Carlotta Graham

The lap dog

CHAPTER ONE

They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door, leaning on one another and staggering a little. Then both quieted down as they stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and not quite remembering how. The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and then fished out a key. For several seconds he tried to fit it into the lock, finally swearing good-naturedly: "If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!"

"Oh, Jack, don't say such things," the young woman giggled, looking around nervously. "The neighbors might hear."

"Fuck the neighbors," the man answered in a slightly slurred voice. All at once the key slid in the lock and he opened the door, starting inside, but then he halted and, giving an exaggerated bow, spoke grandly to his female companion.

"Would the lady care to enter?" he said with a little hiccup. And the lady did enter, sweeping majestically into the house, her entry marred only when she tripped a little on the doorsill. The man followed her in and shut the door.

"Oh, Christ, what a party," he said, collapsing into a chair.

"Yes, and I hope you don't remember a thing tomorrow. Do you know what you did? You were dancing on your knees on that funny old table with a lampshade…"

"Enough!" Jack ordered. "We got better things to do than talk about parties that've already happened. C'mere, wench." He reached his arms up commandingly, but the woman pirouetted coquettishly just out of his reach, pretending shyness. She was young, in her early twenties, of average height – but beyond that, there wasn't anything else average about her. Long heavy blonde hair cascaded down to frame a truly lovely fine-boned face, highlighted by a pair of huge blue eyes set like Alpine lakes against her creamy rose-tinted complexion. While her dress was cut fairly modestly, neither too low in the front nor too short, it could not entirely hide the lush ripe body underneath. Although she was a blonde, she was not a frosty blonde, but rather a warm soft combination of golds and rich creams and tender yellow rose petals. All in all she was a very desirable young woman, and the man called Jack was obviously aware of it, as he should have been. They were married – Jack and Angela Sims.

"Ah-ha, going to play hard to get," Jack teased, jumping up from the chair. For an instant he staggered and almost fell backward but, quickly regaining his balance, the obviously tipsy young man took out after his wife as she ran squealing and laughing toward the bedroom. Cornered near the bed, the lovely young blonde turned at bay, holding up her hands protectingly.

"Oh, please, sir, I beg of you, don't ravish an innocent young girl," she begged in a high falsetto.

"You're out of luck, baby. You'll never walk out of here a virgin," the man growled in mock threat. Reaching out, he circled the young beauty with his arms and pressed her violently to him. As their lips met, all pretense faded and they melted together in a long passionate kiss.

"Oh, Jack," Angela breathed, "do that again." She drew in her breath sharply as her husband's right hand slipped up under her dress, sliding for a moment over her satiny thighs, moving insistently up toward the soft curl-covered "vee" above. For a moment her legs clamped tightly together, not to protect her modesty, but in unconscious reaction to the burning power of his touch.

"Oh, Jack," she breathed again, and her body seemed to go limp against his. Without a word he reached around behind her back and unzipped her dress. Reaching down he began to draw the dress upward, baring his wife's firm graceful thighs as the dress snaked up over her body. He had a moment's trouble working the material up over the voluptuous swell of her breasts, but she helped, raising her arms obediently, and a moment later the dress was off and her hair settled back down over her shoulders in a golden cloud. The young beauty was left wearing only her lacy brassiere, white bikini panties and pantyhose. The brassiere went next.

Once again the young man reached behind his willing captive, unsnapping her brassiere and then pulling it impatiently forward, down over her arms, letting free the firmly rounded breasts which quivered a little as the girl's body swayed from her husband's rough handling. The young man stared hungrily down at the perfect full mounds of soft cream-white flesh, noticing that the cooler air in the room was already making the pale pink nipples harden involuntarily. With a stifled groan, the young husband bent a little lower and buried his head between the resilient roundness, then began to eagerly slide his wet lips over the hard berry-like little tips, nipping lightly with his teeth.

"Aaah," his wife moaned in helpless pleasure, letting her hands move up his strong muscular back to work lovingly into his thick brown hair, pressing him even more tightly against her sensitively palpitating breasts. Jack then slid slowly down to his knees, never letting his lips leave his wife's naked flesh, until finally his neck was bent upward at a sharp angle. Hooking his fingers in the narrow elastic band that girdled his wife's hips, he pulled down, slowly working her panties and pantyhose together down over her richly flaring hips, pausing a moment as her thighs began to be bared, to reach up and lightly caress with his fingertips the sparse golden down up between them.

The young wife had already kicked off her shoes, and in sudden impatience Jack pulled down hard on the material in his hands, wanting to get the disrobing over with.

"Watch out," Angela said. "Don't tear them."

"The hell with that," Jack answered, his voice hoarse with passion, "I'll buy you another pair. Dozens." Without saying another word the excited young man buried his burning lips into the smooth flesh just below his wife's navel, causing her stomach muscles to suck in from the sudden shock of his touch. The young woman swayed for a moment above her husband, her fingers tangling reflexively in his hair, half in defense, half in delight, as the young man's hotly working lips slid lower and lower over her belly, finally nibbling at the top of her softly curled pussy hair.

"D-Do you think we should make love after drinking so much?" she asked shakily, almost as if she hoped he wouldn't answer, and he didn't, only slid his hands around to seize her by the hips, his thumbs digging into her tender belly. For a long moment the young wife stood in indecision. She knew what her husband seemed about to do. He was going to lick her down there between the legs! Never in her young life had this been done to her before, and some part of her mind warned her that it was wrong, depraved. All her training told her to pull Jack's head away from her this instant, but at the same time a hot flush of passion swept over her body, partly fueled perhaps by the alcohol that boiled through her system, but she didn't care. She stood still in trembling anticipation as her husband's lewdly questing lips slid lower into her vaginal hair, reaching at last the top of her anxiously quivering cuntal slit…

"Damn!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his mouth away. "I've got to get out of my clothes before I lose my mind." Lurching to his feet, the frenzied young man began tearing desperately at his clothes, leaving his wife standing alone and naked, disappointment and relief playing games within her head. The anticipatory tingling high up between her thighs quickly changed to belly-twisting frustration.

To get her mind off what she considered obscene and unnatural thoughts, the naked young Goddess fastened her attention on her husband as he quickly shed his clothes, appreciating for the hundredth time his strong chest as it was quickly bared before her. He was a lot taller than she – six feet to her five feet five, but she liked the way she was able to nestle into his arms, and remembered that when they were both naked his penis dug deliciously into her belly, igniting hungers there so strong that they made her a little ashamed. Jack was fumbling with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his legs, kicking them unceremoniously into a comer, then stood up to face her, wearing only his shorts. Angela could see that his penis was already hard, pushing the material out from his loins like the white beak of some strange bird. Finally, looking his wife straight in the eye, Jack pulled his shorts down, his rigidly erect penis springing free, bouncing gently in front of her fascinated gaze. The young wife blushed at her own boldness and looked quickly away.

"What's the matter, don't you like it anymore?" her husband asked with a little laugh, and then laughing no more, he started toward her, lust written all over his face. Angela expected him to take her in his arms again, but instead the desire-inflamed young man pushed her backward toward the bed, causing her to lose her balance as the mattress caught her behind the knees. With a little startled cry, the young blonde tumbled back on the bed, her legs opening automatically as she tried to fight for balance, unconsciously baring the narrow pink slit between her legs to her husband's hungry gaze.

Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs around so that she lay lengthwise on the bed. He crawled up between her thighs, then, poising over her for a moment.

"Please, Jack, don't be rough," Angela pleaded, but she could see by his face that lust had made him a stranger to her. Looking down at the beautiful girl spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward with a groan and dug his hands greedily into her tender body, letting his strong fingers knead her smooth soft belly, then slide up to squeeze her palpitating breasts, leaving scarlet marks in the tender white flesh. Angela groaned in a combination of both pleasure and pain as her husband began to roll her sensitive nipples into pebble-hard little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a long thrill of excitement shuddering through her body. Even though she would like her husband to be more gentle, to take a little more time with her, the now panting young wife felt her body responding to the rough stimulation. She looked up with passion-glazed eyes, beginning to lose herself in his touch, her body beginning to slowly writhe beneath him.

Then his hands were gone, and Angela looked down to see Jack sitting half back on his haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance, while with the other hand he seized his massive cock and placed it against her desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the soft blonde hair with the blood-bloated tip, and working it in between her throbbing cuntal lips.

"Oh God," she moaned, "that feels so good." Raising her head up off the bed, the impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of angry red male flesh poised against her sensitive genitals, mesmerized by the way the smooth bulbous head flattened against her moistly trembling inner flesh. Oh, how she wanted that marvelous pleasure-giving shaft to stroke her full of wanton ecstasy, bring her to a peak of final fulfillment. If only he didn't… with growing despair the young woman saw how her husband's mighty penis was already swollen almost to the bursting point – how the whole length of it throbbed and jerked as if it had a life of its own, as if he were already about to cum.

"Take your time, oh please take your time," she begged. "Make it last for me, Jack." But the young man was past all hearing as he stared down at the tender flesh beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into the needfully dilating vaginal opening that would soon house his entire aching member. With an inarticulate cry, the young man let his full weight fall forward, pressing deep into the softly clinging passage below, letting his hips drive his throbbing penis slowly and relentlessly up into the desire-heated depths between his wife's legs.

"Oh, Christ," he moaned, feeling as if his cock were going to explode immediately, knowing how much he wanted the sweet agony of shooting his hot sperm up into Angela's trembling little belly. And Angela too felt the pulsating member slide up into her more than willing vagina, hurting for a moment and then seeming to fill her with a wild electric shock.

"Uuuuunnnnnhhh," she moaned, her quivering thighs failing open wider to welcome the wonderful intrusion. Perhaps the liquor had released some inhibitions, but the delighted young woman realized she had almost cum with that first hard push. "Maybe tonight… oh God, maybe! Make love to me, Jack," she moaned, "make love to me hard."

The powerful young man hovering above her drew his cock part way out of her hungering cuntal depths, ready to thrust it deep once again to bring her the relief she so desperately needed. Then his body froze and a look of agony came over his face. "I-I can't," he gasped. "I-I'm going to cum… can't hold it back." To her horror, the excited young housewife felt her husband's burgeoning cock already trembling in her, beginning to spasm, too soon, too soon!

"Try, Jack, try," she begged, but it was no use. With an inarticulate cry, the young man fell forward, once again ramming his heavy weapon far up into Angela's receptive cunt just as his white-hot sperm began to spout from the incredibly swollen head.

"Now, now, I'm cumming now," he cried as his back arched, holding his prematurely spurting member buried deep up inside his wife's body.

"No, no," Angela wailed in despair, her hips thrashing as if she were trying to work her husband's rigid penis in and out of her pussy all by herself, knowing that in just another few seconds she would have had the orgasm she so violently needed, the orgasm that had been denied her for so long. Churning and panting, the desperate young woman tried to make it come true, but it was useless. With a final groan, her husband collapsed heavily over her body, pinning her motionless with his exhausted weight. Already she could feel his depleted penis shrinking into uselessness up inside her desperately clutching vagina. Her body too, gave one last frantic shudder, but then surrendered in despair, lying in simmering frustrated need on the bed. The two, husband and wife, lay that way for several moments.

"I-I'm sorry," Jack panted, finally raising his head, but unable to look his wife straight in the eye.

"Sorry," she began bitterly. "Sorry… how does that help…" but then she broke off as she saw the hurt look on her husband's handsome face. "I didn't mean that," she said quickly. "I-I… sometimes I guess I just don't know what I'm saying." Reaching up tenderly, the lovely young blonde began caressing her husband's head, soothing him as if he had been the disappointed one. They lay quietly together for a while, he beside her now, until finally he rolled away from her body with a grunt and was almost instantly asleep. It took the toiling woman quite some time to work the blankets and sheets down so that she could cover him, and then she too crawled under the covers. The young wife closed her eyes to try and sleep, but they soon popped open again. While she had been engaged in comforting her husband, Angela had not noticed her own need, but now that she was lying still in bed, the nagging demanding hunger was once again making itself felt.

Nervously the young wife shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together as if trying to smother the fire that continued to smolder up between them, threatening to burst into flame at any moment. But the added pressure only forced her sensitive vaginal lips against one another and actually increased her frustration. Half-stifling a moan of desire, the young woman felt one hand sliding down over her naked belly underneath the sheets as if it had a life of its own. She knew what she was going to do and tried to stop herself in guilty horror, but it was no use. Inch by inch her trembling hand descended, until it was resting nervously on her soft-curled pubic mound. The confused blonde knew this was wrong and tried to will herself to stop, but her body was crying out for release, and bit by bit, the only thing left in her fevered mind was the reality of those ready fingers poised so near to her aching need.

Not conscious that she had moved, the raggedly breathing girl suddenly felt her fingers press hard against her fevered cuntal flesh, all her fingers at once massaging in a slow soothing movement, touching herself first here, then there, almost crying aloud as a hot bolt of sheer bliss radiated up from her grateful cunt.

Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger into the hot wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness, stroking the sensitive inner surfaces until finally it poised right over her expectantly throbbing little clitoris, then pressed down hard on the tiny sensation bud. Angela's entire body jerked as if someone had run a heavy charge of electricity through it, her back arching and mouth and eyes opening wide. For a moment the young woman held frozen in this position as if she had been turned to stone, but then she slowly settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible spasm passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle finger lightly over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what would follow. From time to time the maddening finger slid lower along the wet slippery slit, dipping experimentally just up inside her steaming pussy opening, wetting itself with the fresh secretions of her passion that bubbled there, then back up to stroke her painfully swollen clitoris. Thus Angela worked herself up to an unbearable passion with her torturing finger. With a groan she opened her sleek white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far up into her hungry cunt, sighing with relief as she felt herself partially filled.

But it was not enough. Compared to the great rod of flesh that had so deliciously stretched her vagina such a short time ago, the panting young housewife knew that her one finger was ridiculously inadequate. Desperately she inserted another finger, worming them around in a wild pattern as far up into her burning vaginal depths as she could reach, then beginning to slide them rhythmically in and out, her hips rising to meet them in an obscene motion as old as time. On and on she thrust, her head beginning to twist and turn on the pillow as her passion mounted, her eyes half-closed, staring out unseeingly beneath her long silky lashes. Once Jack groaned and rolled over in his sleep and the startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her sinful act, but in a few seconds her husband was once again loudly snoring, deeply anesthetized by alcohol and sex.

Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened housewife put in a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into her shuddering loins for a seeming eternity. In and out the rigid fingers flashed, wet and gleaming from her heated vaginal secretions. Finally, the lewdly twisting young blonde felt it coming, her desperately needed orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving belly like a building tidal wave, bigger and bigger until she knew it would break over her in exquisite bliss any moment. But the straining young woman was unprepared for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot up from her contracting womb to expand her already swollen breasts, then back down again to ricochet wildly over her spasming loins. She had to stuff her free hand in her mouth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy while her hips jerked up hard against her pounding fingers, once, twice, three times, her stomach muscles sucking in convulsively. The climaxing young wife was dimly aware of a warm slippery flood gushing out over her hand as her climaxing womb released its long stored up passion. Then, with one last shudder, it was over, and Angela's lovely body collapsed back limply into the mattress, her ringers slipping wetly from her still vibrating cunt. Right then, the temporarily satisfied young wife wouldn't have cared if her husband woke up to stare at her in disbelief as she lay gasping in pleasure, her face radiant with fulfillment, her taut, wide-set breasts using and falling quickly with her labored breathing.

But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. Once again she had been unable to stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought. Once again she had let the shameful needs of her body win out over her conscience. Large slow tears trickled from her eyes, turning them into huge blue liquid pools as the full knowledge of her weakness tore apart her triumphant mood of just a few seconds ago. Why, oh why did she do things like this? the unhappy young blonde asked herself in agony. There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in growing despair. She was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody somewhere was speeding it up. In the back of her mind she dimly realized that it was normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the same time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.

Angela's parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to raise their daughter within their own code. While they were never cruel or capricious, they were at the same time unyielding, completely convinced of the divine rightness of their views. Naturally, the area in which they had been most strict was in regard to sex, or rather the denial of it. Angela was forbidden to go out with boys until her senior year in high school, and then only with those carefully screened and selected by her parents. At the same time, her parent's deeply ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell her anything about "sex", which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be repeated only when necessary for the emphasis of important moral lessons. So the young girl grew up totally ignorant of the implications of her parent's repeated warnings against the sins of the flesh.

Several times the dull young men her parents picked out for Angela proved to a little more enterprising than expected and made fumbling passes, attempting to fondle her budding young breasts or sliding inexperienced hands up under her dress. It was less a knowledge of what the boys were trying to do than an automatic revulsion to their strained panting and lust-filled expressions that caused the young girl to fend them off.

The big change came though, when Angela went to college. There was no college near her home town, so she was sent off to a large university upstate, one of the best, armed with her parents' blessings and warnings to shun evil ways. By this time she was in the full bloom of her young beauty, a dream vision to the horny young men on campus. They all went after her in a rush, and the first year was one of confusion and near terror for the inexperienced young girl.

For two or three years Angela had lived in horror of someday some man putting his… thing… up there, ever since one of her more precocious girl friends had told the young innocent the facts of life, taking childish delight in frightening Angela as much as possible. But now, for the first time, the budding beauty found herself occasionally thinking that might not be a bad idea. Strange tingling yearnings inside her heretofore ignored inner passage demanded some kind of attention.

Perhaps the confused young woman might have fallen victim to one of the hungry predatory young male students if she hadn't had another very important line of defense – the sanctity of her virginity! Time and time again Angela saved herself by desperately clinging to the idea that she must have this precious flower to offer the man she would eventually marry. Imprisoned in the arms of some strong young male, panting with desire as the young Lothario expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would pull away at the very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each encounter brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical surrender. Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of being a cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her would-be lovers. If any of them had had a little more patience and psychology, she would have soon tumbled into their waiting beds. As it was, Angela was a very physical girl, or, at least her body was. But, after twenty years of strict parental training, her mind was straight, narrow… and frightened.

And then she met Jack. Jack Sims was more than four years older than Angela. A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the young ex-soldier was now in college on the G.I. Bill. He was tall and good-looking, and enough smarter and more experienced than the other young males on campus to be able to have his pick of the girls. One look at Angela was enough to turn the trick for Jack. After two years of slogging through jungles, dodging ambushes, the lovely Technicolor reality of this innocent young coed was enough to guide Cupid's arrow right through the center of his heart. At first a little nervous around the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon came to treasure the seemingly mature guidance he gave her.

Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew they were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed Angela's last natural psychological protection against the temptations of lust.

One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass behind the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes and the dark. Jack had removed Angela's brassiere, not for the first time. However, in the past, this was about as far as it ever went, Jack delighting his intended by nibbling and sucking at the ripely rounded mounds that she so timidly exposed to him. Maybe it was the spring air, maybe it was just time, but the whole thing got out of hand. A couple of times before, Jack had got as far as to slip a finger inside the elastic leg band of Angela's panties, once even working it part way up inside her incredibly tight little virginal opening. The first time Angela had ever felt this happen had almost stunned her by the intensity of the feelings awakened in her long-denied body, but, at the same time, she became frightened and made Jack stop.

This time the delighted, if apprehensive, young virgin did not stop the intruding finger, but, instead, writhed and moaned on the soft grass as Jack wormed his middle finger higher and higher up inside her tight cuntal depths, relaxing, stretching wide the reluctant opening. By the time Jack was working her panties down over her feet, the wildly aroused young coed was past knowing what was happening, and didn't notice Jack pulling down his pants to release his already erect cock-shaft. Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight, and the delicious stroking of her eager young cunt changed into incredible pain. Looking up suddenly, the terrified virgin saw Jack's manly form hovering over her, his hips pressed tightly into her own agonized loins. Some last bit of control kept the young woman from screaming out into the night as Jack's mighty rod of lust-driven male flesh tore through her fragile hymen, searing her loins with agony. Mercifully, it was short, and the excited Jack was cumming after several long hard stabs up into the virgin depths below, engulfing her no longer virginal cunt with the first hot flood of sperm she had ever known.

Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather, what she had let happen to her. Vowing to never again become involved in such an obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined to discover herself, just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled below a panting and thrusting Jack. The dam had been breached! Angela had launched on her sexual life as a mature woman whether she knew it or not. But, still the young woman held on to her beliefs, convincing herself that this was different, even if still somehow sinful. After all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and, being influenced by some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the eager young girl said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a marriage certificate could never make her love for her man any righter than it was just now. But that's as far as it went. Never would the young coed have even let the thought enter her mind of sleeping with another man, one not intended her by God.

Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty. The second time she made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt kind of good. For the next two or three weeks.

Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her, gaining warm satisfaction out of the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the act, and a few sensitive tickles for herself. But then one day, after Jack had coaxed her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela had to slide up and down on her lover's impaling cock, the young woman had suddenly been stunned by an incredible sensation that burst unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes opening wide in shock, the young girl had let out a little yelp and jumped off Jack's body, his huge gleaming shaft slipping out of her cunt and rearing up like an angry white cobra.

"Hey, what the…?" Jack exclaimed. "What happened?"

"I-I don't know," Angela said in confusion. "Something happened… felt strange inside." To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.

"You just had your first orgasm, silly," he chuckled.

"Really?" Angela responded. A pleased little smile came over her face and she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.

"Hey, wait a minute," Jack said in mock sternness. "You may have had your orgasm, but I haven't had mine." He pointed to his swollen penis and ordered, "Now, get back up on there and don't stop until you milk it dry."

Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own second orgasm just as Jack began pumping his hot semen up into her ever more receptive womb. In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring lover, bringing Angela to orgasm time after time. But for some reason it all changed after their marriage. For reasons that neither of the young couple could put their finger on, Jack became more hasty, not exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to hold back his orgasm until his new wife had hers. In the nearly twelve months since they had been married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just enough to tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still the raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.

All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife's mind as she lay in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down her cheeks. She didn't know how much longer she could fight the powerful desires that coursed through her sensual young body, and, at the same time, she hated herself for being the victim of these desires. "Temptations of the flesh," her parents had said, and she succumbed to them like the most wanton scarlet woman. If only she could be satisfied with her lot, Angela thought in despair. She loved her husband, and they got along in all ways but this one, the one she couldn't seem to do without. Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at least escaping the terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body unfulfilled, had come to her. In despair, she put the thought from her mind, but it came back on its own, seaming her that something would have to be done soon, or she would lose her mind.

Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and she lay stretched out beside her husband, a false picture of youth and beauty and contentment.

CHAPTER TWO

Jack Sims eased his car into the company parking lot, wincing as the tires bounced roughly over a high spot in the pavement. Damn, I must have got drunk last night, he thought, trying not to move his aching head. Half remembered images of the party flickered through his mind, but much more sharp were his recollections of that sexual debacle with Angela after they got home.

What the hell was the matter with him? he asked himself bitterly. Two years they had gone together, having no trouble making love, and now, all of a sudden, this. Like most men, Jack hated to put the blame for sexual inadequacy on himself, and had been looking for some time for a way to lay at least some of it on his wife, and, little by little, he was beginning to be successful, at least in his own mind. She just made him feel so… so… tense. No wonder he couldn't hold it back.

And maybe there was a little boredom in the whole thing, too. As a young man, Jack had had a dizzying succession of women, but now, for something like three years the only woman he'd slept with was Angela. Not that she wasn't worth sleeping with, he thought ruefully. Hell, he'd never found a more beautiful woman, no one who turned on more in bed. For just an instant, a faint thought flickered in the back of Jack's mind, a thought perhaps too close to the truth for him to really let live long. Thinking of his wife's passionate responses to his love-making stirred up some old fear, a subtle feeling that somehow she was threatening something in him, in his manhood, and, for a moment, Jack knew he probably had the key, but then it was gone, pushed from his memory by automatic mental defenses. And, besides that, having parked the car, the young man was now entering the plant, and, once in the plant, he tried never to let anything but work occupy his mind. He was ambitious, and felt this was the right way to get ahead.

Jack had taken a degree in mechanical engineering and now worked in the drafting office of a large successful corporation. The job wasn't too high paying, but plenty of other young men would have been happy to be in his place, because the company promoted only from within its own ranks and Jack knew that, if he stuck it out, before long he would be working in the engineering department.

As soon as he sat down at his drafting table, the young up-and-comer knew it was a mistake to go to parties the night before a work day. His head swam and his belly shuddered as he forced himself to begin working. But his determination paid off, because, by noon, his immersion in his work had made him feel a lot better. Going to the company cafeteria, Jack sat down next to one of his closest friends in the plant, Harry Thompson, a man several years older, feeling a lot better than he had a right to.

"Well, if it isn't Al Jolson himself," Harry said. Harry had also been at the party last night.

"I was as bad as all that?" Jack asked ruefully.

"I didn't think you were bad at all. I was far enough gone myself to enjoy your little act. Too bad your wife broke it up, though."

"Oh?" said Jack, honestly not remembering.

"Yeah, when you started to do the striptease," and Harry started to laugh boisterously, but then stopped and grimaced in pain. "Oh Christ, my head," he moaned. "Hey, what was Angela moaning about to my wife last night, anyhow?"

"Angela?" Jack asked in alarm. Christ, if she had been yapping about their bed problems to Myra Thompson, it would be all over town by tonight. "Well, who knows," he added quickly. "You know how women are… or do you? I sure as hell don't. Does any man?"

Jack was a little unhappy with himself that he was unable to keep the exasperation out of his voice. That should be a dead giveaway to Harry that he and Angela were having problems. But Harry just kept on chewing his food, a thoughtful look coming over his big, good-natured face.

"How long you been married?" he finally asked.

"About a year," Jack said cautiously, not knowing what Harry was getting at.

"You know, I been married nearly ten," Harry said, the words a little muffled as he continued to eat. "Had some trouble with the wife the first year or two. Tears, moods, the whole disaster. Took me a little while to figure out the reason… lonely."

"Huh?" Jack asked. Was that a crafty look he saw in Harry's eyes? Impossible. Harry didn't have an ounce of craft in him.

"Yeh, lonely. You know, you got no kids, live out in the sticks, not many people around. What's the poor girl supposed to do, sit around watching T.V. until you get home?" Harry seemed to be finished speaking for the moment and turned his attention back to the sandwich he was eating. Jack thought a moment. His problem with Angela was a lot deeper than Harry knew, but maybe the old boy had something there.

"So what do I do then, Harry, move into a commune or something?"

"Hell no, why don't you get her a pet, maybe a dog."

There was a long silence while Jack thought. During the first part of it, Harry kept on eating, but then he started to get nervous, as if he were afraid Jack were losing interest in the subject. "Tell you what," Harry said abruptly, "I got a dog I can let you have. Beautiful German shepherd. Well trained. Housebroken… the works."

"A German shepherd!" Jack exclaimed in surprise, then a knowing look came over his face. "Why you old bastard," he said, "you engineered this whole conversation. Admit it you just want to get rid of a dog!"

"Oh, come on now, Jack. You really don't think I'd…"

Then, looking contrite, he admitted, "Okay, okay, so I want to get rid of a dog. You know damn well I live in an apartment, and can you figure a German shepherd in an apartment? Look… you live out in the suburbs, almost in the country. You got plenty of place for a big dog to run out in those woods near your place. Besides, the dog'd be good protection for Angela when you're away. Can't afford not to think of that in this day and age."

"Sure, you old bastard. What'd the dog do, chew up your slippers?"

"Hell no, best behaved dog I've ever seen."

"Maybe he's mean, then, you know how German shepherds can get."

"Not a chance. That big clown's the most lovable dog I ever met. Too damn lovable," Harry added in an odd bitter tone before going on, "look, I'm trying to tell you. It's not right to keep a big healthy dog like that in an apartment. I'm going to have to give him to the pound if I don't find a home for him."

"But why me?"

"Why not? Don't you really think it'd be good for Angela to have a dog?" Seeing the younger man weaken a little, Harry pushed on. "I'm not asking for an oath in blood, but why don't you just come out to the house after work and have a look. If you don't like him, that's it. My latest batch of home brew's in, anyhow, and you've been bugging me for a taste for weeks just come on out and have a look, that's all I'm asking."

The desperate tone in Harry's voice should have been enough to warn Jack, but, by now, he really was beginning to wonder if having a dog might not take Angela's mind off their troubles. It might be worth a look.

So, later that afternoon, after work, Jack found himself pulling up Harry's driveway, having followed him home. As he got out of the car, Jack could hear a thunderous barking coming from the upstairs apartment where Harry lived with his wife.

"Christ, you sure that's a dog up there and not a lion?" Jack said acidly.

"Well, like I told you, he's big," Harry answered, and then led the way upstairs. The barking grew more and more excited as the two men neared the apartment, and, for a moment, Jack became a little nervous as his friend fumbled with the lock. Maybe the damn monster wouldn't like him and would tear off a leg. But his fears were groundless. As soon as the door opened, a huge, beautifully marked German shepherd came bounding out and began licking Harry's hands ecstatically, joyously wagging his massive tail and uttering little pleasure-filled whines.

"Okay, old buddy, I know how hard it is on you to be locked up here all day," Harry said, a trifle too loudly, as if the words were really meant for Jack. Just then, the dog saw Jack and froze for a second, not hostilely, but as if he had just seen some new sight that totally captivated his interest. And then, with a graceful proud stride, the big animal pranced over to Jack and began inquisitively sniffing his clothes until satisfied and reached up and licked the newcomer's hand and then thrust his huge head up underneath it, forcing Jack's hand up.

"Wants you to pet him," Harry said, which was a relief to the younger man, who didn't know whether or not it might have signified the big animal was about to take a chunk out of him. Gingerly he reached down and scratched the dog behind the ears, and immediately the big German shepherd sat back on his haunches, a half-foolish look of pleasure coming over his face that made Jack laugh automatically.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," he said to Harry, "he's friendly."

"Yeh, he's friendly all right," Harry answered, that strange bitter tone once again creeping into his voice. But his younger friend didn't notice, becoming captivated by the big animal, who was giving little sighs of pleasure, eyes half closed, as Jack continued to stroke his ears. "C'mon, let's go on in," Harry grunted. "Time for a little home brew."

Jack followed willingly enough. As soon as he stopped his rubbing, the big dog looked up in comic regret, then got up and tagged along after Jack, his massive beautiful head just inches from Jack's leg. The young man experienced a feeling of pleasure, having successfully made friends with this powerful handsome creature. Just the idea of having this great dog walking along docilely at his side gave him a feeling of virile mastery – man the hunter with his savage and loyal companion. Already he was beginning to like the idea of owning the handsome animal.

"Well, here's the latest batch, and not a bad one," Harry was saying as he reached into the refrigerator to pull out an unlabeled quart beer bottle, filled with some slightly cloudy liquid. Stepping over to the sink he pried off the cap. There was a loud pop and a sinister tendril of blue smoke curled out of the opening. Very, very carefully Harry poured part of the contents into two glasses, trying to keep the cloudy sediment from being stirred up. He handed Jack one of the glasses. "Here's looking at ya," he said and took a long drink. Jack followed suit, choking a moment as the strong beer flowed down his throat, but after the first bite he realized Harry had indeed brought in a good batch this time.

By the time the two men had killed the first bottle they were both a little tipsy. The stuff wasn't only good, but it was loaded with high test rocket fuel, Jack thought foggily to himself. By now the whole world looked rosy.

"So what if I take this dog and it doesn't work out?" he asked his co-worker, slightly slurring his words. "Can I bring him back?"

"Sure, sure," Harry answered glibly. "Here, have another glass."

"Oh-ho, trying to get me drunk. Never saw you so ready to part with your home brew. You must really want to get rid of that dog." Getting no answer, the young man thought a moment and then went on. "Only one thing bothers me, really. What if the dog doesn't like Angela?"

For a moment, Jack thought Harry was going to choke on his beer. After a few strangled gasps Harry was finally able to say, "Oh don't you worry about that, he loves women, just loves women!"

Peering fuzzily down into the cloudy depths of his beer, the younger man thought a moment longer. "Okay, Harry, I'll take the dog. But if it doesn't work out, I want you to know he's coming light back here. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Harry answered, nodding solemnly, as if they had just concluded an international peace treaty. "By the way, his name is Hans." The big dog looked up alertly as he heard his name, wondering why the two men were staring so intently at him.

"Well," Jack said draining his glass. "Might as well be getting on my way while I can still drive. If I can walk to the car, that is. By the way, where's your wife, out shopping?"

"No," Harry answered, a sudden shifty look coming into his eyes. "She's off visiting her mother. Left this morning."

"Hey," Jack said, sudden enlightenment coming over him. "You wouldn't be trying to get rid of the dog while she's away and doesn't know what you're doing, would you? Hell, I don't want to buy a bag of trouble with Myra."

"Since when have you worried what Myra thought?" Harry shot back, becoming a little desperate. "We just made a deal, didn't we?"

"Okay, old buddy, don't get all steamed up. I'll stand by my word. I just want to know all the facts before I do something." The truth was, the younger man had become a little more fond of the idea of owning the big beautiful German shepherd with each additional glass of beer. Already he was wondering how Angela would react when he got home with the animal. "How do I get this big brute out to the car?" he asked.

"Nothing to it. C'mon, Hans," Harry ordered, and led the way out of the apartment, the dog following eagerly.

"Seems pretty trusting," Jack said.

"Loves to tide in cars," Harry answered. And sure enough, when the three of them arrived next to Jack's car, Harry opened the back door and Hans quickly jumped in to perch on the back seat, his head nearly scraping the roof. Jack slid in nervously and started the motor.

"Well, wish me luck," he said to Harry, and drove out into the street. When Hans saw that Harry wasn't coming with them, he turned around on the seat to look out the back window as his former master faded away into the distance and whined excitedly.

"For Christ's sake, cut that out," Jack said nervously. "You make me feel like a slave dealer." Hans soon stopped whining, but, all the way out to the suburbs, the big dog lay on the back seat, his head half hidden between his paws, looking like a lost orphan. Jack felt lucky that the dog's confusion and fear didn't take a more dangerous trend.

By the time he pulled up in his own driveway, the slowly sobering Jack was beginning to feel the whole thing was a stupid mistake, one that, for some unknown reason, his old friend Harry had conned him into. The way the dog looked now, the first thing he would do was run away. As the car came to a stop, the front door opened and Angela came out.

"I'm glad you're home," she called. "I was getting a little worried. Where've you been?"

By now Jack had gotten out of the car, and, throwing open the back door, he said, "Not wanting us to have to go through all that nine-month pregnancy stuff, I went out and got us a dependent." At first, his wife didn't know what he was talking about, and then she saw Hans in the back seat and her eyes widened in surprise. Hans saw her at the same time, and the sudden transformation in the animal was incredible. From sheer dejection, his mood changed to one of utter joy. Girl and dog stared at one another for several seconds and then the big animal bounded out of the car and, placing his paws up on Angela's shoulders, kissed her face with his long pink tongue.

"Why Jack," she said in delight. "Where did you get this beautiful dog?" There was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice, and, all at once, her husband started to feel better. Maybe old Harry had something after all.

"Like I said, this is out new dependent, someone to keep you company when the old man's off at the salt mines."

"Oh Jack," Angela beamed, "how wonderful. You mean we can really keep him?" Jack knew he was home free. There wasn't much more he needed to say as his wife and new dog got to know one another. There was one little incident. Hans placed his nose hard up between Angela's legs, pushing her skirt right up into the "vee" between her thighs, sniffing and nuzzling, and he didn't seem about to quit. "Naughty dog," Angela scolded, but for a moment it didn't seem to do much good. Finally Jack had to come up and pull the dog back by the collar.

Looking down at the obviously confused animal, Jack said, "If that isn't like Harry – teaching the dog his own bad habits. But we'll have him all nice and trained and polite in no time."

If he had only known.

CHAPTER THREE

Several days later Angela Sims was out in the yard hanging out the wash. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, with an exhilarating breeze. The lovely young blonde cast a fond look to where Hans lay sleeping in the shade of the fence, acting for all the world like this had been his home all his life.

The young housewife felt that somehow the dog had enriched her life and was grateful that Jack had brought him home. Once Jack had sobered up, he had told her all about Harry's rather strange behavior. There was no doubt in either of their minds that there was something about the handsome German shepherd that had caused Harry to try everything he knew to get rid of the big animal. But, whatever it was, neither Jack nor Angela was able to tell, not from the animal's behavior, at least. He was the perfect pet – friendly, intelligent, seemingly well-trained, and, at the same time, selectively protective of the house and particularly his new mistress. A good all-around dog. Aside from the expense of feeding the huge animal, the young couple could find nothing wrong with him. Harry was no help. Every time Jack started to mention Hans at work, Harry would immediately change the subject.

Not that Angela cared. She loved Hans now, and that was all that mattered. While the animal's presence had hardly cleared up her sexual difficulties with Jack, it at least gave her another companion to share her otherwise lonely days with.

And Hans seemed happy with the change. The big dog obviously enjoyed the freedom available to him at his new home and spent long hours running in the fields and woods. The Sims didn't exactly live in the suburbs as Harry had put it, but instead out in an unincorporated part of the county that was fast becoming a suburb. Just a couple of years ago this had been farmland, and even now there were still a couple of small agricultural operations in the area. But, with the approach of the city, the land had become too valuable to farm, and a few of the smaller developers had put up small tracts of homes, not tracts exactly, but modern tract-type houses scattered in little clumps of twos and threes over the rolling land. The Sims lived in a house like this, modern, inexpensive, yet comfortable. Their house nestled right under the brow of a wooded hill that was all theirs and the only other house near was several hundred yards down the narrow winding road. The young couple realized this situation couldn't last much longer, and that soon they would be in the middle of a vast housing tract, but they wanted to enjoy it while they could, knowing that eventually they could sell out at a considerable profit and move elsewhere.

Angela looked up from struggling with a recalcitrant sheet fluttering in the breeze to see her only neighbor walking down the road towards the house. As usual, Angela experienced sharply conflicting emotions as she saw Sylvia Bennett's graceful figure approach. Was Sylvia Bennett a widow or a divorcee? She never seemed to give a definite answer to the question. A tall, elegant, undeniably beautiful brunette of twenty-seven or eight, Sylvia for some reason had chosen to live out here in the semi-open spaces all by herself, occupying much the same type of house that the Sims had. But Angela knew that Sylvia's loneliness was frequently broken by night-time male visitors whose cars usually remained parked in her driveway until the next morning.

Angela was genuinely fond of Sylvia, being able to sense the older woman's innate kindness and warm friendly nature. But, at the same time, Sylvia was unabashedly sex-oriented and her conversations often had the more innocent younger girl blushing in embarrassment at the wry manner in which she talked about her love fife and the various men she had known. There was also a certain electricity in the air when Sylvia was present that unnerved Angela, but maybe that had to do with sex. Even a simple act like bending down to pick up something assumed an air of sexual provocation when performed by Sylvia. While not as full-breasted or lushly curved as Angela, the taller and older woman had a lithe sinuousness to her elegantly shaped body that cried out a promise of sensuality. In a lovely face framed by a rich cascade of thick chestnut hair, Sylvia's eyes only added to her allure. Large and dark, slanted upward a little at the outside corners, they had been most aptly described by Jack as "bedroom eyes". If Angela had been a little less innocent and trusting, she wouldn't have permitted her husband anywhere near her dark-haired neighbor, for not only did Sylvia like handsome young men, but she was not bothered by the normal scruples about the sanctity of the matrimonial bond. As it was, Jack had only met her a few times, but Angela had been surprised by her usually garrulous husband's inability to hold up his end of the conversation in Sylvia's company. The ingenuous young wife was totally unaware of the powerful stirrings that went on in her husband's loins every time he saw his lovely and so obviously available neighbor.

"Hi honey," Sylvia sang out when she was within speaking distance. "How's the house slave?" Sylvia never seemed to do anything around her house, having contempt for all drudgery, yet her place was always clean and well cared for.

"Just thought I'd take advantage of the weather to do a little washing," Angela said, already flustered.

"You know, if you played your cards right, hubby might pay for his bedtime privileges with a nice new clothes dryer."

"Oh Sylvia, that's not fair," Angela answered, blushing a little. "Jack works hard but, just doesn't make enough money for something like that yet."

"Sorry honey, just my usual female chauvinist piggishness," Sylvia said blithely. "Oh, what's this?" she asked in surprise as she saw Hans. "So this is where that beautiful animal comes from that's been running in the woods the last couple of days."

"Jack got me the dog to keep me happy until he can get me a dryer," Angela said, half in revenge, wanting to vindicate her husband.

"Score one for good old Jack," Sylvia said, a little too familiarly for Angela's taste. "What's his name?"

"Hans," the young wife answered, and, as soon as he heard his name, the big dog got to his feet. He had heard Sylvia approaching but had been too drowsy and lazy to do anything dog-like about it. But now he saw Sylvia's lovely head over the top of the fence and became suddenly interested.

"My-my, look at all that equipment he's carrying around under his belly," Sylvia said lewdly. "There's going to be a lot of happy female dogs in the neighborhood." Angela blushed beet red, and, despite herself, her eyes dropped to the heavy furry sheath that dangled beneath Hans. Even the young housewife had to admit that Hans had a lot of "equipment". She desperately wanted to change to a less embarrassing subject but, as always, seemed at a loss for words in Sylvia's company. Sylvia came to her rescue.

"What I wandered over this way for was to see if you and your charming husband would like to come over some night soon and keep the poor lonely old neighbor lady company. That grateful old lady will cook up a big pot of curry if you do. And now maybe I should extend the invitation to include Hans… That's strange, where did he go?"

Unnoticed by the two women, Hans had padded silently over the grass and out the gate, coming up on Sylvia from behind. The first indication the lovely brunette had of his presence was when she felt his cool damp nose slide up the inside of her naked thigh under her dress. For just a second Sylvia's features lost their cool sardonic control and she looked like a startled child.

Despite herself Angela could not suppress a laugh. "That's his only bad habit," she said, but then, to her embarrassment, she saw that Sylvia was making no overt moves to discourage the big animal who continued to sniff higher and higher up under her dress.

"What's the matter, big boy," she said, looking back over her shoulder at the dog. "You smell a pussy… cat?"

"Hans!" Angela barked sharply as she realized that, for some reason, she was becoming more upset than she should. It was just that Sylvia could be so… lewd. As soon as he heard the sharp tone in his mistress' voice, Hans looked up sheepishly, drawing his nose out from under Sylvia's skirt.

"Oh, come on, boys will be boys," Sylvia said languidly. "But I must say, I haven't had that quick a pass thrown at me since the night that New York actor stuck his hand… but never mind. Anyhow, I have to go back to my little house and get ready for a trip into the city. Time to recharge my libidinal batteries. After you talk to Jack you will let me know what night you can come over, won't you?"

"Sure, Sylvia." Angela was beginning to feel a little foolish over the way she had let her dog's innocent action work her up. After a few more pleasantries, Sylvia started back down the road toward her house, which was just out of sight around a bend. Angela watched her go for a minute, as usual a little envious of her older friend and neighbor's seductive pantherish walk.

Angela wasn't the only one watching. Hans stood in the road outside the fence, ears alertly cocked forward, all his senses locked on his new acquaintance. There was something in Sylvia's manner that powerfully drew the animal to her. For a moment he seemed about to follow, but something warned him that, for some reason, his mistress would not approve, so he went back to he down once again in his favorite spot. However, it was a long time before the dog was able to settle down once again. He turned and fidgeted and sighed until finally he had found a position that pleased him.

***

The next day, on one of his regular runs in the cool whispering woods, the dog found himself not far away from Sylvia's house. He didn't actually think of it as Sylvia's house, but that was the direction in which she had gone yesterday. And then he saw her head and shoulders above the fence as she walked through her backyard. For a moment the big German shepherd stood stock still in intense concentration. Then, loping forward, he quickly approached the house. The gate to the backyard was slightly ajar, so Hans pushed it open with his nose and cautiously stepped aside, stopping once again as he saw Sylvia several yards away.

The dark-haired beauty was on the grass now, sunbathing on a large beach towel, wearing only her bikini bottoms, the discarded top lying nearby. Silently the big dog stared at the lovely woman lying half-naked only a few yards away, her tanned flesh shining softly in the warm sunlight. Sylvia seemed to sense his presence and looked around, starting a little when she saw him.

"Oh, Hans. You are a wild one, sneaking up on me like that." Sylvia's soft throaty reassuring voice encouraged the big animal to come nearer and he stopped right next to Sylvia as she rose half up on her elbows, then reached up with one hand to rub his head. The motion of her arm made her taut full breast move sensuously and catch the dog's attention. Without hesitation, Hans lowered his huge beautiful head and then his long thick tongue shot out to lick hotly over the ruby-tipped mound so near.

"Ahhh," Sylvia gasped involuntarily as that thick wet tongue sent little shivers running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making her nipples rise into hard little buds of desire. Without thinking, the dark-haired woman pushed Hans' head away. "Hey, Romeo, give a little warning, huh?" she said. Hans backed away a moment, momentarily discouraged by the stern tone of Sylvia's words. But he began to whine excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle that moved him nearer and nearer to the lovely taut-nippled breast he had already tasted. Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd licked out once again, laving his moist tongue over the same breast, and then turned his attention to the other one. When Sylvia crossed her hands over her breasts to fend off the big dog, Hans snuffled a hot trail down over her smooth belly and then began to sniff excitedly at Sylvia's skimpy bikini-bottoms, letting his nose slide all over the stunned woman's scantily covered loins.

"Hey, what kind of dog are you, anyway?" Sylvia said, half in alarm, half in awe. She was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog's persistent attentions. For a moment Hans stepped back, stymied, whining eagerly and staring with unmistakable hunger at the almost naked female body before him. A slow look of comprehension began to come over Sylvia's face.

"Well, I'll be damned…" she started. Just this morning she had once again talked to Angela, who had told her about the strange conditions under which they had gotten Hans. Suddenly Sylvia knew what that mysterious defect was in Hans' character that had made Harry so desperate to get rid of him.

The huge German shepherd was sexually attracted to women!

"Well, I'll be damned," Sylvia said again. Wait till she told Angela. Oh, what a riot. No wonder Harry had been so anxious to get rid of the dog. That was the last thing a man needed in his house – an adulterous pet! Already the lovely brunette was beginning to savor the shocked look that would come over her innocent neighbor's face when she told her about the dog… but then suddenly a cold calculating look came over Sylvia's own features. Maybe this required a little further thought; no sense in being hasty and maybe regretting later that she had let the cat out of the bag.

"You sure are a handsome bastard," she said to the clearly excited dog. "And you sure can lick a tit." Slowly an incredibly lewd idea was taking possession of the lovely brunette, one of the most lewd she could ever remember having, and that was saying a lot. While Sylvia was at heart a warm friendly person, she had never let her good nature get in the way of her truly phenomenal desire for new sexual experience. Only once had she made a mistake in this area when she was very young. Mistaking her precocious sexual attachment for romantic love, she had married an older man when she was only eighteen. In many ways that marriage had been a disaster. Her husband was a gambler and a heavy drinker, but he was also a good match for Sylvia's ever growing physical hungers, giving her an education in sexual license that had shaped her whole subsequent life. After her husband had been killed driving while drunk, the young widow had continued her licentious training with a staggering succession of men, more than she could possibly remember. Right up to this moment Sylvia hadn't believed that there was one sexual perversion she had not tried, but now, looking up at Hans, she knew she was going to have a hell of an interesting afternoon.

Half closing her lustrous dark eyes, the sensual widow lay back on the beach towel, letting her arms move down to her sides. Then pressing them in, she squeezed her sleek breasts together, making them peak up together like miniature pink-capped mountains.

"Okay, tiger," she crooned up to the dog, "lick 'em." She didn't have to say it again. Hans moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold nose thrust inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds, and then once again his massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft resilient flesh below.

"Ooooohhh," Sylvia breathed out blissfully. "What a tongue… what a wonderful tongue. Where has that tongue been all my life?"

She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward, moving them in little circles, trying to help Hans' big tongue as it trailed hotly over her palpitating flesh. "Oh, lover, lick, lick hard, make my tits hurt," Sylvia moaned. Her legs were slowly writhing, her heels digging into the soft grass as Hans licked on. Closing her eyes, letting her head roll aimlessly back and forth, the panting young widow let an army of fantasies invade her mind. For long moments she imagined vast hordes of men crowded around her, each one straining forward to slide his hot grasping mouth over her shivering nipples. But then she suddenly realized she didn't need fantasy. What thought could be more lewd or exciting than the reality of her neighbor's German shepherd standing over her, his huge tongue dipping into her soft breasts, driving her to a frenzy.

Reaching up, Sylvia gently took Hans' head in her hands and began to guide his muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple, then the other, then underneath to stroke up and over onto the pebble-hard sensitiveness of the tips. With each hot burning swipe of that pleasure-giving animal tongue, Sylvia could feel an answering spasm deep down between her legs as the wildly erotic sensations radiated outward from her tortured breasts to pluck maddeningly at her hungry loins. She could feel the hot juices building up inside her vaginal slit, beginning to soak the narrow thick crotch-band of her bikini bottoms.

The hot secretions bubbling deep inside Sylvia's still covered vagina began to become apparent to Hans too. A heavy, rich, musky smell began to permeate his sensitive nostrils, further exciting the eagerly licking animal. For a moment he was unable to tear his attention away from the softly quivering breasts beneath his lashing tongue as Sylvia held his head down tight against their trembling curves. The lovely brunette was half-mad with passion now, writhing and moaning on the sun-warmed grass below the eagerly licking dog, little choked gasps escaping through her clenched teeth. It might have gone on endlessly, but, finally, the heady seductive odors wafting up from under those tiny bikini bottoms proved too much for the big German shepherd.

With a whine of exasperation, Hans pulled his head away from Sylvia's grasp and began to nose at the moaning woman's partially covered loins. Desperately the excited shepherd licked at the wispy piece of cloth, trying to get at the maddening essences beneath, his huge tongue spilling over and rasping across the tender flesh in the hollows of Sylvia's loins.

To the sensually writhing brunette, this proved even more exciting. Rolling her nipples harshly between her own fingertips, the moaning young widow ground her hips down into the grass, tantalized almost beyond endurance by the long pink animal tongue licking over and around her screaming pussy depths, fended off by her single remaining garment. For just one second Hans nosed aside the tight cloth, his nose pressing into the softly curled pubic hair, but the material slid back fast to block his access to her sweet-smelling cuntal depths.

"Oh God," she moaned, reaching down to slide her fingers under the offending material. She was just starting to work it down over her hips when she suddenly realized where she was – right out in the open air on a bright sunny day. Not one to be prudish, the gasping Sylvia decided nevertheless that perhaps it might be a little wiser if she and Hans went inside.

Staggering to her feet, the raggedly breathing brunette started towards the sliding glass doors just a few yards away, not even trying to cover her nakedly swaying breasts as she came above fence level.

"Come on Hans," she called needlessly. Hans would have followed her through a pack of cats. For a moment, the lovely half-naked woman stood in the middle of the living room, not knowing quite what to do. There was a large fur rug at one end of the room, and, after a moment's hesitation, Sylvia headed for it.

Standing right in the middle of the thick white fur, the still-trembling brunette once again hooked her thumbs in the elasticized waistband of her bikini bottoms and pulled down, all the way down to her ankles, bending over gracefully as she did so. With one kick the bikini flew across the room and Sylvia stood up, completely naked, her lovely sleek body a seamless curve, its perfection highlighted by the twin rosy peaks that capped her breasts and the rich dark curls that punctuated her smoothly swelling hips. Brown was her color, from the rich cream of her skin to the lustrous thick cloud of hair that spilled down over her slender shoulders, making a perfect frame for her dark beckoning eyes.

"Come here Hans," she said again, her voice husky. She stood waiting as the big dog came nearer, then, slowly sinking to her knees on the white fur rug, the lovely naked woman took the dog's massive head in her hands. He licked her face for a moment, then once again darted his tongue out to her firm-pointed breasts, but Sylvia pushed him away for a moment and lay down full length on the rug, her lovely coloring warming the fleecy white fur. Drawing up her legs so that her knees were slightly bent, Sylvia let her thighs fall wantonly open, baring the passion-drenched slit nestled high up between her long graceful legs. Reaching down, the excited woman slowly pulled apart her pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the glistening pink flesh within.

"Lick it, Hans," she begged. "Lick my pussy like you licked my breasts."

Would he do it? she wondered. Would he thrust his powerful tongue up into her hot cunt the way he had let it lash into her breasts? Hardly daring to breathe, the panting woman watched that big head move closer to her defenselessly naked genitals. For a long moment, Hans just stared at the hot moist feast spread out below, then his nose thrust forward inquisitively, sliding up the tender flesh of Sylvia's inner thigh.

"Oh!" she gasped out from the sudden shock of that cold dampness against her naked flesh. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in tortured frustration as the nose swept lightly over her pussy hair, barely touching the needing cunt lips below. Oh, God, she thought to herself, she needed more, much more if she were not going to go completely out of her mind. Then suddenly without warning Hans' tongue shot out to dart lizard-like in between her waiting pussy-flesh, splaying out wetly over her soft pubic mound, digging insistently between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a line of fiery bliss into the moist inner pinkness.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh," Sylvia half sobbed, her lovely body spasming into an arched curve as the first wild shock of that invading tongue rocketed through her waiting body. "Aaaahhhhh… aaaaahhhhhh," she continued to moan as time and time again that mighty tongue licked out, sliding wetly the full length of her palpitating little pussy slit, starting at her tiny anus puckered below, and trailing up over her clenched vaginal opening to finally end with a nerve-shattering swipe over her erect and painfully-throbbing clitoral bud. Again and again Hans licked at her glistening wet nakedness, driving the sex-maddened woman to heights of passion she had never known before.

"Aaaahhhh… God… why haven't I ever done this before?" Sylvia moaned. "If I'd only known… only known." Her softly flexing thighs spread mindlessly apart to open her burning cunt wider to the slavering animal, but that was not enough. Drawing up her knees so that they pressed tightly against her breasts, the young widow rolled herself into a quivering ball of primordial lust. At the same time she reached desperately down and taking Hans' head, pulled it hard against her screaming convulsing loins, wanting his tongue to plunge deep, deep up inside her burning pussy.

But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the fascinated Hans was presented with a new target: Sylvia's tightly pursed little anus. Licking lower, the big animal began to torture the rubbery opening, even managing once to dig his tongue slightly inside. His helpless victim went nearly insane with this obscene new assault, her whole body jerking and lunging on the rug while choking gasps of sexual need bubbled up from deep in her chest. Bit by bit her delirious ravings fell into a rhythmic chant, keeping time to the dog's depraved lickings up between her wide-split crack.

"Oooooh, ooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh," she moaned. "Keep licking… licking… it feels so good… make me cum, going to cum… oh, faster, harder."

Eagerly the big dog licked into the aromatic feast below, his senses filled with the rich taste and smell and sight of this nakedly aroused human. Little by little a fierce burning was growing in the animal's own loins, brought to life by the writhing woman who begged and pleaded under him, half-buried in the sensuous silkiness of the white fur rug. Harder and harder the big animal stroked his tongue into the sex-slippery cunt so shamelessly offered up to him, at the same time growing ever more excited himself.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes… that'll do it… that'll make Momma cum. Keep it up. Just another second or two…" The dark-haired beauty was moaning and twisting in completely abandoned lust, feeling a wild pressure building, building far up inside her belly, stroked into life by Hans' lust-firing tongue. Fifteen years of orgasms, ever since she had first entered puberty, her whole lifetime of sexual experience told her she was about to cum, was about to cum like she had never cum before. Powerful spasms began to seize her helpless body and she was letting herself go with it when – suddenly to her horror she felt Hans' head wrenched from her grasp and her quaking cuntal flesh knew a terrible absence.

The shocked young woman raised her head questioningly to see what had robbed her of her orgasm. "W-What's the matter, Hans?" she asked pleadingly. The big animal was backing slowly away from her, a confused look on his face. "Come on," Sylvia begged, "come on back and do it to Momma. Please, baby, just a little more, just a little more and I'll cum…"

And then she saw it – his cock! As the young widow stared wide-eyed at the furry belly of the big German shepherd, she saw his huge penis slowly emerging from its hairy protective sheath, long and scarlet, needle-pointed and menacing. Longer and thicker it grew as the dog's excitement increased, until finally it stood out huge and rigid, a drop of viscous seminal fluid gleaming jewel-like at the very tip, a glistening promise of the animal's potency.

"My God!" Sylvia breathed to herself. She'd seen a lot of cocks in her life, but never anything to match this. It was so damn big! Sylvia found herself wondering if a woman could take a thing like that inside her without being split apart. But the most fascinating thing about the mighty organ bared to her gaze was its obscene scarlet coloring, growing out of the dog's pale-furred belly like the stalk of some lewd plant. And that cock was meant for her: she knew it, Hans had become aroused while licking her pussy and now it looked as if he wanted to use that huge weapon on her!

This was much more than the adventurous brunette had bargained for. Sure, she thought to herself, it was a daring new experiment to let the handsome brute lick her cunt, but now this! No, it was just too totally depraved! But at the same time, Sylvia's aroused pussy was clamoring for more attention, something to push her over the edge into her orgasm. "Hans, baby," she whimpered, her mind in a turmoil. God, what a beautiful cock. "How would it feel driving hard up inside her belly?" she wondered. Wider and wider the young widow's eyes grew as she stared at that mighty obscene shaft dangling and dripping just a few feet away from her, crazy images beginning to flicker through her mind of that hairy body possessing hers, locked to her in totally depraved embrace. Just then the German shepherd whimpered pleadingly, and that did it. Hans wanted her – his need was as great as hers!

With a little moan of surrender the sultry brunette rolled over onto her hands and knees, her full rounded buttocks swaying provocatively before the big animal's hungry gaze.

"Oh, fuck me, baby," Sylvia moaned back over her shoulder. "Fuck me with your big beautiful animal cock." Staring in trembling anticipation, Sylvia watched Hans move hesitantly forward, approaching her lewdly offered ass-cheeks. Once again that cool nose slid between her naked thighs, checking, checking. Would he do it? Did he know what she meant? Suddenly the last coherent thought was torn from the crouching woman's mind as Hans licked out with his tongue, splaying it through the pinkly quivering slit that waited before him, digging deep, deep this time up into Sylvia's wetly flowering vagina, preparing the way for his ultimate penetration.

Sylvia's breath caught in her throat and she no longer thought of the right or wrong of what she was doing. That wonderful tongue had once again captured her, making her the dog's willing slave. Dropping down on her elbows, her head pillowed on her arms, the moaning gasping woman knelt in abject depravity before the licking slavering animal, aware only of the raging need flaring out of control deep up between her thighs. On and on the dog licked, six, eight, ten times, she never knew. Then suddenly she felt his paws on her back, his strong hairy forelegs locking around her tiny waist as the big dog easily mounted her buttocks. She could feel his hind legs dancing in close, the first touch of his hot swollen penis sliding over her trembling thighs. But he was too low! Desperately the moaning Sylvia spread her knees apart, opening her thighs wider to the dog's advance, wanting that mighty organ to pound up inside her frantically convulsing vagina. Slipping and dancing, the sharp tip slid tantalizingly over her swollen cunt lips, searching for its hot humid goal, but women are built differently than female dogs and the big German shepherd seemed to be having trouble finding his way.

Sobbing desperately, Sylvia shifted her buttocks from side to side, trying to trap Hans' penis with her hungrily nibbling pussy, but it was no use. Once, the tapered tip caught at the entrance to her rectum and tried to enter, but in instinctive fear Sylvia twisted away from the unwanted impalement.

Looking to the side, Sylvia could see what an obscene picture they made in the full length mirror across the room. The mirror was a little behind her and she could not help noticing the lewd contrast of the dog's bright scarlet cock against her own fever-pink pussy-lips that so desperately wanted to be invaded.

Hans hunched in a little closer and this time his blindly thrusting cock slid underneath to rub maddeningly up and down inside the young woman's hot wet cuntal slit, the whole top side of his massive red shaft swallowed up by her rich brown pussy hair.

"Oh God," Sylvia cried out in frustration as that powerful instrument teased the full length of her warmly secreting pussy, torturing her already aroused clitoris to a new and painful hardness. This was driving her mad! she thought to herself, and sobbing in frustration, the panting young brunette reached back under her body to take Hans' penis in her cool fingers, guiding it firmly up towards her waiting vagina. Hans whined as he felt the pressure around his throbbing member but he let her guide it right up to the passion-drenched entrance to her vagina.

"Fuck me now, baby… fuck me hard!" Sylvia begged, and Hans did.

Sensing he was now at his long goal, the huge dog only did what nature demanded. He fucked forward! He surged ahead on his powerful legs, driving his gleaming scarlet shaft like a relentless spear deep up into the softly waiting depths before him, never stopping until his hairy balls slapped hard against Sylvia's aching clitoris. Then, as soon as he knew he was all the way in, Hans began to fuck dog-style, driving rapid machine-gun bursts up into Sylvia's quailing pussy.

Sylvia's eyes opened wide in shock as that first thundering thrust tore all the way up into her pussy. She grunted, not knowing whether it hurt or felt good but knowing it would take a little getting used to. Hans, though, gave her no chance. Wham, wham, wham, he pounded into her unprepared body, sinking a little deeper each time into her lust-moistened cuntal flesh.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh," Sylvia moaned in agony, her last inner defenses crumbling before that cruel relentless attack. She tried to crawl forward on the rug to escape the agony that threatened to tear her loins wide open, but Hans danced along after her, his forelegs holding tight to her waist. An angry growl came from his throat and she knew he wasn't about to let her go.

The adventurous widow had known a lot of cocks in her life, but never before had she felt so filled, able to feel every inch of that huge fleshy pole as it stretched her to the bursting point, digging to depths no man had ever reached before. It was clear to Sylvia that she was going to have to stick it out to suffer under this agonizing impalement until Hans emptied his savage balls far up inside her heaving belly, his passion finally spent. Searching for any way to ease the terrible pain, the desperate young woman opened her thighs a little wider, hoping to give Hans a straighter easier path up into her pussy, at the same time trying to relax her vaginal muscles so that she might open up more to his cruel instinctive thrusts. And it worked. Almost immediately the pain eased as Sylvia stopped trying to fight the irresistible probe sliding mercilessly up into her wide-stretched cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," the young brunette moaned in relief, her features softening. For long moments she crouched before the furiously humping animal, content that the pain was lessening, and then, it began to feel good. Little by little Sylvia's eyes glazed over in a blind stare of passionate acceptance as she crouched in helpless submission before her animal lover. Without warning, almost as if they were acting on their own, her hips began a mindless automatic motion back against the lewdly invading dog-cock, first in little circles, then in hard jarring thrusts straight back into Hans' straining loins while she mewled and moaned in lascivious pleasure.

Oh God, Sylvia thought. She'd really been missing out on a lot all these years. What power and wild animal strength this big dog had as he poured his molten flesh into her delighted body! Compared to some of the tired and effete members of the intellectual cocktail crowd she had slept with lately, Hans was a genuine fucking machine, pounding into her with all the vigor of a lust-driven nineteen year old boy and the strength of a tiger.

The well-filled widow tried to look back under her kneeling body to watch that scarlet rod of dog-flesh pounding up into her twitching cunt, but all she could see was Hans' hairy balls swinging lewdly down between her open legs, each sharp slap giving her additional jolts of wild pleasure. Reaching back between her thighs with one hand, Sylvia circled her fingers around Hans' hot slippery penis as it flashed in and out between her sensitively throbbing cunt lips, feeling it slide far up her shuddering pussy. At the same time the lewdly excited woman ground her knuckles gratifyingly into her own moist cuntal flesh, savoring the meeting of her own genitals and the powerful dog's.

Looking once more over toward the mirror, the sweating, panting, moaning woman felt a rush of obscene pleasure wash over her as she looked at the depraved picture they formed together: she, pale-skinned and naked, and this madly humping animal, his long tongue lolling out from between his fangs as he fucked her like the bitch she was. Just the thought of the very forbiddenness of what she was doing added new dimensions to the erotic signals radiating out from Sylvia's plundered cuntal depths. It was so… so… obscene, she thought in amazement while the ever-growing pleasurely lust spread throughout her shamelessly used body.

"Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh, oooohhhhhh," she chanted out each time she moved her buttocks back against Hans' hard-driving loins. Never, never, never had she felt so passionately involved in being fucked, the half-crazed widow dimly realized, completely enraptured by the wonderful animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. One last time she turned to look at the mirror, fascinated by the sight of her own soft pink inner flesh pulling out of her vagina with Hans' cock on the out-stroke, only to be pounding back up inside as he once again jerked forward. Dazedly she faced back forward, lost in lust, her mind wandering, the only reality in the world being that huge machine thundering up into her eagerly accepting cunt. Cock, cock, cock. Cock was all that mattered; that huge vicious dog-cock, that obscene scarlet shaft, that incredible giver of pleasure.

Sensing his new friend's arousal, Hans redoubled his efforts, encouraged into new energy by the complete acceptance of the woman before him, jolting her forward each time he thrust up into her hotly clinging cunt. "Uuuuhhhhnnnn," she grunted each time his powerful loins thudded against her flexing ass-cheeks, his huge fleshy pole seeming to penetrate up through her body until it felt as if it were going to pierce clear up through her belly. Bracing herself as best she could, Sylvia opened her thighs even wider, stretching her whole pubic area wide until she thought she would split wide open, spreading herself to a degree she had never before thought possible so that she could gain the full benefit of the animal's enormously enlarged shaft, reveling in the feel of that heated rock-hardness smashing past her tender pussy lips on its relentless journey up into her most secret depths.

The dark-haired beauty was slowly turning into a raving sex-starved maniac, moaning and cursing and pleading with the slaving animal to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. Yes, yes, her orgasm was almost here now, but she fought it off, wanting to make this last, wanting to build up to a peak so high that it would take her forever to come down from it.

"Fuck me, fuck me Hans! Fuck your big cock into me! Cum in me… cum in me… fill me with your animal cum."

The twitching, writhing, panting young woman was all but unrecognizable now, her face distorted into a twisted but somehow oddly beautiful mask of pure unadulterated lust. All her sexual fantasies were being fulfilled – she was being used and degraded and enslaved beyond her wildest imaginings. Strange forgotten masochistic emotions welled up from her unconscious, making her flesh shiver with forbidden delights while she let her mind dwell on the terrible nature of the act she was performing. Never before had the sex act seemed more lust-filled, more carnal to her as she made her body a willing receptacle for the thrusting red penis of a brute animal who fucked into her as if she were only another animal. Yes, her animal nature had triumphed today, she thought dizzily as she humped before her furry lover like any female beast of the jungle.

Driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Hans' balls, Sylvia reached back desperately with one hand in an attempt to soothe the wonderful agony between her legs, the tip of her middle finger pressing down hard on the swollen little nerve-button. That was the final trigger her sex-flooded body needed, and the stunned young woman suddenly felt as if a heavy fist had thudded into her stomach as all her muscles contracted in a wild delightful spasm, her buttocks flexing and hollowing as her clenching pussy began to suck and pull on Hans' throbbing cock.

"Aunnnnggggghhhhh!" she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her own long-awaited orgasm. The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her animal-lover's blood-engorged cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking vagina. Suddenly the dog's searing animal cum began to jet far up into her innermost depths, flooding her with that obscene warmth she knew so well. The gasping brunette had a split second to think how different it felt from a man's orgasm mote like one long powerful squirt that seemed to tunnel a molten path right through her quivering insides, and then this last realization exploded her mind in a great flare of colored lights as she started to cum all over again.

Hans held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long moan of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated canine testicles into her wildly gyrating body as she knelt before him in unashamed depravity. Sylvia wailed and thrashed as she pressed her hungrily milking mouth back against the spurting animal cock as if afraid to let one precious drop of the lustful fluid escape. The thick white liquid gushed out from around where her madly working cunt clasped tight around Hans' jerking member, running in sticky traits down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the white fur rug below.

Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young woman's exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward onto the sperm-soaked rug to lie in a sodden heap, Hans' fast-shrinking cock slipping wetly from her pussy with a soft lewd sucking sound.

For long moments the panting woman lay still, her lovely face buried in the big dog's soft fur, trying desperately to regain her breath. Then she became aware of a strange titillation against her buttocks, and lifting her head to look in the mirror, she saw that Hans was slowly licking their combined sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue sliding over her ass-cheeks to dip obscenely down into her still oozing cuntal slit, the big animal obviously savoring the exotic tastes of spent passion.

Sylvia let her head drop wearily back down onto the rug as Hans' gentle lavings soothed the last dregs of sexual tension from her much-used body. She opened her thighs as wide as possible to let his cleansing tongue reach the very top of her aching slit, soothing rather than exciting her this time, seeming to heal her ravished pussy-flesh.

At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully beside her, his big head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks. For nearly a half-hour they lay that way, relaxing, feeling the warmth of one-another's now so familiar bodies. Finally Sylvia rolled over and sat up, patting the big animal affectionately on the head.

"You got a job for life, pal," she said. "All the steak and doggy biscuits you want." And then she remembered that this new lover of hers was not, after all, her dog, and for a moment she felt a hot wave of jealousy flood through her, directed at her innocent neighbor, Angela Sims. What right did that up-tight little blonde bitch have to own a marvelous fucking-machine like Hans anyway? she thought to herself. But then reason came back. Strange, she thought, I know I've done something that almost anyone else would consider horribly depraved, but I don't feel guilty at all. But then guilt had never been one of her favorite possessions.

The temptation to just keep the dog was very strong, but it would never work. Angela seemed genuinely attached to the handsome animal and would want him back.

But so what? They were neighbors and Angela let the dog run free. She'd never notice it if her pet started to spending an occasional afternoon at the friendly old widow's house down the road, would she? The only trouble was, Sylvia wondered if an occasional afternoon would be enough for her. Hell, she wanted that crazy cock every day if she could get it.

And then a sudden fear leaped up in her mind. What if Angela, too, found out the dog's hidden talents and kept him all to herself? But she immediately dismissed the thought. If Angela did find out, the little prude's first reaction would be to get rid of the depraved animal as soon as possible. And that same little old widow-lady down the road would be happy to take him off her horrified young hands. Yes, maybe that would be best after all, Sylvia mused, but there certainly wasn't anything she could do to make it happen, other than see that Hans got all the training and stimulation he could handle. Yes, she smiled to herself, she'd get him so used to human cunt he'd never want to go back to a female dog.

"Okay, handsome," she said fondly to Hans. "Time to get up and go home. We wouldn't want your prim little mistress to get all upset and start locking you up, would we." It took a few moments for the still naked Sylvia to coax the dog out the door, but finally he left, loping toward the gate.

"So long, lover," Sylvia called softly. "See you again soon."

CHAPTER FOUR

Angela lay on her back in bed, eyes wide open, watching the bedroom slowly turn light around her. A few minutes ago she had not been able to see the chair over by the door, brut now it began to loom out of the semi-darkness like the wreck of some old ship under water. Little tendrils of soft light were sneaking around the edges of the window curtains, spilling down onto the carpet, being soaked up in its dark nap.

The young wife had been lying like this for several hours, ever since about three in the morning, staring into the blackness around her, unable to close her eyes. Sleep just wouldn't come, no matter what little tricks she tried, and she'd tried everything from counting sheep to some simple yoga mental exercises she had once seen demonstrated on television, but nothing helped. She just lay there growing tenser and tenser. It would have been bad enough to the young woman if it were just a matter of having drunk too much coffee the night before, or one of a dozen other simple causes, but she knew what was really the matter, why she couldn't sleep, and the knowledge made her feel ashamed.

She was horny. She wanted to be made love to.

Fat chance, the blonde housewife thought bitterly to herself. Jack lay snoring next to her, lively as a log in a swamp, his big arms spread out over the bed in complete relaxation. One of them periodically flopped across her body as her husband changed position in his sleep and Angela would then disgustedly push it away. It was hard for her to tell for whom or what she felt the disgust, but she suspected it was as much for herself as for anything. Once again her treacherous body was dictating moods to her, forcing her mind into carnal channels where all her training told her it didn't belong. For the thousandth time the tortured young woman asked herself what was the matter with her, and for the thousandth time an angry fight went on in her mind – the more modern, intelligent, well-educated part telling her that she was just exhibiting the signs of normal, healthy physical needs, but the darker part of her unconscious, spoiled by her parents' fundamentalist beliefs, painted her a picture of lust and guilt and hell-fire.

Sensing her husband stir next to her, Angela looked over hopefully to see if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed. However, one of his arms fell across her body once again, this time pressing heavily down against her breasts. It was a warm night and both husband and wife were sleeping naked. This didn't happen too often, since each one of the young couple were somewhat inhibited about nudity, but right now Angela was glad she was naked because there was nothing between her sensitive little nipples and that hairy arm but sensation. Despite herself, the young blonde felt her body moving a little, working her breasts up against the weight above, feeling little trickles of pleasure seeping down into her body.

Angela must have moved a little too much, because Jack suddenly opened his eyes, not really seeing anything, but starting to come awake. Turning toward his wife, he pressed the front of his body close to hers, letting his arm snuggle around her body, his legs bending forward a little. Partly to hide her shame and partly because it was more comfortable, Angela turned away from her husband, lying on her side facing the same direction as he and automatically Jack snuggled up to her, holding his young wife protectively in the curve of his body, one hand unknowingly cupping her breast.

Oh, how Angela liked that, and at the same time was tortured almost beyond endurance. His hand on her naked breast felt like fire and she was terribly aware of the soft fleshiness of his penis pressing gently into the sensitive hollow where her buttocks joined her upper thighs, only an inch or two away from her already moist pussy. For several minutes Angela lay still and rigid, then couldn't keep her buttocks from pressing back a little into her husband's flaccid penis, delighted to feel its soft hotness press a little farther up into that sensitive crack. At the same time she ground her left breast – she was lying on her left side – down against the hand that so unconsciously cupped it. The young blonde wife was surprised to find that her breathing was growing faster as she worked herself against her husband's unknowing body, tantalizing herself shamelessly.

My God, was his penis growing hard? she thought in wonder.

There seemed to be a stirring high up between her thighs and… yes… pressure was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks, unmistakably worming up toward her waiting cunt. Rapidly losing all sense of caution, the desperate young woman pressed back harder against her husband's growing rigidity, all the time sliding her nipple lightly around over the palm of his hand.

"W-What?" Jack said sleepily, raising up his head a little and looking at the back of Angela's head. She froze, cursing herself for her greed, but for once she was in luck. Letting his head flop back down on the pillow, Jack became slowly aware that he had an erection and that it was shoved somewhere up between his wife's ass-cheeks. Nor was he oblivious to the pebble-hard little nipple digging into his palm. Angela was a beautiful woman, and the young man fully realized it and realized also that they were both naked, her warm sweet-smelling flesh pressed sexilly tight against him. Also, Jack had been having an erotic dream, perhaps brought on unknowingly by Angela's pressure against his loins, and all of a sudden he felt really turned on. Stretching his head forward, he kissed Angela on the ear.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, and almost acting on its own volition, her buttocks ground hungrily back against his still-growing member.

"Morning, honey," Jack breathed into his wife's ear and then began to worm his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up toward the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead. In a second he was burrowing a hot path up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him. With something like wonder he felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that warm moist little cleft, gentle little spasms running over his surprised loins.

"What a way to wake up," he whispered happily in her ear.

"Darling, it feels so good," Angela moaned back, arching her lower back a little so that she could feel more of his swollen member up between her hungry thighs. Jack was rubbing a little harder now, his cock quickly swelling to an almost painful hardness. Several times he felt the hot bulbous tip slide across the moistened opening of Angela's vagina but it didn't slip in, since his madly rubbing shaft was nearly at right angles to his wife's eager cunt. At the same time Angela was moaning, "Oh, please, Jack, put it in, put it in."

Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife's back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to entry and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch again at the very entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in. Rather, it skidded away to jab roughly at Angela's tiny throbbing clitoris.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving that spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud. Really eager now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela's trembling thighs to force her legs slightly open, and then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to stuff his aching cock up into that hungry little tunnel. It was slippery going, she was so wet down there, and it didn't help that maddened by all the fumbling over her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area, Angela began uncontrollably jerking her hips.

"Hold still, damnit," Jack snarled, and for a few seconds Angela did her best to obey. With a grunt Jack managed to push the head of his cock part way up inside her waiting vagina and then thrust forward firmly with his huge fleshy penis slid up into the hot wet hole, smoothly, without any pulling at the tender inner walls, they were so slippery with Angela's freely flowing moisture.

"Oooooohhhhhh," the both sighed out together as finally that mighty shaft lay imbedded its full length up inside Angela's quivering little belly. For a long second they lay still together, frozen by the agonizing pleasure of the penetration they had both been working for. Angela felt as if some hotly pulsing electric machine had suddenly been turned on up inside her, sending wave after wave of breath-taking pleasure throbbing through her tender insides. And Jack had the sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock from his waist to his knees. Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and growing and realized that maybe he could cum just lying there. Angela sensed it too and begged, "Please, Jack, hold it for awhile if you can."

"I'll try," he answered and meant it. "Just don't move for awhile," he asked. He hoped that if he just kind of let himself soak for a while deep inside her warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go from his nerves and he could fuck the hell out of his pretty blonde wife. Unfortunately, the young man shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and his massive rod of flesh slip upward into those tender loins another inch. That was too much for Angela, who had dutifully been trying to hold motionless despite the thudding flutters caused by that cock shoved up her from the back.

Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around her husband's lust-engorged penis, "Uuuummmmhhhhh," he moaned, biting his lower lip. "For Christ sakes, stop it. You're gonna make me cum."

"I-I can't help it," Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her husband's loins. With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way his aching cock was trapped between his wife's soft voluptuous thighs, Jack had had it. He could feel the old familiar explosion deep down in his swollen balls as his sperm started the mad uncontrollable race up along the fully burgeoned length of his cock-shaft.

"Aaaaaauuuuugh," he moaned. Brutally rolling Angela over on her stomach, her legs still straight and clamped together, he loomed above her, massive cock disappearing up between her milk-white thighs, pinning her flailing form to the bed. "Jesus H. Christ, here it comes," he roared. Suddenly his arms stiffened, palms flat against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was bent like a bow, his agonized face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust.

"No, no, no," Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she knew it was no use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger rather than the completion she so sought. Again and again that obscenely impaling pole jerked and twitched up inside her, for a minute making her hope that it might kick her over the edge and start her own orgasm, but then suddenly, almost without warning, it was over, and Jack collapsed with a wet smack on her back, pressing her down into the mattress so that for awhile all she was concerned about was being able to breathe.

After a few panting seconds she felt her satiated husband pull his still half-hard penis from between her trembling thighs and the unhappy young woman was aware of every potentially lust-quenching inch of it as it slid wetly out, then dragged over the back of her leg, leaving a sticky white trail behind it. Even after she felt his weight leave her, Angela continued to lie on her stomach, not wanting Jack to see the tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. But he could not miss the helpless motion of her hips as they ground mindlessly down against the sheet, seeking the fulfillment that had been so near.

"Gee, honey, I'm sorry…" Jack started to say, and then clamped his lips tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife because he felt guilty. "Hell no," he blurted out. "Why should I be sorry. I told you to hold still and then you had to go wild on me. Christ, I coulda made it, so don't blame me!" Getting no answer from his wife, the young man rolled angrily out of bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Angela lay on the bed, still face down, stunned by her husband's unfair attack. She wanted to do something to make things right again, but somehow seemed incapable of moving. This whole sexual charade had been going on for so many months that there was nothing left inside the unhappy young woman but a vacuum of misery and despair. So while her husband took a shower in record time and then stomped around the bedroom getting dressed, she just lay there, her head turned toward the wall, wishing the whole miserable mess would go away and she'd find herself a little girl again, back in bed at her parents' house, ignorant of men and sex and the way they could pull a woman's soul apart.

Fortunately for her mental health, a slow anger began building up inside Angela for the neat way her husband had turned the tables on her, making her feel guilty for what seemed to her to be his inadequacy. But it hadn't built to its full head of steam until after Jack had stalked stiffly through the living room, ready for work, and gone out the front door, slamming it behind himself.

"The bastard!" she suddenly cried out, abruptly sitting up in the bed. "The dirty rotten bastard!" For a moment the angry young woman sat there, then she got lithely to her feet. Her flashing eyes and heightened color made her look like some aroused Goddess in her cream-white nakedness.

"Well, I'll show him," she muttered to herself, something finally snapping inside her. In this one moment of rebellion, about half a lifetime's inhibitions were swept out of her mind. Wasn't she entitled to some sexual satisfaction, she thought bitterly to herself. After all, she was a married woman and shouldn't have to go through life half out of her mind with frustration! This was a major change in the young woman's outlook. For the first time in her life she didn't look on her natural sexual urges as some kind of depraved inner weakness. By now they had become too familiar to her, like her own arm or leg. If she was hungry she'd get something to eat, she reasoned, and by God, she swore to herself, it would be that way with sex. She'd show her husband that she didn't need this frustration anymore!

This didn't mean that for even one second the enraged young housewife had made up her mind to find a lover – those inhibitions were still firmly fucked into her faithful little mind. No, it merely meant that she now felt relatively uninhibited to satisfy herself – with her own hands!

Stalking over to the chair, Angela decided that this would be a good time to start, and sat down heavily. Now that her anger had subsided a little, the frustrated young blonde realized what frantic signals her unfulfilled little belly was sending out. She felt that any moment painful cramps might double her over as her love-starved insides shuddered and twitched. Sliding down in the chair so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body curved forward, Angela looked down at her pussy and decided to go ahead. After all, who would know? But still, her hand hesitated a second before she was able to make it reach down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger sliding between her cum-slippery cuntal lips. With fascinating the young wife stared down at the way her slender finger pushed aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh, delving deep into the moist little slip. She found she could make the sensations constantly change and grow by rubbing here, then there, by fondling the thick full cunt lips themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her finger around and around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of the hot little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button that shot high voltage through her helpless body, she found herself thinking. For several minutes the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled and played with the aching flesh up between her thighs, her long shapely legs stretched out in front of the chair, slightly opened.

But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so, hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the softly petaled opening to her vagina, looking down as she did so so that she could actually see it push aside the tight muscular opening and slip a little way up inside her cunt. From the first, she knew that one finger would not be enough experience over the past few weeks had taught her that – so she put two fingers together and rather brutally shoved them far up between her widespread legs. They went in easily, she was so aroused and wet up there, and the panting girl started sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional excitement from the obscene wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far as they could go into her desire-swollen vagina. Unfortunately that was not far enough. Compared to the way her husband's huge penis had stabbed up nearly to her womb, Angela's fingers were plainly inadequate – just a bad joke, but at least she knew that there was no danger of their cumming prematurely!

Angela's head was lying back against the top of the armchair, her eyes half closed while she savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when suddenly she was able to see from under her lashes a stealthy movement by the door.

"Hans!" she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. "You go back in the living room!" The big dog had his handsome head stuck around the edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the bedroom. "Go on out, I say!" Angela ordered again. Quickly the big head was pulled back around the comer and she could hear his nails clicking down the hall. The suddenly liberated housewife may have felt justified in satisfying her needs herself, but somehow she just couldn't face doing it in front of the dog.

With a grateful sigh, Angela sent her fingers sliding once more in and out of her hungering pussy, but somehow the dog's intrusion had spoiled the effect. Try as she might, Angela could not get the same burning pleasure from the act as she had done before. A few minutes ago she had known she was on the way to orgasm, even if she wasn't in a hurry, but now, her fingers just didn't seem to be doing the job. Impatiently she inserted a third, but even though it made a thicker mass going up into her more and more disinterested cunt, at the same time she was not able to get them in so deep.

"Oh, damn, damn, damn," she moaned aloud. Was she to be frustrated another time? God, she hoped not. Her belly still screamed for release even if her fingers were able to provide it. Determined, now that she had made up her mind to handle her own sexual problems, the young blonde housewife got up from her chair glum-faced and walked naked into the kitchen, heavy taut breasts swaying sensually from her purposeful stride. Opening the vegetable bin, she rummaged around inside for a moment, frowning in concentration and obviously trying to make a decision, then with a grunt, she straightened up holding a huge fresh carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment, noting the tiny bits of dirt clinging to the outside and grimaced, distastefully. Going to the sink, she washed the carrot and picking up a potato peeler began to strip off the skin in long brightly colored curls. In a moment the big vegetable was naked in her hand and then the frowning housewife turned her attention to the sharp tip. That would never do, she mused, and picking up a knife, carved the end of the carrot into a blunt rounded shape, never really letting her mind think for too long about the lewd thing she was about to do.

All this time Hans was watching his mistress through the door, although he was keeping obediently far back in the living room. The sight of her naked loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her thoroughly soaked vagina, were beginning to have a predictable effect on the oddly trained animal. He had made several trips to see Sylvia lately, but instead of satisfying him, this had made the big dog's hunger for human women burn all the more furiously. But something warned him into being cautious. He could sense somehow, how different his mistress was from the completely amoral brunette down the road. Still, his eyes followed her eagerly as she walked back into the bedroom, holding the thick orange carrot up in front of her like some sacred relic. The dog stole to the bedroom doorway and peeked around just in time to see Angela sit down once again in the chair in the same position as before.

For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her legs lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her fingers grasped the carrot tightly as she slowly began to realize what an obscene thing she was doing. And besides, it was so big and might hurt her. But, oh damn, what's the use, she moaned to herself and positioned the bright orange instrument right up against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina. Without giving herself any more chance to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange tip a short way up inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she slowly began to rotate the hard blunt instrument around and around, working it up into her steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in fascination to watch it disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.

"Assssshhhh," she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins. Finally most of the huge carrot was sunk up inside, just enough of the bright orange shaft sticking out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the lewd protuberance, the blonde young wife began experimentally moving the carrot in and out between her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes big and dreamy as she ground lust into her body with this obscene tool.

Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she moved the carrot in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of pleasure that she had never before even imagined existed. Oh, God, she thought, if this was only something she could tell Jack, then perhaps he would be able to do the same things with his hot, throbbing, living cock – but no, if he ever tried anything like that he would cum in ten seconds!

Angela felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the carrot in a rotary motion, she was able to press its bulbous tip up against the sensitive opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to make her belly quiver. When she had aroused herself to a state bordering on blind madness with this technique, the gasping housewife decided it was time to sprint for the ultimate goal – orgasm. Pulling the carrot out almost its full length, the hard, brightly-colored surface slippery with her warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as far as it would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.

For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had indeed broken something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal muscles tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling as her ass-cheeks clenched. For almost a full ten seconds, the beautiful young blonde hung motionless on the edge of the chair, her fingers shoved right up to the mouth of her vagina, the thick orange carrot nearly vanished inside. Then, "Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost beyond endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up inside her tender belly.

Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then rammed it back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the orange spear out, holding it there a moment as her body prepared for the onslaught, screaming in lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it up inside her wetly quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo increased until the strange substitute penis was a flashing streak of orange reflections drumming in and out of the sobbing gasping young woman's sucking cuntal depths. Angela's head was twisting wildly back and forth against the back of the chair in passion, her eyes shut, long blonde hair whipping across her flushed features. Farther and farther her legs fell open until they were a great "vee" splaying out wide in front of the chair. With wonderful certainty the panting young wife knew her orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome potential building, building far up inside her throbbing belly. Drawing in a choked breath, Angela shifted her grip on the obscene substitute penis that was to bring her completion, ready to push herself over the edge with one last series of hard passionate thrusts, eyes still tightly closed. Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt the unmistakable touch of something cold against the inside of her knee, accompanied by a warm breath.

Angela's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been caught in her shameless act, the carrot still buried obscenely deep up in her pussy, its knobby orange length protruding back out by itself as the frightened young woman's hands flew out to grip the arms of the chair.

"H-Hans!" she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief. While her eyes had been closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her widespread thighs, driven past the point of caution as he saw his lovely naked mistress so obviously thrusting something into herself, the maddening, exhilarating smell of her passion filling the room with a heady aroma the lusty dog had come to know so well.

"Hans!" Angela said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment trying to struggle more erect in the chair, but the carrot buried deep in her cunt plus the dog's presence between her awkwardly splayed thighs made it difficult to maneuver. Making one hand of the arm of the chair to clutch desperately at the impaling vegetable between her legs only made the struggling young woman lose her balance, and she fell back heavily in the chair.

"Damn it," she said a third time to the big dog. "You get out of here, Hans. Let me up!" But Hans only whined eagerly between his mistress' spread white legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself away now. While Angela lay back in the chair struggling for balance, the titillated German shepherd could not resist moving his head forward until it was only inches away from the lust-arousing loins before him, so that he could sense the heat emanating from the widespread pink slit. Automatically his long tongue shot out to drink in those juices, stabbing into the soft pink flesh just above the visible stump of the carrot, then working down underneath toward the little pucker of her anus.

The effect on Angela was as if she had touched a live wire. She stiffened in amazement, her desire to get up temporarily driven from her mind by that hot, wet, living piece of flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, stunned at the intensity of her body's reaction to her pet's lewd tonguing, the young woman could only stare as the big animal did his best to lick over and around the carrot still imbedded in the depths he so desired to invade. Gently Hans opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard shaft between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening orange shaft slid slowly and excruciatingly out of Angela's trembling loins.

"Nnnnngggg," Angela moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the slow withdrawal. Her intention of once again ordering the German shepherd away blew up like a puff of smoke, as her tortured mind temporarily stopped functioning.

"No, no, Hans," she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor. Like a bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that huge furry head poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting to stop this impending obscenity but helpless to move or cry out.

"Aaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through her vulnerable body. Before she could recover her control the darting pink tongue flickered over her shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.

"No, no, no… this can't be," she gasped out, unable to do more than writhe helplessly in the chair, her fingers digging into the upholstered arms. Could this be happening to her? Was her own dog actually licking and slavering at her nakedly offered loins or was it all part of some shameful dream? Again and again her conscience told her to sit up in the chair and push the dog away, but her treacherous body refused to obey. No, no, no, this wasn't right, her mind screamed out, this was depraved, wrong! But then she remembered the obscene act she had been performing only moments before, the very nadir of depravity as she fucked the lewdly peeled car-rot in and out of her shameless cunt. How could this be so much worse? Was it because the animal was alive and his big brown eyes were looking up at her even as his tongue buried itself up into her spasming vagina?

By the time all these thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the moaning young housewife's mind, it was too late. That curling, dipping, thrusting tongue now had complete control over her pitifully cringing body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight it, she thought finally. Only a short time ago, she had made the decision to do something about her deprived sex life, short of adultery, and maybe this was the answer. At least Hans would never be able to tell on her.

"Oh, Hans… baby," she heard her voice moan. "Do it to me. Lick… lick. Oh please, baby, make your Angela cum." The last of her resistance gone, Angela's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the carpet beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, wetly flashed that long thick tongue, starting down at Angela's tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt lips, slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, Hans licked tirelessly, happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so defenselessly before him, savoring the hot musky taste and odors, trying to slip his hungry tongue as far up into his mistress' fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go. The handsome animal was happy, happy that he would be able to know his beloved mistress in the same way as he knew the beautiful woman down the road.

Angela seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which had drowned her long years of moral training.

"Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaahhhh," she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Hans' incredible tongue. She knew she was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. The gasping young wife's eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the ceiling, a faint terror lurking in there deep blue depths, some ancient instinctual hidden monster that would emerge from her past to turn her into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female flesh. Growing relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the trembling young woman stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.

Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the desperate young housewife three times already today exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She didn't move beyond that, just held there, the cords in her slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without time or spacial reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away the accumulated frustration of months of inadequate sex.

When finally it was over, Angela's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in front of the surprised Hans. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try and continue his eager licking at his mistress' sweet-tasting cunt but she slumped forward a little, unconsciously hiding her treasures from the disappointed dog.

"P-Please," she begged her pet. "Got to… got to get my breath." It was over for her now. She had what she had wanted for so long – complete release. Angela marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It was almost as if it were a new body, one she had never known before, new born, cleansed of the twisting tensions that her frustrated sex-life had let distort its milk-white perfection.

Resting part of her weight on Hans' powerful neck, the still trembling young wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving room cupboard, opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She knew she was going to need a good stiff drink before her mind started working again. Angela poured a good two ounces of the amber liquid in the glass and drank it straight down without a breath, choking and coughing for a moment as the alcohol seemed to carve its own trail down her throat. Gratefully the young blonde felt a soothing warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she had finished a second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a dignified quiet flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young woman's absorption with the bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy Hans standing close behind her, stating up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly back up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach. The sight of that obscene instrument, bared nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, would probably have been too much for the young housewife to take.

As it was, there was enough to think about. Not pushing her thoughts, the lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, chin resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew she should be wracked with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague feeling of unease. Each time her conscience started to attack, it was quickly put down by the memory of the unbelievable orgasm that had swept over her grateful body only minutes before. And the musing young woman was fully aware that the orgasm owed its special nature to Hans' wonderful tongue; of that she was sure. As far as her mind was concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the stick, although she couldn't help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of "carrot". Yes, her need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her dog's willingness to… well… lick her, why not make use of it? It wasn't as if she were being unfaithful to her husband, although some little voice in the back of her head kept trying to warn her that it just wasn't natural: she was a woman, not a dog.

But what harm could it possibly do? No one would ever know, and maybe it was the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved. Suddenly the young blonde's jaw set determinedly. One thing was sure! She'd do almost anything to have more orgasms like the one Hans had licked into her, and if that was the only way she could get them, so be it!

Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden rush of love for the big animal come over her. How could the dog's natural reactions to her need be wrong? she asked herself. After all, Jack had brought the dog here so she wouldn't be lonely, and if she got a few extra benefits out of the arrangements, so what? All she knew was the wonderful new way she felt.

"Oh, Hans," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's handsome head to her still naked breasts. Hans naturally started to lick the proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away. "No, no," she said. "That's enough for today. I don't want to be greedy, do I?" Never considering in her innocence that the dog might have needs of his own.

One thought did hit her though. Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other women, after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett's house. Well, that would have to stop. Hans was her dog, and she didn't want some woman taking his affection away from her.

"Okay, lover-boy, you're a kept dog from now on. No more chasing around over the countryside. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together from now on, right here in the house."

Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young woman walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling better about the future than she had in months.

CHAPTER FIVE

Hans lay in one corner of the yard, in the shade of the fence, feeling miserable. For three days he hadn't been allowed outside to run in the woods or prowl through the fields. And worst of all, he could no longer go see the beautiful woman who lived down the road. True to her determination, his mistress had him in.

Sadly the big animal looked up at the catch on the gate, one that even the brightest dog would be unable to operate. Besides his frustration at being locked in, Hans was also becoming increasingly upset over his relations with his lovely blonde owner. Several times she had him lick her, only to quit and dismiss him just when his own need was beginning to make itself felt. Much different than with the woman down the street, and although he loved his mistress, the big animal wished he were with Sylvia right now. His head raised as Angela opened the back door.

"Hi, handsome," she called happily. "Going to take a bath and then maybe you can come in for a little while and we'll play." Hans couldn't understand the words but he could see that she had on only her robe, partly open down the front so that part of the lush naked body underneath showed through. Despite his dejection the sex-oriented animal became instantly interested, but before he could get to his feet the door closed once again and Angela was gone. With a sigh Hans put his head back down on his paws, settling in for a long dull wait.

He wasn't the only one frustrated that day. Just a few hundred yards away the lovely Sylvia Bennett was nervously pacing her living room. For three days now she had been waiting for the big dog from up the street to make his usual afternoon walk, but he hadn't shown up. The beautiful young widow had quickly grown dependent on the satisfaction she gained from her animal lover's energetic ministrations. Now that he no longer came, she felt the loss as sharply as some young romantic teenager over her first affair.

"Damn," she swore to herself, feeling betrayed. Earlier in the morning she'd promised herself that if Hans didn't show up by noon, she would go and investigate. Sylvia had been tactfully staying away from the Sims' house, not wanting to let the cat out of the bag just in case Hans got a little too friendly with her in front of Angela. But now an alarming thought occurred to Sylvia. What if Hans had been run over, or dog-napped? These last disturbing thoughts finally propelled the dark-haired beauty into action. She just had to go find out what was the matter, so heading straight out the door she started for Angela's house.

A couple of minutes later the nervous woman was at the fence surrounding the Sims' yard. Seeing no one around, Sylvia peered over the fence and the first thing she spotted was Hans, who saw her at the same time. In a flash the big dog was up on his feet galloping over to the gate. He stood on his hind legs and began to lick Sylvia's hands which she obligingly held down to him.

"Hi, big boy," she said in delight. "How come you don't come over to see me anymore. Met a nice little cocker spaniel?" Even while she was saying this, Sylvia saw that the lock on the gate had been fastened, and in a manner that showed someone didn't want the dog to be able to open it. "Soooo…" Sylvia breathed out. For some reason Angela was keeping Hans locked up. There were an intriguing host of possible reasons and for a moment the musing woman's mind slid over the truth, suspecting that Angela must have discovered the dog's talents and wanted to save them all for herself. But just as quickly this thought was dismissed as being too wildly improbable. Sylvia could never imagine her prudish young neighbor trying anything so blatantly sinful.

Sylvia called out Angela's name, but there was no answer from the house, because, unknown to Sylvia, her young neighbor was noisily taking a bath, preparatory to her afternoon's debauchery. Assuming there was no one home, the next step came naturally to Sylvia. Since the only barrier between Sylvia and Hans was the locked gate, and since Sylvia desperately desired the company of the big animal, she unfastened the lock.

"Come on, boy," she whispered to the eager dog. "Let's go for a little walk down to my house. I want to show you my etchings." The lovely widow felt a little silly whispering to the animal, but she knew she was semi-stealing him and naturally felt defensive. Still, temptation was too great and a moment later she was leading the gaily romping Hans down the road towards her place.

Once she had the big animal inside her living room, the beautiful brunette closed the drapes over the sliding glass doors. It was a warm day so she left the doors themselves open a bit for a little fresh air.

"All right, me boy," she said, turning towards Hans. "Why waste valuable time?" Alread Sylvia could feel little tremors in her belly at the exciting thought of what she and the eager German shepherd were going to do. Feverishly the excited woman began pulling at her clothes, wanting to strip away all the barriers between her waiting flesh and her canine companion's impressive array of equipment. Somehow it added to the young widow's excitement to see how avidly Hans watched her body slowly bare itself before him. The big dog stood as if he were on parade, his whole body alert and upright, his pointed ears cocked forward.

Finally, standing in all her naked glory like some ancient Greek statue carved from polished cream-color marble, Sylvia called out softly to Hans. "Come on, Hans… come over here to Mama."

Hans hardly needed the invitation. Quickly the big dog loped over to her, his cold wet nose running quickly over the lovely naked form before him, searching out all her proud curves and secret hollows. Then he stood back, as if to ask, "Where are you going to lie down?"

Seeing the question in the dog's eyes, Sylvia felt a hot flush of lust run through her at the totally obscene knowledge that she was desired by a dog, a dog! "Today's going to be a little different," she said in a husky voice to Hans. "It starts right here and now." With that the lovely young widow slowly spread apart her legs, still standing, and at the same time thrust her hips forward so that her darkly furred loins loomed invitingly right in front of the animal's waiting muzzle. Holding her breath, Sylvia watched that massive head reach out tentatively towards her lusting pussy. She flinched a little and shivers rippled up and down her thighs as once again she knew the tantalizing touch of the cool nose against her naked flesh, stirring her close-curled pubic hair.

Then, just as she had hoped, the long hot animal tongue snaked from Hans' mouth and splayed wetly over her trembling pussy-lips.

"Uuuuhhhnnnn," Sylvia moaned through half-parted teeth as darting hot sparks of desire seemed to ricochet up from between her legs. Almost at once her swollen little nipples started to harden in response to the maddening wet caress below. Moving her hands slowly up along her sides, the gasping woman cupped them under her quivering breasts, massaging the stiffening tips into pebble hardness as Hans began to lick in earnest at her cunt below.

"Oh, Christ, how did I ever last three days without this?" Sylvia moaned to herself. Damn, she'd never let the dog go back home. Wild thoughts of hiding the erotic animal in the attic flickered through her spinning mind. Breathing harder now, the panting woman worked her legs open a little wider, doing all she could to open her twitching cunt more to the lapping dogs great hot tongue, waning it to delve deeper and deeper up into her naked pussy-flesh. Hans obligingly did his best to help, turning his head to one side so that he could lick right up into the partially hidden vagina above, her wet pink cuntal lips parting lewdly before his determined attack.

Looking down in hard-breathing fascination, Sylvia watched the saliva-covered tongue push its hot way through the tender hair-fringed folds of her pussy, searing far up inside before finally slithering back out and up, with a nerve-tingling lick, over her sensitively trembling little clitoris. Then reached out to start its lewd progress all over again from far back between her shuddering thighs, extending almost all the way back to her anus as it began again its maddening trip.

Looking more than ever like a pagan Goddess, the lovely young brunette stood in full naked abandon before the huge beast crouching up between her widespread legs. Gradually her body began to rotate above the waist in a slow sensual movement, her hands still gliding in voluptuous circles over her passion-swollen breasts while her head twisted slowly from side to side so that her thick dark mane shifted sensuously from one pale shoulder to the other.

"Oh… Hans… baby… it's beautiful… good… almost too much. I-I don't think I can stand it," Sylvia managed to gasp out. This was the best she had ever experienced with the dog, maybe because of three days of expectant waiting. It was the most wonderful tonguing imaginable. If only it could be canned or bottled, I'd be a millionaire, she thought crazily to herself. God, the feelings were so strong. Already her legs were trembling so badly she wondered how long she would be able to remain standing. A long time, she hoped, because she wanted this sweet torture to go on forever, or at least until she came, which sure as hell was going to happen soon. If there were only some way to prolong this ecstasy.

Each shattering swipe of Hans' expert tongue was opening up her vagina more and more, so far in fact that the slavering animal was able to thrust his curling tongue-tip directly up into the hot wet little passage. This new assault almost brought Sylvia up on the top of her toes as she felt the dog burrow into her sensitive inner surfaces. Moaning incoherently, the agonized woman reached down to take the dog by the ears in an effort to pull his lust-inciting tongue even deeper into her quaking cunt. Gasping as she leaned forward, the maddened woman saw that Hans' great cock was already beginning to emerge from inside his loins, swollen into fully aroused hardness, teased into life by the wild stimulation of licking a naked passionate young woman. A great happiness swept over the love-starved dog and for the moment his frustration of the past two days was forgotten.

Sylvia stood above him, frozen into immobility for a moment despite the frenzied working of Hans' tongue between her thighs, staring at the great scarlet spear of dog-flesh. She knew that in a few minutes she could once again have that massive member sunk to the hilt up in her hungry vagina, just as soon as she came under the wild lickings of his talented tongue. That was the way it had been before and that was the way it could be today. But there was a streak of perverse adventurousness in the lovely young widow and slowly a plan was forming in her agile mind. Yes, it could be different today, she mused.

Below her, Hans stopped his licking, sensing the change in the woman's mood and looked up questioningly. Never taking her eyes from that glistening penis beneath his furry belly, now over half exposed, Sylvia pushed his big head away from her warmly seeping loins and began to lower herself to her knees next to the German shepherd. Hans whined unhappily, not wanting to be deprived of the exotic taste of the intoxicating perfumes that poured in such bountiful quantity from that tender warm slit up between those silky human thighs, but Sylvia began to speak softly to him.

"I told you it was going to be different today, Hans," she said. "Now lie down like a good dog. Lie down, boy."

This was the command that Angela, his mistress would give the big dog when he was romping around too vigorously, and at first he thought he was being reprimanded. Whimpering unhappily, he dropped his head sadly and his penis retracted back up into his belly, apparently wilted by the new development. At first horrified by the disappearance of this vital appendage, Sylvia realized at once what was bothering the big animal and began to speak more encouragingly.

"That's okay, Hans, you've been a good dog… good dog. Lie down, lie down and Mama will see that you never forget this day." Gently the naked young woman pushed Hans down, still murmuring soothingly, "Good boy, good boy."

Finally the big German shepherd was lying full length on the rug, his head half-hidden between his paws, still not sure whether he was in trouble or not. Sylvia couldn't keep from laughing a little at the child-like expression on the big dog's face as he looked up at her with big brown eyes full of hope. Dropping lithely down onto the carpet herself. Sylvia squirmed around until her hips and loins were positioned right next to the dog's head, her own face down by his hindquarters. The next part was going to be the hardest, she thought. If only he would understand what she wanted…

"Now roll over, Hans, roll over," the naked young beauty urged. At the same time she gave a little shove with her hands and sure enough, he rolled over on his back, his hairy penis-sheath prominently displayed. Drawing one leg up, bent at the knee, so that her thighs once again opened to bare her still-throbbing pussy between, the adventurous young widow wiggled her lush hips in close to Hans' muzzle as he lay facing her, almost pressing her cunt into the dog's questioning face.

"Okay, old buddy," Sylvia commanded. "Let's start light back at the beginning." Her voice choked a little with excitement. "Lick my cunt… lick it again!"

That was all the encouragement Hans needed. Once again that massive head buried itself deep up between his beautiful human friend's lewdly parted legs so that his tongue might lap at the warm secretions flowing so freely from her pouting cunt. As the first lick seared into her loins, Sylvia found herself paralyzed from the sheer ecstasy of it unable for several minutes to move or even think coherently as the well-remembered flood of sensual bliss drew tight every nerve. Then she remembered what she wanted to do and looked down hungrily towards the now shrunken sheath that hid Hans' temporarily uninterested penis. Yes, the gasping woman thought as her hips jerked uncontrollably under the dog's eager lingual caresses, she wanted to bring that giant scarlet shaft in all its obscene lustful hardness out of hiding. She wanted to make the animal cum with her own hands, to draw the hot sperm up from those hairy balls to jet lewdly out from the pointed tip.

The depraved nature of the young widow's desires only added another perverse thrill to the others already chasing through her shamelessly positioned body as again and again her animal companion lapped hungrily over and through her aching pussy mound, his scorching tongue digging wetly between her vaginal lips like a knife through hot butter. Gasping, Sylvia slid one of her hands up over Hans' hairy belly, gliding it sensuously deep down into the softness of the dog's loins, letting it wander over the thin velvety skin before finally her questing fingers moved to the lewd bulge of the animal's hairy penis sheath, squeezing firmly at the potential hardness inside.

Hans whined loudly under his part-time mistress' hot stimulating touch, feeling his penis jerking uncontrollably deep up within his own belly. Sensing the dog's reaction, the increasingly excited girl lay on her side, so that both arms were free of her weight, and moved a second hand up to join the first, using them together to press and knead at the hairy protuberance. With a feeling of lust-filled triumph the shameless divorcee could feel the hidden shaft inside begin to stir and grow, and she waited breathlessly, hoping for the appearance of that excitingly pointed tip. Impatient, Sylvia reached back with one hand towards her canine lover's flaccid testicles and scratched lightly with her nails over its sensitive surface, bringing another sharp yip from the surprised and pleased Hans.

This was a totally new and unexpected turn of events for the big animal. So far his whole sexual repertoire with human females had been either to lick them or to ram his aroused penis up into the tender little mating hole that nestled so high up between their lovely thighs. But now he liked what this beautiful neighbor was doing to him. He could continue to savor the warm rich juices gushing from her tender naked pinkness while at the same time be bathed in pleasure himself. Eagerly the happy animal continued to lick at the pungent pussy-flesh throbbing so hotly under his lashing tongue, spurred on by the new stirring in his powerful loins. This renewed attack on her private parts registered on every one of Sylvia's screaming nerves but never once did she slacken her obscenely methodical massaging of Hans' loins.

As her fingers continued the gentle caressing, she could feel a strong surging inside the soft-furred covering and knew it would be only a few seconds before she saw the first scarlet evidence of Hans' arousal.

Oh God, yes, the lewdly aroused young woman thought to herself, her breath catching in her throat, here it comes now! And the dog penis she had so busily been bringing to life shot out with a smooth wet rush, glistening brightly in the light. Despite all her experience, the staling Sylvia couldn't help watching in wide-eyed fascination as the throbbing organ grew and grew under her still working fingers until it had reached the mammoth proportions she knew so well. Moving her fingers slowly down from the hairy sheath, she placed them around the naked shaft itself, finding it wet and slippery to the touch, the scarlet flesh lubricated with its own juices. With a look of totally obscene fascination the raggedly breathing brunette seized the throbbing member directly and began sliding her hands slowly up and down its burning length. Another sharp yelp broke from the dog's throat at this new sensation, but the trembling animal never once stopped licking at the ever-flowering opening before his snout. His was the best of two worlds.

For Sylvia too it was a special occasion. Many times before in her lust-studded career, the wanton young beauty had engaged in what she considered the ultimate obscenities, but the very depravity of what she was doing now – actively pumping a dog's cock while the dog licked below into her cunt filled the panting staring woman with wicked feelings of sheer carnal abandon. Her eyes fastened on the thick beveled organ trapped so tightly between her working fingers as she rhythmically pulled and jerked, sliding the moist scarlet skin back and forth over the hot rigid core beneath, wanting to be able to see that hot animal sperm gushing forth.

What would it be like? she wondered. How much of it was there? From the quantity of it that had gushed, from her own cunt when Hans had cum in her before, she thought there would be plenty. These salacious questions burned in the young woman's lust-crazed brain as she pumped madly on that huge fleshy animal shaft. And when it finally happened, when Hans finally came, she wanted to cum too – wanted to join her animal lover in one long wet orgasmic upheaval, both of them writhing together in unholy ecstasy.

CHAPTER SIX

Angela Sims stepped out of her bath like Aphrodite rising from the waves, a vision of beauty, the water dripping from her flawlessly curved body, her long blonde hair tied up in a slightly damp shining blob of gold behind her head. Humming to herself, the young wife stood on the bath mat, slowly drying herself with a large fleecy towel, marveling how such a simple act could have so much hidden sensuality in it.

Ever since the young housewife had determined to do something about her deprived sex life, the whole world had seemed different. She shivered a little as the towel brushed lightly over her high-swelling breasts, automatically bringing the sensitive little nipples half-way erect. Yes, ever since Hans had taught her just how strongly her body could react to touch and feel, the happy young blonde had never ceased to marvel at the endless possibilities for sensual pleasure.

Sliding the towel slowly down over her sleek flat belly, Angela savored for a moment the final delight of her bath, hesitating before finally dropping the towel to her loins to tease lightly at her golden pubic hair, rubbing the water away, yet at the same time doing far more. Already she could sense the sensual moisture building up inside her cunt, not only from the gentle pressure of the towel against her nerve-filled inner softness but also from the knowledge that within a few minutes Hans' lust-quelling tongue would once again be slipping deep up into her quivering wetness.

The very thought of the lewd scene she was anticipating with her huge pet began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young woman's mind, so she hurried her final moments in the bathroom, suddenly anxious to begin the afternoon's shameful debauchery. Putting on her dressing gown over her milk-white nakedness and carelessly tying the belt in front, Angela walked quickly through the house, heading for the back door. Opening the door, the lovely young blonde called out, "Hans! Come on in, boy. It's time." She remained by the door, holding it open for several seconds, expecting the dog's usual eager entry, but nothing happened. This time the young woman put her head a little ways out the door, holding the dressing gown together over her voluptuously swelling breasts and called again, "Hans! Hans, come here!" Nothing.

Perplexed by now, Angela decided she'd better go outside and see what was wrong. Just the other day the big dog had been madly engaged in digging for a gopher, and his mistress was hardly able to coax him from his exciting task. But to the young wife's surprise, she didn't see Hans anywhere. Walking through the yard, Angela looked behind everything that could possibly conceal a large German shepherd, but he had obviously disappeared. That's when she saw it.

The gate was slightly open!

Walking quickly to the gate, forgetting for a moment to keep a tight hold on the top of her dressing gown so that it gaped open, exposing all of one breast down to the nipple, Angela stared in perplexed horror at the open lock. The surprise quickly turned to anger. Only a human could have opened the gate, she knew, it just wasn't possible for a dog to do it with his teeth!

Her dog had been kidnapped!

One hand flying to her mouth in the classic attitude of shock, the young woman stepped through the open gate, giving one last pleading cry, "Hans! Hans, baby, come here." But even before the words were out of her mouth, Angela knew it was useless. There would be no answer. For several agonized seconds the distraught young woman walked about aimlessly by the gate, no particular plan in mind, but rather automatically hoping that if she stayed near the spot somehow everything would be made right and she would have Hans back.

As she lowered her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening to overflow, her gaze played unheedingly over the ground before what she was looking at began to make sense.

There were tracks near the gate! Dog prints mixed with the prints of a woman's shoe! It had rained the night before and the ground was still soft, a little muddy in places, so the prints were clearly visible.

Bending lower, the staring young blonde took a close look at the tracks. The dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned. They were too big to belong to any other dog in the neighborhood. But what about the shoe prints? Could they have been made by the person who took Hans? Angela wondered excitedly. Almost without realizing it, the bereaved young wife had drifted away from the gate, walking down the road following the prints. Yes – yes… Hans' prints continued on besides those others, there was no doubt of it now. Looking up, Angela found herself already half-way down the road toward Sylvia's house, and then all at once the whole picture fell into place. How stupid of her not to have realized it at once, she thought bitterly.

Sylvia had stolen Hans!

Yes, somehow the shameless woman who lived down the road must have found out about Hans' strange interests, Angela thought in rising anger. Yes, that thieving bitch must be forcing her beloved dog into horrible perversions right this moment. Never did it occur to the angry young woman to temper her condemnation of her neighbor with the admission that she too little Angela the pure – had also been guilty of encouraging the animal in acts that would have both shocked and sickened her only short days ago, but then, jealousy works that way. Yes, Angela was jealous, as jealous as she would have been if some predatory woman had lured away her husband Jack. Maybe even a little more, because she was not able to find with Jack the same fantastic sexual release she found with Hans.

Determinedly the lovely young blonde strode down the road toward Sylvia's house, seemingly unconcerned that she was clad only in her dressing gown, her long blonde hair beginning to escape from the knot she had tied it in, one thick lock after another falling about her shoulders as she walked.

When Angela was only a few short yards from Sylvia's back gate she heard a sharp yapping sound that could only have come from Hans' throat, and a cold wave of fear passed over her body. What was Sylvia doing to Hans, anyhow?

Pushing through the gate without calling out, the anxious young woman walked right up to the slightly open sliding glass doors. For just a second she hesitated at the entrance, not able to see inside the house because of the drapes that were pulled shut behind the doors, but once again she heard that sharp yip, this time accompanied by a low moan. Impulsively Angela swept aside the drapes and walked into the room, looking around fiercely, then the angry young woman froze in shock, her eyes opening wide as she stared in disbelief at the depraved scene before her.

In the soft light of the room, Angela at first saw only a tangle of gleaming human flesh and soft brown fur, but a second analysis showed her Sylvia's naked body lying half on its side, one leg lewdly bent so that her shamelessly opened pussy was positioned right over Hans' dark muzzle, while at the same time the big animal was lying on his back, his thick scarlet penis trapped tightly between Sylvia's lewdly pumping fingers, his tongue, the tongue that by rights belonged to herself, lapping greedily up into Sylvia's clasping pink cunt!

Angela didn't know how long she stood there, frozen into immobility by shock and horror. She wanted to move, to stop the horrible thing happening right before her eyes but somehow she just couldn't. It took her confused young mind a long time to dredge up from its lower depths the reasons for her paralysis, but finally it burst over her in a wave of shocked understanding.

It was Hans' penis! Although the willing animal had licked her to orgasm several times, the young housewife had never before seen his massive member in its fully aroused state. Usually her eyes had been closed as she writhed in mindless ecstasy under the dog's lashing tongue and it had never even occurred to the innocent young woman that her pet might be as aroused by their illicit sex-play as she was. But there it was, in front of her now, huge, glistening, scarlet, ending in an obscenely sharp tapered point; and worst of all – in the hands of another woman!

This last realization finally snapped the bond that had held Angela still and she called out sharply, "Hans!" To her surprise the big dog did not move, but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening loins so near his muzzle, not about to give up the tremendous sensations Sylvia was stroking into his lust-fired penis with her nimble fingers. It was Sylvia, however, who reacted, surprised by the sudden sound of a human voice in her living room. Twisting her head around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the lovely widow gasped out once, "Angela!" It seemed an effort for her to get the word out. She was panting explosively, her beautiful fine-boned face transformed by the passionate licking she was getting from below, her large dark eyes shining like shadowed stars. Then her head turned back as she obviously let herself slip once again down into the sensual ecstasy she had been enjoying before Angela's entrance.

"Sylvia, you leave my dog alone!" Angela cried out in anguish.

"Can't," Sylvia moaned back. "It's too late. I-I'm going to cum in another minute."

"No, no, not with Hans!" Angela wailed. "He's my dog… he belongs to me!"

"Then why are you so selfish?" Sylvia asked, turning her head once more to look at her blonde neighbor. "Even if you don't care about me, what about Hans? Don't you want him to cum too?" She gasped as the wonderful tongue below stabbed hotly up into her streaming pussy, and then turned her attention back to the huge fleshy dog-cock that throbbed between her fingers like some powerful engine.

"What?" Angela asked in wonder as the full meaning of her neighbor's last words seeped into her numbed brain. "Hans… cum…?" For some reason it had never occurred to her that Sylvia might have planned the dog's own satisfaction also.

"Of course," Sylvia moaned back. "What do you think I'm doing to his cock, just holding on so I don't lose my balance?" Then Sylvia didn't want to talk anymore but just to let the wonderful flames of passion Hans' tongue was spearing into her welcoming pussy take over her whole body while her own hands coaxed the hot semen up out of her animal lover's hairy balls. To hell with the little prude behind her, even if she was the dog's owner!

But the groaning young widow couldn't have known the consternation her last words had created in that young prude's overburdened mind. Bit by bit at first and then with an overpowering rush Angela knew that her dark-haired neighbor was speaking the truth. Oh, how selfish she had been with her darling Hans, she realized. All the time she had enticed the loyal animal to see to her needs while never imagining he might have needs of his own. In a way she had been as thoughtless as her own husband, maybe more, because Jack wanted to please her but just couldn't. The young blonde felt a quick rush of affection for the woman she had misjudged so harshly, believing her a thief of her pet's affection while all the time this other woman had been providing something to Hans that his rightful mistress had been too thoughtless to think of.

Not too surprisingly, Angela's tardy appreciation of her neighbor opened her mind to other thoughts. The young wife had seldom seen a naked woman before, and certainly not in the lewd and enticing position of the one before her now. Sheltered since her youth, Angela thought of the female body, if indeed she thought of it at all, as her own reflection in the bathroom mirror in those short intervals she let herself be uncovered, or else as the cool impersonal figures portrayed in art books and magazines. Quite a different thing than the panting, moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor before her, a reality of smell and sound as well as of soft, inviting, naked female flesh.

Free from observation herself, since Sylvia was turned away from her, the young housewife let her eyes linger over the older woman's lushly formed figure, able to see part of one high-set, rounded breast silhouetted against the darker background of Hans' glossy coat. The nipple on that breast was swollen now, jutting out pinkly, brought to pebble-hardness by the passion that swept through Sylvia's body. Such a long slender back, Angela found her-self thinking, a gracefully curved expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders before it swelled out again into voluptuously flared hips. Somehow it was those hips, the magnificent buttocks that drew Angela on, the rounded half-moons, slightly pulled apart now by Sylvia's thighs widespread, so that Hans' tongue might find easy access to her quivering genitals. Every now and then Angela could see her dog's long pink tongue splay back between her neighbor's milk-white thighs to lick at the farthest recesses of her loins, making the soft rounded buttocks jerk and shudder in ecstasy.

Without quite realizing it, Angela found herself pulling back her robe, and letting it drop to the floor, baring her own lovely young body. Somehow it seemed almost sacrilegious to be dressed here in this room while the two creatures before her remained locked together in complete concentration. Slowly, then, the full-breasted blonde started forward.

The first warning Sylvia had that her young neighbor had changed position was when she felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly moving down toward her spasmodically clenching buttocks. Even so, the panting widow didn't look back, not wanting to take a chance on spoiling whatever magic was happening, for she was sure it was something good. The gentleness of the hands promised her that. Too much was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to any one part of it. Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of painful excitement by Hans' thrusting tongue such as she had never known before. At the same time, the great cock in her hands let its own overpowering pleasure known to her by the way it jerked and trembled under her touch. Yes, yes, she could tell that soon it would be spurting its hot load out into the room, gushing in obscene fulfillment before them all. And now… now… those gentle hands behind were working insistently downward between her quivering buttocks, low down, near her pleasure-washed cunt, searching, searching. Almost unbelievingly Sylvia felt her supposedly innocent young neighbor's fingers begin an experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little opening as if they were trying to decide what to do.

"Aaahh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden hard pressure against her anus. Automatically her loins bucked forward away from the sudden hot sensation that convulsed her already shuddering loins. Could this actually be happening? she thought. Her doubt was immediately banished as that same probing finger came back once more, this time to push knowingly up inside her hot rectal depths, just a little way at first as the sphincter muscles instinctively fought the unnatural penetration.

"Ahhh, God," Sylvia moaned out as suddenly her whole lower body seemed immersed in hot all-enveloping sensation. Coupled with Hans' wild lickings at her quaking cunt, the finger that now began to worm relentlessly around up inside her sensitive anus drove Sylvia to the very edge of orgasmic insanity. The amazed woman felt an obviously naked body move close up against her back, two bare breasts dragging stiffened nipples over her ultra-sensitized flesh. The finger plunged deeper, bringing another moan from the blissfully tortured woman's chest. She almost lost herself then, almost slipped down into a world of private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in Sylvia's mind reminded her she still had a job to do. Opening glazed eyes, the moaning woman once again focused all the attention she could muster on her hands, on the fingers still wrapped around the massively swollen dog-cock only inches away.

Summoning up the last of her strength, Sylvia once again began pummeling the huge red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the dog's hairy belly below. Every stroke she made as she slaved over the throbbing organ only seemed to make the slavering beast who's massive head lay between her own wide-splayed thighs lick all the harder, digging his thick wet tongue deeper and deeper up into her pleasure-wracked cunt, filling her with hot darting shafts of delight that seemed to shoot all the way to the top of her head. Fighting against the seductive paralysis of this unbelievable stimulation, enhanced now by the searching finger in her rectum, Sylvia redoubled her efforts, jerking and pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands, chanting out mindless mewling sounds as she worked like some harem slave of old. Staring in fascination at the obscenely colored member before her, the half-crazed young widow knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it began to spew out its lewd charge. It was trembling under her fingers, and Hans' loins were jerking uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in helpless reflex as his orgasm approached.

One, two, three more powerful tugs at the dog's cock and that was it! Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and the hairy balls below swelled to incredible size and tightness. Sylvia could actually feet the hot semen rushing madly up the length of the pulsating member as it sought release. At the same time, the dog's last spasmodic tongue-thrusts into her own lust-heated cuntal depths seemed to touch off a white hot sunburst far up inside her spasming belly, joined by a second as Angela behind her thrust a second punishing finger far up into her crazily tingling rectum. Before her the moaning brunette's own orgasm snatched her away to another world, she was able to see finally the thick white semen jet out in a long hot gush from her dog-lover's grotesquely swollen cock and arc up into the air to spray back down over her naked body, covering her belly and loins with obscene sticky flecks of cum. Then she was gone.

Angela stared in amazement as she felt the beautiful naked body before her suddenly go rigid and then began to buck and twist in a series of powerful contractions. Hot slippery fluids gushed back over her hand from Sylvia's cunt as it began to contract madly. The younger girl could actually feel her writhing neighbor's internal muscles working against the fingers that still disappeared obscenely up into her rectum.

"C-c-cuuummmiiinnnggg," Sylvia gurgled out once as her stomach muscles sucked sharply in, her buttocks clenching powerfully together in a series of quick jerks. To the watching Angela it seemed as if something would have to give, that somehow Sylvia was going to split in two from the obvious power of the forces at work deep up inside her spasming belly. For a second the younger girl felt a moment of jealousy, wishing it could be her who was experiencing this sexual upheaval, but just as quickly she pushed the thought from her mind and drove her fingers as far up inside Sylvia's soft rubbery rectal depths as she could, the knowledge that she was adding to her neighbors passion causing strange little tremors of excitement to run through her own loins.

On and on it went, the scarlet penis spurting under Sylvia's spasmodically clenching fingers, the big dog whining and yelping, his head trapped between Sylvia's twitching thighs, and Angela holding on for dear life behind. Finally Hans lay quiet, his penis slowly beginning to shrivel back up into his belly. Sylvia gave one last shudder and collapsed back gasping against Angela, obviously exhausted. The younger girl pulled her fingers out of Sylvia's anus, marveling at the slight popping sound they made, as they withdrew. For long moments there was no sound in the room but Sylvia's labored breathing, then Hans struggled to turn over and got shakily to his feet. The big dog looked down at the two naked human females still sprawled on the floor and then walked over to the comer and lay down contentedly. A moment later Sylvia, too, moved, turning her body so that now she was facing Angela, who blushed as she met the older woman's eyes.

"I-I don't know what came over me," the naive blonde wife started to say, but Sylvia cut her off.

"Forget it. Sometimes it's just right for things to happen." Neither said more for a while but both were lost in their thoughts. They were now lying so that their heads lay at opposite ends, their bodies parallel, both of the women on their sides facing one another, head to toe, but not so close that they couldn't see one another's faces.

Sylvia slowly looked her younger companion up and down. She had always known that Angela probably had a pretty good body, but now faced with the naked reality of it she was stunned. Damn, what a really beautiful tender young girl, she thought to herself. Because of the positions they were both lying in, just opposite her face was the silky golden triangle of the younger girl's pussy hair. Sylvia couldn't make out much more than that because Angela had her thighs placed firmly together, obviously slightly nervous about being naked in front of someone else, but not knowing what to do about it, particularly in view of what had just happened between them.

"Sorry about taking your dog," Sylvia said, "but I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I would have brought him back."

"I… that's all right. I-I guess I shouldn't be so selfish."

"I understand, honey. With a dog like Hans, I'm afraid we all tend to lose our heads." Angela blushed at this oblique allusion to her dog's talents. "Just when did you discover what that horny hound had in his mind?" Sylvia continued.

Another blush. "Just a couple of days ago. He-he started licking me."

"And you were off and running. You know, I don't want to be insulting, but I just didn't think you had it in you. I mean, I thought you'd just get rid of the dog when you found out what his little specialty was."

"You mean you thought I was too much of a prude," Angela answered frankly. Then a little line of bitterness tightened around her mouth. "And I suppose you would have been right if I hadn't needed something, anything, so much."

"Ah-ha, husband troubles. Doesn't Jack make love to you much? He's crazy if he doesn't. Most men would give their left nut to be married to someone like you. You do know you're very beautiful, don't you?" As Sylvia said these last words one of her hands reached out and began gently caressing her young neighbor's breasts, moving slowly from one to the other of the perfect pink-tipped mounds, never fast or hard, but just gently gliding. Angela automatically sucked in her breath at the first feather-like sensations Sylvia's gentle fingers stroked into her voluptuously naked flesh. For an instant Angela almost pulled sharply away, but somehow that seemed silly after what she had done to Sylvia only short minutes ago. And besides, it felt… well, good. Not wanting to think too much about what was happening, the young blonde blurted out an answer to Sylvia's last question, wanting to have something to occupy her alarmed mind for the moment, even though she didn't like talking to anyone about her personal problems with Jack.

"N-No," she gasped out, her voice a little shaky, "he makes love to me a lot. It's just that he doesn't… do it long enough."

"Doesn't realize you might like it too, is that it?"

"Oh, no, it's not like that," Angela answered, coming immediately to her husband's defense, forgetting for the moment that the exploring hand at her breast was becoming bolder. "He wants to please me, but he just can't."

"You mean he can't hold back, cums too soon." Angela nodded bashfully, and Sylvia went on. "So that's when you decided to let Hans fuck you."

"Fuck me?" the young blonde's eyes flew open in amazement. "You mean he does that too?" For an instant Sylvia thought she was kidding but the surprise in the girl's blue eyes was too genuine.

"Of course. What do you think I have him over here for. He's the best lay I've ever had in my life, and believe, me I've had plenty. You mean to tell me you've never let him fuck you?"

"N-No," the young blonde answered in horrified wonderment. Her head spinning dizzily, she couldn't keep from her mind the obscene image of Sylvia's hands wrapped around Hans' huge scarlet penis, the penis she had seen for the first time today. Suddenly she was acutely aware of her neighbor's fingers on her breasts, playing, stroking, loving, and coupled with the totally obscene mental picture of what it must look like when Hans was fucking the undeniably beautiful brunette, a sudden hot flood of passion was triggered into full life within the young woman's trembling body. She looked up into Sylvia's eyes, eyes that had now assumed an almost hypnotic intensity.

"We're going to have to do something about this," Sylvia said quietly. "We're going to have to see that Hans fucks you." The older woman was beginning to experience the full symptoms of advanced lust as she looked at the beautiful naked body of the young innocent wife lying next to her, her palm tingling with the lush feel of those taut firm young breasts, feeling the little coral-hued nipples springing out against her fingertips. Once again she looked over at the golden triangle so near her face, wondering what tender moist treasures must lie up between the tightly clenched thighs. "You do want Hans to fuck you, don't you? You do want that big hard cock rammed right up between your legs."

Angela felt her breath coming faster and faster despite herself. What was this woman saying to her? Her thoughts floundered for a moment, twisted by the now-wonderful sensations from her breasts as Sylvia's stroking grew bolder. "I-I can't," she moaned helplessly. "He's so big. It'd hurt." Sylvia knew she had won.

"It's all a matter of being ready," she crooned. God how she desired this innocent young wife, she thought. How she wanted to get to know that lush young body, revel in seeing the younger woman turn into a raving animal. "Yes, you just have to be ready for a cock as big as that one, but don't worry, I'll help. I'll lick your pussy until you're ready for anything."

"L-Lick my…" Angela gasped out. My God, what was happening?

"Yes, lover, lick your pussy. Can you imagine how good that'll feel?" Not waiting for an answer, Sylvia slid her hand away from the younger woman's breast, letting it trace a hot trail down over the blonde girl's already trembling young belly to come at last to an agitated rest among her crisp golden cunt-curls. "Come on," Sylvia murmured seductively, "Open your thighs. Just bend your top leg a little." Without waiting for an answer the lust-driven brunette let her hand work lower to slide between the firm young thighs so close, and with a little upwards pressure she helped the confused young Angela to open the path to her hidden treasures. Sylvia almost gasped aloud as suddenly she saw the tender pink vaginal lips bared to her hungry gaze, framed in their gilded setting. Eagerly her head moved forward, intent on the promised feast.

"Oh no, we mustn't," Angela moaned, but she hardly knew what she was saying. All the time her mind was focused on the incredible image of Hans, her beloved Hans fucking into her body. Could it really be done? she wondered. This thought was suddenly driven from her mind as she felt her lovely neighbor's head working between her partially open thighs. Looking down the young wife could no longer see the expression on Sylvia's face, only the smooth white curve of her throat under her chin, for her neighbor's features were now lost between the soft silky flesh of her own parted thighs. For one long moment Angela stared at the brunette's firm ripe breasts, pressing against her own belly, which was now quickly rising and failing in time to her ragged breathing. My God, she thought! Sylvia's actually going to do it! She's going to lick my pussy!

Angela knew it was wrong, knew that this was what was called lesbianism. Never in her whole life had she imagined that someday she might be lying like this, about to let another woman thrust her tongue up into her vagina! But for that matter, never had she imagined until just a few days ago that she would let a dog do the same! That didn't matter, the confused young blonde thought. She had to stop this obscene act, had to cry out before once again she let herself slip into a sea of depravity. But before she could utter a sound, all the air was driven from her lungs as she felt Sylvia's hot breath pour searingly over her nakedly exposed genitals. Gasping, the young housewife found herself thinking that if just Sylvia's breath felt so good, how would it actually feel when her tongue licked out and… then she had to put the thought from her mind as her whole body started to shake uncontrollably in a shuddering mixture of shame and desire. Unable to move, the gasping young woman was aware of her tormentor's face working in deeper between her vainly resisting thighs, and now she could feel Sylvia's saliva-moistened lips poised right next to her pulsating cunt.

Desperately Angela looked around for something to motivate her to scramble to her feet and run from this sinful house, but the only thing that met her staring gaze was Sylvia's pussy poised mere inches away from her wondering eyes. Staring in fascination, the innocent young blonde could not help examining this, the first feminine pussy that she had ever seen. Despite her inexperience it was not hard for the young bride to tell that Sylvia was already aroused. Tiny beads of vaginal moisture glistened on the inside surface of the half-parted cuntal lips, and for a second she was not sure whether she could not see a deeper excited pulsing over the pink-petaled vaginal opening. How would it taste if she put her own lips… but quickly Angela put the obscene thought from her mind. That was the last rational thought she had, because suddenly Sylvia's tongue darted out and stabbed deep into her innocent young neighbor's unprepared cunt.

"Aaaaaahhh," Angela gasped out as that first seating contact shot a blast of lewd flame far up inside her belly. Her whole body jerked, not away from the obscene contact but instead forward so that her cunt thrust automatically against the slippery little mouth pressed so lightly to it. Sylvia didn't waste a second. Immediately she started worming her working tongue up into the moistly shuddering slit, running it furiously up and down the whole heated length, pausing only for part of a second on each lust inciting trip to probe delicately at the trembling blonde's still tightly closed vagina, knowing that she mustn't hurry too much, best to take her time. Sylvia had eaten a lot of pussy in her decadent life, but this was the sweetest ever, and she wanted to prolong her eager lapping as long as possible.

To her amazement, Angela felt her own thighs open wider of their own accord, instinctively welcoming the attacking tongue, baring before it her now wide-splayed cuntal slit, wanting it to dig far, far up inside the hotly clamoring depths. Demandingly the young blonde's loins jerked forward, trying to entice the little pink messenger of bliss deeper, all thoughts of resistance quickly gone. But the more experienced girl withdrew for a moment before once again letting her tongue shoot out, this time to graze Angela's sensitively throbbing clitoris.

"Oooooh, God, ooohhh," Angela moaned, no longer able to remain silent. Her breath gushed from her lungs as once again Sylvia began to run her tongue up and down the full length of her pussy slit, playing tauntingly over the opening of her hungrily contracting vagina. Oh, how the young blonde wanted that desire-giving tongue up inside her, like a little writhing cock.

Suddenly Sylvia deserted the hot liquid depths, holding back one tantalizing second before lashing out her tongue to stab hard against her young friend's quiveringly erect clitoris, making the writhing blonde cry out in wild abandon, unable to control herself at all. That darting jabbing tongue ran wildly in little circles around her almost painfully palpitating sensation bud, then to her further amazement and delight Sylvia began to suck at the little button, circling it with her lips in tight embrace and at the same time nipping lightly with her teeth.

Then once again the omnivorously ravishing tongue slid down the steaming valley of her blonde-fringed cunt, darting around, shooting finally far up into her helpless vagina, then licking broadly over the whole flat-splayed area of her writhing pussy, teasing again at the blood-engorged clitoris. Tongue… tongue… frantic tongue everywhere, driving new and incredible sensations of delight into the quaking flesh before it.

Squirming and moaning to this rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, Angela mewled and cried out as rippling waves of wild erotic sensation pulled her body into a twitching curve. Beginning to pant explosively, the moaning blonde opened her legs as wide as possible while at the same time thrusting her steaming loins forward to get maximum contact with the torturing little lingual spear. Although Sylvia too was gasping aloud, her own loins burning lewdly with the lust-charged knowledge of what she was doing to the once-innocent young wife before her, she never let her mouth lose contact with the sweet seething mass of cuntal flesh, giving one last mighty thrust up into Angela's vagina while at the same time vigorously shaking her lovely dark head from side to side.

That last lascivious effort was the final trigger needed to set off Angela's impending orgasm, releasing at last the intolerable pressure that had been building deep up inside her softly convulsing belly.

"Ooooohhh… ooohhh… Goodddddd, Sylvia! I-I'm going t-to… cuuummmmmm… aaaaaahhhhh!"

The young blonde's last maddened cry choked off into a gurgling moan as sexual ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, sucking in her sleek stomach muscles again and again as wave after wave of hot release buffeted her screaming insides into a mindless frenzy. Jerking, trembling, writhing, the delirious young woman was lost in a timeless world of endless pleasure while her convulsing cunt gushed forth a hot stream of fragrant pussy secretions that nearly choked the still wildly tonguing Sylvia. But never once did the older woman break contact with the throbbing depths before her until the last quiver had passed from her young lover's shuddering body.

Waiting a moment until the younger girl had got her breath back a little, Sylvia finally pulled her head from between the satiny thighs. "Roll over on top of me," she urged up at the sex-groggy Angela.

"W-What?" Angela gasped out, not fully comprehending. Sylvia repeated her request and then urged the young blonde with her hands until finally Angela was positioned over her, knees on either side of the young widow's face so that her own blonde-rimmed pussy was right over the lips that had so recently sucked it to orgasm, while the staring young wife found herself looking down at Sylvia's own openly pouting cunt. "Now make me feel the same way I made you feel," Sylvia purred.

Angela didn't move, but just hovered over her older neighbor, gazing down in captivated fascination at the dark-fringed cunt waiting below, waiting for her own mouth to dip towards it. Could she? Could she commit this act that until just a few minutes ago seemed as remote from her as the moon? All her training told her no, despite the fact that she owed the lovely woman below her as much pleasure as she could give. But that wasn't the factor that finally turned the scales. No, it was the living pulsing reality of the pussy itself as it lay in open moist invitation below, the lips pulled apart by the widespread position of Sylvia's legs to reveal all the softly glistening secrets inside. Those seeping pink depths cried out for something to bring them to life, and what better than Angela's own tender lips and tongue. With a final groan of defeat, the lovely blonde housewife dropped her head and let her tongue shoot out lizard-like to spear into the seductive depths below.

Angela felt the woman under her stiffen with the shock of the first hot wet contact and a choked gasp echoed from her throat. That was all the encouragement Angela needed and she went to work with a will, her mouth fastening hungrily to the quivering loins below. The young blonde found herself savoring the sweet taste of Sylvia's cunt, such a strange medley of flavors, at the same time syrupy and tart, a little like the taste of Chinese sweet and sour sauce. Struggling to learn, Angela lapped excitedly, picking up from Sylvia's frenzied reactions what pleased her the most.

From across the room Hans began to show renewed interest as he saw the two pinkly glowing female bodies so lewdly tangled together. At first he had only paid polite attention when Sylvia had tongued his mistress, but then when Angela crawled on top so that her well-rounded white buttocks were poised invitingly high in the air, the big dog's ears picked up. He had never had his mistress, or never even seen her in this, his favorite position for human females, but now the German shepherd began to remember all the times he had been aroused by the blonde girl's loveliness while he speared his tongue deep up into her sweet-smelling little slit. Those tantalizingly raised half-moons proved too much for the lascivious dog and he got quickly to his feet and padded silently over to the two intertwined women.

The first intimation Angela had of her pet's presence was when she felt his cool nose sniffing up between her slightly parted thighs.

"W-What's that," she blurted out, for the first time breaking contact with the pulsating cuntal flesh beneath.

"It's Hans," Sylvia answered, a little disappointed that the wonderful mouth was no longer licking at her eager cunt. She had already seen the dog's handsome head above her own face as lie sniffed at Angela's obscenely displayed genitals. His black nose moved in closer to brush lightly over the young blonde's tightly puckered anus.

"M-Make him go away," Angela begged.

"Why?" Sylvia shot back. "I think he wants to fuck you."

"Fuck me! Oh no, he can't. That wouldn't be right."

"Oh, don't be such a prig," Sylvia said a little acidly. "You've done a lot of other things that aren't supposed to be nice. Wouldn't you like to have that big animal cock deep inside your cunt? Besides, I don't think he's going to give you the choice."

"My God, what do you mean?" Angela wailed out.

"He generally starts by sniffing, and then he begins to lick…" Sylvia suddenly began to become interested in the impending ravishment of her innocent young neighbor. Waves of lewd excitement shot through the older girl's slightly perverted brain as she realized what a marvelous view she would have from here as Hans rammed his heavy cock up into Angela's vulnerably positioned vaginal slit. Right above her face! Before the fascinated brunette could finish her sentence, Hans' familiar tongue shot out to splay itself lovingly over his mistress' damp-curled pussy slit, licking with one hot swipe clear up to her rectum. Angela jerked in reaction above and a sobbing gasp came from deep in the whimpering girl's chest.

"Oh, please, don't let him do it to me. It's wrong… wrong." She tried to struggle away still full of fear, but not wanting to miss the expected lewd show, Sylvia wrapped her arms tightly around the young blonde's hips and thighs so that she couldn't move.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Sylvia said in exasperation. "Can't you ever tell when you have it made?" Looking up along the dog's belly she could see that already his penis was sliding out of its hairy sheath in all its glistening scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each passing second. A moment later the eager animal had mounted his mistress' shaking back, and Sylvia freed one of her anus to reach back to take the swollen organ between her fingers, thrilling to the familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had experienced the very first time she had guided it into her own eagerly waiting cunt.

"Okay, Hans, fuck Angela just like you fuck me!" Needing very little encouragement, the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong forelegs tightly around his mistress' slender waist while Sylvia gasped in delight below as she saw the huge animal-cock poised directly over her face, its beveled tip only half an inch from her young neighbor's gaping pussy mouth.

"Oh, please, don't let him do it to me," the frightened Angela moaned, trying to shift her hips away from the hot unnatural probe. Trembling, she tried to look back down between her legs to see what was happening, but all she could see were the twin mounds of Sylvia's passion-swollen breasts. Then she felt the first hot searing contact of the massive spear that would soon impale her, and all her fears suddenly washed away in a flood of lewd desire. Yes, now she knew it, she knew it! Everything before had only been childish games, but all along, secretly she had wanted Hans to fuck her! Now was the time and she couldn't be afraid any more. It was out of her hands. "Oh yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Hans, fuck me!" The panting girl raised her buttocks as high as possible, spreading her legs at the same time to open her suddenly hungry cunt.

It wasn't a moment too soon. Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at the opening to Angela's gaping pussy, Hans instinctively rammed forward, burying his dripping cudgel in one slithering rush far up into the kneeling girl's hot little cunt. Animal style, he never gave the girl a chance to become accustomed to his huge presence, but began a fierce pumping of his powerful loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again into the soft flesh before him.

"Uuuuhhh," Angela grunted in stunned surprise. Never before in her whole life had she been so filled. It felt for a moment as if something would have to tear open inside her to make room for that massive invading cock, but the blonde's wife's vaginal muscles soon became used to the jack-hammer fast intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths. Wantonly her sleek buttocks set up an answering rocking motion to meet the fiery challenge. It began to feel good, better than anything the adventurous wife had ever experienced before. She barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face between her neighbor's thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.

Below her, Sylvia gratefully felt her blonde neighbor return to the avid sucking of her tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all the while at the giant scarlet dog-cock flashing in and out of her younger woman's juicy cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist pink pussy-flesh out with it on the pullback and ramming them far back up inside as the big animal crashed his hips forward stroke after stroke. Opening wider and wider, Angela's vagina voraciously tried to swallow every inch of that mighty shaft, right down to the hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity against her tenderly swollen clitoris.

All three of the lewdly coupled trio would have quickly come to climax, but suddenly a mighty roar echoed through the room.

"My… God… Angela, what…"

All three of the sinners on the floor turned as one toward the disturbance, frozen in shock. Neither said a word until Angela, twisting her head as far back as she could, was finally able to make out the identity of the intruder.

"Oh God," she shrieked, "It's Jack!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

Since work was a little slow that day, all the men in Jack's department had been let go home a little early. Driving straight home, the young husband was both surprised and disappointed to find that his wife wasn't home, nor was the new dog. For some reason he felt like a little companionship rather than sitting around an empty house. It didn't take him long to figure that Angela must be down the road visiting Sylvia, because that was the only neighbor within easy walking distance and Angela didn't have a car.

Deciding to set out in search of his straying wife, the unexpected arrival set off toward their only neighbor's house, aware in the back of his mind that he secretly hoped Sylvia was alone. For a long time he had been filled with lustful thoughts every time he saw the beautiful young brunette. Yes, she was some woman, he mused, maybe just the thing he needed to take his mind off his seemingly insurmountable troubles with his wife. He wondered what Sylvia Bennett would look like naked.

There didn't seem to be anyone home when Jack got to Sylvia's house, but the back gate was partly open so he went in, heading towards the sliding glass doors. Before he could even call out he was aware of strange sounds from within the house, alarming sounds, almost like someone struggling. A particularly loud sobbing groan filled the young man with the direct impression that a woman was being murdered within. Without stopping to think, Jack heroically rushed forward, pushing through the drapes inside, and then stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the obscene spectacle before his staring eyes.

It didn't take him long to realize there were two women obviously locked in a lesbian embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily fucking one of them from behind, but after a second look the shocked husband came to a sudden sickening realization.

One woman was his wife, the dog was Hans!

His instinctive roar of horror and rage had immediate effects on the trio before him. After Angela's scream of horrified recognition, Hans was the first to react. Sensing instinctively that he was in a lot of trouble, the big dog for the first time in his life deserted a pair of buttocks in mid-fuck, backing away hurriedly, his penis shrinking quickly back up out of harm's way, then he dodged behind the nearest piece of furniture, trying to make himself as small as possible. Angela scrambled quickly to her feet and looked around frantically for her dressing gown.

"You stay right there!" Jack commanded and the young wife froze, sensing from the sound of her husband's voice that he meant everything he said. "What the hell is that?" Jack spluttered. "Is this how you wile away your days while I'm at work? Christ, I can't believe anyone could sink so low. And with a dog, yet." Jack's face wrinkled in disgust. He glanced down at the cringing animal once and then back up at his petrified wife. "Well, wife dear, I'm going to go to that mutt what I'd do to any man I found you with. I'm going home to get my gun and blow that sneaking animal's head off."

"Oh no you won't, big boy," another voice rang out. Surprised, Jack turned around to see that Sylvia had gotten to her feet unnoticed while all his attention was turned toward the incestuous members of his immediate family. "You touch one hair on that animal's head and I'll have your worthless balls with a nail file, if it takes me the rest of my life," Sylvia snarled, marching right up to the surprised young man to thrust her face close to his. Jack was about to make some violent rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was standing only inches from a remarkably beautiful naked woman, and just a few minutes before he had wondered how she would look naked. Now he knew. Fantastic!

Seeing all the hostility drain from her male adversary's face as his eyes glued themselves to her breasts, now brushing the front of his shirt, Sylvia decided this was the time to press her advantage if an ugly scene was to be avoided. "So, big boy," she said, letting her voice become a little softer. "You complain about what your wife does for kicks on her own time without ever stopping to think whether or not she might have those kicks coming to her. You sure you do your level best at home to keep her from having to go out and find entertainment of her own?"

"Well, I…" Jack began.

"Don't give me any shit. Momma knows all. Oh, you don't have to blame Angela for leaking top secrets, I wormed it out of her when her defenses were down. I know all about your hair-trigger cock."

"I…" Jack said very weakly.

Sylvia knew she had to be careful of her timing. Any moment now the cornered husband might go back to the attack. Turning toward Angela, Sylvia said contemptuously, "You two make me sick. Both of you whine about the other but neither one does anything constructive. It's not all Jack's fault, Angela, didn't it ever occur to you that you might be able to do something about his little problem? He's so hot to go he shoots his load at the first touch, so why not pull the sting from it, make it a little less touchy?"

"W-what do you mean?" Angela asked, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I think you both need a little practice lesson. Now you watch how this is done, Angela. Back, handsome," Sylvia ordered, giving the fascinated Jack several little shoves that brought the back of his knees up sharp against the edge of an easy chair so that he fell heavily into it. In one lithe graceful movement Sylvia dropped her knees light in front of the chair.

"Now as I see it, neither one of you two love-birds ever explored the possibility that Jack might be able to get it up more than once. We'll go for the knockout punch in round one and see if tiger here can answer the bell for round two." And before either husband or wife knew what was happening, Sylvia reached forward and boldly unzipped Jack's fly. All of a sudden long cool fingers were suddenly extracting the amazed young man's penis through the opening. With gaping mouth, Jack saw his cock lying in Sylvia's palm, pulsing gently as it began to quicken into life.

"My, you are fast," the smiling brunette said. "Let's see how long it takes you to cum." Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Jack watched in disbelief as Sylvia slowly lowered her dark head towards his penis, which was jerking larger with every passing second. A moment ago he had been ready to kill, and now a woman whose sheer beauty and sensuality had always seemed to him to be an unobtainable dream was clearly about to put his cock in her mouth. Angela too watched in shocked awe. She knew that by all rights she should be sickened and horrified watching another woman do this perverted act to her own husband, but somehow, in this place, it seemed natural. Her own mouth began to salivate sympathetically as she watched Sylvia do something to Jack she had never had the courage to even think about.

"Hey, wait a minute," she heard Jack say, but then his voice choked off as his lovely torturer's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in the head of his cock. Under that maddening stimulation his throbbing penis burst into its full glory, rearing up like an angry cobra.

"Mmmm, it likes me," Sylvia said, and then opening her lips she slid them moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the tip of her willing victim's cock. Staring down in amazement the surprised young man looked in awe at the beautiful dark head poised over his trembling loins. He knew he could probably just reach down and push Sylvia away, but at that moment it seemed like an impossible idea.

Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.

"I-I, we shouldn't be…" he began, knowing that Angela was watching, but then with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to wrap his hands tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk he pulled Sylvia's lips down farther onto his pulsating cock-shaft. To hell with Angela, he thought. After what he had caught her doing it would serve her right to have to watch this! For her part, his gaping wife stood watching in appreciative awe. She had been through too much already today to be very upset by what was happening before her. What was mostly bothering her was the unfulfilled feeling deep in her own hungry loins which had been rudely deprived of the lust-sating dog-penis only a few minutes ago. Staring hungrily at her husband's desire-thickened shaft disappearing up into Sylvia's ovalled mouth, Angela found herself wishing that somehow it were being thrust up her own wanting pussy instead.

The whole little scenario didn't take long, maybe less than two minutes, and then true to form, Jack could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in his balls.

"Holy God," he half-shouted, "I'm gonna cum! For the love of Christ, don't stop sucking!" Then his blood-rigid rod of flesh began to vibrate as the first hot jets rushed its swollen length. This was the first time in his life the young man had ever had his cock sucked, and he was unprepared for the incredible sensation as Sylvia sucked madly on his spurting member, working him to heights of passion that were almost unbearable. As his head arched back in ecstasy he was able to see out of the comer of his eyes the almost ludicrous picture of Sylvia's cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing sperm and then hollowing again as she sucked madly. It seemed to go on for an eternity and then the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his exhausted penis deflating in Sylvia's mouth. The smiling widow let the limp organ slip wetly from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot sticky sperm from her lips.

"A new record in the hundred yard dash," she said wryly. Turning to Angela she added, "I see what you mean. A girl would have to be a real sprinter to keep up with that." Her words deflated Jack who thought she was making fun of him but the lovely woman got lithely to her feet. "Now it's time for the resurrection," she said. Even though he had just cum, Jack could not help staring at the beautiful sleek body now standing nakedly before him. For a moment his tortured eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the high, proud, dark-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that nestled up between Sylvia's smooth ivory-white thighs.

Moving closer to the still seated young man, her hips swaying provocatively, Sylvia reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him unresistingly to his feet. As soon as he was standing before her, the exotic beauty moved closer still and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Even before she pulled the garment completely from him, the brazen seducer leaned forward and traced her stiffening nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest. Immediately the gasping husband felt a faint lurching in his tired loins. Even though he knew he should resist, Jack made no move to stop Sylvia as she began undoing his belt. Before he knew it his trousers were in a heap around his feet.

"Kick off your shoes," Sylvia ordered, and he did. Jack was now standing wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through the opening was not exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as a moment before. His lovely seducer began to work the shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic waistband rub across the end of his still dripping cock. Once the thin garment was down around his ankles, Jack automatically kicked them free, at last standing completely naked, his reviving cock now at half-mast. Without a word Sylvia moved into his arms so that finally Jack was able to feel the full, sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his own trembling flesh. He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long moment their tongues met, darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths, and then she was slipping down, her soft flesh sliding lingeringly over his until she was on her knees before him. Reaching forward, Sylvia took his cock in her hands and placed it gently in the valley between her large taut breasts, then, sensuously, provocatively, the experienced woman pressed the soft white mounds together, trapping his penis between their seductive warmth, and began voluptuously working their tender beauty back and forth over his ever growing penis.

From a few feet away Angela watched, fascinated by the smooth competent manner with which Sylvia managed her difficult husband. The younger girl was teaming, all right, and vowed that from now on she would use the beauty of her own body to better advantage.

"I think we can start over again," Sylvia said. And sure enough, Jack was acutely aware of the huge throbbing member that disappeared between his sultry neighbor's high-mounded breasts. Never had it felt so big – never had he been so aware of its hardness. Wondering what this incredible brunette would do next, the young husband was totally unprepared for her next words.

"Okay, big boy," she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free of her imprisoning flesh, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Angela, she ordered, "Go fuck your wife." For a moment neither Jack nor Angela moved, but their eyes met, shock registering on each of their faces at these totally unexpected words. Then suddenly the raging need in the young blonde's unfulfilled pussy overflowed to sweep over her entire body in a wave of red-hot lust.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, "Take me, please take me." And with that she lay down on the rug, her legs lewdly parted and her graceful arms held upward invitingly. Jack stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had ever managed to turn out like this. Looking down in amazement at his shamelessly aroused wife, ready to fuck him in front of another person, he began to realize that he definitely didn't know her. There was a lot more to her than the timid faithful young woman he had imagined her to be, but one thing was sure: she was ready to fuck and so was he!

Quickly Jack positioned himself between his wife's long widespread legs, holding his erect penis in his hands as if it were something he was going to beat her with.

"Oh, lover, fuck me," Angela pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding down into the carpet. Needing no further encouragement, Jack fell forward on that soft needing body, worming his cock up against her readily pulsing slit until the blood-swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. From the very first thrust, the eager husband knew he had a tiger on his hands, a mewling, straining, clawing she-wolf who made anyone he had ever known look like a frigid old maid.

After only a few second's frantic action Jack was beginning to wonder if he would be able to handle his wife's long surpressed needs all by himself. Damn, she was a really hot little ball of sex today, he thought. Hadn't she even been fucking a dog when he came into the room?

That's when the idea hit him, at first making his head spin as the obscene thought rocketed through his thoroughly aroused mind like a thunderbolt. The very depravity of the plan he was forming caused the young man to stop short in his fucking, stunned by his own audacity. Could he do it? His wife, twisting passionately below immediately noticed that he was no longer ruthlessly plunging his cock up into her burning depths, and asked pleadingly, "What's the matter, Jack? For God's sake, don't stop now."

"Don't you worry, baby," he answered hoarsely. "You're gonna get all the fucking you can handle, but first I want you to wrap your arms and legs around me." Angela obeyed without hesitation, and then gasped in surprise as Jack quickly rolled them both over, until she was sitting on top, straddling his loins with his hotly throbbing penis impaling her cunt. Never having made love in this position before, the pleasantly surprised young wife began lifting her buttocks up in the air and then sliding down on her husband's lust-rigid rod of flesh, delighted at the new sensations she could work into her fiery cunt. Then she felt Jack's strong hands pulling her shoulders down while his loins pushed her own hips high up in the air.

"Sylvia!" the young husband called, "Get Hans over here!" The dark-haired widow hesitated a moment, but then the first faint glimmer of understanding came over her face, changing to a lewd smile as she realized what Jack had in mind.

"W-What's happening?" Angela asked in surprise.

"We're gonna have a little company," Jack answered. "Hans is joining us." Still the confused young woman did not understand, but a second later she felt a familiar cold nose sniffing at her buttocks as Sylvia led the nervous animal up to her obscenely raised ass-cheeks. From the way the animal's nose was digging urgently up between her thighs, the young wife knew he meant to fuck her, but everything was filled back there except…

"Oh God, no! You're not going to let him fuck me in the ass! He's too big, Jack, no, he'll rip me wide open."

"Now take it easy, honey," her panting husband soothed. "Remember, your cunt was virgin once too. You'll get used to it." The suddenly terrified blonde struggled to get up but her husband's tight embrace held her fast, and then Hans' hairy forelegs settled once again around her quaking waist, pinning her from behind.

"Oh, please, please. Jack… Hans… don't hurt me," the young wife pleaded. But it was far too late. No one in the room would have had the courage to pull Hans away now. He'd already been cheated of this luscious morsel once and now she lay helpless beneath him. The big dog moved in closer, shuffling forward on his hind legs while his bright pink tongue lolled excitedly from his mouth. Already the watching Sylvia could see his huge scarlet cock sliding wetly from under his belly, ready to thrust up between the buttocks of the young wife pinioned defenselessly below.

Angela felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks, then slip into the wide-stretched crevice between her ass-cheeks, finally catching for a second at her tight little rubbery anus.

Sensing that pointed presence jabbing threateningly at her vulnerable anal opening, the shaking young blonde tensed, knowing there were never any gentle moves from Hans. And sure enough, as soon as the big German shepherd sensed an available cavity before him, his powerful loins jerked forward, worming the tip of his monstrous cock just up inside the tight little nether ring. Immediately the excited animal began his usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding into the cringing white buttocks ahead.

Wham, wham, wham, the huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust driving it another inch into the young wife's hot rubbery depths. She held stock still for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain, almost paralyzed by the terrible agony that tore into her skewered belly.

"Aaaaaagggghh," she screamed, "he's killing me! Jack help, get him out of me! Make him stop!" Her husband's only answer was a mighty thrust of his own swollen penis up into her momentarily forgotten pussy from below, sending incredible waves of sensation flooding through her sandwiched loins. For a moment this new stimulation made Angela forget the alien presence tearing apart her tender rectum, and the desperate young woman decided to let the one fight the other. She found that by screwing her cunt as far down as possible on her husband's penis, she could almost cancel out the pain in her rectum. And in another few seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Hans' cock too as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the big dog easier access to her rectal depths.

After a few experiments, the increasingly happy young woman found that the two huge cocks pounding up into her innermost depths were now fucking into her in lewd synchronization and she pressed back to meet their rhythmic forward rush, feeling as if some great molten ball of fire was regularly filling her belly, only to wane and then fill her once again.

"Oh, lovers… beautiful cocks… pound into me… fill me, fill me," the suddenly raving young blonde moaned out.

And standing a few feet away the still naked Sylvia felt her temperature rapidly rising as she stared at the obscene scene so near. Slowly her fingers groped down her body to slide over her pussy hair before finally digging up into her hot cunt below. For a moment the excited brunette was tempted to end it that way, to bring herself to orgasm with her own fingers, but somehow that didn't seem enough, confronted with the riving image of the three bodies locked tightly together on the carpet. Impulsively Sylvia dropped to her knees right beside Jack's head and then crawled close, lifting one knee and placing it on the other side of him so that her steaming loins were poised right over his face and her back was to Angela.

At first Jack didn't know what was happening, only realized that somehow the light had been blotted out by some great hovering shadow, and then slowly he became aware of the moistly steaming cunt poised so near, its narrow ribbon-like cuntal lips gaping open hungrily showing the slippery pink flesh within. For a while he just stared, but then he heard Sylvia's voice. "Come on, big boy, eat it. Eat it like an oyster." Knowing now what was expected him, Jack saw the lewd feast slowly lowering itself to him and met it with his lips, opening them to suck in the tender cuntal flesh while his eager tongue shot out to bury itself wetly up into Sylvia's openly flowering vagina, causing such a bolt of sensual bliss to shoot through Sylvia's gently flexed loins that her head shot back and then began to twist wildly from side to side, the thick dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face. Angela suddenly found herself confronted with her neighbor's whitely rounded ass-cheeks, looming right under her face, and after a little confusion lowered her head to try and lick at Sylvia's tiny puckered anus, showing so clearly in the wide-split crack of her buttocks, but it was almost impossible because her whole body was pitched forward every time Hans and Jack rammed into her from behind and below. Strange masochistic pleasures seeped into the pinioned young woman's whirling mind as she was buffeted like a rag doll between her three panting companions, a mere object for their collective lust.

Lying on the bottom of it all, Jack delighted in the gift of Sylvia's tender, sweet-smelling cunt, an unbelievable addition to the feel of his wife's pounding body over him and the weird sensation of his own pet dog's cock moving against his own deep within her loins, only a thin membrane separating the two rampaging male organs.

The four bachanalian celebrants were unaware of how much time they spent locked together in their obscene tableau, filling the room with desperate gasps and the lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-filled orifices. And at the center of it all was the lovely, previously innocent Angela. Never before in her whole life had the blonde wife been so filled. Her whole nether region was stuffed with cock, her face buried against Sylvia's ripe buttocks. How would it all end? she wondered. How would it feel when those massive threatening penises began to spew their hot loads up into her totally receptive body? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a choked moan ahead as Sylvia began to climax, driven to a wild frenzy by Jack's furiously lapping tongue, her hot pussy juices gushing down over the groaning man's upraised face. Angela could feel the older woman's buttocks jerking and trembling against her cheek, spasming in primordial release, and then Sylvia was gone, collapsing forward onto the rug in a moaning heap.

Filled with a strange vigor from her dark-haired friend's powerful orgasm, the wildly aroused young wife crashed back against the two cocks behind, her lascivious wigglings finally pushing Hans over the edge so that all at once the big dog began emptying his animal sperm far up into the hot clutching depths of her quivering belly. The hard hot jets seemed to touch off some delicate trigger inside the already half-maddened blonde wife.

"Oh God, fill me, lovers," she cried out. "Fill me with your wonderful cum." Angela jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times, wantonly drawing the milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal muscles, finally making it give up in weary exhaustion, all the life drained from it. As the German shepherd's shrinking scarlet member flopped uselessly from the tight little pucker of her anus, the young blonde now found herself alone with her husband, his the only lust-engorged penis still invading her wildly aroused body. Knowing that her own orgasm was only seconds away, the sex-crazed wife began to raise her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all of her husband's thickly gleaming penis slid out of her streaming pussy before she crashed heavily back down again, as if to drive the huge pleasure-giving shaft all the way through her body.

"I-I'm cumming, Jack… cumming… cummm… Aaaaahhhhh…"

The tired young husband smiled up as his beautiful blonde wife sobbed out her passion above. "I've been saving something for you," he said with tender glee, and then his own sperm shot up from the sanctuary of his balls to race the length of his pistoning cock before finally mingling far up inside his wife's churning vagina with her own gushing cuntal secretions. For endless moments the young married couple strained together in final bliss, joined by the hot life-giving cum that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. When it was over, and they lay still at last, their arms remained locked around one another in loving embrace as they were finally joined together in mutually shared bliss. They might have stayed that way longer if they had not been aroused by a wry chuckle.

"Never figured myself for a matchmaker," Sylvia said. "But what the hell, I couldn't have my only neighbors at each other's throats. Don't you think it's better to have… good community relations?" and she laughed again, moving a little nearer to the now smiling couple. Warmly they opened their arms to her, but before she slipped into the loving embrace, the beautiful brunette looked back over her shoulder.

"Hans! Come and join us, boy. I think we've just started a new commune." And the big German shepherd came bounding over with a happy yelp of joy.

Content

Carlotta Graham
The lap dog

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN