Puppy Love
by Unknown
(ST-1)


FOREWORD 

Lovely Lucy writhed naked on her bed, masturbating. Eric, her faithful Great 
Dane, sat at the foot of his mistress' bed. 

Lucy was blonde and luscious. Her fingers were a blur of motion as they 
rubbed hot pleasure into her clitoris. 

Eric's moist, brown eyes watched her with almost human intelligence. The 
nostrils of his snout widened as he caught the female scent of her. 

Lucy was sweaty and trembling. In the midst of her pleasure, she felt 
lonely. If only there was someone to share her bed! 

Someone or something. 

As if he could read her mind, Eric rose and clambered up on the bed. The 
bedsprings creaked under the weight of the massive Great Dane. 

He squatted down between Lucy's spread legs, resting his boxlike head on his 
forepaws. 

He opened his snout, and his long, pinkish-brown tongue suddenly slurped 
over Lucy's dripping pussy. 

Lucy cried, "Eric! What-what are you doing?! " 

She did not make a move to push the dog away. 

Eric's massive tongue unfurled like a flag and played over her pussy, 
rubbing and exciting her throbbing clitoris. 

Never before in her young life had Lucy had a tonguing like this! 

Eric's pointed ears perked up as Lucy rubbed his head. "Nice doggie," she 
moaned. "Good doggie!" 

And suddenly she felt herself trembling on the brink of the most intense 
orgasm of her life.. . 

 CHAPTER ONE 

At nine forty-five PM one weeknight, a Wednesday, young Lucy Weston ran out 
of tea. 

This was going to affect the course of her life, although she didn't suspect 
it at the time. 

Lucy was lovely. She was twenty-six years old, a lithe, sunny, fresh-faced, 
young lady from Ohio who was making her way in New York City as a commercial 
artist. 

She was taller than the average, with a well conditioned body toned into 
peak fitness from years of tennis and swimming and other athletic pursuits. 

Not that she was unfeminine. Far from it. She had hair as golden as a Kansas 
wheat field, and eyes as blue as the sky or the sea. 

Her breasts were lush and lovely. They were perhaps a trifle too large for 
someone with her generally slender build, but Lucy had never heard any 
complaints on that score. 

Her face was clean-lined and well formed, with delicate features and a 
sensitive, pink-lipped mouth. A scattering of pale freckles, childishly 
charming, dotted her thin nose and rosy cheeks. 

It was summer in the city. She lived in a very small apartment in a 
neighborhood that wasn't very nice. 

To put it bluntly, the place was a dump, and only her hard work and artist's 
eye had made it livable and-pleasant. 

Even so, she paid quite a large sum in rent every month. Living space in 
Manhattan was at a premium, and Lucy counted herself lucky to get what she 
had. 

It was very hot in the apartment. It didn't have air conditioning. Only a 
small, ineffective fan kept the air circulating. 

Lucy wore a pair of faded denim cut-off shorts. They were cut very short, 
and the fringed leg openings only came to the tops of her polished thighs. 

She wasn't wearing any top. She was nude from the waist up. Her lush, heavy 
breasts were firm and high on her lean torso. 

Her long, fine hair was tied up in a bun at the top of her head, to keep it 
out of her way while she painted. 

She was working on a cover for a children's book she was illustrating. She 
was hunched over her drawing board. 

She had been working hard all day. Deciding to give herself a break, she 
padded barefoot into the kitchen to make herself some tea. 

She opened the cupboard drawer, and found that the box of tea bags were 
empty. 

This was a disappointment. Lucy planned to work on, into the night, and she 
had counted on having restorative cups of tea to help her along. 

She looked at the kitchen clock. It was nine forty-five. If she hurried, she 
could get to the corner drugstore before it closed at ten. 

She went back into the studio, and pulled on a white T-shirt. The soft 
material clung to her lush curves, and her pointed nipples were outlined 
against the fabric. 

She pulled on a pair of sandals, picked up her pocket book, and hurried to 
the door. 

She adjusted the dead-bolt police lock on the door. As in most parts of the 
metropolitan area, crime had gone wild, and even a girl from Ohio knew 
enough to get the finest lock available for her door. 

She stepped into the dim hall and closed the door, hearing the lock click 
into place. 

She descended the flights of stairs in a hurry. They were dim, and there was 
the ammonia odor of human urine hanging over them. 

Disgusting. People were such pigs. 

Lucy stepped onto the stone front steps. Mrs. Rodriquez sat on the steps, 
fanning herself with her good hand. 

She was a big, fat, shapeless woman in a faded and stained dress. Her 
fat-thickened legs were covered with bright, gleaming metal braces. 

Mrs. Rodriguez had been mugged a few months ago by some street kids. Kids! 
Lucy laughed at the ridiculousness of the term. 

These so-called "kids" had adult skills when it came to rape, robbery, and 
murder. 

The elderly Hispanic had been lucky. They had taken her purse, then beat the 
hell out of her. But at least they had let her live. 

Lucy side-stepped the large hulk of the woman, and hurried down the street. 

It was a steamy New York night. The air was thick and heavy, like soup. It 
was greasy and dirty, and made her feel the same way, just from stepping 
outside into it. 

Lucy hurried toward the corner, the soles of her sandals flip-flapping on 
the cracked pavement. 

Garbage cans and piles of trash lined the sidewalk, forcing her to step into 
the street. The garbage stank of spoiled milk and rotten fruit. 

Lucy saw the lights of the grocery on the corner. It was a small operation, 
a mom-and-pop kind of place. 

She slowed down as she approached. Three youths loitered in front of the 
store. They were all in their teens. They were loud and raucous as they 
jeered each other and joked crudely. 

They fell silent when they saw Lucy come closer. One of them nudged his 
partner, and the three of them turned to stare at her. 

Lucy felt their eyes burning into her like lasers. Her stomach tightened 
into a knot of nerves. 

For an instant, she thought of turning around, and hurrying back to her 
apartment, forgetting about the tea. 

But that was ridiculous. After all, the three youths were just kids, that's 
all. The oldest of them couldn't have been more than eighteen, and the 
youngest was a baby-faced fifteen. 

Just kids, that's all.. . 

They stared at her. It was Lucy who looked away first. She hurried into the 
store. 

One of the youths, tall and thin and gawky, with a faint, pencil-thin 
moustache and masses of dark, curly hair, pursed his lips and made wet, 
kissing noises as she brushed by them. 

His buddies laughed real low and dirty. 

Lucy went down the aisle, found the tea, and took the box to the counter. An 
old bald man in a soiled white apron took her money. 

Lucy let' out a sigh of relief as she exited the store. The three youths 
were nowhere in sight. 

Tucking the box under one arm, and tightening her grip on her pocketbook, 
she hurried back toward her apartment. 

A row of tenements lined the street. There were lots of stoops and shadows. 

Bending her head down, Lucy trudged toward her apartment. She was looking at 
the pavement, so she almost bumped into the person who suddenly stepped out 
of the shadows and barred her way on the sidewalk. 

Gasping, she looked up. It was the youth who had made the kissing sounds. 
His thin lips were drawn back into a leer. 

"What's the hurry, baybee?" he said. "Don't you want to get acquainted?" 

"Excuse me," she muttered. She moved to step around him, but he just moved 
and continued to block her path. 

She felt the presence of others behind her, and looked quickly over her 
shoulder. 

The two comrades of the teenager in front of her were at her back. They 
pressed close in behind her. 

Suddenly, she felt something sharp prick her bottom, and she gasped. She saw 
the glittering blade which one of the boys held in his hand.. . 

The one blocking her path said, "Scream, and we leave your guts spilled on 
the sidewalk, right?" 

He put his finger against her lips. "Shhhh." 

The one with the knife said, "Fuck around and get cute, and I'll cut your 
liver out, bitch. I'll open you up like a can of mother fucking beans." 

Lucy looked desperately from side to side. 

A car drove past. Windows in the tenements were open and the sound of radios 
blared out 

Lucy said, "What-what do you want?" 

The one in front of her said, "We just want to, you know, share the wealth, 
honey." 

She tried to hand him her pocket book. "Take it. Just take the money, and 
leave me alone." 

"Shut up." 

The one with the knife poked her buttock. 

"Yeah, shut up, bitch." 

The third member of the group just giggled in a high-pitched voice. 

The one with the knife said, "What we do, Paco?" 

Paco was the one standing in front of her. "We go for a little walk." 

He took Lucy's arm. "You come with me, baybee. And don't make no trouble. 
That wouldn't be very smart." 

"Please, just take the money-" she begged. 

He pulled her along. "Let's go." 

A flight of stone stairs ran under the stoop and led to a basement entrance. 
The three youths crowded around Lucy, and forced her down the stairs. 

Lucy was so frightened she felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't 
believe that this was happening to her in the middle of the street, in her 
own neighborhood. 

It was dark and shadowed under the stoop. The third boy, the giggler, opened 
the door. 

Paco put his hand on her back, and pushed her through the open door. He 
pushed her so hard that Lucy stumbled and fell. 

She was in a dimly lit hallway. The floor and walls were stone. Ancient 
water and steam pipes looped down from the ceiling. 

The three punks crowded around her. One of them closed the door and locked 
it. They clustered around, leering down at her. 

Paco was the tallest of the trio. He looked long and ungainly, like a 
stilt-legged flamingo. 

The one with the knife was a black youth. He wore burgundy pants, sneakers, 
and a sleeveless shirt. His wiry body looked like it was made out of rubber. 
His hair was cut close to his scalp. 

The third was a white youth, about fifteen or sixteen. He had a pimply, bony 
face and dead eyes. His hair was gathered back in a long pony tail. He wore 
jeans with a chain belt, and a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off. 

Paco said, "Lou, you play watchdog, make sure that nobody's coming down 
here, man." 

The punk with the ponytail complained, "How come I got to do it?" 

Paco laughed. "Don't worry, you'll get your turn. Everybody will." He told 
the youth with the knife, "Melvin, check the purse, man." 

Melvin tore the pocket book from Lucy's hands. He opened it and ransacked 
it. He found her wallet and thumbed through it. 

"What's she got, man?" Paco said. 

"Nothin', man. Fifteen mother fucking dollars, that's all." 

"That ain't much." 

"Fucking bitch is holding out on us." 

"That right, lady?" Paco leered. "You holding out on us?" 

"No," Lucy said, breathless with fear. "No, I'm not, I swear. That's all I 
have." 

Paco took the money, a ten-dollar bill and five ones, folded it, and put it 
in his pants pockets. 

Melvin said, "Hey, man, what the fuck?! " 

"Yeah, what the fuck?" Lou said. 

"Don't worry, amigos," Paco laughed. "We'll split it up all nice and even 
later." 

He moved toward Lucy. Instinctively she backed away, cowering on the stone 
floor. 

He said, "You holding out on us, pretty lady?" 

"That's all I have, I swear it!" Lucy's voice cracked with fear. The trio 
got a big laugh out of that. 

"I think you lying, baybee," Paco said. "I think maybe you got more money 
hidden on you, that's what I think. I think maybe I'm going to have to 
search you good." 

"Please, don't-" Lucy's eyes were wet with tears. 

Paco bent over. He took a handful of Lucy's shirt and suddenly, savagely 
ripped it open. 

The fabric tore, ripping down the center, exposing her breasts. Paco ripped 
the shirt to shreds, and tore the shreds off her trembling body. 

"Hey, what you know about that?" he said softly. "The way they make things 
nowadays, it's a goddam shame. Shirt got all ripped to pieces, and I hardly 
touched it. How about that?" 

Lucy's arms were crossed over her chest, trying to conceal her breasts. Her 
nipples were covered, but the abundant fullness of her breasts spilled over 
her arms. 

"I don't see nothing hidden there," Paco said. "Guess I'll have to search a 
little deeper." 

"Oh God, please, don't," Lucy moaned. 

Melvin pressed the point of the knife to her pulsing throat. "Shut the fuck 
up, bitch. I'll cut your mother fucking tongue out of your mouth." 

"You better not," Lou said. "I want to use that mouth." 

Paco reached for the top of Lucy's shorts. Lucy was breathless with fear, 
and she shook all over. 

Sneering down at her, he undid the snaps of her shorts. They sounded very 
loud as they popped open. 

He pulled down her zipper. As the zipper opened, it revealed her smooth 
pubic mound, and the soft, tangled curls of her pubic patch. 

"Hey, how about that!" Paco whistled softly. "This little honey don't wear 
no panties!" 

"Must be a whore," Lou said. 

"That right, baybee?" Paco asked. "You a whore?" 

"No!" Lucy said. 

"I don't believe you. I think you're a fucking cunt whore. Hey, you don't 
mind giving the three of us a free ride, do you? I mean, you ain't 
prejudiced, are you?" 

Lucy had to go to the bathroom. She fought the urge to wet herself. 

Melvin said, "Come on, man, cut the bullshit and take down them pants. We 
ain't got all fucking night." 

Paco gripped Lucy's cut-off shorts, and pulled them down off her hips, down 
her polished thighs, down her shapely calves, and off her ankles. He tossed 
them over his shoulders. 

The cold stone was rough against Lucy's naked bottom. She kept her thighs 
tightly closed. 

Paco said to Melvin, "You go first, man. I'll hold the blade." 

"Right on, brother!" 

Paco took the knife from Melvin. Melvin opened his pants, and let them drop 
down to his ankles. 

His body was hairless, with the exception of a dark pubic patch. His cock 
was long and thick and semi-erect. It dangled against his thigh. 

He took his cock in hand, and contemptuously shook it at her. "Look what I 
got for you, bitch!" 

His member jerked and quivered at his touch. It raised upright, thickening, 
until it was stiff and hard. 

Melvin got down on his knees. He grabbed Lucy by the hair, yanking it so 
that she cried out in pain. 

Paco pressed the blade against her throat. "Noise is a no-no, baybee. You 
just keep nice and. quiet, okay?" 

Melvin pushed her so that she lay on her back on the floor. It was cool 
against her flesh. 

Looking up she could see Melvin and Paco leering down at her. Melvin knelt 
between her legs. Paco knelt at her side, holding the knife to her throat. 

She whispered, "I I'll do whatever you want. Please don't kill me." 

"Kill you?" Paco chuckled. "We ain't going to kill you. Not before we do it, 
anyway. What you think we are, perverts? After, maybe, but not before." 

The other two had a laugh over that one. 

Melvin's bony knees forced her legs apart. Her pussy was nakedly exposed. 

Melvin lay down on top of her. .Her flesh crawled at his touch. She groaned 
in fear and revulsion, and turned her head to one side, squeezing her eyes 
shut. 

Melvin's hard cock rubbed against her thighs. It felt hot. Hot, and stiff. 

He took his cock in hand, and rubbed it against her tender labia. He rubbed 
it hard, and it hurt her and she moaned. 

The touch of cold steel against the throbbing veins in her throat was Paco's 
reminder for her to keep quiet. 

Melvin's cock head prodded her pussy. She was tight and dry, not lubricated. 

"Yeah, I got something for you, bitch," Melvin said, "and here it is!" 

He shoved his cock into her. He pushed the cock head between her labia. It 
penetrated an inch or two before being stopped by the tightness of her dry 
pussy. 

Melvin said, "Mother fucker!" 

"What's wrong, man?" Paco asked. Then he said eagerly, "Don't tell me this 
cunt's a fucking virgin!" 

"Fuck no, she's just tight." 

"Stick her, man!" 

Lou, peering out the door, turned his head and said, "Yeah, man, stick her 
for Christ's sake." 

Melvin shoved forward, getting another inch of his cock inside her. Lucy 
gasped and groaned. 

Paco clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her outcries. "Shove it good 
into the bitch, man!" 

Lucy wriggled her hips in pain. Melvin's hands were like living shadows as 
they fastened on her white hips, pinning her to the floor. 

He dug his toes into the pavement, and pushed forward. By fractions of 
inches, his cock slowly penetrated her. 

Lucy's grunts and groans rose to a high, wailing squeal of pain as the 
rapist's cock penetrated her pussy all the way. 

"How is she, man?" Paco asked. 

"Tight," Melvin said. "Tighter than a finance company repossession man! But 
I be splitting the bitch like a knife into an apple!" 

Melvin shoved back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her. Lucy's 
pussy began to drip with secretions merely as a protective device, to 
minimize the brutal fucking she was getting. 

Melvin shoved in and out of her. His bony knees scraped on the concrete 
floor. 

He brutally squeezed and rubbed her breasts, shoving them together, plumping 
them up. 

He bit her breast. His yellowed teeth sank into her flesh and bit down, 
until Lucy writhed from the pain of it. 

"That's it, bitch," he said. "Move your mother fucking ass, you cunt!" 

Melvin's belly slapped against hers. He fucked her like he was trying to 
pound her through the floor. 

Lucy's eyes were open in wide, staring horror. 

Melvin groaned and panted. Suddenly, he shoved as deep into her as he could 
go. 

His cock stopped its restless in-and-out motion, and stayed inside her. She 
felt the member throbbing against the chafed and irritated walls of her 
pussy. 

Melvin gasped. Semen spurted from his cock, gushing out all over Lucy's 
pussy, smearing the stuff inside her. 

She shook with heartbroken sobs, wishing she could somehow burn the filth 
out of her. 

Melvin lay on top of her, sighing and rolling his eyes. Paco said, "Okay, 
man, you got your shot. Now, quit pigging her, and let somebody else have a 
go." 

Melvin rocked back, pulling his hips backward. His brown, semen-oiled cock 
slid out of her. The knobbed head came free from her abused pussy lips. 

Paco said, "Now, ain't you ashamed of yourself? You made the pretty lady 
cry." 

"All the mother fucking cunts cry when I lay them," Melvin boasted. 

Lucy closed her thighs. She felt semen oozing inside her. Her lush breasts 
bobbed as she shook with silent sobbing. 

Melvin pulled up his pants, and tucked his still-erect cock inside them. "I 
could use another go, man. I still be hard." 

"Maybe later, man," Paco said. "Right now, go by the door and take Lou's 
place." 

Lou, surprised, said, "Hey, you mean I get to go next?" 

"Fucking A," Paco said. 

"That's all right, man!" 

"You know I always take care of my buddies," Paco said. 

Melvin went over by the door, and Lou came over. He said, "Man, she's got 
nice tits. Like a centerfold in a magazine." 

"She got a nice hot pussy, too," Melvin said. "Try it." 

Lou squeezed and rubbed his cock through his trousers. He licked his lips as 
he stared down at the violated girl. 

He leaned over, and grabbed a handful of Lucy's hair, pulling it by the 
roots. She turned white as a sheet from the pain. 

"On your knees, cunt, on your knees," Lou said. 

"Uh-oh," Melvin said. "You'd best be careful, man. Watch out for them 
teeth." 

"Why? She ain't gonna bite," Lou said. "Gimme the knife, man." 

Paco handed him the switchblade. Lou jabbed the pointed tip into the 
softness of her breast, drawing a ruby droplet of blood. 

"Get on your knees, cunt," Lou said. 

Lucy forced herself to kneel at his feet. 

Lucy shivered with the chills. Her body shook and her pink nipples hardened 
so that they stood out at the tips of her breasts like pink points. 

Lou wrapped his fingers into her golden hair. She looked up at him. Licking 
his lips, he reached for the tops of his trousers. 

He opened his pants, pulled down the zipper, and fumbled "out his cock. It 
was short and thick and stubby, uncircumcised. His balls were swollen and 
hairy. 

His body was covered with a thick matting of stubby, scratchy hair which was 
almost like wool. It covered his spindly legs and his thighs and belly. 

He smelled bad. The body odor wafted off him, attacking her nostrils, 
sickening her. 

His cock angled obscenely in front of her face. His cock was stiff and hard. 
The sensitive head emerged from behind the protection of the foreskin. 

Lou pressed the knife to a point right below her ear. He said, "I feel those 
teeth start to tighten up even a little bit, you'll be dead before you know 
it. Dig?" 

Lucy nodded her head, too terrified to speak. 

Lou patted her cheek, turning the pats into stinging slaps. "You ain't gonna 
bite, are you, bitch?" 

She shook her head no. 

"Then get down to it. Suck me good. Open up that pretty mouth of yours." 

Lucy parted her lips, and opened her mouth. Lou gripped his cock, and guided 
it inside her mouth. 

Lucy pressed her lips against the shaft. She could feel the blue veins which 
wound around the shaft throbbing against her lips. 

The cold steel pressing against her throat was a constant reminder of the 
quick death which awaited her if she moved wrong. 

Lou's face scrunched up in a sigh of pleasure as his cock was taken inside 
her warm, wet mouth. 

He wiggled his hips. "Suck it, bitch." 

Fighting her revulsion, Lucy rubbed the flat of her tongue against his 
shaft. She just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. 

Lou groaned as her tongue flicked over his cock head, brushing against the 
tiny hole in the tip. 

Lucy's cheeks went hollow as she sucked his member. Her sleek, slippery, wet 
cheeks pressed against his cock. 

Lou used her mass of hair as a kind of rein with which to steer and guide 
his human animal. 

He pushed her head back and forth, so that his cock pumped in and out of her 
mouth. On the out-stroke, his member would emerge from between her pink 
lips, so that only the knobbed head remained in her mouth. 

Then, clenching his buttocks, he would shove forward, pushing his cock all 
the way inside, until the head bumped against the tender tissues at the back 
of her throat, nearly gagging her. 

He moved back and forth, in and out, guiding her head in response. His rod 
of flesh was hard and hot in her wet mouth. 

As he moved, his ponytail whipped his shoulders. He said, "When I come, you 
better swallow all of it, you slut." 

He pushed in and out, faster and faster. His chest rose and fell with heavy 
breathing. Lucy's jaw ached and throbbed. 

Suddenly, he pulled her to him, and held her head in place. He shoved deep 
inside her mouth, and came. 

Semen spurted down her tongue and throat. Lucy's jaw muscles and throat 
muscles worked as she gulped, trying to swallow his come. 

She swallowed it quickly, like a child trying to gulp down a dose of 
bad-tasting medicine. 

Lou kept his cock in her mouth. It quivered and throbbed as the last drops 
of come were squeezed out of his swollen balls. 

He groaned, and his buttocks were tightly clenched. 

Finally, he took his cock out of her mouth. There was a liquid popping sound 
as the cock head came free of her puckered lips. 

Semen dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, and down her chin. 

Lou said, "You did that real good, pretty lady. You're an A-number one 
cocksucker, yes you are." 

He tightened his grip on her hair, twisting it so that she cried out. He 
said, "I got something else you can do you can lick my balls and ass!" 

He started to pull her head toward his groin. Paco said, "I got something 
for you to do, man you can get the fuck out of here, and let me take my 
turn!" 

Lou said, "Come on, man, I ain't finished!" 

"You're finished when I say you're finished, mother-fucker, and I say you're 
finished now! You came now get the fuck out of the way, and let me take my 
turn!" 

"Okay, okay," Lou said, backing down. "Just kidding. You don't have to get 
agitated or nothing." 

Lou stepped aside, and Paco took his place. Lucy's eyes were closed, and her 
head was bowed. 

He said, "Turn around, and get on your hands and knees, bitch." 

Stifling a moan, Lucy turned, bent forward, and put her hands on the cold 
concrete floor. 

Paco swatted her behind. "Raise that ass up! That's better." 

Lucy knelt. Behind her, she heard Paco unbuckling his belt, and unzipping 
his pants. 

She shivered as she felt his clammy hands fondling her bottom. He said, "You 
sure got a pretty ass, pretty lady!" 

Paco knelt on the floor behind her, his knees on the concrete. His cock was 
long and thin and hard. 

He lifted it and placed it in the crack of her ass, where it nestled like a 
hot dog in a bun. 

It was hot and stiff. Lucy shuddered as it rubbed against her butter-smooth 
ass cheeks. 

Paco put his hands on her bottom, digging his fingers into the cheeks. He 
pulled them to the sides and apart, exposing her dark crack. 

Lucy's tight, brown-ringed anus puckered and contracted as it was exposed. 
She cried out as Paco roughly shoved his finger inside her ass. 

He said, "Hot damn, that's tight! I haven't seen an asshole that tight since 
we got that fourteen year old kid in the correction center!" 

"Yeah, remember him?" Lou laughed. "He was tighter than a new pair of 
shoes." 

"Not when we were finished with him," Paco laughed. "Hey, you know what I 
think this bitch is a virgin in her ass!" 

He said to Lucy, "That's right, ain't it, baybee? You ain't never been 
fucked in your ass, right?" 

"N-no, never!" Lucy said. 

"Dig that," Melvin said. 

"Shit, now I know why you were saving her for last," Lou said. "You're a 
fucking asshole bandit!" 

"You got it, man!" 

"No she gets it." 

"You goddamn right she's going to get it! I'm going to crack her cherry!" 

Paco rubbed his cock head in her ass crack. The head brushed her tight anus. 

Lucy pleaded, "Please don't stick it in there! Please don't, please!" 

"Shut up cunt " Paco hissed "Hey, Mel, you got something to shut this cunt's 
mouth with?" 

"You know it," Melvin grinned. 

Paco said, "Go play look-out, Lou." 

Lou and Melvin exchanged places. Melvin, stood in front of Lucy, looking 
down at her. He took down his pants, and knelt. 

Paco spit in his hand, and smeared it in the crack of Lucy's ass. He smeared 
most of it in her tight-clenching anus. 

He smeared some more saliva on his cock, oiling the swollen head of it. 
Gripping his member, he placed the cock head against her anus. 

It quivered and shrank at his touch, closing in on itself. Paco pushed 
forward, guiding the tip of his cock into the tiny opening. 

Lucy wailed and moaned as the blunt, wide cock head forced her opening wide 
and penetrated. 

She grunted. Melvin took his erect cock in his hand. He grabbed her hair, 
and pulled his head down to him. 

Lucy's bottom wiggled from side to side. Paco held it in place, and shoved 
his cock head past her tight sphincter muscle. 

Lucy opened her mouth to scream. Melvin shoved his stiff cock into her 
mouth, gagging her with a hard rod of flesh. 

Now that he had cracked her, and gotten his cock head past her sphincter and 
inside her rectum, the rest was relatively easy for Paco. 

He clutched her struggling hips so tightly that his fingers bruised her 
tender flesh. He shoved his hips forward, penetrating her with his cock. 

Lucy squealed and gasped. Melvin slapped her face. "Suck my cock, bitch!" 

Paco shoved deep in her, burying his shaft in her hot, tight, creamy hole. 
He moved back and forth, fucking her in the ass. 

Her dangling breasts shook from side to side. Paco reached under her, and 
dug his nails into her soft breasts, scratching and hurting them. 

Melvin hurt her, too. She didn't know what was worse, the awful pain of the 
hard cock in her bottom, or his vicious slaps. 

The only way to stop the slapping was to do as he said. Lucy hollowed her 
cheeks and sucked his cock. 

He gripped her face in both hands, holding her mouth in place while he 
fucked it like it was a pussy. 

He was long and hard, and when he shoved in, the cock bumped the back of her 
throat, choking and gagging her. 

She whipped her tongue across the underside of his cock, trying to make him 
come as quickly as possible, so it would be over. 

Paco dug his nails into her ass cheeks, clawing red scratches and abusing 
her tender flesh. 

His balls slapped against her ass as he shoved in and out. It was just as 
well for Lucy that she couldn't see his face as he raped her bottom it was 
the face of a sick, sadistic maniac. 

He gripped her hips, and shoved deep. Lucy choked back a scream. His cock 
stiffened and throbbed inside her as Paco came. 

He shot his semen, spilling the sticky stuff inside her vitals. At the same 
time, Melvin shoved his cock in and out of her mouth. 

Paco groaned, and stopped moving at the moment of his climax. A moment 
later, Melvin came inside ner mouth. 

Paco pulled his cock out of her ass. Her puckered anus seemed to clutch at 
the knobbed cock head as it worked free. 

Then he was out of her, and pulling up his pants. 

Melvin took his cock out of her mouth. It was wet with her saliva and his 
come. A fat glob of semen clung to the pointed tip of the member. 

Contemptuously, he wiped his cock clean of semen on her golden hair before 
tucking his member back into his pants. 

Lou hissed, "Hey, there's a cop car down the street!" 

"Coming this way?" Paco asked. 

"No, just sitting there. Some old clowns are leaning on the side, shooting 
the shit." 

"No sweat, then," Paco said. 

Melvin said, "Maybe we better beat it, man. I don't need to get tangled up 
in no law." 

Paco shrugged. "Suit yourself." 

He went through Lucy's wallet. 

Clutching her stomach, Lucy collapsed. She toppled on her side, and lay 
there, doubled over, moaning softly and crying. 

Paco came over to her. He kicked her to get her attention. "Hey! Hey, cunt!" 

She looked up at him. Paco flapped her ID card in front of her face. 

He said, "I know where you live, bitch. Where to find you. So you just 
better be smart, and forget all about us. You call the law, and we'll be 
back for another visit, only it won't be no fun and games like it was this 
time. You call the law, we put the hurt on you." 

Grinning evilly, he tore the ID card to shreds in front of her, and let the 
little pieces drift down over her naked body like flakes of snow. 

Lou said, "Man, those cops are cruising slow down the street!" 

"Big fucking deal. We take the back way out of here, that's all." 

Paco unzipped his fly. Melvin said, "What you doing, man?" 

"Just adding some finishing touches," Paco said. 

His cock was semi-erect. He gripped it and aimed it at Lucy. 

He kicked Lucy with the pointed toe of his shoe. "Hey, cunt, look up." 

He pissed on Lucy's head and upper body. Lou giggled. Lucy groaned in 
disgust. 

When he was done, Paco put his cock back in his pants, and pulled up his 
fly. 

He said, "You a real boss looking chick. Maybe we come back for some more 
later on, now that we know where you live." 

Melvin, Paco, and Lou ran down the opposite end of the hallway. Their 
sneakered feet padded on the concrete floor. 

Lucy heard a door opening, then slamming shut. 

She lay very still, not moving, holding her breath and not making a sound. 
It was hard for her to believe that the ordeal was over. 

She waited five, ten minutes. All she heard was the sound of water hissing 
through the pipes, and toilets flushing somewhere in the building. 

Her jaws ached. Her bottom felt like it had been split up the middle. Her 
pussy was raw and irritated. Semen oozed in her pussy and her anus. 

She forced herself to sit up. She used what was left of the shredded T-shirt 
to wipe herself clean. 

She pulled on her shorts and sandals. In the basement she found an old 
blanket. It was filthy and greasy, but she wrapped it around her upper body, 
huddling in it, grateful. 

Her foot brushed against something. It was the box of tea she had gone out 
to get. The tea bags were spilled all over the floor. 

For some reason, it struck her as funny. A box of tea. That was all she had 
wanted. Hysteria bubbled in her throat, and she choked it back. 

She had only gone to the corner grocery for a box of tea. But in New York 
City, that's all it takes to get into big, big trouble. 

Because in New York City, the animals run wild in the street, and the decent 
citizens huddle in the cages which are their apartments and homes. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lucy didn't go to the police. She wasn't stupid. She had been in New York 
City long enough to know how the city's so-called justice system worked, or 
rather, how it didn't work. 

She knew that even if the police apprehended the three rapists, her problems 
would be just beginning. 

They were young, and they would be dealt with as juveniles, rather than as 
adult criminals. 

Their court-appointed lawyer would manage to get them out on a ridiculously 
low bail in as short a time as possible. 

And once they were free on bail, they would have all the time in the world 
to hunt her down and make sure that she couldn't testify. 

Even if she managed to evade them, and they were actually convicted, the 
turnstile system of sentencing guaranteed that they would be free and back 
oh the streets in a very short time possibly in less than six months. 

Once they were free, they would surely find her, and make her pay. 

Besides, she was enough of a realist to know that in a rape case, it's not 
the criminals who are on trial it's the victim. 

The three young punks would surely claim that she had wanted it, that she 
had led them on. They might even claim that she was a hooker who had gone to 
the cops when they didn't pay her enough. 

Then, she would be the one on the witness stand, as every intimate detail of 
her personal life was raked over by an oily and insinuating defense attorney 
who would do everything he could to blacken her character and personal 
reputation. 

It didn't take much imagination for her to think of the leading and 
suggestive questions she would be asked. 

How do you make your living, Miss Weston? Oh, you're an "artist", are you? 
Wouldn't you say that you live a rather, er, bohemian life? I see that your 
paintings include a number of nude males. Were they painted from life? Oh, 
they were, were they? So, you admit that you had naked young men posing for 
hours in the privacy of your studio. Are you sure that's all they did, just 
pose? 

The questioning would continue in that vein. Lucy had suffered enough, and 
she had no intention of subjecting herself to that kind of torment. 

Not to mention the articles in the paper, articles which might somehow get 
back to her little hometown in Ohio, where her parents and relatives lived.. 
. 

No, she didn't go to the police. She went to a doctor for treatment. It was 
a female physician. She couldn't bring herself to go to a male doctor. 

The doctor had treated her and given her a shot of antibiotics to protect 
her against infection. 

The doctor knew she had been raped. She made a half-hearted attempt to 
convince Lucy to go to the police. 

But the doctor knew enough about the way the system worked not to urge Lucy 
too hard. 

Lucy asked her, as she was dressing, "If it was your daughter that it 
happened to, would you tell her to report it?" 

And the doctor had to admit that no, she wouldn't let her daughter come 
forward and testify in such a case. 

That's the way it is in New York City in the last quarter of the twentieth 
century. 

After the first, sickening fear of death and mutilation had ebbed (but not 
vanished, oh no) Lucy was filled with a tremendous rage. 

All the ugly things she had seen since leaving Ohio, those grotesque street 
scenes and disgusting characters which she had tried to repress, came 
flooding back into her head. 

She felt like a prisoner in her own apartment. Thank God the place was as 
secure as it could possibly be. 

The day after the attack, she had a locksmith come over to the apartment, 
and give it the security-safety check. 

She had an alarm system wired to the doors and windows. It helped, but it 
wasn't enough. 

She wanted to buy a gun. She had grown up on a farm, and knew how to handle 
firearms. 

But the authorities, in all their infinite wisdom, had decreed that the 
law-abiding citizenry of New York were to be disarmed. 

New York had one of the toughest gun control laws in the nation, although it 
hadn't done a damned thing to lower the rate of rapes, robberies, and 
murders. 

It ensured that decent citizens like Lucy were unable to protect themselves. 
The street punks and the criminals had no trouble getting their hands on any 
weapons they wanted, though. 

Lucy needed something for protection but what? 

She discovered the answer one week after the night of the rape. 

It was in the middle of the afternoon. Lucy didn't go out after dark, not 
any more. She was even afraid to go out in the day. 

She had an appointment with the director of an exclusive gallery in SoHo. 
Lucy had waited a long time to make this important connection, and so 
couldn't afford to cancel or postpone it. 

She took color slides of some of her latest work, got into a cab, and rode 
down to the gallery. 

It was a small place, tucked between two industrial warehouses. Lucy entered 
the building. 

An attractive brunette was working behind the desk. She was about 
twenty-five years old. 

She had short, neatly cut hair which was parted in the center, and brushed 
her shoulders. 

She was long and lean, with pert, firm breasts. She wore a beige skirt and a 
blazer to match. Her name was Robin. 

Lucy gave her her name. Robin said, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Benton is waiting to see 
you. Right back that way." 

She turned and gestured toward a door at the back of the hall. As Lucy went 
past, she noticed a huge black dog curled up under Robin's desk. 

She thought the animal was sleeping, but its pointed ears perked up as she 
went past, and it opened its eyes into slits. 

Satisfied that she was no threat, the dog went back to sleep. 

Mrs. Carol Benton was most exquisite, the very model of what Lucy thought of 
as a sophisticated, ultra-chic woman. 

Carol was about forty years old, although she had the firm, trim, well toned 
body of a woman twenty years younger. 

Her hair was jet black, a mass of glossy black ringlets which tumbled 
carelessly to her wide shoulders. 

Her breasts were heavy and pointed, without a trace of sag. They formed a 
shelf of flesh at the top of her chest. 

Her torso was lean and strong, with a flat tummy. It flared out to wide, 
womanly hips, with an enticingly curved rump whose twin t buttocks rolled 
under the tight gray skirt she wore. 

Her legs were long and lovely, with taut, muscular thighs. They were 
sheathed in dark nylons rather than pantyhose. 

Her shoes were square-toed and sensible. They had little fringed flaps over 
the tops of them. 

Carol's face was elegant and aristocratic. She had a wide face with high 
cheekbones, wide dark eyes, sensuous lips, and a sharp, beaklike nose. 

The skillful application of makeup accented her beauty. Her eyebrows were 
shaped into dark, imperious arches. 

She wore a white blouse, very tight and sheer. It was gauzy, and Lucy could 
see the lacey white brassiere which supported Carol's lush breasts. 

Lucy introduced herself. Carol smiled and arose from behind her desk, 
offering the younger woman her hand. 

Lucy shook it. Carol's hand was cool and firm. Carol smiled. It seemed to 
Lucy that Carol held her hand a few seconds longer than necessary, but it 
was not unpleasant, not at all. 

Carol told Lucy how much she had admired her recent showing. Lucy was 
flattered that the director of such a renowned gallery had even heard of 
her. 

Carol offered her something to drink, some tea, perhaps, or coffee. Lucy 
chose coffee. Ever since the night of the attack, she had been unable to 
drink tea. 

Carol set up the slide projector, and Lucy put her slides in the carousel. 
It was more practical for her to show slides than for her to bring her 
canvases downtown. 

The meeting went well. Carol was polite and charming, and she positively 
loved Lucy's work. 

She made a definite commitment to buy the paintings, and expressed the hope 
that Lucy would allow her gallery the exclusive rights to represent her. 

Lucy was thrilled. At last she was finally making it in the circles she had 
ached to enter. 

Carol asked if Lucy had any newer work. Lucy answered that yes, she had, a 
number of new pieces she was working on in her studio. They were so new that 
she hadn't had the chance to have slides made of them yet. 

Carol said that she would love to see them. "Why don't we take a cab to your 
studio and have a look?" 

"You mean right now?" Lucy said. 

"Why not?" 

Why not, indeed? Lucy collected her slides and put them back in the case, 
still somewhat dazed by how enthusiastically her work had been received. 

Carol and Lucy went to the front of the gallery. As they did so, they heard 
the sound of voices raised in argument. 

A man stood in front of Robin's desk. He was round-faced and red-faced and 
perspiring. He swayed from side to side, and the smell of booze that drifted 
off him indicated that he was drunk. 

He whined, "I want to see that damned Benton right now!" 

Robin said, obviously maintaining a grip on herself, "Mrs. Benton is very 
busy, and can't be disturbed-" 

"Bullshit!" the man said. "There she is now!" 

Carol said tiredly, "Are you here again, Mr. Greb?" 

"You bet your ass I'm here!" 

Lucy flinched and turned pale. She had a lower tolerance for ugly scenes 
than ever before, and the violence in his voice unnerved her. 

Carol wasn't fazed in the slightest. "Why do you persist in annoying me, Mr. 
Greb? Surely there's some other gallery you could inflict yourself on for a 
change?" 

"Fuck you!" Greb said. He was so agitated that tiny drops of spittle flew 
from his mouth. "When are you going to stop persecuting me?" 

"Persecuting you?" Carol laughed softly. "I would say it's the other way 
around." 

"I know that you're behind the controversy to have my work suppressed! You 
and the other gallery owners are conspiring to put me on the blacklist!" 

Carol said, "For your information, the only thing that conspires against 
your paintings being sold is your lack of talent." 

"Bullshit!" Greb screamed. "That's a sack of shit!" 

"I've been patient and more than patient with you, Mr. Greb. But my patience 
has run out. I don't intend to have you stand here and use your offensive 
language in my place of business. Please leave immediately." 

Greb looked around. He didn't see any males on the premises, just the three 
women. 

He said, "Why don't you just throw me out? Hah! I'd like to see you try!" 

Carol said, "King!" 

The black dog hopped up and trotted over to her side. He was a huge, 
splendid animal with a coal-black, glossy pelt. 

Muscles rippled beneath his shining coat of fur. His paws were huge. His 
head was box-shaped, his ears pointed. 

He looked almost as much wolf as dog. His eyes seemed red as coals. He 
trotted over to Carol. 

He opened his mouth and licked her hand. He seemed tame as a puppy, but he 
had a mouthful of white, wickedly sharp teeth. 

Greb blustered, "You think that dog scares me?! Fuck him, and fuck you, 
too!" 

King's manner changed. The hair bristled on his neck. A low, muttering, 
ominous growl came from him. 

Greb did something stupid. He made a fist, and raised his hand. 

King was a blur of black lightning. His paws scuttled against the floor as 
he moved into action. 

Suddenly, King's massive jaws closed on Greb's forearm. The dog held him 
firmly, his teeth pressing against but not breaking the skin. 

Greb screamed in terror more than in pain. He moved to break the hound 
loose. King's growl was filled with menace. 

Carol said, "One word from me, Mr. Greb, and King will take your hand off at 
the wrist in one bite." 

"Christ! Christ! Call him off of me, for God's sake!" 

"Don't fight him, or he will surely rip at you with those fangs of his." 

"Jesus! Call him off! Please!" 

"You are a very ugly and insignificant individual, Mr. Greb. As far as 
talent is concerned, you couldn't even paint a house. I do not wish to see 
you in here any more." 

"Sure, sure, anything you say! But for Christ's sake, tell him to let me 
go!" 

Carol strode to the door and held it open. "Bring him here, King." 

King pulled on Greb's forearm, pulling him toward the door. Wisely, he 
didn't resist. He bent low to take some of the pressure of those fangs off 
his arm. 

"Out you go, Mr. Greb," Carol said. Her breezy manner vanished, and iron 
came into her face and voice. "I do not wish to see you ever again. If I 
ever see you in this gallery, or even on this street, I'll really let King 
loose on you. And he won't be going for your hand, either he'll be going for 
your throat. Now, get out." 

King worried at Gelb's arm, and dragged him on to the sidewalk. Carol said, 
"Let him go, King." 

King opened his jaws, releasing Greb. As soon as he was free of the dog, 
Greb turned and ran like hell. 

Carol watched him until he had disappeared up the street. Then she called 
King back into the shop. 

She knelt down and wrapped her arms around the black dog's neck, hugging 
him. "Yes, that's my handsome king, that's my good dog, my prince, yes." 

King happily licked her. Carol petted the dog, telling him what a fine 
canine he was. 

After petting and caressing the dog for a moment or two, Carol stood up. She 
began, "I'd say that we've seen the last of that unpleasant individual Lucy! 
Are you all right?! " 

Lucy leaned against the wall, trembling. She was as white as a cloud, and 
her hands shook wildly. 

Robin and Carol went to her. Carol said, "Are you ill, dear?" 

"I'm all right," Lucy said shakily. 

"You'll pardon me for saying so, dear, but you don't look all right!" 

Robin and Carol helped Lucy to a chair, and sat her down. Robin went into 
the back, while Carol stayed with Lucy. 

Lucy said, "I I'm all right, now. I had a.. . bad experience.. . and now 
violence affects me like that. It's nothing, really." 

Robin brought a glass of brandy. Carol took it and held it to Lucy's lips. 
"Here, drink this." 

Lucy gulped it down. The brandy was hot and strong and burned her throat. It 
lit a fire in her belly. 

"Thank you, I feel much better now," she said. "I feel silly at acting like 
that." 

Carol pressed her hand against Lucy's forehead. "You're pale as a ghost, and 
your skin feels cold to the touch. I'm going to take you somewhere where you 
can relax and he down." 

"Please don't bother-" 

"It's no bother at all," Carol said firmly, and that was that. 

Carol called a cab. She gave Robin the rest of the afternoon off, and locked 
up the gallery. 

The three of them, and King, got into a cab. The cabbie peered nervously 
over the seat at the huge canine. 

"Hey lady," he said, "you sure that dog's tamed?" 

"Why, he's gentle as a puppy!" Carol cooed. "Some puppy!" 

The cabbie drove off. He dropped Robin off at her apartment building, then 
drove up to the upper East Side to where Carol lived. 

"Where-where are we?" Lucy said. 

"This is my home," Carol said. "I'm going to fix you something that will 
make you feel better." 

"Please.. . I hate to impose on you, you've been so kind-" 

"It's no imposition at all," Carol said firmly. "I suppose I feel 
responsible for it all. Now, I won't let you go until I'm certain that 
you're fully recovered." 

She paid the cabbie, and she, Lucy, and King crossed the sidewalk and 
entered the lobby of her building. 

They rode the elevator up to the top floor. Lucy had never felt so safe and 
secure riding in a New York elevator as she did with King squatting on his 
haunches in the corner of the car. 

Carol's apartment was just what Lucy had expected it to be it was elegant, 
lovely, and beautifully furnished. 

Carol took Lucy's coat and hung it up. She sat Lucy down on a sofa in the 
living room. The room was filled with plants and shelves of books. Paintings 
and sculptures were all over the place, turning it into a kind of 
mini-gallery. 

Carol went into the kitchenette. The first thing she did was feed the dog. 

King ate better than eight-tenths of the world's human population and why 
not? 

After a while, Carol returned to the living room carrying two steaming cups. 
She set one down in front of Lucy. 

Lucy said, "What's that?" 

"Hot buttered rum. It's very restorative. Try some." 

Lucy sipped it. "Wow! That's really heavy on the rum!" 

"It's good for you," Carol said. "Already some of the color is coming back 
into those pale cheeks of yours. What a fright you must have had!" 

The rum was hot and acted like a tonic on her nerves. Lucy felt her muscles 
begin to uncramp and relax a bit. 

King trotted into the living room, licking his lips from the meal he had 
just eaten. He rested his head in Carol's lap. 

Carol lovingly stroked the canine's head. "That's my good dog, yes you are.. 
. my smart and swift and cunning King, yes.. . " 

The dog licked her hand. Lucy said, "That's the smartest dog I've ever 
seen!" 

"Yes, he's extraordinarily intelligent," Carol said, "and totally fearless. 
As a matter-of-fact, he's more man than any of the two-legged variety I've 
known!" 

She and Lucy had a laugh over that. Lucy drank more of the rum. She felt the 
potent alcohol leeching the tension out of her body. 

King sat down on the floor, in a ray of sunshine coming in through the 
window. He watched Carol and Lucy with intent interest. 

Carol said, "Do you feel a bit better now?" 

"Oh yes, definitely." 

"Would you like to lie down?" 

"No, thank you. Just sitting in this peaceful room is helping me. It must be 
wonderful to live so high up, away from the crowds.. . " 

"It is wonderful," Carol laughed. 

"What does Mr. Benton do?" 

"He doesn't do anything," Carol said. "He's deceased." 

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know!" 

"Don't let it bother you. He passed away a long time ago." Carol set down 
her cup on a coaster on the table. "We're all alone here, just you and I." 

She put her hand on Lucy's knee. Lucy was wearing a blouse and a plaid skirt 
and a sweater. Her legs were bare, and her flesh tingled where Carol touched 
it. 

Carol said, "Lucy.. . " 

"Yes, Carol?" 

"I want you to know that this has nothing to do with your art. I think 
you're a great talent, and I'm determined to have you for my gallery." 

"Thank you, that's a great compliment." 

"I also think that you're a great beauty, and I'm determined to have you for 
myself." 

It was very silent in the room. It was so quiet that Lucy could hear the 
faint buzzing of the electric clock in the kitchen. 

Finally, she said, "That's a great compliment, too. Thank you." 

She put her hand on top of Carol's hand. Carol's hand was strong with veins 
on the back of it. Her palm was cool on Lucy's flesh. 

Carol said, "You mustn't think that this has anything to do with your 
paintings. I'll buy them no matter what your decision is. As you must 
realize, I'm a lover of beauty whether it's a beautiful painting, or the 
painting's beautiful creator." 

Lucy took hold of Carol's hand, and rubbed it against her bare thigh. "You 
have my answer, Carol." 

"Have you.. . ever been with a woman before?" 

"Once or twice," Lucy said. "But never with one like you, Carol. You're like 
something out of a dream." 

"Don't wake up," Carol said. 

She leaned over and slipped her arm around Lucy's shoulders. She moved her 
head toward Lucy. 

Lucy licked her lips and parted them, waiting to be kissed. Carol pressed 
her soft lips against Lucy's. 

Carol's tongue licked across Lucy's white, even teeth. Lucy opened her jaws. 
Carol thrust her tongue into Lucy's mouth, not fiercely but sweetly. 

This was the first sexual encounter of any kind that Lucy had had since the 
attack. She was afraid that she might freeze up. 

But Carol started at a slow pace, not wanting to rush her new lover. Her 
tongue softly and slowly explored the hidden recesses of Lucy's mouth, 
tasting her warm sweetness. 

Their tongues fenced lightly, twining around each other. Lucy took a deep 
breath, sucking in her tummy, making it hollow. 

Carol placed her hand on Lucy's breasts. She fondled the warm, soft masses 
through the blouse. 

Lucy sighed softly. Carol caressed her thighs, reaching under her dress. 
Lucy parted her legs, opening herself to the older woman. 

Still kissing her, Carol unbuttoned the girl's blouse, starting at the top 
and working her way down to the navel. 

When the thin blouse was open, Carol peeled back the twin halves. Lucy wore 
a simple, white nylon bra with no frills. 

Carol stroked the swelling tops of Lucy's breasts where they emerged from 
the tight-fitting bra cups which supported them. 

After a moment, Carol stopped kissing her. Lucy moaned softly in 
disappointment. 

Carol said, "Let's go into my bedroom." 

She and Lucy stood up. She took Lucy's hand, squeezed it, and kissed the 
younger woman's cheek. 

Carol slipped her arm around Lucy's waist. Lucy rested her head on Carol's 
shoulder. 

Carol led Lucy across the living room, and into the bedroom. The bedroom was 
dominated by a large platform bed. 

King rose up, and trotted after his mistress. He came into the bedroom, and 
looked up expectantly. 

Carol laughed softly. "Not this time, King." 

The dog whined. 

Lucy said, "Please, let him stay. I don't know, I feel more safe with him 
here." 

"I know what you mean," Carol said. "King is a very naughty doggie, but if 
you insist, I'll let him stay." 

She ordered King to sit at the foot of the bed, on the floor, and not to 
move from the spot. 

Lucy and Carol stood at the side of the bed. Carol went to her, murmuring, 
"Let me undress you, child." 

"Please," Lucy said, a bit out of breath. 

Carol slipped off Lucy's sweater, and put it on a chair. Lucy held her arms 
at her sides, and Carol removed the blouse. 

Carol unhooked Lucy's bra. She slid the shoulder straps off Lucy's smooth 
shoulders. 

Lucy's lush breasts tumbled free of the confines of her brassiere cups. 
Carol smiled with pleasure, then gasped when she saw the still-unhealed bite 
marks on Lucy's bosom. 

"Good heavens!" she said. "How on earth did you get those?! " 

Lucy unhappily turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes. "Please I'd 
rather not talk about it, Carol." 

Carol's fingers traced a circle around the angry red tooth marks. "These are 
bites.. . human bites." 

"I was attacked," Lucy said, her voice faint as a whisper. 

"Oh, you poor child! The scum who did this doesn't deserve to live!" 

"It's over and done with." Lucy's lower Up and chin trembled as she fought 
back the tears. "Please, Carol, I don't want to talk about it! Please don't 
make me!" 

"Of course I won't, dear," Carol embraced Lucy, and pulled her head to her 
warm bosom. Lucy's tears rolled down her face and spilled on Carol's blouse. 

Carol rubbed Lucy's back, caressing it and smoothing it. "Don't worry, 
honey. You're safe with me where nobody can harm you. Carol will protect you 
and take care of you." 

Carol rubbed Lucy's bare back. She reached for the zipper of the girl's 
skirt, and pulled it down. 

She took a step back from Lucy. Tear tracks glistened on Lucy's face. Carol 
took hold of the skirt, and pulled it down off Lucy's hips. 

The skirt rustled as it slid down Lucy's thighs. Lucy wore a simple pair of 
white, bikini-style panties. 

Carol said, "Let's take your hair down, dear." 

She pulled out the pins holding Lucy's hair on the top of her head in a prim 
bun. The long masses of now-freed golden hair tumbled down Lucy's white 
shoulders, and spilled over her trembling, pink-tipped breasts. 

"Beautiful," Carol murmured. "So beautiful.. . " 

She leaned forward, and hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of the 
panties. Lucy shivered as Carol pulled the panties down off her hips and 
down her legs to her slender ankles. 

Carol knelt down as she pulled down the flimsy panties. She reached behind 
Lucy, and cupped the girl's warm, lush buttocks in her hands. 

She rested her face against Lucy's smooth, warm, polished thighs. 

Carol was entranced. She rubbed her cheeks against Lucy's tufted pubic bush, 
so that the tiny, tight-packed curls tickled her flesh. 

Lucy felt a spreading warmness, thick and moist, in her pussy. 

As she rubbed her face back and forth, Carol lovingly stroked Lucy's ripe 
buttocks. 

Carol put her hands on Lucy's hips, and turned her face so that it was 
inches away from Lucy's pussy. 

Lucy had soft, fleshy pussy lips which were a dusky rose color, darker than 
the lightly tanned flesh of her thighs. 

Carol planted a loving kiss on Lucy's pussy. She pressed her lips against 
Lucy's labia. 

Shivers ran up and down Lucy's spine. Her pink nipples hardened and became 
erect. They were like pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her soft white 
breasts. 

Carol parted her lips, and her tongue flicked out. She licked the outer lips 
of Lucy's pussy, covering them with long, slow strokes. 

Lucy sighed. She moved her feet farther apart, opening herself to Carol's 
probing tongue. 

Carol licked the center of the slit. Her tongue dipped inside the slot, and 
ran along the sleek, slippery pink membranes. 

Lucy was quite wet. Her pussy dripped with the juices of arousal. Carol 
licked along the inside, tasting those juices. 

They tingled on her tongue, on her taste buds. Lucy reached down and 
caressed Carol's shoulders. 

She said, "Please take off your clothes, Carol. I want to see you naked. I 
want us to be naked together." 

Carol rose up. Her lips and the skin around her mouth were wet with Lucy's 
juices. 

Carol said, "Kiss me." 

The two women, standing face to face, kissed. Carol put her hand on Lucy's 
bottom and fondled her buttocks. 

Carol broke off the kiss after a moment. Lucy was very excited, almost 
breathless. She took quick, panting gasps. 

Carol went to the bed and pulled down the blankets, exposing soft white 
sheets. "Lie down, darling." 

Lucy went to the bed and got on it. As she climbed on the mattress, Carol 
fleetingly fondled her taut thighs. 

Lucy was glad to be off her feet. She felt weak in the knees, rubbery 
legged. 

She lay on her back on the bed, with her back propped up against heaps of 
pillows placed against the headboard. 

Carol said, "Look at me, Lucy." 

When Lucy was looking at her, Carol began to undress, slowly and sensually, 
making almost a ritual out of it. 

She removed her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a frilly French 
bra with elaborate lace trimmings on the cups. 

Carol reached behind her, and unhooked the back strap of the bra. She slid 
the shoulder straps off her smooth, wide shoulders. 

She pulled the cups off her breasts. Her flesh was white as milk, and her 
breasts were filled with an elaborate network of tiny, pale blue veins. 

Oddly, her nipples were very dark, almost brown. They were hard and jutted 
out from the tips of her globes of flesh. 

There were indentations in her smooth flesh where the support straps had cut 
in due to the weight of her lush, ripe breasts. 

Carol took off her shoes. Her skirt tumbled to the floor. She had a narrow 
waist, and a rounded navel set like a jewel in the sleek flesh of her flat 
tummy. 

She wore nylons rather than pantyhose. She had on a black lace garter belt 
whose suspenders were pinned to the dark tops of her nylons. 

Over the nylons and her hips she wore a pair of black satin panties, trimmed 
with lace. 

The panties were low cut, and the first curled hairs of her thick black 
pubic bush could be seen peeping over the top of the elastic waistband. 

Lucy sat up in bed, her soft breasts jiggling at the motion. She was 
delighted by the garments Carol wore. 

She reached out and ran her fingertips over the black garter belt. "Oh, I 
love that!" 

"Do you?" Carol smiled. 

"It's so very.. . wicked." 

"I think so myself," Carol said. "I almost never wear pantyhose. Their 
practicality is not very sexy, to my way of thinking." 

Lucy's fingers brushed the satin panties. She felt as though little sparks 
were shooting through her fingers at the touch. 

She could feel the warmth of Carol's thighs through the panties. Lucy 
caressed the soft, smooth white skin between the panties and the stocking 
tops. 

Carol said, "You can see that I'm wearing the panties over the nylons. Let 
me show you why." 

She pulled the panties down off her hips, and stepped out of them. 

Her pubic bush was a black triangle of hair in the center of her lush, white 
thighs. Her pussy lips were fleshy and well developed. 

Her pussy was framed between the garter belt and the nylons. The combination 
of dark garments on white flesh was most pleasing to Lucy's artistic eye, 
and to her libido as well. 

She said, "That is so sexy!" 

Carol said, "Would you like me to leave the rest of this on for a while?" 

"Yes, please do!" 

The nylons fit Carol's long legs like a second skin, sheathing them in 
alluring dark coverings molded to the contours of her thighs and calves. 

They rustled as her thighs brushed against each other as she moved to the 
bed. 

Carol climbed on the bed. She lay on her side, facing Lucy. She took Lucy's 
hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and gently squeezed it. 

A wave of pleasure and excitement rushed through Lucy at the touch. She felt 
her pussy getting wetter inside. 

Carol embraced her, and began kissing her. The two women's breasts rubbed 
against each other, so that their hardened nipples brushed and made contact, 
exciting them both. 

Carol's tongue was insistent and softly demanding in Lucy's mouth. Lucy 
relaxed, feeling very passive and submissive and peaceful, and let Carol 
take the lead. 

Carol caressed Lucy with broad, slow strokes of her palms. The sensuous 
contact sent shivers through the blonde girl. 

Carol's stockinged legs brushed against Lucy's bare ones. Lucy loved the 
feel of the nyloned limbs against her flesh. 

Carol's head dropped to Lucy's bosom. Carol rubbed her soft cheeks against 
Lucy's full, firm breasts. 

Her tongue flicked out, and rubbed Lucy's nipple. Carol licked both nipples, 
so that they gleamed with saliva. 

Carol placed her lips on Lucy's nipple, and gently sucked on it. Lucy 
thrilled to the delicious suction. 

Carol gently pushed Lucy off her side and on her back, then got on top of 
her. 

Her breasts pressed against Lucy's, flattening both pairs. Lucy spread her 
long legs. 

Carol lay on top of Lucy and passionately kissed her for a while. Her hips 
pressed against Lucy's. 

The thick, jet-black curls of Carol's pussy intertwined with the soft, 
sand-colored hairs of Lucy's pubic patch. 

Lucy reached up and put her hands on Carol's bottom. It was rounded and warm 
and smooth as butter. 

Lucy caressed the soft warm globes while she and Carol kissed. Lucy loved 
the soft, yielding texture of the buttocks. 

Carol broke off the kiss. She murmured, "You are just driving me wild, so 
that's exactly what I'm going to do to you." 

Carol kissed Lucy's breasts, and started working her way down the younger 
woman's body. 

She kissed Lucy's smooth, taut belly. Her pointed tongue circled the rim of 
Lucy's navel, then dipped inside it for a moment before moving on down 
below. 

She placed her open hands on Lucy's thighs and pushed them open. Kneeling on 
the bed between Lucy's spread legs, with her own nyloned legs doubled 
beneath her, Carol lowered her face to Lucy's pussy. 

Her dark masses of hair spilled on Lucy's thighs and belly. Her lips pressed 
against Lucy's soft labia. 

Carol stabbed her tongue inside Lucy's pussy. Lucy moaned and wiggled her 
hips. She was dripping wet inside. 

Carol tasted her, running her tongue over the pink membranes, lapping up the 
juices, and savoring the taste of them on her mouth. 

Carol's tongue was like a live thing inside Lucy. It slid up her slit, 
between her pussy lips, and found her clitoris. 

The clitoris was a tiny pearl of flesh. Carol pressed the wet, sleek insides 
of her lips against the throbbing button. 

Lucy moaned. 

Carol's tongue flicked out, and licked the clitoris. Each time her tongue 
passed over it, it was like turning Lucy's sexual thermostat higher and 
higher. 

Lucy was shaking and breathless from the tongue action. She moaned, 
"Carol...Carol!" 

Carol looked up from what she was doing. Her mouth and chin were shiny with 
Lucy's smeared pussy juices and her own saliva. 

She said, "Yes, dear? Is something wrong?" 

"No, no, everything's right, incredibly right, but I want to make it better. 
It doesn't seem fair that you should do me, and that I should get all the 
pleasure." 

"You can't imagine how much pleasure it gives me to make love to a beautiful 
girl like you," Carol told her. 

"But I want to do you, to," Lucy said. "I want both of us to get off!" 

"Well," Carol said, smiling, "I certainly can't argue with that! How would 
you like to do it?" 

"Oh, you know you stay on top. Just move around on the bed, so I can do you 
while you're doing me." 

"You are such a sweet child," Carol murmured, as she changed position. 

She made a 180-degree turn on the bed. Her face was still poised over Lucy's 
pussy, but now she was looking at the foot of the bed. 

She straddled Lucy's upturned face. Her nyloned legs were on either side of 
Lucy's head, and her thickly bushed pussy was poised over the younger 
woman's face. 

Lucy reached up and put her hands on Carol's plump buttocks, pulling her 
down to her. 

Carol lowered her hips. She felt Lucy's hot breath rustling the hairs of her 
pussy. 

Lucy's lips pressed against Carol's labia, which were large and fleshy. She 
extended her tongue up inside Carol. 

Carol moaned softly as Lucy ran her tongue inside her pussy. Her face 
glowing with pleasure, Carol lowered her face to Lucy's pussy, and went back 
to work. 

The room was filled with soft, liquid sounds as the two women ate each 
other. 

Carol's tongue, and Lucy's tongue, licked pleasure into each other's body. 
Carol was delightfully surprised to discover that Lucy's tongue was skilled 
and sure, licking her just where and how she wanted to be licked. 

As she ate Carol's pussy, Lucy's hands traveled over the older woman's body. 

She fondled Carol's bottom. She caressed the soft flesh of her thighs above 
the stocking tops. 

The nyloned legs rubbed against her cheeks. Lucy thrilled to their sensual 
touch. She ran her fingers along the nyloned legs. 

Carol pressed her lips against Lucy's clitoris. Her tongue licked a circle 
around the button of flesh, then zeroed in on the target. 

Lucy's gasps of pleasure were stifled by Carol's pussy. She moved her hips 
in response to the tongue that lashed pleasure into her clitoris. 

Carol pressed her tongue tip against Lucy's clitoris. Lucy felt heat 
radiating from the tiny button through her pussy. 

The fire raced through her thighs and up into her belly. She felt she was 
being wound tighter and tighter. 

The only release she had was to double her efforts to bring Carol to orgasm. 
Carol began rocking her hips in response to the rhythms of Lucy's tongue. 

Lucy came first. The fire in her loins became hotter and hotter until 
suddenly it exploded inside her head in a white-hot burst of light. 

The climax rocked her. Lucy wanted to scream with pleasure. She drummed her 
heels against the mattress. 

Carol was close to the edge, too. Lucy's tongue felt like a live wire in her 
pussy, jolting her with currents of electric pleasure. 

The climax came to Carol. She lifted her wet face from Lucy's pussy, and 
cried out, "God!" 

She squeezed her thighs, pressing them against Lucy's head for a moment as 
the orgasm rocked her. 

Carol's long, swanlike neck was corded with tension, and her face screwed up 
into an expression of ecstasy. 

Her dangling breasts rubbed against Lucy's belly and pussy and thighs. 

The moment of release came, flooding Carol with a feeling of blissful 
delight. 

She sighed heavily, causing her heavy breasts to bob and jiggle. Then she 
opened her thighs and released Lucy's head. 

Exhausted and satisfied, Lucy fell back on the damp, sweat-stained sheets. 
Her face was wet with Carol's juices. 

Lucy's breasts trembled as her chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. Her 
bones felt like they had been dissolved to molten jelly. She was floating on 
a sea of pleasure. 

Carol climbed off her, and collapsed, so that she lay alongside her. Her 
face was beaded with sweat which plastered her hair down. 

As soon as she had recovered her breath, she began wetly kissing Lucy's 
trembling thighs and pussy and belly. 

She whispered, "Oh, you sweet, beautiful lover!" 

She turned around, and lay on the bed so that she was face to face with 
Lucy. She embraced her, and they pressed their bodies together for a kiss. 

Their tongues were in each other's mouths, and they tasted their own pussy 
juices on the other's tongues. 

They caressed each other's breasts and backs and bottoms. 

Lucy took Carol's hand and guided it between her legs. She closed her thighs 
on the hand, holding it in place. 

Carol kissed Lucy's nipples. They were ultra-sensitive since the orgasm, and 
the kisses sent Lucy into blushing confusion. 

A stir of motion at the foot of the bed caught both their attention. 

It was King. The big black dog had risen up from the position where he had 
been, and climbed up on the bed. 

The canine's shining pelt rubbed against Lucy's bare legs, tickling them. 
Tickling them, and something more. 

The contact with the gleaming pelt sent hundreds of tiny needles of 
pleasurable sensation through Lucy. 

Carol said, "King! What are you doing here?" 

"Maybe he felt left out," Lucy said. 

Carol wrapped her arms around the hound's thick neck. King's eyes were alert 
and intelligent. 

Carol's hard-nippled breasts rubbed against the animal's body. King opened 
his mouth, and his tongue dropped out. 

He licked his tongue over Carol's breasts. Carol said, laughing, "See? I 
told you he was a naughty dog!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Carol and Lucy met on a Friday. Lucy spent the entire weekend at Carol's 
apartment. 

They didn't even bother to go out. Nothing they could do would be as 
exciting and delightful as exploring the secrets of each other's bodies and 
minds. 

They did a lot of exploring. Lucy felt as though she were in a dream of sex. 
She rarely bothered to put clothes on, since she would only take them off 
soon enough. 

She and Carol made love in every room in the apartment. They made love in 
the bedroom, the living room, the den even the dining room and kitchen. 

Carol was an excellent gourmet cook. Lucy could hardly boil an egg, but she 
loved to sit in the kitchen and watch Carol prepare their meals. 

Sometimes Carol would be nude, except for a frilly apron. Lucy would be 
naked, too. 

She loved to surprise Carol. Carol might be chopping up vegetables at the 
cutting board, for instance, when Lucy would quietly slip up behind her. 

Lucy would kneel on the floor, and the first that Carol would know of her 
presence would be Lucy's face pressing against her nude bottom. 

Carol would try to continue, while Lucy would try to distract her. While 
Carol fought to maintain her concentration, Lucy would lick her bottom. 

Lucy would apply broad, loving strokes of her tongue on Carol's lush 
buttocks,, leaving glistening trails of saliva on the fleshy globes. 

If Carol was still resisting, Lucy would devilishly part Carol's bottom 
cheeks, and slowly lick the inside of her crack. 

Carol would squirm and sigh. Sometimes, that would be enough for her to stop 
what she was doing. 

If it wasn't, Lucy would circle Carol's brown, puckered, tiny anus with her 
tongue tip. 

As Carol's concentration weakened, Lucy would follow it up thrusting her 
tongue deep into Carol's tight-packed anus. 

At this point, Carol's resistance generally crumbled, and she would stop 
what she was doing to take care of Lucy. 

She would turn around, and look down at Lucy kneeling on the floor, with her 
face all wet. 

Carol would say something like, "Since you're so eager to use that tongue of 
yours, we might as well put it to work." 

She would lift the frilly apron, revealing her nude hips and naked pussy. 
She would put her hands on the back of Lucy's head, and pull the younger 
woman's face into her pussy. 

Often, they would get so hot that they couldn't be bothered with going to 
the bedroom. More than once, Carol took Lucy right there on the kitchen 
floor. 

Sometimes, this would have amusing consequences. Once, while Carol was 
slicing a filet of steak into thin strips, Lucy distracted her so much that 
Carol stopped what she was doing, and used her mouth on Lucy's pussy to 
drive Lucy wild with desire. 

While they were doing it, though, the alert King seized the opportunity to 
steal the meat. 

He raised himself up on two legs, placing his forepaws on the counter. He 
grabbed the steak in his mouth while Carol and Lucy were entwined in the 
postures of desire. 

They saw King trot out of the kitchen with the steak clenched between his 
jaws, chomping as he ran. 

It was so comical that neither of them could be mad at the dog. 

In fact, King was almost like a third member of their group. Many times the 
dog would sit in a sunny corner of the room, watching interestedly as Carol 
and Lucy contorted themselves with passion. 

Lucy had grown up on a farm, and been around dogs all her life, so she 
quickly warmed to the big dog's presence. 

She found that King indeed lived like a canine king. Rather than being fed 
dog food, he was fed juicy steaks. 

Carol could afford it easily, and she loved to lavish affection on her pet. 

The first night, when Carol and Lucy, exhausted from an evening of 
lovemaking, turned out the lights to go to sleep, Lucy was surprised when 
King hopped up in the bed. 

Carol said, "King always sleeps with me. I hope that doesn't disturb you. If 
you'd like, I could have him sleep on the floor." 

"Oh, please don't do that," Lucy said. "After all, it's his home, not mine, 
and I wouldn't want to disrupt his routine. Besides, he's kind of like a 
big, cuddly teddy bear, only better." 

Carol kissed her. "I'm so glad that you love animals. I must confess that I 
would find it hard to be friends, not to mention lovers, with anyone who 
didn't like dogs." 

"I know what you mean. Personally, this may sound a little strange, but I 
actually like most dogs a lot more than I like most people." 

"That doesn't sound strange to me at all," Carol assured her. 

They kissed some more, but they were light, brushing kisses. They had made 
passionate love all night, and were most exhausted. 

King slept between them. His body was warm and furry and cute. He rested his 
head on Lucy's thighs. She stroked his massive head until she fell asleep. 

It was quite a weekend. Carol and Lucy seemed to provoke each other's 
desires. Lucy felt positively wanton. 

On the rare occasion she put on clothes, it was only to enjoy the sensation 
of being undressed by Carol's strong hands. 

On Saturday afternoon, Lucy put on her skirt, only her skirt. She was nude 
from the waist up. Her lush breasts jiggled as she moved. 

Carol was talking on the phone, making some important calls. Lucy felt like 
doing a bit of mischief. 

She stood where Carol could see her. Leaning against the wall, she lifted 
the hem of her skirt, raising it to her waist. 

She wasn't wearing any panties. Carol's eyes widened, and she had to say to 
the caller on the phone, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite make out the last thing 
you said. Would you repeat it, please?" 

She couldn't take her eyes off Lucy. Lucy spread her feet shoulder-width 
apart, and pressed her nude bottom against the wall. It was cool and slick 
against her flesh. 

Carol was trying to get the details of an art auction being held in Munich. 
But her concentration was severely hampered when Lucy's hand dropped to her 
own pussy and began fondling it. 

Smiling wickedly, Lucy stroked her pussy lips. Her fingers parted her labia 
and pressed against her clitoris at the top of her slit. 

Carol's dark eyes glittered. Her pink tongue ran over her lips, moistening 
them. 

Lucy stroked her pussy. She sighed. One hand went to her breast. She cupped 
the mound of flesh, and teased her nipple erect. 

Carol paused, putting her hand over the receiver's mouthpiece. "Oh, are you 
going to get it when I get off the phone, you little wanton!" 

"I hope so," Lucy said with a husky voice. 

She fondled her own breasts and stroked her pussy while poor Carol tried to 
complete her telephone call. 

Somehow, Carol managed to get the information she needed. She finished the 
call, hung up the receiver. 

Rolling up her sleeves, she started toward Lucy. "That was very, very 
naughty! I'm going to make you pay for that!" 

Lucy licked her lips and said provocatively, "What are you going to do?" 

"I've got a good mind to give you a spanking!" 

"Oh, yeah?" Lucy took her hand out of her pussy. Her fingers were wet. She 
stuck them in her mouth and sucked on them. 

Carol came to her. She put her palms against the wall on either side of 
Lucy, holding her between them. 

Carol's eyes shone, and her face was flushed and excited. "Yes, I think a 
spanking is exactly what you need!" 

Lucy said, "I think a spanking might be just what the doctor ordered for 
you, Carol!" 

Lucy and Carol playfully started to wrestle, giggling and laughing. It 
wasn't much of a match, because every time they went into a clinch, they 
would fondle each other's breasts and buttocks. 

Laughing, they lurched clumsily across the living room. Carol was stronger 
than Lucy, but Lucy was more agile. 

Somehow, Lucy got behind Carol, and wrapped her arms around her in a bear 
hug. Her bare breasts rubbed against Carol's sweater, chafing her nipples 
and causing them to harden. 

Panting and laughing, weak with laughter, Lucy forced Carol forward, causing 
her to bend face down over a chair arm. 

Lucy lifted Carol's long skirt, and pulled down her panties. 

Carol gasped, "All right, I give up! You win!" 

"That's right, and now you'll have to be punished," Lucy laughed. "I never 
spanked a grown-up lady before, but I surely don't mind learning!" 

Carol teasingly wiggled her nude bottom. Lucy raised her open hand, and 
tightened her grip around Carol's waist. 

Lucy raised her hand high, to deliver a stinging swat to Carol's behind. 

King loped into view. He growled ominously. 

Lucy started to bring her hand down, and King growled again, even louder. 

Lucy let her hand drop down to her side, without swatting Carol's plump 
buttocks. 

King stopped growling, but remained poised in an attitude of alertness. 

"Uh-oh," Lucy said. "I don't think King wants me to spank you." 

Carol wiggled free from Lucy. A broad smile was on her face. She pulled her 
panties back on her bottom, and lowered her skirt. 

She patted King on the head. "That's my good doggie. He won't let anybody 
hurt his mistress, even though we're just playing." 

The dog beamed, and his ears lifted. He settled down on his paws. 

Carol turned to Lucy. "Of course, that doesn't mean that I can't spank you!" 

"Now, wait a minute, Carol-" 

Carol took hold of Lucy's wrist. "Yes, I think a spanking is perfectly in 
order for you, my dear!" 

Lucy started to resist. King rose up on his paws, and growled. 

Lucy moaned in mock anguish, "It isn't fair! It's two against one you and 
King against me! I can beat you in a fair fight, but not the both of you!" 

"I guess you'll have to get your own dog," Carol said. 

"I guess so!" 

"But until you do, it looks like I'll be the one giving the spankings, and 
you'll be the one taking them!" 

Still holding Lucy's wrist, Carol sat down on the velvet-covered couch. She 
wore a black turtleneck sweater, and a long brown suede skirt which reached 
to her ankles. 

The skirt was slit up the sides, all the way to the tops of her thighs. 

Carol said, "Make sure she stays here, King." 

She released Lucy, and stood up. 

Lucy said, "He can't be that smart!" 

"No?" Carol laughed. "Try walking away, and see what happens!" 

Lucy took a tentative step to the side. The dog growled louder, and moved 
toward her. 

Lucy quickly stepped back to where she had been standing. The dog relaxed 
and sat down again, keeping a wary eye on her. 

Carol patted Lucy's rump. You just stay right here, and think about the 
spanking I'm going to give you! I'll be right back." 

Carol crossed the living room, and disappeared into the bedroom. 

Lucy said, "Nice doggie.. . good doggie." 

She patted King's head. The canine licked her hand sloppily with his big 
tongue. 

"That's a good, sweet doggie," she said. But when she tried to take a step 
away, King growled again. 

"Okay, okay," Lucy said. "I'm not going anywhere. Take it easy." 

Carol returned a few minutes later. The sweater had been removed. She wore a 
black bra, the brown suede skirt, and black leather boots. She carried a 
leather bag the size of a large pocketbook. 

The bra was made of black satin trimmed with lace embroidery. There was a 
tiny satin bow between the two bra cups, and the bra itself was underwired 
to give better support. 

It plumped up Carol's full, heavy breasts, lifting them and creating a 
breathtaking cleavage. Her nipples were hard and outlined against the satin 
cups. 

The black leather boots were bright and polished, and reflected lights 
formed shiny bars in the hard, gleaming surfaces. 

The boots had sharp, pointed toes, high arches, and stiletto heels which 
made the already tall Carol tower over Lucy. 

Since the skirt was slit on the side, Lucy could see that the boots came up 
to Carol's knees. 

Carol put down the leather bag, and opened the top of it. She reached 
inside, and took out a length of velvet cord. 

She said, "Put your hands behind your back." 

"Why?" 

"Because you're such a strong and spirited girl, that I don't want to risk 
you turning the tables and overpowering me." 

"With your faithful dog around, I wouldn't try that!" 

"Just the same your hands." 

Carol took hold of Lucy's arms, and put them behind the girl's back, 
crossing the wrists. 

She made a loop in the velvet cord, threw it over Lucy's hands, and pulled 
it tight against her wrists tight enough to secure her, but not so tight 
that it cut into the flesh. 

Carol knotted the cord and checked the knot to make certain that it would 
hold. It would, and did. 

"Why, Carol," Lucy murmured, "I never knew you were so kinky!" 

"There's a lot you don't know about me, but you're going to find out!" 

"That sounds like fun." 

"Oh, it will be.. . eventually. I mean, it'll be fun for me the whole time, 
and it will eventually be fun for you but first, you're going to be 
spanked!" 

"Now that I'm tied up, and King is keeping his eyes on me, I see that I 
can't resist." 

"Resistance is useless," Carol said. "Naughty girls must learn to take their 
punishment like grown-up ladies." 

Carol lifted her skirt to her waist. She had removed her panties in the 
bedroom, and she was beautifully naked. 

She sat down so that her naked bottom rested on the velvet cushions of the 
couch. She arranged her skirt so that her thighs and pussy were bare. 

She pulled Lucy to her. "Down you go, my dear." 

She pulled Lucy face down across her lap. The undersides of Lucy's bare 
breasts rested and rubbed against Carol's taut thigh. 

Lucy's long blonde hair fell down over her face, partially veiling her 
vision with golden strands. 

Carol moved Lucy around on her lap, putting her into the best position for a 
spanking. 

She lifted Lucy's plaid skirt, exposing her nude bottom. She pushed up the 
skirt, bunching it up on Lucy's back. 

She placed Lucy's bound hands on the skirt, to hold it in place. 

"Now, you're in position, and ready for punishment," Carol said. She smiled 
with delicious anticipation. 

Lucy said, "This is really very humiliating, Carol. I haven't been spanked 
since I was a little girl." 

"Then you're long overdue for a bottom thrashing. And what a gorgeous bottom 
you have to thrash!" 

Carol put her hands on that gorgeous bottom. She kneaded the soft warm 
buttocks, pressing them together, pulling them apart, stroking and caressing 
the tender flesh. 

She reached into her leather bag, which was on the sofa and close to her. 
From inside it she took a leather strap. 

The strap was about fifteen inches long, and two inches wide, and quite 
hefty. She dangled it in front of Lucy's face. 

Shocked, Lucy said, "Carol! You're not going to use that on me, are you?" 

"What did you expect?" Carol said. "You didn't think that I was only going 
to let you off with a hand spanking, did you?" 

"But I was only going to use my hand on you!" 

"This will teach you to respect your elders, dear and especially not to 
distract them when they're making important trans-Atlantic telephone calls!" 

Carol continued, "But don't worry, I'm not a brute or a sadist. I'm just 
going to warm up that sweet bottom of yours a bit." 

She circled her arm around Lucy's slender waist, holding her tightly. She 
let the leather strap dangle against Lucy's buttocks. 

Carol raised the strap, and brought it down on Lucy's bottom. She was 
spanking for erotic thrills, rather than as real punishment, so she didn't 
use too heavy a hand on the blonde beauty. 

Still, the leather strap cracked against Lucy's buttocks, leaving red 
imprints where it struck. 

It stung, and there were loud, smacking sounds whenever leather struck 
flesh. 

Lucy moaned and wiggled on Carol's lap. The strap stung, and Lucy made tiny, 
breathless cries when it struck her. 

Carol held the wriggling girl tighter, and continued to apply the strap to 
her bottom. 

Both she and Lucy got into their respective roles of disciplinarian and 
Victim, and the scene got a bit real. 

By the time that Carol finally stopped strapping her, Lucy's bottom blushed 
a deep rose color. 

Lucy's eyes were moist. She wasn't actually crying, but tears threatened to 
spill from her eyes at any moment. 

Carol had given her a good fifty strokes in all. She had originally only 
planned to give her half that number. 

However, despite Lucy's moans and soft sighs, Carol sensed that the girl was 
turned on by this light venture into S&M pleasures. 

Carol knew that she was excited. Her pussy was so wet with juices that it 
was dripping. 

Carol let the fiftieth stroke just fall lightly on Lucy's bottom. Lucy was 
all tensed up, and the lightness of the stroke caught her by surprise. 

Carol said, "That makes fifty in all. I hope that you've learned your 
lesson, dear." 

"Owwww! Carol, that really hurt!" 

"Don't worry, I'll kiss it and make it all better. But first, you may kiss 
the strap as a sign of your submission." 

Carol held the leather strap in front of Lucy's face. Lucy raised her head 
and brushed her puckered pink lips against the black leather. 

Carol said, "Now, you must thank me for taking the time and trouble to 
discipline you, dear." 

"You mean I have to thank you for spanking me?" 

"You must thank me like a good, obedient girl who's learned her lesson," 
Carol said. 

Lucy said, "Oooooh, Carol, if that dog of yours wasn't here, I'd take you 
over my lap and tan your hide!" 

"Ah, but my dog is here, and here you are over my lap." Carol swatted Lucy 
once more on the buttocks. 

Carol said, "If you don't want to have to take another fifty, I strongly 
recommend that you thank me in as polite and ladylike a fashion as 
possible!" 

Lucy said, "Carol, I forget it. Never mind. Uh, thank you for spanking me, 
Carol. I really deserved it." 

"You're so very welcome, my dear," Carol said. 

She placed her hand on Lucy's bottom. Lucy moaned. The reddened flesh was 
warm to Carol's touch. 

Carol said, "Your bottom's hot. I wonder if the rest of you is? Let's find 
out, shall we?" 

She parted Lucy's thighs, and reached between her legs for her hairy pussy. 

Lucy sighed, "Now this is more like it!" 

Carol rubbed her knuckles against the soft, dusky labia. Lucy shivered and 
wriggled on her lap. 

Carol slipped her finger between the pussy lips. There was no resistance. 
Lucy was saturated with moisture. 

Carol's finger easily slid in deep, up to the knuckle. She wriggled it 
around, sloshing it in the juices. 

She said, "Why, Lucy, you're so wet you're positively dripping! You naughty 
child I see that being spanked turned you on more than you wanted to admit!" 

"Well.. . " sighed Lucy, "I'm not responsible for the way my body reacts!" 

"Oh, you're too wanton for me, Lucy. You need special treatment. Come to 
think of it, I could use some special treatment myself!" 

Carol helped Lucy off her lap. Carol mischievously fondled Lucy's sore 
bottom as she eased the blonde off her thighs. 

Lucy knelt on the floor, facing Carol. Her head was on a level with Carol's 
black-bushed pussy. 

Carol spread her booted legs wide, so that Lucy was kneeling between them. 

She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. She took it off, and her lush 
breasts dangled free, with fat, erect pink nipples. 

Carol's hands drifted down to her pussy. She ran her index finger over the 
soft, fleshy lips. 

"Uh-oh," Lucy said, "I think I know what comes next." 

"What comes next, sweetness, is that you make me come with your mouth!" 

Carol reached behind Lucy's golden head, and pulled the younger girl's face 
into her pussy. 

She didn't have to pull very hard. Lucy was eager and ready. She licked her 
lips as Carol brought her head down to her crotch. 

Carol was rewarded by some of the best tonguing she had yet received from 
Lucy, and that meant some of the best tonguing she had ever received, 
period. 

She was hot and wet from spanking the girl, and her juices were flowing. 
Lucy's blonde hair brushed her thighs and belly as Lucy licked and chewed 
and rubbed and tongued her pussy. 

Carol leaned back against the seat cushions. She tilted her head backward. 
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her lips parted with a heavy sigh. 

While Lucy ate her, Carol played with her own breasts. She fondled them, 
pinched her nipples erect, and toyed with them. 

Lucy's limber tongue rubbed her clitoris. The clitoris was soon pulsing and 
throbbing. 

The muscles in Carol's thighs were flexed and corded. She contracted them in 
responsive rhythm to the insistent penetration on Lucy's tongue in her slit. 

Carol was so excited that it didn't take her long to come. When her climax 
arrived, it rolled over her with the force of an express train. 

Carol made a high, wailing cry at the instant of orgasm. Her booted feet 
left the floor as she extended her legs in the air, out in front of her. 

She held them straight out as her orgasm hit her with convulsive fury. She 
clutched her breasts so tightly that masses of soft flesh oozed between her 
fingers. 

She felt like she was melting as the heat of orgasm flooded through her. 

As the full force of the orgasm broke and ebbed, Carol slowly lowered her 
legs, until her high, spiked heel once more rested on the floor. 

She whispered, "Damn! That was so good!" 

Lucy looked up at her. Carol's juices made her face shine. 

Lucy rested her soft, reddened bottom on her heels, sitting on them as she 
knelt before Carol with her legs folded under her. 

Carol leaned forward. She took Lucy's wet face in her hands and passionately 
kissed her on the mouth, tasting her own juices. 

She said, "Lucy, that was so good, so sweet I think that I should spank you 
more often!" 

"I wouldn't mind," Lucy confessed shyly. "I love everything you do to me." 

"Everything." 

"Everything!" 

"Well see," Carol said, smiling secretively. "I've only just begun to start 
working on you, honey!" 

"Well, don't stop now!" 

"I won't," Carol assured her. 

Carol stood up. The force of the orgasm left her feeling a bit weak in the 
knees, and she had to steady herself for a moment by gripping the sofa arm. 

Carol took off her skirt, and draped it over the back of the sofa. She was 
nude, except for the black leather boots which covered her legs from her 
knees to her toes. Lucy waited. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

She did not have to wait long. 

Carol rummaged through her black bag. "I can see that ordinary means won't 
be enough to subdue a wanton girl like you, Lucy. So, I'll have to use 
extraordinary methods." 

Lucy said, "What do you mean?" 

"You'll see," Carol said teasingly. "Oh, how you'll see!" 

Carol took an object out of the bag. She turned her back to Lucy, and held 
it so that Lucy couldn't see what it was. 

Carol looked very lovely and very kinky. Her long black hair spilled down 
her on her shoulders like a mass of shadows. 

Her back was lovely, and shaped like an hourglass. It was wide at the 
shoulders, narrowing to a slender waist, then widening once more into lush 
and lovely hips. 

Her bottom was wide and plump, a pair of perfectly matched white globes, 
split down the center by the crack of her ass. 

The soft bottom cheeks rippled and jiggled as she moved. They were supported 
by her taut, muscular thighs. 

Her white thighs dropped down into the gleaming, black leather boots which 
began just below her knees. 

The spiked heels were six inches long, and Carol poised effortlessly on 
them. The heels accented the contours of her legs, making them even more 
lovely and alluring. 

Carol busied herself with the object she had taken from the bag. Lucy 
wondered what she was doing. 

She saw Carol adjust a pair of long, thin leather straps on her hips, 
positioning them so that one strap crossed her waist, and the other straps 
passed just below the bottom of the cheeks of her ass and under her crotch. 

Carol turned around so that she faced Lucy. The blonde girl gasped in 
surprise. 

Carol wore a long, flesh-colored dildo. It dangled obscenely from her hips, 
bobbing slightly as she moved. 

Lucy said, "Carol! What on earth is that for?! " 

Carol grinned wickedly. "I told you that I'd have to use extraordinary 
methods on you, Lucy. I'm going to fuck you." 

"Now, just a minute, Carol-" 

Carol picked up the leather strap, and tapped it ominously against her palm. 
"I thought you learned your lesson, dear." 

"I did, but-" 

"No ifs, ands, or buts, child. I'm going to fuck your pussy. Of course, if 
you need more convincing, I can give you fifty more strokes -or a hundred 
and fifty. Whatever it takes to make you obey." 

Lucy sighed. "You're really taking this thing seriously." 

"That's the only way to take it. And that's the only way to take you, too." 

Carol bent down and swatted Lucy on the behind. "On your feet, girl!" 

"Owww! You don't have to hit my ass anymore, Carol. It's obvious that you've 
got the whip hand here. I'll do what you say." 

"That's my good girl. Now, come on, up you go." 

Carol put her hand under Lucy's arm, and lifted her to her feet. Lucy shook 
her head in disbelief. 

"I can't believe that you're going to use that on me," she said. 

"You'll believe it soon enough!" 

"I'd like to use it on you," Lucy said, ruefully. She looked down at King, 
who seemed to be watching the proceedings with interest. 

She said, "This is all your fault. If it wasn't for you giving Carol an 
unfair advantage, I'd be doing this to her. Thanks a lot!" 

The dog barked. Lucy said quickly, "Okay, okay, don't get excited." 

Carol put her arm around Lucy's shoulders. The dangling dildo bumped and 
rubbed against Lucy's thighs and bottom. 

Carol said, "You look so yummy, that I can't wait to take you into the 
bedroom. I'm going to do it to you right in here!" 

She led Lucy behind the sofa. She placed her hand on Lucy's naked back, and 
pushed forward. "Bend over." 

Lucy bent forward from the waist until her tummy rested on the back of the 
sofa, and her upper body hung directly over it. 

Her long blonde hair spilled down onto the cushions. The undersides of her 
firm breasts rubbed against the velvet-covered couch, a sensual feeling 
which thrilled her. 

Carol said, "Spread your feet apart, so I can get at you, my dear ah, that's 
the way!" 

Lucy spread her feet shoulder width apart. Carol stood behind her, resting 
her hands on Lucy's bottom, which was still warm from the spanking. 

"First," Carol said, "I'll have to get you ready." 

Carol knelt down behind Lucy. She stuck out her tongue, and licked a broad 
stroke on Lucy's left buttock. 

"Well," Lucy sighed, "at least this getting ready part is nice.. . " 

Carol fondled Lucy's buttocks as she applied her tongue to them. Slowly and 
tantalizingly, she licked every square inch of the white globes, so that 
they shone with saliva. 

Then, when she was finished with the outside, she parted the bottom cheeks, 
exposed the dark crack between them, and began licking inside of that. 

She tongued the rim of Lucy's puckered brown asshole, then thrust her tongue 
deep inside. 

Lucy sighed deeply. Her hands were still bound behind her back. There was 
nothing she could do but wiggle her bottom and moan softly. 

Carol turned her attention lower. While she tongued Lucy's anus, she began 
massaging the blonde's clitoris. 

The combination of the hot, wet tongue in her ass, and Carol's fingers 
rubbing fire into her pussy, was quite devastating to Lucy. 

Carol slipped her finger into Lucy's pussy. It was wet with juices, and 
Carol slid her finger in and out, simulating the thrusting penetration of a 
penis. 

Carol pressed her face against Lucy, and licked her labia. She tongued the 
fleshy lips, leaving them glistening with saliva. 

Carol stood up. Lucy said, "Go ahead, fuck me now. I couldn't ever be more 
ready!" 

Carol took a jar of lubricant out of her leather bag. She unscrewed the cap, 
dipped her fingers into the jelly, and scooped out a fat dollop of the 
stuff. 

Lucy said, "What are you waiting for?" 

"My, my, you are impatient, aren't you? For your information, miss, I'm 
greasing this thing up so it will slide right into you." 

"Oh." 

Carol smeared the oily goo on the dildo, greasing up the head and the shaft 
so that they glistened with the stuff. 

Carol spread her feet shoulder width apart and took up a position behind 
Lucy. The dildo pointed at the blonde's pussy like an arrow aiming at a 
target. 

Carol said, "I wish you could see how you look right now, dear." 

"How do I look?" 

"Exquisitely charming, and eminently fuckable. Your legs are pale white, and 
then suddenly your ass is a bright, deep red." 

"Well, you should know the reason for that!" 

"I certainly do, and I've rarely enjoyed spanking a naughty girl more.. . 
especially after that fine tonguing you gave me when I put you off my lap." 

Carol rubbed the dildo head against Lucy's pussy lips. The dildo head pushed 
back the labia, exposing glistening pink membranes, wet and dripping. 

"Oh yes," Carol said, "you most certainly are ready for a fucking." 

Gripping the base of the dildo, she pressed the dildo head between the pussy 
lips. 

Greased as it was, and wet as Lucy was, the dildo easily glided between the 
labia, and up into Lucy. 

"Ooooooooooooh!" Lucy sighed. 

Carol leaned forward, into the blonde. The dildo shaft disappeared as it 
slid up between the fleshy lips. 

Lucy arched her back, and lifted her belly clear of the back of the sofa as 
she was penetrated. 

She craned her neck, cording the muscles in it. Her breasts dangled free. 
The nipples were hard and pink. 

Carol gripped Lucy's hips, and gently pushed the dildo deep into her. Lucy 
moaned softly. 

Carol pulled backward. The dildo slid out, until only the head of it 
remained inside the pussy lips. 

Slowly, surely, and sensually, Carol repeated the in-and-out motion, fucking 
Lucy with the dildo. 

As she penetrated the blonde, Carol amused herself (and Lucy) by fondling 
the girl's breasts and buttocks. 

She took Lucy's nipples between her fingers, and squeezed them gently, 
leaning into her with the dildo at the same time. 

Some of the jellied lubricant was still smeared on Carol's fingers. The goo 
got on Lucy's nipples, and made them slippery and oily so that they rolled 
and glided between Carol's fingers. 

Toying with Lucy's nipples with one hand, Carol reached under Lucy and 
groped for her clitoris. 

She found it, and launched a combination that drove Lucy while. 

As she fucked Lucy with the dildo, she squeezed Lucy's nipples, and 
simultaneously massaged her clitoris with greasy fingers. 

Lucy's throbbing clitoris felt like a fleshy marble in oil. Lucy's face was 
creased with excitement; sweat beaded up on her forehead. 

Lucy rocked her hips, moving them in response to the penetrating dildo as it 
moved in and out of her. 

It was more the stimulation of her clitoris than anything else which made 
Lucy come. 

Her orgasm was convulsive, liberating. Lucy's eyes squeezed shut and her 
mouth opened into a wide, moaning O. 

She arched her back, raising her middle completely free of the back of the 
sofa. Carol's probing fingers rubbed her clitoris even as Lucy wailed with 
the fury of her climax. 

Carol thrust deep into the girl, burying the dildo inside her so that Lucy's 
labia pressed against the base of the shaft. 

Lucy made a high, wavering cry. She gasped, "Carol please, no more, it's too 
intense -OH, GOD!" 

Lucy shrieked wordlessly as she came. Carol stopped massaging her clitoris, 
but she continued to fondle Lucy's breasts. 

Lucy shook and shivered like a high-voltage electric current was running 
through her. Sweat poured off her face and fell in fat drops on the velvet 
cushions. 

Lucy was like a bow whose string has been drawn back to the farthest notch, 
then suddenly released to let the arrow fly. 

Carol's lovemaking had pulled the string taut. Lucy's orgasm was the 
releasing of the string, the easing of tension. 

And the blinding white light of orgasm pierced her brain like an arrow. 

Lucy slumped forward, drained. Her shoulders heaved and her rib cage 
expanded as she labored to catch her breath. 

Carol switched tactics. She fondled Lucy's bottom gently and lovingly, and 
laid broad, soothing caresses on the girl's trembling thighs. 

Carol kissed Lucy and murmured spft, soothing phrases. She stroked Lucy 
while the girl hung down on the back of the sofa, trembling in ecstasy. 

Carol reached behind her and unstrapped the dildo from her body. She moved 
back a step, and the straps fell away and hung dangling. 

The dildo was still deeply inserted inside Lucy. The hanging straps brushed 
the backs of her thighs. 

Lucy looked up with blurred eyes. "Ooooh, Carol.. . I that was the most the 
best -Carol, I aaaaaaah." 

Words failed her. The only thing Lucy could do was sigh deeply. 

Carol said, "You look like you could use a rest, dear." 

"I can hardly stand up.. . " 

"Time to put you into bed." Carol reached under Lucy and fondled her 
breasts. Then she lifted the girl, so that she stood straight up. 

Lucy's face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed and shining. She leaned 
against Carol and began planting wet kisses on the brunette's face and neck 
and shoulders. 

Carol said, "Save that for the bedroom, Lucy. Come on, let's get you to 
bed." 

"You're not going to leave this thing in me.. . or are you?" 

"If you don't want it there, you can just take it out." 

"But my hands are tied!" 

"Looks like it'll have to stay there for a while," Carol said, smiling 
wickedly. 

"Carol, you are such a meanie! I can't wait until I have the chance to turn 
the tables on you!" 

"Dream on, little girl, dream on. Speaking of which, let's get you to bed." 

Carol put her arm around Lucy's waist, and assisted her to the bedroom. 

Lucy gasped, "I can feel that thing moving around inside me!" 

"It doesn't hurt, does it? It shouldn't." 

"It doesn't hurt, but it's very.. . distracting," Lucy said, somewhat 
breathlessly. 

The two women went into the bedroom. 

King rose up and trotted eagerly after them. 

The dildo worked partially out of Lucy while she walked, but there was still 
enough of the artificial cock inside her to remain lodged without falling 
out. 

Lucy stood by the side of the bed with her hands tied behind her back. Carol 
opened the closet door, knelt down, and rummaged through some stuff at the 
bottom of it. 

She came out with some lengths of rope and laid them on the bed. They were 
the thin kind of rope most often used for clothesline, and also used by the 
knowledgable for bondage and restraint purposes. 

Lucy sighed, "Aren't you going to let me go now, Carol?" 

"I'm hardly through with you yet, my pretty one," Carol grinned. 

"Well, if what's going to happen is anywhere near as good as what you've 
already done, you can keep me in ropes forever." 

Carol kissed her. "Don't think I wouldn't like to, either." 

Carol stood behind Lucy. Her strong fingers deftly untied the knots in the 
velvet cord binding Lucy's wrists together. 

The cord dropped free. Lucy rubbed her wrists, and looked boldly at Carol. 
"Hmmmm.. . what's to stop me from overpowering you, and tying you down to 
the bed?" 

"Nothing.. . except King here." 

The dog barked when his name was spoken. 

"Say no more," Lucy said quickly. 

"I'm so glad that you decided to be reasonable," Carol said. 

She pulled the blankets down to the foot of the bed. She patted the mattress 
and said, "Lie down now." 

"Can I please take this thing out of me now?" Lucy asked. 

"You may not, but I will take it out for you," Carol replied. 

She took hold of the dildo, and slowly, teasingly withdrew it from inside 
Lucy's pussy. 

The knobbed head of it caused Lucy's labia to bulge outward slightly, as 
though she were reluctant to release it. 

It finally came loose from Lucy. Carol put it down on the night table. 

Lucy said, "Okay, master, what do I do next?" 

"Lie down on your back, with your hands above your head." 

Lucy obeyed the command. She said, "Ouch!" when she sat down on her red, 
spanked bottom. 

"Still feeling a bit tender, eh?" Carol chuckled. 

"And how!" Lucy raised her buttocks from the mattress, and rubbed them. 
"It'll hurt me to sit down for the next few days." 

"And every time you sit down on your poor little ass, you'll think of 
Carol." 

Leaning over the bed, Carol put her palms on Lucy's breasts and pushed the 
girl down on her back. 

Carol climbed on the bed, holding the ropes. She straddled Lucy's hips, 
resting lightly on them, her buttocks resting on Lucy's thighs. 

She pushed Lucy's hands up behind her head, and tied them to the headboard. 

When the last knot was tied, Carol said, "Now I've got you where I want 
you!" 

She moved down on the bed. She took hold of Lucy's slender ankles, and 
spread the girl's legs wide open. 

"Carol, what are you going to do now?" 

"You'll find out," Carol promised. 

Carol made a loop in one end of a rope, and slipped it around Lucy's ankle. 
She pulled it tight, then tied the other end to a post at the foot of the 
bed. 

She repeated the process with Lucy's other ankle. The result was that Lucy 
was bound to the bed with her legs spread wide open. 

Carol took a pillow. "Raise your ass up, Lucy." 

When Lucy did so, Carol slid the pillow under her bottom. This made Lucy's 
hips and crotch the most elevated part of her body. 

Carol took a step back, and surveyed her handiwork. As she stared down at 
the beautifully bound naked girl, she very much liked what she saw. 

Carol spread her legs, and rested her hands on her hips. Lucy said, "What 
are you going to do now, Carol?" 

"I'm not going to do a thing. But someone else will.. . or, I should say, 
something else will." 

"Huh." 

"King!" Carol called. The big black dog obediently trotted to her side and 
licked her hand sloppily. 

Carol said, "You know, they call the dog 'man's best friend'. But as I know, 
and as you're going to find out very, very shortly, the dog is really 
woman's best friend!" 

"Carol, no!" Lucy was really shocked. 

"King! Up on the bed, boy!" Carol said. 

The black dog nimbly hopped on the mattress. He was a big dog, with wide, 
powerful shoulders, large paws, and a weight that was well over a hundred 
and twenty pounds. 

King stood on the bed between Lucy's bound legs. His weight made the 
mattress sink beneath him. 

Lucy twisted in her bonds. But Carol hadn't been fooling around when she 
tied Lucy she meant business. 

Lucy strained against the ropes, but couldn't get free. "Carol, wait, 
please!" 

Carol sat down on the bed beside Lucy's head. King waited for his mistress 
to give him the signal to proceed. 

Lucy wailed, "Carol, I'm scared!" 

Carol reassuringly patted her cheek, and fondly smoothed her hair. "Don't be 
silly, dear. There's nothing to be afraid of." 

"But, Carol a dog?! " 

"Lucy, do you trust me?" 

"Yes, of course, but I'm afraid and-" 

"You know I wouldn't do anything that would really hurt you." 

"I know that, but.. . " Lucy's words trailed off. 

King opened his mouth. His sharp teeth were white as aged ivory. His tongue 
hung down, long and pointed and broad. 

Tiny beaded drops of saliva dripped off King's tongue, wetting the bed. 

Lucy said, "Carol, this is crazy! I can't do it with a dog!" 

Carol said, "Listen, Lucy. Take my word for it, it's one of the wildest 
kicks of them all! There's nothing like it!" 

"I can believe that," Lucy said. 

"You're an artist. You've got an open mind, you're eager for new 
experiences, right?" 

"Well, yes, within reason. But I never, never did it with a dog!" 

"Really?" Carol scoffed. "You grew up on a farm. You told me that you had 
dogs around you all your life. Can you honestly tell me that you never, 
never had a dog fool around with you at all, not in any way?" 

Carol stared down at her, waiting. Lucy was about to say, "Of course I 
didn't!", but then a deeply buried childhood memory, buried until this 
moment, surfaced in her mind. 

She remembered the beautiful male collie, Jeff, who had roamed and romped on 
her folks farm. 

Once, when she was ten years old, her folks had gone into town on a hot 
summer Saturday. 

Her brother was home, but his girlfriend had come to visit him, so he wasn't 
paying much attention to little Lucy. 

Lucy had been in pigtails. She was in the barn with Jeff, the collie. The 
smell of hay was heavy in the air, and slanted sunlight shafted through 
spaces in the walls of the barn. 

Feeling devilish and wicked and sinful, knowing it was wrong, little Lucy 
had taken down her pants and laid down in a pile of hay and called Jeff to 
her. 

The collie seemed to have almost human intelligence in his limpid brown 
eyes. He had nuzzled Lucy's thighs with his long-snouted, cold nose. 

It tickled, but the tickling excited her. Jeff started licking her with his 
long tongue. Lucy clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling her giggles. 

As if he knew what she wanted, Jeff licked her little pussy. The only thing 
Lucy could recall that felt that good was when her mommy would leave her 
alone in the bathtub, and Lucy would rub a bar of wet soap against her 
pussy. 

That felt real good too, and Lucy was always very careful not to let her 
mommy catch her doing it. 

Her mommy had never told her not to, but Lucy knew she would surely get a 
licking with the hair brush, or maybe even with daddy's belt if she got 
caught. 

And that was only for the soap. She knew that if she should ever get caught 
doing what she was doing with Jeff, she would get the strap for certain. 

She couldn't believe how good it felt to have the collie's tongue lapping at 
her little slit. 

So good.. . so good.. . Carol said, "Well?" 

Lucy's thoughts were snapped back from her memories of the past, to the 
present. 

She said, "Well, what?" 

Carol said, "Tell me that you never had your doggie lick you and play with 
you when you were a little girl." 

Lucy shook her head. "I'm not saying." 

"That's the same as saying, 'Yes', " Carol said, smiling triumphantly. "And 
that means that I've had enough of your silliness, Lucy! I know what you 
want better than you know yourself." 

She commanded her dog, "Lick it, King!" 

King nudged his long snout between Lucy's legs. His cold, wet nose rubbed 
against Lucy's tender labia. 

Lucy wailed, "Carol, he won't bite, will he?" 

"Oh, Lucy, don't be idiotic!" Carol said impatiently. 

King went to work. His tongue was about three times the size of a human 
tongue. It unfolded and laid across Lucy's pussy lips. 

Lucy gasped at the contact. The tongue covered her pussy. King lapped at her 
like he was licking up a bowl of water on a hot day. 

Lucy writhed in her bonds, but not from pain. She couldn't believe the 
exquisitely intense sensations that the canine was licking into her pussy. 

"Oh, Christ!" she gasped. "I've never had tongue like this, never!" 

King lapped and licked and sucked. The way that he was right on target 
indicated that he had had much, much practice in licking the sexual parts of 
women. 

The dog's hot, heaving breath tickled Lucy's labia and rustled her curly 
pussy hairs. 

She was bound tight and the pillow under her ass raised her hips up, 
offering them to the canine's hot, hungry tongue. 

Lucy was breathless and trembling. Her eyes were wide open and staring, so 
that white circles showed around her irises. 

There was a steady, slurping sound as King lapped away at her pussy. Lucy 
writhed, her lush breasts bobbing from side to side. 

Carol sat on the bed, enjoying the show. Her hand dropped between her legs, 
and she played with her own crotch. 

Lucy's body didn't know and didn't care that a member of a non-human 
species, specifically, a dog, was applying that wild, wild tongue to her 
pussy. 

Her body didn't know, and couldn't have cared less. It was a fantastic 
sensation, and the only thing the body knew was that it wanted more. 

Lucy's pussy juices dripped and flowed, lubricating her membranes. A thick, 
musky aroma rose up from her pussy. 

The aroma of her cunt, the musky fragrance, was noticeable to Carol. Imagine 
how much more stimulating it was to the dog, whose sense of smell was 
infinitely more acute than that of a human! 

"Carol," she moaned, "Carol, this is crazy!" 

"Should I call the dog off, and tell him to stop?" 

"NO!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Lucy's sweating face was covered with a deep red blush. She was ashamed to 
admit that the big dog was giving her the kind of wild excitement she 
craved! 

Carol wasn't at all surprised. Many, many nights she had whiled away the 
lonely hours with her faithful canine companion, King. 

She said, "When I said that King was better than most of the men I've known, 
I wasn't kidding!" 

Lucy barely heard her. The tonguing the black dog was giving her was putting 
her out there in outer space. 

She wrapped her hands around the cords binding her wrists, and held on 
tight. She needed something to hold on to. She felt like she was being swept 
away! 

Tongued to ecstasy by a dog! 

King's tongue was big and sloppy. Dog saliva sprayed Lucy's thighs and 
pussy, and mingled with her cunt juices. 

The dog's tongue slurped deep inside her, rubbing her pink membranes. It 
filled her like a cock, but it was infinitely more flexible and limber. 

King's tongue lapped her pussy like a plow cutting a furrow. The hound's 
furry neck and pelt rubbed against the satin smoothness of her thighs. 

Lucy had thrilled to the sensuous touch of fur on her bare skin. But that 
was with a fur coat. 

Now, she had a hot, live animal next to her skin and she was loving it! 

And so was King. His mistress, Carol, had trained him to lick her to orgasm. 
She had trained him well, indeed. 

When she first got him, when he was just a puppy, Carol had begun training 
him to please her in bed. 

At first, she would reward him with meat and doggie treats when he had 
pleased her. 

Sometimes, she had rubbed sweet stuff, such as honey or sugar-saturated 
water, on her pussy and in her pussy. 

The dog would lick it up wildly, trying to lap every bit of the sweet 
solution into its mouth. 

His licking had driven Carol wild. Even when King was a puppy, his tongue 
could bring her to orgasm. 

And the forbidden quality of her ecstasy made it only more exciting. 

Once King had matured sexually, however, Carol no longer had to reward him 
with sweets or doggie treats. 

The licking was its own reward. King loved pleasing his mistress. And Carol 
loved being pleased by him. 

And there was more that King could do than just lick pleasure into her 
pussy.. . much more, as Carol had discovered to her, and King's, delight. 

Now, she was turning on another woman to the tabooed pleasure of canine 
love. 

As she watched her faithful dog lapping eagerly away at Lucy's cunt, Carol 
couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. 

If she wasn't so fond, so enchanted with 

Lucy, Carol surely never would have shared her beloved King with her. 

But King could do a girl so well, so excitingly, that Carol wanted to share 
him with Lucy. 

Lucy moaned. The moan was forced up from deep in the pit of her belly. It 
was a profound moan of complete sexual frenzy and trancelike excitement. 

Lucy was shocked to find herself moving her hips in response to King's 
tonguing, rocking them back and forth to take maximum advantage of the 
broad, deep-diving strokes of the hound's incredibly long tongue. 

Lucy moaned again. She couldn't help it. Her sexual mainspring was winding 
as tight as it possibly could go. 

Her mind was filled with a confused blur of impressions. King and Jeff, her 
beloved collie on the farm, mingled in her mind. 

Lucy drifted off. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine that she was a 
little girl again, back on the farm, in the barn. 

But Jeff had never licked her like this! Jeff had never tongued her to this 
point of frenzy, where the only relief available to her was those deep, 
heaving moans! 

Lucy made a deep, wailing cry. It sounded half like a sob, and half like the 
wail of a hungry child. 

It rose from a deep moan to a high, quavery, broken keening. She repeated 
the sound again, and then one more time. 

The bed sank on either side of her. Something soft and smooth brushed 
against her cheeks. 

Lucy opened her eyes. They were blurred with the sweat which ran down her 
forehead. The salt stung her eyes. 

Her hands were slippery with sweat. Her sweaty palms slid along the 
clothesline rope binding her hands to the bed. 

Carol was mounting the bed, mounting her. She was tired of rubbing her pussy 
with her hands. She wanted more. 

She wanted Lucy's hot, wet mouth. 

Carol straddled Lucy's upturned face. She mounted her so that she faced her 
dog, King. 

Lucy saw the plump moons of Carol's buttocks, and the hairy pussy between 
her pale thighs. 

She cried, "Yes, Carol, yes!" 

Carol needed no encouragement. She lowered herself down on Lucy's face. 

Carol's pussy was wet. The labia pressed against Lucy's face, then spread to 
the sides, opening the slippery, wet membranes to Lucy's hungry mouth. 

Lucy fastened her lips on Carol's pussy. Her tongue rose like a snake, and 
slithered inside the older woman's pussy. 

Lucy's tongue whipped inside Carol like a live wire. Lucy was so agitated 
and excited that she began by tonguing Carol as fast as she could. 

Carol was already excited, and the way that Lucy's tongue worked on her made 
her gasp with delight. 

Carol leaned forward. She lay across Lucy's writhing body, and embraced her 
dog. 

Her plump, dangling breasts rubbed against King's fur. The dog's pelt was 
glossy and shining, black and gleaming like a raven's wing. 

Carol shivered in ecstasy as her breasts rubbed against the sleek fur to the 
dog. 

She lay across him so that King's spine was right between her breasts, in 
the cleavage. Her full, white breasts hung down on either side. 

The fur rubbed against her soft breasts, thrilling her beyond compare. Carol 
was as breathless as a swimmer who plunges into a frigid ocean. 

King was happy. His tail thumped as he wagged it. It beat against the 
mattress. 

Carol stroked the dog's sides, rubbing her palms over them with broad, 
caressing passes. 

King continued to lap at Lucy. Lucy's only relief of tension was to apply 
her tongue to Carol's quivering pussy. 

The bed rocked. Lucy gyrated her hips in response to the dog, and Carol 
rocked her hips back and forth in response to the thrusts of Lucy's long, 
hot tongue. 

Lucy was the first to come. With a tongue as long and wet and soft as King's 
working on her pussy, it was a certainty that she would have the first 
orgasm. 

Lucy screamed with pleasure. 

Carol heard the bubbling beginnings of the ecstatic shriek boiling up in 
Lucy's throat. 

She sat down on the girl's face, pressing her pussy against Lucy's mouth, 
muffling the scream to a muted, ragged shriek. 

It was a good thing that she did so. Carol's apartment had thick walls, but 
if Lucy's scream had gone unrestrained, it would have shook those walls, and 
shocked her neighbors out of a year's growth. 

The vibrations of the scream rippled and rocketed through Carol's sensitized 
pussy membranes. 

That was the last straw, the final stimulus she needed to sweep her over the 
edge and headlong into orgasm. 

Carol's eyes widened. She gasped and groaned. Her heaving breasts rubbed 
against the glossy, silken fur of the dog, exciting her even more. 

Beneath her, Lucy's body was hard as rock, as the blonde girl tightened 
every muscle in her physique. 

Lucy vibrated beneath her. Carol gasped, heaving for breath. She sat up 
straight, her lush breasts jiggling, their pink points erect. 

"GOD!" The orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. 

The vibrations in her pussy ended as Lucy stopped screaming with pleasure. 

Although she hated to remove her pussy from the warm, wet mouth beneath it, 
Carol lifted her hips, to avoid smothering the girl. 

Weak, dazed, and shaken, Carol climbed off Lucy's wet face. 

King continued to work his tongue against Lucy's pussy. 

Lucy begged weakly, "Please make him stop please, no more, God, I couldn't 
take any more, it's too too too intense-" 

Carol said, "King! King! Down, boy, down!" 

Mindful of his mistress' voice, King hopped off the bed. He barked happily, 
and jumped up and down around Carol. 

Lucy's breasts jiggled as she took deep, gasping breaths, filling her lungs 
with air. 

She had known ecstasy before, but never like this. Her veins seemed to be 
filled with liquid heat instead of blood. 

The heat filled her, melting her down. She felt like a pile of molten jelly, 
and was surprised to see that she hadn't dripped off the bed. 

Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat. It made her breasts and belly 
and legs look as though they were oiled. 

A deep red blush, the red tinge of authentic orgasm, fanned across her belly 
and her rippling breasts. 

Carol knelt on the floor. She wrapped her arms around King, and hugged him 
tight. 

She crooned, "That's my good doggie, yes, that's my sweet doggie, my very 
best doggie, yes, yes you are!" 

King jumped up happily, nearly knocking her off balance. The soles of her 
boots were slippery and slick, and Carol had to kneel with both legs folded 
under her to keep from being knocked down. 

King licked Carol's breasts. They glistened where the dog's broad tongue had 
passed over them. The nipples stiffened. 

Carol petted King's head and back and shoulders. She scratched him under the 
chin. 

Playful as a puppy, King lay down on the floor and rolled on his back, 
exposing the light brown fur of his belly. 

His dog's cock was thick and extended. Carol rubbed his belly, telling him 
what a very naughty doggie he was. 

Lucy returned to reality. Her orgasm had blown her away, and it took some 
time before she came back to the here-and-now. 

She said in a quavery whisper, "Carol.. . " 

Carol said, "Stay, King. I'll be right back." 

Carol sat down on the bed. She caressed Lucy's wet cheeks. "How do you feel, 
honey?" 

"So good.. . " Lucy moaned. "So good.. . " 

Carol untied the ropes binding Lucy's wrists. When her hands were free, Lucy 
covered her face and moaned, "Oh, God, I'm so ashamed!" 

"Don't be silly," Carol said. "Didn't that feel good?" 

"The best," Lucy admitted. "But, Carol, it was wrong!" 

"How naive you are," Carol said, caressing Lucy's quivering thighs. "In some 
ways, you really are a child." 

Fondly she rumpled Lucy's hair. Lucy uncovered her face. 

Carol said, "Isn't it the desire and dream of most women to own a gorgeous 
fur coat?" 

"I suppose so, but I don't see what that has to do with anything.. . " 

"You will. Don't you think that's sick? To kill a living animal, one of 
God's creatures, so a woman can wear its pelt on herself?" 

"Well, when you put it that way-" 

Carol continued, "For that matter, what about eating meat? Think of all the 
thousands and thousands of cattle and sheep who are slaughtered every day, 
so their flesh can be roasted and consumed by millions of your fellow 
citizens." 

"You eat meat," Lucy pointed out. 

"Of course, and so do you," Carol agreed. "What I'm trying to say is, look 
how we take for granted the barbarity of daily life in relation to the 
animal kingdom. And yet, no one ever even thinks twice about it." 

"Now, look at this situation," Carol continued. "Who is being harmed? You?" 

"No, certainly not me," Lucy said. "I admit that was one of the most intense 
things I've ever felt." 

"Then who else was harmed? Surely not King. He loved it, didn't you, boy?" 

At the mention of his name, the big black dog trotted over to Carol, and 
licked her hand. 

Lucy said, shaking her head doubtfully, "You sure can muster some convincing 
arguments, Carol!" 

"I've given the matter some thought. Let me expand the topic a bit further. 
We know that there are men and women who have fetishes for certain objects, 
such as high-heeled shoes, corsets, stockings and the like." 

"Yet, when you think about it objectively, exactly what is a high-heeled 
shoe? It's a piece of animal hide, that is, leather, shaped on a wooden 
framework. And yet people are capable of forming an erotic obsession around 
it." 

"Now, examine an animal such as King. He's a warm-blooded mammal, an 
intelligent creature. Think of how much more you have in common with a dog 
than with an inanimate object." 

Lucy smiled. "You have some convincing arguments, like I said." 

"I've given the matter a great deal of thought. You could say that I'm 
trying to raise your consciousness as regards our animal friends. And 
friends they are. Many a scoundrel who's been deserted by his human friends 
will still have his faithful dog by his side, no matter what. And weren't 
you the girl who told me that you prefer animals to people?" 

"Carol, you've got me so confused that I don't know what to think!" 

"Don't think just do. Take your pleasures where you find them. Life's too 
short to be hampered by any half-baked notions of morality. What are you 
worried about, anyway corrupting the morals of a dog?" 

Lucy smiled. "Carol, you're something else!" 

Carol grinned wickedly. "Now, if you think you have an open mind, and you 
want to see something that will really blow you away, watch this." 

King's mouth was open, and his tongue hung out. His eyes were bright and 
shining, and his black pelt gleamed. 

Carol patted Lucy's hand, and got off the bed. King woofed, and hopped 
around her excitedly. 

She said, "I have to give King a reward. If I didn't, he'd get so excited 
that there'd be no living with him!" 

Lucy leaned against the headboard of the bed, pressing her nude back against 
the cool wood. 

She bent her legs, and crossed her arms in front of them, knitting her hands 
together as she sat and watched. 

Carol threw some cushions on the floor, and arranged them. Then she knelt 
down and got on her hands and knees. 

Her plump breasts dangled. Her ripe buttocks were raised. She put her hand 
to her mouth, and smeared it with saliva. 

She reached behind her, and rubbed the saliva into her hairy pussy, so that 
the dark crack and the soft labia glistened with saliva. 

King, excited, sniffed around her. His ears folded back, and his black 
nostrils widened as he caught the powerful (to his acute sense of smell) 
aroma of woman. 

Looking over her shoulder at the dog, Carol wiggled her bottom enticingly. 

She called, "Come on, King, come on, doggie." 

Lucy stifled a gasp. The black hound trotted over to Carol. He put his large 
forepaws on her naked back 

He raised himself so that he stood on his hind legs. His dog's cock expanded 
and grew. It was pink with some brown spots. 

King raised himself up on Carol. When his furry body touched her skin, her 
nipples erected. 

Carol wiggled and wagged her behind. The dog whined, and climbed on her. 

King's cock rubbed against Carol's buttocks. The canine's member grew even 
longer and more expanded. 

Lucy leaned forward, fascinated despite herself. 

King hunched against Carol. He stood on his hind legs, with his paws resting 
on Carol's back. 

His dog's cock rubbed against Carol's pussy. King was very excited. He 
rocked his body, rubbing his cock against Carol's hairy pussy. 

Carol opened her mouth and gasped as King's cock entered her. As soon as the 
enlarged member slid between her pussy lips, Carol began moving her hips. 

King moved back and forth, humping against her. The dog was incredibly 
balanced as he stood on his hind legs, fucking his mistress. 

It was obvious that he'd had lots of practice. 

Carol's breasts swayed from side to side as she moved. She lifted her head 
and craned her neck. 

King humped away at her. It was a strange image, a bizarre, erotically 
charged image that stirred Lucy to the depths of her libido. 

She was reminded of the age-old fairy tale of "Beauty and the Beast". Here, 
in real life, was the realization of that story! 

The dog a powerful animal, covered with a thick pelt of fur, the corded 
muscles of its body flexing and moving as he humped away at his moaning and 
sighing mistress. 

King was the Beast. 

Carol a beautiful, exquisite woman, soft and white and naked, with masses of 
smooth, warm flesh and the hyper-developed sensibilities of a sophisticated 
Manhattanite. 

Carol was the Beauty. 

Now, Lucy understood the age-old appeal of that classic motif. It was like 
something ancient which went back to the very dawn of history, when the 
barrier between humans and the rest of the animal kingdom was not. so highly 
developed. 

Lucy studied King with fascination. The animal had a mouthful of teeth that 
could rip out a man's throat in seconds. 

And yet, the canine was as gentle as a puppy, the total love-slave of Carol, 
his mistress. 

A big, black, wolfish dog mounted on a naked woman, humping away at her 
pussy it was an astounding image. 

Lucy wished she had a pencil and a sketchpad there at that very moment. What 
a fabulous and erotically disturbing picture this scene would make! 

There was a wetness in her pussy, and Lucy realized that her pussy was 
dripping with the juices of arousal. 

She was forced to examine her own motivations. Was it only her artist's 
instincts that made her hypnotized as she stared at the carnal joining of 
woman and dog? 

Or was it some deeper, more powerful instinct? Did she secretly wish, deep 
in the core of her brain, that she was in Carol's place, with that 
magnificent animal humping away at her? 

Lucy wasn't ready to confront the implications of that question. But she 
knew that she was highly aroused. 

She parted her legs, and her fingers dropped to her pussy. As avid as 
someone watching an X-rated movie, she began to stroke her clitoris as she 
watched King fuck Carol. 

The dog whined, then yipped in excitement as he ejaculated. His hindquarters 
moved frantically as he thrust his cock into Carol. 

Carol's face was a mask of forbidden pleasure and delight. She moaned deeply 
as the dog came inside her. 

King perched motionlessly on her for a moment. Carol finally gasped, "Down, 
King," and the dog climbed off her. 

The dog trotted around to her front, and sloppily licked her face. Carol 
wrapped her arms around him. 

She hugged the dog's head to her bosom. The cold nose at the end of his 
snout rubbed against her soft, white breasts. 

Carol crooned, "Oh, that's my good doggie, yes, the very best doggie in the 
world, yes you are!" 

King's tail wagged happily. It thumped against the carpeted floor. 

A moaning gasp caught Carol's and King's attention, and they both turned 
toward the bed. 

Lucy leaned back against the headboard, her thighs spread, her fingers a 
blur of motion as they raced over her pussy. 

Her fingertips worried and worked her clitoris to orgasm. Lucy's face 
squeezed up as she cried out at her climax. 

Lucy slumped back, drained and satisfied and exhausted. She let out a deep, 
gasping sigh that sounded like steam hissing out of a radiator. 

Carol got on the bed. She caressed Lucy's trembling thighs. 

She said, "Looks like I wasn't the only one excited by what King was doing!" 

Lucy opened her blurred, glazed eyes. Carol said, "Would you like to use my 
doggie?" 

Lucy said, "I'm not quite that liberated at least, not yet!" 

That night, King slept in the big bed with the two women. The dog's warm, 
furry body lay between the two of them. 

He was a comforting presence. Lucy placed one arm around him, cuddling him 
as she nodded off to dreamland. 

Her dreams were strange. They were so unusual that she had no trouble 
remembering them the following morning. 

In the dream, she was somewhere dark and gloomy a shadowed forest with trees 
that rose to the sky, and whose green-leafed branches shut out the heavens. 

Gray streamers of mist veiled the trunks of distant trees. It could have 
been dawn, or twilight. 

Lucy was making her way through a weed-choked forest path. Black ravens 
fluttered from tree branch to tree branch. 

It was very lonely. Lucy wore not the costume of modern-day civilization, 
but rather a peasant dress, like a Central European villager. 

She wore an embroidered white blouse, a full skirt, and a dark red cloak 
with a peaked hood. She was carrying a basket. 

She broke through the underbrush into a secluded grove, and stopped dead in 
her tracks. 

Standing on the other side of the grove, alertly watching her, was a wolf 
whose fur was white as snow. 

This was no domesticated dog, this was a wild wolf, a lone wolf who shunned 
the pack and wandered by himself. 

The wolfs pelt was thick and glossy. He had wide, strong shoulders, and was 
unusually large as big as a good-sized man on his hands and knees. 

His ears were pointed, and his eyes were like red coals. He opened his mouth 
and grinned, exposing formidable fangs. 

Lucy dropped the basket and ran. But it was one of those dreams where one is 
slowed like a fly in amber. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make 
any speed at all. 

The white wolf was not so handicapped. The magnificent muscles below his fur 
flexed and corded as he loped toward her. 

He overtook her in seconds. He jumped, crashing into her with his forepaws 
against her back. 

The force knocked Lucy to the ground. She rolled over, covering her naked 
throat with her arm. 

The wolf perched on top of her. His eyes were like balls of fire, red and 
blazing. 

The wolf lowered his head, and took hold of her peasant blouse in his jaws. 
He moved his head back. 

The blouse ripped and tore, exposing her trembling white breasts. The wolf 
let the shredded cloth drop from his teeth. 

He nudged her with his snout. Somehow, in the logic of the dream, she knew 
that the wolf wanted her to turn over. 

The wolf stepped back, watching her carefully. Lucy got on her hands and 
knees, breathless with terror. 

In the dream, her hair was braided into a pair of pigtails which brushed the 
dark green grass on the ground. 

The wolf moved up behind her. He placed his massive forepaws on her skirt, 
and pushed it up her back. 

He pushed the skirt so that it was bunched up on the small of her back. She 
was nude under the skirt. 

The wind blew, disturbing the tight curls of her pubic bush. Her flesh 
tingled at the coolness. 

Something long and furry, with a cold, wet tip nudged her between the legs. 
It was the wolfs snout. 

He sniffed her pussy. Quivering with terror, Lucy peered over her shoulder 
at him. The wolfs jaws were open, and he appeared to be grinning. 

He mounted her from behind. Her flesh quivered at the touch of his heavily 
furred flanks. 

Faint with terror and shame, Lucy buried her face in her hands. In her mind 
was the thought that if she let the wolf fuck her, he would not slay her. 

Red-faced with shame, Lucy wiggled her behind from side to side, trying to 
entice her wolfish captor. 

The wolf barked. He rested his forepaws on Lucy's back. He was big and 
heavy, and his weight pressed her down. 

Something poked her between the legs. It was hard and soft at the same time. 

Lucy realized that it was the wolfs member, and that it was long and 
aroused. 

The wolf rubbed his cock against her soft labia. It didn't hurt. Lucy was 
shocked to discover that she was wet inside. 

The white wolf pressed his underside against her. Lucy gasped as his cock 
penetrated her pussy. 

It was not like the penis of a man. It was somehow stiffer, much stiffer, as 
though there were actually a bone inside the fleshy member. 

It was big and fat, and the base of it was fringed with hair. It was very 
warm, hot in fact. 

The wolfs cock pushed her labia to the sides as it penetrated her. Lucy 
moaned. The member filled her like no man had ever done. 

She felt the wolfs hot breath on her back. Poised only inches from her neck 
was a mouthful of teeth that could rip out her life in a matter of seconds. 

Once he was inside her, the wolf began to hump against her. His movements 
were jerky and convulsive, and he moved faster than any man could have done. 

The wolf humped her. Despite her terror, or perhaps because of it, Lucy felt 
a sense of delirious excitement. 

She began moving in response to the thrusting motions of the wolf. Her 
breast brushed against her arms. She noticed that her nipples were stiff and 
erect. 

Suddenly, the wolf thrust deep inside her. Lucy felt like she was being 
split apart, but the mingled pain and pleasure triggered a stomach-churning 
orgasm inside her. 

A spurting wetness indicated that the wolf had ejaculated. Lucy fought the 
urge to collapse as a heat wave rushed through her. 

At the moment of his climax, the wolf tossed back his head, and howled. It 
was a prolonged, eerie howl that echoed through the dark, hushed woods. 

The wolf hopped off her and trotted across the glade. Lucy rolled on her 
side, feeling the warm wetness in her pussy. 

The wolf halted at the edge of the clearing, then turned and faced her. It 
red eyes glowed hotter than ever. 

It stared unblinkingly at her for a long moment. Then it howled once more, 
turned, and disappeared into the dim paths of the forest. 

And then Lucy woke up. 

It was only a dream, she told herself, only a dream and nothing more. 

But she knew that dreams are often the forerunners of events which occur in 
real life. 

In the dimness of Carol's bedroom, Lucy stared at King for a long time, and 
wondered.. . 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Lucy said, "Oh, Carol, he's so beautiful!" 

His name was Eric, and he was beautiful.. . a beautiful animal. He was a 
pedigree Great Dane, a magnificent hound. 

He was huge, huge. His shoulders were thickly muscled. His forearms were 
thick, and strong. His paws looked almost as big as human hands. 

His fur was moon-colored, a combination of beige and orange, with darker 
spotted patches. His fur was short, and close to the hide. 

He was long and lean, like a gray hound, but constructed on a more muscular, 
massive scale. 

His head was shaped like a rectangular box. The short fur on his snout was a 
deep sand color. His nose was short and jet-black and wet. 

In short, Eric was a canine model of supreme organic excellence. And, as a 
pedigree dog, he could trace his ancestry back farther, and with more 
accuracy, than most human beings. 

Carol, Lucy, and Eric were in Lucy's apartment. It was the Wednesday after 
their weekend of love together. 

It was twilight, and the shadows were falling heavily outside. It had been 
an amazing day for Lucy, and she felt a bit dazed by it all. 

Carol had bought up all the paintings she had, and had bought the exclusive 
rights to anything new which Lucy would paint in the future. 

She had paid a handsome and generous sum, and Lucy was staggered by the 
amount of the check. 

She had been quite successful in the past in selling her art to ad agencies 
and the like, but this sale was of an entirely different order of magnitude. 

She was now, if not a rich woman, certainly more than comfortable. 

Carol wanted Lucy to move in and live with her and King. It was a tempting 
proposal, but Lucy had to disappoint Carol (and possibly King, since the dog 
seemed to be quite fond of her) by refusing. 

The reason was simple. Lucy was a working artist. Painting was her life. She 
needed to paint, and she required a complete studio for her work. 

Carol had no such studio, although she offered to let Lucy transform one of 
her rooms into one. 

Lucy had to refuse. But the slightly glum air between her and Carol quickly 
disappeared when Edward Vane entered the gallery. 

He was one of the most brilliant sculptors working in the country today. He 
was tall, about thirty-five, with a full head of hair, a black beard, 
piercing eyes, broad shoulders, and strong hands. 

The gallery handled his work, too. There was a gleam in Carol's eyes as she 
introduced the artists. 

Edward was charmed and fascinated by Lucy, and she was intrigued by him. The 
result was that they made a date for Edward to escort her to a museum party 
in a few days. 

Carol wanted to see where Lucy lived. After they left the gallery that 
morning, they took a taxi to Lucy's neighborhood. 

Carol was shocked and appalled when she saw where Lucy had to live. She 
renewed her efforts to convince Lucy to. move in with her. 

Lucy declined, but Carol pressed her hard. Finally, Carol settled with a 
promise from Lucy that the artist would immediately try to move to another, 
more livable neighborhood. 

Carol said, "Well, if you have to live in this dump, even for a short time, 
you'll certainly need some protection." 

Carol called a cab and gave the driver an address. The hackie drove to it, 
chatting about politics all the way to the midtown area. 

Their destination was a kennel. But what a kennel! It was at the summit of 
all establishments dealing with canines the dog equivalent of a farm which 
raises nothing but thoroughbred horses. 

That was where she saw Eric. The hound was sitting in his large cage, dozing 
with boredom. 

His pointed ears perked up when he heard Lucy and Carol and the manager of 
the place enter this section. 

Eric jumped up, his tail wagging. He barked loudly and excitedly. 

Carol fell in love with him at first sight. 

With Lucy, the feeling was even stronger than that. 

In his size and intelligence, Eric reminded her of the wolf of her dreams. 
She felt as though she were somehow destined to be the mistress of this dog. 

Carol had paid for the hound. Lucy even threatened her with a stormy 
emotional scene, but Carol absolutely insisted of giving the canine to Lucy 
as a gift. ' 

Lucy was firm, but Carol wore her down, and the ultimate result was that 
she, Lucy, and Eric went home by cab. Lucy said to herself that she would 
make it up to Carol by giving her her favorite painting without charge. 

The women went up the dim, odorous stairs leading to Lucy's apartment. For 
the first time, Lucy didn't feel the slightest bit apprehensive about it. 

It would be a very foolish felon indeed who would dare to tangle with a 
hound like Eric. 

The keeper of the kennel had confided that Eric was one of the latest in a 
long line of dogs bred specifically for protective purposes. 

The breeders had aimed at developing a dog with the power and ferocity of a 
Doberman, but with the stability and even-temper rarely found in that 
high-strung breed. 

In Eric's line, the breeding had come into its own, and succeeded. Eric was 
as gentle and playful as a puppy, but at specifically keyed commands, it 
would become a snarling, feral, killer dog from Hell. 

Now, Carol and Lucy were safely inside Lucy's apartment. Lucy had a huge 
order of steaks delivered, steaks and chops, and filled her refrigerator 
with them. 

Dogs like Eric had big appetites. 

The two women had made a huge fuss over him, petting him and scratching his 
ears and telling him that he was the finest, most superb, dog in all the 
world. 

Eric accepted it all blandly, like a king accepting homage that he knows is 
only his just due. 

Finally, after many hours of fussing, Eric settled in the corner. 

Carol sat in the studio, resting on a deep-cushioned couch, sipping a light 
and mellow liquor from a slender-stemmed glass. 

She wore a long skirt, a shiny pink blouse, and a thick, button-down 
sweater. 

Lucy excused herself, and went in the bedroom, saying she had a surprise for 
Carol, and that she would be right back." 

After a few moments, Lucy exited her bedroom, and stood under the archway 
leading into the living room-studio. 

She said, "Carol.. . " 

Carol turned in her seat to look at her. Lucy had taken off her street 
clothes, and put on something much more alluring. 

She wore a black satin bra, and a shimmering half-slip of the same sensuous 
fabric. Both bra and slip were trimmed with delicate black lace. 

Eric's ears perked up, and he looked at his mistress with interest. 

Lucy wore a pair of high-heeled shoes, with pointed toes. The heels accented 
the contours of her long and lovely legs. 

Carol said, a bit breathlessly, "Wow! What's the occasion?" 

"You'll find out," Lucy said teasingly. Her long blonde hair was primly 
pinned up to the top of her head. 

"What's that you're holding behind your back?" 

Lucy brought her hands from behind her back to her front so Carol could see 
them. 

In one hand, Lucy held a hair brush; in the other hand, she held a long, 
black silk cord. 

Carol said, "Lucy! You wouldn't!" 

"Wouldn't I?" Lucy smiled devilishly. She tapped the flat of the brush 
against her palm. "I seem to remember a certain brunette beauty who took 
unfair advantage of me when I was staying at her apartment." 

Carol held up her hands in a warning gesture as Lucy hip-swayed over to her. 
"Now, don't do anything rash, Lucy-" 

"Are you going to take your medicine like a good girl, or am I going to have 
to get rough?" 

"I'll spank you instead, you naughty child!" 

Carol got up from her seat to wrestle with Lucy. Lucy dropped the hair brush 
and caught Carol's wrists. 

Carol was strong, and they struggled breathlessly for a moment. Carol picked 
up the discarded brush. 

Laughing, she said, "Now I'll spank you, just like the last time!" 

She swung the brush in preparation to launch a blistering spank on Lucy's 
bottom. The swing was not completed. 

Eris hopped up, his paws scuttling across the floorboards. Quick as thought, 
he fastened his jaws around Carol's wrist. 

He held Carol so that the points of his fangs rested on her skin without 
breaking it. He wasn't hurting Carol at all, but she couldn't free her hand. 

Carol's eyes widened in alarm, but it soon became obvious that the hound 
wasn't going to hurt her, that he was only preventing her from doing any 
harm to Lucy. 

Carol laughed weakly. "Why, you dirty dog! Don't you know that it was me who 
got you out of that kennel? Of all the ingratitude-" 

Lucy said, "This time you're outnumbered, Carol, two to one. Surrender, and 
I might, just might, show you some mercy. 

"I surrender," Carol said. "I'm your prisoner. Now, can I have my hand 
back?" 

"Drop the brush first, my dear." 

Carol dropped the brush, and Lucy picked it up. "Let her go, Eric." 

The hound immediately released Carol. His tongue hung out, and he wagged his 
tiny tail. 

Lucy bent down and petted and caressed him, telling him what a wonderful 
doggie he was. Eric licked her face. 

Lucy said, "Don't just stand there, Carol. Take off your clothes, and 
prepare for your punishment." 

Carol took off her blouse. She wore a champagne-colored French bra, a wispy 
confection of lace and silk. It was slight and scanty, yet somehow designed 
to hold and support her lush breasts. 

Carol removed her skirt. She wore a pair of pink satin panties, trimmed with 
delicate lace frills. 

Lucy said, "Take off the bra, too. You can leave the panties on for now. 
I'll take them down myself." 

Carol unhooked the bra, and her breasts tumbled free. Lucy put her hands 
behind her back and bound Carol's slender wrists together. 

"Now you really are my prisoner," Lucy said. "My beautiful prisoner.. . " 

Standing behind Carol, Lucy fondled the brunette's breasts, teasing the 
nipples into hard pink points. 

Both women were very aroused, and their pussy juices began to flow. The 
scent of woman, which would have been undetectable to a human except at very 
close proximity, was thick and musky to Eric's acutely developed sense of 
smell. 

It excited him, and he began pacing restlessly in circles. 

Lucy sat down on the couch, and pulled Carol across her lap. Bright red 
spots of color rose up in her cheeks. 

Lucy couldn't tell if it was because Carol were excited or blushing. She 
suspected that it was a mixture of both. 

Lucy thrilled to the novel sensation of taking down Carol's panties and 
baring her lovely buttocks. 

Carol had abandoned herself to her submissive role, and was sweetly docile 
as she lay on Lucy's lap, waiting for her punishment. 

Remembering the fifty strokes that Carol had laid on her bottom, Lucy was 
inclined to show the brunette no mercy. 

Carol was a very strong-willed individual, and Lucy knew that it would take 
strict and stern punishment to bring her to heel. 

She gave Carol a blistering bare bottom spanking with the flat of the brush. 
Carol tried to be brave at first, but after only a few of those stinging 
swats landed on her behind, she was soon wriggling and moaning. 

Lucy was merciless as she beat red into Carol's bottom. The tender flesh 
turned a deep, dark, dusky rose color from the small of her back to the tops 
of her thighs. 

Carol's lower lip and chin trembled as she fought back the tears. Her eyes 
were moist and threatened to spill out at any second. 

But, groping the brunette's breast, Lucy .discovered the nipples to be stiff 
and throbbing. 

Lucy parted Carol's thighs, and slipped her finger inside the brunette's 
pussy. 

It was oven-hot and dripping with juices. Lucy shoved her finger back and 
forth, in and out, fucking her with it. 

She said, "I wonder if you're as dominant as you like to pretend to be, 
Carol. Since I spanked you, your pussy is wetter than it's ever been!" N 

"That wasn't fair, Lucy," Carol pouted. "You spanked me much harder than I 
spanked you!" 

"That was to show you who the real boss is around here. And I guess we both 
know who that is, don't we?" 

"Yes," Carol sighed. "It's you." f 

Lucy patted her bottom. "Since you've been honest enough to admit that you 
met your master, I'm going to give you a reward." 

She helped Carol off her lap, and on to the floor. Carol's pink panties were 
rolled and hung at her knees. 

She faced Lucy. Lucy spread her legs, and lifted the hem of her slip. 

She wasn't wearing any panties. The curls of her pussy were delightfully 
disarranged, and the labia were soft and dark pink. 

Carol licked her lips. 

Lucy patted her head. "You're such a good little girl, that I'm going to 
permit you the supreme privilege I'm going to allow you to eat my pussy! 
Now, remember your manners. You know what to say." 

"Thank you, Lucy," Carol said. 

"You're very welcome, darling." She took hold of Carol's hair, and pulled 
Carol's face into her crotch. "Now, get to work before I take you over my 
knees again and beat you some more!" 

Carol's wet lips rubbed against Lucy's labia. Carol extended her tongue and 
thrust it deep into Lucy, licking and lapping her juices from the dripping 
pussy walls. 

As her head bobbed over and around Lucy's pussy, the rest of Carol's body 
moved along with it. 

Her dangling breasts bobbed and jiggled, and her bottom, reddened from the 
spanking and hot to the touch, wiggled from side to side. 

Eric scampered over to her. He opened his mouth, and his large, long tongue 
slurped over Carol's pointed nipple and soft breast. 

Carol gasped. Lucy felt the vibrations of that gasp rippling through her 
sensitive pussy, and it increased her excitement. 

Eric trotted around behind Carol. Carol started to lift her head to look, 
but Lucy firmly pushed her back down, and pressed her thighs against her 
head, holding it in place. 

Carol shivered as the hound's long snout with its cold black nose bumped her 
labia. 

Eric's tongue licked out, and slurped a broad wet path on Carol's pussy. 
Thick beaded drops of his saliva hung in her pubic bush, and her pussy lips 
dripped with the stuff. 

"Good boy," Lucy encouraged. "Good doggie, good Eric, that's the way, that's 
my very good and very smart doggie!" 

Under her encouragement, Eric continued his frenzied licking of Carol's 
genitals. 

He licked her pussy and the backs of her thighs. Carol's deep, sighing moans 
could be heard even though her mouth was clamped to Lucy's pussy. 

Thanks to the incredible oral stimulation Eric's huge tongue gave to her 
clitoris, Carol came before Lucy did. 

The force of Carol's climax was shattering, and the brunette nearly 
collapsed as she went weak in the knees. 

But Lucy was a demanding mistress, and she required Carol to keep on 
tonguing her without interruption. 

Almost as exciting to Lucy as Carol's tongue working on her pussy, was the 
image of the huge hound slurping and lapping away at Carol's behind and 
pussy. 

Lucy came fiercely. She was fondling her breasts, and when her orgasm came, 
she squeezed them roughly, rubbing the stiff nipples as she did so. 

She made a hoarse, wailing cry. She pressed her taut thighs against Carol's 
head, and squeezed tightly. 

Heat flooded her. It detonated in her clitoris, fanned out through her 
pussy, and rose up in a fiery column into her belly. 

The orgasm shook her. She quivered and trembled in its explosive force. 

After it passed over her, she slumped back on the cushions, breathless and 
sweating. 

She opened her thighs, and released Carol's head. Carol's face gleamed with 
saliva and Lucy's pussy secretions. 

Lucy squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. She felt like she had been 
injected with a double dose of hot pleasure which streamed through her 
veins. 

After a time, she opened her bleary eyes. There was movement in front of 
her, and she brushed the sweat from her eyes to see it. 

Carol had moved back on the floor. She was on her hands and knees, her eyes 
shut, her hair hanging down over her face. 

She wiggled and waggled her reddened bottom. Eric rested his huge paws on 
her bare back, and started to mount her. 

His dog's cock was hard and long. Lucy was amazed at the size and thickness 
of it. 

She said, "Eric, no! Down, boy, down!" 

Obediently the hound hopped off of Carol and trotted a few feet away from 
her. 

Carol looked at Lucy and said ruefully, "Spoil sport." 

Lucy laughed. "I wouldn't want you to be unfaithful to King!" 

"A little variety never hurt." 

Lucy waved her finger chidingly in Carol's face. "That's a no-no, you 
naughty lady. Eric belongs to me, and I am a jealous mistress." 

Excited, Carol said, "Does that mean that you're going to, you know, do it 
with him?" 

"If and when I do, you'll be the third to know right after me and Eric, I 
mean," Lucy said. 

She picked up the hair brush. "But it was very, very wicked of you to try 
and lead my doggie astray. You've been very bad, Carol. Obviously my first 
spanking failed to teach you a lesson. I promise that my second spanking 
will! Now get over my lap, little girl!" 

Moaning with apprehension and excitement, Carol climbed over Lucy's knees 
and presented her already beaten bottom for a spanking. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Edward Vane had a large cock. It stretched the corners of Lucy's mouth as 
she sucked on it. 

It was late in the evening. She and Edward had returned from the special 
museum party. They had both had quite a lot to drink, and they felt giddy 
and lightheaded. 

They were in Edward's loft. Part of the huge space had been partitioned off 
to create a living area. 

In that living area was a large bed. One thing led to another, and now 
Edward and Lucy were rolling naked in that bed. 

Edward knelt on the mattress near the edge. Lucy knelt on the floor, so her 
head was level with his cock. 

Edward was splendidly muscled, with a fine physique. He was covered with 
thick black hair that was almost like fur. 

He was one of the hairiest men Lucy had ever been with. She found it very 
exciting. Edward was hairy all over on his chest, his belly, his legs, even 
his shoulders and back and buttocks. 

His cock was long and red. Lucy took it in her mouth. The hot shaft rested 
on her strong, wet tongue. 

Lucy hollowed her cheeks, and sucked on the member. Holding it by the base 
of the shaft, she rubbed its swollen head against the soft roof of her 
mouth. 

Edward smoothed her long masses of blonde hair, and caressed her soft 
shoulders. His chest rose and fell with rapid, excited breathing. 

The veins winding around his cock throbbed in Lucy's mouth. She slurped and 
sucked wetly on the shaft. 

Her efforts on his behalf were reward by his orgasm. 

Edward panted in a breathless voice, "God, Lucy, I'm coming!" 

Reaching behind him, she cupped and squeezed his soft, hairy buttocks. She 
pressed her head forward, taking the cock as deep in her mouth as she could. 

It stiffened and vibrated. Suddenly a spurting jet of cool semen burst from 
the overheated head. 

Lucy's jaw and throat muscles worked as she gulped down the sticky fluid. 
She swallowed it rapidly, sucking it out of the shaft and gobbling it down. 

Edward closed his eyes. His head sagged so that his chin rested on his 
heaving chest. 

After a moment, his cock had dribbled its final, spasmodic spurts of semen. 
Lucy kept the member in her mouth, and gently sucked it. 

She moved her head backward. Her soft pink lips glided over the semen-oiled 
shaft. She took the cock out of her mouth and lovingly kissed the swollen 
head of it. 

Edward's cock was still hard and erect. It was red and glistening, and had a 
flexible, rubbery texture. 

Lucy mounted the bed, her breasts bobbing. She hoped that Edward could go 
longer, as she had not yet come. 

She needn't have worried. He was more ardent than ever. Murmuring words of 
endearment, he caressed her thighs and belly and breasts. 

Lucy said, "Can you do me now, or would you like to rest and recover your 
strength for a little bit?" 

For an answer, he took her hand and placed it on his cock. 

His member throbbed in her hand. She gave it a little squeeze, smiling 
hungrily as she did so. 

Edward gently tried to push her down so that she would be lying on her back. 

Lucy shook her head. "Not that way." She turned her back to him, and 
presented her ripe bottom to him as she rose up on her hands and knees. , 
"This way," she said, looking over her shoulder at him and grinning 
wickedly. "Let's do it dog-style." 

Edward knelt on the mattress behind her. He gripped his hips and let his 
cock rest in the crack of her buttocks. 

The warm masses of smooth flesh rubbed against his member, putting iron in 
it. It got even more stiff, and hotter. 

He gripped his warm shaft, and caressingly rubbed the head against Lucy's 
pussy lips. Lucy sighed. Her nipples stiffened. 

Edward reached in front of her, and began stroking her throbbing clitoris. 
Lucy shut her eyes, and savored the sweet sensations. 

Her pussy dripped with moisture. His cock was greased with come. He guided 
the cock head to the tender target between her pussy lips, and thrust into 
her. 

Lucy sighed deeply as she was penetrated. The thick cock pushed inside her, 
rubbing against the hot velvet of her membranes. 

Edward rocked back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her. Lucy 
trembled from the excitement of it. 

His strong, hairy legs rubbed against her smooth, bare ones. Yes, that body 
hair of his felt just like fur.. . 

Lucy closed her eyes, and drifted off into a fantasy. She imagined that it 
wasn't a man making love to her at all, that rather it was a black wolf who 
was humping her. 

Edward thrust into her. His swollen balls gently slapped against her labia. 
His cock glided in her pussy, sending pleasure through it at every stroke. 

Since Edward had come once, it took the urgency off him, and he was able to 
fuck Lucy for a long time without coming. She loved that. 

When he did come, his cool semen gushed out over her heated membranes, 
soothing and delighting them. 

Lucy spent the night with him. Some of her joy was clouded because she 
couldn't help thinking about poor Eric, whom she had left alone in the 
apartment. 

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Lucy took a cab home. She 
practically raced up the flights of the stairs leading to her apartment. 

Eric was incredibly happy to see her. The long, lean, moon-colored hound 
frisked and frolicked like a puppy. - 

Lucy fed him. She spent the rest of the day painting, working on her latest 
canvas. 

Eric lay at her feet, and wouldn't leave her side. Whenever she would take a 
break and leave the room, he would trot faithfully after her. 

The day turned into night, and Lucy worked late, until she was exhausted. 
She fixed herself a midnight supper, and prepared for bed. 

She took a shower and shampooed her hair. When she climbed out of the shower 
stall, she was all damp and pink and gleaming. 

She toweled herself dry, and went into the bedroom. Eric trotted faithfully 
after her. 

Lucy pulled down the blankets, and slid between the sheets. She sat in bed 
reading for a while. 

Eric lay on the floor, poised and alert, as though he were standing guard. 

Lucy felt warm and comfortable. It made her feel sexy. Her mind was filled 
with images of her and Edward locked together in naked passion. 

She pulled down the blankets to her thighs. Her pubic bush was still damp 
from the shower, and the curls were moist and shining. 

Lucy slipped a finger between her labia, and placed the tip of it on her 
clitoris. It throbbed at her touch. 

Her nipples puckered and hardened, so that they jutted out from her lush 
breasts. Lucy began moving her fingertip against her clitoris in a slow, 
lazy, stimulating motion. 

Her breasts rose and fell as she took a deep, sighing breath. By slow 
degrees, she increased the pace of her clitoral massage. 

The sensual motion generated currents of pleasure in her pussy. These 
currents raced through her, making her flesh and muscles glow. 

A by-product, a side effect as it were, of this massage was heat. Heat rose 
in the dripping walls of her pussy. 

Heat radiated through her loins, and up into her belly. Heat flooded through 
her, making her breasts feel like soft, jiggling furnaces of desire. 

Lucy put her free hand to her bosom. As she fondled her clitoris, she 
simultaneously rubbed her erect nipples, and caressed the smooth, yielding 
undersides of her breasts. 

She closed her eyes, and drifted off into a fantasy. In it, Carol was with 
her, and Edward, too. 

All three of them were nude. They were in a dark clearing in the forest, a 
glade whose privacy was assured by a wall of thick trees and bushes that 
circled it. 

The three of them were twined in the postures of desire. Edward stood behind 
Carol. Carol was leaning forward, bending from the waist. 

Edward's cock was inside her pussy. It pumped in and out. He was taking her 
from behind, and occasionally his cock was hidden by Carol's plump buttocks. 

Carol's dangling breasts swayed back and forth. Carol supported herself and 
kept her balance by holding on to Lucy, who stood with her back to her. 

One of Carol's arms circled her waist. Her free hand fondled Lucy's stiff 
nipples. Her head rested on Lucy's warm, smooth bottom. 

Carol licked Lucy's behind while Edward fucked her. Lucy's fingers were 
pressed to her own pussy, and she fondled her clitoris. 

Suddenly, in the fantasy, two long, lean shapes bounded out of the bushes 
and into the clearing. 

It was King and Eric. They padded to a halt, and growled menacingly at 
Edward. 

He was very frightened. He pulled out of Carol, his cock shrinking as he 
cried out and ran away, out of sight. 

What a strange fantasy, Lucy though to herself, in a daze of pleasure as she 
rubbed her clitoris and breasts. 

She let the fantasy continue. It was all very clear in her mind, almost like 
watching a movie being projected on the inside of her skull. 

Edward ran away, leaving Carol and Lucy to the mercy of the two hounds. But 
neither she nor Carol were afraid. 

They were eager and excited. 

Lucy and Carol got down on their hands and knees, so that they were 
positioned face to face. They wiggled their bottoms. 

The dogs split apart, Eric trotting behind Lucy, and King going behind 
Carol. 

Eric rested his weight on Lucy's back. He was very heavy. His cock was large 
and thick, stronger and fatter than any human's. 

Lucy gasped as it penetrated her. At the same time, King was mounting Carol, 
and humping away at her. 

Carol smiled wickedly. Craning her neck, she pressed her lips against Lucy's 
and they kissed passionately. 

Lucy opened her eyes. Her body was covered with a shining sheen of sweat. 
She writhed naked on the bed, her fingers a blur of motion as they rubbed 
her throbbing clitoris. 

Her lips parted in a moan. 

Eric's ears perked up. He rose up on his four legs and stared at her with 
his moist, deep brown eyes. 

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, he hopped up on the bed. The 
springs groaned under his weight. 

His solid, boxlike head with its cold nose rooted between her legs. It 
pushed against her tender thighs. 

Lucy opened her legs, spreading them wide. The huge hound crouched between 
them. 

Although it took a tremendous effort of will to take her hand off her pussy 
at this moment of supreme excitement, the thought of the forbidden delights 
the hound could bring helped Lucy to master herself. 

She took her fingers away from her pussy. As soon as her hand was removed, 
Eric lowered his head to her crotch. 

His iron jaws opened, and his tongue unfurled like a pink flag. It was pink 
and shining, saliva coated, and brown on the edges. 

The tongue flapped over her pussy. Lucy jack-knifed, doubling up from the 
shivering excitement of it. 

Eric's tongue lapped back and forth. Its broad, flat surface covered the 
entire surface of her cunt, labia and all, with one stroke. 

Eric slurped wetly at her. His tongue forced her labia to the sides, and 
glided over the heated membranes of her dripping pussy. 

The canine loved the taste of her juices. He slurped and lapped at them. 

Lucy orgasmed the instant that his tongue touched her sensitive pussy flesh. 
She had known ecstasy before, but never, never like this! 

She bit down on the inside of her lip to keep from shrieking. Her eyes were 
wide and staring. 

She fell back into the mattress like a puppet whose strings had been cut. 
The dog continued to lick her, but the pleasure was just too intense to be 
endured. 

Lucy gasped, "No, Eric, no more no more!" 

The dog hopped down to the floor. 

Lucy felt like she was going to faint. Hot and cold shivers ran along her 
spine. 

Lucy groaned and squeezed her wet thighs together. Her pussy felt like a 
mass of glowing, pulsating pleasure. 

She rolled on her side. She let her arm hang limply over the edge of the 
bed. She lay there until the trembling stopped. 

Eric came over to her. He licked her fingers, lapping away at them. Lucy 
realized that they were the fingers which had been in her pussy. 

Eric whined. Lucy stirred herself awake, and scratched his skull between the 
pointed ears. Eric whined and nudged her. 

She murmured, "What's wrong, boy? What do you want?" 

The dog whined again. Lucy focused her eyes, and peered down. Eric's dog 
cock was stiff and stretched out. 

It was a massive thing. Lucy gasped to see it. It had a different texture 
and color and shape than a human member. 

It was pink and beige and spotted with darker brown patches. There were 
hairs sprouting from the base. It looked like a most formidable instrument. 

Feeling daring, and wanting more excitement, Lucy dropped her hand under the 
hound's belly, and groped for his cock. 

Eric whined like a hungry puppy when Lucy delicately took hold of his cock. 
It was hard and very hot. She squeezed it gently. 

Eric licked her face. 

"Yes, I suppose I do know what it is that you want," Lucy sighed. 

Eric peered eagerly at her. His cock throbbed against her nervously sweating 
palm. 

Lucy thought about it, about doing it. Well, why not? she asked herself. Who 
would ever know? Only she and the dog, and neither of them would ever tell, 
except that Lucy would tell Carol all the juicy details, of course. 

Who would it harm? Nobody. In fact, Lucy decided, it might be more unhealthy 
to get the poor canine sexually excited, and then not give him any relief. 

For whatever the reason, Lucy suddenly realized that she was going to do it. 

She sat up, and put her feet on the floor. Eric wagged his tail eagerly, as 
though he knew what was coming. 

He probably did. His ultra-sensitive nostrils were filled with the arousing 
scent of a female in heat. 

What kind of female it was didn't concern him in the slightest. Hounds, 
unlike humans, do not have any moral sense telling them, "Don't do this," or 
"Do this". 

Lucy crouched down on the floor. Since it was the first time, she thought it 
would be better for her to be on a stable surface, rather than the shifting 
and unsteady surface of the bed. 

She took a pillow and set it on the floor. She knelt on it. It would keep 
her knees from getting chafed and sore against the floor.. 

She slipped her fingers into her pussy, and smeared her juices on her pussy 
lips and thighs and the crack of her ass. 

Eric darted around her, eager and excited. Lucy got on her hands and knees, 
spreading her knees apart so her thighs would be open and her pussy 
available to the hound. 

Lucy wiggled her bottom from side to side. The motion caused her lush, 
hard-nippled breasts to brush against her supporting arms. 

She called, "Here, Eric! Here, boy!" She patted her bottom, encouraging him, 
"Come on, boy!" 

Eric trotted up behind her. She watched over her shoulder. The hound lifted 
his forepaws and placed them Lucy's upper back. 

Lucy grunted. The dog was heavy. His weight was a strain on her back, but 
she could support it. 

The smooth black pads on the undersides of his paws rubbed against her skin. 
His claws were retracted, and didn't touch her. 

The Great Dane mounted her, the underside of his short-furred belly rubbing 
against her flesh. 

Something hot and stiff poked her buttocks. Lucy realized with embarrassment 
and erotic excitement that it was his member, his dog cock. 

She lifted her bottom. Eric's cock slid down the crack of her ass, and 
bumped against her pussy lips. 

Lucy pushed backward. The dog cock pushed aside her pussy lips and entered 
her. 

Lucy heaved a great, gasping sigh as the member thrust into her. It was so 
big, so hot, and so damned stiff! 

She felt like she was burning up with fever. Eric pushed against her, his 
weight heavy on her buttocks. 

He began moving in the familiar, quick humping movements. Lucy tensed her 
arms and legs, trying to hold up under the strain. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to visualize how tthe scene would like to a 
third party, an outsider Edward, perhaps. 

' A beautiful, full-breasted blonde girl would be kneeling on the floor, her 
face and body contorted with passion, her breasts heaving. 

Mounting her would be a lean, wolfish, moon-colored hound with gleaming 
reddish-brown eyes, his underside humping against Lucy's curved bottom. 

The dog humped faster and faster. It didn't hurt her, but it was intense as 
to be overwhelming. 

Suddenly, Eric yipped and shoved into her. His cock stiffened against Lucy's 
pink membranes. 

She felt like it was splitting her. Something hot and wet spurted inside her 
from the tip of the dog's throbbing cock. 

Her orgasm exploded inside her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Lucy had a dilemma. It was the kind romantic dilemma that a young lady loves 
t have, but it was perplexing. 

Edward was really wild about her. He was going to have a teaching fellowship 
in San Francisco, and he wanted her to come with him. 

She had never been to California, and the idea of the trip was very 
exciting. 

But Lucy had some problems which prevented her from just going. The first 
was Eric. 

She had no intention of leaving him behind. She detested people who 
abandoned their pets. She wasn't going to do that to her beloved doggie! 

Besides, Lucy knew that she could never find a master or mistress as loving 
to the Great Dane as she was. 

Well, maybe Carol. But dogs were as jealous as people, and King would never 
share his mistress with another dog. 

Carol was another important consideration. In the long run, Lucy thought 
that she cared even more for Carol than for Edward. 

She hadn't told Carol that she was considering moving to the Coast. She 
didn't want to worry Carol or disturb her until her decision was made. 

One afternoon, Lucy took Eric for a walk. It was a gray fall day, cool and 
brisk and cloudy. 

She had a leash attached to Eric's collar, but that was for the benefit of 
the police, who frowned on having dogs that big roam the streets without a 
leash. 

Lucy strolled past a vest-pocket park. It was a small square with some brown 
grass and leafless trees. 

Lucy frowned. She thought she recognized the shape of someone familiar in 
the park. 

That was very odd, because Lucy didn't know anybody in this neighborhood. 

"Stay, Eric," she said. The hound stopped in his tracks. 

Lucy peered across the park. She was partially hidden by a wall of bushes. 
She scanned for the familiar figure, found him, and recognized him. 

It was Paco the sadistic architect of her gang rape. 

Her first reaction was fear blind panic. She flattened back against a tree, 
praying that he hadn't seen her. 

The fur bristled on Eric's neck, and he uttered a low, muttering growl, 
heavy and ominous. 

It was as if he sensed her mood. Perhaps fear has its own scent which dogs 
can recognize. 

Lucy looked down at the huge animal. She laughed a bit hysterically. What 
was there to be afraid of? She was the mistress of a four-legged, 
sharp-fanged engine of destruction. 

Her fear vanished, to be replaced by a cold rage which seeped through her 
veins like ice water. 

She would have her revenge. 

Paco didn't know she was there. He hung around the park for a half hour, 
shooting the breeze with the pushers and the pimps and the bums, idly 
menacing passersby. 

When he left, he was followed by Lucy -Lucy, and her hound, who now strained 
at the end of his leash like a bloodhound. 

It was a deserted district of old tenements, and narrow alleys. As she 
watched, Paco turned left, into a narrow alley. 

Lucy raced after him. When she reached the alley mouth, she let go of the 
leash and cried, "Get him, boy!" 

The canine took off down the alley like a rocket. Hearing the sound of 
motion behind him, Paco calmly turned to see what it was -and screamed. 

He raised his arm just as the hound leaped on him. The huge forepaws crashed 
into his belly, knocking the wind out of him and bowling him over. 

Eric slammed him to the ground and jumped on top of him. He gripped Paco's 
arm, and tore at it. 

Lucy ran over and looked down at the writhing young punk. She said, "Stop, 
Eric!" 

Eric placed his paws on Paco's chest. When Paco tried to wiggle free, the 
hound bared his mouthful of sharp teeth and growled viciously. 

Paco shrieked, "Christ, lady, get that fucking dog off of me!" 

"Shut up." Lucy kicked him in the side. 

Paco gasped, "Lady, what the fuck's wrong with you?! You crazy?! " 

Lucy leaned down. "Remember me?" 

"No! I never seen you before! I swear!" 

"Think back to the night in the basement. There were you and two of your 
friends and a blonde girl. Sound familiar?" 

All the blood drained from his face. "Jesus it's you!" 

"That's right, asshole. I bet you never expected to run into me again at 
least, not like this!" 

Paco begged for mercy. Lucy kicked him some more. She said, "Where's your 
buddies? I'm dying to see them again, too." 

Paco hysterically told her that Melvin had died from an overdose of heroin, 
and that Lou had been bagged on an armed robbery bid, and was doing 
five-to-ten at the joint, upstate. 

"How nice," Lucy hissed. "Then that leaves just you, and me and the dog." 

Paco pleaded, "It wasn't my idea, lady, I swear it on my mother! It was the 
others -they made me do it! Lady, please, in the name of God, have mercy! 
Turn me over to the cops, sure, okay, but don't let this dog at me!" 

Lucy said, "Why don't you scream for help? Go ahead, do it. I want to hear 
you scream for help." 

Paco screamed, "Help! Help me somebody! Help!" 

Lucy laughed softly. "See? Nothing happens. Nobody comes to see who's in 
danger. This is New York, remember?" 

Paco saw death in her eyes. He whimpered, "Please, lady, please! I'm sorry I 
did it! But let me live! I'm the only support of my widowed mother and my 
brothers and sisters! Let me live! Have mercy!" 

"Fuck mercy it's justice I'm after! The justice of the streets!" Lucy smiled 
grimly. "And that means no mercy at all!" 

She screamed, "RIP HIM, ERIC!" 

Eric's jaws opened wide and Paco saw the mouthful of razor-sharp teeth 
lunging for his soft throat and he screamed.. . 

Eric made short work of him. Sickened and swaying, Lucy said chokingly, 
"That's enough, Eric. He's dead, boy. That's enough." 

Lucy used her sweater to wipe the blood off Eric's snout She was weak-kneed 
and trembling. She tucked the sweater in her pocket book, and took hold of 
her end of the leash. 

She and the hound left the alley. Nobody was in sight. The streets were 
empty. 

As soon as they were in her apartment, Lucy threw the locks and bolts and 
ripped off her clothes. 

She was filled with an unholy excitement and tension she could relieve in 
only one possible way. 

She pulled off her jeans and panties and tossed them aside. 

She didn't even bother to arrange a pillow for her knees. She just dropped 
on her hands and knees on the carpeted floor of the studio. 

Eric shared her excitement. Blood and the thrill of the kill had struck deep 
chords in his animal's intellect. 

His dog's cock was as thick and stiff as Lucy could ever remember having 
seen it. And she had seen it erect many times in the months since she had 
gotten the dog. 

Eric mounted her. Lucy was so excited that she felt she could support an 
animal that weighed ten times as much as he did. 

Eric's stiff member prodded her buttocks. Not for the first time, Lucy 
wondered if it would be possible to train the dog to stick it in her ass. 

Reluctantly she decided that it probably couldn't be done. To fit such a 
large member inside her tiny anus would be so much work that she was sure 
that Eric couldn't restrain himself from putting it in her pussy. 

His underside, hard and ribbed, rubbed against her curved rump. His cock 
pushed open her labia and penetrated her. 

She was so excited that her pussy membranes were already slippery with 
lubrication. The dog filled her like no man had ever done, or could ever do. 

Eric began that frenzied humping motion. Sometimes, he became so frantic, 
and he was so big, that he hurt Lucy. 

This time, she was so erotically charged that the pain of the humping merely 
served as a spur for her pleasure. 

She vibrated her hips in response to the pumping of the hound. Eric's tongue 
slid out from between his teeth. 

Saliva dripped on Lucy's shoulder blades. The dog's breath was hot on the 
back of her neck. 

Lucy groaned from deep in her belly. The dog whined and yipped along with 
her. 

Eric came inside her pussy. The dog's cock continued to pump into her pussy 
like a piston of flesh in a tight, pink-membraned cylinder. 

Lucy had to fight the urge to throw back her head and howl. Her eyes rolled 
up in her head so that only the whites of them showed. 

Spurting wetness inside her cunt told her that the hound had reached his 
climax. Canine come jetted inside her. 

Lucy whipped her head from side to side. Eric coming inside her was the 
stimulus that pulled the trigger on her orgasm. 

The climax hit her like a lightning bolt. She felt as though her body heat 
was burning her to a cinder. 

"Burn me up, then," she whispered. 

Her head sagged until her forehead rested on the floor. 

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a key rattling in the lock of her door. 

It was Edward. She and he had exchanged the keys to their respective 
apartments. 

In a flash of memory, Lucy recalled that he had planned to do some shopping 
for food and come to the apartment at dinnertime, when she would fix it into 
a meal. 

Her first instinct was paralyzing fear. In the murderous heats and lusts of 
this day, she had forgotten all about it! 

She was just about to shake Eric off, when a thought occurred to her after 
all she had done this day, including murder, she would be pretty stupid to 
get upset at being caught with her dog. 

Edward claimed that he loved her. Very well, she would let her discover the 
truth about her and her dog, and test the sincerity of his affection. 

The door swung open. She heard him entering the apartment, then shutting the 
door. 

All unsuspecting, he called, "Lucy?" 

"In here," she called in reply. 

Edward strolled into the studio. "Hey, honey, what are you GOOD LORD!" 

Edward froze dead in his tracks. He seemed to have turned to stone, so 
motionless was he. 

His jaw hung open in slack-jawed amazement and shock. His face was pale and 
white as a sheet, and his eyes stared in disbelief. 

It seemed that time stood still. It was very quiet in the room. The sounds 
of traffic in the street filtered up here. 

Lucy licked her lips. "Would you.. . care to join us?" 

Edward blinked. He took his key ring out of his pocket, removed the key to 
Lucy's apartment, and tossed it on the floor, all without saying a word. 

Then, he turned on his heel, walked out of the apartment, and ran blindly 
down the stairs and into the street. 

Lucy shrugged. "Well, if that's the way you feel about it, so much for you!" 

And she stuck her tongue out at him, even though he wasn't there. 

With that, she ended the chapter of her involvement with Edward Vane, the 
internationally renowned artist who would be haunted for the rest of his 
tragic life by the shocking and humiliating knowledge that his lover had 
been unfaithful to him with a dog-a dog! 

Lucy was surprised by how little she cared about his leaving. She realized 
that she must not have cared for him very deeply after all. 

But there was someone that she did care for very deeply, almost as much as 
she loved Eric and that person was Carol. 

Later that night, Carol climbed the stairs to Lucy's apartment. She knocked 
on the door, and Lucy hurried to open it, Eric tagging along at her heels. 

Lucy wore a flimsy white negligee, sheer and gauzy. Her pink-nippled breasts 
and the curves of her body could be clearly seen through the garment. 

She opened the door, and practically yanked Carol inside. She slammed the 
door and locked and bolted it. 

She flung her arms around Carol's neck, and covered her face with wet 
kisses, leaving the brunette breathless and blushing. 

Lucy stepped back. She spread her legs shoulder-width apart. Her breasts 
jiggled and strained against the sheer fabric. 

Eric trotted to her side. The dog's tongue hung out, and he panted hungrily 
and happily. 

Lucy rubbed the dog between his ears, and on the back of his neck. Eric 
rubbed against her thighs. 

Lucy gestured toward the open door to her bedroom. She smiled invitingly and 
said, "Won't you join us?" 

"I'd love to," Carol smiled. 

Lucy took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Eric trotted in right 
behind them. 

Lucy stripped Carol naked, and pulled her down on the bed, embracing her. 
Eric jumped and made it a threesome. 

Then the three of them proved that after all is said and done, a dog is 
still woman's best friend. 

Lucy and Carol lay down on the bed. They lay side by side, on their sides, 
each facing the other. 

Eric stood at the bedside, eyes alert, ears cocked back, waiting to see how 
the ladies would settle before making his move. 

Lucy reached out and touched Carol's breasts. They were soft and warm. The 
nipples hardened at her touch. 

She pressed against Carol. Their breasts nuzzled, the sensitive nipples 
grazing each other's flesh. 

Their heads moved closer. Lucy pressed her lips to Carol's mouth. Their 
tongues fenced. 

Their hands moved along each other's thighs and legs with slow, broad, 
soothing caresses. Hands fluttered on flesh. 

Lucy felt a tingling warmth in her pussy. Her juices, the thick and pungent 
secretions of arousal, began to flow. 

Carol's hands were light but insistent on Lucy's shoulders. Carol was trying 
to push Lucy on her back, so she could climb on top. 

Lucy pushed back. "Let me do you, Carol." 

Carol sighed. "I see that I can't take the dominant role with you anymore." 

"Certainly not!" Lucy laughed. 

"Oh, just you wait until you come to visit me at my apartment," Carol said. 
"Then I'll give you the spanking of your life!" 

"Such insolent impertinence," Lucy said. "I'm seriously thinking of warming 
your bottom for you right now, dear." 

"Well.. . " Carol said, "I won't deny that I could use it-" 

"You surely could," Lucy said. "And I'm going to see that you get it!" 

Lucy sat on the bed with her bare back pressed against the headboard. The 
polished wood was cool against her flesh. 

She patted her lap. "Come to me, my pretty bitch." 

Carol looked coyly over her shoulder. "If I'm a bitch, does that mean that 
I'll get to be serviced by your beautiful dog." 

"Maybe," Lucy said. "We shall see. Now, get across my lap." 

Carol crawled over the bed, and lay face down across Lucy's thighs. Carol's 
bush rubbed against the warm, smooth flesh. 

Lucy circled Carol's waist with her arm, holding her in place. She rubbed 
her palm against Carol's soft and luscious bottom cheeks. 

Carol opened her legs so Lucy could get at her pussy, but Lucy was not so 
easily diverted. 

Instead of fondling Carol's pussy, Lucy began giving the brunette a smart 
and stinging hand spanking. 

The room was fdled with the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh. Carol 
groaned and sighed and wiggled. 

Eric's nostrils widened as he caught the pungent scent of sexually aroused 
women. 

Lucy didn't spank Carol to punish; she only wanted to warm Carol's bottom 
up, and put some glowing red color into the cheeks. 

Lucy pushed Carol off her. Still leaning against the headboard, she spread 
her legs wide. 

Carol looked at her with glittering eyes, and licked her lips. 

Lucy pointed at her pussy. "You know what to do. Show me that you know how 
to please, like a good little girl." 

Carol lay on her belly, with her face even with Lucy's pussy. She put . her 
hands on Lucy's thighs. 

Carol licked her lips as her head lowered to Lucy's pussy. Her lips brushed 
against Lucy's labia. 

Carol stuck out her tongue, and licked inside Lucy, tasting her juices. Her 
tongue traveled along the dripping membranes. 

Lucy murmured, "Lift up your bottom, .Carol." 

Carol stopped what she was doing, and looked up inquisitively. 

Lucy said, "You're doing such a nice job on me, that I thought you could use 
a reward." 

Carol folded her legs underneath her, then lifted her behind, so that it was 
the most elevated part of her body. 

She knelt between Lucy's open legs. Her knees pressed into the mattress, and 
her reddened bottom wriggled. 

"That's the way, dear," Lucy said. "Keep your tail up, and you'll be 
rewarded for your efforts." 

Eric whined. His massive paws scraped against the floorboards. 

Lucy said, "Up, Eric! Come on, boy!" 

Eagerly the huge hound hopped on the bed. He came up to Lucy, and nuzzled 
her breasts with the cold nose of his snout. 

His jaws opened, and his long tongue slurped sloppily over Lucy's breasts, 
leaving wide glistening tracks of saliva on them. 

The nipples, of course, were made harder and stiffer than ever. 

Lucy directed Eric to Carol. Carol gasped as the dog trotted behind her, and 
applied his astounding tongue to her bottom and pussy. 

Eric was aroused by the taste and odor of the brunette's pussy. His dog's 
cock hardened and grew. , It dangled beneath him, brushing against the 
short-haired surface of his lean belly. He licked his chops with eager 
excitement. 

Carol gasped as Eric mounted her. The hound rested his massive paws on her 
back, and rose on his hindquarters. 

Lucy took hold of Carol's ears, and pulled her face back down to her pussy. 

She said, "Just because you're being serviced by my stud of a dog, doesn't 
mean that you can forget about pleasing me!" 

Eric bumped his cock against Carol's soft parts. Carol moaned as the dog 
cock penetrated her pussy, pushing the labia to the sides. . 

Lucy rocked her hips back and forth. Carol tongued her frantically, 
expressing her excitement with her lips and tongue working on Lucy's 
dripping sex. 

Eric humped against Carol's backside, wild and without restraint. Carol 
moaned from the weight of him on her recently spanked bottom. 

Lucy looked at the scene through blurred eyes. She saw Carol's face pressed 
against her pussy, and Eric's boxlike head was only inches away from her. 

The dog yipped and whined with pleasure as he humped Carol. Lucy reached out 
and rubbed and scratched the dog between his ears. 

Carol's tongue flicked and lashed along Lucy's slit. Her wet lips found the 
clitoris and sucked gently on it. 

Lucy moaned. Eric licked her hand. His dog's body worked like a machine as 
he humped Carol. 

Carol gasped and moaned, her cries muffled against Lucy's pussy. The bed 
rocked and shook as the trio moved on it. 

Eric came with a spurt. His head lowered, and rested on Carol's gasping, 
heaving back. His hindquarters gave a few final spasmodic heaves. 

Lucy came. Heat detonated in her clitoris and fireballed through her belly 
and thighs. She closed her thighs on Carol's head. 

Lucy shuddered as her orgasm hit her. She crossed her arms over her breasts 
as she hugged herself and cried out in ecstasy. 

She opened her thighs, releasing Carol. Carol looked up, her face wet and 
shining. 

Lucy patted Eric's head. "Good doggie," she moaned. "Sweet, sweet doggie." 


THE END
