A Wild Yearning

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Proper credit is hereby given to the actual author of this and more stories that will follow.

A Wild Yearning by Author Unknown

Chapter 1

In the beginning, there was no thought of the Levitt's German shepherd

Rex in Jan's pretty blonde head as she went grumpily about her early

morning housework. She was by far too preoccupied with other things --

in particular with the peculiar frustration she was continually feeling

with being married.

Not that she hadn't frequently noticed the sleek dog that lived next

door. Indeed, she had often puzzled over Rex' peculiar attraction when

he was tied up at the local supermarket, for it always seemed as if

every housewife in the neighborhood paused in her shopping duties to

give him a friendly pat and whisper some friendly words to the long-

tongued dog, which was usually sitting obediently on his haunches as he

waited for his mistress to finish her shopping.

"Hello, Rex, how's that nice doggy today?" they would ask. Or, "My,

that's a sweet little dog, aren't you?" And this puzzled Jan from time

to time. After all, it was true that Rex had a sleek, shining coat and

that he was the epitome of form in what one thought of as the German

shepherd physique, but after all there were usually a half dozen

pedigreed dogs parked outside the supermarket, all of them equally

handsome in their own way. Yet there was not a one among them that

seemed to inspire the response Rex did. He was truly unique in that

respect. Women couldn't seem to pass him up.

Yet so far as Jan could tell, there was not anything especially unique

about the dog. True, he had a handsome, intelligent face -- very

masculine, too, of course -- but that was scarcely enough to justify

such unusual attentions as he invariably commanded.

So this was just a part of Jan's ordinary curiosity with respect to the

Levitt's dog. But another part of it was Marge Levitt's seeming

preoccupation and possessiveness with respect to Rex. Jan had

frequently noticed Marge's usually cheerful face changing rapidly to a

sullen scowl if she came out of the supermarket and found someone

talking to or petting Rex. Occasionally she tried to remember if this

similar change of personality took place when Marge encountered a man

being friendly to the handsome German shepherd. But this line of

thought was usually futile, as Jan could not recall any such instance.

It was almost always some housewife who could be seen being friendly to

the sturdy, sleek dog.

Not that she pondered this overmuch. It was simply something she

occasionally gave a modicum of thought.

Marge's possessiveness also seemed to continue at home, for she kept

the dog chained securely and confined to the Levitt grounds. It was

never allowed to roam free like other dogs in the neighborhood, and

occasionally even Steve remarked that such a house dog should be more

savage, instead of so friendly as Rex obviously was. Jan didn't know

much about dogs, but she knew enough to know that this observation of

Steve's was fundamentally correct. Logically speaking, a house German

shepherd like Rex should be more vicious. But it was obvious that the

dog's nature was sunny and affectionate.

Not that one ever got much chance to find out. Marge didn't even like

to bring Rex next door when she stopped by for coffee on the odd

morning. At least not since that morning when the dog had nuzzled Jan's

leg in an over friendly fashion.

Marge had an unusual excuse to justify her possessiveness, though, and

she self-consciously brought this up on every possible occasion. To Jan

it seemed like a bad case of 'protesting over much,' but Marge's

justification usually went roughly as follows: Namely, that ever since

Rex had sired the Boardman pups down the road by that German shepherd

she-bitch Carla, the Levitts didn't want to take any chance of having

any lawsuits due to Rex' cavorting.

Which seemed reasonable on the face of it -- but then on the other hand

Jan had never heard of anyone being sued for letting their dog out and

having it sire unintentionally some other dog. That was, after all, the

way of the world, wasn't it? You couldn't legislate animal biology very

well.

But then she was no expert on the law, so maybe she didn't understand

the situation. Barrington Hills was a small community with very wealthy

families, and there was no dearth of money around to support lawsuits

if people became indignant over one thing or another. With people this

wealthy it paid to be careful.

Still, nothing seemed to explain adequately Marge's continual

nervousness, anxiety and possessiveness with respect to that dog.

Not that she hadn't been angry when she first learned of Carla's pups -

- and it seemed to Jan unreasonably so. Those pups had really altered

her personality.

Those pups. Several women in the neighborhood had tried to buy them,

but the Boardmans were interested in selling only to their friends, and

the price for such pedigreed German shepherds was high. The Boardmans

didn't know many people in Barrington Hills; so far as Jan knew, she

and Steve were the only persons they had offered one.

But what did she need a dog about the house for? Just one more worry

and someone to clean up after. And she would have to go through a

breaking-in period with it and so on. It scarcely seemed worth the

trouble.

And so it went -- on most mornings, a sample of her daydreaming

thoughts, idle and useless.

But this morning she was altogether too furious and uncomfortable to

give any thought to Rex at all.

And it was all Steve's fault, that rat. She was too refined to use any

term more rough than that. Last night had been absolutely the last

straw. She didn't see how she could put up with the situation any

longer. Maybe she would be able to discuss it with her parents when

they arrived -- Sarah and Arnold Talbott were scheduled to arrive for

two weeks vacation this afternoon -- she had always been able to

discuss things with her mother, although of course she was suitably

more reticent with her attractive, distinguished father, who, after

all, was a man.

Jan sat down at the kitchen table with a weary sigh and lit a nervous

cigarette. She fluffed out her long blonde hair and drew strongly on

the cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke out through her

luscious young mouth, which she felt was more refined for a woman than

blowing smoke out through her nostrils. She had been brought up to

behave like a lady, and she knew what was ladylike and what was not.

That rat. She couldn't forgive him. Although she had been brought up to

be respectable, reserved and refined, and she knew better than to let

her husband even guess that she might be capable of enjoying something

like sex, she still nonetheless could not escape the torrential,

merciless feeling of passion that arose in her loins whenever she

encountered his heavy desire-hardened penis. And last night it had been

worse than usual. And he had been worse than usual. She was beside

herself. He had gotten her worked up to such a crazed pitch of desire

with his foreplay, then disappointed her as usual with his early, too

quickly arrived at, ejaculation.

Only this time she hadn't been able to calm herself down with a cold

shower. After last night's big let-down she was still smoldering

without let-up. She could still feel a slight twinge of ever present

need within the sensitive walls of her vagina everytime she moved and

scraped her thighs together.

As usual, he'd been terribly inconsiderate in bed, just satisfying

himself and leaving her in the middle of her passionate escalation. He

had fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards, while she'd lain

beside him in passionate frenzy for almost two hours before she

fitfully dozed off.

So it was little wonder that the twenty-one year old, curvaceous blonde

wife had awakened in no less an erotic state than the sizzling fire

that sleep had temporarily banked for the night.

And then to endure a similar sexual episode with him in the morning had

been almost unbearable! Only the utmost effort on her part had kept her

from bursting out into tears of frustration. Like a jet propelled

athlete trying to set some sort of speed record, he'd raced his

lengthy, lust-swollen young cock in and out of the overheated liquid

sanctuary between her hotly steaming young legs, quickly settling his

own needs, then hopping from the bed while she lay there still

squirming and panting in unfulfilled desire.

"Gosh, baby, I'm sorry -- but I really got to hustle to work!" he

apologized, wiping off his deflating cock with a soiled T-shirt as he

hurried to the bathroom. Then at the doorway he'd turned and promised:

"Look, baby, I'm going to make it up to you tonight -- after your folks

have gone to sleep! Okay?"

"Oh -- whatever you say, darling ..." she replied weakly, rubbing her

thighs together and hoping that he wouldn't see how wildly, dreadfully

turned on she was. She feebly managed a smile for him before he turned

and stepped into his bath. Then the bathroom door had swung mercifully

shut on her tears.

In reality she had no such hopes that he would satisfy her that night.

That was an old promise of his that he usually forgot; she had no

confidence m it whatever. Ever since her honeymoon night it had been

like this, just a fast in-and-out for him, and smoldering resentment

and frustration for her until her frustrated young pussy had a chance

to cool back to normal, whatever that was.

But she wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to stand it. She

knew that her nerves were in a bad way, and she smoked more than ever

and had taken to nipping short drinks of whiskey straight during the

day. She needed a vacation somehow, from the terrible tension in her

aching young loins.

Jan sighed and looked around the kitchen before her eyes became glazed

over again, reliving the events of the morning once more.

With Steve in the bath, the temptation had been almost overwhelming to

finish the job with her fingers. She had played with herself up between

her legs for awhile, groaned mindlessly, and then finally managed to

control her unrequited passion.

She hadn't masturbated since she was thirteen, and she dreaded the

temptation to start now. Reverend Johnson had been very strict about

that when she confided in him. Girls that played with themselves got

pimples on their faces and could never go to heaven, because they were

sinners. Sex was only decent when carried on in the normal fashion

between man and wife.

No, she didn't want to fall into that pit of degradation. That wasn't

for her at all. Somehow she was going to have to find a way to work

things out between them.

Jan sighed and put out her cigarette, which she had inadvertently

smoked down to a nub. It didn't do at all to dwell on their problem

overmuch. One shouldn't take sex all that seriously, of course. It

wasn't nice.

Still, she couldn't ignore the smoldering ardor still glowing so warmly

in her soft white belly and simmering urgently in her young loins. But

was that so important? Not always. After all, they did love each other,

didn't they? Steve's real estate job was very promising, and they were

literally coining money. What young bride could ask for more than the

beautiful home they were buying in swank Barrington Hills? Even their

nice new car was paid for, and the furniture would soon be theirs. What

more could any girl ask for?

It was these thoughts spinning idly through her pretty blonde head that

she almost ignored the banging on the screen door.

Until a voice cried out sharply: "Jan -- oh, Jan!"

Jan looked up dreamily. There was a scratching at the kitchen screen

door as well. Why -- it was Marge Levitt! With Rex!

She got up carefully, smoothing her skirt and putting the ashtray up on

the kitchen table.

"What -- what is it, Marge?" she asked, unlocking the door.

"Don't you remember, dear?" Marge asked hurriedly, opening the door.

Rex scooted in quickly through the open door, the handsome German

shepherd's longish tongue lolling out all wet and pinkish looking. He

moved quickly around Jan's pretty long, tanned legs, the soft fur of

his coat brushing evanescently against her sleek hairless young flesh.

"Remember? Why --?"

"You said you'd look after Rex while we were on vacation," said Marge

almost tearfully, and suddenly, abruptly, she flung her arms about Jan

and hugged her tight. "Oh, dear -- you will be good to him, won't you?

Feed him regular and take him for walks? Please, Jan! Say you'll be

good to him!"

Jan pushed her away and looked into the teary face of the older woman.

Why, Marge was actually crying over leaving Rex behind! "But -- Marge,

if you feel like this why don't you take him on your vacation with

you?"

"Ben says no," she sniffled into her hanky. Jan took her tearful face

into her shoulder and ran her fingers into Marge's long black hair. The

two women's breasts met beneath their shifts. "Two whole weeks without

him!" Marge bawled.

"There, there, Marge, don't cry. It's not so long," Jan said gently as

she knew how, patting Marge's back like a handler gentling an upset

horse. The whole thing was strangely peculiar. It was not normal for a

woman to get so upset over leaving a dog behind for two weeks. Jan

looked down at where Rex had slid down onto the kitchen floor, his

handsome big head resting on his forepaws. The dog's eyes seemed to be

studying her very intently -- but why on ever for?

Or was she merely imagining it? She was so upset herself of late that

her mind might conceive anything.

Marge did dry her tears. "Yes, it is long," she said, glancing at Rex,

then at Jan and back again. "Longer than you think I wouldn't be able

to bear it, Jan, if I didn't know that someone as nice as you -- and as

innocent and trustable -- was looking after my little darling."

She had never heard a grown woman use such endearing terms before. But

what did innocent and trustable have to do with it? She was beginning

to wonder if Marge was losing her mind.

"There, there," Jan led her back to the door. "I'm sure that once you

get yourself together you'll see the wisdom of taking everything in

your stride, Marge."

Marge stepped outside the screen door and blew a kiss at Rex through

it. The dog promptly got up on its haunches, panting. It's long pink

tongue was genuinely slavering through his pointy canine teeth. "Bye

darling," Marge said to him. "Aunty Jan will look after you now, lover.

Be a good doggy for mama. Okay?"

Rex seemed to nod, adding considerably to Jan's mystification and

confusion, and then Marge ran, with a sob, back to her own house.

Jam looked down at her beautifully physiqued guest, who had now settled

down on his forepaws again. Goodness, she thought, this is impossible,

Mother and dad coming, and this dog, too. I'm going to lose my mind, I

swear it.

Rex looked up at her as if he understood, inclined his ears, then lay

jowl down on his forepaws. Jan sighed and fluffed out her long blonde

hair, self-consciously sticking out the full young breasts on her

chest. There was something about her neighbor's German shepherd that

definitely bothered her. She was convinced that Rex had the most

unusual eyes -- although it was difficult for her to put her finger on

just exactly what it was that troubled her about them.

It was as if there was an almost human perception about them, a kind of

understanding that was more than one expected from a dog ...

She shrugged this off. Another funny thought to take her mind off her

work, that was all. She really had to get to the housework.

* * *

The handsome German shepherd stretched his long sinewy body beneath his

shining coat on the cool of the Winslow's kitchen floor, watching his

new mistress, who had long blonde hair instead of the long black hair

of Marge Levitt. It interested him to watch the sleek young housewife

moving about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency.

He had often watched his older mistress with the same intenseness, and

he wondered why she had gone and left him with this pretty, young,

yellow-haired girl. He missed her terribly, but then he didn't presume.

One always did as one's mistress directed.

Nor was he entirely unpleased with his new owner. Jan had tied her

bright, copper-shining hair into a longish pony tail and generally

fixed herself up. As was her usual habit when by herself, she wore just

a very short miniskirt with thin filmy panties and no stockings, so

that she could feel the coolness on her legs. She also wore a bright

red sweater and no bra at all, so that her firm, heavy-set breasts

shook and bobbled slightly as she walked. She had always been self-

conscious about her breasts, because they were so abnormally large, and

she didn't like to walk very fast, because of the way they shook and

drew the attention of strange men's eyes. But with her neighbor's pet

the only other creature in the house, she could relax and be herself.

Not that it escaped Rex that there was something not quite right about

his new mistress. He sensed a certain indefinable dissatisfaction. Dogs

are so sensitive to human psychology that Rex could not help but notice

the indecision and general restlessness that seemed to characterize

Jan's most inner thoughts, even when she appeared to be working at her

greatest efficiency.

To Rex this usually meant only one thing: That his mistress would want

to do it later. He often caught the same wave-lengths and sensual odor

from Marge Levitt his older mistress, before they did things together,

and previous to that he had sensed similar feelings in women around the

neighborhood -- before they had become too friendly and his absent

mistress had tied him up and refused any longer to let him roam.

Consequently the handsome dog knew what to expect, roughly.

And now he sensed certain familiar feelings emanating from this pretty

blonde young woman, feelings that set his own heart to beating faster.

His former mistress had been so busy this morning, and in such a

peculiar state of upset emotion, that they hadn't done anything, which

gave Rex a vague feeling of slighted uneasiness. But now there was this

new pretty woman. He watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes,

instinctively knowing that she had a problem that he could help solve

...

But Jan had managed to calm down somewhat, and her state was not near

as frenetic as it had been. Now, as she wiped off the kitchen sink, it

occurred to her that she really had been too hard on Steve. He was a

good husband, after all, and it really wasn't necessary for decent

girls to have orgasms the way men did. She couldn't very well blame

him. He was probably normal for all that.

Not that she had any standards to judge by, as her husband had been the

first and only man for her to experience sexual intercourse with ...

A soft whine from Rex behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde

from pursuing this stream of thought. She turned, smiling now, and

looked down at the big handsome animal Marge Levitt had parked with

her. He was such a lovely beast that her former disgruntlement at being

saddled with him abruptly evaporated, and she got down on her haunches

and took his warm, soft muzzle into her hands, looking deeply into the

animal's big eyes.

"What is it, Rex? Getting hungry? Or thirsty?"

That was it, she thought. Had to set some food out for him. And she

needed another small drink of whiskey to calm her down some more, as

well. She wanted to be cheery when her folks arrived.

Rex made a little sound and panted, his long, slavering tongue stroking

her knees, one forepaw coming up to rest on her bared thigh.

For just a moment Jan was startled. The look in the dog's eyes was so

sexually warm ... for a moment she imagined that -- -but no, that was

impossible. She must be imagining it.

But did she imagine the sharp tremor of excitement as his hot, wet

tongue licked teasingly at her skin?

Silly girl, she thought.

"What's the matter, precious?" she softly cooed, scratching his ears in

the back. "Hungry? Thirsty? Jan will fix it for you." She

affectionately stroked the mighty dog's big, sleek-furred head. He had

such a lovely gloss on his fur she could almost see her face in it.

"Goodness, you have a wicked gleam in those big brown, lovable eyes.

You ought to behave yourself. One would think you were a young man

instead of a young dog," Jan laughed to herself.

Jan's soft, crooning voice was so silkily pleasant that, coupled with

the gentle pressure of her slender, stroking hand, Rex was filled with

a warm-hearted relish that was pleasantly musical. Instinctively he

raised his head, licking at the smooth back of her hand, to show her

that he liked her. Whatever had troubled her was of relative

unimportance, he knew, because her soft hand moved on his furry neck,

and then she hugged him against her cream-white outer thigh.

"It's easy to see how Marge gets attached to you," Jan smiled, tugging

at his collar. "By God, you are a lovable beast," the doting,

voluptuous young blonde wife teased. She got up abruptly and smoothed

her skirt. "Well, let's look in the refrigerator and see if we can find

something for you, handsome. There might even be a nice big bone in

there for you."

Rex made a liquid sound, almost as if he understood what she was

saying. Jan embraced him against her leg once more and stroked his

soft, sleek head. She lightly laughed. There was something about Rex

that made one feel funny, but she couldn't put her finger on just what

it was. She hoped she was doing right by letting him go untied. She

knew that Marge never did that.

But Rex seemed to be friendly. Indeed, she couldn't even remember him

barking. So he had to be safe. Generally he was quiet even when the

postman came by. This was probably what led the wives in Barrington

Hills to make such a fuss over him; he had a very sweet nature.

"No, I'm not going to be strict with you, Rex," she said in a sweet,

sad voice, giving the handsome dog one last affectionate pat. "You've

had too much of being tied up all the time. You're going to have a

vacation with Aunt Jan."

Rex basked in the warm, melodious gentility of her voice. It was so

full of kindness and love, he thought. His new mistress was wonderful.

And beyond her voice, he sensed in his closeness against her a poignant

scent not unfamiliar to him, a musky aroma which immediately inspired

the trained responses inside his large, muscular body. It was the human

mating odor ... he had been so skillfully educated to recognize it,

first in his early training, and then later on with his mistress it had

come naturally. His tongue slavered wetly and he waited for the proper

moment, especially eager to lavish his attention on his beloved new

mistress who had his doggy heart beat so rapidly when she petted him,

and his animal penis throb and tingle so sensuously in its furry sheath

between his legs.

Jan's head was still a mixture of confused thoughts, partly sexual

frustration, partly hausfraus-wifery that was all efficiency. She

opened the refrigerator, saw the big lamb bone she was looking for --

it was only left over from the roast anyway -- and bent down to pick it

up from its place in the dish ...

Only to suddenly feel something cold and wet behind her insinuating

itself up under her miniskirt and between her young tanned legs!

"Rex!" she gasped

Though it gave her a terrific jolt, the gorgeous young blonde felt as

if she had been turned to stone! She stayed bent over but frozen and

immobile at the unconscionable cool moisture of Rex' nose pressed high

up into the soft insides of her nakedly exposed thighs. She had no idea

why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least for a

smattering of decorum. But suddenly it seemed as if the prurient

excitement that had been so stringently banked was raging out of

control beneath that cool, moist pressure of Rex' nose.

She felt frozen and unable to speak. For one terrible, heart-stopping

moment she wondered if she had lost her mind. But try as she might, she

couldn't seem to break from her insidious position of bending over. She

continued to stoop there, waiting for something she knew not what,

unable to breathe, feeling the big dog's head shifting farther up

inside her miniskirt -- where the soft nylon crotch band of her panties

ran between her thighs -- and then, then -- the hot pressured lap of

Rex' wetly working tongue snaking up under the nylon leg band of her

panties and stroking along the blonde curling pussy hair all the way

back and up into her anal crevice!

"Oooohhhh ..." Jan felt as if she was gargling deep in her belly,

although the sound was actually coming only from her throat. With the

first evanescent, fiery flick of Rex's tongue along her cuntal lips, a

twinge of pleasure so great it couldn't be borne for longer than a

single instant inflamed her loins and licked out like a raging forest

fire throughout her thighs, belly and quickly then through the rest of

her entire sex-starved body. She moved softly and almost fell against

the refrigerator, holding onto it for dear life.

Good God! Rex had sensed her erotic need! What more did he sense? No --

no, he couldn't ...

"Aaaaahhhhh ..." His burning, long thick tongue still moving teasingly

under her panties felt like a firebrand at the thin vertical lips of

her hotly flaming pussy. The caress of that tongue against her

helplessly upturned vaginal slit was like nothing else she had ever

experienced in her entire life.

There! He did it again! Jan groaned and hung onto the open door of the

refrigerator, the blast of cold air from inside combining with the

fiercely lascivious sensation of Rex' tongue sweeping so hotly along

her cuntal crevice. She hung there in space, stooped over helplessly,

as he drew his feverishly singeing tongue upward once more, through her

open and vulnerable thighs along the entire murderous length of her

hotly flushed vaginal slit.

"Oooohhhhhh," Jan struggled to raise herself up, to resist this

irresistible titillation ... and finally she managed to straighten, her

entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her buttocks

cheeks closing tightly together to press out that insidious pleasure-

giving nose that was so much what she needed at that particular moment.

She gasped and turned around, her hot young breasts heaving with

emotion, her eyes shining. Oh God! Was this the answer to her prayer? A

dog was neither masturbation nor, technically, an illicit lover. The

wonderful in-between land of animalism!

But wasn't it dirty nonetheless?

She held the lamb bone in her hand as she gazed down with gleaming,

heat-drenched eyes at the dog-paramour who was staring up at her with

almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging furry

tail.

"So ..." Jan breathed hotly, almost unable to get her voice. "That's

why Marge and all the other housewives are so in love with you, you

devil ..." Her voice came out in a tremulous, nervous whisper, all the

sensations she had struggled against for the last several hours rushing

over her in an implacable wave almost uncontrollable desire.

But she kept her thighs clutched tightly together nonetheless, even

though this terrible, passionate intensity threatened to overwhelm her

voluptuous, blonde young curves.

"You ... you ... so that's why ... why every housewife in the

neighborhood stops to say hello to you, and pet you -- when their

husbands aren't looking ... they knew ... and I didn't ... oh God! That

handsome face ... and this is how Marge trained you ... oh God ... oh

God ..."

The large German shepherd made a small, whimpering sound as he gazed up

at the sexually intoxicated young bride. She was confused, he sensed,

but he was content to wait. It was often this way the first time with

human women. They needed time and patience.

But was he whimpering for the bone in her hands or for her? Jan

wondered. Or was it both he needed?

She clutched her breast, her eyes wide with breathless indecision.

Surely she couldn't be thinking ... feeling ... that ... Her pussy

twinged and she made a hoarse little cry. Did this animal sense what

sort of obscene desire was tormenting her? She shivered and suddenly

rushed to the bathroom as if Satan himself were on her heels.

But there was no avoiding the need for some sort of decision. Her loins

fairly boiled as she whirled at Rex, who had come leaping after her.

Her breasts heaved irregularly with volcanic, unfulfilled desire. She

had to resist ... had to ...

"Oooooooh God ..." Then suddenly it was too late. The furry length of

Rex' soft warm nose pressed heatedly against the side of her nakedly

trembling leg and she felt faint. She closed her eyes and suddenly she

was carried away on a wave of desire so sudden and pure that she

totally forgot who or what or where she was.

Because now all she could know or sense was the fiery feeling glowing

so fiercely up between her heatedly aroused young vaginal lips ...

Chapter 2

It seemed an eternity before she was able to pry her eyes open again.

Where was he? Oh yes, that soft moist muzzle so affectionately pressed

against her leg ... Jan felt as if she were bathed in a heated pool

containing nothing but purest sensuality. This concept that was

broiling her loins to a cinder had no counterpart or explanation or

excuse in any kind of moral law; because it was never discussed, even

clandestinely, women fundamentally had no defense against it. Animalism

was a state all of itself and bore no relation to anything else a good

woman was trained to resist. Consequently it was difficult for a young

innocent like Jan to marshal any arguments against it. It was simply

there this hideous, subtly obscene desire, growing like a hot coal

between her legs ... until all will was leaving her and she could not

fight it any longer ...

Suddenly she could not believe it was her own voice was speaking, so

hoarse with blind passion, "Here, darling ... come in here with Aunty

Jan!"

Rex' animal eyes gleamed. This was what he had been waiting for. His

soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles. His sniffer could taste the

warm scent of sex emanating now so strongly from beneath Jan's flimsy

miniskirt and panties.

"Yes, darling," she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her

defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom,

her loins fairly boiling with desire. Come on, baby, that's mama's

darling ... come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone! See what a

nice thing Jam has for you!"

The breathless, breath-taking young blonde heaved her breasts out with

desire as she watched Rex approach her. It was too late by far to stop

now. She knew she was acting like a depraved whore, but there was

something evil infusing itself into her mind and body so potently, that

she was powerless to resist it! Her flesh had taken possession

completely, and her all her here-to-fore fiercely moral will had been

caged.

The eager animal whimpered lustfully again, its thickening red penis

slipping ever so slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest

drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. It knew what it

wanted, but it was trained first always to please the mistress of the

house.

A mild shudder rippled through Jan's hopelessly turned-on being. The

sheer eroticism of the situation, without any counterpart in her living

memory, coupled with the mild dosing of whiskey she had subjected

herself to all day long, combined to make her giddy and without

reasonable restraint on her emotions. The awful, frustrating, tingling

feeling she had felt after her husband, Steve, had drawn his penis out

of her much too early had returned with greater force than ever -- and

here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying that terrible

passion ...

So she stood there, the door now closing behind Rex, and then suddenly

she spread her legs and lifted her miniskirt luridly up above her

waist, revealing through the tissue thin panties her hotly seeping

young blonde pussy, nestled so earnestly within the light, fleecy

fringe of golden hair!

"Rex!" she panted, reaching down with her fingers and pulling her panty

crotch band aside. "Quick! Do it for Aunt Jan the way you do it for

Mama Marge. Lick it, baby! Lick between Jan's legs for her!" The lewd

hoarse whisper came out hot as if from a blast furnace, electric jolts

of raging excitement to flash through her flaming young cunt.

She watched the handsome dog eagerly, her eyes ablaze, a spot of

licentious saliva appearing on her hot red lips. Every move the

muscular animal made her knees turn to water, until she thought she

would fall. Everything about her had turned to jelly before the

fascination of this great, handsome beast. There was a rage within her

cunt that dominated her completely and without exception or mercy.

Unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed into her up between

her legs as she realized that he understood! He was actually going to

lick her up there between her thighs!

"Oooohhhhh ..." Her eyes shut again. "Hurry, Rex ... oh darling hurry

..." She thrillingly trembled. Would he? Would he? Her burning pussy,

now so moist and almost dripping with passion was totally exposed now.

Would he? Would he ?

He did!

Jan uttered a mindless cry of purest delight as the beautiful darling's

long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip as it

searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive young lips of her

passionately waiting pussy! Before she knew what was happening, it had

laved its way to the very mouth of her desire-inflamed vagina,

separating wetly the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching

heat upward between, and then climaxing with an agonizingly

electrifying twist at the delicate bud of her already hotly vibrating

little clitoris!

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," she gurgled ecstatically. And now there was no

stopping him. She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly

nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being.

Again and again the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual caress,

drawing gasps of wild obscene intoxication from the young blonde

housewife, her full, firm chest heaving for breath. Over and over his

lapping tongue splayed through the widespread crevice between her

ardently shivering legs, singeing her exposed and vulnerable loins

thrust so obscenely forward, the soft, curl-spreckled pubic mound

seething with primitive sexual energy. Rex's deliciously lustful

licking of her erotically steaming vagina had left her no better than a

whimpering, gibbering idiot, crazy to feel every last lick, every last

wild, thrilling, mind-bending sensation from that handsome furry head

that was pursuing her cunt with an ardent devotion she had never known

before in her entire young life.

As for Rex, he hadn't been interested in the lamb bone for a single

minute, and now her slender hand opened, helpless in the grip of this

furious passion, and the bone dropped with a clatter to the tiled

floor. Rex didn't notice at all. From the moment his new, beautiful

blonde mistress had raised her skirt and shown her down soft cuntal

lips by pulling her white nylon panties aside, he was interested in

nothing else. He knew from vast experience what to do, and he did it,

slavishly, with that long wet tongue of his, licking through the blonde

curling pubic hair, and her eagerly responding cunt, and flicking

around her moist upper thighs as well, where they shivered under his

lapping touch. His blood raced ruttishly, and his pinkened penis

extended dangerously from its dark enclosure. The delicate scent of her

rousing loin-spill, flowing outward from his mistress' entrancing young

cunt, filled his keen sensitive nostrils and made them flare. He

stroked with increasing urgency and ardor the moistened, silky pink

flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong German shepherd

heart beat wildly at her exciting feminine sex odor, the intense fever

of her desire contagiously spreading to his own powerful loins.

"Darling ..." she breathed in a lost fit of passion. "Darling ... oh

God ... honey ... yes like that ... oh darling ... that's it ... lap my

cunt! You darling!" she hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes

tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head

lolled back, rolling all of her long blonde hair over her shoulders

back and firmly round young buttocks. A blue vein throbbed ardently in

her temple as all of her healthy young being gave itself over to the

sheer exquisite joy of having her cunt lapped by an animal with such

marvelous understanding of the human female need.

''Oh lover ... you sweet ... sweet beauty ... oh love me to death! Lick

me! Oh God ... I'm dying ... Keep it up, baby ... don't stop ...

oooohhhhhh ... don't ever stop ... Mama Jan will cum in a minute ... oh

ohhhoooohhhh ... faster, baby, faster ... lick ... lick ... DARLING!"

Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream for completion ...

completion ... completion ... only ... only the most blinding orgasm in

the entire world that she had ever known ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh

...

And then it penetrated to her mind. Agonizingly, tormentingly, wildly

debilitating at first ... and then so it drove her out of her mind --

there was someone knocking at the front door!

For a lengthy moment Jan felt as if she were rooted like a tree trunk

into the floor of the bathroom. All she wanted was this wonderful,

mind-blowing orgasm ... lustfully captivated, she wallowed like a

performing seal in the throes of forbidden enchantment ...

But the knocking finally became too much, too distracting. Finally the

huge dog discontinued his lavish obscene caress, as he had been cued to

do years ago.

Oh God, just one second more and she would have cum! She was sure of

it! She wanted to scream from unabated excitement. She thrust her hotly

seething vaginal hump obscenely forward, trying to tempt Rex back, but

the handsome dog was too well-trained to respond to knocks and buzzers.

Instead of continuing the lewd tonguing of his beautiful blonde baby-

sitter, he nosed his way out the door and into the hall.

"Ooooh, God," she groaned reflexively, almost the first real anger Jan

had ever indulged in her entire life. Her saliva-moistened vagina

shivered maddeningly almost to orgasm -- but not quite. Groaning with

rage, her eyes blazing, she shoved down her wrinkled miniskirt, and

flung the door to the bathroom open with a heavy bang against the wall.

Chapter 3

"Jan . . Oh Jaaaaan! Yoo hoo!"

It was her mother! Jan gasped. She had better get herself together in a

hurry!

She glanced into the hall mirror as she passed it on the way to the

door. Her cheeks looked unnaturally warm and pink, but after all that

was nothing and would subside in a moment. For the rest of it, there

was probably no trace.

Which wasn't to say that she didn't produce enough sexually excited

scent for a smart dog like Rex to pick up. She glanced back at him with

a sly, conspiratorial smile. Clever fellow. She would have to get back

to him later, if her old guilt feelings didn't come back. Her hot young

vagina was veritably burning up.

"Coming, mom," she called, trying to fix her hair back in its sleek

blonde pony tail. About half of it had come undone during what she had

been doing so obscenely with Rex. She didn't want to look like an utter

wreck when she opened the door. Things would be difficult enough over

the next few weeks, trying to sneak a few precious moments with her

neighbor's darling pet and having to look after her folks at the same

time.

"Jan!"

She opened the door and there was her mother. A little more gray in her

hair, but fundamentally the same attractive, changeless woman. Her

father, Arnold Talbott, stood back and slightly to one side as Sarah

Talbott enfolded daughter Jan in her loving arms and gave her a hot,

wet kiss on the side of her neck. "Hello, dear, they seemed to say with

unison.

After the clench with her mother, her father stepped forward and they

embraced. Jan was so hot from the incident with Rex that she almost

forgot herself and embraced him a little too snugly. Her hot young

pussy was fairly screaming with love and need. Her face was so flushed

with sex heat that she was certain he must have noticed it.

"Oh, it's nice to see you, dad," she said, trying to conceal her hyper-

heated sensuality by kissing him lightly on the cheek.

But Arnold Talbott caught the hint of something unusual on the heat of

her breath. Yet he knew that Steve was at work. What was up?

"It's nice to see you, dear."

Jan stared at her distinguished father for one long moment in time.

Arnold Talbott still had a full head of brilliant white hair and, at

forty-five, was still a very attractive man. What was more, he knew it.

He was tall for a man his age, about six feet, and he carried his lean,

well-kept body with an air of elegant grace.

"Well," said Sarah Talbott, at last breaking the heavy, pregnant

silence. "Shall we bring our bags in?"

"I'll help you," Jan said cheerfully. She was genuinely pleased to see

her parents, and the hot desire in her belly was quickly subsiding.

Even now she felt as if she was regaining some of her sanity. For one

brief moment she considered that she might even find the interlude with

Rex just that and only that -- an interlude. Maybe all this heated

sensuality would pass and she would ignore the handsome dog in the

future. Maybe she should blame her depravity on the whiskey she'd been

drinking in quiet shots all morning. Certainly it was not like her at

all to behave so obscenely. Now that she was getting her head back

together, her ability to resist depravity was sure to strengthen.

So she helped her parents bring their things in. Her mother chattered

on and on, though, about all the traveling they had been doing for the

last few weeks -- her father had taken a month's vacation from the

plant he owned that made ball bearings and sheet metal. They had

visited her brother in Alaska, and also contemplated a Caribbean

cruise. In any case, now they were with her and they could relax and

rest up before deciding what to do next.

After getting their bags into the guest room and doing a minimum of

unpacking, Sarah Talbott brushed her hands over her voluminously formed

breasts, down her hips, and generally shifted to straighten out the

snug, voluptuously formed suit she was wearing. Then she went into the

kitchen and sat down at the table as her daughter poured coffee. Her

eyes studied the curvaceous young blonde and for the thousandth time

she marveled at the adorable sexy way that her beautiful young daughter

was put together. Since she and Arnold had become secret swingers nine

months ago -- after twenty years of marriage -- she had developed a

more heightened appreciation of such things. She had always known that

her lovely blonde daughter was sexy and attractive, but now she

appreciated as well how vitally important this was in life.

Which wasn't to say she hadn't always appreciated her own

attractiveness. Indeed, she had wallowed delightfully in the knowledge

of it. But previous to her and Arnold 'cutting out' with the marriage

and departure of their last child, she had always regarded her

voluptuous proportions as something that was used only to tease anyone

else besides one's husband. Though there had been temptations, until

their recent departure into the world of 'swinging,' Sarah Talbott had

been devotedly faithful to Arnold for a steadfast twenty-four years.

And she had brought her children up to have similar highly structured

view on the behavior of a woman within the marriage bond.

But now, as she watched her luscious, sleek golden-haired Jan moving

about in the large and elegantly furnished kitchen, she wondered if she

had been entirely right in the way she had brought her daughter up.

Because swinging had taught her how pleasurable -- and perfectly decent

-- swinging could be. There was scarcely anything that could fire her

more now than to witness Arnold having his heavily hardened cock sucked

on by some other woman, or to see him standing over her snapping

pictures while she had her legs spread wide and some new man fucked

heatedly into her eagerly absorbing pussy. She could only wonder that

it had taken them so long in their married life to discover such

delight.

Which wasn't to say, of course, that she had taken any unfeminine

advances in the direction of doing it with other couples. Originally

the idea had been entirely Arnold's and she had even been a little

reluctant about it.

For some time after Jan was married and went off to live in Barrington

Hills, Arnold had begun showing up with obscene pictures which he

allowed to lay around casually here and there about their swank five

bedroom Georgian house on the North Shore in Kenilworth. Incredible

stuff, really, it seemed at first, with couples swapping, and lengthy

daisy chain orgies where one simply could not tell what was going on,

or who was doing what to whom. Women sucking on men's cocks, and having

their vagina's reamed with hardened poles of male flesh, while other

men sucked on their titties, and so on. Women getting their cunts

licked, too, and so on. Sometimes the daisy chains seemed to be

occupying twenty people at a time. There were blondes, redheads,

brunettes, brownettes, of every size and shape. Some tall and slender

with hard pomegranate tits. Others short and buxom and rosy so that men

at the very sight of them would want to eat them up. And everyone

cavorting and having an incredible obscene time in a fashion that set

her heart to lurch violently.

She had tried complaining to him at first, but he had standard retorts:

"Don't be silly, Sarah, there's nothing illegal about keeping that

stuff around in your own house." And: "Maybe you ought to consider

doing a little swapping yourself, ourselves. At your age there's no

chance of getting pregnant, and we haven't got so long to go in this

world that we can afford to pass up any side amusements. You can't

tell, it might be fun, doll. Why don't you trust me and find out?"

She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however. Right up

to the point where she felt that she was losing him. He would go out

and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse. In the

morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick. Finally she

couldn't take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment. She

consented tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him

happy and he would stop being silent with her.

In short, she did it initially -- started swapping -- solely to please

him.

But what a change there had been after their fist few sessions! Even

the first one, as brief and unsatisfactory as it inherently was, had

opened up an amazing world of fresh thrills and sensations that she had

never even dreamed existed.

Being totally naked and getting fucked by a strange man with her

husband watching turned out to be the most fearfully, heart-palpitating

excitement any woman could possibly imagine! Before long she had become

an even more devoted swinger than Arnold. Her entire personality

changed and opened up like a flower that had been grown in the shadows

for too long. Her eyes seemed to open miraculously. As thrill after

thrill pounded and drummed through her tall, voluptuous body, she found

herself screaming out and crying obscenities that she had never dreamed

of uttering in twenty-four years of married life. Her cunt fairly

throbbed with excitement; her orgasms were mind-blowing and explosive,

ripping her apart from one nerve ending and through all the others.

Before long she wanted nothing but sex, sex, sex of every possible and

conceivable type. She couldn't seem to help herself. Her cunt pulsated

continuously now as it considered the approach of the next tongue or

the next cock plunging wildly within her burning cuntal crevice. She

seemed to be in a constant state of excitement and anticipation for the

next mind-blowing sexual scene of swapping with other couples. She had

even learned to love watching Arnold licking another woman's pussy, or

fucking some gorgeous young blonde from behind in the rectum or cunt.

Nothing now seemed any longer obscene or repellent. They had both

become supremely sexual creatures, living only for their wild

hedonistic thrills. She wondered only how she had managed to survive so

many decades existing in any other state. All the years that had been

wasted! But now she was going to make up for them, that was for sure!

Indeed, it was even noticeable that very soon their roles had become

almost reversed -- so that now it was she who was the supreme hedonist

who couldn't seem to get enough of sexual swapping, while occasionally

it was Arnold who complained that he was a trifle bored with the whole

thing and would like to stay home more!

So it was that she considered all this as she watched her lovely,

fulsomely developed young blonde daughter putter around her kitchen,

her shining yellow pony tail swinging in the breeze. Jan had never had

her hair cut, so that now the point of her pony tail seemed to be

pointed right down into the crevice of her succulently shaped young

buttock cheeks. The fulsome thrust of her impudently firm young bosom

reminded Sarah somewhat of the gorgeous nineteen year old brunette they

had swapped with the previous week in Anchorage during a brief trip

away from Jan's brother's home. That had been a sensational session!

The brunette's handsome young boy-friend had turned out to be a six-

foot-five lumberjack hairy as a grizzly. His massive cock and balls had

really set Sarah's loins spinning wildly, so that she had sucked him

off slavishly and practically tried to almost completely swallow his

delicious young balls. Arnold and the brunette had had to pull her off

of him. What a gorgeous animal that young man had been! Indeed, it had

been almost like being fucked by a grizzly bear when his massive rod

sluiced into her cunt from the back, with that big boy riding her as if

she were an animal bitch! Her orgasms had been truly shattering and

mind-exploding! She had been totally mystified to find she could not

get her head back together for fifteen minutes afterward, and even then

she had come out of it gibbering like a mindless idiot from her

fantastic climax.

If both men hadn't taken to gently sucking on her tits, she might not

have gotten her head back at all, in fact. She had really been out of

it.

Jan poured coffee for the both of them. Arnold was still getting

organized in the guest room. Sarah continued to study her statuesquely-

put-together young blonde daughter.

And she found herself wondering mildly if Jan had ever had any obscene

thoughts.

But of course not. Until she herself had been introduced to swinging,

she had brought her lovely voluptuous daughter up so carefully that she

could never be really interested in sex in a 'dirty' way.

If only she had realized years back that she was probably doing more

harm than good!

But now it was probably too late. Her lovely daughter was probably too

prudish by far. She wondered how Steve managed. God forbid she should

ever find out the path her distinguished, social-register parents had

taken! If the Wilmette Woman's Club ever found out! And Jan could never

possibly comprehend it!

She smiled softly to herself and sipped her coffee delicately. Her mind

fluttered back to Steve, her handsome young son-in-law. Now, there was

a charming boy. He had the most beautiful succulent lips, like those of

a Greek god, coupled with a Roman nose, jet black wavy hair, deep, sexy

blue eyes slightly lidded like Robert Mitchum's. His shoulders were

impossibly square and broad, and the rest of him she remembered as

trimly muscled, from his washboard tummy to his long, muscular

swimmer's legs. Shoulders like his belonged to a boxer, but his

trimness was that muscular slenderness of a gymnast. She wondered if he

was still so magnificently proportioned, like a young god.

"Sugar, mother?"

"Two, please, dear. You know how I like it."

Sarah Talbott lit her king-size cigarette and placed it delicately in

the ivory cigarette holder she had bought in San Francisco. She stirred

her coffee and wondered mildly if she would be able to get the handsome

young son-in-law in bed with her. Just the memory of him set her heart

to racing. But wouldn't he be shocked if he knew, the innocent lad!

They would have to work on him cautiously. No use upsetting Jan by

clumsy planning!

Then of course there was the fact that in this particular instance

Arnold would not have anybody to swap with. He could scarcely swap with

his own daughter!

Or could he?

No -- no, that was just a bit much. She was a swinger, Sarah Talbott,

but she was fundamentally a decent person. She knew that society had

invented the taboos against incest with good reason, although she

couldn't think offhand of just what they were,

Arnold would just have to be satisfied with her having a go at the

handsome Steve. After all, she didn't kick up a fuss when she caught

him working over their gorgeous redheaded daughter-in-law in Fairbanks,

did she? No, she had merely closed the door again and let them continue

without interruption.

So he owed her one.

Suddenly her eyes darted. A German shepherd lay curled up in the corner

next to the refrigerator. Then it occurred to her -- she had noticed

the animal immediately upon entering, but she had been so absorbed in

seeing Jan again that she had completely forgotten it.

What a handsome animal it was, too. What sleek, shining fur. Certainly

very healthy looking.

Then her eyes widened. She was alarmed to see the animal suddenly begin

stroking the slightly protruding pink tip of its penis with its very

own tongue! How disgusting!

Sarah glanced hurriedly at Jan. Had she noticed? Apparently not. Well,

she wasn't going, to say anything herself.

She looked back at the dog. Now it was licking its rapidly exposing

penis repeatedly and with increasing heat. Sarah blanched. That devil!

She studied its long, muscular mature body. Its haunches were

magnificently proportioned, if she knew anything about dogs. I'll bet

he drives all the bitches in the neighborhood wild, she thought with a

secretive smile. Handsome devil

Then she noticed that Jan had joined her gaze. She was quite surprised

to see her daughter look sheepishly away, down at her coffee. The

pretty blonde housewife's cheeks turned a bright crimson, but she said

nothing at all.

How odd. Sarah decided that it was up to herself to break the ice in

this curious situation.

"Well, that's a dog that certainly knows how to misbehave, isn't it?"

Jan's pretty blush seemed to deepen. "He's not an it, " she said a

little too hotly, feeling as if her loins were clutching a handful of

squirming snakes. "He's a he ..."

"Obviously," said Sarah, still watching the thoroughly engrossed dog,

who paused occasionally in his self-ministration to cast a hot,

amazingly human glance in her direction. She was quite taken aback with

the force in that glance -- or was she imagining overmuch?

"He's just a pet from next door. I promised Marge Levitt I'd look after

him while they were on vacation," Jan said lamely, her cheeks flushed

with embarrassed blood.

Sarah smiled and picked up her coffee cup. She averted her eyes from

the misbehaving dog. "Certainly, dear. It's just that this isn't what

one expects to find in one's kitchen."

Jan looked with sparkling eyes at Rex, hoping desperately that her

tremulous voice did not give her away. "I suppose I could let him

outside."

Sarah said nothing. She felt a vague curiosity about something she

could not precisely define. Her daughter's air was altogether too

urgent and tense. This was not like Jan at all.

She looked back at the handsome German shepherd. Watching the sleek,

muscular animal play with its own genitals, she could not repress a

tremor of excitement up between her own thighs as she abruptly found

herself trying to imagine what a lengthy tongue like that might feel

like worming up along her own vaginal crevice and then flicking wetly

at her hot little puckered anus! The older woman found her nostrils

flaring. She had become altogether too aroused sexually over the last

few months not to feel something watching that magnificent animal. She

looked over at Jan who had stood up and was taking tentative steps

toward the handsome animal. Had she overplayed her puritan hand?

Yes, her performance had been altogether too convincing. "Come on,

Rex," Jan said lightly, tugging at the German shepherd's collar, "it's

outside for you."

Rex made a tiny whining noise, casting what Sarah saw as a

breathtakingly flirtatious glance in her direction. Then she lifted a

hand to her throat in hot, sensual astonishment. Surely this she must

be imagining!

But no -- the dog continued to glance back at her as his new blonde

mistress led him out the kitchen door and onto the patio, its long,

thick red tongue wet and glistening, lolling out lavishly as it plodded

out. Sarah felt something clutch at her throat. What abnormal eyes this

handsome dog had! Indeed, they were the eyes of a sexy, noble prince

encased in an animal's body, smoldering with unconcealed desire.

Despite her most respectable convictions, Sarah felt her vagina begin

to moisten and tremble. Her nostrils flared and a slight, thin line of

perspiration broke out on her upper lip.

And suddenly she was ashamed, unconsciously ashamed. While it was true

that she had been living a deliciously wanton life for the last eight

months, she certainly was no pervert. No lesbianism or any other horrid

stuff for her, like black leather or anything like that. Sexually she

indulged only in what one might expect from any good Republican and

member of the North Shore Women's League.

And now -- to flare hotly over a dog! Shame flooded from deep in her

very being.

But maybe it was just that she and Arnold hadn't made love in over

three days, during their cross country train trip. She was hot as a

firecracker consequently, and the littlest thing could turn her on.

That was it, she felt sure.

She would have to rectify the situation soon, she decided, or she would

go out of her mind.

And there was, after all, no time like the present.

Chapter 4

After the briefest sample of feminine chatter, Sarah made the best

excuse she could and made her way back to the Talbott's bedroom, where

she found her husband dozing in bed with a handful of pornographic

pictures sitting under the lamp by the bedside. Two of them were

streaked with milky cum, now hard and flakey, as was the coverlet,

Shaking her head, she took all the pins out of her coal-black hair, now

streaked with gray, and let it tumble in a thickened mass down her back

to her fulsomely formed buttocks. Although she had had her hair trimmed

occasionally, Sarah Talbott had never had it really cut in fifty years.

Her father, an ardent Quaker, had considered girls who cut their hair

as workers for the devil, and somehow she had just never kept up with

the latest fashions. So that now her gorgeous thick dark mane tumbled

out all over down her shoulders and back, nestling softly just above

the crevice of her buttocks.

Arnold Talbott turned on the bed and opened one eye. "What is it,

honey? You and our little girl finish your chat so early?"

Sarah said nothing. She just kept on undressing. She opened her blouse,

revealing the voluminous globes of her breasts where they heaved in

their silken sheaths. Through the thin material of her brassiere she

could see the small dark ovals of her aureoles, and atop them the tiny

quivering peaks of her nipples, designed to draw men's lips. She was in

such a state of delayed excitement that her nipples had already come up

hard and high. Her vagina was awash with a lewdly rising tingle.

Gulping and making a little moan, she ran her hands into her bra and

clutched each enormous breast, tweaking her nipples teasingly like the

dials of a radio. She had never quite grown out of the delirious desire

to have her huge breasts fondled, and they were always inordinately

sensitive to the slightest touch. Just the most ordinary sucking by a

young man's mouth could drive her wild. She loved it especially when

young boys sucked on them as if they were milking her, sucking in as

much of the hyper-sensitive surrounding flesh as they could. This

really set her cunt to churning. She loved to call them baby when they

did that, as if they were really newborn babies at her titties, sucking

for life itself, and she used other equally illicit endearments as

well. It was really grand with young men -- like Steve. She wondered

now how she had gone so long without giving in. She could remember that

extremely attractive fourteen year old newspaper delivery boy, for

example, and the way his hot young eyes had devoured her when she had

come to the door to pay for the paper ... there was going to be a

surprise in store for him when she got back to Kenilworth ...

"You have such big tits you could probably suck on them yourself,"

Arnold whispered from the bed.

She giggled guiltily, made a little smile and reached back to unfasten

her bra. It came away, revealing her enormous chest in all its swaying,

pendulous glory. She shook her tits and made a hot, sensuous little

laugh. "I'll bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you, honeypie?"

"I might," he admitted, grinning, and he threw back the covers,

revealing a gigantic hard-on standing up in his hand from its hairy

base like a redwood tree about to be felled. "I've got my balls in an

uproar for the last twenty-four years every time I see your beautiful

big tits, hon. I'd get a kick like anything out of it if you sucked on

them yourself, baby."

She giggled again and fluttered her lashes demurely, combing out her

long black hair. "You're obscene," she said. "A nice woman shouldn't do

a thing like that."

''You've finger-fucked yourself, haven't you? "

"You know I have, Arnold."

"Same difference, sucking on your own tits."

"But isn't there anything else you'd rather I sucked on?" she grinned

mischievously.

He laughed and gripped his cock snugly. "You know there is! Get over

here!"

Sarah smiled and began a little dance as she finished undressing. Her

huge breasts swayed and bobbed. She knew they were sufficient to give

Arnold -- or any man a hard-on with precious little else required, they

were so large and well-formed. Her long black hair assisted the

opulence and fullness of her well-preserved contours. Although she was

massively built upstairs, she had an unnaturally tiny waist which

flared outward into a full hourglass pair of hips just made for bedroom

games. Her long shapely legs were nicely formed and still firm without

an ounce of fat, although here and there, there was a slight,

provocative stretch wrinkle. She had after all been a mother twice.

Still, the sheer voluptuousness of her proportions could only be termed

goddess-like, and she knew it. Young men doted on her motherly

proportions every bit as much as she adored their hard young muscles.

Her skirt fell in a pool around her ankles as she hummed softly and

moved her sexy body as arousingly as she knew how in her primitive

dance of love. After she slipped off her long black stockings she put

her fingers into the elastic of her sheer black nylon panties and drew

them tantalizingly down.

Arnold began reflexively stroking himself, his mouth hanging open.

Though he had fucked a great many other women in his time, Sarah was

still his all-time greatest turn-on. For one thing, she had the most

magnificent body he had ever seen on a woman. Her tits dominated

everything; no man could resist them. For another thing, she had a

sensuously educated mouth for cock sucking and was positively the best

in the world. For these and other reasons he was devoted to his

gorgeous sexy wife more than she knew or would ever find out, and the

passage of years had not dimmed his lust for her one iota.

And now her panties were down. He invariably gulped at first sight of

the blackly curling pussy hair that covered the sparsely growing

triangular "v" between her legs. He could see the thinly lipped little

vaginal slit lying in wait in between, moistening slightly and shining

with liquid substance.

"Come on," he croaked huskily. "Get over here!"

Sarah smiled and walked over to him. She leaned out over the bed and

let her enormous breasts fall over into his hungry mouth. He sucked

hungrily on one while squeezing the other. She reached down and

exchanged her grip for his on the hardened length of flesh riding up

between his legs, and she began gently masturbating it up and down.

"Arnold?"

"Mmmmm?"

"You don't mind if I pretend you're Stevie, do you? If I pretend you're

my son-in-law while I suck your cock and you're fucking me? Do you,

lover?"

He smiled and kept sucking. This was a little game they played. She

knew well and good that he didn't mind. They had visited the children

for this specific purpose, because she had wanted to get a 'thing'

together with young Steve. And after the way he had screwed their

daughter-in-law half-silly in Alaska while their son Ronald was away at

work, he owed it to her. He didn't mind at all.

Her body strained and worked with his hands as they worked over her. He

rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently pressing apart

the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to the tiny

puckered circle of tightly clenched anus. Then he worked his hand up

into the satin-like softness until his fingers came in hot, wet contact

with the soft dark curls of her pubic hair already slickened with the

rising juices of her desire.

"Ooooooohhhhhh ..." she moaned as his middle finger slithered upward

between the two eagerly pulsating lips of her open cunt. "Stevieeeeee

... oooooohh that's nice ... fuck your mama with your finger, Stevie

..."

She gripped his cock tighter and was stroking wildly, her mouth opening

mindlessly in a long, drawn-out groan. Then suddenly she could take it

no longer. Her brain reeled -- yes, she had to have her son-in-law's

cock in her mouth ...

Abruptly her head bent ... He grabbed her neck and pushed her down into

position, her breasts flooding along the length of his hot, shivering

flesh like warm, water-filled hot water bottles. He placed both hands

gently behind her head, pushing her face towards his wildly palpitating

cock. Then he groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces of her

mouth brush gently against the sensitive head of his cock. Her lips

then fell limply open and her head moved forward. Suddenly his heart

raced with well-remembered delight -- the tight rounded ovals of

lipstick-covered mouth enclosed snugly over the tightly stretched skin

of his prick. Arnold groaned and sighed and lay his head back on the

pillow. Once his voluptuously experienced wife got going, she didn't

need any help.

And anyway he wanted to imagine it was his own gorgeous blonde daughter

who was sucking him off. Jan had really blossomed out since marriage,

and her hot young figure was more voluptuous than ever. Her long blonde

hair was something that he could gaze at the brush against with nose

and fingers all day, every day of the year. And her tits, while not so

pendulous and huge as her mother's, were incomparable in their own way.

Ever since she was a little girl, he had often imagined her sucking him

off, although he was far too respectable to do anything about it.

And anyway, it didn't do at all to seduce one's daughter. Such

daughters became too attached and addicted to their fathers and

consequently had unhappy, unsatisfying marriages. And Arnold Talbott

wanted grand-children. No, there was no condoning misbehavior with

one's own daughter, despite all the wild sexual scenes he had played in

his time.

Of course, now that Jan was married, maybe there would be no harm in it

-- not that she'd ever be willing, of course. Her mother had brought

her up to be very respectable. Of course, the books were never fully

closed on a transaction like that. Well, he would wait and see what

happened.

In any case, for the present there was no harm anyway in imagining it

was she who was wrapping the warmth of her moist, wet lips so hungrily

around his cock. He wondered idly if she did that to Steve, and tried

to imagine them at it.

Sarah's now hotly working tongue was swirling around his aching cock

and almost making it boil over with cum right from the beginning. Her

lips were soft and smooth like saliva-moistened pillows of flesh as

they clasped tightly in a snug, elastic-like ring over his burning rod

of desire-hardened flesh. He could feel her lips beneath, a sort of

pained intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of it into

her throat as she could. She seemingly surrounded all of him with the

hot moist warmth of her saliva and tender inner flesh of her tongue. He

pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, and pressed

inward drawing her inner mouth even tighter around him.

The moist, nibbling pressure grew in his overheated balls as her tongue

licked and curled on his cock. It seemed as if all the burning hunger

in his gorgeous wife's pussy was now concentrated in the furnace of her

throat and mouth. Arnold groaned incoherently and caressed her hotly

sucking cheeks. He wanted this beautiful daughter of his to make him

cum and he wanted her to swallow it deep down in her lovely young belly

so that his hardened flesh slid more slickly through her open lips now.

His eyes opened and flared wildly as he watched his glistening rod

disappear into her ovally clasping lips as if it were a tight,

hairlessly devouring cunt. He could feel every nerve ending in his body

pulsating and throbbing within the moistly working cavity and warmth of

her saliva-filled mouth.

She sucked ardently, heavily, keeping his prick hungrily trapped

despite his occasional jerking, burying her face into his loins with

her nose deep in his soft pubic hair. She imagined it was her son-in-

law Steve's pubis, and that it was his wonderful, virile young cock

that she had in her mouth. Occasionally she licked down at his soft,

sperm-filled testicles, thinking it was Steve's, then fell back to

sucking in a mindless delirium of ecstatic wonder, making little

mewling noises of sheer unadulterated delight. The pressure building in

his balls was becoming unbearable and as he watched the beautiful

feminine face suck so passionately his cock seemed to inflate and

lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

This was his own daughter, Jan, sucking him off, he dreamed! His

gorgeous blonde daughter! With her luscious, beautiful young tits!

And then suddenly there was a fiercely rippling shudder passing through

his loins -- and a lightning flow of liquid white sperm shot from his

balls, along the hard, blood bloated ridge of his cock, and all the way

up into his wife's desperately gurgling throat! He gripped her head

tightly between his hands and shoved his cock gaggingly all the way

back. She groaned as the first thin needle of hot white spray struck

her tonsils, then swallowed hungrily as it continued gushing wetly into

her mouth. His prick jerked wildly, but she managed to hold on. The

hot, fiery liquid spurted all the way down to her hungrily absorbing

stomach and she gulped for more. Her cheeks stretched and bloated as

she couldn't swallow fast enough. Her throat worked gluttonously to get

every last drop, sputtering to keep from choking on the whitely

cascading sperm as he emptied the contents of his balls relentlessly

into the depths of her thirstily working gullet.

Arnold's body quivered and a long, ecstatic sigh broke from his lips as

he again imagined himself shooting his semen down his beautiful blonde

daughter's throat. She could suck beautifully ... he pushed his fingers

into her long blonde hair ... bracing himself to keep from shuddering

right off the bed and onto the floor.

Sarah would not let her son-in-law's delicious organ fall from her

lips. She continued to suck and lick off every last drop as it

gradually diminished, extracting every last bit from the tiny hole in

its peak. Tiny thin trails of white cum seeped from her liquid-bloated

mouth and ran down to her chin. It seemed as if her handsome son-in-

law's cock was going to deflate completely down to nothing.

But then, surprisingly, his cock began to thicken again in the soft,

slippery furnace of her mouth. She licked it and bit at it gently,

taking delight in being able to bring it to life again. "Oh, God,

Stevie, I love your cock ..." she mouthed to her bewildered husband,

who, coming back to reality, saw now that it wasn't his daughter who

was sucking his cock, but merely her mother, his own wife. The desire

was quickly rekindled in his boiling balls as she continued to suck

ever so ardently. She teased her sperm-slippery tongue around and

around it until it was restored to its full strength and power, and

then the rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from her mouth, a thin

string of milk-white jism hanging between. Her eyes fluttered open, hot

with desire and she looked up at her husband, still imagining it was

her handsome young son-in-law. Through smokey, lust ridden pupils she

saw his handsome, youthful face and the wonderful hard muscles of his

achingly attractive young body.

"Fuck me," she groaned, reaching for him as she rolled over onto the

bed, onto the dark thick mass of her long black hair, her legs

spreading open automatically to reveal the hot, wet mouth of her

desire-glistening cunt.

"Fuck me, Steve! Ram your cock up into my cunt and fill me with your

beautiful, fresh young cum!"

Arnold chuckled at her reference to their daughter's husband, but

wasted no time as he turned over and came to rest directly between her

eagerly spread thighs, his enormous cock waving around like a divining

rod looking for water. His thighs moved between hers. There was no need

to prepare her, her pussy was already moist and waiting. He could feel

the thin vertical opening of her cunt, throbbing with desperate hunger

for his cock, as he guided the thick length of muscle towards her

through the curling black pubic hair, which was thoroughly soaked with

her passionate secretions. Then the head of his penis touched her soft,

wetly throbbing pussy lips and moved on through with a single long,

smooth stroke born of long familiarity, until he rammed it all the way

up into her cervix. He had fucked his wife so many thousands of times

that she was an old familiar treasure. The smooth, wet walls of her

cunt clasped around his cock like slick seal skin, undulating firmly

around it and driving him crazy.

"Ooooooooooh," she crooned lovingly. Her whole body seemed to be

singing as she imagined that it was her young son-in-law fucking into

her. Her entire insides fluttered with butterflies and opened wide to

receive his cock head deeper into her womb. She groaned and murmured

incoherently as he fucked her savagely, gritting his teeth with desire.

Her body humped eagerly, voluptuously with his and moved with

abandoned, uncontrollable jerks when the thrill became too much to be

borne.

"Ooooh OH," she breathed, "fuck me, Stevie! FUCK MEEEEEEE! Sooooo

goooooooood!" She groaned with ecstatic agony, her arms wrapped tightly

around his neck, her hips humping furiously as he threw the meat to

her, the huge whiteness of her massive breasts squashing out between

them on either side of their chests.

Arnold plunged his huge cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the soft

warm cavern of her belly, feeling her cunt flower open before his

savage onslaught as though she had never been fucked before.

Sarah's wildly steaming flesh jerked and twisted while she moaned

unceasingly, her features contorted with furious passion. Her mouth

moved wordlessly and her nostrils flared with an untamed, animal desire

which took hold of her body as if she were having an uncontrollable

epileptic fit. Her forehead glistened with sweat as her vagina arched

upward through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her

rapidly approaching orgasm. "Ooooooohh Jesus God yes," she cried up

towards the ceiling as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the

wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising

her up off the bed in order to sink his hard driving thickness still

deeper into her passion-drenched cunt. He threw it to her with all the

strength his hips and thighs could muster, and the smooth, hungrily

moving walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped like a heartbeat all

around his hotly bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his

toes, ramming every last inch of his long thick penis up through her

shudderingly accepting hole and dragging a fresh ecstatic moan from her

lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded animal.

Her nostrils snorted wildly and her eyes, now opened wide, gazed

glassy-eyed and unseeing as he fucked savagely into her open body, a

deep, burning desire burning lustfully out of them.

He pulled his head back, his neck muscles straining, and closed his

eyes, imagining that he was fucking supremely into his beautiful blonde

daughter. If Sarah only knew ... he thought from time to time ...

fucking her cunt and thinking of fucking our beautiful young baby girl,

Jan, at the same time ...

Now Sarah twisted and writhed beneath him, unable to control her body

or the wild desire that coursed through her. Her body ached to be

humiliated and fucked by her handsome young son-in-law she imagined in

his place. Her face contorted wildly with passion as her cunt struggled

desperately after its climax. Her lips bared back over her teeth and

desperate moans echoed from deep in her violently heaving breasts. Her

arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, now slithered

down so her fingernails could dig savagely, piercingly into his

muscularly pummeling buttocks as they pounded heavily up into her

desire-flooded loins.

Lewd wet smacking sounds resounded through the room with each vicious,

pile-driving hump up between her openly spread legs. Arnold ran his

hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs

and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair around her cunt

to feel the greedily clinging lips of wet flesh that clung and throbbed

ecstatically around his cock like a snug, avidly sucking mouth. Her

cunt was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-

split crevice of her ass. Her body flamed with passionate perspiration

and gyrated wildly, ravenous for sex and nothing but sex. It seemed to

Sarah as if the entire world began and ended within that central core

of her belly and cunt. She no longer existed except for that flame of

sensation within her vagina, from which everything else about her --

and the world -- built outward progressively.

Her head flailed back and forth uncontrollably on the pillow, sending

her long, soft hair flying everywhere. Her mouth opened in a long,

ecstatic moan and she became something crazed and inhuman as she

churned and squirmed in the grip of pure sex, spreading her legs back

until her knees pressed lightly against her nipples, feeling the sheet

soaking beneath her buttocks and cunt from the profusion of sexual

juices gushing from her burning loins. This fresh position allowed her

husband to fuck his cock up into her even deeper and Sarah squealed

again with delight, still imagining him as her young virile son-in-law.

"Deeper, Stevie! Oooooh, that's it! Fuck me deeper daaaaarling! Deeper,

harder, ooooh fuck me!" she begged, gasping as if she were dying. She

raised her open thighs up higher on his body and wound them

voluptuously around his back, moving her naked hips from side to side

with uncontrollable abandon and spiraling her vagina up and down

crazily along his rhythmically pistoning cock.

"OH JESUS l'M CUMMING!" she gasped hoarsely, ''I'M OH -- OH -- OH!

HONEEEEEEEEEE!" She suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of

burning intensity and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind

his heavily perspiring back. At the same time her arms wrapped tightly

around his neck and she mashed her mouth on his, shoving her tongue all

the way up into his throat with wild abandon and sucking as furiously

as she could. Arnold could taste the pungent, male flavor of the cum he

had spurted into her mouth minutes before. Her back arched and she held

tight to him, then all of a sudden he pushed her legs up high over his

shoulders, rolling her body into a tight fleshy ball which he fucked

mindlessly, drawing hoarse gasps of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" from her helpless

lips, and then suddenly her hotly clinging vagina was quivering and

jerking insanely around his cock as seemingly her whole insides erupted

and spewed out all around his hard-driving cock. Her cum-juice cascaded

down the widespread crevice of her upraised buttocks, flooding wetly

into his testicles as they slapped with heavy lewd smacks into her tiny

puckered anus.

Even though his wife had sucked him dry but a few short moments ago,

the wildness of Sarah's orgasm started a slow aching pressure in her

husband's groin and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and

squeezed with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to

suddenly explode and gush out jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into

her widespread vagina.

"God," he gasped as he imagined himself cumming in his own daughter,

and he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis

smacked like a wooden paddle against the wide-splayed lips of her cunt

and his rhythmically jerking cock pumped deeply down into the throbbing

recesses of her thirstily absorbing belly.

And then a series of wild, violent shudders seemed to hit them both at

once which had no beginning nor any kind of end. Shudders which began

in their toes, rippled through their heaving bodies, and which ended

only in mind-dredging moans and groans that were pure ecstasy for both

of them -- as she imagined that he was Steve, their darling young son-

in-law, and he imagined that she was Jan, their gorgeous blonde

daughter, . .

"Uuuuhhhhhh ..."

"Aaaahhhhhoooooooohhhhh baby ..."

"Mmmmmmmmmm..."

She ran her hands lovingly over his hairy chest as they gradually

settled back, spinning downward and out from the magnificent heights

they had reached together.

Would her son-in-law be that good, she wondered?

Only time would tell.

And for his part, he was still thinking and imagining that he was

stroking the long blonde hair of his beautiful, voluptuous daughter Jan

...

Chapter 5

In the kitchen, Rex was sitting quietly in a corner observing his

beautiful blonde new mistress. As before, his warm animal blood raced

faster as he watched her sensual movements about the kitchen. Nothing

else had happened between them since the new people had come to the

house, although he had noticed that subtle female sexual aroma rising

as well from underneath the dress of the other woman who had arrived at

the house a short time ago. Unmistakably she had gazed into his large

brown eyes with that look of curiosity which so often characterized his

initial encounters with human females.

He licked his paws and continued to watch Jan, her voluptuous body

moving about the kitchen with sexy, top heavy movements, her perfectly

curved hips swaying, her long blonde hair bed up again in its shining

ponytail. Rex wondered idly what his mistress would look like stripped

naked. All human women looked slightly different, and even their holes

felt different when he dog-fucked them, his long, thick penis sliding

up into their hair-fringed cunts and sometimes into their tiny, tightly

clenching backsides.

Jan had managed to get her head back together momentarily, after her

mother had gone back to the bedroom to rest. It had taken some time,

though. She had found it necessary to throw herself into the housework

with everything that was in her, in order to cancel out the terrible

urging in her loins that had been awakened by that devilish dog and the

strange tricks he had been apparently taught by Marge Levitt.

By noon, though, the unsatiated flame in her loins had been adequately

banked and she sat down to a cup of coffee. Earlier, she had heard a

terrific amount of unmistakable noise in her parents' guest room and

closed the door to the kitchen, dreadfully embarrassed and feeling

herself becoming wet between her legs all over again.

The nerve, people that age still carrying on! Her face flushed a beet

red for a good half hour as she endeavored to force all thought of them

out of her impressionable young mind. Of course, she had always assumed

that her parents had sex -- there was nothing wrong in that. After all,

that was how they'd made her, wasn't it?

Still, it had really set her heart to racing to think that her father

was actually fucking her mother right there on the other side of the

door! She had been brought up in a very large home where the interior

walls were largely brick. Consequently there was a great deal of

privacy. These new homes had walls that were much too thin. She had

felt her vagina begin to throb and clench inward while her parents were

carrying on, and only turning on the radio had managed to distract her.

Now, as she sipped her coffee and nibbled a light sandwich, she was

filled with a terrible, burning shame. The terrible things she had been

doing with that irresistible animal -- and then to get all excited up

between her thighs when she heard her own parents doing it -- what was

she coming to, anyway? She had always been brought up so refined, but

now her animal instincts seemed to be taking over at the slightest

terrible temptation.

What had ever driven her to that disgusting, loathsome act with Rex,

who was after all only a dog? She could die of shame!

Not that it was Rex's fault. She had merely been too worked up over

their recent sexual frustrations, and she had lost her head. For some

time after he had disappeared out the back door, she had wondered if

the dog might not even refuse to come back to her.

But fortunately he had returned and that had served to assuage her

guilt somewhat. After all, what did a German shepherd know about moral

laws?

Although he did have the most disturbing eyes, and suddenly, looking

down into them where Rex lounged so casually in the corner by the

refrigerator, she lost all her appetite to eat another single bite. His

eyes seemed to be burning through the snug red sweater as if they were

laser beams ...

As for Rex, he had no appetite either, except for her. He had even

ignored his lamb bone as he concentrated all of his attention on her

and her musky, overheated animal scent. The heated taste and odor of

her female mating essence had earlier whetted his trained dog lusts,

leaving his animal loins in a state of incomplete agitation. Indeed, he

was so hot for his new mistress, and eager to work on her with his

tongue and penis, that he had totally ignored invitations from

neighborhood houses elsewhere during his brief range of freedom. He had

totally ignored all the old stops at other back doors in the

neighborhood, where excitedly smiling housewives had tried to tempt him

with various treats to get him to perform in their kitchens and

bedrooms all the skilled feats they had learned to love so much. No, he

only had thoughts and feelings for his new blonde mistress now. There

was a fresh, urgent yearning in his German shepherd heart that existed

solely for her, for the golden-haired Jan.

Suddenly Jan could take it no longer, sitting there gazing into his big

brown eyes from the kitchen table. She had no right to give Rex the

silent treatment after he had been so good to her. Moved by an urge as

irresistible as it was obscene, she got up from the kitchen table and

went over to him -- only to have him rise and meet her in the center of

the floor!

"Rex," she breathed laboriously, putting her fingers down into the soft

fur around his collar as the handsome animal nuzzled against her bare

thigh, making her flesh tingle. Her welcome voice, aroma, and the feel

of her long, slender hand on his neck delighted the animal. He licked

at her wrist and sniffed in everything about her that was so delicious

to him. Jan began cooing softly as she felt the tension rise again in

her hungrily aching young cunt.

"You -- you may not know it, darling, but I--I was afraid you might

hate me for the terrible way I behaved --" she said in a choked-up

voice. "I could never stand that, you handsome beauty!" she blurted out

passionately, totally forgetting herself in one swift, blissful moment

as she felt his muscular body brushing her thighs and turning them to

jelly. Giving in to a force that was stronger than herself, she

suddenly found herself kneeling down and throwing her arms tearfully

around the handsome dog's neck. "Oooh, you're so sweet, little baby.

Please forgive mama! I promise, I'll never do anything so wicked again

..."

And saying this even as her hot young pussy began to pulsate and seep

out warm wet liquid all over again ...

Rex was tired and thirsty, but he could give himself over to this

beautiful mistress' caress indefinitely. But suddenly Jan caught

herself as she realized that she had given in to her primeval instincts

once again. Summoning every last ounce of strength, she forced herself

to stagger up into a standing position again, then backed off

nervously, her hand clutching her breasts, her breath coming in hotly

punctuated little gasps, her nostrils flaring.

She had to fight back!

She had to! This awful thing was getting the better of her! How could

she have allowed herself to become so horribly shameless?

Had anyone ever told her that mere sight or presence of a mere animal

could make her go weak in the knees, Jan would have thought them crazy.

She hurried to distract herself now, though, because it was becoming

apparent that Rex was no ordinary dog. He was just too exceptionally

unique -- understanding, affectionate, warm ... and it was this as much

as anything which made her heart flutter irrationally whenever she

looked at him.

She blushed self-consciously. It seemed almost as if it had been love

at first sight. Why else would she have let him lick her there, between

her legs? It was more than just lust between them. No, lust she could

have fought. But this was more, much more.

She considered all of this as she feverishly scrubbed unending

cupboards, trying to get her mind off him and his beautiful sleek coat,

his handsome canine head, his adorable face and understanding eyes. But

most of all, she could not forget his long, beautifully educated

tongue. God, the way it had licked with such exquisite tenderness and

understanding at the eagerly accepting portals of her nakedly presented

vagina!

What woman could ever forget a thing like that!

And indeed, as her mind continued to dwell on the obscenity of the

morning, over and over, her guilt began to lessen, and a revitalized

excitement began to take hold ... God, she should still feel his hotly

searing tongue, long and thick, parting her softly curling blonde pubic

hair, spreading the thin, pinkly glistening edges of her cuntal lips

with it. How it had splayed agonizingly through the sensitive flesh of

her passion-moistened vaginal walls, was enough to provoke the wildest

sensations of sexual memory up between her full, warm thighs.

She had to get hold of herself!

But how?

And then, suddenly -- she was saved by the bell. For the shrill ringing

of the telephone cut her anguished silence, and she hurried to answer

it.

* * *

She went to the wall to pick up the telephone, Rex following silently,

attentively in her wake.

"That you, baby?" came her handsome young husband's voice, and into her

mind came a vision of his face as well, long and handsome, with fluffy

black curls and a jutting dimpled chin that provided am aura of

strength atop his large, well built physique.

"Who did you think?" she asked softly. Rex came up and nuzzled against

the softness of her smooth white thigh. She reached behind and

scratched his pointy ears There was a soft swirl of emotion in her

loins, and she began wondering what Rex's penis looked like.

"Are you okay?"

"The folks are here," she said sullenly.

There was a silence from the other end of the phone. "Well, good," he

said at last, "it'll be good to see them. They're good people. Did they

have a nice trip?"

"I guess so."

"You don't sound happy, baby. Are you okay?"

"Yes. I guess I'm just tired out, having all this company at once in

the house." She looked down at Rex. Suddenly she was wondering wickedly

if she needed Steve at all. She had a lover right here who wouldn't go

away and leave her nervous and frustrated every morning the way he did.

"You can manage it," came his grinning voice.

"Will you be home soon?"

"Just as soon as I finish these reports this afternoon. Think you can

wait?"

She tried to manage some cheerfulness, but somehow it came out sounding

very flat. "I'll manage."

"Okay, darling. See you soon. Give your folks my best."

"I will."

And with that he rung off. Jan dug her fingers into the smooth, sleek

fur of Rex's sturdy neck. There was a rousing feeling in her loins that

seemed inescapable. But her mind was confused. She didn't dare allow

herself to fall into the same emotional trap she had earlier -- and yet

at the same time she couldn't very well ignore those tremulous,

butterfly feelings that were fluttering slowly into being in her

hungering young belly, either.

"Come on, Rex," she said, patting his collar. "Maybe what we need, boy,

is a cold shower. That'll put the damper on your misbehavior."

Rex slavered and followed her up the stairs to the bedroom, his big

brown eyes resting on the well-turned calves of her gorgeous tanned

legs as she moved before him. In another moment they were in the

bedroom alone, and Jan was taking off her clothes in preparation for

stepping through the connecting door into the bathroom.

He watched her lustfully, his long red tongue hanging out wet and

panting, as his beautiful blonde mistress disrobed teasingly, as if

daring a lover. His thick pink penis began slowly moving out through

it's dark hairy sheath, and he could feel his animal balls begin to

throb urgently.

Jan hummed softly to herself. It was nice and harmless, and pleasing to

her feminine ego to take her clothes off in front of Rex. He was

obviously a devoted mistress-dog, and he had probably watched Marge

Levitt with the same intent, earnest stare. It was almost as if she

were being watched by a strange man, but with the added benefit that

Rex could never tell anyone about what he saw, or spread tales all over

the neighborhood.

No, Rex was probably the most discreet lover -- why did she think of

that term -- that any woman could want. And he was attentive. It was

flattering in the extreme to have him continually under foot, watching,

waiting so intent in every movement and watchful glance.

And so utterly safe, too. That was the real beauty of it. She could

dance around Rex and tease as she might a human lover, but there was no

danger in anything coming from it -- unless she slipped again and

wanted it to.

Jan shivered and looked back at the big, brown-eyed animal. A feeling

of utter sultriness swept through her, washing her in sensuality. She

moaned and closed her eyes, her long, sleek blonde hair hanging down

straight and golden over her voluptuous body. Her voluminous young

breasts inclined only slightly, still preserving their exotic outward

bulge. The fleecy curls of her blonde pubic hair shone wet with sun-

rays from the nearby window. Rex studied her long legs, suntanned and

elegant, her tall slender form filled out so beautifully at the chest

with firm, cantaloupe breasts. Suddenly he got up on his feet and moved

toward her anxious to press his cold, wet nose up through the softly

curling blonde nest to where her warmly scented vagina lay quietly

waiting.

But Jan made an abrupt turn and made for the bathroom, jumping into it

quickly and locking the door behind her. Rex had to sit down on his

paws again, softly mewling.

She turned on the shower as icy as she could, and let the frighteningly

frigid water burn off all the excess sensuality from her gently

quivering flesh. She was grateful that the sound of the water had

closed off Rex's whimpering. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able

to bear that another second. The dog was so ennervatingly sweet, and

she knew how she hurt him by not allowing him to follow her into the

bathroom.

But she wanted a few minutes alone by herself, to think and regroup

mentally. So she soaped her firmly rounded breasts, upper thighs,

occasionally working the bar of soap up between her legs and playing it

there momentarily, dreaming away, until she caught herself and began

washing her naked body in a more practical way.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, she had managed to assuage

some of her overheatedness. Now she was ready to relax. Maybe she would

even take a nap for a few minutes.

So she stepped through the door and into the bedroom again, still

toweling the wetness of her curves. Rex perked up the instant she

cracked the door. There was his beautiful mistress again, all of her

long blonde hair down, her beautiful female breasts jutting out like

over-ripe melons, with more than enough room between them to

accommodate his tongue, face and head.

She was so long and tall, that she towered over him. He adored her

long, tanned legs, the nice round curve on her naked little tummy --

but most of all he wanted to lick away the slowly rising moisture that

was beginning to seep between her voluptuously curved thighs. It would

be fun feeling her squirm about beneath him.

Jan sensed none of the dog's lewd thoughts, only his watchfulness, and

she found herself self-conscious again. Maybe she should get under the

covers altogether. The shower had so relaxed her that a quick afternoon

nap would be just the thing.

Chapter 6

When she did finally awaken from her nap, she stretched voluptuously

and then glanced to the side of the bed.

Just as she had expected, Rex was still there, faithful to the last. He

sat on the floor next to the bed, keeping an eye on the room and

herself just like a posted sentry.

Jan couldn't repress a little smile of happiness when she saw him

there, for he was still at least company. She swung her legs to the

floor, sat on the edge of the bed, and ran her fingers affectionately

over the back of his soft, sleek head. Rex crowded devotedly against

her, putting his chin happily into her lap, so that now the smooth fur

of his coat was nestling against the thin blonde curls of her naked

young pussy.

"That's a good darling," she cooed, "guarding your mama. That's a nice

doggy. Every woman should have an angel like you, shouldn't she,

sweetheart?" She stroked the soft crown of his furry head. "I guess I'm

probably luckier than I thought, aren't I, precious?"

Jan hadn't really expected an answer, but suddenly the handsome German

shepherd raised his head to her face and, before she could ascertain

his intentions, he had brushed his warm, moist tongue quickly over her

lips. Jan gasped and drew back, her eyes wide with alarm.

Yet she was amazed to find that she was not repelled in the slightest.

Indeed, the loving wet contact of Rex's tongue sent an unexpected bolt

of warm, comfortable sensation fluttering through her flesh! For a

moment which seemed like an eternity, she gazed long and deep,

transfixed as if by a spell, into his hypnotic brown eyes. Then, still

dominated by his look, she took his face in her slender hands.

Yes, he had kissed her and he knew it! She was sure of it now! Rex knew

exactly what he was doing!

Then he had known what he was doing when he had licked her vagina back

in the kitchen as well!

And there was that devilish glitter in his eyes, giving him away as big

as anything! Imagine!

Suddenly everything in her seemed to give way and melt before that

molten stare in his limpid brown eyes. She took his head in her

slender, cool hands and fingered his furry ears with her long red

fingernails. Then slowly she leaned forward, holding his face warmly

... then, near breathless, she parted her lush, moistened red lips with

her tiny pink tongue -- only to have his longer, thick one touch it

with a burning caress of a French kiss!

Jan gasped, trembling all over. So she hadn't been the seducer after

all, the Lorelei calling the vulnerable young dog into the depths of

depravity. It was he who had seduced her! He knew all along! Marge

Levitt had taught Rex how to please women!

Had a human male imparted such am impassioned kiss, she wouldn't have

felt it any more intensely. When his tongue touched hers, the feeling

had been positively electric. Without thinking and breathing hotly, she

moved her face forward again -- and he did it again!

Now she realized there was no turning back. All of the deeply welling

frustration swirling in her sexually frustrated young loins was

boiling, churning towards the mouth of her vagina. She couldn't keep

herself now -- no way -- from exchanging these small, fervent lingual

caresses with him, and then he whimpered, a smoothly sensual sound that

shot right up between her legs!

Jan jumped up, feeling as if she were choking. She had to get away.

What on earth was she doing? This was impossible, unreal. It couldn't

be actually taking place. She must still be dreaming.

Awkwardly, she pushed her way past him, her naked breasts bouncing

seductively as she walked. Again Rex whined, as if sensing the savage,

primitive heat he had so easily rekindled within her frustrated belly

and loins.

But though she moved quickly across the carpet to the bathroom, she

turned back to face him easily as fast. "Rex -- oh Rex, what am I going

to do with you?" she wailed helplessly, bound by bonds of sexual

slavery to this slavering beast who came softly padding toward her.

Not that she was ashamed! Indeed, that was the baffling part of the

whole business. All shame seemed to have evaporated into the humid,

sensual air of the bedroom. The pretty blonde housewife was hot as a

firecracker about to explode, yet she felt no shame. She could only

shake her head in self-bewilderment at this development. Maybe what she

needed was a drink -- to settle her down.

On the other hand, there was some question in her mind that it hadn't

been only the fault of the liquor which had acted to promote their

little episode earlier that morning.

Well, she would put it to the test. She had hidden a small bottle of

whiskey in the bathroom cabinet, and now she went to get it.

Rex followed hungrily her every movement, never straying from her side.

His excited senses recognized from experience her female needs for him.

The piquant aroma rising from the fluid heat of her human loveliness

filled his nostrils just as he had tasted it from her mouth,

intoxicating him wildly. But he was not used to this maddening delay.

His other mistress always called for him immediately at such times, as

did all of the other housewives in the neighborhood.

Still, the waiting had its own delicious quality of intoxication and

erotic excitement. It made him long all the more for her, even though

he could do nothing to further his animal desires until she ordered him

to.

Jan did not sit down, she swung her long, shining blonde hair out over

her smoothly curving buttocks as she moved about the bathroom. He

stalked her as if he was her shadow, so close did he follow. He

continually brushed smoothly, excitingly against her, but then she

would quickly move away again. She poured herself several shots of

Scotch in the meanwhile, working herself up towards -- what? She didn't

know. By now, all of her motives had become slightly unclear.

Her soft womanly flesh still shivered when he purposefully crowded

against her, and her melodious voice continued to send soft, tuneful

sweet singing down to him. The aura of her sexual desire was growing

stronger and stronger, and it was sweet as lilacs in Rex's sensitive

nostrils.

Now his flanks began to throb powerfully. And then, at last, she sat

down on the side of the tub ... immediately he saw his chance and moved

in to rest his head in her lap. The hot, spicy fragrance echoing from

her loins fled up between her warm, creamy soft thighs and saturated

his animated sexual instincts.

"Oh, darling," Jan breathed, laying her head and long blonde hair back

as she stroked his great handsome head cradled on her nervously

trembling upper thighs. "You are a mind-blowing lover dog!"

It was true, she saw now! Rex was much more than just a magnificent

dog. His potential and unplumbed depths were truly magnificent. There

was something aristocratically human about his maleness. He'd enchanted

her because of that and he was well aware of it ... he knew that she

had been afraid to sit down because of what he was doing with the

coolness of his nose at this very moment!

She gazed down at him and smiled. His animal eyes were filled with a

great deal more than mere affection -- there was rank lust in those

handsome, devilish orbs!

"You want to make an animal out of me too, is that it?" she hissed

passionately, carried away. "You want to see our episode of this

morning brought to a climax -- and so do I, darling! So do I! I can't

help myself!"

Jan groaned as her brain swam with all kinds of confused feelings. Was

it merely all the whiskey she'd put away today that had brought her to

this amazing state? No! It couldn't be just that!

But nothing would ever end this mad, seething feeling in her loins,

except sex, but God, she was aflame with lust and lascivious yearning!

Her loins fairly boiled with desire ... even though she'd tried so hard

to resist! There was a total, seething wetness between her legs, making

her inner thighs all sticky and shivery, and there was no way to evade

it -- what's more, Rex must have sensed it all along! That handsome,

devilish seductive brute.

The large German shepherd sensed his mistress' helplessly rising

emotions. He, too; was unsettled. But he recognized her anxiety from

previous experiences -- all human females seemed to suffer this way the

first time. This meant that her total and complete surrender was not

far off.

Suddenly his beautiful blonde mistress got up and went back into the

bedroom again. He followed her dutifully, then sat down on his haunches

with ears and eyes alert. Jan had stopped looking and speaking the

soft, musically pleasant sounds down at him. She sat down on the bed

and the rounded, curvaceous contours of female flesh made him pant with

open jaws. He saw in her elaborate, sensual beauty all the hidden

secrets, so delicious, that he had come to love and enjoy with the

other women of the neighborhood.

His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets

partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the

thin, warmly heated little crevice he remembered so well from his

earlier licking between her succulently spread legs.

She smiled at him pleasantly. Something throbbed violently in the

leaden, bull weight of his urgent loins. Suddenly, pantingly, he began

to lick teasingly at her ankles and calves.

"Ooooh, you're a devilish little seducer," Jan softly intoned down at

him. Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her hungry loins.

She thought briefly of her handsome young husband. Why couldn't he turn

her on as wonderfully and obscenely as this handsome dog?

Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed to

be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward. She massaged

the hotly swollen mounds and the tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge

and throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers. Jan felt as if she were

a raging inferno. Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as her

loins.

"Oooh, I'm frightened, Rex!" She took his face in her hands again. "I

feel like a bride on her honeymoon or something. You will be gentle

with me, won't you? Oh God, I can't resist you ..."

The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of

its furry sheath again. Not long now and his beautiful mistress would

let him do the things he so ardently loved to do; he was sure of it.

Still, he had to wait until she was really ready; that was his

training.

Jan had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which

had made such a furnace of her belly. The seething, fluid little cuntal

channel between her legs seemed to be raging with desire -- but for

what? Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her. And now,

as she groaned and lay back on the bedspread with trembling thighs

spreading partly open, her fingertips traced upward over the satiny

smoothness of her rib cage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her

breasts, and she squeezed them until they hurt. Her fingers found the

tiny, bone hard nipples and pinched them narcisistically, imagining

that her fingers were the lips of a lover.

And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed over the side of

the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover,

waiting and whining in frustration ...

Rex felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at the

obvious torrid craving of his naked mistress. Her savage, animal need

was present in her burning eyes as well as in that marvelous scent

which wafted from her cunt like warm winter chestnuts or something

equally as sweet. His heart pounded in his broad chest at the sight of

her long golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her beautiful

head. The waiting was becoming unbearable.

"Now, lover," came her heated murmur -- at last! "Come here, come here

up to me, darling, come here and lie beside me ..."

A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog's excitedly heaving

chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed,

momentarily poised like a god over her spread-open legs, staring down

at her. Jan's breath caught in her throat as she watched him so

urgently surveying her naked and voluptuously exposed female flesh.

It wasn't too late! A voice cried in her head. There was still time to

resist this terrible depravity! She had to get hold of herself -- but

quickly!

And then, suddenly -- it was too late. For faster than she was capable

of realizing it, Rex suddenly lowered his head and licked out with his

hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her nervously convulsing

belly!

"Ooooooh," she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into her

head, "Oooohhh, daaarrrling ..."

Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind

shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got

herself together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long

blonde hair swinging around, so that she could watch him as he lapped

upward over the small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach.

Higher and higher he licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last

he was licking at the smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust-

swollen breasts -- and then creeping upward over them to her now almost

bursting nipples!

"Daaarlmg ..." she groaned without shame, her hands coming ecstatically

up and around to grip his furry head as he prolonged this ardent

devotion. His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly at the pink erogenous

tips again and again, until Jan felt as if they were being touched by a

live electric wire, and maddening spasms of desire made her body jerk

and twitch.

By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank

to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue

stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly. Rex whimpered from deep

in his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his features.

Then his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of sight

older than time, and a glow seemed to hang like a bridge between them.

Jan waited breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move, her lips

parted and gasping, helpless love-slave before the ferocious sensuality

of this furry beast -- and then he moved smoothly upward to lick at her

open and willing mouth...

"Oh ... oh ... darling ... darling ..."

Rex could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along through

his powerful body.

She tasted the delicate pink spear in her mouth, lapping it and loving

its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all the while faint

mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.

He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there beneath

the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even though she

continued to return affection for affection with her own small pink

membrane.

Instinctively, he sensed that it was time. Suddenly his intense

tonguing ceased and Jan felt the bed give way from his moving weight.

She opened her eyes to find him positioning himself between her

slightly spread legs!

"No! No!" Her eyes and nostrils flared. It had taken an eternity to

accustom herself to the thought that she might enjoy and agree to being

licked to orgasm by Rex, by a dog -- but this! Never in her wildest

lewd dreams had she considered a dog actually getting between her legs

and fucking her!

"No -- Rex, oh no you mustn't ... oh darling ... don't ... oh no ...

mama doesn't want that ..."

She tried to take his handsome face in her hands but he made a low

growl that sent a thrilling shiver of fear through her loins.

Everything in her screamed rape -- rape by a huge German shepherd!

Her breathing came in sharp, punctuated gasps, her mind spinning

crazily out of control. The nakedly trembling blonde young housewife

could not seem to control herself as her legs, as though by their own

uncontrollable volition, fell mindlessly open ... lifting her head

again and breathing more raggedly than ever, she watched him poise his

beautiful head above the obscenely offered deliciousness between her

fully flushed and exposed thighs. There, in the center, the heart of

it, was her boiling blonde pubic mound, fairly soaked with all the

juice that her vagina was spewing out in warmly trickling waves. And

centered in that, the thin, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, slick with

her sexual desire, pink, waiting ecstatically for the burning lap of

his tongue or whatever other instrument he cared to use.

The memory of what they'd done earlier that morning raced through her

hot, feverish mind. Intoxicated with lust, she heard her own almost,

animalistic whimper -- and then he slowly lowered his nose in between

her trembling thighs, his hot breath scorching her sparse blonde pubic

curls as if blown from a flame thrower.

Jan groaned and closed her eyes, continuing to groan unceasingly and

without let-up. Too late now ... much too late ...

His cool wet nose brushed moistly against the flaming flesh of her

inner thigh ... and then ... then ... a gasp broke chokingly from her

throat that was like the sound of great amen ... as the blood-heated

lips of her lust-flooded pussy froze with heart-stopping anticipation,

frantic with desire. He whimpered as he sniffed hotly at her exposed

loins, and somehow this seemed to make it all the more exciting! Her

legs fell open wider still and she drew them back up slightly!

And then suddenly the coolness of his nose moved lower between her legs

and pressing apart the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks, brushed

wetly against the tiny puckered circle of her exposed and vulnerable

anus!

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she breathed, helplessly trapped by an

obscene emotion that had no name. There was a swift, whooshing intake

of breath, and her entire body felt as if it were glowing with a halo

of passion -- as the dog's irresistibly searching tongue splurted out

between her widely spread buttocks to wormingly lick up between the

lewdly tingling cheeks, finding her snug little anal mouth and

burrowing its tip deeply into the tightly clenched lips!

Jan sighed away into a dream of bliss that had no beginning or end. How

long the delightful titillation went on down between her hopelessly

spread ass-cheeks, she could no longer measure. All she sensed about

the entire universe was that Rex's animal tongue never stopped swirling

into the almost bursting little crevice. She felt his wet, hotly

searing adoration flooding upward from her rectal mouth all the way to

the thin, hair-lined edges of her cuntal folds, and then at last -- oh

God! -- to the tiny, hotly trembling bud of her barely concealed

clitoris!

Jan shivered delectably as his tongue drew ecstatically along her

clinging and throbbing cuntal lips. The burning wetness of it flashed

upward over the full length of her excruciatingly aching pussy, then

back again, until finally it spread through her softly yielding cuntal

folds like a hot knife through melted butter.

Agony wracked her. She knew that she was twisting and turning on the

bed, her fire-filled breasts heaving sensuously from side to side, but

she seemed to have lost control of her own body. His lapping tongue on

her flaming cunt was all that mattered or existed in the world. He

controlled her movements completely with the movement of the longish,

thick membrane. Blissfully it continued splaying open the hotly

welcoming flesh -- then at last, lunging in a maddening invading curl

far up into the fiercely clutching heat of her deliriously craving

vagina! Jan moaned with lust-racked anguish, her beautiful head with

its long, wheat-colored hair flailing from side to side, her mouth open

in a constant moan that seemed not to have any ending. Her entire

cuntal region spasmed with burning energy beneath his oral loving, and

occasionally she opened her liquor hazed eyes in order to lustfully

feed on the incredibly obscene spectacle of Rex's tongue lapping so

wildly between her legs -- and then she would become excited even more

by this lewd, lascivious vision of debauchery!

"Oooooh God, lick me darling ... lick my pussy good!"

The lewdly spread blonde young housewife groaned giddily from the

intense sensation imparted by Rex's lapping tongue, sending her through

a volcanic fire of erotic sensation. Her hotly smoldering flesh seemed

to be burning up in its own juices with each maddening lap and flick of

the well-trained canine tongue!

Jan's gasping mewls escalated wildly, intermingling with her moans,

groans, whines and pleading whimpers. Her sensually ignited mind had

slipped into a hot salacious bath in which she seemed to be luridly

drowning. Again and again his scorching tongue sliced and swirled

through her overheated loins, driving her wild with anguished, burning

ecstasy!

Jan lost all track of time. Her erotic, hedonistic intoxication with

this wonderful, delirium-producing laving was all she existed for. The

heavenly, worshipping tongue lapped madly though her wet, passion-

drenched, seething young blonde pussy, until she could only whimper and

squirm frenziedly like some sort of animal herself! Possessed!

Possessed by this demonic lover who could be neither altered nor

implored! Enslaved and helpless, only aching to be used by her German

shepherd lover who so adored her female flesh! Totally dominated by

that relentless animal tongue! A whimpering non-human living only for

sex!

"My darling ..." she moaned worshipfully, reaching down between her

open thighs and clutching his furry ears as he worked at her there so

mercilessly, "there's only you ... it was always you ... there could

never be anyone but you ..."

She wailed gutturally as he lunged his long, thick lingual organ yet

again and again, curling once more up into her feverish clutching

cuntal channel. Jan didn't know if she were dying or who or what or

where she was. Her vaginal passage felt as if she were on fire,

"Darling ... don't stop ... oh God ... so beautiful ..." Her begging

came out as a long, prolonged hiss, and she frantically drew her knees

all the way back to touch her erotically tingling nipples in order to

give the dog greater access to her widespread cuntal mouth.

Rex's whines continually mingled with hers as he licked deliriously at

her, his tongue lashing out like a whip inside her love-starved vaginal

slit, penetrating deeply into the thin, hair-fringed folds where it

gaped up at him through her obscenely upraised buttocks and legs.

Oh, how Rex adored this exotic odor and taste of her human female

passion, the keen aromatic spice on his tongue and nostrils pleasurably

enraging his mighty canine loins. Though he loved his former mistress

as well, and had enjoyed the numerous unexpected adventures with

neighborhood wives, none of them were near as exciting as the

beautiful, blonde-haired Jan!

He basked and slobbered hungrily in her ever-growing love-juices,

adoring the bright blue eyes which had spoken of so much love, and her

melodious voice, which had always been so warm and soothing, and which

had drawn him from the very first.

How he adored that lovely face of hers, and the way it glowed when she

looked at him, as he sensed she was doing even now, from time to time,

through her roaring passion. The soft curves of her whitely naked body

were something else he worshipped so pridefully, doting especially on

the magnificent picture of her firm, gorgeously curved breasts. It was

little wonder that he adored, as well, licking at the urgent hot core

of her, where his educated tongue was able to draw gush after gush of

hot, liquid proof that she adored him too! This yielding pink flesh

with all of its flowing moisture assured him that she loved him doing

it to her, too. So he excitedly tongue-flicked her curl-fringed

softness, and felt the strong urge in his ruttish, lust-driven loins

clamoring for more!

Consequently he suddenly stopped his tongue-licking and abruptly backed

away from her on his hairy haunches. Jan wailed with anguish, gasped

and raised herself up on her elbows, her long blonde hair fanning out

in back of her on the pillows, her eyes humid and smokey, hungrily

working her cuntal folds pressing desperately up after the swiftly

removing tongue.

"Rex! Darling, what's wrong? Is it something I did!? Darling, don't

stop -- please!

But Rex didn't appear to be listening to her ardent love-commands.

Instead, eyes blazing with animal lust, he was backing away from her

half-raised position ... and then she saw it! His cock! His marvelous,

delicious animal cock!

Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, Jan gaped at the

glistening hard sexual organ that was slowly emerging from its long

furry cocoon, wet, pink and thick, its tapered end swaying

tantalizingly as it left the protective sheath in an ever expanding

length of thick, reddish hardness!

Oh God! It was as big -- or bigger -- than her husbands! Jan panted

wordlessly, her eyes glazing over, as she confronted this amazing huge

animal cock slipping so agonizingly slowly from its hairy brown sleeve.

She had never been so turned on in her life and ready to explode if Rex

so much as touched her with it. And to think that it was her beauty

which had aroused this handsome animal to such a fever pitch of

obscene, lascivious desire which transcended all bounds of known

morality!

Yes -- he wanted to get between her legs and fuck her, just as she had

feared at the beginning! But why shouldn't he want to? Hadn't he proved

that he had all the feelings and nuances of the most ardent lover, that

he adored her totally? So why wouldn't he fuck her, to ram his hugely

bloated animal cock high up into her girlishly squealing cunt?

But some semblance of civilization was still tugging at her

heartstrings, and for one, agonized moment, she managed to protest:

"Darling, we mustn't ... oh God ... I do love you ... yes ... but this

is forbidden ... we mustn't ... oh God I do love you ... yes ... oh no

never ... not this ... oh darling ... we mustn't ..."

But even as she blubbered out all this as quickly as she could, she

couldn't keep her passion-glazed eyes off his still expanding and

lengthening animal rod. "Oooooohhh," she moaned, deeply in the grip of

a passion so lewd it had no name, "yes, I do love you, too lover ...

but ... how can we?"

And then suddenly all the last remnant of control left her. Uttering a

sharp, piteous little cry of anguish, deliriously passionate

stimulation rising through her tremulous loins, she scrambled for the

pillows, stacking them quickly under her hips and buttocks, so that

soon her open pelvis was raised high into the air and she was resting

back on her shoulders and back of her head.

The gorgeous young blonde's eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and

then she pulled her legs back again until her knees touched her

erotically inflamed breasts, revealing the obscenely raised mound of

her hot young cunt, steaming and glistening with molten desire as it

lay nakedly spread before him. She raised her golden head to look

through her firmly throbbing breasts and lewdly spread thighs toward

her animal lover, who was waiting so patiently with his enormous,

glistening red cock pulsating and throbbing like a rhythmically

straining heart-beat, beyond which lay the heavy, love-laden testicles

that would soon be spurting deep up inside her hungrily waiting belly.

"Now, Rex!" she groaned shamelessly. "Now! Fuck me now! Before I go out

of my mind for you, darling! Come on, baby, ram me good with it,

lover!"

She reached down between her thighs to stroke her greedily pulsating

vagina in a fiercely erotic gesture. "Get in it, baby! Hurry!"

Not that Rex didn't want to -- excepting he had been trained to fuck

into women from behind, his paws buried in the soft fleshy curves of

their trembling white buttocks. This forward type of position was

something that was totally strange to him. None of the other women in

the neighborhood had ever indulged in it.

But she was obviously ready and wanting him, and his heart was pounding

wildly with a crazed animal heat. Perhaps her way would even be more

exciting -- yes, because this way he would be able to see her beautiful

face, those flashing blue eyes, her beautiful halo of golden hair about

it. He would be able to kiss her lips and lap her ardently heaving

breasts. Yes, he would do it this new way!

Positioning himself carefully, he made his way towards her. He mounted

easily between her widespread legs, his head panting above hers,

feeling the steaming moisture of her open cuntal lips ... as his

fiercely excited and jerking penis brushed against -- and finally into

-- the soft fluid heat of her vagina!

"Oooheeee," Jan groaned crazily, shutting her eyes tightly as if to

close off all entrance of guilt during this terrible obscenity. She

hugged him snugly, though, and her soft moistened lips kissed all over

his furry face, her own tongue striking out to touch his lovingly. And

as he answered her with his own tonguing of her passion-contorted

features, she reached down beneath him and he felt her gentle, slender

fingers gripping his huge animal prick and parting her soft blonde

pubic hair with its wetly shining tip, finally pressing it warmly into

the throbbing opening of her ecstatically surrendering pussy.

"Darling ... ooooohhhhh ... eeeehhhh," she gasped. "It's so wonderfully

hot and hard as am iron bar! Darling! Oh, I need it so bad! Hurry ...

hurrrreeee! Fuck me with it! The tip's inside me now, darling! Fuck it

into your sweet little blonde Jan, lover! Oh my wonderful, wonderful

pet!"

But all her lecturing was unnecessary, for the moment Rex felt that

moistly clutching young pussy flesh nibbling at the tip of his eagerly

hardened cock, he did what came naturally. He fucked forward with a

savage, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wild, animal-like lust!

"Unnngh!" Jan felt as if she would choke. Her loins were a-boil, and so

was her mind. There was a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.

Now -- at last -- he was stuffing it up into her! Doing what they had

worked up toward this moment for!

Without the least consideration of gentleness, Rex sank his long,

throbbing animal organ, swollen with the blood of his passionate need,

into the hungrily upraised pussy-slit of his blonde young mistress! He

squatted partially on his haunches in order to do a firm job of it,

working his pinkened prick around in her momentarily -- then humping

forward again to bury it deeply to the hilt inside her hotly screaming

young belly. Immediately his sperm-bloated balls came rushing

afterward, thumping with a lewd wet smack into the smooth, wide split

crevice of her warm, soft ass-cheeks -- as he quickly began pumping it

into her with the speed of a machine gunner on an open trigger!

''Oohhhharrrggghhhgggurrgglll ... unnhhh ..." Jan felt as if she was

gargling sperm. Her throaty sounds became one endless gurgle of

mindless delight as he fucked unremittingly into her. Here there was no

place for warm, tender, gentling words, because Rex could not speak.

There was only the deadly earnest desire to fuck, fuck, and fuck. Her

passion-dilated cuntal passage opened like a flower in the hot summer

sun. There was nothing she could deny him now. She was totally open,

vulnerable and enslaved, a helpless, gibbering love-idiot, living only

for this excruciating feeling this electric thrill of being fucked half

to death by a dog.

The rapid tattooing staccato of his thrusts was something that could

not be altered or implored for a single instant in time, so that the

female always had to ride with it and do the best she could. This was

not a human lover, who might implore or cajole, or be tender, or do

something to please her. This was harshest sex at its most basic level

-- an animal on all fours, fucking into her with the speed of light, a

lightning thrust so mind bending it made her teeth chatter and clatter

in her head like crooked dice on a Las Vegas gaming table.

He must have fucked into her fifty times in succession -- while she was

still trying to acclimate her human female brain to the fact that he

had rammed it into her at all. Like the muscular and powerful animal he

was, his soul-searing dog-fuck reamed her belly like a piston in a

powerful engine. Jan cringed and whined beneath this savage rape, her

mind blanked out by carnal lust, the very hearth of her womanhood

aflame with a desire that had no counterpart in her living memory!

Heights and depths of unholy ecstasy competed with each other within

the battleground of her flaming young blonde cunt. But she could do no

more than groan and squirm salaciously around the magnificent beast-

cock that was despoiling her gorgeous blonde beauty, offering her cunt

selflessly up to him on the altar of their new-found love!

When she could get her wildly impassioned breath, she managed to look

up and strained her passion-smoked eyes with lewd fascination to watch

the wetly glistening red, dog-cock pistoning rhythmically in and out of

the soft, curl-fringed lips of her lewdly clinging vaginal mouth. It

slithered in and out of her widely split young pussy with wet, breath-

whipping charges, fucking its way up to the very top, then back down

again, with her cuntal passage clinging to it like hot liquid rubber.

Rex's heavy, sperm-bloated testicles slapped heavily against the small

puckered mouth of her anus down between her luridly spread young

asscheeks, imparting a wild, additional thrill of lust as well.

Her brain jarred fiercely with every maddening, breast-shivering lunge

as she reeled in the blinding pool of tabooed animalism. It amazed her

the way the glistening length of his cone-shape prick pistoned so

deeply within her open vagina, and she kicked out her legs to wrap them

snugly around the furry muscles of his strong back. Then rhythmically

she lifted her loins in a wildly salacious grinding motion to meet his

powerful driving strokes with obscene, ecstatic abandon.

Wildly, crazily, like one possessed, she humped her gorgeously rounded

pelvis up at her animal lover, sliding forward onto his continually

skewering cock as it lunged deeper and deeper with heavenly delight

within the tortured confines of her nakedly rounded belly. His hairy

animal belly and loins battered her relentlessly and without mercy,

thudding resoundingly into her taut, lewdly spread cuntal flesh, his

huge, lust-bloated penis sinking full length into the fluid inferno of

her wildly clasping cuntal passage.

With shameless, drunken mewls of purest joy, the lust-drugged young

blonde wife rotated furiously her buttocks and hips, grinding the

undulating walls of her vagina hungrily around the hardened length of

his piercing animal penis, a blissful wail of enravished lust breaking

from her open, drooling lips.

And then the signal came -- the unmistakable signal of approaching

orgasm! It sprayed through her erotically seething loins like the

prickling of millions of hot acupuncture needles, gnawing at the inner

base of her sensuously quivering belly with lewd, lascivious promise of

the most ecstatic climax the world had ever known!

Over and over again she moaned and whined, continually approaching the

steep cliff of her relentlessly approaching orgasm. She strained

beneath her panting animal lover, watching his thick red penis fucking

furiously into and out of the blonde fringed hole between her legs. She

gasped with agony, her eyes bulging as she hurtled toward climax.

"Darling ... oooohhh lover ... fuck me ... lover ... you wonderful

dear! OH!" Jan's mouth slobbered sexually all over his panting face,

covering it with hot wet kisses. Her loins felt as if they were about

to explode into a million tiny pieces.

Rex's puffing animal heart raged with desire for the beautiful blonde

mistress he was fucking, whose soft white legs were wound so tightly

around his swiftly moving back, as were her arms now -- so passionately

-- around his neck. She whined in a low, pleading voice as she

feverishly kissed him as no other woman ever had, simultaneously

thrusting her eagerly clasping pussy walls up over onto his rod as it

drove faster and faster into her. The burning heat of her vaginal

channel clung greedily to his savagely pumping cock, urging him higher

and higher ...!

"Kiss me, darling ... kiss me with your beautiful tongue ..." she

pleaded, crazed with desire. Her sensually-contorted face wailed out a

guttural, animalish groan from deep in her belly, as if coming directly

from that urgent cunt-cock connection which was so rapidly pistoning

between them. "I can't stand it ... oh darling ... I'm dying ... dying

... kiss me, my ... oh my beautiful darling ..."

The lust-drugged young blonde wife opened her mouth ardently as his

long, thick tongue thrust into the heat of her moistened oral cave,

brushing her tiny pink spear as it went on almost into the depths of

her ardently groaning throat. She sucked on it wildly, unbridled

beastial passion seeming to possess her, devoid of all reason. Her toes

turned downward as everything in her hopelessly aching flesh seemed to

strain endlessly towards the most impossible, mind-shattering fantastic

climax. With his tongue in her mouth it was as if she was being fucked

in the mouth as well as down below in her wildly churning cunt. Sob

after sob broke from her ardently strangling lips ... this was it ...

and then ... then ... the first spasm of flesh-contorting, torturous

climax hit her! She shrieked like a mad thing and tried to fight him

off, her pelvis contorting with wild, uncontrollable sexual bliss. Her

loins seemed to convulse in mid-air, everything about them twisting and

sobbing with excruciating joy, her vaginal passage constricting and

undulating ecstatically over his rapidly thrusting dog-cock. Rex

responded by fucking her even harder -- and then he, too, was orgasming

-- spurting out hotly scalding animal cum deep down into her.

His tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and she flailed her

head and long blonde hair from side to side, her face contorted with

ecstatic lust. The wildest flash of erotic bliss she had ever known

wailed through her like hot cannon shots filling every last nerve

ending in her insanely rippling young body. The obscene combination of

their animal-human cum trickled out warmly together from her still

hungrily clasping young cunt, and down the insides of her shivering,

cream-white thighs as she clenchingly milked her furry lover's slowly

deflating cock of every last precious drop of orgasmic fluid.

Jan groaned, moaned and sighed softly then, sighing with relieved

ecstasy, her eyes smokey and hot with passion, her legs falling with

stiff jerks back down onto the bed from either side of his now loosely

relaxing flanks. Enchantment, love and affection flooded her formerly

sexually-starved young being from the end of her toes to the tips of

her long blonde hair.

So this was what love was all about. Why was it that she had never seen

it before?

Meanwhile Rex's sperm-drained penis was slipping wetly from her cum-

flooded cuntal mouth with a lewd, wet sucking sound. She looked down

and saw his rod, glistening now with the moisture of both their

orgasmic juices, slipping slowly from the blonde-fringed folds of her

exhausted and ecstatically satiated pussy, the lips of which seemed to

be clinging after it greedily as though they never wanted to let it go.

A warm glow suffused her. Happiness flooded every last corner of her

delighted being. And she took Rex's face in her hands and kissed him

ardently.

Things were going to be very different around here from now on!

Chapter 7

Sarah wasn't quite able to believe the strange cries of ecstasy she was

overhearing from upstairs, although Arnold had slept through it all.

Imagine, her own daughter playing with herself! And here she had always

brought up her beautiful blonde Jan to be such a prude -- or so she had

thought.

Of course, perhaps it was marriage which had changed her and so turned

her on. Or perhaps she had been more sexy than Sarah had known even

previously -- most parents had precious little perception of what their

children were really up to, after all. So it wasn't really too

unreasonable to assume that Jan had always been a hellion, and had

merely kept up a pretense -- the way most daughters did -- of purity.

On the other hand, she couldn't quite accept that theory, either. Jan

had been altogether too good, and she had not infrequently noticed that

her boyfriends left for home after a night's date with their

frustrating half hard-ons still intact. 'Passion nuts' it was called in

her day. She wondered what it was called nowadays.

Nevertheless, not a few of Jan's courtiers had tried to make her when

her voluptuous blonde daughter had put them off. She realized that now,

and she was flirtatiously pleased about it then.

But of course in those days she hadn't been 'liberated' yet, so she

hadn't appreciated how the full length of a strong young man's cock

could send her into ecstatic raptures.

Not that fingering oneself proved anything, of course. She had read

somewhere not long ago that nuns masturbated more frequently per person

than any other single profession. Then, too, it was always the most

sexually puritan persons that had the biggest families -- look at the

Quakers, for example -- so that was no measure of anything, either. A

person could reject swapping and various perversions, yet still be a

swinger in the privacy of her own home.

Which her darling daughter apparently was. So that was her competition

for Steve, her handsome young son-in-law! Her daughter was a

firecracker, red-hot and ready to singe any man who touched her!

Putting her housecoat on, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the

door silently behind her, with Arnold still snoring after their wild

love scene.

She draped the housecoat tightly closed over her breasts, and made her

way up the stairs. Jan's wanton moans and groans became low whines,

begging, pleading whimpers, then shifted abruptly into high-pitched

shrieks, screams, and finally a long protracted sobbing that trailed

off into a series of crooning murmurs and caressing love-words for an

imaginary lover.

"Oh, darling ..." she could make out through the tightly closed bedroom

door. "Oh, my sweet, beautiful lover ..."

Sarah wondered who her daughter could be imagining. Whoever it was, he

would be fiercely complimented if he knew that all of this ecstasy was

being traced around the vision her daughter had of his caress and

handsome features.

She smiled to herself and opened her housecoat slightly, her fingers

moving into the soft, moistly curling triangle between her legs almost

reflexively. In the eight months since she had converted to a convinced

swinger, she had discovered to her amazement that watching other people

having orgasms greatly enhanced her own molten-flavored sensuality. In

this case, her beautiful blonde daughter's orgasm was so transparent

and exciting, even though she could only listen to it, that she

couldn't help herself. Her warmly throbbing vagina moistened

considerably just listening to her voluptuous blonde daughter coming

down off her flesh-racking orgasm.

And then she heard something else.

A whimper? A crooning whine of the sort one might expect from an animal

... a dog!

That was it -- Jan had that dog with her in the bedroom. Well, that

wasn't so terrible. She herself had been fucked until she almost

couldn't walk right in front of rooms full of people -- literally --

both front and rear. She could remember very well that seventeen year

old high school senior in Northfield, Minnesota the previous April, who

had reamed her rectal passage out wildly as his own father sucked on

her nakedly hanging breasts and the rest of the family -- including a

voluptuously built grandmother sucking on her own married son's penis -

- had sat around watching. And certainly there had been nothing wrong

in that, in particular as Arnold was being sucked off by the eleven

year old granddaughter at the very same time.

Still, it seemed a bit peculiar to bring a dog into the bedroom to

watch one fingerfuck oneself. The German shepherd had previously been

put out into the back yard after that embarrassing display on the

kitchen floor of licking its own embarrassingly growing penis.

Certainly Jan could have left it out there. There was not much danger

of a dog like that being stolen out of one's yard in Barrington Hills.

So why did she bring it into the bedroom with her? While playing with

oneself, the dog could only serve to act as a distraction

Slightly confused, Sarah pondered this for some time as the echoing

sounds of passion inside her daughter's bedroom gradually subsided, and

her own fingers played a teasing game within the soft, wet lips of her

own mildly excited pussy folds. Then, giving up all hope of figuring it

out, she made her way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, where

she washed up some dishes and generally tried to bring some order out

of the mess they had left at breakfast.

* * *

"Steve, darling!" Sarah pressed against her handsome son-in-law as they

embraced, her hugely formed breasts being purposefully squashed against

his hard, manly chest.

"Hello, mother," he said cheerfully, reaching out to shake his father-

in-law's hand in back of her and reflecting mildly on what intoxicating

perfume his mother-in-law was wearing.

Supper was already laid out in the dining room, and Jan was bustling

about, her long, sleek coppery blonde hair tied into a neat pony tail.

Steve had instinctively put off coming home as late as was humanly

possible, until at last he had run out of paperwork. He had never been

too keen on his in-laws. -- Specifically Sarah Talbott had always

seemed altogether too cold and puritanical for his tastes.

And yet now he was reflecting on the warm softness of her cheek, the

squash of her breasts across his chest, and the warm and exciting scent

of her perfume. He knew that it must be an enormous bra that kept his

mother-in-law's breasts so high and shapely, and he couldn't help but

wonder how far out they might protrude if they were unleashed.

"Well, and what's this?" he asked, seeing Rex curled up in a corner of

the kitchen.

"Oh, that," said Jan, blushing furiously and hoping it wouldn't show,

as she glanced into Rex's hot brown eyes. "Marge Levitt got me to

promise to look after Rex while they went away, remember, dear?"

Steve and the dog sized each other up. "Oh, sure," he said after a

moment's hesitation, "that's right. I forgot all about that this

afternoon, the paperwork got so high." He clapped his hands together.

"Well, what's for dinner?" Then he put his arm around Sarah and they

all walked into the dining room.

Sarah and Arnold undertook to explain to the children in detail their

fabulous vacation through the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.

"And how's Ron doing in his new job with the engineering firm?" Jan

asked, taking a forkful of roast and occasionally passing a scrap to

Rex under the table, where he swallowed it gratefully and gave an

enervating spine-tingling little lick at her bare calf.

"Oh, fine," said her mother, and she proceeded to launch into a lengthy

explanation of Ron's new house, his car, his family, his job, and so

on. -- All the time concentrating in actuality on the beautiful face,

form and physique of her handsome son-in-law, Steve. She couldn't help

but wonder at how big his cock was going to prove to be, and how long

it would take for her to get it up inside her.

Not that she had any doubts whatever that she would, in time. Steve

was, after all, just a man. And seducing men had become her specialty

over the last several months, especially young men. She craved their

fine, straight, muscular bodies, the feel of their slim, strong hands

on her gasping flesh, and the way their cocks rammed in and out of her

steaming hot cunt with such magnificent youthful urgency. Then, too,

there was the marvelous way they appreciated her huge breasts,

practically falling over themselves to try and swallow her enormous

dark brown nipples.

She liked sucking on their virile young cocks, too, and taking them as

deeply into her throat as she knew how.

So this was how she studied her attractive dark son-in-law throughout

their delicious dinner. She could feel her loins grow hotter and hotter

watching him, and she realized now that an earlier dislike towards him

may have been in actuality merely a subsurface jealousy over the fact

that he would be making love to her daughter, Jan, and not herself.

Arnold's education of her, of course, his bringing her into the

swinging/swapping world, had totally opened her eyes to a great many

things. Now she realized that all men were merely one among many, and

that they all had their fundamental deliciousness -- largely as

novelties, some thing always different and new in each one.

Indeed, what a bore it would be to be stuck with only one indefinitely.

-- With the solid exception of Arnold, of course, whom she genuinely

loved. She had become so used to and dependent on his love-making over

the years that she occasionally wondered what she would ever do if she

lost him and had to live without it. But of course that question would

probably not arise for a great many years yet.

She smiled softly to herself as she considered the turn of events. In

Anchorage two young men had worked their penises into her mouth

together and she had suffered the eternal joy of being able to lip-milk

both of them at once -- with both of them squirting their warm virile

sperm into her ravenously working mouth at once! What rapture! She had

cum almost immediately afterwards gushing out interminable sprays of

orgasm all over everything. There was a night to remember if there had

ever been any.

But now what about her son-in-law? How was she going to get started on

him and where would the pattern take her? With her gorgeous, raven-

haired daughter-in-law in Alaska, it had actually been up to her

herself to work the molten-eyed, innocent young beauty into an adequate

state where she would take anything that came her way. She had had to

maneuver Princess (strange name, that) to where they were showering

together, and the shy girl had taken considerable coaxing just for

that. ("But you're not afraid of me, are you, dear?" Sarah had asked

intimidatingly.) Though of course in the long run she couldn't refuse

anything of her lovely mother-in-law, whom she adored. And she realized

how foolish she was being.

So they showered together -- and then, of course, Sarah had soaped her

all over as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her hands

squeezing her firm young breasts, the soap 'cleansing' and teasing her

pussy so hard that the girl had almost cum just standing in the shower.

Finally they had stumbled from the shower and towards the bed, with

Sarah at last dominating and firmly in command. She stroked the girl

until she went out of her head, sucked on her sensitive young tits,

licked her churning cunt, then mounted her manlike and took her mouth

in hers as she ground their wonderfully excited pubic mounds nakedly

together.

At which point Arnold had stolen in, stark naked, and taken complete

command, the helpless young girl by then out of her mind and helpless

with passion. He had spread her legs and as he crawled between them his

cock had slid into her effortlessly as Sarah took snapshots with the

Polaroid. Over his shoulder as he fucked her, Princess had flailed her

head from side to side and hissed up in her helplessness: "I -- hate

you -- both ..." But she had continued to go out of her mind for her

father-in-law's love-making, and before the end of their stay he was

regularly fucking her all day long while their son, Ron, was away at

work. Their last day she had fairly begged for Arnold to let her suck

him to orgasm in her mouth which he did willingly.

But that was all water under the bridge. Another young girl who would

be prepared to do the same for Arnold on all their visits in coming

years, hopelessly drugged with overpowering desire whenever he showed

up.

For now, as her reward, there was still her young son-in-law, Steve, to

be mastered. Her loins were almost screaming with need for him. She had

been thinking of him all day long.

The conversation at the dinner table was sometimes droll, sometimes

dull, and yet the low sexual undercurrent continued to build.

Occasionally she caught Steve studying her sensuously outlined breasts,

and this made her proud. With younger men this was the inevitable big

attraction. They were all chest crazy without exception. A woman like

her had no difficulty at all with them, given the right opportunity.

After dinner they shared light aperitif together, and gabbled on about

one thing and another. Gradually it developed that Arnold felt like

going out for the evening, especially after that long, boring train

ride cross country, while Jan, at the other end of the spectrum,

pleaded that she had a headache and would just as soon stay home.

"Anything serious, darling?" Steve asked concerned.

"No," she said lightly, fingers at her forehead, "it's just a very

slight headache. But I'd just as soon take it easy." And then she shot

a quick glance at Rex, whose eyes were glinting hungrily like tiny

fires -- and her pussy began to swell up between her thighs with

moisture and desire.

Steve gave her a slight peck on the cheek. "All right, darling, you

take it easy."

It was finally decided that Arnold, Sarah, and Steve would go out

together while Jan stayed home and recovered. Sarah had no doubts at

all what Arnold had in mind -- they had discussed their procedure many

times. Arnold had found out from their swingers magazine a place where

all manners of lascivious, licentious things went on. It was there that

they would take their innocent young son-in-law, in the hopes that this

would loosen up his moral fiber somewhat.

Not that she anticipated any difficulty, of course. Young men

eventually always gave in to her -- especially after she had opened up

her seductive charms on them for awhile. After all, the standards for a

man were somewhat looser. And if they had been capable of seducing

Princess, her pretty, naive young daughter-in-law, then certainly a

handsome, normally healthy young man like Steve Winslow would present

no problem. They needed only to be very careful so that he did not

become prematurely alarmed.

Sarah smiled softly to herself. The evening was going to be an

interesting challenge. Seducing the young innocents was her favorite

and most intoxicating game. She shrugged and pressed out her breasts

until they filled her blouse expansively. She was ready for the coming

seduction, and it was going to be a honey. She could barely wait for

the first warm pulsating jets of his sperm to come spurting up through

her cuntal passage and filling her belly to the bursting point.

She was convinced that the evening was going to work out all right.

Chapter 8

The place that Arnold had in mind was not far from the Water Tower Inn

in Chicago. As they drove along in the rented car, they chatted

amiably, Steve alone by himself in the back seat. Sarah sat in the

front next to her husband, but she kept her hand under her dress,

pulling her panties aside and gently massaging her cuntal mound, as she

appeared to talk casually with her handsome son-in-law. Her loins were

really getting worked up, she thought. Something had better happen soon

between her and that tall, dark and handsome hunk of young man.

The lights of the city went swiftly by them, all bright and twinkling

in the early evening. Even in the ghetto it seemed as if people were

out for a good time, carousing with bottles of wine in their hands,

arms around sultry, lusty black women with large, heaving busts and

bright, flashing smiles. And before long they had reached the Gold

Coast, where they left the car in a parking lot in back of the

Ambassador East and then made their way by foot to the secluded

hideaway between the Water Tower Inn and the Elks Mosaic Temple.

The building was almost entirely constructed of concrete blocks, and

Steve looked around himself curiously as they passed through the large

West African mahogany double doors which were presided over by an

immense Negro bearing a faint resemblance to Harry Belafonte. Then they

were in a long, marble-tiled corridor and making their way towards a

huge shining metal door at the far end.

"Where -- just what sort of place is this?" Steve asked, looking

around.

Sarah gripped his hand snugly. "You'll see, dear. Just wait and see."

While Arnold guffawed loudly. "Best show in town, son. And so long as

Jan is not here with us, there's no harm in your joining us. -- But

you'll see what we mean in a few moments."

Steve didn't know what to make of it. Actually he felt that his in-laws

were being altogether too mysterious about wherever it was they were

taking him. He half-suspected that the wildest thing they could think

of would be an illicit bingo parlor presided over by a bunch of old

ladies holding long, thin cigarette holders and dressed a la 1930's.

The large metal door was opened by a greasy-looking fat man with a

black mustache. Arnold immediately pulled off a roll of bills and Steve

gasped to see him pass the little man three hundred dollars. But surely

that must be a deposit on some gambling chips! And then he stumbled

forward as his mother-in-law warmly took his hand in hers, scarcely

noticing that her index finger was tickling his palm, for they had

stepped into the most lavishly decorated room he'd ever seen.

Everything was a deep rose velvet embroidery from ceiling to floor, the

color of sensuality. And long, low couches were arranged in enormous

staggered semi-circles facing an inclined stage which contained in its

center a single large level platform carpeted with pillows of every

color and shape, some satiny, some velvet.

Steve looked around. Most of the men present in the large entertainment

room had the appearance of obvious wealth, small diamonds numerous and

prominent on their little fingers. The majority of them were elderly or

middle-aged, and their companions were generally young, some of them

alarmingly so. He was shocked and impressed by one spike-heeled, long-

haired girl who he would have sworn could not be more than thirteen

years of age.

But there were also middle-aged women in the room as well, none of them

with a youth over twenty. All of these younger men were splendidly

fitted out, and several of them tramped along guided by very severe

looking older women, occasionally being admonished not to be naughty. A

gorgeous redhead with hair very long and wavy all the way down to the

crevice in her low-cut gown, eyes heavily made up with blue shadow, was

guiding a large German shepherd on a leash very reminiscent of Rex,

Marge Levitt's dog. -- But she was the only person in the room without

a companion.

The air was sultry and there was a trace of too much smoke. Steve undid

his necktie and collar. "Well, there's a stage. What time does the show

start?" he murmured in a low voice.

His attractive buxom mother-in-law gripped his arm possessively.

"You'll see, dear."

A tall, white-haired man in a tuxedo came up and whispered something to

the Talbotts. After a brief exchange -- during which Steve rather

thought he had heard his name mentioned -- he guided the three of them

to a couch in the furthest, most darkened end of the big room. "I'm

sure you will feel comfortable here," he said, and then he was gone.

There was a movable tray covered with every sort of liquor, and

apparently it was all included in the admission charge, for Arnold

quickly fixed drinks for the three of them and then sat back down with

them into the deep, soft cushions which were so soothing and womblike

that Steve was half afraid he would fall asleep in them.

"Here's to an exciting evening, Steve," said Arnold, "drink up." He

lifted his glass and downed whatever it was in an instant.

Steve drank with them, of course. He wasn't sure what they had given

him -- he couldn't quite pinpoint the taste. It was sweet, yet faintly

bubbly as well. Something like a cross between absinthe and champagne.

He found that it soothed him immediately and helped him to relax. It so

relaxed him in fact that he didn't even notice Sarah's hand resting

casually inside his upper thigh.

Where is it? she thought. It can't be that small.

Suddenly the house lights seemed to be dimming. Steve looked around.

"What's that?"

"Oh, we must have gotten here just in time," Sarah said delightedly.

"The show's probably going to start -- in which case I'd better hurry

up and freshen up a bit so I don't have to go out in the middle."

"That goes for me, too," said Arnold, "Excuse me, Steve."

So Sarah went to the powder room first, and then Arnold also

disappeared. Steve continued to sit there by himself, and gradually the

house lights dimmed until where they were, way in the back, was almost

totally in darkness. Pitch black would have been an understatement.

Steve could not see his hand in front of his face.

And then there was a shuffling of feet, and he could sense the subtle

expensive perfume of his mother-in-law.

But then instead of sitting on his left side, she moved across him --

her buttocks brushing tantalizingly across his sensitive nose -- and

settled down into the couch next to him. Immediately she placed her

slender, rapier-nailed hand on his leg and whispered, "I feel much

better now, Arnold, darling. Has anything happened yet?"

"But I'm not --" he tried to protest, only to be cut off in the

darkness with:

"Sssssh, it looks like the show is starting."

As indeed it was. The lights had gradually brightened on the center of

the stage, and now Steve could make out, up there, a teenage girl --

she appeared to be no more than fourteen -- seated at a vanity in black

net hose, black leather boots, and a shiny patent leather suit. She was

combing out her shining, long red hair, which was not flame nor exactly

carmine, but rather the exact color of ripe orange rind. She had been

made up with a beauty spot on one cheek, and now as she put down her

comb and brush, she began to make up her lips, using altogether much

more lipstick than was necessary. In moments her lips were shining a

bright pinkish shade, and spilling well over her lip lines so that she

had every appearance of a street whore.

Steve winced, wondering exactly what kind of a show this was. And then,

peering down in the blackness, he suddenly felt something else --

Sarah's hand on his leg, slowly, groping for his penis, which lay in

quiet recline along the inside of his right thigh ...

He gulped and felt dumbfounded. What could he do? He couldn't very well

protest and alarm her. And by now he was in such an embarrassing

position that it would be awkward for both of them.

On the other hand, he couldn't very well let her continue with this

most intimate caress ... mystified, he wondered what to do ... as the

girl on the stage slowly began to strip out of her black-flavored

things ...

Steve gasped and looked towards the stage, totally confused. He didn't

know which to give his attention to -- the gorgeous young creature on

the stage who was gradually disrobing, or the slowly moving hand that

had finally located the rapidly responding genitals between his legs.

"Mmmm, Arnold, darling, you're really getting excited quickly tonight,"

his mother-in-law whispered, compounding her error.

"But I'm --" And then his jaw fell slack and open. For the teenage

temptress on the stage had taken off her long, shining black gown,

revealing lengthy, well-rounded legs and high firm young breasts

encased in black lace. The black of her long silk stockings, held in

place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with

the cream-white ivory of her succulent teenage skin.

Then there were sighs of delight from the audience as the girl's bra

was unlocked and dropped to the floor of the stage beneath the burning

spotlights. The full beauty of her firm, ripe young breasts swung and

jiggled their way to freedom. They stood high and proud, topped, with

quivering, turgid strawberry nipples atop luscious secondary mounds

half-spherical in shape and form. The bulbous peaks of her gorgeous

young breasts mingled with the effect of her long red hair to create a

supremely erotic effect. She raised her arms, then, high up over her

head, pulling her long red hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly

down over her nakedly alluring shoulders.

Now the half-child was clothed just in black patent leather heels, dark

hose, garter belt, and the thinnest wisp of see-through panties. Steve

breathed hotly as he glimpsed the soft, rounded pubic mound and the

thinly glistening little hairs curling out through the elastic crotch

band of her panties. Then she turned and bent over slowly, her back to

the audience. She drew the black silk panties tantalizingly down her

hips and buttocks -- brushing them sensuously against her thighs and

calves, and discarded them at her feet. Then she stretched languidly,

jiggling her firm, gravity-defying breasts, and teasingly turned

frontward ...

All of her smooth, delicious nudity was revealed now, from her round

firm breasts to the soft orange triangle wherein nestled her slickly

moistening young womanhood.

Steve didn't know what to concentrate on first -- this gorgeous young

girl on the stage, or his mother-in-law's hand, which was incessantly

teasing at the relentlessly growing bulge in his trousers, mmming and

aaaaahhhhhing as her hand gently fondled him, as if she had suddenly

discovered the most wonderful male treasure in the whole world.

By now every urge on his part to inform her of her mistake had

evaporated. Especially as his father-in-law had now returned and was

concentrating avidly on the floor show on the other side of him. The

embarrassment and shame a public argument might cause would be

unbearable. No! Unthinkable!

Although it was remarkable, he reflected, that his own fortyish mother-

in-law even did such things. He had always regarded her as so terribly

strait-laced and untouchable.

"Mmmmmmm, Arnold," she whispered again, moving her head to his shoulder

and gently licking at the lobe of his ear. "You have such a beautifully

growing cock tonight, dear."

Steve gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost.

Everything had gone altogether too far. His rod jerked wildly as she

blew in his ear and licked it. His balls throbbed hotly, building and

growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.

Now the girl on the stage was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in

her hotly working hands and moaning softly, her eyes tightly shut. Then

her fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard nipples. Her

lovely tanned legs opened and closed slowly, exposing the young,

sparsely hair-fringed slit of her vaginal lips, so quiescent but

inviting between the fleecy thin curls of her red pubic hair. She sat

down on the bed with an ecstatic gasp and began to tease two fingers in

and out of it as the audience panted with passion and delight at seeing

this beautiful young creature play so shamelessly with herself.

By now the teenage girl's buttocks were twisting back passionately

against the sleek satin sheet of the bed, her body surrounded by the

multi-colored pillows. Gasp upon gasp broke from her ecstatically

working lips. It could be seen readily that her vaginal slit was

moistening rapidly and wetting the tops of her thighs as her fingers

worked back and forth between them.

By now Steve's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat. Sarah,

his mother-in-law, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and

cooing soft nothings in the darkness. He wanted to say something -- but

he was desperately afraid that all he was capable of was a desperate

request for her to open up his trousers and really begin to play with

it!

The young girl on the stage lay back ecstatically on the nest of thick,

soft pillows, her long red hair fanning out, her desire-hardened

breasts pointing skyward and not drooping in the slightest. Her fingers

were continuing to slither in and out of her openly spread vaginal

mouth, and everyone now could see it glistening, full of folds, in the

bright spotlights that covered the stage. Her legs were scissored wide

on the gigantic round bed and she gurgled ecstatically with each thrust

and twist of her hungrily working fingers. Sharp little cries began to

break involuntarily from her lips as her lovely head strained back and

she dreamed of her imaginary lover,

Before long the girl was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her

obscene, public display. Her hands ran, fondling, all over the

delicious contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the

bottomless well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she did caress

herself, her hands ran over her body as if out of control with lust,

her fingertips dancing erotically over the flat, ivory belly, digging

greedily into the exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts, then

finally plunging again into the hair-fringed cuntal slit up between her

open legs.

She groaned and pulled her knees up until they almost touched her

breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the

mattress and pillows all around her loins. Then she straightened her

legs abruptly and let them fall out at a wide angle, revealing again

the pinkly glistening crevice between. Her fingertip crawled like a

spider to the soft, hair-covered lips and spread then apart until the

wetly pulsating inner flesh was fully visible to the audience, the

oval, fish-like mouth of her vaginal orifice opening hungrily. Then she

groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling

cauldron of her lust. Her face contorted as she violently fingered

herself, and she began mouthing hideous, loin-tingling obscenities, the

shining half-moons of her buttocks clenching around the hot, avid

crevice between them. A gasp rose from the audience as her tiny,

tightly flexing anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open

slightly as if with well-used practice.

Steve gaped with disbelief as the girl stroked her hair-fringed pussy

folds, swiping up fingertips of moisture and then pressing them down

into the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris

standing out high and hard above the desperately working hand.

By now Steve could feel his penis almost boiling over with little drops

of cum at the head of it, and his testicles felt as if they were being

tightened in a vice. But he still couldn't bring himself to say

anything. His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a great wash of

perspiration had broken out on his forehead. Sarah was still gently

massaging his cock, but she hadn't moved to do anything further. For a

moment he was afraid he might slip and groan out from the pain building

in his overheated groin, which felt as if it were throbbing like kegs

of gunpowder about to explode.

The girl on the bed fingered her anus, then came back up to the wetly

gleaming slickness of her open vagina again. Her hungrily probing

fingers worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them out. Then

she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitingly all

the while. Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly

against her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked

demonically all around her rapidly finger-fucking fingers.

The girl's facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost

impossible pause, then, clenching her teeth agonizingly together, a

third finger joined the other two in the hungry pink folds, which

swallowed all three deep up inside with a greedy wet sucking sound. A

soft, purring moan of pleasure broke from the girl's lips. She writhed

with desire and seemed to become possessed. Her fingers drove faster

and faster, the rapid rhythm forcing grunts of savage, primitive

passion from her beautiful young face.

Her body flesh had turned almost red, burning for orgasm. Beads of

sweaty desire broke across her fevered young brow. Her lovely head

lolled from side to side on the pillows, her long red hair flying in

frustration at her inability to reach climax. She strained after it

urgently, her fingers pistoning up inside her open, exposed cunt

wildly, her groans increasing in urgency with every passing second.

And right then Steve was about to close his eyes and have a mindless

orgasm of his own, -- if not for something totally amazing and mind-

boggling -- an incident which occurred at that very instant.

For suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a giant German shepherd dog

suddenly bounded onto the stage and up on the bed, knocking pillows off

onto the floor, its tail wagging excitedly, its tongue lolling out

slavishly as its savage eyes glittered hungrily in its fierce-looking

big canine head.

The girl's eyes widened in terror and she jerked the back of her hand

against her mouth, screaming with alarm. She tried to lower her legs

and roll off the bed, but the dog stood above her, growling dangerously

in warning. Consequently she fairly froze with her fingers still locked

within the moistened confines of her cuntal folds. The dog moved

forward panting and menacing, his great eyes fastened hungrily on her

defenselessly upturned loins.

Then suddenly she got her voice, screaming in horror: "Help me,

somebody! Please ... oh please ... I ... I don't ... I didn't agree to

this ... honest ..."

But no one in the audience stirred. There was only a heated ripple of

tremulous excitement through the crowd of people reclining m the pitch

blackness on their couches.

Steve wanted to jump up and do something, anything. He started to blurt

out some kind of protest -- but this was suddenly stifled as he

realized what his mother-in-law was now doing with her hand ... namely,

pulling his trousers relentlessly open ...

Steve knew that he should do something, but the abrupt coolness of

Sarah's hand creeping within the open slot in his jockey shorts set him

to gasping voicelessly.

Up on the stage, the helpless teenage girl was still quivering in fear,

her hard young breasts shaking titillatingly beneath the lustfully

snarling dog. Goose-pimples erupted all over Steve's body -- his

mother-in-law had found his iron-hard penis and was slowly drawing it

out of his shorts.

"You're bigger than ever, Arnold," she breathed admiringly, her fingers

running maddeningly over the soft skin of his cock, tickling at the

heavily throbbing sperm-vein hidden beneath.

But he couldn't tear his eyes from the stage. For now the huge beast

had lowered his nose between the shivering young love-slave's soft

creamy legs. His cold, wet nose spread through the curling red hairs in

her crotch and sniffed at her now nakedly exposed vaginal mouth. His

tail wagged and trembled as though he had located a bitch dog in heat.

The girl moaned, terrified, as the cold nose suddenly slid lower,

contacting her tiny puckered anus. She shivered and made a faint little

cry as suddenly the animal's lizard-like tongue shot out and ran wetly

up and down the entire crevice between her thighs, its tip flicking

teasingly at the tiny, defensively clenching anal ring.

The girl tried to squirm away, but the dog was relentless on her. He

raised his head snarling if she moved too much, and she quickly froze

again in her helplessly spread position. He then began greedily lapping

the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his long red tongue the

full length of it, from the tightly held little pucker, up over the

thin pink edge of her cunt, and then over the tiny sensation-primed

pleasure button clitoris standing atop her pubic mound. The girl moaned

and sighed as his great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered

swelling like a knife through butter, dragging the warm fleshy folds of

her pussy after it.

His tongue continued to flick mercilessly between the teenager's

widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl more deeply through the

walls of her vagina, when a fierce, piercing cry would be dredged from

her suddenly passion-moistened lips. She jerked spasmodically, helpless

in the grip of a lust too obscene to be believed, as the great dog

licked and snuffled relentlessly at her raging young loins.

Steve couldn't repress a shudder. His eyes glazed over as he panted

helplessly, watching this amazing display of unspeakable lewdness. By

now his mother-in-law had his penis completely out and was teasingly

drawing his foreskin up and down over the lustfully tingling head.

The frightened sobs on the stage to his surprise, had changed to the

soft, sex-pleading mewls of desire. The dog's thickly slithering tongue

moved mercilessly up and down between her thighs drawing cries of

ecstasy where previously there had only been terror. She raised her

hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her writhing body,

then dropped them with a helpless, enslaved moan to tightly grip the

dog's ears.

A deep, guttural groan of desire echoed from her throat, and suddenly

she jerked her legs backward m order to provide the animal with greater

oral access to her pussy lips. She pulled his snout forward, up inside

her well-lubricated vaginal mouth, and his enormous tongue snaked out

even deeper up into the moist, steaming passageway, ravishing her

eagerly accepting cuntal walls without mercy.

Wild, incoherent shrieks echoed from her young lips, pleading and

encouraging the German shepherd salivating between her upthrust thighs.

He worked like the savage beast he was, and then Steve noticed

something else, something almost unbelievably exciting ...

The dog's glistening red penis was slowly emerging from its furry

animal sheath . .

Now he lifted his nose from the pleading girl's genitals to nose her

over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance appeared to

have disintegrated under the maddening dog-tongue which had moments

before so relentlessly lapped at her openly welcoming pussy. She was

enslaved by the huge beast panting and drooling over her. Her quivering

body now spread-eagled, face forward, among the soft pillows on the

bed, as the animal nudged her upward before his waiting loins.

Then, once she was kneeling helplessly before him, vagina raised high,

the immense head lowered again, the thickly pink tongue slithering far

up into the exposed crevice back between the groaning girl's buttocks.

Sarah was breathless from this incomparable performance -- Arnold had

said nothing to her about a dog show in this place. He knew how she was

so dead-set against such animalistic perversion.

On the other hand, she had to admit a certain fascination with the

grotesque sight of the dog and the young girl engaging in such lewd and

lascivious behavior, and finally she could not repress a small shudder

of desire, her eyes unable to leave the remarkable scene which

confronted them.

So that although she had expected only to gently hand tease her

adorable young son-in-law, by now she was going out of her mind with

lascivious craving, and wanted nothing less than to take his

magnificent, towering rod into her ravenous mouth and suck it until he

shot out his hot, creamy semen all the way down her throat and into her

thirstily waiting belly.

And then, in one blinding flash of realization, it occurred to her what

her beautiful young daughter must have been up to today when she had

overheard those wild groans of passion from her bedroom ...

Chapter 9

But could it be?

Jan, her beautiful young daughter, Jan, seduced by an animal!?

Cavorting like a shameless whore with that German shepherd?

Yes, she could remember now the soft mewling whimpering of the dog on

the other side of that bedroom door. That was some sort of explanation

for the dog being in Jan's bedroom altogether.

But on the other hand it was unbelievable. It was quite one thing to

witness this sort of thing in a show of this kind, quite another to

learn that your own daughter was engaging in it. She tried to conjure

up a vision in her mind of Jan's blonde, openly spread vagina being

licked to bursting orgasm by the neighbor's dog. She couldn't imagine

it.

In any case, this would bear looking into -- and the thought of it had

made Sarah hotter than ever. Her loins were moistening wildly with

excitement. She wanted to pull up her skirt, slip down her panties and

impale herself down on her son-in-law's nakedly trembling hardness.

But she dare not -- she might frighten him off. Youngsters became

skittish and had to be worked up very, very carefully.

The young girl on the stage had reached back in order to spread her

cream-white buttock globes open like a curtain from her delicately

throbbing rectal lips, giving the dog's tongue greater access as he

worked at her from behind with increasing urgency. The tongue lashed up

between her legs continually, dredging mournful, sobbing cries of

desire from her parched young lips. Watching this, Sarah could feel the

flame escalating in her own loins drastically. The aching hunger spread

from her abdomen up into her heaving, passion-swollen breasts. She

labored, gasping, for breath and squirmed harder down into the cushion,

pressing the wet, passion-swollen lips of her panty-covered vagina

against it to try to rub out that wildly consuming fire building there.

The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's

crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the bed,

Sarah's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as the snout lifted then,

raising the girl's buttocks with it. Sarah gasped as she realized what

the animal was up to.

The girl obediently knelt, elevating her widespread ass-cheeks, bending

before her furry master in abject surrender. His long, relentless

tongue had lashed her into servile helplessness, crushing her

resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive

young sexual organs.

The girl was on all fours and the huge dog now mounted the smoothly

spread cheeks of her buttocks, forepaws on her sleek young back. The

glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its furry sheath, dripping

milky-white animal cum from its tip. The tapered point slipped and

danced in the hot, wet crevice before it as the dog trembled and

jerked, trying to locate the tight little anal hole in order to bury

the thick, hard shaft into the helpless young love-slave's helplessly

exposed rectum. As it slipped menacingly about on her naked flesh, she

cried out as if she were being branded with a scalding hot iron.

Yet, sobbing, the girl still looked back, shifting her upraised

buttocks in order to capture the lengthening shaft. Like a bitch in

heat, she strove to scabbard the long, pinkly glistening organ in her

voraciously grasping vaginal mouth. But the dog would have none of that

-- it wanted her anus only. Its sharp tip missed at first, then slid

upward again, attempting to enter. The girl sobbed, tensed, evading the

bending, up-slipping cock in terror. But the dog immediately returned

to the attack, thrusting crazily at her tight young rectal opening. It

seemed to slip unsuccessfully by mistake into the soft, hair-fringed

pussy, rubbing heatedly against the clitoris. The throbbing redness of

his rod contrasted starkly with the girl's pink passion-enflamed cunt.

He rubbed his loins hungrily against the softly opening lips and she

groaned again with desire.

Fuck up into her, fuck up into her! Sarah found herself crying out in

her mind, hopelessly aroused and stroking her son-in-law's hardness

without thought as he gasped laboriously next to her.

The dog growled and the girl reached back, desperately trying to guide

his slippery penis into her pinkish folds. Then suddenly a great well

of sound erupted from the audience as the German shepherd abruptly

found his footing, jerked his penis up and buried it with a merciless

lurch through the tightly clenched lips of the girl's anus. She

screamed out in pain, then squirmed her backside in abject surrender

back onto his punishing cock. It slithered forward with a wet rush

until it was sunk to the hilt, the dog's sperm-filled testicles

swinging below her and smacking heavily into her wetly dripping pubic

hair. A moan of relief broke from her pain and pleasure contorted lips

as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the

panting dog. His forelegs wrapped tighter around her smoothly curved

hips, and she undulated her body around in tiny lewd circles,

abandoning herself to this delicious, searing animal fucking of her

rectal passage. Her face turned sideways toward the excited audience

and they could see fully the delirious rapture growing on her lovely

young features, her long red hair spilling over her cheeks and hanging

down to the bed. Her desire-swollen breasts danced slightly beneath her

sensuously writhing torso, moving in time to the mercilessly skewering

cock of the dog as it slid deeply into her from behind, a relentless

hot poker of lewdly glistening flesh burying itself deeply and

excitingly within her burning rectal channel.

Sarah's breath was coming in tight, frantic gasps and the burning

sensation bubbling in her belly was almost too much to bear. She felt

as if her eyes would explode right out of her head. The wild fluttering

in her loins increased savagely in intensity with each prolonged moment

she had to watch the young teenage girl being ravished. Her body

perspired feverishly in the warm, close room. The excited heat of the

audience around her communicated itself and bathed everyone in

perspiration. She could feel sweat trickling down her belly and

mingling with the moistly trickling perfume at her pubic curls. She

squirmed her vagina harder down against the cushion, stroking furiously

on her son-in-law's throbbing cock, the cushion rubbing back sensuously

against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her hotly pulsating pussy. She

bit hard on her lower lip, struggling to hold back a groan of sheer,

unadulterated frustration.

Then suddenly her nerves and mind could take it no longer. Uttering a

little startling cry of "Oh, God -- I have to suck your cock darling!"

she bent her head down, her hot warm mouth, full of moisture, closing

over Steve's throbbing young penis, slipping all the way down until the

smooth rubbery head pressed tightly against the back of her throat.

"Yesssssss," he hissed helplessly, his fingers curling in agony in her

long, thick black hair with its fleeting streaks of grey, gripping her

head and forcing her mouth elastically down over his throbbing, blood-

bloated cock. Her hand cupped his sperm-heavy balls affectionately, her

lovely head swimming with delirious happiness. This was it! This was

what she had waited for, for so long, the chance to suck on Steve's

adorable young penis!

Dizzying sensations swam burningly through her lust-ridden brain like

hot volcanic lava. This was it -- oh beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

... She gagged and gurgled over his delicious hardness, lapping at the

underside and all around it, measuring with her tongue the fierce

throbbing blood his healthy young, testicles were pumping out through

the pulsating veins of his cock. Her eyes closed with ecstasy, her

nostrils flaring widely, her eyelashes fluttering as if overcome with

emotion.

Steve was trying to stifle his groans, but his brain seemed to have

lost control of his body. His eyes had closed and he couldn't keep

himself from pressing his fingers into her thick hair as her furnace-

like mouth sucked so hungrily on his heavily pounding rod, her lips

clinging like an elastic band, her tongue wrapping around it like warm

melted butter.

Oh honey, he thought. Oh God . she thinks I'm my father-in-law ...

arrrrgghhh ...

His dreamy, hallucinating mind strayed back to the obscenely swaying

body of the young girl kneeling before the rapidly hunching German

shepherd on the stage. She had gone completely out of her mind now and

was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through desperately

clenched teeth. She was begging him, literally, to fuck her harder and

to spew his burning hot cum deep up into her greedily yearning rectum.

She wanted to be filled with his animal semen, and she was so

undermined by lust that this was all that mattered in all the world.

The girl was no longer human, but part dog herself, yelping and

squealing, a trembling mass of desire-deranged young flesh that pleaded

to be mercilessly fucked and dominated by the dog on her back, its

heavily hardened cock pistoning mercilessly in and out of her sensitive

young rectal passage. She was reveling in the humiliation of being

fucked from behind by the heavily panting dog, and she ground her

buttocks salaciously back against him, his hairy body jerking wildly.

Steve couldn't tear his eyes away. At the same time the pressure was

building volcanically below in his sperm-laden balls as his mother-in-

law sucked ravenously on his bulging young cock, practically devouring

him alive as her own loins tingled excitingly, beneath her panties.

Steve's eyes were glued to the unnatural coupling on the bed in the

middle of the stage. Even though his mother-in-law sucked and licked

without stopping, and his breathing was coming in ardent, ragged gasps,

he was still a part of the unnatural scenario and could not be

distracted. Watching the dog fucking the girl deep up into her wide-

split rectum, her long red hair flailing wildly as the furious beast

thundered into her, Steve felt as if that act was a part of the same

obscene act his mother-in-law was conducting on himself. Her furious,

vampirish sucking of his cock had no separation whatever from the

strange events taking place on the stage before him.

Suddenly there was a fierce cry from the lust-possessed girl. She

flailed her head and hair from side to side even more wildly, screaming

with a mixture of torment and delight. It was obvious that she was

hurtling through the most soul-shattering orgasm ever and she worked

her buttocks back greedily against the dog as if she were losing what

little was left of her mind.

The giant animal's tongue hung lolling wetly from his mouth as he

fucked wildly into her backside, and his saliva dripped into a pool

that had formed in the creamy smooth estuary of her youthful back. She

rammed her nakedly quivering buttocks back hard, sobbing piteously, and

then suddenly he jerked forward and, shuddering without pause, began

making the tiniest of whimpers as his heavily sunk cock began spitting

out his sperm in deep, hard spurts up into her greedily clasping rectal

channel.

Steve watched in licentious fascination, feeling his own needs

building. Yes ... he was ... going to ... cum ... oh Jesus Christ ...

He clutched his fingers into his mother-in-law's cheeks ecstatically

pressing them tighter around his penis.

On the stage, the girl's smooth round buttocks started contracting

uncontrollably, signaling the orgiastic upheaval in her own wildly

contracting young belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly

locked anus, spreading out all over her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks

... thin trails of sticky cum that ran down back of the ivory columns

of her long young thighs. Her buttocks shone, displaying soaked pubic

hair down below, then pink, exhausted rectal flesh as she pitched,

wailing, forward on her face, her entire body bathed in sweat from the

power of her feverish, mind-shattering climax. The rapidly deflating

animal penis slid slowly from her semen-flooded back passage with a

lewd sucking sound that echoed reverberatingly through the stunned

silence of the room. The girl appeared unconscious, but breathed

heavily, and the beast stood above her wagging his tail in

appreciation. In one final move of obscene depravity he dropped his

head to her still widespread loins and licked at the warm white

moisture oozing from her animal ravished young pussy. Then he swallowed

it hungrily until there was none left at all.

It was this last licentious act which as much as anything finally

brought Steve shudderingly upward towards his magnificent climax. He

could feel every last nerve and sinew in his body begin to shake and

sputter, and then he closed his eyes tightly, muttering heatedly: "Oh

no ... oh God ... I mustn't cum right in her mouth ... oh God ... Jesus

... honey ... darling suck ... oh suck yes ..."

He tried weakly to lift her head out of his crotch, so that he wouldn't

shoot it all down her throat, but she would have none of it. She cupped

his testicles and held on too strongly for him, her tongue lavishly

drowning it with the saliva of her hot, furnace-like mouth.

And then he could feel the steel spring in his balls uncoil, spitting

out through the burning center of his cock-head while she continued to

suck without pause, squirting upward through her greedily locked lips

and back down deeply into her desperately swallowing throat.

Steve groaned and began bucking like a horse undergoing its first

saddling. The juice of his loins squirted out this way and that,

painting the walls and roof of her mouth, striking with burning heat

back against her hungrily working tonsils.

Sarah sucked endlessly, in a sweet, prurient dream of ecstasy. This was

what she had really wanted ever since she had first spied her handsome

young son-in-law lounging out on the patio around their pool in

Kenilworth, his lovely flat muscles rippling attractively, shining and

tanned in the summer sunlight.

God, I'm a real cock-sucker, she thought. And I love it, love every

minute of it!"

The last spurt of Steve's milk-white orgasm struck the back of her

throat and trickled warmly down to her gratefully accepting belly.

Already much of it had broken through the sides of her mouth, and

covered the exposed portion of his penis and pubic hair. Then he shook

and jerked and gradually settled back against the couch with a moan,

his cock gradually softening as she licked and nibbled at it to make

sure every last drop was greedily milked away.

On the stage the curtain closed slowly on the depraved extravaganza,

the sexually subjugated teenage beauty and her tired animal lover

twitching fitfully in a post-orgasmic sleep. It was with relief and

regret that Sarah lifted her head from Steve's weary, sperm-drained

cock. She had almost had an orgasm of her own, but she sensed that the

house lights would come up again fairly quick, and it was time to play

out their little charade still further, at its appropriate pace.

Chapter 10

"Thank you, Arnold," she whispered, teasing his ear wetly with her

semen-moistened tongue. "Thank you so much for letting me kiss you

there, darling. Now I have to go to the bathroom -- you've gotten my

body in such an uproar."

My pleasure, Steve was tempted to say. Instead he merely kept wisely

silent. If she was going to the bathroom -- that would give him the

chance he needed to change positions again.

But with her disappearance into the blackness -- the only lights were

little cat's eyes in the couch legs so that people could see their feet

-- his father-in-law also harumped and apparently left to go to the

toilet as well. Steve blinked, breathing noisily, and worked his limply

drained penis back into his shorts, then zipped up his trousers.

Everything around his groin seemed to be miserably sticky and

uncomfortable, but that was going to be the price he would pay,

apparently.

But God, his forty-four year old mother-in-law had been the most mind-

blowing suck he'd ever encountered in his life! She made all the young

girls he had encountered in the years before he met Jan absolutely pale

by comparison, he thought.

But why couldn't she impart that wonderful knowledge to her beautiful

blonde-haired daughter?

He smiled restfully and put his hands behind his head. She did have the

most amazing mouth, Sarah. What a marvelous discovery. He wondered if

it would be as satisfying to fuck her as well. With most women their

mouths were either too small to really do a blow job well, or too big

for true beauty. So you always had to make a choice -- take the big

lips for great cock sucking, or the small ones for prettiness and

kissability. This was no easy decision to make. When he married Jan

he'd supposed that hers were the in-between variety that would make the

love bed a paradise.

But she'd proven to be such a prude that she couldn't even get her to

use her mouth on him. Consequently he'd given up on everything fancy

which he so enjoyed, and just threw it to her however it suited him, as

she weren't participating at all. This was not an entirely satisfactory

arrangement, but he'd gotten supremely tired of trying to work her up

into any normal state of frenzy.

Had he been wrong? Should he have worked on her longer and with more

intense application? He shrugged. One didn't have time to do everything

with all the thoroughness in the world. There was only so much time in

a day.

The house lights rose and he positioned himself slightly differently on

the couch so that Sarah would have no inkling of the mistake she'd made

with him. Now, as he looked about the room, he saw that other people

were misbehaving as well -- and in much more extreme postures. There

was one young brunette, her long black hair flowing down, with her

dress up over her hips, where an older man was fucking in and out of

her with great strength. In other places men were sucking on girl's and

women's tits, or men were being sucked off, girls having their pussies

licked and so on. Apparently the dog performance had turned everyone on

something terrific.

All this sensuality brought him to wondering what his mother-in-law

would look like undressed. Huge pendulous breasts of course, not as

firm and high as Jan's, but big tits were always warm and exciting, no

matter how heavily they hung.

Then the big cheeks of her ass would be smoothly curved and delicious,

of course. And she had beautiful long hair. He could even imagine

fucking her in the ass, as the dog had the helpless young girl on the

stage.

Not that it would ever come to that, of course. This was merely

fantasy. Sarah had made a mistake and that was all.

He gulped and froze as he saw her coming his way. Would she notice

anything?

Apparently she didn't. She merely leaned over, the bulbous tops of her

enormous breasts showing forth, and asked him pleasantly, "Well, Steve,

did you enjoy the show?"

* * *

He tried to carry on a casual conversation on the way home, but it was

difficult with his mother-in-law's thigh pressed so tightly against his

in the back seat.

"You were probably surprised to learn that your mother and I even knew

of such a place," Arnold suggested after a time.

"Well-uh ... it did come as something of a shock. There was certainly a

lot of wild stuff going on there ..."

Sarah patted his knee, saying gaily, "Well, since Jan married you we're

all alone now, Steve, and we've had to find some new amusements. I'd

venture to say our whole way of life has changed since you last saw us

at the wedding."

I'll bet it has, Steve thought, wondering. But he didn't say much more;

his mind kept drifting back to the amazing vision of the young girl on

stage having her back hole reamed by that passionate German shepherd,

its shaggy tail wagging, its lengthy tongue hanging out of its mouth

almost all the way down to her sweat-glistening back.

Back at the house, Jan had finally fallen into a pleasantly relaxed

doze after being fucked and licked to orgasm by Rex about five more

times. Her long blonde hair spread out on the pillow, a pleasant

relaxed smile on her lovely face, her long dark eyelashes fluttering

just ever so slightly out of her closed lids, as if moved by a great

emotion and pleasant dreams. She had left her lover in the kitchen by

his food bowl, but he didn't seem to mind. He was the perfect lover,

utterly adorable and discreet. It wouldn't have done at all for them to

be found sound asleep in the same bed, and he seemed to understand

that.

Jan could no longer summon any significant amount of shame, and remorse

had left her long ago. Admittedly there had been twinges of both during

and after her first few fantastic, brain-shattering climaxes, but she

was so happy now that nothing else in the world mattered. She

appreciated the unnaturalness of their animal-human coupling, but the

delectable pleasures her darling Rex provided within her susceptible,

previously unfulfilled body overshadowed all other considerations of

morality or the lack of it. She loved him with a fresh, unspoiled

possessiveness that was as contrary to nature as the lewd acts they had

committed, and she could no longer help herself!

This was all a part of her feelings, thoughts and dreams as she dozed

so pleasantly, emotionally drained from the last time her handsome

animal lover had withdrawn his semen-slickened pink penis from her

vagina and backed off from her love-satiated flesh. Her vaginal muscles

had milked it of every last wonderful drop of scalding hot sperm.

Now she wanted only to sleep and enjoy pleasant dreams -- pleasant

dreams of being delightfully, deliriously made love to by her handsome

German shepherd lover.

So that when her parents and husband came home, Jan was sound asleep in

the master bedroom. They slipped in and moved around the house quietly,

not wanting to wake her. Sarah fixed herself a cup of coffee in the

kitchen and yawned, obviously ready for bed. This was where the rest of

their plan usually went into action when dealing with new young men of

little experience.

"Look, honey," said Arnold, "Steve and I are still wide awake. I think

we'll take a spin down to the Clover Club for a glass of beer. What do

you say, Steve?"

"Well-uh ..."

"You don't look anywhere near being ready for bed. Come on."

Sarah stretched and yawned, her huge breasts stuffing outward through

the open cleavage in her dress. They were powdered, perfumed and nicely

tanned. She had found that young men always liked large well-tanned

breasts. "That's all right with me, honey. I'm ready for beddy-bye."

She walked up to her husband and pressed her open mouth to his. They

touched tongue tips as Arnold's hand came up to squeeze her left

buttocks cheek, and her hand came up between his legs to lovingly

caress his genitals.

Steve gulped and looked away from the overtly sexual display. Then

Arnold broke off the kiss with a laugh and took his arm, "Come on, son.

Let's top off the night with a few quick ones." They headed for the

door.

Sarah couldn't repress a lewd little smile after the two men left. Then

she stretched and yawned and went to the guest room, her voluptuous

body wobbling on shakey high heels as she remembered tremulously the

delicious taste of her young son-in-law's wonderfully responding cock

in her ardently sucking mouth.

Sarah hummed softly to herself as she undressed with elegant grace, her

lovely naked contours coming into full view. She looked at herself in

the vanity mirror, lifting her breasts like fully ripened melons in her

hands. They were her most attractive feature and she knew it. Her

thumbs twiddled her large, protuberant dark brown nipples and she

watched them harden under her steady gaze.

Then she went through the connecting door and into the shower room.

She spent a good half an hour or more showering and preparing herself

for bed. Occasionally she smiled to herself as she considered what

Arnold must be up to at that very moment -- getting her attractive

young son-in-law mildly tipsy and showing him pictures of his sexually

put together mother-in-law, who had the hots for him. He would probably

show the young man shots of her being fucked at the same time as she

was sucking on somebody's penis, while yet a third man worked on her

breasts with his mouth. She did hope he didn't show Steve the picture

of her sucking on an enormous black penis. Their son-in-law was

conservative in his racial attitudes, and this might put him off.

There were very few young men, she thought, smiling, who could resist

her voluptuous curves once Arnold got them worked up with those nude

pictures of her being taken every way possible by other men. Then it

only took a whisper in their ear, "She wants to let you fuck her. She

told me so. She thinks your adorable. She's hot for your cock."

Abruptly her reveries were interrupted as she toweled her gorgeous

body. She looked around to see where the whimper had come from.

And then she saw Rex, sitting quietly by the side of the bed.

Sarah's eyes gleamed, hot with sensuality. Her eyelids were still

imprinted with the memory of the girl on the stage with the German

shepherd humping into her from behind. And then she remembered also

what she had considered about Rex and Jan ... alone together in that

bedroom ... with the strange erotic sounds issuing from it ...

"Well, I seem to have company," she said silkily, coming up to Rex,

still totally nude from the shower, and scratching him lightly behind

the ear. His thick furry coat rubbed sleekly against the smoothness of

her long legs and he whimpered quizzically, eyes glued to the dark

triangle of curly hair covering the softly rising mound between her

legs. They darted also, momentarily, to the dark brown crests on her

nakedly exposed breasts. She petted his head and smiled.

And then suddenly something happened! Rex leaped up on her and began

lapping at her nipple crowns with his long wet tongue. Sarah gasped and

staggered backward, her hand at her throat, Rex's lascivious animal

attack triggering a fierce, burning response inside her cunt, which had

already been wildly aroused that evening by her son-in-law's response

to her oral love-making.

"Why -- you beautiful lecher!" she gasped tremulously. "So that's it! I

was right! You're a devil dog!" Sarah stared wonderingly at his almost

grinning, handsome German shepherd face, the expression in his large

round eyes altogether too sexy and human. She felt as if his eyes were

laser beams burning into the soft hairy mattress of her pussy. Yes --

they were twinkling, seductively twinkling! She was sure of it! As if

he wanted to go much further than merely lap at her nude breasts.

The temptation was too great for the voluptuous older woman to pass up.

She felt a small ripple of excitement in her belly as once more she

leaned forward to stroke his coat, consciously thrusting the fully

exposed mounds of her chest slightly towards him.

Rex accepted the enticing invitation. Again his long length of hot,

moist tongue swept over the sensitive hardened nipples! Nor did it stop

with a single swipe over the warm, sensual globes. Instead, Sarah

gasped excitedly as his long thickly working flesh curled its heated

wetness over the smooth, resilience of her nakedly tingling skin again

and again.

Her breath caught desperately in her throat as she felt herself

respond, watching the pinkly glistening length of his tongue graze

hotly over the erect, berry-hard nipples on her nakedly swelling tits,

the feverish sensation increasing rapidly. She could almost see the

large secondary mounds of her aureoles gradually expanding under their

delicate load of high, hardened nipples.

"Oooooooh, darling," she murmured, "you loving devil you ... you are

really affectionate ..." The ardently astonished brunette brushed her

fingers over the back of his long furry ears, her voice coming in

throaty, tremulous little gasps. She thrust her breasts forward in

order to enjoy fully the warming lasciviousness of his tongue passing

so wetly over their colorful tingling crests.

The simmering sensations raced through her belly like a raging forest

fire, causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushing cunt

lips to flow even faster, dampening wetly the tops of her trembling

thighs. For a moment, Rex seemed to hesitate, but only for a moment --

then he whined and worked forward to wedge her long legs apart with his

snout, pushing his cold, wet nose up between them right to the

expectantly quivering lips of her pussy mouth!

"Darling ..." she breathed. "Oh ... you mustn't ... this is wrong ...

oh God ... no ..."

But that was what they all said -- at first -- and Rex thought that she

was encouraging him. Trying to work his nose in still further, his

nostrils keenly aroused by the musky scent of her excited womanhood,

the woman started staggering backward, until finally Sarah fell

backwards with her legs spread wide open upon the fresh, newly made

bed.

Once more his hot tongue darted out provocatively, licking mercilessly

at her nudely reclining body. Wild emotions swamped the raven-haired

woman as she stared into his deep brown eyes, his tongue continuing to

lap lovingly at her naked tits. Yes ... he knew exactly what he was

doing, the seducer ... but she couldn't help herself. His tongue was so

large and warm ... but ...

Suddenly it started working downward over her softly trembling flesh.

Down over her warm belly, swirling wetly and excitingly into her navel

and then downward ... yes ... until finally his nose tip was sniffing

right between her helplessly quivering thighs, as if he could actually

sense the intoxicating heat of her desperately surging cunt!

Sarah was amazed and incredulous -- unbelievable that she could get so

excited in a matter of moments from the tonguing of her loins by an

apparently well-trained dog! The lustful sensations his hotly probing

nose -- its sleek furry snout brushing so tantalizingly against her

open thighs -- was nothing short of obscenity. But maybe this was what

was firing up her lust so dramatically -- the very illicit nature of

their relationship!

"It-it was you, wasn't it, dear," she sighed, as the whining animal

continued to sniff at her swiftly moistening pussy slit. "You've been

fucking my daughter! It's true, isn't it!"

She propped herself and took his handsome face tenderly in her hands.

"What was it she was having you do in the bedroom, handsome lover? Lick

her cunt, maybe? Was that it? Do you like to lick women's pussies?

Would you like to lick mine, for example, darling? Come on, your mama

has a cunt that's starving for a good tonguing. Show her how you do it,

darling. You and I are going to get along beautifully if you're good at

that, darling. Believe me."

The piquant fragrance of her mating heat fired Rex' loins. He sensed a

relationship between this woman and his mistress, but he wasn't exactly

sure what it was. Nevertheless there was a certain similarity in the

rising aroma of Sarah's female sexual excitement. He would have to lick

her there, between her legs, to find out if they both tasted the same.

His snout wiggled and sniffed toward her hotly burning vaginal crevice,

picking up the fierce potency of his mistress' mother's sexual aroma,

moist and wetly pulsating with its bright pleasureful promise. He could

detect the shivering ripple of excitement passing through Sarah's huge

breasts and splendid hour-glass hips, tremoring onward into her loins

and then passing out through her legs. The colorful pointed tips of her

nipples quivered before him like rapidly hardening jelly.

His eyes burned as well into the sensuous little triangle of soft pubic

curls, wherein nestled the sultry, hungry-looking lips of her moistly

gleaming pussy mouth.

"Quick," Sarah groaned, really getting turned on as she stroked open

mouthed, head back at his long furry ears. "Don't make me wait any

longer, lover. Come to big mama; show her what to do. Mama's new at

this -- with d-dogs."

Rex's eyes gleamed as he caught the intensive charge of lurid

sensuality emanating from her huskily moaning throat. Sarah's eyes

fastened on his, realizing with a start that those dog-animal eyes were

reflecting as much desire and anticipation as hers. A series of

feverish chills swept over her as she waited, breathing noisily with

desire through her excitedly flared nostrils. What was he going to do?

"Oh, precious ... please ... don't make mama wait ..."

Rex' avid, devouring eyes didn't leave her for an instant, his yearning

expanding rapidly.

Then suddenly Sarah could take the maddeningly erotic suspense no

longer. She screamed at him, "Well, come on up here, you teaser!" Get

up here you handsome brute and do whatever it is baby Jan's taught you

to do!" She patted the bed eagerly beside her, her long raven hair

spilling out over her voluminous breasts.

Unknown to Sarah, this patting of the bed was exactly the command that

Rex had been trained to respond to. Suddenly he leapt up on it with the

most graceful, effortless motion, his canine face contorted with desire

for her, his passion-reddened penis expanding outward from its furry

sheath. His eyes devoured her for a moment as she lay docilely waiting,

helpless and enslaved by his sex-crazed eyes. And then his passionately

handsome animal face turned almost human as Rex eagerly moved along the

side of her body, then inclined his shaggy shining head to graze again

her desire-swollen breasts with the hot lapping wetness of his long

thick tongue ...

Chapter 11

Jan awoke lazily, a smile of happy pleasure blanketing her placid and

sensual face. Her fervid memories of the beautiful love her darling Rex

had given her, and the exquisite sensuousness of his tongue, was enough

to make her feel sweet, lazy and happy. Working herself up again, she

broke through all of her early moral training to whispering filthy

words to herself over and over again. She thought in lewd four-letter

terms of all of the words that one might use to describe her marvelous

affair with Rex: fuck, cunt, cock, jism and so on. All the lewdly

inciting words she could think of, as she mentally pictured the

beautifully forbidden love-party they had shared.

Then she thought of Steve, too, but not for long. What she and Rex had

shared was too beautiful and had nothing to do with her husband. She

loved him, but from now on only a dog would be able to satisfy her

physically and relax her in the way that she so desperately required.

She smiled to herself, stirring excitement whirlpooling at the base of

her belly and downward into her pleasantly tingling loins. God, could

she ever thank Marge Levitt enough for introducing her to such savagely

erotic thrills? After an orgasm with Rex's tongue or penis up inside of

her, she was no better than a whimpering dummy; it took ages for her to

come back down from that lewd, forbidden heaven.

She brushed a hand exotically upward through her long blonde hair. How

delightful it had been -- and would be. Then she peered through the

gloom at the clock but couldn't seem to make out anything. Was it the

middle of the night or what? And where was Steve?

And then she heard the groaning, continuous sounds of passion echoing

from the downstairs guest room ...

Sarah needed little priming to fan her voluptuous curves into a glowing

furnace of desire. She groaned endlessly as she lay thrillingly naked

beneath the wet, searing caresses of Rex's hotly loving tongue. She

watched with feverish eyes his every incredible, passion-surging lick,

wondering breathlessly how she could ever considered such delicious

excitement to be lewd and perverted. -- And she'd thought that she'd

tried everything!

"Ooooh, darling ... you precious sweet baby dog ..." she moaned,

curling her fingers ecstatically around his ears. Her voice came out

with a mewling, pleading tone as she stroked his big, sensuously moving

head, Rex continuing to lick at her large, exposed breasts lavishly.

And then her breath began to shorten with frenzied anticipation -- for

his head was gradually dropping, his tongue tracing a lurid path

downward over her belly

"Oh yes, darling! That's it!" she gasped, spreading her thighs

voluntarily open to expose the thin vertical oval of her cuntal mouth.

"All the way down to big mama's pussy. Lick big mama's pussy the way

you probably did Jan's! Get between my legs, you beautiful furry lamb,

you ... that's it ... ooooooh darrrrrling ...!"

There was nothing in all of Sarah's wildly lascivious experience to

compare with anything like this! What maddening thrill would come

next?! Dazed with lust, she raised her legs to draw them obscenely back

until her knees were flattening out the soft yielding resilience of her

passion swollen breasts. Her cunt was open and vulnerable to anything

he wanted to do to her. Then -- uttering a little cry at that instant -

- she felt his cold wet nose brushing ice-cube cold against her flushed

cuntal lips and upraised thighs. Suddenly she had sensed it ... the

first contact of her hotly aching pussy with his devilishly

intoxicating tongue!

Impulsively, she squirmed beneath the fluid heat of his lick as it

moved up and back from her vagina down through the smooth, hairless

valley between the tightly tensed mounds of her full-moon buttocks. Her

heart pounded like a tidal wave against the sides of a damn, fervid

blood racing like hell's fire through her veins from his sizzling

animal tongue glazing the sensitive area around her tight little anal

mouth, its worming tip burrowing like a beaver into the tiny brown

puckered hole!

"Ohhh, God ... you know it all, don't you, baby ... God, you really do

know it all ... you know me, baby ... don't you ... aarrrggghhh ..."

Sarah groaned, her eyes closing tightly, her head straining backwards

with her long dark hair flying all around. Her flesh was swamped with

this marvelous feeling of his obscene tongue working with such fiery

skill on her sex-drugged body. "Ooooh, you do know what I like, baby

... but mama doesn't believe you learned that all by yourself ...

you've had a very sexy teacher ... ooohh!"

Again he taunted her tiny puckered anus, until finally she felt his

tongue tip burning a fiery wet path slowly upward towards the

smoldering lips of her sensuously squirming pussy mouth! The lips of

her cunt felt all swollen and sultry, as if they were sucking inward

and then puckering outward again for a kiss. A tremor of madly

impassioned animalism washed through the nerve ends of her satiny flesh

as he swept it wetly along the moistened pink crevice between her

lewdly spread buttocks and thighs, then over the entire length of her

hair-fringed vaginal slit! From the babyish pucker of her snugly

clenched little asshole, it traced mercilessly to the pink, desire-

fleshed edges of her excited cuntal lips, and at last flicked at the

hypersensitive pleasure button of her tiny, erect clitoris!

"Arrrrggghhh!" the voluptuously inflamed woman moaned, lifting her head

higher, her long hair trailing back, in order to better witness the

obscene behavior Rex was committing between her lewdly drawn-up thighs

-- the unbelievable tonguing this dog was giving her. Seething stabs of

mounting lust saturated her naked womanly flesh at the sight of his

moistly curling tongue moving over the sensitive mouth of her now

crazily twitching vagina. He worked her over endlessly and she gasped

as his thick length of fluid flesh spread incredibly deep through the

flowing wetness of her pussy folds. He had all the expertise of any

human male who'd ever licked her cunt!

The ecstasy continued to escalate, higher and higher. Sarah felt as if

she was swimming right up into the starry stratosphere, her ovaries

about to burst all over her aching loins. She'd heard about dogs and

women, and tonight she'd seen it, but who would ever have thought that

she'd been indulging in it herself with this pet of her own daughter!

Which made it all the more exciting!

''Oooooh God ... oohhhh Rex honey ... ooooh you darling dog ... you

lover ... handsome brute ..." She moaned on and on, Rex's tongue

continuing to splay open her glistening pink cunt flesh, finally

pausing, as she watched, to suddenly corkscrew it stabbingly forward

into her wet, overheated vaginal channel!

"Darrrling," she groaned. "Sweet lover ... you've got the most educated

tongue in the world ... ooohhh ..." Her sensuous curves spasmed beneath

his unbelievably lurid pussy lapping, and suddenly she wanted Steve's

cock back in her mouth again That would really be ecstasy! Oh, if only

Steve's cock was fucking into her mouth while this beautiful dog licked

her cunt! God, with all of his creamy, virile young jism squirting down

her throat ... just the taste of it making her cum frantically as it

pumped and pumped like a wildly spewing firehose down into her mouth!

Heavenly!

"Ooohh Jesus," she breathed. "No wonder my little Jan takes you into

the bedroom with her, lover. You can really lick cunt ... oooooh

darrrling... like that ... yessssss ... lick it for mama ... tongue-

fuck me! Ooooh, get way up inside me!"

Sarah lifted her intensively simmering loins and quaking ass-cheeks,

grinding them strongly against the wild, wet swirling of his animal

mouth. "Further up darling ... ooooohhh ... that's ... ooohhh darling

... love you ... mama loves her doggy ... fuck me with your tongue ...

ooohhh... shove your tongue up as far in mama's cunt as you can, lover

..."

She reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping his furry head

in order to draw his long snout tighter into her wetly throbbing pussy

passage. His firebrand tongue fired out into the hotly seething passage

like a white-hot cauterizing iron, his own doggy whimpers matching hers

as he hungrily lashed and tongue-fucked her blood-engorged cuntal flesh

with a skill and ferociousness no man had ever shown her!

"Oooooh ... oh ... I'm dying ... you drive me wild ... God ..." she

hissed through tightly clenched teeth, her beautiful head and long hair

flailing from side to side, her huge breasts bouncing all over her

chest and upper belly. Her eyes gaped from the licentious pressure of

his kiss at her burning loins. The sight of looking down and watching

him licking at her was so obscene that the sheer illicitness of it sent

her hurtling higher towards her brain-rattling climax.

Rex could feel his flanks and loins pulsating ruttishly from the musky

scent of her sex heat flowing all over his nose so liquid and slippery

with desire. He sensed a wilder fire inside of her than even of his

beautiful blonde mistress, and this intensity of lust for him made his

blood pulse furiously through his powerful body. The soft whiteness of

the older woman's smooth-white flesh and the heated fumes of sexual

excitement that generated from the warm, hair-lined crevice up between

her widely spread legs made him feel a fierce urging to do more than

simply lick at her deliciously upward grinding cunt.

He did sense a lack of tenderness compared to his warm, soft blonde

mistress, but that didn't displease him. There was even something of

his own kind in the steaming wetness between her thighs, he felt. She

was a real bitch, in her own way. The hot pink flesh between her legs

communicated its flowing wet desire through his lapping tongue and he

felt a wild stimulation which delighted him. His loins began quivering

with urgency, urgency to get into her ...

Sarah had fallen enslaved into a rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps

beneath the powerful animal's fabulous tongue fucking so snake-like up

inside her insanely inflamed vagina. She rolled her head from side to

side in cadence, gurgling with delight, still holding his huge furry

head by the ears between her lewdly upraised thighs. Her brain had

become a lust-drugged universe, hopelessly dominated by Rex's hungry

licking of her sweltering loins. She lifted her head, panting dreamily

... and then she saw it!

Sarah's gleaming, desire-drugged eyes widened at the glistening

spectacle of the dog's thick red cock emerging from its long furry

sheath. Hard and moist, the tapered end slipped and danced as it

continued slithering hotly from its fleshy scabbard beneath his belly.

"Oh Jesus!" She leaned to one side, gaping at it. Oooooh ... was it

possible he might actually dog-fuck her with that powerful, beautiful

instrument . . . a licentious impulse of unbridled animalistic desire

raged through her naked flesh, an obscene mind-crazing desire which

fascinated the voluptuous older woman beyond all belief.

Yes ... his cock was beautiful ... huge and darling ... Never had any

human penis looked more enticing ... it was long and thick ... coming

out now ... different in hue with its beveled tip, its thickening cone-

like shape heightened her excitement!

She stared breathlessly at the big dog's wetly gleaming hardness

dangling down between his powerful loins, her mouth salivating

erotically as if she wanted to suck on it! Maddening thrills of

unnatural desire surged through her overheated loins. But how ... how

... how would they accomplish it ...

"Rex darling," she murmured droolingly. "You lovable lamb-pie." She

stroked his huge head lovingly. Her sensitive inner cuntal flesh

sparked wildly from the damply matted black curls, the lurid scene

acting like a bellows on her flaming loins. Her nakedly thrusting tits

seemed electrified with desire and giddy excitement!

Suddenly she could take it no more. "Rex baby ... lie down," she

pleaded hungrily. "Lie down, lover. Sarah wants to love you, too.

Please ...! I want to suck on your adorable cock, lover and I'll put my

pussy upside down so you can lick it, too. Come on, lover darling --

sixty-nine it with your big mama who loves you like nobody else ever

could!"

Sarah felt as if she were in a sort of delirium. She got crawled to her

knees, her huge breasts hanging down over the coverlet and ballooning

over it. There was no stopping now. Rex backed away, but she continued

to coax him in gentling tones, continued to brush her hand lovingly

over his sleek soft coat, her eyes locked on the solid red length of

his emerging penis hanging so attractively below his furry belly!

Rex watched the beautiful naked woman raise up and move towards him,

surprised that she wasn't going to turn around and present her buttocks

so that he could mount her. Instead she was cooing adoring soft sounds

at him. He whimpered perplexed, his mating hunger continuing unabated.

But then she gave a command he recognized, "Roll over!" and he did as

she bade him.

"That's it, lover ... oooh, that's just fine!" With blinding excitement

Sarah crawled over and positioned herself so that her pussy was just

inches from his face, and even closer as she drew her naked thighs all

the way back. Then she eased forward, placing herself so that her face

was directly above the huge exciting hardness of his animal cock!

Frantic emotions raged through the keyed-up woman. The thought alone of

what she was about to do, its terrible obscenity, was driving her mad

with desire! Gently then, breathing heavily through ardently flared

nostrils, she pushed her arched pelvis towards Rex's handsome animal

face, spreading her legs ... and lovingly pushing his head ... His nose

drew inward as if by magnetism towards the wetly throbbing heat of her

openly yearning cunt. Then immediately his tongue lashed out, making

her moan out with pleasure as it sliced up through the pink wetness of

her deliriously agonized cunt. Gibbering mindlessly, she lowered her

cheek to rest against his warm, hard belly, her hand quickly moving to

grip his rapidly expanding cock!

Once again Rex sensed the pulsating blood in his loins as he tasted and

sensed in his nostrils the heated aroma of her wide split cuntal mouth.

And then there were her wonderful fingers on his loins, their

affectionate touch making him tremble with joy. The urge to close his

eyes and lay their devotedly lapping the warm, wet sweetness up between

her thighs carried him away into a realm of indescribable rapture ...

Sarah gasped hungrily as she clasped his amazingly huge cock, her

fingers manipulating it back and forth, feeling its lust-hardened

thickness growing. She must have it now ... the taste of that

deliciously obscene animal penis slithering wetly around in her hotly

sucking oral cavity!

Beautiful darling ... she thought, her eyes glazing over as if she were

drugged, her hand stroking his jerking animal penis lovingly. She

worked the heavy protective sheath back and forth, his hotly searing

tongue still licking at her maddeningly enraged cunt. Then with a low,

lust-inspired moan, the obsessed woman parted her lush, warm lips to

let the slenderly tapered dog penis ease into the torrid moistness of

her greedily welcoming mouth ... It slithered in slipperily, wetly

until suddenly, it rested all the way back into the depths of her

happily gurgling throat!

Sarah sighed with ecstasy -- at last. She brought her tongue into play

frenziedly, licking hungrily as the delicious animal penis stroked by

the warm walls of her mouth. A sensation of wanton relish raced through

her loins as she started sucking madly on the deliciously tasting

organ. OOooooohhh! It was so delicious! As beautiful as any man's cock

she'd ever sucked! So nice and hard and warm and thrilling, swelling

into increasing hardness and size with every mad, swiping lick!

She could hear his high-pitched animal whining as he continued to

lovingly lick at her hotly inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and

twirl her caressing warm tongue around his long thick member in order

to repay the unbelievable pleasure he was imparting through her

passion-soaked loins. His powerful body responded passionately to her

ardent sucking, his canine pelvis jerking forward and forcing his penis

all the way to the back of her mouth, heavy, sperm-laden balls bumping

softly against her chin. Her hand brushed along his belly, finding the

softness of his testicles, cupping them warmly at first, then gently

milking them and teasingly stroking them with her fingernails. Again

Rex whimpered, this titillation making him start a pumping fuck-rhythm

between the hungrily sucking oval of her moistly milking lips.

The exotic taste of his animal penis made her loins swarm like a

beehive. She reveled in a swamp of sensuality, mouthing and tonguing

him with increasing urgency, her cheeks hollowing passionately, her

smoky eyes glowing with lust as below, between her widely spread

thighs, he lapped avidly at her cunt. His cock was deliciously warm,

and spiced attractively with the sweet raciness of animal sperm ... the

musky scent of his genitals was like bread fresh from the oven ...

The shining smooth cone of his expanding penis fucked up into her face

with perfect cadence, while his tongue splayed ever deeper into the

eagerly accepting opening between her shivering thighs with increasing

enthusiasm. She nipped and gently scraped with her teeth, swirling her

tongue in provoking little flicks over his throbbing cock, her mind

totally fogged by the bizarre licentious hedonism of her immoral act!

Oh God ... it's like forbidden honey in my mouth ... oh darling ...

darling ...

What would his animal cum taste like, she wondered ... warm and thick,

squirting from the tiny dilated hole in his delicious penis tip,

spewing hot jets of his liquid down her starving throat ...

Rex panted with lust. He had never known anything as exciting as this!

Usually he did everything to them, but this woman was actually milking

his balls and sucking on his penis simultaneously. His thickly turgid

dog-shaft felt as it were actually thrusting into a hotly clutching

vagina, her mouth milked so warmly and nicely around it. There was an

exciting difference, though, a lovely difference -- made up of her

little tongue and teeth nipping and swirling greedily around it so

ecstatically! He whined as her tongue and mouth caused waves of

fiercely escalating sensation deep in the depths of his exploding

loins, knowing that soon -- yes, soon -- the pressure in his balls

would release itself and go spurting along the entire length of his rod

into her greedily coaxing mouth!

Sarah' had never sucked a human male more vigorously or happily.

Steeped in voracious animalism, the voluptuously curved woman mouthed

and pulled at his marvelous-tasting animal penis, her loins boiling and

ready to blow off furiously any second ... yes, she actually wanted his

dog cum to shoot scathingly into her salaciously drawing mouth ...

dripping down her throat and filling her wildly heaving belly to the

bursting point ...

A raging tongue of flame seemed to scorch her groin. Her belly seethed

... her fire-filled pussy glowed ... She clutched lovingly, urgently at

the handsome German shepherd's largely swollen testicles, milking and

caressing them urgently as she sucked even more greedily ... her brain

racked with mindless lust ... her entire fleshy body quivering and

shaking with desire ... so lost in it in fact that she didn't even

notice the door to the guest room slide slowly open ...

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She didn't even see her gorgeous blonde daughter standing there through

her sex-drugged haze ...

Yes ... yes ... she was going to climax with an atomic explosion

beneath his saliva-dripping tongue ... She heard Rex whine, then yip in

his own bestial ecstasy ... and then Sarah sobbed into her first

ecstatic orgasm, gushing cum all over the handsome dog's passion-

drenched face ...

Jan had frozen awestruck upon opening the door. She couldn't believe

the amazing sight that confronted her youthful eyes! Her own mother

sucking on Rex's cock while he licked her open and orgasm-gushing

vagina. Possessiveness and jealousy made her knees buckle and she clung

tightly to the door frame, suffused with a combination of rage and

sensuality. Her mother was actually sucking on Rex's penis ... God!

In those few paralyzing seconds, the whole of Jan's life and moral

philosophy turned upside down and inside out. She shook out her long

blonde hair, her immense hard breasts heaving. She recognized her

inhuman infatuation with this adorable animal for what it was ... a

fierce craving that excused any misbehavior at all, in terms of

conventional morals ...

After her initial mind-bending orgasm, Sarah glanced up momentarily

from sucking on the animal's penis and saw her daughter. The worst was

done, she reasoned, so she merely pressed her face back to him and

continued to suck, pressing her loins squishingly over Rex's ardently

lapping mouth until it fitted over his face like a rubber mask, heading

with infinite madness towards her next and succeeding orgasms!

By now Jan was beyond all reason. She shrugged her nightie off and

stepped forward, her beautiful, gravity-defying breasts bobbling, large

and heavily crested. And then she was crawling in bed next to them! Rex

wagged his tail and didn't stop for a minute his delectable licking of

Sarah's sizzling pussy! The loving brute then snarled gutturally, his

flanks pumping furiously, driving his cock in and out of his young

mistress' mother's hungrily working mouth. Almost by instinct then Jan

began stroking softly at his testicles. Rex whined with ecstasy and the

load in his balls seemed to increase dramatically. Fantastic sensation

were triggered in his heaving animal loins. The older woman moaned

suckingly around his swiftly pumping penis ... and then it was jerking

and spasming crazily out of control inside the warmth of her mouth ...

spewing out its scalding cum from deeply down inside the well of his

sperm-bloated testicles!

The dog groaned. Stream after stream of viscously burning sperm erupted

into her mouth as if from an unceasing hose, filling her mouth faster

than she could swallow it! It was as if his bladder had opened and he

was actually urinating down into her throat, the orgasming whining dog

continued to cum, firing Jan's mother through yet another mind-blasting

orgasm! Sensual bliss exploded heavily throughout her bursting loins

... over and over again ... one volcanic explosion piled high up on top

of the last ... until finally his sperm-drained cock was slipping wetly

out of her cum-flooded mouth and she was groaning and groaning and

groaning endlessly in the aftermath of the most fiercely blissful

climax she'd ever had in her life ...

* * *

Steve was still a long ways from being drunk, yet his mind whirled,

intoxicated, from the unbelievable things that his father-in-law had

been explaining to him.

To think -- his mother-in-law and father-in-law were in actuality

secret swingers. So that was the real story behind her sucking on his

cock at the sex exhibition! A put-up job! And now he was sold! She was

attractive and he had already cum in her mouth once. There was nothing

more immoral he could do to her. Now he wanted only to fuck her and

suck on her huge, voluminous tits!

And the pictures his father-in-law had been showing him! Unbelievable!

His mind reeled! Sarah in every incredible kind of position, being

fucked in the ass, and having her titties sucked, being fucked forward,

her legs widely spread, her glistening wet pussy showing openly,

sucking on some strange man's cock! And those pictures of her with

young boys that couldn't have been more than eleven years old!

Unbelievable!

"You sure you're okay?" Arnold asked him suddenly, breaking into his

reverie with a warm, strong hand on his shoulder.

Steve tore his eyes away from his own face in the big mirror on the

wall behind the cocktail lounge bar and looked at his father-in-law.

"Huh? No, I'm all right ... really ... although I still find it a

little hard to believe, dad ..."

Arnold Talbott chuckled softly, picking up his martini and toying with

the toothpick-speared olive. Everything was going just as they'd

planned. They'd babied him along, but he'd be fucking Sarah sure as

anything in the next twenty-four hours. He found himself thinking of

his lovely daughter Jan's luscious, rounded ass as well, and what it

might be like to be worming his big cock up her hot, wet young cuntal

hole for the first time ...

"Not so unbelievable, Stevie boy. All kinds of things happen nowadays.

Swapping is more common than you'd think."

"And -- you mean, she really talked about me? I mean, about --?"

"Damn right, son. Why, she'd love to have that big eight inches of

yours ramming up into her cunt! Take my word for it. She's spoken of

nothing else since we got here and the entire month previous. Why,

she's always had the hots for you, son. She'd love it to death to have

you fuck her!"

"She really talks about going to bed with me ... all the time? And you

wouldn't get sore ?" Steve was incredulous. He'd screwed girls

before he married Jan, of course, but the Talbotts' attitude towards

sex was an entirely new twist to him.

Arnold grabbed his arm. "Look, let's not beat around the bush. I'll

prove it to you. Let's go home right now. Sarah's probably in the sack,

and Jan's sleeping. You can make it with her right now and I'll stand

guard on the door while you fuck her!"

"Wow!"

Arnold Talbott stood up and picked up the check. He unrolled a sheaf of

bills and tossed them on the bar. "Well, sonny boy?" he asked with a

smile. "You coming? Your mother-in-law ain't gonna wait all night!"

Back at the house, mother and daughter had made their peace and were

giving the poor sex-enslaved Rex the loving of his life. On the big

round bed, the sleek furry animal was trying to position himself in

order to imbed his fired-up penis far up inside the older woman's

vagina. "That's the way he begins," Jan told her mother heatedly. "I-I

think he's trying to fuck you, mother."

"Ooooooh Jesus," her mother breathed passionately, also positioning

herself in order to accommodate the handsome dog. "Reach up and guide

his cock into me, darling. This is going to be terrific! Hurry!"

Jan did as she was told, reaching back to lovingly grasp Rex's thick

hardness and aim it towards the pinkly waiting slit of her mother's

soft, hair-fringed pussy folds. She cooed affectionately, slightly

jealous, tenderly massaging his large animal cock.

Then, suddenly, his cone shaped hardness emerged like a red hot

branding iron, glistening wet, and Rex began mounting the older woman

from behind, working the slimly pointed organ up at her anxiously

waiting rectal passage.

"Help him, Jan darling! Please! Help him get it in me!" Sarah begged

feverishly, her upthrusted buttocks squirming obscenely backwards in

search of his cock, struggling to fill her sizzling anal channel. Jan

rubbed the swollen mounds of her top-heavy tits into the dog's gleaming

fur and helped him position his haunches better in order to fuck her

mother. Her slender hand guided the heavy rod of animal hardness

pointedly toward the pink wetness of her love-inflamed pussy channel,

wetting it more and then placing the tip of it right at the lips of her

tightly clenched little asshole.

Then Rex's strong forelegs were gripping tightly around her naked waist

and hips, the moistened tipped cock sliding effortlessly forward all

the way into her hungrily absorbing rectal walls!

"Aaaaarrrrrggggggg ..."

"Hold tight, darling!" Jan squealed excitedly. "He's going to fuck you

now. It's going to be heavenly! That's it, Rex! Hump forward and fuck

her good! Give my mama something to remember us by. Fuck her good, just

the way you did me!"

"The way he did who?" asked Steve quietly, and then Jan whirled,

gasping for breath. For in the guest room doorway stood gaping their

two husbands -- one of them, her father! Their eyes were wide and

disbelieving at the lewd three-fold orgy they had been watching. For

many moments they had been standing there absolutely speechless as if

fastened in the earth. Steve felt at first as if his knees were going

to buckle, but Arnold's strong hand supported him. His head swam in a

gin-swamped haze, overwhelmed with shock.

"Well?" he could hear his father-in-law ask, "this is where we separate

the men from the boys. What do you say?"

"But -- you -- you're not angry?" he asked his father-in-law groggily.

"After all, human swapping was one thing, but this!"

"Hell no. Christ, this is the most erotic scene I've seen in a long

time."

Arnold was right about that, Steve thought. Christ, his own prudish

innocent blonde wife Jan, licking that dog's balls ... She didn't even

do that with him! And his own mother-in-law being fucked by it at the

same time! Incredible! -- But exciting!

But maybe he was wrong and Sarah and Arnold were right. Apparently his

father-in-law didn't mind at all watching Sarah's asshole being fucked

by that dog ... "But Christ, dad," he muttered, "a goddamn dog ..."

"Better than some cocksucker you hate fucking your wife, huh, sonny

boy? Anyway, from the looks of things that dog could teach us a trick

or two -- and you and I are ready to use them! Look at the way he fucks

into Sarah's ass ... he knows what he's doing."

Jan had almost fainted as she saw the two men in the doorway. But now

she hurried to cover her naked body with a sheet and bring her mother

to her senses. In the ensuing commotion, Rex pulled his prick out of

her anus and ran for the door. "Damn!" Sarah cried, spying on them,

"couldn't you two bastards have timed it better! You just stopped me

from getting one wonderful fucking from that beautiful beast!"

None of them could believe the unabashed sexuality of Sarah's outraged

words as she worked herself into a sitting position to face them, her

breasts pointing nakedly outward, making no effort at all to conceal

her voluptuously exposed body. Steve ogled the cock-throbbing sight of

her sitting there unblushingly with nothing on except her huge white

tits, their large hardened nipples, and the saucy, brunette fringed

triangle in her loins, the pink gash of her open pussy folds staring

right back at him.

"Well," said Steve's long-haired mother-in-law saucily, her breasts

shivering, "Is that all you're going to do, Stevie, just stand there

staring? Aren't you going to be man enough to please your loving

mother-in-law?"

At that Steve felt all rational thinking swiftly leave him. He did want

to fuck his mother-in-law, and there would never be a better time for

it than this one. What could Jan possibly protest, after she had

admitted letting that dog fuck her, and he had seen her licking the

dog's balls with his own eyes?

"Thata boy, son," said Arnold Talbott, slapping him on the back as he

disrobed and his huge young cock swung outward, pointing straight at

his mother-in-law, and then Steve crawled up between her widely spread

legs and wormed his cock all the way up into her impatiently waiting

cunt, as Sarah clawed at him and screamed a series of obscenities that

had no beginning nor any ending.

And with that, Arnold Talbott was free to feast his eyes on his young

daughter's nudely exposed loveliness. He ripped the sheet savagely from

her naked body and jerked her towards him, fastening his mouth hungrily

on her large, firm breasts. "Relax, honey," he told her as she tried to

protest and fight him off, "you're going to learn to enjoy this."

And she did. Because before long, her cries of ecstasy as her father

fucked her flat on her back were matching those of her mother as Steve

fucked deeply and wildly into the voluptuous older woman. And then they

were ready for a lengthy, mind-bending orgy in which everything went.

They formed little quartets where Jan was sucking on her father's cock

while being fucked in the ass by her own young husband, with her mother

sucking on her tits or straddling Arnold with her cunt mashed wetly

down into his face as he licked her cunt to orgasm. Or Sarah would be

fucked backside and cuntside by the two men at the same time, with Rex

leaping up onto the bed so that she could suck off the darling dog's

again lust-hardened cock. Before very long both Jan and Steve had gone

out of their minds with the sweet ecstasy of learning all the many

different mouth-sex connections there could be in the world, and the

strength of their marriage solidified, that night, through the

comprehension that there were other ways of satisfying one's sexual and

psychological needs beyond merely sleeping only with one's own spouse.

So that two weeks later, when Marge Levitt had returned from vacation

and taken Rex back with her next door, it surprised neither of the men

when Jan and Sarah demanded money of them in order to go out and buy

the pups that Rex had sired down the block.

Because little dogs grew up very fast, and who knew that before very

long the pitter-patter of tiny feet around the Winslow-Talbott

household would become the thump and bounce of large, powerful German

shepherds jumping onto big round beds and fucking the hell out of both

women in the house. Because one good turn deserved another.

And a small suburban household had found its way to incestuous,

animalistic swapping happiness ... with mother and daughter marching

into the bright sexual sunlight, their happy arms around each other's

waists in an eternal bond of love and mutual admiration ...

The End