The Dog Lovers

First things first. I did not right or have anything to do with the following story. I recently found a large quantity of some very high quality and original writings. proper credit is hereby given to the actual author of this and more stories that will follow.

The Dog Lovers by Author Unknown

Chapter 1

The big German shepherd panted, as if grinning, up at the tall,

curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in

excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled,

revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him,

then directed her attention to the attractive brunette standing in the

apartment doorway.

"Has he been a good dog today, Peggy?" Carol Dorsett questioned the

older girl with the dark brown eyes who wore her hair in a brief and

flattering bouffant, giving her a kind of mysterious thirtyish look.

"Sultan's always a good dog, aren't you, baby," the shapely wife of the

building manager complimented, adding her own caressing hand to the

powerful animal's muscular flanks. "How did it go today, Carol? Any

luck?"

"Nothing," the young green-eyed divorcee sighed. "I must've filled out

a dozen applications, and just about walked my legs off. God, I never

realized it was going to be so difficult finding a job or I wouldn't

have left San Francisco. At least, I know my way around there ... but

this Hollywood ... brother!"

"Mustn't get discouraged, honey. Something will turn up," Peggy White

assured her.

"I hope it's soon," Carol said, trying not to show her acute dejection.

"Six straight days of listening to "sorry's" doesn't do much for a

girl's morale. Anyway, thanks again for looking after Sultan for me,

Peg. D-Do you suppose that Monday ?"

"Of course, hon. Just drop him off with me when you leave," the other

replied through her attractive smile.

The ash-blonde beauty nodded her appreciation wondering in what little

way she could manage to repay the super's wife. Money was so tight for

her ... "Well, come on, darling," she addressed Sultan. "Carol's got to

bathe some of the ache out of her tired bones. Thanks again, Peg."

"Anytime, honey," Peggy White replied, slowly closing her door as Carol

and her grinning, tail-wagging dog moved along to the next one where

the weary divorcee paused to fumble in her purse for the key.

Inside, Carol immediately kicked off her low-heeled shoes. Leaning back

against the wall, she took turns massaging the toes and instep of first

one aching foot, and then the other, while Sultan watched with

interest. "Oh, baby, you don't know how heavenly that feels," she

breathed down at her loving and constant companion. "If only you could,

I know you'd do it for me, wouldn't you, darling?"

The big, sleek-coated animal whined his answer up to her, his rounded

brown eyes glowing with affection. The pleasing sound of her voice

relayed her feelings to him. She was his whole world and he could not

understand why she left him with the other female person. She was nice

enough to him, but never could she take the place of his warm-eyed

mistress.

The shapely divorcee smiled fondly down at her faithful companion,

suddenly realizing, as she had a million times over the past lonely

year, how empty her life would be without him. Even living with her

parents from the moment Jonny had left her, up until their divorce

became final some ten days before, she had spent more time with Sultan

then she had with her own mother and father. But her folks had seemed

to understand, or at least thought they did, tying her emotions toward

the animal to her lost singer-husband and the heartbreak of her broken

marriage. They had been wrong, but Carol had seen no reason to

enlighten them. Her feeling for her ex-husband had been long dead, ever

since the second year of their marriage when she had found out he was

running around while she slaved in a department store and he chased

career dreams. By the end of the third year what little feeling

remained inside her for him was breathing its last. She had refused to

be the sole support between them and had quit her job. A week later,

Jonny Gains landed his first worthwhile contract in a cheap Las Vegas

nightclub and began paying the bills ... plus flaunting in her face his

open escapades with other women. Now that she could objectively think

back on it, Carol felt certain that he'd brought home the little German

shepherd puppy "to keep her company" as more of an insult than

anything. Hadn't his favorite term for her been "bitch?"

Well, it was all over and done with now, and the likes of Jonny Gains,

up and coming performer, could never know the joy, love, and

companionship that little puppy had grown up to bring her. Of the few

possessions they had jointly owned when after four years she had

decided to bury the corpse of their marriage, Carol had asked for only

one, Sultan, and had gotten him ... plus a meager alimony which was

always late, when it came at all. If only she were skilled at something

to get a good job, but she wasn't, not even simple office work ... and

that she could thank Jonny for, too. Against her parents' wishes, after

high school she had foregone college to run off with her bright lights-

dazzled lover to the gambling city where they'd nearly starved before

she had found waitress work in a casino, then lost the job because she

was underage.

Eighteen years old she'd been, and living like a wife in a grubby

trailer for six months before she'd landed the clerking position in the

department store! God, what had she ever been thinking of? Three years

of that before she had finally shanghied him into one of the local

wedding chapels, childishly believing that a piece of legal paper was

going to change everything for them. She hadn't even had a decent ring.

Seven years of her life wasted ... twenty-five and divorced ... thank

God there'd been no babies ...!

Sultan's whimpers brought Carol back to the present. He'd gotten his

nearly chewed-up rubber ball and brought it for her to play with him.

Smiling warmly, she took it and tossed it into the air for him to catch

and fetch.

"Oh you doll ... one more time and that's all for now," Carol said,

repeating the act, then walking to flick on the noisy and inadequate

air conditioner. Like everything else in the borderline-shabby, one-

bedroom apartment ... in fact, the whole building, yes, the

neighborhood, too ... it had pretty near outlived its usefulness. It

rattled and groaned back at her, as if promising nothing but an

exhausted attempt. Carol sighed and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Survival in the close, Southern California summer heat meant wearing

next to nothing whenever possible, she had learned in one short week of

local residence.

Of course, she hadn't been forced to leave her parents' humble home in

San Francisco. They had begged her to stay, find work there and make a

new life among the old friends and schoolmates she'd grown up with. The

darlings, bless them ... what they hadn't realized was that there were

no old friends nor schoolmates whom she wanted any part of, and vice

versa, she'd quickly came to know. Carol Dorsett was the famous Jonny

Gains's ex-wife, the piece he had shed once success struck, the wild

girl who had run away with him without benefit of marriage and

everything she deserved. No, there was no life for her there in her old

neighborhood ... but she was twenty-five and there had to be one

someplace for her!

She might have gone a thousand miles or two even, had she had the

money. Los Angeles seemed as likely as any city under the limited

circumstances, and she wasn't yet sorry that she'd chosen it, though

her job-hunting discouragement and the immediate stifling surroundings

of her seedy three rooms and bath weren't helping to reinforce her

decision ...

The sound of the apartment buzzer startled Carol. Sultan's ears stood

erect, a little growl sounding in his throat as his mistress quickly

rebuttoned her blouse and approached the door. Peggy White's husband

Ed, the apartment manager stood filling the doorway with his big,

broad-shouldered frame when she opened the door inward.

"Hi!" he grunted, his puffy red face caught in an alcohol smile.

"Wondered how your air conditioner was working. It gave me some trouble

for awhile before you moved in."

Carol felt the tightness catching at her throat at just the sight of

him. There was something about the almost leering expression in his

lead-gray eyes, and the twisted smiles he had shown her the short time

she'd lived in the building that gave her a clammy feeling. From the

beginning, she had tried to avoid contact with him, wondering in the

back of her mind how such a sweet person as Peggy could stand him. He

had to be twenty years older than she ... his hair was snow-white!

Sultan growled at him.

"Whatsa matter, mutt? Don't you know me?"

"Back, Sultan!" Carol commanded, catching hold of the animal's collar.

"I-It's fine ... working fine, Mr. White. Thanks, though ..."

"Just wondered," he repeated, and Carol saw his liquor-glazed eyes drop

almost lecherously to the deep cleft between her full breasts which her

still partially open blouse revealed. Reflexively, she drew the silky

white material together, an inner feeling of thankfulness for Sultan's

massive protection steadying her.

"Y-Yes, it's fine, thank you," she said, half-closing the door.

He stepped back then and nodded, but the lurid smile she thought she

read was still there. "Just let me know if you need me ... or anything

... I'm right next door, you know," he said, then licked at his lips.

"Anything ... anytime ..."

Carol closed the door and shot the bolt to lock it, a cold chill

shuddering upward along her spine. God, he'd been drunk, too! But ...

but, she hadn't really seen him any other way since she'd been there

... those lewd, raking eyes ... and that goatish grin ...! How could

Peggy stand him? Didn't she know ?

Sultan whimpered, looking up at her and she let go of his collar.

"Thank goodness for you, darling!" the curvaceous blonde girl

whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches to take his big

head between her slender white hands. "You wouldn't let anyone hurt

your Carol, would you, baby? My sweet, sweet angel!" She kissed him on

his wet nose as he instantly licked out his long pink tongue to lave

warmly over her lips in retaliation. "You handsome fellow! What girl

could ask for more ... that's what I want to know?"

The powerful animal whined as he tried to nuzzle closer to her and she

hugged him tightly. "Ooooohhhhhhh ... my baby ... baby sweet! I love

you!" she whispered, kissing him between the eyes before straightening

up. "Now ... now that whatever Mr. White's frightening visit meant has

passed, I'm going to take that bath, Sultan baby! But before I do, I'm

going to mix myself a little gin and tonic. If a girl ever needed a

bracer, I think yours truly does. Come on. You can have some Coke and

we'll take them into the bathroom."

Sultan trotted along beside her, brushing against her warm thigh

whenever he could, letting her know his excitement with little whimpers

when she poured the nose-tickling dark liquid into his bowl.

"I never saw a dog who drinks Coke like you do, baby. No, not here ...

in the bathroom. Come on," Carol said, leading the way and sipping at

her gin and tonic, her mind still a long way from being empty of Ed

White. Yes, as soon as she possibly could, she'd find another place,

and hopefully one in a more desirable area. Maybe the struggling movie

stars of the thirties and forties thought Westland was the "in" section

of Hollywood, but she'd bet her life they wouldn't believe it if they

saw it today. The paint-peeled stucco buildings and boarded up store-

fronts, to say nothing of the shady-fenced characters, the hippies and

obvious prostitutes of all ages moving along its streets would

painfully expose to them its degeneration. And it was sad ... but God

knew, there was no room for anymore sadness inside her. It was time for

something uplifting ...!

Sultan watched her suddenly laughing down at him. He raised his head

from the bowl of dark liquid that he liked so much and sneezed. He

watched her smooth, soft curves ripple and sway as she undressed for

her bath and laughed warmly at him, the long hair of her head a little

lighter than that between her pretty legs. He danced around her, and

longed to do something that would make her know how much he loved her.

Carol watched her darling all the time she drew water to fill the tub.

Was there ever an animal, or a human, more lovingly devoted than Sultan

was? God, what would she do without him? Coming home today, she'd felt

miserable. Only the thought of her handsome Sultan had lifted her

spirits. Then, seeing him excitedly waiting for her beside Peg! And the

way he had instinctively caused Ed White to back off! He'd been

protecting her ... of course, he had! The beautiful cavalier! She loved

him so much! He was really her whole life ...!

The soothing luke-warm water, frothy with bubble bath, slowly drained

the miseries, both physical and mental, from Carol's nakedly submerged

young body. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, rounded

breasts, sensing her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the water as

if aggressively provoked, such moments of arousal seldom known to her

since the remote days of Jonny. Remote but not forgotten, she thought,

stopping the self-sensuous act, but not before a series of rippling

delights stabbed through her sensitive loins and rapidly incited belly.

It was ridiculous ... absolutely ridiculous that she should feel this

way! She'd been able to control her sense of physical need for a year,

and she could continue ... couldn't she? Of course, she could, Carol

told herself, climbing out of the tub! When the time came, if it ever

did again, then she would give herself without shame to the man she

loved. She had loved Jonny for so long ... loved his body ... the way

he had made love to her, and she to him ... his long thick blood-

hardened penis rushing wildly up into her welcoming vagina ... but

always selfishly ... thrust into her mouth with whimpering pleads ...

his boyish tongue licking feverishly up between her legs ... the moment

when he finally exploded his white-hot cum inside her ...!

God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!

Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as

she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of

smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small

room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her,

its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated

him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins

as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long

mirror on the door,

For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the

harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism

fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and

had always been excited by it ... her full, pink-nippled breasts and

slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded

thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of

her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his

passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left

across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping

the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped

her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the

soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse

blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and

fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over

her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She

couldn't even remember ... but evidently too long ago, the way she was

suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but

...!

Carol dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed, letting her own

trembling hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in

the mirror. Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers

inward toward the base of her incited belly to the sensitive mound of

hair-sprinkled flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender

fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit's

momentary exposure captivating her. OOohhhh ... she had to, was all ...

simply had to, she was that fired-up!

Sultan whimpered, demanding the long-haired girl's attention, and

almost shamefully she stopped her lewd caresses.

"Oh darling, you'll have to forgive your Carol, but ... but there are

things even she can't do without forever!"

The big dog wagged his tail and animalishly licked at his jaws, then at

her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his

head. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as his big

brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her body, almost lustfully ogling

her soft white nakedness. An impulse of exhibitionism added to her

stimulation as she stood there for a long moment posing tauntingly

before his gleaming animal eyes. "You ... you can even watch me do it

if you want to, darling!" she hotly whispered, that lurid thought

feeding more fuel to the wave of self-infused passion washing through

her. "Come on!" she hissed, quickly leading the way toward the bedroom.

"You can sit right by the bed and watch Carol, darling!"

Sultan followed close beside her, brushing against the warm smoothness

of her thigh as she walked, the exciting scent of her effluent body-

heat filling his nostrils. He paused as she climbed onto the bed, the

soft curves quivering with every movement, and then she was lying on

her back and breathing heavily, hardly looking in his direction now.

The powerful animal watched her long legs spread slowly open on the

bed, her small hand moving down between them to the blonde-fringed

opening to her pussy. He watched her fingers begin to work in a teasing

circular motion, little sighs of pleasure tumbling from her parted

lips, her smooth white buttocks starting to rise from the bed to meet

her rhythmically moving hand ...

And that was when he leaped up to join her!

The German shepherd's unexpected approach took Carol completely by

surprise. Since he was a small pup, she had never allowed him on the

bed, and now as she stared down between her lewdly spread legs and

watched him move forward between them, she could only gape in startled

wonderment! She withdrew her hand from its lascivious self-indulgent

task and raised herself onto her forearms, hardly frightened, but

simply awed by his abrupt act and his rather obscene position between

her yawning thighs.

Something held the sensuously stirred blonde from speaking as she

stared at him, her widened green eyes reflecting her bewilderment,

watching fascinated as his loving brown ones swept over her naked

curves almost as if he had illicit thoughts m mind! And then, he was

moving in even closer up over her, dropping his big head to lick out

with a hot fluid tongue against the smooth flesh of her responsively

twitching belly!

Carol irresistibly gasped at the astonishing contact, swallowing at the

sudden dryness in her throat as his long pink tongue began to lick

moistly over her muscle-tensed belly! He had never done, or even

attempted anything like this before! She was speechless now as again

and again he did it, while she continued to lie there beneath the

desire-inciting length of his wetly heated caresses, his fervent

tonguing making incredible sensations spiral through her torso, only

adding to her lustful exhilaration.

OOooohhh ... this was unbelievable! What was possessing him? But she

wasn't going to stop him! Just how far would he go if she let him ?

Then, his long, damp tongue licked heatedly upward over the quivering

flesh of her waist, working higher and higher until he was actually

lapping the rounded undersides of her sensitive breasts! Tenderly, he

washed up over them toward the tiny straining buds of her nipples!

Carol couldn't hold back the moan escaping her when his searing, moist

flesh grazed wetly over the erogenous, pebble-like buds, first one and

then the other, sending feverish thrills of lewd enticement whipping

through her tremulous flesh!

She knew she should stop him before it went any further! It was

becoming absolutely obscene! And then a sense of disappointment

followed as, abruptly, Sultan stopped of his own accord and began to

back down between her still widespread legs. The temptation to call him

back was short-lived and unnecessary as, suddenly mesmerized, she

watched him poise his massive head between her lewdly opened thighs,

then slowly lower it, his heated animal breath taunting the fringe of

soft blonde curls there!

Carol couldn't believe it when her dog's cool wet nose brushed the

warm, sensorial flesh of her inner thigh ... and finally, the pinkly

pouting lips of her excited pussy! She heard his little whimper as he

sniffed at her heatedly roused loins, his long nose probing at her

susceptible flesh as though he were actually trying to seduce her! She

felt the coolness of it suddenly exploring the smooth crevice between

her milk-white buttocks, then wetly laving the exposed little rosebud

of her tiny puckered anus!

"Oooooh ... Sultan ... you naughty darling!" Carol gasped,

uncontrollably lurching beneath the wicked contact. "Wh-What's come

over you all of a sudden ... ooooohhhhhh!"

His hot tongue suddenly shot out to lick feverishly up and down the

smooth vale surrounding her tight little anal entrance, the tip worming

teasingly up into her clasping nether passage! At that shocking point,

Carol wasn't certain what to do next, whether to order him to stop, or

lustfully goad him on, but that too was a decision she never had to

make! Suddenly, his seething wet tongue began to lick at the narrow

pink slit between her luridly spread thighs! Moans bubbled up in her

throat, little tremors of unbearable desire rippling over her naked

flesh as he lapped fluidly upward through the entire pink-flushed

length of her vulnerable cunt! Ooohhhh, the wild sensations ... and

they were needling inward to stab deep at the nerve centers of her now

intensely fluttering belly!

He didn't stop! His fiery animal-tongue was spreading through the

yielding, swollen lips of her hair-framed pussy with long relentless

sweeps, erotically splaying the tender flesh wide, pausing at last to

lunge in an invading curl far up into the liquid heat of her excitedly

throbbing vagina! She gasped and jerked convulsively, dropping flat

onto her back to writhe in uncontrollable delight under the big dog's

shocking oral lovemaking, mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the

beautiful darling greater access!

Even had she wanted to, the obscenely positioned young blonde knew that

she could never order Sultan to stop, now that the intense thrills of

his long wet pleasure-bringing tongue were penetrating right through

her voluptuously hungering body. She heard her own desperate moans

increase, while her desire glazed mind began to slip into a delicious

oblivion of velvet sensuality. Unceasingly, the loving animal-tongue

bated her offered loins, from the mug little opening of her lewdly

working anus, upward through the hot wet crevice of her cunt. At the

peak, he hesitated maddeningly, his knowledge baffling her when

suddenly he penetrated to flick wetly at the quivering bud of her

rigidly erect clitoris, fanning her ever mounting desire as she

whimpered in carnal delight!

On and on it went, time seeming to lose its meaning for Carol, nothing

mattering but the heavenly searing tongue licking relentlessly through

and over her passion-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and

writhing her entire naked body in frantic pleading beneath it!

"Aaaaaauuuhhhhhhhhh ...!" she choked as he flicked his tormenting

tongue in a feverish, spearing curl far up beyond the clutching, long-

unused mouth of her burning vagina! "Ooohhh ... yes ... my lover! Do it

for me! Make Carol cum, Sultan darling! She needs to so badly! Lick it,

darling! Lick Carol's hot little pussy ...!"

With an animalistic groan of her own, Carol drew her knees back flat to

her palpitating breasts, and reaching down between them to grasp his

head she pulled his long nose in tight against her wetly yearning

vagina! His loving tongue flicked far up the fire-filled channel like a

burrowing mole, his own whimpers blending with hers as he fiercely

lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her widespread

thighs and buttocks.

"Oh God ... yes, baby ... lick it! Lick your Carol's needing cunt!" she

hissed out again, raising her blonde head as best she could to look

down between her obscenely drawn up legs to watch whatever she could of

the bestial ravishing of her loins. Oh God ...! Her wide-split cunt was

flushed to near redness, its shimmering inner-flesh was the most lust-

intoxicating sight she had ever seen! Her blood-filled pussy lips were

spread like a omniverous mouth, with her handsome darling's long furry

snout shoved as far as it would go, right up into the hungering passage

of her seething vagina! She could actually feel his jaws working when

he opened them, stretching the elasticized entrance of her cunt to

thrust his tongue deep into her fire-filled belly! He seemed to be

furiously reaching new depths inside her with every lurid lunge!

Insanely, she began to pull at his head while she obscenely thrust her

greedy loins up at him, trying to force his long nose like a thick

furry cock up into her hotly throbbing cunt!

What might have been a pained whimper came from the depths of Sultan's

throat, but Carol never heard it! Instead, she felt the exotic

sensation of his coiling tongue smooth against, then worm its way

lewdly into the small, clam-like mouth of her vagina, spine-shattering

sensations of lust overwhelming her helpless flesh!

She was going to cum! Oooohhhh ... he had done it for her ... the

beautiful darling ... with his cold wet nose shoved hard against her

wide-stretched cuntal passage and his tongue spiraling like the licking

flame of a candle at her tender cervix!

In nothing short of delirium, Carol clutched at his big animal-head,

burying his phallus-like nose another fraction of an inch deeper up

into the tight-clutching opening of her orgastically throbbing cunt,

holding savagely to his pointed ears as she lustfully fucked her loins

up onto his animal-face and felt the never-ceasing ecstasy of his

searing tongue caressing and stabbing into her super-sensitive cervix!

"Oooohhhhh loverrrrrr ... I -- I -- I'm cummmmmmiinnggggggg ...!" she

wailed, jerking at his head and fucking his snout in selfish ecstasy,

nothing mattering but the overwhelming enchantment bursting like a huge

hot bubble of erotic bliss to flood down through her long-denied body

and permeate her with exhausting sensations of sensually drained

fulfillment ...!

Chapter 2

Carol dressed in a somewhat numbed state, slipping on a white skirt and

pullover, still refusing to believe that it had happened the way it

had! She brushed her long ash-blonde tresses more than usual, studying

her own face in the vanity mirror as if trying to detect some hidden

demon. Sultan had trotted off after his obscene seduction, then

returned to sit beside her as devotedly as ever. She petted him, but

didn't speak. God, how could she? The precious darling ... and he'd

been so beautiful ...! But never before had he even done the ordinary

animal things, such as curiously sniffing up between her thighs, or

climbing onto her leg in the usual ruttish fashion.

Why now? Why had this happened? Carol had been asking herself that

question ever since their forbidden performance ended and her wits had

slowly returned. And above everything, she didn't like the answer her

still unsteady mind kept coming up with. There had never been anything

like this, not even an approach, before ... before she'd started

leaving the dog with Peggy! God, was it possible? She just couldn't

believe it ... but where else had he suddenly gotten such a lustful

education?

The young divorcee found herself mentally picturing the attractive

Peggy White in her mind, but she was visualizing her as never before.

Instead, she was inwardly calculating the older brunette's

curvaceousness, her sultry face, the shape of her voluptuously up-

thrust breasts and full rounded hips ... Lord! What in God's name had

suddenly come over her, anyway ... to be thinking along these lines?

She pushed back her vanity stool and jerked upright to her feet. She

needed air, or something to clear her head!

"Come on, Sully ... l think we could both use a good walk in this

sunshine," Carol said, leading the way to the kitchen where she kept

his leash. "I thought I was tired ... but I guess I wasn't tired

enough," she added in a soft tone to herself, though she couldn't deny

the overwhelming feeling of release her formerly tense young body was

enjoying. And in truth, she wasn't really ashamed for having let him

lick her pussy, not really, as she might have been had a man done it,

but admittedly she would have been at least red-faced had she and

Sultan been discovered in the middle of their obscene little escapade .

Carol tried to shake from her mind the lewd image of Peggy White

"training" her dog, but she couldn't do it. On the street with Sultan

walking valiantly beside her, her brain continued to form lurid mental

scenes of the pretty brunette nakedly seducing her handsome pet ...

showing and teaching him how to ... Oh God! Those lewd imaginings were

sensuously stirring her even as her anger mounted. Of course, she could

never prove such a thing, nor would she even hint at it to the super's

wife, but her mind was made up. Sultan had stayed his last day in the

White's apartment. She hardly knew what she was going to do with him

while she job-hunted, but she had the weekend to decide on something.

Unafraid with the massive German shepherd at her side, and hardly aware

of the ogling and shifty pairs of eyes, the suggestive whistles, or

under-the-breath propositions directed at her from passing and

loitering characters, the appealing young blonde girl made her way

toward the open park, which was the last remaining thing of beauty to

her in the Westland area. At least once a day she had tried to walk

Sultan there, but unfortunately she didn't dare let him off the leash

to romp a little; it just wasn't safe around there for a girl without

obvious protection. Anyway, when she could, she allowed the dog a

couple of hours of freedom in the walled backyard of the apartment

building where he could get some measure of exercise.

For a while, Carol strolled along the cinder paths, waiting while

Sultan sniffed and examined certain poles, bushes, and trees, until

finally they found an empty bench in the shade and she sat down. Sultan

saw them first, the other harnessed German shepherd immediately drawing

his attention. The dark glasses and type of leash made Carol aware of

the young man's blindness. They moved along the cinder path toward

where she sat with Sultan on the ground beside her, the skilled seeing-

eye dog carefully guiding its master.

He was a handsome man, Carol thought as they drew closer -- tall, with

broad shoulders and proud bearings. His hair was dark and waved,

carefully groomed, and his neat, casual dress stylishly simple. She

guessed him to be somewhere in his early thirties and found herself

wondering how he had lost his sight ... or had he been born that way?

Sultan whimpered as the other German shepherd drew closer, while

totally ignoring his existence. Carol saw then that the dedicated

animal was female and demanded Sultan behave himself ...

"What is it, Queenie? Is our bench gone?" Carol heard the young man

question when his animal-guide seemed reluctant to let him move toward

the seat.

Carol spoke, then, "I think it's because we're here ... my dog and I,"

she said, hardly knowing how to put it.

"Oh ... I'm sorry," he said, turning toward her voice and smiling.

"Usually it's empty this time of day. Excuse us ..."

"There's plenty of room," Carol quickly replied, "if you'd care to join

us?"

"Thanks ... we will," he accepted, still smiling. With the limited hand

movements of a man adjusted to his affliction, he confidently seated

himself, his dog waiting and watching before lying down at his feet. "I

couldn't understand it at first, Queenie's not wanting to lead me over

here," he said. "But when you mentioned your dog I knew. They're

trained to avoid other animals."

"I see," Carol said. "Y-Your Queenie, she's a beautiful dog."

"Yes ... my eyes, companion, and protection," he said, with a certain

bitterness accenting the last word. "Afraid I'd be lost without her."

"I believe I understand what you mean," Carol replied. "I know I'd be

lost without Sultan ."

"Sultan ... that's an impressive name. What breed is he?"

"German shepherd, like Queenie ... and about the same age, I'd say.

He's three."

"Well, you're a pretty fair judge of dogs, Miss ?"

"Dorsett ... Carol Dorsett."

"Mark Cannon," he replied. "As I was saying, you seem to know dogs,

Miss Dorsett. Queenie's almost three, but I've had her for only a year.

They have to be fairly mature before they start training them, and that

takes quite a while, as well as teaching the person they're going to be

seeing for," he smiled. "Do you live in this area?"

"A couple of blocks from here. We have a small apartment on Fellows

Street," she answered with a little smile of her own, the young man's

warmth and good looks giving her a pleasant uplift. She wondered if he

was married.

"Really? I live on Fellows too, number 1322," he said. "What's your

address?"

"1315. We've only been here a week."

"Well, we're neighbors! I'm almost directly across the way from you!"

Mark Cannon informed, inwardly weighing what might be a stroke of luck.

Beyond that, she had a very pleasing voice, young and gentle, not the

hard, expected type that inhabited this grubby area. Down on her luck,

maybe ... or perhaps, just a smoother operating whore. Whatever she was

made little difference for his purposes ... if she was cooperative ...

and if he could trust her. That could take time to determine ... maybe

too much time ... Christ, if he could only see her ...!

"It's not a very nice neighborhood, is it, Mr. Cannon," Carol said.

He grinned. "Not exactly the place where I'd let my wife walk the

streets unescorted ... if I had one. You said you've only been here a

week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?"

"Both. I'm from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight unseen from

a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland section could be like

this," Carol replied, simultaneously clocking in her mind the fact that

he was not married. "It fit my budget ... but as soon as I'm lucky

enough to find a job, I intend to move. Like you said, I wouldn't dare

walk these streets without Sultan beside me."

Hearing his name mentioned, the big animal looked up toward his

mistress, then back to the female of his own kind who was completely

ignoring him. If only he dared move closer and explore the smell of

her, but instinctively he knew that for some reason this would not he

right. There was something different about her which he could not

understand, and again he whined in perplexity.

"Shhh, Sultan," Carol ordered, well aware of his interest and the

natural reasons behind it. "I'm afraid you'll have to resign yourself

to being snubbed. The young lady isn't interested in your attentions

..."

"Does he want to get acquainted?" Mark asked. "It's perfectly okay,

except Queenie won't respond unless I tell her she can. Up, Queenie!

Come here, Sultan! Come on, boy! Come over here and meet my friend.

That's a boy ..." he said, Carol watching as he took both animals'

heads and brought their noses together, Queenie immediately wagging her

tail in reception.

Fascinated, the young divorcee watched Mark Cannon's strong, gentle

hands manipulate the two massive dogs with obvious, inbred ability,

until the usual animal-type exploration of intimate parts began and

Carol sensed a tiny twinge of ridiculous jealousy ripple through her.

"Well ... I think we better be getting back home, Sultan," she said,

rising to her feet and drawing him to her side by the leash. "It's been

very nice talking to you, Mr. Cannon. I've really enjoyed it ..."

"Oh ... are you leaving so soon?" he asked, looking directly up at her.

"Y-Yes, I think we better. It's nearly four and I have some things to

do ..."

"It's not very often that I find anyone besides Queenie to talk to," he

said with a smile, "and she doesn't say too much."

"I -- I know what you mean," Carol replied, a warm feeling of

sympathetic understanding filling her. "But maybe ... maybe we can get

together again soon. Do you come here every day?"

"Usually ... but I will for sure if you say you're going to be here,"

he said, causing the warmth she felt to pleasantly increase. "Better

yet, why don't we get together some evening ... that is, if you'd like

to?"

His proposal took her by surprise. She smiled. "Why ... why yes, I'd

like that very much, Mr. ..."

"Mark," he interrupted. "Less formal. Okay?"

"Okay. And mine's Carol, you know," she said, finding herself more and

more excited by his casual charm.

'"Good!" he exclaimed, getting to his feet, Queenie immediately rising

to attention. "Suppose we walk along with you, Carol, seeing we're

going the same way? You mind?"

"Of course not! I'd love it!" she answered, then, on the spur of the

moment, "And ... and suppose you come over to dinner tomorrow night? It

won't be anything elaborate, but ..."

"Hey! I'd welcome that with open arms!" he said, his face beaming. "And

I'll bring a bottle of wine!"

"Okay! Do you like meatloaf?" she asked. "I'm afraid I can't offer you

much better, but I do make a good one ..."

"Meatloaf! My favorite dish!" he said, and then they both laughed as

they walked side by side along the cinder path, their team of German

shepherds leading them.

They had gone only a little way, both enjoyably reacting to their new

friendship, when Carol saw the other man standing beside a tree a good

distance from the path, but definitely with his attention riveted on

them ... or rather on her! He was drinking from a beer can and though

he was quite a way off, there was no question in her mind but that it

was Ed White! The clammy chill at just the sight of him crept

shudderingly up her back.

"Is something wrong, Carol?" Mark asked when she stopped in the middle

of telling him her apartment number and what time to come.

"N-No ... no, nothing," she stammered, tearing her eyes from the

brutish man whose leer she sensed more than distinguished at that

distance. "I-I was just remembering a certain detail I forgot to take

care of today ... I'm sorry."

"You were telling me what time and your apartment number," he reminded,

his discerning mind detecting the falseness of her answer and wondering

why.

"Oh yes, it's 1-B, and let's make it around seven for cocktails ... you

do like a cocktail, don't you?" she said, straining to re-capture the

warm mood they had shared only moments before.

"I thrive on them!" he laughed and shook his head as if thoroughly

delighted. "You know, Carol, you're taunting me right where it gets me

the most!"

"Oh ? And where's that?"

"In my unbelieving head! Nothing this good has happened to me in three

years ...!"

He hadn't lied to her, Mark thought later, as he moved knowingly around

his own small, seedy apartment, making himself a pitcher of martinis,

some crackers with cheese, then settling down in his easy chair. He

heard Queenie's level breathing beside him and felt the reassuring

closeness of her strong body against his bare foot. He flicked on the

small radio and found his favorite FM station, while his mind raced. If

only he could have gotten one look at her, for Christ's sake! He turned

up the radio to drown out the clattering worthlessness of the air-

conditioner.

She had to be beautiful with a voice like that ... and she was

certainly no hooker. Single, evidently, or maybe divorced like him. He

took off his eye-shades and rubbed at his sightless eyes. Opening them

again, he wondered how dead or vacant they looked. Were they still the

same bluish tint? ... the color Nancy had told him she loved so much

... the bitch.

He sipped at his martini, then popped a whole small cracker with cheese

into his mouth. They'd told him the acid had never noticeably damaged

the actual eyeball, only destroyed the thin lids, which plastic surgery

had restored ... plus his sight, but he had no way of knowing that was

true.

Shit, that was hardly important anymore! In three years, a man learns

to live with a horror, just as he accustoms himself to the loss of his

wife after seven years, the girl he comes to believe is a part of him,

for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, till death ...!

Malarky! Goddamn, what had gotten him off onto this tangent? He didn't

want to think of that shallow bitch ever again! She was gone, on the

other side of the continent, back in her Boston environment where she

belonged, and he was well rid of her. More important things had

suddenly, and so unexpectedly, happened to him!

The sound of Carol Dorsett's almost sensual voice and the delicate

scent of her perfume shouldn't play any part in the picture, Mark knew,

but he couldn't exactly get them out of him mind. Being sightless

didn't destroy a man's desire ... and he'd still bet his life she was a

beauty! All the same, he had a job to do, and he intended to do that

first and foremost! Besides, she was probably only being sympathetic

... lonely too, no doubt. But he'd hate to put up a man with good eyes

as competition and let her make a choice!

To hell with that crap! It was just sheer luck that he'd met her, and

not to take advantage of it would be stupid! She sounded trustworthy

enough, but he'd have to probe that deeper tomorrow night. Either she

had told him the truth, or she was one slick operating chick ... and if

she was that, she damn sure wouldn't be wasting her time down in this

end of town! No, she was for real, all right, and above all, he didn't

want to get her marked! Christ, he couldn't protect her ... couldn't

even protect himself, but his end hardly mattered. Maybe, he better

think about it a little bit ... not be hasty and just get her uselessly

involved ... She sounded like a dream, almost too out of date to be

true! He smiled. Imagine that, he reminded himself, Mark Cannon having

a dinner date after all these years? And with what had to be a very

lovely young girl! Damn, he could hardly believe it! The lingering

sound of her soft warm voice taunted his memory. He drained his glass,

flicking the savory olive inside his mouth. What the hell, he realized,

his stupid cock had begun to stir ...!

* * * * *

Carol made herself a strong gin and tonic, poured a little Coke for

Sultan and eased down into the only decent living room chair. She had

to think things over. So much had happened to her in the last few hours

that each unexpected, overwhelming incident seemed like a milestone in

her too-uneventful life! Her lewd little episode with the handsome

German shepherd beside her hardly seemed as if it had ever happened

now, but she knew it really had ... and only hours before! Again, she

examined her conscience as she sipped at her drink! No! No, she wasn't

sorry ... nor ashamed ... and she wasn't about to tell herself it might

not happen again!

And then there was Mark Cannon! He certainly was a very striking,

desirable man, and seemed untouched by the self-sympathy his affliction

could cause. Instead, he acted alive and young, quite aggressive in

fact, ready to ignore his handicap if she would. Carol hoped she'd

shown him it made absolutely no difference to her, and guessed that she

had done just that by inviting him to dinner. She really wanted him to

come. There was something about him ... appealing in every respect. It

was difficult to think of a man like him never to have been married. He

had to be thirty-two or three. Maybe, he'd tell her ... and she would

tell him her own sorry story ... they would confide in each other ...

Then the memory of Ed White's frightening appearance in the park marred

her pleasant revery, and Carol drank heavily from her glass. Why had he

so suddenly loomed up? She hadn't rid herself yet of the thought that

he must have been following her! There was something terrifying about

that ugly man! She couldn't bring herself to believe that his being in

the park was just coincidental! Yet, in broad daylight, even with

Sultan beside her, he scared her.

God! Carol hardly knew what to think, except that she wanted to keep as

much distance as possible between her and the landlord. How his wife

Peg could ever stand him was beyond her! ... And then she again thought

of her shapely brunette neighbor, and the almost incredible conclusions

she'd come to earlier concerning Peg's lewd exploitation of Sultan.

They seemed outlandish now ... cruel and hasty accusations she'd

readily whipped up to lessen her own immediate guilt. No ... it was

impossible ... not Peggy! She just wasn't that sort of person ... was

she?

Chapter 3

Carol wasn't hungry. She fed Sultan and made herself another drink, her

third ... or was it her fourth? It hardly mattered, she decided, the

liquor's effects causing a warm, buoyant feeling to glow inside her, a

pleasurable diversion she had almost forgotten existed. It had been a

very eventful day, she thought, reviewing individually once more all

the things that had happened, as she sipped her gin and tonic. For a

change, there'd been a few happy things! She smiled down at the big

German shepherd resting at her feet, a stimulated little tingle

rippling in her belly when she remembered the lewd hour they'd spent

together. Then, Mark Cannon came excitedly to mind, adding to those

provocative stirrings ...

Suddenly the door buzzer sounded. For a moment, Carol hesitated as

Sultan's throaty growl gave warning, mental reflections of Ed White

racing through her mind. Again the buzzer sounded, and with a staccato

urgency this time that she couldn't ignore. Carol set down her drink

and answered it with her dog close beside her.

It was Peg White and she was crying, her face flushed and crumbled, one

cheek noticably redder than the other. Clutched against her breast she

held a purse, and a sob choked from her throat as she charged into the

room!

"Close the door and lock it, please, Carol! Hurry, before he knows

where I've gone!" Peggy White gasped in a terrified voice ... locking

the door herself when the blonde girl didn't react quick enough. "If he

finds me, he'll kill me! I-I just know it! I've never seen him so

raving drunk!"

Without asking, Carol knew that the almost hysterical girl was

referring to her husband. "Wh-Where is he now?" she quickly questioned

hoping to God he hadn't seen his wife come in there.

"I-In the apartment, still looking for this, I suppose!" Peggy

whispered in a shaking voice holding up her purse. "I-I keep the rent

money in here for the bank deposit. It's not ours, you know ... we have

no right to use it, but that makes damned little difference to Ed! It's

money ... and that's all he cares! Money to throw around in bars ...

and to buy those slutty teenage bitches ...!"

Trembling, the distraught wife began to cry again and Carol tried to

comfort her, putting an arm around Peg's shoulder and walking her

toward the couch. "Here, dear, you sit down and let me get you

something to steady you. You're safe here ..."

"As ... as long as ... he doesn't know where I am ...!" Peggy sobbed.

"Don't worry. He can't get beyond that door, not with Sultan here!"

Carol assured her. "Now you sit right there while I get you a drink,

Honey. Then, we'll see what to do about this!"

The ugly brute had obviously slapped her, Carol thought, trembling

herself as she poured straight whiskey into a small glass. The red

welts from his big fingers were still embossed on the poor girl's

cheek.

"Here, drink this, hon," Carol said, dropping down beside Peg to gently

place a hand on the shivering brunette's shoulder as she handed her the

glass. "Just sip at it ... would you like some water ?"

"No ... no thanks, Carol. T-This is fine ... and I'm so grateful. I-I

didn't know where to run to. He was like ... like a maniac when he

couldn't find my purse ... but I'd expected this and ... and hid it in

a different place!"

Carol didn't know what to say. She didn't want to be nosy, or get

involved in the Whites' domestic problems, but ... "What're you going

to do, Peggy? Will he get over it ?"

"Oh yes ... by tomorrow probably," the still shuddering wife replied,

sighing raggedly as if to shake the fearful quaking possessing her. "He

always does. He'll be too hungover to carry on by then."

"But what about tonight? You just can't go back there and take a chance

on him beating you?" Carol said. "He's probably furious by now!"

Again Peggy sighed, laying her head back onto the edge of the couch, a

little smile sardonically twisting her pretty mouth. "That ... is

putting it mildly, darling! Ten years of experience with him tells me

that he's in a murderous rage by this time, vowing to tear me limb from

limb!"

"My God! Why do you put up with it, Peg?" Carol gasped in disbelief.

"I'd call the police ... have him arrested ... anything!"

"I know ... l know, honey," Peggy said, lifting her head and drinking

from the glass. "It sounds like the only answer, doesn't it, but it

isn't. Believe me, it isn't! Any woman who has ever had a drunken,

wife-beating man would quickly tell you the same. So, they're arrested,

fined, and released ... and what do you suppose happens to the poor

girl then? That's right, his vengeance is even worse."

"Then, for God's sake, divorce him!" Carol exclaimed, reaching a point

of exasperation.

"Divorce him ? Oh ... I couldn't do that, honey!" Peggy replied,

shaking her head. "You see, he really needs me ... and I love him!"

Carol stared at her, speechless. Well, so much for ridiculousness, she

thought, draining her glass. What more was there to say? The anguished

wife had pathetically said it all in six words which had struck a

familiar chord in the divorced girl's memory ... he needs me ... I love

him! Incredibly enough, Carol thought, I understand just how she feels!

"Here, let me get us another drink," she said, taking Peggy's empty

glass and walking into the little kitchenette. Then, in a low voice

that couldn't be overheard through the thin walls, she said, "You

better stay here with me tonight, Peg. As you say, he'll be over it by

tomorrow, or at least too sick to give you any further nonsense."

"Thanks, Carol, but ... but I don't want to put you to any trouble. If

I can stay just a little while longer, maybe he'll have fallen asleep

..."

"Don't be silly," Carol said, returning to hand her a second bracing

measure of straight bourbon, then lowering herself into the chair

across from her neighbor. "You know it's no trouble. The bed is big

enough for both of us, and I've got an extra toothbrush and nightie.

Besides, I wouldn't sleep all night worrying about you, and here we

both can rest comfortably with Sultan protecting us ..."

Peggy White breathed out heavily once more, her radiant smile showing

itself for the first time since she'd frantically entered the

apartment. She set her purse on the couch beside her and said, "I'm not

going to refuse again, darling. God knows, I'll be safer in here with

you tonight, and especially with Sultan, as you say, to protect us ..."

The big German shepherd heard his name spoken a second time and raised

his head to survey the two females. He studied them both for a long

moment, noting that his mistress' face and eyes had taken on an

unfamiliar laxness, while hers of the midnight hair were quickly

beginning to appear the same. He listened to the soft sounds of their

voices, then changed his position so that he could rest his head on the

floor and watch them. The confusion which had tensed him at first was

no longer in the room, the quiet sounds of their voices beginning to

gently lull him toward sleep ...

How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal

life, Carol wasn't sure, but she quickly found herself more than a

little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl

across from her. She listened intently to Peggy's intimate unburdening,

as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

"I-I have to be loved, Carol ... physically ... sexually loved," Peggy

whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking

about it. "And ... and this is another form of Ed's brutality. Knowing

how much and often I need it ... he denies me ... or at the very least,

makes me beg him ... sometimes on my knees ... and I have to say it the

dirtiest way possible ... like ... please fuck me, darling? Or, please

shove your big cock up my hot cunt ... or, let me suck it until it cums

in my mouth?"

"H-Has he always been this way?" Carol heard her own raspy whisper, the

curvaceous brunette's candid revelations easily rekindling the tingles

in her belly that the young divorcee had been experiencing before her

buzzer had interrupted. She couldn't resist persuing the rousing

subject, and a much more relaxed Peggy White, under the soothing

influence of the bourbon, seemed just as eager to discuss it.

"Oh God, honey, he was wonderful ... for the first eight years of our

marriage! I couldn't have asked for more in bed! He not only has a big

one ... you know, long and thick and hard, but ... but he knows how to

use it to bring out the most in a girl! God ... honest, he makes me cum

like ... like an earthquake! Not just once, but five, six, seven times

...! At least, he did ... before we came here. In San Diego it was

beautiful, Carol. We were so happy together. He had a good job with an

electronics firm ... always came home after work ... and we owned a

nice house ... Then, he met some people from below the border, you

know, Mexico, some dark looking men who came to the house several

times. The next thing I knew, we were selling everything to come here!

I wasn't asked; I was told! Overnight, he was a changed man. That ...

that was two years ago ... and here we are, right up until tonight!"

Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy's uninhibited description of her sex

life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and

loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him

was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with

Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. "The ...

the teenagers you spoke of, Peg ... you mean those young girls who are

all over the neighborhood?"

"I mean those little two-bit bitches, sluts ... cunts is what they are,

honey!" the shapely, dark-haired wife vehemently exclaimed. "They'll do

anything to get enough dough for their pot, or a fix! Only ... only two

days ago, I took Sultan with me shopping. We came home in a taxi

because I had so much to carry. Ed wasn't expecting me, and I found him

on our bed with one of them! She couldn't have been more than sixteen,

both of them naked and going at it sixty-nine, you know, sucking each

other!"

"My God!" Carol gasped, the other's lucid description and four-letter

words spiraling through her in a wave of sensuous heat. "Wh-What did

you do?"

"Ranted and raved, of course, ordering the little tight-titted pig out

of there! But she could hardly have cared less!" Peg said bitterly.

"She was kind of cute in the face ... all over, in fact, with almost

boyish hips, but full, white buttocks ... long, dark, straight hair,

you know, streaming down her back, and the same curly wispy-like hair

on her pussy! Damn, I could hardly blame Ed ... and you know what she

said to me?"

"Wh-What?" Carol asked breathlessly.

" 'Come on, Mama,' she taunted me in a little-girlish voice. 'Get naked

and let me lick your cunt!'"

Carol couldn't speak; her throat was too dry, as if it had suddenly

been swabbed with a ball of cotton. She drained her glass, welcoming

the wet relief. "And ... and what did you say?" she almost blurted.

"Well, for a moment, I just stood there staring at the enticing little

bitch while Ed laughed! 'Come on, babe,' he said, trying to goad me

into it. 'We'll have a real party! If Dottie can eat pussy the way she

sucks cock it'll be a blast-off for you!' And you know, honey, I almost

did ... I mean, it wasn't going to be the first time for me! A

girlfriend and I when we were in high school used to sleep together

often, and licking pussy wasn't new, or disgusting. I was getting

hotter by the second, but the fact that Ed brought her right into our

apartment and bed was too much! I just began to cry ... and the next

thing I knew, she was gone ...!

"Good Lord ... what an experience!" Carol breathed, sensing the

moisture seeping warmly from between her swollen vaginal lips and down

against the thin sheer nylon of her panty crotch-band. She squirmed

down into the cheap chair cushion, welcoming its pressured hardness

against the wetly tingling softness of her roused loins. She raised her

glass to her lips only to remember it was empty. "Sh-Shall we have

another ... and take it to bed with us, Peg?"

The vibrant brunette, once more herself, looked with an eyebrow-raised

smile at her empty glass. "If you say so, darling. I haven't felt this

good in months."

Carol laughed, a thousand things racing through her incited mind. She

jumped up, took their glasses and tripped into the kitchen area. Peggy

was still talking in that low, seductive voice of hers, but Carol

wasn't paying much attention as she poured their drinks. Her thoughts

were too filled with the sensual provocation of her sexy neighbor's

lust-inciting admissions! She too had once known a girl like that ...

Barbara Carter, from her old neighborhood ... but she'd never let her

do it, and then Barbara had moved away!

Carol sliced lemon for her own drink as she pictured the way that girl

Dottie must have looked naked with Ed White ... her small, rounded

breasts, the swelling, teenage hips, the dark curls spreading out

enticingly between her thighs ... damn, the mere thought was like some

sort of aphrodisiac ... and that she didn't need! What was wrong with

her tonight, anyway? Too much to drink, probably.

"Y-You can use the shower first," Carol said, handing Peggy her drink.

"Come on, I'll give you a nightie."

The older girl clasped the hand Carol held out, holding it with an

extra gentle pressure that didn't escape the young blonde's notice. "I

don't wear anything ... if you don't mind," Peggy breathed warmly at

her. "Carol ... are ... are you sure you want me to stay?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Of course I do! And ... and I prefer to sleep in

the raw too!" the young divorcee almost gasped out. "Now ... hustle

into the bathroom! I'll follow when you're through ...!"

Sultan watched them, on his feet now and following closely as they

walked toward the bedroom. He saw them separate, the midnight haired

one leaving the room while his mistress began to shed her covering. He

sat down to look closely, the sight intriguing him. She would be all

curved and white when she finished ... like her friend who had trained

him well ... but, no, she was putting something over her, hiding the

beauty he enjoyed looking at. Then she picked up the glass and drank

from it. Her eyes were not normal. Her pretty mouth was pulled to one

side. He whimpered ...

"What's wrong, baby?" Carol said, moving forward unsteadily to reach

down and pet her darling's great head. God, she was drunk! She was! And

deliciously so! Oh darling, don't hate your Carol, but ... but she just

can't help herself! It's going to happen! I know it is! And ... and I

want it to! It's really going to happen ...!

Peggy wore her bath towel around her, its upper ridge clinging and

hiding no more than the tips of her full, thrusting breasts and

dropping to her rounded, white mid-thighs. "Your turn, darling," she

said, her liquor glazed eyes flashing about the room as she moved into

it, every place but on Carol!

"I'll only be a minute," Carol said. "Make yourself at home, Peg ...

hop in, or whatever. There're some magazines there under the night

stand ..."

In the bathroom, Carol removed her robe and stepped in under the

shower, wondering if she was losing her mind, or was there about to be

another sensational milestone to wind up this day? Never in her whole

life had she entertained more lustful thoughts or feelings than those

possessing her at that very moment! Was she right about Peg? God, she

was an admittedly passionate girl ... but did she really want to do it

with a girl? How would she, herself, react when and if it came right

down to the very moment ? Oh ... she was so damned drunk she

couldn't even think straight ... and hot ... like the teenage bitches

... cunts ... Peggy had told her about!

Carol stared drunkenly at her own naked curves in the mirror as she

quickly dried off, her usual hedonistic sensations more pronounced than

ever. Yes ... it was going to happen! She just knew it was ... Peggy

White was out there waiting for her ...!

She wore her robe back into the bedroom where Peggy lay already in bed,

her bikini-striped nakedness modestly covered by the sheet drawn up

almost to her chin. Carol saw her dark eyes sparkling as she watched

the robe fall away. Somewhat embarrassed, Carol quickly slid into the

bed beside her neighbor, not a word yet exchanging between the two

women. Her cheeks felt warm with the little rush of blood excitedly

coloring them at her own momentarily exposed nakedness before Peggy,

and as she drew up the sheet, Carol sensed the warmth of the older

brunette's soft arm beneath her as she lay back on the pillow!

Wild impulses spread like firebrands through Carol's desire-infused

young body as she felt the arm gently drawing her into a cuddling

closeness, Peggy easing over toward her, Carol's face on a level with

the lush white mounds of the older girl's voluptuous breasts! Then

Peggy's other hand began to caress the crown of her head, almost

lovingly stroking her hair as she pressed Carol's unresisting face into

the sweet-smelling resilience of her warm, full breasts, their little

hardened nipples like ripened cherries ready to burst!

"Y-You have beautiful hair, darling ... like golden cornsilk," Peggy

whispered, the heat of her breath like a torrid cloud floating down

over Carol's brazenly nuzzling face. "Yes ... you're such a gorgeous

beauty, baby ... and Peggy's going to love you to pieces!"

Carol felt her own arm moving as if of its own volition, her hand

creeping over the soft, smooth flesh of Peggy's slender waist and

around to clasp at the warm hollow of her back. Excitedly, she embraced

the older girl, prepared to give herself fully to this unknown

intoxication. She trailed her eager fingers over the warm vibrant flesh

of Peggy's satin-smooth skin, returning to trace the path of her rib

cage upward, until she brushed over the softly yielding ripeness of

Peggy's milk-white breasts against her face.

Carol heard her friend gasp at the sensitive contact, and she raised

her face, their eyes meeting to search into each other. She stretched

out her long legs then, pressing her naked body tighter against the

soft contours that molded so well to hers. Her hand spread in a gentle

cupping caress over Peggy's firm, full breast, her own chest heavily

rising and falling beneath as she pressed against the brunette's softly

undulating belly.

"Oh ... you luscious creature!" Peggy hissed hotly, breaking their

embrace. "Move up here onto the pillow and lie on your back!"

Carol did as she was told, closing her eyes in feverish anticipation.

She felt Peggy's soft hand move to the swelling mound of one breast and

tenderly grasp it, sending a thrill of delight quaking over her waiting

flesh. The sheet was brushed away, and both of them lay nakedly

exposed, while Peggy's knowing fingers danced like feather tips over

Carol's tingling body. They caught at first one tiny nipple, then the

other, rolling and squeezing them with skilled delicacy, and the young

blonde's sensuously aroused flesh began responding to Peggy's blissful

erotic caresses,

Suddenly, Carol felt her passionate neighbor slipping downward in the

bed. She popped her eyes open, raising her head to watch in excited

anticipation as the older girl's voluptuous white curves slithered

warmly downward on top of her, easing Carol's own legs and thighs

insistently apart with the wedging pressure of her supple, shapely

body. With her hands, Peggy spread the rounded fullness of Carol's

trembling thighs even wider open until her blonde curl-sprinkled loins

and pouting vaginal lips were completely exposed to the sparkling dark

eyes gleaming hungrily down from only inches above. And then Peggy

dropped her head, nestling her face into the soft, intimate hollow

between the panting divorcee's widespread legs.

Immediately, the entranced Carol was swept up in a maze of erotic

sensations which rippled through her smoldering loins and tremulous

belly as she felt sizzling kisses along the heated flesh of her inner

thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath, and the wet, searing contact of

Peggy's tongue! Carol's breathing caught in her throat as Peggy traced

the sensitive inner softness of her cuntal slit again and again,

licking in long lurid strokes from the bottom to the top ... causing

Carol to reflexively raise her naked loins to each maddening stroke of

the magic, up-licking tongue!

Carol felt her tiny clitoris quivering erect and knew that it was

peering out from its hooded canopy, swelling with the first stab of

intensive sensation as the other girl's tongue grazed wetly over it.

She expelled her breath with a ragged, hissing sound, slowly tossing

her head when the lust-driven oral invader eased hotly in between the

desire-flushed lips of her cunt, worming upward through the already

wildly inflamed crevice toward the straining little bud of her

clitoris.

The blonde girl's throat began to hum with unintelligible gurglings.

She held her breath, then exploded it sharply at the electrifying

contact of the obscenely exploring female tongue with her tiny erotic

nerve center! And then came new delights as she felt Peggy's hands

creep upward over the tensing muscles of her quivering belly, smoothing

higher and higher to fondle and knead the nipple-hardened fullness of

Carol's firm white breasts, while her open mouth became ravenous below!

Hot and wet, with lush lips glued to the hair-fringed flesh of her

seething pussy, Carol felt the stabbing wet heat of Peggy's lashing

tongue laving and whipping her swollen pleasure-bud! Greedily the older

girl began to possess the burning, fluid cunt beneath her, spearing and

licking everywhere until it seemed to Carol's whirling brain that her

lust-inflamed pussy had been invaded by an entire legion of squirming,

raging tongues! But no, it was just a single tongue racing up the hotly

throbbing channel of her clutching vagina, worming into the tiny slit

of her urethra, returned to worry her aching clitoris with maddening

precision, and then driving hard up into her sizzling cuntal passage

again ... over and over until she was gasping and writhing in mindless

ecstasy!

Ripples of lustful enchantment convulsed the naked flesh of the blonde

divorcee's lewdly positioned body. Knowing hands taunted the heaving

mounds of her palpitating breasts and tweaked their bursting nipples,

while licking little flames of sensual fire tongued at the hot, fluid

sanctuary of her offered cunt. Obscene wet sucking sounds filled the

small bedroom and blended with Carol's desperate moans as she

uncontrollably drew back her legs, thrusting her loins salaciously

upward to bring the wild pleasure-giving tongue tighter into the

hungering core of her naked flesh!

From his erect stance on the floor beside the bed, Sultan watched the

pair of white-bodied female humans, confused by their odd positions,

but not by the potent tangy scent strongly filling his keen nostrils.

He well knew its meaningful aroma after long days spent in Peggy

White's care, and his own animal loins responded heavily to its savory

excitement. His ears twitched at the whimpering sounds coming from the

bed, and a whine of want escaped his powerful throat. He moved closer,

then hesitated, knowing he was denied the right of the bed ... but he

had violated that right already once today and been accepted ...

"Ooohhh ... ooohhh Goddd, Peg ... Peggyyy ... it's too much!" Carol

wailed in a thin high voice, reaching down to clutch at the short dark

hair of her neighbor's buried head. "Uuuhhh ... it's so beautiful,

darling! I-I never realized ...!" she gasped, knowing that her

statement hardly made sense, but it did to her. She would never have

dreamed that the lovemaking of another girl could so entrance her ...

no, so completely overwhelm her with its forbidden ecstasy ... that was

what she wanted to say! But she couldn't say anything sensible, and it

was no longer the liquor she'd drunk ...!

And then two things happened simultaneously! Sultan jumped up onto the

bed, and Peggy's delicious tongue and mouth broke contact with the

intensively fired cuntal opening between Carol's lewdly upraised legs!

Carol gaped down at Peggy's lifted, glistening face almost pleadingly,

and was ready to reprimand Sultan when the other girl said, "Has he

ever done it to you, baby?"

The desire-crazed blonde stared at her in momentary confusion. "Who

?" she finally asked.

"Sultan!" Peggy hissed, her dark eyes becoming even more so. "No ...

no, he hasn't, has he? I ought to know that ... because I had to teach

him!"

Carol continued to gape down at the stunning brunette lying nakedly

between her own widespread legs which she had slowly lowered to the

bed. She tried to corral her thoughts through the liquor and lust

infused emotions still controlling her obscenely sprawled young body.

It registered then! She had been right before! Peg had used Sultan ...

had "trained" him ...!

"You're in for one of the rarest treats of all, baby!" the once

distraught wife who had burst into her apartment earlier, now whispered

hotly. "He's beautiful! And he's your own sweet darling, Carol! Anytime

you want him ... but you can thank Peggy for that! I-I hope you're not

angry ..." she went on, raising up to her knees, her cherry-nippled

breasts swaying tantalizingly over Carol's face, and then she was

turning to pet the panting German shepherd who stood beside her on the

bed.

Carol stared at the both of them, the feeling that they were closer to

each other than she had ever been with her own handsome dog sparking a

certain bitterness. But she could hardly concentrate on that, not with

the passion Peggy's sensuous oral lovemaking had set off inside her!

God, it couldn't end here ... like this ... she had to cum ... and Peg,

being the passionate girl that she was, must have to know the same

release.

"Are you ready for the thrill of your life, Carol baby?" Peggy

lustfully whispered to her.

"Wh-What ?"

"Get up on your knees! Go ahead, turn over and get up on your knees!"

Peggy ordered. "That's right ... but spread your legs wider ... wider,

darling ... God, you're beautiful that way! I could eat your pussy

right up to your tits!" the dark-haired girl exclaimed as Carol climbed

into the ordered position.

There was a tightness in Carol's erotically quivering belly as she

lowered her face to the pillow, the vulnerability of her exposed and

up-thrust loins behind giving her an obscene, naked feeling she had

never known. She tingled inside from Peggy's lust-firing words, wishing

that her friend would hungrily move in and really eat her pussy all the

way up to her tits! Her tits ... oh, God, they actually throbbed in the

lustful desire permeating her! And her cunt ... it was afire! What was

this thrill of her life? How could her dog be the cause of it? What was

going to happen next ?

Chapter 4

"Prepare yourself, Carol honey! I promise you've never had anything to

equal this!" Peggy hissed in a feverish whisper.

Her naked buttocks raised high and her tremoring thighs spread wide,

Carol tried to twist her head with cheek still pressed against the bed

to get some conception of what was about to happen behind her lewdly

kneeling body. She saw Sultan standing with ears erect and open-jaw,

his lengthy pink tongue hanging loose and to one side while his

rounded, brown eyes gleamed at her salaciously displayed ass cheeks. At

the same time, she saw and felt Peggy's hands on the stretched ovals of

her up-thrust buttocks, luridly spreading them wider apart.

"There, Sultan baby!" Peg's husky voice sounded. "Did you ever see a

more inviting sight than that? Oh, Carol darling, you've got the

tiniest pink asshole ever! Honest ... and I've just got to kiss it

...!"

A passionate shiver rippled over Carol's naked body as she felt the

older girl's face nuzzling warmly between the half-moons of her spread

open buttocks ... then the delightful sensations her moistened lips

incited at they pressed hotly against the tiny, sensitive opening of

her puckered anus. Her lewdly searching tongue tip followed to lick and

probe, pressuring slightly into the reflexively clenching orifice,

while Carol gasped in pleasure beneath the brunette's lascivious

mouthing. Sultan's whimper floated to her ears, and then Peggy's

delicious manipulations stopped.

"All right, all right, darling!" Carol heard her say. "Now it's your

turn!" Go ahead while I hold her open for you! Come on ... move right

up close, baby ... that's the boy ...!"

Automatically, Carol found herself trying to spread her straining

thighs even wider, picturing narcissistically the obscene appearance of

her own voluptuous nakedness in her mind's eye. She heard her dog's

excited panting, and sensed his hot breath against the soft white

mounds of her buttocks. Then, she felt his long, laving tongue

slithering hotly into the smooth crevice separating them. Again, Carol

moaned at the electrifying contact, immediate, feverish impulses of

lust stabbed wildly through her warmly secreting pussy and quaking

belly. What Peggy didn't know, Carol thought, was that she had already

and most definitely been introduced to the heavenly wonders of her

animal-lover's lust-quenching tongue! And why should she tell her ?

All that really mattered now was that she cum, and she wildly

remembered the dynamic climax Sultan had brought her earlier that day!

She felt Peggy's hands lewdly clutching at her upraised buttocks,

pulling the soft cheeks farther apart to give Sultan full access to her

vulnerably gaping anus! His hot tongue wetly caressed it, then dove

lower to splay open her tender blonde-fringed pussy-lips, grazing the

seething pink cuntal flesh on its way to her hardened little clitoris.

She gasped out in impassioned joy, trying to inch her knees even

farther apart and open the pulsating pink crevice between her straining

thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust ardently,

sweeping in an obscene liquid flame through the sizzling wet inner-

flesh of her loins and flicking at the tiny grasping mouth of her tight

vagina, stroking her hungrily offered loins to a still more intensive

heat before he suddenly moved into an unexpected, astonishing position

behind her kneeling form.

Carol tensed as her massive pet's furry body crowded in close against

her upraised buttocks. She was abruptly aware that Sultan was standing

on his hind legs, his powerful forelegs gripping at the naked flesh of

her hips! God Almighty! He must be mounting her! She cranned her neck,

hardly raising her face from the bed to gape wildly back at him! There

wasn't any doubt about it! He intended to fuck her ... just as if she

were a bitch dog in heat ... and ... and Peggy was egging him on!

"That's a boy, Sully darling ... do it for Carol the way you did for

me!" Peggy's husky voice luridly goaded. "Don't be afraid, Carol honey!

It's beautiful and you're going to love it ...!"

Carol's desire-infused brain whirled with the incredulous salacity of

it! She tried to catch a glimpse of her passionate neighbor's face, but

Peggy had turned away ... was reaching for something ... her purse,

Carol thought, giving up the effort as her breathing seemed to choke in

her throat!

"Oh God, Peg ... I don't know! T-This is absolutely obscene ... being

fucked by a dog!" Carol gasped back at her aroused companion.

"Yes ... it is, isn't it, baby!" Peggy licentiously whispered ... "And

you're going to love it! Wait ... I'll fix the vanity mirror so you can

watch!"

Oh God ... this in unbelievable! Carol's mind reeled, her naked young

curves trembling to the erotic stimulation both Peg's and Sultan's

lashing tongues had fired in her liquor-sensitized flesh. Then, in the

mirror Peggy had adjusted for her, she stared at the sight of their

lewdly locked position, sensually moaning at the lust-flaming

reflection. The bestial obscenity of the huge German shepherd astride

her widespread white ass-cheeks sent irresistible charges of seething

passion raging through her quivering body!

Then Carol saw it, and she gasped at the breathtaking sight of his

glistening scarlet cock slipping out from its long furry sheath, wet

and red and hard, the tapered length waggling obscenely as it inched

forward, its bevel-topped head reaching and probing the wet pink slit

of her feverish cunt! She felt Sultan's powerful animal-body jerk

against her smooth buttocks, saw his thickly dangling cock trying to

penetrate the tiny mouth of her upturned vagina!

He whined aloud, almost in desperation, his forepaws making new demands

against her naked hips as he jerked and stumbled on his hind legs,

eagerly struggling to bury the sleek, throbbing spear of his raw animal

hardness up inside her steaming human pussy-hole!

Carol stared at it all in the mirror, her own heavy breathing and

Peggy's thundering in her ears. She shifted her lewdly elevated

buttocks in little wanton circles back at the still growing dog-cock,

hypnotized by its glistening red dance, the tension inside her reaching

a near unbearable degree! Oooohhh yes ... yesssss, she wanted it ...

her beautiful baby's long thick cock burning right up into the aching

depths of her throbbing hot cunt!

"Help him, Carol! For God's sake, how can you stand the waiting?" Peggy

gasped beside her. "Just watching is about to drive me loony! Go on,

grab ahold of it and put it in for him ...!

Carol, with little mewling sounds unconsciously escaping her lips now,

reached back between the yawning white columns of her thighs and

grasped her pet's slippery hardness, spread the silken curls of her

cuntal hair with its cone-shaped head, and guided the hot thick tip

into her wetly nibbling vaginal lips! Spontaneously, the instinct-

driven German shepherd humped forward, bursting his solid cock from her

grasp as he plunged deep into her acquiescing pussy channel. Wider and

wider, he stretched the moist, sensitive passage, sending his flesh-

searing rod slicing cruelly up into the churning wet heat of her

quaking belly!

"Unh, unh, unh, ooohhhhh Goddd!" Carol moaned as she felt herself being

stuffed full to the brim in Sultan's unbroken forward lunge. She

watched in the vanity mirror with bug-eyed fascination as the huge,

scarlet length of blood-swollen dog-flesh slithered in with a fierce

wet charge, burying itself to the very hilt in her shockingly stretched

vagina! She both felt and saw her new lover's heavy, sperm-bloated

balls swing savagely down, smacking flat against her blonde pussy-hair

as her own breath burst from her lungs.

The painful sensation of inner expansion came with a delayed impact to

explode through her obscenely impaled loins, forcing guttural groans

from her half open lips. "Oh ... oh, my God!" she moaned, her widened

eyes gaping unseeingly as her panting animal-lover began to fuck

rapidly up into her cunt from behind! Her head jarring against the

pillow from his every powerful, breast-quivering charge, Carol tried to

concentrate on the reflected sight of his long thick scarlet cock

plunging wetly up between her open thighs as she began to move lewdly

backward to meet his breathtaking, brute strokes!

Peggy's presence was suddenly obliterated as frenzied sensations of

basic lust spread through Carol's sensuously slaving body heaving

backward onto the relentless dog-cock skewering deeper and deeper up

into her flame-filled belly from behind! Furiously, the huge German

shepherd battered his loins against his mistress's supple ass-cheeks,

his pulsating rod of flesh sinking each time to its full blood-hardened

length up into the moistly sucking depths of her clasping vagina!

Whimpering uncontrollably, Carol rotated her buttocks around and around

the pleasure-giving shaft in a building wanton furor, grinding her

greedily clinging vaginal sheath back over the length of piercing

animal-cock in masochistic need.

The unmistakable beacon of her approaching orgasm flashed through the

blonde's passion-crazed young body then, a fantastic promise of still

greater bliss soon to come! It coiled through her seething loins like a

showering burst of fireworks, and singed the underside of her trembling

belly with its loin-tingling sensations. She moaned in lustful

intoxication as the jagged edges of her mounting sensual rapture

stabbed at her abdomen, and ogled the mirror to watch her darling's

long, thick dog-penis wetly disappearing up between the soft whiteness

of her absorbing buttocks, his savage fucking tempoed in rapid,

pistoning strokes! She saw her own pink cunt-flesh moistly clinging to

his huge, handsome hardness when he pulled out of her, then

disappearing back up inside her hungry passage with every new thrust,

his heavy, cum-laden balls solidly pummeling her unprotected clitoris

below between the blood-swollen lips of her lust-inflamed pussy!

Carol's brain was spinning with the effect of such never before

experienced carnality, her eyes feasting on the hedonistic spectacle of

her full white breasts, suspended and quivering beneath her body as she

raised partway up from the bed. In the mirror, they seemed to ripple

like ripe mounds of lush, pink-tipped fruit before Sultan's

breathtaking barrage! She saw the flailing veil of her long, ash-blonde

hair as she tossed her head in a maddened cadence to the thorough

fucking her darling dog was pounding into her, pleasureful moans

hissing loudly up from her heaving chest!

"Oooohhhh ... my lover, Sultan baby! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your

Carol!" she cried back at the panting, furiously humping dog. "Harder,

baby! Harder . . oh, harderrrrrrr ...!"

The passionate, pleading tone to her voice let Sultan know he was

pleasing her. He whined in panting response as he hammered

instinctively up into her tight, slippery vagina from behind. He knew

he was bringing her joy by the way she was thrusting her soft female

cunt willingly back onto his aching hardness. The wet heat of her human

vaginal passage was clenching greedily at hum, even more so than hers

of the midnight hair had done, and his blood pounded hotly through his

straining body for her.

He felt the dribbling wetness against his throbbing loins as it

trickled down the soft, smooth backs of her thighs from where he was

locked into her loins. His tongue hung loose and dripping from his open

jaws with the fierce pressure growing inside his raging loins. And

then, he saw the midnight haired one's naked white body crawling upward

on the bed toward his mistress's face, but he hardly paid any

attention. Only his roaring hardness thundering up into the hotly

milking core between his golden-haired mistress's long, white legs

meant anything to him.

"Is it beautiful, Carol baby?" Peggy leaned down to whisper close

against the impassioned divorcee's flushed young face. "Have you ever

had a more filling, capable cock fucked into you by any man? Be honest,

darling, have you?"

"Oh ... oh no, Peg ... it's beautiful ... tremulous! Oh God ... he's

driving me mad with it ...!" Carol gasped, her long blonde hair

flailing as she tossed her head from side to side in unhidable rapture.

Vaguely, she realized that Peggy was positioning herself supine right

beside her head on the pillow, spreading her shapely white legs wide

apart and inching her curved hips downward until her dark, curl-covered

loins were directly below Carol's face. Then she lay part-way back, her

hands stroking down over the smooth white flesh of her belly and hips,

moving inward with extended fingers toward the pouting, hair-fringed

cunt-lips so erotically placed there!

Fascinated by the added, lustful sight, Carol tried to hold her head

steady, a next to impossible feat with her darling German shepherd's

huge cock pummeling her with trip-hammer velocity. Her mouth watered

with unfamiliar, lewd desire as Peggy's fingers slowly spread her own

fleshy, cunt-lips apart from either side, the pink inner-flesh

glistening moistly as it clung and then separated viscidly before

Carol's avid stare.

Peggy held her pussy lips open so that the soft wet inner folds were

completely revealed in a lewd pink shimmering display, her pulsing

clitoris quiveringly erect, the tiny slit of her urethra clearly

visible, while the secreting oval of her vaginal mouth worked hungrily

in search of something to fill it. The raven curls bordering the pink,

desire-moistened flesh contrasted sharply with the smooth whiteness of

her heaving belly and wide-spread thighs, and it was all more than

Carol could resist!

"Don't be afraid, darling ... you'll love this, too!" Peggy hotly

whispered. "Go ahead ... lick Peggy's cunt for her while Sultan fucks

you with his big cock! That's right, baby ... snuggle your pretty face

right down in there close and ... and lick me to death, you luscious

girl! Don't be afraid ... do it, hon, do it ...!"

Carol was too overcome with lust to be afraid! Her hesitation as she

slowly lowered her face closer and closer toward the older girl's

nakedly waiting loins was only to feast her eyes on the lascivious

sight. She hadn't ever been this close to another girl's pussy, had

never even touched one other than her own!

Then Peg's hands moved away, letting the resilient outer-lips of her

cunt fold back in to kiss each other, leaving just a slender pink slit

that was even more entrancing to her. Carol studied its long, tongue-

beckoning line downward to where it joined the rounded white ovals of

her buttocks just above the crinkled circle of Peggy's tight little

anus. A heady essence ... a perfumed spice of desire-filled heat stung

her nostrils then, causing them to flare excitedly as she felt the

older girl suddenly reaching beneath her to cup her swollen, nipple-

straining breasts. A white-hot flame of lust raged within Carol as she

greedily spread her passionate neighbor's flushed cunt-lips open with

her thumbs, and mindlessly thrust her tongue greedily into the

simmering liquid flesh!

While Peggy's voluptuous body squirmed in naked pleasure and moans of

lust-incited joy gurgled up from her throat, Carol's young brain

whirled in the overwhelming passion seizing all control from her cock-

stuffed body. She whimpered into the hot, fluid flesh of Peggy's wide-

splayed cunt in time to the maddening dog-fucking she was getting from

behind, while her eagerly exploring tongue licked and probed its way

all over the pungent-tasting secret hollows of Peggy's pussy flesh. It

raced up inside the older girl's seething vagina, feeling the pulsating

clasp of her inner walls as she rotated her lewdly invading tongue.

Then she wiggled the very tip wormingly into the gasping brunette's

tiny urethral slit, taunting it for a full minute before dropping down

to do the same to the puckered little rectal opening below. Finally,

with a long up-sweeping lick, she hungrily centered in on Peggy's

frantically palpitating clitoris, alternately caressing and stabbing at

the tiny erect bud, sucking it between her soft, ovalled lips to gently

nip and worry it with the edges of her even teeth.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" the dark-haired girl groaned in lustful

torment. "Ooohhhhh ... shove your fingers up my pussy and ass-hole

while you lick it, honey! Both together! Please ... it drives me wild!"

A series of screaming little sensuous impulses shot through Carol's

erotic nerve centers at her neighbor's lewd request. She was incited as

much by the thought of what it must feel like to be so obscenely

ravaged as she was by the licentious thought of being the aggressor!

With open mouth and lips immersed in Peg's wetly streaming cunt, Carol

excitedly placed the thumb and middle finger of one hand at the two

intimate orifices. Gently forcing first her middle finger, she slipped

its tip just inside the tightly resistant opening of Peg's anus, then,

insinuating the other in her hotly nibbling vaginal mouth, she plunged

the pair of stiffened fingers obscenely up into the writhing girl's two

burning channels!

"Aaaauugggghhh ... God yessssss! That's it, baby! Ooohhhhhh ... finger-

fuck me hard, darling!" the older girl begged, her voluptuous body

jerking convulsively as it began a lurid rhythmic undulation up against

Carol's enveloping mouth and salaciously plunging fingers.

"Ooooohhhhhh, harder, darling! Fuck them hard ... and ooohhhhh ... bite

my clitoris! Eeeeiiii ... like that! Like that! Oh, honey ... I'm going

to cum in a minute ... ooohhhhhhh ...!"

Cum ? Cum ...! God almighty! Carol's mind screamed inwardly. I'm

going to shatter into a million pieces any second! She could feel

Sultan's thickly expanding cock still plowing without cease into the

soft hot depths of her churning belly with its hard pointed tip! Her

burning pussy-channel was totally stuffed with its rampaging hardness,

her feverishly clasping vaginal walls working in a rhythmic spasming

action around the long thick shaft of dog-flesh as if it were a

separate entity from the rest of her lust-crazed naked body! Her loins

throbbed unbearably from the wild incessant pounding his sperm-bloated

balls were giving them. She was nothing short of being on the verge of

sensual insanity ...!

"Oooooohhh now ... I'm cummmiinnnngggg ...!" Peggy screamed, her hands

frantically winding in Carol's long blonde hair as she smothered the

younger girl's face tighter against the wide-split opening of her hotly

spewing cunt!

Slave-like, Carol gave herself completely to the pleasure-bringing

task, knowing the heavenly delight the other had to be reveling in as

she fucked her fingers brutally up into the wet, clutching heat of

Peggy's spasming cunt and anus! Gently she tongue-stroked the straining

little bud in her mouth, while her stiffened fingers continued to

plunge in and out, in and out ... and then she had to stop!

She raised her own head and cunt-smeared face to choke out a throaty,

animalish cry. Her glazed eyes grew round and unseeing. "Oooohhhh! It's

too much! I'm going wild ...!" but her voice choked into a strangled

mixture of sob and ragged sigh, her head beginning to toss frantically

up and down, her long, ash-blonde hair streaming as she began the first

erotic contractions of a violent orgasm! Wildly, she skewered her

undulating buttocks back onto Sultan's long thick cock in sluttish

frenzy!

The first seizure struck her with all the force of a lightning bolt and

she slammed her naked ass-cheeks back hard onto the deep-thrust red

animal-cock with a desperate lunge. Simultaneously, Sultan fucked

forward with a deep growl, his massive animal hardness beginning to

spew its scalding dog-sperm deep up into her madly churning belly in

long hard spurts!

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cum ... c-cummmmmiinnnggggg!" Carol whimpered, her

jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the eruption

exploding like a boiling geyser in her soft white belly and loins! She

threw her head from side to side in the ecstasy of her release ... at

last gaping at the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum

oozing whitely from her clenching cuntal mouth still milking hungrily

at her beautiful German shepherd's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets

of their sticky white fluids ran hotly down her smooth inner-thighs ...

and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts,

her face nestling against Peggy White's cum-flooded loins as a sigh of

ultimate pleasure slowly escaped her lips ...

Chapter 5

Sunshine brightened her bedroom. Carol opened her eyes to it, looking

vacantly around until she saw Sultan's big, stretched-out form on the

floor beside her. As always, his presence gave her a warm, protected

feeling, but then as she lay there open-eyed for a short moment, an

unpleasantness began to spread through her.

Her head throbbed. She remembered it was Saturday ... and then, she

began to recall much more. Abruptly, the blonde-haired girl sat nakedly

upright in her bed and glanced over at the empty space beside her. The

indentation in the pillow was evidence enough if she still needed it!

Peg had been there ... there was even a strand of dark brown hair

clinging to the pillow-slip!

The whole shameful picture came flooding back in waves of shocking

mental scenes, like something out of a pornographic book, her resisting

brain rejecting each and every sequence at first, then reluctantly

admitting to their individual truths as she began to vividly remember.

But in final hope for escape, the naked girl kicked back the sheet and

looked down between her spread thighs at the cum-soaked blonde curls

tightly sprinkling her young loins. With discerning fingers, Carol

began to examine, immediately detecting the bruised soreness of her

fleshy vaginal lips, and then the more intense irritation of her

sensitive vagina! God, he had! He had done it to her! She'd let Sultan

fuck her ...! Her own dog!

In itself, the knowledge that she'd allowed her beautiful pet to make

love to her played a very unimportant part in the guilt Carol Dorsett

felt as she came from the bath after showering for a full thirty-

minutes. It was the realization that all of her other mentally recalled

scenes were just as true ... those forbidden acts with Peggy, and they

had been utterly obscene ... it was those shockingly lewd memories that

were tearing at her self-appalled mind!

She'd been drunk ... not to blame! Peg had taken lustful advantage of

her! She was a lesbian, of course, and knew how to seduce a normal girl

under the influence of liquor! She, herself, had been the perfect dupe,

passionate and hungering for sexual love ... what else?

God, she could never face that girl again ... not after what she'd done

... licking her cunt and sticking her finger up Peggy's anus ...

actually sucking her clitoris when the older girl was cumming! Not that

the act itself was so bad ... but the way Peggy had lured her into it

when she was drunk ...!

Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes

unfolded graphically now again and again in her self-deploring mind,

the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for

her to eliminate as the unwanted knowledge of her unnatural acts with

Peggy. Beside her lay Sultan, looking up with innocent eyes, waiting

for just a word of love.

"Oh darling, Carol isn't angry with you!" she said, hunching down to

stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts pulling too snugly

against the sensitive soreness up between her thighs. She straightened

up and slipped on a loose, over-blouse. In a way, she was sorry now

that she'd asked Mark Cannon for dinner ... but how could she have

known that this was ever going to happen?

Sultan rose to his feet and lovingly brushed against her. The feel of

his heavy body rubbing hotly along her thigh made her remember again.

God, what a breathtaking experience her darling had been! Even with all

the rest ...! Peggy had been right!

"Come on, baby? Let's go get some breakfast," she smiled down at him,

the aspirin she'd gulped beginning to soothe the ache in her head.

"Jonny used to say that nothing is as bad as it's painted ... and

maybe, it isn't. Come on, darling, let's cook up a bushel of eggs and

bacon ...!"

* * * * *

Mark Cannon sipped at his third cup of coffee. He always enjoyed one

before breakfast, one during, and then any number after. He smoked a

cigarette and stared toward where he knew the window was. He was still

not convinced that he ought to use her. She could be vulnerable as

hell, especially against the likes of the people he wanted. But ... but

where did his loyalty lie? What did he know about her? Supposing she

was just another neighborhood hooker with a more refined approach?

Maybe she was hung-up, too. These bitches had habits they'd kill for.

He ought to know that! Yeah ... you ought to know that, Mr. Cannon!

You've got no eyes, remember? And it was just one such darling little

bitch who had thrown the acid that destroyed them!

Mark sighed and drew at his cigarette. He hadn't slept worth a damn,

his brain working overtime trying desperately to form an image of what

Carol Dorsett looked like. He knew she was tall from where her voice

had sounded when she walked beside him. He doubted that she was heavy

because of her light footfalls and smooth, measured step. But such

things as facial features, body contours, short or long-hair, blonde,

brunette, redhead, or ... or bald, dammit to hell ... those were the

things that drove him damned near mad!

A man didn't forget what female beauty was like in three years,

especially such a lusty bird-watcher as he'd been. Christ, if he'd ever

known that this affliction had been headed his way he would have

stocked in a mental library of female pulchritude! To look at a

beautiful face again, heavy young breasts, the rounded curves of

touchable hips and buttocks, a well-turned calf and trim ankles ...

God, what he wouldn't give! He shook his head in the inner anguish

eating at him.

Nancy had been a beautiful girl, Mark remembered, not wanting to but

unable to help himself. A man denied sex as long as he had been was apt

to think of the young, curvaceous wife he had enjoyed it with so much.

Oh, there were plenty of whores around he could have for the going

price, cheap enough too in the crummy neighborhood, some of them mighty

cute little bitches, he'd wager, but his years in the department, to

say nothing of the teenage hooker who had blinded him, had left him

cold and bitter toward them. Their calloused commodity destroyed any

beauty they might possess ... and like everything else, a man could

learn to live without it ... up until the point where a sultry voice

like Carol Dorsett's made all his red corpuscles stand up and nudge

each other. Dammit!

He thought of Nancy again, visualizing her naked beauty, her long

chestnut hair streaming down her tapered, white back ... the full up-

thrust of her perfect, dark-nippled breasts. God, what a slender waist

she'd had, and the sweeping flare of those hips and voluptuously

rounded buttocks! He remembered her long legs, the fullness of her

white thighs ... and the vee-shaped mass of dark pubic curls up

between! Son-of-a-bitch ... he was going to drive himself right up the

frigging wall!

He tried to put her out of his mind, not a difficult task when it came

to any sense of feeling for her, because that was long dead, but from

the standpoint of sex ... yeah, there was the rub! Damn, how she'd

loved to fuck ... or suck ... or anything else that had to do with a

man's cock! He doubted that he would ever come across another like her,

not with her beauty and insatiable hunger for bed romping. Oh,

somewhere she had sisters-in-kind running free no doubt, but they

weren't for the likes of a blind-man ... anymore than she had been,

once he'd gotten out of the hospital and come home to sit in a chair

and stare in numbed bitterness at a wall he couldn't see.

Maybe he shouldn't blame her. What a hell of a life to offer a girl of

twenty-eight, a handicapped husband of the same age, with nothing to

look forward to but a paltry police pension for the rest of their life.

It was no damned wonder she'd wanted to get out and go to work, the way

he had sat around for an entire year feeling sorry for himself ... but

on the other hand, she could have waited a little longer for the

adjustment period to run its course, too. Instead, she'd started moving

out on him, going by herself to parties when he refused, and finding

male escorts from the office where she worked.

At first, it hadn't bothered him too much; he'd been so goddamned

concerned with his own self-pity, but sitting alone two and three

nights a week had given him long, lonesome hours in which to think, and

what he'd begun to conclude wasn't good. The loss of one sense makes

the others keener, including that of character insight. He'd seen it

coming. In bed, on those rare occasions when he'd begun to feel like it

again, she had turned into a dead-assed log ... no response ... nothing

there. It wasn't hard to figure: She was fucking someone else, one of

her office friends ... maybe all of them!

One of the boys in the department, Mark had known he could confide in

had chased it down for him. Of course, he'd been right ... except there

hadn't been any office, or "friends," just a simple long list of

"johns!" Sweet Nancy had joined the ranks of bitches fucking for gain!

She'd become a whore!

The day he'd filed divorce papers, he had also left for New Jersey and

a seeing-eye dog school, the one move that had saved him from losing

his buttons altogether. Thinking about it now, he reached down and

petted the big, faithful animal at his feet, a feeling of warm

affection flowing through him.

"Well, at least we've got each other, Queenie," the handsome, thirty-

one year old man smiled at his inseparable companion and guide. "And

that's more than a lot of people have. But ... I'll be honest with you,

girl, I wouldn't be the one to kick a luscious young lady out of bed,

should such a creature happen along." He rubbed the big German

shepherd's ears, the way he knew she liked it. "Man, how I wish you

could talk, Queenie; then you could tell me with detail exactly what

our charming Miss Dorsett looks like. Well ... we'll make it a point to

find out more tonight, eh? In the meantime, let's heat up the coffee

again. I can use another cup before we head out after our bottle of

wine ... And what does one drink with meatloaf, girl ... white or red

?"

* * * * *

Breakfast did wonders for Carol. She even found herself blaming Peggy

White less and less for their lewd little party of the night before.

After all, it did take two willing girls to complete the act, and she

hadn't exactly been a reluctant one from any stand point ... but it

could never happen again! She was no lesbian and wasn't about to let

herself become one, either. There were too many handsome, desirable men

in the world, and one of those very young men was coming to dinner

tonight, she remembered with relish, anything but sorry now that she

had invited him.

She had been so right, though, about Peg and Sultan, and that thought

raising mixed emotions inside her. Even though had it not been for her

passionate neighbor's lustful educating of the big darling she would

never have known the forbidden pleasure he could and would bring her

whenever she wanted, at the same time Carol jealousy resented the

shapely brunette's sneaky seduction, when she was supposed to be

looking after him for her. But that would never happen again, either!

She still didn't know what she would do with him while she looked for

employment, but he was definitely not going to be left with Peggy ...

"I wonder, baby ?" she said aloud, reaching down to toy with his

ears as she thought. "Mark Cannon might consider it. I could pay him a

little bit ... so much per day ... I suppose he could use the money;

everyone can ... and that raises a question. I wonder how he exists,

where his money comes from? He must have an income of sorts ... and he

can't be too well off or he wouldn't live in this horrible section of

town."

Suddenly Sultan growled his deep-throated sound that Carol had learned

to recognize as an alarm of sorts, and she glanced down at him just as

the buzzer gave her a start. Who could that be this early? She looked

at her watch, surprised to see that it was five minutes short of eleven

o'clock.

"Come on, baby, let's see who it is," Carol said, moving toward the

door with the unsavory image of Ed White immediately forming in her

mind.

It was Peggy ... neatly dressed in a summer suit, looking somewhat

haggard even with the benefit of carefully applied makeup, though Carol

could understand that. She hadn't felt like any morning-glory herself a

couple of hours before from all the liquor they'd consumed the previous

night. But she hardly gave her neighbor's appearance much

consideration; it was difficult enough for her just to face the girl

after what they'd done, and she knew she was shamefully blushing ...

"I-I can only stay a minute, Carol," the attractive brunette said,

closing the door and leaning back against it, her hands resting behind

her on the knob. "I-I had to say good-bye to you before I left. I might

be back ... l don't know ... but it occurred to me that you'll have to

make some other arrangements for Sultan ... and ... and I couldn't go

anyway without telling you that I'm sorry ... terribly sorry ... you're

such a beautiful, lovable girl ...!"

Carol could only stare at her unexpected caller with open mouth, her

own shamed feelings forgotten. Myriad questions began to rush to the

forefront of her puzzled brain, but before she could ask the first one,

Peggy said, "I'm leaving Ed. I don't know whether it's for good or not.

Right now, I hardly know what I'm doing. I'm going to visit my mother

in Kansas ... at least for awhile ... a month, maybe longer ... maybe

forever!"

"Peggy! My God! What's happened ... or ... or can't you tell me?" Carol

gasped, her voice lowering to a near-whisper as she tried to search the

girl's face for answers, a sudden feeling of being left very much alone

in an undesirable situation welling up inside her.

"No, darling ... I can't tell you ... that is, it's better if you don't

know!" Peggy answered. "It's something I learned only this morning, and

all this time it's been going on ... I just never realized it!"

"B-But you can't tell me what it is ?"

"It's better, baby, that you don't know!" the tall, dark-haired girl

whispered. "But ... but as soon as you can, move out of here ... and

get away from Westland, Carol! You don't belong here! Promise me you

will?"

"Yes, yes, of course ... I already intended to do that as soon as

possible ... but ... but you're frightening me, Peg!" Carol admitted.

"And ... and I don't know what it is that I'm supposed to be frightened

of!"

"Oh God ...! I wish I could tell you, but for your own sake I can't,

baby!" Peggy said, tears glazing her eyes as she moved forward to

warmly clasp hold of Carol's arms. "Please forgive me ... for

everything, love, including last night? I should never have let it

happen ... for your sake ... but I couldn't help myself! Just ... just

don't hate me, Carol! Get out of here as soon as you can ... today if

possible ... and everything will be all right! Do you understand me,

baby? Get as far away from here as you can!"

"Peggy ...!" Carol choked out for lack of knowing what else to say.

"Please ... you can't just run off like this ... I'm in a fog! I ... I

can't just pick up and move like that ... today! What is it? My God,

you've got to tell me ...!"

Instead, the ravishing brunette kissed her fully on the lips, hugged

her tight, then swung away to jerk open the door. "Good-bye, Carol

darling ... and please ... don't hate me ..."

"Peggy ...!" Carol called after her as the other quickly walked to her

own door where two heavy valises sat, picked them up and hurried toward

the entrance of the building without looking back again!

Slowly, Carol closed her door, locking it. God, she wasn't about to

chase after her! Her brain swam. Excerpts of the older girl's words

raced pell-mell through it, some of them making sense, others making

none at all! She went to the front window in time to see a taxi-door

close, and the vehicle suddenly speeding off! An unpleasant emptiness

filled her lower stomach. What was it Peg had been too frightened to

tell her ... and what was it that could make her leave Ed White this

morning, when last night it had been he needs me ... I love him ?

A clammy chill shivered frighteningly upward along Carol's spine. She

looked toward the building down the street where Mark Cannon lived.

Somehow, there was reassurance in knowing she had a friend there ...

for outside of Sultan, she didn't have another in the world at that

very moment!

Extremely upset, Carol backed away from the window and walked to the

small kitchenette, the powerful German shepherd's ever closeness

rallying her. Thank God for him! She would be lost, utterly and totally

lost! Mark would understand that. Yes, more than anyone, he would

appreciate her feelings! She set the coffee-pot onto the burner to re-

heat, then reached up into cupboard to find what was left of the brandy

she'd bought months back. She had to think ... to try and decipher some

meaning from Peggy's alarming statements, as well as calm herself

enough to do it, and spiked coffee sounded like the remedy.

Carol lighted a rare cigarette and finished her first coffee-royale,

blending a second as for the fourth time she went back over the extent

of their short conversation to the best of her ability. She had

arrived, at some very definite conclusions. Either Peg had found Ed in

bed with another one of his teenagers, or he had threatened her to the

point where she didn't dare stay in the apartment with him any longer!

Whichever the actual reason, it hardly mattered. The poor girl was a

hundred-percent better off away from the likes of him ... even though

she, herself, was going to miss Peg very, very much. Oh, not from the

sexual point. Last night had been one of those unbelievable single

episodes that might happen in any person's life, but it was over and

done with, and she wasn't about to ever let it happen again!

And Peg ... the darling ... saying ... don't hate me ... please forgive

me for everything ... I couldn't help myself ... please, don't hate me

... and then kissing her the way she had. She blamed herself for the

whole affair ... the beautiful angel. In all truth, she wasn't anymore

to blame than this blonde vixen who had wanted it all to happen as much

as Peg had ... and it had been an experience Carol would never forget,

thanks in part to her animal-lover beside her ...!

Her spirits bolstered by the brandied coffees and the brilliant

sunshine pouring through the window, Carol began to enjoy lighter

feelings, no less sorrowed by Peggy's abrupt departure from the scene,

but more and more stimulated by the thought of handsome Mark Cannon

coming to dinner. Outside of Jonny, she couldn't remember when a man

had so appealed to her ... and Jonny was long gone, almost forgotten.

Could something come of it ? Why not ? It could if they both

wanted it to ... and more and more, for her part, Carol was thinking

that she did ...!

Chapter 6

At six-thirty, Carol finished making her canapes. After considerable

thought, she had splurged and bought two beautiful steaks, foregoing

the meatloaf bit as definitely not being up to the occasion. She had

fractured her budget, but somehow she'd balance it out, or maybe her

alimony check might be early this month ... if it came at all. Anyway,

she wasn't going to think about that. They were going to have baked

potatoes and tossed salad, and just to be on the safe side, she had

bought a bottle of good red wine. Moreover, she'd decided to dress her

best for him, choosing her black, mini taffeta affair which was

backless, consequently leaving her without a brassiere. It was really

the nicest thing she had left.

She wished he could see her. She looked damned alluring, if she did say

so herself. The tiny ebony cameo she wore at the hollow of her throat

on a matching black ribbon did remarkable things for the deep valley

between her soft, white breasts, but he couldn't know that either.

Carol knew that she'd gone all out for him, wearing very little

actually -- just sheer black bikini panties, a frilly half-slip and the

short black dress itself. It was too warm for pantyhose; besides, her

legs were tanned enough to give the impression of them ... but of

course, that too he wouldn't see. All the same, half of any battle was

in the knowing you had done your own part ... or should she call it

"conquest?" Yes ... that was exactly the way it was shaping up, whether

she was ready to admit to it or not!

The excited blonde girl couldn't resist haunting the front window to

see if he was coming yet. A half-dozen times she went to her bedroom to

add finishing touches to her long golden hair and the little makeup she

wore. And it was during one of those trips that the buzzer sounded,

Sultan whimpering with wagging tail rather than offering his usual

deep-throated growl ...!

"Before we sit down would you like to familiarize yourself with the

surroundings, Mark?" Carol asked, surprised that she could even think

straight with the giddiness she immediately felt at the sight of him.

God, he was such a strikingly handsome man, the slacks and sport jacket

he wore fitting his tall athletic frame to perfection. Even Queenie

looked as if she might have been curried for the occasion.

"Why ... yes, I'd like that, thanks," Mark answered, pleased at her

thoughtfulness. Few people realized the feelings of a blind person

walking into strange settings. He held out the bottle of wine, the

sound of her voice as provocative as he remembered. "The wine," he said

with a smile,

"So, you did remember," she said, admiring the absolutely perfect knot

of his tie and the neat cut of his starched white collar,

"Of course. Didn't you think I would?" he continued to smile.

"Oh ... men are sometimes forgetful," Carol said with a soft lilt to

her voice. She took the bottle from him. "But you don't appear to me to

be the type. Now, supposing we unleash Queenie so that she and Sultan

can get to know one another and I show you around ... and it won't take

long, I assure you."

Mark laughed, bending down to remove his guide dog's harness, "It's

probably a great deal like mine. Most of these older apartments in this

area are pretty much alike."

Carol watched the two animals move across the room with tails wagging

and ears erect. She took Mark's hand, the strong warmth of it sending a

little tingling impulse through her as it dominantly closed around her

small one with a pleasing pressure. "There are only the three rooms and

bath," she explained, leading him slowly and pointing out the position

of objects and their arrangement. "Every room needs painting, and the

furniture is early shabby-atrocious."

The feel and size of her soft, smooth hand inside his own excitedly

transmitted much to Mark. Already, his mind's eye was forming a clearer

picture of her, the delicate fragrance of her closeness adding sharply

to it. Christ, she had to be lovely ... and that made it all the more

confusing! What was a young vivacious girl like her doing wasting time

with him ?

"And last, but not least, as the cliche goes, this is the bathroom, Mr.

Cannon," she was saying in a sprightly tone. "The tub and shower to

your left, sink on the right, and straight ahead, you know what ... So

... now that you've taken the guest tour, shall we return to the

drawing room and tap the martinis?"

Mark laughed. "Sounds like a winner, Miss Dorsett ... and may I ask

where the animals are and what they're up to?"

"Well, they're lying down in the corner side by side and seem to be

watching us," Carol replied, her hand still inside his as she led him

back to the living room area, reluctant to break the contact.

"Do you get the feeling we're being chaperoned?" Mark whispered.

"I hadn't thought of it that way," she whispered back. "But now that

you've mentioned it, we are being observed closely ... so behave

yourself, sir!"

"I'll do my best," he lied," Mark joked with a grin and Carol laughed

lightly with him.

"Sit here on the couch, Mark," she invited. "It's the most comfortable

place in the establishment. There's a table with cigarettes and ashtray

right beside you, and if you'll excuse me a minute I'll go fetch the

goodies."

The sound of soft music surprised Carol as she prepared the tray and

she looked in from the small kitchen to see that Mark had walked to

where her little transistor radio sat, had turned it onto a particular

station, and was now confidently returning to the couch. The sight of

him so tall and straight dominating her living room caused warm

sensations to flutter through her belly. It had been so long since

she'd enjoyed the company of a man, she'd almost forgotten how exciting

just their presence and companionship could be ...

"I took the liberty of finding us some listening music," Mark said,

looking directly up at her in such a way that it was difficult for her

to believe he couldn't see. "Are you a music lover?"

"Very much so," she answered, moving the cocktail table in front of

them to set her tray on. "I usually have the radio playing when I'm

around the house, but ... I'll be honest with you, Mark Cannon, your

coming tonight has had me in a dither all day, and I'm lucky if I've

done anything right."

"My coming ?" he repeated, her admission taking him completely by

surprise, but pleasantly so. "I-I'm afraid you've lost me, Carol ... l

don't understand. Why should my coming ?"

"Because," she interrupted, "you are the first man I've been alone

with, dated or entertained since my ex-husband, and that was over a

year ago. So ... now you know that I'm just a shy girl at heart ... and

here's your martini," she said in that voice that set his blood to

racing ... or was it what she said?

One more item filed itself into his brain, though: she had been married

... He felt her weight ease down onto the couch beside him, perhaps a

foot away. The heady essence of her perfume filled his nostrils.

Christ, just to get one split-second glimpse of her ...!

"Now, what shall we drink to ... the steaks in the kitchen waiting to

be broiled?" Carol suggested. "May they be ever as tender as the

butcher promised me?"

"Steaks? I thought we were having meatloaf ?"

"I felt like splurging," she said, smiling at his unexpectant

expression. "As I said before, Mr. Cannon, men haven't been frequenting

my life ... or my apartment ... so, I wanted it all just right."

Mark swallowed tightly, the sound of her voice and what she was saying

like some sort of effervescent potion that was making his brain fuzzy.

He found his voice. "In that case ... let's drink to us, Carol," he

said, his words almost a deep whisper as he raised his glass.

"All right," she answered, softly. "I like that toast, Mark ... to us

...!"

"To us!"

He felt her hand covering his glass then, removing it from his fingers

and then catching at his hand. He sensed her weight shifting on the

cushions beside him and puzzled, Mark waited as she lifted his hand

upward toward her face!

"I have the advantage on you," she breathed between them. "I can see

you. Would you like to find out what the girl beside you looks like ...

down to my neck, that is? The rest you'll have to take my word for ...

and it's 38-26-37 ..."

Christ! He just couldn't believe it! This girl was something else,

almost anticipating his every wish ... and damn, she was lovely ...

skin like satin, a perfect nose and lush, soft lips ...!

Carol held her breath as his sensitively discerning fingers brushed

lightly over her face. When he touched her eyes, she told him they were

green, and when his warm perceptive fingers danced over her lips she

said that her mouth was too large. He laughed, those seeing fingers

tracing her cheek-bones downward to her neck, and suddenly examining

the little cameo at her throat. She described it to him, and then he

was exploring her hair, learning its length and the way she wore it.

"It's sort of an ash-blonde," she told him, "maybe dizzy, too."

"I doubt that," he answered, the sound of his increased breathing

reaching her. "Y-Your're beautiful, Carol! Has anyone ever told you

that ... besides your husband, I mean?"

"No ... not even my ex-husband. He wasn't given to compliments in my

direction," she answered as he slowly, almost reluctantly drew his hand

away from her face. She picked up his cocktail then, and gave it back

to him. "Besides, it is an exaggeration, but I love you for saying it,

Mark. Now, there're some canapes right in front of you on the table,

and a whole pitcher of martinis to be done away with. Shall we ?"

"Willingly ... but I'm not finished learning about a girl named Carol

Dorsett, right from the day she was born to this damned minute!" he

said, still breathing with an increased loudness.

"And what about a certain man named Mark Cannon?" she questioned,

delighted with the intoxicating mood their relationship was weaving

around them. "I'd like to know about him ... right from the day he was

born to this damned minute!"

"All right ... that's a fair exchange," he replied, reaching for her

hand and waiting for her to give it to him, the almost forgotten

sensations of arousal the mere feel of a girl's soft warm touch could

bring leaving him drunk with happiness. But this wasn't the little,

willing hand of just any girl ... it was Carol's ... and for a moment

it seemed that he'd been waiting a lifetime for her ... that he'd

always loved her ... and then, she began to softly tell her story ...

Twice, Carol refilled their glasses as they unfolded their histories to

each other, the liquor helping to loosen their tongues when the more

intimate details were touched on. She learned that Nancy was beautiful

and loved sex, and she confided that once she and Jonny had shared a

similar relationship. She held his big hand between both of hers, her

fingertips lightly brushing over the short hairs on its back, until

she'd nearly kissed it with tears in her eyes when he told her of how

he had lost his sight. The horror of it ... and Nancy becoming a

prostitute, too ... dear God, it was a wonder he hadn't lost his

sanity! How he really needed someone ... a girl to love and look after

him ... just as she needed a man to share a life with ... and here they

were together ... finding each other ... she knew it was happening!

They were falling in love ...!

Two hours had passed, the room shadowed in a soft veil of darkness as

they continued to speak softly, still holding hands, yet not as much as

a single kiss having passed between them. The martini pitcher was

empty. Carol had never felt so beautiful within as she did sitting

beside this handsome man whose hand she lovingly held, listening to his

gentle, masculine voice, while romantic strains from her little radio

continued to float around them. More than anything, she hated to break

that enchanting spell, but it was after nine and she hadn't even put

the potatoes on to bake ...

He drew her to him, then, his hands suddenly slipping upward along her

naked arms to her shoulders, warm and gentle, but demanding hands that

caused Carol's breathing to shorten, while impulsive thrills of delight

raced through her belly! Their lips met, not fiercely, but with

exploring warmth as her arms slipped around his neck and his open hand

smoothed down over the exposed flesh of her back to draw her tighter

against him! Then, the fervency of his kisses grew more ardent,

pressuring down onto the receptive moistness of her own lips, opening

them slightly ... but he went no further ...

"I-I think maybe I better get out to the cooking department," she

whispered, her breathing as heavy as his when they finally broke their

kiss, neither anxious to release the other.

"Yeah ... maybe you had at that," Mark said, finally emitting a deep

sigh, and withdrawing his hands. "I-I hope you're not angry ... I just

couldn't resist the temptation."

Carol smiled excitedly to herself. She reached to him, brushing her

hand meaningfully over his smooth-shaven cheeks. "I-I think I'd have

been angry if you hadn't, darling," she said, quickly eluding his grasp

when he started to move forward again. "Unh-unh ... not now ... maybe

later on a full stomach, Mr. Cannon," she teased, and then she was

flicking on certain soft lights for her own benefit and at the same

time watching the little smile of anguish tugging at his handsome mouth

...

She made him another martini and he could hear her singing along with

the music while she prepared dinner. There was no longer any doubt in

his mind where his loyalty lay. If ever a guy had a case on a girl, he

did! He called the dogs over to pet and play with in an effort to calm

himself down. He hoped to hell she hadn't noticed, but his cock had

been as hard as a billy-club! There was no way he could bring himself

to use her ... it could get too dangerous, and he wasn't about to have

anything happen to her now that he'd just found her! Damn, what a

luscious creature ... and she'd called him darling! She felt it, too,

he was certain of it! And ... and what did she mean, maybe later on a

full stomach, Mr. Cannon ? What later? Christ ... did she mean ...

all the way? Why not? She was 28, been married, and ... and hadn't

known a man for over a year! Damn ... should he try? Did she want him

to ... him ... blind as a bat ... could it be for real ?

Chapter 7

Her dinner turned out superb! After, they finished the wine and held

hands across the table, both knowing for certain now where their

beautiful evening would end up. Carol couldn't shake the feeling of a

new bride on her wedding night, once she had given herself entirely to

the delicious desire of wanting it to happen. Mark was beside himself

with the churning pressure building in his too long denied loins, but

he was gallantly controlling it, though unable to hide it.

The voluptuous blonde girl couldn't keep her eyes from the telltale

bulge swelling the front of his slacks, and she was well aware when she

drew him up from the couch to dance with her that there was no turning

back!

"Y-You know what you're doing to me, don't you?" Mark whispered hotly

down into her face as he gently enfolded her inside his arm, holding

her other hand, yet unable to take the first step. "You're ... you're

just about driving me toward rape, baby! And cops aren't supposed to do

that!"

"Ex-cops, darling," Carol answered, her voice as hushed and raspy as

his, "and ... and I don't believe it'll be rape ...!"

"Christ!" he hissed through his strong, white teeth. "I must be losing

my buttons . . three years, Carol ... three years it's been! I-I think

I love you, but ... but I'm not sure! I might say anything right now

...!"

"I know, I know, Mark ... so don't say anything ... just kiss me ...!"

He did, hungrily this time, his mouth crushing down against her soft

moist lips, engulfing her as if he were about to devour her! His tongue

knifed out to slice between her teeth and into her warm, responsive

mouth, his big hands immediately smoothing down her back to encase the

firm, fleshy ovals of her buttocks, to caress and cup as he drew her

soft belly and loins up tight against his rigid cock.

"Oh Goddamn! I'm going to make love to you until neither one of us can

walk!" she heard him gasp, the long, thick length of his desire-

hardened penis throbbing hotly against her trembling belly. She

couldn't hold back the short breaths of passion escaping her lips as

they molded to his, the beautiful, lewd promise he had just made

dancing wildly in her brain, along with the heavenly feel of masculine

assurance pledged solidly against her lust-incited flesh.

"Where ?" he choked. "For God's sake, I can't wait any longer!"

Carol reached behind her and took his hand. "Come on ... in the bedroom

... like normal lovers should ...!"

"What about the dogs?"

"They're happy, too, darling ... still taken up with their steak bones.

Come on! I'm going to make you keep that promise!"

Make him keep it, Mark thought, his brain spinning crazily. She

couldn't hold him off now with a club! He heard her snap on a light and

waited, still holding her hand. When she faced him, he moved in on her

once more, pressing her willingly yielding young body tight to him, his

lips lowering hotly to hers, his tongue again probing the sweet, moist

heat of her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting the vibrant

contours of her body flow into his

"Now ... I'm going to find out for myself about those 38-26-37

statistics, baby," he whispered, "and remember ... I see with my hands

...! Then ... then I'm going to fuck you and fuck you ... just as I

promised!"

"Oh ... oh darling!" Carol mewed, sensing his blood engorged hardness

palpitating hotly against her snuggling belly and loins, her breasts

heaving with their tiny, stiffened nipples smashed against his strong

chest. "Let's hurry and get naked! Then you can find out anything ...

everything you want to know about me for yourself ...!"

Mark didn't hesitate, quickly beginning to remove his clothes. There

were no modesty hang-ups in his lust-infused brain, he mused, breathing

heavily as he stripped naked and stood there, feeling his swollen cock

poling out from his loins as if a leaded weight had been tied to the

end of it! He heard her breath catch above the rustle of her clothing,

and he moved toward the sound.

"Darling ... darling ...!" Carol hissed, her eager eyes feasting on the

long, thick length of his cock and the bloated sac of his testicles

hanging handsomely between his strong thighs. She shamelessly grasped

his bobbing penis in a gentle hand as he came close to her, curling her

fingers around its rigid hotness and feeling him jerk and gasp at her

touch. His hands reached for her and she stood perfectly still,

knowingly beginning to stroke the pulsating length of his thick sinewy

cock while his discerning fingers swept over her trembling naked

curves. At last, he lowered his head, cupped the full mound of one

rounded smooth breast and sucked its tiny, straining nipple deep into

his hot mouth! Carol swayed with erotic rapture, and he had to catch

her in his arms to keep her from losing her balance.

"Now, to the bed, little girl ... you gorgeous armful ... before I cum

right in your hand!" Mark warned with a quick intake of breath.

"You better not!" Carol whispered, kissing him quickly and drawing him

over toward her bed and then down partially on top of her. "There're

better places than my hand for that, lover!" she added, hugging his

muscular body tight to her breasts and shivering with the sensations of

burning desire building deep in her quivering belly and feverishly

moistening loins.

But she was hardly prepared for the lustful hunger that abruptly took

charge of her new friend. His eager mouth was suddenly all over her

face and throat, his lashing tongue charging deep into her open mouth,

his big hands kneading the resilient white flesh of her sensitive

breasts, twisting and rolling their tiny nipples with an almost savage

craving that took long moments before she began to fully comprehend.

Like a starved animal offered food after a famine, his strong hands,

which she knew to be gentle, ravenously searched and explored the most

intimate hollows of her susceptible young body.

Carol whimpered with passion in the face of his obvious need, her

impulse to please and satisfy him now more intense than any craving of

her own! It was bordering on maternal, she thought, as she hugged and

loved him, smoothing her own small hands possessively over the hard,

muscular flesh of his handsome male body! Oh God! Yes! She loved him

... loved him!

Mark groaned and writhed like a boy in a man's frame on top of her,

almost whining with pleasure when he bit at her neck, and she spread

her long legs wide, urging his naked body over between her claiming

thighs where she wanted him. "Hurry! Mark lover! It's been so long for

you! Let me do it all this first time! Don't even think of me ... just

yourself! Fuck me hard, darling, and fill me with your cum! Please ...

I want you to ... !"

Drawing her legs back, Carol reached down between their hungrily

pressed bodies, his searing breaths like a blowtorch against her

breasts. Never had she been so filled with warm, passionate love as at

that moment when she levered her hand down between her widespread

thighs to find the raging hot thickness of his beautiful penis! And, as

her fingers closed around its blood-hardened girth, she knew that, at

last, all things were about to come true for her ...!

To Mark, her soft hand curling once more around his frantic rod of

flesh was enough to push him over the edge! He felt her working his

sensitive foreskin back and then guiding the rubbery head inward toward

that most sought after of secret places between her legs! Then he could

feel the hot nibbling warmth of her cuntal mouth and the soft, tickling

curls of her pussy-hair grazing his cock-head as she slowly insinuated

the spongy tip ... and then she seemed to freeze, as if waiting ...!

"Oh darling, darling! " she whispered ... losing the words in a groan

which broadened as he lunged his hard-pressed cock furiously hard up

into her!

Her moist cuntal heat clasped around his aching cock like a seething

wrap of hot fluid resistance, and he gasped aloud as he began to thrust

mindlessly into her upturned pussy-mouth in long and urgent strokes

that filled her receptive vagina to greater and greater depths!

Beneath him, Carol's pinioned body quivered and trembled, her pebble-

hard nipples branding into his chest with a tight, burning pressure.

Her soft hot belly brushed against the tensed muscles of his own, and

her strong, full thighs clamped and unclamped around his hips, holding

and releasing him as the clasping inner flesh of her cunt sucked and

pulled at his lust-driven cock with a passion he had forgotten ... or

perhaps, never known!

"Oh ... oh Christ!" he groaned, sensing the seething, velvety sheath of

her inner cunt squeezing and sucking along the full length of his love-

starved rod of hardened penile flesh. He wasn't going to last two

minutes at this rate ...!

"My lover ... my lover! Fuck your Carol, darling!" she spurred him on

in raspy sensual whispers, bucking and writhing beneath him as she

hugged him down tightly to her. "Don't try to hold it back! Cum in me,

precious ... shoot it all right up into my hot belly!"

Her face moved from side to side beneath his seeing fingertips. Tiny

indentations appeared on her lush red lips where her teeth pressed them

in moments of intense passion. Then every so often her gasping mouth

came back against his, her teeth nipping at his lips, her tongue

sucking his deep inside.

"Goddamn ...!" Mark choked, pulling back. "I can't hold it back, baby!

Christ ... I'm going to cummmm ...!" he blurted as he pounded his

blood-inflated cock deep up into the burning sanctuary of her churning

belly with long and savage strokes. He could feel the boiling sperm

ready to burst from the reservoir of his over-bloated balls as they

beat a harsh tattoo against the cheeks of her upturned buttocks. He

thrust his plundering tongue to the depths of her throat, and, with

greedy, kneading hands, reached down to clutch the widespread ovals of

her ass-cheeks, hauling them up hard against his fast-driving pelvis,

slamming his now spewing cock brutally up into her unresisting cuntal

channel!

"Ahhh ... yes! Lover! Yesss! Fill meee! Fill mee with your hot love-

cum!" Carol wantonly urged him on, at the same time feeling the erotic

bubbling taking place inside her own loins as the turgid, pulsating

head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared larger and began to spurt!

She could feel the streams of white-hot semen shooting far up into her

nakedly clenching belly with the force of molten fire, churning around

her dilated vagina in a growing pool long-desired love.

Oh, how she wished she could cum with him at that very moment, but she

couldn't ... she couldn't ... not yet ... almost, but not quite!

Ooohhh! Her eyes closed and all the time he was cumming inside her, her

mouth worked and quivered and her neck strained as she threw back her

head with the intensity of her passion ...

And then, panting heavily, his strong, muscular body collapsed on top

of her while she continued to hold and caress him as she lay there

beneath him, neither of them speaking for several minutes. Finally,

Mark rolled part-way off her, but she wouldn't let him go entirely,

even after his limp penis slid wetly back out of her still nibbling

vagina. Instead, she cradled him there between her wide-open thighs and

drew his head down to rest against the softness of her rising and

falling breasts.

"W-Was it good, darling?" Carol whispered, running her fingertips over

his cheek, then lovingly through his hair.

"Damn ...!" he sighed. "It-it was ... was ... hell, there's no way to

describe it, honey ...! I just wish it could've been all the way for

you, too, the first time ... but ..."

"Shhh ... don't start apologizing. Can't you tell how happy I am?"

Carol whispered into his ear. "My belly is filled with your love, and I

wanted it to be, darling ... and now, you're relaxed ..."

"For a minute," he replied, his cheek pressed into the soft, resilient

warmth of her full breast. He kissed the smooth, yielding flesh from

the side of his mouth, then teased it with his tongue as he moved

closer to the tiny hardened nipple, sucking it between his lips in the

same sideways manner. "But I'm a long way from being finished, little

girl, as you'll see in a minute."

"MMmmm," she mewled, embracing his head tighter against her naked

breasts, her desire-filled young body gently squirming beneath him.

God, how had this wondrous man ever happened her way? She loved him ...

there was no doubt in her mind ... and she would make him love her! She

ran her fingers through his dark wavy hair while his tongue and lips

nibbling and taunting at her bursting nipples sent delightful thrills

spiraling through her. "Mark ? Yesterday, when we first met there in

the park ... did you even remotely think we might be lying together

like this ... and the very next night, at that?"

"I-I wouldn't even have dared to hope for such a spectacular when I

walked up to your door tonight!" he answered in his gentle voice. "I

still can't believe it. Things like this don't happen to a dumb blind

cop ..."

"Stop talking like that, darling," she reprimanded, brushing a finger

over his lips. "You may be blind, but, to me, you can see everything

more beautifully than anyone I've ever known. And you're anything but

dumb, my lover ... Besides, that's ex-cop ... isn't it?"

For a moment, Mark didn't answer. He hadn't been all that truthful with

her, had he? In fact, his original plans had involved an entirely

different use of her, not that he wouldn't have accepted this lusty

development in passing, but what he hadn't counted on was falling in

love with her ... and he had damned sure done that! "No ... not quite,

Carol ... Oh, I haven't lied to you, but I haven't told you the whole

truth, either. I'm still connected with the police department, working

on limited assignments where I can be of value."

"My God! Isn't that dangerous for you?"

"No more than for anyone else, and my blindness makes a good cover ..."

"But ?"

"But be quiet and let me finish," he said. "I have to tell you this.

Yesterday, when we first met, I was friendly because I thought I could

use you. And the more we talked, the more certain I was. You were

situated perfectly, living right here in this building. And then when

you invited me to dinner ... well, that was when I intended to offer

you the proposition ..."

"What proposition ?"

"I'm not finished yet. Just listen to me for a moment," he insisted.

"Then, yesterday, after I got back to my apartment, I couldn't get you

out of my mind. Your voice haunted me. I tried to picture what you

looked like ... even wondered if you were a classy hooker, but that

didn't fit with you living in Westland ... and, pretty soon, I didn't

know what to think ... except that I didn't want to take a chance on

getting you involved. I could hardly sleep last night thinking about

you, and today ... well dammit, my brain just kept going around in

circles! Then, tonight ... and now this ... making love, lying here as

we are ... I know now ... I'm in love with you, baby ... honest!"

He moved up and kissed her then, their arms clinging tightly around

each other's naked body, the depth of their feeling flowing from one

into the other with warm, passionate vibrance. But, when he raised his

head, Carol said, "What was that proposition, darling?"

"It doesn't matter now ..."

"Yes, it does matter! If it's so dangerous, then you shouldn't be

involved! Besides, you said I was perfectly situated, living right here

in this building. Please, Mark, I'm going to be frightened if you don't

tell me," Carol pressed. "What were you expecting me to do?"

"Well ... actually, very little," he replied, wondering how brilliant

he was being in telling her. "I ... I just wanted you to keep an eye on

the next apartment ... you know, the manager's, and record the number

of people who come there each day, something of what they look like,

and if the same ones kept coming back. The department would've paid you

..."

"You mean the Whites' apartment?" Carol asked, wanting to be sure.

"Yes ... but it doesn't matter now. I don't want you to get involved.

It might be dangerous ..."

"Then it's dangerous for you too!" she repeated, a cold little chill

shivering over her naked body as she visualized Ed White in her mind.

Then, several things clicked in her brain. It did seem that Peggy's

buzzer rang a great many times every day ... and she had left this

morning in such a fear-filled hurry, warning her to leave there ...!

"Mark, this morning, Ed White's wife left him. She was haggard and

frightened ... came over to say good-bye to me, and ..."

In detail, Carol related the story, but was careful not to hint at

anything that might give away her forbidden episode the night before.

Certainly, that skeleton was better forgotten and swept into the

closet! He listened to her every word in silence, then said, "Peggy was

right, Carol. It's best that you leave here as soon as possible ..."

"No! I won't unless you give up whatever it is, too!" she insisted with

a firmness that made him realize she was no clinging vine ... and maybe

he liked that.

"I can't baby; it's my job ...!"

"And mine from now on is to look after you! I'm going to stay right

here and help you! After all, what's so dangerous in peeking out my

door whenever I hear their buzzer ring? No, Mark, I'm not leaving here

until you go with me! I'm going to help you!"

Mark couldn't do anything but smile down at her, she was so damned

emphatic about it ... and maybe she was right. It would only be as

risky as she made it, and she had a damned good mind ... nothing stupid

in that beautiful head. But just to think that she wanted help was

enough. Christ, what a luscious creature! No girl had ever come close

to turning him on the way she did -- not even Nancy -- and this was

only the beginning! He kissed her and began to stroke his hand down

over the curved nakedness of her round, full breasts, exploring again,

but more discerningly this time. "I won't say no, honey ... but let's

talk later, when I don't have all this soft loveliness to distract me

... and this time, it's your turn, little girl."

"Oh lover! Mark lover ..." Carol moaned as she felt his long thick

penis stirring against her thigh once more. She slipped her arms up

around his neck while he eased his tongue between the waiting moistness

of her lips and she began to suck gently on it, nibbling with tiny

sharp nips and feeling with her fingers the muscular shudder that moved

up his naked back.

Mark felt her squirming to work one leg between his, then felt the

pressure of her smooth, warm thigh against his swelling cock, bringing

it quickly to a renewed, hurting hardness. He grunted, feeling the

seminal wetness from its tiny end-slit smearing against her leg.

"Mark ... Mark ... You've made me so happy! I-I want to know every

wonderful inch of you!" she whispered, her fingers toying at the back

of his neck, her warm breath beginning to increase in tempo against his

face. She let him move back in between her yawning legs once more,

loving him cradled that way on top of her. She kissed him, darting her

hot tongue wetly up into his mouth, and then in and out in a lewd

little semblance of what she really wanted. His big hands trailed down

her sides following the symmetrical contours of her waist and hips and

finally beneath her to the smooth fleshy ovals of her buttocks, cupping

the rounded mounds in his palms and splayed fingers. She clung

excitedly to him, then stroked her own hands down over his lean, hard

flesh, searching eagerly into the private hollows of his body. Her head

swam with the thrilling delight of their finding each other ... of that

very moment ... of her fulfillment to come! Oh, how she needed him ...

how she was always going to need him ... how she would love him forever

and ever and ever ...!

She squirmed again beneath him, whispering for him to move his legs on

the outside of hers once more and he did, his long thick hardness

pressing hotly against the supple flesh at the juncture of her thighs,

its blunt bulbous head splitting the narrow hair-fringed slit between

her cunt-lips to gently nudge at her tiny clitoris. She undulated her

hips to increase the wild erotic stimulation and then lifted them while

she moved her arms around beneath her buttocks and, with the fingers of

both hands, spread her flushed wet vaginal lips open wider to him,

offering a greater tensing contact for his cock with her love-

sensitized cunt-flesh. Then she dropped back onto the bed, his

throbbing hot length caught tightly up between her hotly pressuring

thighs.

Mark's brain began to swirl again with the sensuous pleasures of her

voluptuously inviting body. Christ! He'd forgotten it could be like

this, that a man could completely lose all sense of perspective once he

lay caught between a lovely girl's legs, and she was surely the most

enticing female he'd ever known! He trailed his hands over the soft

curves of her naked body again and again, unable to get enough of her,

while she began a slow rhythmic undulation with her hips and buttocks.

He could feel the long, smooth muscles and tendons beneath her satiny

flesh ripple lightly, and thought again with lustful anticipation about

how her thighs had felt pressing firmly around his hips only moments

ago when his pulsating cock had been buried deep up between them.

She mewled like a kitten beneath him, mashing her lips up against his,

writhing her smooth, flat belly tight to his own, her long nails

sensuously taunting the flesh of his back as he drew her hot, cum-

drenched loins more snugly up to his. He tasted the delicious sweetness

of her passion-heated mouth while he moved up and down slowly, the full

length of his desire-hardened cock insinuating itself along her wide-

split cuntal flesh and massaging it to greater and lewder wetness with

every passing second. Again, he caught her lush ass-cheeks in the palms

of his hands, feeling them grow taut and then relax as she began a more

frantic rotation up against his crazily throbbing loins, until abruptly

those long, shapely legs showed their strength, pulling out from

beneath him on either side, flailing into the air and finally

encircling him to press crab-like against the backs of his thighs in an

effort to lock him tighter into her body.

"Oooohhhhh ... now, lover ... now! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me before I

go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her labored breath hot on his

face, her hand worming down between their obscenely aroused bodies to

grasp his aching cock and guide it properly into the tight little mouth

of her quivering vagina.

Mark grunted as he felt her fingers close around his blood-swollen

hardness, unable to hold himself back any longer. With a decisive

movement of his raised hips, he drove forward with a resounding fleshy

smack deep up into the sizzling heat of her greedily absorbing cunt.

"Ooooohhh!" he heard her whimper with pleasure beneath him, while the

amazing tightness of her vagina sheathed his bursting cock with a

feverish hold that raised another guttural grunt of delight from deep

in his throat.

He thrust hard, sending his lust-starved cock farther up into her

burning cunt with hellish force, driving and pounding, the flow of her

cuntal secretions coating his shaft with a slippery frictional wetness

that drove him wildly on. He felt the bloated, spongy knob of his cock

pummeling up against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside, while

his re-inflated balls swatted hard up between the undulating cheeks of

her buttocks.

Carol wailed with the pleasure-filled pain, writhing in a moment of

unexpected brief agony as the huge head of his thundering hardness

punished the secret depths of her ravished belly. But it was the way

she wanted it ... the way she had learned to love it ... the way Jonny

had always fucked her ... the way she had feared she would never know

it again! With open mouth, she whined uncontrollably, but her little

cry of torment only seemed to incite her policeman-lover toward greater

lust as he drove harder, grinding his hairy pelvis hard into the fleshy

give of her soft, vulnerable loins. She felt him flexing his deep-sunk

penis at the very apex of his stroke to raise a further groan of

masochistically desired pain from her lips ... then he paused

momentarily, and she gasped for breath, running her clutching hands

over his naked flesh in joy-filled hunger.

Little purring sounds of lust continued to tumble from her lips as she

lay beneath him completely subjugated to his meagerest whim, entirely

impaled on his love-famished, cock-flesh probing the intimate depths of

her churning belly. Mark panted like he might if he had just run a

mile, looking down at her as if he could see her. Oh Christ, what he

wouldn't give if he could! He brought one hand up to tenderly read her

facial expression, his lust increasing when his brain visualized the

wanton look of slave-like passion his fingertips found there! God! What

a breathtaking creature! Nancy could never have even stood in her

shadow ... and she loved him ... loved the way he was fucking her! A

feeling of almost sadistic intoxication swept through him, causing him

to flex the inflamed, blood-engorged head of his aching cock again and

again, knowing that she wanted that, and raising a series of gurgling

moans from her sensually gasping throat.

They didn't speak; there was no need for words. They'd found each other

in shared desire, he realized, as she labored hungrily up against him

and he ground harder into the burning wet flesh of her cock-hugging

cunt, feeling her arch her voluptuous loins needfully up to him. Her

movements lifted both of them from the bed as she whimpered

incessantly, and he began his thrusting tempo once more. He felt her

clasping thighs tighten and release around him as she started to work

up and down his hardened rod of cock-flesh with her eagerly milking

vagina until they had established a mutual rhythm. Her head started to

loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side while he listened to

her lips murmuring in his ear in impassioned abandon.

"Oh ... ooohhh ... my lover ... my handsome darling! You're

magnificent! I love you! Don't ever leave me, Mark! Promise you'll

never leave me, darling! I'll do anything you want!" Carol whimpered

and begged. "Oooohhh ... You're so violently gentle! You're driving me

crazy with love for you! Do more! Take me any way you want! Hurt me,

darling! Make me love it ... Put your finger in my ass ... Shove it

right up inside! Do it, lover ... please ...!"

Her lewd plea set off a roaring current of lust within him, and it

raced through his twitching cock, thundered through his brain and his

clutching hands! Mark pressed his fingers underneath her, into the

smooth, widespread crevice between her upraised buttocks and found the

tiny, puckered circle of her anus with his extended middle finger. The

undulating nether circle was wet from a thin rivulet of warm moisture

that had dribbled down from where his throbbing cock was fucking

insanely up into her cunt. He felt her shiver as he caressed her there,

teasing her and lubricating the small fleshy ring more with the balled

pad of his finger before probing inside. He sensed her full-mounded

buttocks leaning back toward his hand, onto his stiffened finger length

while he pressed forward, surprised at first at the resistance he met.

In a sudden elastic pop, the rubbery flesh seemed to open up like a

small mouth to suck his finger up inside to the first knuckle-joint!

Carol lurched beneath him almost as if she were trying to escape the

sudden intrusion, but he knew different.

"Oh ... Ooooohhh! Yes ... Yes, my darling! You hurt me so beautifully,

Mark! No wonder I love you! Oooohhh ... more now ... slowly ... more,

darling! All the way ... and fuck me hard ... HARD!!!"

Mark wondered if he wasn't going dum-dum in his own crazily building

lust. His brain was a sponge, saturated with carnal need, and his cock

was screaming with the strain, as if he could never cum again. And, if

he didn't cum pretty soon, he knew he'd go stark raving bananas! He

thrust his obscenely imbedded finger farther up into the clasping heat

of her tight, spongy rectum, simultaneously increasing the stroke of

his charging cock up into the seething wetness of her pussy. He felt

her absorbing rectal walls generating the heat of her passion into the

length of his finger, buried now to the palm of his hand, and she

bleated with the masochistic pleasure-pain which had obviously taken

control over her, just as it always had with Nancy ... but never, never

like this beautiful girl lying naked beneath him now in wanton ecstasy!

The love-crazed young blonde skewered her buttocks shamelessly back

down onto his stiffened middle finger, searching, pleading, encircling

it in the hotly clutching depths of her nether passage, seeming to

revel in its unnatural presence as he rotated it wildly up inside her

there! At the same time, Mark could feel the in-and-out plunges of his

sperm-heavy cock through the thin partition of flesh separating her two

brutally filled passages ... feeling his throbbing cock with his lewdly

exploring middle finger and feeling his fingertip against the hardened

flesh of his straining penis!

Christ! It ... she ... all of it, was just too much! He was sure as

hell going to cry "uncle" if he didn't cum again soon! Three years of

emptiness, and then suddenly this! She had to understand ... she said

that she loved him! And ... and he loved her! Goddamn ... yes, he loved

her ... loved her! And that's why he wasn't about to give up! He loved

her ...!

He tried to establish a combination fucking rhythm of finger and cock,

until he was driving furiously up into her in syncopated unison. He had

to make her cum ... had to! Carol groaned and writhed her naked body

wantonly beneath him on the bed. He felt her long, shapely legs yawning

wide to give him the greatest possible access in his ravishment of her

steaming, susceptible loins! Abruptly, he realized that his throbbing

cock was expanding still more, growing inside her to the point where he

knew it would soon erupt! He sensed the ever-increasing, needle-like

pressure building incredulously in his bloated testicles, and knew the

end was coming.

Shit, he had to do something, or it was going to be all over for him,

but the shouting! He began slamming into her with longer, harder

strokes as his finger drubbed her wide-stretched rectal channel. She

gripped him tightly across his back with her wrapping legs, her face

beneath the seeing fingertips of his free hand contorted in a lewd mask

of animal lust, and he hoped to Christ that she was getting ready to

cum! He just couldn't last another minute! Then ... he heard the

distinctly different little moans gurgling deep in her throat and felt

her thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto his

raging cock and backward onto his plunging middle finger to the fierce

tempo of his desperate, last-ditch fucking!

"Oooohhh ... harder, Mark! Fuck me harder! Oooohhh ... harder, my

lover!" Carol cried, digging her little heels into the flesh of his

back. Suddenly, she drew back her legs until they were locked over his

shoulders, presenting him with the total widespread plateau of her

passion-inflamed loins. Her eyes, like her teeth, were clamped tightly

together, her lovely face twisting and straining as her orgasm came

over her!

"Oooooh Goddd ... darling ... I'm cummmmiuinngg ...!"

She whimpered, cried out, then actually screamed, pulling her thighs

back tighter until the whole of her hungrily devouring cunt was offered

up to him in passionate sacrifice! She thrust her hips ceilingward with

bruising force, her mouth falling loosely open, her nostrils flaring

wide! Wail after wail squealed up out of her as she skewered her

climaxing loins up onto his battering cock and clung there while the,

seething, slick walls of her slaving vagina milked omnivorously at his

screaming cock like the greedy little mouth of a starving child!

The violence of her ecstasy stunned him for a moment! Christ, he'd

never seen anything like that, let alone been a part of it! It stayed

his own orgasm with just the incredible wonder of her, but he continued

to hammer into her, feeling the warm gushes of wet, sticky cum bathing

his charging cock! It foamed out around his painful hardness to drench

his hairy loins and flood his hotly pulsating balls! She jerked and

lurched beneath him, the nibbling lips and ravenous vaginal throat of

her amazing cunt drawing feverishly at his bursting cock! And, as her

breathing labored in short, panting gasps, Mark sensed his boiling

sperm racing up the length of his spasming cock with mind-bending

sensation. It wracked his naked frame as it surged from the tip of his

cock like water from a fire hose, far up into her quivering hot belly!

It jerked and spewed fitfully inside her, while she ground her hungrily

swallowing cunt possessively up tight onto its buried depths.

"Oh darling, darling ... pump all of it up into me ... every drop! It's

mine ... mine ... all mine!" Carol mumbled, her thighs quaking, her

belly trembling with the unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was

emptying into her. At last, he fell in exhaustion on top of her, and

once more she hugged him inside her caressing arms.

She sighed from deep in her chest, her legs falling shamelessly limp

and open, while her heart pounded. Her sensual body had been satisfied

... dear God, yesss ... totally and beautifully satisfied ...

Chapter 8

Sultan watched with keen interest as his golden-haired mistress flitted

about the shabby apartment, continuously humming a pleasant little tune

as she busied herself. Her pretty face seemed bright, more so than he

had seen it in a long time. It pleased him when she was this way, and

he lay down in his favorite corner where he could observe her every

move.

Carol could never remember being happier in her life! She felt as if

she were floating about in a dream world too beautiful and impossible

to be real. She knew it was real, yet she had to keep pinching herself

to make certain she was awake. She was in love, not the Jonny Gains

type of superficial love, but deep emotional love that was vibrantly

alive inside her young body every single instant, even while she'd

slept, and she knew with all of her heart that Mark Cannon felt the

same! What a joy it had been to burst out of bed this morning, her

brain saturated with the memories of her magnificent new lover!

Even the apartment had suddenly taken on a glow of splendor for her,

and she realized that it was all because they had shared such an

enchanting evening there last night, finding each other, then making

breathtaking love, the likes of which she had only dared dream of. Oh,

what a great life they were going to have together, and the thrills

ahead in just the planning of it! He would come tonight, her darling

and his beautiful Queenie, to begin discussing those plans and to set a

date for their wedding, and she wanted everything neat and perfect for

him.

She would have a report to give him too. Already there had been four

young men and a girl who'd rung Ed White's buzzer, stayed only a matter

of minutes, then left. It was difficult to see their faces without

opening her door wide, but what she had seen of them, she'd tried to

mentally record, so that she would know them if they came back.

Carol smiled to herself. How determined Mark had been about her not

having any part in this business, whatever it was. But when she'd

stomped her foot, insisting that she wouldn't have it any other way if

he was going to carry on with it, he'd finally given in, hugging her

and begging her to be careful. She'd loved that, but surprisingly

enough, she was intrigued with the whole idea more than the slightest

bit frightened. After all, she was perfectly safe in doing a little

peeking; besides, she had Sultan to protect her. And, speaking of that

handsome darling, he should be out in the backyard getting some

exercise!

"Would you like to go outside, Sully baby?" Carol cooed at him, walking

over and bending down to pet his massive head. God, she couldn't forget

the delicious sensual pleasure he had brought her either, when there

had been no one else but the two of them. Her faithful and gallant

protector ... with love-brimming eyes ... she wondered if he was

jealous? Did dogs of his brainy caliber know that bitter human emotion?

She hoped not because she loved him so much, and she'd never, never

knowingly hurt him. And then, it struck her that perhaps his canine

affections had suddenly been transferred toward Queenie! Could that be?

"Do ... do you like Queenie?" Carol heard herself ask, surprised at the

resentful feeling she abruptly felt. He had gotten to his feet, and she

kissed him between the eyes, holding his big head between her small

hands. His tail wagged, but was it in response to her affection or the

sound of Queenie's name? "Y-You wouldn't let anyone take Carol's place

... would you, darling? She's always going to need you. We've been

through so much together ... I'd be lost without you, baby ... and ...

and we'll still have our secret times, I promise! So don't you run off

after some new girl friend and desert me. Promise? Do you? Well,

promise ...!"

The towering German shepherd with ears erect and tail waving excitedly,

barked then and Carol kissed him again before straightening up,

satisfied that she hadn't lost the loyal attachment of her animal-

darling. "All right, lover, come on, Mama's going to let you outside

for a while, but you just remember your promise, eh?"

Closing the back door behind him, the happy, blonde-haired girl

remembered that she had yet to shower and dress. She had hopped out of

bed to the warm, California sunshine filled with an exuberance which

had left her spinning. Tossing a housecoat over her nakedness, she had

almost danced toward the small kitchen to make coffee, and, after a

quick breakfast, had begun preparing for Mark's visit, which was at

least twelve hours away! She had been and still was that happy! But it

was time for a shower ...

The faint sound of the door buzzer in the next apartment interrupted

her thoughts. Momentarily, Carol enjoyed the thrill of excitement

rippling upward over her naked curves beneath the housecoat. It was

like a movie or TV play, and she was the secret agent! And it was for

real, too, for the department was going to pay for her, Mark had said.

But it was so simple, and hardly dangerous, she thought, gliding toward

her front door and silently opening it to catch a quick glimpse of the

teenage girl with the long brown hair. She couldn't be over seventeen,

and dressed so cutely ... Then, she disappeared inside and Carol waited

with her door still cracked open ... waited for perhaps three to five

minutes before the enticing young girl left, walking flippantly toward

the building's front entrance. She closed her door and dashed to the

front window to see the teenager climb into an expensive sports car

driven by a long-haired boy. She watched them speed off, at the same

time mentally recording the license number and wheeling away to find

pencil and paper ... Mark had never expected her to be that alert!

Carol hurried in the shower, hopeful that she wasn't missing any of Ed

White's callers. With a haphazard toweling, she dried herself, caught

up her negligee hanging behind the bathroom door and hustled toward the

living room. She went to the front window, saw nothing unusual to

arouse her, then, for a moment, concentrated on the windows of the

fourth floor across the way. Behind them, her darling Mark was doing

whatever he did this time of day! God! How she loved him, and very,

very soon she would be doing anything and everything for him ...

Her own buzzer jarred the reverie so warmly sweeping over her. Carol

stiffened upright, trying to tie the sound into something familiar.

Peggy was gone! Was it Mark? She might have missed him walking into the

building if she'd gotten to the window too late ... Who else? It

sounded again, more pressing this time. She wished she'd kept Sultan

inside with her as she walked toward the door ...

His foot came against it in a blocking barrier the moment Carol drew

the door a few inches inward! The first thing she saw was his grin, the

invariable cold chill coiling up her spine at the sight! Reflexively,

she leaned her weight against the door, but she couldn't close it!

"Good morning, Miss Dorsett," Ed White spoke through a leer.

"Wh-What do you want?" Carol managed, drawing the folds of her sheer

negligee tighter together and trying to shield her thinly covered

breasts with her arms as she desperately attempted to force the door

closed, her whole body tensing with fear at his resistance!

"Just a little chat, lady," he said, applying his powerful weight and

easily pushing the door, and her, inward!

Carol fell back, one hand dropping to modestly clutch at the wispy

covering she had ridiculously answered the door in, endeavoring to hide

what she knew was visible through the see-through garment while her

other arm and hand feebly tried to do the same over her full breasts.

By then, the big, white-haired man had crowded into her living room and

was closing the door behind him ... and locking it! He continued to

leer at her, his lead-gray eyes raking over her near-nakedness with

open lechery. His tongue appeared to lick at his lips and then ... in

one fast glance, Carol even thought she could see his penis stir in the

front of his dirty pants ...!

"J-Just what do you think you're doing?" she shot at him, fighting to

keep the frightened quiver from her voice. "Get out of here this

instant ...!"

"Keep cool, baby ... you and me have to talk!" he hissed at her, his

mean eyes lewdly running up and down her nearly exposed young curves.

"You've been clocking my friends since seven this morning ... and that

ain't Kosher. Could it be that you're working with Mr. Fuzz ... like

that blind creep across the street?" He laughed a harsh, grating sound.

"Surprise you, doll?" You think old Ed don't know what's going on ...

like you meeting with him in the park yesterday and him coming here

last night?" Again he chortled, "For the record, Miss Dorsett, I've had

that blind crumb pegged for weeks ... but now, you've entered the game

... and you're too close for comfort, as the saying goes!"

It was long seconds before the blunt meaning of his words took their

full, stunning effect on Carol, though she realized that regardless of

what he had said she would have been terrified, she so feared and

detested the brutish man. But he had specifically mentioned Mark, and

from that moment on her growing fright was for him, her own situation

hardly mattering. Her brain raced as the protective instincts of her

newborn love reared up in defense, and she said with a cold, steady

voice, "I don't know what you're trying to get at, Mr. White, but so

far you've said nothing but a lot of gibberish! If you're referring to

Mr. Cannon, he is a friend and nothing more! And ... and that's all I

have to say to you, now get out of here before ... before I turn Sultan

loose on you!"

Ed White grinned without moving, "You're a spunky little bitch, ain't

you? But you're wasting your breath, baby. As for the mutt, you just

let him outside, which I been hoping you'd do for over an hour." He was

bringing something out of his back pants-pocket then, a small leather-

cased object resembling a camera and toying with it in his big hands.

"Know what this is, Miss Dorsett? It's a little tape-recorder. Tiny,

ain't it? And handy as hell. You'd be amazed the things you can do with

it ... like a woman, she can carry it right inside her purse, snap it

on and leave it there ... just record a whole conversation without

anybody knowing it. Take this one for instance ..." he said, his eyes

gleaming as he pressed the switch and a crackling sound followed ...

then a voice, a gasping female voice ...!

"OH GOD, PEG ... I DON'T KNOW! T-THIS IS ABSOLUTELY OBSCENE ... BEING

FUCKED BY A DOG!"

"YES ... IT IS; ISN'T, IT BABY! ... AND YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT! WAIT

... I'LL FIX THE VANITY MIRROR SO YOU CAN WATCH!"

If she had been stunned before, Carol was horrified now at the

recognition of her own lustful voice and its lurid exclamation! She

sensed her mouth falling loosely open and the blood rushing into her

face as she gaped at the menacing man who stood leering down at her.

Petrified in rising shame, she could do nothing but stare at him, while

panting whimpers and lewd wet sounds of sucking continued to fill the

room from the monstrous little gadget in his hands!

"HELP HIM, CAROL! FOR GOD'S SAKE, HOW CAN YOU STAND THE WAITING! JUST

WATCHING IS ABOUT TO DRIVE ME LOONEY! GO ON, GRAB AHOLD OF IT AND PUT

IT IN FOR HIM ...!"

"UNH, UNH, UNH, OOOOHHHHHH GOOODDDDDD!"

"OOOHHHHHH ... MY LOVER, SULTAN BABY! FUCK ME, DARLING! FUCK YOUR

CAROL! HARDER BABY! HARDER ... OH, HARDERRRRRRR ...!"

Tears burst from Carol's eyes and she covered her face with her hands,

her whole body suddenly convulsing with the sobs choking from her. "Oh

God, stop it! Stop it, please ..." she begged, slumping down onto the

couch, her half-undressed state forgotten in the overwhelming disgrace

of being shamefully exposed.

"There's a lot more, baby. I just happened to pick that part out for

you," Ed White tormented. "I kind of liked the part where Peg's eating

your cunt, and then later, when you're eating her out and the Goddammed

mutt is fucking the hell out of you ..."

"Oh please ... please stop!" the tear-choked girl pathetically pleaded.

"Oooohhhhh ... why ... why did she do this to me? How could she ... my

God ?"

"Because I made her do it, baby!" Ed White answered in his grating

voice. "She had no choice if she knew what was good for her! She does

what I say, or daddy cuts off her junk, and that, little old Peggy

can't take for very long, eh? Oh, don't worry, she'll be back, doll.

She's got to have her stuff. This ain't the first time she's walked out

on me."

He laughed while Carol stared up at him with unbelievable repugnance,

the meaning of his words slowly and appallingly registering in her

sickened mind. Peggy was an addict! Oh, the poor girl ...! But ... but

why had this despicable brute made her do such a thing ?

Carol didn't have to ask, only listen.

"Yesterday," the manager was saying, "after I saw you and that blind

fuzz talking in the park, I knew I had to figure some way to get you in

the bag, chick. You could be cop yourself, but that don't quite gell

with me. I figure Cannon's using you, probably paying you one way or

another ... maybe with his cock, though I can't figure a luscious bitch

like you falling for a blind fink ...

"Leave him out of this, damn you!" Carol spat hungrily up at him.

"You're not even fit to speak his name! And you're wrong ... all wrong

about everything you said ...!"

"Soooo ... that's the way it is, eh?" the massive man sneered, then

made a guttural little laugh. "You're hot for each other! Well goddamn,

now ain't that just perfect, though? I wonder ... do you suppose your

cock-man would like to bend am ear to this tape I just played for you?

He might like to know that his little dollie eats a bit of pussy and

digs a good dog-fucking, being an animal lover himself!"

"Y-You wouldn't ...!" Carol gasped, half-under her breath as she stared

in growing panic at his cruel, grinning face, knowing even as she said

it that there was nothing too loathsome for him to stoop to!

"Oh, I would, baby, and I will, if it's necessary ... but we might be

able to work something out ... you and me. I'm a reasonable guy once

you get to know me." Suddenly, he dropped down onto the couch beside

her, the sweaty smell of him stinging her sensitive nostrils as she

inwardly cringed at his nearness. "Of course, it's going to take a

little cooperation on your part, but under the circumstances I figure

you'll be willing. Right?"

"Wh-what do you expect me to do?" the frightened, divorced girl heard

her own question.

"Well, now ... first, you draw that fuzz bastard off my back. Make up a

story, whatever you want, but make me look clean ... otherwise, I'll

have to see that he's worked over good ... maybe eliminated

altogether!"

His easily spoken statements came at her as if he were talking about

the weather, their cold deadliness inciting a feeling of utter terror

inside her, totally destroying any resistance she might have known. For

one brief instant, she visualized Mark's body savagely beaten ... and

lifeless! Dear God, he didn't realize the ruthlessness of this animal!

He was underestimating him ...!

"Well?" Ed White's voice jarred her.

"I-I ... supposing he won't listen to me?" she managed, her green eyes

reflecting the painful anxiety she was feeling. "How can I make him do

something he ?"

"That's your problem, honey!" the big man snapped. "Mine is to shed

him! That's why I decided to get you to help me." He was grinning once

more and meaningfully toying with the damning tape-recorder Peggy had

carried in her purse that lewd night ... "But that's just part of the

cooperation I expect from you, Miss Dorsett," he went on, suddenly

moving his big, hot hand forward to suggestively settle on the

negligee-shaded flesh just above her knee. "The rest involves sex ...

you and me, baby ... right here ... and right now ...!"

Chapter 9

The room had begun to spin for Carol ... and had yet to stop! In the

center of the whirlpool she saw the abominable grinning mouth of Ed

White opening and closing as it seemed to come closer and closer to

her!

"You fainted on me, kid," his gruff voice came down to her.

She saw then that she was stretched out on the couch and that she was

covered by her negligee now draped carelessly over her. The white-

haired man was on his knees beside her, a glass in his hand, and she

could taste the burning liquid he had poured into her mouth.

"Wh-What ?"

"You'll be okay m a minute," he said, watching her. "I found some

brandy and gave you a jolt."

Carol lay perfectly still for the passing of long seconds, trying to

pull her wits together, before she realized that the apartment house

manager's huge hand was cupping her naked breast beneath the flimsy

negligee ... causing a sense of repulsion to sweep through her! He'd

stripped her naked while she was unconscious! Oh Mark ...! She moaned

and tried to raise up, pushing at his hand at the same time, but he

only clutched tighter into the sensitive, resilient flesh and caught at

her long hair to jerk her back down!

"L-Let me up! Take your filthy hands off me, damn you!" the frightened

blonde cried, her brain starting to whirl again.

"No way, baby ... or maybe you'd like to hear that tape again!" he

rasped, his brutish face so close to her own that she could smell his

obnoxious breath. And as he spoke and grinned at her she could feel his

strong fingers cruelly gnarling the tiny nipple of her breast still

acutely sensitive from Mark's hands last night. "You and me are going

to have a wild little party of our own, doll. Nothing too fancy, but

enough to shake the goddamned hots I've been having for you for over a

week now!"

Carol stared at him in panic, his big hand entangled in her hair

holding her head securely down. The negligee had fallen to her waist

and her naked white breasts were completely exposed to his lecherous

eyes engorging on them with vulgar lust. She knew she was no match for

him physically, but if she could only think of something ...!

"I-I'll give you money ... anything else you want," Carol babbled

crazily as his huge hand kneaded and clutched the firm smooth mound,

pinching at the tiny hardened nipple painfully with cruel thumb and

forefinger. "Oohhh ... please don't ... please ?"

"I like the part about the money," he said, suddenly moving his

tormenting hand to grasp the negligee and toss it onto the floor behind

him. "Where'll you get it? From your ex-husband's alimony?" He

sniggered. "Don't give me that shit, baby! You haven't got a dime!

You're in the bag and you know it!"

Tears blinded her as she tried to think of any way she could stop him.

She started to tell him Mark was coming soon, but thought better of

that. God, she didn't want to get him anymore involved than he already

was! Instead, she began to struggle, squirming and kicking her long,

strong legs, but the huge man beside her only laughed, twisting his

hand harder m her hair until she thought he was going to scalp her! She

fell back onto the couch defeated, a groan of despair bubbling up out

of her throat as suddenly he fastened his teeth into the hardened

little nipple of her defenseless breast, while simultaneously his other

big hand moved possessively down over her cringing belly to the soft,

blonde curls covering the fleshy mound between her legs!

"No one's going to bother us, baby. I've locked the door," Ed White

hissed, raising his wet lips from their lurid abuse. "It's just you and

me for the next hour or so, and I promise not to get rough as long as

you cooperate. So ... just open your pretty legs for Daddy. He wants to

see how that tight little pussy feels, the way Cannon does!"

Carol lay rigid, immobile, her brain unable to comprehend this horror

that had suddenly swept into the very privacy of her own apartment! She

was afraid to move, and at the same time, afraid not to follow Ed

White's obscene commands! Again, she thought of Mark being savagely

beaten in his vulnerable blindness ... and then a twinge of pain

shattered her thoughts. She whimpered helplessly as the sharpness of

his dirty fingernails dug at the rising swell of her soft young pussy

mound.

"Aagghhh ...!" Carol winced at the repeated lewd torment, jerking her

legs apart.

"That always works, baby ... just a good healthy pinch right above the

cunt. Wider though, doll ... come on, spread 'em wider ... wider!" he

commanded, Carol responding until she knew the tender pinkness between

the fleshy, curl-fringed lips concealing her vagina was now lewdly

exhibited to him.

He shifted downward on his knees toward the center of her nakedly

stripped body, his big hand still hurtfully locked in her hair,

imprisoning her head. She heard his lustful grunt and knew that he was

gaping down at her helplessly displayed genitals. Her body jerked in

reflex when she felt his thick fingers brush obscenely at her pussy's

sensitive outer folds. They began to play there, pressing the love-

swollen lips together so that the smooth soft flesh folded provokingly

around her tiny clitoris, bringing it to a quivering, unwanted

erection. Then with a fanning motion of his fingers he spread those

lips wide apart, revealing to his lecherous eyes the moistening ovalled

mouth of her tight cuntal passage, her entire pink crevice splayed

debasingly open to him!

He lowered his big head slowly downward between her wide-held thighs

until his face was less than an inch above her unprotected loins, and

suddenly as her belly recoiled, he pursed his lips and blew his breath

against the nakedly victimized flesh. An uncontrollable tremor rippled

over the prostrate girl's smoothly rounded curves, a gasp escaping her

lips.

"Feel good, baby ... like a little feather tickling that delicate pussy

flesh?" Ed White taunted, looking up at her shame-contorted face, the

lascivious expression stretching his wet mouth only embarrassing her

further. He snickered and she saw again the sadistic gleam in his mean

eyes. "Tell me, doll, does that blind fucker like to eat your cunt?"

Carol refused to answer his filthy jeering. She tried to roll her head

away so that she wouldn't have to look at him, but his hand in her hair

held her tight. She could do nothing but close her eyes and moan in

shame.

"Don't like my questions, eh, Miss Dorsett?" he leered. "You know, I

can't figure that out either ... a bitch like you who eats pussy and

enjoys a good dog-fucking. But maybe you'll be a little more friendly

after I play the tape through for Cannon, eh?"

"No! No, you can't!" Carol blurted, opening her eyes wide. "You said

that ... that if I cooperated, you wouldn't ...!"

"Shit, you don't call this cooperating for Christ's sake, do you?" he

snarled. "Look, bitch, I don't intend to have to rape you! You either

give willingly, and any goddamned way I want it, or your copper cock-

man gets the working over of his life plus an earful of that tape! You

dig me clear?"

Carol groaned, fighting to hold back the burning tears flooding her

eyes. "Ooohhh ... God, God, Goddd!" she whimpered, knowing there was no

way on earth she could avoid it ... nothing she could do but submit to

the manager's perverted lusts, unless she was prepared to watch Mark

and her future happiness totally destroyed!

She gave a start as White's hairy fingers continued their lewd stroking

and stretching at the tender opening of her helplessly displayed pussy

flesh, desperately forcing herself to lie still and endure it. The

sooner it was over with the better, and it would be over that much

quicker if she didn't prolong it by resisting.

"Well, bitch?" he spat, shoving two fingers cruelly up into her

unprepared vagina, the torment spreading like a flame through her

tender belly, raising a pitiful groan to hiss through her tightly

clenched teeth. He probed viciously around up inside her, his thumb

massaging the tiny bud of her hardened clitoris to send near-maddening

sensations of pain curiously mixed with pleasure charging through her

toward her brain. Suddenly, he let go of her hair and was sliding his

free hand down beneath the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, pushing them

up tighter onto his brutally thrusting fingers. She bit at her lip to

stifle a low, throaty moan as frantic little impulses of irresistible

desire began to stir deep in her defensively clenching belly.

Ooohhh ...! Was it possible that ... that this ... this brutish bastard

could arouse so erotic a feeling inside her ... when she detested him

so? Ooohhh ...! Whatever he was doing, it was actually exciting her,

she couldn't deny that! At ... at least, though, it would make her

degradation that much more bearable ...!

"Now ... that-s better, baby!" Ed White hissed, grinning as he felt her

beginning to undulate her soft, sparsely haired loins uncontrollably up

to his probing fingers. "Daddy's starting to get to you, eh?" He pulled

his hand from beneath her buttocks and grasped her smaller hand in his,

placing it down between his legs. "Take it out!" he demanded. "Go on!

Get it out and see what old Ed's got in store for you!"

Carol couldn't help but remember what Peggy had said about it being big

... long and thick ... makes me cum five, six, seven times ...! She

closed her eyes and felt her way while his thick, stimulating fingers

worked lewdly around inside her dilating vagina, a warm wetness

moistening their obscene path and rapidly eliminating the pain. Her

sensate vagina had begun to throb responsively open to the lust of his

stroking fingers, and she could feel them slipping wetly in and out

between her now unresisting thighs, feverishly massaging the smooth,

nerve-filled inner walls.

She forced her mind to turn off, refusing to think of what she was

doing as she lowered his zipper and moved her trembling hand inside,

floundering until it was beyond his shorts and she felt the hot hard

flesh of his long, desire-thickened cock! Her breath hitched in her

throat when her fingers curled around it ... for it was everything Peg

had said, and then some! God, it was far bigger than her Mark's, or

than Jonny's had been ... in fact, like the man it grew on, it was

frightening!

"Come on, for Christ's sake, get it out!" he snarled and she did,

knowing that it had to hurt now all swollen and cramped up in there the

way it was. "Well ... you know what to do with it! It ain't the first

cock you've ever handled!"

Perhaps not, Carol thought, but it was definitely the longest and

thickest one! She began to automatically stroke it with her curled

fingers, sliding the fleshy foreskin back and forth over its bulbous

blood engorged head. It jerked in her hand, causing an unbelievable

thrill of excitement to race through her, while the licking little

flames which had begun as an infinitesimal, but unwanted, spark in her

belly, licked more salaciously now. It was as if in her forced

mindlessness a weirdly perverse sensation began to fill her naked body

at the obscene treatment he was subjecting her to. Her very

helplessness and the debasing shame of what was being done to her only

intensified the overwhelming feeling. The pair of thick fingers lewdly

fucking up into her vagina with rhythmic thrusts were firing her with

inescapable desire, and she had already begun to squirm up against

them, attempting to draw them tighter up into her unwillingly awakened

loins!

Little mewls had started to tumble from her tongue moistened lips, as

her incitement took command of her voluptuously naked body. She felt

her hips jerk involuntarily upward, seeking shamelessly after the

goading fingers thrust way up into her heated cunt. Her legs folded

slowly up and back to more readily present her wide-split cuntal

crevice, until she lay with her white thighs agape and the entire area

of her blonde, curl-rimmed pussy obliging his pummeling fingers fucking

deep up into her hot, fluid depths.

"Now, baby. now we're getting there!" Ed White rasped. "This tight

little pussy-hole of yours is behaving the way all well-brought up

cunts ought to! Yeah ... I think we're just about ready for the next

course, don't you?"

Carol whimpered, her passion unhidable, his constant use of lewd four-

letter words feverishly stoking the licentious coals of glowing desire

smoldering inside her. "Y-Yes ... yes," she mumbled. "I-I'm ready ..."

Ed White grinned down at her tormented face. "How'll you like to have

me lick your cunt, baby? Old Ed's got a wild tongue, just made for

tight little cunts like yours. Well ... what do you say?"

"Oooooohhhhh ..." Carol groaned, her small hand excitedly fondling his

huge, poling cock, occasionally slipping beneath and inside his pants

to cup and caress his massively bloated balls. "Yes ... yesss ... lick

it, please ...!"

He pulled free of her and, straightening up, unfastened his pants to

drop them around his ankles along with his shorts. Carol gaped at his

powerful hairy legs, her eyes then fixing on the unbelievable hardened

length of his long thick cock standing out from his hair-covered pelvis

and the bullish sac of his sperm-filled balls hanging beneath! And he

knows how to bring the best out of a girl ...! Peggy had said that ...!

"Turn over, doll!" he ordered. "Get up on your knees! Move! Over and up

on your knees!"

Carol hesitated only a second -- her morals, Mark, nothing any longer a

hindrance. Her traitorously aroused young loins were wet and throbbing

from the sensual stroking of his skilled fingers ... besides, any word

of protest, she knew would be futile. He'd already made it plain that

it had to be done his way. Resigned, she turned over and pushed herself

up on her knees, raising her naked buttocks as he climbed heavily onto

the couch behind her.

Ed White lecherously drank in the cock-shattering spectacle bent slave-

like before him. Christ, he couldn't remember when he'd seen a sight to

match it! His cum-filled balls tingled and ached, the desire to thrust

his throbbing member hard up into the thin, teasing slit swinging in

the air before him without further hesitation, almost more than he

could resist. But he did. He'd been thinking about this moment for over

a week, knowing that if it ever came his way, just how he'd enjoy it

the most. He had only to watch her walk down the street to be sure, his

eyes feasting on the provocative roll of her rounded hips, the swell of

her delicious looking ass-cheeks! Besides, there'd be more to come;

he'd get it all before he was finished. That little tape was going to

keep her ass humping for him until he glutted himself on it!

He settled back on his haunches and placed his hands on her flinching

buttocks. With his thumbs slipping into the hot deep crevice, pried

open the smoothly clenched moons, pulling them wide apart until all of

her luscious nether secrets stood open and unprotected before him ...

his for the taking.

He leaned forward, lowering his face as she trembled in her lewdly

exposed nakedness before him. The aromatic smell of her loins filled

his nostrils, and he glued his open mouth to the pinkly glistening

wetness of her entire pussy from behind, pressing his lips against the

hair-fringed yielding softness of her hot cuntal flesh and pushing hard

up against her there until she whined out in licentious pleasure. She

squirmed and gasped as he gripped his clutching hands into her ass-

cheeks so that she couldn't slip away. Then, with one quick rush of his

tongue, he thrust forward between the hot fleshy folds of her steaming

cunt.

He heard her gasp from the sudden entry up into the grasping, moist

heat of her pussy, and a surprised sigh left her lips and was smothered

deep in the cushion of the couch. She had jerked forward with the first

searing contact of his tongue with her naked pussy-flesh in a shivering

spasm of delight, but quickly shoved her wanting loins back hard

against his face. Her cunt immediately began to contract in hungry

spasms, opening and closing milkingly around the obscenely probing

length of his tongue flicking deep up inside her belly! Christ! He'd

never had pussy like this, not even his teenage bitches from the

neighborhood.

Carol's breath exploded down into the cushion in short, panting gasps

that ended each time in mewling whimpers of delight, and she ground her

face harder and harder into the cushion as he began a pleasureful

curling and flicking with his lashing tongue fucking deep up inside her

seething vagina. And then, he began to work at the entire smooth

crevice between her nakedly spread-open buttocks! His mouth pressed

tight, his lips forming a suction as he licked like an animal, abruptly

surprising her by slipping his middle finger slowly up into the heated

resistance of her unexpecting rectum! His mouth fastened to her

simmering cunt once more, his stiffened tongue soaring wetly up her

wildly fired vagina to send her hips and upraised buttocks dancing in a

frantic undulation of lust.

Then ... then, he stopped! Carol had to steel herself to keep from

begging him for more, her hands clutching into the aged, smelly velour

of the shabby couch. She whimpered, then heard him say, "Now, baby,

it's time for fucking ... my kind of fucking, and from what I can

judge, not necessarily yours. But it will be when I get finished, and

maybe your fink-copper will like that ..."

He was saying more, but the blonde girl in her obscene position hardly

heard, only knew that he had raised up and was moving close to her from

behind. She felt the fiery heat of his turgid cock-head insinuated into

the widespread crevice between her upraised buttocks. My God! It felt

huge! And then, he was teasing her blood-flushed cuntal lips with it,

slipping the hot rubbery knob in and out, separating the moist, hair-

lined pussy folds in a taunting caress until she was mindlessly about

to plead that he shove it deep into her cunt! It was big, but she knew

she could take it, every inch, the lustful thought of its hugeness

burning up into her now totally ready vagina exciting her beyond

bearing! She waved her naked ass-cheeks lewdly backward toward it and

felt it slip out and upward along the hairless valley of her spread-

open buttocks. It brushed over her tiny sensitive anus and caused her a

new lustful tremor. His big, hot hands were spreading her offered ass-

cheeks outward again, pulling the fleshy mounds more deliberately

apart! A cool rush of air tickled against the snug little mouth of her

wet anus and she quaked against him ... suddenly realizing what he

might have in mind!

"Ooohhh ...no! No! No! Not that!" she feebly whined back at him,

raising her head and craning her neck to gape at his brutishly grinning

face.

Ed White began to meaningfully caress the tiny puckered opening. He

said, "Peg was never much good at this ... maybe you'll be better,

doll. We're going to give it a go, anyway. You've got the perfect ass

for fucking ... in fact it looks like a cherry. Is it?"

"Oh ... oh, God yes! I-I can't take it there! I could never stand it!"

"We'll see ...! Spread your knees out wider, baby," the perverse

superintendent ordered as if she hadn't spoken, his blunt-headed

hardness riding up and down against the tiny oval of her tightly

clenched rectal lips as he set himself.

In a fitful tension of utter dread and near-wanton desire, Carol felt

him working his knees outward on the insides of hers, spreading her

thighs painfully apart until she thought she was going to split up the

middle! She groaned loudly, but he held her there, his breathing coming

in heavy gasps. He pressed downward at the hollow of her back until her

swollen breasts were almost flattened out against the thin cushion,

their tiny straining tips digging sensitively into the worn velvety

couch material. Again, his thick finger began to torment the small

opening of her virginal anus ... until abruptly, it wormed up inside

the desperately resisting oval, probing right up into her smarting

nether passage to the first knuckle.

Once more, the servilely bent girl moaned out her combination of

protest and sensually fired want, feeling his other hand moving down

beneath her constricted belly to find its way between her fleshy cuntal

lips, his middle finger deliberately beginning to stroke the hardened

little nerve-center of her quivering clitoris. Electrified sensations

burst through her in shock-waves of erotic delight. She couldn't resist

skewering her elevated, opened buttocks back lewdly onto the man's

perversely invading finger, rotating them in lurid little circles

around its buried length! Her breath caught for a moment as she sensed

the intrusion of a second finger, a guttural moan of tormented rapture

finally escaping her lips as she began to openly revel in her debased

subjugation.

"You ready to try for the brass ring, Carol honey?" Ed White asked, his

eyes bugging out at her response to his lewd ravishment. Christ, he

couldn't believe the way she was incessantly moaning beneath him,

wriggling her curved white hips and fucking her ass-cheeks wildly back

onto his fingers.

"Oh God ... oh God ... I don't know if I can!" she gasped, her mouth

open, her lips sucking at the cushion beneath. "But ... but go ahead

... I'll try ...! Go on! Do it ... do it!"

Ed White's cock was too hard to have the slightest flexibility. He had

to lean back on his haunches to lever its long thick length up between

her buttocks, so that it looked like a log stretched across a chasm

from his solid hairy pelvis to the smooth vale and the little dimpled

mouth separating her taut white ass-cheeks. It ached with an anger, and

his cum-bloated balls felt as if someone had tied weights onto them.

Again he dipped the blunt tip of his bulbous cock-head into the warm

pink wetness of her pussy crevice.

Carol felt him pulling his finger out of her anus, sensed the

reluctance of her spongy rectal flesh to let go, clinging as it was

with a lewd wet sucking sound. Then, her eyes saucered in apprehension

as the blood-filled head of his huge, blood-hardened cock began

pressuring against the again tight little closed-up opening! Oh ... oh,

this was outlandish! He was way too big ... impossible!

She grunted fearfully before there was a trace of pain, feeling the

powerful muscles of his thick hairy thighs strain against the soft

backs of her own thighs as he pushed forward! God, what was she doing,

submitting to him this way ? Suddenly, the pressure was like that of

a fence-post being inhumanly forced up into her back there! She tried

to pull away and he clamped his hands around his upper thighs, his

fingers digging into the soft sensitive flesh of her rounded hips!

"Ooohhh no ... no ... stop!" Carol cried back. "It hurts terribly! Stop

it, damn you ...!"

But he only held tighter, pulling at her hips as he mercilessly pushed.

She wailed down into the cushion, helpless, her eyes clenched to

restrain the tears as the inhuman stretching continued, and her

helpless anus gave way before the relentless pressure as the huge hard

head of his brutal cock popped salaciously up inside her rectum! She

felt his fingers gouge even tighter into the soft flesh of her upper

thighs, as if she had plans of escaping the depraved assault, and she

gnashed her teeth in the unbelievable agony!

"There!" he rasped, as if he'd just conquered Mr. Everest.

"Ooohhh! Aauugghhh ...! Y-You can't ... God almighty, take it out,

pleasseee ...!" Carol cried, her face contorted not only with the

excruciating pain, but from the returning flood of shame and

humiliation at his debasingly obscene sodomizing of her defenseless

virginal rectum. "Ooohhh ... damn you! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you

...!" she wailed as he clutched ruthlessly at her sore, naked hips and

began thrusting the length of his burning thick hardness with

unconcerned lust until it was crammed up into her grotesquely stretched

rectum. The hot pressure of his straining thighs drove her forward

until her disheveled, blonde head was caught against the arm of the

couch.

"Never mind your love for me, bitch!" he spat at her. "Shove back! You

hear! Start fucking if you know what's good for you!"

"Aaaaauuuugghhh ... you-you're splitting me ... dear God ...!" Carol

begged from her bent, trapped position, but his throbbing hardness

mercilessly continued its obscene invasion, pushing her resistant

nether flesh before it, until with a last, buttock-flattening lunge, he

had buried the fiendish thing to its pulsating hilt up into her totally

impaled rectum! "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Carol choked, feeling his hairy pelvis

with loud, jarring slaps begin to batter her upturned ass-cheeks, while

his sperm-filled balls swung down hard against the wide-split lips of

her desire-wet pussy below.

Ed White grunted right along with her, sensing with lecherous hunger

the warm soft flesh of her yielding buttocks pressing tightly against

his lustful loins. Fuck! What a bitching good piece she was! He

wondered how good she was at sucking cock? And he was damn sure going

to 167 find out before he was finished with her! He skewered viciously

now up into the hot, clutching passage of her anus, feeling the tight

inner walls ripping at his sensitive foreskin. He smoothed his big hand

down underneath to her wet and open vagina, feeling the warm, viscid

moisture dribbling out to saturate her silky blonde cunt-hair brushing

tauntingly against his inflated balls as they drubbed the blood-swollen

lips of her hot pussy. His eyes locked on the hardened rod of his

sinewy cock flesh vanishing completely up into the wide-stretched oval

between her white ass-cheeks. He pulled it half-way out, watching with

lewd fascination her raw, pink inner-flesh clinging to his throbbing

shaft, then riding with it to disappear back inside when he rammed

forward once again. His breathing came faster, the lusty sight

triggering him, and he began to pump with an increased, almost furious

tempo up into the enveloping heat of her feverishly grasping nether

channel.

"Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... ooohhhh!" the wickedly skewered young blonde

began to chant, more in pleasure than in pain now, kneeling like a

naked slave before him, as if maybe she was just starting to get with

it! And maybe, she'd caught the bus too late, he was thinking! Fuck he

was right on the verge ...! And suddenly, she was throwing herself back

onto his sodomizing cock like any street-whore! Her head was turning

and tossing from side to side, her long blonde hair thrashing the couch

on either side of her soft-white shoulders! Then she twisted her face

to look back at him, as if to let him see the pleasure he was bringing

her!

That was it! But if it wasn't enough, she made the mistake of reaching

down between her widespread thighs to his now orgastically sensitive

balls, cradling and caressing them with her hands, and drawing her long

nails beneath them! That was too much ...!

Carol wanted to scream out the weird, lustful enchantment completely in

command of her naked, slaving body! There was still pain blended with

the almost frantic sensations of an approaching climax, and it was this

obscene combination of carnal impulses which was driving her to the

brink of insane passion! Never had she been treated so lowly, so

misused and defiled, and never had she more needed the rushing release

of orgasm to save her wits ...! She whimpered and strained with utter

abandon back onto the huge rod of penile hardness fucking furiously up

into her tingling nether passage, its blunt, pulsating head deliciously

pummeling the underside of her soft belly with goatish sensations she

had never dreamed of!

In fact, in her own mindless passion, Carol never heard Ed White's vile

curse nor the obscenities that followed, and even as he clutched at the

naked, welted flesh of her hips in a new fierceness, she only sensed

the barbaric increase of his thrusting cock-plunges which were insanely

peaking her own moment ...! But then ... she felt it burst with a

cyclonic force in the depths of her forever-stretched rectum, the

seething gushes of his scalding sperm spewing up into her in split-

second squirts of dumbfounding frustration!

"Aaahhh Goddamnnn!" he cursed, even as his massive cock began to wilt

inside her.

"Oh ... oh no ... nnnooo!" Carol wildly screamed, gaspingly trying to

skewer her delirious young body obscenely hack onto his deflating cock,

knowing even as she did it the action was useless ...!

The sadistic apartment manager pulled the stretching, flaccid length of

his spent penis from Carol's wetly clutching anus and got to his feet,

grinning down at where she lay panting on her belly and gaping up at

him through glazed, half-seeing eyes. She saw him pick up her negligee

and wipe off the lifeless, long length of his now useless cock, then

begin to dress.

"Maybe next time, baby," he said, the grin still prevalent. "Don't get

greedy, eh? I intend to fuck that sweet ass a lot from now on, so don't

worry, one of these times we'll bring you off." He laughed and fastened

his belt. "In the meantime, just call the Goddamned mutt in and let him

finish the job. Right now, I got business waiting, bitch, but don't get

up-tight. Daddy'll be back ..."

Carol heard his lecherous laugh echoing back at her all the way to the

door, and still long after he had gone out and pulled it shut behind

him!

Chapter 10

Carol lay as if she'd been raped ... though she knew well enough that

she hadn't ... or at least, if there'd been a force on his part in the

beginning, it very soon hadn't been necessary. Her susceptible young

loins throbbed with the unfulfilled desire he had satyrically incited,

then sniggeringly walked off to leave tormenting her. He'd known it,

but that might well be a part of his cruel sadistic satisfaction.

She wanted to cry, to spill out a pailful of tears, but there wasn't

time for that; her time had run out! Everything had run out, including

all of her dreams! She had to leave there ... get as far away from Mark

as she could! Whatever they might have had together, Ed White had

destroyed ... but not without her sluttish assistance! She could have

fought him from the beginning to the end, at least never enjoyed it ...

but she had ... and the seething heat at that very moment burning

inside her was all she needed to realize the truth!

Carol sat up on the davenport, at last aware that it was Sultan's

scratching at the back-door which had propelled her. She picked up her

negligee, but only held it in her hand, remembering how Ed White had

lewdly used it. Standing to one side, she drew the door toward her and

let him in, his big furry body a conglomeration of tail-wags and hot,

loving licks against her naked thighs.

"Oh darling, why did I ever let you out?" Carol almost whined,

squatting down in her nakedness to hug and kiss her pet. "If only you

had been in here ..."

The German shepherd's hot affectionate tongue laving over the

protruding fullness of one nipple-hardened breast was sufficient to

whet her excitement to her very heels! All of the lust that Ed White's

selfish animalism had frantically raised in her was still as vibrant as

it had been twenty minutes before! Her soft belly ached with its need,

and although she didn't think she'd be able to sit down for a while,

she had to have her Sultan finish it the same way! God, it had been so

licentiously devastating, beyond anything she'd ever imagined ...!

"Come on, baby! Come with mama! I need you ... need you ...!"

There would still be plenty of time left to pack and disappear, Carol

heatedly reasoned, climbing onto the bed and remaining on her knees as

she had for the vile monster next door. She spread her legs wide and

turned her head to look back, seeing the big dog still on the floor.

Lewdly, patted her upturned buttocks, beckoning him up onto the bed

behind her, forcing herself to forget Mark Cannon, and everyone else in

the entire world.

Sultan did, excitedly recognizing the pleasure-bringing sight of his

mistress's offered love-core. She had left him outside so long that he

had begun to wonder if she was in there at all. Moving up behind her

widespread white legs, he sniffed the hot scent of arousal which filled

his nostrils from that part of her soft smooth body.

He licked out at her steaming wet pussy, and Carol sighed beneath the

gratifying rapture. Again and again, he repeated the animalism tonguing

while she mindlessly thrust her fire-filled loins back at him, waiting

for that beautiful moment when he would mount her with heavy-hanging

penis, knowing that it would come ... and it did!

It happened while she was struggling to mentally beg Mark's

forgiveness, even as Sultan licked her ravaged cuntal-flesh. In some

sort of blinded wave of unknown passion she had begun to babble Mark's

name, his handsome face blurred through the sensual vision her

tormented mind formed ... And then, she felt her big darling's warm

furry forelegs gently demanding at her sore, sensitive hips.

"Mmmmmm ... baby," she whimpered, reaching down between her open thighs

for his hot, slippery red hardness that she knew would be there!

Finding it, she drew the blood-swollen dog-shaft up beyond her cum-wet

pussy-lips to the inflamed opening of her tingling anus, her brain

racing wildly as she introduced its pointed tip there and flexed her

open buttocks back toward it! "In there, lover! Fuck me there, my

precious ... don't be afraid ... come on ...! Unnnggg ... yes ...

uuunnnggg ... yessss, like that, baby ... aaauuggghhh! Oh ... ooohhhhhh

... do it, lover! Yess ... like that! Fuck Carol's hot asshole ...!"

* * * * *

Mark stood back with Queenie guiding him while both the plainclothes

and uniformed men swept up the operation. He still held the tape-

recorder Ed White had bitterly thrust into his hands, and after, an

officer came up to him to let him know it was all over. Mark grinned

and nodded.

"You going downtown with us, Lieutenant?" the officer asked.

"No ... you go ahead ... no need for me today. Lots of processing. But

we got 'em, fellow, eh? The end of another lousy drug source."

"Yes, sir! We sure did, thanks to you!"

Mark moved back then and stood for a few moments. Christ, how he wished

he could've seen it ...! He remembered the tape recorder and ran his

fingers over it. What the hell did this mean? He flicked it on ...!

Minutes later, Mark Cannon moved farther back, dragging Queenie, until

the wall of the building braced him! His knees felt as if they'd turned

to water! He wanted to slump down and bawl ... but instead, he

straightened very tall and began to feel his way with Queenie before

him along the doorways of the apartments! His brain was afire when he

touched her knob and found it unlocked! Gently, he eased the door

inward, letting Queenie go before him, thankful that his animal-guide

had been there before!

Had a herd of wild horses suddenly galloped through the apartment,

Carol would not have heard them, and if she had they could never have

commanded her attention! Lost in a blissful oblivion of lust-incited

passion, the obscenely positioned girl moaned and toiled with lurid

gyrations beneath the massive dog excitedly sodomizing the offered twin

moons of her upturned white buttocks. She gasped and whimpered into the

bed coverlet, her slackened face turned away from the door.

"Oooohhh, Sully lover ... fuck it good! Harder, baby! Ram it right up

Carol's ass! Harderrr ...!"

Mark froze in the open bedroom doorway, yet refusing to believe what he

knew was taking place on the bed before him! His remaining senses were

filling him in well, his mind sickeningly picturing what had to be an

absolute bestial spectacle! The rhythmic battering sounds of flesh

against flesh ... animal flesh against soft white human flesh ...

lewdly beat at his ear-drums, drowned out only by the lascivious pleas

of Carol's whimpering cries!

He stumbled into the room, Queenie watching him alertly, her own

animal-eyes torn between her master and the sight of what was happening

on the bed, her keen nostrils sensitively flaring at the ruttish scent

filling the air. Mark sensed Queenie's reluctance to lead him further

and he dropped her leash, well remembering the arrangement of the bed

as he moved toward it. Christ, he had to see it with his own hands to

be certain! It was beyond all reason ... or was he losing his Goddamned

mind altogether?

Sultan saw him first, immediately recognizing Queenie's master, but

their presence not in the least alarming the preoccupied dog, he

continued to hump his swollen hardness up into the fleshy grasping hole

where his sighing mistress had placed it. A great heaviness had already

begun to grow in his working loins from the tight heat her nether

opening was charging through his throbbing penis, and he clung to her

white body possessively as instinct drove him harder toward his climax

...

It was impossible for Mark to conceive that Carol had yet to see him,

or not be aware of his hands searching over her smooth naked flesh that

was covered with a thin film of warm perspiration! Perhaps she did and

was too stunned, or ashamed, to speak ... waiting for him to say the

first word, but he'd be damned if he would! Oh, he was going to get an

explanation all right ... because there had to be an answer, even for

something as wildly obscene as this ... this ...!

"Mark! Oh, my God! Mark! Mark! Ooohhh!" her pathetic cry came suddenly

up to him as if it had been wrenched from the depths of her soul, and

he knew then that she'd just seen him for the first time. "F-Forgive me

... bu ... but I had to ... had toooo ...!" Her broken sentence whined

out in a series of blurted stammers, punctuated by the lewd sounds of

Sultan's hammering cock fucking furiously up into her from behind!

Still, Mark didn't speak ... not yet, not until he was positive that

the massive dog was actually sodomizing her ... and he moved his hand

down over the taut, rounded arch of her ass-cheeks and then between

them, until his fingertips felt Sultan's huge animal-hardness fucking

hotly into the swollen lips of her widely stretched anus!

"Jesus Christ!" Mark choked. "I don't ... can't believe it!" He

steadied himself by clutching her naked back, the feel of her damp hot

flesh, along with the vivid picture his mind now held, causing his own

jerking cock to nearly burst into an unwanted hardness. "Why ... why,

Carol? For God's sake, give me an answer before I blow my top and ...

and ...!"

"Oh Mark, darling ... I-I ... love ... you! I-I swear it ...!" Carol

managed to stammer as she tried to look up at his shockingly hurt face,

the beautiful barrage of Sultan's impaling cock-flesh and pummeling

body making the whole world quake before her. "P-Please be-believe me

... after ... I'll tell you ev-everything ...! D-Don't ... don't let

him stop, lover ... I-I've got to ... cum ... I-I'll go maddd ...!"

"Oh Christ," Mark swore, his head reeling with the shock of it all. Ed

White flashed through his spinning brain ... the tape-recorder ... his

wife Peggy ... all of it, and he knew that drug-pushing bastard had

played a part in it! He heard Queenie's whimper, but ignored it, his

hand dropping unconsciously to the straining length of his own

throbbing hardness imprisoned in the tight bind of his shorts ...

Carol saw that, too, and the sight added fuel to her passion. "Mark ...

lover ... get naked for me! Please? Br-bring it here to me! L-let me l-

love it! ... for you ... lick and suck the hurt ... out of you! Please,

darling ... I want to ... so badly ...!"

He heard his own breathing like a blacksmith's bellows suddenly heaving

up from his lungs, a series of fiery sensations ripping through him at

her ardent entreaty. Christ, she meant it, too! She wanted to suck his

cock while Sultan sodomized her!

Carol whimpered a moan of new, maddening excitement when she saw her

lover ripping at his clothes! She could sob, she was so happy! Her

love-filled eyes watched his every move, her mind a seething cauldron

of sexual hunger as she realized what she was going to do for him ...

and herself! Her eyes feasted on the lengthy thickness of his rising

cock when he revealed its blood-swollen hardness, and she remembered

the erotic joy it had brought her last night! She reached for him when

he started to climb onto the bed, just as she would all the rest of

their lives ... if he would let her! She moved him around in front of

her, at the same time knowing the sensations of Sultan's forelegs like

a furry vise clamping tightly around her soft hips. She undulated her

buttocks feverishly, giving herself fully to the breathtaking sodomy

her animal-lover was pounding into her from behind!

And then, she had manipulated Mark into a kneeling position before her,

his desire-hardened penis bobbing lewdly before her face! Carol reached

out and curled her fingers around its hotly throbbing length, feeling

it jerk at her touch. Gently, she slid back its heavy foreskin, sensing

it pulsing in her soft small hand, its moist bulbous head with the tiny

slit at the tip intensely thrilling her. She heard Mark's husky groan

at her tender, stroking caresses, and saw the pearlish drop of moisture

bead at the little opening from the squeezing of her hand! Oh God ...

she wanted that! Yes ... yes, and all that would follow, to the very

last drop, squirting hotly up into her mouth and belly ...!

Sultan had seen it all through his alert animal-eyes, but none of it

meant anything to him. Even now, as Queenie's master knelt before his

own beloved mistress, the powerful dog knew only the instinctive

craving that drove him ferally on. He clung eagerly to the soft smooth

whiteness of her naked body and rapidly thrust the thumping hardness of

his animal cock deep up into the fleshy heat of her nether core,

watching with interest the movements taking place before him. He saw

her take the human penis in her hand, the sighing vibrations of her

trembling body clearly transmitted to him, and he saw her small tongue

dart out to wetly lick over the tip! With an instinctive surge of

energy, then, he charged deeper and deeper into his golden mistress,

his swollen dog-cock painfully throbbing for release!

An almost frantic joy filled Carol as Sultan furiously fucked into her

inflamed rectum from behind, and she gaped at Mark's long hard cock

jerking hotly in her clutching hand. She drew in her breath and flicked

out her eager tongue, bringing it into searing contact with the smooth

rubbery tip! She swirled it around slowly, moistly, experimentally,

while Mark twisted and groaned on the bed before her. Then she ventured

her tongue toward the tiny end-split and wiggled her tongue tip into

it! Impulses of wild sensuality rippled through her nakedly trembling

body as she tasted the pungent sweetness of his premature seminal

secretions. She smoothed her hand along the rock-hard rod to its thick

base, then downward to lovingly cup the velvety sac of his sperm-filled

balls! Slipping her warm, moistened lips over the spongy head, then,

she let it glide back along the full length of her tongue, her hot

mouth locking around it in a fervid liquid pressure.

Mark groaned above her bobbing head, seeing with lust-filled fingertips

her tightly locked lips ovalling hotly around his burning hard cock,

hardly believing the electrifying picture of her beautiful, innocent

young face so grotesquely distorted as she began to suck him with

unquestionable desire! Good Christ, whatever or whoever had done this

to her, he owed a hell of a lot more than bitterness or narrow-minded

revenge! If this was a sample of their future together, he could never

repay the instigator! She was sucking his cock as if she were never

going to get enough ... and for damn sure, neither would he!

He began a slow undulation with his naked hips, sliding his thickly

swollen hardness in and out of her lips with a slick, damp suction,

guided by her hand grasping at its base, while he entwined one hand

gently in her hair and saw it all with the fingertips of the other. The

puffing and hollowing of her cheeks intensely captivated him as his

cock moved in and out of her tight-rounded lips. Her entire satin-

fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the jolts of Sultan's

powerfully sodomizing cock hammering rapidly up into her rectum from

behind.

Oooohhh ... ooohhh heaven ...! Carol's mind screamed. She was caught

between her two wonderful lovers' beautiful, lust-hardened cocks at the

same time, both of them preparing to spill their hot liquid fire deep

into her craving belly from both ends! In overwhelming rapture, she

ground her widespread buttocks back hard against Sultan's furry,

battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the

smooth crevice between them. She sensed the tiny wet streams dribbling

down the backs of her tremoring thighs, while the unnatural pressure in

her stimulated rectum matched that mounting in her inflamed loins,

warning of the climactic-moment near at hand! Oh God, yes, she would

cum this way ... she would!

For one brief moment ... Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of

drugged coma, imagining it all ... but no ... he was wide awake ... it

was all happening! Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it out

with the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his churning balls!

Sultan's cock pounding violently up into the forever-opened channel

between her lush buttocks was driving her ovalled mouth forward onto

his own throbbing hardness until he wondered why it didn't choke her!

It was reaching all the way back to her tonsils, his pubic-hair

brushing at the tip of her cute little nose, while his sperm-inflated

balls in her soft warm hands ached in a bloating buildup of massive

pressure!

Damn! She was like an animal herself with her lips locked tightly

around the length of his raging cock, increasing her unbelievable

hungry little sucking motions until he thought his balls would turn

inside out! Great swirls of heat were concentrating in their secret

depths as he felt her passion-infused face pulling hungrily on it! He

sensed the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward,

pushing his throbbing penis up even further between the searing heat of

her greedily sucking lips! He felt the tiny pink ridges pulling out

from her mouth, clinging voraciously to his lust-inflated shaft, as she

pumped her lovely head up and down, undulating her hips back at the dog

in a wild uncontrollable insanity!

Oh Christ ...! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's

throat! "Goddamn ... Carol honey ... suck it hard ... I'm

cuummmiinngggg ...!"

Carol heard his cry at the very moment he burst, his jerking cock

gushing forth searing hot jets of his pungent cum! It flooded her mouth

and throat with its delicious liquid heat! She sensed her cheeks

bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy thick gulps,

fastening her hips tightly around the spasming cock so as not to lose a

single drop! On and on, his drum-tight balls continued to pump out the

thick milk-white sperm into her mouth, while both of his hands clutched

at her head, pulling her face harder down onto his convulsively

softening penis!

The ecstasy of it was even greater than Carol had anticipated, and the

first piquant taste of his cum triggered her own climax! She thrust her

nakedly grinding ass-cheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover,

wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock raging up

into her maddening, sensation-filled rectum!

"Mmmmmmmmffffhhh!" she moaned in rapture around his violently spending

cock. Oh God, yes! Yes! Mark, yes, I'm cumming too, her mind screamed.

Every muscle of her body contracted and jerked as she felt the super

erotic release exploding through her screaming loins and belly! She

continued to gulp and suck at her lover's crazily erupting cock, her

soft, curl-fringed cuntal mouth clenching and opening like an angered

fist, as if it had received the full pleasure of Sultan's ravishing

cock rather than the hungrily contracting little mouth just beyond! Her

insanely jerking young buttocks flexed into a straining hardness and

she gurgled out a whimpering wail when her quaking body unleashed and

exploded in the moment she had been striving for!

There was no time ... no space ... no motion ... only the unmatchable

bliss of her orgasm! Again and again she was jolted by the unmatchable

bliss of her orgasm! Again and again she was jolted by the spasmodic

twitching of every muscle and tendon in her pleasure-filled, naked body

... then Sultan began to hump forward faster and spew his hot load of

seething animal-sperm deep up into the intricate recesses of her nether

channel to her trembling belly! Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming

and still slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his

magnificently squirting cock!

Then, too exhausted to even speak, Mark held her tightly against him

and let her sleep. For a long time, her soft smooth curves continued to

spasm with post-orgasmic muscle contractions even as she lay

unconscious in his arms. They would talk later and she would tell him

everything, but it didn't really matter. Nothing mattered except that

he loved her, would always love her, and hoped to God she would still

marry him ...

Then, another whimpering sound caught his attention as he recognized

Queenie's little cry ... but there was something unusual in its tone!

Suddenly, he heard the unmistakable rhythm of flesh against flesh ...

only it was animal-flesh solidly battering animal-flesh this time, and

he smiled to hrmself as he drew Carol's lush nakedness more snugly

against his own. Everyone in the family was being made happy this day,

and how he wished he could have actually watched it all ...

The End