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Animal Urge
by Carlotta Graham (address withheld)
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A pretty young wife is buffeted by forces beyond her
control, by both man and beast. (MF, F/dog, wife, nc,
rp, mast)
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Chapter 1
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The Oak Tree estate and grounds were as typically
lovely and idyllic as ever in their late summer garb of
fading green meadows and mellow, wilting flowers. The
undergrowth of the heavily-wooded area was dark with
knobbed shrubs and the oldest trees stood gnarled and
sprawling, like old men colored brown with age.
Glistening dew drops of rain splashed down on the
leaves and dribbled earthward through the thick
networks of foliage, finally to fall on the rich black
soil below. And yet, strangely enough, the sky was a
bright clear blue that seemed somehow separate from the
woods, which languished obediently under the inexorable
rules of the season's end.
The Hartley home, a large rustic house with an ample
amount of partially-cleared acreage surrounding it,
nestled cozily in a small shallow valley running on a
rocky irregular level between two gently sloping ridges
on either side. Behind the house, off to the right and
slightly downwind, there was a spacious modern dog
kennel with half a dozen central shelters and a maze of
long fenced runs in which a number of handsome German
Shepherds, of varying sizes, ages and colors, could be
seen either dozing quietly or pacing nervously to and
fro, whining and occasionally barking at some barely
perceptible movement in the nearby underbrush.
In one of the longest runs, an immense black-and-fawn-
colored male stood by himself, completely motionless
and at the alert, as he stared upwards at a tiny rag of
grey sky that was framed overhead by a small circle of
evergreen branches. The imposing thoroughbred dog gazed
longingly, almost defiantly, at a bird flying in a
cramped orbit far above the treetops, its spread wings
catching flashes of yellow and silver light from the
sun.
The bird drifted around and around, seemingly fixed to
some invisible track in the air. After a while, the
magnificent German Shepherd's strong legs began to
tremble, his massive muscular body tense and straining
with his natural instinct to somehow, impossibly, snag
the feathered creature from the safety of its lofty
circling and destroy it with one crushing swipe of his
forepaw.
"Jesus, look at Wolf out there. The bastard looks
better than ever," Bill Hartley enthused proudly as he
stood gazing out the living room window at the kennels.
The good-looking twenty- four-year-old young man did
not wait for his young wife's reply and added, "If I'm
lucky enough to buy Pete Sangler's prize bitch up in
New Hampshire, just think what a beautiful litter she
and Wolf will produce. We'll make a goddamned fortune
out of the pups!"
Diane Hartley, his wife, an extremely pretty twenty-
one-year-old blonde, sat in haughty silence across the
room, sipping daintily from her whiskey sour cocktail
as she fought down the impulse to say what was really
on her mind. She resented the fact that she would be
left alone again while Bill was off on another of his
frequent business trips, selling some of their own
valuable dogs and negotiating for new championship
breeders to upgrade their stock at Oak Tree.
As usual, she would be left in charge of running the
kennels by herself, a demanding responsibility that
both intimidated and frightened her. God knows, the
voluptuous young blonde thought bitterly to herself,
her wealthy aristocratic parents had socially-groomed
and educated her for far more important things than
playing hostess to three dozen hairy brutes, no matter
how valuable and expensive they were, while her
thoughtless husband deserted her for days... sometimes
weeks... at a time.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked suddenly,
interrupting her thoughts. "Now don't tell me you're
going to start complaining again just because I've got
to make a business trip."
"Oh no, not really," the satin-skinned blonde answered
in a sulky, slightly hurt voice, her full lower lip
pouting out to give her the appearance of a beautiful
little girl who has been unfairly treated. "It's just
that... well, we've only been married for eight months,
and you've been gone almost half of that time, while I
stay home and take care of the dogs... You know they
frighten me."
"But honey, dogs are our living... a damned good
living, too... and someone has to handle the business
end of things," the handsome dark-haired husband
protested, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of
helplessness. "I've got to travel and visit other
breeders. We're in a highly competitive business and
need the best dogs available to keep our line where it
is--at the top."
"Yes, Bill, I know, but..."
"And that means scouting around," he continued,
ignoring her attempted objection. "Unless, of course,
you'd rather we just sat back and lived off your
parents, always dependent upon them and without any
real say about our own lives."
"No, darling, I-I didn't mean that at all," Diane
assured him weakly, hating herself as she felt the last
of her self- righteous indigence fade away in the fact
of his solid common sense and logic. Despite how lonely
and deprived she always felt when he was gone, she
could think of no effective way to communicate her
feelings to him about the task of caring for the dogs
and the sense of loss she experienced as a young bride
when he was not home with her. As conscious as she was
of her social background and upbringing, it was true
that she also wanted independence, not to be enslaved
by the large sums of money her mother and father would
gladly give them if only they would abide with the
older couple's wishes. The exquisite blue-eyed girl
felt her irritation waver and finally topple over
altogether as she faltered helplessly in her own rising
sense of shame and guilt.
She felt a flood of relief as he crossed the room to
where she sat on the plush sofa and eased himself down
beside her, his brawny right arm automatically
encircling her shoulders, enfolding her. She dropped
her head against his firm chest, her breath quavering
as he drew her closer against him, his warmth mingling
with hers. Gently he rubbed up and down along her bare
arms, craning his head forward to nibble softly with
his lips at her slender neck and sensitive left ear
lobe.
"Ummmm, you certainly feel nice," he whispered hotly
into the tender tingling flesh of her ear, sensing her
anger and resistance flow away to nothing as he touched
her with his breath. The light fluttery warmth relaxed
and yet exhilarated her, causing a maddeningly light
throb of anticipation in Diane's loins and at the
small, bud-like tips of her full breasts. Without
thinking, she began to rotate her rounded flaring hip
against her husband's sinewy male flank, pressing the
softness of her still-clad flesh against him.
"You feel nice, too," she purred, wiggling even closer
to him on the sofa.
"You know, I've got to leave in less than an hour,"
Bill reminded her huskily. "Maybe we ought to use the
time for action instead of words." Feeling herself
slipping further into the intoxicating warmth of his
touch, she nodded her head in wordless agreement and
ran her fingertips tremblingly across his cheek, her
long red nails tracing the distinctive contours of his
strong masculine face. In a corner of her passion-
dimmed mind, she could hear the tempo of the falling
rain increase, the drops now pattering on the roof and
in the trees with a steady staccato sound that seemed
to match the pulsing beat of her blood. Suddenly, she
felt him shift beside her and ease himself off the
couch and down to his knees on the floor. He knelt
forward then and caught her long smooth legs, his palms
eagerly clamping against the soft insides of her thighs
as she giggled and struggled halfheartedly in an
attempt to free herself. She could see him hunched down
on his knees between her open legs, grinning up at her
through the deep valley of her upstanding breasts like
a conquering warrior about to partake of a feast as he
pressed outwards against her with his hands.
Slowly, he reached up under her short skirt and hooked
his fingers into the elastic waist-band of her silk
white panties, tugging gently downwards on the flimsy
garment until the sheer, flimsy material slipped softly
over her slightly-lifted buttocks and down over her
shapely, well-tapered legs. The pink moist flesh of her
naked vagina was presented up to his searching eyes in
an almost lewd, sexually inciting position of
sacrifice. She lay back against the cushions of the
couch and reveled for a moment in the delicious languor
of her young husband's exciting touch.
She watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in rapt
anticipation of the ravishment about to take place. He
moved closer, placing his thumbs on the soft fleshy
edges of her cunt. With a deliberately slow, torturing
outward movement, he pressed the blonde hair-lined lips
of her pussy apart and pressed his mouth forward
against it, his long slippery tongue darting snake-
like into the throbbing warmth of the smooth inner
walls.
Her tummy twitched and she felt a convulsive spasm of
delight course up and down her spine as he began to
suck slowly, teasingly, at first, nibbling at her erect
clitoris with the sharp tips of his teeth. It was
almost more than she could bear. Despite the thought
that what he was doing to her down between her legs
with his tongue was shameful and obscene, her nerves
were ablaze with rising lust and she made no effort to
prevent him from continuing to lick her there and give
her this exquisite pleasure.
"God, it's too bad we can't manufacture and sell this
feeling," Bill rasped as he pulled back from her naked
loins a few inches. "Hell, we could make a mint."
His crude words sent a sudden jolt of alarm through
her, one that gradually changed into a heavy sinking
weight of depression. The stiff arch of excitement in
her spine gave way and she collapsed back on the couch
cushions as though in defeat. It was the same as
always, the same thrill-shattering attitude he had had
towards their sex-life since they had been married.
Like everything else, he looked upon sex as a kind of
commodity, something that could be used and sold, as
though their deepest, most intimate emotions were mere
products that might be turned into profit.
She realized that it was important to Bill, as well as
to herself, to be self-sustaining and not to have to
rely on the money and advice of others in order to
succeed as a newly- married couple. But God, he carried
it too far! Sometimes she thought she would go crazy
with self-doubt and frustration as a result of their
crippled sexual relationship. Not that she wanted him
to make love to her constantly -- nothing like that --
but she desperately needed to believe that he desired
her as a woman more than just a vehicle through which
he could prove his personal sense of worth and his
ability to succeed. After all, she mused inwardly, she
was a woman, a wife, and deserved to be treated with
consideration just as much as he thought he deserved to
be respected as a capable man.
He seemed oblivious to her lack of response and
continued to nuzzle his face between her tantalizing
loins. She groaned suddenly, watching with fascination
as his head bobbed hungrily back and forth down between
her thighs with the effort of his assault. She
whimpered involuntarily and threw back her head on the
top of the sofa, her hands clutching unashamedly at his
face to pull him tighter against her now hotly
squirming cunt as the lewd wet sucking noises of his
tongue swirling deep in her vagina filled her ears.
As if sensing her sudden unwilling submission, Bill
reached up and placed both of his hands over the front
of her soft woolen sweater, cupping his work-calloused
fingers around the roundly rising mounds of her
heaving, nipple-hardened breasts, while with his wide
shoulders and brawny upper arms, he forced her
delectably-shaped legs even further apart. As his mouth
and tongue worked hungrily in bestial subjugation of
the throbbing wet moistness of her widely flowering
vagina, his excitedly bulging eyes remained open,
ogling with vulgar excitement the impassioned
contortions of her lovely young face.
"Come on, honey, make it good," he grunted
encouragingly from between her splayed-open loins as he
kneaded lustfully at her heavily palpitating breasts
through her clothing. "When you cum, pretend we're
getting a dollar for each little tingle."
With a tiny guttural cry, Diane involuntarily ground
her ivory-like hips forward against his face, burying
his hotly flicking tongue all the way to the roots
again as he renewed his lewd attack up between her open
thighs. She was powerless now to struggle anymore
against the unrelenting wonderful thrill that rocked
her very soul, even though she felt a simultaneous
quivering of distaste at the lewd, inconsiderate
meaning of the words he had just uttered. A wildly
rising erotic fire replaced her sense of revulsion and
wounded dignity... replaced everything. Seldom in their
still-new marriage had she ever so quickly felt so
utterly wanton with him, so wild to be shamelessly and
deeply satisfied.
"How many dollars have you got now, honey?" he asked
abruptly, once again pulling away his pussy-moistened
mouth to grin lewdly up at her. "Would you like to earn
more?"
"Ohhh, yessssss, Bill," she crooned responsively,
hardly conscious of what she was saying. Spreading her
long legs wider and wider to give him greater access to
her cuntal crevice, she begged without thought of
shame. "Hurry, darling, hurry. Kiss me... kiss me down
there. Faster! Oh, God, I'm almost there!"
Every young muscle the silken-haired girl possessed was
alerted as she strained her naked, creamy-white
buttocks upward towards the exciting red probe swirling
deeply and wetly up between her legs. Her up-drawn
thighs opened and closed tightly around the tormenting
face that was sucking and licking gluttonously at her
eagerly responding cunt. She kicked her heels hard
against his back, spurring him on to suck her harder,
harder, until a loud rushing sound rose to fill her
ears, a great resounding and echoing torrent of sound.
The tensed cords of her long graceful neck stood out
under her golden skin as she pulled with all her
strength against the tangled dark hair of her husband's
head.
"Oh, darling, I'm almost ready to cum! Don't stop
licking me, please!" she pleaded. At that moment, just
as the hot sweet flow of emotion and sensual
abandonment was nearing its crest, she saw a self-
satisfied, smirking grin light his face, the very same
expression that he often wore after closing a
particularly profitable deal for one of his prize
German Shepherd pups.
"Cum, baby, cum a million dollars worth," he urged with
a gloating smile.
Suddenly her excitedly writhing body switched off
automatically as though someone had pushed a button in
the center of her aroused senses. She was
instantaneously swamped with a feeling of loathing at
the idea that her handsome young husband, kneeling with
his face buried between her wide-split legs, could
actually have said something so horribly insensitive,
like comparing her own blissful orgasm, so near now, to
the filthy thought of dollars that seemed to preside
over their life together. Was nothing sacred in their
marriage, she wondered bitterly, afraid that she
already knew the answer. She was beginning to suspect
that Bill, her own husband, was more attached to his
stupid account books than to his wife.
"Oh, Bill, stop it, stop it right now!" she sobbed,
fighting to loosen his fierce grip on her still
brassiere-clad breasts and squirm away from him. "How
can you be so revolting? How can you be mean enough to
say something like that? Don't you love me at all?...
Or do you want to get paid for that too?"
"Aw, I was only kidding, honey. Come on now, don't be
such a baby," he said between breaths in an irritated
tone of voice, struggling to spread wider her now
tightly-clenched thighs and continue his lurid tonguing
of her still visibly throbbing vagina. Then, mustering
all of her female strength, she jerked violently away
from him and rose to stumble to the other side of the
room, trembling from head to foot with rage as she
pushed her rumpled skirt back down over her whitely
exposed hips.
Bill remained a few moments longer in his kneeling
position on the floor, then sighed heavily and climbed
up to seat himself in the place on the couch that she
had vacated. He stared wordlessly down at his trousers
where, beneath a dark wet stain of seminal fluid, his
erect penis was rapidly deflating, finally curling up
limply in his trouser crotch like a small wounded
creature. After what seemed an eternity, he raised his
head and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing
and lowered his eyes again in an attitude of distant
thought.
From where she stood stiffly near the far wall of the
living room, staring out miserably at the steady autumn
drizzle outside, Diane began to feel the first
stirrings of real guilt, and she imagined how painfully
humiliated Bill must feel after her indignant outburst
and the abrupt halt she had brought to their love-
making.
Despite the annoyance she had often felt at his coarse,
thoughtless comments during sex acts, she had never
actually dared to follow her immediate impulse and walk
away from him in plain disgust. But now that she had
done it, she felt her heart swell with pity for the
young, dark-haired man whom she really did love with
all her being. She ransacked her unsettled mind for
something comforting to say to him.
"I-I'm sorry, darling. I guess I'm just not in the
right mood today," she finally said, her honeyed voice
gently breaking the long embarrassing silence between
them. But he seemed not to hear her and continued to
peer down disconsolately between his legs, his gaze
fixed on something secret and known only to him. Then,
without warning, he straightened up with a wry, almost
sardonic smile illuminating his face.
"Now don't worry, Diane. After this trip, we'll have
enough money to buy you a big bed with velvet draperies
and gold tassels on it, whatever it is that royalty
like you and your family need to sleep on .. Maybe
then, you'll feel better about my terrible
preoccupation with dirty, disgusting money. Who knows,"
he went on dryly, "you might finally turn into a decent
fuck for your husband, despite yourself."
"Oh, Bill!" she cried out in disbelief, shocked by his
lewdly cruel comment. Refusing to acknowledge his
sadistic sarcasm further, she turned quickly away and
stomped off toward their bedroom. As she slammed shut
the door, and leaned her un-sated young body back
against it, she heard him call out in a contemptuous
voice:
"Could you please stir your aristocratic little tail
long enough to hand out my suitcase before you lock
yourself in? I've still got a business trip to make--if
you don't mind too much."
Chapter 2
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The next day dawned cool and misty but Diane found
herself humming a little tune and smiling, almost in
spite of herself, as she moved slowly from pen to pen
of the kennel in the early morning dampness, feeding
the hungry German Shepherds and cleaning out their
living quarters. Just as always, after Bill had left on
a business trip, she felt her innate resentment toward
the big, thoroughbred dogs fading away in the face of
their obvious delight in her presence around them.
"It's not your fault, Sissy," she murmured warmly to a
large gold and white bitch who was devotedly licking
her hand as she scooped out a generous ration of dog
meal into one of the many long feed troughs. "You poor
dumb animals don't even realize that you're coming
between Bill and me. Oh, God, I sometimes wish you'd
manage somehow to dig under the fence and just run
away-- every last one of you beautiful brutes."
With a resigned sigh and a shrug, Diane rose to her
feet again and picked up the heavy bag of meal,
slipping out of the wire gate to the bitch's kennel and
moving toward the one dog that was left to feed. Wolf,
the son of one of the three finest German Shepherd
champions in the country, lived in solitary comfort
with the biggest shelter and the longest run of the
yard to accommodate his sleek, powerful body's need for
exercise. Except at mating time, he was seldom allowed
to run with the other animals for fear that some mishap
might mar the dog's perfect lines, lines that had
proved to be worth almost as much in dog show prizes as
in stud fees. Wolf was her husband's pride and joy. For
that reason, she thought quizzically, Diane could never
quite sort out her feelings about the monstrous black
and tan beast.
Pulling her trench-coat more snugly around her against
the sharp damp chill of the sunless morning, she stared
inside the wire-fence enclosure for some sign of the
magnificent brute. Like the true aristocrat he was,
Wolf often slept later in the mornings than the other
dogs, and Bill had frequently warned her not to step
into the pen without first announcing her identity to
the dog.
It was dangerous to surprise him in his sleep because,
as her husband had often warned her, his instincts were
to attack a stranger, and besides, the dogs were always
a little crazy when the bitches were in heat, such as
some of them were now. It was several young bitches
this time, ones that they had raised from puppies, so
they would have to wait one more season before they
could be mated. But the worried young dogs did not know
that, and neither did the anxious males who had yelped
and howled all last night against the fences that
separated them from their breeding partners.
Wolf too must have worn himself out with his anguished
cries of frustration last night, Diane decided as she
reached his compound and saw no sign of him. Letting
the heavy bag of dog food rest against her shapely sun-
bronzed calf, she reached out and lightly shook the
wire gate.
"Wolf. Wolf," she called timidly, preparing herself for
the sudden explosion of growling and snapping that
always came if he was awakened too quickly. "Wake up,
boy. I've got your breakfast."
She could hear nothing over the noise of the other dogs
yapping and rough-housing with each other and, half-
fearful of the eruption of fierceness she expected at
any moment, Diane pressed her young curvaceous body up
tighter to the fence and summoned him more loudly:
"Wolf, come on out here, boy! Wolf!"
From the inside of his wooden kennel, she thought she
heard a low whining, and suddenly fearful, she
unlatched the gate and slipped inside, dragging the
food bag along behind her before she closed it again.
Deliberately walking heavily on the hard-packed earth
beneath her shoes, she stepped inside the dog's shelter
and gasped with dismay as she saw him curled up on the
floor, his great hairy back toward her as he licked
frantically at his lower mid-section.
"Wolf, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?"
she gasped aloud, alarmed. She took another tentative
step forward to see what was wrong with the valuable
beast. At the slight movement and the sound of her
fresh young voice, the massive creature became aware of
her presence in his kennel for the first time and with
a menacing growl, he sprang to his feet, whirling
around to face her. The girl's breath caught sharply in
her throat and she froze involuntarily on the spot as
she suddenly saw the real reason for the dog's
preoccupation with his lower body.
The mammoth dog's long scarlet penis was glistening
wetly as it stood out in full view beneath the hairy
curve of his belly, thrusting excitedly in and out of
its thick furry sheath, the heavily tapered cock-tip
dancing obscenely in the air. My God, she exclaimed
inwardly, he had what looked like an almost full
erection!
Wolf's bushy tail started to switch rapidly back and
forth over his hindquarters, showing his undisguised
delight as soon as he recognized the human intruder in
his pen, but the expression of pure, unadulterated fear
did not leave Diane's face even at his obvious change
of attitude. Her sky-blue eyes were wide and round with
shock and disbelief as she gazed helplessly at the
almost obscene spectacle before her.
In the months that she and Bill had owned the kennel,
buying and selling and caring for the purebred dogs,
the beautiful blonde young woman had sometimes seen
such things, but it had always been from the safety of
outside the fence -- and always a smaller, less
imposing animal had been involved.
Now, not even four feet away from the sexually excited
beast, she stood staring, transfixed, barely able to
believe the shocking size of the dog's fully-aroused
sex organ. On a man, perhaps its hefty thickness and
length would seem normal, or even maybe a little larger
than normal, but to see this long scarlet shaft on a
dog, a savage hot-blooded animal who probably weighed
more than she did, filled her with a quivering dread
that she could barely control.
"Lie down, Wolf," she commanded shakily, trying to keep
her mounting sense of fear out of her voice. She knew
that dogs were able to detect fright in human beings
and with a great effort of will, she forced herself to
turn her back on the tense-muscled animal and walk
slowly out into the center of his run. With trembling
fingers, she tore open the top of the feed bag and bent
down to hurriedly scoop out a large portion of the rich
meal into his food tray.
Steeling herself, she resisted the impulse to look back
at the dog, and by the time she had filled the tray,
she knew that Wolf had obeyed her and remained inside
his shelter. Her feeling of apprehension gradually
faded to relief as she realized that what she had seen
was not really so extraordinary. After all, there were
several young bitches in heat in nearby pens, and most
of the other male dogs had been behaving a little
strangely that morning anyway. No, she told herself,
her fear had been completely unjustified, the same kind
of selfish hysteria that Bill had often accused her of.
As she closed the feed bag again, she calmly resolved
to take a firm hold of herself or she would never be
able to make it through three more days alone with the
dogs. Even so, before she mustered up enough courage to
call Wolf out of his house for the bit of affection
that was as much a part of the daily schedule at the
Hartley Kennels as was the carefully-chosen food, she
cautiously unlatched the gate for a hasty exit if
necessary.
At the sound of her voice, the huge, beautifully-formed
dog came bounding happily out the door of his shelter.
In the split second before he jumped playfully up on
her, pinning her with his weight against the wire
fence, Diane saw thankfully that his huge penis had
withdrawn and disappeared back inside the hairy sheath
beneath his loins. She laughed openly and tousled his
silky dark ruff as he licked joyfully at her face and
long smooth neck. She was still a bit anxious around
him but could not help but admire his raw animal
magnificence. Standing up on his hind feet, he was
strikingly large and feral, exciting.
His chest was as broad as a young boy's, and she
allowed her eyes to roam from its huskiness down along
his fawn-colored belly to the ominous sheath aiming up
between his powerful hindquarters. For some reason, the
dog's flesh-encased sex organ reminded her of the sight
of male penises, ones belonging to the boys she had
dated before Bill in college. She remembered how they
had jutted up under their trousers during seemingly
innocent petting sessions in parked cars--and she also
remembered that she had been mysteriously excited. The
handsome German Shepherd's ensheathed maleness now had
the same alarming fascination about it, like some
mighty hidden masculine strength that was threatening
and yet oddly thrilling as well.
Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she quickly
raised her eyes and stood there in confusion for
another long moment, wondering if the dog understood
her thoughts. What if, somehow, he knew how intrigued
she was by her view of his heavy, animal sperm-filled
testicles swaying softly down between his back legs?
It was not until she escaped his playful caresses a few
minutes later and slipped regretfully out of his run to
carry the meal sack back to the store shed, that she
felt something wet dribbling down over her ankle from
the calf, something lukewarm in the chill, damp air.
Unconcerned, she did not even look down to see what it
was until she had placed the heavy bag in the storage
building and was walking back across the yard toward
the house. Glancing casually down at the drying
moistness on the naked skin of her leg, she felt a cold
shiver run through her and had to fight to suppress the
surge of nausea building up in her stomach.
God, the dog had done something unspeakable during
those last few minutes she had spent with him!
She crouched down immediately and plucked a handful of
the dew-soaked grass that grew just outside the house,
struggling against the revulsion rising in her as she
scrubbed frantically at the long white streaks on her
calf and ankle. She knew instinctively that the
enormous champion dog had somehow managed to leave the
stain of his animal lust on her human body and the
thought sent strange tremors of sensation racing
through her mind.
To make matters worse, the bunch of wet grass did
nothing more than spread the thick cream-like wetness
over her soft skin more widely. With sudden tears of
frustration running down her face, she tossed aside the
useless grass and raced into the house, heading toward
the bedroom where at last she threw herself down on the
bed and shook with the half-angry, half-shameful sobs
that wracked her whole body.
It was all Bill's fault, she raged to herself, her
nerves smarting with indignation. After the carefully-
sheltered life she had led, including expensive
boarding schools and cultured society, how on earth
could he expect her to be able to cope with these
obscene animals of his? It was one thing to talk of
raising puppies, as they had when they were still in
college, but an entirely different thing when it came
to enduring the disgusting experience she had suffered
only a few minutes ago.
Even imagining how the hulking animal's shining red
penis must have silently slipped out of its sheath to
rub against the unprotected flesh of her naked leg made
her quake anew as uncontrollable waves of emotion
rippled continuously through her curvaceous young body
huddled on the still-unmade bed. The memory of Wolf's
dark powerful flanks as they had appeared that morning
when he had risen to greet her in his kennel, and the
thick pointed rod of flesh that had jabbed lewdly into
the air beneath his furry belly, was stamped indelibly
into her mind and she cringed into the sheets, trying
to erase the appalling vision from her brain.
Then, as she struggled with her shock and hysteria,
Diane unthinkingly placed her hand inside her coat to
warmly cover her own full breast, a gesture that had
often brought her comfort during the days when she was
alone in boarding school, far from the security of her
home and parents. It was a childish comfort left over
from her life before she had met Bill and learned that
there was more solace to be found in the touch of a
man's hand than her own, but even now her agitated
body's reaction to the innocent touch was anything but
child-like.
An insistent ache suddenly rose deep in her belly, and
she was instantly aware of her own soft white limbs,
her curved hips and taut buttocks pressing down into
the mattress through the fabric of her light coat and
cotton dress, her high proud breasts jutting out
against the tight confinement of her lacy white
brassiere. It took her another moment to wholly
understand the fact that she was strangely aroused and
the trembling in her body was of excitement and
passion, not of shame and anger.
For a panicky moment, Diane scoured her brain for some
justification of the unbelievable thing that was
happening to her mentally-unprepared body, and she
quickly remembered the unsatisfactory love-making
session that she had shared with Bill the afternoon
before. Of course, that was it, she mused with a
breathless surge of relief. Her young husband had
aroused her and had then left callously on his business
trip while, by her own choice, she had still been
locked up in their bedroom, fuming over his cruel
sarcasm. It was no wonder that she was aroused this
morning, she nervously rationalized to herself.
Obviously it was all a result of that disastrous
experience yesterday afternoon...
As her slender hands began to roam restlessly over her
own warm curving body, she resentfully recalled how
loving and considerate Bill used to be when he made
love to her--but that was before they had gotten the
loan from the bank to buy the kennels! Now, everything
in their existence, even their most private sex life,
seemed to revolve around those stupid barking animals
outside the house.
Though she hated to think about it, the newly married
young woman had been learning, little by little, to
resort more and more often to her own devices to
satisfy the natural yearning that always seemed to well
up in her body just at a time when her husband was
simply too involved in taking care of his dogs to pay
much attention to her.
But it did not really matter right now. Paramount in
her thoughts were the insistent demands of her sex-
starved body, the sharp tingling feeling down between
her tightly-clenched thighs. Casting all of her natural
inhibitions aside, Diane began to knead her ripely
throbbing breasts, pinching the soft pliant nipples
into rubbery hardness under her blouse. Then, with a
soft, impatient moan, she rose from the bed and began
at once to take off her clothes.
In another moment, she stood completely naked in front
of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, gazing
questioningly at her voluptuous, exquisitely formed
body. At least, Bill had never been able to complain
about the way she looked, the golden-haired girl
breathed heavily as she eyed herself approvingly.
Flaxen blonde and perfectly proportioned, Diane had
long ago grown accustomed to the fact that men
automatically thought of sex when they first met her
and, to tell the truth, she suspected that her
classically beautiful face and desirable body had first
attracted Bill to her in college. It had not mattered
then, for they had fallen rapidly in love with each
other, but now she almost wished that Bill felt a bit
more of that electric sexual excitement that had caused
their first quarrels when she was still a frightened
young virgin.
Now that they were married and Diane had learned some
of the exciting delights of physical love, she wondered
if perhaps something about her had changed to make him
so cold and uncaring. Her worried gaze traveled over
her lush young breasts standing firm and high above a
waspish hour-glass waist, her full rounded buttocks
topping the long sun-golden columns of her perfectly
tapered legs. No, there was nothing wrong with her
body, she finally decided, and certainly her face with
its wide blue eyes and sensuously pouting lips was just
as pretty as it ever was. What more could Bill want?
Well, she didn't know, she shrugged, and she did not
feel like worrying about it right now. Slowly, she
placed her palms under her full, milk-white breasts and
lifted them slightly until they hardened out in full
bloom. She held the softly pulsating nipples between
her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them gently into
erection, a little moan of excitement in her throat.
Her left hand began to slide down along her awakening
body, down to the flat plane of her sides and across
her stomach to rest on her pale blonde pubic mound,
pausing there to rub sensuously back and forth over the
silky softness of the curling blonde strands of vaginal
hair. She could feel the wetness flowing down out of
her strangely inflamed pussy on the insides of her
smooth ivory thighs, a moisture that was flowing freely
now as she edged back to sit down on the bed.
Complete surrender to the warm sexual need building
inside her showed in her passion-glazed eyes as her
naked buttocks twisted tensely on the mattress,
writhing there until she could feel the crisp sheets
brush thrillingly against the tender swelling of her
cuntal lips. Her long beautiful legs scissored open and
closed slowly as she teased herself with the rhythmic
pressure of the bedclothes against her tingling
clitoris. Her breath quickened and the passionate force
of her yearning grew stronger in her hungry loins.
Diane was astounded that she could feel so thoroughly
aroused after the disgusting thing that had happened to
her this morning but the slight shame she felt only
stimulated her all the more. Her lipstick-circled mouth
opened in sensual rapture as both of her hands teased
lightly over her body as if no longer under her
control, floating over her soft sleek belly, then
coming to rest once again on the golden vee at the
entranceway to her burning loins.
Groaning at the sudden contact of her fingers against
her sensitively pulsing clitoris, she spread her legs
far apart, exposing to the air the glistening hair-
lined furrow nestling between them. Her trembling
fingers slid down further on the soft swollen lips,
pulling them gently outward until the deep pink opening
was fully exposed to the open room and the mouth-like
orifice throbbed and sucked greedily inward like the
mouth of a gulping fish.
Slowly and tenderly, she wormed her slim middle finger
into the moist pulsating hole and forced it downward
until it was deeply embedded in the tight smooth
passageway, while at the same time she flicked at her
throbbing bud-like clitoris with the middle finger of
the other hand. Afraid to pause as her excitement
soared higher, Diane quickly worked in another finger
alongside the first, sliding it into herself between
the crimson- colored ridges of her desire-drenched
cunt, pushing the soft hair-fringed lips outward as she
rotated the two fingers in a slow, ever-widening
circle.
Incoherent images of her husband fucking into her with
his long, lance-like cock flashed through her mind and
in a frenzy of lust, she levered her legs far back up
against her naked breasts and ground her buttocks
upwards to meet each penetrating stroke of her fingers.
Her face contorted strangely with the soul-jarring
effort of her frantic fingering of her open vagina.
It was not enough!
Clenching her teeth tightly together, she squirmed even
another finger into her ravenously hungry pussy as it
contracted spasmodically around the instruments she was
using to give herself pleasure. Deep moans of animal
ecstasy issued from her graceful young throat as her
loins started a hungry, more rapid fucking rhythm,
straining toward a wild blissful orgasm, thrusting
upward into herself to bury the invading fingers deep
into the tight pink opening between her wide-spread
thighs. Her blonde flowing hair rippled sensuously
around her rising and falling head as she groaned out
in helpless frustration, trying more and more
desperately to bring herself to the much-needed
pinnacle her body desired.
Suddenly a loud whine seemed to answer her own frantic
cries. It was a high-pitched sound from outside the
house. Then another howling whine broke through the
stillness, and another. She ceased her abandoned
movements for a moment, her fingers still buried deep
inside her hotly aching cunt, and she raised her head
to listen in surprised wonder.
From behind the house, she could hear several of the
dogs whimpering and yapping, and above it all, came the
deeper, huskier timbre of Wolf's voice howling
mournfully from his private kennel. She knew that the
dogs were only crying because of their yearning to be
with the young bitches in heat but she could not
discard the strange feeling that somehow the males were
answering her own moans of sexual frustration. In her
mind, the nakedly squirming young woman pictured Wolf
as she had found him that morning, his strong animal
body curled up on the floor of his shelter as he licked
his naked unsheathed cock with his long slavering
tongue.
The great dog, Wolf, seemed to understand the way she
felt, the young beauty reasoned vaguely as her long
delicate fingers began to twitch again inside the wet,
impatiently throbbing walls of her pussy. She thought
of the handsome animal that was trapped out there in
his locked kennel, his primitive instincts all
straining toward the tantalizing scent of the lusting
young female bitches in heat that he would not mate
with for at least another season.
Like him, she was also trapped, a virtual captive in
her own house, with a thoughtless husband who seemed to
care nothing about his own wife's needs. Secluded as
she was this way in the lonely Oak Tree region, she
might as well be a sour old widow or a crotchety
spinster who has given up on the notion of ever
fulfilling her natural female desires. Then, a peculiar
thought crossed her mind: If only she too could be a
wild bitch in heat just this one morning and join the
great champion in his pen, maybe they could both be
satisfied. The idea caused an embittered but wicked
little smile to twist her pretty mouth.
Suddenly, as her wet fingers pushed in and out of her
burning vaginal channel, Diane's cheeks flushed a deep
rose color and she felt the long-awaited orgasm
approaching, building inexorably with an almost
paralyzing force in her hotly squirming belly and in
the tortured nerves of her loins. She was teetering on
the delicate brink of orgasmic release, her entire
youthful body vibrating with maddening expectation.
Then, at last, the dam of her passion spilled over the
edge, the hot female juices rushing out of her wide-
stretched vaginal lips and around her rhythmically
fucking fingers and running down between her hotly
quivering thighs onto the sheets beneath her. Her mind
whirled crazily and blacked out as the storm of her
cumming shocked her system for an endless moment, her
throbbing cunt clasping spastically around the fingers
inside her that she was using as a pitiful substitute
for a hardened male penis.
"Oooooh, God, moooorrrre," she gasped deliriously, her
voice crying out and bouncing off the walls of the
bedroom, signaling the intense moment of sensuality she
was feeling throughout her whole naked being. But
gradually the waves of pleasure dwindled, becoming
weaker and weaker, until finally she was afraid they
were over altogether. The passion-crazed girl wanted
more, the real thing, and she stayed glued to the edge
of the mattress, her long, sensuously shaped legs bent
back crab-like up against her huge billowing breasts.
She could not bring herself to withdraw her submerged
fingers from the hot wet passage between her upraised
thighs until the last dying spasms of orgasm had almost
completely stopped in her still-unfulfilled body.
Finally, when the frenzy of the half-satisfying sexual
bliss had died away completely, she felt a brief flurry
of anger and removed her hand from between her moist
thighs, her fingers slithering wetly from her
partially-satiated cunt. She lowered herself back until
she lay stretched full-length on the rumpled bed and
felt her own cum stain cooling where her buttocks
pressed against it.
When she had regained her breath a little, she rolled
limply over on her side and thought about what she had
just done. Every time she had fingered herself since
her marriage to Bill, she had always felt a nagging
sense of guilt, for she realized that it was shameful
and unfair to him to give in to her self-indulgent
desires this way. She chastised herself now, feeling
guilty and ashamed, until suddenly she remembered the
true reason that she had allowed herself to behave so
disgracefully this morning.
After all, she decided, it was just as much his fault
as hers that she had to resort to such humiliating acts
to quell the sex drives that sometimes overwhelmed even
her normally proper conduct as a decent and respectable
young lady. It was not as though she were some kind of
sex freak but only that, just like anyone else, she
needed to feel loved and desired as a person.
After a few minutes, she raised herself a bit
unsteadily from the bed and pulled at the cum-moistened
sheets to remove them. When they came free, she dropped
them in a heap on the floor, pausing then to notice
again the now-dry white crust of the great dog, Wolf's,
sperm on the lower part of her leg. She felt her
earlier revulsion return for a moment but defiantly
shrugged it away. Actually the huge dog had done
nothing more immoral than she had done herself right
here on the bed, the very bed that she shared with her
inconsiderate husband. And Wolf, lusty dumb animal that
he was, had every bit as much right to a periodic lack
of self-control as she did.
Chapter 3
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The next morning promised a pleasant warmth later in
the day. As she stood peering out the kitchen window,
Diane could see that, although it was still slightly
overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through the
light blanket of mist over the trees. The woods were a
silvery shade of green and she was able to make out
several patches of new violet-blue flowers that had
blossomed open on the outer fringes of the garden at
the side of the house.
To add to the peaceful scene, there were perhaps a
dozen or so black and yellow songbirds flitting here
and there among the branches of the scrub pines just
beyond the clearing, warbling like feathered sopranos
in the overall symphony of color and sound outside. The
young blonde wife could not help but feel buoyant and
high-spirited, despite her distress of the day before,
and she actually looked forward to going outside to
feed and water the dogs.
After draining off the last of the lukewarm coffee
still in her cup, she started off toward the main
bedroom to change from her heavy yellow bathrobe into a
pair of jeans and a warm flannel shirt, but just then
the piercing howl of one of the German Shepherds set
off the rest of them. Within a minute, the lot of them
were barking and whining like a small army of banshees
and Diane became so rattled that she decided to attend
to them right away, without even bothering to dress
first.
She knew that they were complaining because it was
almost a half hour past their regular feeding time. She
had slept a little later than usual, as she sometimes
did when Bill was away on business, and the dogs always
let her know when she failed to conform to the
established schedule.
She hurriedly donned the pair of slippers she had
kicked off under the breakfast table while having her
first cup of black coffee and headed for the door at
the rear of the house.
As she descended the steps outside the living room, she
was surprised to find that the robe was warm enough to
protect her against the mild morning air, even though
she wore nothing at all under the garment. A few
moments later, she had fetched the weighty sack of dog
meal and was within twenty yards of the kennel when the
dogs heard her and renewed their ear-splitting din.
Even Wolf was awake and pacing back and forth in his
run, his louder barking seeming to lead the others on
to greater noisy impatience.
"All right, all right, I'm coming," the young flaxen-
haired woman muttered irritably under her breath as she
lugged the heavy sack across the yard toward the
kennels. In the clearing behind the house she saw the
dogs bounding about and prancing anxiously in their
exercise runs, pawing impatiently at the wire fences as
they watched her approach.
They were behaving as though they had not been fed in a
week, she thought crossly, as at the same time she
struggled to keep her robe closed and the dog meal from
spilling out of her arms. God, if they only knew about
all the dinners that she had prepared, ones that had
waited for hours on the table until they were cold,
while Bill was out here doctoring one of their running
noses--or whatever it was he did for so long in the
kennels--maybe they would not be so loud and demanding.
"Hush up, Daisy. Quiet now, Gypsy," Diane sternly
admonished two gangly half-grown bitches as she
approached their pen and unlatched the gate. They were
two of the ones who were in heat, two of the females
who had indirectly caused her distressing ordeal with
Wolf the day before. The flaxen-haired girl scowled
grouchily as she slipped through the barely-opened
screen-gate and quickly kicked it shut behind her.
Ignoring their enthusiastic licking and jostling, she
filled their trays with meal and walked back to the
gate. The two fledgling dogs were virtual balls of
energy but they soon forgot her presence as they went
to work on their breakfast. Watching them for a moment,
she felt her heart soften toward them in spite of the
rumbles of hunger in her own stomach. She knew that
these magnificent purebreds were altogether dependent
upon her while Bill was away and, ironically enough, it
made her feel rather maternal to realize it. She moved
hastily to let herself out and go on to the next
enclosure full of hungry animals.
Kennel by kennel, she filled the feed troughs and the
dogs quieted then as they heartily gulped down their
slightly tardy breakfast. Finally, only Wolf was left
to attend to. The irritation that she had felt a few
moments ago faded with the diminishing racket from the
other dogs as she stood watching Wolf's antics, smiling
to herself as he whined and scratched at the fence
enclosing his run.
"Don't worry, boy," she consoled in a light mocking
tone as she set the open feed bag to one side so that
she could pull open the latch to his pen. "Your royal
majesty's breakfast has arrived."
She giggled to herself at his unabashed delight to see
her as she picked up the meal sack and slipped
heedlessly into his compound. It made her feel warm and
good that the dogs depended so much on her and she
knelt down on the dirt floor, digging her fingers into
his thick ruff of sable fur and wrinkling her nose at
the sloppy licking kisses he planted on her face and
neck. She knew he must be hungry but when she tried to
rise and carry the feed bag over to his empty tray, he
pushed her imperiously back down to the ground on her
plush haunches with his hairy muzzle.
The beautiful girl experienced a brief flash of fear
but then smiled affectionately at what seemed to be the
grand champion's demand for more attention, reminding
herself that he was isolated and alone almost all the
time. She patted his stately head without fear,
dropping the burden of the sack in her arms to one side
as the giant German Shepherd's cold wet nose poked
boldly under the top of her robe and sniffed
interestedly at the full snowy mounds of her naked
breasts under the fluffy yellow material.
"Hey, boy, I think you've got me mixed up with one of
those hot-blooded young pups over in the other pen,"
she giggled with perceptibly strained gaiety, her
bright blue eyes widening with the beginning of alarm.
The forced laughter died in her now- exposed throat as
his massive head nuzzled further downward, nosing more
brazenly at her housecoat until the sash slipped loose
and the front of the garment fell open.
She was startled enough to utter a tiny cry of fear,
especially when the huge creature lowered his head even
further down and began to sniff daringly at the naked,
unprotected mound of her exposed vagina. This was not
right, was unnatural, she thought as she cowered and
tried to move away from his slavering mouth. Maybe it
was only the scent of the young bitches in heat, the
scent that had rubbed off on her when she was in their
pen, that attracted the big male brute to her in this
strange way. Whatever it was, she was afraid and wanted
to finish feeding him and get out of his pen as soon as
she possibly could.
"Back, boy! Get back!" she commanded with as much
authority as she could manage to fake under the
circumstances. Then, with one sudden movement, she made
a futile attempt to close her bathrobe and rise to her
feet but a low rumbling growl from Wolf caused her to
freeze in terror just as she got to her knees. Her
glazed blue eyes popped open wide in fearful surprise
and she pressed the back of her hand tightly over her
gaping mouth to keep from screaming out in the
stillness of the surrounding forest.
In her unreasoning dread, she thrust out the flats of
her palms in front of her in a vain effort to ward off
any attack upon her that the hulking German Shepherd
might make, but the miscalculated movement only made
her lose her balance. The frightened young blonde
toppled helplessly over to the ground on her side, her
long white legs sprawling out under her as the animal
growled ferociously, standing menacingly over her
prostrate form.
It was impossible for her to move without bringing
another threatening snarl from him. Her instinctive
fear of the dog had returned with such paralyzing force
that she knew now it was useless to make any attempt to
intimidate him into obedience with her feeble commands.
Just as he could sense her helpless panic, Diane could
sense his savage confidence growing stronger and
stronger as he hovered possessively over her
voluptuously young cringing body.
She tensed automatically, wincing throughout every pore
of her being, and whimpered as the black and tan dog
inched his great head forward and searched with his
dark spongy nose between her soft fleshy thighs,
nudging them further apart until the tender pink folds
of her hair-fringed pussy were open to the coolish
draft of the autumn air. She heard him begin to pant
excitedly, his thick cords of muscle quivering as the
full lust-inciting aroma of her female scent filled his
nostrils and ignited his interest in her nakedly spread
vagina even more. It was as though he had cornered a
bitch in heat, a beautiful, fully-aroused female whose
enticing aroma and smooth hairless skin maddened him to
unheard-of daring.
Without warning, his hot pink tongue snaked out and
began to lick wetly up and down the slightly moist slit
between her cream-white thighs, probing and swirling
eagerly at the inviting female odor of her defenseless
vagina. A bone- chilling shudder ran through her as the
long dripping animal tongue slaked hotly up and down on
her naked genitals, all the way from the top of her
naked young cunt to the tiny puckered ring of her anus
cringing below it. It was almost more than Diane's
tortured mind could bear as she lay frozen and helpless
under the huge dog's explorations of her sensitive
loins with his lapping canine spear of flesh.
"Oh, no, God, Wolf, stop, stop," she begged
tremulously, her panicky voice breaking into an uneven
wavering tone, but the enormous dog seemed not to hear
her despairing pleas and continued his efforts to
burrow his relentlessly flicking tongue up into her, to
find the vital source of the teasing sexual scent that
was crazing him. With a harsh forward thrust of his
head, he drove the helplessly writhing young woman down
flat on her back in the dirt and wedged his salivating
muzzle deeper into her trembling loins. For a moment,
the terrified girl tried weakly to twist away from the
stubborn attack but another sinister snarl from the
brute monster crouching over her vulnerable young body
made her collapse back to the ground.
His mercilessly spearing tongue ran searingly along the
full length of her narrow moist crevice again and
again, flicking relentlessly between Diane's wide-
spread legs. Then, suddenly, it darted deep into her
vaginal opening, spreading apart the blonde's wispy
down-lined cuntal lips like a knife slicing through
butter. Fear-stricken moans tumbled from her fright-
ovalled lips as the dog's hot lingual lance flicked
fluidly into her openly-spread loins. She repeated over
and over to herself, as if in a trance, that she must
remain motionless and not provoke him in any way, for
he might become really violent and hurt her seriously
out of sheer frustration and animal rage.
And yet, despite her horror and revulsion at what was
happening to her, the helplessly-trapped girl began to
feel something unexpected taking place inside her,
something like tiny chills of forbidden excitement
beginning to flutter all along her spine from the
perverted stimulation of the dog's feverishly sluicing
tongue. Good God, she thought, surely her mind was
temporarily deranged by the reeling shock of this
grotesque mistake of nature, for certainly no normal
woman could be aroused by this weird thing that was
taking place.
A thing like this could happen only in nightmares or
lewd fantasy stories written by perverted people with
unbalanced minds. She vaguely remembered that the gate
to the kennel was behind her, that there was a way to
escape if only she would reach out and open it with her
hand. If she called upon her dwindling reserves of
strength, she could crawl out of the wire door on her
hands and knees, but the weirdly rising thrills that
were coursing through her drained off the last of her
will and courage. And besides, the little prickles of
pleasurable sensation that Wolf's rampant tongue set
off in her hungry body left her too weakened to drag
herself even that short distance.
"Oooh, don't, pleeease, Wolf," she moaned futilely,
feeling her resistance disappear more with every
passing second as he licked harder up between her open
thighs with ever-increasing urgency. She was completely
at the mercy of the ruthless dog and found herself
pushing her nakedly trembling buttocks unwillingly
upward toward the fiery lance that was drilling in and
out of her now moistly secreting cunt and slurping
obscenely at the tiny puckered lips of her anus.
In her blurred brain she was dimly aware of the sounds
of the other dogs barking and whining excitedly as
though in a medley of applause and bestial frustration.
Oh, God, were they all watching her lewd surrender to
Wolf, she asked herself through her haze of confusion
as the champion brute's mouth opened and nibbled softly
on her wet, dilating pussy and lapped away the final
reserves of her resistance to the strange bestial
attack. All around her the general clamor and low
sexual whines in the kennel seemed to grow louder and
Diane felt the first needling worry and concern about
the noise they were making. Soon, soon she would have
to escape... somehow... find a way to make the dog
release her... to speak to him in a tone that would
make him obey.
The other dogs were setting up a raucous unbridled
uproar and she knew she had to do something right away.
"I mean it, get back, Wolf!" she shouted at the huge
worked- up German Shepherd whose head was thrashing
unceasingly between her lewdly-spread legs, his thick,
hungrily-licking tongue slobbering voraciously in and
out, up and down and back and forth on the ravishing
young woman's now steadily-pulsating vaginal slit.
"Back, boy! Please, please get back."
But her own voice betrayed her weakness and sounded
even in her own ears like a frail useless mewling that
came from far away, a sound that was not at all what
she had intended. Her brain was fogged with haziness
and nothing was real to her but the teasing burning
sensations that flowered throughout her obscenely
ravaged loins. The riotous barking from the other pens
went on, unabated, and she finally let her head fall
back on the hard-packed dirt as she at last admitted to
herself how hopeless it was to try to master her own
wanton desire.
She knew now that she could do nothing but lie here and
allow the lewd incident to run its course, until the
great German Shepherd was finished with her and she had
reached the unnatural climax that was driving her
nerves ruthlessly toward the point of breaking. She
labored, gasping for air and began to moan wickedly as
she pressed her involuntarily responding loins upwards,
trying to make firmer contact with the wet, excitedly
swollen lips of her cunt up against the passion-
inciting hotness of the dog's hungrily drooling mouth.
Then... just as her self-control was moments from
deserting her completely, "Get away from her, dog," a
deep male voice sounded from outside the kennel. In the
next few moments, everything happened so fast that the
impassioned young blonde could barely comprehend it.
The huge dog, Wolf's, hotly-slaving mouth lifted
immediately from her lust-saturated loins, depriving
her of the wildly rising sensation of the animal tongue
fucking up between the pink, wide-split edges of her
throbbing young pussy.
Next, she heard the thin metallic click of the gate to
the pen as it opened, and a few seconds later, a pair
of strong calloused male hands grasped her shoulders,
pulling her bodily from behind, her heels dragging in
the dirt. It all took place so quickly that even the
immense dog was surprised and had no time to snarl out
his protest at being cheated of his gorgeous human
victim.
Diane's first, shock-dazed reaction was frustrated
resentment that the delicious erotic sensations had
been so abruptly interrupted but then, as she slowly
regained her wits, a crippling tide of dismay and
horror flooded her consciousness. Scalding tears of
shame overflowed from her tightly-closed eyes as she
searched her dazed brain for some kind of excuse, some
logical explanation, for her vile lascivious behavior.
But at least she was being rescued from this horrible,
shameful ordeal by her husband, the man whom she had
been accusing of inconsideration and selfishness for
the last two days.
"Oh, Bill, Bill, thank God you're home," she sobbed
wretchedly, forgetting in her hysteria that he was not
due to return home for another two days. "Wolf trapped
me, darling... I--I couldn't get away from him... it
was awful!"
"Well now, it didn't look that way to me, lady," a
brusque masculine voice drawled sarcastically from
behind her. "Sure, you were fighting a bit, that's
true, but it looked to me like your hot little pussy
was twitching like a live wire."
Oh, my God! she groaned inwardly, realizing in that
instant that it was not Bill. How could it be? Her
husband would not be back before Wednesday at the
earliest! At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Diane's
girlish, fear-flushed face blanched pale white and she
clutched reflexively at the front of the soiled yellow
robe that was bunched up beneath her, attempting to
cover her nakedness. Her eyes flew open wide, blinking
several times as she tried to focus through the blur of
her tears and the sudden blinding brilliance of the
sunlight. She could not identify the shadowy form
towering above her still partially-exposed body as she
endeavored to draw her bathrobe around her on the
ground.
"W-who are you?" she finally managed to ask in a
stilted voice, after she had concealed her exposed
front from his leering view.
"I'm Jack Green, ma'am, and I'm the caretaker over at
the Taylor place," his mockingly-amused voice drifted
down to her. "And listen, you sure don't have to worry
about covering yourself up for me. I don't mind at all
seeing the sweet young curves on a gal like you."
"Oh, no! You're a caretaker over at the Taylor place?"
the embarrassed young woman asked, truly flabbergasted
by his announcement. My God, she moaned, this on top of
everything else! As if it were not bad enough to be
caught red-handed in such a humiliating position, her
rescuer turned out to be a common hired hand from a
nearby estate! Not only that, the man was rude and
insulting, an oaf who was obviously incapable of
understanding the circumstances that had led up to her
being in such a compromising situation with their prize
German Shepherd. She wrenched herself up into a sitting
position, curling her legs under the skirt of her robe
as she gathered the top of the garment more tightly
together over her upper torso.
"Now tell me, ma'am, what do you mean by that? What's
wrong with being just a caretaker?" Jack Green inquired
in a sterner tone, his sarcastic grin and the bantering
sarcasm in his voice swiftly dissolving as he stiffened
his shoulders in indignation. "Maybe you'd like it
better if I put you back in there with that hot-blooded
dog of yours?"
His ominous suggestion caused Diane to look up and
carefully study the man who had suddenly appeared out
of nowhere to rescue her from the lewd advances of the
huge animal. Just the sight of the man, this Jack
Green, increased her sense of humiliation and
debasement all the more. His face had a rather grizzled
appearance and he was well into middle-age, perhaps
forty-five or even fifty years old. He wore khaki
trousers and an ancient moth- eaten sweater that
drooped sloppily down from his broad but slouchy
shoulders like a shapeless sheath of worn-out drapery.
As he stood there with his arms folded across his
barrel chest, the man's natural strength was apparent
even though hidden under his shaggy sweater. She
remembered how easily he had dragged her out of Wolf's
kennel, as though she were a mere feather and no
challenge whatsoever to his well-tempered muscles.
Another thing seemed curious about this stranger: the
wry, impertinent glint in his watery hazel-colored
eyes.
It was certainly more independent and arrogant than
that she had seen as a child in the eyes of the
servants who had been employed by her father on their
family estate. This Jack Green, an unshaven man whose
hair was greying, met her gaze evenly and made her
sheepish embarrassment of a few moments ago turn slowly
into haughty anger. Momentarily, she forgot her awkward
state in relation to him and felt her blood begin to
boil with resentment at his insulting attitude toward
her.
"Thank you, Mr. Green, but I'm finished caring for the
dogs this morning," she said glacially as she rose to
her feet and stood facing him with a patronizing
expression on her exquisitely featured face. In a cold,
measured tone of exaggerated formality, she added:
"Actually, I would like to know exactly why you're on
our property. I must thank you, of course, for your
timely arrival and the help you gave me, but I'm
certain my husband would disapprove of a stranger
wandering around our grounds without permission."
"He's away, is he?" Jack grinned suggestively.
"Well, yes, he is..." Diane blurted out, suddenly angry
with herself for volunteering information that was none
of the caretaker's business and might even threaten her
safety. "But he's due back very soon... any time now."
"Is that so?" the middle-aged man smirked, nodding his
head toward her with a significant wink of one of his
twinkling greenish-brown eyes. "I wonder what he'd
think if he'd found you in there with that horny dog...
I mean, if he turned up before, I did." The man's
insulting gaze raked over her soft curvaceous form and,
although Diane clenched her robe tightly around her
nakedness, she could not quite avoid the disturbing
sensation that this lonely servant was staring right
through the material and devouring the naked curves of
her body with his burning eyes.
This was really impossible, she rankled, her lush upper
lip arching slightly upward in ill-concealed distaste
at the caretaker's presence. One thing, she was
relieved that Bill was not here now, since he had been
raised in a less sophisticated household than she had
been, and he had no real understanding of how to deal
with lower class people such as this common vulgar man.
This Jack Green should be put in his place--despite how
undemocratic that might seem to the blonde's less
refined husband- -or perhaps she might not be able to
live down the awful mortification that she had
undergone this morning.
Staring at some undefined point beyond the older man's
unkempt grey hair, she smiled faintly in a manner that
she had often seen her striking, well-brought-up mother
smile when coping with insubordinate servants.
"If you'll come to the house with me," Diane said
frostily, "I'll pay you a little something for your
trouble this morning." Despite her feigned reserve, she
heard her voice waver slightly from the after-effects
of the unnerving experience she had just endured, but
she stretched her graceful aristocratic neck arrogantly
straight, her head held high, and turned on her heel to
set off toward the house without another word.
Standing in the grassy clearing near the dog, Wolf's,
kennel, the middle-aged man stared after her for a
moment, his hazel eyes darkly pensive as the beautiful,
excitingly-shaped young woman's haughty words
registered fully in his mind. Despite his shabby
clothes and generally disheveled appearance, Jack Green
was a proud man and had the single distinction of being
one of the earliest residents of the still relatively
undeveloped Oak Tree area.
His father had cleared land and worked hard to eke out
a skimpy living from the untamed forest, and Jack's own
status as caretaker of the Taylor estate was no more
than a symbolic token of admiration and respect from
the wealthy Taylor urbanites who had purchased the
property that old Mr. Green, Jack's father, had never
bothered to gain ownership of from the government.
Among the local citizens in sparsely-settled Oak Tree,
Jack was regarded as a bit of an eccentric and a loner
but certainly not the stupid clod that this prissy
little blonde seemed to take him for.
The crow's-feet around his greenish eyes deepened as
the wiry man recalled how he had first seen this stuck-
up little bitch as he had been strolling through the
woods this slightly hazy autumn morning. Despite what
had sounded like cries of terror at first, she had
actually been squirming like an over-heated little
wanton on the dirt floor of the kennel as that fired-up
German Shepherd had lapped ravenously at her stark-
naked pussy. He felt his rancor kindling anew as he
remembered how she had treated him... her cold,
snobbish dismissal of him and his willingness to be
friendly... and maybe even more... after he had helped
her out of the dog's pen.
It was just too damned bad that she was such a tight-
assed little slut, he frowned, shaking his head
disgustedly as he ambled off slowly toward the house
into which she had already disappeared. Hell, he had
already been courteous enough to service several of the
lonely wives in Oak Tree while their husbands were busy
working in the city or out drinking with their friends,
and he had been eagerly looking forward to a pretty
young sexy addition to his personal rural harem.
After the interesting little show the gorgeous young
blonde had staged with that big stud dog, he had pretty
well decided that he had just discovered the prettiest,
most available piece of ass for twenty miles around.
Now, though, his keen sense of frustration only added
to the annoyance that he already felt and he hoped to
get her down flat on her back and fuck her silly to
even the score. He walked dourly through the front
entrance to the house, not even bothering to stamp the
dew-soaked leaves and caked mud from his heavy work
boots before he trod across the deep-pile beige carpet
just inside the doorway.
Diane was waiting in the living room, wearing an
impassive expression on her face to conceal the
consternation she felt as she sat primly in an easy
chair. Her yellow bathrobe was cinched tightly around
her tiny willowy waist as she rummaged with studied
nonchalance through a purse she had snatched off a peg
on the clothes-horse in the entranceway. Unfortunately,
the purse contained little more than some loose change
and a dried-up container of mascara--nothing she needed
to spruce up her appearance in a hurry.
She lifted her eyes automatically when she heard her
neighbor's hired hand's heavy footsteps grow louder as
he approached, her gaze intensifying with glowering
indigence as she watched the unkempt character striding
indifferently toward her, heedless of the trail of
muddy prints he was leaving behind him on the expensive
carpet that she and Bill had bought with her parents'
generous cash wedding gift.
"Please, Mr. Green, the carpet!" she burst out in
dismay, horrified at the man's insolent lack of
consideration, but before she could protest further, he
had already settled himself in his grimy old clothes on
the plush velour sofa that they had also purchased with
a portion of her parents' wedding gift of money.
God, what a boorish man, she rankled, and yet for some
unknown reason she found herself wishing that she could
retreat to the bedroom and make herself presentable in
a nice dress as well as apply make-up to enhance her
appearance... anything to give her more confidence with
this crude, incorrigible man. Her bedraggled-looking
state, her robe still smudged from the floor of the dog
kennel, made her feel helpless and unable to do
anything but stare at him in exasperation.
As if things were not bad enough, here she was with
only a few loose coins and some useless cosmetic in her
pocketbook. She had no idea how in the world she was
ever going to get rid of this disgusting man now-- not
without something to give him as a little reward for
his timely arrival when she was at the mercy of Wolf's
sexual attack upon her.
"Hey, why don't you just relax, honey?" Jack Green
asked huskily, grinning suggestively at her from his
seat on the sumptuous couch. "Let's just have a little
drink together and be friends about this whole thing.
And if you really do want to give me something, how
about a good pup when that big hairy stud of yours
decides to get interested in something else besides
your pretty little tail?"
"Friends?" Diane sputtered in fury and disgust at the
shabby man's unbelievably crude comments. In the space
of a second, she remembered just what kind of person he
was, that he was lower class, and her anger cooled
slightly, gradually turning into a mere cold distaste
for him. Her eyes blazing blue with sparks of contempt,
she spat out, "I don't associate with people like you,
Mister... Mister whatever your name is."
Rising then, she crossed the room toward the bedroom,
disappearing for a few moments only to return with a
bundle of garments that she had grabbed out of a closet
just inside the door. Hurling them across the living
room toward Jack, she shouted, "Here are some of my
husband's old shirts so you'll have something clean to
wear--if you ever decide to take a bath!" Then,
pointing one trembling finger toward the front door,
she punctuated her insult by adding, "Now get out of
our house and don't ever trespass on this property
again!"
The patiently-indulgent smile disappeared from the
middle- aged man's weather-toughened face as he slowly
lifted himself from the now dust-blemished couch. Diane
shuddered and instinctively pulled her robe more snugly
around her throat as she felt his penetrating
yellowish-brown eyes roving boldly over her sensuous
curves. He ignored the shirts that lay in a rumpled
heap on the floor where she had tossed them and walked
slowly across the spacious room toward the spot where
the beautiful twenty-one-year- old blonde stood
quivering with uncertainty.
"You can keep those things, little lady," he informed
her, pointing at the shirts with a contemptuous glint
in his eyes that was contrary to the friendly drawling
tone of his voice. "But there's something else of your
husband's I'd like to have... something he doesn't seem
to use very much."
"I-I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Diane
stammered feebly, a sinking sensation growing suddenly
in the pit of her stomach. The grim realization was
slowly dawning on her that this unusual man was not
responding as she had intended him to, that he was not
at all intimidated the way she had expected he would
be.
"Yep, honey," he continued, a salaciously-knowing grin
crossing his face as he came closer to her nervously-
trembling body, "you wouldn't be half so mean... and
you sure as hell wouldn't be playing around with that
dog out there... if you just got enough hard cock to
satisfy that tight little pussy of yours. As a matter
of fact, I'd say that a nice man-sized fuck would be a
fine reward for saving you from that damned animal out
there. Wouldn't you say so, honey?"
Diane gaped incredulously at the ungroomed, foul-
mouthed stranger, the full meaning of his lewd words
registering with a stunning impact on her shock-numbed
brain. Under her bathrobe, she felt the muscles of her
naked, unpantied tummy contract with dread and a chill
helpless feeling crept along the length of her spine.
Still, though, she could not tear her fixed gaze away
from his face as he stood before her, his calloused
hand resting cockily on his hip as he waited for her
answer to his obscene proposition.
"You're... you're crazy!" she finally gasped, reeling a
little. "You don't mean that you want me to... to let
you... to... to pay you that way?"
The shoddily-dressed man chuckled in a vulgar tone at
her obvious distaste for him. Well, she would change
her tune soon enough, he assured himself with
unswerving confidence as he felt his cock begin to jerk
to life in the crotch of his khaki trousers. His
intrusive eyes roved down the front of her robe, ogling
the smoothly-rounded contours of her large heaving
breasts and her thinly-curved waist where the yellow
material of the housecoat flared outward over the
luscious swells of her perfectly-formed young hips.
Christ, he gasped to himself, there can't be a more
perfect body than that, not anywhere, not only for the
perfection of every beautiful line but also for the
pure potential of untapped sexual energy that seemed to
radiate from it. Christ, she was a flawless little
bitch and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her
soft white flesh, to turn her into a mindless mass of
animal lust like that dog had almost done a few minutes
ago.
Actually, he had never had to take advantage of an
unwilling woman in his entire life but this little
bitch's high and mighty attitude pissed him off --
especially since he had seen her almost having a wild
session with the big German Shepherd behind the house.
Goddamn it, if a dog could make her go crazy that way
and make her forget all of her snotty ways, she'd go
absolutely berserk when her hot little cunt was stuffed
full of a real man's cock, the same one that had kept
so many of the so- called ladies and untouchable wives
of Oak Tree happy and smiling all this time.
"Yeah, baby, that's right. I'm going to fuck you," the
middle-aged caretaker informed her bluntly, relishing
the expression of shocked, unbelievable horror that
distorted her proud young face. "I'm going to fuck you
until you beg for more, and you will too. They all do."
His filthy words made Diane want to scream, to cry out
in disbelief, to do anything to put a stop to the
incredible series of events that had victimized her
ever since Bill had left on his business trip two days
ago. That this horrible unsavory character could even
conceive of her allowing him to use her body and commit
adultery as though she were some kind of common tramp
was the greatest of all possible insults!
"You pig, you! You insane pervert!" she shrieked at
him. "My husband would kill you with his bare hands if
he ever found out what you just said!"
Jack exploded into a long convulsive quaking of gruff
sadistic laughter before he quipped, "You can just tell
him that big dog stretched your hot little pussy. Hell,
he'd understand."
With a tiny cry of maddening frustration, the dazed
young wife whirled quickly around and made a break for
the front door but her attempted escape was stopped
short by the older man's long, sinewy arm that snaked
out around her waist. She stood staring at him
frantically, like a wild animal at bay, then made a
move to retreat backwards but her way was blocked by
the living room wall behind her.
"No, you can't do this to me, my husband will kill you,
I told you!" she gasped fearfully, her eyes searching
desperately for another means of escape. "No one but my
husband has ever... done it to me."
"Well, baby, there's a first time for everyone," the
older man replied callously, without the least sign of
compassion, his lust-glazed eyes traveling even more
directly up and down her deliciously young trembling
form. An electric shock jolted her every nerve as she
felt his extended hand slither out and around her ribs
and on down to the flat plane of her tummy as he edged
closer to her, his leathery unshaven face now only
inches from her own fear-twisted face. Traveling down
to the base of her tremulous belly, his rough
fingertips rotated in small teasing circles against the
soft hair-covered mound of her vagina, pressing against
her robe until the fluffy fabric wedged into the narrow
crevice between her thighs. To her horror, the young
wife felt her knees buckle momentarily and yet somehow
she managed to shake the sudden giddiness enough to
keep from toppling over onto the floor.
"Tell me, honey," the hired hand taunted as she leaned
back against the wall for support, "tell me that you
don't want me to fuck the shit out of you. You're still
as hot as a firecracker from that big dog licking your
hot little cunt, aren't you?"
Diane stiffened as though suddenly she had been doused
with ice water. Her lush mouth fell open loosely and
her blue eyes widened in utter horror as she felt the
faint beginnings of betrayal in her own young body add
to her sense of helplessness against this crudely
arrogant man. She felt his powerful arms drawing her
tightly against him, his big rough hands slipping down
further to encompass the full rounded spheres of her
buttocks. The blood rushed hotly to her face at the
horrible shame of having this complete stranger pawing
her tensed fear-stricken body with his hands, hands
that were heedless of her mounting dread.
"Stop it, stop it, do you hear me? I'll scream for
help," she threatened futilely.
"You go right ahead, little lady. Scream your head off,
because nobody's going to hear you but those dogs out
there," he grinned evilly into her lovely face, adding,
"I locked your furry boyfriend's pen before I came in,
so don't count on him to cheat you out of the fucking
I'm going to give you."
She could do nothing but gawk at him, aghast, searching
for some tell-tale sign of mercy in the caretaker's
face, but there was nothing but lust in his features
and she quaked helplessly as his teasing fingers
massaged and stroked her cringing, tightly- clenched
buttocks as he pulled her more firmly against the huge
bulge in the crotch of his trousers. God, why was he
doing this terrible thing to her? she groaned to
herself. Desolately, she wondered how she would ever be
able to face her husband, Bill, again after all that
had happened during the seeming eternity since he had
left to scout for additional breeding stock.
Even through the layers of their clothing, the
shuddering girl could feel the intruder's lust-aroused
penis rising to greater hardness against the soft plane
of her belly, its hot pulsating rigidity sending little
shivers of unwanted excitement shimmering up through
the walls of her vagina. If only she could clear her
head she might be able to think of a way to escape from
this debasing situation... She had only been doing her
job, feeding the dogs, when suddenly everything had
gone haywire and something strange had taken control of
her life, tearing its control from her hands... And
now, she could hardly think of anything but the
insistent pressure of the hidden rod of flesh jabbing
out and throbbing suggestively against her tender
vulnerable flesh.
Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free
herself, but she was powerless against his greater
strength and slowly he lowered his head until his lips
closed over hers, completely engulfing her soft pink
mouth, his tongue working deep between her lips and
into the warmth between her teeth. She moaned weakly as
his big hands jerked her pelvis more tightly forward
against his, the harsh throbbing bulge at his loins
causing an uncontrollable flutter of excitement to
ripple through her soft flesh and center in her
helplessly tingling vagina.
The caretaker suddenly reached up with one hand and
pinched hard against the soft rubbery nipple of her
right breast through her robe igniting a flash of mixed
pain and pleasure in the futilely-struggling young
woman's captive body. She uttered a low helpless groan
which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of
his saliva-moistened lips clamping down hard over hers
once again.
Great surges of fiery shame washed over her as she felt
the forbidden pleasure of the man's experienced touch
relentlessly overcoming her desire to resist him. After
these last few days of constant sexual stimulation and
frustration, she felt her passion snowballing suddenly,
beginning to drown out her fear and intense
humiliation. Her breath caught in her soft milky throat
as she felt the man, Jack Green's, invading hand slip
audaciously under the front of her robe, slithering
lizard-like up and down over the smooth fleecy flesh of
her quivering hips.
He let his hand brush lightly several times over the
blonde curling strands of her pubic mound, his fingers
pressing gently but insistently on the outer flanges of
her pink swelling pussy-lips. She groaned and quailed
with each gently pressured touch against her tingling
genitals, her brain desperately fighting to gain
control over the flowing tide of passion creeping
through her passion-inflamed body.
"N-no... no, p-please, don't," she beseeched him weakly
as she felt the grey-haired man's strong hand burrowing
deeper into the crevice between her tightly-clenched
thighs. Suddenly his thick blunt finger began to trace
the thin, pink-furrowed slit of her naked cunt and,
against her conscious will, her muscles began gradually
to relax until her legs opened slightly to his touch.
Diane's slender hands flew up to his powerful
shoulders, her long nails digging into his tough flesh
through his ragged sweater. Even as a brief sensation
of repulsion swept over her, lascivious waves of
involuntary desire spiraled crazily through her burning
loins and in her belly as he parted the soft sparse
pubic hair and slowly, deliberately, teased his middle
finger deep up between her warm moist vaginal lips.
"Oooooooh, God nooooooo," she moaned in protest even
though she sensed her own sexually-aroused dampness
spreading from the unwanted excitement that was taking
over her entire being and she bit down on her lip to
hold back the noises of delight that were rising up
from deep in her graceful throat.
Heated tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her
flushed cheeks as the horrified young housewife
suddenly recognized that her traitorous body was
actually giving in to the thrill of this man's fingers
probing into her hotly throbbing vagina. Her eyes
closed despairingly as her hips began to thrust slowly
back and forth of their own volition, matching the lewd
rhythm of his teasing finger-fucking up between her
slightly-spread legs.
"That's the spirit, honey," he crooned triumphantly in
her ear. "You're starting to like old Jack, eh? That
tight little cunt of yours is getting nice and wet just
like it does for your hubby. You're about ready for me
to fuck you now, aren't you?"
Diane could not speak. Words of indignant horror formed
in her tortured brain but died in her throat, lost in
the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing and
flicking mercilessly around her now hotly quivering
clitoris. Her shamelessly aroused young body jerked
responsively as she unwillingly allowed herself to sink
deeper and deeper into the waves of delectable
sensation that were coursing through her. Every muscle
in her exquisite body was taut as she unconsciously
worked her loins forward now toward the maddening probe
between her open legs.
"Well?" he demanded again, thrusting his finger up into
the tightness of her pussy walls with a quick,
unexpected rush that shocked the breath out of her
lungs. "Do you want to fuck, honey?"
"Oh, God," she moaned, miserably torn between her guilt
and her female body's electric demands. "I... oooooh."
"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that," he
chuckled knowingly as he felt her supple young pussy
muscles rippling excitedly around his buried finger.
Bringing his other hand up to clutch at her long flaxen
blonde hair, he drew her tear-streaked face back to him
and kissed her wetly, his thick wet tongue sliding deep
into her mouth as his fingers began to torturously
tease up into her quivering cunt once more.
Then Diane felt him begin to pull her across the room,
slyly edging her captured body toward the plush red
velour couch as he continued to deftly titillate her
excitement-drenched vagina. Somewhere in her anguished
brain she knew that the moment of her ultimate
defilement and subjugation was drawing ever closer but
she could no longer find the will to resist. There was
nothing she could do but moan defenselessly as his
hands took the most indecent liberties with her
helpless young body, causing convulsive little twitches
of unwanted delight to race through her glistening wet
genitals.
"Let's take that rag off you, honey," he whispered
hoarsely into her ear. "I want to get another good look
at what I'm gonna put my cock in."
Diane hung her head in shame and did not even struggle
as she felt him tear open the knot of her belt and slip
her fluffy yellow robe down over her naked shoulders.
She closed her eyes, deliberately refusing to think
about what was happening to her, assisting him by her
passive submission until she felt her single protective
garment fall into a soft, useless heap down around her
slender ankles. As the cool air of the room rushed over
her beautiful naked body, she heard the older man's
sharp intake of breath. His big work-hardened hands
clutched hotly at her full heaving breasts, kneading,
squeezing, rolling the tiny pink nipples until they
became hard and distended, throbbing almost painfully
under his fingers.
Finally she felt his wet, passion- heated mouth
encircling one of the tiny erected tips, his tongue
flicking maddeningly over the taut point of flesh. And
then his hands left her swelling breasts, drawing his
fingers down along her ribs to her hips to push her
gently down on her back onto the sofa. Her eyes were
still clenched shut against the harsh reality of what
was occurring in her own living room as the young wife
lay motionless and defeated on the plush cushions of
the couch. She could hear a rustling of clothes as he
undressed beside her.
There was nothing left for her to do now but submit,
she thought numbly, as she lay completely naked in the
muted light of the living room. Where could she run
without any clothes on and who would ever believe her
if she tried to explain exactly what had happened to
her? Her own husband already thought that she was silly
and self-indulgent, she thought bitterly, so why not
give in to the selfish desires that were coursing
through her blood-stream like a conscience-killing
drug? And yet she did not want this... this horrible,
older man forcing her to satisfy his lewd desires with
the softness of her body. No, no, she couldn't go
through with this! It wasn't right for a married woman
to commit adultery like this, no matter what the
circumstances.
Suddenly her wandering mind was forced back to the
reality of the present by the knowledge that another
weight was settling down on the couch, down below where
her long white legs dangled uselessly over the edge of
the cushions to the floor below. She felt harsh hands
grasping her right ankle, lifting it high in the air
and finally placing it down high over the back of the
sofa. The springs squeaked as he crawled between her
now widely-parted young thighs, causing her to stiffen
in apprehension of the brutal rape she knew was about
to begin at any moment.
"All right, honey, let's open up those baby-blue eyes,"
he commanded gloatingly. "I've got something I want you
to see."
She obeyed slowly and reluctantly. She saw him kneeling
between her wide-spread thighs that he, himself, had
spread open, his sinewy body completely naked now and
his weathered face twisted in a lewd salacious grin.
Her gaze trailed downward along his broad muscular
torso to the thick hardened penis standing out from
beneath the little overhang of his slightly paunchy
belly.
Her eyes began to widen in mounting revulsion and
frightened disbelief as she visually measured the
abnormally large penis that pointed toward the ceiling
like the shaft of a large menacing weapon. God, it was
enormous!
Jack Green stared directly into her awe-rounded eyes
and his licentious smirk broadened as his hand
lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back
and forth over the hard blood-engorged head.
"Think it's big enough, baby?" he asked her, a
triumphant gleam burning in his eyes. "Now, aren't you
glad that your hubby's not home?"
At the sound of his cruelly-taunting voice, loathing
and nausea swept over her again, nearly destroying the
erotic sensations that possessed her. Even so, she
could not help but gape at the massive size and
thickness of the fleshy hardness dominating her vision.
She sensed that the middle-aged man was enjoying the
devilish brutality that he was subjecting her to but
she could not tear her incredulous gaze from the
heavily-veined rod of male cock-flesh that he was still
holding and stroking in his hand.
Still, she could barely believe its fantastic size and
wondered how any normal woman could safely take such a
huge thing inside of her without stretching her vagina
unbearably. She tried to imagine that great monster
buried inside the narrow, hair- fringed folds of her
tight young pussy and a quiver of paralyzing fear
coursed through her.
"It's... oh, God, it's too big," the blonde-haired girl
managed to stutter in a last ditch effort to voice her
resistance.
Jack Green continued to massage the granite-hard tower
of flesh, slowly, tantalizingly. "That's what all the
wives around here say... the first time," he leered at
her. "But you're going to take every inch of it, honey,
every hard throbbing inch of this big baby..."
Once again, the tears dribbled down Diane's flushed
cheeks as she realized that there was no appealing to
this vile man. He was not her sensible Bill, nor any of
the other men who had jumped to fulfill her every wish
all her life. She tried to steel her senses for what
she knew was to come, refusing to listen to his
insulting words and filthy implications any longer. Her
anguished brain was too occupied with the hopelessness
of her position and the horrifying dread of knowing
that there was no escape, that she must endure his lewd
assault. With Bill gone away, she was utterly alone and
subject to this man, Jack Green's, every ruthless wish.
"I'm going to make you lick my balls before I'm
finished with you," he rasped down at her. "You're
going to cry for me to fuck that snobbish little cunt
of yours... beg me to bury this cock so deep up in your
high and mighty little belly that you'll be able to
taste it... just wait and see!"
"Please, please, don't," she begged pitifully, trying a
last time to appeal to his conscience but knowing as
she looked into his rugged, triumphantly-smiling face
that he would show no more mercy to her than he would
to any common whore that he had paid for off the
streets. She whimpered in terror as he crawled up over
her prostrate spread-eagled body, pinioning her
shoulders to the cushions with his strong arms and
hands. Then he lowered his head and sucked the tiny,
erect nipple of one breast into his mouth, biting into
it painfully until her nakedly-trembling buttocks
writhed in agony beneath him.
Chapter 4
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Diane lay unmoving beneath him, her fear-clouded eyes
fixed on the workings of his mouth as he blurted out
the obscene filth to her, its lewdness penetrating and
echoing throughout her dazed brain.
"Now take it in your hand, honey and guide it into that
hot little pussy of yours," he ordered, his sex-glazed
eyes gleaming sadistically down at her.
"No... no... I can't."
"Put it in, you stuck-up little cunt," he snarled in
furious impatience at her hesitation. "Do it now or
I'll slap you silly."
Diane had no doubt that he meant what he said.
Trembling with dread and humiliation, she reached down
between their bodies with one hand and encircled his
thick throbbing cock with her soft white fingers. A
sudden cowering expression crossed over her face anew
as she felt for the first time the true size of the
mammoth rock-hard shaft.
"Oh, God... God, I can't. It's too big... please..."
The grey-haired caretaker opened his mouth to torment
her further, then quickly decided that he could stand
this waiting no longer. With a savage grunt, he grabbed
her parted legs behind the knees and shoved them
roughly all the way back against her tightly-pinned
shoulders, dropping his weight on her body to hold her
fast.
His long rigid cock brushed against the soft down of
her pubic hair as her slim delicate ankles wedged
tightly around behind his head. He could look down
between their prone bodies and see her upturned young
ass-cheeks completely exposed to his lusting view. The
narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing as he held the
moist pink furrow wide apart with the outward pressure
of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.
Diane trembled, her brain whirling with a confused
mixture of fear and anticipation as she felt the
hugeness of the older man's fleshy hardness lying on
the full length of her helplessly-open vaginal slit.
Her eyes widened in a sudden, unexpected delight at the
sensation of this first soft rubbery contact against
the smooth sensitive edges of her naked pussy.
The blunt jerking head of his cock rested pulsing
between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself up
and down, up and down, in a maddening teasing motion as
her soft smooth hips jerked involuntarily upward and
she felt the rubbery mushroom-shaped tip slip hotly
down over her distended clitoris.
The young blonde housewife clenched her teeth tightly
together, fighting with all her will against the subtle
titillating sensation that was gradually firing all her
senses again. Her shame and mortification slipped
gradually out of her consciousness as the man gently
moved his lower torso, sliding his long thick cock back
and forth over the sensitive exposed
flesh of her vaginal lips.
She groaned again, praying that her body would not
betray her further as it almost had earlier out in the
kennel with the dog, but his expert ministrations on
the tender, unprotected parts of her defenseless body
were already forcing her into surrender. After a long
moment of desperate struggle within her blurred and
confused mind, the flood gates of her sexual desire
burst open once again.
All the hurt and frustration she had been holding
secretly within herself ever since her husband, Bill,
had begun to seem more interested in his dogs than in
her, suddenly reached a peak and she knew that she
could not wait one more moment for the desperately-
needed release that she had been trying to cope with so
unsuccessfully. It didn't even matter now that his man,
this stranger, was dirty and unshaven, that he had
sadistically tormented her in her weakest moments...
nothing mattered but the long thick length of hard
flesh teasing mercilessly at the thin hair-fringed
mouth of her cock-starved vagina.
Shamelessly abandoning the last of her scruples, she
ground her wide-spread buttocks upward toward his huge,
heavily-throbbing penis, her hungry wet cunt searching
desperately for the bulging blood-filled tip.
Oh, God, no matter whose it was, she had to have it in
her!
Frantically, Diane reached down between the softly-
gyrating cheeks of her ass and tightly grasped the full
length of the rock- hard penis, heedless now of the
threat of its size as she felt it throbbing excitingly
in her fingers. This was what her body was screaming
for! Being careful not to scratch the precious fleshy
hardness, she carefully guided it up into the cleft of
her buttocks and wedged the thick pulsing cock-tip in
between the wetly-swollen lips of her cock-starved
pussy. She held it there with one hand and placed the
other on Jack's backside, drawing him downward with all
of her girlish strength to push him into her blazing
hot pussy, to quench the gnawing need that was driving
her completely insane with animal lust.
The caretaker grinned obscenely down at her beautiful,
flawless face. It was all he could do to keep from
shoving forward to skewer the squirming little bitch's
cunt on his painfully aching cock but the desire to
punish her for her disdainful attitude when he had
tried to be friendly with her, overcame his immediate
passion. He wanted to see her suffer a little, to
realize just how much she truly wanted a long hard male
cock to be shoved into her proud little belly.
Haughty and spoiled, she was a classic example of the
type of city people who were unthinkingly changing the
sylvan peacefulness of Oak Tree into just another
characterless suburb and this wild fucking he was going
to give her might be the best opportunity he would ever
have to wreak vengeance on the people who were ruining
his beloved woods. Besides, if anyone ever needed to be
taught a lesson, this arrogant little blonde housewife
did. Well, he would do it; he would fuck her until she
couldn't even walk. The lewd satisfying thought caused
him to flick his hips forward, pushing his cock- head
harder against her naked young cunt.
Diane gasped as she felt the super-sensitized lips of
her now hotly tingling vagina being forced wider apart.
The tight elastic opening momentarily resisted the hard
cruel pressure of the older man's bluntly-pressuring
cock-head, then suddenly gave way, allowing the huge
blood-filled tip to slip just up inside. The pain was
excruciating and she automatically resisted, whimpering
out loud at the monstrous painful intrusion into her
tightly- clenched cuntal channel.
The hired hand felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash
through him at her soulful protest and he was unable to
conceal the evil grin that immediately formed on his
lips.
He shoved again.
"Oooooooh, noooooo stop, you're hurting me!" Diane
screamed. Her upthrust legs jerked spasmodically on
either side of his heavy body, kicking futilely into
the air to escape the cruel impalement. She stared
pleadingly up into the grey-haired man's face but found
no pity or compassion in his expression, only a
sadistic lust that made her blood run cold.
Slowly, he forced his massive span of lust-hardened
flesh into her constricting inner passage, filling her
moist, vainly resisting cuntal cavern inch by inch.
Jack Green could barely contain the excitement that the
helplessly protesting young housewife gave him as he
slowly and relentlessly penetrated further and further
into her futilely-resisting cunt and again and again he
flexed his hips against her wide-split loins, until at
last, he could stand it no longer.
He had to fuck the snooty little bitch and right away!
He rammed brutally forward, dropping his weight down on
her, smashing her full, firm breasts flat beneath his
powerful chest as he rammed his hips forward at the
same time. His thick hard cock plunged into her moist,
squirming cunt with the cruel force of a battering ram,
bruising the soft tender walls of her warm vaginal
flesh in rippling waves before it. There was no
stopping it until he felt his balls smack resoundingly
against her tiny wincing anus that had screwed itself
deep down into the cushion in an attempt to escape the
sudden vicious impalement.
"Oh, my God, you're ripping me apart! Aaaaaaaaggggh!"
she wailed, her skewered form pinned helplessly to the
sofa. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his
hips, trying to ward off the blood-filled head of the
prick that pressed like a hot heavy rock against her
fragile womb. Her vagina felt battered and stretched as
though she had been impaled on a sawed-off young
sapling tree.
In agony, she fought the hard, fleshy invasion,
squeezing tightly together the muscles of her
helplessly-upturned buttocks to keep the rampaging
prick from burying itself further into her tortured
young pussy but with every struggling movement the
hugely throbbing cock-head seemed to burrow even more
deeply into her. The man's outstretched arms held her
shoulders pressed tightly to the cushions, his wide-
spread knees wedging her quaking thighs far apart. She
felt as though her body was being torn down the middle,
that the fiery cock had gone all the way up past her
breasts and was about to come out of her throat.
The heavily breathing man's lips curled into a
lascivious grin as he saw her face cloud with the pain
of his first cruel lunge into her. Glancing down
between their joined bodies, he could see his greying
pubic hairs tangled lewdly with her golden blonde ones,
the gleaming base of his tremendous cock buried to the
hilt between the moist, curl-lined lips of her wide-
stretched vagina.
He only wished that he could record this moment in a
photograph, so that the aristocratic little bitch would
never be able to deny, even to herself, that she had
been spread-eagled and fucked senseless this way by
what she thought was only a low class caretaker. By
God, he was certainly making her scream and yell, and
he was about to give her a fuck that she would never
forget for as long as she lived.
Beneath him Diane struggled uselessly against the agony
of his sudden forced entry. Though she tried
desperately to push it out by flexing the muscles
within her straining pussy, each throb of her insides
seemed only to excite him more and he plowed even
deeper into her wide-split cuntal passage. She could
feel his huge sperm-laden balls lying down against the
tiny, softly-flexing lips of her rectum as he lay
buried deep up inside her futilely-straining belly.
There was not one ridge or vein on the mighty hammer-
headed cock that she could not feel as the tender wet
walls of her cunt clasped around it like a tight-
fitting elastic sleeve. At the very end of her
anguished vaginal passage, she could feel the huge
rubbery tip throbbing against her cervix like a second
heart in her body. The gentle pulsing of the thick
shaft within her sent tiny jolts of pain and faint
pleasure flitting through her trembling body and she
moaned softly beneath him.
The naked man felt the slight throbbing pressure she
exerted against his deeply-buried penis and smiled
delightedly at the hot sensual urgency he felt. He had
waited patiently for this and hovered motionless over
her quivering prostrate form until she became
accustomed to his thickness rammed far up inside her
white little belly. Still not moving his body, he
flexed his heavy, blood-filled prick inside her,
stretching her vaginal walls ever further apart.
"Ooooooh, God, noooo," she whimpered, her eyes tightly
shut as she fought the fine line of pleasure-pain.
He throbbed the stiff rod again in the hot-channeled
depths of her tight narrow passage, watching her
wincing face below.
She groaned again, but more softly as she felt the
embedded cock expanding the tight-stretched walls of
her throbbing passageway.
"Ooooh," she gasped breathlessly as the older man
flexed again.
"Noooooooooo, pleeeeeease," she pleaded, her eyes
clamped tightly shut as she seesawed between the tiny
throbs of pleasure and the lingering pain. He flexed
the stiff rod again deep in the interior depths of her
cunt, relishing the responsive grimace of pain that
distorted her now slightly-perspiring face. She groaned
again but this time with less suffering in her tone as
she felt the deeply-embedded cock expand and press
outward against the tight-stretched lining of her
vagina.
"Gaaaaawwd," she gasped breathlessly as he flexed again
and again, setting a teasing rhythmic pattern to his
tormenting movements. Her pain-tensed face relaxed
slowly and he could feel slight, still-uncertain
answering throbs around the pulsing head of his deeply
imbedded prick as her prostrate body began to slowly
respond to the maddening flexing of his member. She
groaned helplessly beneath him as her smooth, milk-
white buttocks began the gradual involuntary rolling
that signaled the unmistakable rekindling of the
uncontrollable fires smoldering deep in her naked
loins. He could barely contain himself as he felt her
hungrily-nibbling young cunt begin to clench tightly
around his achingly-hard penis.
Diane could also sense her soft warm body reacting,
sparking into the beginnings of an ecstasy that she had
never known before. The agonizing pain had given way to
another sensation, a deep thrilling tingle that rose
from deep in her womb and seemed to saturate her entire
body with an urgent need to have even more of the
brutal impaling cock deep up inside her viciously-
filled belly. Her smooth silken flesh seemed totally
alive now with lewdly swirling sensations that throbbed
out in tiny dancing waves across her white skin from
her head to her toes each time the huge buried penis
lurched far up in her belly.
A burning need centered hotly in her upraised loins,
making her heavily-filled cunt involuntarily dilate and
twitch around the rock-like pole that was stuffed into
her. She wanted more of it, wanted to feel the swollen
cock drilling in and out of her moist hungry passage.
Instinctively, she drove her young buttocks upward,
grinding herself against his pelvis but he remained
motionless, above her, his weight pressing her back
down into the cushions. She could not move and she felt
like she was about to go out of her mind with the fiery
frustration that blazed inside of her helplessly-
pinioned body.
"Oh, please, please, do something," she gasped, looking
pleadingly up into the unshaven face above her. She saw
a sadistic grin of lewd delight crease the caretaker's
weathered face.
"Did you say something, little lady?" he taunted,
sending a particularly forceful throb into the very
depths of her being.
"Oooooooh," she breathed helplessly, as she rotated her
lush young hips up around the hard fleshy rod. The
dilated lips surrounding her pink wet slit nibbled
hungrily at the inflated prick, sliding moistly down
the penis for several inches then working slowly back
up until his curling dark pubic hair meshed with hers
and the full length of him was again embedded deep in
her softly heaving belly.
"What? What did you say?" he insisted mercilessly,
pulling his muscular loins a teasing few inches away
from her. He watched gleefully as she strained upward,
trying to capture his length again as he kept pulling
his monstrous, wetly-glistening cock just out of her
reach.
"Oh, God, please do it to me," the distraught girl
begged, her eyes wide and pleading.
"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he demanded loudly.
"Say it! Tell me to fuck your cunt!"
"Oh, no, I can't! I just can't," she moaned. This,
Diane knew, would be the final humiliating surrender.
Her resistance this way was the last thing she had
left. She couldn't let him have the satisfaction of
hearing her grovel and beg for him to do it to her.
After that, there would be no escaping the fact that
she had wanted it as much as the caretaker did and she
would never be able to face herself or her husband
again.
"Do you like that?" he mocked her, rubbing the broad
rubbery tip of his thick cock up and down the full
length of her hungrily- starving pussy. "Doesn't it
feel good?"
"Oh, God, yessss," she gasped.
"Do you want me to stop now?" he demanded, throbbing
the huge fleshy shaft just up inside her hotly-
contracting pussy. He flexed it harder and harder. "Do
you?"
"No... Yes... Ooooooooh, I don't know! No, no, don't
stop. Don't stop!"
"Then beg me, bitch," he snarled, losing patience with
this waiting for her surrender. With a low growl, he
grabbed her naked shoulders and dug his fingers
painfully into their ivory softness. As he roughly
shook her trembling body, he commanded again, "Say the
words!"
"Oooooooh, nooooo, I can't... nooooo..." she moaned,
but even as she uttered the words, the overpowering
knowledge of her guilt and helplessness melted her last
defenses and she knew it was useless to struggle
anymore. Though her own weakness sickened and repulsed
her, the urgent demands of her aroused body had
completely conquered her protesting conscience. It was
no longer a matter of right and wrong. All that
mattered was that she wanted him now, now, wanted his
lust-hardened cock to be set in motion to match the
desperate desire that was churning within her. At last,
through tightly-clenched teeth, she hissed bitterly,
"All right... fuck me right now. FUCK ME!"
As she closed her eyes in humiliated defeat the older
man's face twisted into an obscene smirk of victory.
Savoring his sweet revenge, he levered himself up into
a push-up position and slowly withdrew his deeply-
imbedded length until only the bloated mushroom-like
head still rested within the moistly glistening lips of
her tender young pussy.
His anger was quickly forgotten as he felt the
intoxicating friction of his massive gleaming staff
against the smooth moist walls of her cunt and as a new
wave of intense passion pulsed through him, he gathered
all his muscular strength and rammed forward again, the
broad fleshy head of his thick cock pushing the soft
flesh of her warmly-welcoming cuntal channel before it
like buttered velvet, until the entire length was
buried once more in her wide-stretched pussy.
This time there were no cries or pleas for mercy, only
the throaty animal sounds of a lustful woman reaching
out for pleasure. To his delight, Jack Green felt the
aroused young housewife's trembling hands snaking up
around his body to clasp around behind his buttocks,
pulling at his tightly-clenched muscles to draw him
even deeper into her aching belly.
Confident now of her unconditional submission, he began
to slowly grind his loins up between her open thighs,
pistoning his great thick cock in and out of the
tightly-clenched cavern that was now wet and slippery
from the delicious young blonde's unchained passion.
The velour sofa shook and squeaked wildly beneath them
as Diane jerked herself desperately up to meet his
every slamming thrust, grinding her nakedly-writhing
buttocks higher and higher to get more and more of his
wonderfully-skewering cock deeper up inside her.
Her neighbor looked victoriously down to see the thin
soft ridges of her pink cuntal flesh pulling outward
with every outstroke and then disappearing back into
her as his moist glistening length was swallowed whole
back into the tight, greedily-working opening. He
slowed, fascinated by the utter abandon of her labors
as she strained against him, a half-crazed ecstatic
smile playing across her curving red lips.
Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of
her thrusts becoming more urgent, and he knew that she
was straining to cum. The inner fluids of her hotly-
milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear
the wet sucking sound of the in and out fucking
movement of his huge jack-hammering cock driving in and
out of her freely. Suddenly her back arched almost a
foot off the jiggling sofa and she bucked wildly
against him.
"Oh, God, yes... yes, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming!" she
wailed. "Oh, fuck it! Fuck it harder, fuck it
harder!!!"
With a deep-throated groan, her desperately-writhing
body began to quiver uncontrollably, creamy viscous
fluids oozing out from her hot vibrating pussy to cover
his impaling rod with its sticky warmth. It trickled
down the valley between her smooth rounded buttocks and
over his still sperm-loaded balls that smacked hard and
noisily down against the tiny brown-puckered ring of
her anus.
The middle-aged man lost the last of his self-control
as the young blonde wife of his neighbor jerked
spasmodically against him, trickling the last of her
orgasmic juices against his hair- matted pelvis. He
reached up, grabbing her ankles and pushing them
viciously back over her shoulders until she cried out
from the pain of her inhumanly-bent body.
Half mad now with lust, he pulled his deeply-buried
prick from her until only its excitedly- oozing tip
penetrated the soft swollen lips of her vagina. Then he
rammed forward with all of his stored-up strength,
burying the full throbbing length of his sex-incited
cock deep into her wholly-exposed pussy. The slap of
his sperm-bloated balls slamming against her upturned
buttocks resounded loudly throughout the room.
She had had her fun and now it was his turn.
Clamping his mouth tightly over hers, he slipped his
tongue deep between her open lips, muffling the gasps
forming in her throat. His broad shoulders pushed
against the back of her symmetrical-rounded calves,
locking her in that defenseless position as he fucked
deeper and deeper into her. Snaking his sun-bronzed
hands beneath her whitely-grinding buttocks, he tightly
grasped each full soft cheek of her ass, cupping them
in his spread fingers and palms, squeezing the warm
fleshy orbs and pulling them wide apart.
He began long hard strokes into her seething vagina and
the quivering walls, lubricated from her climax,
clasped hungrily around the fleshy hot rod, slithering
up moistly to devour its length all the way to the
hilt. His sperm-filled balls slapped into the dampness
between her buttocks and his own breathing came in
short angry bursts. The sight of her magnificent young
breasts dancing wildly with the buffeting her lower
body was undergoing, the tightly erect pink nipples
bobbing before his eyes, made him plunge even more
deeply, driving her several inches back on the soft
cushions and making her neck arch with the sudden
lewdly- inciting sensation.
"Oh, yesssss, ooooh," Diane groaned out her submission
to the obscene sensations racing through her cruelly
ravished young body. There was no longer any reason to
fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her
veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene
feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total
surrender to this perfect stranger she had met only a
half an hour ago sent lascivious chills of increased
desire prickling around the base of her spine as she
responded to the measured rhythm of the caretaker's
heavy cock driving in and out of her now- voluntarily-
upturned loins.
She could feel each movement of the huge fleshy shaft
in her hotly-clasping cunt walls, the giant head
slithering up and down the warm slippery passageway,
and hear the sharp slap of his bloated balls against
her tiny hairless anus as he lunged forward with each
in-stroke. Maddening rushes of cool air eddied between
her wide-splayed thighs each time he withdrew,
teasingly cooling the thin rivulets of sweat that
trickled hotly down from his powerfully straining
loins.
Her womb flared and the now completely unresisting lips
of her hair-lined vaginal furrow flowered open to
receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her
hands forced themselves desperately from under her legs
to slip around his back. Her fingernails clawed a red-
streaked path down to his muscularly-flexing buttocks
as she pulled him deep and thrust her fleece-covered
cuntal mound up hard to skewer herself deliciously on
the hotly-driving hot flesh of his wildly-pumping cock.
She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that was
shoved deep in her throat through the older man's
widely-opened lips and in the lewd excitement, she
swallowed greedily the droplets of his saliva that ran
down it. Her body began to match his pounding lunges
with her own rhythmic thrashing.
The heavily-straining sofa squeaked loudly in time to
the two tightly-entwined bodies struggling wildly
against each other. The sound of deep straining grunts
and groans filled the sunlit living room, mingling with
the flat smacking sounds of sweat-soaked flesh banging
against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous slurp of
his pile-driving cock ramming in and out of her
slippery, passion- drenched cunt.
"Christ, honey, you're a good fuck," the caretaker
grunted, fucking faster and faster into her with a
maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded eyes filmed over by
the force of his sexual excitement. He could feel his
hot white cum boiling up in his heated balls as they
beat hard against her up-tilted ass. He was ready to
explode. He savagely shoved his tongue far down her
throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the wide-
spread cheeks of her hungrily-grinding buttocks hard up
against his jack- hammering pelvis as he rammed his
expanding cock all the way to the hilt inside her soft,
now gratefully-welcoming cunt.
Diane was rocketing to a new and thrilling height of
pleasure and her breath whistled and rasped from her
throat in short cries of passion. He fucked mercilessly
into her willing vagina and with the depth of each
lunge, she screamed from the sheer lust and pleasure
that she felt. The young blonde housewife could feel
her insides stretching painfully as the head of the
deeply-sunk cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that
threatened to tear her belly wide open and then it
began to spurt out its thick creamy load like a fire-
hose gone wild!
She could feel the delicious hot white liquid shooting
into her like molten fire. The pores of her cunt
clasped around it, absorbing it, erupting in reply!
Again her cum juices flowed out around his jerking
prick.
This was what she had been needing for so long and now
she could not bear the idea that it might ever stop.
Reaching frantically around under her hungrily-
squirming buttocks with both hands, she began to
desperately milk at the excitedly-emptying balls
pressed tightly into the split of her wide-spread
buttocks. Her long shapely legs kicked out, quivering
uselessly in the air on either side of his heavily
plunging body. The huge, rhythmically-throbbing cock
continued to jerk out its orgasm, the white hot spurts
filling her womb to the bursting point and foaming back
out of the hotly-contracting lips locked so tightly
around it.
"Oh, fill me, fill me some more," she babbled
incoherently. The smooth hot walls of her cunt clasping
and unclasping wildly at him, milking at the jerking
male organ like a sucking starving mouth, until it gave
one last spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked dry from
it.
The exhausted man collapsed limply across her wetly
sweating young body, feeling her insides still gushing
forth around his rapidly-deflating cock. It seemed to
go on forever until, at last, she too sighed and
quivered to limp stillness. Her legs fell lifelessly
out on either side of his semen-drained body and one
arm dangled wearily over the edge of the couch. Her
still warmly-contracting young belly was filled to the
point of bursting with the obscene mixture of their hot
sticky cum.
Green lay panting for a moment to recover his strength
and then slowly dragged himself off the exhausted young
housewife's still form, his almost limp cock sliding
slowly and wetly out of her battered and bruised cunt.
Diane's blue eyes fluttered open at the withdrawal and
she felt an immediate sense of loss until she
remembered what had happened and who was standing
beside the couch on which she lay.
A sudden spasm of horror and shame took hold of her
mind as she imagined how she must look, lying there
exposed, her belly sperm-filled, next to a strange man
standing nakedly over her. Raising her head, she could
see that they were still obscenely connected by a thin
gleaming string of sticky sperm that stretched downward
from the head of his limply hanging cock and across her
thigh to disappear down the blonde curling valley
between her thighs. It pulled taut and then broke as he
turned away to pick up his grayish cotton shorts that
lay on the floor beside the couch.
"How'd you like it, honey?" the naked middle-aged man
grinned pervertedly as he stepped into his underpants.
"Now, aren't you glad your hubby wasn't home today?"
"Oh, God, can't you just leave me alone?" the young
wife said miserably. "You've gotten what you wanted
from me, now just go away... please," she whispered
meekly as she saw a now-familiar sardonic grin spread
across his grizzled face. "Won't you please just leave
me alone now?"
"Hmmph, it's hard to believe that you're the same hot-
assed little bitch who was screaming and twitching for
more cock only a minute ago," he said, staring
pointedly at her still-trembling body. "Maybe you need
another round to settle you down."
"Oh! God, no, I couldn't," she gasped in horror, then
blushed at his chuckle of amusement. It was impossible
to deal with this ruffian, she self-righteously
decided, and quickly grabbed her robe up from the floor
to cover her nakedness from his laughing gaze. Even
that meager gesture seemed to give her back a little of
her self-respect and lifting her chin with as much
dignity as she could muster under the circumstances,
she impatiently watched him don his pants and ancient
sweater.
"Don't feel bad, honey, not many women could do it
twice in a row with me," he assured her conceitedly as
he sat at the other end of the couch to put on his
heavy boots and lace them up. His eyes sparkled as he
added, "When you feel up to a good fuck again, you can
always find me down the road."
That was the last straw for the humiliated blonde girl.
Heedless of the yellow robe that slipped to the carpet
as she rose to her feet, Diane strode over to the
chuckling man, her hands clenching tightly into angry
fists. Never in her life had she been so angry and
insulted and without thinking, she drew back her arm
and prepared to deliver the most powerful wallop she
could to the caretaker's smirking face. But he was
faster than she and in the next moment she felt both of
her hands being held together in an iron grip and,
before she knew what had happened, she was lying on the
sofa once again, her arms and legs sprawling obscenely
in the position of her fall. Above her, Jack Green
hovered menacingly for a moment, then stepped back,
laughing out loud.
"Damn, I can understand now why your hubby doesn't want
to mess too much with that pretty little pussy of
yours," he rasped as his hilarity subsided. He shook
his head in mock disbelief. "Never heard of a woman who
didn't like to be fucked before. Maybe you've been
spending too much time with those goddamn dogs, honey."
His mocking comment came altogether too close to the
real truth of the situation and Diane's eyes lowered
shamefully as she remembered how the man had found her
earlier that morning. Unable to bear one more word of
the man's teasing banter, she pressed her palms tightly
against the sides of her head and silently prayed for
some sort of merciful end to this seeming eternity of
torturous degradation.
Miraculously, when she looked up a few moments later,
he was gone. She could barely believe that it was
over... almost. For above the whining and barking of
the dogs that had suddenly begun outside, she heard the
stranger's mocking laughter ringing loudly in the woods
around the house. It was not until it faded into the
distance that she could bring herself to move from
where he had flung her onto the sofa... and then, at
the sight of his muddy footprints on the rug and her
soiled yellow robe, she broke down completely and wept
out her torrent of shame and regret at the lewd
adultery she had just committed on her own husband's
couch...
Chapter 5
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Late that night, the snug rustic Hartley home in Oak
Tree had an almost festive appearance from the outside,
little blazes of light shooting out through the windows
to brighten the clearing surrounding the structure.
Inside, however, Diane Hartley paced around like a
caged tigress, opening and closing doors as she
manufactured one excuse after another to search through
the rooms, reacting to some undefined fear that had
lodged in her unsettled mind after the sun had set over
the forest.
Having made what was probably her twentieth tour of the
house since darkness had closed in around her, she sat
down at the kitchen table still heaped with Bill's
clothing that needed mending. She picked up the needle
and thread from the floor where they had fallen when
she had thought she heard some peculiar sound outside a
few minutes before, and went back to work repairing a
torn pocket on one of her husband's wool shirts.
It was silly to be so nervous, she admonished herself,
for, after all, she had spent many evenings alone in
their house and not been afraid. But that was before
she knew that the dense woods out there harbored other
creatures more menacing than the gentle deer and shy
rabbits that occasionally she had seen there. She
strained her ears for any sound from the kennels but
the German Shepherds were evidently peacefully asleep
and no other sound interrupted the woodland quietness.
She knotted and cut the thread she had been using, then
tossed the mended shirt beside her on another chair.
After several soundless moments had passed, she rose
and walked back toward the living room. She winced
slightly as she entered the room and glanced at the red
velour couch on which Jack Green had crawled between
her wide-spread legs and fucked her into submission
that morning. A dull ache still throbbed in her bruised
loins and she tried vainly not to think about the cause
of it.
The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she
found herself realizing all over again that she had
actually betrayed her own husband behind his back. She
had allowed another man, a low class stranger, to
seduce her and had actually responded to the debasing
experience like some cheap whore whose existence
depended upon the presence of a hard male penis between
her legs. The slight soreness in her ravaged genitals
was a small enough price to pay for the adulterous way
that she had behaved that morning.
"Don't think about it, just don't think about it, or
you're going to start crying again," she said aloud,
finding comfort in the sound of a human voice, even her
own, in the house. She had spent most of the afternoon
weeping as she lay stretched out on the bed, reliving
her shame and guilt over and over again, but not even
that great flood of tears could soften the horrible
memory of what she had done, had allowed to happen to
her young body in the throes of her own desire.
Later that afternoon, she had dozed off, exhausted by
her racking grief and by the intensely emotional and
physical ordeal itself. When she had wakened, she had
felt relieved at first, certain that it had all been
nothing but a bad dream. She a risen from the bed, in
which she had been cowering like a criminal for hours,
and felt the tender soreness of her harshly-used
breasts. Even the soft nylon nightgown that she had put
on sent sharp pangs of pain running through the firm
white mounds as the material rubbed against the raw,
tooth-marked tips. And yet, worse than the pain, there
was the awful knowledge that she, a formerly faithful
young bride, had truly enjoyed the caretaker's fiendish
rape of her succulent young body.
There would never be any way that she could justify the
wantonness that had over-powered her, had caused her to
lurch and writhe toward her own vulgar fulfillment
under her attacker's pounding body. Before today, she
would never have believed that she could have behaved
like such a common slut and now she could not help but
be terrified as she wondered what was to become of her
and her marriage after this.
It was an ominous and frightening thing for her to face
by herself and as dusk had fallen around the house,
Diane had felt her fear building to unmanageable
proportions. Irrational as it seemed, she was terrified
that there might be someone outside the house, someone
waiting for the right opportunity to slip inside and...
and... well, she didn't know exactly what might happen,
but she was no longer so self-assured that she could
handle any difficult situation that confronted her.
Prowling through her home, Diane considered turning on
the radio or television, anything for company, but she
knew she would not be able to sit still long enough to
listen or watch. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep
tonight and made no effort to try. A night-owl's
mournful cry outside the house made her shudder and,
when she realized that there was really nothing to be
afraid of, she sat down in the kitchen again, wearily
brushing a blonde curl away from the side of her pale,
worried face. She knew that she would have to calm down
soon or go out of her mind with fear and irrational
dread.
She picked up one of Bill's sports-jackets that had a
button hanging loosely from the side pocket and dropped
it on the breakfast table, but not even her guilt could
make her like the prospect of repairing the garment. It
seemed so useless now, as though everything had changed
forever and it was senseless to even think of her
husband's wearing clothes that she had mended. If only
he were here, she thought somberly, somehow she might
be able to explain everything that had happened and he
would understand, comfort her. He would somehow know
that none of it had been her fault, not really, and he
would kiss away her wretched unhappiness and tears of
shame.
In the next moment, her gaze fell on the blue wall
beside the kitchen sink and lingered thoughtfully on
the telephone receiver hanging there on its cradle.
Maybe... maybe she would call him... She rose abruptly
and walked to the bulletin board on the wall beside the
telephone. As she flipped through the tacked-up notes
that Bill always left there each time before he left on
a business trip, she smiled with the anticipation of
hearing his deep masculine voice. At last, she found
one of the business cards with the address and
telephone number of the kennel he was visiting. If she
got in touch with the owners, perhaps they would know
the name and number of the nearby motel where Bill was
staying.
She lifted the receiver and began to call the long-
distance number but when she had finished dialing the
area code, an unexpected stab of doubt caused her
outstretched hand to stall and then finally drop to her
side. No, there was no way to explain this, she
suddenly realized; at least, she could never make
everything sound right and true over the telephone. He
would probably be all the more upset by her sketchy
emotional account of the affair than if he heard it
first-hand from her in person.
If he had not taken their only car, maybe she would
have driven up to see him, even though it would mean
that the dogs would be left alone for a whole day. But
there was no car and, now that she thought about it,
she would no doubt have just as hard a time telling him
what had happened face-to-face as over the telephone.
The hopeful smile drained away from her pretty youthful
face as she realized the true futility of her position.
God, how do you tell a man that his own supposedly-
faithful wife spent the morning groaning and writhing
adulterously, legs spread shamelessly wide under
another man's hard-driving penis? Even to her, it
sounded too shocking and insane to be true, and even if
she were able to convince him that it had all happened
as it did, why should he ever forgive her? Even she was
not certain that the horrible episode had happened as
she remembered it now. Maybe her own mind was playing
cruel tricks on her now and she had been far more
responsible for the obscene interlude than she dared to
realize.
Well, it was her responsibility to protect Bill from
the ghastly truth, she decided, because she loved him
too much to cause him suffering simply for the sake of
clearing her own conscience. She would try to stick
this out in silence and suffer alone for her terrible
mistake. And yet, it would be hard. She knew that she
would never be able to curl up in his lap again and nip
playfully at his ear in girlish innocence without
remembering Jack Green and how she had actually
submitted to his filthy rape of her shamelessly-willing
cunt. It would be like a penance that she would have to
bear by herself, a scar that she would have to hide for
the sake of her husband. Yes, time might dull the
memory but it would never completely erase it.
Chapter 6
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"Hey, hey Wolf, slow down boy," Diane commanded as she
tugged at the plaited leather leash that the huge
animal had almost wrenched out of her hand. The
enormous animal had apparently caught some interesting
scent in his nostrils and wanted to follow it but the
flush-faced young blonde fought to guide him back onto
the trail.
It was a magnificent day, unexpectedly warm and sunny,
and the forest ground was springy under her feet. The
usual gray haze of the morning had dissolved and now,
just after mid-day, the sun was blazing down
brilliantly, cooled only by a light breeze from the
south that ruffled and swept away the last traces of
clouds. She was aware of the late hour, troubled by the
thought that this was grooming day for the dogs and she
had to be home in time to brush and comb each one of
them carefully while there was still enough light.
It was the day after her indecision about confessing to
Bill and she had awakened that morning feeling slightly
better. In the clear light of the dawn, she had
resolved that her conclusion last night, not to tell
Bill anything about what had happened, was a good idea
and now she should make every effort to forget the
nightmarish experience. It would do her no good at all
to dwell on the horrible memories of the cruel rape and
besides, she had made up her mind to avoid any further
contact with that common man, Jack Green, again.
Surely he realized that she could get him into serious
trouble legally if she ever wanted to go to the police
with the story of how he had sexually assaulted her...
in her own home. No matter what kind of woman the
caretaker had thought she was after finding her in that
compromising position with Wolf, he had no real right
to force her to make love with him, to mock and taunt
her through it all as though she were some kind of
sluttish idiot.
Yet... yet, if she was so certain of her position, why
had she backed out last evening when she started to
telephone Bill via the kennel owners? It returned to
her with full force that her rendition of the last
three days' events would sound to anyone, especially to
a husband who was extremely conscious of his
masculinity, like a girlish fairy-tale or simply a
deliberate lie. She heaved a deep sigh and continued on
along the trail as she thought back on the seemingly
normal events of that morning.
She had risen from her lonely bed, slipped into blue-
jeans and a soft black knit shirt, and then made
herself a hearty breakfast. The day before, she had
been too upset to even think of eating and this morning
she had gulped down a massive breakfast of toast, eggs,
and coffee to counteract her overall feeling of
weakness and to help her think more rationally.
It was as though she were suspended in some kind of
delicate balance between right and wrong, frustration
and happiness. Though she still felt unspeakably
disgusted about her own spontaneous lusting reaction to
Jack Green's obscene usage of her helpless body
yesterday morning, she had begun to consider again the
idea that much of what had happened was really partly
Bill's fault. Then, there was the unavoidable fact that
he often did leave her alone out here in the woods,
heedless of her loneliness, while he went off for days
on his frequent business trips... and more important,
as far as her guilt was concerned, she recalled how he
had not bothered to take the time and trouble to really
satisfy her when they had made love before he had gone
away Sunday afternoon.
If he had been only a little more loving and
thoughtful, she had decided as she sipped at the
steaming black coffee earlier that morning, she
undoubtedly would not have been so vulnerable to the
strange sexual occurrences that had filled her days
alone since he had departed. Not that she was trying to
avoid her true share of the blame, she rationalized,
but it was comforting to know that she was not evil
through and through, a woman who would spread her legs
for any man who made an offer to satisfy her.
After what had happened yesterday with the grey-haired
caretaker and the strange incident with the dog
outside, she had been almost out of her mind as she had
sat at the kitchen table, with a look of worried
distress on her face about the actual nature of her
personality. Now, though, she was slowly beginning to
understand the terrible sexual strain she had been
subjected to ever since Bill had left the house. She
found that she could at least live with herself now. It
was a good thing, too, because she was certain that she
might have been capable of trying to run away, or even
an attempt at suicide, if she had gone on feeling the
way she had been feeling last night.
Panting from the exertion of keeping Wolf's monstrous
black and tan bulk from pulling her off the trail and
into the forest, Diane decided to sit down on the thick
trunk of a fallen tree. It was the first time that she
had taken any of the dogs for a walk this way in the
woods behind their house, and as she rested her
curvaceous young body on the hard, damp log, she mulled
over the practicality of exerting herself so much. But
yes, she felt that she owed Wolf at least this little
treat after she had found the feed sack lying outside
his kennel this morning, when she had walked out of the
house to start her chores with the dogs and had
realized that the poor brute, like herself, had spent
the whole day yesterday without a bite of food.
She had felt a pang of pity when she had seen the
starving animal straining against the wire fence of his
run, his fierce golden eyes fixed on the open bag of
dog meal. She had felt guilty about her negligence of
the dogs and had rushed through her feeding and
watering of them so that she could have enough time to
exercise Wolf and herself while it was still light
enough to see.
The two of them had been strolling through the forest
for almost twenty minutes now, farther than Diane
remembered ever having walked here before.
She knew they probably should turn back soon, but she
hated the idea of returning to the house and the
kennels. Here among the towering trees, she felt free
of sadness and the disappointment that had been marring
her married life with Bill. She could almost imagine
what it might be like to be a little woodland creature
whose existence was uncomplicated by guilt and
emotional responsibilities.
As she sat there lost in thought, her eyes full of the
poetic scene around her, she noticed Wolf sitting
patiently at her feet, his massive head resting lightly
on her knee.
She lifted her hand to good-naturedly scratch his head
and wondered how this gentle creature could be the same
dog whose slithering tongue had invaded her most secret
flesh, lapping hungrily at her tight young vagina until
she was out of her mind with ecstasy.
Even the memory of the strange happening sent a little
flash of excitement through her soft belly and she
wondered whatever could have possessed the dog to make
him do such a thing. At the time, she had been numb
with fear, too terrified to think of anything but that
the huge dog had actually wanted to rape her. Yet,
after yesterday morning with Jack Green, she knew more
what a real rape was. In retrospect, the gentle
ministrations of the animal's long pink tongue seemed
less horrifying. Undoubtedly, the dumb brute had had no
idea of what he was doing, had been attracted only by
the light enticing scent of her female parts. Certainly
he could not have known what effect his thick wet
tongue would have on her sex-starved body, she decided
calmly.
Impulsively, she slipped down off the flat-topped log
to sit on the leaf-covered earth beside the great furry
animal, encircling his warm body with one arm.
Obviously delighted with the amount of affection he was
receiving that morning, Wolf whined happily and covered
her face with moist licking kisses. Diane smiled and
ducked her head away, hugging him as she did so, and
thinking ruefully that he was perhaps the best friend
she had at the moment.
He did not make fun of her, as her own husband often
did, and she admitted to herself with a downcast
melancholic little grin that this animal had
unwittingly given her a truly pleasant sexual
experience. At least Wolf had not talked about their
money problems when he was licking her vagina yesterday
morning.
Little by little, it occurred to her that she was
thinking erotically again, that she was exciting
herself by just thinking about what had happened in the
dog's kennel yesterday. The very idea shattered her
mellow mood and, in irritation, she quickly tied Wolf's
leash around a nearby sapling and rose to try to walk
off the unwanted excitement. But, aroused as she was,
even the brushing of her clothes against her body
seemed to feed the passion that had crept up on her as
she contemplated yesterday morning.
It was crazy, she knew, but even now she was tempted to
let the exciting animal lick her again. Who would see
her out here in the forest? Did one more time really
make that much difference now? she wondered longingly.
Before she had even taken two steps away from the
fallen tree, the lovely flaxen-haired girl stopped and
looked back, almost longingly. Wolf was still sitting
where she had left him, his liquid eyes trustingly
reflecting her own gaze. Perhaps she could just play
with herself a little bit, she thought wickedly. There
was nothing wrong with that and she did need release so
badly just now. Almost as soon as the thought had
entered her mind, Diane found herself starting to slip
out of her blue-jeans and shirt, shivering a little as
her creamy flesh was exposed to the light, cool breeze
that moved gently through the trees. She discarded one
garment after another on the shade-mottled path, then
moved back to settle herself on the ground again beside
the log, delighting in the light pricking sensation of
the fallen oak leaves against the smooth naked cheeks
of her buttocks.
The young blonde wife leaned back against the rough
surface of the fallen tree trunk, closing her wide blue
eyes as her hands lifted to her full jutting breasts.
Her nipples were already diamond-hard and she felt as
though she would be able to reach orgasm in a matter of
minutes. Wolf whined softly for attention and she
absentmindedly reached out to pet him as her other hand
drifted down over her tiny waist to the blonde curling
triangle of her pubic hair below. Her full curving hips
lifted in willing acceptance of the tiny electric
chills of sensation that danced lightly over her satin-
like skin when one finger of her left hand brushed down
over her nakedly exposed cuntal slit.
"Well, little lady, you just don't ever get enough, do
you?"
Even though the sound of his voice was immediately
familiar, Jack Green's words made Diane's eyes jerk
open in horror. God, he was not more than a few feet
away from her on the narrow tree- lined path. He was
holding two dead rabbits in his right hand and a wide,
lewd grin creased his face.
"What... what are you doing here?" was all she could
manage to say as she drew her naked legs tightly up
against her body in a futile attempt to hide herself
from his piercing eyes.
"Just catching my dinner, honey," he said, waving the
dead animals at her, "and I've been thinking about your
hot young pussy, too. I didn't want to rush you again
right away, but if I'd known you wanted to get it
plowed good and proper again so soon, I would've been
over here a lot sooner."
"I don't want it -- I only want you to go away," she
said coldly, regaining a little of her composure, not
bothering even to excuse her embarrassing situation to
the older man. After what he had done to her yesterday,
she did not care what he thought of her now. She wanted
only that she should never see him again.
"Now don't be like that," he chuckled, dropping the
rabbits and walking toward her. "You don't have to use
that damned dog while I'm still in good shape, honey."
His eyes flickered appreciatively over her huddled body
causing the young girl's mind to suddenly rebel against
his attitude of possessive familiarity.
"Mr. Green," she said, glaring at him icily, "I am not
your 'honey.' I did what... what I did yesterday
because you forced me to do it. Now, if you don't leave
me alone this minute, I'm going to call the police when
I get home and tell them about what has happened."
"You gonna tell them how much you liked it, honey?" he
said, smiling, his watery greenish eyes staring
straight back into hers.
"Liked it!" Diane spat back at him. She wanted more
than anything in the world to somehow hurt this vile,
small man because of the indescribable humiliation he
had heaped upon her defenseless body. "I don't know how
anyone could like being even close to you, let alone...
let alone letting you touch her. Look at you, you
filthy old man. You're stupid and you smell and you
make me sick. You're revolting and disgusting!"
Almost before the words were out of her mouth, Diane
was sorry. In her sudden uncontrollable desire to
revenge her own weak surrender, she had forgotten how
capable this man was of cruelty. She almost reached out
her hand to apologize and say that she did not really
mean those things but his hard cool stare cut her
short.
"You do that, little lady. You go to the police, but
you better do it fast, because I'm heading home myself
right now. And I'm going to tell all my friends exactly
how I found you yesterday morning and again today naked
on the ground with that dog. I'll probably get to see
quite a few of my friends before the police catch up
with me, and your hubby's going to be mighty surprised
when the neighborhood gossip catches up with him one of
these days."
"Oh, my God, you can't! You wouldn't dare!" she gasped.
Her blue, horror-stricken eyes followed him as he
turned to walk back down the path away from her, off
into the woods. She leapt to her feet and started
running after him, her full naked breasts jiggling
heavily with each jarring step she took. "Please, wait!
I didn't mean it! I won't call the police or anything!
Just don't tell anyone what you've seen and done!
Please!"
He stopped walking away and turned around to face her,
running his eyes greedily over her naked flesh. "Well,
I might just keep my mouth shut," he offered, "if you
convinced me just a little bit."
"Oh, God, I'll do anything, anything! Bill would never
be able to forgive me!"
Jack Green's lust-filled eyes quickly locked on the
soft enticing sight of her firm erect breasts, the
memory of their smooth hard-nippled fullness causing
his big hands to twitch hungrily. Suddenly he reached
down and caught hold of her wrist, jerking her body
close against his. Diane could hear Wolf snarling
behind her, straining at his leash, but she had tied
him tightly to the slim young tree and she knew that
there was no hope of his coming to rescue her.
"You're a sexy little bitch," Jack hissed down into her
face. "I knew you and I would have to get together
again sometime soon. My prick's already aching to get
into that sweet little cunt of yours." He pulled her to
him roughly and smothered her soft wet lips with his
fleshy open mouth. She struggled against him
instinctively, but it was useless. His callused hands
clutched brutally at her bulging tender breasts, the
delectable white globes that were still sensitively
sore from yesterday's bruising treatment. Her
frightened struggles seemed only to incite him further
and he ground his rough dirty palms into the
palpitating fleshy mounds, panting heavily. "Okay, tell
me what you want!" he demanded.
"I-I want you to fuck me again like you did yesterday
on my living room couch," she said dully, barely able
to believe that she was in the same situation all over
again. "Just do it to me quick and get it over with."
Diane felt him stiffen and then suddenly he pushed her
away from him with such force that she fell down to the
soft coating of leaves at his feet.
"You stuck-up little bitch!" he spat out viciously. "I
probably gave you the best fuck of your life yesterday
and now you tell me that! All right, then, I'm going to
teach you a thing or two about respect, and you'd
better do exactly what I tell you to do or your hubby's
going to be the laughing-stock of Oak Trees!"
Diane did not answer... she was unable to speak... she
was too frightened and too ashamed. She could not put
aside the thought of Bill's ever finding out what she
had been doing. There was no question in her mind but
that this horrible man intended to do everything he had
threatened to do and she knew that her marriage to Bill
would never survive something like that. Somehow, she
would have to make herself do whatever he commanded so
that Bill would never know about the horrible adultery
she had committed right in their own home.
"W-what is it you want me to do?" she heard herself
question in a meek, quavering voice.
A wicked salacious leer curled the grey-haired man's
lips. His red tongue shot out of his mouth and began to
lick at the dry corners of his lips as he stared down
at the delightfully ripe contours of her naked body
cowering on the ground before him. "First, get up on
your knees in front of me," he snarled, taking a step
closer toward her still-prostrate body.
Diane crouched before him, chilled with terror, unable
to cry out or even to think as the realization of what
he was going to make her do filled her fogged brain.
She had never done such a thing, even with Bill, her
own husband, and now the very idea of such a depraved
act like taking a man's prick into her mouth filled her
with nausea. And yet, she would do anything in the
world she could to keep Bill from finding out about her
betrayal. She had no choice but to submit. Slowly and
reluctantly, she rose to her knees and stared dumbly
out in front of her. "Well, damn it, take out my cock!
Why do you think you're down there?" He entangled his
hand in her long, golden hair and twisted it cruelly,
pulling her head down and forward, grinding his crotch
against her face at the same time so that she could
feel the hardness of his already-erect penis beneath
the rough material of his pants.
She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined to
somehow live through this... this trial... without any
further struggles. Reaching upward, she fumbled
awkwardly with the zipper on his trousers to take out
the giant throbbing cock underneath.
"Hurry it up, honey," he barked cruelly down at her,
impatient with her slowness in unzipping his fly. "I'm
gonna cum in my pants before you ever get it out!"
A moment later the zipper came free and the huge fleshy
instrument burst out into the air through the opening
in the material. Jack grabbed her hand and wrapped it
around the thick fleshy cudgel, slowly skinning it back
so that the giant red fleshy head popped out from the
thick foreskin a scant few inches from her face and her
bulging eyes.
"Come on, you know what to do with it, honey," the
caretaker taunted hoarsely. "Rub it around on your lips
and then lick it clean from top to bottom. It's still
got some of your dried cum on it from yesterday. I just
couldn't bear to wash it off!"
The nauseating thought almost caused Diane to gag. She
was certain she could still detect her soft feminine
vaginal odors on him.
Oh, God, she could never suck that horrible thing... it
was more than she could bear... but then she thought of
Bill and what this man would tell the neighbors and
submissively closed her eyes.
Her long pink tongue darted out tentatively and she
licked down the full length of the rigid thick flesh.
She was sickened by the thought of her mouth being used
this way, as a receptacle of lust for this horrible man
and the lewd sperm he was going to pump down into her
unwilling throat. She had no doubt that he would expect
her to swallow his gushing semen and she knew she would
probably choke and be sick for a long time afterwards.
"All right, little lady, suck it now! By God, it better
be good, too," he barked, grinning.
To her surprise, the taste was not nearly as bad as she
had anticipated, merely a pungent earthy tang that she
slowly decided must be mostly from her, yesterday. Her
full lips parted and she lowered her face uncertainly
to place a wet tickling kiss on the huge rubbery head,
and she lifted up her hands, reaching toward his
smooth, heavy testicles with one of them, grazing her
dainty tapered nails tantalizingly over the hairy
flaccid flesh.
The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock
where it soared from the crinkly grey pubic hair
covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, her
fingers unable to fully encircle the huge girth, and
pulled up and then down hard, skinning back the
foreskin until the large gleaming head stood alone and
naked against the softness of her thirsty lips. She
began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning
at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of
it to the bottom and then wetly back up to the tip
again. She caressed it longer than she knew she should,
not being able just yet to bring herself to put it in
her mouth.
But the caretaker could wait no more. With a gurgle
deep in his throat, he reached down to lock his hands
behind her head and thrust his loins upwards with the
strength of a bull. Diane resisted for a moment, doubt
colliding with desire in her mind, but it was too late.
He was pushing against her, forcing the wide head of
his thick prick into her mouth. She mumbled out the
first sounds of fear she felt and tried to shake her
head away, but he held her tightly and she could not
move. She could only clench her lips and teeth firmly
together and try to keep the monster away. But he would
not be denied. He increased the pressure; it felt as
though her lips were being pushed back through the
sharpness of her teeth.
He groaned and struggled against her resisting lips,
feeling them parting, bit by tiny bit, until suddenly
with the aid of an extra lunge he slipped his cock-head
into her helplessly gasping mouth, penetrating through
her soft, moist lips and into the warm, wet cavern
beyond. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up
the length of her tongue and filling her mouth
completely with its hot slippery wetness.
"Ooooh, baby," he said, "that husband of yours don't
know what he's missing. Your sweet little mouth slips
over my cock like melted butter." Diane heard him gasp
harshly as he began a slow lascivious rhythmic
undulation of his hips up into her helplessly upraised
face. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as more
and more saliva seemed to fill her mouth everywhere
except where she was filled by Jack Green's great
flexing penis now protruding banana-like from her
thinly stretched lips. Her oral orifice was ovalled and
seemed ready to split open at any instant.
The grey-haired man groaned above her as he slid his
thick lust-inflated cock in and out of her sucking
mouth with a wet sluicing sound, guiding her head with
his hand, his fingers ensnarled in her pale hair. He
watched her cheeks puffing out as he filled her warm
mouth, bobbing up and down on the turgid head of his
huge prick. His sadistic grin widened with each thrust
he made into her trapped face and he forced his thick
sword of flesh deeper and deeper between her red
straining lips as she groaned in servile acceptance
between his hairy legs. He suddenly jerked his rock-
hard penis away from her mouth, taunting her.
"Wait a minute," he commanded as he stepped back from
her swaying body. She raised her eyes in an expression
of mixed dread and anxiousness as the caretaker began
to remove his trousers. "We might as well make this fun
for both of us, right, honey?"
Diane stared apprehensively as he walked a few feet
down the path to where the great dog lay uneasily
beside the tree to which he was tied. Jack lay down on
the ground, settling his feet on either side of Wolf's
furry head. Underneath his grimy sweater, the
caretaker's loins were naked and completely exposed,
his massive, up-thrusting shaft of hard flesh jutting
out like a log over the huge sac of sperm-filled balls
hanging beneath.
"All right, honey, get over here," he ordered crisply.
"Get down between my legs and kneel up on all fours.
Let's see if your hairy friend here has taught you
anything."
The pretty, young housewife felt chills run up her
spine at his words. As she crawled over to him in a
semi-stupor of terror and humiliation, afraid to
disobey, not allowing herself to think of what she was
doing for fear she would lose her mind, she pictured
clearly the lewd position she was in.
He grasped her head between both hands, pressing the
huge fleshy penis between her forced-open lips,
slipping her saliva- soaked mouth down over its full
rigid length. Nothing mattered to her anymore except to
get this horrible ordeal over with and to do what she
had to do, no matter what, to get away from this
despicable man.
"That's fine, little lady, just fine," Jack rasped,
pushing his giant cock further into Diane's warm
velvety mouth. Then, lifting his head to look beyond
her crouching form to where the massive German Shepherd
lay, he called, "Here, boy, come on. She's all ready
and waiting for you."
The beautiful twenty-one-year-old bride tensed as she
heard Wolf whine softly behind her but she continued to
suck slavishly on the thick pole of flesh, milking at
the loathsome man's prick to end the ordeal as soon as
possible. Then, she heard the rustling of dead leaves
as the champion dog lumbered to his feet and she felt
something cold and wet back between her upraised
buttocks a moment later.
She stiffened and jerked at the cold, moist touches
against her sensitive genitals, as the dog began to
lick her, and when the huge animal growled in warning
for her to be still, she realized it was not his loins
against her, but his nose. Oh, God, he was going to
lick her between her legs again! She felt her fear of
the animal returning with full force and instinctively
withdrew her mouth from the caretaker's long straining
cock, her wide-open eyes fixed on the stranger named
Jack Green.
"Don't try to tell me you don't like that dog's tongue
on your pussy, honey," he chuckled sarcastically. "I
saw you yesterday morning, remember? Now you just get
back to sucking MY cock before I decide to spread
around the word about you anyway."
He entwined both of his hands around her lowered head
and pressed it downward, thrusting his hips upward at
the same time. Diane felt as though she would choke to
death as the fleshy shaft penetrated deep into her
mouth. She gagged slightly at the choking entry,
struggling to regain her breath. It came in great
gasping rushes as she sucked in air as Wolf's cold
searching nose suddenly rubbed against her tiny
cringing anus.
Grunts of protest escaped from the thin-stretched
tightness of her lips and she clenched her buttocks
against the taunting torment of the brute's icy touch.
Then, as the dog growled ominously behind her, she
began to relax in humiliated resignation, realizing
that there was little hope for her to avoid this
perverted act. There was nothing she could do.
She felt Wolf begin to lap hungrily at the deep cleft
between her parted thighs, his hot tongue sliding wetly
over the area of her loins from the tiny hairless
little anus up to the warm hair-lined lips of her
vagina, flicking finally against the tiny jerking bud
of her clitoris. Electrical tingles of intoxicating
pleasure followed its path as it laved relentlessly
between her opened thighs, pausing occasionally to
lunge deeply into her narrow vaginal channel.
Diane struggled valiantly against the effect of the
gentle dog-licking of the vibrant flesh back between
her open buttocks but, slowly, the very lewdness and
helplessness of her situation came clear to her. She
pictured herself as she was now, her body trapped
obscenely between two rutting male animals... a human
male's cock sunk deep in her unwilling mouth and a
dog's long wet tongue slavering ceaselessly at her
naked behind. A strange masochistic excitement began to
well up from deep in her belly, up to the tips of her
swelling breasts, as she envisioned how she must look
in this debasing kneeling position.
She was doing this for Bill! she reminded herself
desperately. She had to remember her husband. She
mustn't forget... mustn't let herself... again.
She groaned aloud as Wolf's relentlessly probing tongue
shot deep up into the moist passage of her vagina. The
hot, unwanted desire rising deep in her trembling belly
became a rapid torrent once more and she began to move
her naked buttocks high up behind her in a small
grinding circular movement, constricting the outer lips
of her tight little cunt muscles back over the obscene
animal tongue burrowing relentlessly into her.
Suddenly, insanely, she wanted to exploit it to the
limit, to feel her entrails filled with it and to cum
as she had the day before. She sucked wildly at the
caretaker's massive pistoning cock in her mouth, almost
gagging, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his
every thrust. It was the first time she had ever tasted
cock and now it was sliding deep down into her throat
as she fought for breath, managing to catch quick gulps
of precious air on the outstroke of his thrustings. The
caretaker's soft, swollen balls slapped harder up
against her chin as he fucked happily between her
widely-ovalled young lips, giving her almost all he
had.
She was beyond fighting this lewd rape of her mouth and
cunt from behind. She could no longer even visualize
what was happening to her... she was all sensation and
mentally raving like a slave to the erotic fury that
had taken control of her within a mere matter of
minutes. Even the stale odor of sweat that was now
around Jack Green's loins, maddened her, filling her
nostrils with a constant reminder of the perverse
attack she was being subjected to at both ends of her
desire-inflamed body. Dazing pulsations thumped at the
bounds of her brain and she was growing close to
bursting with ecstasy, was twitching and twisting,
slavering saliva and semen from the corners of her
tensely out-stretched lips.
"Well, now, look at you... you don't think it's so
awful now, do you, honey?" Jack gasped as he raised his
shaggy head from the ground to watch her soft wet mouth
clasped greedily around his huge throbbing prick
fucking lewdly upward into her lovely, penis- filled
face. His pubic hair was saturated with the juices
dribbling from the edges of her warmly-milking mouth
and her entire body was in fierce and total motion. The
thin tensile rim of her lips clung to his stiffened rod
of flesh as though held there by some unseen force as
her now passion-contorted face licked and sucked
hungrily.
Even the caretaker himself was surprised by the
increasing wantonness of her demonical attack. She was
sucking at his swelling member like a starving whore
and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to disappear
completely into her face as he rammed upward, trying to
bury it all the way in her throat. He felt her soft
warm hand reaching again under his cock to cup and
squeeze his balls, pulling on them lightly as her head
was driven obscenely upward with each lunge he made
into her.
Diane had begun to pray inwardly... pray to some pagan
god that the magnificent animal-lover behind her would
lick her to completion. She was aflame with the fires
of lewd passion that were about to consume her and she
prayed that the huge hairy beast would satisfy her as
he almost had before. All reason had left her and she
thought of herself as nothing more than a mass of
sensitive flesh, created for this lust-maddened moment.
Behind her she could feel Wolf's tongue snaking deep
into her torturously flaring cunt then slithering out
to lave at the erectly tingling bud of her clitoris.
She felt that she was going mad... but, oh God, what an
exquisite insanity! She was changing, beginning to want
the grey-haired man to cum in her mouth, to spurt his
white thick sperm far up into her suddenly
uncontrollably-hungering throat. Already she was wild
with anticipation, groaning out her submission to the
lewd desires racing through her doubly ravished body.
"Tighten your lips harder around my cock, you
cocksucking little bitch!" he snarled at the slaving
girl, his voice harsh and dry with passion.
Diane followed his bidding unthinkingly, at the same
moment feeling herself tighten all over with the heat
of increasing excitement rising throughout her sex-
possessed body.
Suddenly his moment arrived like a surprise hurricane.
The middle-aged caretaker jerked suddenly as though
lashed with exquisite pain and jammed his wiry hips up
tightly into her face, sinking the whole fantastic
length of his long hard cock deeply into her wide-
stretched throat. She could not breathe, could not
care, as the incredible prick erupted hotly into the
warm soft interior of her silky sucking mouth, and vile
oaths of passion spewed from his gasping lips. His hot
thick sperm squirted into her distended throat like a
rush of raging lava through a storm-drain and she
sucked and swallowed wildly, her smooth cheeks
inflating and deflating from the pressure of the man's
hotly bursting dam of cum.
It lasted forever, it seemed, her throat barely able to
accept the torrents of warmly-cascading liquid. She
swallowed faster to keep from choking as he grunted out
his last spurts in final fulfillment, the monstrous
prick slowly deflating inside her wide-stretched mouth.
She kept on sucking, milking every last drop of his
warm white cum from his deflating cock while behind her
the great German Shepherd continued to lap hungrily at
her upturned young cunt with his wildly-licking tongue.
Now, at last, her senses were completely conquered, no
longer her own, and she clung to their neighbor's
caretaker's rhythmically-jerking hips as her own
reeling orgasm stiffened her body, flooding out in wet
sensual waves of cum around the thick wet dog tongue
buried deep in her hotly-quivering cunt. The scalding
fluids ran out of her in hot streams, making her pink
cunt-lips glisten as it ran down the insides of her
soft trembling thighs.
It was indescribably satisfying and the whole of her
back-thrust loins felt wet and ravished beyond words.
She was actually crying tears of ecstasy, the shiny
drops pouring from her blue eyes and down her cock-
impaled face like liquid jewels. After the man had shot
the last of his sticky hot sperm into her mouth, she
released the caretaker's softening cock, its thick
length slipping from her widely-pursed lips with a
slight pop. She fell forward then across his exhausted
body, her own strength sapped as never before.
"Did you say your hubby'd never forgive you?" the older
man gasped after a few minutes of silence as they both
fought to catch their breath.
Oh, God, he's going to start it again, Diane thought
despairingly. She did not even answer but merely rolled
her naked young body over on her back on the dank
ground with her arms and legs obscenely spread, not
caring. She could feel the caretaker's lewd wet sperm
drying on her chin where some of it had spilled from
the corners of her bruised mouth. She could also sense
the wetness of her own cum juices still flowing out of
her dog-lapped vagina, running down the sensitive
insides of her loins like tickling trails of warmth.
She had not even noticed when Wolf's saliva-drenched
tongue had pulled away from her orgasm-flooded backside
and was unaware that he had moved off to the end of his
leash to curl up at the foot of the sapling, sound
asleep. At this point, she could not move or even care
about covering her shameful nakedness.
The combination of satiation and humiliation was more
than the young wife could cope with just now. God, she
was a worse whore than she had thought! Not only had
her willing body reacted to the perverse act of sucking
this man, Jack Green, a lowly caretaker's cock, but she
had also gone wild with the slurping wetness of the
dog's ravishing tongue on her genitals again.
It seemed useless to fight anymore, to even try to
think of herself as anything but a cheap wanton
tramp... not at all a loving wife who deserved any
consideration or affection from her husband. In the
span of three short days, she had been brutally raped,
forced to suck a strange man's cock, and had
shamelessly allowed to be overwhelmed by the indecent
slavering of a dumb animal's hot tongue in her pussy.
No, it was pointless even to pretend to be angry and
indignant now, for she realized that her own primitive
desires had helped, if not actually caused, everything
that had happened.
"I take it that you're pretty much in love with your
husband, aren't you?" Jack said in a strangely
perceptive way, as though he could read into her
befuddled thoughts. "You've had a good time, all right,
but you've been fighting me right down the line. I've
got to respect you for that, anyway, and I don't mind
admitting that you're one of the hottest little bitches
I've ever worked over."
"Yes, I do love my husband... very much," Diane assured
him in an impassive tone of voice. She had no energy
left to combat what she supposed was only the beginning
of another of the older man's tormenting games. If what
he wanted was to fuck her again, to use her already
defiled body to satisfy himself, it could hardly matter
now. She had nothing left to lose--her honor was
forever stained by the lewdness of what she had
submitted to and no amount of repentance could clear
her conscience now.
"Christ, that's too bad, baby, because you're one hell
of a lay and I wouldn't mind straightening myself out a
little just to settle down with you," the ill-kempt
older man said softly, almost regretfully. She watched
silently, blindly, as he stepped over to where his
trousers lay and bent over to pick them up. A moment
later, when he was fully dressed again and had zipped
up the front of his pants with an almost tragic
slowness, he gave her a gallant little nod and swooped
down with his right hand to pick up the two rabbits he
had dropped earlier. After walking a short way along
the trail, he paused as though in thought and turned to
face her again.
"Yep, you were pretty damned bitchy toward me," he
said, "but I sort of respect you for it. I think by
admitting to yourself you like to be fucked, you're
going to respect yourself more now, too... in the long
run, I mean."
With that, he spun around and walked off rapidly along
the trail, disappearing around a bend between the
trees. The worn-out young blonde could not restrain
herself from calling out to him.
"Wait, please, wait!" she shouted, using his Christian
name for the first time. "Jack! Please, I want to talk
to you!" It was more than she could handle to have him
just walk off this way, without any final resolution to
all that had happened between them, and she forced
aside her pride in an attempt to make him turn around
and explain his thoughts and feelings.
Jack Green smiled to himself as he walked thoughtfully
along the leaf-carpeted trail, uncertain for one of the
first times in his life that he was justified as a real
man in dealing with a woman. Well, whatever happened,
he had had a helluva time with the sweet little bitch.
She had been worth every bit of the trouble and he knew
that she would be much more receptive to a healthy
man's sexual advances toward her than she had been
before his encounter with her that morning after her
session with the mammoth dog. She was a real woman
now...
Chapter 7
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Bill was due home today! Diane glowed.
It seemed like years now since he had left and she
hummed a tune along with the radio as she dusted and
polished the interior of the house in preparation for
his arrival. She knew that he would question why she
was in such a happy mood when he arrived home. Usually
when he left on one of his important business trips,
she spent the days building up resentments and
frustrations until she could barely keep from exploding
the minute he walked in the door. But this time was
different, in more ways than one. For some reason, she
felt as though she had changed, had grown up in the
last four days.
Maybe it was just the first time she had ever really
been forced to face something alone, the lovely, blue-
eyed girl mused as she withdrew the carpet-sweeper from
the hallway closet and began to drub it back and forth
across the rug. God knows, it was a dreadful enough
ordeal for anyone to endure and yet she was not
completely sorry it had happened.
She still felt just as regretful and ashamed as ever of
having enjoyed another man pumping his wildly excited
sperm into her behind her husband's back but Jack
Green's words yesterday afternoon had given her, her
first taste of personal pride. All her life, people had
been wonderful to her because they admired her or
thought she was pretty or something else like that, but
the grizzled caretaker from the next estate had praised
her because he thought she had truly earned it. There
was a world of difference.
She felt a strange new sense of power, as though she
could do almost anything she set her mind to. And the
really odd thing was that she had realized after she
came home last night that she had never really
disciplined herself about anything, except maybe making
herself comfortable. Out of this newfound self-
confidence, she had perked up and groomed the dogs,
even cleaned all the kennels from top to bottom before
darkness fell.
Ordinarily, it was a job that Bill did on Saturday
afternoons, usually while she dawdled around the house,
resenting the time he was spending away from her.
It was astonishing, she thought to herself as she
looked over the freshly-cleaned living room, actually
horrifying that she could have been such a silly
selfish idiot all this time. It was not that she was
kidding herself into thinking that all her problems had
suddenly been solved miraculously by the adulterous
sexual encounters with Jack Green in her home, and in
the woods yesterday afternoon, but at least it was a
start.
For the first time in several months, she felt real
hope that she and Bill would be able to work out their
petty marital differences. She still thought the wisest
course would be to keep silent about all that had
occurred this week: It would be such a waste to have
Bill's natural jealousy interfere with the new mutual
understanding that was going to bloom between them
after he arrived home today.
She had finished her housecleaning and realized with a
start, as she wandered around the house looking for any
odds and ends that still needed doing, that the dogs
had not been inspected for several hours, not since she
had taken care of them very early this morning, and now
she still had several hours to kill before Bill arrived
home.
She gazed thoughtfully out of the living room window
toward the kennels behind the house, then impulsively
walked out of the living room and across the back yard
toward Wolf's compound. After her wonderful experience
with him yesterday afternoon, she felt a new affection
and respect for the fantastic beast, one that not even
her uneasiness about the rightness of what had happened
could diminish. She would bring the dog inside to keep
her company until Bill arrived home.
"Hey! Down, down, Wolf!" Diane laughed as the huge dog
almost knocked her over in his eager rush to get into
the house, a treat he was unaccustomed to. A light rain
had fallen the night before and, as he jumped up
joyfully on his beautiful mistress, slobbering wet
kisses all over her face in gratitude for being let
inside, his muddy paws smeared his footprints all over
the front of her frilly blue housedress.
"Oh, Wolf, look at me!" she scolded after she pushed
the big dog back down to the kitchen floor and saw that
the outfit she had worn especially for Bill was marked
and streaked with huge black and brown paw prints. The
excited German Shepherd had also smudged the linoleum-
tiled floor with wet splotches of mud from his feet.
"I guess it's my own fault," she sighed as Wolf began
to race happily around the kitchen, sniffing
inquisitively at everything from the dishes drying on
the drainboard to the huge steak she had taken out of
the freezer for that night's celebratory dinner. The
dark tracks over the floor showed exactly where the
tremendous creature had been and she realized that now
she would have to mop up the kitchen all over again. "I
should have made you wipe your feet," she said lightly
as she moistened a terrycloth dishtowel to wipe all the
mud and wetness from the animal's furry paws.
"Come on, boy, you can wait in the living room while I
change clothes," she ordered as she tossed the dirty
towel into the kitchen sink. The obedient dog followed
happily behind her as she led the way into the next
room. She watched him settle down on the carpet in the
middle of the room and then, satisfied that he was
relaxed, headed off toward the bedroom, stripping off
her soiled dress as she went.
She could not decide what she wanted to wear. With Bill
gone, she had not even been able to go to the
laundromat in town and nearly everything she owned was
either dirty or inappropriate for his homecoming. Her
fair young face drooped into a thoughtful pout as she
stared into the closet, rifling with one anxious hand
through the array of garments inside. The young beauty
considered wearing one of the sexy nighties that he
liked so much, to surprise him, but she shook her head
in a negative back and forth motion, obviously
displeased with the idea... Even though her
enterprising young husband would never know about all
that happened to her during his absence, it seemed
unfair of her to try to lure him into bed so soon after
she had been fucked half senseless by another man...
not to mention her obscene delight in his canine hero's
unnatural licking of her naked loins.
She was sincerely remorseful about everything and knew
that it would take some time before she could overcome
her guilt sufficiently to feel right about making any
genuine sexual overtures toward Bill. She had resolved
most of her anxiety, it was true, but she was also
aware of the fine line between her stoic acceptance of
what she had done and the strong self-doubt that had
made her life a nightmare after she had responded to
Jack Green's obscene caresses.
She was slightly sweaty from the exertion of her work
that morning and decided to take a shower in an hour or
so, and let the final decision about what to wear wait
until then. Stripping off her panties and brassiere,
she dropped the soiled lacy garments into a heap with
the muddied dress and slipped into a pretty gingham-
checked smock that was decent enough if anyone happened
to come to the door.
The beautiful young blonde woman walked back to the
living room and sat down on the sofa, picking up a
ladies' magazine from an end table beside her. She
leaned back into the cushions and stretched her legs
out casually in front of her. It was the first peace
and quiet she had really experienced since Bill had
left last Sunday and she was enjoying the change of
pace. An item in the magazine on the care of pet dogs
caught her eye and in a minute she was thoroughly
engrossed in the article.
Then she felt the couch stirring slightly and she
looked up to see that Wolf had clambered up onto the
cushions beside her. She frowned at the dog and snapped
her fingers, pointing to the floor at her feet. But the
big dog only whined softly and dropped his mammoth head
on her sun-tanned knee, his cold nose nuzzling under
her cotton dress to rest in the warm crevice between
her smooth creamy thighs just below the blonde patch of
her pubic hair. She shuddered and chilled from the
unexpected sensation of the dog's cold wet nose on the
sensitive flesh on her inner thighs and the warm blast
of his breath against her uncovered genitals beneath
her dress.
"Oh, no, you're not going to start that again," she
warned him sternly. But he paid no attention and
renewed his effort to reach the hidden source of the
female scent that fascinated him. With a powerful
downward push, the big dog succeeded in opening Diane's
tightly-clenched thighs with his nose. He ran his
tongue wetly over the full length of the narrow pink
slit that came into view. Her clitoris came immediately
to life and throbbed as the hairy beast's long moist
tongue slid wetly over the sensitive bud. She found
herself responding without conscious thought, her hips
writhing back at the dog, moving of their own volition,
until it fully dawned on her what she was doing.
"Back, Wolf, back!" she snapped, pushing his face away
determinedly with both hands. The huge brute moved off
the couch reluctantly, only to sit and place his front
paws on the back of the sofa beside where she sat, his
hindquarters beginning an obscene humping motion
against the edge of the couch. Diane watched aghast as
his glistening, scarlet penis slipped out from its
hairy sheath, dripping lewdly.
The tapered point jabbed and danced in the air as he
tried futilely to bury it in the cushion. The hot
scarlet of his stabbing member contrasted startlingly
with the darker muted color of the plush couch cushion.
Unnerved, she wracked her brain for some way to stop
the great beast before his untimely animal lust got
completely out of hand. She moved to rise to her feet,
planning to lead the mountainous German Shepherd by the
collar out to his run, but a sudden snapping growl from
the huge creature froze her where she sat.
"Get down, Wolf! Stop it! Stop it... right... now..."
Her strident authoritative tone began to fail her and
then died out completely as the dog's long, prong-like
fangs appeared in a menacing snarl. She was paralyzed,
numb with fear at the dog's abrupt change of character,
not daring to move as Wolf lowered his forepaws from
the sofa and prowled the carpeted floor around her
feet.
Ominous sounds rumbled up ceaselessly from deep in his
powerful chest and he suddenly thrust his snout between
her slender ankles, wedging his brawny shoulders
between her curving calves as they came unwillingly
apart. Feeling the panicky sense of helplessness
returning like a chronic disease, Diane tried to clench
her thighs and buttocks tightly together but the dog
muscled powerfully between her straining knees.
No, no, she thought frantically to herself, this can't
happen again!
It had finally seemed as though she had gotten
everything under control, but now...
For a moment, the quavering golden-haired girl tried to
twist away from the strange attack, but another
threatening snarl made her fall limply back onto the
couch.
"No, no, Wolf! Bad dog! Lie down!" she shouted in
desperation, hoping that a new combination of words
would make the rutting animal retreat.
As if in defiant answer, the huge dog brought his great
panting head down to the narrow hair-lined slit between
her forced-open thighs and licked at the wetness,
sliding his soft red tongue along the thin hair-fringed
slit up to the hot little tip of her clitoris. It was
just as he had done before. She was helpless against
the dog's intense determination to keep her trapped on
the couch, and felt her ripe young body trembling and
jerking under the tempting stimulation.
This is sick, she raged to herself; it's unnatural and
perverted. But as she tried to wriggle into a safer
position, the monstrous dog's long tongue snaked out
again, licking hungrily at her moist crevice, lingering
at her tiny puckered anal mouth where the pointed red
tip pushed and probed, trying to force its way past the
outer ring of soft rubbery flesh. The young housewife's
nervously-tensed thighs quivered at the forbidden
sensation and a deep moan spilled from her open lips.
The husky dog's slathering wet tongue was forcing her
toward excitement in spite of her revulsion at the
thought of enjoying the unnatural stimulation.
Diane groaned despairingly as she realized she wanted
still more of the mind-blurring, debasing stimulation.
Her natural resistance was fading under the maddening
torture of the German Shepherd's tongue and suddenly
the giant lance stabbed into her vulnerable warm pussy
like a thick pink snake, plunging up deep into her,
heedless of the sobbing, tearful objections that came
spontaneously from her mouth. The last remnants of her
self- restraint disintegrated and, oblivious to all
morality and reason, she rolled her tempting buttocks
against the face of the aroused animal, drowning in the
weird obscene sensations of his slithering tongue
against her shamelessly aroused loins.
Before she realized what was happening, the dark-haired
dog pulled away from her willing vagina and reared up
to place its forepaws on the couch above her pinned
shoulders. She gasped as she saw the creature's
glistening red penis slip out from its furry casing,
its tapered point dripping and dancing in the hot
valley between her wide-spread thighs.
The dog began to shiver and tremble, trying to bury the
blood-red tip into her luscious ready body. Her mind
reeling in a confusing daze of sexual need and debasing
humiliation, she looked up at him through her wide eyes
watching him over her nakedness. Then, as though a
demon had taken over her will, she thrust hungrily
upward with her buttocks in a mechanical attempt to
capture the lengthening shaft of flesh between her
swollen cuntal lips.
She heaved upward towards the long scarlet organ as
though she were a rutting bitch herself, and the very
thought of herself as another bitch animal in heat like
those out in the kennel sent another electric tingle
reaching deep into her belly. She could feel the
seeping wetness between her thighs increasing even more
and her heart pounded loudly like a jungle drum.
Groaning, she pulled her thighs up tight against her
over- spilling breasts, turning up the flat plane of
her silky loins in a frantic effort to capture the
jabby fleshy spear. The desire- maddened dog pushed
forward wildly as he struggled to implant the pointed
tip of his dripping cock between her thighs, striving
to shove it into her until his pinkly tapering hardness
sank all the way into the wet opening, popping cruelly
into the tightly- clenched little hole with one quick
forward lunge.
With a strangled cry, Diane twisted to one side in an
effort to escape the sudden animal impalement. But
having tasted his first success, the lust-driven dog
returned to the attack with all the barbarousness of a
Tartar, mindlessly, savagely humping against her tiny
hardened clitoris and slipping his flanks down to
thrust between the naked lips of her white-hot pussy.
At last, Diane grasped the dog's slippery prick without
shame and parted her cuntal opening to assist him,
holding her breath as he began to stroke into her, inch
after inch of his long, thick cock disappearing into
her with each new pile-driving thrust of his hairy
flanks. Suddenly her frail young breath hissed out of
her body in a high whistling sigh as the great cock
slipped into her all the way and began to slam up into
the moist cavern like a fleshy spike being pounded
deeper and deeper into a tight moist tunnel.
Wolf's forelegs dropped down on either side of her
smoothly- curved hips, trapping her, and she began to
undulate her quivering young body, her tightly-clenched
buttocks grinding upward in lewd circles, abandoning
herself to the wonderful animal-fucking that she was
receiving from the German Shepherd. Her face was
twisted with ecstasy and her full taut breasts jiggled
lightly, moving in time to the throbbing dog-cock as it
spiraled up into her vagina like a rampant drill made
of hot flesh.
Oh, God, she moaned, relishing every vicious slam of
Wolf's prick into her hotly raving cunt. She was being
screwed senseless by a German Shepherd, his huge dog-
cock filling her slim belly and pushing her inner
organs higher and higher until she was afraid they
would rupture and be pushed all the way up out of her
mouth. It was tearing the soul from her body, driving
it out of her with every powerful stroke. She was
begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his
hot cum up into her pussy, aching to be filled with the
dog's lewdly-building sperm.
That was all that mattered to her now. She was reveling
in her defilement, uncaring, no longer capable of
thinking about sex as right or wrong or thinking of
anything but the tremendous shaft of hard animal flesh
pistoning back and forth in her wide-stretched pussy,
causing her to hump back hungrily up against the dog's
hairy, jerking body like a female animal herself.
Small droplets of moisture were forming in the juncture
of Diane's erotically-rotating thighs, glistening and
sparkling in the light as they trickled down over her
smoothly gyrating buttocks onto the couch, sometimes
sticking to the dog's sperm- laden testicles as they
slapped wildly against her nakedly upturned anus with
each downward stroke. Her rounded ass-cheeks began
contracting uncontrollably, signifying her approaching
climax, and she screwed up greedily against the beast
like a woman possessed.
Suddenly a piercing scream came from her passion-
twisted lips and she rammed up violently against the
dog just as he hunched forward and his cock began
spewing its sperm in hot searing torrents far into the
depths of her voraciously clasping vagina.
The young woman's crazily grinding buttocks began to
pitch and toss wildly on the cushions of the couch as
her own thrilling climactic upheaval exploded deep in
her belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly-
squeezing cunt as she milked hungrily at the dog's
thickly-jerking penis, drawing out every last drop of
the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the
sticky cum fluids streamed down the cream-white
fullness of her buttocks, creating dark stains in the
velvety fabric of the couch below.
At last, the deflating cock of the drained beast
slipped from her mauled passageway with a lewd wet
sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence
of the room. Then, in a last act of bestial depravity,
the dog dropped to the floor and lowered his furry
muzzle between her widely-splayed thighs, lapping at
the warm viscous animal sperm still dribbling from her
well-fucked young cunt.
He gulped it thirstily until eventually there was none
left and then he turned away to lumber across the
living room. Diane listened to Wolf whining happily and
unconsciously assumed that he was searching for a place
to rest. Then suddenly she heard the unmistakable click
of the door latching shut, followed by the soft padding
of the dog's paws descending the outside steps.
Gradually the realization of what she had just heard
dawned on the blonde girl's tortured mind. Her blue
eyes fluttered open and her face fell in utter
paralyzing disbelief. Bill was home!
"Well, Diane, that was quite a performance. I didn't
know that either of you were so accomplished," her
husband's voice rasped from where he was standing
inside the door, his suitcase on the floor beside him.
"Do you do that often while I'm away? Is that why you
didn't worry your pretty little head about putting me
off that way before I left? You knew you had something
better waiting as soon as you could get your stupid
husband out of the house!"
Diane's shame and humiliation were beyond words. At
that moment she wished for death, for unending sleep
and escape from the reality of herself--a wanton slut
who would use anything or anyone at her disposal to
quench the wildfire of passion raging within her.
"Oh, darling," she sobbed despairingly from the couch.
"I don't know what happened... I couldn't help it...
I..."
"Yeah, I could see you hated every minute of it, you
bitch," he snarled, reviling her tearful plea for
understanding. "I'm just sorry now that I didn't pick
up one of those little floozies hanging around my
hotel. After being married to you, I could use a good
lay for a change! And to think that I even missed you,
you slut! Jesus, Diane, I knew you were selfish, but
this is simply beyond belief!"
"No, no, darling, you don't understand! Please, let me
tell you what happened?" she pleaded. Then she gaped in
horrified disbelief as her husband began to tear off
his pants, draping his shorts and trousers over the
back of a chair at the entrance to the living room. His
prick was jutting out from his hairy loins like a
flashy sword and he wore an ugly grin as he crossed the
room to where Diane sat cowering on the sofa.
"Notice my cock, baby," he spat out venomously as he
stood in front of her, his hands clenched defiantly on
his slim hips. Smiling coldly at her stricken
expression, he continued, "That's right, I have a hell
of a hard-on. Watching you screw that goddamned dog is
a lot more exciting than listening to you whining day
and night about how I don't love you enough. Hah!
That's a joke! Does Wolf love you enough, baby?"
Oh, God, if she could only tell him about the mind-
breaking horrors she had endured at the hands of Jack
Green and his own precious dog, she knew that her
husband would not be cruel. But she had vowed to keep
the terrible secrets. "Darling, you must believe
that... I... I... love you," she said weakly.
"Well, that's a thrill," he sneered. Then with an evil
grin, he commanded her, "Turn over, dog-fucker, and
lean over the back of the couch. I can see that normal
sex just doesn't turn you on- -so I'm going to give you
something you'll love!"
Unthinking, willing to do anything to please him now,
Diane twisted around on the sofa, changing positions
until she was kneeling with her body resting on the
back cushions. She felt her husband move closer behind
her and his rough hands rudely grasped the smooth oval
globes of her buttocks, pulling apart the soft yielding
moons.
"Now, take my cock, you cheating little whore, and put
it in your asshole," he ordered her in a voice thin
with anger. "I'm going to give you something you'll
never forget!"
Without conscious thought, his beautiful dazed wife
obediently reached back behind her and took hold of the
throbbing hard shaft, aiming the swollen purple tip at
the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. Her
husband's long, thin cock leapt in her hand and he
thrust impatiently against her as she worked the
bloated cock-head up and down the full slit of her
naked pussy, lubricating the long stiff member with the
warmly flowing animal sperm that still trickled wetly
from her ravaged vagina. She still had not fully
comprehended his curt command until she felt him reach
down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his eager cock
up from her drenched vaginal lips and into the warm
valley between her upraised buttocks.
Behind her, her dark-haired husband gazed down at the
gratifying spectacle of his long thick prick wedged up
against her luscious virginal anus. He had always
dreamed of fucking his proud young wife in the asshole
and now he had the perfect opportunity to do it and not
worry, for a change, about when the spoiled girl felt
sufficiently loved to bear the initial pain for his
sake.
His sperm-bloated balls tingled with angry desire as
his fingers sunk cruelly into the soft flesh of her
pliant white buttocks, pulling them apart, wider and
wider until the tiny brown hole parted a little.
Suddenly understanding the fiendish nature of his
intentions, Diane began to squirm and whine, but she
could not manage to elude his grasp.
She felt the end of his finger start to probe at the
entrance of her exposed rectum and she clenched the
tiny puckered opening tightly in a desperate effort to
prevent the awful penetration that she knew would soon
come. Bill continued to jab for a minute at the
sensitive outer edges of the small brown elastic circle
and then suddenly shoved forward with a sadistic grin
on his handsome face, sinking the finger in with a jerk
up to the first knuckle.
Diane jumped forward from the pain, a gurgling moan
rising from her throat. She suffered as he moved the
finger around in little rotating motions and gradually
the agony lessened. She relaxed a bit until she felt
the extra pressure of a second finger ram unexpectedly
alongside the first. This time, it did hurt and she
jerked away in an effort to escape the painful entry.
Her husband pulled back, though, and continued to move
the two fingers inside her painfully-stretched rectum.
Oh, God, Diane thought as tears of pain and humiliation
rose to her eyes, he was really going to make love to
her back there and there was nothing she could do about
it. She would never live through this--would never be
able to face herself again after this ultimate
degradation and subjugation. Even what had happened
with Wolf had been child's play compared to this... How
foolish she had been to ever think that perhaps Bill
would understand what she had been through this week!
she mused as a tiny spark of righteous anger kindled in
her anguished brain. Her beloved husband was a devil, a
horrible fiend!
Diane tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Bill
but it was useless. He held her firmly with one hand as
he wormed his fingers in and out of her with the other,
turning and twisting them in the tight narrow hole. The
pain lessened more and more until gradually she felt a
slight sensation of pleasure from the unnatural
reaming. She was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of
the fingers in her rectum when suddenly Bill pulled
them out of her.
The two fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the
elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they
popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her
lush legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to
her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them,
moistening the tiny brown hole with his tongue and
sending delicious shivers coursing over the beautiful
girl's back.
Then, Diane felt Bill's hands jerk her hips higher,
driving her full breasts more firmly into the back of
the couch. Her flint-eyed husband peered down at the
tiny hairless circle of her anus and smiled bitterly at
how completely she was subjugating herself to his
desires... now when it was too late to make any
difference.
He grasped harshly at her soft hips, holding them
steady before him as he impressed his long, slender
cock in the moist naked split of her cunt, running it
up and down the full length to moisten it with her own
guilty wetness. Then, he guided the pulsing cock
forward until it touched the slightly-stretched little
anal mouth and moved it around, lubricating the tiny
cringing hole. Diane gasped in fear at the first
startling contact. God, it would never fit! It was too
big! She tried to move forward again but he held her
solidly.
"Darling, don't do this to me... to us..." she groaned
back at him.
"You weren't all that worried about us when you were
getting fucked by our prize German Shepherd," he mocked
her.
She felt his hairy loins behind her and his hard cock
searching and probing into her upturned buttocks. Then,
she felt a direct jabbing pressure between his hands
that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into
an unresisting blunt hardness.
"BILL NO!! Aaaaaggghh!" she finally screamed as she
felt the tight resisting nether ring giving way before
the unyielding pressure of his cock, its head popping
into her with a jerk. She screamed again and then
groaned ceaselessly as the blunt intrusion of her own
husband's cruel shaft vibrated through every fiber of
her being, pushing the soft velvety flesh inside of her
widely-stretched anal passage in great waves before it.
She groaned with pain as it sunk deeper, deeper,
deeper... on and on into her until she felt the coarse
hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of
her vagina below.
Bill was inside her, in her asshole, all the way up to
the hilt!
He paid no attention to her anguished cries and began
to fuck viciously and without mercy into the soft
depths of his young wife's sweet, tight asshole,
bringing further sobs of pain and humiliation from her
tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and
debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and
used as he levered up behind her and began to plunge
the full length of his punishing cock into her with
long smooth strokes.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, now that
her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an
extra hard thrust seared into her tortured rectum. She
could hear his grunts of sadistic pleasure floating
through the silence of the room around them and
suddenly she hated herself and her body for the joy it
was giving him, even though there was nothing she could
do to prevent it. Then, despite the pain, she clenched
her anal muscles tightly together in an attempt to pull
out his cock at its very roots.
"Aaaaaaaah, Gawwwwd," her husband groaned, throwing
back his head in ecstasy from the feeling of her warm
clasping anal flesh enveloping his cock. She was sorry
momentarily when he cried out, but she could not stand
still and do nothing while she was being brutally
fucked, even though the pain was lessening now. In
fact, the sensation of his cock-head riding deep into
her rectum was starting to send little darts of warm
pleasant feeling in her stomach, as though she had a
second cunt and was slowly learning how to enjoy its
use.
She moved backward to meet the forward thrust of his
stiff prick, undulating her body and swinging the
cheeks of her round ass in little tight circles,
clasping her anus tightly shut as he withdrew mightily
on the out-stroke. Bill rammed into her with fresh
power, knowing that she was beginning to like this
depraved ass-fucking, the feeling of being impaled on
his long staff like a sacrificial piece of choice
animal flesh.
"Oooohh, yessss," she moaned as he slammed harder up
into her belly, pushing her forward and down until her
breasts were smashed flat against the back cushions of
the couch. He felt her tighten her anal muscles again
and again around his hard thick length buried in her
back passage. His cock throbbed crazily and he flexed
it up deep in her rectum in an answering signal until
he feared the head would explode from the pressure
around it like a burning hot, tight-fitting glove.
Her obvious surrender added to his excitement and in a
vengeful effort to torture his wayward wife, Bill
pulled his imbedded cock almost all the way out of her
rectum until just the blood-inflated tip rested inside
the hot rubbery passage, then grinned as he saw her try
to squirm her nakedly-writhing buttocks back tighter on
its rigid length.
But the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well, and
with a hoarse moan, he pulled her ass-cheeks wider
apart and drove his pelvis into her smooth yielding
behind with a jarring vicious smack. He began to ram
rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her
quivering backside with brutal slaps that resounded
through the house.
His sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back,
making it glisten in the pale afternoon sunlight in the
room. He had now completely lost control of his obscene
lust and he felt his cock expanding in the warmth of
his wife's stretched rectum. His balls began to throb
almost painfully and his hardened prick felt as though
it were about to explode in the rubbery tight grip of
his gorgeous wife's vice-like back-passage.
Below him, Diane was mumbling and whimpering
incoherently and he increased the speed and power of
his strokes until the couch began to rattle and shake
from the steady battering of his loins against her
buttocks. She could feel herself being split open wider
and wider from the power and pressure he was exerting
deep up inside her. She wanted to shout back
obscenities at him and plead for him to use her however
he wanted to vent his pent-up angry lust on her
helpless nakedness.
She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething
creamy liquid deep into her belly, to mingle his juices
with the wetness of those of the huge German Shepherd
she had let fuck her moments before.
Then, suddenly, Diane heard him gasp and groan behind
her as he hammered the iron-hard length of his prick
into her contracting, velvety rectum, causing her to
whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly
pulling her back onto him as though he were fitting a
tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the
lust-inflated cock-head deep in her rectum again. She
mewled with delight. The boiling lava of his milky
sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and,
with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed into her
buttocks, flattening the smooth globes of flesh against
his loins.
Diane felt the warmth of the first delicious torrents
of his white hot liquid spread through her stomach and
surge through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic
eruption, gush after gush, touching off her own climax.
She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her
scream as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled
through her and she felt her own creamy cum fluids
streaming from her open cunt below, trickling down her
inner thighs to mix with the dog sperm saturating the
cushions below.
Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt her
husband begin to withdraw his slowly-deflating cock
from her sperm-flooded anal passage. There was a
slight, embarrassing little farting noise as it slipped
out from between the full white globes of her buttocks
and a sudden rush of cool air laved the steamy wetness
of her ravaged loins as she sprawled in exhausted
satiation, face down on the couch.
Her body felt pillaged and subjugated beyond belief and
her mind was numbed by the certainty that her marriage
was ended.
Chapter 8
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"Darling, please don't do anything else to me," she
pleaded, waiting dully for her husband's voice to break
the silence of the room. "I'll leave if you want me to,
but... I can't take anything else right now. Wolf... I
can't say anything to make you believe me, but, it did,
it did happen that way!"
Diane braced herself for the blistering sarcastic reply
that she was certain would soon come directly as a
result of her husband's injured pride. Naturally he
would make her pay for what she had done--if he still
cared enough to be concerned.
God, he had walked in on her this afternoon and found
her with a German Shepherd pistoning in and out of her
obscenely accepting vagina. What else could happen to
her now?
"I believe you, sweetheart, so help me," Bill assuaged
in a surprisingly gentle voice. "When I saw that that
dog turned you on, I took a long look at myself, and I
wondered why Wolf could satisfy you more than I could.
Sure, I was mad and did what I did partly out of spite,
but Jesus, I've got to admit that I've never been so
hot to fuck you before..."
Diane was thoroughly dumbstruck by the impact of his
words. As she ransacked her mind for something
appropriate to say, she saw that Bill was actually
sitting below her, on the floor, and she could not help
but see the understanding tenderness in the loving
expression on his handsome face. It was as though a
miraculous ray of sunlight had filtered through the
gloomy reality of the last few days and transformed the
horrible truth into a bright rainbow of happiness.
"But, darling, I..."
"No, don't say anything else," Bill said softly,
"because I think I understand now... I think I know
what's been wrong with our marriage so far... me."
"Oh, Bill, it's no one's fault," she objected in an
unconvincing voice, snuggling closer to ward off any
negative feeling from her handsome young husband.
"It's not important who's fault it is, honey. The real
truth is that I've found out what kind of person you
are beneath all that camouflage .. that mask you've
been wearing since we've been married. And I like that
new person," Bill soothed, placing his arm around her
shoulders like the adoring husband that she had always
dreamt of.
"Do you mean that?"
"Why don't you ask Jack Green?" Bill answered in a sly
voice, his eyebrows lifting in mock sternness. "He told
me more about you in ten minutes than I've learned in
all the time we've been married..."
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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