Terry sucked,
swirling her tongue over Janet's hard bloated clit, and the woman's whimpering
response gave her hope.
Her hope was groundless. Janet had no intention of stopping Gloria.
The leather belt slapped Terry's ass again and again. "Suck him, or I'll sic Diablo on
you!" Gloria said with enjoyment.
Janet was creaming. Her pussy, overflowing with a gooey fuck sauce, flooded the girl's
rapacious mouth. She whimpered, humping. Blissful orgasms washed over her hot
excited body. "Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!"
Terry never stopped sucking.
Gloria snapped her fingers. "Diablo! Bite! Bite!" She pointed to the welts on Terry's ass.
"Bite!"
Diablo snarled, then attacked the vulnerable flesh of Terry's body. He nipped the red
flaming cheeks, thighs, and calves. His hard nips were painful, but not enough to break
the skin.
Screaming in painful torment, Terry pulled her juice-drenched face away from Janet's
creaming pussy and tried to crawl away from the ferocious beast who was biting her.
"No! No! No!"
Diablo followed her. He continued his attack of nips, his snarling face going to any part
of her body he could get between his teeth. Still, he didn't maim.
"You ready?" Gloria panted, turned on by the situation. "You ready to eat cock, or does
my dog start tearing your flesh bit by bit."
Terry saw in the glare of her blue glittering eyes that this woman meant it. There was
no other choice. Numb with fear, she nodded.
Gloria smiled with satisfaction. "Heel, Diablo." The Doberman went to her side. "Good,
boy." Gloria petted his large head, soothing the aroused beast with loving strokes of her
hand.
"Damn," Janet sighed. "She can sure suck!" Slipping off the couch to the floor, she sat
beside Ivan. "Lie still," she soothed, rubbing his silky coat. "Easy, boy. You're gonna get
a nice suck."
Terry looked at the animal she was about to eat and became sick. Her stomach turned
sour. Then she looked at Diablo and the belt in Gloria's hand. She sniffed back her
tears and inched over to the Russian wolfhound lying quietly on his side. She had
already suffered enough.
Janet leaned against the couch. "Talk to him and pet him first. You're just going to love
his cock."
Terry gulped back her rising fear and revulsion. She touched the dog with a tentative
hand. She couldn't speak. Fear clogged her throat. She petted Ivan as directed.
"Don't take too long," Gloria warned. "Unless you want a few permanent scars on your
pretty body."
Terry understood. She placed her hand on Ivan's belly, touched the sheath that housed
his cock, felt the hard knot inside and panicked. She fought it and massaged the dog's
cock sheath and belly. The red-tipped prickhead began to peek out from the hairy
covering.
"You're doing just fine," Gloria said, "but you better start using your tongue." Her gaze
was locked on Ivan's growing cock.
Terry glanced up. "Can't I just play with him?"
"No," Janet said firmly. "You said that you were a great cock sucker. Prove it." She
pushed Terry's head down, the tip of Ivan's prick at her mouth. "Suck, or Gloria will
order her Doberman to rip you to shreds."
Terry sobbed and closed her eyes. Her quivering lips touched the shiny tip of Ivan's
cock. She was going to be sick, but she kept her head there.
His prick touching warmth, Ivan jerked his rump, fucking his prick into Terry's mouth.
Yelping, he squirmed on his side. The tip of his cock banged against Terry's teeth, and
he whined in protest, anxious to sink his aching prick in the heated wetness of the girl's
mouth.
Gloria was standing above them. She kicked Terry's legs apart, encouraging Diablo to
lick the young girl while she dined on Ivan's prick. "Keep 'em spread," Gloria ordered.
Terry wasn't going to argue. The dog's cock fucking her mouth kept her frozen to the
spot. Frightened, confused, she opened her mouth and accepted Ivan's prick.
Reluctantly, she sucked, knowing what would happen if she didn't.
Ivan howled his approval at finding Terry's throat. His prick swelled, felt the throat
muscles of the girl's gullet. She was tight, hot, wet. Saliva coated his aching prick as he
fucked into her throat. His rump hammered the floor; he fucked his cock rapidly in and
out of the girl's mouth. His cock grew with each wild pump.
Experienced at cock sucking, Terry accepted Ivan's hot fucking cock. The thick
throbbing length of his cock stretched her tight throat. He was fucking hard and fast
like she had never before experienced. It rocked her senses.
Diablo was between the girl's legs, and she felt his tongue swipe through her cunt. The
jabbing cock in her mouth, the slapping tongue on her pussy made her mind reel
deliriously.
"Jesus Christ!" Gloria gasped, watching intently as Terry feasted on Ivan's stabbing
cock. Her gaze traveled down Terry's body to her parted legs, where Diablo was dining
on the girl's cunt. "Goddamn!"
"Makes me cream," Janet moaned, stroking Ivan's flank. "She's fantastic!"
Terry could hear their moaning voices and was encouraged. The repulsion she had felt
earlier was gone. Her body, before her mind realized it, was reacting to Diablo's tongue
on her cunt and Ivan's prick in her mouth. She was accepting it. Her pussy began to
seep a sticky goo. Her hips began to undulate in rhythm to the Doberman's tongue on
her pussy.
She marveled at the power and speed of the Russian wolfhound. Her throat gurgled,
welcoming his fucking prick. The dog's prick was no different than her boyfriend's
cock. A cock was a cock, and she loved cock.
"She's enjoying herself," Gloria said, dropping to her knees. "See how she's moving her
hips. Diablo's tongue could melt an iceberg." Her hand smoothed along Diablo's
smooth back.
"Having Ivan fuck your face is a turn-on," Janet added. "I know. I do it to him every
morning.
With her fear of being maimed gone, Terry relaxed more and more. She was jamming
her cunt into Diablo's snout as hard as Ivan fucked her gullet.
Ivan was jerking on his side. The girl sucking his cock was driving him to cum. He
dropped his head to the carpet after looking at her. His pointed snout was open, his
tongue lolling out. Yelping cries emanated from deep within his throat. All he could do
was jab, and jab, and jab. He was ready.
"He's going to cum," Janet sighed dreamily. "Ohhh, God, she's going to get all his
cum."
Terry sensed it. The fucking fury of the dog became more frantic, more demanding. She
used her hands now, along with her mouth, to bring him to the peak. She caressed his
silky flank, felt between his legs and his churning balls.
Terry wanted his cum, anxious to taste a dog's jism, anxious to drink every gooey drop.
Her cunt was seeping, being invaded by Diablo's fucking tongue, and it made her head
spin. It was like making it with two people. Fantastic! Her mind snapped as the dog's
balls erupted. Her mouth was instantly filled with doggie cream.
Curling his long silky tail between his legs, Ivan fucked into the girl's mouth. His thick
cock swelled. A gooey stream of cum spurted from his pisser and splashed against the
back of Terry's throat.
Ivan's whimpering puppy yelps blended with Diablo's slurping tongue. The loud
sucking of Terry's mouth and the moaning gushes of the two naked spectators added to
the sexual sounds. The room was brimming with exotic harmony.
Terry was astounded at the deluge of doggie cum that constantly squirted down her
throat. She sucked, swallowed, sucked some more. She was amazed at the dog's
strength and his spurting cum which never seemed to end. Doggie jizz filled her mouth
and gushed past her lips while he fucked furiously into her throat.
She pushed forward, taking his cock to his balls, his nuts slapping her chin. His yelping
cries added to the girl's pleasure, and the fact that a tongue was fucking her pussy as
deep as a cock would go fed the flames of her passion. An orgasm began attacking the
deep cushiony depths of her cunt simultaneously with the rupturing cock that saturated
her mouth with doggie cum.
"She's cumming too," Gloria gasped. She watched the naked female twist on the floor
against Diablo's slapping tongue, yet never losing contact with Ivan's cock. "Jesus. I'm
creaming myself."
"Me too," Janet sighed. Jealous, she watched Ivan's cum seep from Terry's lips, down
her chin. "She's wasting it. Don't waste it."
Gloria's voice and Janet's moans seemed far off in another world. Terry's world being
the cock in her mouth and the tongue in her pussy. She jerked her hips, gurgled on the
load of doggie cum, her pussy stuffed with doggie tongue.
As Ivan yelped, telling the girl that his balls were empty, Terry shuddered, her orgasm
leaving her. She gasped, and Ivan yanked his prick out of her mouth. Cum dribbled
from her lips. She blinked, staring blankly at the two naked women, the Doberman's
tongue still lapping inside her pussy.
"She's hot," Gloria gasped. "Diablo, heel!"
The huge Doberman came up from Terry's frothy pussy and sat beside Gloria. His
black eyes stared at the red pussy gash he had just eaten.
Terry crawled instinctively away. She was afraid of her own unleashed passion. "Can I
go? I did what you wanted." As she moved to sit, her face contorted in pain. The rug
stung the red welted cheeks of her ass. "No," the two said in unison.


Chapter 9

"Oh God," Terry moaned, drawing farther away from the two naked women who were
holding her prisoner. "No more, please." Her ass stung again. Her face wrenched in
pain.
"Would you prefer the police?" Gloria asked.
Terry was silent. "What else do you want from me?" She hoped that what they had
planned would be better than going to jail.
"We don't want anything from you," Janet giggled.
Terry's face changed. "Then can I get dressed and leave?"
"No," Gloria said, enjoying her role. "We don't want anything, but Diablo is very
jealous." Bending over, she stroked the giant beast. "He wants you to relieve him of the
ache that's in his balls." She laughed.
Terry's eyes bulged in horror. The thought of sucking another dog was too much. "I
won't," she snapped. "Turn me over to the police."
Gloria wore a sadistic smile. "Hell. I figured you'd be happy to suck Diablo. The way
you were eating Ivan's cock sure looked to me as if you were enjoying yourself."
Terry looked away, ashamed. She was doubly ashamed for enjoying herself. She stared
defiantly at them. "I may be a burglar, but I ain't no Goddamn fuckin' pervert!"
The girl started to get up, resigning herself to being arrested, but the snarling low growl
coming from Diablo's dangerous mouth stopped her dead.
Gloria snarled, her eyes brimming with anger. She raised the belt in her hand in a
threatening manner. "Shut up, you bitch, or you'll get this."
There was excitement in the air-fear, passion, hate, all bubbling on the surface like a
volatile mixture. Diablo sensed it; his nostrils flared and his pointed ears quivered. His
upper lip bared his gleaming fangs.
Terror crept through the girl. "I'd rather be turned over to the police. I ain't doing
anything for you two creeps."
"You shouldn't call people names," Janet said. "You could get hurt." Her eyes went to
Gloria. "Maybe if you beat her ass again, she might learn a little respect."
"I'd like that," Gloria said. She turned her attention to Terry. "Turn around! A few
more wallops on the ass might teach you not to go robbing innocent people."
"Calling them names too," Janet added, making tsking sounds in mock disapproval.
Terry refused to budge.
Gloria snapped her fingers. "Diablo! Attack!"
The dog knocked the girl off balance. Terry went crashing to the floor. Diablo mauled
her bare flesh with his jaws, his teeth breaking the skin slightly, but not enough to draw
blood, only enough to strike terror in his victim.
Terry shrieked in terror, pushing at the dog ineffectively, her face scarlet with fear. "No!
No! No!" she shouted. "Take him away!"
"Will you obey?" Gloria asked, brandishing the leather strap.
"Yessss!" Terry screamed. Diablo was biting at her fending hands and arms. "Yes!" It
was a loud shrill.
Gloria smiled. "Diablo! Heel!"
Diablo instantly backed off, then joined his mistress' side, panting. His black eyes
glittered victoriously.
Diablo's prick was peeking out of its sheath. The excitement was getting to him. The
stranger on the floor had threatened the household, and he wanted to attack. He obeyed
his mistress, however, and only a thin line of discipline kept him from turning into a
raging beast and destroying the now cringing girl on the floor.
Gloria realized that she was trembling. Witnessing the violence had ignited a new
passion deep inside her. "You ever have a dog fuck you?"
Gasping, Terry violently shook her head.
Gloria laughed. "Maybe it's about time you did."
Terry sobbed. "Just turn me over to the police."
The belt came slashing down across Terry's thighs. A nasty gleam sparkled in Gloria's
blue eyes. She had turned cold. "Turn around and let me look at your ass."
Although the slap of the belt had not been brutal, Terry began to cry, her entire body
quaking. She glared at the belt, then at Diablo. A lump of fear clogged her throat. Her
eyes slowly drifted from the Doberman's snarling face to Gloria's. The hard lust-crazed
eyes that stared back at her told Terry there would be no reprieve, no freedom until she
obeyed their every command.
Terry steeled herself to what she had to do, praying it would end soon.
When Terry turned around, Gloria saw the red inflamed cheeks. "We can't beat her."
Gloria knelt down, her hand gently touching the hot flesh of Terry's bruised and
battered ass. "Does it hurt?"
Terry nodded, waiting for the gentle caress to turn into a sadistic whipping.
It never happened.
Gloria ran her fingers over the girl's hips. "Diablo."
The Doberman came over, sniffing. His cold nose against Terry's stinging ass cheeks
made the girl sob in hysteria, thinking she would be attacked again.
"He's not going to bite you anymore," Gloria soothed in her gentle voice. Her hand
skimmed down the girl's fear-racked body. She massaged each of Terry's small tits.
"He's going to lick you, then he's going to fuck you. Once he creams in your pussy,
you'll think twice before calling us perverts." Gloria pinched one of her nipples.
Terry was still sobbing. A racking spasm of fear ripped through her body as she thought
about the monstrous dog fucking her. "I'm sorry I said those things about you. Don't
make the dog do that to me. Please."
"Do what?" Gloria asked in a whisper.
"Don't make him fuck me," Terry said. "I'll be real nice to you both, all night if you let
me." She decided to switch back to former tactics.
"It's Diablo we want pleased," Gloria said, her voice laced with passion. "Feel his
tongue on your ass. He's telling you he's sorry for biting you and wants to make it up
to you with his tongue and cock."
Terry shuddered each time Diablo's tongue slapped gently over the cheeks of her ass. It
was hopeless and she knew it.
Gloria parted the cheeks of Terry's ass and exposed her tiny wrinkled ass opening. "Lick
inside, boy. Get it wet and slippery."
Whimpering in obedience, Diablo slapped his tongue at the offered ass crack, soaking
Terry's ass-ring with his dribbling warm spit.
"Mmmmmm," Gloria purred, enjoying
Diablo's tongue as it slithered through her fingers into Terry's ass. "Mmmmmm." She
looked up at Janet who was sitting on the end of the couch staring at them, her hand
idly caressing a tired but sated Ivan. "C'mon down and play with Diablo. Get him nice
and hard for our guest."
Janet joined them. After seating herself beside Gloria, she caressed Diablo's balls. She
looked at Gloria and their eyes locked in that one fleeting instant. An unspoken
message passed between them. They both knew where Diablo's cock would be fucking
the girl. A dreamy expression flooded both their faces.
"See how tight she is?" Janet said to her neighbor.
Gloria nodded, her fingers sticky with doggie spit. She poked a finger at the wrinkled
entrance to Terry's asshole while Diablo's tongue swiped tirelessly over her ass-ring.
"Nooooo!" Terry cried, shaking on her hands and knees – an unwilling slave to the two
women's curiosity and passion. "Nooooo!"
Ignoring her, Gloria pressed the finger farther into the muscled ass-ring. "I'll get some
juice to make it wet," she said to Janet. "Christ, she's dry as a bone!" Her fingers were
at Terry's pussy, looking for some greasy cunt juice. "You'd think she'd be creaming all
over the place."
"Must be frigid," Janet giggled. "Her boyfriend must be horny all the time. Maybe after
tonight, she'll loosen up and her boyfriend might stop around to thank us." She
laughed, enjoying their game.
Gloria laughed along with her, using the bubbling vat of her own pussy to secure some
fuck juice for Terry's ass. She drenched a finger. Without warning, while Diablo's
tongue licked up through Terry's pussy, Gloria plunged her sticky juice-coated finger
into the narrow channel of Terry's asshole.
"Aggghhh!" Terry screamed. Gloria's finger was drilling her ass, the nail scraping the
ass walls. "Aghhh!" Terry screeched in protest, turned her tormented eyes to Gloria.
"Pleeease!"
"Just checking," Gloria said, looking at Janet. "Tight as a virgin." She twisted the finger
and yanked it out, placing it at Diablo's nose. "Sniff it, boy. You're going to have
yourself a ball."
"He's almost ready," Janet remarked while playing with Diablo's cock. "God, I wish it
were me instead of her."
"You can fuck Diablo or Ivan anytime. Terry only has tonight, unless she comes back."
She knew the girl wouldn't.
Terry bit her lip, swearing silently never to come back to this weird neighborhood.
Gloria stretched Terry's twin ass cheeks apart. The tiny ass opening dripped the juices
she had coated Terry's asshole with. "She's primed." She looked at the dog. "Diablo
ready?"
"As ready as he'll ever be," Janet moaned, still wishing it were her ass that was going to
take Diablo's cock. She stroked his magnificent prick one last time before relinquishing
it to Gloria. "God, he's a fucking pillar!"
Leaning over, Gloria whispered in Terry's ear. "You ready for the fuck of your life?"
"No!" Terry sobbed. She knew her pleas would have no effect on the two women. "No!"
"You'll change your mind as soon as Diablo shows you how good he can fuck." She
rubbed Terry's back, gently patting the girl's bruises on her ass. "Up, boy, up!"
Diablo, at hearing his mistress' command, yelped his delight and mounted the
hysterical girl. His back legs pranced. His rump stabbed aimlessly, haphazardly. After a
few hits and misses, his cock found the mark and sank quickly into the soft dry canal of
Terry's pussy. He howled in pleasure and began to fuck with the force of a raging
animal.
A shuddering terror enveloped Terry. The dog's beefy cock was brutalizing her pussy,
and there was nothing she could do about it. Her eyes were rimmed with tears. Loud
racking sobs wrenched her lungs.
"The wrong hole," Gloria pouted annoyingly. "Goddamn it!" Grabbing the hulking
meat of her pet's cock, she lugged his prick out of the tight dry folds of Terry's pussy
and aimed his cock at the girl's ass.
Yelping and whining, Diablo never stopped jabbing. With his mistress' help, his cock
fucked the viselike channel of Terry's asshole. His prick sank deeper with each savage
plunge, until finally he was fucking into Terry's reluctant asshole, down to his swinging
cum-bloated balls.
Lights popped behind Terry's tear-filled eyes. The pain she felt when her pussy had
been invaded was nothing compared to the pain that now scouraged her tortured body.
The girl shrieked helplessly. The pain in her ass was as if someone were ramming hot
glowing rods up into her. She bucked and lunged, holding her breath, wrenching with a
fight.
"He's in!" Gloria squealed delightfully. "Oh Christ, he's fuckin' her asshole." Happy
with the outcome, she smoothed her fingers over the girl's pussy, feeling the soft silky
red hair around the dry cunt slit. Then, gently holding her fingers near the girl's
asshole, Gloria reveled in the power of her pet as he fucked at a torrid pace. "God, it
makes me cream!" Gloria confessed, watching her dog go wild.
"Me too," Janet moaned. Both women heard the girl's pain-racked shrieks. "I don't
understand it, she should be screaming in pleasure."
"She will." Gloria was confident. "She will. Nobody can resist Diablo's cock."
Terry tried. Bucking, she thrashed from side to side, her hips swiveling. She screamed,
twisted and jerked, but all of her actions were in vain.
Diablo fucked her ass with more fury, enjoying Terry's pain and anguish, encouraged
by her wild gyrations.
He howled, jamming forward, gouging his meaty cock into her tight dry ass. His prick
scraped against the tight walls as it went deeper. He leaned forward; his furry muscle
ridden body dwarfed her soft tender frame.
Terry was in blinding pain and agony. The Doberman's gargantuan prick was tearing
her ass apart. She tried inching away, but Gloria and Janet quickly grabbed her. She
was trapped, impaled on the cock of a howling crazed beast.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. The pain was unbearable.
"Yes," Gloria hissed. Her own body tingled from the excitement.
The pain drained Terry's strength. Her elbows buckled, and she went crashing to the
floor face first. Her ass was propped high in the air, Diablo's cock keeping her in
position. Her body jerked with each blow.
Diablo howled, his thick-muscled neck stretching. He groped for a new hold on Terry's
body. Hard fast lunging jabs brutalized Terry in this new position. His cock swelled,
forced back the ass walls that tried to expel his prick.
Terry was gasping, her face sideways against the floor, her eyes bulging. The pain
overwhelmed her – the blinding stabs, the noisy yelps, the excruciating pain.
Diablo's balls grew heavier, his cock thicker. His rubbery lips drew back, his dangerous
looking mouth open, fangs bared, tongue dropping out. His eyes glowed with a blaze of
passion. Quicker violent fucks of his thick monstrous cock had Terry screaming.
"He's going to cum," Gloria panted. "Oh shit, he's going to cream your fuckin' ass!"
Her gaze swept over Terry's twisting form – the smooth line of her body from her
pinned shoulders, up her slender back, to the round curve of her ass where Diablo
fucked with great power and speed. "He's going to cum!"
Terry's eyes seemed to pop out of her head. The friction Diablo was causing had
affected her clit. Knowing the dog was going to cum triggered a response in the girl's
body. She found herself forgetting about the pain, and she raced with the dog toward
the ultimate satisfaction of orgasm.
"She's going to cum too," Janet squealed in obvious delight. "Damn!"
Terry was the first. A guttural scream came out of her drooling mouth as the first of a
wild barrage of exotic orgasms whipped through her body like a cyclone. She began to
buck and twist in a different manner. Each move was now calculated for pleasure. It
was strange that pain mixed with pleasure in a thrilling blend.
"Oh shit," Gloria said, releasing one of Terry's arms. "Look how she's enjoying it."
Janet also noticed and released the other arm.
Terry was pounding the floor with her hands, her open palms slamming down. Her ass
rotated. Gurgling screams of painful pleasure were heard throughout the room.
Hot bubbling cum gushed from Terry's empty pussy at the same time her ass felt as if it
had been set on fire. She screamed, a piercing scream that made the two women wince
and the Doberman squirt his cum.
Diablo's first thick wad whitewashed the burning depths of Terry's ass. More cum
followed, flooding the tight channel, cooling the fiery depths. His fucking jabs were
more frenzied now, his howling more shrill.
His heavy balls rumbled as the emptied. His giant prick throbbed as his cock spewed.
Doggie cum came out in pulsing squirts and drooled down Terry's ass crack on its way
to mix with the cum that was seeping from her climaxing pussy.
Dog and girl battled in the throes of orgasm. Each drew exquisite pleasure from the
other. Over and over again, they extracted pleasure from the other until their climaxing
bodies moved as one, the rhythm set by the fucking Doberman.
Diablo yelped when his balls were empty, his cock spent, chafed by her dry asshole. He
squirmed and twisted, his prick spewing the last few drops as he wriggled out of her
clinging asshole.
One loud howling bark and he was on the floor beside Ivan, spent and sated by his
fucking of the girl.
"You can go now," Gloria said, going to the couch. "Anytime."
Staggering to her feet, Terry grabbed her clothes, still not understanding her own
feelings. In the end, she had enjoyed fucking a dog.
"You can come back," Janet said, "except knock next time." The remark made her
giggle.
Terry stumbled to the front door, her ski mask still on the floor. She was gone, the door
slamming behind her retreating figure.
"I'm going too," Janet said. "I won't get a minute's sleep if I stay here." Janet grabbed
Gloria's raincoat and headed for the front door.
Gloria waved goodbye and, when the door closed again, she slowly climbed the stairs to
her bedroom. With Diablo by her side, she was contented and safe.


THE END
