Her Animal Friends
by Sarah Crandall
(SC-020)


FOREWORD 

Marion Hart had a special problem. It wasn't that she was a typically bored 
suburban housewife, nor that her husband wasn't doing the right things in 
bed. Her problem was her strange desire to make it with animals. 

It had started as a child with her pet dog, Balto, and ended when she became 
totally committed to her life as an animal-lover... a real animal-lover. 
When her husband bought her a dog, Gus, to relieve her of some of her 
boredom, she quickly got back into the swing of things. 

But soon it got out of hand. She began having an affair with a horse, a cat 
and then she finally realized that she couldn't hide the truth from her 
husband any longer. 

She left him, and in a strange new city, ran across the most bizarre person 
she would ever come to know... a lady with the same desires as herself, a 
lady with a houseful of snakes! 


CHAPTER ONE 

Marion Davis Hart was bored. She didn't want her house, she didn't want a 
life in the suburbs, and she didn't want to live out her life with a husband 
who didn't understand her. 

She tried to recall when she had felt more dissatisfied. 

She tried to think of the days when Jim had worked his magic. 

As a matter of fact, that had been one of the things Marion had found most 
attractive about Jim. They had met when she was a sophomore at college, 
sitting in on one of his courses. In those days she was the kind of hard 
worker that would tend to impress the most cynical professor. 

They had become close friends during the course of the semester. Jim was ten 
years older than Marion, but soon mustered his courage and asked for a date. 
Marion had been surprised and flattered at the same time but had no 
difficulty in making up her mind to go out with him. 

First of all, not every girl got to go out with one of the professors, 
particularly a man like Jim, who was a well respected scholar. It would give 
her something to brag about around the dormitory, and in addition, she found 
him quite attractive for an older man. 

He had picked her up at the dormitory in his car, a ramshackle jalopy that 
fit his personality perfectly. It was hard to understand how such a good 
looking man could be so innocent and out of things. If he had wanted, he 
could have had any girl on the campus in his bed. 

Marion was no virgin at the time. A basketball-playing senior had taken care 
of that problem the year before. But she had no intention of fucking the 
handsome professor on the first date. It would have been fun to spend some 
time with him but that was as far as she intended to go on the first date. 

They had gone to a movie, a documentary on New Guinea or something like 
that, and then headed for Jim's off campus apartment for a few drinks. 
Marion was delighted with her date, who was not only good looking but so 
timid and respectful that he treated her like a queen. 

Then they had got drunk together, mostly at Marion's insistence. After an 
hour of that they danced together, sweating copiously in the overheated 
living room of his little flat. Marion thought things over and decided that 
she might as well go to bed with the handsome professor. Aside from all 
else, it would be quite a feather in her cap. 

But she had to find some way to seduce him. It was almost insulting the way 
he would keep her at arm's length as they danced, as if he were afraid of 
offending her. Marion decided to take things into her own hands at that 
point, pressing herself into his arms and making her desires clear. 

Even Jim, out of it as he was, soon caught on. He kissed the young beauty on 
the lips and then forced his tongue into her open mouth. That was how it had 
all started. Marion responded to the pressure, twining her agile tongue 
around his until there was no way for Jim to back out. 

He led the girl to his bedroom wondering at his good fortune. Jim may have 
lived in an ivory tower, but he had all the desires of a normal man and the 
equipment to keep the most passionate woman happy. Marion was going to one 
of a long line of student conquests of his. 

He opened the door to his bedroom and was delighted at Marion's reaction. It 
looked like she wouldn't be coquettish, at all. She threw herself into his 
arms again and opened her mouth wide so that he could kiss her. Jim figured 
that it would take less than twenty minutes to get her to bed. 

He let his hand wander down to her breasts, amazing at their firmness and 
resilience. Marion was a tall girl of nineteen at the time, with long red 
hair that hung in silky tresses down to the small of her back. She had big 
blue eyes, high cheekbones, with a straight nose and a quizzical expression 
on her pretty face. 

She would have looked like any innocent coed except for two factors. The 
first was her mouth, a broad gash framed by thick sensual lips that seemed 
to have been created for kissing and sucking cock. And then there was her 
body, the thing that had appealed to him from the start. 

Marion had an incredible physique for a girl her age. Her huge tits jutted 
provocatively from her slender torso. It was impossible to keep his hands 
off the creamy spheres and there had been many night that he had stayed 
awake thinking about how he could find a way to fuck her. 

Then there were her legs, long shapely stems with a fine patina of blonde 
down. But the best thing about the girl, aside from the wasp waist, was her 
ass, which was surprisingly large and full for a girl with such a slender 
and delicately formed physique. 

But there was no more time to think about how beautiful she was. Jim took 
the girl in his arms and started to remove her blouse, unhooking it from 
behind. It came off easily in his hands and he quickly threw the filmy 
garment onto the floor. Yes, she was almost ready. 

Marion decided to finish undressing by herself. It felt funny to be with a 
man so much older than herself and it was the least she could do to show him 
that she was indeed a mature woman with desires of her own. She pushed Jim 
away and immediately began to strip before his startled eyes. 

In a matter of minutes she was stark naked and ready to go. The alcohol had 
worked on her perfectly, causing her inhibitions to melt without effort. All 
she wanted now was for her lover to undress and fuck her. After that she 
would have time to think about what she was doing. 

Jim undressed almost as quickly as his partner, but not nearly as 
gracefully. His prick was already in a state of erection and it made Marion 
laugh to see how much trouble he was having getting it out of his underwear. 
She hopped on the bed hoping he would be a little more competent in bed, as 
opposed to the kind of callow lover she had gotten used to. 

Soon Jim was naked and holding her tight. He led the lovely girl to the bed 
and laid her down on her back. Then he sat beside her, too timid to make the 
initial move. Marion decided that it was time for her to take things into 
her own hands and control the pace of their affair. 

She pushed Jim into a sitting position and then slid off the bed. Now she 
was down on her knees before him, taking his rigid cock in her soft hands. 
Her long fingers went to work without hesitation, fondling and dangling her 
lover's meat until it was hard and red and swollen. 

Now it was time to take the big thing into her mouth and give him one of her 
super blowjobs. Jim's prick was surprisingly large, but Marion had been 
sucking men off since the age of twelve and was perfectly confident about 
her abilities. No man had ever been able to resist the pressures of her 
talented tongue and lips. 

Jim was to prove no exception, as she soon discovered. He looked at her with 
surprise, as if used to more passive women, but never uttered a word of 
complaint. Marion looked up at him with a smile on her sensual mouth and 
then guided the huge missile between her parted red lips. 

It slid into her mouth effortlessly and then she was ready to begin. She 
took in the full length of the thing, opening her mouth and letting it crash 
into the soft moistness of her throat. She estimated that Jim's rod must 
have been eight inches long and four inches thick. 

Jim, for his part, was amazed at her abilities. He had never found a woman 
who could service his cock in that manner. Yes, he told himself, she's 
really something. We're going to have good time together. 

He closed his eyes and then felt his cock slipping out of Marion's mouth. 
The she began to work him over with her tongue, drawing it again and again 
over the sensitive purple head. He felt, like he could come on the spot but 
had no intention of doing so. He wanted to drag the maximum amount of 
pleasure of his latest conquest. 

As it happened, he could not have been better attuned to the desires of his 
mistress. Marion was proud of the way she sucked his cock and was going to 
settle for nothing less than a full mouth dripping with come. She to wanted 
to prolong things for as long as she could. 

She let Jim's cock slide all the way out of her mouth and then started to 
lick it as if it were a giant candy cane. Her long tongue travelled from 
base to head, lingering along the way, tracing the veins of his cock as if 
she were tracing rivers on a map. 

Then she started to move her tongue faster, shooting it out of her mouth 
like a hummingbird gathering nectar. She would aim for the wide open slit at 
the tip of his rod and managed to hit the narrow target again and again. 
Yes, it was fun to be with a man again, she thought. 

Then she noticed Jim's balls and decided to work on the hairy vulnerable 
spheres for a few moments. He was too close to shooting his load and this 
way she could please him and slow him down simultaneously. Besides, it was 
something that she herself always enjoyed. 

She began to lick at the his balls and they were soon coated with a sticky 
film and she started to stuff them one at a time into her clinging mouth, 
knowing that it was something she just had to do. 

Soon they were both ensconced in her mouth and she was fondling and 
caressing them with her talented tongue. Then it was time to go back to work 
on that big prick which was slapping up against her face. A few more strokes 
and she knew he would be ready to fire. 

She parted her lips just enough for him to slip between them and then used 
her lips to make her lover even hotter. She could taste a preliminary drop 
of come pearling at the slit of his prick and redoubled her efforts, knowing 
she could make him shoot whenever she wanted. 

Jim reared back and then shot his prick home one last time. He felt a wave 
of fire passing through his limbs and then he could sense the sperm 
travelling up from his balls and forming a reservoir at the tip of his 
prick. Then his big weapon began to spurt, spewing its hot juices down the 
throat of his eager and talented mistress. 

Marion drank down the scum greedily, thrilling to the strong salty taste. It 
was great to have a man shooting inside her again, after all those months of 
deprivation. The best thing about it was the fact that she knew she had him. 
He wanted her again, as she was soon to discover. 

"That was really something," he told her. 

"Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that?" 

"Oh, I've been around," Marion answered proudly. "I am not as innocent as I 
look." 

"You're not kidding," he answered appreciatively. "Do you want to fuck me 
now?" 

Marion didn't bother to answer her lover. It was a stupid question, even if 
it was nice of him to ask. She held Jim in her arms and started to run her 
hands all over his body, knowing that this would turn him on again. A few 
minutes later he was hot and bothered and ready to fly. 

Marion lay back on the bed and parted her legs prettily. She had used her 
tongue well and wanted to see if her lover could duplicate her gestures. He 
looked at the girl with surprise, astonished at her boldness. She certainly 
did not act like a girl of nineteen. 

Jim shrugged his shoulders and prepared to eat out Marion's blonde bush. He 
crouched down before her and lifted her hips with his strong hands. Now her 
cunt was gaping wide open and it would be easy for him to slip his tongue 
inside her and taste her fragrant fuck juices. 

He worked first on her labia, sliding his tongue over the sensitive skin 
until his lips were covered with come. Then he turned his attention to her 
clitoris, taking the little flap of flesh between his strong white teeth and 
teasing it without mercy. 

There was nothing in the world that turned Marion on more than having a 
tongue inside her pussy. She held onto her lover's head and pulled it toward 
her body as if she wanted to suck all of it inside her. Fortunately, he soon 
took the hint and did what she wanted, relinquishing her clitty and shoving 
his tongue into the breach. 

He was delighted at the taste of her cunt, which was as fresh and sweet as 
new mown hay. He licked out every inch of the sensitive membranes and then 
decided that it was time to fuck. His cock was hard as a bar of iron and he 
just had to force it inside her. 

Marion had never taken on a cock as big as Jim's but had no doubt about her 
ability to do so. She parted her legs again and let him climb on top of her, 
feeling his cock brushing against her pelvis. Yes, she thought, it was a 
good idea to go out with this horny stud. 

Then he maneuvered himself into position and started to guide his prick with 
his right hand, aiming it right between Marion's parted labia. It slid in 
effortlessly and he soon had it buried to the hilt. She arched her back so 
that he could get it into her even deeper. 

Jim began to fuck his mistress slowly and carefully, digging the feel of her 
clinging pussy. She had incredible control over her sphincter muscles and it 
felt like she was going to rip his cock right off his body. He decided that 
it would not be a bad way to go. 

He began to fuck her a little harder, sensing that the girl was feeling no 
pain. Most women groaned when he shoved his cock inside them, but this 
little sexpot seemed capable of servicing a rod twice his size. He figured 
that she would come long before he did. 

He arched his own back and then raised himself up onto his outstretched 
arms, balancing his weight on his palms. It was a hard position to hold, but 
it forced his cock even further into Marion's sugar scoop, causing her to 
cry out with pleasure and beg him for more. 

"That's it," she muttered. "Keep fucking me like that. Sock it to me and 
I'll come all over your balls." 

"Take it easy," he whispered in her ear. "I can't do it any harder than I am 
now." 

Marion had to laugh at her lover's innocence. She was talking without even 
thinking about her words and here he was taking her seriously, listening to 
every sentence as if he were grading it. Yes, he was a good lay but there 
was a lot he would learn before she was done with him. 

"Come on," she said. "Just take it easy and fuck me right. I love the way 
your big prick hollows me out." 

Jim found that he needed no such encouragement. It was really something the 
way she was fucking him. In the position that he had chosen, she could not 
move a muscle but her tight talented pussy was actually wringing the sperm 
out of his tired overworked penis. 

He lowered himself back onto her body and thrilled to the feel of her soft 
tits being crushed against his hairy chest. It was annoying to be so close 
to orgasm before she was ready to fly so he decided to pull out all stops, 
do everything he could to achieve her climax. 

Jim started to lick and bite Marion's ears and neck, knowing that it would 
turn her on. Then he held her tight and lifted her practically off the bed, 
so that he could slip his hands under her bouncing buttocks. That was 
something else that rarely failed to turn on his mistress. 

He held his hands around her soft buttocks and then let his fingers wander 
down to Marion's tiny pink asshole. He cupped his hand and let his index 
finger slide into the delightful hole, not stopping until it was buried to 
the last knuckle inside her nether orifice. 

Marin squirmed with ecstasy as her lover started to stimulate her bunghole. 
It was one of the most sensitive of her erogenous zones, even if she had 
never been fucked there. It had always been fun to have a man ream her out 
with his tongue or fingers and Jim was doing it really well, getting her 
just about ready to shoot her load. 

She threw her head back and closed her eyes, feeling her limbs beginning to 
stiffen compulsively. That was a sure sign of her impending orgasm, and she 
knew from past experience that she was ready. All she had to do now was lay 
there and let him fuck her as hard as he wanted to. 

Jim felt her tight pussy beginning to contract even more violently. He could 
hardly move inside her now so he left his prick buried to the hilt and moved 
it circularly as if stirring a cauldron of soup. Any minute now she was 
going to make good on her promise to bath his balls in come and he could 
hardly wait for it to happen. 

Marion did not keep her lover waiting long. She threw her arms around his 
broad shoulders and then let out a cry of passion. Then she felt her pussy 
releasing its long stored fluids and was able to relax at last. It was a 
long orgasm and damned good one. 

"Let me change position," she stated. "I'm getting all cramped like this. I 
think I have a Charley horse or something in my left thigh." 

"Sure," Jim answered. "I don't want to hurt you. We can do it any way you 
want to." 

He got off his mistress and gave Marion a few minutes to make up her mind. 
She decided that he might as well fuck her from behind, a way she always 
liked in the past. That way she could brush her asshole against his wiry 
pubic hair and maybe even have a second orgasm. 

She turned over on the bed and wasted no time getting down onto her hands 
and knees. Jim looked at her with barely concealed admiration. She looked so 
good down on her knees with her dripping labia peeking out from between her 
pillowy buttocks that he could hardly wait to get back into her. 

He crouched behind the beautiful callypigous girl and guided his prick right 
between her soft cheeks and into her wet cunt. She sighed with relief as he 
hit the bolt home. Yes, he would come pretty soon if she had anything to say 
about it, right into her hungry snatch. 

Marion moved her ass backward so that it ground against her lover's wiry 
midsection. Just as she had predicted, her tender bunghole was soon 
irritated by the rough curly hair, as well as her dripping labia! She soon 
decided that this was her favorite fucking position. 

As for Jim, he was doing everything possible to hold back his orgasm. He 
buried his prick to the hilt and did not move at all for a few seconds, just 
relaxing and digging the feel of her clinging pussy as it clamped his cock 
and tried to wring the come out of his overloaded balls. 

Then he felt that he could remain passive no longer. Marion was young and 
healthy enough to fuck three men into exhaustion but it just wasn't fair for 
him to enjoy himself without doing some of the work. He pulled his prick 
halfway out and then slammed it in to the hilt. 

Marion sighed with relief as he started to fuck her. His heavy prick was 
absolutely divine as it hollowed her out, molding her body to the perfect 
receptacle. She began to move her ass from side to side, doing everything in 
her power to bring her new lover to orgasm. She knew that he could not hold 
out too much longer. 

Jim shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls exploding. The 
come rocketed through his prick, was dammed up for a moment, and then shot 
into Marion's cunt with the force of a cannon. She groaned with lust, almost 
ready to have another orgasm of her own. 

"Too much," she told her lover, as soon as he had pulled his prick out of 
her dripping labia. "Man I was worried you would never get there for a 
while." 

"Don't worry about me," Jim answered. "It's really crazy. I'm twenty-nine 
but you keep acting and talking as if I were an older, middle-aged man." 

"That's just the way it is," Marion replied thoughtfully. "Maybe I'm 
especially immature, but you seen so stable and settled and adult by 
comparison." 

"Well, I'll try to take it as a compliment," Jim replied. "Although I doubt 
that you mean it that way." 

The two lovers continued their conversation for several minutes longer. They 
spoke of all sorts of things and Marion was soon confirmed in her initial 
notion of Jim's character. There was indeed something mature about him, 
practically dead or inert. She couldn't figure what it was. 

Jim told her a little about his childhood, which made things a little more 
clear. He explained that he had come from a rather poor rural family. His 
widowed mother had been forced to work like a slave to support four 
children, of whom he was the oldest son. 

Thus, he himself had been working since early childhood, attempting to 
support the younger children in the family. They had tried all sorts of 
things, including running a small grocery store, where he would work during 
school vacations. When he was away at college his mother would send him food 
packages to keep him going. 

Jim had won a scholarship to the college at Whittier and had worked his way 
to the top of the class. Originally he had intended to go into law, but 
found the academic community so attractive that he decided to become a 
professor of sociology instead. 

He explained that the university provided him a home more stable and secure 
and comfortable than anything he had ever known before. As dedicated as he 
was to his family he still was forced to acknowledge their limitations. Only 
at college had he met people on his own intellectual level. 

Marion heard her new lover out and decided that he was an uncommonly moral 
and reliable man. Her own background was so different that she felt 
compelled to explain it to him. Something told the intelligent girl that 
they would be seeing a lot of each other in the future and it was important 
that there be no misunderstandings between them. 

She explained that she had come from an upper middle class family, the 
younger of two daughters. Nothing had been expected of her except that she 
act like a little princess. All her parents wanted was for her to marry a 
man of her own class, one who could support her. 

Her childhood had been a continuous stream of parties and presents and 
favors. Sure, even as a kid she had seen through it, but there was no reason 
to fight. Once she was able to go away to college it was all part of the 
past. Now she was old enough and mature enough to think about what kind of 
life she really wanted to lead. Soon she grew bored with the conversation, 
which had turned all too serious. Marion got up from her chair and walked 
directly over to Jim, throwing herself into his arms. She wanted him to fuck 
her once more, she explained, since she had to be back in the dorm before 
midnight. 

Jim, tired as he was, was more than willing to oblige. He laid Marion down 
on the floor and prepared to eat out her pussy. Then Marion had an 
inspiration and told her lover that they might as well skip fucking in favor 
of eating each other in a sixty-nine position. 

It was an offer that Jim could not refuse. He reversed his position on the 
rug so that they were lying head to foot. Now he could see right into the 
depths of her gaping pussy. She presented a panorama of pink and red 
moistness and his mouth watered at the thought of swallowing her come. 

He worked his head into position and separated Marion's legs with his strong 
hands. 

Then he worked his tongue into her pussy, bypassing her tiny pink clitoris. 
It felt good to have his tongue inside her again, particularly when she 
returned the gesture by sucking on his prick. 

Marion opened her mouth and let her lover's soft cock glide between her 
lips. It felt good to have him inside her and she used all her tricks to 
turn him on. In a matter of seconds his cock was as hard as a bar of iron 
and she knew that it would not take him long to shoot his load. 

She licked his tongue from root to tip, letting her tongue wander and wind 
around his shaft. Occasionally she would bite into his cock, but never hard 
enough to cause Jim a moment of pain. He continued eating her pussy, knowing 
that he was in good hands. 

Soon Marion felt that she could hold out no longer. It had been a long 
evening but she wanted to come this last time before returning to her 
dormitory. She closed her eyes and felt her cunt getting tighter and wetter, 
a sure sign that she was about to gain her release. 

Then her body began to jerk compulsively, writhing all over the bristly 
surface of the carpet. She felt her mind go bland and then spewed her juices 
into her lover's eager mouth. Jim drank down her come with gusto and then 
removed his head from her cunt, knowing that it was his turn to take it easy 
and be pampered for awhile. 

He turned his body so that he could see her eating his cock, something that 
always turned him on. Marion looked especially attractive with a big 
erection stuck in her mouth. It made her look even younger, somehow, and 
more innocent, as if she were a ten year old girl. 

Once he got a look at the intent expression On Marion's face he knew he 
could hold out no longer. He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt 
the come travelling up from his balls and squirting out of his prick. His 
come rocketed out of his cock and filled Marion's mouth with a flood of 
thick semen. 

The two lovers relaxed for a few minutes after their final love bout, but 
then it was time for Marion to return to her room. She dressed quickly and 
then waved goodbye to her passionate lover. 

"Hey, when am I going to see you again?" he asked. "Don't just walk out like 
that." 

"Don't be silly," Marion answered with a smile. "I'll be in class tomorrow. 
I don't think I'll ever cut again." 

CHAPTER TWO 

Marion put a roast in the oven and then went into the living room to relax 
and have a drink and continue her recollections of the recent past. Her 
husband would not be home for about another hour and she would have to 
subordinate her concerns to his more pressing problems. 

She thought back to what had happened after their first date. She had seen 
him the next day and the day after that. One thing had led to another, until 
she found herself almost in love with the man. It was her first romantic, as 
opposed to sexual, attachment. 

But it was a strange thing, she reflected. The closer they got on an 
emotional level, the more spiritually dependent she became, the less she 
enjoyed fucking him. It was a syndrome that had continued unchecked, to the 
point where she hardly wanted to go to bed with him anymore. 

They had married right after she was graduated, much to her mother's 
delight. It had been a nice enough wedding, but kind of one-sided, since she 
had a million relatives and Jim hardly had any at all. Then they had gone on 
their honeymoon, only to return to Dorset Heights. 

After that, things had gone all too smoothly. Jim had his work and for the 
first year she had enjoyed playing housewife. He didn't press her too much 
about having children, even if she knew that it was always at the back of 
his mind. Well, that would be alright someday, but it was too soon for her 
to settle for a life of motherhood. 

After awhile, she had almost forgotten about sex. Life was safe and secure 
with Jim, even if not too exciting. They had all the material advantages and 
she really was proud of her husband's accomplishments. He had two books 
published already and was working on a textbook that would bring a lot more 
money and luxury into their comfortable home. 

Marion found that she could channel her sexual energy in other directions. 
Without thinking too carefully about it, she had taken up riding, finding a 
stable that was only a few miles from their home. That was something she 
could do every day, as soon as she had finished her housework. 

It was pure sublimation of her sexual desires, but Marion never let herself 
see it that way. She was not the kind of girl who liked to compromise, but 
at the same time it just wouldn't have been fair to take a lover after less 
than a year of marriage. 

So she would go out to the stables every day, rain or shine, and ride for 
hours. That aroused a general interest in animals and she had asked her 
husband to buy a dog. Unfortunately she was soon to discover that Jim hated 
dogs and cats and would not hear of having one in his home. Her reflections 
were interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the lock. Marion put down 
her drink and went to greet her husband. It was good to see him again, tired 
and dragged out as he was after a day's work. He kissed her on the cheek and 
asked about supper. Marion told him to sit down and relax. It would be ready 
in a few minutes. 

"What a day," Jim announced with a sigh. "And now I'm going to have to spend 
half the night marking papers." 

"Damn it," Marion answered testily. "I thought you were going to do that at 
the office." 

"I tried," Jim told her. "But there was so much else to do that I never got 
down to it. I'm sorry, but I have to get it done. I owe it to the students." 

"What about me?" she asked. "Don't you know that you owe me something too?" 

"I'll make it up to you," Jim answered, "this time I really mean it. As soon 
as vacation time rolls around we'll go off somewhere for a nice vacation." 

"Forget it," Marion announced wearily. "Come on in and eat supper. You do 
have time for that don't you." 

"Yes, honey," Jim said in a chastened tone of voice. "It smells absolutely 
delicious." 

Supper passed with merciful quickness and then Jim had to go 'to his study 
and mark papers. It was like being a widow, Marion thought. He's no husband 
at all anymore, just a provider. How the hell did I get involved like this 
and what the fuck do I do to get out of it. 

The rest of the evening passed slowly and Marion took to bed early, curling 
up with a book. Jim came into the bedroom at about two in the morning and 
shut off the light before undressing. He stripped quickly and then got right 
into bed, not even thinking of kissing her good night. 

When Marion woke up in the morning her husband was already gone. He always 
did that to her, running out early so that she could sleep a little later, 
as if she needed to. It was a far cry from the first nights they had spent 
together when he wouldn't let her out of the house without a final fuck. 
Yes, things had changed radically. 

Well, what the hell did it matter. There was nothing to do around the house 
that day so she might as well go riding. It was getting warmer out and it 
looked like an early spring. The sky was clear and the air crisp, a perfect 
day to get out of the house and go riding. 

She dressed quickly and ran into the car, having but one thing in mind. It 
was nice to get to the stables early and have her pick of the horses. Mr. 
Windner had told her that they were getting some new stallions, one of which 
was wild and almost impossible to ride. 

Ten minutes later she was at the stables, parking the car and getting ready 
to see the new mounts. Mr. Windner greeted his best customer with relish and 
told her to follow him into the stables. He could hardly wait for her to see 
his latest and proudest acquisition. 

Marion followed the good natured old man into the stables and was soon quite 
impressed with his latest purchase. It was a huge chestnut stallion named 
Jack, the biggest healthiest looking horse she had ever seen. Good as she 
was a rider, Marion found that she had second thoughts about climbing onto 
the wild looking steed. 

Finally she decided that she might as well take a chance, for once in her 
life. She was a damned good rider and it was silly to let a horse intimidate 
her. Besides, the horse seemed to like her, as she could tell immediately, 
as soon as she walked over to him and started to stroke his neck. 

"Sure, go ahead and take him out," Mr. Windner announced. "You're the only 
one I can trust him to." 

"Thanks for the compliment," Marion answered. "But you better come out and 
look for me if I'm not back in two hours. I don't want to by lying in a 
ditch with a broken leg." 

"Sure, but you're too good for that," he answered. 

Mr. Windner saddled the handsome beast and led him out of the paddock. 
Marion spoke to the horse for a few seconds and then decided that was time 
to begin her ride. What the hell, he would bring a little adventure into her 
life, something she had starved for since her marriage. 

Marion swung herself into the saddle and found that the horse had no 
intention of being wild. He was quite gentle, so good that she hardly had to 
use the reins or her riding crop. Probably Jack was glad to get out of the 
stables and into the fresh air, just like herself. 

She followed her usual path and headed straight for the mountain, the only 
one in that part of the country. The miles glided by effortlessly and soon 
she had raised a good sweat. It was crazy, but this half tamed horse seemed 
to like to have her riding on him. 

After an hour of hard riding, she decided that both of them could use a 
rest. She pulled in the reins and Jack stopped without complaint. Marion 
hopped out of the stirrups and then began to fidget in her pockets, looking 
for a piece of sugar to use as a reward. 

She found it and then gave it to the horse, who licked her fingers in 
appreciation. Marion sat down by a tree, not bothering to fetter the animal. 
They seemed to understand each other perfectly and she was not at all afraid 
that he would run off and leave her alone. 

She stood up and admired the horse at length. Jack was an absolutely 
magnificent beast, tall and strong and broad at the shoulders and fetlocks. 
And he was a real stallion as she could tell after a moment's observation. 
Jack was not the kind of horse that you wanted to gelt, even if he had a 
tendency to be a little wild. 

Marion found that she could not take her eyes off the horse's magnificent 
genitals. He had the hugest prick she had ever seen, thick and hairy, and it 
seemed to be a foot long in a state of rest. She could not help thinking 
about him in sexual terms, crazy as it was to do so. 

Marion pulled out her hip flask and had a drink, to keep herself from 
getting a chill. Meanwhile, Jack began to get restless and to caper around 
before her. It was as if he were trying to tell her something. Marion 
watched him with great interest and then knew what she had to do. She had 
been sexually frustrated for too long. 

"Well, Jack," she told him. "We've been together for an hour and you've 
conquered me already. What am I going to do with you, you big handsome 
thing?" 

Marion paused as if she expected the horse to answer her in words. Jack 
merely raised himself up on his hind legs and gave out a tremendous whinny 
of pleasure. Evidently he liked being talked to, something that she noticed 
was a constant trait with intelligent horses. 

After that, Marion found that she knew just what to do. She was a healthy 
young woman who was starved for affection and had to take it where and when 
she could get it. It was crazy but that's how it was. Anything was better 
than cheating on her husband, even bestiality. 

She held him by the reins and told the horse to calm down. She was going to 
do something to him that she was sure he would like. Jack looked at her with 
his sad brown eyes and stopped capering around. It almost looked as if he 
had understood everyone of her passionate words. 

Marion knelt down beside the horse and stretched her hand out toward his 
prick. It was hard to force herself to do it at first. Her hand was 
trembling and all sorts of strange thoughts were passing through her mind. 
It was perverted and weird to want to touch a horse like that but she was 
already well past the point of no return. 

"Just take it easy," she whispered. "I'm going to show you a good time. 
Relax, I know you'll like it." 

Marion soon gathered the courage to touch her horse's prick. The huge thing 
was heavy and hairy but didn't really feel like a prick. It was kind of hard 
and horny already, although he couldn't have been sexually excited yet. 
Well, she had gone this far and there was no reason to stop until she had 
satisfied her curiosity. 

The beautiful young housewife began to stroke the huge organ slowly and 
carefully, letting her fingers tangle in his bush hair. Soon she could feel 
it growing in her hands. It seemed to stretch out until it was the size of a 
baseball bat, a two foot long tube of pure masculinity. 

Soon he had reached a state of erection and Marion was delighted at her 
conquest. Jack was standing there not moving an inch, letting her do 
whatever she wanted to him. She wondered if he felt sex the way a person did 
or if it was something that did not dwell on his consciousness. 

She held on to the big tube with both hands, finding that her fingers were 
barely able to encircle it. Then she got into it, stroking him hand over 
hand, pulling roughly at the meat, dying for him to come. No longer did she 
think that she was doing anything strange or perverse. 

She could see a film of sperm forming at the tip of his prick and then the 
horse seemed to grow a little restless. He stamped his feet a few times and 
turned his head downward as if trying to see what she was doing. Well, 
pretty soon she would set his fears completely at rest. 

Marion redoubled her exertions at that point, knowing that she could be as 
rough as necessary. She squeezed his prick with her soft hands, trying to 
dig her fingernails into his flesh. It was impossible to do so, since his 
prick was as hard and tough as a sheet of asbestos. 

Then she could feel something happening inside him. His huge pendulous balls 
started to contract, drawing into his body as if they were going to 
disappear. Then she felt the come beginning to travel into his huge prick 
and knew he would come in a matter of seconds. 

She could feel his muscles knotting and then he pulled away for a second. 
His prick stood straight out and she watched with deep fascination as he 
spewed his juices all over the grass beneath his feet. She couldn't tell for 
sure, but he seemed to shoot a full pint of hot come. 

The stuff sprayed out of his prick and formed a sticky puddle on the grass 
beneath his feet. It sat there and smoked in the crisp morning air and she 
sat back to see that he would do next. There was no longer any doubt in her 
mind that she had done the right thing. 

Jack lowered his neck and started to lick her around the ears and neck. It 
felt great to have his hot tongue on her flesh and she leaned back so that 
he could examine her body at leisure. It was a shame that it was so cold or 
she would have taken her clothing off without hesitation. 

After a few minutes, Marion knew just what she had to do. It was crazy to go 
halfway, she decided. She wanted to blow the handsome animal and he had 
already proved that her attentions would not cause him to spook. All she had 
to do was crouch down and take it into her mouth. 

She thought it over for a few seconds, wondering if she could possibly 
service an organ that huge. She had been with well hung men before but this 
was a horse of a different color. The huge thing was, in common parlance, 
big enough to choke a horse. 

"Take it easy," she whispered in his ear. "I'm going to suck you off now but 
you have to promise not to hurt me." 

It was ridiculous to talk to him like that, but he really did seem to 
understand. Jack nodded his head and whinnied again, but afterward he stood 
his ground without moving. Yes, the handsome beast seemed to know just what 
she wanted to do to him. 

Marion realized that the time for hesitation was long past. She crouched 
down under his belly and let her hands wander all over his underside. He was 
strong and muscular and altogether seductive to the touch. All she had to do 
now was open her mouth and take him in. 

That is exactly what happened a few seconds later. Marion closed her eyes 
and held his prick in hand, stroking it gently until it was hard again. She 
wondered if he would come even more quickly the second time. 

Marion opened her mouth and let her lips close around the tip of the 
enormous organ. It felt completely different from a man's prick, in size, 
shape, and general feel. At first it wasn't like a prick at all, just a hard 
limb of muscle, throbbing in her clinging lips. 

She found that it was almost impossible to take the huge thing in her mouth 
at first. It was greater in diameter than her mouth was and her lips soon 
stretched out of shape from the effort of taking him in. Also, she felt as 
if her jaw would be dislocated for the same reason. 

But she soon learned something about Jack's cock. As soon as he was fully 
erect, part of his cock would emerge, as bare and hairless as the penis of a 
human being. It was a big red fleshy projection that she was servicing now 
and it was far easier to slip into her mouth. 

In a few minutes Marion was able to open her mouth wide and take in the huge 
pink organ. There was no point even trying to take it all in, since it 
seemed to be close to two feet long. But she knew that would not be 
necessary to bring her equine lover to orgasm. 

She began to suck Jack off as if he were a man, taking her long agile tongue 
and wrapping it around the tip of his pulsating rod. He remained stationary, 
which was a good thing since the monstrous organ could easily have choked 
and impaled her, without her being able to do a thing in self defence. 

But Jack really didn't seem to want to hurt her. 

Marion then used her lips and teeth to turn her lover on, knowing that there 
was nothing she could do that could possibly cause him any pain. She sank 
her teeth into the angry red flesh and held onto it to show him that she 
didn't want him to thrust it any further into her overloaded mouth. 

Jack seemed to catch on immediately. He stood his ground, occasionally 
swinging his weight from one side to the other but never violating her 
confidence. She let go of his cock and started to run her tongue over it, 
seeing just how much she could take into her straining mouth. 

Then she spit out the huge organ for a few seconds, intent on working on his 
balls. She held the hairy globes in her hands and started to lick them 
gently, thrilling to the way his course hairs tickled her tongue. Yes, this 
was really turning her on in a way that she had not been turned on since the 
earliest years of her affair with Jim. 

She tried to stuff his balls into her mouth but found that was impossible to 
do. Jack seemed not to like it either, so she relinquished the hairy orbs 
and decided to bo back to work on his throbbing pecker. She knew that he 
would come in a matter of seconds. 

She started to lick and suck at his big cock, not bothering to take it into 
her mouth. Her tongue trembled along the exposed flesh and stopped as soon 
as it came to the hairy part. She realized that he has almost no sensation 
in the upper part of his huge tantalizing cock. 

Then she decided to get down to serious business. She had been sucking him 
off for only a few minutes but knew that he could not hold back much longer. 
Animals were like that, as she well knew from visiting a farm. They do sex 
as a matter of instinct rather than conscious pleasure. 

That was something she would have to think about in greater detail, but not 
until she had finished giving her horse a blowjob. She opened her mouth wide 
and took the huge cock back into her mouth, finding that she had now become 
accustomed to the enormous length and thickness. 

Her throat gaped open and inch after inch of the hot meat travelled into it. 
After twelve inches she had reached her limit. There was a salty taste in 
her mouth and she had to let go before she choked. Besides, now she knew 
that he was ready to fire his load of come. 

Jack began to sway his body forward, bending at the waist so that his prick' 
slid further into her mouth. Fortunately, he could not force her to take it 
all in, owing to his inability to lower himself down to her level. It was 
getting a little painful to have him fucking her mouth and Marion began to 
wish he would hurry up and come. 

She held onto the big prick with her hands and let her tongue bring to him 
the orgasm he so badly wanted. Soon she could feel his muscles and then 
suddenly and without warning her mouth was full on an incredible amount of 
hot salty come. It tasted completely different from human semen. 

Marion tried to down the salty fluids but soon found it impossible. She got 
some of it down but then had to relinquish the spurting peach. She spit it 
out of her mouth and tried to get out of the way of his shower of come. That 
too was something she found she could not manage. The huge cock looked like 
a firehose aimed straight at her sweating face. She closed her eyes just in 
time for the shot of tremendous come. She tried to get out of the way but it 
was too late to do so. 

Marion wiped the come off her face, finding that it was twice as thick and 
sticky as anything a man could produce. She cleaned herself off with a 
minimum of effort and then stood up to think things over. She had gone 
pretty far with the horse, but not all the way as yet. 

What am I going to do, she asked herself. I want to fuck this handsome 
beast, but there are two things holding me back. First of all, the moral 
issue. Am I really going to fuck an animal, and secondly how could this 
happen to a happily married woman like myself? 

Marion decided that she did not want to fuck the animal. Sure, it was 
perverse and unusual, but only by certain peoples standards. Jim had told 
her about bestiality and how common it was on farms in rural areas. But he 
had only talked about men fucking their animals, not women. 

That was typical of him as well as the entire academic and intellectual 
community. After all, if a man did something it was a matter of passion, 
something quickly done and as quickly forgotten. For a woman it was a 
perversion, something that had to be dealt with on pathological grounds. 

That was pure bullshit, she told herself. If a man can find relief fucking a 
heifer then there was no reason on earth why she could not assuage her 
loneliness and sexual frustration with a horse. No, she wasn't going to fall 
prey to that kind of male chauvinism. 

So, that issue was settled. She was a free woman, perfectly capable of 
making her own decisions. She did want to fuck the animal and on that level 
that was all that there was to the issue. Nobody would ever find out about 
it, that was the one thing certain. All she had to think about was her own 
passionate desires. 

But there was a second issue to confront, as she well knew. That was a 
purely practical question, but one that could not be safely ignored. She had 
seen how huge his prick was and had to decide if it was safe to fuck him. 
After all, he might well tear her to pieces. 

At least that was a problem of logistics rather than morality, she thought. 
All she had to do was find a proper way to do it, a way that would make him 
happy and preserve her safety at the same time. The clue was of course in 
the horse's unique and familiar anatomy. 

As long as she was beneath him there was no way he could force his prick all 
the way into her. Marion had seen horses fucking and knew that they had to 
do it from behind, like all non-human animals. Thus, with her staying low to 
the ground he would only be able to get part of his prick inside her 
overloaded pussy. 

As a matter of fact, she could take as much of it in as she wanted, mostly 
by raising her back a little. Well, that was the answer, she told herself. 
There was no reason on earth not to go through with it. It would be safe and 
she knew that it was what she had always wanted. 

All she had to do now was get him erect again, something that would take but 
a minimum of effort. She got down on her knees again and stroked his prick, 
holding against her cold cheeks. He was hard as a rock in seconds and she 
got up and started to remove her own clothing. 

It was cold as hell out in the woods, but she hardly felt it at all. The 
thought of fucking the horse made Marion impervious to discomfort and she 
soon stood before him in a complete state of nature. Yes, she was going to 
go through with it and the more she thought about it, her cunt began to 
water in anticipation. 

She crouched down under the steed and wasted no time in guiding his prick 
toward her pussy. It bumped up against her labia and then slid home, filling 
her immediately to capacity. 

The thing was at least twice as thick as any cock she had serviced before. 

It felt great to have him inside her and Marion soon found out that her 
surmises had been correct. It was funny the way he would try to shove it 
further inside her, but all she had to do was lower her body and move 
forward a little to avoid his savage thrusts. 

Nor did Jack become angry at his inability to penetrate fully. He just stood 
there fucking her with surprising slowness, as if he knew that he didn't 
want to hurt her. Marion found herself wondering if she was indeed the first 
woman who had decided to fuck the handsome beast. 

She began to move her hips from side to side, not that she was used to his 
size, but rather to increase his pleasure. She knew that she would not come 
this first time, but that did not bother her. It was important to do it 
right, to keep the horse calm. Later she could think of her own jollies. 

It was really incredible to have such a huge cock banging away inside her. 
She felt like candy on a stick and knew that she could raise herself up and 
literally ride on his cock. But that would have torn her tender pussy to 
shreds, so she attempted no such feat of acrobatics. No, she was having a 
good enough time as it was. 

The huge prick seemed to fill her beyond her wildest dreams of lustful 
satisfaction. Jack started to shove it in further but she would not let him 
get more than twelve inches inside her. Anything more would have been 
terribly painful for her and would not have increased his pressure either. 
Yet, it was turning out quite successful. 

Just as she was beginning to enjoy herself the horse started to come. Marion 
was disappointed when she realized it, since she was now close to an orgasm 
of her own. But there was nothing she could do to hold him back. She would 
have to wait until later to satisfy her own needs. 

She braced herself and then felt an ocean of come washing into her pussy. It 
filled her to the brim and then started to spill out and Marion had no 
choice but to pull away from her before he killed her. It was nice but she 
was not strong enough to weather his full orgasm. 

She got up and felt the come running down her thighs and forming a sticky 
puddle at her feet. She was absolutely bathed in the stuff, all over her ass 
and cunt. It felt warm at first but then as it started to dry she realized, 
how cold and windy the day had become. 

Marion used a handful of grass and leaves to clean off herself as her horse 
stood his ground, waiting for more. She looked at her watch and realized 
that she would have to get back to the stable. They had been together for 
over two hours and now she had to get home. 

"I'm sorry Jack, she told the horse soothingly. "I have to go home now. But 
we can do it again tomorrow. I promise that I'll come back in the morning." 

The horse whinnied as if he had somehow understood her words. Marion 
realized that animals were always quick to pick-up the mood of a human. 
Their understanding was limited but basically accurate, since they were 
equipped to deal only with strong immediate impressions. 

She pulled her boots on and then mounted her horse, digging her heels into 
his side. Jack roared aloud and then they started back to the stable, 
galloping so fast she was afraid he would throw her. But they were back in a 
matter of minutes and she was exhilarated by the ride. 

Marion dismounted and let the horse back to his shed. Mr. Windner was 
waiting there for her, somewhat worried at having let her go out the the new 
horse. Marion was a good rider but he was quite happy to see her again, 
whole and in one piece with a smile on her pretty face. 

"Well, how did it go," He asked cheerfully. 

"Were you able to handle this big monster?" 

"Don't be silly," Marion answered calmly. "He's nothing but a big baby. You 
just have to show him who's boss." 

"I don't know how you did it," Mr. Windner continued. "Nobody else had the 
nerve to ride him. He does seem to like you though. Look at him." 

Marion looked over at Jack's stall and saw that the handsome steed was 
stamping his feet and champing at the bit, as if dying to get out and rejoin 
her. She walked over and stroked him on the nose, whispering in his ear and 
telling him that she would be back the next day. 

But now she had to go, to hurry home and make supper for her husband. She 
bade Mr. Windner farewell and asked him to reserve the horse for her on the 
following morning. She liked Jack a lot she said, and wanted to train him a 
little more. If it worked out, she would think of buying the horse for her 
personal use. 

Then she climbed into her car and started to drive home. She had a lot to 
think about but found that she was in a holiday mood. The future was hard to 
predict, but for once she was satisfied with the present. This would be one 
night she would not mind sleeping alone. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Marion drove home quickly, no longer thinking about the implications of her 
first bout of bestiality. All that was in her mind was the pure pleasure she 
had felt during the acts themselves. She could remember it as if it were 
still happening. 

It was exciting and exotic and forbidden to have sex with a horse, something 
that was lacking in her relationship with Jim. But no, that was a 
rationalization. Granted that their sex life left much to be desired, there 
was no way that the two things were commensurate. 

In other words, her desire for bestiality was a thing apart from her 
ordinary sex life. Sure, they intersected at certain points, but even the 
reactions, the purely physical ones, were different in either case. No man 
could have turned her on the way Jack did. 

She could still feel his hot breath blowing over her naked body as she stood 
before him with his come flooding out of her cunt. Yes, it had been 
magnificent, as had the way he had come in her mouth. It took so little to 
turn on the lusty animal that she could feel like a sex goddess every time 
he came. 

And she was also excited and stimulated by the sheer power of his sex drive. 
There was nothing studied about it, nothing conscious. He was aroused on a 
purely physical level and thus was able to satisfy his demands completely. 
No man could be that purely sensual. 

What a difference, she thought, between a horse's unfettered lust and the 
timid caresses of her husband. It was not a matter of sheer size and energy, 
however, for her husband certainly had all the needed male accoutrements. No 
it was that feeling of savage primordial lust she got every time she touched 
an animal's prick. 

Soon she pulled up into the driveway and angled the car into the garage and 
two minutes later she had supper on the stove, still paying little 
attentions to her mundane surroundings. Her life had a new meaning now and 
all her boredom and frustration had evaporated. 

Jim came home at the usual time, but Marion was in for a surprise. He was 
smiling and radiant as he walked in the door, much in contrast to his usual 
workaday sobriety. Something was on his mind but Marion was afraid to ask 
what it was, fearing an anticlimax. 

"Well," she said, breaking the silence at last, "What is it? You're grinning 
like a Cheshire cat." 

"Me?" her husband asked, feigning innocence. "Why there's nothing going on 
as far as I know. I did bring you a little something, but it's nothing 
special." 

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Marion blurted out. "Come on and give it to me." 

"Well, if you ask nice," her husband explained. "I might just go out to the 
car and get it for you." 

"What do I have to do?" Marion asked. 

"Oh, you don't have to do anything," her husband replied. "I just thought 
you would want to greet your tired husband the way you used to, if you know 
what I mean." 

That gave Marion something to think about. 

His meaning was obvious, for in the first months of their marriage she had 
always been naked and ready for love when he got back from campus. It was 
kind of surprising that he would try to make up to her at a time like this. 

"Alright," she answered, "come on upstairs." 

What the hell, Marion thought to herself, he wants to fuck me again, but 
what's the difference, I can go through with it and please him and he'll 
never know how little he's getting to me. Then maybe I can find out what the 
hell he's got up his sleeve, the smug bastard. 

As they walked into the bedroom, Jim wasted no time taking his bride into 
his arms. He kissed her at length and realized how long it had been since 
they had spent an afternoon in bed together. It was a shame the way he had 
been neglecting her this year. 

But that was as far as his perceptions could carry him that day. Jim's 
intentions were good, but he had no idea how far his wife had been estranged 
from him. In his mind, he could make up for a year's neglect with a single 
afternoon in the sack, but later he would discover how wrong it was. 

"Come on," he told her. "give me one of your super blowjobs and then I'll 
fuck you." 

Marion continued to be pliant and indifferent. She dropped to her knees 
before her naked husband and took his prick in her soft hands. It was 
pleasant enough to service him but it just didn't mean anything anymore. She 
felt totally alienated from the man she had once loved. 

She slipped his prick into her mouth and started to suck at it gently, 
whereupon his prick sprang immediately to life. Once it was hard she slipped 
it further into her mouth, unthinkingly swallowing it to the root. Her 
husband looked down at Marion with great affection, thinking how easy it was 
to please the sensual little creature. 

He would have liked to have her blow him to completion but decided not to be 
selfish about things. It was always fun to fuck Marion, with her tight 
snatch and bobbing tits. Now she seemed ready for sex. Her skin was all 
aflame and she actually smelled like an animal in heat. 

He leaned back and pulled his prick out of her mouth, so that she remained 
on her knees with her mouth wide open. Marion cursed him to herself for 
being so indecisive. Why couldn't he just leave it in her mouth until he 
came and then fuck her again like any real lover would. 

In any case, it would all be over soon. Jim took his wife in his arms and 
carried her to the bed. Marion could not help but notice how weak and flabby 
he had become. There was a roll of fat around his mid-section and his arms 
had grown thin and spongy from lack of exercise. 

Jim laid Marion down on the bed and then took his stiff cock in his hand as 
he lowered his body on top of her. She parted her legs to let him enter her 
snatch, but even Jim had to notice how little enthusiasm she was showing. He 
figured that she would warm up once he was inside her. 

He held her thighs apart with his hands and mounted her directly, forcing 
his cock into her dripping snatch. Then he began to move his prick around 
inside her, forcing it in one inch at a time. Once he was buried to the hilt 
he began to fuck her with passion. 

His big cock slammed into Marion's twat again and again but she found that 
it did not turn her on at all. Sure, it was fun to fuck him again and he was 
enjoying himself but it was as if it were all happening to some other woman 
with herself as a neutral observer. 

She began to move with Jim, hoping to speed up his orgasm. His big prick 
filled her to capacity but it felt like a toothpick after the organ she had 
already serviced earlier in the day. But she did her best to bring him 
pleasure figuring that it would make him leave her alone afterward. 

He shoved his prick in a few more times and then felt the approach of his 
orgasm. One more thrust and he was there, sweating profusely and firing a 
wad of come into her overloaded snatch. His orgasm was over in a couple of 
seconds and then he withdrew and rolled off his wife's body. 

"Well, that was pretty nice, wasn't it," he asked. 

"Yeah, it was great," Marion answered, trying to sound enthusiastic. "We 
should do it more often." 

"Yes, you have been in kind of a bad mood lately. But maybe I can change 
that." 

"It isn't just sex," Marion answered wearily. "I don't want to go into it 
again." 

"I know," Jim answered sympathetically. "You're bored staying around the 
house all day. That's why I got you the little present I have out in the 
car." 

"Can we go see it now?" she asked. 

"Sure," Jim replied. "You put your clothing on and follow me down to the 
car. I can't wait to see the expression on your face when you see what I 
brought you." 

Marion dressed herself quickly, now genuinely interested in her husband's 
secret. Something told her that he had done something right for a change. He 
couldn't look so happy if he didn't know she would be pleased. Well, she had 
nothing to lose, in any case, whether she liked it or not. 

"I'm all ready," she said. "Let's go." 

She followed her husband down the stairs and out the doorway until they 
reached his car. Inside she could see something large and furry moving 
around in the back seat. No, she told herself, it's impossible. He couldn't 
have gotten me a dog, especially not one that looked so much like Balto. But 
she was soon to find out that he had. 

"Well, go on," Jim shouted. "Open the door and let him out. You're not 
afraid to, are you?" 

Marion walked to the rear of the car and timidly opened the door. Suddenly 
she was practically knocked off her feel by a huge shaggy black dog, the 
beast must have weighed over a hundred pounds. And the big thing was a 
Bouvier des Flanders, the very kind of dog she had grown up with. 

"Yes, it's a real bouvier," Jim announced. "I remembered all those stories 
you told me about your dog, so I got you another one." 

"Where did you get him." Marion answered, realizing that she had to say 
something to camouflage her distress. 

"Down at the pound," her husband answered. "I went in to see what kind of 
dogs they had and then I saw him. Isn't he a fantastic dog?" 

There was really no need to ask, for the new animal was a full sized male 
bouvier, one of the handsomest and most possessing dogs in the world. He 
stood about three feet high at the shoulder, with pillar-like legs and a 
monstrous chest that seemed to bulge down to the ground. 

His ears and tail had been clipped bouvier-fashion and he waved the four 
inch stump gleefully as he capered around the car. He was covered with 
coarse bushy black hair, flecked and shot through with gray. His head was 
absolutely enormous, featuring a wide mouth with a pair of fangs that would 
have done justice to a saber-tooth tiger. 

"Tell me a little about the dog," Jim asked. "I mean I never saw one before 
today." 

That was one request that was easy for Marion to grant. Her family had kept 
bouviers for generations and she knew every thing there was to know about 
the history of the breed. She started at the beginning of a recitation that 
she had kept in mothballs for years. 

She told him that bouviers had been developed in the Sixteenth century as 
cattle herding dogs. Then their powerful physiques had been used to draw 
milk carts through the snowy landscape of their native Belgium. During the 
war they had been used as message carriers and watchdogs, patrolling the 
beaches in search of enemy landing ships. 

The Germans had wiped out most of the breed, but some had survived and were 
carefully inbred to produce an even larger and fiercer population. Now they 
found their main use as family guardians, for it would take a foolhardy 
burglar to brave a bouvier intent on protecting his master's home. 

Jim listened to his wife bubbling over about the qualities of the breed. He 
was delighted to have pleased her so easily, for it would be no trouble at 
all to take care of the dog. The had a large back yard and the dog certainly 
looked like he would be able to brave the winter. 

"Let's bring him into the house," he suggested. "He'll want to have a look 
around at the place and see if he likes it." 

"He's going to like it," Marion answered. 

They brought the dog into the living room and spent most of the evening 
playing with it. Marion was delighted with the powerful high spirited dog, 
thinking that it was indeed the match for her girlhood companion. She could 
see good times in store for herself. 

They decided to name the dog Gustave, or Gus for short. It came up to the 
bedroom with them and lay down at the foot of their bed when they went to 
sleep. Marion could hear the animal stirring around during the night. 

Yes, she would get to know the animal a lot better the next day after her 
husband left for work. 

Soon morning had arrived and it was time for Jim to leave. He walked the dog 
first and then fed it before getting into his car and heading for the 
campus. That left Marion all alone with the animal. She kissed her husband 
good-bye, thinking that he had been good to her, after all. 

After she could no longer hear his car, Marion took the dog back up to her 
bedroom. She played with him for a while, getting rougher and rougher until 
their play had turned into a wrestling match. She soon found out that she 
was no match for the heavy, powerfully muscled beast. 

The dog climbed on top of Marion pinning her to the bed. Dressed as she was, 
only in her flimsy nightgown, she was soon naked, to all intents and 
purposes. And then, to her delight, the big animal started to hump her, 
rubbing his hairy crotch all over her back and shoulders and naked buttocks. 
Yes, they were going to have a hell of a time together. 

"Hold it, big boy," she told him. "Just get off me for a second and I'll 
show you a good time." 

The dog hopped off her immediately and lay down flat on his back on the bed. 
He looked ridiculous with his huge paws whirling around in the air, but his 
prick was already red and hard and his new owner knew exactly what to do to 
turn him on further. 

She began to rub his stomach, slowly drawing her fingers closer and closer 
to his crotch. He began to run in place, flailing at the air with his paws, 
coming dangerously close to tearing her eyes out. Marion realized that she 
had made him overexcited. There was only one way to calm him down now and 
she was more than happy to do it. 

Soon her horny fingers were working around the dog's cock and balls. She 
grabbed onto the hairy globes and squeezed them tightly, knowing that it 
would not hurt the sturdy animal. She rubbed them together, thrilling to 
their hairy softness and then went directly to work on his cock. 

"That's it," she told him. "Just relax and let momma take care of 
everything. I'm going to jerk you off and blow you and then you're going to 
fuck me." 

She finally mustered the courage to grab hold of the dog's prick, sliding 
her thumb back and forth over the shiny brick-red surface. His prick was 
like a branch from a gnarled old tree, bent at the base and then sticking 
outward to end in what was practically a point. 

She held the big organ in her hands and then rolled it back and forth 
between her palms. It felt hard and solid and muscular, just as she had 
expected it would. The dog was being much quieter now, laying there with his 
tongue lolling out of his mouth, enjoying her attentions. 

Marion removed one hand from the dog's prick and used it to scratch his 
chest and stomach. Her other hand remained rooted to his cock, sliding up 
and down on it like she was milking a cow. But milk wouldn't do for Marion. 
She wanted nothing but a handful of rich bubbling cream. 

The dog began to writhe around on the bed, loving her every stroke as he 
panted aloud jerking his body back and forth in time with the strokes of his 
loving mistress. Marion figured that it wouldn't take him too long to come. 

This was very different from fooling around with a horse, she decided. Gus 
was a wild animal too, but he was not a huge beast like Jack. She could more 
or less manage him as long as she kept him happy. And once she started 
fucking him she knew she wouldn't have to worry about his cock being too 
large or thick for her cunt to swallow. 

She squeezed his prick with her long fingers and began to milk it slowly, 
knowing that he was ready to come. She could feel the blood coursing through 
his thick member and then he began to roll around on the bed so that she 
could hardly hold on to his powerful body. 

He came immediately, spurting a geyser of come up into the air. The sticky 
stuff got all over Marion's hands and some of it spattered onto her flushed 
face. She wiped her hands on the sheet and continued to rub the dog's belly, 
thinking that it was time to go on to bigger and better things. 

The dog remained on his back thinking that his mistress would jerk him off 
again. In his limited consciousness one thing was clear. He had been 
stimulated and satisfied by the nice smelling woman and she seemed to want 
to make him happy again. All he had to do was lay there and bide his time 
until she decided to do just that. 

Marion figured that she might as well blow the dog before having him fuck 
her. Dogs could come again and again, at least her pets always had. They 
could spend the whole day together without him getting tired, so she might 
as well pull out all stops and have a ball. 

She lowered her head down to his crotch and inhaled deeply, loving the 
strong doggy odor. Then she protruded her tongue slightly and gave him a 
quick lick on the balls, thrilling to the way the hairs tickled her tongue. 
Yes, it was going to be a pleasure to suck him off. 

She stuffed his hairy balls into her mouth and dangled them gently, knowing 
that it would make little impression on her lover one way or the other. All 
he wanted was to have his prick stimulated, but he would simply have to wait 
until she was done playing with his balls. 

She continued to suck his balls for a few seconds and then Gus began to 
growl at her. Marion decided to get right down to business. There was no 
point alienating the dog at this point. He looked too strong to fool around 
with and she didn't want to have a fight with him. 

She then licked at his cock gently, trying to see if that would turn him on. 
He didn't seem to notice it particularly but soon his prick was standing 
straight up again banging against her lips. There was nothing to do but take 
the big throbbing organ into her mouth. 

She parted her lips slightly and let the red wand glide into her mouth. His 
prick was only about five inches long but it was quite thick and harder than 
anything she had ever serviced before. He tried to push it further into her 
mouth but was prevented by his constraining position. 

Marion blew the dog as if he were a man, using every stroke she had ever 
learned. It was fun to suck him all the way into her mouth and feel his 
prick banging into her throat. He was so small that she could manage him 
easily, in contrast to the horse she had serviced the day before. 

She spit out his prick for a few seconds and then started to shoot her 
tongue out of her mouth. It was fun to aim at the easily visible target and 
he seemed to enjoy it just as much as when she would bury it in her mouth. 
Yes, it was easy to please her canine lover. All she had to do was keep 
licking and sucking at his iron-hard cock. 

Marion soon popped the big thing back between her lips and sucked at it with 
pure passion. Her lips slid down the hairy pole until they were resting on 
his midsection. It was fun to take his hairs into her mouth as if she wanted 
to suck his whole midsection into her hungry mouth. 

She began to bob her head up and down onto the heavy rod, as if she were a 
machine. The dog turned his head down, trying to watch her, not really 
knowing what she was doing to his body. But he held still and never tried to 
stop her from sucking his big dick. 

It was hot in the room and Marion began to wish that she had opened one of 
the windows. A dog's body temperature is about five degrees more than that 
of a human and she was soon sweating from having her head on top of his 
mid-section. But it was a small price to pay for the pleasure of again being 
with a very passionate animal. 

Then she knew he was going to come. His prick had gotten harder and redder 
until it looked like it was bleeding as it slid out of her mouth. She 
stuffed it in and held it buried in her throat, waiting for the storm to 
break, waiting for her hard earned shot of sperm. 

The dog rolled around on the bed and then shot his wad right between her 
lips. It came out with surprising force, as if his prick were a hose but she 
swallowed it with no difficulty. It was warm and salty and altogether 
delicious as it slid easily down her throat. 

Now Marion knew exactly what she wanted to do. Any dog loved hot smelly 
things and this passionate animal was not likely to be an exception. 

She lay back on the bed and pulled her nightgown up over her head. The dog 
began to nose around in her crotch, delighted at the salty residue of juice, 
He poked his cold nose onto her labia and Marion, had her hands full trying 
not to leap off the bed in surprise. 

But the intelligent dog caught on quickly and began to lick at her hairy 
blonde bush. He covered her loins in a film of thick saliva and then 
discovered where the smell was really coming from. He rooted in her crotch 
and soon was able to get his tongue into her. 

First he drew the thick lingual organ over her labia, drinking in her pussy 
juice like it was heavy cream. He worked slowly and carefully for an animal, 
taking his time and evidently having every bit as much fun as his mistress, 
who was going crazy from the unrelenting stimulation. 

Gus's tongue must have been a foot long, she figured, hardly able to wait 
for him to slip it into her vulva. He worked her labia over for a few 
minutes longer and then discovered the woman's clitoris, another perfect 
target for his long thick probing tongue. Marion thought that she was going 
out of her mind with pure lust. 

Gus began to lick her clitoris gently but soon she could feel his tongue 
giving way to his teeth. He could not stay away from the fragrant little 
button and she was soon afraid that he would nip it right off her body. He 
was a good lover, but a little careless. 

Gus continued to eat the woman's clitoris, thrilling to the taste of her 
cunt juices. Then he started to move his tongue in and out of her gaping 
vulva, finding that the wet cavity was "even tastier than the rest of her 
body. At that point Marion had a sudden inspiration and drew his head away 
from her hungry dripping cunt. 

"Lick my tits," she told her lover, as if he could understand her words. 
"Hurry up and do it." 

She had to push the dog's head into position but she soon showed him what to 
do. Gus licked at her tits until her nipples were hard and red and puckered. 
Then he began to bite the broad pink pads and Marion decided that it was 
safer to have him eating out her pussy. 

"That's it, Gus," she told him. "Keep sticking that big tongue into me and 
I'll cream all over you. I'm going to come in a minute." 

The dog shoved his tongue into her as far as it would go. Then she could 
feel his tongue licking at her uterus a place that usually could be reached 
only by the largest male organ. 

By this point she was out of her mind with lust. He was turning her on even 
better than the horse had done, which kind of figured in in a way. There was 
no fear in her heart and in any case, dogs were simply more intelligent and 
more human in the way they did things. The man's best friend was also pretty 
good for a woman too! 

The dog started shooting his tongue in and out of her pussy with real 
passion as if he knew he was going to make her come eventually. Marion felt 
her legs and arms beginning to stiffen compulsively, a sure sign that she 
was almost there, almost ready to shoot her long pent load. 

She felt her cunt contract around his long thick tongue and knew her time 
had come. Her cunt started to spew forth its bubbling juices, spraying them 
all over the dog's hairy face. Gus continued to lick her out all the while, 
delighted with the taste of her come. 

He cleaned the come off her cunt and thighs and then licked his face till he 
could taste it no more. Marion lay on the bed totally exhausted. It had been 
one of the strongest orgasms she had ever felt, wracking her whole body so 
that she could now hardly move. 

"I'm not going to fuck you this time," she told him. "I'm all sore from Jack 
and then that bastard Jim had to come home and make it even worse. We can 
fuck tomorrow. But I'll bet you want me to blow you again don't you? Come 
on, speak up, let me hear your answer." 

The dog did not know exactly what she wanted but was intelligent enough to 
let out a long ferocious howl. Marion laughed at his responsiveness and then 
rolled the docile beast over onto his back. She could hardly wait for him to 
fill her hungry mouth with his warm thick come. 

Marion held the dog down and began to move her tongue around his limp prick. 
In a matter of seconds the big thing had sprung up again bright and red as 
ever. She sucked it between her lips and into her mouth and started to bob 
her head up and down on it immediately. 

It was strange, but animals were completely different from men in one 
important regard, she discovered. Man comes slower each time, but a dog 
actually seems to speed up after he's shot a few times. At least that was 
the way it was working out with her new canine lover. 

She took his prick into the back of her throat and sucked at it with 
passion, feeling a few drops of come leaking into her mouth already. A few 
more strokes of her talented tongue and he would be ready. She closed her 
eyes and began to blow him with all her skill and competence. 

The dog writhed around on the bed for a few seconds and then began to arch 
his back so that his cock would go even deeper into his mistress's clinging 
mouth. Soon he was ready to come. He shoved it in one last time and gave her 
a second shot of his warm fuck juices. This time Marion was all ready for 
him, waiting to swallow his come. 

She held the bunched and spurting organ in her mouth, biting it so that he 
would not be able to withdraw until she had finished downing his come. She 
got it all down this time and felt it all the way into her stomach. 

It was so thick that she almost gagged. 

"That's all for now, doggy," she told him. "I've got to feed you and then 
fix my own supper." 

The dog jumped off the bed and started to frisk around the floor. His dick 
was still hard as a rock and Marion hoped that it would wilt before Jim got 
home. 

"Come on," she announced. "Let's go down and have a bowl of dogfood. You've 
been so very good that you deserve a steak, but I don't have one for you." 

She walked down to the kitchen, pulling an old robe over her body. Soon the 
dog was happily gobbling down his food, replenishing himself after his 
sexual exertions. Marion found that she herself was tired and stimulated at 
the same time. Gus was a demanding lover but he gave her a new life and a 
totally delightful vitality. 

She turned to her kitchen task again trying to reward her husband with an 
especially good dinner. It was hard not to laugh at what she was doing 
behind his back, but she could rationalize it easily enough. After all, it 
was keeping her from running off with another man. 

Jim came home an hour later to find his supper waiting for him on the table. 
Marion had prepared a lovely spread, complete with cocktails and 
candlelight. He could not help but think how wise he had been to fuck her so 
well and buy her a dog to keep her company. 

They ate supper together and then returned with the dog into the living 
room. Marion found that it was easy to be affectionate with her husband and 
now that she did not have to rely on him for her sexual gratification, they 
spent several hours together playing with the dog. 

"Hey, let's go up to bed and fuck," Jim suggested. 

Why not, Marion thought to herself. It's not going to hurt me any and it's 
the least I can do for him. She nodded her assent and followed her husband 
up the stairs, locking the dog out in the hall. No, it wouldn't pay to take 
any chances now that she had set things up so well. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

"Gee, will you listen to that dog," Jim remarked. "It sounds like you broke 
his heart locking him out." 

"Well, don't let him in anyway," Marion replied. "He's got to learn he can't 
have everything his way." 

"I didn't think you'd be such a disciplinarian," Jim answered. "You're 
really tough with him." 

Marion had to make an effort to avoid laughing. Jim was a perfect fool and 
would obviously never suspect a thing. Never had his world seemed so far off 
from her own. Well, that was all for the best, since she would never have to 
worry about his suspicions. 

She began to take off her clothes and Jim soon followed suit. Once naked, he 
took his wife in his arms and kissed her with passion. Marion found that she 
was indeed turned on by his attentions; not too strongly, but undeniably 
nonetheless. She might as well go through with it all. 

They retired to bed, where Jim immediately took off where he had left off. 
He was determined to revitalize their sex life, not knowing how hopeless his 
cause really was. Now that Marion had discovered her true desires, he did 
not have a chance of winning her back. 

He let his hands wander down to Marion's tits as he kissed her, thrilling to 
their soft ripe firmness. Yes, she was a beautiful desirable woman, he 
thought, a perfect little sex machine. He would give her such a good fucking 
that she would come all over the room. 

Marion lay back and allowed him to caress her at his leisure. She felt his 
hands travelling down her body, stopping at her hips and midsection. Jim was 
not a bad lover but she still had trouble getting turned on to him. Maybe 
she would suggest some variation to their usual routine, something that 
would enliven her passion. 

Jim swung himself down to the foot of the bed and wasted no time going 
directly for his wife's cunt. He used two fingers to explore her vulva, 
slipping them in together to turn her on. Then he decided to eat her pussy, 
knowing that it was something that never failed. 

He parted her legs with his strong hands and then his tongue stimulating her 
labia and clitoris. Marion found the sensation pleasant enough, but it 
didn't turn the trick. She would let him go on for a while and then drop her 
bomb on him, hoping for the best. 

Jim continued to work on his wife's pussy. He licked every available inch of 
the delicious membranes and then removed his head from between her legs. His 
prick was hard as a bar of iron and he was all ready to go. He leaned over 
his wife and kissed her once again, before starting. 

"Listen honey," she told him. "I think I'm getting my period. I feel all dry 
and tight." 

"That's great," Jim answered, trying to repress his disappointment. "What 
are we going to do now? Do you want to blow me or just forget the whole 
thing?" 

"Don't be silly," Marion answered calmly. "We don't have to settle for just 
that." 

"Why?" Jim asked, his curiosity aroused. "What else are we going to do?" 

"Why don't you fuck me up the ass?" Marion suggested. "We've never done that 
before." 

It took several minutes for her suggestion to get through Jim's head. He had 
never done that to a woman, although he could remember discussing it with 
his wife a year or two previously. She had had that experience, although at 
the time it had frightened rather than interested him. 

"Well, we could do it that way," he answered hesitantly. "Are you sure it 
won't hurt you?" 

"I don't care if it hurts a little," Marion replied hesitantly. "It's 
something we really ought to do. I mean you don't think there's anything 
perverse about it, do you?" 

It was a thinly veiled challenge that Jim could not refuse to meet. He told 
his wife to turn over and get down on all fours. He would show her that he 
was an accomodating lover, unafraid of the novel and unique. Their sex life 
would be truly revitalized. 

Marion got into the required position, delighted at her foresight. It had 
been years since she had taken it up the ass, but that wasn't the real 
reason for her suggestion. It was just that anal sex was so different that 
it would not remind her of what she done that day with her dog. 

Jim looked at his wife and decided that she was particularly attractive in 
the new position. Her buttocks were' neatly spread and he could see her 
little pink bunghole winking open before his eyes. Well, it would be fun to 
shove his big thing into her defenseless hole. 

He took prick in hand and wasted no time in getting down behind her. Taking 
his time, he held her buttocks apart with strong hands and forced the tip of 
his prick into the opening. 

"You're sure this isn't hurting you?" he asked quietly. "I want you to tell 
me to stop if it hurts." 

"Don't worry about it," Marion answered shortly. "I think I'm old enough to 
handle it." 

Jim did not like the tone of his wife's answer but was too worked up to 
chastise her for it. He leaned his weight forward and watched with delight 
as his prick slid slowly into the tight little orifice. Yes, anal sex was 
something that would become a regular part of their lovemaking in the 
future, as far as he was concerned. 

"That's it," she moaned to him. "Keep shoving it in. I want you to come in 
my asshole." 

Jim needed no encouragement. Once inside that hole, he found that he was 
ready to come on the spot. But that would never do. He had to make it last 
as long as possible, for his own satisfaction as well as that of his 
passionate unpredictable wife. 

Soon his rigid prick was buried to the hilt in Marion's tight asshole. He 
could feel her labia wetting his balls and her soft buttocks pressing 
against his midsection. Her asshole seemed to have its own natural 
lubrication and he knew he was not hurting her at all. 

Marion too was beginning to enjoy her bout of sex, the first time she had 
liked fucking her husband in months. It was nice to take it up the ass again 
after so long. She leaned her weight back crushing her body against his and 
forcing his cock in all the deeper into her asshole. 

She extended her hand down and started to play with her pussy, trying to 
stimulate herself to orgasm. Jim was fucking her all too timidly and she had 
to do something to increase her pleasure. Maybe when he saw her he would get 
down to work and fuck her properly. 

He kept fucking knowing that his orgasm was only seconds away. His cock was 
throbbing wildly and the unfamiliarity of the new way of making love had 
turned him on as he had not been turned on in ages. There was no way that he 
could hold it back for as much as another second. 

He shoved his prick in for the last time and then felt his balls exploding. 
The come rocketed up and formed at the tip of his cock. Then it sprayed out 
into her asshole, soothing Marion's aching tissues. She took his come gladly 
but found that she simply could not come from the way he had fucked her. 

"That was so nice," she said. "I really liked the way you did that. You were 
so strong." 

"It really didn't hurt you?" Jim asked dubiously. "I thought I would tear 
you to pieces." 

"Not at all," she answered. "But I'm kind of tired now. Let's call it a 
night and go to sleep." 

He took the hint and turned off the light. In a few minutes he was fast 
asleep but Marion found that she could not relax. So much had been happening 
to her that she just had to think things over. In the morning it would be 
too late to think about things objectively. 

Well, it was easy to find a place to start. She had her first experience 
with bestiality at the age of twelve, just when she was undergoing puberty. 
It was something she hadn't thought about for years, but now it was 
happening all over again. 

Balto had been a birthday present, exactly ten years younger than she. Her 
father had bought Marion the dog, thinking that it would enliven her. She 
had few friends at that time and he thought she could use the companionship. 

At first she had not cared for the dog, thinking that she was too old to 
play with animals. What she really wanted was a boy friend, but that was out 
of the question. Her parents were overly protective and would not let her 
date until she was fifteen. 

In any case, she had become used to the dog and was glad to have him. Balto 
was a large friendly dog, with a fiery and responsive personality. They 
would while away the afternoons together, either on long walks or wrestling 
and sleeping together on her bed. 

One day she had forgotten all about the dog. He was sleeping down in the 
kitchen which was just as well, as far as Marion was concerned. She had gone 
to her room, knowing that her family was out. She was bored but realized 
that she would have to find a way to amuse herself now that she had been 
left to her own devices. 

Marion had decided that it was time for her to explore her own young budding 
body. Over the last six months her breasts had begun to develop and she had 
experienced her first period. She was intently conscious of her own body and 
wanted to learn more about the strange sensations she had been feeling. 

She had gone to the bathroom and found a jar of vaseline, something that 
would simplify her explorations. She took the jar back into the bedroom, 
intent on exploring her little pussy. Many nights she had awakened with her 
hands probing at the spot and this time she would do it consciously to see 
what it was all about. 

She took off all her clothes and examined her body in the mirror, delighted 
at the sight of her budding femininity. Yes, she was becoming beautiful now. 
It was time for her to learn how to be an adult woman. 

The young girl sat on her bed with the door open. She needed privacy but 
didn't want to be all alone. What she was about to do frightened Marion at 
the same time that it stimulated her. She knew that if she kept the door 
closed she would be even more worried and distraught. 

She sat cross-legged on the bed and wasted no time dipping her finger into 
the jar. Then she took some of the slippery stuff and moved her finger into 
the area of her newly-haired cunt. Two seconds later she had begun her 
masturbation. 

It felt good to work her little fingers into the virginal hole. She felt 
warm and cold at the same time as she slid her greased digits into the honey 
pot. She was too tight to do much, but it didn't matter since anything was 
more than she had done before. 

Soon she was able to slip her finger in to the knuckle. She was so tight 
inside that she couldn't do much, but still enjoyed her first penetration. 
It was nice to sit there and think that she was being fucked by one of the 
rock singers who peopled her fantasies. 

Then she heard a scratching on the stairway and realized that Balto was 
coming up to join her. At first she wanted to shut the door but then 
realized that there was no reason to do so. Balto understood her. He was a 
good dog and wouldn't think of disobeying. Besides it had always been fun to 
play with him. 

"Come on in, stupid," she called. "I guess you'll have to be my lover, since 
nobody else wants me." 

In her innocence and loneliness Marion could think of no one she would 
rather be with than her dog. She invited him onto the bed and the agile 
beast was quick to leap up and park his hundred and twenty pounds beside 
her. He was delighted at the unfamiliar smells that were beginning to fill 
the small airless room. 

"Come on Balto," she urged. "I know you want to do it. Come here and fuck 
me." 

She spread her thin legs and waited for the dog. Balto started to sniff her 
pussy and then realized what he had to do. It would be great to stick his 
long red tongue into the fuckbox, as he had always wanted to do. 

He pulled his head in between the girl's legs and immediately began to lick 
at her thighs and crotch. His tongue was warm and sticky, just as she knew 
it would be. Marion closed her eyes and lay back on the mattress, abandoning 
herself to her canine lover. 

Balto soon found the target he had been seeking. He stuck out his long 
tongue and started to work it into her well lubricated vulva. Marion sighed 
aloud realizing that she had done the right thing. This was a million times 
better than doing it herself and she wanted him to continue until something 
happened. 

The dog was more than happy to oblige his little mistress. He had always 
liked to sniff around her cunt when they would wrestle together, but this 
was something else. His own prick began to stand up proud and red as he 
continued to explore his mistress' hole. 

His long tongue lingered first at the little girl's clitoris, twirling 
around and around the tiny pink flap of flesh. Soon Marion found that she 
was sweating profusely. The windows were closed and the shades down, which 
made the place jungle-like. 

She thought that she was doing something forbidden, something of which her 
parents would not approve. But that was all the better, for it added yet 
another pleasurable element to the scene. After all, it was their fault for 
not letting her out with boys. 

Balto, by this time, had lowered himself so that he was laying flat on the 
mattress. Marion had her fingers twined in his hair and was holding his head 
down so that he could not pull back an inch. Something was starting to 
happen to her body, something that had never happened before, even while 
masturbating alone. 

The dog kept licking at her cunt until the impatient girl tried to force his 
tongue into her vulva. He caught on quickly and started to probe at the 
sweet hole, using long strokes of his agile tongue. It was as if he really 
knew how to turn her on. 

Marion had a great deal of trouble trying to sort out all the new sensations 
that were wracking her body. It was painful and pleasant at the same time, 
something she had never experienced before. The girl was totally ignorant of 
the way of sex, owing to her complete inexperience. She held the dog by the 
ears, stroking him gently as he continued to explore her hungry pussy. 
Marion had made out at parties with boys but had never gone further than 
mutual groping. She could tell already that this was much better, the very 
thing she had longed for. 

"That's it," she told her canine lover. "I love the way you do that to me. 
Please, keep it up." 

Balto, of course, needed no such encouragement. He shoved his tongue in as 
far as it would go, exploring every available inch. As he was eating he 
began to hump the blanket frantically trying to get his rocks off. 

"Come on Balto," she urged him, "stop moving around like that. You're 
driving me crazy." 

But Balto continued his assault on her pussy, not to be satisfied for 
another few minutes. Marion felt all sorts of strange things happening to 
her. It was the weirdest thing she had ever experienced, but now she was 
sure that she liked it. It would be nice to go on for hours like this, 
laying back and letting her dog eat her out. 

Then she knew that something completely new was happening to her. Her limbs 
began to stiffen compulsively as if she had a charley horse in her legs. Her 
cunt was getting wetter by the moment and the pressure was beginning to 
mount to a climax, due in a matter of seconds. 

She felt her pussy beginning to clamp down on the tongue. She gathered her 
strength and then felt her cunt letting loose a veritable ocean of come. The 
sticky stuff rocketed out of her tight hole and her canine lover drank it 
down greedily. 

Only when he had downed the last drop of her come did Balto stop licking his 
mistress' cunt. He pulled his head back and lay beside her waiting for her 
to come to tell him what to do next. It was by far the best and most 
exciting thing they had ever done together. 

"Oh, look at you," Marion cried. "Your little thing is all hard and red. 
What am I going to do about it?" 

Balto barked and rolled over on his back as if he could understand. He was 
indeed in a full state of erection, something that Marion had seen before. 
Everyone had made a big fuss about a previous erection but at the time she 
had failed to understand. 

"I guess you have an erection," she announced innocently, thinking about the 
sex manual she had once examined. "I'm going to have to make you happy now, 
I suppose." 

So saying, she began to rub at the dog's chest and stomach. Balto whined 
softly and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. It was as strange to him as 
to his young mistress' but he trusted her implicitly. After all, they had 
been having such a good time that he knew that she had nothing in mind but 
to bring him pleasure. 

Marion was afraid to touch the dog's prick at first. It was red and hard and 
altogether frightening as if she had been hurting him by turning him on so. 
His balls were much softer and more familiar looking, so she concentrated on 
the hairy globes for the time being. 

It felt nice to squeeze them in her hands. They were soft and stringy, as if 
there were all sorts of goodies inside the sack. She handled and fondled the 
soft globes for a few minutes, noticing that the dog was beginning to get 
frustrated and angry. 

"All right Balt," she told him. "I know what you want me to do. Just hold 
still for a minute." 

So saying, she took his prick in her hands, rubbing it between her palms. It 
was hard but no longer frightening. She rubbed letting her fingers touch the 
wide open tip. Yes, it had been a good idea to invite him into the bedroom, 
she thought. 

"Just lay there, Balto," she commanded her pet. "I don't want you clawing at 
me like you always do. Relax or I won't do it anymore." 

Balto could not understand his mistress' words but knew that she was 
displeased with him. He whined piteously and. then held still. 

She began to use both hands on his prick, sliding her fingers up and down 
the shaft in a way that was calculated to drive him wild. 

Marion was delighted with her ability to turn the dog on. She felt like an 
adult completely in control of the situation. She rubbed his prick gently at 
first, but soon stepped up the pace, wanting to bring him to orgasm. 

Soon enough she was granted her wish. The dog's cock got ever more rigid 
until it was purple in color. She squeezed it hard, letting her nails dig 
into the surface. It didn't bother the dog as if he were impervious to pain. 

Then he surprised Marion. He reared back and spewed come all over her hands. 
It was the most amazing thing, just like a geyser. The sticky come got all 
over her hands and body. Some of it shot up into her face and she was able 
to taste it. 

"That was nice, wasn't it Balto?" she inquired eagerly. "I know you liked 
it, so I'll do it again." 

But Marion realized that it was silly to repeat her first experience. Her 
parents would be home in an hour and she wanted to go on to bigger and 
better things. She decided there was one thing she had to do. 

She knew from reading her sex manual that she was not ready to fuck yet. 
That would be too much the first time. On the other hand, there was no 
reason at all why she couldn't do to Balto exactly what he had done to her. 
It would be fun to take his cock into her mouth. 

Balto rolled over and lay with his paws flailing the air. Once again Marion 
cautioned her pet to behave himself, to relax if he wanted her to continue. 
The intelligent beast obeyed her immediately. His prick was hard as a rock 
and ready. 

He looked at her and was surprised to see how intent she was on sucking his 
cock. Marion did feel that she was doing a strange and forbidden act, but 
that was not enough to hinder her. Now that she had started she was obliged 
to continue until the end. 

But it took several minutes for her to gather the courage to take the red 
stick into her mouth. It looked dirty and smelled of the come. Still, it 
wasn't all that bad. All she had to do was calm down and make up her mind 
that she wanted to do it. 

Soon she realized that she was wasting time. Marion began to rub Balto's 
cock determined to bring him to an erection. Then she would take the prick 
into her mouth and suck until he had filled her up with his come. 

Marion got over her inhibitions rather quickly for a girl of only twelve. 
Once she had experienced her first orgasm, she was a total believer in sex. 
It had shocked and disoriented her at first, but now she knew how to handle 
it and was doing it in a spirit of experimentation. 

To that effect, she swallowed the first three inches of Balto's red cock, 
taking it between her lips but taking care not to let it touch her tongue or 
the inner walls of her cheeks. She used just her teeth biting gently into 
the rigid organ. 

Then she realized that she was only going halfway, not giving the dog what 
he had earned. She let her lips close around the organ and thrilled to the 
feel of the blood that coursed through. Yes, there was no reason on earth 
for her not to suck him off to completion. 

A few seconds later she was going at it with enthusiasm. Her lips closed 
around the weapon and she let her tongue brush against its shaft. Soon she 
discovered that she could take the full length of Balto's cock into her 
mouth and feel it banging against the entrance to her throat. 

Marion discovered that sucking cock was wholly delightful. It didn't hurt at 
all and the big thing hardly had any taste. It was kind of hot to have her 
head buried in his hairy stomach, but that only made her feel more secure. 
And she felt like an adult, capable of turning a lover on and satisfying his 
deepest lusts. 

Marion spit out the thick weapon for a second, intent on licking it like a 
candy stick. She protruded her long pink tongue and started to work on it at 
the base. That seemed to have the same effect on Balto as sucking it, and it 
made it a lot easier for her to breathe. 

She let her tongue wander all over the red surface and then tried to force 
it into the hole at the tip. That made Balto uneasy and she decided not to 
treat him that way anymore so she plunged his prick back into her mouth, 
determined to suck him off until her mouth was full of come. 

Now she was able to try out all sorts of different strokes, to see which 
ones turned her doggie on the most. Sometimes she would lick with her tongue 
so gently that he could hardly feel the pressure. Afterward she would suck 
his cock into her mouth greedily and bite it until the dog howled and whined 
for merciful release. 

Marion soon discovered that the dog was not completely insensitive to pain. 
She sucked at his prick, trying to keep her teeth from biting. It felt nice 
to have it hammering in her mouth, the blood coursing through it as if her 
lover were ready to explode in her mouth. 

It did not actually take much longer for the dog to shoot his load, but in 
the interim Marion managed to complete her education in oral sex. The one 
thing she was sure of was her own liking for sucking cock. In a way it was 
actually more fun than having the dog eat out her own genitalia. 

She took the big thing into her mouth and held it against the back of her 
throat. She could feel Balto's muscles contracting and hear him beginning to 
pant wildly. Yes, it was just like the last time. A few more strokes and she 
would at last have the object of her desires. 

Then the prick leaped into her throat, causing her to gag and choke. She 
couldn't spit it out and tried to breathe through her nose as the fluid 
filled her mouth beyond capacity. The stuff was strong and salty but she 
didn't mind the taste. 

She gulped down as much of the fluid as she could, but then it began to back 
up on her, pouring out of her mouth. As the dog's prick was still spurting, 
the rest of the goo splattered over her pretty face, blinding her. 

Marion took it like a good sport, however. She was delighted at the supply 
and rubbed his belly happily as she wiped the come off her face. It took 
minutes to clean up and then she realized that her parents would soon be 
home. 

It was a shame but she would have to desist for the time being. She dressed 
quickly and sent Balto into the yard to play. It wouldn't be good to have 
him around when her parents returned, she decided. There was no telling what 
the animal would do. No, she would face the folks alone. 

She then decided not to tell her parents anything about the whole event. 
They wouldn't understand and they'd probably get rid of the animal. This was 
her secret and she was old enough to keep it. 

Her parents, when they arrived home, treated her like nothing at all had 
occurred in their absence. That was the signal to Marion to continue their 
activities whenever her parents were out of the house. Now she thought back 
on all the good times she had had with her first dog. 

They had confined their activities to manual and oral sex for the first 
year, but then Marion wanted the dog to fuck her. So she lost her virginity 
to a canine lover and that fact alone had colored her entire future life. 

Now that she thought of it, it was amazing that she had married Jim in the 
first place. He was the least animalistic man she had ever met, so she must 
have been doing it to hide from her true desires. Well, now things were 
different. She could no longer hide from the truth. 

But what was she going to do about it? For one thing, it was unfair to Jim 
to pretend to be satisfied with him when she was conducting affairs of 
bestiality behind his back. On the other she could not be sure that what she 
was doing was right or good for her. 

Eventually she would have to make decisions, between human and animal 
lovemaking. Somehow she could not reconcile the two. But it was impossible 
to decide anything now that her mind was in such a state. No, she would have 
to stay with Jim for a while and continue to deceive him. She would also 
continue her sexual explorations with horse and dog, trying to get to the 
bottom of her mysterious sexuality. Then and only then would she be able to 
make a properly informed decision. 

She closed her eyes and finally managed to drift off to sleep. It was four 
in the morning and the sun was practically ready to rise. Three hours sleep 
and she would have to get up and make breakfast for the man who slept so 
innocently at her side. 

Besides, she would need all her energy for the next day. She would go riding 
in the morning and return home to spend the afternoon with Gus. It looked 
like it was going to be one fine day. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Marion got up early and made breakfast for her husband, anxious to get him 
out of the house. She had a long day and was glad to see him into his car 
and away. Now she would be rid of him for the rest of the day. 

She ate her breakfast and then dressed in her riding habit. She was still 
sleepy but knew that she would wake up as soon as she got some fresh air. 
And the thought of being with Jack again was enough to get her juices 
flowing before she was fully awake. 

She got into her car and headed for the stables. It was early and the road 
was clear, so she was able to drive as fast as she enjoyed. She tore the car 
around the varied curves in a holiday mood with no concern for her safety. 

Suddenly she saw something in the road ahead and put on the brakes as quick 
as she could. It was a large orange cat sitting in the middle of the road 
seeming without a care in the world. It was lucky she had seen it soon 
enough or she would have run over the stupid animal. That would have been an 
awful start to the morning. 

Marion pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out to get a look 
at the cat. She picked it up under the stomach and saw that the cat was 
neither injured nor afraid. She wondered where the cat had come from or if 
the poor thing even had a home. 

He was a large male, about three years old as well as she. could estimate. 
He was a handsome animal, a real mutt with long shaggy hair that seemed to 
grow without a pattern. Marion was attracted to the animal's green eyes and 
lithe little body. 

"You poor thing," she crooned, "you're all filthy. It looks like you've got 
no home, do you?" 

The cat purred and rubbed his back against her side. Most cats, Marion 
recollected, are distrusting of strangers, but this one seemed as friendly 
as an old friend. She just couldn't abandon it after saving its life, but 
how could she take it home with Gus already in residence? 

Well, Gus would have to get used to the cat, whom she immediately named 
Chestnut. She got a better look at the animal and discovered that she was 
sexually attracted. It was a shocking discovery but Marion soon adjusted 
without difficulty. 

What the hell, she chided herself. I can't fight it anymore. I have this 
attraction to animals and there's nothing to do but give in. I might as well 
make it with this one, if there's any way. 

The big orange alley cat continued to rub up against her side. Then he began 
to butt his huge head against her breasts. It turned her on completely, to 
the point where she forgot all about the stables. "Poor little pussy," she 
crooned. "Do you know what I want from you? No? Well, let me show you." 

She ran her hands down the cat's back and then back up again, mussing his 
thick fur. She continued to pet and fondle the warm sleepy beast until she 
had gained his confidence. Now she would be able to go to work without 
worrying about being scratched for her efforts. 

She slid her hand under the cat's stomach and began to stroke his underside. 
Soon she was able to move her hand closer and closer to his prick and balls. 
He seemed a bit uncomfortable but soon accustomed himself to her skilled 
caresses. 

She was delighted at the ease of her conquest. So far so good, she thought. 
All I've got to do is jerk him off once and he'll do anything I want. It's 
going to be the first time I've ever done it with a cat, but that only means 
I hadn't the opportunity before. 

She used her other hand to tickle the cat's backside, finally gathering the 
courage to stroke his balls. Chestnut's little balls were soft and hairy and 
altogether delightful. Marion flicked them back and forth with her fingers 
and was tempted to pop them into her mouth. 

But that would have been going too far with her new feline lover. Cat's hate 
water and this one was bound to get upset if she got him the least bit wet. 
No, that would have to wait until after he trusted her. 

She relinquished her new lover's balls with great reluctance, only to go to 
work on his cock. It was hard to find the tiny thing but she finally located 
it under a lump of matted hair on his underside. Then she was able to try 
her luck at turning Chestnut on. 

The cat rolled over so that he was laying on his side, his back propped up 
against the back of the seat. He lifted his upper hind leg so that his 
crotch was exposed. Marion knew that the cat knew exactly what she wanted. 
Her affinity to animals was often as frightening as it was gratifying. 

Now the animal began to get an erection, the cutest little hard-on Marion 
had ever seen. It popped up red and hard from a sheath of silky hair and it 
couldn't have been more than three quarters of an inch long. It was 
certainly the smallest thing she had ever serviced. 

She held the little erection between thumb and forefinger and started to 
stroke gently knowing that the cat was still skittish about being touched. 
Still, Chestnut was being very good about it, holding his ground and not 
whining or mewing. 

Marion was delighted at her new sexual experiment. There was something 
incredibly sensuous and unknowable about a cat and it was going to be great 
to have one for a lover. She didn't see how she could be satisfied by 
Chestnut but figured she would cross that bridge when she came to it. 

The little erection was hard as a rock and she loved the pink color of its 
shiny surface. Once again Marion was tempted to put the little thing into 
her greedy mouth, but stopped herself before going that far. It would all 
come in good time, she well knew. 

She ran her finger up and down his hard-on, determined to make him come. It 
felt humiliating to be making it with a cat but she knew that feeling would 
pass. It was a part of herself that she could no longer deny, so she 
submitted to it with esprit. 

Chestnut began to roll on the back seat drawing his body into all sorts of 
contractions. But he always kept his prick fully available and exposed so 
that she never missed a stroke. She didn't know but felt that the cat would 
come in a matter of seconds. 

She held onto the base of the hard-on and then felt something travelling 
through the shaft. Two seconds later her fingers were bathed in an ample 
flow of hot cat come. It felt thicker than any semen she had ever felt, but 
otherwise was nothing out of the ordinary. 

"That was nice," she told the cat. "You're really a very virile little 
lover. Now, I'm going to blow you." 

The cat looked at her without comprehension but seemed more than happy to 
abandon himself to her caresses. He seemed half-asleep, his eyes barely open 
and his fur all soft and matted. Yes, he was ready now. 

He arched his back and shoved his tiny pelvis forward, as if he wanted to be 
jerked off again. Marion smiled down at him and rubbed his stomach, 
wondering if she dared to begin. Then she decided that she had to hurry. It 
was getting late and she wanted to see her horse before the evening drew to 
a close. 

She lowered her head and started to lick at his cock. It was hard going for 
the cat shrank away from her every time her head came into contact with his 
hair. Each little hair was like an exposed nerve cell and she couldn't 
figure out a way to calm him down. 

Eventually Marion decided to settle the issue by main force. She lowered her 
head further and protruded her tongue so that it came down onto his exposed 
prick. Chestnut did not move and she was able to start experimenting with 
different ways of giving him a blow-job. 

She used her tongue, licking at the trigger until it was hard and red. That 
seemed to turn him on well enough and she gathered the courage to suck the 
thing between her lips. Now that it was hard she could do anything to him. 

He continued lying on the seat and enjoying her ministrations. He couldn't 
figure out what was happening to him. It was like mounting a female, he 
thought, but also different. Somehow it just didn't matter enough to worry 
his cat's mind about. 

At last the erection was between her lips and she was able to service it. It 
disappeared into her mouth, but she did not care. It felt good to be turning 
on this delightful little creature. It was every bit as good as making it 
with Gus or Jack. 

It was so easy to hold the little thing between her teeth and lick at it. 
Her lips were pressed against his hairy midsection but he no longer seemed 
to mind the wetness of her tongue. No, Marion could tell that he was hot and 
ready again. 

He lay still letting her try out all her tricks on his little prick. She 
licked and sucked and even bit at the tiny thing, using every possible 
combination she could devise. It was hard to tell what was doing him the 
most good but she kept up her good work. 

The little thing grew in her mouth and she knew that he would soon come. 
Before that, she wanted to show him as good a time as possible. She sucked 
his prick again and buried it in her tongue, wrapping the agile organ around 
the hard little red stick. 

Chestnut seemed to go tight at that point. He moved his hips forward as if 
her mouth were not deep enough for his tiny weapon and then thrust in for 
the last time. Marion felt the come shooting and drank it greedily. She had 
done her work so well and was now being rewarded in the best way she could. 

He came a lot more than she expected but it was easy for her to gulp it all 
down. It was strong stuff and she had to resist the temptation to spit. But 
that would have been unfair to her feline lover so down it went. 

Now it was time for her to see just what the cat could do to turn her on. 
Marion got out of the car and looked around for a place where they could 
make love privately. The back of the car was just too small for her. 
Besides, it was always nicer to do it al fresco. 

She left the car door open and was delighted when the cat leaped out after 
her. Yes, the dear little fellow did love her, he wanted to stay with her. 
Now she would have to take him home with her. There was no way she could 
abandon him now that they had become lovers. 

Fortunately, she had stopped at a rather deserted spot. The cat followed her 
closely, rubbing against her ankles as he followed. He was purring as if he 
knew what was going to happen and was delighted. 

Soon she discovered the perfect spot for the tryst. It was a small copse, a 
little glade surrounded by foliage. The bushes would hide them even if 
someone should chance by. Now she could go through with her plans and try to 
see if there was some way the cat could stimulate her sexually. 

Marion walked into the center of the clearing and wasted no time getting out 
of her clothing. It was cold and clear and she found that there were 
goosebumps all over her. Still, it would take more than a little cold to 
hold her back at this point. 

She was naked and then knew exactly what she wanted Sir Cat to do. He seemed 
so friendly and devoted that he wouldn't be likely to refuse her request. 
There was something very human about Chestnut, as if he could understand 
everything she was thinking. 

Marion decided that it was often that way with them. In many ways they were 
incredibly stupid, which they could hide behind a screen of indifference. 
But he was different. He responded to her every gesture and seemed to be 
more physical than most cats. 

Marion had never owned a cat and therefore found Chestnut more exciting than 
Gus. He was so mysterious and unpredictable, as if he had some kind of a 
mind of his own and was doing her a favor by consorting with her. It would 
take some time for them to come to a better understanding. 

"Now Chestnut," she said, "I'm going to lay on the ground. I want you to use 
your tongue on my pussy." 

The cat looked at her and seemed to be thinking over her proposition. He 
watched with interest as she reclined on the grass, waiting to see just what 
it was all about. 

She lay spread-eagled on the ground. The cat came over and began to brush 
his body between her thighs, working closer and closer to her loins. It was 
impossible but it was happening. She knew that he would soon do her bidding 
and go for her cunt. 

The intelligent animal continued to torment his mistress by rubbing against 
her cunt. Sometimes he would turn around and jam himself against her legs so 
that only his tail would come into contact with her twat. That gave her the 
idea of forcing the long appendage into her body opening. 

But that was not necessary for he soon did what she expected of him. He 
turned and sniffed her cunt, using his nose to explore the territory. Soon 
his little tongue shot out of his mouth and into her snatch. 

She was amazed and gratified. Yes, the little angel was going to eat her. 
She could feel his sandpaper tongue licking away at the clitoris. It was 
somewhat painful but she knew that it would turn her on. 

She did not have long to wait. It was hard to feel his attentions at first 
being so slight but the rasping was soon driving her crazy with its 
insistency. Yes I'm really going to get on with this creature. First a 
horse, then a dog and now this. It's too much. 

His tongue was thin but long. It slid into her vulva and reached all the way 
to her uterus. She sighed knowing that it was no fluke. She would be able to 
celebrate her orgasm as a result of his exertions. 

As for the cat, he knew exactly what was expected. Having grown up in the 
woods, he had no preconceived notion of how he was supposed to relate to 
humans. Thus, he had not developed a fear or distaste for the most intimate 
contact with people. 

He had spent a life foraging around garbage dumps and trash cans. He had had 
some contact with people, who would admire his handsome coat and then try to 
catch him. Well, it would have taken a Hermes to catch Chestnut, healthy and 
quick as he was. 

But it was different with Marion. This woman did not seem to want to capture 
but to play much in the manner of the few children he had met. She was 
showing him such a good time and he felt that he could stay with her without 
any problems. It had been a hard winter and he was ready to try living in a 
house. 

He stuck his tongue into her cunt again, licking at the moistness. It was 
reminiscent of the aroma of the fish he so dearly loved, but a cat's sense 
of smell is so precise that there was no way, no way, he could confuse the 
two. 

After all, one was pussy, one was fish. 

Occasionally he would remove his tongue from Marion and worked it around her 
clit. It was fun to be able to make the huge human writhe on the ground just 
like a lady cat. Yes, he was having an unusually amusing time of it. 

As for her, she was moving closer to her climax. Chestnut's tongue was as 
rough as an emery board and she loved that feeling. A few more strokes and 
she would be over the hill, spewing herself all over his handsome feline 
head. 

She felt her limbs stiffen and knew that she couldn't hold out any longer. 
It was great to have the beast pressed between her legs while she came, but 
as her cunt honey surged forward he pulled himself away, sensing the 
imminence of the great flood. 

She had to come without a tongue inside her, but that did not deter the 
woman for a second. She shot her prodigious load and then looked down at the 
cat who was rubbing his side against her thighs. He had a satisfied look on 
his handsome face. 

"That was nice," she said. "You're really quite a little lover. Maybe we'll 
do that again." 

But she was not really satisfied with repeats. Now that they had satisfied 
each other orally she wanted to go all the way. Nothing was going to satisfy 
her but having the beast come inside her cunt. 

"Now listen," she said. "We've got to do one more thing. But I don't want 
you to worry about it. We're going to fuck and I know it'll work out well." 

The only problem was finding a way for the cat to fuck her. His prick had 
remained erect so that there would be no problem turning him on, but she had 
to figure out a way for him to get into the proper position. The disparity 
in their sizes made it seem almost impossible. 

Marion thought if over for a few minutes and then decided that they might as 
well try to fuck in a human position. If that didn't work out they could 
always try something else. She lay back down and crooked her finger in 
invitation for the cat to get atop her body. 

"Come on Chestnut," she urged. "I know you want me. Just climb on and sock 
it to me." 

The cat seemed more than willing to oblige his new mistress. He walked over 
her stomach with his little padded feet and then got into position. He had 
to raise himself up and balance with his paws on her stomach until he had 
assumed the proper position. Now he was all ready to fuck. 

Marion could feel him rubbing against her .pussy. It felt great almost as 
"good as being fucked. But it would never do to leave it like that, so she 
talked to the cat again: "That's doing it right, Chestnut, love," she 
crooned. "Just stick it into me. We'll have a dynamite time together." 

He began to wiggle around until he was finally able to shove his tiny prick 
into her hole. At first she couldn't feel a thing since he had lubricated 
her so well with his tongue, but soon she could feel his prick hammering at 
the mouth of her vulva. 

She suddenly remembered a peculiar anatomical feature of the cat. They have 
a barb on the end of their pricks, so it is said. It is very painful for the 
female cat to be fucked. 

She soon discovered that the little barb was the only thing that enabled her 
to feel Chestnut's passionate thrusts. Otherwise his prick would assuredly 
have disappeared into her cavernous twat. It was a far cry from being fucked 
by a horse or even a dog but she knew she could get used to it. 

"Go on," she told her lover. "It's really turning me on. I hope we come 
together this time. Sock it to me, baby, I'm almost ready." 

Marion began to move her hips forward, trying to drag the cat's prick ever 
further into her cunt. She feared the cat might follow the prick, so 
distended had her cunt become. But that was something she was willing to 
tolerate in the cause. 

Chestnut was enjoying himself more with each passing second. .He began to 
hump, moving like a human. His prick slid in and out and she began to feel 
that she might be bleeding internally. Things weren't turning out well. 

But she began to be turned on by her lover's exertions. It felt great to be 
fucked like a little lady cat. There wasn't all that great an area of 
contact, but the very idea of it! In addition he was working on the most 
sensitive parts of her twat-her clitoris and the very mouth of her vulva. 

Eventually she knew that her orgasm could be held back by no power on earth. 
She threw her head back and began to moan aloud. Her eyes closed. He took 
fright at first and tried to back away. Soon he realized what was happening 
and shoved his hard prick back into the hot hole. 

Then she began to come, in perfect harmony with him. The come rocketed out 
and bathed the entrance of her cunt in warm salinity. Then her own juices 
poured forth, soaking him all over his underside and belly. 

He leaped away from the hot juices but didn't go far. He was quite happy 
with events as was his mistress. It had hurt when he ripped the thing out of 
her hole, but she was happy to have serviced the little devil. Now he would 
come home with her without a struggle. 

But she decided that she was still not through with her lover. There were 
all sorts of other ways they could fuck, now that the first position had 
been a success. She rolled over onto her stomach and invited the cat to fuck 
her from behind, normal cat-style. 

He walked in between her two legs with his four legs and sniffed at the 
opened cunt. It had begun to dry out which nullified his wetness phobia. He 
put his nose against her clit and forced his tongue into the twat. It was 
what she needed to get started again. 

His talented tongue made her ready to fly. She parted her legs and commenced 
to further encourage the animal to fuck, fuck again. He hesitated, but only 
for a short time. 

"That's right," she purred, "just get between my buttocks and shove that 
little thing into me. 

Once again, Chestnut seemed to understand her. He pushed into position and 
protruded his little prick until it was knocking at the snatch door. One 
more thrust and he had shot the bolt home. It looked like they would be able 
to fuck in this, his normal position, very well. 

She thrilled to the feel of the cat's silkiness against her creamy buttocks. 
It was like being fucked in the cunt and asshole simultaneously. She knew 
that it would be even easier to shoot her load this time. She hoped that the 
cat would come with her again. 

She raised her ass a few inches, making it even easier for him to get 
inside. He shoved his prick in to the hilt and then raised himself up onto 
her back. To her surprise, Marion felt his claws digging into her back. He 
was going to fuck her like a female cat, which made the whole scene more 
exotic. 

It hurt to have him clawing at her like that and then she felt his teeth 
digging into the small of her back. Well, this was what she wanted and 
Marion was determined not to back off from this occurence. If she wanted cat 
sex she had to become part cat. 

Actually, it was stimulating to have him biting and clawing. So catlike, it 
added sensations which were missing because of his minuscule cock. And it 
was great getting it from behind, so that she could see her lover as he took 
his pleasure. 

He began to fuck harder-the triple friction of teeth, claws and prick drove 
her frantic. A wave of passion surged through her limbs and she knew that 
she could hold out no longer. Chestnut too seemed to be ready with another 
load. 

This time he was the first to come. He shoved his prick in once more and she 
could feel his semen washing into her. It was just what Marion needed to 
trigger her own climax, which occurred just as the happy cat was removing 
his prick from her dripping snatch. 

Chestnut leaped back as he finished coming, just in time to avoid a stream 
of cunt juice that would have soaked him to the pelt. He rubbed up against 
Marion's thighs, while she lay on her stomach, pondering her adventures and 
relaxing after spending her juice. 

"Listen Chestnut," she moaned. "I have to go riding so you come back to the 
car with me. Later we'll go home and I'll introduce you to my dog." 

She got up and dressed, quite worn out by her exertions. Things had been 
busy and Marion found that it was catching up with her. Sooner or later she 
was going to have to face the music and make a decision. 

But, now, all she wanted was to see her horse. A good ride would rid her of 
the weariness and she would then have a 'nice proper horse fuck. 

They both walked together to the car and he leaped into the front seat, 
curling up beside her. He had never been in a car before, but trusted his 
mistress and knew she meant him no harm. 

"That's right Chestnut," she soothed. "Just sit back and relax. You've 
earned it-we'll be there shortly. Don't be too jealous of Jack." 

She pulled out into the road; it would take but a short time to reach the 
stables. She reflected that perhaps she was no longer in control of her own 
destiny. She had an awful lot of thinking to do en route. 

It was late and she wouldn't have much time to spend with the horse, which 
was a frustration. It had been great with Chestnut, but not all that 
satisfying. Her orgasms had been too hard to achieve and she needed a larger 
prick to calm her overexcited body. 

What she was going to do when she got home, she couldn't imagine. The dog 
and cat would probably tear each other to pieces. In any case, she still had 
two animals to fuck that day and wondered if her stamina would be up to the 
severe challenge. 

And then there was Jim. He would be home by six and would need a fuck. She 
couldn't refuse him without some ridiculous excuse that wouldn't wash. Yes, 
it was decision time for her. 

Soon the car pulled into the parking lot and carrying the cat went to the 
office. Mr. Windner took a look at the cat and said that it was not wise to 
keep cats near horses. They did not like their smell and might panic, being 
the panicky creatures they were. 

"All right, Windner," Marion assured him, "I'll bring my little Chestnut 
back to the car." 

"I think you'd better," the man answered. "He looks like a mean alley cat. 
Where'd you get him?" 

She told him about his perch in the middle of the roadway. No mention of 
subsequent sex, of course. She said she had always wanted a cat. He knew she 
loved animals. 

So, she took the cat and placed him on the front seat of the car. She made 
him to understand that she would soon return. He purred loudly in 
understanding and soon became a little ball of slumber. He did not think of 
escaping from his strange new owner. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Marion watched her new pet falling asleep and was soon satisfied that he 
would be waiting for her when- she returned. She bent over to place a kiss 
on his broad forehead and then strode purposefully toward, the riding 
stable. It was time to keep her appointment with Jack. 

She reached the stable and looked around for Mr. Windner but he was nowhere 
to be found. Using the time to her best advantage, Marion decided to take a 
look around the stables. Mr. Windner had a lot of new horses and she wanted 
to see if any could compare to Jack in high spirits and good looks. It 
didn't seem likely, she thought. 

Marion walked around the stalls, peering in at the various horses. The 
stable population had grown to over fifty and it was difficult to walk 
through without gagging. Mr. Windner took good care of the animals, but 
nonetheless the aroma of food and droppings was hard to take. 

"Well, well," Mr. Windner announced, walking into the barn. "Having a look 
around? Do you want a different horse this time? Jack a little wild for 
you?" 

"No, not at all," Marion responded. "I don't know why people think he's so 
wild and dangerous." 

"It's you I wonder about," Mr. Windner answered. "I mean it. You're the only 
one who can control that horse. I wish you'd tell me your secret." 

"Nothing to it," Marion answered smilingly. "All it takes is a little 
kindness." 

The talked some more until Marion was satisfied that there was nothing 
special on Mr. Windner's mind. He really was curious about her ability to 
ride such a wild one, but as far as she was concerned, he would go to his 
grave unsatisfied as to her secret. 

Now it was time for the horse to be let out. She watched carefully as Mr. 
Windner saddled the steed, surprised that Jack did not seem to remember her. 
Well, horses were very intelligent, but he's going to remember me when I get 
him in the woods alone. 

Marion mounted her steed and this time had quite a bit of difficulty 
controlling Jack. He champed at the bit and his breath vaporized visibly in 
the crisp late morning air. She looked at her watch and was disappointed to 
see how late it was. She would only have an hour for Jack and then would 
have to rush home to do housework. 

She headed Jack out toward their usual path and he seemed grateful for the 
exercise. A big strong animal-like groan escaped his lips. He needed to be 
run everyday. It really was a pity that she couldn't buy him and keep him at 
home. But Jim would never permit that. 

For one thing they couldn't afford it. Their mortgage payments were too 
high, and then there was the upkeep of their two cars. Besides, she was 
going to bring Chestnut home that day and there was no way she could 
convince Jim to bring a third huge animal into their family. 

Soon, Marion had steered her mount out to the woods, the site of their 
former tryst. Now the horse seemed to know a little more about what was 
going on. He pulled to a stop at the site of their amours and refused to go 
a step further, which was perfectly satisfactory to his rider. 

She leaped off swinging herself to the ground. Tired and confused she still 
had to go through with it. In a sense Jack was the most stimulating and 
important of her lovers. It was only with him that she could find complete 
satisfaction. 

Yes, this was really it, she told herself. I'll fuck him and then go home to 
the dog. If it really turns me on, if I find that I'm totally committed to 
bestiality, I'm going to have to make an accommodation, not to mention 
explaining the whole mess to Jim. 

But there was no time to think about such things. Jack was pawing the ground 
impatiently and if she didn't get down to it soon he would get too wild to 
control. She walked up to the horse and slapped him on the fetlocks, hoping 
to calm him. Horses hate surprises and it's always best to hit them hard 
rather than tickle them, she knew. 

He turned his head and began to nuzzle her neck. His huge teeth bit into her 
shoulder so that she had to brush him away. It was incredible that he 
remembered her now that they were back at their private spot. Horses, she 
decided, have a selective memory. 

In any case, there was no reason for further delay. Marion led the horse to 
the clearing and then wasted no time in removing her clothes. It felt funny 
to undress but her body was overexcited again and she could not wait to fuck 
the handsome beast. 

She decided to try an experiment. She removed the bit from his mouth and 
took the bridle off his shoulders. Now he was free. All she had to do now 
was convince the fiery beast to eat out her pussy before they got to the 
fucking. 

The horse whinnied aloud as she sank to the earth, undoubtedly disappointed 
that she wasn't ready to blow him or jerk him off. But he was responsive and 
soon caught on to what she wanted. Marion opened her legs, rubbed her crotch 
and waited for him to begin. 

To her delight, the horse lowered his head and forced it between her thighs. 
It was difficult to fit his huge head there but Marion was in good enough 
physical shape to pull it off. Then he began to use his immense tongue to 
turn her on in the best way. 

"Yes," she said, "that's perfect. Just shove your tongue in and out. I want 
to come all over you, cover you with my cunt honey." 

She spoke gently and calmly knowing that it would be dangerous to excite the 
horse at this early stage of the game. His huge teeth were capable of 
mashing her and she didn't want him to get so sexually aroused until she was 
in a better position to handle his intemperate lust. 

But for the moment she could think of nothing but the gratification of her 
own hungry body. It had been more frustrating than satisfying to fuck 
Chestnut and now she was ready for stronger medicine. They were going to 
make good use of the hour they would be able to pass together. 

She was totally pleased with what Jack was doing to her. He had the largest 
tongue and seemed to know just what to do to her hot box. Again and again 
the tongue would slide into her pussy, already big enough to hold it. 

Sometimes his tongue would brush against her clit, turning her on all the 
more. It was like being licked by ten tongues at once and she was soon 
wallowing in a pool of sticky equine saliva. All he had to do was keep it up 
for a few minutes more and she would fly, ready to cover his tongue with her 
juices. 

He seemed perfectly content to go on eating her pussy, loving the salt 
taste. He had his legs spread and his head firmly planted between Marion's 
legs as if he understood. Yes, he really does love me, she thought fondly. 

Marion reached her hand out and started to stroke Jack's powerful neck. It 
was like holding a statue, for the young horse was all muscle. He felt like 
he could explode at any time, the wiry sinews about to snap in a frenzy of 
lust. Yes, she would come in a matter of minutes. 

The long tongue continued to probe her digging in all the way to the uterus 
with inches to spare. It was almost as hard as a prick and at least twice 
the size of any human sexual organ. Also, it was so wet that she never had 
to worry about getting her cunt to lubricate. 

Then she felt her muscles beginning to contract and knew that the coming 
time was soon. Marion threw her head back and closed her eyes, knowing that 
she didn't have to do a thing but wait for the storm to break. Jack 
continued to eat her out, evidently oblivious to the approach of her orgasm. 

He shoved his tongue in one last time and then she felt her cunt contracting 
around the long organ. It was tight and uncomfortable now but a few seconds 
later she was screaming with lust and pouring her juices into her lover's 
immense mouth. 

"That was beautiful," she told him when she had finished. "Now I'm going to 
make you just as happy." 

It really had been a marvelous orgasm. Just the thing needed to calm one. 
Now things didn't seem as frantic or crisis-oriented. All was peaceful and 
satisfactory in her strange new animal world. 

Yes, things are completely up in the air, but as long as I can find 
satisfaction this easily, there's nothing to worry about. Sooner or later 
things were bound to resolve. She would finish with him and then go home to 
cope with her unknowing husband. 

She decided that she might as well blow the handsome stud. They had less 
than an hour to spend together and there was no point wasting time in a 
jerk-off. It probably didn't make much difference to the horse but to Marion 
it made all the difference. 

She walked over to him and stroked his neck, something that always turned 
him on. He turned his head and stared at her as she worked him over, loving 
the way she was handling him. Marion realized that she was probably the only 
human who had ever treated him thus, with kindliness. To say nothing of 
satisfying his animal lust. 

She then started to rub her hands over his underside, moving closer and 
closer to his cock and balls. The horse was not aroused as yet, but she knew 
that that would present no difficulties. One touch of her talented ten 
fingers and the beast would be a flying horse. 

He began, to pace making if difficult for her to reach the target. She 
decided to get down to business, before she spooked him and ruined their 
whole scene. She stretched out her hand until her fingers make contact with 
his enormous prick. 

Her fingers clamped around his huge cock, which soon came directly to life. 
In a matter of seconds Jack had raised an erection that was almost 
frightening. Marion stared at it with lust and decided to go down on her 
knees and suck him off without wasting another second of precious time. 

She dropped to her knees and took the big prick in her hand, guiding it 
directly toward her parted hps. It was so huge that she had to practically 
dislocate her jaw to swallow it but Marion was determined to succeed in what 
she had started out to do. It would have been foolish to stop at that point, 
before she had satisfied his wild animal lust. 

The huge prick was finally embedded in her mouth and Marion was able to use 
all her skills to turn the beast on as only she could. It was nice to have 
the big, powerful animal at her mercy, standing over her and dying to have 
her bring him to orgasm. 

She looked up and saw the horse's belly looming over her head. It felt like 
she was a little girl again, engaging in something out of a fever dream. She 
wondered how many other women would have been glad to trade positions with 
her, thereby following their deepest fantasies. It was not a difficult thing 
to imagine. 

That was really the point of the whole thing, she decided. Most women are 
probably dying to do what she was doing but few were able to admit it even 
to themselves. Well, that wis so much the worse for them. 

She opened her mouth wide and tried to swallow as much as possible of the 
huge cock that was hammering at her throat. There was no chance of servicing 
it all, but it was a challenge to see just how much of him she could take, 
Last time it had been difficult to get even six inches of him into her 
mouth, but this time she was determined to do even better. 

Marion tried to relax and stifle her gag reflex. Inch after inch the huge 
thing probed her throat until she realized that she could go no further 
without gravely endangering her health. She had taken in a full eleven 
inches of his prick, which was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. 

Then Marion let most of the huge organ slip out of her mouth. She couldn't 
do a thing when it was probing at her throat and time was passing all too 
quickly She wanted him to come in her mouth as soon as possible for that 
would give her a chance to fuck him before returning home. 

She let the big thing go all the way out of her mouth so that she could look 
at it as she sucked him off. It was a lot easier to lick the thing than to 
suck it, and it seemed to make no difference to the horse. All he wanted was 
for her to stimulate him in any manner she chose. 

Marion was more than happy to oblige her lover. Her cunt was watering 
copiously now, just at the thought of swallowing his come. She knew that 
that too would be impossible but this time she was going to get most of it 
down or die trying. It was the least she could do for her lover. 

Jack kept still for once, letting Marion do whatever she wanted to his huge 
prick. Marion licked it like an enormous candy cane, running her tongue from 
the base to the tip. Jack had a cock very much like that of a human being, 
the only real difference being in the area of quantity Actually, his prick 
looked more like a human one than those of any of her other animal lovers. 
That made the whole scene a lot more comfortable, for Marion was not ready 
for anything overly exotic. Any sign of familiarity reassured her and kept 
her from panicking. 

A few seconds later she could feel the huge organ beginning to throb wildly. 
It was time to take it back into her mouth, which she did with alacrity. Her 
lips stretched to take it in and she felt like her jaw would be dislocated, 
but she knew that it would all be over in a few seconds. 

Jack reared back slightly and then thrust his prick forward, almost knocking 
Marion off her knees. She held on to his prick with her hands and soon 
gained her reward. A stream of come rocketed into Marion's mouth, so much 
that she thought she was going to drown in it. 

But this time she was ready for her lover and started to gulp down the come 
almost before it had shot into her mouth. It tasted warm and strong and 
altogether delightful, and she took in at least half of it before having to 
relinquish the spurting organ. The rest of the come splattered all over her 
naked tits and midsection. 

"That was nice, Jack," she told her lover, stroking him on the nose. "Now 
we're really going to have fun. I want you to hurry up and fuck me before I 
go home." 

Jack looked at his mistress with affection but not understanding. He was all 
worked up but could not understand how it had happened. All he knew was that 
she had brought him to orgasm, something that he had never experienced 
before, even with another horse. 

"Now I want you to take it easy," Marion cautioned her equine lover. "I'm 
going to get down on the ground in horsy position, but don't you fuck me too 
wildly." 

Marion knew that the horse could not understand her words, but figured that 
it was good to calm him down with her soft, musical voice. She always had a 
way with animals, ever since early childhood, and knew that they liked to be 
talked to, since it brings them closer to their owners. 

She dropped down onto her hands and knees and waited for the horse to mount 
her. Jack grew confused at that point and started to strut around 
dangerously over her. Marion realized what she had to do and took his prick 
in her hands, pulling on it until he was again in a state of erection. 

Now the horse seemed better adjusted and wasted little time getting into the 
proper position. His huge prick came up against Marion's twat and she spread 
her legs as wide as they would go. Soon she had managed to force the first 
six inches of his cock into her hungry cunt. 

Soon the two lovers were locked together. Marion had to strain to keep the 
big thing inside her, but was soon adjusted to the incredibly deep 
penetration. Her cunt ached and hurt but she was determined to go through 
with it. It only took Jack a few minutes to shoot his load. 

He plunged his cock into her and Marion found that she had to move forward 
to keep from being impaled. There ensued a real cat and mouse game, with the 
horse trying to lull Marion into a false sense of security so that he could 
suddenly plunge his prick in to the hilt. 

But Marion stayed a step ahead of him. She would be willing to take him all 
in if she could, she thought, but that would really be impossible. No, Jack 
would have to settle for fucking her way or give it up altogether. She had 
no intention of letting him injure her. 

Her cunt was beginning to water again but Marion knew that she would not 
gain her orgasm easily. She was sated with passion after the last three days 
but knew that it was her duty to keep her lover happy. Sex with animals was 
not really very different than with men, she decided. In both cases a woman 
is forced to serve. 

Jack began to buck a little more wildly and Marion knew that he would come 
pretty soon. She moved a little closer to him, letting his cock get deeper 
into her cunt than it had ever gone before. It was nice to be completely 
full of cock, even if it felt like it was going to tear her to pieces. 

Jack shoved his rigid prick forward for the last time and then Marion felt 
it exploding inside her cunt. She weathered the storm and felt a river of 
come surging into her pussy. It soon filled her to capacity and she had to 
move away from the still spurting organ. 

The rest of the come splattered onto the ground and Marion watched with 
interest as it sank into the earth. She looked at her watch, the only item 
of apparel She was still wearing, and realized that time had been passing 
all too quickly for her taste. She would have to get dressed immediately and 
hurry home to cook for her husband. 

"I'm sorry Jack," she told the horse. "I know you'd like to do it again, but 
it's impossible." 

So saying, she leaped to her feet and dressed herself in record time. Then 
she put Jack's bridle, saddle and reins back on and remounted quickly. Two 
minutes later they were heading back toward the stable. 

Mr. Windner was there to meet Marion, still afraid of letting her out with 
his troublesome horse. He was delighted to see what a good rider she had 
become and congratulated her again on her ability to control the impetuous 
and fettlesome beast. 

"It's really nothing," Marion assured him. "I don't see why anyone would 
complain about this horse." 

"Well, take my word for it," he replied. "Nobody else has the guts to even 
mount him." 

Marion bade her friends goodbye and hurried back to her car. She wasn't 
going to have much time to spend with Gus, especially since she would have 
to introduce him to her cat, which might not go at all well. It would be a 
shame if the animals failed to get along, for then she would be faced with 
the problem of choosing which one to get rid of. 

Chestnut was still asleep in the car when she arrived. He woke up as she 
started to rev the engine and began to rub up against her side. He was a 
strange sort of cat, asleep half the time but as passionate as any of her 
animal lovers. In a certain sense he was her favorite. 

Marion pulled the car back onto the highway and headed for home. She drove 
even faster than usual, not thinking about the possibility of having an 
accident. Fortunately, there was little traffic on the road and within 
twenty minutes she was pulling her car into the driveway. 

Gus had been left out for the day and was scampering around the front yard, 
impatiently awaiting her arrival. Marion stuffed Chestnut into the back seat 
and figured that it would be best to talk to the dog a little before 
springing such an unpleasant surprise on him. 

She got out of the car and let Gustave jump all over her, practically 
ripping her clothing off her tired body. Gus was incredibly happy to see 
her, as if he had thought she would never return. And it was good for Marion 
to have him being that loyal to her. 

"Now listen Gus," she told him. "I've brought a new friend home today. 
You're just going to have to get along with him, because I love him too much 
to give him away." 

Then Marion opened the car door and let Chestnut out. At first the little 
cat did not seem to notice the big, shaggy monster that was frisking around 
him, but he could not ignore Gustave for long. Fortunately the big dog 
seemed to have no malice toward the new intruder. 

"That's right," Marion encouraged him. "It's just a friendly little pussy 
cat. I'm sure that you two are going to be the best of friends as soon as 
you get acquainted." 

Chestnut had met dogs before, but never one as big and friendly as Gustave. 
Generally, he would avoid the obstreperous creatures, but he could tell 
immediately that this huge beast meant him no harm. He paced around under 
the car, occasionally peeking out to take a look at Gus. 

Soon he gathered his courage to the point where he could come out into the 
open. He walked directly up to Gus and began to sniff at his legs, the only 
part he could reach. Gus lowered his head and started to sniff back, only to 
receive a hard, sharp paw directly on his sensitive nose. 

Chestnut scratched the dog just to teach him a little respect. He then 
walked back over to the beast and rubbed his nose against his front legs. 
Gustave soon realized that his little friend did not like rough play and had 
a way of defending himself that was formidable to say the least. 

Soon the animals were scampering across the lawn together having a wonderful 
time. Marion watched them with complete gratification but then realized that 
it was time for her to take Gus into the house. She pulled him away from the 
car and led both animals into the foyer. 

"You just look around for awhile," she told Chestnut. "Me and Gus have to go 
upstairs for awhile and then I promise I'll come back down to keep you 
company." 

Chestnut was already gone, exploring and sniffing at every inch of the 
unfamiliar house. It was the first time he had been in a house during the 
day, his previous visits having been mere excuses to get out of the cold or 
forage for scraps when people were asleep. 

Marion watched him for a few seconds and then led Gustave upstairs to her 
bedroom. They didn't have much time before she would have to prepare supper, 
but she knew it wouldn't take much to satisfy her canine lover. Gus could 
come .quicker than any of her other animal lovers. 

She opened the door of the bedroom and Gus was quick to follow her inside. 
Unlike the horse, he seemed to have a good memory and knew just what to 
expect. He licked at her heels and ankles and seemed impatient for Marion to 
undress and take him into her bed. 

"Come on Gus," she told him. "Take it easy for a minute, won't you. I have 
to get undressed before you fuck me. You know that. So just relax for a 
second." 

Marion got out of her clothing quickly and decided to let the dog fuck her 
immediately. It would be fun to suck him off first but she didn't know is 
she had time for it. She would give him a good fucking and then see if she 
could turn him on a little more before Jim returned home. 

It didn't take much for Gus to get into the swing of things. He had been 
confused by the presence of the cat but now there was only one thing on his 
canine mind. His mistress was naked before him and waiting to be fucked. 

His cock rose to a full state of erection just looking at her. 

Marion got down on all fours on the soft rug and waited for her dog to mount 
her. It was nice being with an intelligent animal after her scene with the 
truculent and slow thinking Jack. Yes, Gus was a very satisfying lover, even 
if his prick was a mere five inches long. 

Gustave got behind his mistress and tried to position himself properly. He 
got onto her back and dug his teeth into the soft skin at the nape of her 
neck. It hurt Marion at first but she realized that it was the price she had 
to pay in order to service her passionate animal lover. 

She waited for him to enter and soon found his prick knocking at her gate. 
She spread her legs gently and then felt the bolt sliding home. It entered 
her to the hilt and then Marion knew that she could begin to think about her 
own sexual gratification. Gus would know how to take care of his own needs, 
as he always had in the past. 

She arched her back, trying desperately to draw a little more of his short 
cock into her hungry pussy. It was not easy to be satisfied with Gus, but 
once he started to pump on his own, things got better for her. After her 
scene with Jack it wouldn't take much to bring Marion to orgasm. 

It felt great to have the strong beast pumping away at her defenseless 
pussy. Marion reached around and tried to caress his balls as he fucked her, 
but soon discovered that it was anatomically impossible. No, she would have 
to sit there passively waiting for him to come. 

Gus continued to fuck her, taking a lot longer than usual to come. Marion 
felt the onset of her own orgasm and began to grind her ass backward into 
her lover's midsection. Her arms and legs stiffened compulsively and she 
knew that she would shoot her load in a matter of seconds. 

Then it happened, suddenly and without warning. Her pussy began to dilate 
and contract uncontrollably, and then the juices began to flow. She gave Gus 
a veritable bath in her come and then relaxed as her passion finally 
subsided. Now she didn't have to do a thing but sit there and wait for 
Gustave to fill her cunt with cream. 

Gus continued to fuck her frantically and then Marion could feel a few drops 
of come leaking out of his rod. She moved her ass from side to side, trying 
to increase her lover's pleasure. A few seconds later she could feel the 
blood coursing through his swelling, spurting prick. 

Gus shoved his prick in one last time and Marion could feel her cunt filling 
up with come. He leaped off her after that and started to frisk around the 
room, trying to show his gratitude to the woman who had serviced his cock. 
Marion watched him with great amusement for a few minutes. 

"I'm sorry Gus," she announced. "I have no more time for you today. You'll 
have to go downstairs and play with Chestnut while I do my work in the 
kitchen." 

Gustave looked up at his mistress in a rather pitiable manner. He was just 
getting started and was unpleasantly shocked to find that she did not want 
him any more. Well, he thought, there would always be the next day. 
Meanwhile, he could go downstairs and play around, waiting to be fed. 

Marion dressed herself quickly and hurried down to the kitchen. It was 
getting terribly late and she would have just enough time to get supper 
ready before Jim got home. Yes, things were getting terribly frantic again 
and she didn't know how to deal with her strange new situation. 

The two animals met in the hallway and this time Gus took off directly for 
the cat, trying to trample the little creature in his enthusiasm. Marion 
watched with amusement as they scampered around the hall. They weren't angry 
at each other but there was a definite element of competition between the 
two strong animals. 

Finally they made friends again and returned to the living room to sniff and 
explore one another. Gus was so horny that he tried to mount Chestnut, but 
soon discovered the evil of his ways by means of another hard blow to his 
big, sensitive nose. 

Marion realized that the animals would get along fine. Chestnut was in no 
way scared of the dog, which was half the battle. Gus would learn to calm 
down in the cat's presence and then they would become friends. 

She returned to her labors and soon had supper under control. It was a race 
against time but she knew she had it won. Jim would be home any minute but 
would never know or have the slightest idea about what had gone on in his 
absence. 

She continued with supper, listening to hear if the animals were still 
getting along well. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and 
she rushed out of the kitchen to let her husband into the house and 
introduce him to the latest member of their growing family. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Jim turned his key in the door, not wanting to draw his wife out of the 
kitchen. He appreciated the way she had adjusted to keeping house for him 
and did everything he could to help her or at least stay out of her way. He 
took off his hat and coat and started to walk towards the kitchen. 

"Hey, what the hell is this?" he yelled out, seeing the cat run across the 
carpet with Gus in hot pursuit. 

"It's our new pet, Chestnut," Marion shouted back, trying to make herself 
heard over the din. "I'll come in and tell you about it if you'll just wait 
a second." 

Marion finished up dinner and then trotted out into the living room to 
confront her husband. Jim was standing up with the newspaper unfolded in his 
hands. With his glasses and tweed suit he looked like the perfect picture of 
the cloistered scholar suddenly bumping into the real world. 

Marion laughed and then sat down with her husband to tell him about how and 
where she had found Chestnut. Fortunately Jim was in a rather receptive mood 
and listened to her story with amused interest. He told Marion that it was 
fine with him as long as the animals didn't fight, or keep him awake at 
night. 

"Don't worry about it," Marion told him. "They seem to be pretty good 
friends already don't they?" 

"I guess so," Jim answered, "I never knew you were this much of an animal 
lover. But I can take it as long as it keeps you from being bored at home." 

Marion could hardly help winking when she heard her husband's words. Bored 
was hardly the word for what she was going through since her sudden 
conversion to bestiality. It would be eminently relaxing to be bored again, 
but that was not likely to occur the way things had been going. 

She told her husband to sit down and wait for dinner, which he did with 
alacrity. They ate together in good spirits although Jim remarked that 
Marion looked awfully tired. She shrugged it off, explaining that she had 
been for a long ride that day and had afterward worked hard around the 
house. 

"I know that," Jim answered. 'To show my gratitude, I want to help you a 
little. I'll do all the dishes tonight and you can sit down with a drink and 
wait for me." 

"That's great," Marion replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I really 
could use a break." 

Jim was as good as his word. As soon as dinner had ended he mixed his wife a 
Martini and then walked into the kitchen to clean up. An hour later he was 
finished and went to rejoin his wife in the living room. Yes, he thought, 
things really are getting better for us. 

Jim and Marion sat watching television for a few hours and then Jim 
suggested that they turn in early. He would have to get up an hour earlier 
than usual the next day, owing to an important conference at school. 
Besides, he explained, he wanted Marion to relax and. enjoy herself more 
than she had evidently been doing. 

Marion had no choice but to go off to bed with her husband. She was tired 
and sore from her long day of lust but could figure no way to avoid her 
husband's hand embraces without rousing his suspicion. Well, perhaps he 
wouldn't demand too much from her this time, but would only fuck her once 
and then drop off to sleep. 

That was actually the furthest thing from Jim's mind. He had been 
revitalized and was dying to reestablish a proper sexual relationship with 
his wife. He intended to give her the best fucking of her life and show 
Marion that things would be better for them in the future. 

This kind of misunderstanding was not likely to help matters as far as 
Marion was concerned. She followed Jim up the stairs and then undressed 
quickly, hoping to get the whole thing over as soon as she could. Jim stood 
before her with his clothing still on, admiring her body and thinking what a 
fool he had been to neglect his wife for so long. 

He undressed eventually and then led Marion to the bed, laying her flat on 
her back. Then he sat down at her feet, intending to eat out her pussy 
before fucking her. She was always willing to give him one of her super 
blow-jobs and it was the least he could do to return the favor. 

Jim parted his wife's legs with his strong hands and then prepared to go to 
work on her lusty pussy. She smelled especially strong this particular 
evening but that impression endured only for the first few moments, the 
breach. As usual, he began with Marion's clit, taking the sensitive little 
organ into his mouth and sucking and biting at it until it turned hard and 
red and wet under his insistent administrations. 

Marion spread her legs and allowed her husband to eat her cunt at his own 
pace. It felt good in a certain way but it was as if the whole thing were 
happening to somebody else with herself as a barely interested spectator. 
No, she had found the kind of sex she needed and her husband was in no way 
equipped to provide for her. 

Nonetheless, Jim remained unaware of his wife's problem. As far as he was 
concerned, she was a confused and somewhat shallow woman, who needed nothing 
more than a little mature guidance. He was in control of things now and 
would show her the path to happiness. 

He started to move his tongue into her vulva, thrilling to the strong taste 
of her cunt. She was like an animal, he thought to himself, a perfect little 
sex machine. It took so little to make her happy that it was almost too 
easy. She always had been a sucker for a hard piece of meat. 

He held Marion's thighs apart with his strong hands and then stroked the 
sensitive skin with his fingers. Marion seemed kind of tired and drawn out 
but her cunt was watering copiously and that was all he needed to keep him 
going. He was sure that she would come without much difficulty, or strain. 
It was enjoyable and relaxing to have him eating out her snatch but it just 
didn't turn her on anymore. She knew that she was going to have to fake an 
orgasm for the first time in her young life. 

The whole idea struck her as sordid, but Marion knew that it was the only 
plausible thing to do. Half of her was dying to have out with her secret, to 
confess everything to Jim. But she knew what that would lead to, endless 
rounds of analysis and recrimination that she would not be able to tolerate 
without losing her sanity. 

She began to throw herself around on the bed, figuring that Jim would grow 
suspicious if it took her too long to shoot her load. Jim waited patiently, 
shooting his tongue in and out of her pussy and then noted with satisfaction 
that his efforts were just about ready to be fruited. 

She began to moan aloud and pretend that he was driving her to the brink of 
ecstasy. She put on as good an act as was possible considering the 
circumstances, then drew her pussy away from her husband's head. She turned 
over and smiled at him to show what a good job he had done. 

"Gee," Jim told her. "You must be really tired. That wasn't much of an 
orgasm by your usual standards." 

"Well, don't worry about it," Marion replied. "I am a little tired, but it's 
really nothing. I always come when you treat me right, you know that." 

"Listen honey," Jim replied. "I don't want to force you into anything. If 
you want to go to sleep now just tell me and everything will be fine." 

"No, not at all," Marion insisted. "Why don't you fuck me and then you'll 
see that I'm alright." 

It was an invitation that Jim could not refuse. He had no idea that his wife 
had forced the words and meant only to avoid his suspicions. His virility 
had been stable and he was dying to get into her snatch again. He looked 
down at his prick and saw that it was already hard and ready for action. 

Marion turned over onto her hands and knees, figuring that she might enjoy 
sex more if they did it in a more animal like position. 

Jim looked at her from behind, admiring her swelling creamy buttocks at 
length. Yes, she was every bit as beautiful as the first day he had met her. 

He held his prick in hand and then approached her slowly and carefully. He 
would give his wife a good gentle fucking until she was a little more turned 
on. Then he would be able to think about his own gratification. It would be 
fun to try to make her come with him this time. 

He aimed his prick at the entrance to Marion's hole and slowly eased it into 
her labia. His cock slid easily into the well greased channel and he sank it 
to the hilt before beginning to move his body. Yes, it was a pleasure to 
fuck Marion in her tight little snatch. She was a cauldron of molasses. She 
moaned aloud as he entered her but Jim never knew that her cries were of 
pain rather than pleasure. After fucking Jack she was terribly chafed and 
sore inside. 

But Marion did everything she could to increase her husband's pleasure. A 
plan was beginning to take form in her tortured mind but there was no way 
she could complete its formulation while he was still fucking her. It would 
be best to finish up quickly and then pretend to go to sleep while she was 
collecting her diffuse thoughts. 

Jim realized that his wife was not being turned on as much as usual and did 
everything he could to remedy the unfortunate situation. He reached around 
her soft body and tried to hold onto her tits thinking that he could turn 
his wife on in two different manners simultaneously. 

He soon found his target and closed his right hand over her tits, cupping 
them together and feeling her sensitive nipples beginning to contract. It 
was great to have a wife that receptive and he began to twist and tease her 
nipples until the rosy stars had turned hard and red and puckered. 

He held onto her tits for several minutes, shifting his grip from one to the 
other. Marion sighed with relief, thinking that Jim was now in his own 
world. All she had to do was sit there and take it until he was ready to 
come. Then she could fake her second orgasm of the evening. He reached down 
and soon was able to locate the slippery button, holding it between the 
thumb and the forefinger. It felt great to be able to feel his prick sliding 
past his gripping fingers He held her clitoris until his fingers were 
covered with pussy juice and then relinquished it at last. He was getting 
hotter and more bothered by the second and knew that he could not hold out 
for much longer. It was always like that with Marion, he thought. She was so 
damned good that he had to struggle to keep from ejaculating prematurely. 

He began to pump a little faster and Marion knew she would fake another 
climax. She began to moan and to throw her body around the bed, as if she 
were wracked by passion. Then she addressed her husband directly, making 
sure that he fell for her act. 

"Come on, baby," she told him. "Shoot that big thing into me more. Go 
deeper. I'm going to come. Yes, it's already happening. Shove that big thing 
into me some more." 

"Take it easy," Jim whispered in her ear. "I'm almost there too. Try to wait 
for me." 

Marion found that she would do no such thing. It was alright to trick her 
husband up to a point, but it would be almost sacrilegious to fake a mutual 
orgasm. He would have to take it as he found it. She began to go into her 
act, determined to get it over with quickly. 

Marion began to moan with fake ecstasy and then let her sobs subside so that 
her husband would know that she was finished. Her cunt was beginning to dry 
out now and she hoped that he Would finish up quickly. Otherwise his 
suspicions would be impossible to allay. 

Jim shoved his prick in a few more times, thrilling to the way her soft 
buttocks would crush up against his midsection. He felt the come travelling 
up from his balls and he knew that he was getting nearer and nearer to the 
ecstasy he was craving. His humps were getting faster and faster now and he 
was ready. 

Jim shoved his prick in for the last time and felt the come rocketing into 
her pussy. He held his prick buried to the hilt and then withdrew it slowly, 
realizing that his wife was thoroughly exhausted. Now that he had achieved 
his desires he would let her get some rest. 

"That was beautiful," he announced. "I'm glad that we are getting along so 
much better now." 

"Yes, it really was nice," Marion answered. "But I must go to sleep now." 

"Yeah, why don't you turn out the light," Jim suggested "I've got to get up 
real early in the morning." 

Marion was more than happy to do her husband's bidding. She turned off the 
overhead light and then pretended to go to sleep. Five minutes later she 
could hear her husband snoring. It was now time to collect her confused 
thoughts and come to some sort of decision. 

The factors were clear enough in her mind. It was a matter of giving in to 
lust or trying to make a go of it with her husband. She tried to think what 
it would be like to go back to him without the intercession of her other 
lovers but the prospect was too bleak to contemplate for long. 

No, there was only one thing she could do with a clear conscience. She would 
have to leave Jim and move somewhere else until she straightened herself 
out. He would miss her, but he had his work and really wasn't the kind of 
man who was overly dependent on any woman. 

She would write him a letter in the morning and then take her car and drive 
to Cleveland. She had enough money to get an apartment there and with her 
college degree it would be easy enough to find a job. Then she would be able 
to think about her problems in objective isolation. 

But there was one other factor that suddenly dawned on her. What was she 
going to do about Gus and Chestnut. Well, she would have to leave them 
behind too, since they were part of a past she was trying to escape. She 
would include them in her note, hoping that Jim would be sympathetic enough 
to care for her pets. 

Marion drifted off to sleep at last, not to wake until after her husband had 
left for the day. She was grateful that he had not woken her and asked for 
breakfast, for it would have been impossible to face him after the decision 
she had finally come to that night. 

Marion fixed her own breakfast and then hurried back up to her room to pack. 
It was easy to get her clothing and few belongings into a variety of small 
suitcases. After all, she was leaving not on a permanent basis but as an 
experiment and would quite possibly decide to return in a few weeks. 

Packing took but a half hour and then she had to find something to say to 
her husband in her letter of farewell. Marion sat down at Jim's desk with a 
blank sheet of paper staring her in the face. It was going to be the hardest 
most painful letter she had written in all her life! 

Marion decided to tell her husband of her animal affairs as if they had 
happened in the past. It was best not to mention either Chestnut or Gus, so 
that he would not take out his anger and frustration on those two innocent 
creatures. She also would leave Jack, the horse, out of the letter to avoid 
a scene between her husband and Mr. Windner. 

She started out by relating what had happened between herself and her dog 
when she was twelve years old. It was hard to get started, but she soon fell 
to the task of creating and composing her memories. 

Marion spared her husband not a single detail, covering the paper with her 
fine spidery handwriting. By the time she finished describing her escapades 
with Alto she had gone through three sheets without getting to the point. 
She would have to curb her rhetorical enthusiasm if she ever hoped to finish 
before he returned home for dinner. 

She went on to describe the way that particular incident had colored the 
rest of her experiences. She had fought a desire for sex with animals since 
that time and now knew that she was engaged in a losing battle. For that 
reason, she felt that she had to leave for a while. 

The letter finished with a description of her love for Jim and her 
appreciation of his patience. She told him that she would not leave a 
forwarding address but would write to him in a couple of weeks. By that time 
she hoped she would be able to understand her motives a little better. 

The letter closed with a plea for forgiveness. She hoped that Jim could 
understand her even if he could not sympathize with her view point. If he 
never wanted to see her again she would understand and not molest his 
privacy. But she still felt warm and grateful for his love. 

Marion finished the tenth page of the letter and then sealed it in an 
envelope. She then put it on the mirror over the bed, knowing that Jim would 
run up to the bedroom when he noticed that she was not home. Now all she had 
to do was go down to the car and leave. 

But there was one more thing that she had to do first, as she discovered 
upon walking down the stairs. Chestnut was there waiting for her, rubbing 
against the steps in anticipation of her arrival. There was no way she could 
leave without bidding farewell to her pets and lovers. 

"Come on upstairs with me," she told the cat, putting her bags down in the 
foyer. "We have to say good bye." 

Chestnut followed his mistress to her bedroom and seemed quite unhappy about 
Her impending departure. He really did seem to understand her, Marion 
reflected, far better than Gustave who was busily playing in the yard. 

Marion closed the door of the bedroom and wasted no time in removing her 
clothing. She wanted to fuck Chestnut at least once more before departing, 
so that she wouldn't forget him completely. If there were time she would 
then repeat the procedure with the passionate Gus. 

Chestnut watched with interest as she removed her clothing, knowing exactly 
what would happen next. He walked over to the bed and hopped onto the pillow 
as if to show his mistress that he was ready for her. She could do anything 
she wanted to his beautiful little body. 

Marion rolled the cat over onto its side, determined to suck his cock. It 
was the aspect of sex that Chestnut least preferred but this time she had to 
think of her own desires. After all, she was leaving the house and might 
never see her cat again. 

Chestnut lay still, knowing somehow that it was important for his mistress 
to suck him off. He closed his tiger eyes and abandoned himself completely 
to her caresses, knowing that as always she would turn him on and satisfy 
him in the course of seeking her own sexual gratification. 

Marion lowered her head down to the cat's crotch and let her tongue wander 
to his prick. She took the tiny hairy thing between her teeth and bit into 
it gently until he had managed to raise an erection. Now she would give the 
best blow-job of his young life. She held his prick against her tongue and 
then started to lick it gently, until it was red with suffused blood. It 
wouldn't take much to bring him to orgasm, she knew, but that didn't matter 
anymore. Now things were proceeding on an emotional level and she just had 
to go through with it. 

It felt great to have him in her mouth again, particularly with the 
knowledge that she might never see him again. That element added a note of 
poignancy to the whole scene and Marion could hardly wait to feel the cat's 
come rocketing into her greedy dripping mouth. 

She sucked Chestnut's cock carefully and well, thrilling to the taste of the 
drop of come that was already leaking into her lips. The tiny little cock 
was throbbing wildly and she knew that she would soon have him ready to 
shoot. All it took were a few more strokes of her talented tongue and then 
her lover was ready to part with his goods. 

Marion held the thing in her mouth as it started to spurt, drinking down the 
juices fervently. It tasted as good as ever and she relinquished his prick 
unwillingly. Of course he would fuck her now but she couldn't help but be 
sorry that she had sucked him off for the last time. 

Chestnut had ideas of his own which he soon made clear to his passionate 
mistress. He moved off the pillow and slithered down to her knees, nosing 
around Marion's twat. Yes, she told herself, the little fellow wants to eat 
out my cunt, just like he did yesterday. 

That was exactly what the cat had in mind. He crawled between Marion's legs 
and went immediately for her snatch. Marion smiled down at her enterprising 
lover and parted her legs to make it easier for him to achieve his 
objective. It was just what she needed to get herself going. 

Chestnut wasted no time in taking her. He procured his long thick tongue and 
held it against Marion's clitty, knowing that that never failed to turn her 
on. Marion moaned aloud as soon as he made contact with her sensitive flesh, 
knowing that she would come in record time. 

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, knowing that Chestnut would 
satisfy her to the best of her abilities and that it would be completely. It 
wasn't too much fun to fuck a little devil, but he could use his tongue in a 
way that always drove her crazy with lust. And this time he really seemed to 
mean business, as Marion was soon able to discover for herself. 

Marion sighed with lust as the little sandpaper tongue brushed over her 
clitoris. Her cunt began to produce its fluid copiously. Her whole body felt 
like it was on fire, all. from the exertion of her point size lover. Yes, 
she reflected, it would be damned hard to get along without him. 

She had been with Chestnut for only two days but already felt that she loved 
him. He was so brave and calm and mature in his lovemaking that she actually 
felt passive written he was eating her out. Then she forgot all her thoughts 
as he went directly for her gaping dripping vulva. 

That was even better than having him eat out her pussy, she decided. His 
tongue was almost as long as that of a man and its rough surface made it 
even better. She lolled back onto the bed and let him work on her at his own 
pace, knowing that her orgasm would come in a matter of seconds. 

Chestnut sensed that the end was near but did not this time move his head 
away. He knew that his mistress needed him and was perfectly willing to make 
any sacrifice on her behalf. He knew that he would be engulfed with pussy 
juice when she came but held his ground nonetheless. 

Then it happened, suddenly and without warning. Marion felt a wave of fire 
pass thought her limbs and then her cunt began to clamp down on Chestnut's 
tongue. Her . cunt emptied its juices quickly, spurting Them all over the 
little beast's head and shoulders. Marion reached down her arm and picked 
Chestnut up, holding him to her breasts. 

"That was really beautiful," she told the cat, stroking him behind the ears. 
"Now you're going to fuck me and I'll have to say good-bye and leave." 

She reclined on the bed and prepared to be taken. Once her legs were apart, 
Chestnut returned to his position between her thighs and waited for her to 
present an opening for his cock. Marion obliged him immediately and then he 
was knocking at the door of her cunt. 

"Yes, darling," she crooned, "shove that little thing into me and fuck me 
until I come. I'm dying to feel your thing exploding inside my snatch." 

Chestnut maneuvered himself into position and soon had his prick at the 
entrance to Marion's cunt. He looked absolutely charming perched on top of 
her like that, so helpless and yet, in a certain strange way, equally as 
domineering at the same time. Marion felt like she was going to come as soon 
as he got inside her. 

But of course it took her a little longer to get off. Chestnut got in 
finally and she could feel his miniature penis throbbing inside her. She 
began to move gently, not wanting to dislodge the tiny organ. She had to be 
careful not to let the tiny thing slip out of her cavernous cunt. 

Chestnut started to move on his own, rocking his little body back and forth 
on top of her. Marion could feel his claws digging into her belly but that 
only served to increase her pleasure. She was willing to put up with any 
amount of pain to finally celebrate her long pent orgasm. 

Once Chestnut was hammering away at her cunt Marion knew that she could hold 
her orgasm back no longer. She began to come almost immediately, spraying 
her juices all over her lover's tiny prick. Chestnut prepared to shoot his 
load. 

He shoved his prick in a few more times and Marion could tell that he was 
ready to fly. She braced herself in a comfortable position and moved her 
hips in a circular motion and tried to milk the come out of his rock hard 
prick. A few seconds more and the brave little cat was preparing to shoot 
his load. 

He came then, filling the entrance to her cunt with rich bubbling come. 
Marion let him pull out of his receptacle and then told Chestnut that there 
was nothing more they could do together. Now she simply had to go downstairs 
and say good-bye to Gustave. 

Marion dressed herself quickly, wanting to get away from the scene of her 
troubles and was raring to go. She let Chestnut out of the room. The letter 
was in place on the mirror and all that remained was for her to get her 
things together and leave. 

She walked down the stairs with Chestnut still hanging around her heels and 
took a final look at her home. It was a shame to leave the place but the 
choice was no longers hers. She would go out of her mind if she had to stay 
there and continue deceiving her husband for another day. No, it was best to 
pick up the pieces and leave. 

He'd be able to cook his own dinner after he read her letter. It was the 
very least she could do for her husband before deserting her unhappy home. 

Now there was nothing left to do but say farewell to her dog. She closed the 
door behind herself and then locked it carefully. It was easy to picture how 
Jim would come home, knock on the door and then unlock it with his key. He 
would have no idea what had happened until he went upstairs to read the 
letter she had left him. 

Gustave was playing out in the yard and seemed quite glad to see her. He 
leaped forward, practically knocking Marion off her feet. She cuddled and 
caressed the dog and then began to sob aloud. It was impossible to walk out 
like that but she just had to do it. 

"Listen Gustave," she told the dog. "I'm relying on you now. You have to be 
especially nice to Jim when he comes home. I'm leaving now but I hope I'll 
be able to come back in a few weeks. Try to be a good dog while I'm gone." 

So saying, she brushed the dog aside and opened the trunk of her car. The 
suitcases fit in without difficulty and she was ready to begin. It was a 
beautiful sunny day, in contrast to her own wretched mood. 

"Goodbye, everybody," she shouted as she climbed into the car. "I'm sorry it 
had to work out like this." 

Marion eased the car out of the driveway and in about five minutes had 
reached the highway. At first she felt tired and confused and guilty, unsure 
if she was doing the right thing. After all, she thought, it's pretty 
unusual for a woman to give up her home and her marriage without even 
discussing it with her husband. 

But soon, as the miles began to roll by, she found her mood improving. The 
sunshine caused her to open the windows and the cool breeze revived her 
spirits almost immediately. She was heading for a new life and would finally 
discover what it was she wanted and needed from the world. 

It was about three hours to Cleveland and she could hardly wait to get 
there. Marion figured that she had wasted herself long enough in Dorset 
Heights. Now she would gain her freedom and see what it was that made her 
tick. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Marion drove on without stopping, anxious to reach her goal. It had been 
years since she had been in Cleveland, or any other large city. Even their 
honeymoon had been spent in the country. Now she would have a chance to get 
back into the swing of things. 

The - miles rolled by and soon she was approaching the city limits. To her 
disappointment, the day had turned cold and cloudy, emphasizing the 
pollution that hung over the city like a cloud of pestilence. Cleveland 
never made a good first impression, she reflected, but she wouldn't be 
deterred by that factor, not by a long shot. 

It was hard to remember the lay of the city so Marion drove around aimlessly 
for awhile, trying to find someplace to stop. She was tired from driving now 
that the original euphoria had faded and wanted nothing, more than to find a 
place to stop and think things over. Marion had a few old friends in 
Cleveland, but soon decided not to look them up for awhile. They would ask 
all sorts of personal questions and she didn't feel up to explaining what 
had gone wrong with her marriage. No, they would have to wait until she got 
settled. 

Luckily there was little traffic so that Marion was able to drive 
effortlessly through the city But she had to stop sooner or later. Marion 
decided to set a time limit for herself. She would go you for another forty 
five minutes and then park the car wherever she happened to be Marion 
continued to drive through the streets of Cleveland, listening to the car 
radio and looking at her watch to see when she was going to stop. Soon the 
time had expired and she pulled over to the side, finding a parking space 
with a minimum of difficulty. 

The tired woman climbed out of the car and locked the door behind herself. 
This particular part of town was not familiar to her, but it seemed like a 
nice enough neighborhood. Marion immediately spotted a group of 
school-children, evidently on some sort of outing. She figured that she 
might as well follow them for a few minutes. 

To Marion's surprise, the children led her directly to the city zoo. Marion 
laughed aloud and shrugged her shoulders before following them in. What the 
hell, she thought, it makes sense. I came here to study my own bestial 
drives and this is as good a place as any to start. 

Marion paid her admission and walked directly into the zoo. Now she no 
longer had to follow the school children for she was on familiar ground. It 
would be fun to forget her troubles for awhile and postpone the difficult 
task of finding a place to live while she was in town. 

Her footsteps led Marion to the lion cage and she watched with delight, 
having had the good luck to arrive precisely at feeding time. The beasts 
were tearing their meat to pieces and gobbling it down for all intents and 
purposes as if they were still in the African jungle. 

Marion watched the lions for awhile and then walked around the rest of the 
big cat house, admiring the leopards and tigers and cheetahs. The zoo was 
not much by absolute standards, but it was a cheerful well-kept place that 
was a lot of fun to wander around. 

Then she came to the reptile house and decided to go in for a few moments. 
Snakes and lizards were far from being Marion's favorite animals, but 
something led her on, some intimation that this was where she would find her 
fate. She opened the door and walked in, only to find that the place was 
close to being totally deserted. 

Everybody in Cleveland seemed to share her dislike for reptiles, with the 
exception of one tall woman who stood in front of the cobra cage. Marion 
ignored her at first and walked from exhibit to exhibit, suddenly fascinated 
by the variety of those strange creatures. 

There were snakes and lizards of every size, color and form, from all parts 
of the globe. As Marion got used to them she decided that they were not at 
all repulsive. In fact, it was kind of nice to watch the way they would just 
lay there in front of the light, without a care in the world. 

But the best thing of all was watching the snakes move. They had an 
incredibly stimulating way of dragging their bodies over the rocks, so 
sinuous and slow moving that it was almost sexual. Marion found that the 
whole scene was exciting her far more than she had expected. 

Marion finished her tour of the snake house and then remembered that she had 
still not gone to the cobra cage. The tall woman was still there, standing 
in front of the glass, not moving a muscle. Well, it was kind of rude of her 
to block everybody's view and Marion was tempted to go over and shoulder the 
woman out of her path. 

Instead, she walked slowly over and asked the girl if she too might see the 
snakes for awhile. The woman turned out to be a girl of about her own age, 
who apologized for monopolizing the view and moved out of the way. She 
seemed to have some sort of foreign accent. 

"So, you like snakes, do you?" the woman asked, noticing how intent Marion 
was on watching the reptiles. 

"It's funny," Marion replied. "I always thought I hated them. You know, 
they're all slimy and all. But this time I -find them absolutely 
fascinating." 

"I think most women are afraid of reptiles," the woman answered. "But it's 
just sexist propaganda. They're actually very feminine creatures, except for 
the shape." 

"Yeah, I guess that's what turned me off," Marion answered, surprised at her 
new friend's perception. "I always think of them as threatening phalliform 
creatures." 

"That's silly," her friend replied. "You know they make excellent pets, 
actually." 

"No, I never heard of anyone keeping a snake," Marion replied. "Especially 
one of those big ones." 

"I keep snakes as pets," the tall woman answered. "Maybe you'd like to come 
over and see them sometime." 

"That would be fascinating," Marion replied, not thinking about what she was 
saying. "Listen, I'm new in town. Why don't you invite me over today." 

"Great," her friend answered. "I sensed that you were all alone. No, don't 
worry. I'm not going to ask you any prying questions. I'm not the curious 
type." 

"I almost wish you were," Marion replied. "I have a lot to get off my chest. 
Maybe later." 

"Sure," her new friend answered. "Let's get out of here and go over to my 
apartment for awhile." 

The two women walked out of the reptile house and then out of the zoo 
itself. They entered the street and started walking toward a bus until 
Marion -pulled herself up short. It would have been awfully stupid of her to 
forget her car and walk off without it. 

"Let's drive," she suggested. "I've been doing it all day but I have to find 
a permanent spot." 

"You're a real gypsy, aren't you?" her friend answered. "Sure, I only live a 
few blocks from here, but why walk when we can ride in style? Where's your 
car?" 

"Right around this corner, I think," Marion answered. "Don't expect too 
much, though. It's not a Rolls Royce." 

"No, I wasn't expecting that," her friend replied. "But I don't have any car 
at all." 

The two women walked over to Marion's car and wasted no time in driving away 
from the zoo. Marion's friend introduced herself as Carla O'Higgins and 
explained the name by telling Marion that she was the offspring of a Mexican 
mother and Irish father. She had grown up speaking Spanish in California, 
thus the unmistakable accent. 

"But I left California a long time ago," she explained. "I had to get out of 
the house. My parents just didn't understand the thing I had for snakes." 

' "What do you mean by that?" Marion asked. 

"Aw, I'll explain it when we get to my place,'.' Carla responded. "I don't 
want to scare you off yet." 

Carla smiled and followed her friend's directions, so she was able to park 
her car and climb out, with the prospect of having a real place to relax. 
She slammed the door behind her and prepared to follow Carla home. 

"Don't you have any luggage?" Carla asked. 

"Sure, but I don't want to impose myself on you," Mario told her. "It 
wouldn't be right." 

"Fuck it," Carla replied. "You don't have a place to stay, so bring it 
along. If we decide we hate each other you can always move out again." 

Marion was completely delighted by her good fortune. Carla was kind of 
strange but she seemed beneath it all to be a rather sensible earthy type. 
And it was awfully nice to have invited her to move in on such short notice. 

Carla led Marion to her apartment, which was located in a rather nondescript 
building. The whole neighborhood reeked of inconsequence and was totally 
lower class in appearance. It was not at all what Marion was used to, but 
she looked upon it as another adventure. 

Carla lived on the top floor and Marion was exhausted from carrying her bags 
up the long staircases. It was a relief to dump the bags in the foyer and 
plop down into an easy chair. For the first few minutes she was too tired 
even to examine her new surroundings. She had been through a lot that week 
and the long drive had really bombed her out. 

Then she picked up her head and started to look around. The apartment looked 
like nothing more than an annex to a reptile house. There were glass cages 
all over the living room, each one containing at least one snake or lizard. 
No wonder the woman had been talking so much about them. 

"I'm in training as a snake dancer," Carla replied. "Don't think I'm a mind 
reader. Everyone has that lost look on his face when he first walks in 
here." 

"Yeah," Marion replied. "It's kind of spooky looking. How did you get into 
anything that strange." 

"Well, I always liked snakes, like I told you," Carla began. "When I moved 
here I figured it would be a good way to make a living. Men find me 
attractive and I thought that I might as well exploit both my attributes." 

"Are you actually working at it now?" Marion asked. 

"Yeah, sort of," Carla replied. "I work three nights a week at this cafe 
downtown. It's kind of a drag being ogled by all these assholes, but it's a 
living." 

"That's fascinating," Carla cried. "Why don't you show me just what you do?" 

"You want a performance, do you?" Carla replied. "Sure, sit down on the 
couch and I'll go in and change." 

Marion parked herself and tired to relax as her friend disappeared into the 
bedroom. The girl returned in ten minutes, in the wildest outfit Marion had 
ever seen. It reminded her of Wonder Woman's costume, all shiny thick 
material in bright unreal colors. And Carla had not been kidding about her 
good looks and beautifully developed body. 

She came in with a snake on either arm, crawling over her shoulders and 
chest. The woman was indeed beautiful, with her dark hair, black eyes, and 
large muscular body. If she had been a little softer and more feminine 
looking she would have been a perfect pinup type. 

"Sit down and enjoy the show," she enjoined Marion. 'There's really not much 
to it." 

So saying, she launched into her act, first turning on the radio to find 
some dance music. The act was indeed nothing out of the ordinary. Carla 
would dance around, being as erotic as possible in her movements. The snakes 
curled around her arms and shoulders and tits. It was really nothing more 
than another kind of burlesque dancing. 

The performance ended a few minutes later and Marion found herself entranced 
by the snakes. They were so cold and sensual looking that she felt herself 
being turned on just by watching the simple performance. She figured that 
she would keep quiet and see what was going to develop. 

"I might as well tell you," Carla interrupted. "I have sex with these little 
beauties. I hope that doesn't shock you too badly." 

"No, not at all," Marion answered. "I suppose I should have guessed it for 
myself. I too, am into sex with animals, but if you don't mind, I don't want 
to talk about it yet. It's caused me all sorts of hassles." 

"Sure, take it easy," Carla told her. "If you want, I'll give you a 
demonstration." 

"Fine," Marion rejoined. "I'll just sit here and watch you for a few 
minutes. It sounds great." 

Carla wasted little time in beginning her performance. She shook the snakes 
off her arms and then removed her clothing quickly and without ceremony. 
Marion looked at Carla's naked body with envy. The woman was incredibly 
beautiful nude, so strong and shapely at the same time. 

Carla sat down on an easy chair, holding one of the snakes in her hand. She 
stroked the somnolent beast for a few seconds and then put it down on her 
chest. The snake immediately started to crawl over and between her huge 
swelling tits in a way that turned Marion on. 

Then Carla spread her legs and pulled the snake off her soft tits. The beast 
crawled around her crotch for awhile and then she spread her legs wide. 
Marion held her breath, wondering if she could believe her eyes. The whole 
scene was wilder than anything she had ever witnessed before. 

To her amazement, the snake started to crawl inside Carla's pussy. It was a 
small python, obviously not yet fully grown. The snake was maybe four feet 
long and about three and a half inches thick. It certainly looked strange to 
have the thing inside her, but it didn't seem to bother Carla for as much as 
an instant. 

She parted her legs wide and helped the snake force its thick rectangular 
head into her snatch. Marion was amazed at the snakes willingness to do 
something that weird but realized that Carla had lived with snakes all her 
life and must have discovered some way to get them to do her bidding. 

The snake slithered into the woman's cunt and seemed almost to disappear 
inside the fragrant bush. Marion got up from the couch and walked over to 
get a better look. She was fascinated and stimulated by the scene, although 
from a distance. So far she herself had no desire to try out one of the 
animals on her own innocent body. 

The performance was far better than the feeble dance Carla had done. Now 
that she was a little closer, Marion could see that it must feel like being 
fucked by a living disembodied prick, which was a rather stimulating notion. 

The snake had crawled a full foot into Carla's pussy and Marion wondered how 
the woman was able to take it. But she didn't seem to be in pain at all. 
Rather, her eyes were half closed and she had a lost sensual expression on 
her face that was reminiscent of the snake itself. 

Carla lay back and let the snake do whatever it wanted inside her dripping 
pussy. Marion watched carefully and saw that the snake was crawling around 
as if looking for food. Maybe she kept them hungry, but that didn't seem 
likely. It was an awfully dangerous way to get one's kicks and she imagined 
that Carla had a better system than that. 

But there was no thought of interrupting the performance in Marion's 
confused mind. It was great just to sit there and watch the two of them make 
love. For one thing, it set her own problems in a different perspective. She 
no longer had to think of herself as a pervert or a woman apart now that she 
had seen what Carla did for her thrills. 

She could see that Carla's nipples had begun to harden from the snake's 
exertions. It was tempting to join in on the orgy, to put her lips on the 
bewitching nipples, but Marion decided to hold back for a few minutes 
longer. There was no need to be pushy about things. 

She sat back on the chair and watched the conclusion of the performance. 
Carla seemed to be really turned on and it looked like she would celebrate 
her orgasm rather soon. That was something that Marion wanted to see. 

Now Marion could see the pussy juice leaking out of her friend's snatch, 
covering the snake with a sticky film of salty moistness. It made the beast 
slide in even easier and soon she could hear Carla moaning with passion. Her 
orgasm was just about due to begin. 

Carla threw her head back and began to grunt and groan with passion. She 
gathered her strength and then Marion could see her cunt clamping down on 
the snake's body. A few seconds later the animal slid back out of Carla's 
twat, covered with slime but seemingly none the worse for wear. 

"How did you like it," Carla asked. "Most people would have walked out in 
disgust by now." 

"I don't know," Marion answered honestly. 

"I mean it turned me on and all, but I don't know if I'd want to do it 
myself. Isn't it kind of dangerous." 

"Not at all," Carla answered enthusiastically. "You saw that nothing 
happened. No, I have these snakes pretty well trained. They'd never want to 
hurt me." 

"How did you do it?" Marion asked. 

"It's hard to say," Carla answered. "I've lived with snakes for so long that 
I just seem to have a rapport with them. How do you make love to your 
animals?" 

Marion figured that it was time to lay her cards on the table. Carla had 
been perfectly open with her and she knew that she had nothing to fear from 
the beautiful woman. She might as well tell her the whole thing, from the 
beginning. 

Marion soon came out with her whole story, starting with her girlfriend 
adventures with Balto. She went into great detail, seeing that Carla was an 
appreciative audience. It was great to have someone to confess it all to, 
especially a woman who shared her own predilections. 

She went on to talk about her marriage and how she had tried to be happy 
with a man. Carla shrugged her shoulders sympathetically, as if she too had 
had a similar experience. But she didn't interrupt for a second, which made 
it easy for Marion to forge on to the end. 

Marion had never realized how much there was to her tale. She started with 
her seduction by Jack, the horse, and then proceeded to explain what had 
happened after her husband had brought home the dog. That was easy to get 
through, especially when Carla seemed to sincerely be interested. 

The last thing to tell was her relationship with Chestnut, in a sense the 
weirdest of her adventures. Carla let her finish the story and sat for 
awhile digesting the information, not wanting to commit herself yet. Then 
she decided she might as well get down to the point. 

"Well, from what you tell me, it sounds like we have a lot in common," she 
began. "I mean we're two intelligent women who just can't get it off with a 
man." 

"That's certainly true," Marion replied. "I mean I really wanted it to work 
out with Jim. I tried hard for over a year but finally I had to give it all 
up." 

"Well, that's the way it goes," Carla replied. "I mean you try to do what 
everyone says is right and then you realize that it was all a crock of 
shit." 

"I know what you mean," Carla replied. "But I don't really -know what to do. 
I left home with this intention of trying to understand myself." 

"And now you don't know where to start," Carla interjected. "It was the same 
way with " me. 

"Yes, but you seem to have solved your problems," Marion stated. "I haven't 
got that far yet." 

"I know it honey," Carla answered sympathetically. "You feel that you have 
to go all the way, try everything to see if it's going to turn you on." 

"That's it, exactly," Marion rejoined. 

"Well, why don't you try it with one of the snakes?" Carla suggested. "I 
mean you saw me do it, and you know that it's not going to hurt." 

"I feel a little squeamish about it," Marion replied. "I mean they look so 
slimy and frightening." 

"Don't be silly," Carla assured her. "Just try it once and see if you can 
dig it." 

Marion realized that her friend was absolutely right in her prescription. 
She had left home to find herself and the only way she could do it was to 
yield to her deepest instincts. And she really did want to try it with a 
snake. 

"Alright," she replied. "But you have to show me what to do. I don't even 
know how to start." 

"It's easy as shit," Carla replied cheerfully. 

"Just take off your clothing and sit down in the chair. Ill show the snake 
exactly what to do." 

Marion realized that she had no real choice in the matter. She was dying to 
have sex with one of the snakes and could hold herself back no longer. She 
got to her feet and started to remove her clothing. In a few minutes she was 
stark naked and ready for action. 

"Hey, you really are beautiful," Carla announced. "You looked kind of skinny 
when you came in, but now I see that you're a first rate piece of ass. I 
could use a girl like you to work with, really I could." 

"Well, I don't know about that," Marion replied. "Let's see how I like it 
before I make any decisions." 

So saying, she sat back down in her easy chair, nervous but anxious to get 
things moving. Carta held the python in her strong right hand and then 
walked purposefully over to Marion. Now it was going to happen and it was 
too late for Marion to try to back out from her new experience. 

Carla put the snake down onto Marion's heaving tits and Marion was delighted 
to find that the animal was not at all slimy or cold as she had feared. 
Quite the opposite, for it was warm and dry and smooth. It really did feel 
like a male organ, but even better so far. 

The handsome reticulated animal crawled calmly over Marion's chest, 
lingering around her swelling tits. It felt like it was really caressing 
her, trying to turn her on. That was impossible, but Marion was past the 
point of skepticism after what she had witnessed that day. 

She let the snake crawl over her tits until she was used to the new feeling. 
Then Carla reached out and removed the animal from her chest for a few 
seconds. She moved it down to Marion's waist and then released it, knowing 
that the cooperative beast would know just what to do. 

Sure enough, a few seconds later the snake was crawling around the entrance 
of Marion's cunt. This was a little harder to take and Marion was tempted to 
call her experiment to an early close. But she decided to go through with 
it. After all, it had been fine and good so far. 

The snake tried to get into Marion's cunt but she was holding her legs 
together and it was impossible for the time being. Marion realized that she 
would have to cooperate a little further, so she spread her legs and sat 
back, abandoning herself to her hepetological lover. 

The snake crawled right into her cunt as if looking for a rabbit to eat. It 
didn't hurt at all and in fact she felt almost immediately stimulated. It 
was very similar to the feel of a man's prick but at the same time the snake 
was so much longer and more alive that it was completely different. 

Then the snake managed to get a few inches further into Marion's twat and 
the confused woman realized that she was doing the right thing. It was 
completely painless and she was being turned on every bit as much as she 
would have been with one of her own animal lovers. 

The snake filled her absolutely to capacity and she could feel its thick 
head bumping into her uterus. It felt good to have to wiggling around inside 
her and she knew that she would soon be able to have an orgasm. It would 
take a little longer than usual but it was definitely going to happen. 

She lay back and started to rub her hands over her nipples, which had turned 
hard and red from sexual excitement. Yes, this was the real thing, the thing 
she had been searching for with her other lovers. The snake was beginning to 
prove itself as the most stimulating lover of all. 

The snake continued to crawl into her pussy. There was none of the thrusting 
motion she was accustomed to but his sinuous body was more than enough to 
turn her on. She could feel his muscles as they flexed and relaxed, driving 
her to the verge of sexual release. 

Soon her cunt began to water copiously and Marion knew that she could not 
hold back for much longer. Her feelings of guilt and strangeness had 
evaporated completely. Now she could fuck the snake with a clear conscience. 
All she had to do was lay there and wait for the beast to bring her to 
orgasm, which was just about to occur. 

Then her muscles began to stiffen compulsively. Marion felt a wave of fire 
passing through her limbs and knew that her time had come. She held her 
breath and closed her eyes. Soon she could feel her dripping cunt beginning 
to clamp down on the snake's agile sinuous body. 

Then, she began to moan won ecstasy, much to the delight of her beautiful 
hostess. Her cunt contracted one last time and then the juices began to 
flow. Marion had one of the strongest orgasms of her entire life. It seemed 
to go on forever and she was totally exhausted when her passion had at last 
run its course. "That was really something," she announced as soon as she 
caught her breath. "I never thought it could be that way. It was really 
amazing." 

"I knew you'd like it," Carla responded. "It was really great to watch you. 
I wanted to join in myself." 

The two women began to continue their conversation, with Carla doing most of 
the talking. She explained that a snake was a perfect lover, since it 
combined the shape of a penis with the savagery of an animal. She had been 
fucking snakes since the age of twelve. 

She went on to describe her job a little further, telling Marion that it did 
not involve fucking the snakes on stage. That would have been alright with 
her, but it would have made her liable to arrest. Cleveland with still 
somewhat backward when it came to obscenity laws. 

"I don't know," Marion announced. "I mean it was great in a purely physical 
way, but I still feel kind of guilty about it, if you know what I mean." 

"Sure," Carla replied. "Your whole life you were taught to think of snakes 
as evil, the pet of Satan. But now you know that that's all a crock of 
shit." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Marion replied. 

Carla decided that her friend could use a drink. She excused herself and 
walked into the kitchen to mix a round of martinis. Carla was absolutely 
beautiful from the rear and Marion could not help but stare long and hard at 
her retreating shapely buttocks. 

Yes, she thought when Carla was gone, I'm really learning something about 
myself now. This is what I wanted all along even if I never knew it. If 
Carla lets me stay here I should have things straightened out in no time at 
all. 

Carla returned with the drinks and sat down beside her new friend. They 
continued their conversation for awhile and then Carta asked her if she had 
had many lovers before marrying Jim. Marion replied that such was indeed the 
case. She explained how she had futilely sought satisfaction with a whole 
string of men before her marriage. 

Carla listened carefully before making her next suggestion. She told Marion 
that the one thing missing from her experience was a lesbian interlude. It 
took several minutes for Marion to understand what she meant. 

"Do you mean you want to go to bed with me?" she asked nervously. "I hadn't 
expected that." 

"Well you don't have to do it if you don't want to," Carla responded. "But 
it seems kind of foolish for you to hold back, after you've gone this far." 

"I know," Marion answered. "But it's funny; I'm more scared of you than I am 
of the snakes." 

Carla told her not to be afraid about sex. She was a grown woman now and 
owed it to herself to experiment with every form of sexual gratification. 
She then got up from her chair and started to walk into the bedroom. 

It was not a subtle hint but it was certainly effective. Marion sat in her 
chair for a few seconds and then decided that her friend had been absolutely 
correct. There was no reason at all for them not to make it together. She 
got up and walked slowly into the bedroom, knowing instinctively that she 
was doing the right thing. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Marion opened the door to the bedroom and found Carla standing naked next to 
the bed. She herself was wearing only a bathrobe that her hostess had 
provided, which she slipped out of in a matter of seconds. Now she was 
herself, naked and ready to take Carla up on the offer. 

It was the first time that Marion had ever been with another woman, but 
after what she had gone though with the snake, she knew that it would be 
easy. Besides, Carla was perfectly right. She would have been a fool not to 
go to bed with her when she so obviously wanted to. 

"Come on in to bed," Carla announced. "You're so beautiful, I can't wait to 
have you." 

Marion did not bother to answer her lover in so many words. She took off the 
robe and laid it on a chair and then walked directly over to the bed. Carla 
took her in her arms and then kissed Marion flush on the mouth. At first 
Marion was too nervous to respond to the gesture. 

But then she opened her mouth and allowed the tall girl to french kiss her. 
It felt great to have Carla's tongue probing in her mouth. It was a kiss 
that was gentle and sensuous at the same time. Yes, she thought, this is 
going to work out great for both of us. 

Carla allowed her hands to wander down to Marion's heaving tits. The soft 
globes were surprisingly heavy but she manipulated them with ease. Carla had 
been with many women but Marion was by far the most desirable. 

Marion lay back on the bed, abandoning herself completely to Carla. Carla 
lowered her head to Marion's luscious boobs and ran her tongue over the soft 
smooth skin. It was great to be with a woman again, particularly one as 
innocent and inexperienced as Marion. It added an element of seduction that 
never failed to turn her on. 

As for Marion, she was enjoying everything that Carla was doing to her. Her 
nipples had turned hard and red and puckered under Carla's expert caresses 
and she wanted nothing more than to have the woman eat out her pussy. 
Unfortunately, she was far too shy to suggest it. 

But Carla did not keep her new mistress waiting for long. She relinquished 
Marion's tits and then moved her body down on the bed so that her head was 
directly before Marion's dripping pussy. All she had to do now was part the 
girl's legs and get down to business. 

Marion parted her shapely thighs and watched with interest as Carla began to 
eat her out. Her clitoris was wildly throbbing and then the talented snake 
charmer used her fingers and tongue to stimulate it all the more. Marion 
knew that she would come in record time. 

She lay back and closed her eyes, reaching down to hold Carla's head close 
to her body. The dark girl's talented tongue slid into Marion's twat and 
then she knew that she was doing the right thing. No man had ever turned her 
on that way. Carla was an incredibly adroit lover. 

Carla continued to eat out her friend's pussy for several minutes, knowing 
that not much more was needed to bring the passionate Marion to orgasm. She 
shoved her tongue in again and again, eating out every available inch of the 
luscious cunt that gaped before her staring eyes. 

She held onto Marion by the hips, anchoring the beautiful woman to the bed. 
Marion began to groan aloud with passion and then felt a wave of lust pass 
through her body. It was an unmistakable signal that she was ready to come, 
ready to fire her juices into Carla's hungry mouth. 

Then her cunt began to contract wildly and she knew she was there. A river 
of cunt honey flowed out of her gaping hole and Carla drank the stuff down 
like it was pure honey. She was absolutely delighted with her new roommate 
who had shown that she could be passionate with a woman as well as with her 
various animal lovers. 

"That was really something," Marion commented as soon as her passion had 
subsided. "I never thought it could be so good with a woman." 

"Well, now you know," Carla answered cheerfully. "I knew you would like it 
if you gave it half a chance." 

Marion was all set to return the favor but soon found that she was far too 
sleepy to do so. She kissed Carla a few times but then found herself 
drifting off to sleep. Well, Carla would just have to wait until the next 
day to teach her a little more about lesbian lovemaking. 

Marion slept without dreaming and she was awakened seven hours later when 
Carla got out of bed. She was still too sleepy to be alert but Carla soon 
told her to go back to bed. She had to go over to her place of employment to 
pick up a new costume, but would be back within two hours. 

Marion dropped off to sleep again but woke up not much later. She got out of 
bed and dressed herself quickly. It was a beautiful day outside and she had 
the key to the apartment. She would be able to take a brief walk and still 
get back before her loving roommate. 

Marion decided to go up on the roof to get a better look at the 
neighborhood. Carla's apartment was on the top floor and it was easy to 
climb the flight of wooden stairs and unlock the latched door. Soon she was 
looking out over the city, totally delighted with her new situation. 

Then a rather strange thing happened to Marion. She saw a cat walking over 
the next rooftop, headed directly for where she was standing. The little 
beast seemed drawn to her as if by some magnetic pull. Well, it would be 
interesting to see what the animal wanted from her. 

The cat, a large black male, jumped from one rooftop to the next and was 
soon purring at Marion's feet. She stroked him behind the ears and started 
to talk to the cat, telling him that there was nothing to fear. She would 
take him in and give him a new home with her friend Carla. 

And together with their animals, Marion knew that she had found her new 
life. 


THE END
