Life in the Country
(M+/F+, size, best, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"Are you ready yet, Britney?" her mother called from down the hall. "You don't want to be late."

Britney patted her golden hair into place, smoothed her modest, Sunday suit down over her flat belly, and adjusted her bra again. Her breasts were a liability to her, big and melon-like, the kind of feature that screamed Slut! to everyone who looked on her. That was why she always wore a jacket to conceal them when she went to church. It was because Minister Tzappas, who was also the local MD with a practice on Main Street, depended on her to sing a spiritual aria, or two, at every weekly meeting that she was in such a hurry this morning. She had been out late with Mark, her fiancée.

Since Britney had moved to Brighton's Meadows and begun singing for the Minister's congregation, attendance had grown so much that he had begged her to make her vocal contribution a regular performance. She didn't mind, for she rarely missed Sunday meetings. Indeed, when they had moved from Chicago to the country, Jay Markbrite, her father, had chosen the community based on the church that they regularly attended at home. At home. She still thought of Chicago as her home, but father had taken her away from that, and she was too dutiful a daughter to defy him and go it alone. It had been difficult to leave her young friends and life behind, her university education and her music studies, and she often wondered why it had had to be. But she was an obedient daughter. But she was eager to get there today and see Mark again. He was her love, and it had been hard to kiss him goodnight at the door last night and leave him for the night. It was so hard to be away from him for even an hour. Today was an easy, restful day, and they always enjoyed a picnic somewhere out on her father's enormous ranch.

"Are you ready?" Mother was at the door, a smile on her face. She was proud of her young, sweet-faced daughter with the elegant soprano singing voice.

"Yes, Mom," she said, following the older woman through the large, rambling house. Dad was waiting in the crescent-shaped driveway in the big Mercedes. Britney got in the back and they moved smoothly away in the direction of the small town that had become the center of their lives since having moved here.

Mark would be there, waiting for her.

Zed Prater stood cocksure and grinning by his pickup truck, pushing out his big, hairy chest against the uniform shirt he wore and the badge that gleamed on the left side of it. This Sunday morning, he chewed on a donut and watched the people filing out of the church house while the pleasantly-smiling Minister Tzappas shook their hands. It was a fine, sunny day and going to church was not exactly what Zed would have done to pass the time, but despite his being the sheriff and one of the very few black men in this town of rich retirees and well-to-do farmers, he had few friends among the people he served as lawman.

Zed was a hard man, not very well-mannered, but he had his finger on his job and no one could take that away from him, and he was proud that he had succeeded in landing himself a fiancée just eighteen months after his arrival. Well, at least Nancy Pace, his new love, didn't care about his race and seemed more than taken with his capable lawman's image. Yes, Nancy was his, or soon would be, when he had broken down her resistance to his sexual demands. She was a sweet little innocent and he was sure that her protestations about her virginity were real, but he had no intention of waiting until their marriage to make use of her luscious, young body. He had to admit that the lovely girl, just nineteen years old, was one of the loveliest around, with but only two or three equals that he knew of.

But there was one girl that interested him more than any, and it galled him that someone else had found her first. The problem was, she had never warmed to his approaches and his flattery, but had always just shyly smiled and acted as if she didn't get the idea.

That girl was Britney Markbrite, the rarest flower he had ever cared to pick. She had lightish, honey-blonde hair that dropped to her mid-back, a body of a model's proportions but with a hint of sexy baby fat, and a big pair of round, fruitlike breasts that begged to be stroked and sucked. Her eyes were wide and blue and her lips full enough to be sensual without being bimbo-ish, for there was no denying her intelligence.

Zed knew that she had had to pass up a musical scholarship at Northwestern U in Chicago when her father, a successful corporate lawyer and a puritan fearing for his daughter's chastity, sold their home in the Windy City and moved to the safety of the massive farm he had bought her in this county, taking her from the danger of fraternities and sororities and drugs and college orgies to the serenity of the country. Not that Britney would have fallen in with all the "sin", for she simply was not the kind. It was just that her father couldn't trust her and thought she should spend another couple of years under his wing. Zed knew all this from listening to the gossip around town and it interested him to find out what this lovely girl was doing.

So every Sunday he stood outside the church where she dutifully and willingly attended, and she was always up front with the choir, singing solos for the congregation in that heart- melting soprano voice that had made her the recipient of three university scholarships. Today, Zed had stood in the door while she sang and smiled broadly when her eyes fell upon his dark face. He wondered if his lust for her showed too strongly in his eyes, for, even though he had found a future wife in Nancy Pace, he had every intention of fucking Britney Markbrite, at least once in his life, if not more.

The main obstacle in that lay in the fact that it appeared that twenty-year-old Britney had already found love, if not yet a sexual relationship, with Mark Revis, the chairman of the local town council. Revis, like Zed, was in his early thirties, a law school graduate with political aspirations, cutting his teeth on local government before moving into state politics. Tall, handsome, clean - and white - Mark Revis seemed to be everything Britney's father wanted for her, and the girl herself appeared to be more than happy with the arrangement. While no one had seen the pair doing any more than holding hands and speaking quietly in the corner of the cafe or movie house, Zed was feeling jealousy on behalf of the huge, twitching, black cock he kept in his uniform pants, and today he thought he might satisfy his curiosity about the couple.

Mark came through the door, shaking the hand of the Minister. Tzappas was about forty-five, wore glasses beneath a thinning hair-line, and was beginning to show a middle-age paunch. But why shouldn't he have a bit of a belly. He was not only the pastor, he was also the town physician, the man that cured the sick in body on weekdays and the sick in soul on Sunday. Zed noted how Tzappas' eyes followed Britney as she and Mark walked away toward the young man's car. If seemed even the married preacher was at least a little attracted to the ravishing young blonde with the heavenly singing voice. Zed burned with envy as Mark opened the car door for her, oh-so gallantly, and helped her in.

Zed checked his watch. Nancy was waiting for him, near the old house down by her uncle's farm, where she and Zed would meet privately and talk while the latter plucked impatiently at her clothing in an effort to bare her sexy body and relieve her of her virginity. Perhaps today he would be successful, would introduce her to the pleasures of the flesh, and make the matter of marriage a little less pressing for him. Zed knew that Nancy's family didn't really approve of him, neither of his job nor of his color, but they were a bit more enlightened that Britney's father, and this was, after all, the current year.

Zed checked his watch again, debating whether to hurry over to see Nancy right away, or followed the Golden Pair. All of Brighton's Meadows was talking about them, speculating, but Zed, after a brief hesitation, decided to find out for himself. Nancy could wait a while. She would be safe, after all, on her uncle's farm on a beautiful day like this.

Zed nodded a greeting that was also a parting gesture to Dr. Tzappas, and slid behind the wheel of his truck.

Britney rolled her sparkling eyes up to the handsome face of her sweetheart Mark. When they had decided to announce their engagement it had been a surprise for everyone, including her parents, though she had known that they could only approve. They liked Mark, loved Mark, and they had been overjoyed that their only daughter had found such a fine young man to marry. Britney had really been in no hurry to get married. Her education in music had been more important to her in Chicago, but her straight-laced parents, her father in particular, had panicked when a friend of hers, of a somewhat disreputable aspect, had shown up at the door of their mansion asking for his darling, pristine daughter.

Father, now very rich and in a position to be an absentee director of his corporate law firm, quickly moved the family to his distant country farm where Britney would be safe from the influence of modern society. The fact was that Britney was his only child, his beautiful wife having lost her reproductive powers through a medical accident during her second abortive pregnancy, and Jay Markbrite had no intention of losing his one and only daughter to modern decadence.

Britney, for her part, had at first complained, albeit meekly, about having to leave her friends and her precious university studies. After all, she was barely into her sophomore year and now she was torn away from all her plans for the future. She had never been close to any boy, never in love, and her music and literature courses helped her compensate for the emotional emptiness in her life. And so coming to Brighton's Meadows had seemed like the end of her world.

Until she had met Mark Revis. It seemed that they had found each other, with an instant attraction and desire. Mark, young as he was at only thirty-two, was head of the town council. When she had seen him, addressing the audience at the council meeting with such style and personal grace, her heart had immediately begun to melt in a way they she had never experienced before. For the first time in her life she had felt a burning in her cheeks, a tingling in her tight pink nipples on those big, round breasts she kept carefully concealed beneath her chaste clothing, and a definite twitching in her untouched pussy as it positively flooded with her feminine juices. And then she had seen the answering light in Mark's eyes across the room, and she had sat there quietly, while her parents stood talking to other citizens, after the meeting's end.

While her heart pounded in her warm bosom, causing her firm breasts to quiver, he crossed the floor to her, self-assured and poised, and began talking to her. He never used any of the standard flattering pick-up lines, simply introducing himself and making a tentative date to meet her at the church social. Britney already attended regularly, her place at the front of the choir established, so meeting him there was nothing anyone could really talk about, but it was at that later date that he had first asked her out.

They began dating steadily, and then people did begin to talk, but romance was no scandal, and Britney's parents were more than happy with clean-cut, college-educated Mark Revis. After being nearly inseparable for eight months, they became engaged, and Phillip Markbrite was so elated that he threw a grand party at the mansion for all their many friends in Brighton's Meadows. There they had announced their engagement before all assembled, among them quite a few uninvited, including sheriff Zed Prater.

No one had noticed the look that crossed Zed's face, just last Saturday, when Mark had announced the great news to all the guests. No one had heard Zed's teeth grind in anger and frustration, for he had set his cap for the young, blonde beauty, never thinking that perhaps she might be way above his class and far beyond his reach. He had spoken with her often and she had been polite but laconic, for, though she never showed it, she did not like him, neither his looks nor his personality.

Some of her girlfriends in college had bragged about their experiences in bed with black men, and though she had said nothing, she had been mildly repulsed. It was not an experience that she cared to share. His white teeth and mustache gave her the feeling of being under consideration by some feline predator and she felt herself shrinking away from his attention. Once, he had touched her arm and she had jerked back and hurried away.

But Zed was far from her mind now, for she was with her beloved Mark and he was taking her for their usual Sunday picnic somewhere on the western side of the 800-acre Markbrite farm. The picnic had become a weekly ritual, and last week had nearly developed into a sinful affair, right after church, and though Britney knew that it was dangerous, she was powerless to stop herself or do anything to avoid going along with him to that isolated place again. After all, she was not a girl anymore, twenty years old, and she could control herself, couldn't she?

She could, but she wondered how. He was so handsome, so noble and strong. And she loved him so very, very much. She would do anything to please him, and there was the problem, for if he were to ask her to give herself to him, she would do it willingly. She would do anything for him, and that was the simple truth, for he was her life. She wondered now how she had ever lived without him.

Mark saw her beautiful, dewy blue eyes on him and smiled. He could see her love, and he returned it with all his heart. No one had inspired him like this since Sarah, and his feelings for Britney were even stronger, much stronger. She was so pure and lovely, an angel, where Sarah had been something of a shameless siren, a thing more for partying and bedding, not for marrying and cherishing. Of course, Sarah had been incensed to think that the pristine little city girl had unwittingly stolen his affections from her and made her the laughing stock of Brighton's Meadows.

Mark turned off the paved road and followed the dirt trail that serviced the far reaches of the estate. Markbrite definitely had a lovely piece of property here and Britney would be a very wealthy woman someday. Not that that meant a thing to Mark, for he had every intention of becoming rich on his own. In fact, he was well on his way to it, for he had a law practice himself and between that and his plans to become a US Senator, he would be very well off. Even now he was being groomed for state politics and that was why he would be going to the capital, just a week hence, to meet with the party bosses to arrange his nomination for the next election.

"How can I bear to be separated from you for a whole week, Mark?" Britney complained as he stopped the car near the huge, spreading elm where they customarily enjoyed their Sunday lunch. "A whole week without you! I'll be a nervous wreck."

Mark shook his head and squeezed her hand warmly. "You know I've got to do it - for us. Don't worry, darling, you'll be with me in my heart."

Getting out, he went to the trunk and took out the picnic basket and the drinks cooler, and the large, thick blanket they would sit on. They sat under the tree, and Mark took a bottle of wine from the cooler and poured it while Britney blushed. Britney rarely drank wine, or anything else with alcohol, for that matter.

Zed Prater followed the nearly dry stream bed that ran across the Markbrite property. Watching through binoculars, he had seen them come this way and had parked his Land Cruiser behind the hill. He knew the Markbrite property well. He had spent many an afternoon and evening trailing the wild dogs that were preying on the small livestock hereabouts and frightening the cattle. He had trailed them this way, almost to the Markbrite mansion. But that was another story altogether.

Yes, Zed knew the land and had known that they would picnic under the big elm. Last week he had found things that they had left behind. He saw them sitting there, talking, embracing, kissing, and his guts burned with jealousy. Even so, he moved closer, keeping out of sight beneath the lip of the arroyo, until he came within just eight or ten feet of them. He was so close!

Damnit! He knew he should leave. Nancy was waiting for him at that old abandoned house where they would be able to spend some time alone together. It crossed his mind that today he might be successful in getting her to let him fuck her, and the idea caused the massive shaft of his penis to jerk in his pants, yet instinctively he knew that if he stayed, he would see something very enticing indeed. Somehow, he expected something to happen here, today at this picnic spot.

A cool breeze was blowing somewhere off to the west above the lush, surrounding hills of the valley. An old stone mansion where no one lived any more stood in a small valley on the Pace property in Brighton's Meadows since its building some five-score years past.

It was late afternoon, and warm, and someone watching from above might have seen the trim figure of a young girl moving rapidly as she hummed to herself in an expectant voice, moving around the front of the old house, moving toward the rendezvous with her sexy boyfriend and husband-to-be. Immediately, her tiny feet began to gain in tempo. Her young mind was not at ease and she hummed a love song to herself. She was thinking that her Uncle could get quite up-tight if he found out she was meeting Zed up here. It was one thing, a very socially precarious thing, to be engaged to a black man, but to be meeting him alone up here, like this, where a number of girls often met their boyfriends - and became pregnant - was quite another. She knew she was being daring with Zed, but she had actually done nothing really wrong, after all, had she?

The first time she had come this way with Zed, he had been hunting Anna Sapeaux's runaway dog that was plaguing the local farmers. Zed had cornered the huge, vicious animal, but the rifle, with which he was such a fine shot, had jammed. While Nancy stood gasping with fright, her hands pressed to her pounding heart, Zed had clubbed the massive animal with the useless - almost - firearm until he had run away yelping. Somehow, only the pain had deterred the dog from killing them, though from the deep teeth marks he left in the butt of the Winchester, Nancy felt intuitively that he had felt no fear for Zed.

Nancy shook off the fright of the memory and leaned against woodwork on the verandah. Inside was old furniture where, after Zed arrived, they could sit and talk and make plans for their future. Nancy smoothed down her skirt and looked at her watch. She had arrived late already, so where was Zed?

Britney put down her wine glass, which had already been filled and emptied twice, and leaned against the firmness of Mark's body. She felt his face coming down to her and she lifted hers for the kiss, allowing her mouth to open and his tongue to move lightly around the inside of her mouth. So far, this was nothing new. They had kissed many, many times in the last eight months, and he had even touched her breasts. Last week, before they had shaken off the temptation to go further, he had touched her damp pussy through the fabric of her panties.

So Britney didn't panic when once again his trembling fingers covered a breast and moved inside her dress to feel the smooth, throbbing, virginal flesh. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and she purred uncontrollably as he felt her nipples come tinglingly erect. He palmed the heavy mounds, marveling at the firmness and creaminess of her flesh.

"Oh, sweetie, you've got such marvelous tits," Mark let slip.

Britney gave a little grunt of pleasure and gasped, "Oh, Mark, darling, please don't talk like that. We really mustn't do this." But perhaps it was the wine or her own bursting sexuality that took away the strength she needed to push his hands away. She let him ease her back onto the blanket while his mouth came down on hers with increasing passion.

She trembled as he unfastened the buttons that ran down the front of her dress, and he seemed so experienced as he opened the front of it, pushed her bra up, and exposed her lovely tits to the sun, muttering, "Sweetheart, oh, darling," his mouth sucking the distended pink nipples into his mouth. The feelings shot from her breasts into her loins and she moaned, begging him to stop while desperately clutching his head to her heaving tits.

Mark's mind had nearly left him. He loved her so much. He could not stand to think of anything happening to her, but here he was, almost out of control, about to do it to her. Heaven knew he couldn't stop himself, so he hoped in the back of his mind that she would soon push him away. At the same time he hoped that she would not stop him, that she would finally spread her lovely thighs and allow his penis into that hot wet hole he knew she was guarding between her legs.

Zed's eyes were as big as plums. Britney's beautiful tits were there in front of his eyes in all their glory, and from where he watched he could see the underneath of her white panties. Her dress's hem had slid up and Revis's hand was moving up to that spot where Zed could see a gathering moisture dampening the fabric. Damnit! Revis was going to fuck her right now, under the spreading elm tree, and Zed was supposed to be meeting Nancy. Damnit! But he couldn't leave now! Not with the beautiful bitch on her back and exposed and panting there with her boyfriend's hand under her skirt.

The sleek and powerful animal had stealthily slipped into the small valley and slinked toward the old abandoned house where, unknown to him, Nancy awaited Zed's arrival. He had been coming this way every day, hoping to be able to ambush Zed and have his revenge for the beating he had delivered that time two months before. With embittered patience, he had lingered in a nearby wood waiting for his time, his unique senses vindictively tormented by the cruel memory of the beating. There was nothing to be done but wait for his time of revenge!

Now, he clung in motionless silence to the shadows of the overgrowth, his burning amber eyes piercing the surroundings. He watched the girl's approach and knew her from the time before. There was youth and vivacious beauty in her movements, his inimitable instincts told him. Earlier, he had stalked the house of the brutish man who had so cruelly hurt him. Then, he had intuitively moved toward this old house where people had once lived. There, he waited, a mysterious and indefinable power advising him of the oncoming girl and her relationship to the man and the town he had sworn his animal vengeance against.

Sometimes, maybe too often, when she was alone and uneasy, Nancy thought of her parents and that fateful night they had the accident on the way to Houston. It was futile, even foolish, she knew; they were long gone, long ago, and now there was only her uncle, and her love for Zed, but she couldn't help thinking about them sometimes.

Well, she did love her uncle and aunt, straightlaced as they were. They'd been good to her; besides, he was her mother's brother and only living relative. Her own parents never would have stood for her romance with Zed.

My God ! What was that? For a moment, she'd thought she saw eyes, burning eyes like glowing coals in that brush! What on earth could it be? Maybe, she'd better start running...

Lobo anticipated the long, dark-haired teenager's frightened move seconds before she made it, and with furtive swiftness bolted from his hidden place to confront her there on the narrow verandah of the house!

In overwhelming horror, Nancy froze! She stared in awesome disbelief at the massive creature's viciously bared fangs gleaming in the faint moon-light! Her breathing choked in her young throat at the blazing eyes that were fixed on her and the ferocious, deep-throated growl that the huge beast gave forth threateningly. Had she tried, she knew that she could not move, for her legs were growing numb, as if they were petrified! It was him, that wild dog! The thing around his neck glistening in the sunlight. He was someone's pet, she knew, rumored to be Anna Sapeaux's runaway, part-dog, part-wolf. She had thought she'd seen an ID tag when they'd chased and gotten close to them those two months before. Oh God! He was moving toward her, crouching, preparing to leap...

Scream! Scream! She tried, but could only gasp, and then, with her terror pressing the breath of life out of her chest, she fainted.

Mark found the virginal, innocent girl squirming in his arms in a way that he would not have thought possible. She was trembling with arousal as he licked and sucked on her breasts and he palmed the fat mound of her pussy, her panties the only barrier to his touch. There was nothing to prevent his slipping his fingertips under the crotchband of that flimsy garment and delving into that warm crevasse, and that is what he did. His fingers found a well of hot, slippery liquid, nearly gushing from her. He heard her moan and her hands clutched weakly at the wrist of that hand.

"Oh, Mark," she breathed. "You've got to stop, before it's too late!"

He groaned and pushed a gentle finger into her wet vagina. "Yeah, babe, but I don't think I can." He found her clit and felt it swell and throb to his touch, and he began to manipulate it in a way he had learned long ago. His cock was hard and burning with need and he loosened his belt buckle and zipper to make room for the expansion. His fingers now moved freely between her legs and he dipped inside her pussy and then made her moan when they slid into that other, tight hole just below it. Her mouth was devouring him and as he pulled her panties down her unresisting legs, he knew that before long, right or wrong, their time would come to fuck like normal sweethearts everywhere.

Zed could not believe his eyes as he saw the darling girl lift her hips to let Mark draw her panties off her long shapely legs. Her legs stayed parted and her knees lifted slightly, revealing the fur-mantled slit and just beneath that, the pink dimple, her hairless, innocent ass peeking out from between her plump, round buttocks. So this was the little angel who sang soprano solos in church every Sunday! Boy, wouldn't the town love to see this!

Mark, his cheeks swollen flushed with arousal, slid the weakly compliant girl out of her remaining clothing and quickly shucked off his trousers while her big breasts heaved. He looked down at her with her hair spread around her head like a jar of spilled golden honey, matching the silky triangle at the base of her perfect, smooth belly. She was the most desirable girl he had ever seen - and she was his!

Britney struggled with herself, with her feelings, with her desires. She was about to surrender what she had vowed she would only give to her husband. The confusing part was that this man would soon be her husband, so why must she wait? But another side of her intellect told her that he wasn't her husband yet and that she must try to resist.

The only problem was, she had no strength to resist. She had allowed him, with barely a protest, to undress her totally. Now, while her breasts and stiffened nipples hummed with his mouthing of them, his fingers were sliding in and out of her hot, wet vagina. The feelings were irresistible, overwhelming, like those few times when, on the verge of sleep, she had masturbated herself, stroking her hot little clit until the fluids flowed down her thighs and her breasts, belly and thighs vibrated with her climax. She tried to move, but the feelings in her feminine core sapped her strength. Had she known that Zed Prater was watching from just a few feet away, that he could see everything that was being done to her private genitals by her beloved Mark, she would have been jolted awake and out of the trough of arousal she was wallowing in now.

Zed could see Mark's fingers sliding up and down the warm fold of her labia and knew that if someone didn't get in there soon and fuck that pussy, then he would. His own hand found his own inhumanly-sized cock, brought it out of his pants, and began stroking it to relief.

Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Nancy's young belly as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. Her teenage brain functioned in its effort to restore normality. Where was she? The sun no longer shone in her eyes. Wh-what had happened?

Thunder filled her head as she came awake in the warm summer air as simultaneously, further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her youthful loins and belly. Nancy raised her hands to her throat in revived fear. She lifted herself to her elbows with the returning of her memory. She had fainted on the verandah and someone had dragged her inside somewhere. And then, in the subdued light of the living room of the old house, she saw that she was naked, wholly and shamefully naked, saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart and that the massive wolf-like German Shepherd was standing between her thighs - his tongue laxly out and his great head lowered just above - above her panty-less vagina!

Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the young virginal core of her naked body. The warm, wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue spread open the plump, hair-lined lips of her tight young vulval crevice, laving its sensitive, pink inner- flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion brushing over her! My God! He... he was licking her down there between her open thighs!

Had she been petrified prior to fainting, Nancy was now shockingly panic-stricken. The unbelievable sight of what was happening between her naked, widespread legs, the realization that the vicious animal was actually licking at her virginal young pussy with his hot, wet tongue, was about to drive her hysterical. Yet, somehow, she knew that she must retain control of herself if she were to come out of this alive! To struggle against him in any way might bring him fiercely tearing out her throat!

She couldn't restrain the whimper of extreme dread when she saw tatters of her clothing ripped and strewn about them. God, he must have torn them from her with his teeth! Wh-what sort of animal was it that would do such a thing to a human female ? She gaped at him through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her helplessly exposed vaginal lips. A tremor of incredible sensations caused her to convulse in her shameful nakedness. Oh God, he - he was almost human, that expression in his unrelenting eyes. And what he was doing to her nakedly stripped loins!

Oooohh! What he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous feelings in her belly, and her pussy, in spite of her fear, felt as if there was a hot little fire glowing inside it! Even her breasts tingled in excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples. But, but this was insane! Oh God! The dog would kill her before he was done, would tear her to pieces! What if Zed came and saw her, like this, right now? She had to keep her head, to get away from him as soon as possible! Maybe, maybe, if she just jumped to her feet and ran ? God, she had to do something; he intended to kill her - she felt certain of that - and perhaps even eat her!

It was the latter horrible thought that made Nancy feebly cry out, then attempt to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away. Lobo waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the curvaceous, naked teenager in icy-veined terror. She sobbed out uncontrollably, the fear-filled, choking sounds little more than animalistic whines in the gripping anguish of her unbearable horror. From that point, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but moved as quickly as any wild animal. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthful curved hips, his wet tongue hanging loosely from his rapaciously open mouth!

Nancy dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Hadn't she seen animals do it together on the farm like this so many times? Good Lord! Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force when he assumed his luridly obscene position behind her defenselessly upraised buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the dog tag that hung from his neck grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her nude back! He... he was going...going to do it to her... as if she were nothing more than a bitch in heat!

"N-no... no, please !" Nancy heard herself whimper as something long, blunt and thick probed wetly back between the nakedly raised trembling mounds of her softly trembling buttocks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! My God, she was a virgin - and he was going to do it to her!

At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when she sensed the nose of his hardened animal-penis prodding at the tight, wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! Dear God, no... no! She desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair-fringed lips, found the tiny, tender opening, and forced its way up into her already-lubricated little vaginal passage with a slight, wet popping sound and rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide apart before its blunt-tipped hardness!

Nancy gasped for illusive breath as the huge length of blood- filled dog-penis stretched and filled her young cuntal channel like a muscular arm rammed into the sleeve of a child's garment, its bulbous end smacking heavily back up against the very base of her tender, young cervix. Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp, while the great beast who was mounting her from behind snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to hump and fuck up into her with smooth and practiced strokes!

The teenager's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations! Her entire head vibrated with the pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthful white body that was bent nakedly before the wild fucking dog, quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her vaginal passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed off limb of a tree; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her, and her tender channel began to fill with her feminine lubricant as never before as the thrusting cock began touching sensitive trigger points inside and outside her tender, young vagina! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!

It struck her then that his heavily burrowing penis of hardened animal-flesh had ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of her hymen give way with a bursting stab of pain, and she was certain the vicious beast had horribly torn the expanded little hole of her vaginal mouth! Oh God, she might bleed to death there in that deserted cellar if he didn't kill her outright!

Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried to shake free from his long, piercing thick hardness, from her cock-filled young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Lobo's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her teenage bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her soft waist and hips! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her helplessly clasping, young vagina, spreading and stretching the virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long, wild cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread thighs!

The panting Lobo's savage intellect made the mighty dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, as it had with his own female bitches when he selected and demanded from them, breeding the younger members of the pack he had returned to after leaving his human mistress. A spirit of exhilarating revenge raced through his savage body as he watched the upper portion of her smooth, female back drop until her face and young, human breasts were flattened down against the softness of the grass, the rounded mounds of her soft, white buttocks raised submissively to his vindictive assault. This, he knew, would help compensate him, avenge him for the bruises, cuts, and broken rib he had suffered at the hands of the big black man. By conquering his enemy's female, he could in part conquer the enemy, return pain for pain.

Through his unfathomable keen senses he felt his long, lust- hardened penis slithering forward with a wet charge until it was entirely buried in the clutching moist heat of her tightly clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling pubic hair. Mercilessly, he bucked and plunged into the hot, yielding flesh of her baby vagina, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his huge, thickly lengthening rod of hotly driving flesh!

Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity the wild, wolf-like dog was committing on her helpless, naked body, Nancy could not ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal cock had almost immediately set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her virginal young loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, only the invading presence of the brute's long, thick cock plowing open the sensitive, resistant flesh of her never before entered vagina, registered in her mind. Like a hotly reaming piston, it had raced into her unprotected pussy, until in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the vainly resisting channel! Desperately, she had fought for breath while tears of pain streamed down her cheeks and her convulsing body struggled in its vulnerable nakedness to be free! But as the brute relentlessly continued to fuck up into the liquid, wide-stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, the pain seemed to dissolve into impossible sensations of intensely growing arousal, equaling those that his hot, waving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly! Oh God, if she was sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God ..

Oh, Zed, dear Zed. Please don't come here now!

Now, as unthinkable as it was, she had begun to feel the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the opened, smooth mounds of her nakedly exposed buttocks and her tender, sensitive pink ass, and she pressed her face and tingling, nipple-tipped breasts harder down until they were flattened and groveling onto the grass-softened earth!

Her young brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a virginal, teenage human, being attacked and actually raped by a wild dog, as if she were a female of his own kind!

Oh God, was it really taking place? And why did she think of a wild dog as "he" rather than "it", as if the brute were himself human? There! There! She'd done it again... "himself!" It had to be his spellbinding, hard animal-cock that was wildly filling her burning pussy-hole! Never in her life had she felt so lust- filled, or even known the lewd, obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked, fucked, and fucked some more until she was almost dead from the joy of it!

"Oooohh... ooohhh... yes, yes... do it! Do it to me like that!" Nancy hissed with a trembling whisper, twisting her earth- dirtied, young face to gape back and up at the panting beast vengefully fucking into her. She knew he had impaled her all the way up to the testicles on his huge animal-cock and heedlessly reveling in newly discovered joy at its unnatural possession of her newly awakened young cunt!

She breathed a sensual moan of passion from her lust- moistened lips, and began to move uncontrollably backwards with rhythmic gyrations to meet Lobo's ravaging thrusts. His forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms, and she began to wantonly undulate her curvaceous young body back at him in the perpetual undulations of the female whore down through the ages.

Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, the teenager's intuition told her that with them she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the massive, wild animal fucking inhumanely into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, dammed away the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only youthful, secret lust filled her now as she rotated her white, smoothly rounded young buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beast's wildly plunging cock, giving her naked self fully to the erotic wonder of the lewd animal fucking she was receiving back in her now eagerly absorbing young pussy.

He would spare her because of his sexual attachment, realizing she was more than a friend, perhaps a mistress, a female he had taken from his enemy, the man that had caused him so much pain. And she knew as well that they - every man in the valley - would not rest until this wild brute was dead, once they learned what had happened to her! There was no one to tell the ugly truth, to reveal the whorish manner in which she was voluntarily grinding her lewdly spread nakedness back onto the huge dog's beautiful driving cock! Animals couldn't speak, couldn't talk about their master's indiscretions!

Lobo knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of her desire- clenched vagina back onto his thrusting length of hardened maleness, an inbred, unquestionable sensation of male domination momentarily sparking the depths of his wilderness keened brain. The lower, more base instincts of her soft, human body had taken control, even as her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he humped more heavily up between her open buttocks. Such were the inevitable plights of the human, had once been his own, and perhaps would be again - but now!

Nancy wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her tightly clasping pussy! God, she was little more than a disgusting whore, but she'd never even imagined such erotic bliss! Just to see it, to see it fucking in and out up inside her hot, wetly clasping cunt lips that had never known more than her own tiny finger! But, at best, she could only visualize the orgiastic spectacle, the mere thought of their lewd, unnatural coupling sending unknown, salacious excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal-flesh, sensing the rivulets of moisture building wetly in the smoothly rotating crevice of her plump labia. Then, she felt the tiny streams beginning to dribble down the backs and rhythmically working tendons of her supple inner thighs, while the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her!

In and out, in and out, Lobo rapidly fucked the slavishly kneeling girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the open, dark cellar, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human rape of her helplessly naked young body. His powerful, hardened penis was bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever, he knew, and therein lay his revenge upon the black man that had hurt him. Between each thrust, he sensed her tender young vaginal passage relaxing, then swallowing his solid length back up inside again and holding it fast in a hot, hungry clutch of eagerly working cuntal muscles and feminine flesh. He saw her smooth, white body tense and relax again and again beneath him as she began to moan incessantly. His great organ seemed to grow and harden even more when he felt the soft, fleshy ridges inside her hot contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.

Again, she twisted her head to look back at him and he witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the coming scream half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side her, long chestnut-hair flailing about her naked shoulders. She had reached the beginning paroxysm of female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded, white buttocks hotly and crazily back against him like any of the rutting bitches of his own wild dog pack. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy, buttock flattening humps up between the soft, furiously undulating mounds of human, female-flesh. Once more, she screamed, this time, her cry piercing the hot day while she rammed deliriously back onto his huge thrusting hardness, and he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting loads of its hot, wet semen in ropy, bullet-like spurts deep up into her young hungrily-clasping vagina!

Lobo felt her smooth, rounded buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against his hotly emptying testicles, uncontrollably hollowing and tensing, indicating the zenith moment within her voraciously quivering young belly. He felt the thick, wet combination of their orgasmic release flowing out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her hot, clutching young vaginal channel ravenously squeezed and pulled at his rapidly spurting, throbbing penis.

She fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked dark hair of her ravished young loins, as she breathed heavily in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and across the warm, empty valley, an eerie howl of triumph split the heavy silence, heard by only very few.

Mark's big cock was painfully distended and hard, pink with the head purple with blood. There was only one thing he could do with it, what he would have done to Sarah a year ago without a second thought. But this was Britney, his future wife, and he knew he should wait. But how could he stop himself? His body moved over the lovely blonde's quivering nakedness and her thighs tried to press together to hold him off, but in her burning arousal with this young man that she loved so passionately, she lacked the strength to prevent him from insinuating his hips there between. The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.

Britney sobbed with excited panic, her big, firm tits heaving up against Mark's hairy chest. Just the feeling of him against her tender nipples was enough to drive her mad. Her hands tried to push against his chest but ultimately only succeeded in grasping with a claw-like urgency at his shoulders. One of her nylon-clad knees raised up and her unshod foot rubbed sensually up and down over the back of his lower leg.

Oh, Mark, my darling! Oh, oh, ooooh! her mind screamed. Visions of her parents' faces, the eyes of Minister Tzappas, swam accusingly before her face. She was betraying their trust, she and Mark both were, and it caused her cheeks to burn with shame. Her love had raised up on one arm and was holding his thing, his big penis, in his hands, pointing it there, at her vagina, nudging it against the sopping furry lips of her femininity. "Oh, God, no Mark! You've got to stop." She squirmed her hips to quell her need but only helped the cock's tip nuzzle a good half inch inside her pussy. "Oh, no!" she gasped. "Mark, pleeeease!"

From his vantage point, Zed grit his teeth and held his breath. He could see the Councilman's prick sinking into the pink- lipped, virginal cunt, and his own jealousy was only exceeded by the excitement of the erotic sight of what appeared to be the girl's impending deflowering. He saw Britney's hips squirm again defensively, saw her pert buttocks part and her tiny ass twitch with apprehension.

"Mark! MARK!" And then Mark was bearing down with his slender hips and driving his hard shaft into the girl's chaste vagina. Britney gave a throaty moan as she felt herself stretched and entered, her hymen tearing easily before the onslaught of the virile, invading penis. Somewhere far away, a dog gave a wolfish howl, and a frisson of eerie fear played down the nape of Britney's neck as Mark's hard, insistent penis thrust deeper into her burning, wet love channel. The young man gasped as he felt the loving caress of her cuntal walls along the throbbing length of his cock.

"Oh, no, Mark," she gasped. "Oh, no!" And she felt his cock sliding deep, deep, deep into her hungry vagina. Mark gave a groan of rapture, and without moving, began to throb his penis inside her, gently stretching her virginal channel, finding the most sensitive spot inside her.

"Ooooohhh... Yes, darling... Yes, darling," she moaned.

He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat commenced a soft opening and closing as it swallowed his throbbing shaft.

He did not move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsing into the pierced lovely beneath him. Now, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair. Her head lolled from side to side in a semi-conscious state, as her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling fleshy spit. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.

There was no longer pain, Britney reasoned nebulously. Her body was involuntarily coming to life. A maddening electric tingle had burst into being within her womb and surged relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, dancing like wild demons across her milky-white thighs, coursing the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the sensitized tips of her pink palpitating nipples.

"Oh, Dezzy, I love your pussy, I love you," he groaned as he felt his pubis push against her wet cunt. His hips began to move automatically in the age-old motions of fucking, plunging his cock, at first slowly, and then with a building tempo, into her tight, unused vagina. Britney felt his hairy balls flopping against her tingling ass and, in a sudden spasm of surrender, raised her thighs to grant his easier access to her gushing vagina.

She was doing it! Actually doing it, having sex with Mark! And her brain swam with the reality of it. She was so glad of many things now: That they had left Chicago, that she had met Mark and fallen in love, that she had waited to learn about sex rather than accepting any of the many offers she had had in her first year at the University back in the big city. Mark had now introduced her to a new world, and right now, his thing in her pussy was all the world she wanted to know. It felt so good, so complete, so warm and intimate! She never wanted to know or touch another man in her life. The feelings were amazing, his chest pressed against her breasts, his motion between her thighs, the collision of his testicles against the sensitive area below where his...his penis...was thrusting so pleasurably into her hot, wet hole. She felt her pussy gush another flood of lubricant and she blushed at the liquid sound of his cock in her cunt. Oh, oh, oh!

Only a few feet away, jacking his giant shaft in his hand, Zed watched the action through bulging eyes. Damn, here he was, watching her first fuck from close up. Almost like doing it himself. Well, not quite. No, nothing like it, and he raged inside that that faggot Mark Revis had got there first. He knew he should be with Nancy right now, fucking her, but he was so wrapped up in this angel-bitch's deflowering that she had slipped his mind. He watched her honey blonde hair tossing on the blanket, her knees lifted high and spread wide while her thighs flexed rhythmically on either side of Mark Revis's humping hips.

Zed saw the young man's puny cock thrusting avidly into Britney's pink-rimmed pussy, the inner cuntal lining clinging lovingly to the withdrawing shaft on the outstroke, then folding back inside on the instroke. As the innocent, sexually-awakened girl fucked her cunt mindlessly up over Revis's unimpressive, thrusting cock, low, throaty noises of passion and wonder came from her trembling throat, nothing like the soprano sounds she emitted when she sang in the choir. Zed saw that her whole underside, buttocks and bottom cleft, were slick and shiny with the juice that dribbled from her almost virginal sexhole. The pure and untouched angel had been replaced by a fully aroused and wanton slut! Zed stroked his giant, black cock faster and harder. Damn, he wanted some of that pussy!

While the sheriff watched lustfully from his subterranean viewpoint, Britney felt the passion growing in her belly, radiating from her oozing, hot vagina through her inner thighs, womb, and up to her breasts. So this was what it was like, this filling of her private feminine passage with the meat of her adored Mark. She wondered that she had been able to go through her teens without experiencing this joy with one of the many boys who had paid court to her, but she was also very glad that she had waited to share this moment with this man she loved so deeply. As his deep thrusts found a secret, sensitive part of her burning vagina, Britney groaned and her hips began to shake uncontrollably. Zed saw her dig her heels into the ground, her plump asscheeks bouncing up and down on the blanket beneath, and he knew she was about to come. A gush of liquid from her pink- rimmed cunt bathed her lover's balls and he gave a reflexive moan as he felt her tight pussy sucking the come from him. He felt the semen dart upward from his balls and his gaze locked on her steaming, blue eyes as she gave a grunt and began to shudder with her climax.

Britney began to whimper with the deep feeling of her orgasm as his sperm streamed into her eagerly clutching vagina, filling her belly with his hot, comforting cream. Mark's thrusts became frenzied as he continued emptying his sperm into his beloved's cunt for the first time, groaning in his chest and spasming, his cock ramming back and forth in her pleasure-giving hole, his balls slapping wetly against the sensitive dimple of her ass. Britney kicked her long, shapely legs up straight, then folded them around Mark's humping ass, her heels digging into his buttocks while his prick squeezed out the very last drop of his semen into her grateful belly.

The girl seemed to go completely limp, her heels dropping and her knees splaying out widely, lying relaxed on the blanket, her eyes half-closed but totally unseeing, unaware that Zed was watching from just a few feet away, pumping his cum into the dirt while Mark's leaked obscenely from her just-fucked vagina to pool on the blanket beneath her glistening asscheeks.

From far away came the sound of a dog or wolf howling again, startling all of them. Her eyes opened and she whispered up to her lover, "What was that?"

Zed reeled his giant penis in and tucked it away in his pants. He had heard the howling and now he remembered Nancy. He should get back to the truck and phone Hank, his Deputy, to run over to the old house and check on poor Nancy. She must be worried about why he hadn't shown up. He would have to think of a good excuse.

"I want BLOOD!" Zed roared, shaking the windows of the conference room with his angry voice. "I want that dog's hide on my door."

Deputy Hank Bollinger was there, scratching his crotch and nodding. It was he who had found the ravished Nancy Pace naked and unconscious at the old Hudson house, lying there in a puddle of dog semen. The story she had told was near unbelievable, but Minister Tzappas, the town MD had taken a specimen and identified it as exactly what the girl had said it was in her sobbing, shaken voice. In the most unspeakably effective way, the dog had taken revenge on Zed for the dreadful beating he had received from the hateful sheriff.

Mark looked up from the long table where all the town councilors were seated while Zed paced furiously up and down the room.

"I can understand your feelings, Zed, but what do you suggest we do?" Mark asked.

Zed drove his right fist in his left palm. "What else? We raise an armed posse and search the countryside until we find him. Put a five thousand dollar bounty on his head."

The men at the table all looked around indecisively. Then one of them, Bill Wilkins, said, "We can probably raise that. It might be worth it."

Zed suppressed a smile. He had plans to collect the reward himself at the same time he was avenging himself on the dog. It would be a good start for him and Nancy, part of a down payment on a house, perhaps, or money for a nice honeymoon. He knew the girl would need it after her experience.

"Now wait a minute, Zed," Mark protested. "We can't have a gang of liquored-up men ransacking the county with shotguns looking for a dog. People could get hurt." He looked around the table and saw the others nod their agreement. "People could get killed."

Zed ground his teeth. This motherfucking politician had thrown cold water on his best plans ever since he had come to town. Mark had opposed a raise for him, had opposed the hiring of a second deputy and the renovation of the sheriff's office.

"I mean, how can we be sure it was that way, if you'll pardon my asking?"

Zed's eyes blazed and he nodded at Hank Bollinger, who said "I found her lying on the run at the Hudson house, naked as a plucked little jay-bird and covered with gism, poor kid..."

"Had she been mauled, Hank?" Mark questioned, repeating the question that Doctor/Minister Tzappas had not answered.

"Hell, couldn't tell for sure," the other replied. "Didn't see any blood, but she was crazy, hysterical, moaning that the goddamned brute had raped her!"

"And how is she now?"

"She's sleeping. Doctor gave her a sedative."

Mark looked back at Zed. The big ape-chested, black man was unshaven and dressed in his usual non-uniform of khaki shirt open at the collar, leather hunting pants and boots. He'd been drinking; his small black eyes were bloodshot and his bush of black hair uncombed. To Mark, he always looked like a man just a step from being a criminal himself.

"Hello, Dr. Tzappas," Mark greeted the tall physician as he walked in, then asked him. "What happened? How is she?"

"I'll tell you what happened, Revis! That goddamned wild sonofabitch dog raped my fiancée, and I'm going to hang its hide as high as that flag on the flagpole in front of town-hall! Only first, I'm going to rip the bastard's nuts off!" Zed bitterly snarled, addressing the fact that Mark had warned him against taking an armed posse into the countryside again for any reason.

Mark said: "What are your findings, Doctor?"

Tzappas solemnly nodded, giving medical credence to the broad-shouldered police-chief's ranting version. "No doubt about it, Mark. The beast actually attacked her. Its animal semen was present in my examination. Surprisingly, it didn't harm her in any other way. Oh a few scratches, but they could have occurred when it tore the clothing from her. Actually, she's suffering mostly from shock. I've given her a sedative. She's sleeping in my office."

"You mean, the dog literally ripped the clothing from her?" Mark asked in disbelief.

"You're fucking right he did!" Zed roared, raising a water glass half-filled with liquor to his lips. He gulped half of it, breathing in shortened rasps as he glared at the deputy. "Ripped the goddamned panties and everything else right off her, and Hank Bollinger was there and gathered 'em up! I tell you again, Revis, that devil dog's got to die! It ain't enough that the pack is killing the sheep, now they're attacking young, innocent girls and fucking 'em like bitches! You tell me that bastard ain't some kind of evil spirit of Satan, himself ?"

"You're talking like a wild man, Zed!" Mark replied. "I don't know the answer but there has to be one! Maybe-maybe Nancy can give it to us when she's herself again."

"You go to hell, Revis!" the powerful man snarled, stomping about the room, then gulping the remainder of his drink. "I, for one, ain't waiting for that evil sonofabitch to attack another girl in this valley! I aim to do something about it, whether you put up a reward or not! I'm forming a posse and going out!"

"There'll be no posse, Zed-unless we call for it," Mark calmly interrupted him. "I won't tolerate an armed uprising. Out there is civilized territory, and we here on the council intend to keep it that way. We won't have a bunch of beer-swilling maniacs riding those hills with rifles and shotguns!"

"Please, men, both of you, stop!" Dr. Tzappas stepped in. "You're letting this get the best of you. I know it's a horrible situation, but you must try to work together, for the good of the community!"

Mark swallowed. He wasn't pleased with the way things were going.

"Of course, you're right, Minister. I'm sorry," he said, watching the tall man's slow, understanding smile. "I'll place a call to the conservation department immediately. This is their problem."

"Problem!" Zed blurted. "Their problem! You go to hell, Revis! This is my problem, and every man, woman, and child's in this valley! That fucking brute raped my fiancée and I won't fucking sit back while some yellow-bellied politician decides to do nothing about it! You've got twenty-four hours, Councilor, and you better hope that son of Satan doesn't attack another girl!" he roared, slamming his fist down hard onto a table before storming toward the doorway. "How would you like it if that cur dog had come and mounted your sweet little blonde warbler and split her sweet little cunt open with his big dog cock?"

Mark began to rise angrily at that remark, but Zed was already on his way to the door. There, he turned back one final time. "I warn you, politician, twenty-four hours, and then I defy any man in this valley to stop me!" Mark stood straight and silent, listening to the big man's heavy foot-falls as he left. In all truth, if everything Doc had said was accurate, he was hardly sure he could blame the police chief-except that he was drunk, or nearly so.

"He's upset, Mark," Tzappas said, breaking the silence. "You know Zed, spontaneous and gruff. He only knows one way."

"An old and savage way, I'm afraid," Mark replied, sighing and taking a half-turn around the room.

"Would you like a drink?" the physician invited.

"No thanks. I'd like a bit more information, though."

"Shoot."

"Y-you're certain the dog actually raped her?"

The little man made a shrugging motion. "How certain can you be? Intercourse, yes. The presence of the dog's sperm, yes. Absolutely!"

"But he didn't hurt her," Mark enthusiastically pressed.

"I said there were no marks indicating that. No, none. Positively none. And I am as amazed as you are, Mark. It seems almost diabolical, doesn't it?"

"I-I don't know, Dr. Tzappas. Christ, I really don't know what to think," Mark heard himself reply, his mind whirling. "Those crazy rumors that have been going around. That it's Anna Sapeaux's runaway pet and that Zed always hated the animal. How is Anna, anyway?"

"Oh, she's fine. She's mentioned the dog to me, you know. He's the leader of a pack now"

"Do you believe it, Doc?"

The tall man offered an excusing smile. "I'm a doctor, Mark. For nearly twenty years I believe only what I see, feel, taste, know to be fact. And that's hard to believe. All of this is near incredible."

"That's strange coming from a man of the cloth," Mark commented. Mark felt a cold shiver move over him. "I mean, what would you say to it?"

"Anna is a strange young woman, that's all I can say."

"Yeah, I've always thought so. I've talked to her, too. Britney is best friends with her, but I wish she'd leave Britney alone," Mark said, slowly standing up from the table. "It... it can't be true, can it, Dr. Tzappas?"

The tall man had poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher on the table. He quietly sat himself into a chair across from Mark, sipped first, then stared off beyond. "I truly don't know how to answer you, Mark. I've spent a long time in my two professions and this is the first case of this nature I've ever encountered. I have to deal only with the facts, I repeat, that's the nature of my first profession. Yours requires more, and that's your problem, if I may say so. But to answer you, Mark, can it be true? I say, everything is true until it's proven false, and that's the law of the universe!"

"But... But it can't be, really, can it? Christ, it can't be!"

The tall man smiled wryly and nodded as he raised his glass of water. "I know," he said, "I know what you mean."

Though she had done it many times, Britney felt strange standing on Anna Sapeaux's front porch and knocking, for it was the purpose of her visit that filled her with trepidation. For almost as long as she had lived here, Britney had been coming to visit the pretty bleach-blonde thirty-year-old at least twice a week, and they were fast friends. The only thing that Britney didn't particularly like about the older woman had been her liaison with Zed, for she could never quite get over her aversion to interracial romances. She, Britney, could never be so involved, and the idea of her friend's doing it put her off. But then Zed and Anna had split up and Britney didn't have to worry about running into him when she visited her friend, didn't have to endure his creepy leer.

But her reason for this visit now was linked to Zed's new fiancée, or rather, what had happened to her, and whether the rumors about the perpetrator's, the dog's, being Anna's runaway pet were true.

Anna answered the door, stuck her head out quickly, looking up and down the street, and then hastily pulled Britney inside.

"Anna, what's going on?" Britney asked, surprised at her friend's manner. "You act like a woman hunted."

Anna curled up on the couch, pulling her long legs up under her, and glanced behind her out the window, again, cautiously. As Britney sat in a stuffed chair opposite, Anna was a shadowy silhouette against the glare of the sun through the window behind her.

"That's exactly what I am, Dezzy," Anna replied. "Exactly that. They're blaming me for what happened to Nancy." Anna lit a cigarette. "At least some people are, and one of them is Zed Prater."

"Why, how can he blame you, Anna? You had nothing to do with it."

Anna took two drags on her cigarette. "Not directly, no. But- "

Britney looked at her friend, waiting for the answer to the mystery in the truncated sentence. "Come on, Anna. Tell me what you mean-"

Anna laughed bitterly. "Zed and I, you know, we used to be real close. You know that. But he and Lobo hate each other with a bloody passion."

"Lobo?" Britney leaned forward in her seat.

"Lobo," Anna said with a nod. "Lobo is his name. He's my dog."

Britney caught her breath. "Then the rumors are true."

The older woman nodded again. "Completely. My pet from a puppy. My lover long before I knew Zed."

Britney's eyes widened, only half comprehending what the other had said. "Lover?"

Anna glanced behind herself again and drew the curtains. She spoke in a low voice, as if afraid to be heard. There was no doubt that she was. "Zed and Lobo were jealous of me. At first it was Lobo that was upset. You know Zed used to come here. We were lovers, and Zed's huge cock-excuse my Greek-kept me happy most of the time. A woman needs a man for a lover and companion, and Zed's got a lot of sex appeal."

Britney closed her eyes briefly and thought of Mark, what they had done yesterday, how she had craved his hard, thrusting penis, how she knew she would want it again, how she wanted it at this very moment, even though he was busy at work and completely inaccessible.

Britney nodded, understanding a woman's need, yet still not understanding how Anna could let Zed touch her. She stopped trying to understand as Anna went on.

"The big blowout came when Zed came home and caught me with Lobo in bed."

Britney shook her head, Anna's meaning not clear. "In bed?"

Anna looked at Britney and smiled. "I always wanted to tell you, sweetie, but I didn't want to scare you. Lobo was my lover, before Zed. You've still got that silly look on your face. Darling, Lobo used to screw me, fuck me with his cock, just like he did to Nancy Pace. Only with me it wasn't rape. I wanted him. Lobo. I taught him how, a few years ago when I was lonely and hated men, after my divorce. He was just a little more than a pup."

The younger woman sat with blue eyes wide with horror and disbelief. A dog, fucking her friend Anna? It was too much to take in. "Anna-" Britney gasped. "Anna, you didn't!"

Anna laughed. "Baby, I did, and I loved every inch of it." Anna sat back, puffing her cigarette and reminiscing. "Now, it's said. I never liked hiding anything from you. You've been a real friend, and I often wanted to share him with you, but I knew you'd be put off."

"Anna!" was all Britney could say.

"Oh, sweetie, there's nothing like it. When he licks a girl's pussy and tits, she goes weak. And when he pushes his big, beautiful cock into you and fucks you like a triphammer, you're his slave forever. After that, all he has to do is come near you and you go into spasms."

Britney sat there aghast, tingling with shock. She's couldn't believe that Anna was even talking this way. "Anna, you know I could never-"

Anna nodded. "Baby, I know it. But he'll never come around here again. Zed ran him off when he caught us together, beat him with a table so he was near dead. He barely got away, but it looks like he's back to strength and out looking for a female of his own. He could be looking for you right now, Dezzy. He saw you when you'd come to visit. Remember how he used to sniff around your butt and lick you knees?"

Britney remembered, and shuddered. No, no, no! her mind screamed. She couldn't believe she had been that close to the evil dog. She rose, her lips trembling. "I can't believe you'd say that to me, Anna."

"Dez, I can't help it. I'm only being honest. But I'll never see my darling Lobo again. Zed hurt him so bad he'll never come back here. He thinks I'm with Zed and have rejected him. But now that they're both gone, I still think of Lobo. He's the real noble savage in these parts."

The young woman backed away, her knees weak. "Anna, I've got to go. I can't listen to this anymore."

Anna nodded and wiped a tear from her face. "Sorry, sweetie. I got carried away, but it's true and I can't change that. Once a woman's got that cock in her, she can't stop herself until she comes. Any woman, any time."

Britney ran out the door, holding her ears, feeling a terrified trembling in her womb.

"Any woman, any time," she heard Anna say again before she cleared the porch, crossed the lawn, and got into her car.

Mark crossed the plush carpet of the hotel's lobby, feeling of two minds at a time. Part of him was elated at being here, at this convention, here with the company and support of Britney's parents. This was the first step on the way to the state senate, and from there, with luck, his path would lead to the US Senate. From there, it was anybody's guess how high he could go. At his side walked Jay Markbrite, Britney's straight-laced father, now nearly fifty, and his lovely fortyish wife, Margaret. The Markbrite's had come as friends of influence to lend support to Mark in his dealings with the party bosses. It was all based on nepotism and cronyism, and Mark didn't really like that aspect of it, but having Jay with him was almost sure to give him that extra edge. It was almost certain that his party's nominee would be elected, for the other party was on the wane now, having displeased the voters in many ways. That meant Mark was on his way to the state capital, and the thought excited him. At thirty, he was old enough to move in those circles, and the Markbrites didn't seem to care that he was over ten years older than their beloved daughter. They trusted him, and that's what was important.

Excited and pleased with his situation, Mark was still unhappy to be separated from Britney, who had stayed behind in Brighton's Meadows. Last night, they had been together, at Mark's apartment, and had made love again. Britney had protested at first, saying it was still wrong, and dangerous, that she was afraid of pregnancy, afraid of many things. But they had got carried away, again, and they had ridden the rollercoaster of passion and ecstasy. At least, Mark had. Britney's worries had retarded her climax and Mark's state of mind had hastened his and he had come and filled her belly with his seed, he thought before she had attained her peak. So they had parted melancholy this morning, and it pained him to leave her with that juvenile tear in her eye.

The small group paused in the lobby. "Mark, I think we could all do with a shower and freshening up before the banquet tonight. Margaret?"

Mark nodded. "Shall we say at nine, then, Jay?"

"Nine it is," Markbrite answered, offering his arm to his lovely wife and strolling away with her.

Mark turned in the opposite direction, intending to get a drink in the bar before going up to his room, and that was when he saw Sarah. She was standing by the elevator, her hand on her hip and that brazen expression on her face. She smiled, knowingly. She was beautiful in an irresistible way, and exuded sex, the way he always thought of her.

"How's the future state senator?" Sarah asked in a velvet voice. "Got any time for a humble voter."

"Never mind that," he said, suspicious of her presence. "What are you doing here, Sarah?"

"Just wanted to talk to you, since we're both here at the same convention."

"I only have a few minutes, Sarah."

"I know," said the auburn-haired girl in the smart suit, standing tall and lovely by the elevator's polished door. "Word carries fast back in Brighton's, Councilor. My sources told me that Nancy Pace was deflowered yesterday, and by dear old Anna's pet dog."

Mark couldn't help but glare at her severely attractive young face.

"That's not to be taken lightly, Sarah," he snapped, glancing toward the bar and simultaneously weighing his proximity to this twenty-six year old girl he'd known too many years. "The town's in an uproar."

"I'd expect that... with Zed Prater inciting the whole thing, right?

"Right."

"Well, while that Lobo bastard was cavorting in town his uglies were raising hell with our livestock, darling," she said, her large green eyes engulfing him. "We can stand the herd loss, but they scared one of my favorite horses into a ditch. He broke his leg and we had to put him down. Something has to be done, Mark. That's why I've come up here to talk to these fat politicians."

"We're contemplating that, Sarah," Mark said, fidgeting. "In the meantime, you can make a government claim for your reasonable losses."

"Oh? Don't be ridiculous, lover. You know me better than that. Besides, I wouldn't know how to begin. My Daddy handles all that kind of thing." She smiled in the sexiest way, moving along beside him as he finally decided to go up to his room and forget the drink, and her hip bumped against his as she followed him in the elevator, making him remember the untold, numerous hours and days they had spent together.

He might have married her, he abruptly thought; it had been that intimately close between them. In fact, he'd carried the idea in his head for years, before he'd come to realize that he was below her station. He said: "Is Bruce still in England?"

"The last I heard, but he was considering a trip to Spain. Seems if he's met a senorita of sorts who inspires him, and you know how Daddy is."

"Not really... but I tried, you'll have to admit that," Mark countered with a smile.

"Oh, come on, Baby," Sarah laughed. "You were too close to the family not to read every one of us."

"Maybe you're right, Priss," he answered, his tired mind rehashing it all. "Maybe you are right! All the way down to the marrow, but that's all past now, water under the bridge?"

"What did you mean by that... all of the bullshit, I mean! What?" she vulgarly snapped at him. "Right down to the marrow. What's that supposed to mean?"

Mark smiled smugly. "Whatever you want it to mean, I guess, Sarah." The door of the elevator opened and Mark moved down toward his room, noting with irritation that the young woman was still beside him. His key came out, opened the door, and he went in. Without a second's hesitation, Sarah pushed her way into the room.

Mark turned. "What's going on now, Sarah?"

"Sort of like old times isn't it, Darling?" she huskily whispered, moving toward him so that their bodies touched.

"Sort of, but not quite, Sarah," he managed, tugging a rare cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it. "I'm here for a political convention and this is my room. Here we are, a pair of people, boy-girl, in the perfect environment, hotel with satin sheets."

"Interesting, isn't it?" she said, raising up over him and looking down into his face. "Now, that you've analyzed it all, Doctor Revis, may I kiss you?"

"I love her!" Mark blurted. "When I left you, I had no idea it was going to happen, but it did! I love her!"

"You belonged to me before she came to Brighton's!" Sarah hissed up into his face. "Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred times! Then you walked away from me like that?"

"None of it matters!" he managed, realizing the ridiculousness of his statement. "I mean, Christ, I love her, Sarah!"

"And me, what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?"

"Damn it, let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling against her as she nudged him toward the bed. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No marriage, Sarah... face it, I was beneath your station! Wasn't I? And the guy whose cock you were sucking wanted just a little bit more. Like a wife - and maybe, even kids of his own! So that's what's happened, right? That's what's going to happen!"

"You're a bastard, Mark Revis, but I love you!" she hotly whispered into his face. "I've always loved you!"

"Your father wouldn't let you love me... even when I wanted it that way!" Mark returned, lying back once more and dragging at his cigarette. "And he knew more than both of us, because we never could've made it, Priss, no way. No way!"

"Oh! Oh, damn you!" she hissed, pushing him back so that he fell on the bed, rolling toward him and smoothing her hand upward along his inner thigh. "You say these things to me when I want to make love to you... I want your cock... I want you the way it used to be!"

"It can't be that way, Priss," he said, grasping her arm trying to entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her... my Britney... I love her!"

She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Britney !" she swore, and he felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants!

Mark made an effort toward stopping her, but she counteracted that by dropping down onto him, snatching the cigarette from his lips and flattening the firm mounds of her firm breasts against his chest, her hot, moistened lips finding his in an opened-mouth kiss. Her tiny, familiar tongue heatedly wormed its way between his lips while her hand continued to eagerly stroke the length of his uncontrollably hardening cock between them. He could have forced her off him, both of them knew that. He could have fought it right then and there, but he didn't! Instead, he realized that he was suddenly returning her passionate kiss thrusting his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth in blind, rapidly building lust!

His brain struggled, but he knew it was useless... he'd been there before! She was unzipping the fly of his pants, and then he felt her smooth, claiming hand easing inside, beyond the cotton of his shorts, its knowing fingers warmly encircling the now blood- engorged thickness of his long, swollen cock! He grunted into her mouth at the erotic caress, letting his arms move around her, his hands smoothing over the small of her back and downward beyond her slender waist to the rising swell of her skirt-covered buttocks.

She broke their kiss, staring almost triumphantly down into his face, the lustful desire in her burning, green eyes causing them to glow like polished ovals of jade. "You may love your Dezzy... but you need me, Darling!" she hissed in a throaty whisper. "You'll always want Sarah, because she knows how to make love to you... knows what you want and need... knows how much you love to have your cock licked and sucked by a warm wet mouth!"

"Damn you, Priss... you sexy bitch!" he choked, working her loose, riding skirt up to find her lush, rounded buttocks unsurprisingly naked beneath, their soft, yielding resilience warm and smooth to his clutching hands. "It isn't going to gain you a lousy point, you hear?"

She tittered, her hot breath brushing his face. "We'll see, Baby," she hissed as she began to slither downward over him, her full, satiny buttocks slipping away from his kneading grasp.

Mark watched with a blunted sense of crippled resistance as she moved backwards onto her knees, wedging them between his legs, her small hand still clinging to the rigid length of his hardened penis inside his pants. Christ, he never should have let her come there and he'd known it all along! He lifted his head when he felt her let go of his cock and quickly begin to unbuckle his belt. She knew her way, every inch of it, and him, he realized, as she tugged his trousers and shorts down over his hips, exposing his genitals completely to her. His towering cock cleaved skyward in its long, thick, rigid state that she had lewdly incited to hardness with calculated intentions.

"Ah, darling, it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten months!" she luridly whispered, her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. "Just the way Sarah left it. Your new little lover, Dezzy, hasn't hurt it a bit... or doesn't she use it that often, Lover?"

"Damn it!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Priss! I ought to have my head examined - letting this happen!" He intended to say more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplish swollen tip.

"Which head Mark darling?" Sarah obscenely questioned. "If you mean this one... I was just about to examine it for you!"

With that, she lowered her face above his up-thrust length of hardened penile flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while with the other she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing head.

"Mmmm... tastes as good as ever, too, Darling!" she wantonly whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue strokes.

"Listen to me, Sarah. I swear, it isn't going to work!" he warned huskily. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I love her. I love Britney!"

"Mmmm... of course, I understand, Baby. You're the one who doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. "But you will, Darling, once I remind you how it feels!"

Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, soft lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their succulent ripeness clasping like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the hot, liquid cavern of her mouth.

"Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her tightly locked lips. It was no use, no use! The sight of his hardness disappearing up into her wide open mouth increased the sensation, as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes, yes! She knew his wants and needs only too well! If only Britney would, could learn to suck him like this someday, or even suck him at all! Now, she was skillfully massaging the soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her bobbing head below, his cock beginning to throb achingly to the depths of his groin. Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this, especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth, and more especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it.

Mark knew that she sensed his reactions by the way she began to suck with mounting intensity, the tips of her even, white teeth scraping gently into the resisting hardness of his cock. He could see their little white trails where they'd scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins up tighter to her slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with growing fervor around the expanding cockhead and Mark realized that he was quickly heading toward the eruption point as she suddenly took almost all of it up into her hungrily working throat. Christ, he'd always been amazed that she didn't choke on it, but she never had... and on and on she sucked!

Pleasureful waves of rising heat were ungovernably building in the intricate depths of his sperm-bloated balls. Lustfully, he watched her beautiful young face toiling with a hungry, omnivorous desire about his wildly fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running in thin droplets from beneath her short, auburn hair and down her cheeks as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething cum churning hotly below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he arched his back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper into the heated wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed from his lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner-flesh sensually pulling out from her lush lips which were clinging tightly to his inflamed rod of hardness.

Mark grunted and strained in a maddening buildup of mounting lust, vaguely reasoning from a score of similar episodes passed, that for her, this was but the beginning, that she already envisioned the rest of the day to be spent accordingly, until her wildly insatiable passions were gluttonously fed. But it wasn't going to be that way, and maybe that would somehow bring an end to all of it!

His own unrestrained gasp wiped away the brief illusion of thought.

Christ, the moment was there. A low, guttural sound arose from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm beginning its furious charge from the sanctuary of his balls and begin squirting in fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! He watched her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his pumping cock, her Adam's apple visually reacting in her lewd swallowing of the warm, flooding gushes. Ardently, she continued to suck his white-hot sperm into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, holding her fast against the throbbing heat of his cum-spitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her greedily milking throat. Once, she coughed, but quickly regained control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the tip of his rapidly deflating penis before collapsing back to earth. Reluctant to stop, she continued to nibble and suck, as if trying to draw the last tiny drop from the length of jerking male cock flesh that had gone limp in her mouth. And that's when he gently pushed her away.

"Now, tell me that isn't worth some points, Darling." Sarah began, starting to move up toward his face. She stopped right there, her green eyes widening in surprise when he elusively moved away and got to his feet, quickly zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I told you, Priss, it's not going to work," Mark said, looking down at where she sat staring up at him in growing anger, the telltale trails of milky white sperm still coating her lips and chin. "It's no good, it's all over between us."

"No good! All over?!! Why - Why, you sonofabitch! After you lay there and let me suck your cock till you came in my mouth you can say a thing like that to me? To me?" she spat in mounting viciousness, gaping up at him as if she refused to believe his statement. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Mark had no intention of arguing with her. He felt low enough already at what had happened between them, but Christ knows, he hadn't wanted it to. He'd tried to avoid it, hadn't he?

"Wait a minute, damn you!" Sarah shrieked after him as he walked to the door. "Goddamn you, Mark Revis! You can't do this to me! What sort of man are you anyway? I need you, right now. Now! Come back here and fuck me!"

Mark went to the door before turning to see her brushing the back of her hand across her lips and chin, standing spread-legged with her eyes blazing in unfulfilled rage. "I'm sorry, Sarah, but it's just as I said. I love my fiancée! It's all over between you and me, and I wish I didn't have to prove it to you this way. I can only suggest you find another stud to play with." He opened the door. "I'm going back downstairs for a drink. Don't be here when I get back."

"You... you sonofabitch!" he heard her scream. "Goddamn you Mark Revis... I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your nuts!" she screamed after until the shutting door cut her off. She was vicious, but he didn't know that he could blame her. It was a miserable thing he'd done, but how else did you handle a selfish vixen like Sarah Canidate, except in the only vein she understood - sex? And how the hell was he going to tell Dezzy, because he knew he had to. Otherwise, whatever it was they had between them would be worthless! Yes, he had to tell her, but how he didn't know, he thought, sick at heart, the faint, screeching voice of the young woman still threateningly audible through the heavy wood of the door.

The three young men in Zed's office cringed at the ferocity of his diatribe. He paced up and down, banging his fist on desktops, kicking chairs. His hate for Mark Revis nearly exceeded the hate he felt for Anna's disgusting runaway dog. He had hated the dog and Anna ever since he had come in her back door and silently sneaked to her bedroom, only to find her moaning and bucking on her hands and knees on her bed with the great mixed wolf and German Shepherd dog's huge cock reaming her luscious cunt. He had gone mad then, and tried to kill the animal, but she had forestalled him long enough for the worthless injured mutt to limp away and be lost in the night. And now? Now he was back, renegade and ten times as dangerous, a wild beast that raped human females.

But now Revis had hurt him again, first in seducing Britney Markbrite right before his eyes, and then in thwarting his plans to make himself a hefty reward for tracking the devil dog down and skinning him alive. But Zed had plans for revenge and it would be a drastic revenge. The hot little bitch would turn on and go crazy once he had the chance to fuck her and that was why the three young men, in their twenties, half-educated and unemployed, were in the office now. Jerry and Billy Skilton and their sidekick Sam Quaid would lay the groundwork. All Zed had to do was get Britney into his cells and he would soon have her begging for his cock.

Jerry was the oldest of the trio and natural leader, so he asked the questions. "What do you want us to do Zed?"

They owed Zed a favor, since he had caught them peddling drugs and he had turned them loose, on condition that they be at his disposal.

"Here's the gig," Zed said, calming down. "You got any coke on you?"

All three hesitated, then nodded. "But we ain't selling it no more."

Knowingly, Zed said, "'Course not, but I need you to get some. I want you to get a bag of it into Britney Markbrite's house, into her bedroom, into a drawer."

"What for, man?" Jerry asked.

"You don't ask," Zed snarled. "You just do what I tell you to, understand?"

Jerry looked to his companions. "But Zed, she don't use the stuff. I'm sure of that."

The sheriff looked at them as if they were idiots. "That doesn't even enter in to it. By the time we're done with her, the whole town will think she does. You just follow my orders, if you don't want to get busted for peddling snow to the teenagers, you motherfuckers that don't sell no more." He looked at them again, his eyes telling them that he knew full well that they were still pushing drugs.

"Now, boys, you get up there tonight. Go in through the window and don't leave any traces. Slip a bag of snow in the drawer under her panties, so I know where to look for it. Before her parents get back from the city in a few days, I raid the place with Bollinger. You don't need to know the rest."

The three young men stared at him, only half comprehending. They could see it was a frame, but why? Jerry decided not to delve any further into Zed's arcane motives. He had no idea why he wanted to entrap the innocent blonde choir girl, but he did know that he had no desire to cross the big black lawman. Jerry had every intention only of staying in business and out of jail.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Zed shouted, and the three fellows made quickly for the door.

Britney turned the key and let herself into the large rambling and luxurious home where she lived with her doting and protective parents. Tonight, for the first time since they had moved here, she was all alone in the big house, as she would be for another three days. Mark's trip to the convention had fallen just at the time she was rehearsing with the church choir for a performance they were giving in the capital next week for the nomination banquet. In just a few days they would return, but until then, she was alone in the big house, and she couldn't recall just when she had last been alone there.

The truth of it was that she missed Mark terribly. Last night they had made love again, against her better judgment. But she had failed to attain that sensual peak, that thing she thought was called an orgasm, as she had the first time out there under the elm tree a few days previously. It had left her slightly on edge, her body still tingling for more after Mark had spent himself. She had enjoyed it, up to the point where he had stopped, so instead of that soul-wracking orgasm she had enjoyed her first time, she had lain there. More, her mind moaned, more, while she had lain there with him for over an hour, before he had taken her home.

Choir practice had been long and exhausting and, guiltily, she had found her mind wandering to her absent lover and his body and that wondrous appendage between his legs that he pleasured her with. But in his absence, she found her guilt growing on her more and more. Her thoughts flip-flopped between lust and guilt, the latter making her cold and depressed while the former would eventually come to her rescue and warm her again.

Stripping off her clothes, she walked into the bathroom and took a shower, washing her full, melon-like breasts, watching the dainty nipples firm and distend with her attentions. The impulses that began to sizzle through her brain made her feel dirty again, so she began to soap herself between the legs, washing her now oozing, slimy, wicked vagina. It seemed the more she washed, the hotter and slimier it became, flushing with her natural lubricants in a very unchaste way. With a moan of self-disgust, she forced her small hands away from her body, stepped out of the shower, dried, and wrapped the towel around herself. She went to her bathroom, still feeling the heat of her self-arousal, wanting to stop herself from giving in to what she felt was coming over her.

Having climbed in through the window, Jerry and Billy Skilton and Sam Quaid had just begun going through Britney's drawers, looking for the proper place to deposit the incriminating materials, when they heard the girl's footsteps coming from the bathroom. She had come home unexpectedly and they had nearly panicked when they heard her come into the house, but out of fear of Zed's wrath they had stayed to finish their task. But, knowing almost nothing of women and not knowing where in these many, many drawers that held the many, many clothes of the rich man's daughter, they had taken too long in finding the spot where Zed would look for the cocaine.

Now they heard her soft footsteps coming from the bathroom and again their panicked, wild eyes cast urgently around the room. There was no time to get through the window quietly, and if they were seen leaving, they would never be able to get back in again. Damn it! Jerry thought. Why had he brought the other two with him? This had been a one-man job, and now the three of them were going to be caught.

With a brief flash of inspiration, his eyes lit on the louvered doors of one of the large closet, still standing open from their search. He gave the others a strong jerk to get them moving and they all crowded into the closet beneath the two dozen jackets that hung on the rail. Jerry quickly and quietly pulled the door shut, nearly all the way, fighting to still his excited breathing, crouched shoulder to shoulder with his dull-headed companions.

Through the crack in the door, he saw her come into the room, while the other two watched through the slats of the closet. He could only hope that she would soon dress and leave, giving them a chance to finish their mission and sneak away unnoticed. But he knew that if she wanted to dress in clothing hanging in the same closet with them, they would most certainly be discovered.

They were flabbergasted with what happened next. Astonished, titillated and aroused.

Without noticing on this warm night the opened window, Britney dropped the towel and stopped briefly before the mirror, noting the big, full, uplifted tits that always seemed to get in the way, the firm, concave belly and, as she turned with a coquettish pirouette, her heart-shaped bottom with the plump, round buttocks, each surmounted by a delicate dimple at the base of her back, the straight, silky honey-colored hair that lay perfectly, feathering out over her plump labia from the moist, hot split of her vulva. Her legs were perfect, long like a model's, but slightly plumper around her thighs, making her wonder if she shouldn't do a bit of dieting.

To think that she had cradled Mark between those thighs and that he had entered her with his penis....

Oh, oh, oooooh! Britney's hands moved to her body again.

Jerry, Billy, and Sam crouched inside the closet, breathing heavier with each passing moment, their youthful excitement rising as they watched.

"Son of a bitch!" Sam whispered, and Jerry nudged him to silence. But Jerry's tongue was fairly hanging out and he rubbed the front of his pants as he felt an erection growing. Though the three of them made good money peddling drugs in Brighton's Meadows, because of the high class status of the people living there, they seldom achieved sex with any of the women, which meant that for recreation they had to go into Tucksville and avail themselves of the prostitutes plying their trade in that more modest neighborhood.

Britney was running her hands over her big tits now, pinching the rosy nubs while they hardened and swelled, the tender, stippled aureoles contracting and deepening in color. They saw her close her eyes, the lashes fluttering girlishly as her feminine feelings expanded in her belly. She let her hand crawl tentatively down her belly to the wet spot where the fire was growing, to that warm fold of her desire, which immediately began to dew with the nectar of her arousal.

The lovely, blonde girl's breath came unevenly. Mark, oh, Mark, where are you my love! she cried within. She knew what was going to happen now and she couldn't stop herself. Even before her love had taken her virginity under the elm tree last Sunday, Britney had learned to relieve herself. It had an awful name, masturbation, but it had actually helped her calm her feelings with herself alone rather than giving herself to some unworthy man. And Mark was not here to help her, being away at his political convention with her parents. She was all alone here at the house, out in the middle of their peacefully, private thousands of acres. No one would know but her, no one would see.

Walking to the bed, she dropped back on the sheets, parted and raised her knees, and let her middle finger slither down through her wet feminine furrow to the aching, fire-filled swelling of her clit. Her hand was educated enough to know exactly what to do. She found the precise spot of greatest stimulation and, throwing her conscience to the winds, began to bring herself to the culmination she had missed last night with Mark.

They could all see right up between Britney's legs to the pink gash dripping girl-nectar into the crack of her ass where her little, vermilion ass twitched innocently. Her bottom was rolling with a womanly grace as she stoked herself lasciviously, gasps of passion rising from her throat and she stroked around the scarlet swelling of her clit. Her breasts quivered with the shaking of her womb as her sensations grew and they knew that she would soon climax and gush her juices onto the bedcover.

Jerry was getting cramped in this position and he knew he would have to shift soon or his legs would fail him. And then he heard movement beside him and with disgust became aware that Sam had his cock out and was stroking it to relieve himself in the same way Britney was doing. His reaction was to shift away from Sam, which unbalanced Billy, who tumbled to his right, dragging down a long fur coat, the hanger hook pulling down the rail with all the clothing supported by it. It made enough racket for anyone to hear, and then Jerry stumbled forward, knocking the doors open.

Britney sat up with a startled, horrified gasp, kneeling on the mattress, covering her big tits with her too-small hands, watching the three young men pile out of the closet. Jerry was the first to compose himself and knew they had to cover up their presence here somehow. What were they doing here? They could not be had for planting dope. At the best that would end their business here and at the worst land them in the state prison. They would have to invent another reason for being here, to cover Zed's plans, and disappear from the area, hoping that the girl had never seen them before in town and wouldn't recognize them.

Damnit!

Jerry pulled his T-shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor so that he could step out of them. As he skinned off his shorts, revealing a giant, throbbingly stiff cock, he said, "Okay, darlin'. Time for some real fun."

Lobo loped across the fields that surrounded the Markbrite farm, following the faint beacon of the house's lights. He knew Zed was hunting him and that meant finding new haunts, places he had never gone before, where the vengeful sheriff would not think to look. At the distance, Lobo's sensitive nostrils detected a familiar scent, similar to that of others he had known, yet different, fresher, cleaner, finer, yet at the moment, stronger. The exact origin he was not sure of, yet he knew the scent and followed it avidly, his reaction naturally male and instinctual.

After a quick dash across a grassy meadow, Lobo drew silently toward the open window of the large, rambling house. The scent was unmistakably estrous, the smell of arousal, and as he reared up and placed his forepaws on the sill, he fully recognized the lovely person of Anna's friend, the female his mistress had called Britney. She was aroused, in heat, and kneeling on the bed, facing a trio of standing young men. One of them was standing with his great, red male member jutting out before him. Lobo gave a low growl when he saw them approach her, for he considered her reserved property, whom Anna had guarded and kept untouched.

"Spread her out, guys," Jerry said, his acne-pitted face brightening with a smile. "I'm going to taste that pussy."

Britney struggled while Billy and Sam grabbed her and pushed her back on the bed. She tried to keep her knees together, but they were too strong as they pried her creamy thighs apart and doubled them up alongside her ribs, opening up her intimate femaleness to these strangers as it had never been before. Jerry's grinning face came down over her exposed genitals and he could smell her girlish arousal.

"Please don't do this to meeeeeeee," the girl begged, jerking from side to side in the steely grip of Billy's and Sam's hands.

Lowering his face, Jerry could see into her palpitating, wet slit and his tongue slowly came out and gave her pussy one long swiping lick, from ass to clit. Britney cried out and her knees jerked outward reflexively. Jerry plunged his tongue into the already sopping hole, twirling it around and around inside her vagina, his nose pressed into the lush pelt of her blonde pubic hair. Then he began licking her clit greedily, feeling her crotch jerk against his mouth as the sensations shot through her. Again and again, he laved her, hearing her moans of outrage deepen, then stop, and then change in tone. He was doing exactly what her fingers had been doing a moment before, only better, in a way not even her hand could do it.

Jerry grinned. The little blonde bitch was turning on, but how could she help it? Jerry knew how to eat pussy. It was his second best talent. His first was coming up. He came to his knees and looked down at Britney's swollen vaginal opening, clenching and relaxing above the squirming little hole of her ass, where the juices had run into the crevice and glistened invitingly. While his companions gaped with curiosity, Jerry moved his hand to the girl's trembling crotch, inserting his thumb into her vagina. While she thrashed and squirmed in the grip of the other two, his middle finger slid unimpeded into her ass.

"Ooooh, noooo!" Britney wailed. "Don't do that, pleeeeeeease!"

But Jerry went on inserting his digits into the girl's warm twin holes, all the way to the palm of his hand, so that through the walls of the passages he could feel the intruding fingers. Britney moaned while Jerry began fucking them in and out in unison.

"What you doing?" Sam asked.

"A Brunswick," Jerry rasped excitedly. "She's my bowling ball tonight and I'm going to bowl a strike."

Billy was rubbing himself, unzipping his pants. "Hurry up, man, and fuck her, so I can get some."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "What's the use of being here if we can't have at her cunt too."

Britney cried out at the use of the obscene word even while her loins began to burn with the action of Jerry's fingers. He watched her pussy and ass clinging to his caressing fingers and decided it was time to make proper use of her. Drawing his fingers free of her fleshy, wet grasp, he shook himself and crawled up over her, grasping his massive cock and directing it to the splayed lips of her vagina. She struggled, but weakly, as the broad head of the cock, much larger than Mark's beloved organ, butted against her tingling clit before sliding down to the tiny elastic opening right beneath it. Jerry looked into Britney's terrified, wide blue eyes, his face contorted with lust, and pushed forward with his hips, parting the walls of her slippery vagina and moving the knot of his cockhead inexorably inside.

Jerry moaned in concert with the outraged Britney as he moved into her tight, unbearably pleasure-giving pussy, all the way inside, deeper than Mark's deepest-ever penetration, until his pubis pressed firmly against her crotch and his big, swollen balls swung into the cup of her ass. He was in, damnit, inside this beautiful bitch's cunt, and it felt like heaven. Without the slightest hesitation, Jerry Skilton began to fuck in and out of Britney's unwilling vagina, probing deeply, feeling her intimate caress, the caress she could not help giving him.

Billy peered from close up, his face just inches from where his older brother's big cock, shining with the girl's juices, was sawing back and forth in her almost virgin lovehole. Sam looked down at Britney's face, contorted in torment, her eyes alternately closing tightly to block out the reality, and opening wide in horror.

Britney's mind was a torrent of grief, horror, and arousal. They had taken what belonged solely to her beloved Mark, using her vagina for their sexual pleasure only, without her offering it. Still, the feelings the cock was creating in her pussy, totally independent of her emotions, were rising on their own, shooting up through her womb, belly, and breasts, to her throat and the top of her head. Her cheeks were flushed with unwanted arousal and her eyes half-closed as the light in the room became overpowering. She moved her hips, trying to squirm away from the big cock stretching her tender, tiny vagina, touching unknown trigger points inside and outside it, but she found that her hot little hole gave up its retreat over and over and pushed itself back down over the hard shaft.

Her hips began to roll, back and forth, and she felt her legs parting wider, on their own, without her making them do it, her buttocks spreading to the slap of his hairy balls against her tingling bumhole. Billy and Sam, seeing her involuntary response, released their grip on her legs while her hips began working up and down to Jerry's cock plunging faster and deeper into her cunt with each stroke. Britney's hands, which had been pushing ineffectually against Jerry's chest, now opened and moved over the back of his shoulders, clearly pulling her rapist closer.

"Look at the pussy go!" Billy said, his hand finding his own painfully stiff cock.

Jerry fucked away in Britney's tight, wet pussy, feeling her pushing against him, her cunt clutching warmly at his cock. She had surrendered to it, was going after the release she'd been seeking before he and his friends had crashed out of the closet and turned the girl into what she was becoming now - a sensuous, impulsive woman.

Lobo dropped to the ground, pacing furiously. The sweet-bodied female was being mounted by the young man, mating with him. He had felt that she was reluctant to be bred by the pock-marked man, and there was jealousy there in his savage heart. He had always been attracted to her, to her softness, to the color of her hair, the lilt of her voice, the uniquely delicate smell of her female hole between her legs. It made him angry that some other male was fucking her sweet cunt, that he was being left out of the mating after all this time behaving himself in her presence with Anna. Lobo reared up again, launching his massive, powerful body up through the window.

Britney was in a world of her own, filled with blessed cock, heaving her body up to the unknown male giving her this joy. She was completely out of her mind now, her world centered in her vagina and the penis that was plunging wetly into it, over and over, again and again. She felt her climax growing on her, pushing conscious thought to the back of the mind while this physical ecstasy blocked all other senses. She no longer could think or feel anything but the thrusting cock inside her.

With its movements her body impulsively chased her climax, somewhere knowing that it wouldn't end with that, that there were two other men who were waiting to use her, when suddenly she heard a distant sound, a savage growl somewhere outside her sphere of feeling. She felt the lovely, plundering cock inside her quickly soften and shrink, leaving her just shy of her orgasm - again.

Jeez! It's him... the goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice exclaimed in panic. "I'm getting out of here!"

"Come on, Sam! It's the fucking wild dog!" another choked as Britney lay spellbound, her head swimming in paralyzing fear at what was taking place.

Suddenly, there was nothing, but the sound of three pairs of feet running out of the room, the slam of the front door familiar to her ears, yet, she was still nakedly spread-eagled to the bed! For a long, long moment, Britney lay in deathly silence, trying to determine if they had really gone and why? Finally, she realized that she had truly been abandoned by the three rapists. Her entire nakedly exposed body trembled fearfully as she rolled her head, then lifted it.

She saw him then! He stood at the foot of the bed, massively dominating the entire room! His rounded eyes were like two glowing ovals of burning fire in his huge head, his vicious mouth partially open to display the gleaming white fangs there! Mother of God! That's why her attackers, whoever they were had run! It was him... Lobo... the animal who'd raped Nancy Pace! She had seen him before, but she had not remembered him so big. He was positively massive, it seemed, like a small horse standing there in the room!

Forgetting her nakedness, Britney tried to scream, nearly choking on her own saliva! She stared with raised head, seeing the great beast leap agilely onto the bed, then lick at his lips in the manner of gentle dogs she had seen a thousand times! God, no matter what else, he'd driven the others off, she thought, watching him raise his savage head high, then... move forward toward her! His powerful jaws were just above her throat! He was going to - Going to - They lowered right above her face, and he sniffed gently at her ear. It was then that she noticed the silver tag that hung from his neck, embossed with the name of Anna, his erstwhile mistress, and Lobo, the great savage dog that attacked defenseless women and raped them.

Anxiously, she tried to find her voice. Should she scream now? But no one would hear, for there was no other human being literally within three miles at least.

Lobo whimpered, simultaneously wagging his head and tail. From primeval ages past, hot-blood flowed through him. In his animal-eye he surveyed the naked, securely tied human female before him. Her hair reminded him of the noonday sun, and animalistically he licked out with his tongue. She was lying back on the pillow watching him, her eyes staring with stark fear.

His own burning orbs surveyed her again, and then, he moved closer above her, leaning down to lash out with his wet, hot tongue against the smooth flesh of her naked white belly.

She wanted to scream now, Britney realized, rant at the top of her lungs. She swallowed tightly, watching him move toward her, then lowering his head, his length of pinkish seething animal- tongue licked moistly over her muscle-tightened belly!

Again, he did it, the hot, spread length of his tormenting wet tongue causing incredible sensations to spiral through her, immediately awaking the unsated passion she had quickly forgotten in her terror! She strained her sight to gape at his animal-face, to read some direction in those fire-filled, wild eyes! Oh God, he had saved her from a cruel gang rape! And he knew it - he knew it!

Once more, she raised her head to gaspingly watch his long hot tongue licking upward over the quivering white flesh of her soft belly! Higher and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the rounded, full undersides of her exposed breasts, ever creeping upward over them toward their tiny, marble-hardening nipples... and at last, there! She couldn't restrain the little moan that escaped her lips when his feverish, moist tongue actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, sensitively rising buds again and again to send maddeningly arousing spasms whipping through her nakedly bound body!

Oh... oh God... what was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! The lust she had wallowed in with the young man had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This ferocious brute could, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion took him! Somehow, she had to find help before it was too late, before this moment of gentleness left him! Again, she felt the impulse to scream, but worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she could scramble from the bed and try to evade his attack! She with her big, heavy breasts, was not nearly fast enough for that, helplessly vulnerable to those massive jaws and sharp, gleaming fangs!

Dear Lord, she could hardly think with the inconceivable rising heat his fiercely licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, his blazing eyes raised to meet hers, their desire-fed glow level with her own. She held her breath as he moved upward and startlingly began to run his warm, liquid tongue in hot caresses over her face, with obvious canine affection!

A feeling of gentle warmth filled Lobo's powerful body as he tenderly licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of the female- human's flesh. The pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her smooth white face intrigued him anew. This was not the same, he sensed, as the vengeance he had fulfilled with the other young she-woman. No malice toward this one raged inside him as it had for the one he had first seen in the company of his worst enemy, the sheriff. Her warm human-eyes reflected emotions that he could understand in the depths of the mysterious brain he possessed. Yes, she was one that he could claim now, for his own!

Britney reflectively rolled her head to shy her face away from the brute-animal's hot, licking tongue. There was no question in her mind but that he was sort of kissing her, showing her in his own way that she needn't be afraid, that he wouldn't harm her! Why she felt that she could fathom his non-human meaning was beyond her, but she was certain she was right! It was almost as if uncanny vibrations were passing between them, and suddenly she realized that, denied her release now three times in the last 24 hours, she was no longer trying to avoid the heated attention of his warm, moist tongue, but giving herself to it with tightly closed eyes!

Abruptly, he stopped. She felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and snapped open her eyes to see. Oh God, he was moving down between her loosely-spread legs! She raised to watch him poise his great head between her open thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal breath taunting the sparse blonde pubic hair there! His cool, wet nose brushed against the soft, hot flesh of her inner-thigh... and finally, the still flushed lips of her vaginal crevice! She heard him whimper as he sniffed her fresh, female excitement, taunting her susceptibly naked loins as though he were making an actual seduction!

Once more, the urge to scream filled her, but was rendered utterly useless as she felt his warm damp nose suddenly rubbing wetly against the smooth, tight rim of her tiny cringing ass!

"Oh... oh, my God!" she gasped out, as if she were pleading to another person, Anna's words suddenly finding some realistic meaning in her racing mind. "Don't... please don't!" Oh... ooohhhhh!

His wild tongue snaked out to lick wormingly up and down the smooth vale surrounding her tightly clenched little anal mouth, the tip lapping teasingly up over the pinkish dimple, and its defensively-clasped rim!

Britney hardly knew whether it was fear, shame, or the tantalization itself that made her try to squirm her naked vaginal slit away, but when the massive dog raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly stopped. His head lowered again, the hot, seething tongue beginning to lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs. She trembled and groaned uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over the full length of her openly spread pussy. "Oooooh God!" The lewd sensations stabbing inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her helplessly fluttering belly.

Again he did it, this time, his thick hot tongue spreading through the yielding, hair-fringed cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing at last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her shamelessly moistened vagina! She gasped and spasmed convulsively, writhing in reflexive bodily contortions to his oral rape. But he never stopped - and she wasn't sure that she wanted him, too!

At that intensively breathtaking moment, the spread-eagled, obscenely exposed young girl was not sure of anything but the sudden ardent thrill of excitement his hot, ravaging tongue was sending through her young naked body. Her whimpers increased uncontrollably, while her mind slipped further into a spell- binding sensual oblivion that she could not, nor did not want to struggle against! Again and again, his pleasure-bringing tongue bathed her unprotected loins from the snug rim of her tightly clenched little ass, upward through the glistening, moist crevice of her long-unsatisfied vagina. At its peak, it hesitated, penetrating to flick almost knowingly at the trembling bud of her clit, irresistibly amplifying her mounting sexual feelings a hundred fold!

How long it went on, Britney in her erotic intoxication had no idea - only that it did, the heavenly searing tongue licking wildly through and over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and squirming her whole naked body maddeningly beneath it.

"Oooohh... ooohhh !" she moaned gutturally as he flicked the tormenting organ in a hot, lust-whetting curl up into the clutching little mouth of her burning vaginal passage. "Ooohhh... Lobo ! You'll make me come... oohhh please ? Don't lick me anymore, please! I won't be able to stop myself!"

Britney hardly knew what she was saying, her overpowering passion had built to that intensity, but abruptly, she sensed the loss of his pleasure-bringing tongue, and she raised her head to gape in confused disappointment. He had moved up over her once more on the bed and she heard his animal whimpers at the same moment! She wrapped both arms around his great neck, defensively hugging his huge head tightly to her as she lay back, the weight of his powerful body flattening her resilient upraised breasts down against her chest.

Weak with rekindled arousal, she saw his head dip between her anxiously spread thighs, little whimpers still emitting from his panting mouth, while soft mewls of delight tumbled from hers. Then, overcoming her fear and revulsion with a groan of her own, Britney let her knees fall back to her breasts, and his nose jammed tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina! His eager tongue flicked up the fire-filled channel like an attacking lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he hungrily lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks.

"Oh... ooohhh... God ! Please stop licking it, doggy... licking my...my vagina!" she gasped with amazement, in spite of her feelings of revulsion, uncontrollably undulating her widely opened, obscenely positioned loins and rounded white buttocks salaciously up against his mind-destroying tongue.

Jerry Skilton wasn't too long in his flight before he discovered that the dog wasn't following them with lethal intent. In fact, the dog had stayed behind in the room with Britney. Slowing down, he saw his two companions just go on in their wild run to nowhere. Then he turned. What was going on back there? Was the savage dog eating the poor angel-eyed blonde. They had left her there, at the mercy of the feral dog. He had to know what was going on. Perhaps, if it was not too dangerous, he could do something to rescue her.

Turning, Jerry loped carefully and quietly back the way he had come until he came in sight of the opened window of Britney's bedroom.

Lobo could smell as well as taste the sweetness of her human female arousal, the keen aromatic flavor driving his basic sexual instincts higher and higher. Though he had known carnal intercourse with human females in his time, none had ever commanded his natural impulses such as this soft, white creature with the long golden hair. Her pale, sky-colored eyes reflected truth, and her voice sounds were gentle and warm. There was a sun-brightness to the expression of her smooth, white face that he sensed flowing through the tender symmetrical curves of her entire body. But it was there down between her welcomingly spread thighs where he licked with his lust-heated tongue that he knew the naked sensitive realness of her. This yielding, pink flesh of her open pussy with its hot, flowing nectar revealed her innermost emotions and as he greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, he intuitively felt the rising heaviness of his own feral, animal loins.

Britney felt his magnificent hot tongue suddenly desert her lewdly exposed vaginal opening and she quickly raised her head to see him backing off several steps. "Oh... oh God! What is it?" she moaned imploringly to his entreating whine. "You're stopping? What - What is it you want?"

He moved to her side then, nosing against her soft hip in a gesture that she found herself understanding. Ohh! He wanted her to turn over onto her stomach! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds coming from the depths of his chest, the silver ID medal swaying beneath his throat.

Unable to determine why she did it, she responded, and moreover, not wanting to know or destroy the beautifully impossible bond between them, Britney lowered her long, white legs and rolled over onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her inflamed brain. She again allowed her long, shapely legs, weak with burning arousal, to spread open wide, sensing that he wanted this, again narcissistically picturing her own naked, smoothly curved femininity in her mind's eye. She sensed his panting, hot breaths against the soft mounds of her partly raised buttocks, then joyfully felt the heat of his thick wet tongue slithering into the soft smooth crevice separating them!

Britney moaned audibly, unknown sensations of undisguised lust charging ever stronger through her girlish vagina and belly. She hardly realized it as she reached back behind herself with her small hands to lasciviously spread the lush cheeks open, giving him full access to her tiny, pink, palpitating ass! Then, his loving, hot tongue was wetly caressing it, again splaying open the ripe, hair-lined lips of her inflamed pussy to graze the sensually flushed, pink flesh on its lewd path back to the naked baby-like mouth of her ass.

Oh heavens! She was going to lose her mind entirely, she thought! She truly, truly was! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling beneath her pelvis and lifting, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken words of English. Obediently, trembling with arousal and apprehension, she raised up, elevating her buttocks that spread wide as she knelt slave-like before the huge, powerful dog in complete surrender!

Once more, as if in answering love, he drew his thick, splaying tongue up through the full length of her seethingly wet cuntal crevice, and she gasped out her erotic delight. She tried to widen her knees even further to open the throbbing pink pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust possessively, sweeping hotly through the blood-flushed, wet inner-flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly firing her offered loins to greater heat before, unexpectedly, he moved to a new, provocatively lewd position!

She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in behind her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, the short fur of his belly brushing between the wide-spread cheeks to tickle her tingling ass. She was suddenly aware that he was raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping at her upthrust hips! What was he doing? Oh God! Was it... was it possible... that he was mounting her, she thought, wildly twisting her head to look back. And he was! He was! Dear Lord, he was! Could it be that he intended to take her, sexually, just as though she were another animal! Of course, she had seen the mating of enough farm animals here in the county to know.

Her confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea, and once again she remembered some of Anna's tale! Oh God! she inwardly gasped, her body trembling to the sensations with which Lobo's lashing tongue had set her palpitating loins afire. Then, her glazed eyes caught sight of their lewdly locked position in her vanity mirror and she groaned helplessly at the obscenely provocative reflection. The bestial obscenity of the great German Shepherd athwart the spread white moons of her smooth, oval buttocks sent unbelievable charges of fearful, salacious fire soaring through her naked, quivering body.

Then, she gaped breathlessly at the sight of his huge, glistening, purplish cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, much bigger than Mark's, the wet, bulbous end slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice of her reluctantly but wildly excited cunt. She felt his strong canine body jerk against the giving flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw the stiffly rising tip of his thick length of hardened cock- shaft trying to penetrate the thin, fresh, vertical mouth of her defenselessly upturned vagina!

He whimpered loudly, it concert with the terrified Britney, his forepaws gripping the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he stumbled, thrusting, on his hind legs behind her, desperately endeavoring to bury the thick, throbbing shaft up inside her!

Britney saw it all in the mirror, and with a horrified moan, she shifted her hotly quivering buttocks to the side, trying to avoid the questing cockhead and his lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension inside her reaching a nearly unbearable point! Oh God... the idea... it was terrifying... to have his long, thick animal-cock inside her soft, inflamed, cringing vagina! Although there had really been no way to avoid it, she had let things go way too far. She had allowed her feelings to drift along on a tide of raw sensuality, and now she found herself in the worst position of her young life. It was wrong, horribly wrong and perverted and a crime against nature, but yes, she was convinced that he fully intended to drive his penis deep into her soft, wet vagina - even while she felt herself going mad with her unfulfilled desire! But she didn't want it! Not this! Not this way! She didn't want to have intercourse with a dog, and she mustn't allow it under any circumstances. But it seemed that nothing else mattered to the savage animal! She peered back over her full, widely splayed buttocks, paralyzed, her squirming hips now effectively immobilized by the Herculean grip of his forelegs, fearfully watching the slippery tip of the thick and rigid animal organ searching blindly but expertly in her soft silken pubic hair and oozing wet slit until, to her dismay, its hotly pulsating head instinctively found the wetly receptive mouth of her drooling and waiting vaginal hole! Even as she felt the first obscenely intimate touch of the cock's throbbing tip, she gasped with alarm as, immediately, he lunged forward, bursting through the tight rim of her vagina as he speared her defenselessly wet young love channel open wider and wider, sending the long rod of hard, thick animal-cock deep up into the hungrily squirming wet hole between her thighs!

Britney watched in the mirror in bulging-eyed horror and fascination as the burning, scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a wet, brutal charge, burying itself nearly all the way up to the hilt in her painfully stretched vagina. Lobo's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swung down in a lewd arc and smacked flatly beneath her golden wet pussy-hair and now widely- split labia.

The intense, pressuring shock of impalement came bursting through her loins an instant later and she grunted out her choking gasp. Then: "Oh my God ! Nooo. N-noooooo" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her excitedly panting animal- lover adjusted his stance, increased the depth of his penetration with help from his sinuous hind legs, and then immediately began to fuck rhythmically, in and out, in and out, up into her from behind. Tears bursting from her eyes, her head jarring from his every fierce, breast-quivering plunge, Britney's attention was inexorably drawn to the long, scarlet length of hardness slicing into her, again and again, sliding smoothly on the oil of her own secretions as the dog's balls began swinging heavily, like a pendulum, beneath her wide-split pussy lips.

The dog was fucking her, literally, his penis in her vagina, where no other male save her beloved Mark had ever ventured! Fucking her deep and hard, massaging those oh-so-sensitive spots inside her that she never knew she had, causing the fire to burn, causing a hot chill of intimacy to shoot from her opened cunt up her spine to the back of her neck. It brought a shudder of sensation, and then, to her consternation, she found her hips uncontrollably beginning to move rhythmically backward to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unequaled sensations of base lust filled her sensuously slaving body as her innocent vagina, of its own volition, repeatedly thrust backward onto the huge, ever- thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her raging, hot hole from behind.

"No, noooo!" she groaned. This couldn't be happening! But it was, and her body was responding uncontrollably!

Furiously, his savage muscular beauty battered and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks, the short fur of his underside tickling her exposed ass, his painfully huge cock a relentless shaft of wetly-glistening, sadistic joy sinking to its full length deep into her soft, quivering belly! With ungovernable, whimpering mewls, her rounded working buttocks began to lewdly rotate back at him with an uncontrolled, lewd frenzy, grinding her hotly clinging cuntal walls back over the length of his hardened, piercing animal flesh with a masochistic cry of wanton passion.

Lobo settled into a rhythm pleasing to himself and to Britney at the same time, a rhythm she could follow, and as she did, he plunged again and again into her silky channel, salacious, wet slurping sounds accompanying each penetration and withdrawal, growing in volume as her vagina flushed with the fluids of arousal. In, all the way to her tender cervix, pushing it back with a wet squelch, then out, drawing out her delicate inner membranes as they clung lovingly to the solid, feral, thrusting shaft. Britney blushed scarlet at the wetly audible evidence of their intimate coupling. She was doing it, actually having intercourse with Lobo, a wild dog, his massive penis pounding incredibly deep and oh-so pleasurably into her tender, girlish young vagina. Mark had been the first to feel her lovely insides on his cock just a week previously, and now, this devil dog was possessing her, fucking her inflamed cunt with his vile, giant cock. Oooooh, oooooh, it was just too much to contemplate!

Britney gave a breathy grunt with each backward thrust of her gushing genitals, unable any longer to restrain her voice. The feelings were overwhelming as his dog cock endlessly hammered into her pussy, up inside, all the way to her navel, then out again, to the grasping lips of her sucking vagina. Her body began to soar with feelings Mark had never yet aroused in her, deep in her belly where his man cock had never been able to reach. Why was Lobo's cock so divinely long and thick when those of other animals of his breed were not nearly so large? Why was this animalistically driving cock so much better than Mark's? Deeper! Oh, Lobo, deeper!

How long it went on neither of the copulating animals on the bed knew, but the fact was that they did not tire for nearly a half hour, the great animal penis reaming the tender vagina of the blonde, human female in an irresistibly pleasurable way.

"Oh, Lobo," she pleaded, wiggling her shuddering, jiggling buttocks back at him. "Oh, my God! You're doing it to me, aren't you, darling!" The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the unmistakable beacon of erotic fulfillment! What Mark, nor any man, of course, had never done for her, this savage dog was doing now naturally. It spiraled through her seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with the promise of unknown rapture, shooting up through her loins like electric shocks to the distended pink nipples of her breasts. She whimpered aloud to the abyss of her growing sensual bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the great dog Lobo's wet, thick cock disappearing up between the soft downy lips of her own drooling, hot vagina, his furious fucking of her tempoed in quickened jerky animal strokes! She caught sight of her own pink cuntal flesh, mantled with a froth of unbearable arousal, wetly clinging lewdly to his huge, long, inhumanly thick hardness, drawing the tender membranes out nearly an inch when he pulled out of her, then vanishing back up inside again with his thrusting charge, his heavy cum-laden balls swinging up under her pubis and smacking solidly below, between the slick and wet spread-open lips of her hotly searing pussy.

Her brain reeled in the throes of her wildly aroused passion, her eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts quivering and swaying like hanging white mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing beauty of her own long, blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her heaving chest!

"Oh God... please stop! I can't stand it anymore!" she cried, gasping for breath. "Anna was right, she was right! I know now. Yes, she was right! Please don't stop now, Lobo... take me... Oooohhhh... God!"

It was the wailing, soft lilt in her crying voice that made Lobo know her sexual surrender. He whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust into her from behind in the only depth of expression his basic instincts urged. He knew that she was readily giving herself to him in the loving beauty of natural law, never resisting or fighting him, but eagerly, thrusting her soft, white female vagina back onto his heavily aching hardness. The wet warmth of her human love channel was greedily clenching at his animal cock, as if she were his own bitch mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her.

He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled from her wide-split hole down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen- like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near!

Abruptly, Britney raised her sensuously slackened face to whimper out a guttural, animal groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes grew round and unseeing. "Ooohhh... ooohhhh,... I can't stand it! I'm going mad! Do it to me harder, yes, please do it for me, doggy! Oooohhhh!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing insanely from side to side, her long, honey-colored hair wildly flailing as she began the first convulsions of her climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long, thick rod of hardness with a wantonness that she had never even imagined she was capable of.

The first spasm struck her then and she yelped, slamming her round, white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog cock with a desperate, frantic lunge while her vagina gushed streams of juicy, slippery fluid. Simultaneously Lobo responded with a forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness swelling, the throbbing knot of his penis locking tightly inside her snug, pink vagina, held there securely inside her while it began to spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her soft, wildly contracting hole with long, hard spurts, flooding her feminine passage with his hot, white creamy semen.

Again, Britney weirdly cried out, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the grand eruption exploding hotly in her belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her head from side to side in a heretofore unknown, erotic bliss... at last opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-animal liquids oozing whitely from her tightly-clenching, flooded cunt, which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's jerking, throbbing, spurting cock. Thick rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran hotly down the smooth white columns of her inner-thighs. And when she could no longer watch, she sagged down on the lush, round cushions of her breasts, gasping a great sigh of blissful relief, her round, shapely buttocks still raised up high behind her.

Britney lay unmoving for a long, long moment, until the dog- knot shrank and he could draw it free of her cuntal grip. She refused to let the thoughts that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought only of the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known... felt his movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes... dear God, yes ! Anna had been right - so very right, and now, she understood!

Suddenly, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks, then her naked pussy, lapping up the overflow of his own cum! Then it stopped, and with a half-smile, Britney slowly rolled over.

With a start, she sat upright, and just in time to see his great flanks disappearing through the open window. A sudden tightness caught at her throat as she scrambled toward the foot of the bed.

"Oh, no, oh, no!" she groaned, now coming around to the reality of what had happened. Oh... oh God! She couldn't hold back the tears building in her eyes. What he had done for her... with her... to her! Then, she heard it!

It was a wailing animal howl that triumphantly filled the night, and Britney couldn't contain her trembling. Slowly, she crawled back up into the bed, feeling the heat of his animal sperm still puddling deep in her satiated belly, then switched the room into darkness. She licked at her lushly swollen lips and began to cry softly. There was reason now for fear, but how could she tell Mark about what had happened? It was the most shameful thing she had ever done. Most people in Brighton's Meadows who had heard that cry a moment ago had cringed, she thought sleepily, but she knew the truth, and she shuddered with terror. It had been a cry of love and savage possession, of a new-found human mate. And somehow she knew that, whether she wanted it or not, that he would be coming back!

Seething with anger, Sarah left the Raddison Hotel, three men carrying her seven bags to the taxi. There was no point in her staying here to be rejected again by Mark Revis. She was used to getting what she wanted, everything she wanted, when she wanted it, and that little sweet-voiced, big-titted, virgin-bodied Britney Markbrite was not going to get in the way of that for long. Now that Mark was on his way up in the state political system, there was no reason why Sarah herself shouldn't be able to enjoy that success with him. Let little Dezzy go back where she came from, to Chicago and the university scene, and her big cavernous church with the forty-voice choir and the clanging bells and the old man in his long, silk robes. That was the place for the little bitch.

Oh, how she had wanted Mark's hard, loving cock tonight! And how much he had hurt her in withholding it! Her self-centered existence demanded that she prevail. All her life, her father had made sure that she had got what she wanted, within the sphere of their social group. Mark was now qualified to enter there, more than worthy of the company of the Canidates and the high-classed country social scene they built their lives around.

At the private airport, Sarah's father's plane Cessna was waiting for her. As she boarded, she wracked her brain for thoughts of revenge or some kind of way to manipulate the situation to her advantage, to somehow spoil things for that holier-than-thou Britney Markbrite and turn Mark away from the marriage he seemed to be contemplating with such single-minded intent. Somehow.

But as soon as the sunlight crept over the windowsill of her bedroom, "little" Britney awoke to her own private hell already, entirely without the help of the vengeful Sarah Canidate. At first she hoped that her memories of the young man inside her and the subsequently consummated dog fucking had been a bizarre dream, but a closer examination of her inner thighs and hollows at the back of her knees revealed the animal's dried sperm, and touching the still-swollen labia that had been battered so thoroughly by the German Shepherd's rampant penis. It was beyond belief, yet it had happened. A feral dog's penis had been in her vagina, ramming in and out, filling it with sperm. And, at the time, she had loved it, fallen right in with the dog's rutting, become a wild bitch animal herself. Not only was she repulsed by what had been done to her, she was disgusted at how she had reacted, without any thought of morality or decency.

It was just as Anna had said. Lobo's cock made a woman his slave.

Britney reached for the phone by the bed. She felt sick at heart and she needed to hear Mark's dear voice. She dialed the Radisson and asked to be connected to his room. It took much too long for her sweetheart to answer.

"Darling?" Britney said in a trembling voice.

"Dez?" Mark's tone was solicitous. "Dez? Are you all right?"

She sniffled and felt a tear streak its way past the corner of her mouth. "Uh, yes, darling. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"You miss me that much, Baby?" Mark sounded touched.

"Oh, yes, yes I do," she said, silent sobs wracking her breast and causing her bosom to shake. "I miss you so much. Please come home to me."

Mark chuckled. "But Dez, I've only been gone a day. You can hold on a while longer. You lived without me for nineteen years."

Britney touched her trembling lips. "Mark, Mark, I know you're doing something important, but please don't take too long."

"I'm here with your parents, and I promise that when I'm done with what I have to do, I'll be back there by your side so fast you won't believe it. Is that good enough for you, sweetie?"

The darling girl bit her lip and nodded. "I suppose so."

"All right, then, be good. The time will go fast. Why don't you go visit Anna. How's choir practice going?"

"Just fine."

"Keep thinking of me, darling. You know you're my one and only." There was a pause. "Baby, I've got to go. There's another call coming through." The line went dead.

Britney turned over and began to sob.

She cried for a long time, until her eyes were puffy. But now she knew she had to go out and do something that she dreaded. After stripping the sheets from the bed, she took a long time showering, trying to wash away the dregs of the horrible act she had participated in, cupping handfuls of water up into her pleasure-inflamed, abused pussy, trying to rinse away the residue of the dog's semen. She let the water run over her face for a long time, but her eyes were still swollen when she looked in the mirror, so she went to the refrigerator, took out some ice, and applied it directly to her cheeks beneath her dewy blue eyes.

As she left the house to take her car to town, Britney sniffed back her tears. She knew what she had to do. She loved Mark so much. She couldn't allow this awful deed to lie fermenting in her mind. She would have to find Minister Tzappas, tell him what she had done, and get him to absolve her somehow, to purge her guilt before she saw Mark again. It was the only thing she could do. The only thing.

Zed Prater partially staggered into the kitchen of Nancy Purcell's uncle's house shortly after noon. In his disgruntled mind he was well aware of his drunkenness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. He had been waiting at the top of the rise for Nancy's relatives to leave before letting himself in. The kitchen door swung toward him and his aggrieved fiancée, Nancy, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Zed stared at her in the tightly clinging house dress, revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when she crossed to him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him.

"How'd you get here, Zed?," she said, placing the dish and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking a beer. I haven't felt right since..." She dropped her eyes and tried not to cry.

"O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said with thickened tongue.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch... or breakfast?"

He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenage legs, their full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapeliness of their youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat teenage belly. The big black man swallowed dryly, his eyes gaping at the naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding them from him.

"Can... can I get you something, Zed?" Nancy repeated, her voice momentarily catching.

Zed licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.

A little gasp of surprise escaped Nancy as he effortlessly snuggled her against him, his coarse, black chest hair and unshaven face roughly grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he hissed, "and it's time you and I started being like grown-up lovers."

"Oh, Zed," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain.. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened..."

"To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on the table. "I don't need it as much as I need you, Nancy! Yeah, I need you bad right now, Nancy doll... and you know what I mean, don't you? You've had it... Lobo, I mean, that goddamned dog! I... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it... I won't hurt you at all!"

Nancy sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It... it had finally happened... the moment she'd known would come! They were betrothed, after all, and she had wanted the perfect wedding, with her virginity proclaimed by her white bridal gown.

"Pl-Please, Zed... let me open your beer ?"

"Piss on the beer, girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs shifted futilely when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs. "After two years, I deserve more than that, Nancy... a lot more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she squirmed weakly inside the tight grip of his powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to hurt you, Baby, you know I wouldn't do that! I'm your husband to be."

"Oh God no..., Zed... please. What about our white wedding?" Nancy begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken! "Please... please don't... think of our future!"

Zed threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "These sheets are white enough for our wedding?" he snarled. "Goddamn, Nancy girl, I need you! Zed needs you right now! I'm not going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me - and I promise, I'll make it good for you... real good! You got to trust me, Baby! You understand, don't you?"

"Oh... oh, Zed... I'm afraid! We shouldn't... you know we shouldn't!" Nancy gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement shaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenage cheeks.

Zed dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenage body as she began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his mouth!

His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as, hungrily, he sucked at her tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at the house dress covering her.

"No, don't tear it!" Nancy managed, withdrawing her tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really going to do it to me... let me take it off! I don't want uncle George to ask what happened to it."

"Jesus Christ!" Zed choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp, but a more ravishing imp than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl... I'll buy all the goddamned dresses, or anything else you can come up with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Zed, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask... that's all !"

Nancy stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainedly founded on the wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It had to be the beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual awakening that the dog, Lobo, had unleashed within her! She wanted to know, had to know, and yes, she owed him something. She owed him this, she sinfully acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her bra.

"You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as she slowly removed the bra to expose her young, full breasts to him. "You might not get another chance before the wedding, and then, you'll miss the boat."

"Christ... I'll be a... goddamn!" Zed mumbled, his eyes fixed on the tantalizingly revealed charms of his young fiancée as she slowly, deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the bra, the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle. And all the time, she'd been right there for the taking!

Fuck, he was going to flip, all right, he concluded as he watched her wriggle out of her flimsy underwear, tiny nylon panties, his blurred-eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenage body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him with.

"Well come on, Zed!" Nancy tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire- inflamed mind. She wanted to know, had to know if it could be the same! Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping hesitantly at the sight!

Dear God! He was massive! His... his black cock... it must be as big as Lobo's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he moved nakedly toward the bed to her!

"Don't hurt me... please be gentle, Zed!" she whimpered as he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular body. "Oh... please?"

Zed took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming raspingly from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, yielding nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. Instead, he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her warm mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of her young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape her around his thrusting tongue.

Nancy moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining arms. His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his long, throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh of her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big hand on her sensitive teenage breasts, immediately fired new quickly growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, erect clit! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, liquid flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his tongue began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick middle finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal passage!

"Oooohhh... ohhhhh Zed!" Nancy moaned chokingly around his plunging tongue.

God! It was going to be everything she had hoped for!

His wonderful hand was setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooohhhh, it was wonderful, she thought wildly as his long, slowly working middle finger began to smoothly slip in and out of her wet, dilated cunt-channel, a new wave of passionate excitement rippling over her naked, teenage flesh.

Abruptly, his pleasure-bringing finger was easing out of her and he began to move bodily downward away from her. "Oh please, Zed... don't stop now!" Nancy disappointedly pleaded.

"Stop ?" he rasped. "Christ, Baby, I'm just beginning!"

He moved back up over her, a lustful animalistic grunt escaping him as he began to kiss her young face and throat, shoulders and breasts. Hungrily, he squeezed the full supple mounds to cone-shaped points, ravenously sucking their hardened little nipples into his mouth. While she groaned incessantly, he again moved down over her, burying his face in the soft, easily giving flesh of her smooth young belly. His wet tongue laved hotly into her tiny navel, sweeping hotly over the satin-like surrounding flesh! And then, he was lying down between her full, quavering thighs that he had spread wide apart for himself! He lay flat on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her tight, pink vaginal crevice. He gaped up between her erectly throbbing breasts to see her intensively excited young face looking down at him.

"Oh, Zed... L-lick me there!" she moaned breathlessly.

"Please... please lick it for me!"

Christ, the big lawman thought, his lust-fired brain lecherously reeling at her low guttural pleadings. Shit, he couldn't believe it, his own little fiancée begging him to eat her cunt - finally - not that he wouldn't do it whether she consented or not, but it was her wanting his tongue down between her thighs so bad that made his swollen cock throb and ache beneath him! He ground its long, thick hardness into the give of the mattress and dropped his eyes once more to the intoxicating feast she presented to him. He gaped down at the delicious sight of her youthful loins between her open white thighs so vulnerably exposed to his every whim. The pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy- crevice beneath the wispy soft pubic curls sent a salacious shiver charging up his broad back. He noted where the tight, narrow split started from the base of her flat young belly, slicing erotically downward between her full, rounded thighs to the firm ovals of her white buttocks, the smooth, lush mounds slightly raised and sensuously rotating now, just inches below his hot mouth.

Tense and trembling in her heated desire, Nancy felt the coarse palms of his big hands pressing heatedly against her inner thighs, spreading them even wider apart. Her breathing came raspingly from her chest as she waited in burning anticipation, and then it happened!

"Ohhhhh... Darling!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, wet lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her hungrily quivering belly. She sensed his damp, taunting kisses along the hair-lined crevice of her electrified cunt, gentle, feverish kisses, until his searing tongue parted her wispy young pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the sensitively flushed vaginal opening!

Every muscle in Nancy's voluptuous, teenage body uncontrollably reacted to the lustfully inciting licking of her opened cunt lips, while choking moans of delight gurgled passionately up from the depths of her throat. Intense shocks of sensual flame were wildly setting her whole young body aglow. Consciously, then, she smoothed her small hands over the ripe mounds of her palpitating breasts, stroking downward over the smooth skin of her belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side of her feverishly sucking cunt-lips.

She could hear her fiancée's panting gasps and feel his hot breath against her silken pussy-hair. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair-lined cunt lips open to him with slender fingers, her soft hands grazing his cheeks as he groaned and drew his hot, moistened tongue up through the exposed, sensitive pink flesh.

Zed Prater's lecherous brain reveled in its lust. He raised his head and gaped down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his young sweetheart held open for him, its wet, jeweled delicacy completely exposed to the ravenous gleam of his eyes. Avidly, he absorbed the loin-throbbing sight, noting particularly that the single sign of her virginity was gone and remembering why. Hot spasms of lascivious desire convulsed through him and again, he ground his aching cock feverishly into the bedding beneath him.

"Goddamn!" he hoarsely cursed.

"Oh please, Zed... don't stop... do it for me? I-It feels so wonderful! Please... lick it... lick it for me with your tongue?" he heard his impassioned fiancée beg in a quivering whisper.

Christ, he didn't know whether he could stand it or not! His cock just might explode in a shower of flesh and blood! He stared at her finger-spread little pussy crevice glistening moistly with its viscid wetness of arousal that he had unleashed inside her. Her tight little cunt mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her luscious, youthful loins up teasingly at his face as he drank in its soft, fleece lined smoothness! Then suddenly, he dropped his head, plunging the full length of his hot, lecherous tongue deep up into the clutching warm depths of her seething young vaginal passage!

Gasping and writhing, Nancy moaned out her sensual elation. "Oooohhh Goddddd! Y-Yess... yessss! Do it to me! Lick it, dearest Zed! Oooohhhh... it feels so good... so goodddd!"

Zed felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers wound tightly in his hair; she groaned and whimpered, forcefully pulling his face into the opened raw flesh of her young, excited cunt. He sensed the toss of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the hot, liquid depths of her now ravenously sucking passage. She ground her rounded, curvaceous young hips downward uncontrollably, her buttocks digging into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as little animal-like mewlings burst from between her clenched, white teeth. Then, she raised her eager, naked genitals up to him, pressing his face into the thin wet, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething vaginal walls opening and closing in a voracious swallowing of his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling at it in a greedy starving- like manner that he could hardly believe!

Fuck, he was going to crack up sure as hell! Never in his life had he ever imagined anything to equal this... or the aching throb of his iron-hard cock! Sarah Canidate, that councilor Mark Revis's girlfriend, none of their smooth cunts, he bet, could match the little girl tightness of her hot, wriggling little hole! His own baby Nancy... a fire-filled young hot box... Christ, had the goddamned dog done this to her? He'd awakened for sexually deprived Zed that luscious little hole up between her legs that he would never give up! And to think this was only the beginning! He couldn't help but imagine all the things he was going to do to her! He'd teach her to suck his cock... if she didn't already know, and he'd fuck her up inside her beautiful, round young ass! She'd fuck with him from now on, and he'd buy her little things to keep her happy!

He raised his eyes to drunkenly fix on her lust-contorted young face, her head still flailing slowly at a set, rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tighter in his hair. Christ, she couldn't wait, she was trying to force his mouth tighter to the small, ovalled entrance of her pussy. His big hands moved upward over the smooth, white flatness of her belly to the rounded, firm mounds of her swollen, teenage breasts. Harshly they cupped the fleshy resilience, his fingers teasingly rolling their tiny hardened nipples between them, as he glued his ovalled lips to the intricate, passion-drenched little hole and burningly curled his thick, hot tongue up into her!

She half-wailed, at the same time caressing his cheeks with her tiny hands flitting from his hair to his face and back, her young brain ready to burst in its ecstasy! Suddenly, she felt his hands under the backs of her knees and he was lifting her legs, forcing them up and back until her knees flattened her fire- filled, young breasts. His rough fingers pressed behind them, lifting her now completely vulnerable loins to his hungrily swirling tongue and mouth! It was then that she felt the warm wet contact of the hotly searing tip of it flick against her tightly puckered little ass, licking and probing at the sensitive opening to send unbelievable sensations of crazed, insane desire soaring through her trembling, young body!

Oh God, she was going mad! Even Lobo, as beautiful as he'd been, had not probed the depths that another human could... or had he? God, at that moment, she didn't know! How could she compare? She had to have her sweetheart's cock inside her! Maybe then she'd know... with that long, thick length of hardness filling her belly as Lobo's had!

"Oh... oh Zed... now... please... please do it... climb up between my legs and put it into me," she heard herself beg, whining. "Now... right now..."

The desire-crazed police chief raised his head and stared up at her young, closed-eyed face. "What?" he questioned in a choking voice. "What is it you want, Baby? Speak up! Tell your Zed exactly so he'll know how to please you! Tell him, Baby... tell him!"

"Oh... take me, Zed! Do it to me with your big thing!" Nancy lewdly gasped, wanting to say it and knowing that was what he wanted to hear! "Yes... oh God... now! Fuck me with your beautiful big, black cock!"

He didn't hesitate. She heard him grunt like an animal as he moved upward over her, his knees pressing against her inner thighs and spreading them wider apart. And then, he hung above her with posted arms, cradled between her spread legs, his long, thick cock hanging down not an inch from her hungrily throbbing young pussy- mouth.

"Reach down and put it in!" he ordered, his breath washing hotly over her. "Come on, do it! Take my cock and put it in your pussy!"

She mewled like a small kitten as her hands reached down to grasp it; then, Zed sensed the quickening of her breathing as her hot, little fingers curled around it.

"O-Oh... Zed... it's huge... bigger than his... Lobo's, I think! I-I'm not sure that I can ! I'm not that big, Zed!"

Zed didn't wait for her to dwell on the subject. He was too filled with his own lust to toy with words. Instead, he bent to kiss her, and at the same time, grasped the length of his cock to tease the tip with up and down motions in the viscid hot flesh, until he was satisfied that her pubic hair was spread and its huge bulbous head was implanted slightly in the tight oval of her small cuntal mouth.

"It might hurt a bit at first, Baby, but you just hang-tight! Dig your fingernails into me... anything... and then it'll be fucking good!" he lewdly advised, his use of the forbidden word again inspiring wild sensations inside her.

Had he moved slowly, pressured gently at first into the tight, young split between her legs, there might have been time for her to know the split-second agony of his stretching entry, but he didn't. The big, horny sheriff was too overwhelmed with the raging want of his fired-up sexual need! He had to bury his huge cock inside his girlfriend's young, teenage belly, smother it in the hot, slippery little hole that had left a fresh, sweet- tasting nectar on his lecherous tongue.

"N-Not too fast... please!" she started, her voice increasing into a rising wail as he sent the huge, hot length worming into her with a gushing charge. "Oh... ooohhh!" she cried out helplessly beneath him, gouging her nails into the solid flesh of his arms with the pain as his massive hardness soared deeply up into her tight young belly! "Oh God ! Y-You've torn me open... you have! You have!"

Zed knew different! He laughed because he knew, not meaning to be cruel, but only because he was aware that her tight young cunt would stretch twice as much before it shed a single drop of protesting blood! And as well was he conscious of the fact that she'd shortly be going crazy beneath his long, thickly plunging cock. In the end, they were all alike, young and older .. omnivorous, insatiable cunts designed solely to devour up and suck dry the cocks of man!

Had she been able to, Nancy would have fought him, squirmed away or pushed the massive length of his long, heavy rod of hardness from her agonized, cock stuffed pussy-hole, but there was absolutely no respite! She was totally defenseless beneath him, her flailing legs widespread, the tight young core of her loins penetrated to the fullest with his great, throbbing penis. Tears streamed down her cheeks with the expanding pain between her legs as she realized that nothing she could say would stop him! More animal than Lobo, he began to fuck in and out of her, still resting above on his pillar-like arms, his massive loins working lewdly to send his huge, impaling cock deep up into the inhumanely stretched channel of her open young cunt.

She felt his massive, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between the wide-spread cheeks of her buttocks, beating down against her tiny naked ass with lewd, rhythmic strokes that seemed to instigate incredible sensations of masochistic delight up her spine. Oh God... she'd hate him as long as she lived! The evil, wicked bastard! He wouldn't hurt her... he had promised he wouldn't... he'd promised ! And now, one big hand was churning the sensitive, soft flesh of her firm right breast as if it were a handful of marshmallows! Squeezing and kneading it brutally... twisting its tiny nipple and sending raging lewdly charged excitement roaring through her wide split loins! Oh God .. his cock... his painfully beautiful cock! It was reaming and smashing in a maddening cadence in and out of her cunt, suddenly kindling a fire of friction that could only ignite and explode into overwhelming flame before it was finished!

"Oooohh... oh... God yes ! Fuck it! Fuck me! Give it to me, Darling!" she groaned and cried in young wanton lewdness, beginning to lift her cock impaled vagina up higher to meet his lengthy, thick hardness, its blood-inflated head gouging into her hot young belly with breathless pain-pleasure!

Ohhh God, she blindly reasoned, her whole body was coming alive to the brutal fucking he was giving her! Her own... Zed, fucking her hot cunt... playing and taunting her tits... Licking her pussy! Oooohhh... she'd never be the same! She'd fuck him whenever he wanted... and suck his cock as best she could! Anything... anything ! Oooohhh... she was going to... yes, she was going to cum... soon... very soon... cum like a fountain all over his wonderful, beautifully fucking cock buried as deep up inside her !

Zed realized her closeness and was thankful for it. He was no more than seconds away, himself! The clutching, wet tightness of her almost virginal young cunt was more than he could fight against! Immediately, it'd begun to milk the life from his desperately straining cock, its youthful naiveté more than he was yet able to cope with! He could feel the small rhythmic sucking motions at the bloated depths of his balls, the fishlike suction of her grasping vaginal walls hotly and wetly massaging his throbbing cock! Shit... shit he was going to cum !

"Oooohhhh... nowwww... give it to meeee... pleaseeeee! I .. I'm cuumminngggg!" Nancy wailed, throwing her tender, teenage loins up onto his swelling cock, then wrapping her legs wildly up around his driving buttocks to cling tightly to him as with her internal pussy muscles she drew his long, thickly hardened length into the very sanctuary of her burning belly!

Zed sensed the eruption inside her when her desperately clutching body began to wildly convulse beneath him, her hot, tight cunt channel, nibbling and clutching like a scalding, liquid hand around the jerking, blood-engorged flesh of his swollen cock! Gushes of her warm, viscid orgasmic fluids spilled over his heavily aching penis, smoothing the way even more so into her young, heaving belly. It blew up for him then, too! He sensed it, his needle-like stream of hotly racing sperm roaring along the long full length of his pumping hardness... and then it was squirting into her with creamlike jets of mind-shattering lust!

Once more Nancy groaned out her physical ecstasy as the flooding heat of her fiancée's burning white cum spewed endlessly into her now forever stretched cunt and belly, its unending liquid flow filling her womb to the brim. She could feel the huge hardness of his pulsating cock-head deep in the very heart of her, pumping out its wetly cascading sperm, and at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered... only that she milk out from it with her hungrily working vaginal muscles its very last drop !

Jerry Skilton, his face disguised with a false beard and sunglasses, watched from his car as the young, blonde beauty parked her car on Main Street. Zed had told him to follow her, and he made no protest at the task. He still remembered the heavenly feel of her tight, young vagina on his stabbing cock, and the way she had let the dog fuck her and liked it.

Zed had been flabbergasted when Jerry had told him about the way Lobo had initiated Britney to animal sex the way Nancy had been. He had fumed about it, cursing out his disgust, and then shook it off and told Jerry that he still intended to go through with his plan.

Whatever that was, Jerry mused.

He kept his eyes on Mark Revis's luscious and innocent fiancée.

Britney felt herself full of dread as she knocked on the door of Minister Tzappas office. It was his medical consulting office, for today was not Sunday and Tzappas was the only doctor in Brighton's Meadows. However, it was not medical attention she was looking for, but rather a salve for her aching conscience. No, it would not be a conference in the chapel's retreat, but a private talk in the medical consultation room. But she couldn't wait until Sunday.

The waiting room was empty when she got in. She waited until the door opened and a middle-aged woman, the last patient, came out. She smiled at Britney, for she recognized her from church, but the girl's only reply was a shy smile as she looked down at the carpet. Dr. Tzappas' head stuck out around the door and he looked surprised.

"Britney. Is there some problem?" He was surprised because the young beauty, boundlessly healthy, had never come in to see him for a medical consultation.

She waited until the woman had left, then without looking up, said to Tzappas, "I need to speak to you, Doctor. Minister."

"Doctor today, my dear." He stood aside and gestured toward his examination room. "Please come in."

Britney got up and went in, Tzappas following her. While he sat behind his desk, she sat on a chair, twisting a damp handkerchief in her hands.

"Britney," he said, genuinely concerned. "What is it that's upset you?"

Britney took a long time to find her voice, but then it all came pouring out. "Minister Tzappas, I've done wrong. I had... I had sex... with a man."

Tzappas stared at her, unbelieving. He had always admired this most beautiful of young women with the divine singing voice and the perfect body. He could not deny that, watching her from the pulpit and at other times, his thoughts had been turned to desire for her pristine loveliness. It was at times distressing that he, who had been married for over twenty years, should be unable to control his thoughts at the sight of her always modestly-clothed body. Now, he felt a stab of jealousy that another man had sampled her, and he was sure that it was Mark Revis. At this point, he felt an unreasoning hatred for Mark, and at the same time felt his own loins stir at the mental image of the young man's body heaving and humping on top of hers.

Tzappas was aware that his eyes were making her uncomfortable. It was somewhat perverse that he used his silence and blank stare to increase the girls discomfort. "Can you tell me about it?" he asked, wanting to hear the details from her own ruby lips.

She nodded slowly. "That's why I came, sir," she said quietly. "I need to... to tell someone. I feel just terrible." Britney bowed her head and a tear made a track down each cheek.

"Then, by all means, tell me, my dear."

Britney took a long time to start speaking and her words came in sobs. "I was alone last night, and some men... some... some men... sneaked into my room. I didn't know them. They held me down."

Tzappas looked horrified. "You mean, you were raped?"

Britney hesitated, then nodded. "I tried to resist at first, but then... but then... I liked... I liked it. It felt good." Her eyes turned up to meet his and she found them gentle and caring.

"Was that the first time, Britney?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head slowly. "No, I've done it before. Mark and I are in love."

Tzappas knew he should let it go there, but he was curious. "Can you tell me exactly what happened? Did all of them do it to you?"

"Just one. The others watched."

Tzappas nodded, understanding. "Tell me, did he penetrate you fully?"

Britney's eyes were fixed on her lap. "Yes."

"All the way inside you?"

"Yes."

"In your vagina."

Britney winced. "Yes."

"His penis in your vagina. Was his penis large, or small?"

Britney's eyes turned dewy as she remembered. "Large. Very large."

Quietly, Tzappas pressed on. "And you enjoyed it?"

"Not at first. He was so big. But then, yes, it felt very good."

"Do you think he's damaged you, with such a large penis, I mean?"

Britney looked suddenly frightened. She had said nothing about Lobo, and she knew his penis was much larger than the rapist's. Much, much larger. Was it possible that Lobo had torn her, ruined her somehow for Mark? Would Mark ever want to touch her again when he found out about all that had happened last night?

"I don't know," Britney answered. "Do you think he could have?"

Tzappas nodded slowly. "It's quite possible. There are diseases to worry about. And pregnancy. I assume you're not on the pill. Why don't you step over there behind the screen and get undressed so I can examine you."

Britney rose slowly. She was quite timid about the thought of disrobing in front of the Minister, but now she was worried. She moved behind the screen and began to undress.

"There's a gown on a hanger. It's one of those things that's open at the back. Put that on."

When she was naked, she did put it on, then came out holding it closed in back. Tzappas had her sit up on the examining table.

"I'm going to check your breasts," he said, moving his hands through the arm-holes until her could heft her perfect globes.

Britney felt a tingle all the way to the nape of her neck when his hands gently palmed her big, firm tits.

"Any pain?" he asked quietly.

"No," she answered in a little girl voice.

His fingers found her nipples and stroked them a few times. He was amazed at how quickly they erected. He heard her give a little grunt. He stroked them a little more, unable to stop himself.

"Okay, Britney, I'd like to examine your genitals. Could you step down and turn around and lean forward over the table?"

The girl slid off. Tzappas knew that this was not the orthodox position for a vaginal examination, but he wanted to see other things as well. Yes, he wanted to see every part of her.

Britney supported herself on her arms over the table, the perfect moons of her bottom thrust enticingly backward. Tzappas parted the folds of the gown and caught his breath. What a beautiful butt the girl had. He was going far beyond the limits of his calling as pastor or doctor, he knew, but he stroked his hands tenderly over her asscheeks and down the back of her thighs.

"I'm looking for bruises," he said in a low voice, then ran his fingertips up and down the cleft of her buttocks. She was delicious, irresistible, and he knew he was overstepping the bounds of both his professions, but he couldn't stop touching her. His hands trembled as he parted her buttocks. "Relax," he said when she tensed, and she did, letting him separate the cheeks and look between. Her ass was a tiny vermilion-pink dimple, almost smooth and perfect like the rest of her. She must eat properly with plenty of fiber, he thought, for her bottom hole had suffered no dietary abuse. He touched the dry sphincter and saw it twitch defensively.

Anointing his index finger with a surgical lubricant from a tube, he slid it gently into her ass, feeling her warmth close around the digit, gripping him. Damn, she was sexy and innocent.

"Is there something there?" she asked in a small voice, causing her ass to clench at his finger. "They didn't touch .. that."

Tzappas drew his finger almost all the way out, then pushed in again, then out and in. "I'm just testing," he said ambiguously.

Britney felt chills of wild sensations shoot up to the back of her neck and reflexively she pushed her ass back to engulf his intruding digit. It felt strange, but good. How could it feel good? There must be something wrong with her. Tzappas kept up his gentle thrusting in and out, and Britney felt herself loosing conscious control of her actions. Her hips began moving as she felt her pussy begin to tingle and moisten. Yes, there was something wrong with her. She was enjoying this intimate examination and she shouldn't be. Her butt continued with its involuntary shuttling motion, her flesh grabbing at his finger.

Tzappas felt his cock begin to stir in his pants. He had not felt like this for years. He had never strayed in his marriage, but this choir girl - this beautiful, innocent, virginal choir girl - was turning him on in a way he had never believed possible. He shifted his legs and felt his penis shift and rise in his trousers.

Finally, Tzappas drew his finger free of her anal grip while Britney gave a tremulous sigh. "I think I should take a specimen." He found a swab and lowered himself behind her, staring straight into her vagina. It was as perfect and unfucked-looking as the rest of her, the labia amply covered with silky, honey-blonde tendrils of hair that lay like combed cotton threads on the soft, tender lips. He used two fingers to gently open the tiny hole, which stretched tautly until he could see the pink inner flesh. He looked inside, where no one had ever seen before, saw the trickle of creamy, white semen. With the swab, he took a sample, put it in a small bottle and stored it in the refrigerator.

"There was semen, Britney," he said.

Britney, unsteady and pink-cheeked from his attentions, peered over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose, but said nothing. She waited docilely, supported by her elbows, while the doctor got a rubber tube and bag of warm water. He held a basin under her while he inserted the tube and syringe into her vagina and douched out the residue of the man who had come, ejaculated into her the night before. His cock stayed hard while the water flowed back out of her cunt into the basin. As the soothing liquid flowed into her, Britney moaned and shivered.

Tzappas saw her reaction, saw the big melons of her tits quivering and shaking as she did. Setting the paraphernalia aside, he stepped back up behind her, undoing the tie string at the back of her neck. The gown slipped forward, puddling on the table. She was now essentially naked before his eyes. He ran his fingertips lightly over her, then again into the cleft of her bottom, across her ass, perineum, to her freshly-washed pussy hole. His finger slipped in there, felt the moistness of the water give way to the growing flow of slippery lubricant. One educated finger dipped down to touch her already swelling clit and he saw her whole body jerk.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No... no, not at all? Am I all right?"

"We'll see in a little while if you've been injured or not." He moved his middle finger's tip to her clit and began to manipulate it in a way that made lightning bolts of pleasure lance through the girl's perfect, hot body. Yes, she was hot all right. Again. She kept getting hot and she couldn't control it.

Tzappas saw her spongy hips begin to rotate in time to his caress. She couldn't stop herself, and neither could he. He felt his cock begin to leak, felt the heat building up in his pants. With his free hand, he rubbed his painfully stiff penis, then gave in to his compulsion and unfastened his belt and slid down his zipper. His prick was on fire and there was only one way he could quench the flames. He couldn't help himself, he had to take the risk.

Britney felt the flat of his hand rubbing over her puffy vaginal mound, felt his fingers part the fat lips. His middle finger slid into her cunt and she moaned, her mind leaving her and giving way to sensual feelings that seemed overwhelming.

With a deep sigh, Tzappas grasped his big, throbbing, leaking cock and directed it toward Britney's oozing vagina. He felt the vulval ring resist, then yield, allowing his cockhead to squeeze inside.

Britney felt her pussy stretch, felt something slip deeper and deeper into her fiery hole. It must be two fingers, it was so much bigger than one. Her whole body shuddered and she moaned loudly. It was big and it felt good, whatever he was doing to her. Three fingers? Why was he making her feel so good inside? She trusted him, and he was making her feel good. It kept pushing into her, deeper, and then pulling out. In and out, many times.

And then she felt his hands take her narrow waist. Both of his hands. And she knew then, knew that he was not pushing his fingers into her cunt. It could only be his man-thing, his penis! The Doctor, the Minister, was having sex with her, was pushing his penis back and forth in her hot, wet, sensation-filled vagina. Britney gave a groan as a fiery chill of wickedness ran through her. She was doing it with Minister Tzappas, actually having intercourse with him, as she had done with Mark and the others. His cock was bigger than Mark's, she could feel, though not as big as Lobo's giant appendage, and it was sending waves of irresistible sensual joy coursing through her. In, oh so deep, Tzappas' prick plunged again and then again. She heard him sigh with emotion, felt his pendulous testicles swing forward against the split labia beneath where his swollen member was stretching her tiny, elastic cunthole. She heard him hum throatily with each thrust, felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each intimate plunge, hot gushes of her girlish oil flooding her love channel and bathing his swinging balls. Her pussy was making wet, sucking sounds on his dick and she blushed scarlet. No, no, noooo! This couldn't be happening!

"Oh, Britney, oh, Britney," Tzappas chanted with each inward fuck. The girl was a witch. She had enticed him into her body, made him sin with her. And the only way to purge this wrong was to fuck her harder, to make her come and to come inside her. "Oh, Britney. Oh, Des-"

Britney was moving her hips backward at him now, her hungry vagina clasping his cock lovingly. Yes, oooooh! Yes, it did feel good. Very good. She felt one of his hands grope underneath her and close on one of her big, round tits. Her hand covered his there, pressing it harder against the throbbing, jiggling mound.

With swollen eyes, Tzappas looked down at the girl's wide- spread, back-thrusting bottom, her damp and creamy ass winking up at him as he thrust compulsively inside the hole beneath it. Her pink inner vaginal membranes clung to his cock as he drew out, then disappeared inside as he pushed into her cunt again. He felt himself losing all consciousness of his surroundings. Britney's ass bounced backward at him harder and faster. She was coming already!

"Oh, doctor, I'm coming!" she groaned almost disbelievingly. "It's happening again!" Reaching back, her fingertips dug into his flank, trying to pull him along, to speed his amazingly pleasure-giving thrusts. Her spongy, heart-shaped ass crashed back against his paunchy belly. She lost all thought of Mark now, for the fire in her tender young pussy was raging out of control, gushing.

Jerry Skilton stood aghast at the back window of Dr. Tzappas examining room, amazed at the way the darling girl had allowed herself to be seduced by the older man. He had seen the whole examination, the way Tzappas had bent her forward into that servile position, had reamed her ass with his finger, had taken the sample - wait until he analyzed that one! - and then stroked the girl's little red clit until she had lost the strength and will to resist. He envied the doctor now, that he was fucking the little sweetheart without interruption. Jerry had not enjoyed being preempted by the savage dog Lobo and losing his chance to fill Britney's tight pussy with his sperm. He ached to do it now, to join in or take his turn after the doctor.

But he knew that that was impossible. He could never be seen by the girl again in this town.

He watched her chasing her orgasm, her lower back hollowed, her buttocks turned up, giving Tzappas the deepest access to her cunt that she could. He eyes were half-closed, her face slightly contorted with her passion, her big, beautiful, melon breasts bumping against the back of her upper arms as she fucked her gushing pussy back onto the man's huge cock. Jerry saw her mouth open and she began to whimper as her whole lovely body shuddered in ecstasy, while Tzappas fucked her faster and faster. Her climax wracked her for a full minute. Tzappas pulled her butt back against him tight, fighting to delay his own coming.

Britney let her head drop between her arms while she struggled to catch her breath. "Ugh, oooooh, Dr. Tzappas!" she gasped, swimming in sensations that still overwhelmed her thought processes. Mark was away from her and she had done it again. Again! Lost control and enjoyed sex with someone else. And with Minister Tzappas! How could she ever go to church and meet him after this? She felt terribly wicked, but she had fallen again, into the trap of sensuality.

And then the doctor began moving again, slowly, deeply, in and out of her throbbing, clenching vagina. He sighed and groaned and soon Britney was doing the same in concert with him, with the man who was making use of her traitorous cunt. Faster and faster he plunged into her delicate wetness, until she was moving with him, matching him thrust for thrust. Turning her face up, her lips parted and he leaned forward to kiss her, splurging his tongue through her mouth. And she came again, harder and longer.

The girl moved her hips in sensuous circles, her lungs working like a bellows, her nipples brushing on the leather surface of the table. Her eyes drifted to the open window, to the face of Jerry Skilton and his wide, lustful eyes and a frisson of fear and shame wracked her. But her body could not stop its lewd fucking motions as her vagina clutched at the huge, pleasure- giving penis that plundered her femininity. Her gaze wavered and when she looked again, Jerry's face was gone and she thought she must have imagined it.

Tzappas clutched at her spread asscheeks, his finger prodding at her ass where his pubic hair tickled her, his hands then clawing at her tits, grabbing handfuls of her buttery, blonde hair. Fucking, thrusting! Deep, and hard. So deep inside of her!

And still he went on, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, five, six, and seven of them. It went on for another half-hour until Britney's cries resounded constantly throughout the room.

"Oh, Doctor! Doctor!" she cried, her flooded vagina making lewd sucking noises around his cock as it sawed back and forth in her defiled love channel. Tzappas felt her pussy squeezing his cock like a milking fist and finally surrendered to his impulses. With a loud groan, he felt his balls explode, releasing their creamy gift of sperm into her deflowered cunt, flooding the deepest recesses of her innocent womb. It was his biggest ejaculation in years, after having tired sexually of his wife; they hardly did it anymore.

Britney felt it surging into her, hot and gooey, filling her again as she had been filled the night before. She groaned at the idea that she might get pregnant, but that thought passed as her body shuddered with her final orgasm, her vagina squeezing the fertilizing penis in quick, hard spasms. The liquid sounds of sex grew louder as her hot hole expanded to accommodate his copious flow, which then backwashed out around the throbbing embedded cock to drip in gobs to the floor between her feet.

As the girl gave a cry of total fulfillment and Tzappas collapsed over her back, drained of strength even as he was drained of his semen by the beautiful young woman's precious, fresh pussy.

The two lay like that, the girl face down beneath the older, balding man, both panting for breath and bereft of any sensation but that of satisfaction. Jerry Skilton watched him lie that way, Britney's big tits bulging out to the sides beneath the weight of the two of them. Eventually, the doctor's massive cock softened, shrank, and slipped free of her tender, wet grip, followed by a flood of thick man cream. For a long time there was no sound but the heaving of their lungs as they hovered on the edge of slumber.

An hour later, Britney came around languorously, feeling pleasantly drugged. She was alone in the doctor's office, on her side on the examining table, a clean sheet covering her otherwise nude body. Her face and head felt numb and her body still felt asleep. Her vagina tingled and glowed with the chafing if had received.

She knew what she had done, felt terribly ashamed even though her physical self felt wondrously serene and pleasant, and she was glad that Tzappas had left her to dress herself, because she didn't think she could bear to face him. She had done wrong! They had done wrong! She loved Mark and would never think of betraying him, but her body had betrayed him, for it had betrayed her. She had felt her strength leaving her as the doctor examined her, felt his caressing fingers replace moral strength with desire, and as she had lain there, paralyzed with arousal, he had entered her and made love - if that was what it was to be called - to her for the better part of an hour.

Britney couldn't find her panties but the rest of her clothes were neatly arranged on the chair, and she put them on carefully, her knees unsteady. The outer office was deserted; Tzappas had discreetly left her and gone home. Not so discreet what they had done together in his office, but he had spared her the difficulty of having him see her out. Before opening the door to the street, she took a Kleenex from her purse and wiped away the white trail of sperm that was running down the inside of her thigh into her expensive shoe.

From his apartment over his office, Dr. Tzappas watched her get into her car and drive away. Her silk panties were clutched in his hand, and he rubbed at them with his thumb. Silky, like her, like her skin, her lips, her pussy. It went against everything he stood for, but he knew that he had to have her -again.

He hardly noticed Jerry Skilton standing across the street, smoking a cigarette and watching her departing Buick. EPILOGUE

"Oh, Mark!" Britney cried, throwing her arms around her fiancée's neck. "I thought you would never come home." Oblivious to her parents, who were standing not far away and smiling lovingly, she gave Mark her wettest, most passionate and intimate kiss, pulling herself up on him until her feet left the ground.

Laughing, Mark kissed her back. "I'll have to go away more often. If you act like this after just three days, what will you be like after next month's conference?"

Kissing him, she sniffled back her tears. "Oh, Mark darling, don't ever leave me again."

"But, baby, I've got good news."

Britney's face brightened. Her father had moved up beside them and she turned to him, still squeezing Mark's hand with all her might.

"The Party's given Mark the nod," her father said. "They're going to give him their support for the State Senate. Mark's career is just beginning."

Britney looked at him, then at Mark, back and forth between her parents and her fiancée. "Then we can get married, can't we? Right away. Please!"

Mark looked at her, astonished at her emotional outburst, but she was so sweet, so lovely, so incredibly pure and innocent, that he just couldn't tell her no. Why should they wait any longer? He was on his way, had the backing of Britney's father and of the Party. He would need a good woman by his side, and he stood a much better chance of getting elected if he was married, a family man and not open to allegations that he might be, unmarried at his age, homosexual. Yes, getting married right now would be just the thing.

Mark nodded and hugged her tightly. "Sure, baby. We'll get married as soon as we can put it all together." He looked at Britney's father, who nodded his approval.

And so, less than a month later, Britney became Mrs. Mark Revis, several months shy of her twenty-first birthday. Dressed all in white, she hurried to the limousine with her tuxedoed groom, watched by all their friends, from the community and from their former life in Chicago. Watched by many eyes, she rode away, from their garden reception, with her only love to their honeymoon in the Caribbean, far away where she could forget her troubles, and her sordid and sinful memories.

Many people watched her go, Minister Tzappas, who had married them, Zed Prater, who still had his own plans for her, and from the cover of the trees, Lobo saw her and recognized her and waited until she would come back to him one day.

Britney Revis stood before the balcony window of the hotel suite and let the warm Caribbean morning breeze wash over her luscious, naked body. It had been the loveliest honeymoon she could imagine, days on the beach, sunning her body to a ripe, gentle tan, evenings of dancing and dining and, yes, champagne, and nights of hot, loving, irresistible sex with her new husband Mark. She had acquired quite a taste for making love, for having a man's, Mark's, penis in her easily-excited needing pussy. Her twenty years of total abstinence and self-denial had built up in her and once unleashed seemed impossible to cool. But now she could indulge without any pangs of guilt, and had, to her heart's content.

Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her memories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm tree on her father's ranch, and what had happened after that with three other males that she should never have had to come close to, who had taken advantage of her weakness. And thoughts of that had made her feel unworthy on her wedding day.

Now, it seemed that two weeks of unbounded sexual indulgence with her new husband had purged her mind of that guilt and those cloying, unpleasant memories that threatened her happiness. Now, she knew, everything she said and did had to be impeccable, for Mark was slated to be their new senator to the state legislature. His wife had to be of the highest ethical quality, the highest moral caliber, and except for her brief surrender to desire before the wedding, she knew she would be a shining example of a good politician's wife. Her only real misgivings now were related to Minister Tzappas, but there was little likelihood that he would ever say anything, for his position was just as precarious as hers. However, she would be expected to be back in church next week, and that would be awkward, at best.

Britney stood in front of the wall mirror. Yes, her body was lush, creamy-skinned, and perfect, her breasts round and firm like grapefruit, her hips and legs slender, her pussy mound covered with silky, honey-blonde fur, her belly smooth and flat. She smiled wryly. Maybe not so flat for much longer. She would be expected to bear a child soon, and her figure, at least for the few months it took to produce the necessary child, would not be so slender and nubile. But what she regretted was that sex would not be quite as easy during that time. She shook her head and frowned. She was getting to be quite a sensual woman, and she wasn't sure that she liked it.

"Hey, there, nymph," came Mark's husky voice from the bed. She knew he appreciated her new sexual personality. "Come here, you shameless strumpet."

She turned. He was holding out his hand to her. Britney smiled shyly, then walked forward and took his hand. She let him pull her down to him, and her whole body tingled at the thought of what was going to happen. It never changed, and she loved it that way. He was going to caress her body, climb on top of her and push his lovely, pleasure-giving penis into her vagina. She began trembling with anticipation. She was so happy to be married at last. They could do this all they wanted without guilt. That was the beauty of marriage.

Mark's mouth covered her pink nipples while his hands kneaded the two round fruit of her beasts. She allowed him to pull her on top of him so that she straddled him and felt his virile, stiffening cock rubbing into the moist split of her labia. Immediately she felt herself getting wet in preparation for what she knew would be a flight through the galaxy. Mark was guiding her hips to position the tip of his cock at the tight entrance to her little-used vagina, little-used, that is, before her wedding day, but for the past two weeks they had been doing it three times a day. Britney had learned to control her responses, had learned to move her young, inexperienced body so that she came to orgasm every time.

She looked deep into her new husband's smoky eyes as she felt his cockhead stretching her vagina and entering the steaming depths of her femaleness. Oh! This is different! she hummed mentally as she felt it lance up inside her to depths never before probed at least not by Mark. And the thought of other things impinged. She gave a sob, trying to purge herself of the memory, the fear of things coming back to haunt her.

Pleasure sliced through her loins as she found she could regulate the depth of penetration and Mark guided her shapely, smooth-skinned hips up and down. She made a few mistakes, letting his cock slip from her cuntal grip several times before she learned the knack. And then her bottom began gliding up and down faster and faster, more effectively, driving his beautiful prick in and out of her pussy.

Mark looked up at her innocent, almost childish, face, her full red lips parted with passion, her honey-blonde hair swirling about her head and shoulders, her big, pink-nippled tits jiggling with each downward stroke of her hips. She was the picture of aroused young womanhood, brimming with love and devotion, overwhelmed with emotion and physical joy, in the grip of romance. He looked down to the plump, silky-haired mound at the base of her belly, to the warm split where his cock went on disappearing and reappearing with soft, salacious, wet, sucking sounds.

Together they moved in this new position of love, harder, deeper, and faster until their moans and gasps of joy resounded through the room, thunder wracking their bodies as they began to come, as Mark's creamy sperm shot into her greedily accepting cunt. Their coming lasted for what seemed like an hour, and finally Mark lay exhausted as Britney collapsed over him, still straddling him, his penis locked in her flooded vagina, her body covered with the sweat of her passionate efforts.

The honeymoon was ending now, she thought, as her breasts heaved with her impassioned breathing. It had been perfect and would last forever in her heart.

Sarah Canidate watched morosely from the cafe across the street as Nancy Pace left the sheriff's office where her dark- skinned fiancée worked. Everyone seemed to be happy but her. Even that no good law officer had a steady girl that she was sure he was fucking. Only she was alone, it seemed, and she didn't like it. Sarah was very unused to being deprived of anything, and having been spurned by Mark Revis at the conference at the Radisson, the fire of envy and resentment burned strong. It had been almost two months, that time in his hotel room when she had taken his cock in her mouth and given him supreme joy, only to be rejected and turned out of his room and his life, in favor of that nasty little blonde bitch that sang in church and did nothing but make people love her and want her! Silly little twat! Even now she was off on some island in the Caribbean, fucking her, Sarah's, sweetheart Mark.

Sarah didn't like the situation, would not countenance it. She wanted her revenge on Britney and she wanted Mark back. She would have things her way, however. She would!

It mattered little to the sleek and powerful German Shepherd dog, a mixed breed with a small amount of feral wolf, that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patrolling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; through their females, he had punished them for the brutal beating he had received at the hands of their black sheriff, satisfying the primeval law instinctively imbedded in his uncanny animal-brain. Yet, in so doing, he had rekindled the banked embers of another smoldering force from the dawn of time, a seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again this night.

Lobo stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very shadows enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving dictates of his feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he moved his great head in searching sweeps. Ahead, he saw the shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping place, the pleasant female he had known before the new young one he had become so devoted to in his savage heart.

A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow coming from the opened window. She was waiting! Britney, his new blonde mistress, was waiting for him! After so many hot nights when the light was on inside the room, but the windows shut tightly all through the long night, as if she wanted him to stay away. But now, he could see that it was open, could smell the scent of a woman in heat.

The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty animal loins convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, but with vigilance, the illusive beast crept toward the open window, a sudden piercing howl back in the hills advising him that his pack of three subordinate males was racing down toward the valley in its quest for food.

The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Britney Revis's former bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's parents' relinquishing her bedroom to them. The Markbrites had insisted and of course, her own numb old Rodney had merely said thanks. The dummy! All he was concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine he slaved for, not giving the slightest thought to their friends' inconvenience. Then off he goes, chasing down the completely ridiculous tale that had brought them there. Not that she hadn't expected to be a writer's widow through-out most of their stay in Brighton's Meadows, but she'd had hopes that this, their first night there, would be spent together, especially following her monthly five-day abstinence because of her period.

God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? Vikki Foster thought racily to herself, wriggling the naked roundness of her full white buttocks in little sensuous undulations against the smoothness of the satin-sheeted mattress. A tiny shiver of erotic delight tingled along her spine. Reflexively, she brushed her long slender fingers with a light touch over the excitable, resilient flesh of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their tiny, ruby-like nipples until they were quivering buds of sensitive hardness. He could have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough hints all evening long. She thought this as she lay there uneasily in her aroused nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over the smooth curves and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly adding to her sensual appetite.

Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either, especially the last two she'd had, after Zed Prater had led Rodney off on a leisurely tour to the various places the dog pack had struck, killing animals and frightening women. Rodney had gone at this hour on the half-chance that they would sight the dogs and perhaps be able to photograph them in the act. But she'd needed the drinks; she'd been so damned mad when Rodney had told her he probably wouldn't be home until morning. Such absolute nonsense, the whole ludicrous yarn, a wild dog raping a girl! It surprised her that an intelligent man like Mark Revis could lend any credence at all to such an absurd story. But he had looked a trifle skeptical himself, almost shrugging off Rodney's questions. However, Britney, before her fantasy wedding, had practically refused to discuss the matter, continuously changing the subject. Frankly, she'd been just as satisfied, Vikki remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex doing nothing but turning her on that much more.

Vikki had been at the wedding, watching the two newlyweds drive away to their happy honeymoon. Britney had been there too, and invited her to stay, while Rodney took off on his junket.

At least, it was wonderful seeing Britney again and Mark was just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her husband or Britney would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the young, virile town councilor, soon to be a state senator. Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, and quite one-sided, she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous things for her in her dreams, wildly passionate acts that could only take place in her sensuously unbridled mind. Like... like now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, an imagined conception filling her fevered mind of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like. It would be longer and thicker than Rodney's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard, hot and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping out those first delicious drops of his heated male-semen!

God! The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked, short-haired brunette squirmingly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending course toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down between her hot, full thighs. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Rodney, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all, sucking him off every night during her period. No wonder he'd put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of hottwat!

She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with the incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it. Not that she didn't love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick length of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy lips at that very moment. But there was something more passionately intimate in the tongue- licking and mouthing of his pulsating, rock-hardness that lustfully intoxicated her, to get down between his legs and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands, to lick away that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of her tongue, to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot, blood-swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her saliva- slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair! And then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded like liquid fire down her hungrily swallowing throat to boil passionately down in her belly below.

God, I'm hot! Vikki mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them slithering wetly into the seething, moist crevice between. Hedonistically, they stroked through the smooth fluid flesh, one skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her erect clit, transmitting frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to her passion-whetted brain. Oooohhh, if only I had Britney's husband, Mark's cock in my mouth right now! God, I'd suck his balls inside out! she lewdly visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and drawing them back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the hardened, tingling nipples of her swollen breasts. Then, as she plunged two slender fingers into the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tightly absorbing cuntal channel, she raised her head to look down between her nakedly throbbing breasts and observed through darkly glazed eyes the obscenely erotic sight she presented to herself It was at that precise moment that she saw him!

For some minutes, Lobo had been watching her, his acute animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden- headed mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothed, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter.

The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not forsake him there was an animal-like bond between them. She had provided the new fire- eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first window.

With forelegs on the sill, Lobo watched the sensuously lewd performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs, saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly-mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.

She saw him then, her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear- filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open! He did not wait longer, but agilely bounded through the open window!

Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Vikki couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it, the massive animal head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes, and then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

Now, she stared at it him, dog with a silver dogtag hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! He, it, whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body. And then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position!

Slowly, Vikki started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in shattering horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there, making her know subconsciously that this was it. Him, the very myth that had brought her and Rodney to Brighton's Meadows! Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her, above her nakedly vulnerable loins!

God, she had never been a coward, a stupid person, or whimpering female, not in all of her twenty-three years, but this was unbelievable! She tried to think. To scream would be futile There was no one to help her; the Markbrites were away at a dinner party. Zed Prater had spoken of posting sentries, but how once again, Mark had quashed that idea. Lord, this dog could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! No! No! She must remain cool, somehow, charm him, keep him at bay! And what was he doing?

A potent, unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt- lips and still, tingling thighs!

Oh God! That that slimy thing that was his tongue!

In spine-chilling awe, Vikki frantically squirmed beneath the sudden lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool, yes, keep my head cool! Mustn't scream. Mustn't! Ooooohhhhhh! she choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she well knew that! She had never fainted in her life, but how, what, was she going to do? My god, he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat. And damn, she had been that, hadn't she! Could - could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Lobo - yes, that's what they'd called him, Lobo! Now, she could see the letters engraved on the dogtag, and Anna Sapeaux's address, But - but it was all impossible. These things just didn't happen!

Oooooooohhhhh! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh! Oh, what he was doing to her there? If only she hadn't drunk so much! It was almost impossible to put thoughts together or to make any kind of sense! She'd been so hot, thinking of her girlfriend Britney's husband's virile young cock, sucking it, and suddenly, this maddening reality had burst upon her!

Am I much more than an animal myself? The lustfully-confused brunette thought frenziedly with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Lobo's hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl!

Oooooh God!

His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She trembled uncontrollably as he swept his sizzling, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt! From her quivering babyish rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion- engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect flower of her softly pulsating little clit! She lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible, obscene spectacle. Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her trembling naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-sensitive nerve-centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick!

It didn't stop, and the naked, obscenely-exposed young wife who lay in a desire-blinded state of lewdly pyramiding passion, beneath the incessant wild tongue with an inconceivably lust- maddened heat, could only moan out her sensual delight. Unceasingly, the massive dog splayed the smooth inflamed intimacy of her secret genital flesh with his captivating tongue, finally pausing to curl it with a deeply invading thrust far up into her turbulently-wet vaginal passage!

"Oooooohhhh, ooohhhh heaven!" Vikki audibly cried out, gasping and jerking spasmodically beneath his unthinkable assault, Mark's pictured cock in all of its lustful hardness mentally filling her suddenly palpitating pussy! Oh God, she would fuck him so beautifully, and he'd squirt his hot male jism deep up into her welcoming cunt, the feel of it making her cum and cum as it pumped ceaselessly into her wildly spread hole!

"God, yes! Yes! Lick it for me, you beautiful wild brute! Aaaaggghhh like that, darling, like that! Lick your tongue way up inside!" she pleaded wantonly, lifting her intensely-aroused loins and quaking buttocks higher to his frenzied, ravaging animal-mouth. "Yes, yes! Lick my cunt you wonderful lover! Aaaaaagggghhhh ooooohhhhhh!"

Vikki hardly knew what she was saying; her overwhelming carnal passion had reached that intensity! What fear she had known in the beginning the powerful dog had washed away with his wet, searing tongue! She hardly saw him any longer as a fierce, wild beast, only as a magnificent, needed lover who was taking her to unbelievable heights of sensual rapture! Suddenly, she was grasping hold of his furry head to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly throbbing cuntal channel!

His firebrand tongue shot up into her moist, seething hole like a white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he zealously lashed and tongue-fucked the blood-flushed, glistening flesh between her obscenely-spread thighs and tautly stretched buttocks.

"Oh! Ooohhhhh Goooddddd! You're driving me mad, lover! Maaaddd!" Vikki gasped hoarsely with raised head and salaciously- gaping eyes. The forbidden, bestial sight was all but shamelessly destroying her! Never, never, never in her life had she felt like this! Oooohhhh! If only her girlfriend's husband's hard thick cock was in her mouth at the same time, then it would be complete!

Lobo both scented and tasted the whetting intensity of her human she-lust, the keenly biting flavor causing his feral animal- blood to hotly race and pound through his powerful loins. There was nothing in this fire-eyed female that reminded him of his golden-haired mate except the soft whiteness of her smooth flesh, and the heat she generated from the mating hole between her legs whose aroma differed slightly from that of the blonde's. He sensed no tenderness in the symmetrical portions of her body such as his golden one possessed, only the hungry heat of her rising female-passion. The hot, pink flesh in its flowing wetness communicated to him her innermost secrets, and as he eagerly tongued the yielding, moist crevice, he felt the charged urgency of his own demanding loins.

Vikki had fallen into a rhythmic moaning, her mind slipping further into sensual oblivion beneath the mesmerizing bliss of Lobo's pleasure-giving tongue hotly licking and fucking into her wildly inflamed cunt. She had begun to flail her head from side to side in her lewd, half-raised position, still holding to the mighty animal's huge head between her pulled-back legs, her brain a mirror for both her husband and Mark Revis's imagined hard cocks, each thrusting in turn into her hungrily sucking mouth, while this beautiful brute lapped the maddening fire from her seething loins and belly. Frantically, she tossed her head in cadence with her groans, and it was then that she saw it!

Her sparkling dark-eyes widened at the glistening sight of the animal's thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing as it continued to press forward from its fleshy concealment! She had to lean far over sideways to see it well, and momentarily, Lobo sounded a throaty growl of disapproval, but this time the warning hardly registered with her.

Instead, an inexplicable sensation of sheer depravity burned through her naked, lust-filled young body, a maddeningly intensified feeling the roots of which she had no intentions of questioning! It was sheer, forbidden wickedness in its most degenerate form! But his cock was beautiful, huge and beautiful! She had never seen her husband Rodney's cock ever look more tempting to her! And his, her wonderful animal lover's, was longer and thicker, more like Mark's, she wildly imagined in her mind-swirling fantasy!

For a long, breathless moment, the raven-haired young wife watched the massive dog's wetly gleaming shaft of naked hardness dangling half-exposed beneath his strong animal-loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the captivating sight of its scarlet rapaciousness! From that moment, she was no longer concerned with the corrupt perversion of her intentions, only how she was going to accomplish it! In fact, she realized almost frantically, the very debasing idea in itself was serving to spur her on. But how? How?

Feverishly, the wild, night-invader licked at her cunt, his scorching, wet tongue like an abrasive as it slithered over the firmly erect bud of her quivering clit! Scintillating shocks of animal lust raged through her obscenely offered loins, singeing at the very nerve-ends of her white, sensually trembling flesh.

Oh God, how? "Lobo, darling - baby," Vikki began, trying to raise higher and pet his massive head that was nuzzled between her wide-spread legs. God, she could see his liquid tongue spraying through the wetly saturated crevice of her cuntal slit! He had opened her wide down there as if his love-making tongue was born of razors! Her own sensitive inner-cuntal flesh sparkled reflectively up at her, its tempting, silken curls moistly matted, the very sight sending trembling sensations spiraling toward her brain! Her thrusting young breasts tingled in their swollen excitement as she continued to caress his great head.

Then, his head lowered and nudged her hip, several times, until she got the idea. He wanted her to roll over. With a moan of surrender, Vikki complied.

Automatically, Vikki found herself trying to spread her squirming buttocks wider, picturing narcissistically the obscene appearance of her own voluptuous nakedness in her mind's eye. She heard the dog's excited panting, and sensed his hot breath against the soft white mounds of her buttocks. Then, she felt his long, laving tongue slithering hotly into the smooth crevice separating them. Again, Vikki moaned at the electrifying contact, immediate, feverish impulses of lust stabbed wildly through her warmly secreting pussy and quaking belly.

She felt herself lewdly raising her shapely buttocks, pulling the soft cheeks farther apart to give Lobo full access to her vulnerably gaping ass! His hot tongue wetly caressed it, then dived lower to splay open her tender hair-fringed pussy-lips, grazing the seething pink cuntal flesh on its way to her hardened little clit. She gasped out in impassioned joy, trying to inch her knees even farther apart and open the pulsating pink crevice between her straining thighs wider to him.

His long, curling animal-tongue lapped ardently, sweeping in an obscene liquid flame through the sizzling wet inner-flesh of her loins and flicking at the tiny grasping mouth of her tight vagina, stroking her hungrily offered loins to a still more intensive heat before he suddenly moved into an unexpected, astonishing position behind her kneeling form.

Vikki tensed as her massive pet's furry body crowded in close against her upraised buttocks. She was abruptly aware that Lobo was standing on his hind legs, his powerful forelegs gripping at the naked flesh of her hips! God Almighty! He must be mounting her! She craned her neck, hardly raising her face from the bed to gape wildly back at him! There wasn't any doubt about it! He intended to fuck her, just as if she were a bitch dog in heat!

Oh God! T-This was absolutely obscene being fucked by a dog! Vikki gasped inwardly. Really unbelievable! Vikki's mind reeled, her naked young curves trembling to the erotic stimulation Lobo's lashing tongue had fired in her liquor-sensitized flesh. Then, in the mirror that hung on the wall, she stared at the sight of their lewdly locked position, sensually moaning at the lust-flaming reflection. The bestial obscenity of the huge German Shepherd astride her widespread white ass-cheeks sent irresistible charges of seething passion raging through her quivering body!

Then Vikki saw it, and she gasped at the breathtaking sight of his glistening scarlet cock slipping out from its long furry sheath, wet and red and hard, the tapered length waggling obscenely as it inched forward, its bevel-topped head reaching and probing the wet pink slit of her feverish cunt! She felt Lobo's powerful animal-body jerk against her smooth buttocks, saw his thickly dangling cock trying to penetrate the hot mouth of her upturned vagina!

He whined aloud, almost in desperation, his forepaws making new demands against her naked hips as he jerked and stumbled on his hind legs, eagerly struggling to bury the sleek, throbbing spear of his raw animal hardness up inside her steaming human pussy-hole!

Vikki stared at it all in the mirror, her heavy breathing thundering in her ears. She shifted her lewdly elevated buttocks in little wanton circles back at the still growing dog-cock, hypnotized by its glistening red dance, the tension inside her reaching a near unbearable degree! Oooohhh yes, yesssss! She wanted it, wanted the beautiful baby's long thick cock burning right up into the aching depths of her throbbing hot cunt!

Help him, Vikki! something shouted within her. Go on, grab hold of it and put it in for him!

Vikki, with little mewling sounds unconsciously escaping her lips now, reached back between the yawning white columns of her thighs and grasped her pet's slippery hardness, spread the silken curls of her cuntal hair with its cone-shaped head, and guided the hot thick tip into her wetly nibbling vaginal lips! Spontaneously, the instinct-driven German Shepherd humped forward, bursting his solid cock from her grasp as he plunged deep into her acquiescing pussy channel. Wider and wider, he stretched the moist, sensitive passage, sending his flesh-searing rod slicing cruelly up into the churning wet heat of her quaking belly!

"Unh, unh, unh, ooohhhhh Goddd!" Vikki moaned as she felt herself being stuffed full to the brim in Lobo's unbroken forward lunge. She watched in the vanity mirror with bug-eyed fascination as the huge, scarlet length of blood-swollen dog-flesh slithered in with a fierce wet charge, burying itself to the very hilt in her shockingly stretched vagina! She both felt and saw her new lover's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swing savagely down, smacking flat against her dark pussy-hair as her own breath burst from her lungs.

The painful sensation of inner expansion came with a delayed impact to explode through her obscenely impaled loins, forcing guttural groans from her half-open lips. "Oh - oh, my God!" she moaned, her widened eyes gaping unseeingly as her panting animal- lover began to fuck rapidly up into her cunt from behind! Her head jarring against the pillow from his every powerful, breast- quivering charge, Vikki tried to concentrate on the reflected sight of his long thick scarlet cock plunging wetly up between her open thighs as she began to move lewdly backward to meet his breathtaking, brutal strokes!

Frenzied sensations of basic lust spread through Vikki's sensuously slaving body heaving backward onto the relentless dog- cock skewering deeper and deeper up into her flame-filled belly from behind! Furiously, the huge German Shepherd battered his loins against the young woman's supple ass-cheeks, his pulsating rod of flesh sinking each time to its full blood-hardened length up into the moistly sucking depths of her clasping vagina! Whimpering uncontrollably, Vikki rotated her buttocks around and around the pleasure-giving shaft in a building wanton furor, grinding her greedily clinging vaginal sheath back over the length of piercing animal-cock in masochistic need.

The unmistakable beacon of her approaching orgasm flashed through the brunette's passion-crazed young body then, a fantastic promise of still greater bliss soon to come! It coiled through her seething loins like a showering burst of fireworks, and singed the underside of her trembling belly with its loin-tingling sensations. She moaned in lustful intoxication as the jagged edges of her mounting sensual rapture stabbed at her abdomen, and ogled the mirror to watch her darling's long, thick dog-penis wetly disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her absorbing buttocks, his savage fucking tempoed in rapid, pistoning strokes! She saw her own pink cunt-flesh moistly clinging to his huge, handsome hardness when he pulled out of her, then disappearing back up inside her hungry passage with every new thrust, his heavy, cum-laden balls solidly pummeling her unprotected clit below between the blood-swollen lips of her lust-inflamed pussy!

Vikki's brain was spinning with the effect of such never before experienced carnality, her eyes feasting on the hedonistic spectacle of her full white breasts, suspended and quivering beneath her body as she raised part way up from the bed. In the mirror, they seemed to ripple like ripe mounds of lush, pink- tipped fruit before Lobo's breathtaking barrage! She saw the flailing veil of her long, ash-blonde hair as she tossed her head in a maddened cadence to the thorough fucking the darling dog was pounding into her, pleasureful moans hissing loudly up from her heaving chest!

"Oooohhhh, my lover, Lobo - baby! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your Vikki!" she cried back at the panting, furiously humping dog. "Harder, baby! Harder, oh, harderrrrrrr!"

The passionate, pleading tone to her voice let Lobo know he was pleasing her. He whined in panting response as he hammered instinctively up into her tight, slippery vagina from behind. He knew he was bringing her joy by the way she was thrusting her soft female cunt willingly back onto his aching hardness. The wet heat of her human vaginal passage was clenching greedily at him, even more so than hers of the midnight hair had done, and his blood pounded hotly through his straining body for her.

He felt the dribbling wetness against his throbbing loins as it trickled down the soft, smooth backs of her thighs from where he was locked into her loins. His tongue hung loose and dripping from his open jaws with the fierce pressure growing inside his raging loins. He heard a howling from outside, distantly, a summons from the other members of the pack he led, but disregarded the call. Only his roaring hardness thundering up into the hotly milking core between his mistress's long, white legs meant anything to him.

"Oh, oh no, Lobo! It's beautiful - tremendous! Oh God, you're driving me mad with it!" Vikki gasped, her long dark hair flailing as she tossed her head from side to side in uncontained rapture.

Vikki tried to hold her head steady, a next to impossible feat with her darling German Shepherd's huge cock pummeling her with trip-hammer velocity.

A series of screaming little sensuous impulses shot through Vikki's erotic nerve. Slave-like, Vikki gave herself completely to the pleasure-bringing fucking she was receiving from behind. She raised her head to choke out a throaty, animal cry. Her glazed eyes grew round and unseeing. "Oooohhhh! It's too much! I'm going wild!" but her voice choked into a strangled mixture of sob and ragged sigh, her head beginning to toss frantically up and down, her long hair streaming as she began the first erotic contractions of a violent orgasm! Wildly, she skewered her undulating vagina back onto Lobo's long thick cock in sluttish frenzy!

The first seizure struck her with all the force of a lightning bolt and she slammed her naked ass-cheeks back hard onto the deep-thrust red animal-cock with a desperate lunge. Simultaneously, Lobo fucked forward with a deep growl, his massive animal hardness beginning to spew its scalding dog-sperm deep up into her madly churning belly in long hard spurts!

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cum-c-cummmmmiinnnggggg!" Vikki whimpered, her jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the eruption exploding like a boiling geyser in her soft white belly and loins! She threw her head from side to side in the ecstasy of her release, at last gaping at the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her clenching cuntal mouth still milking hungrily at her beautiful German shepherd's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky white fluids ran hotly down her smooth inner-thighs, and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, her face buried in the soft pillow.

After the round swelling of his massive cock had allowed Lobo to draw free of her grip, he was gone before Vikki could even try to comprehend what had happened. She lay back in a semi-exhausted nakedness, still breathing heavily and tremblingly staring at the empty, opened window. He was real, alive! He existed all right. But could she tell anyone in the whole world that? In fact, the only concrete proof she had, even to herself, that the unbelievable act had occurred were the thin, still warmly glowing trickles of his sperm that trailed wetly from the tingling hole of her pussy down over the damp satin sheets below.

There has to be something I can do, thought Sarah Canidate as she spurred her horse angrily across the rolling hills and meadows near her father's huge estate. She knew she was near the edge now, close to moving onto Pace property. But no one cared around here who rode across whose property. It was open land and a horse never hurt anything.

There has to be something I can do to get him away from that bitch! The thought rattled around in her head irritatingly. The little trollop Britney Markbrite had had her way with Mark and Sarah had no intention whatever of standing by and watching it all pass under the bridge as if it had never happened and Mark and she had never been lovers. She wanted him back, and that meant she would have to separate him from his hot-and-sticky-cunted little wife.

And that might take some doing.

Down below she saw Nancy Pace's little Camaro negotiating the dirt road leading to and from her uncle's estate. Sarah thought that Zed Prater's teenage fiancée would be better off trying to take a four-wheel-drive vehicle in to town. The river had risen high from a recent rain and had flooded a piece of the road. She could easily get stuck and immobilized far from anywhere. Sarah drew her binoculars out of her saddle bag and took a closer look. Yes, Nancy would be lucky indeed to make it across the swamped part of the road just ahead.

Sarah swept the vista with her lenses again and stopped. Well, if it wasn't her own dear Mark driving this way in his new Bronco, whipping up a cloud of dust. What was he doing down this way?

Nancy cried out as her Camaro plowed into the water, hearing the spray roar up under the hood, killing the engine. Damn, how could this happen? She was in a hurry to get down to see Zed. He had been away for a few days, and they had had no intimate moments. Strange how he had turned a virgin teenager well, he and the raping dog Lobo into such a wanton and sexy woman. She was burning with desire for his big cock and their times together had become quite animal. All that he had taught her now ran through her mind constantly. She need him almost every day to quench the fires of sensuality he had stoked within her.

Zed had taught her well all the things a loving woman needed to know. Every position for fucking, every way to please a man. She had begun to like sucking his big, black cock, though it was terribly difficult to get even half of it inside her mouth. Her hot pussy burned just thinking about being with him and now this flooded road had thrown ice water on her plans and libido. What was wrong with her? Damnit, it was Zed's fault for making her such a hot-pussy bitch at the very tender age.

There was absolutely no response from the engine. It was drowned, just like her plans to be with Zed. With a mild curse, she gingerly stepped out of the car in to knee-deep water and began to walk.

Mark welcomed the chance to be back at work after his pleasant but exhausting honeymoon, the breakfast and hot coffee doing much to restore his energy. Damn, if he could just find the strength to leave his young wife, Britney but Christ, he almost couldn't this morning! He had just wanted to lie in bed with her and make love and stroke her hot and sweaty body. He was already getting hard just thinking about her. When was he going to become just slightly used to her beauty and be able to get back to work.

Irately, the town's councilor slammed the gears through their cycle, forcing his mind to concentrate on other immediate issues at hand. As much as he had his own personal weaknesses, there were other local matters to be looked to, especially the area's drug trouble. The high-school was seemingly saturated with it, and Zed Prater had done nothing concerning the three teenage pushers Mark had picked up and turned over to the police chief. Though Mark tried never to draw obvious conclusions, Zed's laxity in bringing the three before the county judge for indictment, plus his refusal to discuss the matter, underscored what he'd feared all along. He hated to believe it, but more and more it began to look as if Zed was in cahoots with the young pushers, though to prove the matter might be next to impossible in Brighton's Meadows, for it was up to Zed himself to present all evidence.

The police chief had the Canidates on his side, had somehow curried favor with good old venomous Sarah and her father, and who would buck James Canidate, even with him somewhere overseas. On top of that, Mark had already made an unbearable enemy in the beautiful, auburn-haired whiplash of a daughter who had laid claim to him years back. But what else could he have done but spurn those big, lusty green-eyes? He'd married Britney, was head-over- heels in love with her. His affair with Sarah, which had never been anything more than a lurid diet of sexual variety, was over! Hell, there'd never been any future in it from the beginning. There was no place at the time for him in the wealthy Canidate circle. It had always been his stud value, and he'd never tried to fool himself on that score. But Sarah didn't like her playthings taken from her, not before she had broken them and was finished, and she had made that well known to him back at the Radisson Hotel. How had she so glibly and gently put it? "You­you sonofabitch, goddamn you, Mark Revis! I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your nuts!"

Mark's keen, but tired mind diligently worked as he drove, covering the miles on that winding rural road to the Pace house, to see if talking to the chestnut-haired Nancy Pace and her uncle could tell her anything. He wasn't quite clear in his mind what value would come out of a chat with her, but she'd always been an amiable girl, talkative and eager, and she undoubtedly had at least been exposed to the drug-traffic at school. And maybe, just maybe, she might let something drop that she had observed in Zed's behavior that might explain why he kept covering for the drug pushers. Anyway, he had to start somewhere, and he'd promised Rodney that he'd try to get him an interview with her.

His mind was again reverting to irritatingly lustful thoughts of Britney when he saw the attractive brown-eyed beauty, Nancy Pace herself, on the road, the warm curves to her shapely young legs first catching his eye, then the miniskirt and white pullover she wore. Drawing closer, he realized that she was obviously braless, a new thing for the reserved and shy teenager, her full, youthful breasts doing an arousing sashay to her every step. He swallowed, wondering if maybe he shouldn't wait until tomorrow when her uncle was with her.

She saw him and waved. Mark smiled back, responsively easing the Bronco to a stop, making no motions toward her, yet she swerved from the sidewalk to come and talk with him.

"Hi, Mark..., I-I mean Mr. Revis. I just bogged my car down," she said in one breath, her young white teeth glistening with her smile.

"Y-Yes, I can see that," he stammered, her accidental use of his first name surprising him. In the past, it had always been Mr. Revis. "Come on, I'll drive you. I wanted to talk to you anyway," he added with a little smile of his own. "Ooohhh?" he heard her pleasant girlish voice questioningly fade as she unhesitantly circled the car, that too astonishing him. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, making none of the usual demure efforts toward covering her youthfully rounded thighs with her tiny mini-skirt. Being with Zed these last few months had changed her, not to mention her horrid experience with the wild dog. "It's not very often that I get picked up by the handsomest man in town," she said with a light, flirty air, the pleasing scent of fragrant soap reaching him.

Mark uncontrollably grinned as he spurred the automobile back into motion, her less-than-naive coquettishness giving him another start that he hadn't been prepared for. He naturally had had some experience with these teenage girls in his life, but he doubted that he'd ever quite get comfortable with their casual disregard for the teasingly provocative sexiness they exuded. It was difficult to believe they were unaware of their ripened young charms, though he'd never thought of Nancy along those lines, and it suddenly occurred to him that he was either getting old, or blind..., or was it that she had suddenly grown up when he wasn't looking?

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Revis?" Nancy questioned, purposely twisting in the seat so that she faced him, her young nylon encased legs nearly touching at the knees, her fully rounded thighs knowingly revealed to him. She saw his handsome, greyish-eyes magnetically rake over them, and a little quiver of excitement fluttered through her.

"I have a friend here, a writer who'd like to interview you, Nancy," he clumsily managed, gluing his eyes to the street ahead with the sight of her curvaceous young thighs mentally branded in his mind. Damnit! He was still hot and horny from his honeymoon. "Name's Rodney Foster and he writes for a national magazine!"

"About the dog, Lobo, that day?" she quickly responded, her teenage, dark eyes innocently absorbing him, then clouding with sadness at the memory. "Is that what he wants to know about?"

Mark again swallowed, this time more tightly. "Ah... yes, he wants to do an article on the wild dog phenomenon, Nancy, but that isn't what I wanted to talk to you about, though I'd welcome anything you have to add to our record on the experience you had."

"Oh, there's nothing more. I've told everything. He did it, you know, screwed me, that's all," Nancy replied with a sadness that caused her youthful face to crumble into something outwardly pathetic. Her choice of lewd words causing the flesh of his balls to creep! "Well, nearly all. That is, there's one thing that I haven't told anyone, Mr. Revis, but... but I know I can tell you."

He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Wh-What's that, Nancy?" he managed, not daring to look her way and/or down at those luscious young thighs again.

"Well, at first I tried to fight him," she said, speaking in a childishly soft, sultry voice that he could never know she had painstakingly rehearsed before a mirror. But then, she excitedly thought, there had been many things that had happened to her since Lobo, hadn't there? And her lover Zed had introduced her to them all. "At first I did, until I realized that it was no use, and then... then, I gave up! I-I let him do it, even helped by pushing myself back at him! D-Does that make me sound like some sort of d-dirty girl, myself? I-I mean, the way some people look at me."

Christ almighty, Mark thought, driving over toward the Pace ranch, skirting the pool where the girl's car sat drowned and immobile. He was getting a gnawing hardon at the sound of her voice and the lewd story she was telling him. He couldn't help but imagine his own young bride, Britney, naked and kneeling before the huge German Shepherd, and the brute's thrusting cock driving her right out of her skull!

"Listen," he hoarsely rasped, forcing the unwanted fantastic thought of his young wife mounted by that dog, ramming his feral animal-cock up between the smooth grinding cheeks of her naked buttocks and into her pink pussy from his mind! "Listen, there's no one in this town who can look down on you, Nancy! You put that right in the forefront of your mind, eh? Try to understand that many of these people are bigoted religious fanatics who don't know any better. They're not really to blame anymore than you were for what happened!"

"I-I've tried to, Mr. Revis," she softly replied, gazing downward toward her candidly exhibited legs in an accomplished gesture, fiery sensations already tingling hotly through her at the sudden realization of their being out on the road and all alone, far from the relief of Zed's marvelous cock! Her brain burned with a sudden thought. It could happen if she was clever enough! But did she dare? Mark Revis, wow, he was so handsome! "Honestly, I've tried, even thought that they didn't know any better, religious fanatics, as you say, but," she looked up at him, her flashing dark eyes rounded in question, "but even religious people know about fucking, don't they?"

She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs. Mark's head reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, his swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front! Goddamn, what was he doing out here in the hills with her, anyway? He'd momentarily lost his head, that was what! The fresh young feminine fragrance of her, and her wide-eyed innocent use of lurid words, say nothing of the way she was displaying her thighs all the way up to her panties to him, had lustfully set his blood-thumping cock into doing his thinking for him! What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but having a shag with Zed Prater's fiancée! He, a happily married man. Goddamn, he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenage thighs!

"Well, don't they Mr. Revis?" she persisted.

"Y-Yeah... sure, Nancy... of course they know," he stammered, tearing his eyes from between her youthfully firm legs and beginning to look for a place to turn around. He had to get hold of himself! His resistance was at low-ebb due to his hypersexual honeymoon. It seemed that all his cock wanted was to fuck something. His brain was groggy, his slowly stiffening prick was lecherously attempting to make his decisions for him! Christ, the narrow wisp of satiny whiteness caressing the fleshy swell between her rounded, full, young thighs was searingly imprinted in his roused brain! "Don't worry, it'll all work out for you, Honey."

Honey! He'd called her Honey, and there was no doubt about that swelling in his pantleg and the way it'd jerked when she'd used the word, fucking! God, it looked as big as Zed's! Not that it mattered how big it was! She knew she'd love it inside her if it were no larger than her little finger! Mark Revis! He was so handsome, and her pussy was getting so tingly wet! How was she going to manage it? She said: "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Revis? I'd tell you anything... anything!"

Holy Christ, there wasn't any question, Mark's nearly exhausted intelligence screamed! She, this devilish little teenage cockteaser, was laying it on the line before him! He couldn't help but think of Sarah Canidate's flagrant lust that had been his real indoctrination! Damn, was Nancy blindly gearing toward being another Sarah? He tried to think of his wife, Britney, anything that would restore a measure of needed reason, but the mere thought of his voluptuous, blonde bride brought fire to his brain.

"What do you know about the drugs going around town and the high school?" he threw at her, almost hoping that she would get angry and bring the whole trouble-heading scene to an end right there.

"What do you want to know?" the teenager questioned, inching closer to him along the seat.

"The pushers who are they?" Mark snapped.

"Jerry Skilton, Billy, his brother, and Sam Quaid, but I haven't seen them around for a while," she quickly answered. "No one's seen them, as if they disappeared."

Mark licked at his thin lips. They were the three Zed had picked up and turned loose the next day. "Has the traffic died down?"

"I don't know, Mr. Revis. I've never been involved with drugs at all," she answered, slowly slipping her arm around the back-rim of his seat as she slithered tightly against him. "I've had no interest in them."

"Who's the source, do you know?" he managed, sensing the warm weight of her arm behind him and the delicate play of her fingers at the back of his neck. Jesus Christ, he'd been so right, so right! She was offering all that ripe, youthful loveliness to him to fuck right now if he wanted it!

Nancy swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum. Someone out of town, that was all she knew. But lover Zed would kill her if he ever found out! He would, he'd kill her for even thinking of taking her panties off for his enemy, Mark Revis! It wasn't the same as before she'd begun to sleep with him; she hardly had any privacy or secrets anymore. He made her suck him all the time before he ate her pussy and fucked her, and she knew that he'd skin her alive if she made a mistake!

"I can't tell you that, Mark!" she hoarsely exclaimed.

"Please... please don't ask me! J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Revis, please? I-It isn't easy being me right now, little Nancy Pace the sweet young girl that, that dog, Lobo, raped, with everyone in the county looking down at me."

Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her self-pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly impulsive statement: "Damnit, I told you about these people!" he said, swinging into the mouth of a dirt lane that led to a deserted quarry and coming to a skidding halt. He rammed the gears into reverse, then turned to gape at inch- distance into the attractive young face crowding his.

"Wait, don't back up!" the long-haired teenager pleaded in a throaty whisper. "Please, Mr. Revis, don't back up. Keep going. Drive up into the quarry," she pleaded, her sweet young breath hot against his cheek. And then he felt her other small hand's electrifying contact with the tensed muscle of his thigh, beginning to caress warmly as it moved with pointed intention toward the jerking rod of hardness straining at his pants front! "Maybe you can make me feel better, ease the ache inside me, while I draw the fire out of this for you!"

"Christ!" he gasped to the hot, encircling pressure of her small palm and fingers suddenly grasping the thickened hardness of his throbbing cock inside his pants. "D-Do you know what you're saying, talking about doing, Nancy?" he rasped at her, his fired brain spinning like the vanes on a windmill, while her delicate young hand began to knowingly trace the outline of his long rigid prick with unbelievably skilled fingers!

"Yes, yes, of course I know, Mr. Revis! Can't you tell by my hand on your cock?" she lewdly whispered, then possessively clutched it as she pressed forward, crushing the resilient young flesh of one full, bra-less breast against his tensed arm and kissed his cheek with warm, wet lips. "Please, Mr. Revis. Please? Do it to me I want you to! Fuck me, do anything you want to me, just let me make you happy!"

He couldn't have moved at that moment had he wanted to! Her lithe, young body hotly pressed against him, her yielding, teenaged breast searing the muscled-flesh of his arm right through his shirt-sleeve, but it was her youthful little hand caressing his throbbing cock that was tearing him up inside! Her lustful plea with its lewd words screamed in his tired skull and he knew he was rapidly losing any resistance to her that he might have had! Still, he made one last effort.

"Damnit, Nancy, I can't! You're Zed's fiancée! A little girl, too."

"Oh God!" the chestnut-haired teenager gasped, suddenly grasping his big hand in the small one that had been eagerly stroking his thickly pulsating hardness. She'd never accept no for an answer now! She was so hot and wet between her legs! Excitedly, she guided his strong hand to the naked smooth flesh beneath her sweater, until the tiny hardened nipple of one full rounded young breast was pressing into its palm! Then she sensually whispered: "Does that feel like a little girl's tit to you, Mr. Revis?"

"Christ!" he choked, stalling the car as he twisted in the seat to pull her tightly against him, his mouth finding her lushly opened young lips and his tongue thrusting hotly between them! Shit, he was lost! He was going to fuck her if it meant twenty- years in prison! He couldn't help himself, he knew as he squeezed and kneaded the firmly overflowing flesh of her warm, teenage breast in his lecherously working hand! But goddamn, he better hope no one came along and saw them!"

Someone had already seen them, but Mark Revis had no way of knowing that.

Beautiful Sarah Canidate sat astride the big palomino as she skirted the perimeter of range of the Pace ranch following the trail that afforded a panoramic view of the entire valley. She saw his Bronco, parked down by the quarry.

A sensation of excitement rippled through her, quickly followed by another of dismay at the thought of the distance separating them. By horse-trail, he was at least six-miles off .. unless he doubled back along the old range-road! If he did, she could easily intercept him near the creek and that could prove damned interesting. She might even forgive him for his dastardly trick the other night of just coming in her mouth and leaving her unsatisfied down between her legs, providing he was properly sorry and took good care of her today. God knows, she could certainly stand a goodly piece of her ex-lover's hardened cock this morning, or any morning for that matter!

She reined the palomino to a halt and pulled field-glasses from the saddle-bag she always carried. The proud, auburn-haired girl fixed the glasses to her eyes and adjusted them. She could make-out Mark inside, but not too distinctly. Damn! He wasn't alone, the girl was with him! Frantically, she adjusted and re- adjusted the glasses, but she didn't have to see the girl's face to know who it was.

The sonofabitch! The car was moving, but not turning around!

He was heading toward the old quarry, another mile on top of the half-dozen that separated them! Damn him, goddamn her, and little Sarah was going to find out just what was going to happen!

Mark had given up all effort toward fighting the lecherous drive eating heatedly at his churning loins. He found a parking place between the excavated pit-wall and dilapidated stone- crusher, backing into it, quickly cutting the car's engine then grasping and pulling Nancy to him. She whimpered as he ran his hungry hand beneath her sweater, hotly clutching at the resilient young flesh of her naked breasts, his open mouth glued to hers, their wet, simmering tongues darting and lashing in mounting sexual fervency.

"Oh Christ, Nancy! This is wrong, just crazy!" he hissed, holding her tightly to him while his big hand continued to the swollen warm flesh of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny, hardened buds of their marble-like nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them again and again to make her gasp into his mouth as he wetly tongue-fucked into it. Then, panting like the satyr he felt he was, he raised his head and gaped down into her enticing young face. "But I don't give a goddamn, not if you don't, Honey! God help me, but you've got me going for sure now."

"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Revis, darling!" the teenager passionately moaned, clinging tightly to him. "You can do anything you want to me, or tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you, let it cum all up in my mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, Lover! Anything, Mark, only don't make me wait any longer! Let's, let's get naked, I want to see your cock!"

In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching the voluptuous teenage girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater from her lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, white young breasts in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen cock to jerk achingly in his pants. Their tiny, cherry-like nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds of silk-smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied stripping away of her clothing.

He watched the tiny skirt disappear, then her panty-hose, and finally the wispy nylon bikini panties that unveiled the sparsely growing curls of her young teenage pussy-lips, the most lust- enticing sight he could ever remember gaping at. She started to move toward him, her dark young eyes hungrily fastened on his towering, rock-hard cock, but he held out his hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft give of her full, sensuously formed breast.

"I want to hold it, kiss it, suck it, Mr. Revis!" the naked young girl hotly whimpered as he pressed her backward until she was lying back against the corner of the back of the seat and the door, one foot up on the cushion, the other on the floor. Her curvaceous, smooth young legs were lewdly spread open to him, the whiteness of her full, rounded thighs and belly contrasted by the dark silken curls of her sparsely curling pubic hair! He could readily see the thin pink crevice her blood-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, his aching cock responsively jerking upward with an almost painful series of throbs at the lust- whetting sight!

Britney, oh, Britney! I can't stop myself!

"Oh, oh Mr. Revis, lover!" Nancy moaned, clutching at his head as he lurched forward between her widespread, warmly trembling young thighs, feeling his lifting of her legs and drawing them back for him to give him the greater access to her naked cunt that she knew he wanted. She stroked at his tousled hair, sensing his hands wedging beneath the rounded moons of her taut young buttocks and drawing her further down the seat, his handsome face suddenly nuzzling into the wet, fire-filled intimacy of her eager loins!

Christ! The sweet, fresh youthful aroma of it alone was enough to make him cum, Mark inwardly reasoned, staring lecherously at the bewitching spectacle of her snugly clenching little cuntal lips and the lustrous dark curl of thinly sprouting pubic hair encircling it! He moved closer, thrust out his tongue and drew it slipperily from the base of her tightly clasping pussy-slit up to the very tip of her excitedly jerking clit, spreading open the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the intricate, naked flesh of her sensitive inner-secrets with satirical aggressiveness.

"Oh, ooohhhhhhh God!" Nancy groaned sensually, her whole youthfully excited body nakedly trembling beneath his erotically flicking tongue. "Darling! Ooohhh, you're wonderful! Yess, do it! Eat my cunt, Mr. Revis! Ooohhh, I want to suck your cock while you lick me there, swallow your cum... please, please turn around for me!"

Her unbelievable, wanton plea scraped and lashed at his lust- governed brain, and as much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her teenage throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several more times through the hot, wet deliciousness of her hungrily clenching young cunt, then raised up over her, crawling intentionally forward. "Another time, Baby, not today! I'm going to fuck you, so reach down between your legs and put it where it belongs! Mr. Revis's going to fuck you now, Nancy!"

"Ooohhh, yesss, all right, darling, whatever you say!" the whimpering teenager passionately moaned. "Fuck me, Mr. Revis, darling, fuck me good!" she hissed, grasping the length of his probing cock down between them and seating its swollen head at the tiny pulsating lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do it, do it, Mark! Fuck me Œtill I scream, please!"

The palomino was tiring. She'd pushed the beast too far, especially on an uncertain, downhill trail. She should have ridden the bay, he was a much surer-footed animal on this type of terrain. But then, she hadn't expected to catch her ex-lover in a clandestine encounter, had she? The sonofabitch! The way he'd walked away from her after she'd sucked him off! Professing deep love for that simple-minded, warbling little blonde haired wife of his! And here he was out in the hills with some other cunt! Little Nancy Pace. Oh, the pretentious bastard! He was going to pay for this, and so was his blonde little lovely bride, but she had to know who the girl with him was, had to!

"Goddamn you, Dante, move, move!" Sarah snapped, gouging her spurs into the big animal's flanks and causing it to react with a buck. "Move, you sonofabitch!" she spat, viciously yanking the reins as they moved down the slope. "I want to see what's going on!"

Mark had no more than wormed his long, thick length of hardened cock-flesh into the tight wet sleeve of her hotly clutching pussy-channel when the curvaceous teenager began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath him, obscenely thrusting her smooth rounded young hips and buttocks up at his impaling cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and gasping little cries! "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" she moaned, heaving her young delectable loins in an immediate fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering into her tightly clinging cunt. "Oh Darling, it's so big, it fills my hot pussy right up to my belly! Aaahhhh, give it to me, Mr. Revis! Fuck me hard with it! Yesss, like that, ooohhh, I want to see! I want to see!"

Shit, he was going to go right out of his goddamned head! The flaming velvety flesh of her childish vagina was wetly grasping and nursing his aching hardness like a gripping butter- coated hand, the frenzy of their fucking filling the car with flat, fleshy slapping sounds! From the very first stroke, he felt his sperm-filled balls thudding hard down against her tiny, puckered ass as they wedged between the oval, white moons of her wide-spread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself to allow her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes fixing on her firm, teenage breasts that were quivering like some delicious, white gelatinous substance with his every jarring fuck up into her! She raised her head and gaped down between them as did he, the sight of his long, thick cock moistly vanishing inside the wide stretched, curl-ringed mouth of her young pink cunt causing her to gasp out in sensual desire! His cock! Mark Revis's! Not nearly as big as Zed's, she knew, but this one was attached to the beautiful, educated, gentleman Mark Revis.

"Oh, oohhh, I'm going to cum, Mr. Revis! Yesss, cummmmiinnngg!" she wailed, wrapping her smooth, naked legs around his back and spiraling her quivering young cuntal muscles up onto his charging cock like an acrobat shinnying a pole!

Wildly, she fucked and squealed beneath him, her voluptuous young-girl body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding, naked flesh clinging as if she were welded to him! Christ, he couldn't stop now! He hoped she'd understand - not go into some up-tight fit because she'd cum, and then she half- screamed:

"Oh, ooohhh, sweet fucker, I'm cuummmiiinnggg agaaiinnn!"

Mark felt her long, young nails gouging the hard flesh of his arms, shoulders and ribs as she trembled and squirmed around the length of his aching, buried cock plunging into the receptive, wet hole between her wide-spread, teenaged legs! Once more, she let out a banshee-like cry and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, she was a real nympho! No doubt about it, he thought wildly! The luscious little bitch was a nympho! What had Zed been teaching her?

Lustfully, he looked down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see the hot, pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the moistly glistening hardness of his pistoning cock when he fucked back out of her! Christ, it was like pink, delicately spun sugar-candy sucking hungrily at his heavily veined shaft of long, thick rigidity, the silken, hair- fringed mouth of her youthful little pussy-hole feverishly clenching it and holding it deep up inside her! Like the lecher he knew that he was, Mark fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid delicacy of her young, tender belly eagerly swallowing the turgid head of his pulsing cock! She whimpered, but never pulled away from him even a fraction as he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes into her lasciviously upthrust, young cunt!

"Oh God, Mr. Revis, darling, lover, we'll do this again, won't we?" Nancy whimpered. "Again and again? Ooohhh, you fuck into me so wonderful! I love you! Oooohhh,, I've got to suck it, taste your cum, Darling! Oooohhhh Godddd, I'm going to again, yesss, nowwwww!"

Insanely, she clung to him, her curvaceous teenage legs locked tightly with her ankles up over his back, her youthful loins smacking fleshily up against his as she undulated wildly her smoothly grinding hips and buttocks, making her cuntal-channel wetly massage his burning hard cock in a lewd, salacious churning act that caused his cum-filled balls to signal the end!

"Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ! I-I'm going toooo!"

Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her small hands pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him!

"No! No, God, not this way! Please?" she pleaded, her youthful strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked young cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the car seat! "Crawl up over me, Mr. Revis! I want it in my mouth! Shoot it in my mouth, Darling! I want to suck it, swallow it, please?"

Mark didn't struggle, but let her manipulate him above her until he was practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her young resilient tits, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated vat of his balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his jerking cock back into her anyplace! Almost frenziedly, she grasped its thick, moistened base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled lips up over the swollen, purplish head that was still glistening wetly from her cuntal secretions! Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion arose in her throat, vibrating the length of his long, impatiently jerking hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it! She cupped his jism- filled balls in her small, hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head movement, making him understand what she wanted!

"Oh shit!" Mark choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck in and out of the hot, moist shelter of her hungrily enveloping young mouth! "Suck it, you luscious little cunt! Suck it, suck it hard, and any second now, it's going to fill that soft warm belly of yours with a big flood of cum!" He was going out of his mind! Britney had never done anything like this, had never sucked his cock, and now little Nancy Pace was sucking him lick a five-dollar whore!

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Nancy passionately moaned in her obscenely positioned nakedness, eagerly massaging and milking his heavy sperm-bloated balls with her youthfully clutching hands as she tried to work his thickly pistoning cock further and further into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat!

And then, it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her swollen young breasts with his lewdly churning ass- cheeks, and watching the pink inner-flesh of her lushly ovaled lips clinging hotly to his moving cock when he withdrew it from her mouth in the backstroke. Then suddenly, in the midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into his ass all the way to the palm of her hand! "Oh Christ!" he gasped and swore when she began to expertly rotate it around inside and massage the sensitive, rubbery depth. "Ooooohh! That did it, Baby, I'm cummmmniiinnggg! Suck it hard you cocksucking little bitch!"

Mark writhed his hips furiously, watching her pretty young cock-contorted face, the lips sucking slavishly, his cock hardening ever greater with the presence of the needle-like stream of white hot sperm rushing the full length of it!

It burst as the young girl beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent tasting cum, flooding deep into her impatiently waiting mouth and throat! She felt her cheeks ballooning and contracting almost to the bursting point as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips tightly around his spasming hardness and sucking furiously, while his massive reservoir of wetly gushing cum continued to squirt down into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face harder up onto his wildly spewing prick!

The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it would be, and at the first hot pungent taste of his love-juice her own climax had been triggered again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her insatiably jerking loins and belly! And then, his wonderful cock began to grow limp in her still hungrily sucking little mouth, until gradually there remained nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them.

Breathing heavily, Mark climbed off of her obscenely sprawled young nakedness, the sight of her lush teenage lips and chin glistening with the warm, wet whiteness of his sperm sending a contemptible wave of self-loathing surging through him for what he had done to the young high school girl. But to Nancy, who was slowly raising herself up in the seat, her young eyes lovingly fixed on the naked, handsome lover beside her, there was only wonder, if and how soon could she make it happen with Mr. Revis again. In spite of Zed Prater, her fiancée. It was like a burning fever that Lobo had unlocked and Zed himself had stoked to a raging heat. She had admired and desired Mark Revis from the first time she had seen him, but his heart had been elsewhere.

Britney was so happy to be in their new home as she went about decorating it tirelessly all day. Of course, it was not nearly as large as her father's house where she had lived before their sudden, rushed marriage. Yes, it was already decorated according to his bachelor's tastes, but he had given her carte blanche to make it the way she liked it, and she worked happily at that task with restraint, so as not to insult his male ego.

Forgotten in the glow of love and passion were the things that had driven her to beg him to marry her with so little practical preparation, the rape she had suffered with the unknown burglar, the feelings of repugnance that had turned to weakness and desire unfulfilled, only to be ultimately fulfilled by the wild, raping dog Lobo, her friend Anna's runaway pet. If that had not been enough to drive her over the edge, her seduction by Dr. Tzappas, the town's dual-duty preacher and general medical practitioner, had. How strange that the same man had had intercourse with her in his office, bent over his examining table with her tender, tingling buttocks pliantly uplifted to his incredibly pleasure-giving cock-thrusts.

The crowning irony was that he should be the one to pronounce the vows to her and Mark just a few weeks later over the alter in the community church. She had been unable to meet the pastor's eye, but he strangely seemed untouched by the horrible sin they had committed. It had been with relief that she had run from the church with Mark after the ceremony and taken the limousine to the airport and their wonderful, cathartic, memory-expunging honeymoon.

Now she was happy. Nothing must be allowed ever to mar the perfect life they were making for themselves, Mark's career in politics and hers in music, which she must soon resume. Of course, there would be babies, at least two. That was expected of a politician's wife, a solid family and home. And she supposed the children would come soon, since Mark had forbidden her to use birth control of any kind. He was hoping for a child within a year, too late for the election, but she might possibly be visibly pregnant during the campaign. All part of the campaign, though not just for show. Mark was as family oriented as she.

Britney was determined that their home should be in reality just as fine as their future constituents would expect it to be.

So she prepared a candle-light dinner, his favorite meat dish and the wine he liked. She had had wine the first time that day they had first made love in the field beneath the elm, and then only occasionally on their honeymoon, so it wasn't becoming a habit, but tomorrow he would be leaving for the capital and she would not see him for almost a week. The thought depressed her, for she would not have his ardent and thrilling nightly lovemaking until he returned. Passing her hand over her belly, down to her plump pussy mound, she shivered. How could that hot, wet love-hole survive without his lovely penis.

What a wanton bitch she would have turned out to be if she hadn't married Mark! She blessed her decision to marry him quickly. But if he knew what had driven her to beg him to take her to the altar, he would be profoundly shocked. She was still shocked herself by what had been done to her by those three unprincipled males.

Mark was late coming home, but she was understanding when he walked through the door, his face tired and his clothing wrinkled. His aspect didn't deter her from throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him warmly.

"How's my darling tonight?" she purred. "Baby looks all done in."

Mark didn't meet her eyes. "I am, Britney." He shook his head sadly and noticed the dinner table. His face looked sad. "Let me wash up."

Britney waited for him at the table, her flesh steaming up with thoughts of getting into bed with him tonight. She was so keyed up with the day's activity and being indoors all day. He was what she needed to cool her energetic body.

Mark sat down, his gaze briefly touching her face, but in the shadows she couldn't read anything there.

"How'd it go, sweetheart?" she asked soothingly.

He shook his head. "There are drugs being sold around the high school and the disco and Zed seems unable to catch the culprits. I went out to the Pace ranch today to see if anyone out there would let slip any information."

"And?"

"No luck. Nancy knows nothing, but I've got a feeling Zed is involved with them, protecting them. If he is, the poor girl will be in for a heartbreaking shock when he gets caught. I don't trust him."

"I've never liked him," Britney confessed. "He's always made me uncomfortable, the way he looks at a girl."

Mark gave a grunt. "Well, Nancy's getting all his looks now. The girl has changed really changed, since her experience with that dog."

Britney froze at his mention of the wild animal she knew only too well.

"Even so, he wanted the council to put up a bounty of five thousand dollars on that dog. I don't think he's going to put any real effort into catching it until there's money in it for him."

Britney's eyes clouded when he mentioned the dog, Lobo. The night he had visited her, licked her to sensuous defeat, mounted her, and used his giant, red cock to bring her to orgasm, was brought back to her vividly. She recalled how after that she had slept with her windows and shutters closed until moving out of her parent's home into this lovely new house of Mark's.

The young husband ate sparsely while Britney, her hands trembling with emotions she didn't want to feel, stuffed herself with her own delicious meal. It wasn't until she was full and had followed him into the bedroom that she noticed that he just wasn't himself.

Kicking off his pants, Mark fell into bed. While she watched him, Britney disrobed her lithe, voluptuous body in a way she thought provocative until she noticed that his eyes weren't even open. Completely naked, her large, firm breasts jiggling with her movements, she slid in beside him, feeling her vagina moistening in anticipation of what she hoped he would give her. Her hand went to his strong chest, down over his belly, then timidly to his cock. She had never taken the initiative before, but she felt so hot, so hot. Her fingers tentatively explored his soft pubic hair, finding it slightly crusty with something, and then found his flaccid penis.

Mark groaned groggily, apologizing for his lack of energy. He was already nearly asleep!

The young woman moaned with disappointment, an irritating tension creeping up her spine. Here she was aroused and wide- awake, with Mark dead to the world.

Britney rolled onto her back, biting her lip. Her hands stole up and cupped her breasts, pinching her neglected, pink, hard nipples. Her breath quickened. Just the proximity of him excited her. Her fingers traveled down to her dribbling pussy, pushing into the warm vulval crease and beginning to manipulate her twitching clit with one hand while the fingers of the other plunged into her tight, silky, lonely, love channel.

Mark was too deep asleep, dreaming of his afternoon activity with Nancy Pace, to hear his young bride's whimpers of pleasure as she fantasized about him.

"THAT S-S-SON OF A B-BITCH!" roared Zed Prater, gibbering with jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while lecherously dreaming of the tightly rounded, naked young ass Britney Revis. The jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when Sarah, the fire-breathing daughter of the town's biggest big-wig, bitterly unloaded on him! Goddamn, he couldn't believe it! Nancy and Mark Revis! That little two- timing bitch!

In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Sarah wasted no time in reaching the Brighton's Meadows Police Chief. Nor did she mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his "little whore fiancée"!

"Y-You're sure? I mean..."

"You don't know your own stupidity, do you, Prater! I don't make mistakes! You ought to know that!" she grated into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk the receiver away. "I saw when they parked, then left the old quarry, and I tell you true they weren't there looking for rocks! I saw the whole thing, humping, sweating and screaming. But that's neither here nor there! You listening?"

"Y-Yeah, sure, Sarah! I'm hearing every word!" the swollen-faced police officer replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the thoughts of what he would do to the unfaithful little cunt for this! And Revis, that sonofabitch, he'd hang him by his balls!

"I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered. "We're doing this my way, just as we planned! Understand?"

"Right, right, your way, Sarah," Prater quickly agreed, though his own vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten. "Just name the time."

"Tonight, if I can inveigle Britney Revis out here to the ranch. Unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Sarah swore, her words reaching him with a somewhat snakelike hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Revis's balls tacked right up over my bed, Zed, you understand?"

"Right, I know! You can count on me!" Prater answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own.

"I better be able to! Get some camera equipment ready, video and an SLR, and don't forget to see your little friend and get the acid," she reminded him. "We'll catch the whole scene on film, but remember, keep my face out of it, understand! Do what ever you want with the rest of me."

"Right," Zed said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. "Don't worry, Honey, they'll be pictorial gems."

"Okay, okay, I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you and verify that it's on, and don't come out here drunk," warned Brighton's Meadows' richest and most powerful bachelorette. "Or I might just have two pair of balls hanging over my bed!" Sarah turned away and picked up the phone. "Now I think I'll give the little angel a discreet phone call. Do you mind?"

"No problem," Zed said. "But first let me call Jerry Skilton and have him round up some LSD or something for you," Zed said, dialing the young pusher's portable number. He had to wait a long time before Skilton answered. "Yeah, Jerry. Meet me out on the south road in an hour. Yeah, and bring some LSD and other things." He smiled at Sarah. "Now you can call little Britney and start the ball rolling."

Sarah smiled wickedly and picked up the phone.

In his private pickup truck Zed picked up the sleazy young pusher out on the road where he had said. Jerry climbed in and lit a cigarette.

"I guess I don't have to ask what this is for," Jerry said, blowing a thick cloud of smoke and handing the sheriff a small packet. "Britney Markbrite?"

"Revis now, but shut your face," Zed said sharply. "What makes you think it's for her?"

Jerry chuckled. "Just guessed. Where we going?"

Zed spurred the pickup along the road. "I might need your help for something." He nodded his head at a burlap bag on the floor. "We're going to create a need for a twenty thousand-dollar bounty on that dog's head."

"How's that?" Jerry asked, reaching into the bag and coming out with a strange object. It was a garden cultivating tool used for raking flower beds, a five-clawed affair, but it was obvious that the ends had been sharpened on a grinder to a razor-like sharpness. There was also a plastic bag full of what looked like animal hair and shock horror a large dried animal's foot that looked like it came from a dog. "What's this?"

"That's a little instrument for making tooth marks on livestock."

"What kind of hair is this?"

Zed grinned. "Dog hair. German Shepherd dog hair, and a foot for making a few tracks."

"Oh," Jerry grunted, understanding nothing. "What's it all about, then?"

Zed shook his head scornfully. "I think you've been getting high on your own supply," he said. "We're going to go out an kill a few cows with the tool and leave some dog hair on the carcasses. Got it?"

"Yeah, but why?"

Zed shook his head disdainfully. "I've been trying to talk the town council into putting a price on the dog's head. So I kill a few of their cattle, councilors animals too, and they'll be happy to do it. Then we'll do it again until they raise it to twenty grand. Councilors aren't so apathetic when it's their cows that are getting ripped up."

"Oh, yeah," Jerry said quietly. "How stupid of me not to guess."

"So we're going out in the fields. I can tear the throats out of a few animals. I can hunt the dirty bastard down, and then I won't have to go for the reward on you."

Jerry jerked back. "Geez, you wouldn't do that, would you, Zed?"

"Not if I don't have to," Zed said enigmatically, pulling to a stop next to a fence. He got out, picked up the bag of "tools", and started moving. Jerry followed suit, chucking away his cigarette butt. "Pick that up," Zed said. "I don't want any evidence that we were here." The sheriff started walking across the field, toward a distant group of cattle. "Of course, I'll be called out to investigate and the forensics will turn up some dog hair, and if we can't get a price on that fucking dog's head after that, than the councilmen are dumber than I thought."

"Well, what am I doing here?" Jerry groaned. "I'm a businessman. What if someone sees us?"

Zed spat at a cow pie. "I've checked the area out and there's no one around."

"What about our prints?"

"There's lots of farmers prints around here. Just don't step in any cow shit or mud puddles. Remember, I'll be running the investigation anyway, so we'll only find what I want to find."

"But what do I do."

I just want you to hold a few cows' heads still while I rip out their throats."

Jerry looked at Zed in disbelief. "You'll get blood all over me."

"You can buy new clothes, no problem. Nobody else can know about this nobody so you're elected."

"Damn!" Jerry complained. They were nearing the group of cattle and he didn't relish wrestling with the stupid, dirty animals. "I like the drugging and fucking Britney Markbrite better," Jerry said. "She's the hottest, sweetest pussy I've ever fucked. I'd like to have her again."

Zed stopped, his eyes hard. "What are you talking about?"

Jerry grinned. "Yeah, before the dog came and got to her, she caught us planting the shit. To cover up for being there, we had to do something, so I had the guys hold her. I licked her cunt and then slipped it to her. Tightest, sweetest pussy I've ever had. Pretty pussy, too. Looks like a baby's cunt with butterscotch hair on it. She cried at first, but then she turned on and that little twat just clamped down on old Willy."

The drug peddler was getting so wrapped up in his memories that he didn't notice the change coming over Zed, but had he watched his companion closer, he would have seen the jealous rage growing, turning the whites of his eyes red and causing his powerful, weight-trained body to tremble. Jerry was still laughing when Zed moved so suddenly there was no time to defend himself, even if he had been strong enough to fight off the bull- like, iron-armed black man.

Zed's hand closed on Jerry's thick head of hair while the other hand, armed with the five-pronged claw tool, moved in a lightening-fast arc. The sharp steel prongs bit deep into Jerry's neck, tearing through flesh, blood vessels, and cartilage. As his blood sprayed out of the two carotid arteries, Jerry's face registered a look of horror and surprise, the mauled vital parts of his throat dangling down onto his shirt. Raging, Zed struck out again and again, and after Jerry fell, yet several times more.

"You raped my Dezzy, you son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!" Zed screamed over and over until the fury had passed and Jerry lay still and open-eyed in death.

Zed stepped back, regulating his breathing. Jerry had paid dearly for the assault on his beloved Britney.

The sheriff looked around. No one left now to help him with the cows. But who was to care. Now Lobo had a human victim to answer for. Panic would set in and Zed thought about the reward. Twenty thousand? Make it fifty, at least.

Chuckling to himself, Zed Prater went to work putting down some dog tracks and attaching a discreet amount of dog hair to Jerry's clothing. After what had happened to Nancy, everybody would just eat it up. What he had left here would be plenty evidence enough against Lobo for a serious bounty hunt. The thing was, Zed knew just how to catch the wild, raping dog. All he needed was something to attract the animal.

And he knew the perfect bait.

Britney Revis. What was more important, the girl or the money?

The money.

Britney could cry. Mark had left without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Sarah Canidate's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Nancy Pace that would clarify the auburn- haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity, but she hadn't the courage to broach the subject. She'd never seen him so distant, so guiltily ignoring her.

The lovely, honey-blonde, young bride could hardly believe it when he'd left her so coldly, his heavy footfalls pounding along the hallway until the outside house-door closed and his car started up. He must have seen her back stiffen as she listened on the phone, and the way her eyes darted at him when she heard what Sarah had to say.

Well, she could be thankful for Carol and Rodney's being here, at least. She still had to see them tomorrow, where they were staying with her parents over at her erstwhile home, while Mark was away and Sarah's snide phone call had aroused such doubts in her mind. She didn't want to be alone while her beloved... unfaithful? young politician husband was away.

Confused and nearly in tears, Britney dressed. She hardly knew what Sarah Canidate expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go, had to know more no matter how horrible it would be, and she dressed accordingly, the striking Sarah Canidate's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her mind: "It's time you learned a few things about your handsome husband, Britney darling. And don't tell a soul that you're coming here."

What else could she do but agree? Nor had she broken her word. Though she couldn't quite understand the insistence for such secrecy, Sarah's emphasis of it had, and it was intriguing her. What more could the wealthy, spoiled girl add to what she'd already implied that demanded such a furtive meeting? Had she made some horrible mistake in marrying Mark?

But even if she had, what could she do? She loved him so much, so very, very much!

After she'd securely concealed Zed Prater in his strategic spot in her bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing little sugar-cube on the serving tray, Sarah Canidate entered the luxuriously furnished front-room of their ranch house with an almost evil, lust-tugging smile playing about her sensual mouth. It had occurred to her that Britney Revis did - actually did! The voluptuous blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate at college, resembled her to a striking T! And what erotic hours they had spent together! Of course, Wendy had been made-to-order lesbian material from her parental situation, but who was to say this gorgeous creature was any different? God, wouldn't that be an unexpected pleasure though! Actually, the tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether she knowingly, or unknowingly, acknowledged them; the acid, with proper suggestiveness, would quickly bring them to the surface! Damn, it'd been a long time since she'd enjoyed those intoxicating games, hadn't it? The idea was more than slightly invigorating, especially with it producing all the desired results she vindictively sought. One way or the other, she was going to have her pound of flesh this night!

The curvaceously shaped, auburn-haired girl in her braless, slack ensemble, was in the act of mixing herself a drink when the front bell rang. She smiled, placing the ice-cube filled glass onto the small bar and walked toward the door, enjoyably performing the task of the servants she had dismissed for the evening.

"Well, hello, Britney, please come in?" she warmly greeted the enthralling, shoulder-length, blonde-haired lovely in the black, mini-cocktail dress, her raking green-eyes immediately dropping from the revealing cleavage of smoothly firmed, white, full breasts to the dark nylon-encased beauty of perfectly rounded, lush thighs that tapered downward toward exotic calves and enviable ankles. "I didn't expect that you'd dress so - enchantingly, Dear. You look absolutely stunning!"

"W-Well, thank you," Britney replied with widening eyes, surprised at the other's generous compliments. "I wasn't sure whether you had mentioned dinner or not."

"Come in and have a drink, Darling," Sarah expertly trimmed her partially asked question short, catching her arm with feminine gentleness and leading her into the vast livingroom toward a couch. "Here - sit down, Honey. This is my favorite nook, more intimate than the rest, I think. What will you have?"

"Oh, anything," Britney answered, carefully seating herself so that her knees were chastely touching, her revealed legs and outer thighs demurely at an angle. She watched the graceful, striking young woman glide away to the corner-bar. It was difficult for her to believe that only hours before, her hostess had sharply insisted that this secret tête-à-tête be held. Appraisingly, Britney let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the other's appealing curves, noting the masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silvery, tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her oval, full sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according to their nipple- embossed flow of movement, were those of a girl who would look as well without, as with brassiere. And that was a rarity.

"I prefer martinis this time of evening," Sarah was saying without glancing back at her. "And seeing you have no preference. An olive, or lemon twist?"

"Fine. Either," Britney automatically responded, hardly knowing what she was saying as she tried to reason the meaning behind it all. Nothing was happening as she had anticipated.

"I know you're quite up-tight about our phone-conversation," Sarah said in a calculatedly disarming tone as she gracefully returned to the couch with their drinks, smiling and handing one to Britney before she eased downward onto the edge of the cushion. "I think such things are better done on a full stomach, Britney dear, so let's have dinner first, just you and me, then talk." With that, she confidently added an additional lie: "I prepared it myself, orange duck, and not very good, I'm afraid, but at least private, as this little get-together should be."

Britney sat forward, running her tiny tongue-tip over her lips nervously. "Just... what is this... little get-together all about, Sarah?"

Surprising Britney, the stunning girl lightly laughed, then charmingly arose to her feet. "Later, Darling. Now, why don't you give me a hand in the kitchen? There's only the two of us tonight. Would you mind?"

Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, Britney gained her feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate kitchen, readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining table. Finally, they sat down at an intimate setting, eating scrumptiously, Britney thought, with the proper wines, the light conversation doing nothing but putting her at ease, and making her wonder if any of their intensive exchange on the telephone had ever taken place.

It wasn't until they were back in the living room over coffees and cognac, still enjoying a pleasant mood, that she came to know different.

"You'll want sugar, Darling," Sarah said. "It's a very strong espresso."

"All right, one, just one, thank you. Ordinarily, I don't use any," Britney replied with a smile. "I've been putting on weight."

The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Sarah had been patiently guiding them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, nasty plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her sensuous young body. In keeping with the evening, she raised the demitasse cup and Britney responded, daintily sipping.

"So at last we come to the reason for our little party, Britney dear," the auburn-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. "It's always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each owes a certain honesty to the other regarding him. Don't you think so? I mean, today, Darling, it's become a recognized fact by us girls the necessity of banding together against the male beast, right?" She smiled warmly at her voluptuous companion who was properly balancing her little saucer and tasting from its miniature cup.

To that point, the curvaceous blonde's intrigued blue-eyes had been like innocent gems of concerned purity, Sarah evaluated, their almost virginal expression feeding her licentiously building hunger. You enticing little bitch! Your innocent, almost unfucked look is a bewitching fraud, but it's going to make it all the more delightful!

She watched the unconcealable flicker of apprehension reveal itself in their abrupt, uneasy stare, but waited until the intoxicating creature perfunctorily sipped the last drop from her cup. Then, she said:

"I'm sure you must've considered that Mark had a love-life before he met you, Darling?"

"O-Of course he's not a child," Britney replied, a strange little tremor rippling over her. "But I can't believe that was why you were so insistent that I come here tonight to discuss my husband's former love-life."

"Former?" Sarah repeated the adjective with a smile. "You sound very much like a naive young wife, Britney. His little affair with Nancy Pace in the old quarry this morning doesn't sound like a former love-life to me. Of course, I have no idea how long that's been going on."

"I don't believe it, Sarah!" Britney defended, the bite to her tone automatic.

"Well, that's very loyal of you, Darling, but not very smart," Sarah said, her avid green-eyes narrowing. "Suppose I should tell you that I too, have enjoyed his cock since you two have been together? Would you believe that?"

Whether it was what she'd said, or her casual use of the lewd four-letter word, Britney didn't know, but rather than the offended rage she should be feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on the erotic had incredibly fluttered through her! Something was not right in her head, but God knows, she couldn't reason what, nor why! The room itself had suddenly taken on intense hues, and the attractive face of the auburn-haired, green- eyed girl beside her seemed to have assumed a wavering, vision- like quality!

"Yes, Britney darling. You see, I've known Mark a long, long time," Sarah began to half-whisper confidingly, moving closer to the lovely blonde woman beside her. "We used to fuck every day. I think eating cunt is probably his foremost love-making talent, don't you," the woman needled, "or hasn't he ever gotten down between your thighs and licked your pussy?"

Britney could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, sparkling lips slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewd words and deeds which were causing funny, butterfly- like sensations to increase inside her!

"I usually sucked him. I like to suck cocks, always and especially, Mark's!" Sarah excitedly continued. "It's so long and thick, isn't it, Britney dear? I mean, his cock is bigger than most I've had but maybe you've done better, Darling. Though, for me, swallowing Mark's thick hardness right down into my throat was always heaven! Even his cum tastes different, more masculine and hot than most, don't you agree, Honey?"

For a brief instant, Britney was aware of a desperate struggle taking place in the dazed recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of lewd verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous vacuum at the pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly. My God, what's happening to me?

"Really, Darling," Sarah's sultry voice danced around her ears and simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock? Can you now?"

In aroused confusion, Britney stared at the provocative smile on the vision's ravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Sarah's suggestion! Yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed from her hand, even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her!

"Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good right now, Britney, my doll?" Sarah wantonly hissed. "His thick cock thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a geyser, wouldn't you, Baby?"

"Oooohhh! I oooohhh Goddd!" Britney whimpered.

"Yes, I understand, Britney. My, you're getting all hot and wet up between your legs," Sarah tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to brush her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh. "You know, Darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can think of, like fuck, cunt and cocksucker! Go ahead, Baby, say them. It'll make you feel better. Go ahead, don't be afraid! Cum, shit, cunt!"

"S-Suck, fuck, cock, cunt, jism! Prick!"

"Asshole!" Britney began, hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene words began to scream burningly in her brain as if crying for release. "Oh, my cunt is on fire! Yes! Yes! Mark's big cock inside my pussy-hole, in my mouth anyplace!"

"That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Sarah hotly rasped, smoothing her hand up over Britney's round little belly toward her fully, rising and falling breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, letting her fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white flesh of their exposed cleft. "Now, Lover, just think of your own tingling cunt, the hot, wet pussy between your legs and mine so moist and excited between my legs and the delicious feel of a tongue, my tongue, licking your tiny clit, and yours playing with mine. Isn't that a beautifully exciting thought, Britney, my baby? Isn't it?"

"Ooooohhh! What's happening to me, P-Sarah?" Britney whimpered gaspingly, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious question her vision had lustfully put to her burning like a firebrand in her brain! Passionate sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled through Britney at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, passion-incited young body.

"Isn't it, Britney baby? Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that?"

"Oooohhh, oohhhh yes, yesss! A tongue spreading my pussy hair and licking my cunt split and yours, Darling!" Britney gasped uncontrollably, her own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the nylon encased roundness of her smooth upper thighs.

"Then let's do it, Britney darling! Let's get all naked, then you can lie back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Sarah can lick it for you!" the vindictive, auburn- haired girl vengefully implanted, her eyes a green glow of lascivious triumph.

"Please! Please, now! I want to now, Sarah!"

Britney whimpered and writhed, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender fingers attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon panties between her now, wantonly spread legs.

"Not here, Lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy and it'll be as good or better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it Baby?" Sarah couldn't help but taunt.

"Oh yes! God, yess! I'll cum! I'll cummmmm! Oh, and I have to cuummmm! My Godddd!"

"Of course, you have to!" Sarah heatedly answered, rising to her feet and drawing the honey-blonde young wife upright. Abruptly, she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbian embrace, pressing Britney's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious warmth. "Kiss me, my hot little cunt!" Sarah aggressively demanded and Britney did, opening her lush, tongue- moistened lips to receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger!

It was not his canny intuition that led Lobo to the remote place where the young female of the auburn hair lived. He had lurked in the shadows of Brighton's Meadows throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one, because he had not seen her for over a month and he had found her again, picked up her sweet scent. An uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass barrier in her house before the wedding. The she-human, Vikki, which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed female was not his chosen female! Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he remained close by to ascertain this.

Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town- lights, and then from a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! Sarah, the auburn-haired female! He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the destination before him, leaving his rendezvous with the rest of the pack forgotten.

Yes, the pack, his three four-year-old male offspring whelped by the German Shepherd bitch in the next valley. He was proud of them, his partners in hunting and his apprentices in copulating with human females, in training with Anna Sapeaux. Dusty, the clever one, Sam, the swift one, and Bruno, the giant, even bigger than Lobo with a cock that had made even Anna cry out with discomfort last night when they had visited her.

But now his concern was for the golden-haired female of the tender and fragrant, pink femaleness. With his stealthful, animal silence, Lobo moved in close, individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her, and there he tensed like an immobile shadow to watch, his rendezvous with the rest of the pack forgotten.

Britney felt as if she, too, were floating, but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clit! Oooohhh, she needed that! Yessss, warm clitoral love and, yet...

"Take off your clothes, Britney baby, strip naked for Sarah!"

The curvaceous, honey-blonde, young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts.

God, what a voluptuous young Venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Sarah Canidate, thought smugly. Wendy, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but nothing to equal this heavenly- built female! Christ, it was luscious cunts like her who made woman's lib worth while! Her own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy Œtill she had cum a dozen times! Then, Zed Prater waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her with his giant black cock, spoil her sweet, tight little vagina forever for anyone with a normal- sized penis!

Britney reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered.

"It's all right, Britney darling, you can undress now," Sarah half-whispered. "There's just you and me, and you want to spread your legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember like you're going to kiss and love Sarah's."

For a moment more, Britney hesitated, then: "Yes! Yes! Take off my clothes and be naked, so we can lick and love each other."

"That's right, Baby, everything, everything!" the emerald- eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Revis's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now come here, lover." Sarah huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, I want to undress you, Sarah!" Britney whispered chokingly, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn- haired girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.

"Oh, oh!" she heard the young, nakedly-stripped blonde gasp as she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened- nipple pinches of Sarah's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! "Un-undress you, Sarah darling," Britney was whimpering passionately. "Make you naked, like me."

"Yes, Baby" Sarah purred, "and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"

"Oooohhhh, darling, kiss you all over you're so soft and lovely, kiss you all all over. Even even your pussy!" Britney half-mumbled, gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's full, oval buttocks. At last, with a hesitant compliance, Britney swiveled to her once more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn-hair-fringed cunt-lips!

"Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Sarah Canidate gaspingly groaned, drawing Britney upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked loveliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! Then, I'm going to tongue- fuck your beautiful virginal ass before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and lick Œtill I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, Britney Revis?"

"Oooohhhh, yessss! I want to, I want to, Darling, until you go out of your mind!" Britney resounded her words, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.

"Damn, you gorgeous bitch!" Sarah exclaimed, pressing her down onto the bed and crawling between Britney's white, receptively spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Sarah lewdly commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open for me!"

Britney never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breasts, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, Britney's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Sarah Canidate's lesbian assault!

Everything that the ambisexual bachelorette had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl, had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! God, this had to be the ultimate, so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lesbian, yes. But she wasn't! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was breathtaking! God no, she would never get enough of it! Ever!

Tauntingly, Sarah gazed down between Britney's openly spread thighs and began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild sensations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips, the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrance of its perfumed aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Sarah, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of, but she had to taste it! And she did!

Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Revis beneath her moaned in ever- mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished!

When it happened, Britney cried out! In her intensely LSD- sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly throbbing clit.

Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Britney's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovaled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction motion! The hot length of Sarah's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erected flowerette of her clit until Britney could do little more than wail and twist about helplessly beneath.

Zed Prater wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn, if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them, but how the hell could he? Sarah was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Revis's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Sarah switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything, unless, Sarah Canidate had a thing for cunt! And Zed had been waiting for so long, so long to sink his throbbing cock into Britney's tiny, pink vagina.

Sonofabitch, he'd both his arms, the big black man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Sarah tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Britney's, and that was not taking anything from his little Nancy's, which was probably still warm and waiting for him right at that moment!

The ebony-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-covered skin! Then, the craziest goddamned thing! She'd spread her legs and he could see the wetness beginning to trickle from her tight, hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage swat!

"Oh, oh God! Don't stop, Zed lover! Harder! Harderrr!" she began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg!"

Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he didn't have his masochistic little Nancy here to suck it off like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told him everything, how that frigging pretentious politician had tried to get smart with her, made a pass and got no where.

Christ, he wanted a piece of her, a piece of Sarah Canidate, too, when the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Britney! She had the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen! Even spanking Nancy's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Britney Revis's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was happening to her. But this was the way Miss Canidate wanted it, and she usually got what she wanted. Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!

Prater gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Britney Revis's pink tightly splayed cunt with Sarah Canidate's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Revis's wife's hair- fringed little cunt-lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock! And then....

"Now, Darling, it's your turn to make Sarah happy!" the naked, auburn-haired bachelorette whispered breathily, raising back to her knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions.

"B-But, but, I need to cum to cum!" Britney whimpered, smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvaceous nakedness.

"Later, Baby, after you've licked and sucked Sarah's cunt," the emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Sarah happy, too, Lover?"

"Y-Yes, yes - of course - yes. I want to make Sarah happy," Britney gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.

"Then come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque bachelorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together."

Slowly, Britney lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moral principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out fog engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Sarah Canidate said:

"Don't be afraid, Baby. You'll love it. Haven't you ever licked pussy before?"

"No, Never."

"Well, there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be frightened. Come on, sweetie, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry! Don't keep Sarah waiting. She needs your hot little tongue there."

"Yeessss, yesss - I know!" Britney heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her, but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark, of, of Lobo! Her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious girl who was lying back before her, the open, invitational spread of Sarah's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through her.

Britney stared in fascination up between Sarah Canidate's wide held legs, at her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, palpitating, puckered vermilion ass! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife! Yes, yes Lobo. Had she been capable of feeling shocked at this point she would have been at thinking that she needed the wild dog Lobo to bring her ecstatic joy!

"Now, Baby, now!" Sarah sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Sarah, sweet lover? You promised to kiss her pussy. You... promised!"

"P-Sarah?" Britney repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful girl enticingly presented before her. And yet... "Y-Yes Sarah, you're so lovely. But I have to go now. I have to go!"

The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open! She'd heard the other's words, but couldn't quite believe them! Then, an enraging thought dawned! That stupid sonofabitch, Prater, had made the dose too gentle! Some trip! Goddamn him! She lowered her legs and jerked upright to a sitting position. "Listen. You don't want to go home, Britney, my baby! Mark is gone, far away!"

"No. No, I have to leave now, Sarah." Britney insisted, almost blankly, easing off the bed. "Mark---Lobo."

"You-You stupid cunt!" Sarah spat, not waiting for her to finish her statement. "Goddamn you! Zed! Zed! Where in hell are you?"

"Right here, right here, Sarah!" the big man responded, bursting from the closet. "What you want, Honey?"

"Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until we're through with her!"

"Sure, sure!" Prater blurted with a lewd grin, his lurid smirk spreading his full-lipped mouth as he began to pull at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her now?"

"Like a goddamned animal, no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness. "Fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch! And get the camera! The bitch! Fuck her like a whore-dog!"

"I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Prater gutturally spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl on the bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg- raised position. "That goddamned wild bastard, Lobo, has been fucking her, at least once that I know about!"

"I don't care about that - just fuck her like a goddamn she- dog from behind!" Sarah hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push her cunt up over my face and give it to her! I can watch your big black cock stuffing her full!"

A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now, uncovered black brute-man that he hated, who was forcing his yellow-haired, unclothed mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-cattle lay back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, red-framed female split thrust upward, as if waiting!

Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Lobo's keen ears and he saw that they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound, nor did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch - and wait for the moment of his vengeance!

The sudden arrival of a man in Sarah Canidate's bedroom struck Britney as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her. Oddly, her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her husband, or to Lobo to have a wonderful cock plunging up into the raging and wet, desire- throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Sarah, understand?

"No - no please, I have to leave now! He - he'll be coming to my window soon to make beautiful love to me!" Britney confusedly pleaded as Zed pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please, don't you see?"

"Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Prater rasped gutturally, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. Damn, he had waited so long to get to this bitch. "On your hands and knees, Baby, that's right, move right up there," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen ebony flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him!

"Now, that's better, Lover!" Sarah half-whispered.

"Yes, yessss, but I have to cum! Don't you see, and he'll be looking for me," Britney whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with threatening tears.

"She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Prater lewdly enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing that filthy dog! The goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!"

"Please, please, I have to go now, Sarah!" Britney insisted.

"He must be looking for me, and I need him so bad tonight!"

"Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl questioned, the full realization of what Prater had been trying to say registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, Baby?"

"M-My darling, Lobo. He can help me because Mark's not here. He'll find me again somehow. He'll come to my window, and I won't be there!" Britney innocently whimpered. "And and I need him so much tonight!"

"Does he fuck you good? Does he, Darling?" Sarah questioned with a hiss, her overwhelming lust at the exotic, big- breasted, blonde-wife's bestial revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Britney, and is his animal-cock big?"

"Oh, oh yes, he fucked me so wonderfully, once a long time ago, and his thing is so long and thick and hard!"

"Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of Britney's rounded, white ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him! The thin hairless crevice dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tight, tiny recessed dimple of her small puckered ass placed delicately to compliment the lower bridge of shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her honey-blonde young cunt! The goddamned mind-bending bitch! To think that that wild dog had fucked and ejaculated up into that delectable young little girlish pussy of hers!

"Turn your head and look behind you, Britney baby!" Sarah hissed, her voice almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it! Look at Zed's cock! Is Lobo's bigger? Could his dog- prick bring you any more joy than that? Could it?"

Naked, Sarah moved off the bed and went to the video camera that she had placed there, making sure that the focus was right and narrowing the view to just certain parts of Britney's body at a time, her face, her tits, her wide-spread crotch.

Obediently, Britney looked behind her while Zed raised up for her to see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began to stroke it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet and fiery-hued head, his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of lewd anticipation.

"Oh, oohhh, Zed! Zed Prater," Britney openly gasped out at the sight of the huge throbbing length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind finally lighting to the fact that the man here with them was the black policeman that she remembered fearing and detesting. But then there was his giant, dark-brown, uncircumcised cock there and all the sensual pleasure it could bring her. It was positively huge! Over nine inches and still growing, over two inches in diameter, with a massive, wide-flanged glans as big as a tomato, the wide hole in the end leaking a thick stream of gooey lubricant that hung from the tip in a long string. Fascinated, she watched the coarse-haired, barrel-chested man stroke its thick outer layer of skin back and forth, time and again exposing the heavy, slitted head to her in its moistened, pulsating rigidity. But it was Zed, Zed Prater, the man she hated with an irrational emotion. Again, she moaned, feeling fear, then uncontrollably reached down under her nakedly kneeling body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it fearfully, defensively with her small, slender hand. While she held it tightly, it could do her no harm.

"That's right, Darling!" Sarah excitedly pressed as Zed Prater blurted out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Revis's wife's hungrily searching hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand, isn't that right, Britney baby?" Sarah philosophically urged, suddenly conscious of her own forefinger lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her inflamed cunt. "Put it into you, Britney lover! Put Zed's big cock into your hot pussy so that you can cum and we'll all suck and fuck together."

"Ouuhhh, oummhhhh" the young, drugged wife moaned as she clutched at her plump and round left buttock, the insane expectancy in her drug-incited young body completely blinding her to all else but sensually physical fulfillment! She felt Zed's fingers pry hers away from his organ. Then he grasped the base of the cudgel and directed its oozing head against the soft, wet, pink opening of her vagina.

Ooooohhhh! She inwardly moaned in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy! Whimpering uncontrollably, Britney grabbed at her round and plump left buttock with one of her little hands, while Zed fervidly worked the wet, pulsating tip up and down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice until he'd spread wide the softness of her pubic curls and seated it at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth! Then, uncontrollably, she began to grind and twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at it, her misty eyes looking back over her shoulder into the dark, lusty ones of the black sheriff.

"Fuck!" Zed Prater foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton performance nearly triggering the creamy sperm up out of his balls! Christ, he'd never expect to see anything like it again! He gaped down at his pulsing cock-head with its purplish- brown tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth of her visibly- nibbling vagina where he'd placed it, the girth of its moistened head spreading her tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until they encircled it like a golden-furred collar!

"Give it to her, Prater, damn it! Fuck her!" Sarah impatiently exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted legs to catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young blonde wife's passion-twisted face. Carefully, Sarah framed the lewdly positioned Britney in all her voluptuous nakedness within the lens's scope, including the vital parts of Prater, excepting his head. "You hear me? Fuck her! fuck her!"

"Oh God, Zed! Zed!" Britney pathetically moaned. "Are you going to do it, really? Maybe we should stop!"

But the lecherous glowering police chief was caught up in a lust-filled viewing world of his own, hardly hearing either of their pleas or commands. The mind-bending sight of his number one enemy's innocent young wife's upthrust, round white-ass-cheeks spread lushly open to him as she unconsciously wriggled them back rapidly toward his blood-hammering cock was sending violent stabs of aching pleasure ripping through his loins and sperm-bloated balls! Shit, he intended to wring the last whit of lewd depravity he could from this scene, from this sweet, delectable little bitch that he had desired for so long, bent slave-like before him, from Mark Revis's naked-assed wife, who had fucked dogs, Jerry Skilton, and Dr. Tzappas, and was waiting like a brood mare for his aching, over-swollen, over-sized prick!

He ignored Sarah Canidate's rasping order and Britney's passionately undulating body, reveling in his own time-consuming lust. Tormentingly, he eased his powerful hips forward, watching the hugeness of his fiery cock-head slowly stretch the viscid, oval mouth of her snug, pink vagina, its surrounding soft flesh yielding and swelling outward to the thick, rubbery pole worming it's way up inside her! She gasped aloud once more, but suddenly her desperate writhings stopped, as if his stretching penetration of her greedy little vaginal mouth had been more than she bargained for!

That realization alone, that he might be hurting her, was enough to set the barrel-chested man off! He growled out an oath as he brutally clutched at the satin-smooth flesh of her upper thighs and hips. Simultaneously, he spread her knees farther apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in tighter behind her upraised buttocks, and then, firmly pulling her naked, defenseless body slowly backward with his hands, he moved forward with penetrating pressure!

Like a burrowing drill, Prater felt his long, thick cock squeeze slowly up into the futilely resisting channel between Britney Revis's wide-spread thighs, plowing and expanding the hot, frantically clutching flesh in a deep, luxurious impalement! He heard the breath exit quiveringly from her lungs as his powerful hips and pelvis gradually drove the huge black burgeoning shaft of his heavily spearing cock deeper and deeper, her grasping, cuntal passage spasming as might a choking throat stuffed full! Then wonder of wonders he saw her smooth back curve downward and her hips rotate upward, turning the luscious cunt up to more easily accept his cock.

"Ohhh, auugghhhh m-myyy Gooodddd!" Britney groaned in lurching, wide-eyed shock, the unexpected force and discomfort of his loving, massive entry rending the drugged veil to register clearly in her brain! "Oooohhh, Zed! Ooohhh, God, you're sooo biiiggg!"

Prater couldn't resist his obscene grunt of lecherous pleasure as he held tight to her slowly squirming young hips, weakly trying to twist its way off his piercing hard prick nudging at the very underside of her helplessly cringing belly! "You needed it shoved up your tight little cunt, Baby, and that's what you've got!" he mercilessly rasped, moaning with the incredibly pleasurable feel of her vagina around his throbbing penis. Her cunt was so soft and silky, so tight and wet. With a deep moan of lust and passion, the love-smitten sheriff began to carefully and gently fuck in and out of her from behind, savoring the feel of her inner tissues, his eyes locked salaciously on the sight of her winking ass and the moistened pink inner-flesh of her wide-split vagina clinging to his aching hardness when he pulled it wetly out of her and plunged back up inside again.

Almost immediately, the caress of her silky inner love-tube caused a deep burning behind the root of Zed's cock and he felt the glands begin an excited, spasmodic jerking. He held his weighty, ebony shaft still while the sensations cooled and he could control them, watching her delicate, pink-lipped vagina nibbling at the base of the deep-penetrating organ. He wasn't going to come yet. He had waited too long for this chance to make love to this luscious girl and he was going to make it last, bring her along until she loved him as much as she loved her foppish politician husband. Zed drew his huge penis out, until the flanges of the knob popped out past her gripping inner cuntal lips with a viscid smack, the pink, contrasting inner membranes clinging lovingly to the wetly-glistening, black shaft, coating it with Britney's hot juices.

Gritting his teeth, Zed found a rhythm while Sarah watched, purring her encouragement.

"Fuck that sweet little pussy, Zed baby," she hummed. She watched the massive, dark body of the sheriff. He was built like a bull, like one of those body-builders in the magazines, his chest, shoulders, and arms bulging with well-defined muscles. Her eyes devoured the sight of him with the blonde girl, like a black stallion mounted on a palomino mare, his equine cock plunging gently, even lovingly forward while his sinewy thighs worked and his big, dark, sweat-sheened buttocks flexed and hollowed with his copulatory efforts. His heavy balls, the size of ripe plums, swung pendulously in their dark-brown sack as he thrust inside her furry, soaking vagina, the great gonads swinging up under her trembling belly and fat-lipped pubic mound, caressing her passion- charged red clit beneath.

"Fuck, oh, fuck!" Zed chanted passionately, looking down at the beautiful white bottom spread submissively before him. Here he was, looking down at this angel's twitching, tight ass while his fucking penis plunged so pleasurably in and out of her snug, smooth, almost untouched vagina. Mark Revis's wife's vagina. Her ass winking provocatively up at him, exposed in a way he never would have thought would ever happen. Zed groaned contentedly and began to fuck her a bit faster, giving each thrust a twist and upward hook that brought moans of servile acceptance from Britney's parted, cherry-red lips.

Zed drew the act out luxuriously, his hands roaming tenderly over the blonde's body, over her down-swinging tits, pinching the pebbly-hard pink nipples. She groaned and followed his rutting with naturally beautiful movements of her hips and thighs, her big breasts bouncing against the back of her upper arms. In the throws of the drug, Britney felt tiny orgasms shake her every two or three minutes, causing her flooding, baby vagina to spasm and clamp down wetly on the sheriff's loving, black cock. Each thrust, that he took care to drill into her tender cunt deeper, pushed the coarse tuft of his pubic hair against her tingling, excited ass, sending chills of ecstasy streaming up her twisting, flexing back and spine.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oooohhhh!" Britney suddenly cried, while Sarah watched in lust-charged fascination through the lenses of the still and the video cameras, torn between the snapping of pictures and the fingering of her own burning, wet cunt. Excitedly she divided her time, triggering the camera lens to catch such scenes as the naked blonde wife's wildly flailing hair and tossing head, then, unrestrainedly caressing her own quivering erect clit to the erotic sight of Britney's whitely hanging breasts, jiggling and dancing in lewd rhythm to Zed Prater's strong, deep thrusts fucking into her tender vagina from behind!

"Dezzy, oh baby!" Zed growled, fucking her harder and faster. "Oh, baby, I've waited so long to do this to you!"

"Zed, Zed!" Britney moaned, grinding her pussy back over his massive, horse-like cock, her body shaking with another orgasm. "You're doing it to me. You are! You're really doing it to me, so good, sooooo gooooood! Feeling so good!"

The immediate discomfort, like too-hot bath water, quickly mellowed into a soothing balm of pleasure-bringing rapture to Britney in her drug induced passion, her inflamed cuntal channel eagerly dilating and acclimating to the long, thick cock fucking fiercely in and out of it. Nothing mattered except the climactic release to the sensual buildup of ecstasy maddeningly pyramiding in her intensively screaming loins and fire-filled belly! To cum! Oh God Yessssss, to cum!

Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable, licentious wantonness. Oooohhhh, he's fucking me so beautifully! she lustfully thought, vehemently feeling the rubbery, mushroomed head of his heavily pulsating cock grazing, and erotically tormenting, her uterus as it taunted and buffeted hard up against the underside of her quivering belly deep up inside. She sensed his cum-bloated balls slapping heavily against the tiny bud of her erectly tingling clit below with every thrust, and then, by accident, she saw their reflection in the vanity mirror, the wildly erotic reflection of his hard, glistening black penis disappearing and reappearing wetly up between her own white, lewdly offered ass cheeks and furry labia raising a low gasping sound of sheer lust from her!

"Oh, Zed, Darling!" she moaned, turning her head toward him for a kiss, and the lust-ridden sheriff lowered his thick-lipped mouth to cover hers, splurging his tongue in her mouth while he fucked slowly and passionately into her pussy from behind. "Zed, my darling!" she cried again.

Britney lost track of time as her predatory, black lover drew her joy out to over a half-hour, skillfully thrust deep, deep, in and out of her silky, juice-dribbling young vagina. There was no thought of what she was doing now, and little thought of who it was that was drawing as much pleasure for her body and she was receiving from him.

Sarah saw it and took advantage, reaching for Britney's flailing strands of honey-blonde hair on either side of her lovely, drugged face. "Here, Britney!" she pressed, drawing Britney's face around to face the camera while she snapped a picture of the passionate, babyish, young face and her upturned, red-rimmed vagina spread open to the invading black cock. "Pose for the camera, baby. Make a real nice picture!"

"Oh, oh yes, yesss!" the curvaceous blonde girl whimpered in her drug-enchanted nakedness as the huge police chief's cock fucked with wet slurping sounds into her hotly sucking pussy-hole from behind. Insane sensations of lustful intoxication raced into and burst inside her! Obscene words again screamed for release in her brain, while simultaneously she gaped with widened, glazed, eyes toward the lens! "Oh, ooohhh, fuck! Cum! Yes! Cum!"

"Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" the auburn-haired girl grunted, plunging her own fingers into her seething cunt! "Oooohhh God, yesss, Britney, yessss!"

"The camera! The camera!" Zed Prater, windedly choked out. "Get a picture of this!"

And she did, that and many more, wondering how many would be blurred, and if she'd give a damn if they were? This was the way she was going to get her way, bring the angel-voiced little girl to ruin and have Mark back in her bed every night. The little darling kept sliding her wet vagina back over the pumping cock, no idea in her mind that Sarah, with the help of her camera and Zed's giant, cunt-stretching cock, was destroying her mind, body, and future forever.

"Oh, oohhh Britney, Baby, you're going to come soon!" Sarah droned. "I can see it. Your pussy looks marvelous swallowing Zed's big cock."

Furiously, the blonde young wife began to buck her hips back at Zed's wonderful, driving penis, his passionate cries of ecstasy all Britney needed to know of the intensity of their lovemaking! She felt the sudden liquid release of more of her cuntal secretions as her luscious naked body jerked and trembled beneath the sensuous fucking of the black man behind her, that intricate explosion of her feminine juices abruptly pushing her own supreme moment of climax to the crest!

"Oh, shit, fuck!" Prater's vulgar voice exclaimed behind her. "Me too, Sarah! It's... it's cummmmiiinnnggg. Jesus Christ, it isssss!"

Britney sensed the huge man's urgent thrusts and eagerly and shamelessly ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back at his raging cock, pounding into her, the resounding, rhythmic smack of his cum-filled balls down against her own tiny, creaming clit causing her eyes to gape unseeingly in the mounting passion of her own wildly rising moment of orgasm! It swept over her insanely whipped her wide-split, sweaty, fire-inflamed young ass cheeks back onto Zed Prater's heavily plunging cock!

"Oh darling!" Britney cried. "We're coming! We're coming together!" She began to quiver and buck, clawing up handfuls of the bed sheets, her genitals bathing his balls in her feminine ejaculation, totally forgetting the danger of letting another man besides her husband, this man, come inside her with his heavy, life-giving seed.

And then, then, all was culminated deep in her own crazily contracting belly and maddeningly driving loins, a shattering of universes colliding in unimaginable ecstasy throughout her nakedly jerking body while, she, like the very central sun, brought them all fulfilling joy, grunting animalistically and pushing her perfect ass backward, her belly filling and almost bursting with the thick and creamy sperm hosing wetly out of the huge cock of the heavily grunting man fucking into her from behind and then, collapsed as the last of her explosively flowing white sperm and cunt juices backwashed out the tightly locked lips of her vagina and she fell forward. Zed followed her exhaustedly, lying on her sweating, panting back, his softening, but still huge, penis staying locked in her sperm-flooded vagina.

While Lobo, the fierce wild animal who had seen it all, walked in raging circles outside beyond the obstructing window!

After only ten minutes rest, Zed rolled the blonde over, forgetting Sarah's presence. She was still tripping. He peered down between her loosely parted thighs at the juvenile pout of her pussy, moving up over her again. Her eyes didn't open as he hoisted up her knees and eased his cock into her sperm-flooded vagina again, beginning to stroke in and out again while she mindlessly writhed against him. Damn, this was heaven! He was so wrapped up in Britney's body that when he saw Lobo's face and blazing yellow eyes through the closed window, he could only grunt and go on with his animalistic fucking.

Not tonight, he mused, giving himself up to his lust, pounding it into the angel-faced beauty beneath him. Wait until they've raised the reward. Then I'll come up somehow with the bait. He kissed the girl and felt the passion building in his heavy, swinging balls and deep-fucking cock.

Wakefulness came slowly to Britney long after the sun had risen and the sun was well on its way across the sky. Her eyelids felt puffy and moved open only with effort.

It was the pounding on the door that was cutting through her fantastic dream, and she shifted her body heavily on the sheets. She was in her own bed, there in her new home that she shared with Mark. Her hands traveled over her body, trying to wake her senses, to bring herself around from the fantasies that had been whipping through her dreams. Dreams of herself, Sarah naked, dancing around with a camera, Britney herself on her knees, peering back over her shoulder, over the raised mounds of her bottom, at Zed Prater, his grimacing, big, white teeth cutting the lusting dark face in half as he pummeled her with his huge penis. She screaming, pleading, moaning. Coming, while the great cock spewed its virulent semen into her spasming cunt.

A dream.

But then her roving hands found the evidence that it could have been more than a dream in the heavily-crusted, glue-like residue matting the lush pelt of her pubic hair, down there by her strangely numb and satisfied pussy. She had been fucking with someone! Was it really Zed? The thought caused her to shudder.

The knocking at the door went on. Britney peeled her damp body off the sheet, shrugged on her rob, and shuffled unsteadily to the door. Zed Prater! Making love to her? Making her come? Was it possible? She shook her head and opened the door.

"We were worried about you, Dezzy," Vikki said from the porch, Rodney at her elbow. "You're late coming to see us."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Vikki," Britney apologized, pulling the robe closed around her bosom. "I must have overslept."

"Overslept!" Vikki reproved good-naturedly. "It's three o'clock."

"Three o'clock?" Britney was shocked. She had never slept so late in her life.

"We were going to lunch, remember?" Vikki waited for some reply from the beautiful girl. "Dez, are you all right?"

Britney stepped back and let the pair in, falling tiredly back on the sofa, the robe riding up and not covering her creamy thighs properly. Rodney was trying not to notice.

"Britney," Rodney said. "I've got to meet some local people. This magazine article could turn out to be something really big."

"Article?"

"Yes, of course," Rodney said. "The story about the dog raping women. Remember? Well, he's struck again. But this time it's murder."

Britney stared at him blankly, a cold chill creeping up the back of her neck.

"Haven't you heard?" Vikki asked incredulously. "The dog. He's killed a man."

Britney groaned in terror. He, Lobo, who had had sex with her just a month previously, had killed a man.

"Tore him limb from limb," Rodney said. "I was out there today. I took this picture." He handed it across to Britney. "I hope you won't be too shocked, but maybe now you'll understand that it's for real."

With trembling fingers, Britney took the color blow-up that the young man had just developed in his own portable darkroom. After the briefest glance, she dropped it as if it was a hot iron. She began to shiver all over, even in the heat of the day. She had recognized Jerry Skilton, the young man who had raped her before her wedding, just five weeks ago. She remembered her fear at the time, his pimply, grinning face, his heaving body and thrusting cock that had ultimately made her feel such pleasure, that had left her excited and vulnerable to the dog that had invaded her room just after that.

"Dez, are you all right?"

Britney came back from far away. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine."

But it was obvious that she was not all right. Rodney could see that she was shaken, and her robe had separated over her thighs and between her carelessly parted thighs, he could see the honey-brown curls of her moist pussy; he shook his head and looked away, again conscious of the feelings he had once entertained for her from afar. Vikki was concerned and walked over to her friend, discreetly pulling her robe back over her creamy thighs.

"Darling," Vikki cajoled, stroking her friend's face with a tender hand. "You've got to pull yourself together. Mark will be back in a few days."

The blonde looked into her friend's eyes, and then her face crumbled into despair. The recollections of the night before came back vividly, her unforgivable behavior and what she had allowed Zed Prater to do, with her full encouragement. She remembered it all, the black sheriff behind her, shafting her tender body in the most indescribable way with his giant sex organ. It was all true, she now knew, it had happened, and the reality overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Vikki saw Britney's pretty, blue eyes turn up while the girl keeled over backward in a faint.

Britney came around feeling so warm and cozy. Warm water. Warm, warm water. Tender, feminine hands on her body.

Rodney stood in the doorway, stroking his red beard, watching the blonde's lovely breasts bobbing among the bubbles on the surface of the bath water. His eyes were drawn to the silken- haired pussy where Vikki was soaping away the wispy, white streamers of some viscous, pearlescent stuff that was leaking out of the girl's pink cuntal slit into the hot water, something that looked suspiciously like semen. But how could that be? Mark had been away last night, so who could have been doing the duty? No, impossible. They'd just got married and Britney, like most women, was fastidiously faithful. No, he shouldn't be looking and seeing things and jumping to conclusions. But he smiled at himself, for that was his business. Seeing things and getting suspicious and jumping to conclusions. Writing interesting stories, whether they were entirely accurate or not.

Rodney turned away, berating himself as he walked into the living room to leave Britney with her privacy. Damn me, she's a friend, he thought. Here he was, speculating on some white stuff floating in the bath water between her knees. Had she been raped by a dog, that wild dog, last night? He surely couldn't write that about Britney while he was staying in her good parents' home.

Vikki noted Rodney's departure while she tenderly soaped and rubbed Britney's slippery genitals. The labia, she noted, were rubbed a bit raw and the clit was swollen and throbbing.

"Baby," the older girl said. "I'm washing your hotspot Œcause I found something there. Is there something you want, or need, to tell me, Dez?"

Britney looked at her girlfriend with clouded eyes, full of emotions flashing between pain and guilt and something else that looked to Vikki like lustful deviltry. She let the older girl kiss her forehead and whisper in her ear.

"Was it the dog?" Vikki asked conspiratorially. "Was it Lobo?"

At mention of Lobo's name, Britney's eyes flashed in alarm.

"I know about him," Vikki whispered. "I know about Lobo. I know it's true." She stroked the blonde's breasts and belly. "I know it's true. I know. Was it him? Was it Lobo?"

Britney burst out sobbing, then shook her head. "No, not him." She looked down at her tender, defiled body and blinked. "Not this time. Something someone else."

Vikki's eyes widened and Britney gripped her friend's arms, her big tits clearing the surface of the water. "Mark must never know. Never! Something happened last night, but I didn't know what I was doing. Not at the time."

"Tell me, baby," the brunette said sympathetically. "Tell me all about it."

Britney's hand gripped Vikki's wrist in desperation. "Mark must never know."

"You can trust me, Dez."

"It was Sarah and Zed. The sheriff. I don't like him." She took a breath and her breasts quivered. "Last night. I think they gave me something. I think they drugged me."

"Oh, you poor darling!" Vikki said, cradling the pretty, blonde head against her shoulder.

"Sarah," Britney said. "She must have given me something. Then Zed came, out of nowhere. And did it to me. From behind. From behind, like a dog."

Vikki looked into Britney's beautiful eyes, questioningly.

"From behind," Britney choked. "Like a dog. Like Lobo."

And the two girl's eyes locked in mutual understanding. Vikki nodded, kissing Britney's tear-streaked face. "I know, Dez, what you mean. I know!"

Together the girls wept and cuddled. Vikki kept the warm water flowing until Britney was ready to get dressed. Of course, Britney was fine. The drug had worn off, her body was strong, and she actually felt wonderful. Physically, she felt wonderful, her sex drive having been lavishly fulfilled the night before, harmlessly and yes, passionately. Once she was dressed and feeling normal again, she found that she felt very well.

Suddenly she was dancing around, for some unknown reason, happy. She felt vibrant and her womb inside her glowed with the feeling only a woman has when sexually fulfilled. Zed was a bastard and a rapist, but he had done something to her, in his savage, animal way, that had only been done once before. The other time it had been Lobo!

Lobo!

The phone rang.

Rodney was nursing a beer on the sofa as Britney went to the phone. Mark! She wanted to speak to Mark. It had to be Mark. She wanted him back with her now. There was nothing she wanted more, nothing she would ever want other than her loving husband Mark.

Mark!

"Hello, Mark," Britney almost sang into the receiver.

There was a pause before the called spoke. "No, Britney. It's not Mark. It's Dr. Tzappas."

Britney stiffened. "Oh, Dr. Tzappas," she said, trying to sound casual and unconcerned, her voice shaking. "How are you?" It was all coming back to her now, one terrible experience forgotten, now, with Tzappas' call, another remembered. The day in Tzappas office, the thing that had driven her to beg Mark to marry her with so little wait or preparation.

"I'm fine, Britney," said Tzappas, his voice neutral, inscrutable. "It's you that I'm worried about, my dear."

Britney paused. What was coming now? "Oh?"

"Yes," the doctor-cum-preacher said softly. "I'm very concerned, especially with Mark away in the capital." There was a long pause while Britney asked herself if somehow Tzappas had found out about what she had done last night. "It's concerning the specimen I took when you were last in my office."

The innocent girl's eyes widened. "Specimen? What specimen?"

"Britney," Tzappas said smoothly. "When you were here last you told me about the rape and, as a responsible physician, I took a specimen. What I've found is quite startling. I think you should come in and talk to me about this. I'm very worried."

"Worried? Why?"

"I think you should come in. You might have been exposed to some animal diseases you wouldn't want Mark to find out about."

Britney was trembling violently and her two guests surrounded her and put their arms around her to steady her.

"Diseases?"

"Britney, in the specimen, we found animal sperm. Dog sperm."

Of course they had, Britney thought jarringly. It had been Lobo who had come in her so strongly that she had thought her belly would burst. It had been running out of her the whole day. And Tzappas had found it! He knew! And if he knew, then others could find out. Other people. Her mother and father. And Mark!

Mark!

"What do you want?" Britney asked timidly.

Tzappas didn't answer immediately, and when he did, it was still the speech of a doctor and a man of the cloth. But the words were frightening, as innocent as they sounded. "I need you to come in to see me, dear. This evening. We wouldn't want Mark to find out about this specimen. Would we?"

"N-no," she hurried to say. "No, we wouldn't."

"He wouldn't understand, would he?"

"No," Britney agreed. "He would never understand."

"Shall we say seven o'clock?"

"Y-yes, that would be fine."

Unsteadily, Britney hung up.

"Who was that, Dez?" Vikki asked. "You're as white as a sheet."

Sheet? That's where all her problems started and ended. On sheets.

"I'm o-okay, Vikki," Britney said, none too assuredly.

The phone rang again, and this time it was Mark.

"I've got to get back and raise a bounty on that damned wild dog," Mark griped. "You might have heard that he's killed a man now, and, from what I'm told, the town is on the verge of panic."

"Hurry home, darling," Britney urged him.

"I'm be home in the morning, Dez. Keep the bed warm."

Britney gave a bitter little laugh as she hung up.

Tzappas hung up his phone and turned to his companion, an overweight man with a balding head and a cigarette on a long, black holder.

"She'll be here in a couple of hours. You're sure you can do this?"

The fat man nodded.

The doctor/preacher sighed. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, evil, but he was powerless to resist his impulses. He adored the young, blonde soprano with the perfect skin and body. He had to have her, not just once or twice, but regularly, and if she could stand the touch of the wild dog, she could stand the touch of the doctor. And this man, this psychiatrist, would have the means to ensure that she came back to him again and again.

In the back room of the sheriff's office, Zed and Sarah sat watching the video tape they had made the night before. The rich, auburn-haired girl watched with a sneer of disdain mixed with triumph. Zed's mouth hung open in awe, awe at the sight of his huge genitalia and technique of his lovemaking and the beauty and grace of the young beauty he was fucking dog-style. In spite of his satisfying session with Britney last night, he felt an instant arousal at sight of what he had done and the memory of her silky pussy around his throbbing cock.

He had to have her again! Had to! She had to be his, in spite of Nancy or Mark Revis!

Sarah had captured some of the juiciest, intimate shots, Britney's cloudy, blue eyes, her sensually-parted lips, her big, round, pink-nippled tits jerking and jiggling beneath her, the small of her back curved downward with her beautiful asscheeks lifted high and spread while Zed's amazing prick hammered deep into her stretched, foam-mantled cunt. The girl had loved it then, and she could love it again. With the proper coaxing, she would fall into his arms again. He knew it! He just knew it!

"Good photography, Priss," Zed said. "You're a real artist."

Sarah chuckled bitterly. "Look at that little pink ass dance and twitch! Fuck, I'd like to see that dog screwing it, right there in her ass, while her husband watches."

Zed said nothing. He didn't want anything to happen to Britney. He cared about her, wanted her in his bed again and again and again. He didn't really want that filthy dog anywhere near her again. That damned dog, and Mark Revis, had first ruined everything he loved, Britney and Nancy. Even Jerry Skilton and the stinking, hypocritical preacher Tzappas had had her. Zed knew that the only way to assuage the pain he felt was to take her again, on a regular basis.

"I'd like to have that tape," he told Sarah. "I've got an idea for it."

Sarah looked at him as if he were crazy. "You don't think I went to all the trouble of staging that shoot just to let you have it. I've got my own plans for it. I'm going to destroy that little bitch for what she's done, and I'm going to have Mark Revis eating out of my hand. I'm going to grind him down and wreck his political career if he doesn't toe the line. Maybe I'll just use him and wreck him anyway. I'm not sure, but this tape is the first step on the road to revenge."

Zed looked at the hard, malicious eyes of the ravishing beauty he was speaking with, remembering her naked body, spread and revealed, the night before, in all its feminine sweetness, and it was difficult to believe the hate he now saw in this divine creature. He understood her desire for revenge, for he had felt it himself just the day before, but making love to lovely Britney had somehow cooled his destructive urges, at least temporarily. Now all he wanted was Mark Revis's young wife, her soft, moist, fragrant body at his disposal always.

"So give me that tape, and I'll be going," Sarah ordered. "You stay quiet until I give you a call and give you instructions for the second part of my plan. Want to hold on to the stills for a while? Be my guest. The video is all I need for now."

"What do you have in your head, lady?" Zed asked, going to the television and opening the glass cabinet doors underneath.

Sarah lit a cigarette and exhaled contentedly. "Mark Revis is flying in tomorrow to help deal with that corpse found out on Smith's ranch. I'm going to be meeting him."

"You? Won't Britney go to meet him?"

The hateful beauty shook her head. "She's going to have car trouble. You're going to see to that."

Zed nodded. His jealous affection for the young blonde bride made him more than happy to see that her husband would be separated from her tomorrow afternoon. It might even give him a chance to get together with her again.

Sarah stood up. "Here, give me that tape."

Zed handed it over and stood up. "What time do you want her car to give up the ghost?"

"The plane comes in at two-thirty. He's supposed to meet with the town council at five. So you know what to do."

"You got it, Baby," Zed said.

"Don't "baby" me, Zed," Sarah warned. "Let's keep our relationship realistic, shall we? You're way below my class, and don't forget it. You got to see my bare ass last night, but that was part of the plan. It'll never happen again."

Sarah didn't say goodbye.

But when she had departed, Zed smiled. He had his own plans, and Sarah was in for a bit of a surprise. Below her class? Who gave a fuck?

Not wanting to abandon Vikki and yielding to the girl's insistence on staying with her, Britney took her friend with her to the appointment with Dr. Tzappas. Leaving Vikki in the waiting room, the blonde, younger girl went in to face Tzappas and a man he introduced as a specialist on animal-transmitted diseases, Dr. Alex Braun, who mentioned a list of maladies including rabies, distemper, schistosomiasis, tuberculosis, and canine brucellosis. Britney had heard of some of them, but not all, and while Tzappas considerately left them to stay in the waiting room with Vikki, Braun explained that it was the latter, which he later called simply CB, that was transmitted by sexual intercourse with dogs.

"Dr. Tzappas told me that you were, uh, taken against your will, Britney," Dr. Braun said, "so please don't feel ashamed. I'm a doctor and I've seen many cases, many of them victims of dog rape. Symptoms, once they set in, are dreadful, with rotting skin, pustules, blindness and insanity. But if prophylaxis is applied before the disease's onset, a full recovery can be expected. Weekly visits for injections can prevent its being passed on to sex partners and family."

Britney looked at the man as if he had pronounced a death sentence. Rotting skin and pustules? Insanity and blindness? She did want to die, most certainly!

"Medication is necessary and advisable unless the animal can be proved free of the disease," Braun said. "Is it possible to test the dog?"

Tears filling her eyes, Britney shook her head. "They're hunting him now, but so far they haven't caught him."

Braun said quietly and earnestly, "Then I strongly advise a weekly treatment of prophylactic drugs. Success is guaranteed provided the treatment is strictly adhered to, and danger to loved ones is eliminated."

Britney thought silently in her mental frenzy. Of course, she didn't want to transmit it, this canine brucellosis, to her Mark. She nodded her understanding.

"CB is easy to treat provided it's caught in the early stages. It is a relatively unknown disease to most doctors. Doesn't even appear in most medical books. It isn't that common, you see. Less than one in a million. Intercourse with dogs is very rare."

The girl burst out sobbing. Yes, she was a one in a million slut who had had sex with an animal. But she had to make sure that it never happened again and get her cure. "Please, Dr. Braun. Please! You must! Cure me." She calmed her sobs and looked up with injured eyes. "Please."

Dr. Alex Braun smiled benignly at the ravishing blonde beauty seated across from him, his expression professionally warm and sympathetic as he leaned back in his chair, his hands joined at finger-tips, his relaxed presence and fatherly bulk putting Britney at ease immediately.

Remarkable, he thought, smiling inwardly at this stroke of good fortune, struggling to hide his glee that she had accepted his story on the fictitious disease he called by the made-up name of canine brucellosis. Surely, the gods must be smiling upon him this day, he mused, as he listened to her hesitant, shamed, and more often, weeping little tale of repugnance about her surrender to the raping dog. Ravishing, absolutely ravishing! Yes, he must play these cards carefully, cautiously, while Tzappas was out of the room. He knew of his colleague's plans, with which he was here to assist, but there was no reason why he shouldn't sample the goods himself before turning her over to Tzappas for a life-time of pleasure.

Britney told him all, holding back nothing, surprising herself at her uninhibited divulgence of even the more lurid details to this tall, heavy, successful-appearing man with the black mustache and the graying temples she had known only a matter of minutes. Of course, he was a physician and that was her singular cause for talking to him. There was no reason why she should be suddenly astonished with her actions. She needed medical assistance.

"Mrs. Revis," Braun spoke smoothly, reassuringly. "You have done the very proper thing in coming to us." He stood slowly. "It might help put you at ease to know that I combine psychology with epidemiology."

Britney raised her eyes. "I didn't know," she said. She was pleased.

Braun smiled. "Right now you are overwrought, my dear. Let me prepare you a little something to soothe you while we talk, eh?"

She didn't hesitate; she was gratified to have found someone in whom she could confide. Even yet, she could not grasp the full horror of the night with the dog that had brought her to this. It was beyond the bounds of her frustrated reasoning power to comprehend it. She wept quietly again as the doctor moved about making preparations with efficient ease.

"Now, if you will just slip your skirt up and push your panties down," said Braun, approaching the distraught girl with a hypodermic syringe, its needle tipped in cotton.

His smile seemed to allay her solicitudes, but the sight of the needle made her catch her breath. She hesitated, looking up at him questioningly.

"Is this all there is to it?" she asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately not, but it's a beginning. It must be administered intramuscularly, my dear, in the bottom."

Britney did as he bade, bracing her hands on the examining table, hardly feeling the insertion in her right buttock. Then, as she sat once more, he gave her a small glass of amber-colored, sweet tasting liquid he described as a balm to the genitalia, the reference immediately embarrassing her.

"Under the circumstances after what you've already told me, Mrs. Revis, this is the only way to be safe with the possibility of CB," he went on, not looking at her but writing on a yellow form as he spoke.

Britney flushed and she was angry with herself for doing so. Good Lord, she had to realize that she was a grown up married woman now, and it was high-time she cast aside at least some of her Puritanical suspicions about doctors but that was Tzappas' fault, wasn't it?

"If you will just finish the medication," Doctor Braun interrupted her thoughts, rising once more and moving noiselessly around the room to soften the lights and drag another chair over to face her. Britney watched him with some wonderment, further surprised when he lighted a small lamp placed upon the corner of the desk, its almost flickering ray directed upon her lap. He took her emptied glass placing it on a tray, then re-seated himself. She could scarcely see his face in the shadow beyond the lamp, but his voice came to her in a rich, deep tone that seemed to comfort her. Truly, she had commenced to relax, her tensions easing inside her, even the burning distress of her tender buttocks, bruised by Zed the night before, had begun to subside. She leaned back emitting a long soulful sigh. It was so good to be at ease again.

"There, my dear, now that you've become yourself once more, perhaps we can discuss this problem that's reared its ugly head. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, but try to hold your head erect in a normal position. The influence in the relaxing nerve- centers of the neck will be much more rapid. Keep both feet flat upon the floor there, that's fine, you look much more comfortable. How do you feel?"

She allowed herself an unrestrained little laugh. "Loose," she replied, "quite loose."

"Ahhh then, that's fine," he said pleasantly, and the ray of the near kaleidoscopic glow seemed abruptly to concentrate on the large diamond in the engagement ring Mark had given her. "That is a lovely gem, Mrs. Revis," he commented.

"Yes, it's my engagement ring."

"Splendid stone," Doctor Braun praised with hardly an inflection of tone to his rich voice. "Notice how it sparkles in this light?"

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?"

"Focus your attention easily upon any point of the gem and note how it sparkles."

"I-I see," Britney replied, hesitantly.

"Keep your gaze steady, my dear, but do not exert any unusual effort," he said in a deep, steady monotone. "Just concentrate on the reflection of light without removing your gaze for an instant - yes, that is right. It relaxes you doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes, it relaxes me."

"You feel completely at ease now. There are no tensions within you. You are loose and comfortable, and completely at rest, are you not?"

"Yes. Yes, I am completely at rest."

The suave physician smiled to himself. He was indeed pleased. He said, "Now, we must chat - tell each other our innermost secrets without exciting ourselves, mustn't we?"

"Yes."

"Very well, my dear. Tell me, what happened on the night you were raped by the animal?"

Britney stared blankly, pain in her expression.

"Had you ever had intercourse with an animal before?" he questioned in his level, restive voice, watching the reactions of her enticing features, the twitches to her mouth and cheek, the level blank stare of her enchanting eyes.

"No."

"And were you a virgin?"

"No. Mark and I had made love three times."

He smiled. Gently now, he thought. "And the time with Dr. Tzappas. Had you ever seen his penis or had fantasies about making love with him?"

Her cheek twitched. "No," she replied quickly.

"But you did, when you came here."

"Yes." She twitched once more. Braun was sure she was nearly under now.

"You have dreamed of taking his member into your hand and caressing it, stroking it, kissing it?"

Her mouth twisted, indicating her reluctance to acknowledge his question. Again, he smiled to himself. She was merely in a light sleep and he was taunting her. Of course, he was only testing, actually attempting to determine how difficult she was going to be. He well knew the limitations of endeavoring to force the will upon a reluctant subject. He said, "You will answer me, Mrs. Revis."

"No, only Mark. I love him, no one else."

"It's quite normal," he said, reassuring her. "But had anyone besides your husband ever touched your warm little pussy before that night with the dog?"

Now, she reacted with both the cheek tic and the twisting mouth. He was probing at her morals and her sub-conscious was rejecting the idea, probably not so much the act, he thought, as to his choice of obscene words. "Answer me," he insisted.

"No."

"And what made you want to do it with the dog?"

"H-he licked me until I couldn't help myself."

"And then, he fucked you?"

Pain seemed to leap into her glazed eyes as her mouth twitched and the tics tugged at her cheeks at the sound of the lewd word. Braun could not help but revel inwardly at her obvious frustrations. However, it was necessary that he force her to answer in order that he remain in command. He prodded more and demanded she answer.

"Yes, yes, he did."

"Very good, my dear," Braun said, never deviating from his rich, droning, monotone voice. "Now, I will commence to count and you will go deeper and deeper to sleep. When I reach twenty you will be in a deep, deep sleep. One... your arms are growing heavier and heavier. Two..."

When he was done, Doctor Alex Braun smiled triumphantly to himself at his latest seduction, for surely she was that. She sat, quite immobile, her eyes closed, caught completely in the throes of his induced trance. She had been a simple and most cooperative patient, and from this point all should go even more facilely. He was extremely pleased.

He stood directing the lamp toward her so that he could better observe her exquisite loveliness. Flawless. Absolutely flawless! Of course, what lay hidden beneath the concealing garments was of vast importance, and he could only imagine at the voluptuous beauty. His mouth watered at the thought, his brain rapidly filling with lewd visions of her white, tender, full body writhing beneath him as he sunk his cock deep into the quivering depths of her near-virginal belly. Her lush lips intrigued him and he imagined them encircling about the shaft of his prick, sucking in wild abandon, until finally his heavy rod jerked into rigidity, fighting against its captivity as if it had a mind of its own.

Ahhh, but first things first, he thought to himself confidently. A bit of post-hypnotic suggestion to insure her future need of Tzappas' treatment, telling her that she would feel the need to return to see him every week, surrender to the doctor-preacher's desire, then forget it all when she left. Now, to the more pleasurable aspects of this little consultation. His potion of absinthe-flavored Dhattura that he had fed her in the small glass was undoubtedly having its full effect by this time.

It had taken him some years to contrive his formula for successful and profitable seduction. Yes, he mustn't forget the monetary end of it. Tzappas was paying him richly for his services. The check was in his wallet. He chuckled lightly to himself. Irresistible seduction, a most unique and meaningful phrase. Dr. Tzappas was going to be pleased. He rubbed lustfully at the throbbing flesh of his cock inside his trousers. Yes, yes, it was time to claim his bonus.

Britney found that she was smiling at the suave doctor, but she didn't pay particular attention to the fact that the little desk-lamp had been extinguished, nor that the other room lighting was back to its normal illumination. She was more concerned with the complete peace of mind she felt, her lack of any malice toward anyone, and the rather warm, tingling sensations she was experiencing in her pelvic regions. She crossed her legs tightly as if in an effort to choke the agitation and watched the doctor finish his writing on the yellow form.

Finally, he raised his head, laying down his pen. "And now, Mrs. Revis, if you'll step behind the screen and slip out of your things we'll make our genito-urinary examination. You'll find a garment there to put around you."

He had spoken with authoritative firmness that even her immediate reluctance did not seem capable of overcoming. Still, she hesitated. It was as if two factions inside her brain were suddenly at war with one another: the one insisting such an examination was certainly unnecessary; the other rebuking her for her narrow-mindedness once more. After all, he was the physician and she had come to him to be healed.

"Come, my dear," he insisted rather sharply. "Let's not waste time."

So, she did as he ordered, entering the little room where a narrow, austere looking examining table stood secured in the center of the floor, and began removing her clothes. She stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, the brush of air against her naked upper thighs seeming to revive the tingling sensations once more. A tiny shudder passed over her as she began to unfasten her blouse, thinking it shouldn't be necessary to remove her nylons and garter belt. She unhooked her bra, momentarily hesitating, then continuing as if prodded by some unseen force. Released from their silken confinement, her straining breasts seemed to swell and the erectile rubiness of her tingling nipples tensed in their nudity. She took a deep breath, unable to fathom the gentle daze- like lethargy she was experiencing. Then she removed her panties and took a step forward toward the gown draped across the table. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them tenderly in guarded exploration. Ohhh, she moaned, they're sore, from Zed's pinching last night, from the coarse hair on his chest. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs. She spread them slightly, prurient sensations expanding within her at her own touch. She groaned again, as her fingers touched delicately some slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. She probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, just as Doctor Braun peeked around the curtain.

Britney gasped, leaping backward in startled shock. Her shame followed seconds later as she grabbed for the gown and the doctor caught her hand gently.

"No need for that, really, my dear," he said calmly, his smile disarming her almost immediately. "Those things only get in the way of the poor physician. Now, if you'll just climb up onto the table and lie on your back, please."

Britney stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her brain had become a turmoil of mixed emotions. While she knew this wanton display of her body to this man was not only unnecessary but entirely immoral, there seemed little that she wanted to do toward covering herself. And the lewd itching in her breasts, her loins and her belly was reaching an almost uncontrollable state.

My God! What's happening to me? she thought as she slipped mechanically onto the table, lay back and spread her thighs ever so slightly. I must be going mad! I want him to touch me, to feel me. Oohh God!

Braun was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde as she lay naked before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvet-like honey-colored silken down that covered the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin red hair-lined slit running the length of her open crotch caused his mouth to go dry. He moved toward her slowly, his tongue moistening his thin lips, as he watched the glazed expression in her exotic eyes.

"You were examining yourself when I entered, my dear," he said as casually as he could. "Let us see if, and what, damage has been done." He smiled down at her salaciously. "If you will open your thighs a bit more, Mrs. Revis."

Britney returned his gaze, unable to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin-smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite inside. It was as if he had touched her with a thousand volts of electricity and a million spine-chilling, fiery particles burst through her loins and belly, and automatically her hands moved to her breasts once more, her thumbs and forefingers plucking at the nipples like hungry birds of prey and sending more sensual uncontrollable shocks through her.

Dear God! What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind! Oh, Mark darling, I need you! I need you!

"There now, let us look closer," said Braun, bending down between her thighs, then moving to the foot of the table. "If you will put your feet flat upon the surface, my dear... Ah, yes, that's fine," he said as she raised her knees, placing her feet accordingly. "Now, just slide down this way" She did, until her wet open loins were only inches from his face. "Excellent, excellent," he muttered. Involuntarily, he sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged and hypnotized young women, but never anything like this. Never anything so pure, innocent and proud. The thought of helpless, uncontrollable mewling grunts of pleasure escaping those untouchable lips goaded his organ into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large, expanded head. Tiny drops of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. He thought once more, checking himself. He had not locked the outer door, so Tzappas might be unhappy if he came back in too soon. Still, he silently opened the fly of his trousers to ease the pain slightly. Then, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hair-lined cunt-lips, Braun tenderly spread the vertical mouth until its moist, coral lusciousness was opened to him and his own mouth fell agape at its glistening jeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver to the backs of his hands and heard her breath lodge deep down in her gasping throat. Expertly, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clit with the tip of his tongue. He felt the erotic shock of his touch surge through her convulsively.

"Oooooh, God! What are you doing?" Britney gasped, raising her head to stare down with bulging eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried in her crotch. Then, he was smiling at her, his inimitable smile of confidence. "Oohhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. And again his hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her upraised thighs as he planted wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed aperture, his tongue flicking eel-like at the quivering opening.

Once more, Britney's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts as if she had no control over them, sliding slowly down her smooth, flat stomach and coming to rest on either side of his gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment as her mind raced in maddening confusion. Momentary thoughts of her Mark flashed in her brain, but then he was gone, and her fingers, as though hypnotically controlled by some other being, spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her soft, moist pussy slowly apart, allowing his hungry devouring mouth complete access to her wet secret being.

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled insanely from side to side as his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clit. Dear God! The lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her open sex.

Mark! Mark! My God, help me!

She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet, circling homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled there. She felt her hips grind of their own volition against the hard table, and heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting pitifully from between her passion- clenched teeth.

She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening!

Braun worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He completely opened the front of his pants, letting them drop and pushing down his silk shorts. He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes upon her here in the consultation room, this urge to conquer her for his own pleasure had almost overwhelmed him, but in all good reasoning he had never deemed such a coup possible. And now, here she lay, squirming beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy. Tzappas would go mad when he found out about this.

Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, twisting lips of her tortured genitals. Yes, yes! He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to sink his hard, throbbing cock into her and that wouldn't be far away. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the potion. He half- grinned to himself, thinking that this was only the beginning.

He realized she was too far beyond recovery now to fight anything he chose to do to her, and his keen mind commenced to form weird erotic scenes of the positions he could submit her to, as well as the acts he could perform at will upon her docile, desire wracked body.

He could not keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal mouth. He plunged his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize mercilessly the ragged pink edges.

She cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.

He complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this delicate morsel whose soft warm thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if the nibbling hair-lined mouth was trying with all its lust-inspired strength to snap out and rip his tongue out by the roots, devouring it completely. Her heels snaked out in the air and pushed down against his back, pressing his lean body into the soft, squirming trap of flesh between her uplifted legs. His nose was mashed against her throbbing clit and he could only inhale the poignant aromas of her lusty, lubricious state. Its delicate tang incited his penis to a hardness he could little longer control! He had to fuck this little American bitch soon or he would burst like a balloon!

Britney's body was completely lost in the enrapture of the moment. Every muscle of her sex-toned being was tensed as she strained her hips aloft toward that maddening inquiry between her legs.

Oh Mark! Mark! I never knew it was like this! Why hadn't he ever done this to her? Such magnificent things were bursting from her body!

Abruptly, her love for Mark incited her further. Her now up- drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head of the gluttonously slashing tongue that was licking at her flamed-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled savagely at the tangled hands-full of hair she clasped.

"Oh! Ohhh! Agggghhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides to allow him greater access.

Braun could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed like a wild spirited animal. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and climbing onto the table, thrust them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body simultaneously. His rigid, palpitating prick brushed tensely against the wetness of her soft, sparse pubic hair. He splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned, the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.

The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing, its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.

"Now, my precious little blonde cunt, I am going to fuck you silly," Braun said down into her face, a wicked smile contorting his handsome, distinguished features.

Britney could not see the face hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. Words were unintelligible sounds to her. Only animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard member lying the full length of the open quivering slit. The jerking, chunky head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized cunt searching hungrily for its rigid blood-filled tip.

She had to have it inside her! Her belly screamed for it! You understand, Mark! I know you do! My God, I've got to have it!

She groped with her hands in panic, finding their way beneath the cheeks of her ass to grasp the full length of the lead-hard member. Her tightly closed hands caressed it tenderly in reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft palms, and the viscid milk that oozed in driblets from the lust- inflated head. She steered it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her buttocks, never allowing its touch to lose contact with her flesh until it was adjusted between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched upon the man's buttocks with the other, hauling with all of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and let it quell the gnawing, hot heat burning madly in her belly.

Originally, Braun had entertained no intentions of taunting her, but now he could not help himself. Even though he had all he could do to keep from instantaneously impaling this lovely creamy- skinned bitch on his aching cock, his sadistic desire to torment her could not be denied. Shortly, he would empty his white, hot sperm into her luscious steaming cunt, but temporarily, he must taunt her. It was undoubtedly an inherent part of his nature. Such conditioning would make things all the better for Tzappas. He chuckled within himself, thinking of how easy it was doing this favor for the other doctor, then, he flicked his hips forward.

Britney winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced open. Its elastic rimmed snugness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the harsh, brutal pressure. The sensations shattered her for a long moment and she emitted a squealing, throaty wail.

Braun reveled in that. He was elated to hear her painful cries. He thrust again, listening intently for her deeper whines. Suddenly, he wanted to make her scream for cock! He could stand it no longer! He rammed forward with everything he had, a momentary flickering of understanding for Tzappas flashing in his brain, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way in to his pelvis. He felt his balls whap resoundingly against her twitching ass as she ground her squirming buttocks hard down against the ungiving table, attempting to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. She groaned! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his big, heavy body, splaying over either side of the table, kicking wildly in the air.

"Mark! M-Mark! Good Jesus God! Oh! Oooooooh!" she choked, her naked, white body pinned helplessly to the narrow table as though impaled there by a stake. With her every jerk the huge head seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her. The doctor's outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the thin mattressed table, while his wide-spread knees held her thighs split to the fullest extent. The searing, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst into her throat from beneath as its bloated head thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her own head as if it were on hinges to her neck as the monster pummeled into her.

Braun gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his lips, his great paunch swinging beneath him. He was truly elated. He had garnered an exquisite morsel, just this once. Right now, her face was contorted from the ecstasy of his first passion- igniting thrust. He grinned widely as her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers emitting from the depths of her throat. She was feeling it all that much stronger because of the sensitizing drugs he had given her. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he chuckled as he watched her attempting to pull the blunt, hard knob into her womb.

He glanced down once more to see his curly black pubic hair entangled tightly with her own golden strands, the base of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink, throbbing furrow - the very same that his educated tongue had licked to moist, craving receptivity only moments before. He could see the tight, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the spongy outer pink rim clasping tightly about the white skinned base of his cock.

He smiled once more to himself, holding her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of her magnificently impaled loveliness speared helplessly beneath him, with his heavy prick sunk deep in her smooth white belly. He wished her husband, the young proud town councilor could observe his wife now, spread- eagled, and full of cock. What pleasure she would derive from this drug-assisted ecstasy. He tittered to himself. And he was going to give this innocent, blonde beauty a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived and that was only the beginning.

Britney squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of balance had long since left her. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she could not apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was immediately absorbing her. She could feel the searching, hot pleasure of the sudden blunt entry sliding deeply into her vagina from between her legs. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together and the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a glove. She sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a televised beam.

Oh, heavens! It's alive inside me!

The hard, spongy tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls in the crevice of her ass, were all suddenly a part of her. She had become united with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue snaked out and began an insane licking at her lips. Abruptly, the pungent odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils and she linked it with the frenzied activities with Zed the night before, and once more her nostrils flared as the throbbing cock lodged even deeper into her soft, white belly. In some far-reaching, insane way, she chose to roll them altogether into one great fiery ball of aching hunger. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced out of control through her drugged brain.

At last, Braun felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his penis. He had waited patiently for it, knowing from experience that it would come. He hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, until she became accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her belly. Now, he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but holding his body immobile.

"Oh," Britney whimpered through bared teeth, feeling the full pleasure of the aphrodisiac.

Doctor Braun waited a moment, anticipating her thoughts, then flexed once more as he watched her face beneath him. The mouth fell limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.

"Ooooohhhhh!" she exclaimed. Then, she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart.

"What we are doing, Britney, is widening your tight little cunt walls so that the presence of a cock inside your belly will bring you nothing but pleasure from now on," Braun whispered triumphantly down into her tormented face. "Do you understand?"

Britney rolled her head at the vile sound of the obscene words.

It isn't real! Nothing is real! It just can't be happening! It's the devil doing these things to me, turning my body into a raging inferno. Yes, it's the devil! Oh God help me!

Braun flexed once more, now setting a deliberate teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo. At last, soft mewling noises of rapture escaped from her open mouth in cadence with his tender ministrations.

"Ooooohhh! Yes, darling! Yes, darling," she moaned.

He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat commenced a soft opening and closing as it swallowed about his throbbing shaft.

He did not move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsing into the pierced lovely beneath him. Now, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair. Her head lolled from side to side in her semi-conscious state, as her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling fleshy spit. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.

There was no longer pain, Britney reasoned nebulously. Her body was involuntarily coming to life. A maddening electric tingle had burst into being within her womb and surged relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, dancing like wild demons across her milky-white thighs, coursing the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the bruised tips of her pink palpitating nipples.

Braun slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the soft, smooth globes of her moving buttocks. They flexed and unflexed to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He drew her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, slippery hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the magnitude of her sensations.

"Now, Britney," he hissed at her, "you must learn to beg Dr. Tzappas for it when he wants it, mustn't we?"

"Oooohhh yes, yes" she groaned out beneath him, all control over her body gone.

"Then beg me, my pet. Beg me to fuck you," he said as he continued to grind his cock into her wet, quivering cunt.

Even in this wanton, abandoned state she had reached, Britney's brain rebelled. Once more, she began to roll her head, her eyes shut tight as if to blot out the vile order. Everything in her being recoiled at the thought, except her crotch, and therein lay her heart and soul at this very moment. Tears squeezed from her tightly shut eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

"Beg me!" Braun snarled, digging his fingers cruelly into the softness of her tender, ivory ass-cheeks. "Now! Beg, damn you!"

"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes. I beg you."

"Be specific! Say it! Fuck me, my dear. Ram your cock into my cunt! Say it!"

"Oooohhh Fuck me, my darling"

"Finish!"

"R-ram your cock into my cunt! Yes, yes, fuck me, my darling!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips speaking these lewd words for the first time in her life sending a new lascivious thrill swirling through her, and she rotated her hips from side to side around his thick, rigid cock vigorously, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating.

"There now, that's better," Braun soothed in his rich tones as she whined passionately up at him. "You see how beautiful it can be, Britney?"

"Oh yes, yes! It's beautiful, wonderful! Don't ever stop!"

"I won't, Britney, but now you must work a little harder," he whispered, and immediately he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches then munched their way back up, buffering her soft, golden- down tightly against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm, white tummy. He remained immobile, resting still above her with his hands flat on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight to the thin-mattressed table. He let her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid shaft that fused them together.

He watched intensely its slow withdrawal between them, extracting thin ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down onto the table, then pushing the fleshy coral folds back into her as the glistening length was consumed deep into the quivering, salacious opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the now utter abandon of her labors, a dazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Ah yes, he thought, she was going to make a fine patient for Tzappas. Braun wished he could be here regularly. He grinned to himself as he felt the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her ass. It was time for further experimentation and subjugation of this delicate young female.

He slid his fingers down over the tight, flexing skin of her ass and found the small puckered ass cradled defenselessly there. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working fish-like with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins. He pressed into it with a gentle but quick insertion, feeling the soft, spongy flesh yield unwillingly.

"Oooohhh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest.

He thrust further, taking pleasure in hearing her groans of subjugation.

"Oooooohhhhh God!" she cried louder from his further outrage against her defenseless ass.

But he gave no quarter. Instead, he worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the soft warm depths.

The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment, and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her ass became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.

Outside in the waiting room, Tzappas was becoming impatient just thinking about Britney in there, in the next room. More curious were the very faint sounds coming through the door. What if Vikki heard those sounds. He was running out of things to chat about to cover the noises, which didn't sound at all like a gentle session of hypnosis.

"Excuse me, Vikki," Tzappas said hurriedly and slipped through the door, closing it quickly to keep the girl from seeing or hearing anything. He was astonished by the sight that greeted him, something he had hoped never to see, or even imagine.

Braun was smiling his little expression of triumph as he kissed her as she began slowly screwing her ass back onto his fingers, while he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery channel. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her ass. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she commenced twisting and squealing wantonly under the double ravishment of her loins. Her thrusts up against him became more urgent, her motions faster by the second, her small white teeth biting hard into her lower lip as he continued the drubbing pillage of her ass. Tzappas and Braun knew she was straining to cum; the juices of her milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she thrust sharply up his cock, absorbing it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the table, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly and he pulled his fingers from her ass with a wet, hissing sound. She squirmed and squealed, raising a cry from her throat with every up-thrust.

"You mind telling me what you're doing, Braun?" Tzappas said accusingly.

Braun paused only for a second. "Shut up, Tzappas, unless you want to ruin the whole thing. You want a post hypnotic suggestion, she's going have to be guided along the first time by someone who knows what he's doing. You couldn't do it. She doesn't trust you and who else is available?"

Tzappas fell silent, watching the girl shoving her vagina up onto the fat man's thick cock, her body bridged on her heels, and plump buttocks quivering as again and again she lifted them clear of the table and then slapped them soundly back down again.

"Oh dear God! Yes! Yes! I'm coming, darling! I'm commmiiinnnggg! Aaaaagggghhhh!"

And with the last deep-throated cry, her body began quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of milky fluids oozed from her jerking passage, immersing his spearing prick in its sticky warmth and trickling obscenely down the crevice of her smooth, white buttocks and on down over his balls pressed snugly against the tiny brown crinkled ass.

Braun held himself until she had grunted out the last of her juices onto his matted pelvis, her body still heaving spasmodically. Then, he reached back taking her ankles and raising them over her shoulders, until her widespread slit between her legs was completely open to his desire.

"Now, my dear," he leered down into her face, "we come to the finale of today's treatment, which should hold you in good stead until tomorrow."

Her mind had begun to clear somewhat. She tried to shake her head to rid it of the cobwebs. She was trembling all over and her stomach was quaking as if she had just been saved from falling off a cliff. My God, the obscene position she was in! And she was helpless beneath him!

Braun withdrew his deeply imbedded shaft until just the tip of the head rested in her.

"This is the test, my dear," he taunted and she whimpered beneath him.

He rammed forward with all of his stored up energy. The full throbbing length of his incited cock sunk cruelly into her helpless, exposed vagina. She cried out at the merciless lunge, a futile gesture that only inflamed him further. He could hear the wet, flat smack as his pelvis smacked hard against her crotch. He dropped heavily upon her, mashing her lush, ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his saliva filled mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep down into her throat, muffling the cries forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her secured in that helpless position as he battered like a machine-gun into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands under the white full cheeks of her ass, cupping them and kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the rounded moons far, far apart.

A gem, he thought. An exquisite gem! She would make Tzappas and his friends very happy when they came to play at the office.

Now, he initiated lengthy, hard strokes into her steaming channel, wet and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just its tip lay inside the hot, viscous mouth, then charging forward vigorously with his hips, his sac screwing tightly into the wide-split crack of her buttocks.

Britney wailed from her pregnable position, her mind suddenly and brutally evaluating properly as the drug wore away, her immediate rational thoughts filled with both her Mark and her shame.

Oh, dear God! Dear God! What have I done? What am I doing here?

Again, she groaned as her vulnerable open cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance.

He is mad! He's an insane monster!

Her head was hinging wildly on her neck with each jack-hammer thrust and it was impossible to fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her up-drawn legs, and she could feel the giant head of his filthy thing sliding up and down inside her inflamed passage like the hard knob of a long, ugly cudgel, and the hot slap of his testicles against her ass as he jerked forward with his down stroke. Cool, exhilarating rushes of air soothed her thighs each time he extracted his heavy, pistoning cock.

Dear God, dear God help me! Don't let me succumb this way. It's like a thousand red-hot bars inside me battering one against the other, sending out a million sparks through my body from, from this molten nucleus of my CUNT! OH GOD! OH GOD!

"OH, DAMN YOU! HOW YOU DO IT TO ME! HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!" she screamed, trying to raise her ass higher to him.

Her womb flared and the resisting lips of her hair-lined slit flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her hands fought desperately until they were free and wrapped around his back. Her nails gouged a red streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She hauled him deep into her and shoved her fleece covered belly up hard to skewer herself fanatically onto the stake of flesh her cunt was endeavoring to suck the life from. She drew his thick, wet tongue voraciously deep into her mouth, swallowing greedily at the droplets of his saliva running down it in her lewd excitement. Now, her voluptuous body was matching his battering plunges with her own rhythmic thrashing.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Braun babbled over and over as he ceaselessly pounded his inflated cock deep into her white rounded little belly with long cruel strokes. He could feel the hot, white semen amassing within his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo against her marvelously exposed ass. It was nearing the explosion! Wildly, he thrust his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands, clutched the wide open cheeks of her lush white buttocks hard up against his ramming pelvis, as he slammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, unresisting cunt.

Britney felt a new sweet pain to her insides as the head of his deeply sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious, hot, white liquid shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like great streams of searing lava. The very pores of her cunt-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured answer, spilling her secretion into the already flooded cavern of her quivering pink pussy.

It was maddeningly magnificent! No words could describe it! She was going out of her mind with the ecstasy! She couldn't let it stop!

She clawed frantically beneath her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to passionately milk at his balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her legs jerked out to their full length wildly, quivering helplessly in the air on either side of him. The enormous prick continued to squirt its completion. Thick, hot jets streamed from its head never-endingly in blissful, unbelieving rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing out the milking, convivial cunt-lips mouthing the base of his cock, saturating the silky pubic hair it was buried in.

"Oooohhh, fill me, fill me my darling!" she cried unintelligibly around the plundering tongue still thrust into her throat, while the seething walls of her quaking pussy sucked at the jerking cock ravenously, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, sticky sperm sucked from it.

Braun fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his thick hot sperm mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his deflated, limp prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too exhaustedly gave one last spasm, quaking to a final limpness, her legs falling and protruding lifelessly on either side of his great, flabby body.

He breathed deeply, then slowly pulled himself from the semiconscious girl's form, his flaccid cock sliding from her ravaged cunt. She whimpered as he pulled free. He walked around the table to her and smiled down upon the lovely, spent face. Lifting her arm, he held the hand with the ring before her face.

"Can you see the beautiful diamond, my dear? It is your engagement ring. It sparkles, can you see?"

"I - yes, I can see."

"Concentrate on it, Britney. Watch the stunning sparkle as I move it in the light. It fascinates you, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes, it fascinates me."

After he and the girl had recovered, Braun led her through the entire post-hypnotic suggestion process and milked her brain of all secrets. He conferred with Tzappas while she contentedly sat in her trance, her mind open to all suggestion, naked, her well-fucked vagina leaking Braun's semen onto the chair. The hypnotist smoked a silent, restful pipe of Turkish mixture. He had made a great study of aphrodisiacs, a particular necessity in many cases and he supplied some to Tzappas as a favor. Then, he made sure that Britney should always respond to Tzappas but should always forget whatever happened in this office as soon as she left...

The psychiatrist made her tell them everything they wanted to know about her private experiences. Tzappas was furious to learn that Sarah Canidate and Zed Prater had had their way with her the night before. Taking pictures! That could only be for blackmail purposes! Without telling anyone, the preacher-doctor resolved to have revenge on the rich red-head and the corrupt sheriff. Somehow, he would have satisfaction for corrupting the beautiful young bride.

Britney kicked her car and swore. Vikki raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"This damn car won't start!" Britney complained, pounding the wheel.

Vikki had never seen her so furious, nor ever heard her swear. But she knew nothing about how to fix a car or make it run.

The blonde began to cry. She wanted to see Mark, so very, very much. She wanted to meet him at the airport, dressed and made-up as she was, to dazzle him and throw her arms around him. She was very happy that nothing had happened last night during her meeting with Tzappas and Dr. Braun. She remembered meeting them, speaking to Braun, having the injection in her bottom, and then talking to Braun some more. Just before leaving, he told her that she had tested negative for all the known canine diseases, but that she should return often to be monitored by Dr. Tzappas. She remembered nothing else, except that she felt very relaxed and well as she walked out with Vikki, who had been waiting for two hours talking to Tzappas in the waiting room.

Anyway, feeling clean and free of any problems with Tzappas, though with a smarting conscience for her behavior with Sarah and Zed, she wanted to be in Mark's arms right now. To make love with him, to erase from her mind again the stain of her misdeeds. She knew he was coming back for a purpose, to officially initiate a hunt for Lobo, the murdering and raping wild dog, but she hoped he would at least have a half-hour for her before the meeting.

But now, she was sorely disappointed. Mark would be standing there in the airport wondering where she was while she was stuck here in the driveway with a dead motor.

Britney leaned her head against the steering wheel and sobbed. Vikki tried to comfort her, but it was useless. She loved him so much and the car was depriving her of time with him that she sorely needed.

Mark Revis picked up his bag from the small carousel and looked at his watch. He was late and he hoped Britney hadn't been waiting long. He hated to keep the dear, sweet angel waiting. His eyes scanned the airport and saw nothing of her dazzling beauty that was impossible to miss. But he looked again nevertheless.

Worried, he checked his watch again to see that he had read it properly. Britney was never late and if she wasn't here now, then it meant something was wrong.

"Waiting for someone, handsome?" said a familiar, sultry voice.

Mark looked up. "Sarah. What are you doing here?"

"Little Dezzy couldn't make it, Darling. She was otherwise occupied, shall I say?"

"I'm in no mood for jokes. How did you know I was going to be here?"

Sarah laughed irresistibly. "Oh, Mark, I can know anything I want to know. Don't forget who you're talking to."

"To the world's worst, scheming, spoiled brat," he retorted. "What have you done with Britney?"

The auburn-haired girl laughed again. "Mark, Mark, you silly boy. Why would I do anything with her. She's a big girl and can do anything she likes, when she likes. It seems she had something else to do right now other than come for you. It's a good thing I dropped by."

"Dropped by? I really believe that."

"Well, you'd better," she said with a broad smile, taking his hand and leading him along. "My car is right out here waiting, and you'll want some time to freshen up before the town meeting."

Through the glass doors, Sarah's car was standing at the curb in a no-parking zone, being eyed by a man in uniform. The police officer smiled and relaxed when he saw them, for both of them were well-known in the county. Still angry, and somewhat worried, Mark tossed his bag in the back seat and got in on the right side. Sarah took the wheel.

"Listen, Priss, if this is one of your tricks!"

"When have I ever played tricks," the girl said, pulling away. "I know you're under pressure and you deserve better than you're getting. I know you've made mistakes that could come back on you big-time. You should have put a bounty on that dog and you let it go by and now six cattle and fourteen sheep have been killed, a hen house raided, and a young man mauled to death. You could have prevented it, but you didn't, and now things are coming down around your ears. Am I right?"

Mark twitched and kicked the floor. "Damn it, Sarah, you're right. I should have stopped this before it got this far but I didn't listen to Zed. Now everything is out of hand, and from what I hear, it's more than one dog, it's a whole pack of them." Mark lit a cigarette and kicked the floor again. "Fuck! Everything is going to hell here and I had to leave important negotiations to come back and sort them out. So what's this bullshit you're giving me about Britney?"

"No bullshit, Mark darling," Sarah said smoothly. "A lot of things have happened while you were spending so much time pursuing your political career. The girl gets lonely and needs company. She's keeping it right now with one of your least favorite people." Sarah stopped the car in front of a row of condominiums and turned off the engine.

"Stop jerking me off, Sarah!" Mark said with growing irritation. "Tell me what you've done with Britney."

"Not what I've done, lover," the girl said. "It's what she's doing right now. You let it go too long and now she just can't tear herself away. You want to know who she's with?" Sarah drew a video tape out of her handbag. "Just come on in and take a look at this."

Mark looked around. "Whose place is this?"

"One of my father's town houses," she said casually, getting out and walking toward the front door without looking back.

Mark followed reluctantly. Still, he was curious to see where all this was leading. The video tape aroused his interest. Certainly, there had to be something on it, and though he was not sure he wanted to see what it held, he felt compelled to find out.

Sarah keyed the door open and they went in. It was nearly as big as Mark's home, and decorated opulently. Sarah's father was such a rich prick!

"Take off your jacket," she said, pushing him down on the sofa in front of the television. "Let's talk."

"I don't really have time for intimate conversation, Sarah. I've got a town meeting to be at with members of the public attending. I mustn't be late. I'm coming late with this thing as it is."

"Then let's not delay your coming another minute." The girl zipped down her tight-fitting mini-dress and let it fall around her ankles, the big, heavy tits falling free, the brownish nipples taut with desire.

Mark's mouth fell open. The young man had had no female attention in several days and the sight of her lovely body caused his prick to stiffen instantly. The strength to resist left him, as it always did, almost immediately, and while he sat there, immobilized by his own hormones, Sarah knelt in front of him, unfastened his pants and belt, and drew his trousers quickly off his legs. Her wet mouth went instantly to his throbbing cock and with a groan Mark arched his shaft into her throat.

"Damn you, Priss, you cock-sucking bitch!"

"Yeah," she said between slurps. "But you love it."

She looked up at him, smiling cattishly. "You like what I'm doing, Mark darling?"

Mark didn't answer. He couldn't, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. His heart hammered with the beating of his transformation from serious politician to lover there was no way of stopping it, he realized. His cock's large hardness couldn't be denied. Neither could Sarah. He glanced at the clock on the wall with agonized eyes. He wasn't going to make that meeting at this rate.

Then, suddenly he didn't care. His ex-lover's ministrations and sensuous provocations were too much. Nothing else mattered to him now but plunging his aching cock into her delightful flesh, and Mark reached for Sarah, his hand slipping gently beneath her auburn tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lips between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth his teeth slipped off and his lips devoured her as he sucked her lips into her mouth.

"Darling darling," she murmured as he sucked.

Sarah felt a tingling shock run icily into her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof, and across the front of his teeth, caressing always caressing.

Mark leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back onto the sofa and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He raised himself and rolled, half sitting, so that he was beside her. Sarah lay back against the cushions obediently, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread.

"Yes, Mark," she whispered softly, her lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Please take me take me..."

"Yes, yes," he managed to say. He ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt.

Sarah moaned, her body alive to his caresses. Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God! she wanted him! Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and totally as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening stroking. Dear Lord, Mark Revis the only man she could give herself to fully, was making her deliriously happy.

"Oh yessss," she whimpered. "Oh yes, Mark, touch me there. There, oh yes, therrrrre!" she moaned, helplessly caught up in the tingling pricks of lust that were dancing through her. She sensed the dewdrops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Mark ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses. She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!

"Ohhhhh!" she cried. "I want you inside me! Now darling! Now!" Sarah twisted Mark's hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please, darling! Please!"

The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Mark to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and testicles aching with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly grow flame-hot as one of Sarah's hands closed like a steel trap over the thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as it slid up and down the hard flesh, and insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips. The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen penis along her open pink slit and parted the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance to her vagina.

Mark clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her cuntal tunnel with a wet sucking sound.

Sarah groaned. Her body tightened into an arch of hardened passion as the initial entry split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then surged in again. Up and down, faster and faster, and Sarah's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned her lungs.

Mark felt the smooth raw flesh of the passion-aroused girl's pussy clasp him tightly, pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks. She twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair against the cushion, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the head around in her seething belly, causing Mark to gasp and quiver. A fierce storm whirled through him as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin, and knew he was about to come.

Sarah sensed it, too. She could feel his cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Now harder!"

Sarah had her legs splayed wide on either side of his plunging body and periodically she would kick them high in the air then wrap them around her lover's driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength. Mark cupped her naked buttocks with a savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons. He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his rigid pelvis, striving to milk the big shaft of its strength, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow ridge which ran the full length of the underside of Mark's penis.

Sarah's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate. Mark Revis was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against his ex-girlfriend, driving her deep down into the cushions with each mighty surge. The loud clap of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Sarah curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.

"I'm going I'm going to come, Mark!" Sarah Canidate screamed. "AAhhhhh!" And then Mark's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of love inside the young woman. "Oooooooohhhhhhh, me tooooo!"

Sarah's buttocks began small, spasmodic jerkings up tight against her ex-lover's penis. At the same time, Mark Revis groaned above her and his thick, fleshy cock throbbed out milky white semen, leaping bursts of his cum which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the pink, wet lips of her cuntal opening. The stream of Mark's ejaculations ran down the widespread crevice of Sarah's desperately jerking buttocks and pooled thickly on the couch below.

Then suddenly they collapsed onto the couch, breathing raggedly, emitting noises of contentment and satiated passion. Sarah looked up with dull, half-lidded eyes and saw that her lover was coming around and she heard him say: "Oh Christ, Sarah, look at the time. I'm going to be late."

"Wasn't it worth it?"

"Sure, but..."

"Wait, honey, before you go, don't forget, you'll want to see this video tape." Reluctantly, Sarah peeled herself away from mark's damp flesh and turned on the television set. Inserting the tape into the machine, she turned and looked at him meaningfully. She watched Mark's eyes as he witnessed the contents of the tape, but she saw no expression of dismay, jealousy, or anger.

"What's this, Sarah, another joke?"

The girl's eyes widened and she turned, her naked breasts flying outward with the quick movement. Her mouth opened wide in disbelief and then she swore. "That fucking son of a bitch!" It was nothing but a re-run of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Zed had switched tapes on her.

"What I want to know, along with everyone else here," said Peter Smith, "is when are you politicians going to do something about this problem."

There was a chorus of agreement from the assembled local citizens, most of them monied farmers who did not appreciate having their prosperous, complacent, quiet lives of ease disturbed by a loose cannon like a pack of murderous dogs. And nobody seemed to be thinking to ask what that young man was doing there, out on Smith's land near his cattle, in the first place. But then, when someone dies like that, was it appropriate to ask such a question?

"I don't like going out to round up my animals and finding three of them dead beside the body of a young man. It's not a pretty sight and does nothing for my day."

The crowd seated in the town hall applauded their approval. Several male fists shot up and several whistles cut the air.

"Now I heard that against Zed's advice, the council refused to put a bounty on that dog's head."

One of the councilors spoke up defensively. "Bounties cost money, and we've got a sheriff."

Zed Prater, standing beside the long table at which the council members were seated, stepped forward and faced the man, Will Simpson, who had spoken last. "Excuse me, sir, but I'm the local constable here, not a hunter and tracker, not a dog catcher. My contract mentions nothing about chasing dangerous wild animals. My duties deal with human beings."

Simpson could make no reply.

Smith went on. "You could have done something about this problem months ago, after Nancy Pace was attacked, but you fobbed it off. If you asked me, I'd say it was your hands that had that boy's blood on them, Councilor Revis."

Britney, sitting in the audience, cringed. They were blaming Mark for all this, for failing to do something positive after Nancy's rape. If they had hunted down Lobo then, he never would have been able to come to Britney's room that night two months before and fucked her half-silly no, more than half-silly. However, Lobo would then not have been able to rescue her from being raped by the three young men, she might have become pregnant by them and....

"So what all of us here are asking now is when you elected officials are going to do more than just bend your arms at your cocktail parties. I've lost livestock, and so have others here too."

"Me too," came another voice.

"And so have I," Ben Drake called out. "Six sheep, and a hen house cleaned out."

"My wife is scared shitless," said another man.

"All right, all right," Mark said, his palms raised to the gathering. "No need for foul language. We've heard all your complaints already, but I think before we start pledging tax money for bounties we ought to have a referendum on the expenditure. I mean, it's your five thousand dollars."

Zed cleared his throat. "I've got a feeling five thousand isn't going to arouse much interest."

"Let's make it higher," someone said.

"Ten thousand ought to sweeten the deal."

"Make it twenty grand just to make sure there's a few takers."

Zed stepped forward again, addressing the council as if on behalf of the constituency. "Twenty thousand is a good start, with maybe a ten-thousand-dollar bonus if the problem is taken care of within two weeks."

Many voices agreed.

"But that's a lot of your tax money," Mark protested. "It will take some deliberation and a vote before we can dedicate that much to it. We'd be remiss if?"

"Well, do you think you can get a move on before one of our wives or children is mauled to death?" Smith said sarcastically. "And I think the city corporation should make good our losses since the problem reared its head two months ago and nothing was done."

A resolution was passed and the councilors stayed behind to make arrangement. As Britney rose, she saw Zed grinning in triumph, and then saw his gaze touch her. He smiled again and the blonde turned quickly away.

It hadn't happened, she thought. It was just a dream, a horrible nightmare, that remembrance of him humping her kneeling body in the presence of Sarah Canidate. Nothing at all untoward had happened since the wedding except that she missed Mark so much that she had strange, vivid dreams in his absence. That look in Zed's eye was just his usual, frustrated leer and nothing more. She had nothing to be ashamed of but an overactive imagination due to an underactive recent sex life.

Yes, that was it, she decided.

Britney left the hall with the rest of the people, listening to their snide comments about Mark as they seemed to forget that she was his wife. Or perhaps it was because she was married to him that they said things about him so that she could hear. People were frightened and letting her hear their comments was a way of making sure the message reached Mark. She noticed the women's furtive and faintly hostile glances and she felt very uncomfortable as she walked to her car. She would wait for Mark at home, cook him dinner, and spend the evening amorously with him, giving him all the support that he needed. He had meant well in not initiating a bounty hunt two months previously. He had just not counted on the evil of which Anna's lost pet and his wild partners were capable.

Dinner by candlelight and the rest of the evening in bed, making up for the last three days' forced separation.

Mark came through the door and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope quivered inside Britney; she knew that he'd emptied his mind of his problems and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him the meal, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to Œcheck on things'. Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Lobo, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began.

It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gaily helped her with the dishes while she beautifully sang an Italian aria a capella. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either.

After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night's frustrated dreams. She needed to make it all right, make love to Mark and remove the contamination of that before their wedding, of the lewd dreams she was subject to.

"Mmmmmm, what a handsome man you are, Mark Revis," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion."

Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, Angel, along with the music and the liquor. I think I need something erotically stimulating."

Again, Britney kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! She wanted to forget everything that she had done two months ago, that she dreamed had been done to her while he had been away in the capital. It was necessary that they intimately reach one another! It had to be tonight it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time!

"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whispered into his face. "No inhibitions! Just love, Mark darling, love anyway you want it!"

His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind, but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.

Finally, he said: "Inhibitions? Anyway I want it? What do you mean, Baby? Do either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it, and that was oral sex!

Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.

"No answers will you get from me, Lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Dezzy after your shower, all over, Darling, all over!"

Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droned into his head.

The phone rang and he answered it. It was one of the sentries the council had ordered to be placed around town for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Lobo-bastard, should he call Chief Prater or him?

"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can! He's a killer!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts.

As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to fuck and come when they did it, to feel release after their separation. That simple, nothing more, and he just better do it for her as he had done for Sarah this afternoon. At that thought, his conscience pricked.

"Come on, Baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry, your kitten is waiting!"

She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, short see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamer film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone exciting him lustfully. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down.

"I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away," he answered, noting the bottle of champagne and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her.

"What was the phone call?"

"Nothing, nothing important."

"Good, come down here and make love to me," she purred softly.

Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable loveliness of her offered, naked body, suddenly wondering what it was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him! In his short time away he had forgotten how sexy and sensual she was becoming.

"Mmmm, you taste so nice, Mr. Revis. And you smell just gorgeous."

"Men shouldn't smell gorgeous, didn't you know?" he answered, kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous, men smell like animals."

"Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, Darling," she whispered, abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into his mouth and immediately kindling his desire.

Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her soft, equally responding loins.

"I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.

"I know, because I love you!" she vehemently replied.

"Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their past love-talk.

"You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. "You mean, you're going to fuck me?"

Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did... did I hear right?" he half choked.

"That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"

"Christ almighty! Yes! Yes! I'm going to fuck you baby!"

"Oh God, I want you to, Darling!"

"I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy, little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.

"Yes, oh yes, I want you too, fuck me in my hot little cunt- hole, darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"

Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know, or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, lovely girl! I love you, Christ, I do! My own little Britney!"

"Mark, darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it, fuck, make love fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Lobo than the presence of humans, especially the female with the long golden hair. This was her new place, where she had moved from the other place where he had first tasted her delights. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her.

He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft whispers of affection!

An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal and heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the sill, his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Lobo intuitively understood! They were mating in the human fashion!

Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of their moistly connecting genitals, the wet sucking sounds of her small, wet vagina, reaching his acute nostrils and ears and causing him to slowly bare his fangs!

Eagerly, Britney had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love-making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire her young, handsome husband, and in so doing, goading her own desperate passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all stops, and had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had lewdly thrilled in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering them hotly into his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed against and beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet vagina upward at his long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking movements that bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such spurring stimulation, it was her own desire she intensively sought to whet to that crucial point of climax, and after this last week it had become just that: crucial!

Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of purging the memories of the forbidden pleasure she had known from the dynamic fucking of her secret, illicit lovers! She had to forget Tzappas, and Zed, and the wild pleasure she had unwillingly experienced with the beast Lobo, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, this very night!

She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt.

With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth white thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upturned vaginal slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock-head mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish contracting belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage carrying her that much higher toward exultation!

"Oh Darling, it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock, so big and hard, fucking my vagina." She was remembering her wild intention of sucking it with her mouth for him! Could she? God, if she could get at it right at that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a realization she didn't even want to think of!

"God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, Angel, too much! You, you drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you?"

"Oh, oh God, Darling, don't come, not yet, please?" Britney anxiously pleaded, her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand to stop now, Mark darling! I've got to come now, got to!"

"Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum-bloated balls warning of their near explosion! He had been away from her loveliness for just too long!

And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, while Britney craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound she had instantly recognized!

"Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, the young husband moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, Britney. Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the silver dog tag that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his eye! God, the animal was huge! No common German Shepherd this, but some kind of super breed. It was like a small horse had entered the room. It was nearly as tall as a great Dane, and much more muscular and heavy.

If he could get to his pistol in the kitchen, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room and open the hall door! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitching back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!

Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes from the vicious animal, but Britney's lack of screaming, or going to pieces in any way at all, was more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he reasoned, taking the first small step!

The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Britney's heart had begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of terror filling her, and she understood the wild dog's attitude, as the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with another! Yes, that was what he would be thinking, and he would be furious. She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her brain frantically beginning to race! He had killed the rapist and drug peddler Jerry Skilton, had torn him limb from limb. What if Mark should get in his way, or if she should somehow anger the savage beast.

"Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising up in the bed to stare at both of them, her vulnerably naked husband and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her that he could tear Mark to bloody pieces! "Mark, please! What?"

"Shhh, Baby, don't panic," he managed, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to get my gun"

"Oh, be careful!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, Lobo leaped!

The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Lobo's great jaws moving toward his throat! The girl gave a quivering scream and cupped her hands to her breast. Stunned, Mark could not raise his arms to defend himself for several seconds, precious lost seconds that would have made it too late, had she not cried out!

"Lobo! Stop! Stop!" Britney commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck and pull him off the prostrate and defenseless body of her beloved husband. "Stop it, oh, please stop! Stop, Lobo, now, please!"

Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride clinging tenaciously, almost fearlessly, to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly flashing his fangs in warning!

"Don't, Mark, don't make one move!" Britney pleaded, stroking the great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again."

"J-Jesus Christ. I don't get this, Britney!" he choked out, his eyes rounded with disbelief. "How do you know his name? How... why? What the hell is going on?"

"I-It's me, Mark. That's why he's come and he's jealous!" Britney blurted ashamedly, resigned now to telling Mark everything. "H-He was here once before, too! Over a month ago."

"He what?"

"Please, Darling, listen to me, please!" she begged, her dazzling blue eyes dewing with emotion of some ancient memory, continuing to stroke Lobo's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story if you want, but last month he saved me from being gang-raped by three boys."

"From being what? How? Where?"

"Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he Lobo drove them off! I didn't want to tell you, because then - then, he made love to me!" She seemed to shrink before him, shivering at the recollection of the night long past and the disgusting thing that had been done to her, that she had engaged in.

Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, but quickly thought better of it when Lobo tensed and menacingly growled before him. "Am... am I losing my goddamned mind entirely, Britney? D-Did I hear you right?"

"Yes, Mark, darling, you heard me right," his naked young wife answered with a trembling voice, her throat contracting as she began to cry. "I hoped I would never have to tell you. But that's why he came back tonight. He wants to love me again!"

"Again? J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun!" the young politician swore. "We'll put an end to the bastard's rape and murder spree!"

"No, Mark! No!" she vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let him hurt you. I love you. I love you so much! And he would kill you, I know! I couldn't live without you."

"But Britney!" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Britney, do you know what you're saying? You're not going to submit to a wild killer dog!"

"Submit? I suppose that's what you'll call it! I know I guess what needs to be done. He protected me that night, from three men who came to rape me, and he has come back for his reward!" she half-cried, hugging Lobo tightly, desperately, against the naked mound of one full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into a stark, pink hardness. "Only I can stop him from killing you, and I love you so much. I must, don't you see?"

Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Britney slowly get to her feet and walk trembling to the bed, her beautiful blue eyes in a near glassy state, her big, firm, round tits jiggling youthfully as she crawled onto the mattress and kneeled down on all-fours, tears brimming on her lower eyelids at the thought of what her beloved was going to have to witness, what she would have to do to save his life. Thinking of Jerry Skilton torn apart in Smith's field, her brows knitted with apprehension. She looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly-hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she slowly, timidly, positioned herself with the loaf-like moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.

"Now I suppose you'll see for yourself, Mark and I'll try not to be afraid! It won't be so bad, really," Britney defended herself. "And please, don't try to stop him. If you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own! You know what he can do to a man."

"H-Holy Christ!" Mark, astonished, swore, never in his life feeling so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling position, totally vulnerable and defenseless, and then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside the bed. It wasn't going to happen! Couldn't! It wasn't possible!

"Come, Lobo, up, if you must!" Britney gasped, allowing a sob to escape her beautiful lips while timidly reaching behind to teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock, trying to entice him away from her naked and defenseless husband. "Only please don't hurt my Mark. I know I can't stop you, Lobo, so you can do it to Britney, like you did before." She blinked and Mark saw tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, saw the trembling of her shoulders with her silent sobs.

Mark watched, open-mouthed as Lobo bounced up onto the bed and moved behind Britney, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little dimple of her twitching, vermilion ass, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her wet, full-lipped cunt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clit. And then his young wife began to moan, both in pleasure at the sexual feelings rising in her and shame at her degradation before Mark, deep groans of emotion, bursting from her tender bosom, as again and again the brute repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the most tender pink parts until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, was forced to watch in helpless captivation.

Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very eyes, and she knowing that he was watching as she sacrificed herself sexually to the wild killer-dog! God almighty, what was she trying to do, prove that she was just a wanton bitch, gasping aloud now as Lobo drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily-pulsating cuntal crevice? Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the liquid inner flesh even wider to Lobo's licking! Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed and shyly began to coax him on!

"Yes, yesss, my sweet darling! Oh, Mark, forgive me. It feels good. So good. It does! That's it, Lobo. Mark, he's licking me with his hot tongue! Oh Mark, darling, I can't help myself! It feels so good I love you. Please forgive me!" she groaned mindlessly. "Ooohhh, yes, Lobo baby! Mark, oh, Mark! I'm afraid, my darling! So afraid! But he'll kill us like he did that man, won't he?" she babbled on, nearly out of her mind with the fire exploding in her loins. And then the beast backed away and Mark could see his huge cock emerging from beneath him like a great, pinkish cucumber. Britney saw it in the mirror and sobbed, "Oh, noooo! Now he'll want to climb up on me and love me from behind, Darling! Poke his big thing into me! Oh, no, Lobo, wait! Please, just keeping licking me. That's enough for me. Nothing more!" she sobbed. "Pleeeease!"

But the dog wouldn't wait, wouldn't stop, for he knew that Britney's vagina was wetly receptive, that he ruled here, and he had no intention of sparing the girl this time either. Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted her, his muscular short-furred body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the huge, shimmering, pink animal-cock slipping from its belly sheath. It dripped its own lubricant freely in a gooey, hanging string, its broad, blunt point jerking and dancing as Lobo hunched in close to the girl's widely-spread buttocks, smearing slug-like trails of precum across the backs of her thighs as he endeavored to bury the broad, reddened tip and its thickening solidity in his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! Oh Christ! he groaned inwardly, his hand subconsciously clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re- aroused hardness!

With an restrained, sensual moan, Britney wiggled the twin white ovals of her upthrust buttocks around in tiny circles, attempting to cool her feelings of desire, at the same time trying futilely to avoid the searching tip of Lobo's long probing cock as she felt it searching inexorably for her wet vagina. She felt Lobo's forelegs grip her hips with incredible strength to immobilize them and make his entry easier. It was happening again! She hoped to God that Mark would forgive her what was being forced upon her, and more important, that he would understand the way she knew she might ultimately respond! God, now she knew that, whether she really wanted it or not, she would have her animal-lover's long, thick penis fucking up inside her to finish the task her husband had so lovingly begun! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she peered under her hanging tits and the plump, hairy pouch of her pussy-lips, down between her legs, feeling the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-cock searching for its target, hearing Lobo whimper in a deep throated growl. She tried not to cry out in despair when she felt the throbbing cock's tip moving toward her wetly-quivering vaginal mouth, sliding across the defensively clenched opening, then finding a purchase in that hotly-flowering red gash. Paralyzed with fear, and groaning at the emotions bursting within her, she held her breath!

And Mark could see it all, every detail of her soaking, crimson slit between the fat, parted, fur-covered labia, bubbling with her girlish lubricant. The dog's cock was massive! Not as long as a horse's, but nearly as thick, and blunt-ended like a man's, though much, much larger than his own. How could a dog have such a giant cock? He must be some kind of freak!

While the strangely aroused husband watched from just two feet away, seeing every detail of the penetration, Lobo humped upward from behind, spreading her fat labia, pubic curls, and dilated vaginal channel wide as with a single powerful lurch, he buried his long, thick, pleasure-bringing cock half-way up into the seething pink hole between her legs!

"Oooohhh, ohhhh!" Britney gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd, Mark darling! It's happening...again. He's doing it to me." Her cheeks burned scarlet as she saw his eyes on her raw, wet, cock-opened vagina. "Darling, darling! Please don't watch!"

But Mark did watch in a building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still grasping his own suddenly-throbbing cock. He saw it all as the tight, red rim of her slippery hole, unable to resist the force, opened into a large, tight O around the sticky dog penis. The painful meaning of the incredibly obscene spectacle had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband Mark Revis, that Lobo was conquering here as well, not just Britney, and as he gaped at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock squeezing wetly into her, stuffing her delicate vagina full of forbidden meat, he realized that the purpose had been accomplished. Christ, what kind of a man was he, anyway? Powerless to save his beautiful young wife from this experience! She was doing it to protect him, he knew. But he'd make it up to her. Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance again! His own heavy cock had begun to throb achingly at the sight of the great dog's, Lobo's, penis sinking slowly into his innocent, angelic Britney's nibbling moist pussy-hole to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the saturated blonde pubic curls of her soft, naked loins!

"Oh Lobo, oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh, ooohhh, Mark darling, can you see what he's doing to me? Oh, it feels strange, so strange. Do you see it?"

"Y-Yes, Baby, I do! Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainedly stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh.

"Oh Mark!" Britney gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis.

Slowly, Mark got to his knees, a jolt of fiery sensations charging through him. Was it possible that he was beginning to enjoy Britney's dog-fucking? Hell yes, anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed! Hesitantly, he moved to a more comfortable watching position, his eyes ever flexed on Lobo watching him, staring incessantly as he open-mouthedly began fucking away with his glistening, giant purple prick while Britney hesitantly began to move backward, rhythmically meeting his powerful long strokes into her openly absorbing vagina!

Britney breathed a moan of new, maddening excitement when she realized that Mark was still watching everything! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at the same time feeling Lobo's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to her soft hips. She hesitantly, and then gradually more eagerly, undulated her feverish buttocks, finally giving herself fully to the beautiful fucking her Lobo was pounding into her from behind!

And then, Mark was kneeling beside her, jacking his hardened thick cock while peering up close to her loving cunt clasped around the dog's penis! She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it as the dog pounded deeper and deeper into her wet vagina. She heard Mark's husky groan as his eyes locked on the pinkly-gripping rim of her pussy, clinging to the shaft on the outstroke, almost an inch of scarlet inner flesh appearing, then folding back inside as the dog drove savagely into her.

There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Lobo toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden- haired female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so to this man had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so to please her. There was, Lobo instinctively knew, an affectionate bond that linked them, and though he jealously resented it, he would accept it for her sake.

Now, as he eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of his golden mate's hips and rapidly thrust the claiming hardness of his animal cock deep up into the depths of her heated female core, he watched with keenly alert eyes the approach of the unclothed male onto the sleeping place. His human phallus extended before him, he slowly moved to Lobo's flank to watch the amazing, bestial action. Something from ages past then clicked in his memory bank, and he instinctively knew that the golden girl was surrendering avidly to his hammering, thrusting maleness. His powerful loins trembled at the sight, but no longer in jealousy, aware that this was what she wanted, the proximity of this other male, and intuitively, he charged deeper and deeper into her, his huge hardness painfully throbbing in the silky, tight, pleasure-giving grip of her drooling vagina!

A maddening joy filled Britney as Lobo furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she gaped at her Mark's long, hard cock jerking hotly in his clutching hand. Mark was further incited by the electrifying sight of her beautiful, innocent, young face distorted with rapture as she continued to fuck back at Lobo with her luscious buttocks, with unquestionable desire. Oh Christ, had this huge, panting, fucking brute-dog glaring at him actually done this to her? Her whole curvaceous, satin-fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the powerful jolts of Lobo's plunging cock hammering rapidly into her from behind, driving her frantically on!

Oh, ooohh heaven! Britney wildly thought. In lust-filled joy, she ground her wide-spread young buttocks back hard against her Lobo's furry, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the smooth crevice between them, his belly fur tickling her twitching, moist ass. She sensed tiny streams of her pussy juice dribbling down the backs of her smooth inner- thighs, while the mounting pressure in her inflamed loins waited for the climactic moment approaching!

For one brief moment, Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of drugged coma imagining it all, but no, he was wide awake, and it was all happening! There wasn't any doubt about it, none whatever, with the lusty aroma of the girl's sucking vagina, the wet sounds of intercourse, the slap of the dog's belly between her wide-spread asscheeks, her grunts, whimpers, and moans of ecstasy, the ferocious animal-face savagely watching him, its tongue hanging loosely from his mouth to let drops of saliva drop onto the smooth hollow of Britney's naked, sweat-sheened back! The dogtag, its engraving of his name, Lobo, intermittently becoming visible as it twisted and jerked beneath his throat from his vicious body-thrusts, was undeniably further proof! But no longer were the powerful dog's fangs bared at him, and there seemed to be a mellowness in his glowing eyes as he watched Mark. The dog was pacified by the overpowering sensations his cock was feeling as it fucked in and out of Britney's tight, silky, wet cunt.

Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it all with the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his balls! The huge animal's violent fucking cock pounding into his wife's luscious pink cunt was driving her like a mare in heat mounted by some stud horse! So long and hard, it was reaching her deep into her belly, to her cervix, to her very womb!

Damn, she was like an animal herself with her lips parted passionately as she gulped for a breath of air! Great swirls of heat were massing in the secret depths of her eyes as he watched her passion-infused face! He sensed the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward, jacking his throbbing cock harder and harder as the head began to turn purple! He gaped at the pink ridges pulling wetly out from her vagina with sensual slurping sounds, clinging voraciously to the penis as Lobo pumped into her and she undulated her hips back at the dog in a wild uncontrolled frenzy!

Oh shit! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's throat! "Oh Christ, Britney baby, you look so wild. I-I'm cuummiinnnggg!"

Britney heard his cry at the very moment it burst, his jerking cock gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of his pungent cum! It spattered messily on her flexing thigh as Lobo humped her faster and faster! She sensed her belly fluttering and contracting as she humped back with greedy, pleasure-taking fucks, wetly sheathing the cock in her cunt again and again. It went on for a long time and Mark marveled that the dog had the staying power to go on for so long, now over twenty minutes, using the young woman's innocent vagina for his pleasure.

The ecstasy of it was even greater than Britney had imagined, and her own climax, after nearly a half-hour of steady fucking, was triggered! She thrust her naked grinding asscheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock raging into her wildly flaming cunt! Every muscle of her body contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming rapture exploding deep down in her screaming loins and belly! Her insanely-jerking young buttocks flexed into white hardness and she gurgled out a whimpering wail as her quaking body exploded in the moment she had been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion, only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm! Again and again, she was struck by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her pleasure-filled young cunt, and then suddenly Lobo yelped happily and began to hump in and out faster, spewing his hot load of wild animal sperm six or seven times as much as any man deep up into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly, filling her vagina, spattering against her tender cervix, and flooding her pure, white womb!

Mark watched the dog's great cock begin to throb and knew that it was happening!

"Oh, no, my darling!" Britney groaned. "Oh, it's filling me! Filling me!" She began a series of guttural grunts as she felt the giant shaft emptying the hot, white cream into her tender, sucking vagina. Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming and slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his magnificently squirting cock! Mark fell to the side, watching the huge animal cock in her cunt, saw the white load of sperm explode from her tightly-locked pussy lips, to run in thick viscous trails down her thighs to pool in the hollows behind her knees. His eyes saw it all, how the beast fertilized his beautiful, young, innocent bride with his nasty, evil semen.

After the knot-like swelling in Lobo's cock had gone and he could draw it out of Britney's vagina without injuring her, the dog licked gently at the swampy crotch of the near-comatose girl, then turned and bounded out the window. They didn't talk, Britney and Mark, only lay cuddled together in the silent darkness of the night. In passing minutes, Mark knew that she had fallen into an exhausted sleep and he nestled her closer to him. Tomorrow, perhaps, they would talk about it, but, maybe, they would never speak of it!

Mark had seen him go, leaping easily back through the open window without so much as a backward glance, but Britney hadn't wanted to look, as if she couldn't face the thought of his leaving. In moments, they had heard his howling cry pierce the night, and then Britney had shuddered and moved tightly into Mark's arms.

But, whatever that fierce brute-animal had done to excite the two of them to erotic excess, Mark still knew his duty! He had to see the killer animal and his pack destroyed! He had no choice but to see that any enemy of society was eliminated and the ferocious, animal rapist Lobo was that! If necessary, he would see the bounty raised again. It was a long time before Mark Revis could sleep that night.

Much, much later, just before the sunlight crept over the horizon to flood the room with its morning light, Britney heard the sound of the mail slot opening and closing, and something falling through onto the floor of the entrance hall. Quietly, so as not to disturb her sleeping darling, Britney got up stark naked and tiptoed to the front room. She found there a brown envelope with her name on it. The object had an ominous feel to it and she opened it with a slight trembling of her fingers.

It was a video tape, unmarked, with a brief typewritten note:



This is a copy of a video tape I have in my possession. I hope you enjoy it.

It was unsigned, but if she was uncertain as to who the sender was, that uncertainty left when she placed the cartridge in the machine and saw what it contained, knew that her nightmares had been only too real.

Too, too real!

The pretty and shapely, thirty-year-old blonde slammed her front door and stood with her back to it, panting with fright. Always so sophisticated and worldly compared to the local populace of Brighton's Meadows, Anna Sapeaux now found herself in a situation with which she could not deal. Peeking through the curtains that now stayed permanently drawn over the living room window, she saw the big, menacing form of John Proctor standing there with the axe handle swinging in his hand. She wondered if she should call the police, but that would only mean trying to summon Zed Prater, her hard-hearted erstwhile lover who still bore her a terrific grudge.

John Proctor was a forbidding-looking person at the best of times and his chubby, pouting, middle-aged wife had nothing to be liked either, but as long as the burly farmer was not bothered, he was as harmless as any bull in a pen. But somehow, one of the free-roaming dogs that ran with Lobo, or perhaps Lobo himself, had appeared too near the old harridan and frightened her, and the dog-pack hysteria that was gripping the country town and surrounding farming community had settled on Emma Proctor as well. In this formerly secure and peaceful town, women no longer walked the streets during the night, and only cautiously during the day. There were rumors of women and girls being set upon, though no one had yet dared confess that she had been sexually assaulted by these dogs, who had acquired a definitely mystic and ghostlike quality. Being dog-raped was not something one liked to broadcast throughout the conservative Christian community of Brighton's Meadows.

Yes, Anna had trained Lobo, and taught him the techniques that had made him such an excellent standby lover. She had never intended that he should rape human females, but it was after all the town's brutal police chief that had turned the loyal animal renegade.

Anna stood there trembling for a long time, then was struck by the injustice of having to cringe terrified in her own home from a man without any good reason to threaten her. Throwing back the curtain, she lifted her fist to the angry Proctor and made a show of picking up and dialing the phone. She pretended to be talking boldly and angrily, in a voice loud enough to carrying faintly through the window, and the farmer's resolve seemed to weaken. After hanging up, she stood there smiling at him with her hands on her hips, until Proctor turned, tossed the axe handle into the back of his pickup truck, and took off with an angry spinning of the wheels.

Apparently, he knew nothing of the tension between her and Zed. So much the better.

Up until the last couple of months, before Nancy's rape by Lobo and the beating by Zed that had turned the dog renegade, Anna had enjoyed living in Brighton's Meadows very much. She had had many friends and a lovely life. But now she couldn't walk the streets with her head held high. She found herself ostracized by people who once had been quite friendly and now it seemed that her only friend was, again, Lobo.

Lobo had begun to visit her again. Anna's house backed onto the woods ringing the small town and it was easy for him to come and go unseen. She usually left her bedroom window open so that he could come and go at will, and it was a pleasant surprise, just last week, when he had shown up with three more dogs, his young offspring through his mating with a bitch in the next valley. They were Dusty, the clever one, Sam, the swift one, and Bruno, the giant, whose huge inhuman cock exceeded even Lobo's in size. She often fed them, sometimes enjoying their maleness on lonely nights, and heaven knew there were quite a few of those since Nancy Pace's experience with Lobo.

Anna was jerked out of her reverie by a knock on the door. After making a check through the window that it was not Proctor returning to harass her, she opened to a young couple on the porch, a lovely, dark-haired young woman and a blondish and slender young man who sported designer stubble and a hand-held tape recorder.

"Hi," said the young man, handing her a card. "My name is Rodney Foster and this is my wife Vikki. I'm a freelance writer working on a story and I was told you could help me."

Anna stood there, eyeing the visitors with hostility. Just what she needed, more curious, gawking, finger-pointers.

"Now, who could have told you that?" Anna said with palpable sarcasm.

Rodney smiled and said, "It was Britney Revis. She said you wouldn't mind."

The blonde softened and let a wisp of a smile drift across her lips. "Britney's a dear friend. Please come in." And Anna stood aside for them.

Once inside, Vikki and Rodney sat down while their hostess obligingly made them some coffee. When she returned, they spent a while talking about Britney.

"I haven't seen her since the wedding," Anna mentioned. "She used to come here quite often, but it seems that marriage has changed her situation." The older woman thought back on that day. Britney had been strangely cold toward her and at the time Anna had felt that her invitation to the wedding had come only as a formality. She had no idea that the young, beautiful bride resented her for what she had experienced with the wild canine Lobo just a few nights after the last time she had visited this house here, and again a month later after her dream honeymoon in the Caribbean. They were things that Anna would never know as long as Britney had a mouth to keep very tightly shut.

But still, Anna talked fondly of her young friend, about her musical talent, her lovely singing voice, her quick and lively mind, and usual sense of humor.

"Which she seems to have lost of late," commented Vikki, lighting a cigarette offered to her by her hostess. "Dezzy's been a bit melancholy this last week, and not her usual jocular self."

Rodney smiled. "Doesn't that happen to most women every month?"

"Britney's never been one to let PMS get her down," Vikki said.

Anna nodded. "Dez is one of those perfect women. Never did anything wrong, just as sweet inside as she was outside. She's still down at the Church every Sunday singing her arias for the congregation and waiting dutifully for her politician husband at home on every other day. Never put a foot wrong as far as I know."

"I'd love to go on deifying Britney Revis all afternoon, I'm sure," Rodney said, "but there are some other things you might be able to help me with."

Anna smiled and raised her eyebrows. "If I possibly can."

Perhaps Britney's ears would have burned had she had her intuitions tuned and ready as her closest friends praised her virtues, but she was not in a psychic mood right now. There in the Revis home, where they had lived so short a time since their wedding less than a month before, a pall of resentment and shame hung over the occupants. Britney's heart was breaking, for she could see her dreamland marriage of less than two months falling apart around her.

Things between her and Mark hadn't improved since that fateful night a week ago when the wild dog Lobo had bounded through their open bedroom window in the middle of their lovemaking and taken the newlywed bride for himself. Finding themselves in mortal danger after Lobo's savage killing of the rapist Jerry Skilton, Britney had unselfishly sacrificed her body to the lusts of the animal, right before the unbelieving eyes of her beloved Mark, and then found herself swept up in the wildly erotic scene, coming to climax after shattering climax beneath the hammering loins of the dog, while Mark, strangely excited by the lurid sight, had jerked his own fulfilment out on the sheets from just two feet away.

And Mark's resentment had not ceased to manifest itself for a moment during the last week. After Lobo had leapt out the window, he had dozed fitfully. But with the rising of the sun, he had arisen, looked around the messy room and soiled sheets, and as his young bride's eyes had opened to him, seen the sludge of heavy dog semen caked on the silky fur of her vulva, and run into the bathroom to be physically sick. Many times since then she had tried to awaken in him an affection for her, but he had remained cold. His goodbye kisses were merely ice-cold pecks and there was no hello passion when he came home at night. Since then, they had not made love or even come close to it.

Britney had no way of knowing that a good deal of Mark's resentment was against himself for being totally unable to defend her from the raping dog. For the first time in his life he had felt totally powerless to deal with his situation, and those emotions had been exacerbated by the way his angelic, blonde bride had surrendered to the stimulation and turned into a wild bitch in heat beneath the driving cock of the dog Lobo. Again and again, the sight of her grunting and squealing, her ripe body bucking and churning, her lovely face twisted with erotic passion induced in her by the raping penis of another male... not even a human male impinged on his memories. Blaming his own weakness for what had happened to Britney, he then turned his self-loathing against her even as the vivid tableau of her degradation flashed before his mind's eye and made him afraid that he could never look on her again as he had before.

The girl had no idea how to deal with the hurt Mark was feeling, though she could well understand his revulsion of her, for she felt it equally for herself. She had not expected him to defend her, unarmed, against the dog, and she had only submitted to save his life, for she knew that she could not live without him. If only he would forget the incident for just a while, take her in his arms and make love to her deeply, cleanse the corruption from her womb, and give their relationship a fresh start. Her body burned for the touch of his hands, his lips, and his hard, thrusting penis, but all those wonderful things had been withheld from her for the intervening week.

And, there was one other thing that nagged at her mind and her conscience, something that threatened her happiness even more than that incidence of Lobo's rape and that was the little party of drugs and sex she had been seduced into by her new "friend" Sarah Canidate. It had come at the wrong time for her, missing Mark while he was away in the capital and needing a friend after losing her feelings for Anna, who had owned the murdering, raping devil beast that had now twice violated her innocent body. Sarah had drugged her somehow and led her into that orgy with the execrable Zed Prater, the chief of police. What was worse, she had filmed the encounter while Zed had wildly shafted her from behind. A copy of the video tape had come through the door just two days later and now, somehow, Sarah was planning to blackmail her.

Since Priss was wonderfully wealthy herself, Britney was sure that the blackmail entailed some other thing besides money, though what she could not surmise yet. But Sarah's phone call just yesterday had left her in no doubt as to the seriousness of the threat. Friend! Sarah was nothing but a treacherous bitch whose friendship had lasted only long enough for her to get Britney to compromise herself in