﻿The lap dog
Carlotta Graham
  

CHAPTER ONE

   They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door, 
leaning on one another and staggering a little. Then both quieted down as they 
stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and not quite 
remembering how. The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and then fished out a 
key. For several seconds he tried to fit it into the lock, finally swearing 
good-naturedly: "If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!"
    "Oh, Jack, don't say such things," the young woman giggled, looking around 
nervously. "The neighbors might hear."
    "Fuck the neighbors," the man answered in a slightly slurred voice. All at 
once the key slid in the lock and he opened the door, starting inside, but then 
he halted and, giving an exaggerated bow, spoke grandly to his female companion.
    "Would the lady care to enter?" he said with a little hiccup. And the lady 
did enter, sweeping majestically into the house, her entry marred only when she 
tripped a little on the doorsill. The man followed her in and shut the door.
    "Oh, Christ, what a party," he said, collapsing into a chair.
    "Yes, and I hope you don't remember a thing tomorrow. Do you know what you 
did? You were dancing on your knees on that funny old table with a lampshade…"
    "Enough!" Jack ordered. "We got better things to do than talk about parties 
that've already happened. C'mere, wench." He reached his arms up commandingly, 
but the woman pirouetted coquettishly just out of his reach, pretending shyness. 
She was young, in her early twenties, of average height – but beyond that, there 
wasn't anything else average about her. Long heavy blonde hair cascaded down to 
frame a truly lovely fine-boned face, highlighted by a pair of huge blue eyes 
set like Alpine lakes against her creamy rose-tinted complexion. While her dress 
was cut fairly modestly, neither too low in the front nor too short, it could 
not entirely hide the lush ripe body underneath. Although she was a blonde, she 
was not a frosty blonde, but rather a warm soft combination of golds and rich 
creams and tender yellow rose petals. All in all she was a very desirable young 
woman, and the man called Jack was obviously aware of it, as he should have 
been. They were married – Jack and Angela Sims.
    "Ah-ha, going to play hard to get," Jack teased, jumping up from the chair. 
For an instant he staggered and almost fell backward but, quickly regaining his 
balance, the obviously tipsy young man took out after his wife as she ran 
squealing and laughing toward the bedroom. Cornered near the bed, the lovely 
young blonde turned at bay, holding up her hands protectingly.
    "Oh, please, sir, I beg of you, don't ravish an innocent young girl," she 
begged in a high falsetto.
    "You're out of luck, baby. You'll never walk out of here a virgin," the man 
growled in mock threat. Reaching out, he circled the young beauty with his arms 
and pressed her violently to him. As their lips met, all pretense faded and they 
melted together in a long passionate kiss.
    "Oh, Jack," Angela breathed, "do that again." She drew in her breath sharply 
as her husband's right hand slipped up under her dress, sliding for a moment 
over her satiny thighs, moving insistently up toward the soft curl-covered "vee" 
above. For a moment her legs clamped tightly together, not to protect her 
modesty, but in unconscious reaction to the burning power of his touch.
    "Oh, Jack," she breathed again, and her body seemed to go limp against his. 
Without a word he reached around behind her back and unzipped her dress. 
Reaching down he began to draw the dress upward, baring his wife's firm graceful 
thighs as the dress snaked up over her body. He had a moment's trouble working 
the material up over the voluptuous swell of her breasts, but she helped, 
raising her arms obediently, and a moment later the dress was off and her hair 
settled back down over her shoulders in a golden cloud. The young beauty was 
left wearing only her lacy brassiere, white bikini panties and pantyhose. The 
brassiere went next.
    Once again the young man reached behind his willing captive, unsnapping her 
brassiere and then pulling it impatiently forward, down over her arms, letting 
free the firmly rounded breasts which quivered a little as the girl's body 
swayed from her husband's rough handling. The young man stared hungrily down at 
the perfect full mounds of soft cream-white flesh, noticing that the cooler air 
in the room was already making the pale pink nipples harden involuntarily. With 
a stifled groan, the young husband bent a little lower and buried his head 
between the resilient roundness, then began to eagerly slide his wet lips over 
the hard berry-like little tips, nipping lightly with his teeth.
    "Aaah," his wife moaned in helpless pleasure, letting her hands move up his 
strong muscular back to work lovingly into his thick brown hair, pressing him 
even more tightly against her sensitively palpitating breasts. Jack then slid 
slowly down to his knees, never letting his lips leave his wife's naked flesh, 
until finally his neck was bent upward at a sharp angle. Hooking his fingers in 
the narrow elastic band that girdled his wife's hips, he pulled down, slowly 
working her panties and pantyhose together down over her richly flaring hips, 
pausing a moment as her thighs began to be bared, to reach up and lightly caress 
with his fingertips the sparse golden down up between them.
    The young wife had already kicked off her shoes, and in sudden impatience 
Jack pulled down hard on the material in his hands, wanting to get the disrobing 
over with.
    "Watch out," Angela said. "Don't tear them."
    "The hell with that," Jack answered, his voice hoarse with passion, "I'll 
buy you another pair. Dozens." Without saying another word the excited young man 
buried his burning lips into the smooth flesh just below his wife's navel, 
causing her stomach muscles to suck in from the sudden shock of his touch. The 
young woman swayed for a moment above her husband, her fingers tangling 
reflexively in his hair, half in defense, half in delight, as the young man's 
hotly working lips slid lower and lower over her belly, finally nibbling at the 
top of her softly curled pussy hair.
    "D-Do you think we should make love after drinking so much?" she asked 
shakily, almost as if she hoped he wouldn't answer, and he didn't, only slid his 
hands around to seize her by the hips, his thumbs digging into her tender belly. 
For a long moment the young wife stood in indecision. She knew what her husband 
seemed about to do. He was going to lick her down there between the legs! Never 
in her young life had this been done to her before, and some part of her mind 
warned her that it was wrong, depraved. All her training told her to pull Jack's 
head away from her this instant, but at the same time a hot flush of passion 
swept over her body, partly fueled perhaps by the alcohol that boiled through 
her system, but she didn't care. She stood still in trembling anticipation as 
her husband's lewdly questing lips slid lower into her vaginal hair, reaching at 
last the top of her anxiously quivering cuntal slit…
   "Damn!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his mouth away. "I've got to get out 
of my clothes before I lose my mind." Lurching to his feet, the frenzied young 
man began tearing desperately at his clothes, leaving his wife standing alone 
and naked, disappointment and relief playing games within her head. The 
anticipatory tingling high up between her thighs quickly changed to 
belly-twisting frustration.
    To get her mind off what she considered obscene and unnatural thoughts, the 
naked young Goddess fastened her attention on her husband as he quickly shed his 
clothes, appreciating for the hundredth time his strong chest as it was quickly 
bared before her. He was a lot taller than she – six feet to her five feet five, 
but she liked the way she was able to nestle into his arms, and remembered that 
when they were both naked his penis dug deliciously into her belly, igniting 
hungers there so strong that they made her a little ashamed. Jack was fumbling 
with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his legs, kicking them 
unceremoniously into a comer, then stood up to face her, wearing only his 
shorts. Angela could see that his penis was already hard, pushing the material 
out from his loins like the white beak of some strange bird. Finally, looking 
his wife straight in the eye, Jack pulled his shorts down, his rigidly erect 
penis springing free, bouncing gently in front of her fascinated gaze. The young 
wife blushed at her own boldness and looked quickly away.
    "What's the matter, don't you like it anymore?" her husband asked with a 
little laugh, and then laughing no more, he started toward her, lust written all 
over his face. Angela expected him to take her in his arms again, but instead 
the desire-inflamed young man pushed her backward toward the bed, causing her to 
lose her balance as the mattress caught her behind the knees. With a little 
startled cry, the young blonde tumbled back on the bed, her legs opening 
automatically as she tried to fight for balance, unconsciously baring the narrow 
pink slit between her legs to her husband's hungry gaze.
    Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs around so that she lay 
lengthwise on the bed. He crawled up between her thighs, then, poising over her 
for a moment.
    "Please, Jack, don't be rough," Angela pleaded, but she could see by his 
face that lust had made him a stranger to her. Looking down at the beautiful 
girl spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward with a groan and dug 
his hands greedily into her tender body, letting his strong fingers knead her 
smooth soft belly, then slide up to squeeze her palpitating breasts, leaving 
scarlet marks in the tender white flesh. Angela groaned in a combination of both 
pleasure and pain as her husband began to roll her sensitive nipples into 
pebble-hard little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a long 
thrill of excitement shuddering through her body. Even though she would like her 
husband to be more gentle, to take a little more time with her, the now panting 
young wife felt her body responding to the rough stimulation. She looked up with 
passion-glazed eyes, beginning to lose herself in his touch, her body beginning 
to slowly writhe beneath him.
    Then his hands were gone, and Angela looked down to see Jack sitting half 
back on his haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance, while with 
the other hand he seized his massive cock and placed it against her 
desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the soft blonde hair with the blood-bloated 
tip, and working it in between her throbbing cuntal lips.
    "Oh God," she moaned, "that feels so good." Raising her head up off the bed, 
the impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of angry red male 
flesh poised against her sensitive genitals, mesmerized by the way the smooth 
bulbous head flattened against her moistly trembling inner flesh. Oh, how she 
wanted that marvelous pleasure-giving shaft to stroke her full of wanton 
ecstasy, bring her to a peak of final fulfillment. If only he didn't… with 
growing despair the young woman saw how her husband's mighty penis was already 
swollen almost to the bursting point – how the whole length of it throbbed and 
jerked as if it had a life of its own, as if he were already about to cum.
    "Take your time, oh please take your time," she begged. "Make it last for 
me, Jack." But the young man was past all hearing as he stared down at the 
tender flesh beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into the needfully 
dilating vaginal opening that would soon house his entire aching member. With an 
inarticulate cry, the young man let his full weight fall forward, pressing deep 
into the softly clinging passage below, letting his hips drive his throbbing 
penis slowly and relentlessly up into the desire-heated depths between his 
wife's legs.
    "Oh, Christ," he moaned, feeling as if his cock were going to explode 
immediately, knowing how much he wanted the sweet agony of shooting his hot 
sperm up into Angela's trembling little belly. And Angela too felt the pulsating 
member slide up into her more than willing vagina, hurting for a moment and then 
seeming to fill her with a wild electric shock.
    "Uuuuunnnnnhhh," she moaned, her quivering thighs failing open wider to 
welcome the wonderful intrusion. Perhaps the liquor had released some 
inhibitions, but the delighted young woman realized she had almost cum with that 
first hard push. "Maybe tonight… oh God, maybe! Make love to me, Jack," she 
moaned, "make love to me hard."
    The powerful young man hovering above her drew his cock part way out of her 
hungering cuntal depths, ready to thrust it deep once again to bring her the 
relief she so desperately needed. Then his body froze and a look of agony came 
over his face. "I-I can't," he gasped. "I-I'm going to cum… can't hold it back." 
To her horror, the excited young housewife felt her husband's burgeoning cock 
already trembling in her, beginning to spasm, too soon, too soon!
    "Try, Jack, try," she begged, but it was no use. With an inarticulate cry, 
the young man fell forward, once again ramming his heavy weapon far up into 
Angela's receptive cunt just as his white-hot sperm began to spout from the 
incredibly swollen head.
    "Now, now, I'm cumming now," he cried as his back arched, holding his 
prematurely spurting member buried deep up inside his wife's body.
    "No, no," Angela wailed in despair, her hips thrashing as if she were trying 
to work her husband's rigid penis in and out of her pussy all by herself, 
knowing that in just another few seconds she would have had the orgasm she so 
violently needed, the orgasm that had been denied her for so long. Churning and 
panting, the desperate young woman tried to make it come true, but it was 
useless. With a final groan, her husband collapsed heavily over her body, 
pinning her motionless with his exhausted weight. Already she could feel his 
depleted penis shrinking into uselessness up inside her desperately clutching 
vagina. Her body too, gave one last frantic shudder, but then surrendered in 
despair, lying in simmering frustrated need on the bed. The two, husband and 
wife, lay that way for several moments.
    "I-I'm sorry," Jack panted, finally raising his head, but unable to look his 
wife straight in the eye.
    "Sorry," she began bitterly. "Sorry… how does that help…" but then she broke 
off as she saw the hurt look on her husband's handsome face. "I didn't mean 
that," she said quickly. "I-I… sometimes I guess I just don't know what I'm 
saying." Reaching up tenderly, the lovely young blonde began caressing her 
husband's head, soothing him as if he had been the disappointed one. They lay 
quietly together for a while, he beside her now, until finally he rolled away 
from her body with a grunt and was almost instantly asleep. It took the toiling 
woman quite some time to work the blankets and sheets down so that she could 
cover him, and then she too crawled under the covers. The young wife closed her 
eyes to try and sleep, but they soon popped open again. While she had been 
engaged in comforting her husband, Angela had not noticed her own need, but now 
that she was lying still in bed, the nagging demanding hunger was once again 
making itself felt.
    Nervously the young wife shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together as 
if trying to smother the fire that continued to smolder up between them, 
threatening to burst into flame at any moment. But the added pressure only 
forced her sensitive vaginal lips against one another and actually increased her 
frustration. Half-stifling a moan of desire, the young woman felt one hand 
sliding down over her naked belly underneath the sheets as if it had a life of 
its own. She knew what she was going to do and tried to stop herself in guilty 
horror, but it was no use. Inch by inch her trembling hand descended, until it 
was resting nervously on her soft-curled pubic mound. The confused blonde knew 
this was wrong and tried to will herself to stop, but her body was crying out 
for release, and bit by bit, the only thing left in her fevered mind was the 
reality of those ready fingers poised so near to her aching need.
    Not conscious that she had moved, the raggedly breathing girl suddenly felt 
her fingers press hard against her fevered cuntal flesh, all her fingers at once 
massaging in a slow soothing movement, touching herself first here, then there, 
almost crying aloud as a hot bolt of sheer bliss radiated up from her grateful 
cunt.
    Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger into 
the hot wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness, stroking the 
sensitive inner surfaces until finally it poised right over her expectantly 
throbbing little clitoris, then pressed down hard on the tiny sensation bud. 
Angela's entire body jerked as if someone had run a heavy charge of electricity 
through it, her back arching and mouth and eyes opening wide. For a moment the 
young woman held frozen in this position as if she had been turned to stone, but 
then she slowly settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible spasm 
passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle finger 
lightly over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what would follow. 
From time to time the maddening finger slid lower along the wet slippery slit, 
dipping experimentally just up inside her steaming pussy opening, wetting itself 
with the fresh secretions of her passion that bubbled there, then back up to 
stroke her painfully swollen clitoris. Thus Angela worked herself up to an 
unbearable passion with her torturing finger. With a groan she opened her sleek 
white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far up into her hungry cunt, 
sighing with relief as she felt herself partially filled.
    But it was not enough. Compared to the great rod of flesh that had so 
deliciously stretched her vagina such a short time ago, the panting young 
housewife knew that her one finger was ridiculously inadequate. Desperately she 
inserted another finger, worming them around in a wild pattern as far up into 
her burning vaginal depths as she could reach, then beginning to slide them 
rhythmically in and out, her hips rising to meet them in an obscene motion as 
old as time. On and on she thrust, her head beginning to twist and turn on the 
pillow as her passion mounted, her eyes half-closed, staring out unseeingly 
beneath her long silky lashes. Once Jack groaned and rolled over in his sleep 
and the startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her 
sinful act, but in a few seconds her husband was once again loudly snoring, 
deeply anesthetized by alcohol and sex.
    Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened housewife 
put in a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into her shuddering loins for a 
seeming eternity. In and out the rigid fingers flashed, wet and gleaming from 
her heated vaginal secretions. Finally, the lewdly twisting young blonde felt it 
coming, her desperately needed orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving belly 
like a building tidal wave, bigger and bigger until she knew it would break over 
her in exquisite bliss any moment. But the straining young woman was unprepared 
for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot up from her contracting womb to 
expand her already swollen breasts, then back down again to ricochet wildly over 
her spasming loins. She had to stuff her free hand in her mouth to keep from 
screaming out her ecstasy while her hips jerked up hard against her pounding 
fingers, once, twice, three times, her stomach muscles sucking in convulsively. 
The climaxing young wife was dimly aware of a warm slippery flood gushing out 
over her hand as her climaxing womb released its long stored up passion. Then, 
with one last shudder, it was over, and Angela's lovely body collapsed back 
limply into the mattress, her ringers slipping wetly from her still vibrating 
cunt. Right then, the temporarily satisfied young wife wouldn't have cared if 
her husband woke up to stare at her in disbelief as she lay gasping in pleasure, 
her face radiant with fulfillment, her taut, wide-set breasts using and falling 
quickly with her labored breathing.

   But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. Once again she had been unable to 
stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought. Once again she had let the 
shameful needs of her body win out over her conscience. Large slow tears 
trickled from her eyes, turning them into huge blue liquid pools as the full 
knowledge of her weakness tore apart her triumphant mood of just a few seconds 
ago. Why, oh why did she do things like this? the unhappy young blonde asked 
herself in agony. There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in growing 
despair. She was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody somewhere 
was speeding it up. In the back of her mind she dimly realized that it was 
normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the same 
time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.
    Angela's parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to raise 
their daughter within their own code. While they were never cruel or capricious, 
they were at the same time unyielding, completely convinced of the divine 
rightness of their views. Naturally, the area in which they had been most strict 
was in regard to sex, or rather the denial of it. Angela was forbidden to go out 
with boys until her senior year in high school, and then only with those 
carefully screened and selected by her parents. At the same time, her parent's 
deeply ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell her anything about 
"sex", which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be repeated only when 
necessary for the emphasis of important moral lessons. So the young girl grew up 
totally ignorant of the implications of her parent's repeated warnings against 
the sins of the flesh.
    Several times the dull young men her parents picked out for Angela proved to 
a little more enterprising than expected and made fumbling passes, attempting to 
fondle her budding young breasts or sliding inexperienced hands up under her 
dress. It was less a knowledge of what the boys were trying to do than an 
automatic revulsion to their strained panting and lust-filled expressions that 
caused the young girl to fend them off.
    The big change came though, when Angela went to college. There was no 
college near her home town, so she was sent off to a large university upstate, 
one of the best, armed with her parents' blessings and warnings to shun evil 
ways. By this time she was in the full bloom of her young beauty, a dream vision 
to the horny young men on campus. They all went after her in a rush, and the 
first year was one of confusion and near terror for the inexperienced young 
girl.
    For two or three years Angela had lived in horror of someday some man 
putting his… thing… up there, ever since one of her more precocious girl friends 
had told the young innocent the facts of life, taking childish delight in 
frightening Angela as much as possible. But now, for the first time, the budding 
beauty found herself occasionally thinking that might not be a bad idea. Strange 
tingling yearnings inside her heretofore ignored inner passage demanded some 
kind of attention.
    Perhaps the confused young woman might have fallen victim to one of the 
hungry predatory young male students if she hadn't had another very important 
line of defense – the sanctity of her virginity! Time and time again Angela 
saved herself by desperately clinging to the idea that she must have this 
precious flower to offer the man she would eventually marry. Imprisoned in the 
arms of some strong young male, panting with desire as the young Lothario 
expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would 
pull away at the very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each 
encounter brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical 
surrender. Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of being a 
cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her would-be lovers. If 
any of them had had a little more patience and psychology, she would have soon 
tumbled into their waiting beds. As it was, Angela was a very physical girl, or, 
at least her body was. But, after twenty years of strict parental training, her 
mind was straight, narrow… and frightened.
    And then she met Jack. Jack Sims was more than four years older than Angela. 
A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the young ex-soldier 
was now in college on the G.I. Bill. He was tall and good-looking, and enough 
smarter and more experienced than the other young males on campus to be able to 
have his pick of the girls. One look at Angela was enough to turn the trick for 
Jack. After two years of slogging through jungles, dodging ambushes, the lovely 
Technicolor reality of this innocent young coed was enough to guide Cupid's 
arrow right through the center of his heart. At first a little nervous around 
the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon came to treasure the 
seemingly mature guidance he gave her.
    Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew they 
were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed Angela's last 
natural psychological protection against the temptations of lust.
    One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass behind 
the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes and the dark. Jack 
had removed Angela's brassiere, not for the first time. However, in the past, 
this was about as far as it ever went, Jack delighting his intended by nibbling 
and sucking at the ripely rounded mounds that she so timidly exposed to him. 
Maybe it was the spring air, maybe it was just time, but the whole thing got out 
of hand. A couple of times before, Jack had got as far as to slip a finger 
inside the elastic leg band of Angela's panties, once even working it part way 
up inside her incredibly tight little virginal opening. The first time Angela 
had ever felt this happen had almost stunned her by the intensity of the 
feelings awakened in her long-denied body, but, at the same time, she became 
frightened and made Jack stop.
    This time the delighted, if apprehensive, young virgin did not stop the 
intruding finger, but, instead, writhed and moaned on the soft grass as Jack 
wormed his middle finger higher and higher up inside her tight cuntal depths, 
relaxing, stretching wide the reluctant opening. By the time Jack was working 
her panties down over her feet, the wildly aroused young coed was past knowing 
what was happening, and didn't notice Jack pulling down his pants to release his 
already erect cock-shaft. Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight, and 
the delicious stroking of her eager young cunt changed into incredible pain. 
Looking up suddenly, the terrified virgin saw Jack's manly form hovering over 
her, his hips pressed tightly into her own agonized loins. Some last bit of 
control kept the young woman from screaming out into the night as Jack's mighty 
rod of lust-driven male flesh tore through her fragile hymen, searing her loins 
with agony. Mercifully, it was short, and the excited Jack was cumming after 
several long hard stabs up into the virgin depths below, engulfing her no longer 
virginal cunt with the first hot flood of sperm she had ever known.
    Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather, what 
she had let happen to her. Vowing to never again become involved in such an 
obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined to discover herself, 
just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled below a panting and thrusting 
Jack. The dam had been breached! Angela had launched on her sexual life as a 
mature woman whether she knew it or not. But, still the young woman held on to 
her beliefs, convincing herself that this was different, even if still somehow 
sinful. After all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and, being 
influenced by some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the eager young 
girl said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a marriage certificate 
could never make her love for her man any righter than it was just now. But 
that's as far as it went. Never would the young coed have even let the thought 
enter her mind of sleeping with another man, one not intended her by God.
    Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty. The second time she 
made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt kind of good. For 
the next two or three weeks.
    Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her, gaining warm satisfaction out of 
the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the act, and a few sensitive tickles 
for herself. But then one day, after Jack had coaxed her into straddling his 
loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela had to slide up and down on her 
lover's impaling cock, the young woman had suddenly been stunned by an 
incredible sensation that burst unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes 
opening wide in shock, the young girl had let out a little yelp and jumped off 
Jack's body, his huge gleaming shaft slipping out of her cunt and rearing up 
like an angry white cobra.
    "Hey, what the…?" Jack exclaimed. "What happened?"
    "I-I don't know," Angela said in confusion. "Something happened… felt 
strange inside." To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.
    "You just had your first orgasm, silly," he chuckled.
    "Really?" Angela responded. A pleased little smile came over her face and 
she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.
    "Hey, wait a minute," Jack said in mock sternness. "You may have had your 
orgasm, but I haven't had mine." He pointed to his swollen penis and ordered, 
"Now, get back up on there and don't stop until you milk it dry."
    Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so 
nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own second 
orgasm just as Jack began pumping his hot semen up into her ever more receptive 
womb. In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring lover, bringing Angela 
to orgasm time after time. But for some reason it all changed after their 
marriage. For reasons that neither of the young couple could put their finger 
on, Jack became more hasty, not exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to 
hold back his orgasm until his new wife had hers. In the nearly twelve months 
since they had been married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just 
enough to tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still 
the raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.
    All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife's mind as she lay 
in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down her cheeks. 
She didn't know how much longer she could fight the powerful desires that 
coursed through her sensual young body, and, at the same time, she hated herself 
for being the victim of these desires. "Temptations of the flesh," her parents 
had said, and she succumbed to them like the most wanton scarlet woman. If only 
she could be satisfied with her lot, Angela thought in despair. She loved her 
husband, and they got along in all ways but this one, the one she couldn't seem 
to do without. Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at least escaping the 
terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body unfulfilled, had come to 
her. In despair, she put the thought from her mind, but it came back on its own, 
seaming her that something would have to be done soon, or she would lose her 
mind.
    Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and she lay 
stretched out beside her husband, a false picture of youth and beauty and 
contentment.

CHAPTER TWO

   Jack Sims eased his car into the company parking lot, wincing as the tires 
bounced roughly over a high spot in the pavement. Damn, I must have got drunk 
last night, he thought, trying not to move his aching head. Half remembered 
images of the party flickered through his mind, but much more sharp were his 
recollections of that sexual debacle with Angela after they got home.
    What the hell was the matter with him? he asked himself bitterly. Two years 
they had gone together, having no trouble making love, and now, all of a sudden, 
this. Like most men, Jack hated to put the blame for sexual inadequacy on 
himself, and had been looking for some time for a way to lay at least some of it 
on his wife, and, little by little, he was beginning to be successful, at least 
in his own mind. She just made him feel so… so… tense. No wonder he couldn't 
hold it back.
    And maybe there was a little boredom in the whole thing, too. As a young 
man, Jack had had a dizzying succession of women, but now, for something like 
three years the only woman he'd slept with was Angela. Not that she wasn't worth 
sleeping with, he thought ruefully. Hell, he'd never found a more beautiful 
woman, no one who turned on more in bed. For just an instant, a faint thought 
flickered in the back of Jack's mind, a thought perhaps too close to the truth 
for him to really let live long. Thinking of his wife's passionate responses to 
his love-making stirred up some old fear, a subtle feeling that somehow she was 
threatening something in him, in his manhood, and, for a moment, Jack knew he 
probably had the key, but then it was gone, pushed from his memory by automatic 
mental defenses. And, besides that, having parked the car, the young man was now 
entering the plant, and, once in the plant, he tried never to let anything but 
work occupy his mind. He was ambitious, and felt this was the right way to get 
ahead.
    Jack had taken a degree in mechanical engineering and now worked in the 
drafting office of a large successful corporation. The job wasn't too high 
paying, but plenty of other young men would have been happy to be in his place, 
because the company promoted only from within its own ranks and Jack knew that, 
if he stuck it out, before long he would be working in the engineering 
department.
    As soon as he sat down at his drafting table, the young up-and-comer knew it 
was a mistake to go to parties the night before a work day. His head swam and 
his belly shuddered as he forced himself to begin working. But his determination 
paid off, because, by noon, his immersion in his work had made him feel a lot 
better. Going to the company cafeteria, Jack sat down next to one of his closest 
friends in the plant, Harry Thompson, a man several years older, feeling a lot 
better than he had a right to.
    "Well, if it isn't Al Jolson himself," Harry said. Harry had also been at 
the party last night.
    "I was as bad as all that?" Jack asked ruefully.
    "I didn't think you were bad at all. I was far enough gone myself to enjoy 
your little act. Too bad your wife broke it up, though."
    "Oh?" said Jack, honestly not remembering.
    "Yeah, when you started to do the striptease," and Harry started to laugh 
boisterously, but then stopped and grimaced in pain. "Oh Christ, my head," he 
moaned. "Hey, what was Angela moaning about to my wife last night, anyhow?"
    "Angela?" Jack asked in alarm. Christ, if she had been yapping about their 
bed problems to Myra Thompson, it would be all over town by tonight. "Well, who 
knows," he added quickly. "You know how women are… or do you? I sure as hell 
don't. Does any man?"
    Jack was a little unhappy with himself that he was unable to keep the 
exasperation out of his voice. That should be a dead giveaway to Harry that he 
and Angela were having problems. But Harry just kept on chewing his food, a 
thoughtful look coming over his big, good-natured face.
    "How long you been married?" he finally asked.
    "About a year," Jack said cautiously, not knowing what Harry was getting at.
    "You know, I been married nearly ten," Harry said, the words a little 
muffled as he continued to eat. "Had some trouble with the wife the first year 
or two. Tears, moods, the whole disaster. Took me a little while to figure out 
the reason… lonely."
    "Huh?" Jack asked. Was that a crafty look he saw in Harry's eyes? 
Impossible. Harry didn't have an ounce of craft in him.
    "Yeh, lonely. You know, you got no kids, live out in the sticks, not many 
people around. What's the poor girl supposed to do, sit around watching T.V. 
until you get home?" Harry seemed to be finished speaking for the moment and 
turned his attention back to the sandwich he was eating. Jack thought a moment. 
His problem with Angela was a lot deeper than Harry knew, but maybe the old boy 
had something there.
    "So what do I do then, Harry, move into a commune or something?"
    "Hell no, why don't you get her a pet, maybe a dog."
    There was a long silence while Jack thought. During the first part of it, 
Harry kept on eating, but then he started to get nervous, as if he were afraid 
Jack were losing interest in the subject. "Tell you what," Harry said abruptly, 
"I got a dog I can let you have. Beautiful German shepherd. Well trained. 
Housebroken… the works."
    "A German shepherd!" Jack exclaimed in surprise, then a knowing look came 
over his face. "Why you old bastard," he said, "you engineered this whole 
conversation. Admit it you just want to get rid of a dog!"
    "Oh, come on now, Jack. You really don't think I'd…"
    Then, looking contrite, he admitted, "Okay, okay, so I want to get rid of a 
dog. You know damn well I live in an apartment, and can you figure a German 
shepherd in an apartment? Look… you live out in the suburbs, almost in the 
country. You got plenty of place for a big dog to run out in those woods near 
your place. Besides, the dog'd be good protection for Angela when you're away. 
Can't afford not to think of that in this day and age."
    "Sure, you old bastard. What'd the dog do, chew up your slippers?"
    "Hell no, best behaved dog I've ever seen."
    "Maybe he's mean, then, you know how German shepherds can get."
    "Not a chance. That big clown's the most lovable dog I ever met. Too damn 
lovable," Harry added in an odd bitter tone before going on, "look, I'm trying 
to tell you. It's not right to keep a big healthy dog like that in an apartment. 
I'm going to have to give him to the pound if I don't find a home for him."
    "But why me?"
    "Why not? Don't you really think it'd be good for Angela to have a dog?" 
Seeing the younger man weaken a little, Harry pushed on. "I'm not asking for an 
oath in blood, but why don't you just come out to the house after work and have 
a look. If you don't like him, that's it. My latest batch of home brew's in, 
anyhow, and you've been bugging me for a taste for weeks just come on out and 
have a look, that's all I'm asking."
    The desperate tone in Harry's voice should have been enough to warn Jack, 
but, by now, he really was beginning to wonder if having a dog might not take 
Angela's mind off their troubles. It might be worth a look.
    So, later that afternoon, after work, Jack found himself pulling up Harry's 
driveway, having followed him home. As he got out of the car, Jack could hear a 
thunderous barking coming from the upstairs apartment where Harry lived with his 
wife.
    "Christ, you sure that's a dog up there and not a lion?" Jack said acidly.
    "Well, like I told you, he's big," Harry answered, and then led the way 
upstairs. The barking grew more and more excited as the two men neared the 
apartment, and, for a moment, Jack became a little nervous as his friend fumbled 
with the lock. Maybe the damn monster wouldn't like him and would tear off a 
leg. But his fears were groundless. As soon as the door opened, a huge, 
beautifully marked German shepherd came bounding out and began licking Harry's 
hands ecstatically, joyously wagging his massive tail and uttering little 
pleasure-filled whines.
    "Okay, old buddy, I know how hard it is on you to be locked up here all 
day," Harry said, a trifle too loudly, as if the words were really meant for 
Jack. Just then, the dog saw Jack and froze for a second, not hostilely, but as 
if he had just seen some new sight that totally captivated his interest. And 
then, with a graceful proud stride, the big animal pranced over to Jack and 
began inquisitively sniffing his clothes until satisfied and reached up and 
licked the newcomer's hand and then thrust his huge head up underneath it, 
forcing Jack's hand up.
   "Wants you to pet him," Harry said, which was a relief to the younger man, 
who didn't know whether or not it might have signified the big animal was about 
to take a chunk out of him. Gingerly he reached down and scratched the dog 
behind the ears, and immediately the big German shepherd sat back on his 
haunches, a half-foolish look of pleasure coming over his face that made Jack 
laugh automatically.
    "Okay, okay, I believe you," he said to Harry, "he's friendly."
    "Yeh, he's friendly all right," Harry answered, that strange bitter tone 
once again creeping into his voice. But his younger friend didn't notice, 
becoming captivated by the big animal, who was giving little sighs of pleasure, 
eyes half closed, as Jack continued to stroke his ears. "C'mon, let's go on in," 
Harry grunted. "Time for a little home brew."
    Jack followed willingly enough. As soon as he stopped his rubbing, the big 
dog looked up in comic regret, then got up and tagged along after Jack, his 
massive beautiful head just inches from Jack's leg. The young man experienced a 
feeling of pleasure, having successfully made friends with this powerful 
handsome creature. Just the idea of having this great dog walking along docilely 
at his side gave him a feeling of virile mastery – man the hunter with his 
savage and loyal companion. Already he was beginning to like the idea of owning 
the handsome animal.
    "Well, here's the latest batch, and not a bad one," Harry was saying as he 
reached into the refrigerator to pull out an unlabeled quart beer bottle, filled 
with some slightly cloudy liquid. Stepping over to the sink he pried off the 
cap. There was a loud pop and a sinister tendril of blue smoke curled out of the 
opening. Very, very carefully Harry poured part of the contents into two 
glasses, trying to keep the cloudy sediment from being stirred up. He handed 
Jack one of the glasses. "Here's looking at ya," he said and took a long drink. 
Jack followed suit, choking a moment as the strong beer flowed down his throat, 
but after the first bite he realized Harry had indeed brought in a good batch 
this time.
    By the time the two men had killed the first bottle they were both a little 
tipsy. The stuff wasn't only good, but it was loaded with high test rocket fuel, 
Jack thought foggily to himself. By now the whole world looked rosy.
    "So what if I take this dog and it doesn't work out?" he asked his 
co-worker, slightly slurring his words. "Can I bring him back?"
    "Sure, sure," Harry answered glibly. "Here, have another glass."
    "Oh-ho, trying to get me drunk. Never saw you so ready to part with your 
home brew. You must really want to get rid of that dog." Getting no answer, the 
young man thought a moment and then went on. "Only one thing bothers me, really. 
What if the dog doesn't like Angela?"
    For a moment, Jack thought Harry was going to choke on his beer. After a few 
strangled gasps Harry was finally able to say, "Oh don't you worry about that, 
he loves women, just loves women!"
    Peering fuzzily down into the cloudy depths of his beer, the younger man 
thought a moment longer. "Okay, Harry, I'll take the dog. But if it doesn't work 
out, I want you to know he's coming light back here. Agreed?"
    "Agreed," Harry answered, nodding solemnly, as if they had just concluded an 
international peace treaty. "By the way, his name is Hans." The big dog looked 
up alertly as he heard his name, wondering why the two men were staring so 
intently at him.
    "Well," Jack said draining his glass. "Might as well be getting on my way 
while I can still drive. If I can walk to the car, that is. By the way, where's 
your wife, out shopping?"
    "No," Harry answered, a sudden shifty look coming into his eyes. "She's off 
visiting her mother. Left this morning."
    "Hey," Jack said, sudden enlightenment coming over him. "You wouldn't be 
trying to get rid of the dog while she's away and doesn't know what you're 
doing, would you? Hell, I don't want to buy a bag of trouble with Myra."
    "Since when have you worried what Myra thought?" Harry shot back, becoming a 
little desperate. "We just made a deal, didn't we?"
    "Okay, old buddy, don't get all steamed up. I'll stand by my word. I just 
want to know all the facts before I do something." The truth was, the younger 
man had become a little more fond of the idea of owning the big beautiful German 
shepherd with each additional glass of beer. Already he was wondering how Angela 
would react when he got home with the animal. "How do I get this big brute out 
to the car?" he asked.
    "Nothing to it. C'mon, Hans," Harry ordered, and led the way out of the 
apartment, the dog following eagerly.
    "Seems pretty trusting," Jack said.
    "Loves to tide in cars," Harry answered. And sure enough, when the three of 
them arrived next to Jack's car, Harry opened the back door and Hans quickly 
jumped in to perch on the back seat, his head nearly scraping the roof. Jack 
slid in nervously and started the motor.
    "Well, wish me luck," he said to Harry, and drove out into the street. When 
Hans saw that Harry wasn't coming with them, he turned around on the seat to 
look out the back window as his former master faded away into the distance and 
whined excitedly.
    "For Christ's sake, cut that out," Jack said nervously. "You make me feel 
like a slave dealer." Hans soon stopped whining, but, all the way out to the 
suburbs, the big dog lay on the back seat, his head half hidden between his 
paws, looking like a lost orphan. Jack felt lucky that the dog's confusion and 
fear didn't take a more dangerous trend.
    By the time he pulled up in his own driveway, the slowly sobering Jack was 
beginning to feel the whole thing was a stupid mistake, one that, for some 
unknown reason, his old friend Harry had conned him into. The way the dog looked 
now, the first thing he would do was run away. As the car came to a stop, the 
front door opened and Angela came out.
    "I'm glad you're home," she called. "I was getting a little worried. 
Where've you been?"
    By now Jack had gotten out of the car, and, throwing open the back door, he 
said, "Not wanting us to have to go through all that nine-month pregnancy stuff, 
I went out and got us a dependent." At first, his wife didn't know what he was 
talking about, and then she saw Hans in the back seat and her eyes widened in 
surprise. Hans saw her at the same time, and the sudden transformation in the 
animal was incredible. From sheer dejection, his mood changed to one of utter 
joy. Girl and dog stared at one another for several seconds and then the big 
animal bounded out of the car and, placing his paws up on Angela's shoulders, 
kissed her face with his long pink tongue.
    "Why Jack," she said in delight. "Where did you get this beautiful dog?" 
There was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice, and, all at once, her husband 
started to feel better. Maybe old Harry had something after all.
    "Like I said, this is out new dependent, someone to keep you company when 
the old man's off at the salt mines."
    "Oh Jack," Angela beamed, "how wonderful. You mean we can really keep him?" 
Jack knew he was home free. There wasn't much more he needed to say as his wife 
and new dog got to know one another. There was one little incident. Hans placed 
his nose hard up between Angela's legs, pushing her skirt right up into the 
"vee" between her thighs, sniffing and nuzzling, and he didn't seem about to 
quit. "Naughty dog," Angela scolded, but for a moment it didn't seem to do much 
good. Finally Jack had to come up and pull the dog back by the collar.
    Looking down at the obviously confused animal, Jack said, "If that isn't 
like Harry – teaching the dog his own bad habits. But we'll have him all nice 
and trained and polite in no time."
    If he had only known.

CHAPTER THREE

   Several days later Angela Sims was out in the yard hanging out the wash. It 
was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, with an exhilarating breeze. The 
lovely young blonde cast a fond look to where Hans lay sleeping in the shade of 
the fence, acting for all the world like this had been his home all his life.
    The young housewife felt that somehow the dog had enriched her life and was 
grateful that Jack had brought him home. Once Jack had sobered up, he had told 
her all about Harry's rather strange behavior. There was no doubt in either of 
their minds that there was something about the handsome German shepherd that had 
caused Harry to try everything he knew to get rid of the big animal. But, 
whatever it was, neither Jack nor Angela was able to tell, not from the animal's 
behavior, at least. He was the perfect pet – friendly, intelligent, seemingly 
well-trained, and, at the same time, selectively protective of the house and 
particularly his new mistress. A good all-around dog. Aside from the expense of 
feeding the huge animal, the young couple could find nothing wrong with him. 
Harry was no help. Every time Jack started to mention Hans at work, Harry would 
immediately change the subject.
    Not that Angela cared. She loved Hans now, and that was all that mattered. 
While the animal's presence had hardly cleared up her sexual difficulties with 
Jack, it at least gave her another companion to share her otherwise lonely days 
with.
    And Hans seemed happy with the change. The big dog obviously enjoyed the 
freedom available to him at his new home and spent long hours running in the 
fields and woods. The Sims didn't exactly live in the suburbs as Harry had put 
it, but instead out in an unincorporated part of the county that was fast 
becoming a suburb. Just a couple of years ago this had been farmland, and even 
now there were still a couple of small agricultural operations in the area. But, 
with the approach of the city, the land had become too valuable to farm, and a 
few of the smaller developers had put up small tracts of homes, not tracts 
exactly, but modern tract-type houses scattered in little clumps of twos and 
threes over the rolling land. The Sims lived in a house like this, modern, 
inexpensive, yet comfortable. Their house nestled right under the brow of a 
wooded hill that was all theirs and the only other house near was several 
hundred yards down the narrow winding road. The young couple realized this 
situation couldn't last much longer, and that soon they would be in the middle 
of a vast housing tract, but they wanted to enjoy it while they could, knowing 
that eventually they could sell out at a considerable profit and move elsewhere.
    Angela looked up from struggling with a recalcitrant sheet fluttering in the 
breeze to see her only neighbor walking down the road towards the house. As 
usual, Angela experienced sharply conflicting emotions as she saw Sylvia 
Bennett's graceful figure approach. Was Sylvia Bennett a widow or a divorcee? 
She never seemed to give a definite answer to the question. A tall, elegant, 
undeniably beautiful brunette of twenty-seven or eight, Sylvia for some reason 
had chosen to live out here in the semi-open spaces all by herself, occupying 
much the same type of house that the Sims had. But Angela knew that Sylvia's 
loneliness was frequently broken by night-time male visitors whose cars usually 
remained parked in her driveway until the next morning.
    Angela was genuinely fond of Sylvia, being able to sense the older woman's 
innate kindness and warm friendly nature. But, at the same time, Sylvia was 
unabashedly sex-oriented and her conversations often had the more innocent 
younger girl blushing in embarrassment at the wry manner in which she talked 
about her love fife and the various men she had known. There was also a certain 
electricity in the air when Sylvia was present that unnerved Angela, but maybe 
that had to do with sex. Even a simple act like bending down to pick up 
something assumed an air of sexual provocation when performed by Sylvia. While 
not as full-breasted or lushly curved as Angela, the taller and older woman had 
a lithe sinuousness to her elegantly shaped body that cried out a promise of 
sensuality. In a lovely face framed by a rich cascade of thick chestnut hair, 
Sylvia's eyes only added to her allure. Large and dark, slanted upward a little 
at the outside corners, they had been most aptly described by Jack as "bedroom 
eyes". If Angela had been a little less innocent and trusting, she wouldn't have 
permitted her husband anywhere near her dark-haired neighbor, for not only did 
Sylvia like handsome young men, but she was not bothered by the normal scruples 
about the sanctity of the matrimonial bond. As it was, Jack had only met her a 
few times, but Angela had been surprised by her usually garrulous husband's 
inability to hold up his end of the conversation in Sylvia's company. The 
ingenuous young wife was totally unaware of the powerful stirrings that went on 
in her husband's loins every time he saw his lovely and so obviously available 
neighbor.
    "Hi honey," Sylvia sang out when she was within speaking distance. "How's 
the house slave?" Sylvia never seemed to do anything around her house, having 
contempt for all drudgery, yet her place was always clean and well cared for.
    "Just thought I'd take advantage of the weather to do a little washing," 
Angela said, already flustered.
    "You know, if you played your cards right, hubby might pay for his bedtime 
privileges with a nice new clothes dryer."
    "Oh Sylvia, that's not fair," Angela answered, blushing a little. "Jack 
works hard but, just doesn't make enough money for something like that yet."
    "Sorry honey, just my usual female chauvinist piggishness," Sylvia said 
blithely. "Oh, what's this?" she asked in surprise as she saw Hans. "So this is 
where that beautiful animal comes from that's been running in the woods the last 
couple of days."
    "Jack got me the dog to keep me happy until he can get me a dryer," Angela 
said, half in revenge, wanting to vindicate her husband.
    "Score one for good old Jack," Sylvia said, a little too familiarly for 
Angela's taste. "What's his name?"
    "Hans," the young wife answered, and, as soon as he heard his name, the big 
dog got to his feet. He had heard Sylvia approaching but had been too drowsy and 
lazy to do anything dog-like about it. But now he saw Sylvia's lovely head over 
the top of the fence and became suddenly interested.
    "My-my, look at all that equipment he's carrying around under his belly," 
Sylvia said lewdly. "There's going to be a lot of happy female dogs in the 
neighborhood." Angela blushed beet red, and, despite herself, her eyes dropped 
to the heavy furry sheath that dangled beneath Hans. Even the young housewife 
had to admit that Hans had a lot of "equipment". She desperately wanted to 
change to a less embarrassing subject but, as always, seemed at a loss for words 
in Sylvia's company. Sylvia came to her rescue.
    "What I wandered over this way for was to see if you and your charming 
husband would like to come over some night soon and keep the poor lonely old 
neighbor lady company. That grateful old lady will cook up a big pot of curry if 
you do. And now maybe I should extend the invitation to include Hans… That's 
strange, where did he go?"
    Unnoticed by the two women, Hans had padded silently over the grass and out 
the gate, coming up on Sylvia from behind. The first indication the lovely 
brunette had of his presence was when she felt his cool damp nose slide up the 
inside of her naked thigh under her dress. For just a second Sylvia's features 
lost their cool sardonic control and she looked like a startled child.
    Despite herself Angela could not suppress a laugh. "That's his only bad 
habit," she said, but then, to her embarrassment, she saw that Sylvia was making 
no overt moves to discourage the big animal who continued to sniff higher and 
higher up under her dress.
    "What's the matter, big boy," she said, looking back over her shoulder at 
the dog. "You smell a pussy… cat?"
    "Hans!" Angela barked sharply as she realized that, for some reason, she was 
becoming more upset than she should. It was just that Sylvia could be so… lewd. 
As soon as he heard the sharp tone in his mistress' voice, Hans looked up 
sheepishly, drawing his nose out from under Sylvia's skirt.
    "Oh, come on, boys will be boys," Sylvia said languidly. "But I must say, I 
haven't had that quick a pass thrown at me since the night that New York actor 
stuck his hand… but never mind. Anyhow, I have to go back to my little house and 
get ready for a trip into the city. Time to recharge my libidinal batteries. 
After you talk to Jack you will let me know what night you can come over, won't 
you?"
    "Sure, Sylvia." Angela was beginning to feel a little foolish over the way 
she had let her dog's innocent action work her up. After a few more 
pleasantries, Sylvia started back down the road toward her house, which was just 
out of sight around a bend. Angela watched her go for a minute, as usual a 
little envious of her older friend and neighbor's seductive pantherish walk.
    Angela wasn't the only one watching. Hans stood in the road outside the 
fence, ears alertly cocked forward, all his senses locked on his new 
acquaintance. There was something in Sylvia's manner that powerfully drew the 
animal to her. For a moment he seemed about to follow, but something warned him 
that, for some reason, his mistress would not approve, so he went back to he 
down once again in his favorite spot. However, it was a long time before the dog 
was able to settle down once again. He turned and fidgeted and sighed until 
finally he had found a position that pleased him.
  

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    The next day, on one of his regular runs in the cool whispering woods, the 
dog found himself not far away from Sylvia's house. He didn't actually think of 
it as Sylvia's house, but that was the direction in which she had gone 
yesterday. And then he saw her head and shoulders above the fence as she walked 
through her backyard. For a moment the big German shepherd stood stock still in 
intense concentration. Then, loping forward, he quickly approached the house. 
The gate to the backyard was slightly ajar, so Hans pushed it open with his nose 
and cautiously stepped aside, stopping once again as he saw Sylvia several yards 
away.
    The dark-haired beauty was on the grass now, sunbathing on a large beach 
towel, wearing only her bikini bottoms, the discarded top lying nearby. Silently 
the big dog stared at the lovely woman lying half-naked only a few yards away, 
her tanned flesh shining softly in the warm sunlight. Sylvia seemed to sense his 
presence and looked around, starting a little when she saw him.
    "Oh, Hans. You are a wild one, sneaking up on me like that." Sylvia's soft 
throaty reassuring voice encouraged the big animal to come nearer and he stopped 
right next to Sylvia as she rose half up on her elbows, then reached up with one 
hand to rub his head. The motion of her arm made her taut full breast move 
sensuously and catch the dog's attention. Without hesitation, Hans lowered his 
huge beautiful head and then his long thick tongue shot out to lick hotly over 
the ruby-tipped mound so near.
    "Ahhh," Sylvia gasped involuntarily as that thick wet tongue sent little 
shivers running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making her nipples rise into hard 
little buds of desire. Without thinking, the dark-haired woman pushed Hans' head 
away. "Hey, Romeo, give a little warning, huh?" she said. Hans backed away a 
moment, momentarily discouraged by the stern tone of Sylvia's words. But he 
began to whine excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle that moved him 
nearer and nearer to the lovely taut-nippled breast he had already tasted. 
Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd licked out once again, 
laving his moist tongue over the same breast, and then turned his attention to 
the other one. When Sylvia crossed her hands over her breasts to fend off the 
big dog, Hans snuffled a hot trail down over her smooth belly and then began to 
sniff excitedly at Sylvia's skimpy bikini-bottoms, letting his nose slide all 
over the stunned woman's scantily covered loins.
   "Hey, what kind of dog are you, anyway?" Sylvia said, half in alarm, half in 
awe. She was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog's persistent attentions. 
For a moment Hans stepped back, stymied, whining eagerly and staring with 
unmistakable hunger at the almost naked female body before him. A slow look of 
comprehension began to come over Sylvia's face.
    "Well, I'll be damned…" she started. Just this morning she had once again 
talked to Angela, who had told her about the strange conditions under which they 
had gotten Hans. Suddenly Sylvia knew what that mysterious defect was in Hans' 
character that had made Harry so desperate to get rid of him.
    The huge German shepherd was sexually attracted to women!
    "Well, I'll be damned," Sylvia said again. Wait till she told Angela. Oh, 
what a riot. No wonder Harry had been so anxious to get rid of the dog. That was 
the last thing a man needed in his house – an adulterous pet! Already the lovely 
brunette was beginning to savor the shocked look that would come over her 
innocent neighbor's face when she told her about the dog… but then suddenly a 
cold calculating look came over Sylvia's own features. Maybe this required a 
little further thought; no sense in being hasty and maybe regretting later that 
she had let the cat out of the bag.
    "You sure are a handsome bastard," she said to the clearly excited dog. "And 
you sure can lick a tit." Slowly an incredibly lewd idea was taking possession 
of the lovely brunette, one of the most lewd she could ever remember having, and 
that was saying a lot. While Sylvia was at heart a warm friendly person, she had 
never let her good nature get in the way of her truly phenomenal desire for new 
sexual experience. Only once had she made a mistake in this area when she was 
very young. Mistaking her precocious sexual attachment for romantic love, she 
had married an older man when she was only eighteen. In many ways that marriage 
had been a disaster. Her husband was a gambler and a heavy drinker, but he was 
also a good match for Sylvia's ever growing physical hungers, giving her an 
education in sexual license that had shaped her whole subsequent life. After her 
husband had been killed driving while drunk, the young widow had continued her 
licentious training with a staggering succession of men, more than she could 
possibly remember. Right up to this moment Sylvia hadn't believed that there was 
one sexual perversion she had not tried, but now, looking up at Hans, she knew 
she was going to have a hell of an interesting afternoon.
    Half closing her lustrous dark eyes, the sensual widow lay back on the beach 
towel, letting her arms move down to her sides. Then pressing them in, she 
squeezed her sleek breasts together, making them peak up together like miniature 
pink-capped mountains.
    "Okay, tiger," she crooned up to the dog, "lick 'em." She didn't have to say 
it again. Hans moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold nose 
thrust inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds, and then 
once again his massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft resilient 
flesh below.
    "Ooooohhh," Sylvia breathed out blissfully. "What a tongue… what a wonderful 
tongue. Where has that tongue been all my life?"
    She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward, moving 
them in little circles, trying to help Hans' big tongue as it trailed hotly over 
her palpitating flesh. "Oh, lover, lick, lick hard, make my tits hurt," Sylvia 
moaned. Her legs were slowly writhing, her heels digging into the soft grass as 
Hans licked on. Closing her eyes, letting her head roll aimlessly back and 
forth, the panting young widow let an army of fantasies invade her mind. For 
long moments she imagined vast hordes of men crowded around her, each one 
straining forward to slide his hot grasping mouth over her shivering nipples. 
But then she suddenly realized she didn't need fantasy. What thought could be 
more lewd or exciting than the reality of her neighbor's German shepherd 
standing over her, his huge tongue dipping into her soft breasts, driving her to 
a frenzy.
    Reaching up, Sylvia gently took Hans' head in her hands and began to guide 
his muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple, then the other, 
then underneath to stroke up and over onto the pebble-hard sensitiveness of the 
tips. With each hot burning swipe of that pleasure-giving animal tongue, Sylvia 
could feel an answering spasm deep down between her legs as the wildly erotic 
sensations radiated outward from her tortured breasts to pluck maddeningly at 
her hungry loins. She could feel the hot juices building up inside her vaginal 
slit, beginning to soak the narrow thick crotch-band of her bikini bottoms.
    The hot secretions bubbling deep inside Sylvia's still covered vagina began 
to become apparent to Hans too. A heavy, rich, musky smell began to permeate his 
sensitive nostrils, further exciting the eagerly licking animal. For a moment he 
was unable to tear his attention away from the softly quivering breasts beneath 
his lashing tongue as Sylvia held his head down tight against their trembling 
curves. The lovely brunette was half-mad with passion now, writhing and moaning 
on the sun-warmed grass below the eagerly licking dog, little choked gasps 
escaping through her clenched teeth. It might have gone on endlessly, but, 
finally, the heady seductive odors wafting up from under those tiny bikini 
bottoms proved too much for the big German shepherd.
    With a whine of exasperation, Hans pulled his head away from Sylvia's grasp 
and began to nose at the moaning woman's partially covered loins. Desperately 
the excited shepherd licked at the wispy piece of cloth, trying to get at the 
maddening essences beneath, his huge tongue spilling over and rasping across the 
tender flesh in the hollows of Sylvia's loins.
    To the sensually writhing brunette, this proved even more exciting. Rolling 
her nipples harshly between her own fingertips, the moaning young widow ground 
her hips down into the grass, tantalized almost beyond endurance by the long 
pink animal tongue licking over and around her screaming pussy depths, fended 
off by her single remaining garment. For just one second Hans nosed aside the 
tight cloth, his nose pressing into the softly curled pubic hair, but the 
material slid back fast to block his access to her sweet-smelling cuntal depths.
    "Oh God," she moaned, reaching down to slide her fingers under the offending 
material. She was just starting to work it down over her hips when she suddenly 
realized where she was – right out in the open air on a bright sunny day. Not 
one to be prudish, the gasping Sylvia decided nevertheless that perhaps it might 
be a little wiser if she and Hans went inside.
    Staggering to her feet, the raggedly breathing brunette started towards the 
sliding glass doors just a few yards away, not even trying to cover her nakedly 
swaying breasts as she came above fence level.
    "Come on Hans," she called needlessly. Hans would have followed her through 
a pack of cats. For a moment, the lovely half-naked woman stood in the middle of 
the living room, not knowing quite what to do. There was a large fur rug at one 
end of the room, and, after a moment's hesitation, Sylvia headed for it.
    Standing right in the middle of the thick white fur, the still-trembling 
brunette once again hooked her thumbs in the elasticized waistband of her bikini 
bottoms and pulled down, all the way down to her ankles, bending over gracefully 
as she did so. With one kick the bikini flew across the room and Sylvia stood 
up, completely naked, her lovely sleek body a seamless curve, its perfection 
highlighted by the twin rosy peaks that capped her breasts and the rich dark 
curls that punctuated her smoothly swelling hips. Brown was her color, from the 
rich cream of her skin to the lustrous thick cloud of hair that spilled down 
over her slender shoulders, making a perfect frame for her dark beckoning eyes.
    "Come here Hans," she said again, her voice husky. She stood waiting as the 
big dog came nearer, then, slowly sinking to her knees on the white fur rug, the 
lovely naked woman took the dog's massive head in her hands. He licked her face 
for a moment, then once again darted his tongue out to her firm-pointed breasts, 
but Sylvia pushed him away for a moment and lay down full length on the rug, her 
lovely coloring warming the fleecy white fur. Drawing up her legs so that her 
knees were slightly bent, Sylvia let her thighs fall wantonly open, baring the 
passion-drenched slit nestled high up between her long graceful legs. Reaching 
down, the excited woman slowly pulled apart her pussy lips with her fingers, 
exposing the glistening pink flesh within.
    "Lick it, Hans," she begged. "Lick my pussy like you licked my breasts."
    Would he do it? she wondered. Would he thrust his powerful tongue up into 
her hot cunt the way he had let it lash into her breasts? Hardly daring to 
breathe, the panting woman watched that big head move closer to her 
defenselessly naked genitals. For a long moment, Hans just stared at the hot 
moist feast spread out below, then his nose thrust forward inquisitively, 
sliding up the tender flesh of Sylvia's inner thigh.
    "Oh!" she gasped out from the sudden shock of that cold dampness against her 
naked flesh. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in tortured 
frustration as the nose swept lightly over her pussy hair, barely touching the 
needing cunt lips below. Oh, God, she thought to herself, she needed more, much 
more if she were not going to go completely out of her mind. Then suddenly 
without warning Hans' tongue shot out to dart lizard-like in between her waiting 
pussy-flesh, splaying out wetly over her soft pubic mound, digging insistently 
between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a line of fiery bliss into the 
moist inner pinkness.
    "Aaaaahhhhhhh," Sylvia half sobbed, her lovely body spasming into an arched 
curve as the first wild shock of that invading tongue rocketed through her 
waiting body. "Aaaahhhhh… aaaaahhhhhh," she continued to moan as time and time 
again that mighty tongue licked out, sliding wetly the full length of her 
palpitating little pussy slit, starting at her tiny anus puckered below, and 
trailing up over her clenched vaginal opening to finally end with a 
nerve-shattering swipe over her erect and painfully-throbbing clitoral bud. 
Again and again Hans licked at her glistening wet nakedness, driving the 
sex-maddened woman to heights of passion she had never known before.
    "Aaaahhhh… God… why haven't I ever done this before?" Sylvia moaned. "If I'd 
only known… only known." Her softly flexing thighs spread mindlessly apart to 
open her burning cunt wider to the slavering animal, but that was not enough. 
Drawing up her knees so that they pressed tightly against her breasts, the young 
widow rolled herself into a quivering ball of primordial lust. At the same time 
she reached desperately down and taking Hans' head, pulled it hard against her 
screaming convulsing loins, wanting his tongue to plunge deep, deep up inside 
her burning pussy.
    But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the fascinated 
Hans was presented with a new target: Sylvia's tightly pursed little anus. 
Licking lower, the big animal began to torture the rubbery opening, even 
managing once to dig his tongue slightly inside. His helpless victim went nearly 
insane with this obscene new assault, her whole body jerking and lunging on the 
rug while choking gasps of sexual need bubbled up from deep in her chest. Bit by 
bit her delirious ravings fell into a rhythmic chant, keeping time to the dog's 
depraved lickings up between her wide-split crack.
    "Oooooh, ooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh," she moaned. "Keep licking… licking… it 
feels so good… make me cum, going to cum… oh, faster, harder."
    Eagerly the big dog licked into the aromatic feast below, his senses filled 
with the rich taste and smell and sight of this nakedly aroused human. Little by 
little a fierce burning was growing in the animal's own loins, brought to life 
by the writhing woman who begged and pleaded under him, half-buried in the 
sensuous silkiness of the white fur rug. Harder and harder the big animal 
stroked his tongue into the sex-slippery cunt so shamelessly offered up to him, 
at the same time growing ever more excited himself.
    "Oh, yes, yes, yes… that'll do it… that'll make Momma cum. Keep it up. Just 
another second or two…" The dark-haired beauty was moaning and twisting in 
completely abandoned lust, feeling a wild pressure building, building far up 
inside her belly, stroked into life by Hans' lust-firing tongue. Fifteen years 
of orgasms, ever since she had first entered puberty, her whole lifetime of 
sexual experience told her she was about to cum, was about to cum like she had 
never cum before. Powerful spasms began to seize her helpless body and she was 
letting herself go with it when – suddenly to her horror she felt Hans' head 
wrenched from her grasp and her quaking cuntal flesh knew a terrible absence.
    The shocked young woman raised her head questioningly to see what had robbed 
her of her orgasm. "W-What's the matter, Hans?" she asked pleadingly. The big 
animal was backing slowly away from her, a confused look on his face. "Come on," 
Sylvia begged, "come on back and do it to Momma. Please, baby, just a little 
more, just a little more and I'll cum…"
    And then she saw it – his cock! As the young widow stared wide-eyed at the 
furry belly of the big German shepherd, she saw his huge penis slowly emerging 
from its hairy protective sheath, long and scarlet, needle-pointed and menacing. 
Longer and thicker it grew as the dog's excitement increased, until finally it 
stood out huge and rigid, a drop of viscous seminal fluid gleaming jewel-like at 
the very tip, a glistening promise of the animal's potency.
    "My God!" Sylvia breathed to herself. She'd seen a lot of cocks in her life, 
but never anything to match this. It was so damn big! Sylvia found herself 
wondering if a woman could take a thing like that inside her without being split 
apart. But the most fascinating thing about the mighty organ bared to her gaze 
was its obscene scarlet coloring, growing out of the dog's pale-furred belly 
like the stalk of some lewd plant. And that cock was meant for her: she knew it, 
Hans had become aroused while licking her pussy and now it looked as if he 
wanted to use that huge weapon on her!
    This was much more than the adventurous brunette had bargained for. Sure, 
she thought to herself, it was a daring new experiment to let the handsome brute 
lick her cunt, but now this! No, it was just too totally depraved! But at the 
same time, Sylvia's aroused pussy was clamoring for more attention, something to 
push her over the edge into her orgasm. "Hans, baby," she whimpered, her mind in 
a turmoil. God, what a beautiful cock. "How would it feel driving hard up inside 
her belly?" she wondered. Wider and wider the young widow's eyes grew as she 
stared at that mighty obscene shaft dangling and dripping just a few feet away 
from her, crazy images beginning to flicker through her mind of that hairy body 
possessing hers, locked to her in totally depraved embrace. Just then the German 
shepherd whimpered pleadingly, and that did it. Hans wanted her – his need was 
as great as hers!
    With a little moan of surrender the sultry brunette rolled over onto her 
hands and knees, her full rounded buttocks swaying provocatively before the big 
animal's hungry gaze.
    "Oh, fuck me, baby," Sylvia moaned back over her shoulder. "Fuck me with 
your big beautiful animal cock." Staring in trembling anticipation, Sylvia 
watched Hans move hesitantly forward, approaching her lewdly offered ass-cheeks. 
Once again that cool nose slid between her naked thighs, checking, checking. 
Would he do it? Did he know what she meant? Suddenly the last coherent thought 
was torn from the crouching woman's mind as Hans licked out with his tongue, 
splaying it through the pinkly quivering slit that waited before him, digging 
deep, deep this time up into Sylvia's wetly flowering vagina, preparing the way 
for his ultimate penetration.
    Sylvia's breath caught in her throat and she no longer thought of the right 
or wrong of what she was doing. That wonderful tongue had once again captured 
her, making her the dog's willing slave. Dropping down on her elbows, her head 
pillowed on her arms, the moaning gasping woman knelt in abject depravity before 
the licking slavering animal, aware only of the raging need flaring out of 
control deep up between her thighs. On and on the dog licked, six, eight, ten 
times, she never knew. Then suddenly she felt his paws on her back, his strong 
hairy forelegs locking around her tiny waist as the big dog easily mounted her 
buttocks. She could feel his hind legs dancing in close, the first touch of his 
hot swollen penis sliding over her trembling thighs. But he was too low! 
Desperately the moaning Sylvia spread her knees apart, opening her thighs wider 
to the dog's advance, wanting that mighty organ to pound up inside her 
frantically convulsing vagina. Slipping and dancing, the sharp tip slid 
tantalizingly over her swollen cunt lips, searching for its hot humid goal, but 
women are built differently than female dogs and the big German shepherd seemed 
to be having trouble finding his way.
    Sobbing desperately, Sylvia shifted her buttocks from side to side, trying 
to trap Hans' penis with her hungrily nibbling pussy, but it was no use. Once, 
the tapered tip caught at the entrance to her rectum and tried to enter, but in 
instinctive fear Sylvia twisted away from the unwanted impalement.
    Looking to the side, Sylvia could see what an obscene picture they made in 
the full length mirror across the room. The mirror was a little behind her and 
she could not help noticing the lewd contrast of the dog's bright scarlet cock 
against her own fever-pink pussy-lips that so desperately wanted to be invaded.
    Hans hunched in a little closer and this time his blindly thrusting cock 
slid underneath to rub maddeningly up and down inside the young woman's hot wet 
cuntal slit, the whole top side of his massive red shaft swallowed up by her 
rich brown pussy hair.
    "Oh God," Sylvia cried out in frustration as that powerful instrument teased 
the full length of her warmly secreting pussy, torturing her already aroused 
clitoris to a new and painful hardness. This was driving her mad! she thought to 
herself, and sobbing in frustration, the panting young brunette reached back 
under her body to take Hans' penis in her cool fingers, guiding it firmly up 
towards her waiting vagina. Hans whined as he felt the pressure around his 
throbbing member but he let her guide it right up to the passion-drenched 
entrance to her vagina.
    "Fuck me now, baby… fuck me hard!" Sylvia begged, and Hans did.
    Sensing he was now at his long goal, the huge dog only did what nature 
demanded. He fucked forward! He surged ahead on his powerful legs, driving his 
gleaming scarlet shaft like a relentless spear deep up into the softly waiting 
depths before him, never stopping until his hairy balls slapped hard against 
Sylvia's aching clitoris. Then, as soon as he knew he was all the way in, Hans 
began to fuck dog-style, driving rapid machine-gun bursts up into Sylvia's 
quailing pussy.
    Sylvia's eyes opened wide in shock as that first thundering thrust tore all 
the way up into her pussy. She grunted, not knowing whether it hurt or felt good 
but knowing it would take a little getting used to. Hans, though, gave her no 
chance. Wham, wham, wham, he pounded into her unprepared body, sinking a little 
deeper each time into her lust-moistened cuntal flesh.
   "Aaaaaaagggghhhhh," Sylvia moaned in agony, her last inner defenses crumbling 
before that cruel relentless attack. She tried to crawl forward on the rug to 
escape the agony that threatened to tear her loins wide open, but Hans danced 
along after her, his forelegs holding tight to her waist. An angry growl came 
from his throat and she knew he wasn't about to let her go.
    The adventurous widow had known a lot of cocks in her life, but never before 
had she felt so filled, able to feel every inch of that huge fleshy pole as it 
stretched her to the bursting point, digging to depths no man had ever reached 
before. It was clear to Sylvia that she was going to have to stick it out to 
suffer under this agonizing impalement until Hans emptied his savage balls far 
up inside her heaving belly, his passion finally spent. Searching for any way to 
ease the terrible pain, the desperate young woman opened her thighs a little 
wider, hoping to give Hans a straighter easier path up into her pussy, at the 
same time trying to relax her vaginal muscles so that she might open up more to 
his cruel instinctive thrusts. And it worked. Almost immediately the pain eased 
as Sylvia stopped trying to fight the irresistible probe sliding mercilessly up 
into her wide-stretched cunt.
    "Aaaaaahhhhhhh," the young brunette moaned in relief, her features 
softening. For long moments she crouched before the furiously humping animal, 
content that the pain was lessening, and then, it began to feel good. Little by 
little Sylvia's eyes glazed over in a blind stare of passionate acceptance as 
she crouched in helpless submission before her animal lover. Without warning, 
almost as if they were acting on their own, her hips began a mindless automatic 
motion back against the lewdly invading dog-cock, first in little circles, then 
in hard jarring thrusts straight back into Hans' straining loins while she 
mewled and moaned in lascivious pleasure.
    Oh God, Sylvia thought. She'd really been missing out on a lot all these 
years. What power and wild animal strength this big dog had as he poured his 
molten flesh into her delighted body! Compared to some of the tired and effete 
members of the intellectual cocktail crowd she had slept with lately, Hans was a 
genuine fucking machine, pounding into her with all the vigor of a lust-driven 
nineteen year old boy and the strength of a tiger.
    The well-filled widow tried to look back under her kneeling body to watch 
that scarlet rod of dog-flesh pounding up into her twitching cunt, but all she 
could see was Hans' hairy balls swinging lewdly down between her open legs, each 
sharp slap giving her additional jolts of wild pleasure. Reaching back between 
her thighs with one hand, Sylvia circled her fingers around Hans' hot slippery 
penis as it flashed in and out between her sensitively throbbing cunt lips, 
feeling it slide far up her shuddering pussy. At the same time the lewdly 
excited woman ground her knuckles gratifyingly into her own moist cuntal flesh, 
savoring the meeting of her own genitals and the powerful dog's.
    Looking once more over toward the mirror, the sweating, panting, moaning 
woman felt a rush of obscene pleasure wash over her as she looked at the 
depraved picture they formed together: she, pale-skinned and naked, and this 
madly humping animal, his long tongue lolling out from between his fangs as he 
fucked her like the bitch she was. Just the thought of the very forbiddenness of 
what she was doing added new dimensions to the erotic signals radiating out from 
Sylvia's plundered cuntal depths. It was so… so… obscene, she thought in 
amazement while the ever-growing pleasurely lust spread throughout her 
shamelessly used body.
    "Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh, oooohhhhhh," she chanted out each time she moved her 
buttocks back against Hans' hard-driving loins. Never, never, never had she felt 
so passionately involved in being fucked, the half-crazed widow dimly realized, 
completely enraptured by the wonderful animal-fucking she was receiving from 
behind. One last time she turned to look at the mirror, fascinated by the sight 
of her own soft pink inner flesh pulling out of her vagina with Hans' cock on 
the out-stroke, only to be pounding back up inside as he once again jerked 
forward. Dazedly she faced back forward, lost in lust, her mind wandering, the 
only reality in the world being that huge machine thundering up into her eagerly 
accepting cunt. Cock, cock, cock. Cock was all that mattered; that huge vicious 
dog-cock, that obscene scarlet shaft, that incredible giver of pleasure.
    Sensing his new friend's arousal, Hans redoubled his efforts, encouraged 
into new energy by the complete acceptance of the woman before him, jolting her 
forward each time he thrust up into her hotly clinging cunt. "Uuuuhhhhnnnn," she 
grunted each time his powerful loins thudded against her flexing ass-cheeks, his 
huge fleshy pole seeming to penetrate up through her body until it felt as if it 
were going to pierce clear up through her belly. Bracing herself as best she 
could, Sylvia opened her thighs even wider, stretching her whole pubic area wide 
until she thought she would split wide open, spreading herself to a degree she 
had never before thought possible so that she could gain the full benefit of the 
animal's enormously enlarged shaft, reveling in the feel of that heated 
rock-hardness smashing past her tender pussy lips on its relentless journey up 
into her most secret depths.
    The dark-haired beauty was slowly turning into a raving sex-starved maniac, 
moaning and cursing and pleading with the slaving animal to fuck her like she'd 
never been fucked before. Yes, yes, her orgasm was almost here now, but she 
fought it off, wanting to make this last, wanting to build up to a peak so high 
that it would take her forever to come down from it.
    "Fuck me, fuck me Hans! Fuck your big cock into me! Cum in me… cum in me… 
fill me with your animal cum."
    The twitching, writhing, panting young woman was all but unrecognizable now, 
her face distorted into a twisted but somehow oddly beautiful mask of pure 
unadulterated lust. All her sexual fantasies were being fulfilled – she was 
being used and degraded and enslaved beyond her wildest imaginings. Strange 
forgotten masochistic emotions welled up from her unconscious, making her flesh 
shiver with forbidden delights while she let her mind dwell on the terrible 
nature of the act she was performing. Never before had the sex act seemed more 
lust-filled, more carnal to her as she made her body a willing receptacle for 
the thrusting red penis of a brute animal who fucked into her as if she were 
only another animal. Yes, her animal nature had triumphed today, she thought 
dizzily as she humped before her furry lover like any female beast of the 
jungle.
    Driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Hans' balls, Sylvia 
reached back desperately with one hand in an attempt to soothe the wonderful 
agony between her legs, the tip of her middle finger pressing down hard on the 
swollen little nerve-button. That was the final trigger her sex-flooded body 
needed, and the stunned young woman suddenly felt as if a heavy fist had thudded 
into her stomach as all her muscles contracted in a wild delightful spasm, her 
buttocks flexing and hollowing as her clenching pussy began to suck and pull on 
Hans' throbbing cock.
    "Aunnnnggggghhhhh!" she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her own 
long-awaited orgasm. The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her 
animal-lover's blood-engorged cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions 
under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking vagina. Suddenly the 
dog's searing animal cum began to jet far up into her innermost depths, flooding 
her with that obscene warmth she knew so well. The gasping brunette had a split 
second to think how different it felt from a man's orgasm mote like one long 
powerful squirt that seemed to tunnel a molten path right through her quivering 
insides, and then this last realization exploded her mind in a great flare of 
colored lights as she started to cum all over again.
    Hans held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long moan 
of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated canine testicles 
into her wildly gyrating body as she knelt before him in unashamed depravity. 
Sylvia wailed and thrashed as she pressed her hungrily milking mouth back 
against the spurting animal cock as if afraid to let one precious drop of the 
lustful fluid escape. The thick white liquid gushed out from around where her 
madly working cunt clasped tight around Hans' jerking member, running in sticky 
traits down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the white fur rug below.
    Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young woman's 
exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward onto the 
sperm-soaked rug to lie in a sodden heap, Hans' fast-shrinking cock slipping 
wetly from her pussy with a soft lewd sucking sound.
    For long moments the panting woman lay still, her lovely face buried in the 
big dog's soft fur, trying desperately to regain her breath. Then she became 
aware of a strange titillation against her buttocks, and lifting her head to 
look in the mirror, she saw that Hans was slowly licking their combined 
sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue sliding over her ass-cheeks to dip 
obscenely down into her still oozing cuntal slit, the big animal obviously 
savoring the exotic tastes of spent passion.
    Sylvia let her head drop wearily back down onto the rug as Hans' gentle 
lavings soothed the last dregs of sexual tension from her much-used body. She 
opened her thighs as wide as possible to let his cleansing tongue reach the very 
top of her aching slit, soothing rather than exciting her this time, seeming to 
heal her ravished pussy-flesh.
    At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully beside 
her, his big head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks. For nearly a 
half-hour they lay that way, relaxing, feeling the warmth of one-another's now 
so familiar bodies. Finally Sylvia rolled over and sat up, patting the big 
animal affectionately on the head.
    "You got a job for life, pal," she said. "All the steak and doggy biscuits 
you want." And then she remembered that this new lover of hers was not, after 
all, her dog, and for a moment she felt a hot wave of jealousy flood through 
her, directed at her innocent neighbor, Angela Sims. What right did that 
up-tight little blonde bitch have to own a marvelous fucking-machine like Hans 
anyway? she thought to herself. But then reason came back. Strange, she thought, 
I know I've done something that almost anyone else would consider horribly 
depraved, but I don't feel guilty at all. But then guilt had never been one of 
her favorite possessions.
    The temptation to just keep the dog was very strong, but it would never 
work. Angela seemed genuinely attached to the handsome animal and would want him 
back.
    But so what? They were neighbors and Angela let the dog run free. She'd 
never notice it if her pet started to spending an occasional afternoon at the 
friendly old widow's house down the road, would she? The only trouble was, 
Sylvia wondered if an occasional afternoon would be enough for her. Hell, she 
wanted that crazy cock every day if she could get it.
    And then a sudden fear leaped up in her mind. What if Angela, too, found out 
the dog's hidden talents and kept him all to herself? But she immediately 
dismissed the thought. If Angela did find out, the little prude's first reaction 
would be to get rid of the depraved animal as soon as possible. And that same 
little old widow-lady down the road would be happy to take him off her horrified 
young hands. Yes, maybe that would be best after all, Sylvia mused, but there 
certainly wasn't anything she could do to make it happen, other than see that 
Hans got all the training and stimulation he could handle. Yes, she smiled to 
herself, she'd get him so used to human cunt he'd never want to go back to a 
female dog.
    "Okay, handsome," she said fondly to Hans. "Time to get up and go home. We 
wouldn't want your prim little mistress to get all upset and start locking you 
up, would we." It took a few moments for the still naked Sylvia to coax the dog 
out the door, but finally he left, loping toward the gate.
    "So long, lover," Sylvia called softly. "See you again soon."

CHAPTER FOUR

   Angela lay on her back in bed, eyes wide open, watching the bedroom slowly 
turn light around her. A few minutes ago she had not been able to see the chair 
over by the door, brut now it began to loom out of the semi-darkness like the 
wreck of some old ship under water. Little tendrils of soft light were sneaking 
around the edges of the window curtains, spilling down onto the carpet, being 
soaked up in its dark nap.
    The young wife had been lying like this for several hours, ever since about 
three in the morning, staring into the blackness around her, unable to close her 
eyes. Sleep just wouldn't come, no matter what little tricks she tried, and 
she'd tried everything from counting sheep to some simple yoga mental exercises 
she had once seen demonstrated on television, but nothing helped. She just lay 
there growing tenser and tenser. It would have been bad enough to the young 
woman if it were just a matter of having drunk too much coffee the night before, 
or one of a dozen other simple causes, but she knew what was really the matter, 
why she couldn't sleep, and the knowledge made her feel ashamed.
    She was horny. She wanted to be made love to.
    Fat chance, the blonde housewife thought bitterly to herself. Jack lay 
snoring next to her, lively as a log in a swamp, his big arms spread out over 
the bed in complete relaxation. One of them periodically flopped across her body 
as her husband changed position in his sleep and Angela would then disgustedly 
push it away. It was hard for her to tell for whom or what she felt the disgust, 
but she suspected it was as much for herself as for anything. Once again her 
treacherous body was dictating moods to her, forcing her mind into carnal 
channels where all her training told her it didn't belong. For the thousandth 
time the tortured young woman asked herself what was the matter with her, and 
for the thousandth time an angry fight went on in her mind – the more modern, 
intelligent, well-educated part telling her that she was just exhibiting the 
signs of normal, healthy physical needs, but the darker part of her unconscious, 
spoiled by her parents' fundamentalist beliefs, painted her a picture of lust 
and guilt and hell-fire.
    Sensing her husband stir next to her, Angela looked over hopefully to see if 
he was awake, but his eyes were still closed. However, one of his arms fell 
across her body once again, this time pressing heavily down against her breasts. 
It was a warm night and both husband and wife were sleeping naked. This didn't 
happen too often, since each one of the young couple were somewhat inhibited 
about nudity, but right now Angela was glad she was naked because there was 
nothing between her sensitive little nipples and that hairy arm but sensation. 
Despite herself, the young blonde felt her body moving a little, working her 
breasts up against the weight above, feeling little trickles of pleasure seeping 
down into her body.
    Angela must have moved a little too much, because Jack suddenly opened his 
eyes, not really seeing anything, but starting to come awake. Turning toward his 
wife, he pressed the front of his body close to hers, letting his arm snuggle 
around her body, his legs bending forward a little. Partly to hide her shame and 
partly because it was more comfortable, Angela turned away from her husband, 
lying on her side facing the same direction as he and automatically Jack 
snuggled up to her, holding his young wife protectively in the curve of his 
body, one hand unknowingly cupping her breast.
    Oh, how Angela liked that, and at the same time was tortured almost beyond 
endurance. His hand on her naked breast felt like fire and she was terribly 
aware of the soft fleshiness of his penis pressing gently into the sensitive 
hollow where her buttocks joined her upper thighs, only an inch or two away from 
her already moist pussy. For several minutes Angela lay still and rigid, then 
couldn't keep her buttocks from pressing back a little into her husband's 
flaccid penis, delighted to feel its soft hotness press a little farther up into 
that sensitive crack. At the same time she ground her left breast – she was 
lying on her left side – down against the hand that so unconsciously cupped it. 
The young blonde wife was surprised to find that her breathing was growing 
faster as she worked herself against her husband's unknowing body, tantalizing 
herself shamelessly.
    My God, was his penis growing hard? she thought in wonder.
    There seemed to be a stirring high up between her thighs and… yes… pressure 
was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks, unmistakably worming 
up toward her waiting cunt. Rapidly losing all sense of caution, the desperate 
young woman pressed back harder against her husband's growing rigidity, all the 
time sliding her nipple lightly around over the palm of his hand.
    "W-What?" Jack said sleepily, raising up his head a little and looking at 
the back of Angela's head. She froze, cursing herself for her greed, but for 
once she was in luck. Letting his head flop back down on the pillow, Jack became 
slowly aware that he had an erection and that it was shoved somewhere up between 
his wife's ass-cheeks. Nor was he oblivious to the pebble-hard little nipple 
digging into his palm. Angela was a beautiful woman, and the young man fully 
realized it and realized also that they were both naked, her warm sweet-smelling 
flesh pressed sexilly tight against him. Also, Jack had been having an erotic 
dream, perhaps brought on unknowingly by Angela's pressure against his loins, 
and all of a sudden he felt really turned on. Stretching his head forward, he 
kissed Angela on the ear.
    "Oh, Jack," she moaned, and almost acting on its own volition, her buttocks 
ground hungrily back against his still-growing member.
    "Morning, honey," Jack breathed into his wife's ear and then began to worm 
his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up toward 
the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead. In a second he was burrowing a hot path 
up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him. With something 
like wonder he felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that warm moist 
little cleft, gentle little spasms running over his surprised loins.
    "What a way to wake up," he whispered happily in her ear.
    "Darling, it feels so good," Angela moaned back, arching her lower back a 
little so that she could feel more of his swollen member up between her hungry 
thighs. Jack was rubbing a little harder now, his cock quickly swelling to an 
almost painful hardness. Several times he felt the hot bulbous tip slide across 
the moistened opening of Angela's vagina but it didn't slip in, since his madly 
rubbing shaft was nearly at right angles to his wife's eager cunt. At the same 
time Angela was moaning, "Oh, please, Jack, put it in, put it in."
    Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife's 
back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to entry 
and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch again at the very 
entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in. Rather, it skidded away to jab 
roughly at Angela's tiny throbbing clitoris.
    "Ahhhhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving that 
spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud. Really eager 
now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela's trembling thighs to force her legs 
slightly open, and then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to stuff 
his aching cock up into that hungry little tunnel. It was slippery going, she 
was so wet down there, and it didn't help that maddened by all the fumbling over 
her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area, Angela began uncontrollably jerking 
her hips.
   "Hold still, damnit," Jack snarled, and for a few seconds Angela did her best 
to obey. With a grunt Jack managed to push the head of his cock part way up 
inside her waiting vagina and then thrust forward firmly with his huge fleshy 
penis slid up into the hot wet hole, smoothly, without any pulling at the tender 
inner walls, they were so slippery with Angela's freely flowing moisture.
    "Oooooohhhhhh," the both sighed out together as finally that mighty shaft 
lay imbedded its full length up inside Angela's quivering little belly. For a 
long second they lay still together, frozen by the agonizing pleasure of the 
penetration they had both been working for. Angela felt as if some hotly pulsing 
electric machine had suddenly been turned on up inside her, sending wave after 
wave of breath-taking pleasure throbbing through her tender insides. And Jack 
had the sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock from his waist to 
his knees. Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and growing and 
realized that maybe he could cum just lying there. Angela sensed it too and 
begged, "Please, Jack, hold it for awhile if you can."
    "I'll try," he answered and meant it. "Just don't move for awhile," he 
asked. He hoped that if he just kind of let himself soak for a while deep inside 
her warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go from his nerves and he 
could fuck the hell out of his pretty blonde wife. Unfortunately, the young man 
shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and his massive rod of 
flesh slip upward into those tender loins another inch. That was too much for 
Angela, who had dutifully been trying to hold motionless despite the thudding 
flutters caused by that cock shoved up her from the back.
    Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal 
muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around her 
husband's lust-engorged penis, "Uuuummmmhhhhh," he moaned, biting his lower lip. 
"For Christ sakes, stop it. You're gonna make me cum."
    "I-I can't help it," Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters 
worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her husband's 
loins. With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way his aching cock was 
trapped between his wife's soft voluptuous thighs, Jack had had it. He could 
feel the old familiar explosion deep down in his swollen balls as his sperm 
started the mad uncontrollable race up along the fully burgeoned length of his 
cock-shaft.
    "Aaaaaauuuuugh," he moaned. Brutally rolling Angela over on her stomach, her 
legs still straight and clamped together, he loomed above her, massive cock 
disappearing up between her milk-white thighs, pinning her flailing form to the 
bed. "Jesus H. Christ, here it comes," he roared. Suddenly his arms stiffened, 
palms flat against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was bent like a 
bow, his agonized face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust.
    "No, no, no," Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she 
knew it was no use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing 
cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger rather than the 
completion she so sought. Again and again that obscenely impaling pole jerked 
and twitched up inside her, for a minute making her hope that it might kick her 
over the edge and start her own orgasm, but then suddenly, almost without 
warning, it was over, and Jack collapsed with a wet smack on her back, pressing 
her down into the mattress so that for awhile all she was concerned about was 
being able to breathe.
    After a few panting seconds she felt her satiated husband pull his still 
half-hard penis from between her trembling thighs and the unhappy young woman 
was aware of every potentially lust-quenching inch of it as it slid wetly out, 
then dragged over the back of her leg, leaving a sticky white trail behind it. 
Even after she felt his weight leave her, Angela continued to lie on her 
stomach, not wanting Jack to see the tears of frustration rolling down her 
cheeks. But he could not miss the helpless motion of her hips as they ground 
mindlessly down against the sheet, seeking the fulfillment that had been so 
near.
    "Gee, honey, I'm sorry…" Jack started to say, and then clamped his lips 
tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife because he felt 
guilty. "Hell no," he blurted out. "Why should I be sorry. I told you to hold 
still and then you had to go wild on me. Christ, I coulda made it, so don't 
blame me!" Getting no answer from his wife, the young man rolled angrily out of 
bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Angela lay on the 
bed, still face down, stunned by her husband's unfair attack. She wanted to do 
something to make things right again, but somehow seemed incapable of moving. 
This whole sexual charade had been going on for so many months that there was 
nothing left inside the unhappy young woman but a vacuum of misery and despair. 
So while her husband took a shower in record time and then stomped around the 
bedroom getting dressed, she just lay there, her head turned toward the wall, 
wishing the whole miserable mess would go away and she'd find herself a little 
girl again, back in bed at her parents' house, ignorant of men and sex and the 
way they could pull a woman's soul apart.
    Fortunately for her mental health, a slow anger began building up inside 
Angela for the neat way her husband had turned the tables on her, making her 
feel guilty for what seemed to her to be his inadequacy. But it hadn't built to 
its full head of steam until after Jack had stalked stiffly through the living 
room, ready for work, and gone out the front door, slamming it behind himself.
    "The bastard!" she suddenly cried out, abruptly sitting up in the bed. "The 
dirty rotten bastard!" For a moment the angry young woman sat there, then she 
got lithely to her feet. Her flashing eyes and heightened color made her look 
like some aroused Goddess in her cream-white nakedness.
    "Well, I'll show him," she muttered to herself, something finally snapping 
inside her. In this one moment of rebellion, about half a lifetime's inhibitions 
were swept out of her mind. Wasn't she entitled to some sexual satisfaction, she 
thought bitterly to herself. After all, she was a married woman and shouldn't 
have to go through life half out of her mind with frustration! This was a major 
change in the young woman's outlook. For the first time in her life she didn't 
look on her natural sexual urges as some kind of depraved inner weakness. By now 
they had become too familiar to her, like her own arm or leg. If she was hungry 
she'd get something to eat, she reasoned, and by God, she swore to herself, it 
would be that way with sex. She'd show her husband that she didn't need this 
frustration anymore!
    This didn't mean that for even one second the enraged young housewife had 
made up her mind to find a lover – those inhibitions were still firmly fucked 
into her faithful little mind. No, it merely meant that she now felt relatively 
uninhibited to satisfy herself – with her own hands!
    Stalking over to the chair, Angela decided that this would be a good time to 
start, and sat down heavily. Now that her anger had subsided a little, the 
frustrated young blonde realized what frantic signals her unfulfilled little 
belly was sending out. She felt that any moment painful cramps might double her 
over as her love-starved insides shuddered and twitched. Sliding down in the 
chair so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body curved 
forward, Angela looked down at her pussy and decided to go ahead. After all, who 
would know? But still, her hand hesitated a second before she was able to make 
it reach down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger sliding 
between her cum-slippery cuntal lips. With fascinating the young wife stared 
down at the way her slender finger pushed aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh, 
delving deep into the moist little slip. She found she could make the sensations 
constantly change and grow by rubbing here, then there, by fondling the thick 
full cunt lips themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her finger around 
and around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.
    "Ooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of the 
hot little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button that shot high 
voltage through her helpless body, she found herself thinking. For several 
minutes the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled and played with the aching flesh up 
between her thighs, her long shapely legs stretched out in front of the chair, 
slightly opened.
    But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so, 
hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the softly 
petaled opening to her vagina, looking down as she did so so that she could 
actually see it push aside the tight muscular opening and slip a little way up 
inside her cunt. From the first, she knew that one finger would not be enough 
experience over the past few weeks had taught her that – so she put two fingers 
together and rather brutally shoved them far up between her widespread legs. 
They went in easily, she was so aroused and wet up there, and the panting girl 
started sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional excitement from 
the obscene wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far as they could go 
into her desire-swollen vagina. Unfortunately that was not far enough. Compared 
to the way her husband's huge penis had stabbed up nearly to her womb, Angela's 
fingers were plainly inadequate – just a bad joke, but at least she knew that 
there was no danger of their cumming prematurely!
    Angela's head was lying back against the top of the armchair, her eyes half 
closed while she savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when suddenly she was 
able to see from under her lashes a stealthy movement by the door.
    "Hans!" she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. "You go 
back in the living room!" The big dog had his handsome head stuck around the 
edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the bedroom. "Go on out, I 
say!" Angela ordered again. Quickly the big head was pulled back around the 
comer and she could hear his nails clicking down the hall. The suddenly 
liberated housewife may have felt justified in satisfying her needs herself, but 
somehow she just couldn't face doing it in front of the dog.
    With a grateful sigh, Angela sent her fingers sliding once more in and out 
of her hungering pussy, but somehow the dog's intrusion had spoiled the effect. 
Try as she might, Angela could not get the same burning pleasure from the act as 
she had done before. A few minutes ago she had known she was on the way to 
orgasm, even if she wasn't in a hurry, but now, her fingers just didn't seem to 
be doing the job. Impatiently she inserted a third, but even though it made a 
thicker mass going up into her more and more disinterested cunt, at the same 
time she was not able to get them in so deep.
    "Oh, damn, damn, damn," she moaned aloud. Was she to be frustrated another 
time? God, she hoped not. Her belly still screamed for release even if her 
fingers were able to provide it. Determined, now that she had made up her mind 
to handle her own sexual problems, the young blonde housewife got up from her 
chair glum-faced and walked naked into the kitchen, heavy taut breasts swaying 
sensually from her purposeful stride. Opening the vegetable bin, she rummaged 
around inside for a moment, frowning in concentration and obviously trying to 
make a decision, then with a grunt, she straightened up holding a huge fresh 
carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment, noting the tiny 
bits of dirt clinging to the outside and grimaced, distastefully. Going to the 
sink, she washed the carrot and picking up a potato peeler began to strip off 
the skin in long brightly colored curls. In a moment the big vegetable was naked 
in her hand and then the frowning housewife turned her attention to the sharp 
tip. That would never do, she mused, and picking up a knife, carved the end of 
the carrot into a blunt rounded shape, never really letting her mind think for 
too long about the lewd thing she was about to do.
    All this time Hans was watching his mistress through the door, although he 
was keeping obediently far back in the living room. The sight of her naked 
loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the 
air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her thoroughly soaked 
vagina, were beginning to have a predictable effect on the oddly trained animal. 
He had made several trips to see Sylvia lately, but instead of satisfying him, 
this had made the big dog's hunger for human women burn all the more furiously. 
But something warned him into being cautious. He could sense somehow, how 
different his mistress was from the completely amoral brunette down the road. 
Still, his eyes followed her eagerly as she walked back into the bedroom, 
holding the thick orange carrot up in front of her like some sacred relic. The 
dog stole to the bedroom doorway and peeked around just in time to see Angela 
sit down once again in the chair in the same position as before.
    For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her legs 
lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her fingers grasped 
the carrot tightly as she slowly began to realize what an obscene thing she was 
doing. And besides, it was so big and might hurt her. But, oh damn, what's the 
use, she moaned to herself and positioned the bright orange instrument right up 
against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina. Without giving herself any 
more chance to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange tip a short way up 
inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she slowly began to 
rotate the hard blunt instrument around and around, working it up into her 
steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in fascination to watch it 
disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.
    "Assssshhhh," she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the 
strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins. Finally most of 
the huge carrot was sunk up inside, just enough of the bright orange shaft 
sticking out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the lewd 
protuberance, the blonde young wife began experimentally moving the carrot in 
and out between her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes 
big and dreamy as she ground lust into her body with this obscene tool.
    Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she moved 
the carrot in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of 
pleasure that she had never before even imagined existed. Oh, God, she thought, 
if this was only something she could tell Jack, then perhaps he would be able to 
do the same things with his hot, throbbing, living cock – but no, if he ever 
tried anything like that he would cum in ten seconds!
    Angela felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the 
carrot in a rotary motion, she was able to press its bulbous tip up against the 
sensitive opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful 
bolts of ecstasy to make her belly quiver. When she had aroused herself to a 
state bordering on blind madness with this technique, the gasping housewife 
decided it was time to sprint for the ultimate goal – orgasm. Pulling the carrot 
out almost its full length, the hard, brightly-colored surface slippery with her 
warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as far as it 
would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.
    For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had indeed 
broken something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal 
muscles tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling 
as her ass-cheeks clenched. For almost a full ten seconds, the beautiful young 
blonde hung motionless on the edge of the chair, her fingers shoved right up to 
the mouth of her vagina, the thick orange carrot nearly vanished inside. Then, 
"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost 
beyond endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up inside her 
tender belly.
    Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then 
rammed it back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the orange spear 
out, holding it there a moment as her body prepared for the onslaught, screaming 
in lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it up inside her 
wetly quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo increased until the strange substitute 
penis was a flashing streak of orange reflections drumming in and out of the 
sobbing gasping young woman's sucking cuntal depths. Angela's head was twisting 
wildly back and forth against the back of the chair in passion, her eyes shut, 
long blonde hair whipping across her flushed features. Farther and farther her 
legs fell open until they were a great "vee" splaying out wide in front of the 
chair. With wonderful certainty the panting young wife knew her orgasm was 
almost there, could feel its awesome potential building, building far up inside 
her throbbing belly. Drawing in a choked breath, Angela shifted her grip on the 
obscene substitute penis that was to bring her completion, ready to push herself 
over the edge with one last series of hard passionate thrusts, eyes still 
tightly closed. Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt 
the unmistakable touch of something cold against the inside of her knee, 
accompanied by a warm breath.
    Angela's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been 
caught in her shameless act, the carrot still buried obscenely deep up in her 
pussy, its knobby orange length protruding back out by itself as the frightened 
young woman's hands flew out to grip the arms of the chair.
    "H-Hans!" she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief. While her eyes 
had been closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her widespread 
thighs, driven past the point of caution as he saw his lovely naked mistress so 
obviously thrusting something into herself, the maddening, exhilarating smell of 
her passion filling the room with a heady aroma the lusty dog had come to know 
so well.
    "Hans!" Angela said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment trying 
to struggle more erect in the chair, but the carrot buried deep in her cunt plus 
the dog's presence between her awkwardly splayed thighs made it difficult to 
maneuver. Making one hand of the arm of the chair to clutch desperately at the 
impaling vegetable between her legs only made the struggling young woman lose 
her balance, and she fell back heavily in the chair.
    "Damn it," she said a third time to the big dog. "You get out of here, Hans. 
Let me up!" But Hans only whined eagerly between his mistress' spread white 
legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself away now. While Angela 
lay back in the chair struggling for balance, the titillated German shepherd 
could not resist moving his head forward until it was only inches away from the 
lust-arousing loins before him, so that he could sense the heat emanating from 
the widespread pink slit. Automatically his long tongue shot out to drink in 
those juices, stabbing into the soft pink flesh just above the visible stump of 
the carrot, then working down underneath toward the little pucker of her anus.
    The effect on Angela was as if she had touched a live wire. She stiffened in 
amazement, her desire to get up temporarily driven from her mind by that hot, 
wet, living piece of flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking 
down in wonder, stunned at the intensity of her body's reaction to her pet's 
lewd tonguing, the young woman could only stare as the big animal did his best 
to lick over and around the carrot still imbedded in the depths he so desired to 
invade. Gently Hans opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard shaft 
between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening orange shaft slid 
slowly and excruciatingly out of Angela's trembling loins.
   "Nnnnngggg," Angela moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the slow 
withdrawal. Her intention of once again ordering the German shepherd away blew 
up like a puff of smoke, as her tortured mind temporarily stopped functioning.
    "No, no, Hans," she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor. Like a 
bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that huge furry head 
poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting to stop this impending 
obscenity but helpless to move or cry out.
    "Aaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long 
thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal 
opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through her 
vulnerable body. Before she could recover her control the darting pink tongue 
flickered over her shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her 
lungs.
    "No, no, no… this can't be," she gasped out, unable to do more than writhe 
helplessly in the chair, her fingers digging into the upholstered arms. Could 
this be happening to her? Was her own dog actually licking and slavering at her 
nakedly offered loins or was it all part of some shameful dream? Again and again 
her conscience told her to sit up in the chair and push the dog away, but her 
treacherous body refused to obey. No, no, no, this wasn't right, her mind 
screamed out, this was depraved, wrong! But then she remembered the obscene act 
she had been performing only moments before, the very nadir of depravity as she 
fucked the lewdly peeled car-rot in and out of her shameless cunt. How could 
this be so much worse? Was it because the animal was alive and his big brown 
eyes were looking up at her even as his tongue buried itself up into her 
spasming vagina?
    By the time all these thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the 
moaning young housewife's mind, it was too late. That curling, dipping, 
thrusting tongue now had complete control over her pitifully cringing body, 
lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight 
it, she thought finally. Only a short time ago, she had made the decision to do 
something about her deprived sex life, short of adultery, and maybe this was the 
answer. At least Hans would never be able to tell on her.
    "Oh, Hans… baby," she heard her voice moan. "Do it to me. Lick… lick. Oh 
please, baby, make your Angela cum." The last of her resistance gone, Angela's 
hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, 
thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the carpet 
beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, wetly flashed that 
long thick tongue, starting down at Angela's tiny little anus, gliding hotly 
over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt lips, 
slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her 
achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, Hans licked tirelessly, 
happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so defenselessly before him, 
savoring the hot musky taste and odors, trying to slip his hungry tongue as far 
up into his mistress' fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go. The handsome animal 
was happy, happy that he would be able to know his beloved mistress in the same 
way as he knew the beautiful woman down the road.
    Angela seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous 
choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her 
buttocks churned wildly in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the long tongue 
slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the 
completely conquered woman twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile 
acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into her innermost depths, totally 
lost in the ecstasy which had drowned her long years of moral training.
    "Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaahhhh," she chanted mindlessly, each moaning 
utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Hans' incredible tongue. She knew 
she was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now. A throbbing force had 
taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep 
over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old 
strings of culminating passion. The gasping young wife's eyes slowly opened to 
stare unseeingly up at the ceiling, a faint terror lurking in there deep blue 
depths, some ancient instinctual hidden monster that would emerge from her past 
to turn her into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female flesh. Growing 
relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the trembling young woman stretched 
itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension 
that would have to burst or split her wide open.
    Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the 
desperate young housewife three times already today exploded through her like 
fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A 
long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched teeth and her screaming loins 
thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude 
of shuddering tension. She didn't move beyond that, just held there, the cords 
in her slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent white skin 
while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was 
an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without time or spacial 
reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away 
the accumulated frustration of months of inadequate sex.
    When finally it was over, Angela's whole body went limp as if someone had 
cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in 
front of the surprised Hans. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try 
and continue his eager licking at his mistress' sweet-tasting cunt but she 
slumped forward a little, unconsciously hiding her treasures from the 
disappointed dog.
    "P-Please," she begged her pet. "Got to… got to get my breath." It was over 
for her now. She had what she had wanted for so long – complete release. Angela 
marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet 
relaxed. It was almost as if it were a new body, one she had never known before, 
new born, cleansed of the twisting tensions that her frustrated sex-life had let 
distort its milk-white perfection.
    Resting part of her weight on Hans' powerful neck, the still trembling young 
wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving room cupboard, 
opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She knew she was 
going to need a good stiff drink before her mind started working again. Angela 
poured a good two ounces of the amber liquid in the glass and drank it straight 
down without a breath, choking and coughing for a moment as the alcohol seemed 
to carve its own trail down her throat. Gratefully the young blonde felt a 
soothing warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she had finished a 
second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a dignified quiet 
flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young woman's absorption with the 
bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy Hans standing close behind her, 
stating up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly back 
up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach. The sight of that obscene 
instrument, bared nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, 
would probably have been too much for the young housewife to take.
    As it was, there was enough to think about. Not pushing her thoughts, the 
lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, chin 
resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew she should be wracked 
with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague feeling of unease. Each time 
her conscience started to attack, it was quickly put down by the memory of the 
unbelievable orgasm that had swept over her grateful body only minutes before. 
And the musing young woman was fully aware that the orgasm owed its special 
nature to Hans' wonderful tongue; of that she was sure. As far as her mind was 
concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the stick, although she 
couldn't help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of "carrot". Yes, her 
need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her dog's willingness to… 
well… lick her, why not make use of it? It wasn't as if she were being 
unfaithful to her husband, although some little voice in the back of her head 
kept trying to warn her that it just wasn't natural: she was a woman, not a dog.
    But what harm could it possibly do? No one would ever know, and maybe it was 
the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved. Suddenly the young blonde's 
jaw set determinedly. One thing was sure! She'd do almost anything to have more 
orgasms like the one Hans had licked into her, and if that was the only way she 
could get them, so be it!
    Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden rush 
of love for the big animal come over her. How could the dog's natural reactions 
to her need be wrong? she asked herself. After all, Jack had brought the dog 
here so she wouldn't be lonely, and if she got a few extra benefits out of the 
arrangements, so what? All she knew was the wonderful new way she felt.
    "Oh, Hans," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's 
handsome head to her still naked breasts. Hans naturally started to lick the 
proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away. "No, no," she said. "That's 
enough for today. I don't want to be greedy, do I?" Never considering in her 
innocence that the dog might have needs of his own.
    One thought did hit her though. Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife 
found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other women, 
after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett's house. Well, that 
would have to stop. Hans was her dog, and she didn't want some woman taking his 
affection away from her.
    "Okay, lover-boy, you're a kept dog from now on. No more chasing around over 
the countryside. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together from now 
on, right here in the house."
    Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young woman 
walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling better about the 
future than she had in months.

CHAPTER FIVE

   Hans lay in one corner of the yard, in the shade of the fence, feeling 
miserable. For three days he hadn't been allowed outside to run in the woods or 
prowl through the fields. And worst of all, he could no longer go see the 
beautiful woman who lived down the road. True to her determination, his mistress 
had him in.
    Sadly the big animal looked up at the catch on the gate, one that even the 
brightest dog would be unable to operate. Besides his frustration at being 
locked in, Hans was also becoming increasingly upset over his relations with his 
lovely blonde owner. Several times she had him lick her, only to quit and 
dismiss him just when his own need was beginning to make itself felt. Much 
different than with the woman down the street, and although he loved his 
mistress, the big animal wished he were with Sylvia right now. His head raised 
as Angela opened the back door.
    "Hi, handsome," she called happily. "Going to take a bath and then maybe you 
can come in for a little while and we'll play." Hans couldn't understand the 
words but he could see that she had on only her robe, partly open down the front 
so that part of the lush naked body underneath showed through. Despite his 
dejection the sex-oriented animal became instantly interested, but before he 
could get to his feet the door closed once again and Angela was gone. With a 
sigh Hans put his head back down on his paws, settling in for a long dull wait.
    He wasn't the only one frustrated that day. Just a few hundred yards away 
the lovely Sylvia Bennett was nervously pacing her living room. For three days 
now she had been waiting for the big dog from up the street to make his usual 
afternoon walk, but he hadn't shown up. The beautiful young widow had quickly 
grown dependent on the satisfaction she gained from her animal lover's energetic 
ministrations. Now that he no longer came, she felt the loss as sharply as some 
young romantic teenager over her first affair.
    "Damn," she swore to herself, feeling betrayed. Earlier in the morning she'd 
promised herself that if Hans didn't show up by noon, she would go and 
investigate. Sylvia had been tactfully staying away from the Sims' house, not 
wanting to let the cat out of the bag just in case Hans got a little too 
friendly with her in front of Angela. But now an alarming thought occurred to 
Sylvia. What if Hans had been run over, or dog-napped? These last disturbing 
thoughts finally propelled the dark-haired beauty into action. She just had to 
go find out what was the matter, so heading straight out the door she started 
for Angela's house.
    A couple of minutes later the nervous woman was at the fence surrounding the 
Sims' yard. Seeing no one around, Sylvia peered over the fence and the first 
thing she spotted was Hans, who saw her at the same time. In a flash the big dog 
was up on his feet galloping over to the gate. He stood on his hind legs and 
began to lick Sylvia's hands which she obligingly held down to him.
    "Hi, big boy," she said in delight. "How come you don't come over to see me 
anymore. Met a nice little cocker spaniel?" Even while she was saying this, 
Sylvia saw that the lock on the gate had been fastened, and in a manner that 
showed someone didn't want the dog to be able to open it. "Soooo…" Sylvia 
breathed out. For some reason Angela was keeping Hans locked up. There were an 
intriguing host of possible reasons and for a moment the musing woman's mind 
slid over the truth, suspecting that Angela must have discovered the dog's 
talents and wanted to save them all for herself. But just as quickly this 
thought was dismissed as being too wildly improbable. Sylvia could never imagine 
her prudish young neighbor trying anything so blatantly sinful.
    Sylvia called out Angela's name, but there was no answer from the house, 
because, unknown to Sylvia, her young neighbor was noisily taking a bath, 
preparatory to her afternoon's debauchery. Assuming there was no one home, the 
next step came naturally to Sylvia. Since the only barrier between Sylvia and 
Hans was the locked gate, and since Sylvia desperately desired the company of 
the big animal, she unfastened the lock.
    "Come on, boy," she whispered to the eager dog. "Let's go for a little walk 
down to my house. I want to show you my etchings." The lovely widow felt a 
little silly whispering to the animal, but she knew she was semi-stealing him 
and naturally felt defensive. Still, temptation was too great and a moment later 
she was leading the gaily romping Hans down the road towards her place.
    Once she had the big animal inside her living room, the beautiful brunette 
closed the drapes over the sliding glass doors. It was a warm day so she left 
the doors themselves open a bit for a little fresh air.
    "All right, me boy," she said, turning towards Hans. "Why waste valuable 
time?" Alread Sylvia could feel little tremors in her belly at the exciting 
thought of what she and the eager German shepherd were going to do. Feverishly 
the excited woman began pulling at her clothes, wanting to strip away all the 
barriers between her waiting flesh and her canine companion's impressive array 
of equipment. Somehow it added to the young widow's excitement to see how avidly 
Hans watched her body slowly bare itself before him. The big dog stood as if he 
were on parade, his whole body alert and upright, his pointed ears cocked 
forward.
    Finally, standing in all her naked glory like some ancient Greek statue 
carved from polished cream-color marble, Sylvia called out softly to Hans. "Come 
on, Hans… come over here to Mama."
    Hans hardly needed the invitation. Quickly the big dog loped over to her, 
his cold wet nose running quickly over the lovely naked form before him, 
searching out all her proud curves and secret hollows. Then he stood back, as if 
to ask, "Where are you going to lie down?"
    Seeing the question in the dog's eyes, Sylvia felt a hot flush of lust run 
through her at the totally obscene knowledge that she was desired by a dog, a 
dog! "Today's going to be a little different," she said in a husky voice to 
Hans. "It starts right here and now." With that the lovely young widow slowly 
spread apart her legs, still standing, and at the same time thrust her hips 
forward so that her darkly furred loins loomed invitingly right in front of the 
animal's waiting muzzle. Holding her breath, Sylvia watched that massive head 
reach out tentatively towards her lusting pussy. She flinched a little and 
shivers rippled up and down her thighs as once again she knew the tantalizing 
touch of the cool nose against her naked flesh, stirring her close-curled pubic 
hair.
    Then, just as she had hoped, the long hot animal tongue snaked from Hans' 
mouth and splayed wetly over her trembling pussy-lips.
    "Uuuuhhhnnnn," Sylvia moaned through half-parted teeth as darting hot sparks 
of desire seemed to ricochet up from between her legs. Almost at once her 
swollen little nipples started to harden in response to the maddening wet caress 
below. Moving her hands slowly up along her sides, the gasping woman cupped them 
under her quivering breasts, massaging the stiffening tips into pebble hardness 
as Hans began to lick in earnest at her cunt below.
    "Oh, Christ, how did I ever last three days without this?" Sylvia moaned to 
herself. Damn, she'd never let the dog go back home. Wild thoughts of hiding the 
erotic animal in the attic flickered through her spinning mind. Breathing harder 
now, the panting woman worked her legs open a little wider, doing all she could 
to open her twitching cunt more to the lapping dogs great hot tongue, waning it 
to delve deeper and deeper up into her naked pussy-flesh. Hans obligingly did 
his best to help, turning his head to one side so that he could lick right up 
into the partially hidden vagina above, her wet pink cuntal lips parting lewdly 
before his determined attack.
    Looking down in hard-breathing fascination, Sylvia watched the 
saliva-covered tongue push its hot way through the tender hair-fringed folds of 
her pussy, searing far up inside before finally slithering back out and up, with 
a nerve-tingling lick, over her sensitively trembling little clitoris. Then 
reached out to start its lewd progress all over again from far back between her 
shuddering thighs, extending almost all the way back to her anus as it began 
again its maddening trip.
    Looking more than ever like a pagan Goddess, the lovely young brunette stood 
in full naked abandon before the huge beast crouching up between her widespread 
legs. Gradually her body began to rotate above the waist in a slow sensual 
movement, her hands still gliding in voluptuous circles over her passion-swollen 
breasts while her head twisted slowly from side to side so that her thick dark 
mane shifted sensuously from one pale shoulder to the other.
    "Oh… Hans… baby… it's beautiful… good… almost too much. I-I don't think I 
can stand it," Sylvia managed to gasp out. This was the best she had ever 
experienced with the dog, maybe because of three days of expectant waiting. It 
was the most wonderful tonguing imaginable. If only it could be canned or 
bottled, I'd be a millionaire, she thought crazily to herself. God, the feelings 
were so strong. Already her legs were trembling so badly she wondered how long 
she would be able to remain standing. A long time, she hoped, because she wanted 
this sweet torture to go on forever, or at least until she came, which sure as 
hell was going to happen soon. If there were only some way to prolong this 
ecstasy.
   Each shattering swipe of Hans' expert tongue was opening up her vagina more 
and more, so far in fact that the slavering animal was able to thrust his 
curling tongue-tip directly up into the hot wet little passage. This new assault 
almost brought Sylvia up on the top of her toes as she felt the dog burrow into 
her sensitive inner surfaces. Moaning incoherently, the agonized woman reached 
down to take the dog by the ears in an effort to pull his lust-inciting tongue 
even deeper into her quaking cunt. Gasping as she leaned forward, the maddened 
woman saw that Hans' great cock was already beginning to emerge from inside his 
loins, swollen into fully aroused hardness, teased into life by the wild 
stimulation of licking a naked passionate young woman. A great happiness swept 
over the love-starved dog and for the moment his frustration of the past two 
days was forgotten.
    Sylvia stood above him, frozen into immobility for a moment despite the 
frenzied working of Hans' tongue between her thighs, staring at the great 
scarlet spear of dog-flesh. She knew that in a few minutes she could once again 
have that massive member sunk to the hilt up in her hungry vagina, just as soon 
as she came under the wild lickings of his talented tongue. That was the way it 
had been before and that was the way it could be today. But there was a streak 
of perverse adventurousness in the lovely young widow and slowly a plan was 
forming in her agile mind. Yes, it could be different today, she mused.
    Below her, Hans stopped his licking, sensing the change in the woman's mood 
and looked up questioningly. Never taking her eyes from that glistening penis 
beneath his furry belly, now over half exposed, Sylvia pushed his big head away 
from her warmly seeping loins and began to lower herself to her knees next to 
the German shepherd. Hans whined unhappily, not wanting to be deprived of the 
exotic taste of the intoxicating perfumes that poured in such bountiful quantity 
from that tender warm slit up between those silky human thighs, but Sylvia began 
to speak softly to him.
    "I told you it was going to be different today, Hans," she said. "Now lie 
down like a good dog. Lie down, boy."
    This was the command that Angela, his mistress would give the big dog when 
he was romping around too vigorously, and at first he thought he was being 
reprimanded. Whimpering unhappily, he dropped his head sadly and his penis 
retracted back up into his belly, apparently wilted by the new development. At 
first horrified by the disappearance of this vital appendage, Sylvia realized at 
once what was bothering the big animal and began to speak more encouragingly.
    "That's okay, Hans, you've been a good dog… good dog. Lie down, lie down and 
Mama will see that you never forget this day." Gently the naked young woman 
pushed Hans down, still murmuring soothingly, "Good boy, good boy."
    Finally the big German shepherd was lying full length on the rug, his head 
half-hidden between his paws, still not sure whether he was in trouble or not. 
Sylvia couldn't keep from laughing a little at the child-like expression on the 
big dog's face as he looked up at her with big brown eyes full of hope. Dropping 
lithely down onto the carpet herself. Sylvia squirmed around until her hips and 
loins were positioned right next to the dog's head, her own face down by his 
hindquarters. The next part was going to be the hardest, she thought. If only he 
would understand what she wanted…
   "Now roll over, Hans, roll over," the naked young beauty urged. At the same 
time she gave a little shove with her hands and sure enough, he rolled over on 
his back, his hairy penis-sheath prominently displayed. Drawing one leg up, bent 
at the knee, so that her thighs once again opened to bare her still-throbbing 
pussy between, the adventurous young widow wiggled her lush hips in close to 
Hans' muzzle as he lay facing her, almost pressing her cunt into the dog's 
questioning face.
    "Okay, old buddy," Sylvia commanded. "Let's start light back at the 
beginning." Her voice choked a little with excitement. "Lick my cunt… lick it 
again!"
    That was all the encouragement Hans needed. Once again that massive head 
buried itself deep up between his beautiful human friend's lewdly parted legs so 
that his tongue might lap at the warm secretions flowing so freely from her 
pouting cunt. As the first lick seared into her loins, Sylvia found herself 
paralyzed from the sheer ecstasy of it unable for several minutes to move or 
even think coherently as the well-remembered flood of sensual bliss drew tight 
every nerve. Then she remembered what she wanted to do and looked down hungrily 
towards the now shrunken sheath that hid Hans' temporarily uninterested penis. 
Yes, the gasping woman thought as her hips jerked uncontrollably under the dog's 
eager lingual caresses, she wanted to bring that giant scarlet shaft in all its 
obscene lustful hardness out of hiding. She wanted to make the animal cum with 
her own hands, to draw the hot sperm up from those hairy balls to jet lewdly out 
from the pointed tip.
    The depraved nature of the young widow's desires only added another perverse 
thrill to the others already chasing through her shamelessly positioned body as 
again and again her animal companion lapped hungrily over and through her aching 
pussy mound, his scorching tongue digging wetly between her vaginal lips like a 
knife through hot butter. Gasping, Sylvia slid one of her hands up over Hans' 
hairy belly, gliding it sensuously deep down into the softness of the dog's 
loins, letting it wander over the thin velvety skin before finally her questing 
fingers moved to the lewd bulge of the animal's hairy penis sheath, squeezing 
firmly at the potential hardness inside.
    Hans whined loudly under his part-time mistress' hot stimulating touch, 
feeling his penis jerking uncontrollably deep up within his own belly. Sensing 
the dog's reaction, the increasingly excited girl lay on her side, so that both 
arms were free of her weight, and moved a second hand up to join the first, 
using them together to press and knead at the hairy protuberance. With a feeling 
of lust-filled triumph the shameless divorcee could feel the hidden shaft inside 
begin to stir and grow, and she waited breathlessly, hoping for the appearance 
of that excitingly pointed tip. Impatient, Sylvia reached back with one hand 
towards her canine lover's flaccid testicles and scratched lightly with her 
nails over its sensitive surface, bringing another sharp yip from the surprised 
and pleased Hans.
    This was a totally new and unexpected turn of events for the big animal. So 
far his whole sexual repertoire with human females had been either to lick them 
or to ram his aroused penis up into the tender little mating hole that nestled 
so high up between their lovely thighs. But now he liked what this beautiful 
neighbor was doing to him. He could continue to savor the warm rich juices 
gushing from her tender naked pinkness while at the same time be bathed in 
pleasure himself. Eagerly the happy animal continued to lick at the pungent 
pussy-flesh throbbing so hotly under his lashing tongue, spurred on by the new 
stirring in his powerful loins. This renewed attack on her private parts 
registered on every one of Sylvia's screaming nerves but never once did she 
slacken her obscenely methodical massaging of Hans' loins.
    As her fingers continued the gentle caressing, she could feel a strong 
surging inside the soft-furred covering and knew it would be only a few seconds 
before she saw the first scarlet evidence of Hans' arousal.
    Oh God, yes, the lewdly aroused young woman thought to herself, her breath 
catching in her throat, here it comes now! And the dog penis she had so busily 
been bringing to life shot out with a smooth wet rush, glistening brightly in 
the light. Despite all her experience, the staling Sylvia couldn't help watching 
in wide-eyed fascination as the throbbing organ grew and grew under her still 
working fingers until it had reached the mammoth proportions she knew so well. 
Moving her fingers slowly down from the hairy sheath, she placed them around the 
naked shaft itself, finding it wet and slippery to the touch, the scarlet flesh 
lubricated with its own juices. With a look of totally obscene fascination the 
raggedly breathing brunette seized the throbbing member directly and began 
sliding her hands slowly up and down its burning length. Another sharp yelp 
broke from the dog's throat at this new sensation, but the trembling animal 
never once stopped licking at the ever-flowering opening before his snout. His 
was the best of two worlds.
    For Sylvia too it was a special occasion. Many times before in her 
lust-studded career, the wanton young beauty had engaged in what she considered 
the ultimate obscenities, but the very depravity of what she was doing now – 
actively pumping a dog's cock while the dog licked below into her cunt filled 
the panting staring woman with wicked feelings of sheer carnal abandon. Her eyes 
fastened on the thick beveled organ trapped so tightly between her working 
fingers as she rhythmically pulled and jerked, sliding the moist scarlet skin 
back and forth over the hot rigid core beneath, wanting to be able to see that 
hot animal sperm gushing forth.
    What would it be like? she wondered. How much of it was there? From the 
quantity of it that had gushed, from her own cunt when Hans had cum in her 
before, she thought there would be plenty. These salacious questions burned in 
the young woman's lust-crazed brain as she pumped madly on that huge fleshy 
animal shaft. And when it finally happened, when Hans finally came, she wanted 
to cum too – wanted to join her animal lover in one long wet orgasmic upheaval, 
both of them writhing together in unholy ecstasy.

CHAPTER SIX

   Angela Sims stepped out of her bath like Aphrodite rising from the waves, a 
vision of beauty, the water dripping from her flawlessly curved body, her long 
blonde hair tied up in a slightly damp shining blob of gold behind her head. 
Humming to herself, the young wife stood on the bath mat, slowly drying herself 
with a large fleecy towel, marveling how such a simple act could have so much 
hidden sensuality in it.
    Ever since the young housewife had determined to do something about her 
deprived sex life, the whole world had seemed different. She shivered a little 
as the towel brushed lightly over her high-swelling breasts, automatically 
bringing the sensitive little nipples half-way erect. Yes, ever since Hans had 
taught her just how strongly her body could react to touch and feel, the happy 
young blonde had never ceased to marvel at the endless possibilities for sensual 
pleasure.
    Sliding the towel slowly down over her sleek flat belly, Angela savored for 
a moment the final delight of her bath, hesitating before finally dropping the 
towel to her loins to tease lightly at her golden pubic hair, rubbing the water 
away, yet at the same time doing far more. Already she could sense the sensual 
moisture building up inside her cunt, not only from the gentle pressure of the 
towel against her nerve-filled inner softness but also from the knowledge that 
within a few minutes Hans' lust-quelling tongue would once again be slipping 
deep up into her quivering wetness.
    The very thought of the lewd scene she was anticipating with her huge pet 
began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young woman's 
mind, so she hurried her final moments in the bathroom, suddenly anxious to 
begin the afternoon's shameful debauchery. Putting on her dressing gown over her 
milk-white nakedness and carelessly tying the belt in front, Angela walked 
quickly through the house, heading for the back door. Opening the door, the 
lovely young blonde called out, "Hans! Come on in, boy. It's time." She remained 
by the door, holding it open for several seconds, expecting the dog's usual 
eager entry, but nothing happened. This time the young woman put her head a 
little ways out the door, holding the dressing gown together over her 
voluptuously swelling breasts and called again, "Hans! Hans, come here!" 
Nothing.
    Perplexed by now, Angela decided she'd better go outside and see what was 
wrong. Just the other day the big dog had been madly engaged in digging for a 
gopher, and his mistress was hardly able to coax him from his exciting task. But 
to the young wife's surprise, she didn't see Hans anywhere. Walking through the 
yard, Angela looked behind everything that could possibly conceal a large German 
shepherd, but he had obviously disappeared. That's when she saw it.
    The gate was slightly open!
    Walking quickly to the gate, forgetting for a moment to keep a tight hold on 
the top of her dressing gown so that it gaped open, exposing all of one breast 
down to the nipple, Angela stared in perplexed horror at the open lock. The 
surprise quickly turned to anger. Only a human could have opened the gate, she 
knew, it just wasn't possible for a dog to do it with his teeth!
    Her dog had been kidnapped!
    One hand flying to her mouth in the classic attitude of shock, the young 
woman stepped through the open gate, giving one last pleading cry, "Hans! Hans, 
baby, come here." But even before the words were out of her mouth, Angela knew 
it was useless. There would be no answer. For several agonized seconds the 
distraught young woman walked about aimlessly by the gate, no particular plan in 
mind, but rather automatically hoping that if she stayed near the spot somehow 
everything would be made right and she would have Hans back.
    As she lowered her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening to 
overflow, her gaze played unheedingly over the ground before what she was 
looking at began to make sense.
    There were tracks near the gate! Dog prints mixed with the prints of a 
woman's shoe! It had rained the night before and the ground was still soft, a 
little muddy in places, so the prints were clearly visible.
    Bending lower, the staring young blonde took a close look at the tracks. The 
dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned. They were too big to 
belong to any other dog in the neighborhood. But what about the shoe prints? 
Could they have been made by the person who took Hans? Angela wondered 
excitedly. Almost without realizing it, the bereaved young wife had drifted away 
from the gate, walking down the road following the prints. Yes – yes… Hans' 
prints continued on besides those others, there was no doubt of it now. Looking 
up, Angela found herself already half-way down the road toward Sylvia's house, 
and then all at once the whole picture fell into place. How stupid of her not to 
have realized it at once, she thought bitterly.
    Sylvia had stolen Hans!
    Yes, somehow the shameless woman who lived down the road must have found out 
about Hans' strange interests, Angela thought in rising anger. Yes, that 
thieving bitch must be forcing her beloved dog into horrible perversions right 
this moment. Never did it occur to the angry young woman to temper her 
condemnation of her neighbor with the admission that she too little Angela the 
pure – had also been guilty of encouraging the animal in acts that would have 
both shocked and sickened her only short days ago, but then, jealousy works that 
way. Yes, Angela was jealous, as jealous as she would have been if some 
predatory woman had lured away her husband Jack. Maybe even a little more, 
because she was not able to find with Jack the same fantastic sexual release she 
found with Hans.
    Determinedly the lovely young blonde strode down the road toward Sylvia's 
house, seemingly unconcerned that she was clad only in her dressing gown, her 
long blonde hair beginning to escape from the knot she had tied it in, one thick 
lock after another falling about her shoulders as she walked.
    When Angela was only a few short yards from Sylvia's back gate she heard a 
sharp yapping sound that could only have come from Hans' throat, and a cold wave 
of fear passed over her body. What was Sylvia doing to Hans, anyhow?
    Pushing through the gate without calling out, the anxious young woman walked 
right up to the slightly open sliding glass doors. For just a second she 
hesitated at the entrance, not able to see inside the house because of the 
drapes that were pulled shut behind the doors, but once again she heard that 
sharp yip, this time accompanied by a low moan. Impulsively Angela swept aside 
the drapes and walked into the room, looking around fiercely, then the angry 
young woman froze in shock, her eyes opening wide as she stared in disbelief at 
the depraved scene before her.
    In the soft light of the room, Angela at first saw only a tangle of gleaming 
human flesh and soft brown fur, but a second analysis showed her Sylvia's naked 
body lying half on its side, one leg lewdly bent so that her shamelessly opened 
pussy was positioned right over Hans' dark muzzle, while at the same time the 
big animal was lying on his back, his thick scarlet penis trapped tightly 
between Sylvia's lewdly pumping fingers, his tongue, the tongue that by rights 
belonged to herself, lapping greedily up into Sylvia's clasping pink cunt!
    Angela didn't know how long she stood there, frozen into immobility by shock 
and horror. She wanted to move, to stop the horrible thing happening right 
before her eyes but somehow she just couldn't. It took her confused young mind a 
long time to dredge up from its lower depths the reasons for her paralysis, but 
finally it burst over her in a wave of shocked understanding.
    It was Hans' penis! Although the willing animal had licked her to orgasm 
several times, the young housewife had never before seen his massive member in 
its fully aroused state. Usually her eyes had been closed as she writhed in 
mindless ecstasy under the dog's lashing tongue and it had never even occurred 
to the innocent young woman that her pet might be as aroused by their illicit 
sex-play as she was. But there it was, in front of her now, huge, glistening, 
scarlet, ending in an obscenely sharp tapered point; and worst of all – in the 
hands of another woman!
    This last realization finally snapped the bond that had held Angela still 
and she called out sharply, "Hans!" To her surprise the big dog did not move, 
but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening loins so near his muzzle, 
not about to give up the tremendous sensations Sylvia was stroking into his 
lust-fired penis with her nimble fingers. It was Sylvia, however, who reacted, 
surprised by the sudden sound of a human voice in her living room. Twisting her 
head around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the lovely 
widow gasped out once, "Angela!" It seemed an effort for her to get the word 
out. She was panting explosively, her beautiful fine-boned face transformed by 
the passionate licking she was getting from below, her large dark eyes shining 
like shadowed stars. Then her head turned back as she obviously let herself slip 
once again down into the sensual ecstasy she had been enjoying before Angela's 
entrance.
    "Sylvia, you leave my dog alone!" Angela cried out in anguish.
    "Can't," Sylvia moaned back. "It's too late. I-I'm going to cum in another 
minute."
    "No, no, not with Hans!" Angela wailed. "He's my dog… he belongs to me!"
    "Then why are you so selfish?" Sylvia asked, turning her head once more to 
look at her blonde neighbor. "Even if you don't care about me, what about Hans? 
Don't you want him to cum too?" She gasped as the wonderful tongue below stabbed 
hotly up into her streaming pussy, and then turned her attention back to the 
huge fleshy dog-cock that throbbed between her fingers like some powerful 
engine.
    "What?" Angela asked in wonder as the full meaning of her neighbor's last 
words seeped into her numbed brain. "Hans… cum…?" For some reason it had never 
occurred to her that Sylvia might have planned the dog's own satisfaction also.
   "Of course," Sylvia moaned back. "What do you think I'm doing to his cock, 
just holding on so I don't lose my balance?" Then Sylvia didn't want to talk 
anymore but just to let the wonderful flames of passion Hans' tongue was 
spearing into her welcoming pussy take over her whole body while her own hands 
coaxed the hot semen up out of her animal lover's hairy balls. To hell with the 
little prude behind her, even if she was the dog's owner!
    But the groaning young widow couldn't have known the consternation her last 
words had created in that young prude's overburdened mind. Bit by bit at first 
and then with an overpowering rush Angela knew that her dark-haired neighbor was 
speaking the truth. Oh, how selfish she had been with her darling Hans, she 
realized. All the time she had enticed the loyal animal to see to her needs 
while never imagining he might have needs of his own. In a way she had been as 
thoughtless as her own husband, maybe more, because Jack wanted to please her 
but just couldn't. The young blonde felt a quick rush of affection for the woman 
she had misjudged so harshly, believing her a thief of her pet's affection while 
all the time this other woman had been providing something to Hans that his 
rightful mistress had been too thoughtless to think of.
    Not too surprisingly, Angela's tardy appreciation of her neighbor opened her 
mind to other thoughts. The young wife had seldom seen a naked woman before, and 
certainly not in the lewd and enticing position of the one before her now. 
Sheltered since her youth, Angela thought of the female body, if indeed she 
thought of it at all, as her own reflection in the bathroom mirror in those 
short intervals she let herself be uncovered, or else as the cool impersonal 
figures portrayed in art books and magazines. Quite a different thing than the 
panting, moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor before her, a reality 
of smell and sound as well as of soft, inviting, naked female flesh.
    Free from observation herself, since Sylvia was turned away from her, the 
young housewife let her eyes linger over the older woman's lushly formed figure, 
able to see part of one high-set, rounded breast silhouetted against the darker 
background of Hans' glossy coat. The nipple on that breast was swollen now, 
jutting out pinkly, brought to pebble-hardness by the passion that swept through 
Sylvia's body. Such a long slender back, Angela found her-self thinking, a 
gracefully curved expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders before it swelled 
out again into voluptuously flared hips. Somehow it was those hips, the 
magnificent buttocks that drew Angela on, the rounded half-moons, slightly 
pulled apart now by Sylvia's thighs widespread, so that Hans' tongue might find 
easy access to her quivering genitals. Every now and then Angela could see her 
dog's long pink tongue splay back between her neighbor's milk-white thighs to 
lick at the farthest recesses of her loins, making the soft rounded buttocks 
jerk and shudder in ecstasy.
    Without quite realizing it, Angela found herself pulling back her robe, and 
letting it drop to the floor, baring her own lovely young body. Somehow it 
seemed almost sacrilegious to be dressed here in this room while the two 
creatures before her remained locked together in complete concentration. Slowly, 
then, the full-breasted blonde started forward.
    The first warning Sylvia had that her young neighbor had changed position 
was when she felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly moving down toward 
her spasmodically clenching buttocks. Even so, the panting widow didn't look 
back, not wanting to take a chance on spoiling whatever magic was happening, for 
she was sure it was something good. The gentleness of the hands promised her 
that. Too much was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to any 
one part of it. Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of painful 
excitement by Hans' thrusting tongue such as she had never known before. At the 
same time, the great cock in her hands let its own overpowering pleasure known 
to her by the way it jerked and trembled under her touch. Yes, yes, she could 
tell that soon it would be spurting its hot load out into the room, gushing in 
obscene fulfillment before them all. And now… now… those gentle hands behind 
were working insistently downward between her quivering buttocks, low down, near 
her pleasure-washed cunt, searching, searching. Almost unbelievingly Sylvia felt 
her supposedly innocent young neighbor's fingers begin an experimental probing 
at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little opening as if they were trying 
to decide what to do.
    "Aaahh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden hard 
pressure against her anus. Automatically her loins bucked forward away from the 
sudden hot sensation that convulsed her already shuddering loins. Could this 
actually be happening? she thought. Her doubt was immediately banished as that 
same probing finger came back once more, this time to push knowingly up inside 
her hot rectal depths, just a little way at first as the sphincter muscles 
instinctively fought the unnatural penetration.
    "Ahhh, God," Sylvia moaned out as suddenly her whole lower body seemed 
immersed in hot all-enveloping sensation. Coupled with Hans' wild lickings at 
her quaking cunt, the finger that now began to worm relentlessly around up 
inside her sensitive anus drove Sylvia to the very edge of orgasmic insanity. 
The amazed woman felt an obviously naked body move close up against her back, 
two bare breasts dragging stiffened nipples over her ultra-sensitized flesh. The 
finger plunged deeper, bringing another moan from the blissfully tortured 
woman's chest. She almost lost herself then, almost slipped down into a world of 
private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in Sylvia's mind reminded her she 
still had a job to do. Opening glazed eyes, the moaning woman once again focused 
all the attention she could muster on her hands, on the fingers still wrapped 
around the massively swollen dog-cock only inches away.
    Summoning up the last of her strength, Sylvia once again began pummeling the 
huge red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the dog's hairy belly 
below. Every stroke she made as she slaved over the throbbing organ only seemed 
to make the slavering beast who's massive head lay between her own wide-splayed 
thighs lick all the harder, digging his thick wet tongue deeper and deeper up 
into her pleasure-wracked cunt, filling her with hot darting shafts of delight 
that seemed to shoot all the way to the top of her head. Fighting against the 
seductive paralysis of this unbelievable stimulation, enhanced now by the 
searching finger in her rectum, Sylvia redoubled her efforts, jerking and 
pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands, chanting out mindless 
mewling sounds as she worked like some harem slave of old. Staring in 
fascination at the obscenely colored member before her, the half-crazed young 
widow knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it began to spew out its 
lewd charge. It was trembling under her fingers, and Hans' loins were jerking 
uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in helpless reflex as his orgasm 
approached.
    One, two, three more powerful tugs at the dog's cock and that was it! 
Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and the hairy balls below swelled to 
incredible size and tightness. Sylvia could actually feet the hot semen rushing 
madly up the length of the pulsating member as it sought release. At the same 
time, the dog's last spasmodic tongue-thrusts into her own lust-heated cuntal 
depths seemed to touch off a white hot sunburst far up inside her spasming 
belly, joined by a second as Angela behind her thrust a second punishing finger 
far up into her crazily tingling rectum. Before her the moaning brunette's own 
orgasm snatched her away to another world, she was able to see finally the thick 
white semen jet out in a long hot gush from her dog-lover's grotesquely swollen 
cock and arc up into the air to spray back down over her naked body, covering 
her belly and loins with obscene sticky flecks of cum. Then she was gone.
    Angela stared in amazement as she felt the beautiful naked body before her 
suddenly go rigid and then began to buck and twist in a series of powerful 
contractions. Hot slippery fluids gushed back over her hand from Sylvia's cunt 
as it began to contract madly. The younger girl could actually feel her writhing 
neighbor's internal muscles working against the fingers that still disappeared 
obscenely up into her rectum.
    "C-c-cuuummmiiinnnggg," Sylvia gurgled out once as her stomach muscles 
sucked sharply in, her buttocks clenching powerfully together in a series of 
quick jerks. To the watching Angela it seemed as if something would have to 
give, that somehow Sylvia was going to split in two from the obvious power of 
the forces at work deep up inside her spasming belly. For a second the younger 
girl felt a moment of jealousy, wishing it could be her who was experiencing 
this sexual upheaval, but just as quickly she pushed the thought from her mind 
and drove her fingers as far up inside Sylvia's soft rubbery rectal depths as 
she could, the knowledge that she was adding to her neighbors passion causing 
strange little tremors of excitement to run through her own loins.
    On and on it went, the scarlet penis spurting under Sylvia's spasmodically 
clenching fingers, the big dog whining and yelping, his head trapped between 
Sylvia's twitching thighs, and Angela holding on for dear life behind. Finally 
Hans lay quiet, his penis slowly beginning to shrivel back up into his belly. 
Sylvia gave one last shudder and collapsed back gasping against Angela, 
obviously exhausted. The younger girl pulled her fingers out of Sylvia's anus, 
marveling at the slight popping sound they made, as they withdrew. For long 
moments there was no sound in the room but Sylvia's labored breathing, then Hans 
struggled to turn over and got shakily to his feet. The big dog looked down at 
the two naked human females still sprawled on the floor and then walked over to 
the comer and lay down contentedly. A moment later Sylvia, too, moved, turning 
her body so that now she was facing Angela, who blushed as she met the older 
woman's eyes.
    "I-I don't know what came over me," the naive blonde wife started to say, 
but Sylvia cut her off.
    "Forget it. Sometimes it's just right for things to happen." Neither said 
more for a while but both were lost in their thoughts. They were now lying so 
that their heads lay at opposite ends, their bodies parallel, both of the women 
on their sides facing one another, head to toe, but not so close that they 
couldn't see one another's faces.
    Sylvia slowly looked her younger companion up and down. She had always known 
that Angela probably had a pretty good body, but now faced with the naked 
reality of it she was stunned. Damn, what a really beautiful tender young girl, 
she thought to herself. Because of the positions they were both lying in, just 
opposite her face was the silky golden triangle of the younger girl's pussy 
hair. Sylvia couldn't make out much more than that because Angela had her thighs 
placed firmly together, obviously slightly nervous about being naked in front of 
someone else, but not knowing what to do about it, particularly in view of what 
had just happened between them.
    "Sorry about taking your dog," Sylvia said, "but I just couldn't resist the 
opportunity. I would have brought him back."
    "I… that's all right. I-I guess I shouldn't be so selfish."
    "I understand, honey. With a dog like Hans, I'm afraid we all tend to lose 
our heads." Angela blushed at this oblique allusion to her dog's talents. "Just 
when did you discover what that horny hound had in his mind?" Sylvia continued.
    Another blush. "Just a couple of days ago. He-he started licking me."
    "And you were off and running. You know, I don't want to be insulting, but I 
just didn't think you had it in you. I mean, I thought you'd just get rid of the 
dog when you found out what his little specialty was."
    "You mean you thought I was too much of a prude," Angela answered frankly. 
Then a little line of bitterness tightened around her mouth. "And I suppose you 
would have been right if I hadn't needed something, anything, so much."
    "Ah-ha, husband troubles. Doesn't Jack make love to you much? He's crazy if 
he doesn't. Most men would give their left nut to be married to someone like 
you. You do know you're very beautiful, don't you?" As Sylvia said these last 
words one of her hands reached out and began gently caressing her young 
neighbor's breasts, moving slowly from one to the other of the perfect 
pink-tipped mounds, never fast or hard, but just gently gliding. Angela 
automatically sucked in her breath at the first feather-like sensations Sylvia's 
gentle fingers stroked into her voluptuously naked flesh. For an instant Angela 
almost pulled sharply away, but somehow that seemed silly after what she had 
done to Sylvia only short minutes ago. And besides, it felt… well, good. Not 
wanting to think too much about what was happening, the young blonde blurted out 
an answer to Sylvia's last question, wanting to have something to occupy her 
alarmed mind for the moment, even though she didn't like talking to anyone about 
her personal problems with Jack.
    "N-No," she gasped out, her voice a little shaky, "he makes love to me a 
lot. It's just that he doesn't… do it long enough."
    "Doesn't realize you might like it too, is that it?"
    "Oh, no, it's not like that," Angela answered, coming immediately to her 
husband's defense, forgetting for the moment that the exploring hand at her 
breast was becoming bolder. "He wants to please me, but he just can't."
    "You mean he can't hold back, cums too soon." Angela nodded bashfully, and 
Sylvia went on. "So that's when you decided to let Hans fuck you."
    "Fuck me?" the young blonde's eyes flew open in amazement. "You mean he does 
that too?" For an instant Sylvia thought she was kidding but the surprise in the 
girl's blue eyes was too genuine.
    "Of course. What do you think I have him over here for. He's the best lay 
I've ever had in my life, and believe, me I've had plenty. You mean to tell me 
you've never let him fuck you?"
    "N-No," the young blonde answered in horrified wonderment. Her head spinning 
dizzily, she couldn't keep from her mind the obscene image of Sylvia's hands 
wrapped around Hans' huge scarlet penis, the penis she had seen for the first 
time today. Suddenly she was acutely aware of her neighbor's fingers on her 
breasts, playing, stroking, loving, and coupled with the totally obscene mental 
picture of what it must look like when Hans was fucking the undeniably beautiful 
brunette, a sudden hot flood of passion was triggered into full life within the 
young woman's trembling body. She looked up into Sylvia's eyes, eyes that had 
now assumed an almost hypnotic intensity.
    "We're going to have to do something about this," Sylvia said quietly. 
"We're going to have to see that Hans fucks you." The older woman was beginning 
to experience the full symptoms of advanced lust as she looked at the beautiful 
naked body of the young innocent wife lying next to her, her palm tingling with 
the lush feel of those taut firm young breasts, feeling the little coral-hued 
nipples springing out against her fingertips. Once again she looked over at the 
golden triangle so near her face, wondering what tender moist treasures must lie 
up between the tightly clenched thighs. "You do want Hans to fuck you, don't 
you? You do want that big hard cock rammed right up between your legs."
    Angela felt her breath coming faster and faster despite herself. What was 
this woman saying to her? Her thoughts floundered for a moment, twisted by the 
now-wonderful sensations from her breasts as Sylvia's stroking grew bolder. "I-I 
can't," she moaned helplessly. "He's so big. It'd hurt." Sylvia knew she had 
won.
    "It's all a matter of being ready," she crooned. God how she desired this 
innocent young wife, she thought. How she wanted to get to know that lush young 
body, revel in seeing the younger woman turn into a raving animal. "Yes, you 
just have to be ready for a cock as big as that one, but don't worry, I'll help. 
I'll lick your pussy until you're ready for anything."
    "L-Lick my…" Angela gasped out. My God, what was happening?
    "Yes, lover, lick your pussy. Can you imagine how good that'll feel?" Not 
waiting for an answer, Sylvia slid her hand away from the younger woman's 
breast, letting it trace a hot trail down over the blonde girl's already 
trembling young belly to come at last to an agitated rest among her crisp golden 
cunt-curls. "Come on," Sylvia murmured seductively, "Open your thighs. Just bend 
your top leg a little." Without waiting for an answer the lust-driven brunette 
let her hand work lower to slide between the firm young thighs so close, and 
with a little upwards pressure she helped the confused young Angela to open the 
path to her hidden treasures. Sylvia almost gasped aloud as suddenly she saw the 
tender pink vaginal lips bared to her hungry gaze, framed in their gilded 
setting. Eagerly her head moved forward, intent on the promised feast.
    "Oh no, we mustn't," Angela moaned, but she hardly knew what she was saying. 
All the time her mind was focused on the incredible image of Hans, her beloved 
Hans fucking into her body. Could it really be done? she wondered. This thought 
was suddenly driven from her mind as she felt her lovely neighbor's head working 
between her partially open thighs. Looking down the young wife could no longer 
see the expression on Sylvia's face, only the smooth white curve of her throat 
under her chin, for her neighbor's features were now lost between the soft silky 
flesh of her own parted thighs. For one long moment Angela stared at the 
brunette's firm ripe breasts, pressing against her own belly, which was now 
quickly rising and failing in time to her ragged breathing. My God, she thought! 
Sylvia's actually going to do it! She's going to lick my pussy!
    Angela knew it was wrong, knew that this was what was called lesbianism. 
Never in her whole life had she imagined that someday she might be lying like 
this, about to let another woman thrust her tongue up into her vagina! But for 
that matter, never had she imagined until just a few days ago that she would let 
a dog do the same! That didn't matter, the confused young blonde thought. She 
had to stop this obscene act, had to cry out before once again she let herself 
slip into a sea of depravity. But before she could utter a sound, all the air 
was driven from her lungs as she felt Sylvia's hot breath pour searingly over 
her nakedly exposed genitals. Gasping, the young housewife found herself 
thinking that if just Sylvia's breath felt so good, how would it actually feel 
when her tongue licked out and… then she had to put the thought from her mind as 
her whole body started to shake uncontrollably in a shuddering mixture of shame 
and desire. Unable to move, the gasping young woman was aware of her tormentor's 
face working in deeper between her vainly resisting thighs, and now she could 
feel Sylvia's saliva-moistened lips poised right next to her pulsating cunt.
    Desperately Angela looked around for something to motivate her to scramble 
to her feet and run from this sinful house, but the only thing that met her 
staring gaze was Sylvia's pussy poised mere inches away from her wondering eyes. 
Staring in fascination, the innocent young blonde could not help examining this, 
the first feminine pussy that she had ever seen. Despite her inexperience it was 
not hard for the young bride to tell that Sylvia was already aroused. Tiny beads 
of vaginal moisture glistened on the inside surface of the half-parted cuntal 
lips, and for a second she was not sure whether she could not see a deeper 
excited pulsing over the pink-petaled vaginal opening. How would it taste if she 
put her own lips… but quickly Angela put the obscene thought from her mind. That 
was the last rational thought she had, because suddenly Sylvia's tongue darted 
out and stabbed deep into her innocent young neighbor's unprepared cunt.
   "Aaaaaahhh," Angela gasped out as that first seating contact shot a blast of 
lewd flame far up inside her belly. Her whole body jerked, not away from the 
obscene contact but instead forward so that her cunt thrust automatically 
against the slippery little mouth pressed so lightly to it. Sylvia didn't waste 
a second. Immediately she started worming her working tongue up into the moistly 
shuddering slit, running it furiously up and down the whole heated length, 
pausing only for part of a second on each lust inciting trip to probe delicately 
at the trembling blonde's still tightly closed vagina, knowing that she mustn't 
hurry too much, best to take her time. Sylvia had eaten a lot of pussy in her 
decadent life, but this was the sweetest ever, and she wanted to prolong her 
eager lapping as long as possible.
    To her amazement, Angela felt her own thighs open wider of their own accord, 
instinctively welcoming the attacking tongue, baring before it her now 
wide-splayed cuntal slit, wanting it to dig far, far up inside the hotly 
clamoring depths. Demandingly the young blonde's loins jerked forward, trying to 
entice the little pink messenger of bliss deeper, all thoughts of resistance 
quickly gone. But the more experienced girl withdrew for a moment before once 
again letting her tongue shoot out, this time to graze Angela's sensitively 
throbbing clitoris.
    "Oooooh, God, ooohhh," Angela moaned, no longer able to remain silent. Her 
breath gushed from her lungs as once again Sylvia began to run her tongue up and 
down the full length of her pussy slit, playing tauntingly over the opening of 
her hungrily contracting vagina. Oh, how the young blonde wanted that 
desire-giving tongue up inside her, like a little writhing cock.
    Suddenly Sylvia deserted the hot liquid depths, holding back one tantalizing 
second before lashing out her tongue to stab hard against her young friend's 
quiveringly erect clitoris, making the writhing blonde cry out in wild abandon, 
unable to control herself at all. That darting jabbing tongue ran wildly in 
little circles around her almost painfully palpitating sensation bud, then to 
her further amazement and delight Sylvia began to suck at the little button, 
circling it with her lips in tight embrace and at the same time nipping lightly 
with her teeth.
    Then once again the omnivorously ravishing tongue slid down the steaming 
valley of her blonde-fringed cunt, darting around, shooting finally far up into 
her helpless vagina, then licking broadly over the whole flat-splayed area of 
her writhing pussy, teasing again at the blood-engorged clitoris. Tongue… 
tongue… frantic tongue everywhere, driving new and incredible sensations of 
delight into the quaking flesh before it.
    Squirming and moaning to this rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, Angela 
mewled and cried out as rippling waves of wild erotic sensation pulled her body 
into a twitching curve. Beginning to pant explosively, the moaning blonde opened 
her legs as wide as possible while at the same time thrusting her steaming loins 
forward to get maximum contact with the torturing little lingual spear. Although 
Sylvia too was gasping aloud, her own loins burning lewdly with the lust-charged 
knowledge of what she was doing to the once-innocent young wife before her, she 
never let her mouth lose contact with the sweet seething mass of cuntal flesh, 
giving one last mighty thrust up into Angela's vagina while at the same time 
vigorously shaking her lovely dark head from side to side.
    That last lascivious effort was the final trigger needed to set off Angela's 
impending orgasm, releasing at last the intolerable pressure that had been 
building deep up inside her softly convulsing belly.
    "Ooooohhh… ooohhh… Goodddddd, Sylvia! I-I'm going t-to… cuuummmmmm… 
aaaaaahhhhh!"
    The young blonde's last maddened cry choked off into a gurgling moan as 
sexual ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, sucking in her sleek stomach 
muscles again and again as wave after wave of hot release buffeted her screaming 
insides into a mindless frenzy. Jerking, trembling, writhing, the delirious 
young woman was lost in a timeless world of endless pleasure while her 
convulsing cunt gushed forth a hot stream of fragrant pussy secretions that 
nearly choked the still wildly tonguing Sylvia. But never once did the older 
woman break contact with the throbbing depths before her until the last quiver 
had passed from her young lover's shuddering body.
    Waiting a moment until the younger girl had got her breath back a little, 
Sylvia finally pulled her head from between the satiny thighs. "Roll over on top 
of me," she urged up at the sex-groggy Angela.
    "W-What?" Angela gasped out, not fully comprehending. Sylvia repeated her 
request and then urged the young blonde with her hands until finally Angela was 
positioned over her, knees on either side of the young widow's face so that her 
own blonde-rimmed pussy was right over the lips that had so recently sucked it 
to orgasm, while the staring young wife found herself looking down at Sylvia's 
own openly pouting cunt. "Now make me feel the same way I made you feel," Sylvia 
purred.
    Angela didn't move, but just hovered over her older neighbor, gazing down in 
captivated fascination at the dark-fringed cunt waiting below, waiting for her 
own mouth to dip towards it. Could she? Could she commit this act that until 
just a few minutes ago seemed as remote from her as the moon? All her training 
told her no, despite the fact that she owed the lovely woman below her as much 
pleasure as she could give. But that wasn't the factor that finally turned the 
scales. No, it was the living pulsing reality of the pussy itself as it lay in 
open moist invitation below, the lips pulled apart by the widespread position of 
Sylvia's legs to reveal all the softly glistening secrets inside. Those seeping 
pink depths cried out for something to bring them to life, and what better than 
Angela's own tender lips and tongue. With a final groan of defeat, the lovely 
blonde housewife dropped her head and let her tongue shoot out lizard-like to 
spear into the seductive depths below.
    Angela felt the woman under her stiffen with the shock of the first hot wet 
contact and a choked gasp echoed from her throat. That was all the encouragement 
Angela needed and she went to work with a will, her mouth fastening hungrily to 
the quivering loins below. The young blonde found herself savoring the sweet 
taste of Sylvia's cunt, such a strange medley of flavors, at the same time 
syrupy and tart, a little like the taste of Chinese sweet and sour sauce. 
Struggling to learn, Angela lapped excitedly, picking up from Sylvia's frenzied 
reactions what pleased her the most.
    From across the room Hans began to show renewed interest as he saw the two 
pinkly glowing female bodies so lewdly tangled together. At first he had only 
paid polite attention when Sylvia had tongued his mistress, but then when Angela 
crawled on top so that her well-rounded white buttocks were poised invitingly 
high in the air, the big dog's ears picked up. He had never had his mistress, or 
never even seen her in this, his favorite position for human females, but now 
the German shepherd began to remember all the times he had been aroused by the 
blonde girl's loveliness while he speared his tongue deep up into her 
sweet-smelling little slit. Those tantalizingly raised half-moons proved too 
much for the lascivious dog and he got quickly to his feet and padded silently 
over to the two intertwined women.
    The first intimation Angela had of her pet's presence was when she felt his 
cool nose sniffing up between her slightly parted thighs.
    "W-What's that," she blurted out, for the first time breaking contact with 
the pulsating cuntal flesh beneath.
    "It's Hans," Sylvia answered, a little disappointed that the wonderful mouth 
was no longer licking at her eager cunt. She had already seen the dog's handsome 
head above her own face as lie sniffed at Angela's obscenely displayed genitals. 
His black nose moved in closer to brush lightly over the young blonde's tightly 
puckered anus.
    "M-Make him go away," Angela begged.
    "Why?" Sylvia shot back. "I think he wants to fuck you."
    "Fuck me! Oh no, he can't. That wouldn't be right."
    "Oh, don't be such a prig," Sylvia said a little acidly. "You've done a lot 
of other things that aren't supposed to be nice. Wouldn't you like to have that 
big animal cock deep inside your cunt? Besides, I don't think he's going to give 
you the choice."
    "My God, what do you mean?" Angela wailed out.
    "He generally starts by sniffing, and then he begins to lick…" Sylvia 
suddenly began to become interested in the impending ravishment of her innocent 
young neighbor. Waves of lewd excitement shot through the older girl's slightly 
perverted brain as she realized what a marvelous view she would have from here 
as Hans rammed his heavy cock up into Angela's vulnerably positioned vaginal 
slit. Right above her face! Before the fascinated brunette could finish her 
sentence, Hans' familiar tongue shot out to splay itself lovingly over his 
mistress' damp-curled pussy slit, licking with one hot swipe clear up to her 
rectum. Angela jerked in reaction above and a sobbing gasp came from deep in the 
whimpering girl's chest.
    "Oh, please, don't let him do it to me. It's wrong… wrong." She tried to 
struggle away still full of fear, but not wanting to miss the expected lewd 
show, Sylvia wrapped her arms tightly around the young blonde's hips and thighs 
so that she couldn't move.
    "Oh, for Christ's sake," Sylvia said in exasperation. "Can't you ever tell 
when you have it made?" Looking up along the dog's belly she could see that 
already his penis was sliding out of its hairy sheath in all its glistening 
scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each passing second. A moment 
later the eager animal had mounted his mistress' shaking back, and Sylvia freed 
one of her anus to reach back to take the swollen organ between her fingers, 
thrilling to the familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had experienced the 
very first time she had guided it into her own eagerly waiting cunt.
    "Okay, Hans, fuck Angela just like you fuck me!" Needing very little 
encouragement, the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong forelegs 
tightly around his mistress' slender waist while Sylvia gasped in delight below 
as she saw the huge animal-cock poised directly over her face, its beveled tip 
only half an inch from her young neighbor's gaping pussy mouth.
    "Oh, please, don't let him do it to me," the frightened Angela moaned, 
trying to shift her hips away from the hot unnatural probe. Trembling, she tried 
to look back down between her legs to see what was happening, but all she could 
see were the twin mounds of Sylvia's passion-swollen breasts. Then she felt the 
first hot searing contact of the massive spear that would soon impale her, and 
all her fears suddenly washed away in a flood of lewd desire. Yes, now she knew 
it, she knew it! Everything before had only been childish games, but all along, 
secretly she had wanted Hans to fuck her! Now was the time and she couldn't be 
afraid any more. It was out of her hands. "Oh yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, 
Hans, fuck me!" The panting girl raised her buttocks as high as possible, 
spreading her legs at the same time to open her suddenly hungry cunt.
    It wasn't a moment too soon. Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at the 
opening to Angela's gaping pussy, Hans instinctively rammed forward, burying his 
dripping cudgel in one slithering rush far up into the kneeling girl's hot 
little cunt. Animal style, he never gave the girl a chance to become accustomed 
to his huge presence, but began a fierce pumping of his powerful loins, 
thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again into the soft flesh before him.
    "Uuuuhhh," Angela grunted in stunned surprise. Never before in her whole 
life had she been so filled. It felt for a moment as if something would have to 
tear open inside her to make room for that massive invading cock, but the 
blonde's wife's vaginal muscles soon became used to the jack-hammer fast 
intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths. Wantonly her sleek buttocks set 
up an answering rocking motion to meet the fiery challenge. It began to feel 
good, better than anything the adventurous wife had ever experienced before. She 
barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face between her 
neighbor's thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.
    Below her, Sylvia gratefully felt her blonde neighbor return to the avid 
sucking of her tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all the while at 
the giant scarlet dog-cock flashing in and out of her younger woman's juicy 
cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist pink pussy-flesh out with it on the 
pullback and ramming them far back up inside as the big animal crashed his hips 
forward stroke after stroke. Opening wider and wider, Angela's vagina 
voraciously tried to swallow every inch of that mighty shaft, right down to the 
hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity against her tenderly 
swollen clitoris.
    All three of the lewdly coupled trio would have quickly come to climax, but 
suddenly a mighty roar echoed through the room.
    "My… God… Angela, what…"
    All three of the sinners on the floor turned as one toward the disturbance, 
frozen in shock. Neither said a word until Angela, twisting her head as far back 
as she could, was finally able to make out the identity of the intruder.
    "Oh God," she shrieked, "It's Jack!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

   Since work was a little slow that day, all the men in Jack's department had 
been let go home a little early. Driving straight home, the young husband was 
both surprised and disappointed to find that his wife wasn't home, nor was the 
new dog. For some reason he felt like a little companionship rather than sitting 
around an empty house. It didn't take him long to figure that Angela must be 
down the road visiting Sylvia, because that was the only neighbor within easy 
walking distance and Angela didn't have a car.
    Deciding to set out in search of his straying wife, the unexpected arrival 
set off toward their only neighbor's house, aware in the back of his mind that 
he secretly hoped Sylvia was alone. For a long time he had been filled with 
lustful thoughts every time he saw the beautiful young brunette. Yes, she was 
some woman, he mused, maybe just the thing he needed to take his mind off his 
seemingly insurmountable troubles with his wife. He wondered what Sylvia Bennett 
would look like naked.
    There didn't seem to be anyone home when Jack got to Sylvia's house, but the 
back gate was partly open so he went in, heading towards the sliding glass 
doors. Before he could even call out he was aware of strange sounds from within 
the house, alarming sounds, almost like someone struggling. A particularly loud 
sobbing groan filled the young man with the direct impression that a woman was 
being murdered within. Without stopping to think, Jack heroically rushed 
forward, pushing through the drapes inside, and then stopped dead in his tracks, 
stunned by the obscene spectacle before his staring eyes.
    It didn't take him long to realize there were two women obviously locked in 
a lesbian embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily fucking one of them 
from behind, but after a second look the shocked husband came to a sudden 
sickening realization.
    One woman was his wife, the dog was Hans!
    His instinctive roar of horror and rage had immediate effects on the trio 
before him. After Angela's scream of horrified recognition, Hans was the first 
to react. Sensing instinctively that he was in a lot of trouble, the big dog for 
the first time in his life deserted a pair of buttocks in mid-fuck, backing away 
hurriedly, his penis shrinking quickly back up out of harm's way, then he dodged 
behind the nearest piece of furniture, trying to make himself as small as 
possible. Angela scrambled quickly to her feet and looked around frantically for 
her dressing gown.
    "You stay right there!" Jack commanded and the young wife froze, sensing 
from the sound of her husband's voice that he meant everything he said. "What 
the hell is that?" Jack spluttered. "Is this how you wile away your days while 
I'm at work? Christ, I can't believe anyone could sink so low. And with a dog, 
yet." Jack's face wrinkled in disgust. He glanced down at the cringing animal 
once and then back up at his petrified wife. "Well, wife dear, I'm going to go 
to that mutt what I'd do to any man I found you with. I'm going home to get my 
gun and blow that sneaking animal's head off."
    "Oh no you won't, big boy," another voice rang out. Surprised, Jack turned 
around to see that Sylvia had gotten to her feet unnoticed while all his 
attention was turned toward the incestuous members of his immediate family. "You 
touch one hair on that animal's head and I'll have your worthless balls with a 
nail file, if it takes me the rest of my life," Sylvia snarled, marching right 
up to the surprised young man to thrust her face close to his. Jack was about to 
make some violent rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was standing 
only inches from a remarkably beautiful naked woman, and just a few minutes 
before he had wondered how she would look naked. Now he knew. Fantastic!
    Seeing all the hostility drain from her male adversary's face as his eyes 
glued themselves to her breasts, now brushing the front of his shirt, Sylvia 
decided this was the time to press her advantage if an ugly scene was to be 
avoided. "So, big boy," she said, letting her voice become a little softer. "You 
complain about what your wife does for kicks on her own time without ever 
stopping to think whether or not she might have those kicks coming to her. You 
sure you do your level best at home to keep her from having to go out and find 
entertainment of her own?"
    "Well, I…" Jack began.
    "Don't give me any shit. Momma knows all. Oh, you don't have to blame Angela 
for leaking top secrets, I wormed it out of her when her defenses were down. I 
know all about your hair-trigger cock."
    "I…" Jack said very weakly.
    Sylvia knew she had to be careful of her timing. Any moment now the cornered 
husband might go back to the attack. Turning toward Angela, Sylvia said 
contemptuously, "You two make me sick. Both of you whine about the other but 
neither one does anything constructive. It's not all Jack's fault, Angela, 
didn't it ever occur to you that you might be able to do something about his 
little problem? He's so hot to go he shoots his load at the first touch, so why 
not pull the sting from it, make it a little less touchy?"
    "W-what do you mean?" Angela asked, her eyes as big as saucers.
    "I think you both need a little practice lesson. Now you watch how this is 
done, Angela. Back, handsome," Sylvia ordered, giving the fascinated Jack 
several little shoves that brought the back of his knees up sharp against the 
edge of an easy chair so that he fell heavily into it. In one lithe graceful 
movement Sylvia dropped her knees light in front of the chair.
    "Now as I see it, neither one of you two love-birds ever explored the 
possibility that Jack might be able to get it up more than once. We'll go for 
the knockout punch in round one and see if tiger here can answer the bell for 
round two." And before either husband or wife knew what was happening, Sylvia 
reached forward and boldly unzipped Jack's fly. All of a sudden long cool 
fingers were suddenly extracting the amazed young man's penis through the 
opening. With gaping mouth, Jack saw his cock lying in Sylvia's palm, pulsing 
gently as it began to quicken into life.
   "My, you are fast," the smiling brunette said. "Let's see how long it takes 
you to cum." Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Jack watched in disbelief as 
Sylvia slowly lowered her dark head towards his penis, which was jerking larger 
with every passing second. A moment ago he had been ready to kill, and now a 
woman whose sheer beauty and sensuality had always seemed to him to be an 
unobtainable dream was clearly about to put his cock in her mouth. Angela too 
watched in shocked awe. She knew that by all rights she should be sickened and 
horrified watching another woman do this perverted act to her own husband, but 
somehow, in this place, it seemed natural. Her own mouth began to salivate 
sympathetically as she watched Sylvia do something to Jack she had never had the 
courage to even think about.
    "Hey, wait a minute," she heard Jack say, but then his voice choked off as 
his lovely torturer's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in 
the head of his cock. Under that maddening stimulation his throbbing penis burst 
into its full glory, rearing up like an angry cobra.
    "Mmmm, it likes me," Sylvia said, and then opening her lips she slid them 
moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the tip of her 
willing victim's cock. Staring down in amazement the surprised young man looked 
in awe at the beautiful dark head poised over his trembling loins. He knew he 
could probably just reach down and push Sylvia away, but at that moment it 
seemed like an impossible idea.
    Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to 
shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.
    "I-I, we shouldn't be…" he began, knowing that Angela was watching, but then 
with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to wrap his hands 
tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk 
he pulled Sylvia's lips down farther onto his pulsating cock-shaft. To hell with 
Angela, he thought. After what he had caught her doing it would serve her right 
to have to watch this! For her part, his gaping wife stood watching in 
appreciative awe. She had been through too much already today to be very upset 
by what was happening before her. What was mostly bothering her was the 
unfulfilled feeling deep in her own hungry loins which had been rudely deprived 
of the lust-sating dog-penis only a few minutes ago. Staring hungrily at her 
husband's desire-thickened shaft disappearing up into Sylvia's ovalled mouth, 
Angela found herself wishing that somehow it were being thrust up her own 
wanting pussy instead.
    The whole little scenario didn't take long, maybe less than two minutes, and 
then true to form, Jack could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in his 
balls.
    "Holy God," he half-shouted, "I'm gonna cum! For the love of Christ, don't 
stop sucking!" Then his blood-rigid rod of flesh began to vibrate as the first 
hot jets rushed its swollen length. This was the first time in his life the 
young man had ever had his cock sucked, and he was unprepared for the incredible 
sensation as Sylvia sucked madly on his spurting member, working him to heights 
of passion that were almost unbearable. As his head arched back in ecstasy he 
was able to see out of the comer of his eyes the almost ludicrous picture of 
Sylvia's cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing sperm and then 
hollowing again as she sucked madly. It seemed to go on for an eternity and then 
the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his exhausted penis 
deflating in Sylvia's mouth. The smiling widow let the limp organ slip wetly 
from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot sticky sperm from her lips.
    "A new record in the hundred yard dash," she said wryly. Turning to Angela 
she added, "I see what you mean. A girl would have to be a real sprinter to keep 
up with that." Her words deflated Jack who thought she was making fun of him but 
the lovely woman got lithely to her feet. "Now it's time for the resurrection," 
she said. Even though he had just cum, Jack could not help staring at the 
beautiful sleek body now standing nakedly before him. For a moment his tortured 
eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the high, proud, 
dark-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that nestled up 
between Sylvia's smooth ivory-white thighs.
    Moving closer to the still seated young man, her hips swaying provocatively, 
Sylvia reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him unresistingly to his 
feet. As soon as he was standing before her, the exotic beauty moved closer 
still and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Even before she pulled the garment 
completely from him, the brazen seducer leaned forward and traced her stiffening 
nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest. Immediately the gasping husband 
felt a faint lurching in his tired loins. Even though he knew he should resist, 
Jack made no move to stop Sylvia as she began undoing his belt. Before he knew 
it his trousers were in a heap around his feet.
    "Kick off your shoes," Sylvia ordered, and he did. Jack was now standing 
wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through the opening was not 
exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as a moment before. His 
lovely seducer began to work the shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic 
waistband rub across the end of his still dripping cock. Once the thin garment 
was down around his ankles, Jack automatically kicked them free, at last 
standing completely naked, his reviving cock now at half-mast. Without a word 
Sylvia moved into his arms so that finally Jack was able to feel the full, 
sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his own trembling flesh. 
He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long moment their tongues met, 
darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths, and then she was 
slipping down, her soft flesh sliding lingeringly over his until she was on her 
knees before him. Reaching forward, Sylvia took his cock in her hands and placed 
it gently in the valley between her large taut breasts, then, sensuously, 
provocatively, the experienced woman pressed the soft white mounds together, 
trapping his penis between their seductive warmth, and began voluptuously 
working their tender beauty back and forth over his ever growing penis.
    From a few feet away Angela watched, fascinated by the smooth competent 
manner with which Sylvia managed her difficult husband. The younger girl was 
teaming, all right, and vowed that from now on she would use the beauty of her 
own body to better advantage.
    "I think we can start over again," Sylvia said. And sure enough, Jack was 
acutely aware of the huge throbbing member that disappeared between his sultry 
neighbor's high-mounded breasts. Never had it felt so big – never had he been so 
aware of its hardness. Wondering what this incredible brunette would do next, 
the young husband was totally unprepared for her next words.
    "Okay, big boy," she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free of 
her imprisoning flesh, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Angela, she ordered, 
"Go fuck your wife." For a moment neither Jack nor Angela moved, but their eyes 
met, shock registering on each of their faces at these totally unexpected words. 
Then suddenly the raging need in the young blonde's unfulfilled pussy overflowed 
to sweep over her entire body in a wave of red-hot lust.
    "Oh, Jack," she moaned, "Take me, please take me." And with that she lay 
down on the rug, her legs lewdly parted and her graceful arms held upward 
invitingly. Jack stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had ever managed to 
turn out like this. Looking down in amazement at his shamelessly aroused wife, 
ready to fuck him in front of another person, he began to realize that he 
definitely didn't know her. There was a lot more to her than the timid faithful 
young woman he had imagined her to be, but one thing was sure: she was ready to 
fuck and so was he!
    Quickly Jack positioned himself between his wife's long widespread legs, 
holding his erect penis in his hands as if it were something he was going to 
beat her with.
    "Oh, lover, fuck me," Angela pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding down into the 
carpet. Needing no further encouragement, Jack fell forward on that soft needing 
body, worming his cock up against her readily pulsing slit until the 
blood-swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. From the very first 
thrust, the eager husband knew he had a tiger on his hands, a mewling, 
straining, clawing she-wolf who made anyone he had ever known look like a frigid 
old maid.
    After only a few second's frantic action Jack was beginning to wonder if he 
would be able to handle his wife's long surpressed needs all by himself. Damn, 
she was a really hot little ball of sex today, he thought. Hadn't she even been 
fucking a dog when he came into the room?
    That's when the idea hit him, at first making his head spin as the obscene 
thought rocketed through his thoroughly aroused mind like a thunderbolt. The 
very depravity of the plan he was forming caused the young man to stop short in 
his fucking, stunned by his own audacity. Could he do it? His wife, twisting 
passionately below immediately noticed that he was no longer ruthlessly plunging 
his cock up into her burning depths, and asked pleadingly, "What's the matter, 
Jack? For God's sake, don't stop now."
    "Don't you worry, baby," he answered hoarsely. "You're gonna get all the 
fucking you can handle, but first I want you to wrap your arms and legs around 
me." Angela obeyed without hesitation, and then gasped in surprise as Jack 
quickly rolled them both over, until she was sitting on top, straddling his 
loins with his hotly throbbing penis impaling her cunt. Never having made love 
in this position before, the pleasantly surprised young wife began lifting her 
buttocks up in the air and then sliding down on her husband's lust-rigid rod of 
flesh, delighted at the new sensations she could work into her fiery cunt. Then 
she felt Jack's strong hands pulling her shoulders down while his loins pushed 
her own hips high up in the air.
    "Sylvia!" the young husband called, "Get Hans over here!" The dark-haired 
widow hesitated a moment, but then the first faint glimmer of understanding came 
over her face, changing to a lewd smile as she realized what Jack had in mind.
    "W-What's happening?" Angela asked in surprise.
    "We're gonna have a little company," Jack answered. "Hans is joining us." 
Still the confused young woman did not understand, but a second later she felt a 
familiar cold nose sniffing at her buttocks as Sylvia led the nervous animal up 
to her obscenely raised ass-cheeks. From the way the animal's nose was digging 
urgently up between her thighs, the young wife knew he meant to fuck her, but 
everything was filled back there except…
   "Oh God, no! You're not going to let him fuck me in the ass! He's too big, 
Jack, no, he'll rip me wide open."
    "Now take it easy, honey," her panting husband soothed. "Remember, your cunt 
was virgin once too. You'll get used to it." The suddenly terrified blonde 
struggled to get up but her husband's tight embrace held her fast, and then 
Hans' hairy forelegs settled once again around her quaking waist, pinning her 
from behind.
    "Oh, please, please. Jack… Hans… don't hurt me," the young wife pleaded. But 
it was far too late. No one in the room would have had the courage to pull Hans 
away now. He'd already been cheated of this luscious morsel once and now she lay 
helpless beneath him. The big dog moved in closer, shuffling forward on his hind 
legs while his bright pink tongue lolled excitedly from his mouth. Already the 
watching Sylvia could see his huge scarlet cock sliding wetly from under his 
belly, ready to thrust up between the buttocks of the young wife pinioned 
defenselessly below.
    Angela felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks, then 
slip into the wide-stretched crevice between her ass-cheeks, finally catching 
for a second at her tight little rubbery anus.
    Sensing that pointed presence jabbing threateningly at her vulnerable anal 
opening, the shaking young blonde tensed, knowing there were never any gentle 
moves from Hans. And sure enough, as soon as the big German shepherd sensed an 
available cavity before him, his powerful loins jerked forward, worming the tip 
of his monstrous cock just up inside the tight little nether ring. Immediately 
the excited animal began his usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding into the 
cringing white buttocks ahead.
    Wham, wham, wham, the huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust 
driving it another inch into the young wife's hot rubbery depths. She held stock 
still for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain, almost paralyzed by the 
terrible agony that tore into her skewered belly.
    "Aaaaaagggghh," she screamed, "he's killing me! Jack help, get him out of 
me! Make him stop!" Her husband's only answer was a mighty thrust of his own 
swollen penis up into her momentarily forgotten pussy from below, sending 
incredible waves of sensation flooding through her sandwiched loins. For a 
moment this new stimulation made Angela forget the alien presence tearing apart 
her tender rectum, and the desperate young woman decided to let the one fight 
the other. She found that by screwing her cunt as far down as possible on her 
husband's penis, she could almost cancel out the pain in her rectum. And in 
another few seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Hans' 
cock too as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the big dog 
easier access to her rectal depths.
    After a few experiments, the increasingly happy young woman found that the 
two huge cocks pounding up into her innermost depths were now fucking into her 
in lewd synchronization and she pressed back to meet their rhythmic forward 
rush, feeling as if some great molten ball of fire was regularly filling her 
belly, only to wane and then fill her once again.
    "Oh, lovers… beautiful cocks… pound into me… fill me, fill me," the suddenly 
raving young blonde moaned out.
    And standing a few feet away the still naked Sylvia felt her temperature 
rapidly rising as she stared at the obscene scene so near. Slowly her fingers 
groped down her body to slide over her pussy hair before finally digging up into 
her hot cunt below. For a moment the excited brunette was tempted to end it that 
way, to bring herself to orgasm with her own fingers, but somehow that didn't 
seem enough, confronted with the riving image of the three bodies locked tightly 
together on the carpet. Impulsively Sylvia dropped to her knees right beside 
Jack's head and then crawled close, lifting one knee and placing it on the other 
side of him so that her steaming loins were poised right over his face and her 
back was to Angela.
    At first Jack didn't know what was happening, only realized that somehow the 
light had been blotted out by some great hovering shadow, and then slowly he 
became aware of the moistly steaming cunt poised so near, its narrow ribbon-like 
cuntal lips gaping open hungrily showing the slippery pink flesh within. For a 
while he just stared, but then he heard Sylvia's voice. "Come on, big boy, eat 
it. Eat it like an oyster." Knowing now what was expected him, Jack saw the lewd 
feast slowly lowering itself to him and met it with his lips, opening them to 
suck in the tender cuntal flesh while his eager tongue shot out to bury itself 
wetly up into Sylvia's openly flowering vagina, causing such a bolt of sensual 
bliss to shoot through Sylvia's gently flexed loins that her head shot back and 
then began to twist wildly from side to side, the thick dark hair flying in a 
rich cloud about her lovely face. Angela suddenly found herself confronted with 
her neighbor's whitely rounded ass-cheeks, looming right under her face, and 
after a little confusion lowered her head to try and lick at Sylvia's tiny 
puckered anus, showing so clearly in the wide-split crack of her buttocks, but 
it was almost impossible because her whole body was pitched forward every time 
Hans and Jack rammed into her from behind and below. Strange masochistic 
pleasures seeped into the pinioned young woman's whirling mind as she was 
buffeted like a rag doll between her three panting companions, a mere object for 
their collective lust.
    Lying on the bottom of it all, Jack delighted in the gift of Sylvia's 
tender, sweet-smelling cunt, an unbelievable addition to the feel of his wife's 
pounding body over him and the weird sensation of his own pet dog's cock moving 
against his own deep within her loins, only a thin membrane separating the two 
rampaging male organs.
    The four bachanalian celebrants were unaware of how much time they spent 
locked together in their obscene tableau, filling the room with desperate gasps 
and the lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-filled orifices. And at the center 
of it all was the lovely, previously innocent Angela. Never before in her whole 
life had the blonde wife been so filled. Her whole nether region was stuffed 
with cock, her face buried against Sylvia's ripe buttocks. How would it all end? 
she wondered. How would it feel when those massive threatening penises began to 
spew their hot loads up into her totally receptive body? Suddenly her thoughts 
were interrupted by a choked moan ahead as Sylvia began to climax, driven to a 
wild frenzy by Jack's furiously lapping tongue, her hot pussy juices gushing 
down over the groaning man's upraised face. Angela could feel the older woman's 
buttocks jerking and trembling against her cheek, spasming in primordial 
release, and then Sylvia was gone, collapsing forward onto the rug in a moaning 
heap.
    Filled with a strange vigor from her dark-haired friend's powerful orgasm, 
the wildly aroused young wife crashed back against the two cocks behind, her 
lascivious wigglings finally pushing Hans over the edge so that all at once the 
big dog began emptying his animal sperm far up into the hot clutching depths of 
her quivering belly. The hard hot jets seemed to touch off some delicate trigger 
inside the already half-maddened blonde wife.
    "Oh God, fill me, lovers," she cried out. "Fill me with your wonderful cum." 
Angela jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times, wantonly drawing 
the milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal muscles, finally making it 
give up in weary exhaustion, all the life drained from it. As the German 
shepherd's shrinking scarlet member flopped uselessly from the tight little 
pucker of her anus, the young blonde now found herself alone with her husband, 
his the only lust-engorged penis still invading her wildly aroused body. Knowing 
that her own orgasm was only seconds away, the sex-crazed wife began to raise 
her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all of her husband's 
thickly gleaming penis slid out of her streaming pussy before she crashed 
heavily back down again, as if to drive the huge pleasure-giving shaft all the 
way through her body.
    "I-I'm cumming, Jack… cumming… cummm… Aaaaahhhhh…"
    The tired young husband smiled up as his beautiful blonde wife sobbed out 
her passion above. "I've been saving something for you," he said with tender 
glee, and then his own sperm shot up from the sanctuary of his balls to race the 
length of his pistoning cock before finally mingling far up inside his wife's 
churning vagina with her own gushing cuntal secretions. For endless moments the 
young married couple strained together in final bliss, joined by the hot 
life-giving cum that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. When it was 
over, and they lay still at last, their arms remained locked around one another 
in loving embrace as they were finally joined together in mutually shared bliss. 
They might have stayed that way longer if they had not been aroused by a wry 
chuckle.
    "Never figured myself for a matchmaker," Sylvia said. "But what the hell, I 
couldn't have my only neighbors at each other's throats. Don't you think it's 
better to have… good community relations?" and she laughed again, moving a 
little nearer to the now smiling couple. Warmly they opened their arms to her, 
but before she slipped into the loving embrace, the beautiful brunette looked 
back over her shoulder.
    "Hans! Come and join us boy. I think we've just started a new comune." And 
the big German Sheppard came bounding over with a happy yelp of joy.


The End

