She Fucked the What?
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by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

The sleek German shepherd stretched out his long sinewy body on the cool of the kitchen's rubber-tiled flooring to watch the golden-haired young wife move about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency. He chose a corner, his favorite vantage point, and a spot he had come to consider as his own since his arrival at this new place. Though at first it had been strange to him and he had sadly longed to be with his real mistress, the warm affection shown him by the young woman and man had soon won his fervent attachment.

What was even more exciting and new to him was the freedom he had here. Before, he had been allowed outside only in the company of his mistress and leashed, but here he could come and go as he felt the urge, freely exploring the alleys and neighboring yards where other friendly young wives gave him bones and sometimes even took him into their houses. Of them all, though, it was this pretty, long golden-haired girl who answered to the sound of Karen that he preferred to be with. She fed him well and petted him often, making soft little cooing sounds that not only pleased him but set his great heart to beating faster. It was the lack of such attention this morning which gave the powerful animal his feeling of slighted uneasiness, and he watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes, instinctively knowing that all was not right with her.

Actually, Karen Smith thought to herself, as she rinsed the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher, she was being a little childish about the whole thing. Steve wasn't wholly at fault this time. After all, they had awakened later than usual and she should know after eight months of marriage to him what a stickler he was for being on time at the office. With only an hour for him to shower, shave, dress and eat breakfast, then drive into L.A. proper, she'd been just a bit unreasonable enticing him into making love to her. But after last night's big let-down on his part, she'd popped her eyes open this morning with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Of course, he'd had too much to drink the night before at the Keller's dinner party... or maybe not enough, she wasn't certain which, they both did so little of it. But for some unusual reason, he'd been like a damned rabbit in bed, just whipping right off and leaving her in the middle of her passionate climb, dropping almost immediately off to sleep, while she'd lain there beside him in excited arousal for over an hour before she'd fitfully dozed off.

It was little wonder to the twenty-two year old, curvaceous blonde wife that she'd awakened in no less an erotic tizzy than the sizzling state which sleep had temporarily banked through the night. But to endure a repeat fiasco within eight hours had been almost more than she could bear! Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if she made an issue of it, had kept her from breaking right out in flustrated tears! Like a propelled young athlete trying for some sort of an olympic record, he'd raced his lengthy, swollen hardness in and out of the heated, liquid sanctuary between her legs, quickly seeing to his own needs, then hopped from the bed while she lay there panting!

"Sorry, hon, but I really got to make time, now!" he'd weakly apologized, wiping off his deflating penis with his soiled shorts as he moved toward the bathroom. Then, at the doorway, he'd turned and promised: "Look, I'll make it up to you tonight, Karen... for sure. We'll go out for cocktails and dinner, just the two of us, and after, we'll come home and have a real party. Okay?"

"O-Okay, all right, darling," she'd feebly answered, somehow managing a smile for him before he'd darted into the bath, closing the door behind him.

Well, at least he had understood the whats and whys of her frustration, she'd thought as she lie there, fighting the tremendous urge to finish the task with her finger before he popped out like a jack-in-the-box from the shower. But she hadn't and for personal reasons known only to herself. When she'd married Steve Smith she'd hopefully put the need for self-gratification behind her, and to this point she had not violated that optimism, for once begun it would be too easy a practice to continue.

Karen was quite aware and certainly unashamed of her carnally amorous nature, and so far, her slender, loveable, unhomely young husband had shown his appreciation of it to the best of his limited ability. There... there she went again, privately deriding him with that one word, 'limited', and after vowing to herself only several days before that she would not let her mind think that way anymore! What was it the book she had read on marriage and sexual love had said ? Allowing this vein of thinking toward one's mate to dwell in the mind will only breed further discontent. It is important especially for the new inexperienced bride to adopt a positive and patient view. Either partner might well detain the event of harmony in the sex act by mentally unloading blame of inadequacy on the other...

Well, inexperienced she'd certainly been and still was, she supposed, if one was to measure by the length of time she'd been at it. Steve had been the first and only man in her young life, the initial and wondrous night going back to four months before their wedding. And what a blissful, bang-up performance that had been on his part right there in the back-seat of his car! God, her climax had been so dynamic that she'd fainted dead away, nearly frightening him to death... poor darling.

Karen smiled to herself now as she remembered, momentarily pausing in her dish rinsing. But such infusing recollections were not doing a damn thing toward soothing the immediate ardor still glowing hotly in her soft belly and simmering young loins, she reasoned, forcefully sealing the memory back inside her mental archives. The main points of importance were that they were totally and rapturously in love with each other, that they were both sound and healthy, and that her twenty-five year husband's position as an insurance agent was secure and progressing beyond their fondest expectations. What young bride of eight months could ask for more than the beautiful new home they were buying in the enviable Oakmont Shadows development? Even their two-year old car was paid for, and in three more months, their furniture, would be entirely their own!

So, their sex life wasn't yet all that it might be, at least it was a hit and miss proposition, and when she wasn't left in one of these fired-up states she felt confident that in time...

A soft whine from the big German shepherd behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde girl's stream of thoughts. She turned, smiling down at the handsome animal her Aunt Janie had asked her to look after while the vivacious older writer fulfilled a magazine assignment in London. Though she would have done it out of gratitude for this fiftyish, spritely woman who had raised her following the accidental death of her parents when she was twelve, she had truly welcomed the magnificent dog's company. Too many nights, Steve was obligated to meet with clients... the unfortunate plight of a successful insurance agent's life, and as well as the dog's company, Karen appreciated the protection in this new, outlying area the powerful animal afforded her.

"What is it, Bronson darling?" she softly cooed down at him in a tone she somehow had adopted especially for him. "Hungry, baby?" she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's big, glossy-furred head. "You know, I think I'm beginning to understand why Aunt Janie gave you that devilish little name, it's the wicked, loveable gleam you too often get in those big brown eyes. To tell you the truth, young man, it sometimes appears to be bordering on salacity."

The pleasing sound of her soft, crooning voice along with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand on his head filled Bronson with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head, licking at her smooth hand to impart his growing attachment to her. Whatever had troubled her was of relative unimportance, his keen animal intuition made him know, as with that hand moving to his neck, she hugged him against her soft, outer thigh.

"I'm not sure but what you might be some reincarnated Lothario from another time," the curvaceous, doting young wife teased, happy that they exercised a six month dog impounding law in England before you could bring them in. Otherwise, she'd never known the tying bond that could grow between a human and their faithful canine friends. She had always loved them but never owned one herself. It hadn't been until after Uncle Bill's passing away and her own marriage to Steve that Aunt Janie had discovered this wonderful animal. Now, he had become one of their own little family after only a week, and already she was dreading the day that Aunt Janie would come home to claim him. "Supposing we look into the fridge to see what we can find for you, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big ham bone there."

The noble animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were saying, Karen thought, embracing him against her leg and stroking his head once more. He whimpered and she lightly laughed. The darling. She hoped she was doing right by letting him traipse out and around the neighborhood. Aunt Janie had been in such a rush that she'd given her little advice concerning him. And inasmuch as the neighbors had all taken to him, she couldn't see any harm in letting him get out and romp a bit. He seemed to know where home was and that was the main thing... along, of course, with his gentle temperament.

Although she very much enjoyed taking him on his leash grocery shopping with her, there'd been several times he'd been off gallivanting when she couldn't. But invariably, when he accompanied her, any number of wives who lived in the Shadows made it a policy to come up and pet him, such as the day before when three of them had approached him, hardly looking at her as they almost blushingly made over him. He had become quite a focal point in the neighborhood, and though proud, she had come up with some misgivings over the attention. There was such a thing, she'd read, as dog-knapping, and God, how could she ever explain that, should it happen, to Aunt Janie?

"I don't want to be strict with you, darling," his new young mistress intoned with a final, loving pat, "But I just might have to curtail some of your wanderlusting habits. Aunt Janie would never forgive me, I know, if anything happened to you, and I couldn't forgive myself."

Bronson was aware only that her melodious, gentle voice bestowed kindness and love. But beyond that, he had sensed in his closeness against her a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his big, muscular body. It was the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated to recognize, and he did, but perhaps with more eagerness than usual, for this was his beloved new mistress who made his animal-heart beat rapidly when she petted him!

Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Karen opened the refrigerator, identified the ham bone on its plate and bent down to retrieve it from its backward place on the tray. She said aloud, more to herself than the waiting dog: "Ham shouldn't really be kept this long, anyway... even under refrigeration!"

Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the astounded young wife didn't move! She was still bent over, but frozen immobile at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Bronson's nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been smoldering inside her since the night before! Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing that the big dog's huge head was up in under her short shift from behind, animalishly sniffing, and then, the hot pressured lap of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer, snug-fitting panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!

Good God! He'd sensed her erotic heat!

What else? It had to be that, and his singeing, long thick tongue had felt like a firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her still hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her partially spread thighs, along the length of her flushed, wet cuntal crevice!

Karen raised up slowly... straightening, only because she couldn't spend the day in that position! She held the bone in her hand as she turned to gaze down at her animal-paramour who was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouthed and with wagging tail.

"You loveable devil! I was right! That's why your name is Bronson... because you are!" she tremulously whispered, all the sensations she had managed to keep from overwhelming her the past ten hours, suddenly spiraling with passionate intensity over her voluptuous, young feminine curves. "You, you are Don Juan returned, a licentious male lover in a dog's body, but so help me, more handsome than any of them! Wh- What has Aunt Janie been teaching you, anyway, Bronson darling?"

The massive German Shepherd whimpered, but the sensually intoxicated bride wasn't sure why... whether for the bone she held, or the now-inflamed secret between her trembling thighs! She shivered outright as she took the first step toward the washroom as if satanically driven. Inside, she held the bone high in a mind-spinning, teasing gesture, so that he would see and follow, lascivious things she had never before even conceived of permeating her brain!

"Come in here, darling, in here with Karen!" she consciously hissed, as if someone might overhear, though she was the only human in the house! "Come on, baby, that's my darling, and after, you can have the bone! Come on, look what Karen has for you!"

It was too late to stop now, the breathless, wildly infused Karen insanely reasoned, realizing the depravity of her act and knowing she intended to do it anyway! The eager animal whimpered before her as she stood there, door partially closed and spread legged, her short skirt luridly raised, the fingers of her same hand pulling seductively to one side the thin narrow crotchband of her dampened, nylon panties, hotly exposing her lightly hair-fringed, wet cunt before him!

"Come on, Bronson! Do it for Karen! Lick it... baby, lick Karen's hot little pussy for her!" she lewdly whispered, the obscene thought and knowing of what she was doing inspiring almost frantic jolts of raging excitement to charge through her!

Eagerly she watched, the sight in itself as the big dog moved closer, enough to jell her knees! Then, unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed within her when she realized that he was really going to lick her there up between her thighs! Ooohhhh, this was beyond obscenity, she thrillingly trembled, pulling even further to one side the elastic legband and the sheer strip of her wet panties to better expose her fire-filled pussy to him! He was, wasn't he? God! He had to! And, he did!

The beautiful darling's long and thick animal-tongue wetly snaked out, curling at its tip as it searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive lips of her pouting pussy! It laved the very seeping, inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching heat upward between them, ending and twisting at the delicate bud of her already hotly quivering little clit! And he wasn't about to stop there! Again and again without the slightest urging on Karen's part, the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual caresses, raising gasps of lurid intoxication from the young blonde wife as she stood there with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed loins thrust obscenely forward, her little hand holding the narrow wisp of her nylon panties one side for Bronson's lustfully delicious licking of her erotically steaming cunt!

The bone she held in her small hand had lost its interest for the big German shepherd the moment his new, beautiful blonde mistress had raised her skirt and made naked for him her hot, wet young pussy lips. He knew from vast experience the feeling of racing blood pounding ruttishly through the animal veins of his mighty body. The delicate scent of her roused, fluid heat filled his keen sensitive nostrils as he ardently stroked his long, thick tongue through the moistened, pink flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong animal-heart beat faster at her exciting feminine sexual odor, the intense fever of her desire contagiously charging to his own powerful loins.

"Oh... oh God... yes, darling... like that! Lick it good!" Karen hissed, still holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny panties lewdly pulled away from her burning, blonde-curled pussy with the other. "Oh lover, you sweet... sweet beauty! Lick! Lick! Karen'll cum in a minute, darling! Oooohhhh... faster, baby, faster, then you can have your bone! That's it, lick, lick, lick!"

At last, the unwelcomed sound penetrated, a knocking at the back door... persistent but not demanding... yet! For a long moment, the lustfully captivated Karen did not move, couldn't in the throes of her forbidden enchantment, but the knocking continued until the huge dog finally stopped his obscene caresses, growling reflexively in his husky throat. Oh God, just a minute more and she would have! She almost frantically screamed within her wildly excited brain, thrusting her seething wet cunt obscenely forward, trying to tempt the big animal back to finish his lewd tonguing. But instead, he nosed his way through the opening of the door she had not quite closed to move toward the kitchen entrance.

"Damn! Damn!" the fiercely incited Karen cursed under her breath, quickly pulling her panty crotch band back over her saliva-moistened vagina as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations electrifying her hotly inflamed young loins in their almost reached orgasmic moment! Who the devil could it be? She raged inwardly, then heard Barbara Keller's throaty voice speaking to Bronson through the screened door.

"Well, hello there, handsome! Where's your pretty mistress? Oh, there you are, honey," their stunning, new neighbor greeted as Karen emerged with forced calm from the washroom. She was a comparatively tall girl, older than Karen by several years, with an extremely attractive face, fluffy mini-bobbed, coal-black hair, enchanting onyx- eyes, and an enviously curved body which she revealingly enhanced by wearing the meagerest and tightest ensembles available. "You washing or something, honey? Hope I didn't interrupt?"

"No... no, I, ah, was getting a bone for Bronson," Karen stammered, helplessly trembling as she sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks. God, that had been stupid, she quickly realized, a bone from the washroom? Her attractive caller's head cocked to one side as if in wonder, but Karen refused to notice, managing a smile as she concentrated on the other's skin-tight white shorts and matching, low-cut halter. "My, don't you look fresh and cool, though? How about some coffee?"

"Love it, hon, and thanks for the compliment," Barbara replied, watching the big German shepherd take the bone from her curvaceous blonde neighbor's hand and march toward the door.

"Now don't you go away, Mr. Gallivanter," Karen affectedly ordered, pressing open the screened barrier for the proud animal to pass, the thought of the lurid act she'd involved him in only minutes before still discomposing her. "Stay right in the back yard," she added, struggling desperately to hide her mounting feeling of guilt. Then, turning to smile again at her neighbor: "Sit down, Barbara... I'll get some cups."

The alluring brunette was a warm, outgoing girl and a new acquaintance whom Karen liked very much. Though Barbara and Don had just moved into their home across the street some ten days before, already the two couples had struck up a friendly and close relationship , but somewhat taxed at that moment in the once again flustrated mind of the wrought up young housewife...

"You really like this outfit, or are you kidding me?" the long- legged brunette asked as she slid into the breakfast booth. "Don says if it was any tighter I might as well sew some simulated pubic-hair on the front, the wise guy. Actually, he likes them this way. What do you think, Karen?"

Perhaps at another time it wouldn't, but right then her attractive friend's rather lewd remark only added to Karen's uneasiness. All the same, she laughed, struggling for casualness and angered with herself at the hot twinges she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She quipped: "Well, let's say you're not leaving anything in doubt to the naked eye , but I do like it on you."

"Thanks again. Your sweet, Karen," the stunning girl bubbled. "Now, how would you like to go shopping with me this afternoon? There's several sales going on downtown."

"Oh, I shouldn't, Barb," Karen replied as she poured their coffee and slipped into the booth across from her neighbor, aware that the fire had lessened in her cheeks, her confidence slowly returning. "Steve's taking me out to dinner tonight and I don't want to be dragging for that. Otherwise, I'd love to join you."

"Ooohhh, and I thought sure you would," Barbara disappointedly moaned, and then as quickly, she was smiling again. "But we can do it another time. I don't blame you for storing up your energy for that sweet husband of yours. He's a doll, Karen." She leaned forward over the table. "Tell me, was he over, under, or soused just to the 'nth' degree last night? God, I thought he was going to rape you right there on the couch, once!"

Karen had already been exposed to her enravishing neighbor's unexpected, sensual probes and revelations, blushingly surprising questions or statements of which her good-looking, athletic husband seemed to eagerly enjoy, and which at first had embarrassed both Steve and herself. But it was the innocence and spontaneity of them that had soon brought down her prudish guard, along with her Steve's. One couldn't know Barbara Keller very long without recognizing and accepting, even becoming infatuated with her unvarnished candor, which usually encompassed sex. Nevertheless, her immediate personal question irked Karen, setting her on the alert. There were, after all, some things...

"God!" the widened, onyx-eyed girl went on before she could answer, "Don was a savage! I thought he was going to tongue me right out of my mind, and he hadn't drunk anything near what Steve had! Then, it was dog-fashion, and believe me, honey, with that cock of his rammed up in you from behind you know you're getting fucked!"

Karen actually lost her breath at her fetching neighbor's casual use of the two four-letter words, the very sound of them tumbling from her pretty, white-glossed lips momentarily spellbinding her! In all of their association to date, the younger wife had never heard her use the ultimate graphics, even when she implied them! At the same time, she couldn't deny the sparks they raised in her soft, smoldering belly and loins... like a poker being stroked into a caked bed of white-hot coals!

Somehow, Karen found her' voice and quivering as it was in her undeniable excitement, she softly managed to convincingly lie: "Steve had to be at the office early... so we went right to sleep."

"Really? God, I was as hot as a Spanish onion! I must've cum a half-dozen times, but that's that heavy-hung husband of mine," the sparkling brunette randomly informed, then sipped from her cup, her dark-eyes mischievously scintillating as they gleamed across the table. "Anyway, I'm sorry you guys didn't cut it. I know you were right up there with me, hon, the way you were hanging onto Steve." She set down her cup and shook her pretty head. "That's the trouble with insurance, or Don's real estate. Sure, we make wonderful money, but the time involved. It kills me. I can seldom plan a dinner and have it on the hour, or figure on my legal-lover to be on deck when he says. It's always a client who wants to look at property at the most unreasonable hours! Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it, then I look around, or go out and lounge by the pool and decide it is."

Once more, Karen worked up a smile. "Of course it is," she heard herself say, all that her curvaceous young neighbor had openly unfolded without a grain of conscience tossing wildly inside her own wrought-up brain... Cum a half-dozen times? God! Even once would be heavenly! ... Heavy-hung husband! Steve was as big there as anyone she would ever want to know! It was so long and thick... bigger than most, she'd almost bet, or at least an equal, wasn't it? Wasn't it? How could she know? It was the only one she'd ever seen, felt, or loved! How could an inexperienced girl compare! Even if she wanted to?

"Honey! You didn't answer me," Barbara said, half-smiling across the table at her with her lovely head cocked to one side in characteristic fashion. "You off in a dream world on me?"

"I'm sorry, Barb... I guess I got carried away there for a moment... something I ought to do," Karen lied again.

"Well... what I asked you is, when are you guys putting in your pool? Last night, you said you were going to."

"Oh, not until next summer, probably," Karen quickly replied, ashamed of her momentary lapse. "I really didn't intend to get carried off like that."

"Oh, for God's sake, think nothing of it, baby. I get that way once in awhile, too. But listen, why don't you and Steve come over Friday night for a pool party. We'll have cocktails, steaks, and." she leaned forward, covering Karen's hand with her own, "some exciting movies to stimulate the sensual blood-flow. Don just sold this estate to a real big-time operator who handles the distribution of stag movies. God, hon, they're wild, all the way... everything you can imagine with beautiful gals and handsome males! Sound like something?"

"I ah... well, I'll tell Steve tonight when he comes home," Karen huskily responded, her own blood pounding through her at the thought. "I-I have to go by his schedule, you know."

"Of course you do, baby," the enravishing brunette smiled, getting to her feet. "Now, I better run and let you do your thing. Sorry you can't go shopping with me."

"Another time, Barbara... Tonight looks like a big night for the Smiths," Karen said, the urge to imply something sensual to her friend almost overwhelming her.

"Ahhhh, and I can see it in your luscious eyes, you blonde beauty! Okay, I'm off and running. Let me know about Friday, eh hon? And, and you might even give me a run-down on the big go tonight! I love to hear about other people's private sex-lives!"

Karen laughed. She followed her neighbor to the door and saw her out. At the same time, she looked for Bronson, but he wasn't to be seen. The devil had wandered off again. There was his bone, but he was nowhere in sight. Damn him...

"Bye, Karen."

"Bye, Barb... see you later."

The raven-haired girl smiled and waved, then she was gone... like Bronson!

Something out of the ordinary had been bothering Karen, the dark-eyed Barbara thoughtfully mused as she crossed the pleasant street back to her own new home. Subconsciously, she added a little extra bounce to her gait plus a provocative waggle of fully rounded hips and buttocks, just in case there might be a man admiring her from some concealed vantage point. Of course, they'd only known the dazzling blonde charmer and her adorable husband less than two weeks, but that was long enough to learn considerable about a person's character and temperament. There was no question about it, the enticingly sexy doll had been mighty worked up over something... or someone, when she'd walked out of that washroom! Her cheeks had been flushed and she was still trembling when she poured the coffee, Barbara remembered, her own excitement growing. God, was it possible? Could there have been someone hidden in there, a man, perhaps? It certainly had taken her long enough to answer the door! And she'd rapped at least a half-dozen times! Well, if there had been, he was still there, but he'd have to leave sooner or later, and little Barbara was just going to watch from behind the living room drape for a bit!

Karen Smith having an illicit affair! Wow, now wouldn't that be something, though? Damn, if it were only true, the raven-haired neighboring wife eagerly speculated, making her way through the cool, well-furnished house to the living room where she could comfortably watch, wait, and think. There was still plenty of time before she had to change and dress for her shopping tour. God, Don would just flip if it were true, Barbara imagined, smiling to herself. She'd never known him to get quite as horny over the possibility of a new conquest as he had with Karen. Admittedly, the golden-haired angel had it all, looks, youth, and a perfectly breathtaking body, but she didn't figure that she, herself, was any slouch at twenty-seven.

Of course, that really had nothing to do with it as far as she and Don were concerned. They were very much in love and it was doubtful that any third party, even with Karen's or darling Steve's qualifications, could destroy that. Sex not love, was the secret ingredient that all of their swapping friends had shared and lustily enjoyed with them throughout the two years of their marriage. Not only had it added that needed spice to their individual lives, but it had actually put new zest in their own marital love-making. God knows, it was anything but a boring ordeal for her to go to bed with Don, and especially following a bout or two with some of the other husbands in their circle. Too often, a wife didn't really appreciate what she had at home until she'd laid down for a few of her girlfriends' spouses. And that was another advantage to their private, swinging get-togethers: the exciting exchange of new ideas, ways and approaches, or the actual teaching of a one-track minded husband, or half-frigid wife.

Anyway, the swapping around had certainly meant everything to her and Don's lives together. Being financially comfortable and having all of the luxuries that went along with money was not, in itself, enough, and both of them had realized it almost from the beginning. Sooner or later, the inevitable boredom was bound to set in, usually leading to shady little affairs which divorce attorneys thrived on, and neither of them had wanted that.

Oh, at first, she'd been quite bent when Don had come right out with the idea, the dark-eyed girl remembered as she continued to watch the house across the street, but being that she'd been enjoyable promiscuous all through her senior year in high school and the next four at college, she'd soon bought the program as a wild method of having her cake and eating it too. And so it had been for both of them.

A movement in the yard to the right of Karen's house caught her eye, interrupting Barbara's thoughts, but then she saw it was Bronson and sighed to herself. He was a beautiful animal, she mentally reflected, admiring his sleek, graceful actions. She remembered then that he, too, had come out of the washroom... first, in fact. If only he could talk... for if luscious Karen did have a lover tucked out of sight in there, the handsome brute would have to know who it was. Poor Steve, he'd probably fall apart if he ever suspected; that was the usual result when a new young wife or husband was discovered kicking over the traces. And he was such a loveable darling, too! God, how she wanted to get him into bed for an hour or so, and just maybe, this startling event, whatever, or whoever it might be, was going to make that a reality!

Don was truly going to soar when he found out, but no, she wouldn't say a thing until she was sure! Damn, who could it be? One of the neighbors, maybe? That didn't sound logical though. There were only a few and most of them so much older than Karen... unless she was one of those gals who nursed a secret penchant for older men! Besides, Barbara realized, she, herself, wasn't at all familiar with the couples who lived on the street behind Karen. It could be someone from there, a younger man she'd met over the back fence, or at the shopping center...

The telephone startled the provocatively dressed Barbara and she bounced up to answer it, but never taking her eyes from the house across the way. It would be Don wondering what had happened.

"Hi, Babe, Well tell your loving husband! How did it go?" his deep voice warmly filled her ear.

"My lecherous husband, you mean?"

"Same thing, Babe, but let's not banter trifles. What happened? Did you talk to her?"

"Yes, Lover, I did just what you said, including salting the conversation with erotic tales peppered with a few four-letter words," the ravishing Barbara throatily informed, at the same time tracing the smooth erogenous flesh of her full, white inner thigh with narcissistic finger-tips. A little shiver rippled along her spine at the self- taunting.

"So, how did she take it?" her husband eagerly questioned.

"I think what you want to know, Darling, was, what were her responses, and frankly, they were all that a man like you, with the hots, could ever ask for. She didn't get uptight, and she was damned sure sensually aroused," Barbara informed in her suggestive tone, knowing that she was telling the truth even if she weren't revealing all of it.

"Sweet pussy!" her athletic husband hissingly exclaimed, using one of his favorite expressions. "That's music to my ears, Angel! Okay, now get this. I had coffee with your future lover-boy this morning."

"Steve?"

"Who else've you got cockitis over at the present, Baby?" he teased.

"Well, come on, tell me what happened!"

"Foundation work mostly. We're having lunch together tomorrow... a few martinis and the likes... get the scene?"

"Yes... yes!"

"So, when I think he's ready, I'm going to spring it on him."

"Spring what? Swapping?"

"You're right on, Lover girl," her deep-voiced mate said. "He'll never be more ready, and you know what a few drinks does to Steve Smith."

"God! Do you think it'll work, Don?" she questioned, afraid that they could be rushing it. "I mean, maybe we should soften them a little more first."

"Don't be silly. The first jolt is going to carry the same impact when ever we spring it, and I'll tell you, Baby, I don't think I can wait much longer for a piece of that Karen's delectable, tight ass! You wouldn't want to be bringing cigarettes to your raping husband in the jug, would you?"

"You are pumped full of stifferine, aren't you, Darling?" Barbara responded with an excited laugh. "Wow... okay, that's fine with me. You know I've been ready for that sweet, gentle husband of hers ever since we moved in! But I just want to be sure we don't blow it."

"We won't. I've got a little thing working in the back of my mind," Don answered. "Steve Smith's ambitious for one of those 'Million-Dollar' buttons successful insurance salesmen flash, and once I make him understand that association with our select circle can gain him that, he's going to start worrying less and less about his young wife Karen spreading her legs for a few loving friends."

"Well... I hope you're right, Doll."

"Don't worry, I'm right... just a bit of man to man psychology. What did she say about the pool party?"

"She's to let me know after she talks with Don. But I think it looks favorable."

"Good. Let's invite a few more couples... makes for more interesting prelims to newcomers. Meantime, dig a pair of thick steaks out of the freezer, have a pitcher of martinis ready, and prepare yourself for a wild time, Sugar. Big Daddy's going to take up from where he left off last night!"

"Is that a promise?" the stunningly shaped wife huskily questioned, a tremor of fervid excitement rippling over her curved, susceptible body.

"No, it's a threat, pussy-girl, so prepare yourself," he half- whispered in that way of his that could drive her right up the wall. "Your ogre is knocking off early, and all the king's horses can't stop him!"


In the course of the remaining morning hours, Karen gradually recovered her composure by throwing herself into unnecessary house- cleaning, including the washing of windows. By noon, she felt quite herself again, the unsatiated fire in her provoked loins at least banked once more, enough anyway to allow her reasoning capacities to function with some normalcy. She sat down to a light lunch of soup and a sandwich, filled with vowed determination and a hangover of vivid shame. God, what demonical thing had ever tempted her into committing such a loathsome act she'd never know! The mere recalling of it to mind now was enough to make her want to break right down and cry. Oh, if Steve ever knew! She couldn't even bear to think of that! And Bronson, the loveable darling, it had never been his fault! She was completely to blame, goading him the way she had! What was worse, the handsome animal had gone off somewhere immediately and hadn't returned! Had he somehow realized her warped depravity and ran away? Dogs were credited with having unexplainable instincts that the human intellect couldn't conceive of! Oh God, if anything ever happened to him after what she'd done, she could never forgive herself!

Then, she remembered Barbara's unexpected visit for the thousandth time. Lord, what had she thought? Really, what had she thought? The shame-filled, upset girl was already aware that her beautiful neighbor was anything but a fool, that she possessed a keen, if sometimes, lurid mind, and it might very well be that vein of luridness which had helped her see through Karen's flushed, unhidable emotions. Damn, how ridiculous she must've looked carrying that bone and stammering about going in there to get it for Bronson! At least, she'd stupidly implied that!

Ooooohhh... she wasn't hungry... couldn't eat a bite, she concluded, pushing the food from her. And where was he? Why didn't he come home? He'd been gone for over two hours, longer than she could ever remember... or was it? He'd hardly touched his bone, just simply disappeared. Maybe, she should canvass the neighborhood, or even call the police if necessary! She just couldn't let anything happen to him!

Bronson observed his new pretty mistress seated at the booth in the kitchen, while he stood quietly outside the screened door. As always, his warm, animal-blood raced faster at the sight of her. She had not yet noticed him there and he patiently waited with opened panting mouth and wagging tail, tired and thirsty from his romping through a near-by field where he had chased a cat up a tree and remained to bark and jump at it, until the game no longer pleased him.

He was not hungry, even for the bone that she had given him earlier and he instinctively knew the reason. The heated taste and scent of her mating essence earlier had whetted his trained animal-desire, leaving his vigorous loins in a state of incompleted agitation. It was for this reason he had impulsively raced into the field to relieve the tensions through expelled energy. At the same time, he had ignored his usual stops at other back doors in the neighborhood where kind, and excitedly smiling females had learned to let him into their kitchens and bedrooms to perform, the skilled feats which he loved so much. But none of these could have any longer pleased him with this new yearning born in his heart for the golden-haired Karen with whom his real mistress had left him.

"Oh! There you are!" Karen jubilantly exclaimed, rising from the booth and turning to see the handsome animal standing beyond the door. A warm sensation of loving relief flowed through her at the beautiful picture his unexpected presence inspired. "You naughty dog... where did you run off to?" she crooned with emotion, opening the door so that he could trot in, his big brown eyes twinkling, his opened, panting jaws reminding her of some devilishly grinning Casanova.

Bronson immediately moved close to rub against her soft thigh, her welcomed sounds, aroma, and the feel of her small hand on his head and neck delighting him. He licked at her hand as she continued to coo down at him and stroke his head.

"You don't know it, Darling, but you had me very worried, after this morning," the young wife almost tearfully whispered in her choked- up happiness at having him back home with her. "I-I was afraid you might hate me for what I did, and Karen could just never stand that, you handsome beauty!" Irresistibly, she haunched down and hugged him to her. "Oh, you're so sweet, Baby... please forgive me? I promise, I'll never do anything so wicked to you again!"

He was both tired and thirsty, but the enthralled Bronson would have contentedly given himself to her caresses indefinitely, had she not of her own volition sighed, then straightened. It was then that he went to his water-dish while she watched for a moment before going on with other things to busy her. He lay down in his special place once his thirst was quenched, stretching out on the cool of the flooring to watch her, his big, played out body filled with gladness at being home with her once more...

Had anyone ever told her that the mere sight and presence of a dog could fill her with such elation, or so completely put her mind at ease, Karen would have thought them batty. But as she went about washing cupboards with a fresh burst of energy, occasionally stealing glances at the now sleeping animal, it occurred to her that the handsome Bronson was no ordinary canine friend. There was something exceptionally unique about him that caused the irrational little flutters inside her when she looked at him.

She self-consciously blushed as she realized this and tried to remember if her feelings toward him had been the same before... before she had let him lick her there. God, she couldn't remember, not really. Perhaps, they'd existed from the beginning, but it had been this morning's sensually firing incident that had made her wholly conscious of them.

She thought these things as she feverishly scrubbed the unending cupboards, surprised at her ever lessening feeling of guilt and revitalized excitement with the vivid memory of the forbiddenly obscene act of the German shepherd licking her under her panties. God, she could still feel his searing, long, thick tongue parting her softly curling pubic hair and splaying through the sensitive flesh of her passion-moistened vaginal lips, the lustful recollection in itself enough to provoke a new wetness between her full, hot thighs. Oh, this would never do! She had to get hold of herself and put such lurid, bestial thoughts from her mind! They were utterly abominable, and it must never happen again!

By the same token, she wasn't going to take any more chances of having something happen to him! She would keep him at home with her, take him out on his leash when necessary and that would be that. Maybe it would be better for everyone after Aunt Janie did come and get him ... though the confused young wife knew she was going to miss him terribly. And then, she began to think more profoundly of the aunt who had just about raised her.

The attractive woman had always been a vibrant person, leaning a bit toward the impishly wild side, Karen mused, but while Uncle Bill was alive he'd seemed to have been able to pacify her. Karen had only seen her once following the funeral, up until her aunt had personally delivered Bronson to their home the week before. Actually, she had been quite surprised at her older relative's vivacity and modish style of dress. She looked more like a gay young bachelorette than a middle-aged widow, and the way she had bent down to kiss the whining German shepherd with tears in her eyes... God, come to think of it, while she was in that position, Karen remembered, Bronson had tried to nuzzle his handsome head under her skirt between her legs! He had! She suddenly recalled the whole scene, tiny, odd sensations responding inside her with the recollection! Was it possible? Had... had Aunt Janie actually taught him his naughty little tricks... perhaps, even bought him for that purpose?

The ringing of the telephone brought her back to the immediate and she hustled into Steve's study to answer it with the awakened Bronson two steps behind her.

"Oh, hi Steve darling," she smilingly said, recognizing his voice.

"How's my baby?" his gentle tone questioned.

"Fine, and keeping busy with her housework," she answered. "How's my breadwinner doing... making a lot of money for us, I hope?"

He hesitated. "As a matter of fact, that's one of the things I called you about, in fact, the main thing, Honey. Something unexpected's come up that's going to postpone our plans tonight, and if I land it, it'll be the biggest policy I've sold yet! It's J.L. Woodward, you know, the wealthy Cadillac dealer!"

Karen couldn't help her disappointment, nor could she hide it either. This night was going to mean so much to her, especially after last night and this morning... "But what about our going out for cocktails and dinner, Steve? I had so planned on it. Do you have to see him tonight of all nights?"

"Oh, come on, Doll, let's be sensible," he replied, slight irritation in his tone. "You know my appointments have to be at their convenience, and I've worked on this one for weeks! Maybe you didn't hear me right, Karen, but this will be the biggest policy I've written yet!"

Damn, she could almost cry, she was that angry! Even though she knew he was absolutely right it hardly lessened her sense of chagrin. "Oh... oh, what can I say but all right!"

"Golly, Darling, I'm sorry," he apologized, his usual tender voice attempting to sooth her. "I know I promised, and how much you planned on it, but won't it be okay if we do it later on in the week? We'll even enjoy it more, Hon, especially if I sell old J.L."

"Yes... I'm sorry, too, Steve. I'm just being selfish again," Karen managed, attempting to reconcile herself. "You'll be home for dinner then at the usual time?"

"Well... no, I won't Hon. That is, I'm to have cocktails and dinner with the Woodwards at their mansion," her uneasy husband feebly informed. "Actually, I'll probably be rather late, though I'll try to hustle it up."

His admission was like rubbing salt in an open cut! She just couldn't keep the knifing bitterness out of her tone. "Really! Well, don't bother to hustle at all! Just take your time and enjoy yourself, Mr. Smith!"

"Damnit! Please, Karen, try to understand, will you?" he begged, something of a pleading whimper filling her ear.

"I'll make every effort!" Karen uncontrollably responded, no longer attempting to hide her cold resentment, and with that, she hung up, bursting into tears and heading toward the bedroom for the good cry that had been plaguing her since the night before!


Once or twice, after her tears had dried, Karen thought that she dozed, but she doubted that she'd really slept. On the floor beside the bed, Bronson faithfully lay watching the open doorway into the hall with the keen eyes of a posted sentry. She smiled when she saw him there, his welcomed presence lessening the loneliness she might have felt. She swung her feet to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed to reach down and pet him. Immediately, he arose, crowding affectionately against her legs, finally settling his big head contentedly in her lap.

"Have you been guarding me, baby?" she softly spoke in the voice which seemed to please him? "You're a real angel, sweetheart, and I guess it's just you and me for the rest of the evening," she resignedly added, stroking the soft crown of his furry head. "But I suppose it could be worse, couldn't it?"

He raised his head and before she realized his intentions, his warm, moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly against her lips. In a natural reaction, Karen drew her face back away, surprised, yet not repelled. In fact, the loving wet contact sent an unexpected sensation fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her small hands. He had kissed her and he knew it! The devilish glimmer in his guileless eyes gave him away! Slowly, she leaned forward, holding his face warmly, then near breathless, she parted her moistened, lush lips with her slightly exposed, tiny pink tongue! Unhesitantly, his longer, thick one gently touched it in a fiery caress.

Karen couldn't move! Had a human lover implanted a passionate kiss on her mouth or embraced her excited tongue with his, she could never have felt it more intensively! Again he did it, until she realized that she was exchanging little fervent lingual caresses with him, and then he whimpered, the almost pleading sound shattering her unnatural world!

God almighty! What was she doing? She pushed him away, almost leaping to her feet to stare wide-eyed down into his never innocent, yet unguilty animal face. Again, he whined, as if sensing the heat he had easily rekindled within her dormant belly and loins.

"Oh, Bronson... Bronson... what am I going to do with you?" the re- impassioned, shaken wife whispered in self bewilderment. And she was not ashamed this time! That was the befuddling, unbelievable part! No, instead she was as hot as a firecracker ready to explode! Oohhh... what she needed was a drink, something to steady her before she lost her wits completely!

Looking at her watch, Karen saw that it was after six and that amazed her. She must have slept... yes, because at first, she'd felt considerably better, but now she wasn't so sure. Damn, why did Steve have to let her down tonight? She'd never needed him more... the evening they'd planned... their love party! He'd said he'd be quite late, too, and now was when she wanted him, not some eight or nine hours away! Oh damn! she tremorously swore to herself as she poured scotch over ice, forgetting the water...

Bronson watched her every trembling move, never straying too far from her side, his stimulated senses knowing from experience her want and need. The piquant aroma from the fluid heat of her human beauty filled his nostrils, just as he had tasted it from her mouth. But he was not used to the waiting, for his real mistress called him to her immediately at such times, as did all of the others in this new neighborhood. Still it was this, the waiting, which made him long all the more for her, and he could do nothing until she bade him.

She refused to sit down and he stalked her like her own shadow, sometimes, getting close enough to brush against her, but then she would quickly ease away. Many times, she refilled the glass and drank it empty. Her soft, warm body still quivered when he crowded against her. Again, and again, her melodious voice sang soft, sweet sounds down to him. The aura of her female sexual smell grew stronger and stronger, until he knew a throbbing in his powerful flanks. And then, at last, she sat and perched before her, resting his head in her lap, the hot, spicy fragrance from up between her warm, soft legs saturating his trained, animated instincts!

"Oh, you mind-bending lover!" Karen hissed, stroking his great head cradled on the short skirt her revealed upper-thighs composed into a lap. He was more than just a magnificent dog! There was something elegantly human about his maleness! He'd enchanted her and he was well aware of it... knew that she hadn't dare sit down because he would do what he was doing at that very moment! His rounded animal eyes were filled with more than affection... rank lust gleamed there! "You want to make an animal out of me, don't you? You want this morning completed , and, and so do I, Bronson darling! I do... I can't help it!"

Karen's brain swam from the Scotch she'd drunk. But the liquor had done nothing to ease the burning, sensual excitement within her. Nothing could do that, she wildly thought, except love, and her only lover lay his head devotedly in her lap! Oh God, she was absolutely aflame with desire, and she'd tried so hard! She was a total, seething wetness between her legs, and she knew that Bronson keenly sensed it! He was merely waiting... waiting!

"Ooooohhh." she moaned aloud, once more pressing him back away and gaining her feet, though not too steadily. God, she should have eaten, but it was too late now; she wasn't hungry. One more drink and a bath... Yes, perhaps a bath would do it... had to, before she turned herself into something obscenely wanton!

The huge German shepherd instinctively discerned his pretty blonde mistress' anxiety. He, too, was unsettled. Should he be pleased or thwarted? He followed her into the bedroom, sitting on his haunches with ears and eyes alert as she began to strip away her clothing. She had stopped looking or speaking the soft, pleasant sounds down at him. He watched her slowly make herself naked before him as if he did not exist, the soft whiteness of her human, female body finally exposed completely before him. The rounded, curved excitement of her caused him to pantingly wait with open jaws. He saw in her female beauty all of the hidden secrets he had come to know and enjoy with others, his trained eyes centering on the golden pubic ringlets partially hiding the thin heated little crevice he well-remembered from earlier up between her legs!

She turned and smiled at him. Something throbbed in the weight of his loins.

"I'm going to bathe now, darling. You can come in if you want," Karen heard herself, teasing him, as if she were definitely speaking and taunting a man lover. She sensed a tiny shudder ripple upward over her delightful feeling nakedness. God, she was already a bitch if the truth were known, she thought moving toward the bathroom.

Bronson sat beside the tub watching and Karen couldn't rid herself of the lewd, tingling little feeling that she was being voyeuristically observed by a man other than her husband. By the same token, she couldn't deny her own excitedly rising sensations of playing the exhibitionist! All through the ritual he avidly stared, and then, when she finally stepped out onto the mat, he began to lick her ankles and calves.

"Damn, what a seducer you are!" Karen softly intoned down at him, the Scotch generously warming as well as dulling her mind. Sensuality, born from hours past churned within her. She thought briefly of her Steve, last night, this morning, and then of Barbara's visit. Six times she'd cum! And Don's heavy-hung cock! Was that the way she'd put it? No, but that's what she'd implied! You know you're getting fucked! She'd said, Karen wildly remembered, her friend's use of the lewd words racing through her brain to incite additional sparks of mounting lust inside her. She thought of her own husband, Steve's, penis... so long, hard and thick! Was Don's really bigger?

Bronson backed away as she reached for things from bottles and spread them over her pleasingly curved, naked body. He watched her small hands massage the swollen mounds of her resilient white breasts, saw the tiny, pink nipples harden to her own touch and he wondered why she scented herself this way. He gazed levelly as she took more from the bottle and spread it over her soft naked belly, and then more, to applicate between her thighs over the patch of soft curls and downward to her legs.

"Well, darling, that's it! I can't kill anymore time," Karen heatedly breathed at the waiting animal she had been intentionally avoiding. The damn bath had done nothing for her! She was a raging inferno of unsatisfied desire inside and the dog knew it... smelled it! She could see it in his eyes... his eyes, ooohhh! "I-I'm frightened, Bronson... like a brand new bride! I'm scared, yet... oh darling, you've got to... got to!"

The excited German shepherd knew what she meant and trotted out beside the bed to stand there. He had to wait... That was his training. He watched her parade nakedly from the bath, her rounded, white curves rippling enticingly to her graceful stride, and then, she lay down on the bed, and still, he anxiously waited for some gesture...

Karen wasn't certain but what she might lose her mind completely! She had never known an equal to the feverish sensations raging within the seething, fluid channel between her legs, upward into the very secret depths of her ovenlike belly. Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to her. She lay on her back with trembling thighs spread partially open, her finger-tips tracing upward over the satin-smoothness of her rib cage to the sensually swollen mounds of her full, tingling breasts. They found the tiny, hardened pink-nipples and narcissistically fondled them, while her eyes searched the burning ones of the dog waiting and whining beside the bed!

Bronson felt the throbbing quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at the torrid craving his naked mistress' eager eyes transmitted to him. His heart pounded in his broad chest at the sight of her long golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her beautiful head. Why did she make him wait? He could not understand this!

"Now, lover... come up here to me!" Karen's voice tremblingly hissed. "Come up to your Karen and love her!"

With an effortless leap, he was onto the bed, momentarily poised in a picturesque stance as he stared down at her. Karen's breath uncontrollably caught in her throat at the sight of him ardently surveying her exposed vulnerable nakedness. It wasn't too late! She frantically reasoned. She could stop him... order him off the bed... come to her senses! And then, he lowered his head to lick out with his hot, wet tongue over the white smooth flesh of her nervously quivering belly!

Oh God... yes, yes, it was way too late! She never wanted him to stop! Again, she felt the delight of its curling, fiery length and she raised her head to watch him licking upward over the round, small basin of her belly! Higher and higher he came, until at last he was licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her desire-swollen breasts, ever creeping upward over them to their little bursting nipples!

"Ooohhhh," she shamelessly moaned aloud to his fervid tonguing caresses wetly grazing the pink, erogenous tips again and again, sending maddening little spasms of lust whipping through her nakedly roused body!

Her feverish mind was a blank to everything but the captivating sensations his ardorous, licking tongue, brushing with a moistened heat over the firm young mounds of her sensuously heaving breasts, was creating inside her. She heard him whimper from deep in his animal throat, her impassioned gaze fixed on his seductive love-making. Then, his great brown eyes raised to meet hers, their candent glow level with her own. She waited, not speaking, not moving, only intensely breathing through parted, gasping lips, and he moved upward to lick them!

The boiling animal blood fiercely rushed through Bronson's strong body as once more he tasted the delicate essence of her simmering heat on her lush lips and small, fiery tongue. With his own, he excitedly brushed the tiny, pink member receptively darting from her opened mouth , licking and loving its wet sweetness while faint mewling sounds purred from beyond it. He saw then that her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath his meaningful tongue, emotionally returning caress for caress, and instinctively he knew it was time!

Abruptly, his intense lingual kisses stopped and Karen felt the bed give from his moving weight... She opened her eyes to see him positioning himself between her slightly spread legs, her breathing quickening as automatically, she spread them further for him! Lifting her head, her brain wildly spinning, the nakedly trembling young wife watched him poise his beautiful head above the obscenely offered intimacies between her full, flushed thighs! Fleeting memories from that very morning raced intoxicatingly through her lust-incited mind! She heard her own animalistic little whine when he slowly lowered to her, his hot breath taunting the sparse blonde-curls there! Then, his cool, wet nose brushed against the impulsive, flame-filled flesh of her inner thigh, and finally, the blood-heated lips of her wet cunt! She heard him whimper as he sniffed, and she waited in nearly frantic passion, her legs opening wider still of their own volition!

Karen couldn't hold back the sudden expressive gasp when she felt his damp nose move lower between her thighs and brush wetly down against the tiny puckered ring of her sensitively exposed anus! She hadn't expected that! "Oh God!" she blurted, the moment his irresistible tongue splurted between her widely spread buttocks to wormingly lick up and down the smooth, fleshed split surrounding her snug little anal mouth, the tip suddenly burrowing into its tightly clasped, babyish lips!

How long that blissful titillation went on down between her thighs, Karen had no way of measuring; she'd lost track of time! Only that his rapturous animal tonguing never stopped was all that mattered! She felt his searing, wet lavings bringing him to the narrow pink crevice her clingingly pulsating cunt-lips hid. She shivered delectably as he drew its burning wetness upward over the full length of her pussy, from her tightly clenched little anus, tracingly along the thin hair-lined edges of her vaginal lips to the tiny, hotly tremoring bud of her concealed clit. Again he did it, this time his lengthy, fire-filled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal flesh like a hot knife through butter! It didn't stop, but blissfully continued splaying wide the hotly welcoming flesh, at last lunging in an invading curl far up into the clutching heat of her deliriously craving vaginal mouth! She moaned, spasming with ecstasy beneath his oral loving, her liquor-hazed eyes lustfully feeding on the incredibly obscene spectacle they made!

Ooohhh... she would cum a dozen times, the lewdly spread young housewife giddily moaned from the intense sensations his long, thick tongue was erotically sending through her hotly smoldering nakedness. Her gasping mewls increased, her sensually ignited brain slipping deeper into a salacious vein she luridly welcomed! Again and again his scorching tongue eagerly grazed through and over her quiveringly upraised loins, from the snug, tightly puckered lips of her tight little anus, upward through the moistly glistening crevice of her openly spread pussy. At its peak, it hesitated, penetrating the hot, liquid flesh to flick skillfully at the palpitating bud of her tiny clit, fanning the growing flames inside her like a bellows!

How long it unceasingly went on without letup, Karen in her erotic intoxication had no idea... only that it did, the heavenly loving tongue licking wildly through and over her wet, seething cuntal flesh until she was frenziedly whimpering and squirming beneath it!

"Oooohhhh, my lover!" she gutturally wailed as he lunged the long, thick lingual organ with a lust-teasing curl once more up into the clutching, feverish channel of her burning vaginal passage. "Ooohhh... God, darling, it's so beautiful! Don't stop... please, ooohhhh!" she begged in a hiss, frantically drawing her knees all the way back to touch her erotically tingling breasts to give him greater access to her widespread cunt. She vaguely heard his whines blending with hers, while he continued to devotedly lash and penetrate the fluid pink cunt-flesh between her obscenely raised thighs and buttocks!

Bronson was reveling in the exotic odor and taste of her human, female passion, the keen aromatic spice to his tongue and nostrils pleasurefully enraging his mighty canine loins. Though he loved his real mistress and had enjoyed the many unexpected sallies with excited wives here in this new neighborhood, none had come to mean to him what the pretty Karen with the long golden hair did! In her pale, sky- colored eyes he saw love, and her voice sounds, gentle and warm, had captivated him from the first. Her smooth white face glowed when she looked at him, and he sensed this now flowing through the soft curves of her entire unclothed body. There at the core of her mating hole where he lovingly licked with his perceptive tongue was the hot, liquid proof of it all! This yielding, pink flesh in its hotly flowing moisture assured him that she truly loved him too, and as he excitedly tongue- loved the curl-fringed softness, he felt the strong urge in his ruttish animal loins for more!

Karen, in a gripping wave of disappointment, felt his magnificent hot tongue abruptly end its laving delight, and she raised to her elbows with a start, slowly lowering her upthrusted legs. "What's wrong, Bronson darling? Do it? Don't stop! Karen wants you to do it!"

But he didn't! Instead he backed away a step and from her half- upraised position, the desperately inflamed, naked young wife saw it! His cock! Breathlessly, she gaped at the sight of its glistening, hardened reality emerging from its long sheath, wet and thick, the dripping, tapered end danglingly swaying as it slipped from its protective sleeve in an ever growing length of thickening, reddish hardness! God! It was as big or bigger than Steve's! Unrestrainably, Karen moaned, the realization that she had fired the handsome animal to this very point registering somewhere in her insanely lusted mind.

After all, he did have feelings, didn't he, this devoted, handsome lover? Oh God... he wanted to fuck her! He did! He did! And, and... "Oh darling, it's evil... forbidden... shameful!" she gasped, unable to take her eyes from the still lengthening, thick rod of his glistening, hard animal-cock. "Ooohhh... I love you, too, but , but how? Not like animals, lover!" Karen impassionately hissed, delirious sensations racing almost violently through her as she took the pillow from beneath her head along with her husband, Steve's, and obscenely lifting her hips and buttocks, stacked them there beneath her so that her open asscheeks were raised high in the air and she was resting back on her shoulders and the back of her head.

The young blonde wife's eyes glowed with the fervent lasciviousness of her act... her obscene intention of letting her aunt's dog fuck her! She made no effort toward thinking rationally. Her young, sensual body was alive with screaming desire! Utter lust saturated her brain! She raised her legs, drawing them all the way back once again until her knees touched her excitedly swollen breasts! Her obscenely upraised cunt was a well of molten fire! From the flatness of the bed, she raised her head to look up between her firmly throbbing breasts and lewdly spread legs to see her handsome animal-lover waiting, his huge wet cock dangling from his hairy like balls something she might expect of a stud pony!

"Oh God, Bronson, crawl up between my thighs." she half-blurted. "Do it! Come on, baby! Fuck your Karen!" She reached down between her thighs to stroke her pussy in a lewd, goading gesture. "Now, lover, now! Fuck me! Come on... fuck me before I lose my mind!"

Bronson had all the intentions in the world of doing that. He had hesitated only because his real mistress had taught him to wait until she turned over and got onto her knees... the same way all the other neighborhood women who gave him bones, to do it to them did it. His heart pounded in a heavy animal heat. She was ready and her way would be more exciting because he would see her beautiful face all of the time! He could kiss her tits with his tongue and watch the warm lights of passion flash in her eyes! He moved forward, easily mounting between her wide-spread legs, his head above hers, feeling the hot, wetness of her openly spread vagina as his excited rod of hardness brushed against and into its soft fluid heat to raise tiny whimpers from both of them.

She hugged him first, her soft, moistened lips kissing his face while he tried to answer with his tongue, but then, she was reaching down beneath him until he felt her gentle fingers grasping at his huge animal hardness and parting the soft blonde pubic hair with the end of it, press it into the warm pulsating entrance of her cunt.

"Ooohhhh, Bronson, it's so hot and hard!" Karen whispered hotly. "Goddd... can I take it up in me? Ooohhh... I've got to... got to! I need it so bad, darling! Now! Now, there it is... the tips just up inside! Do it, baby! Ram it into me and fuck your Karen out of her mind!"

Instinctively, the very second the dog felt the moistly clutching young pussy flesh nibbling at the tip of his animal-hardness, he did nothing less than what nature demanded of him! He fucked forward! Without the least consideration of mercy, the powerful German shepherd sunk his long pulsating length of hugely blood-swollen, animal-cock into the up raised channel of his blonde young mistress's upthrusted cuntal mouth! He squatted partially on his hind legs to do it well, to bury it deep up inside her hotly screaming little belly. Immediately, he sensed his sperm-bloated testicles brushing, and then, slapping hard up into the smooth, wide split crevice between her warm, soft buttocks as he established his rapid-fire pace!

"Aaagghhh! Uuunnhhhh!" Karen gasped out at the unbelievable, first penetration of his massively hardened cock, but there was hardly time to linger on the way it had spread her passion- dilated cuntal passage open even further! Then, ten thrusts at least, maybe more, had pumped up into her hotly flaming pussy while she was still trying to acclimate to the first! Like the powerful animal he was, his searing dog-cock fucked deep up into the far hidden depths of her passion-filled belly! She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind a blank of sensual desire, the very hearth of her young womanhood aflame with a soul-blinding wave of unequaled lust!

Maddening delights of unholy ecstasy quickly filled her lewdly submissive nakedness and the frenetic young woman could do no more than groan and squirm salaciously around beneath the beautiful beast as she offered the whole of her nakedly spread cunt up to him! She strained to watch with lewd fascination as the scarlet rod of hotly stiffened dog- cock slithered in and out of her ragingly stuffed vagina with wet, breath-whipping charges, fucking its way to the very hilt in her wide stretched cuntal passage, Bronson's heavy, sperm-bloated balls slapping heavily down against the tiny puckered anal mouth between her luridly spread young buttocks!

Her painfully bent head jarred from his every effective, breast- quivering plunge, her brain reeling in the blinding pool of her forbidden animalism! She gaped at the glistening length of cone-shaped hardness pistoning deeply into her open cuntal crevice, kicking her legs out and wrapping them tightly around the furry muscles of his strong back to rhythmically lift her fire-filled loins in a wildly salacious grinding motion to meet his powerful driving strokes with lewd ecstatic abandon! Base lust saturated her nakedly slaving body as she sensually pumped her rounded hips upward onto his ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper with heavenly delight into her raging hot belly! Furiously, his hairy animal belly and loins battered and thudded resoundingly downward against her taut, wide-spread asscheeks, his huge, pleasure-bringing cock a relentless rod of wetly glistening joy sinking to its full hardened length into the fluid inferno of her wildly clasping cuntal passage! With shameless, whimpering mewls, the lust- drunken young wife furiously rotated her hungrily working hips and buttocks up at him, grinding the omniverously swallowing walls of her vagina hotly around the hardened length of his thickly piercing animal cock, a blissful cry of enravished passion escaping her opened lips.

The signal flashed through Karen's erotically maddened young body; the unmistakable beacon of sensual fulfillment! It sprayed through her erotically seething loins like the prickling of a million needles, gnawing at the inner base of her sensuously quivering belly with the lewd, lascivious promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture! She moaned tremulously to the jagged edges of her mounting climax, straining beneath her heavily panting animal-lover to see his wet, thick cock furiously vanishing into the blonde fringed cunt-lips between her wide- spread thighs and upthrusting buttocks! She gaped lustfully with eyes bulging in unrequited passion at her pink cuntal flesh wetly clinging to his long, thick cock when he pulled out of her, then disappearing up inside again with his heavily thrusting hump, his heavy cum-filled balls smacking down solidly against the smooth tingling crevice of her obscenely working ass! She saw and felt her swollen, nipple-bursting breasts dancing rhythmically on her chest in time to his beautiful animal fucking!

"Ooohhh... my lover... fuck me... fuck me, you magnificent darling!" Karen gasped, pulling his big head down so she could smother his panting face with hot, moist kisses!

Bronson's heart overflowed with desire and basic animal-passion for his naked blonde mistress beneath him, whose soft white legs were wound tightly up over his back, as were her arms now, around his neck. She whined in a low, almost crying voice while she feverishly kissed him as no other woman ever had, at the same time, thrusting her eagerly clasping cuntal crevice up onto his aching rod of lustfully throbbing hardness. The wet heat of her vaginal passage was clinging greedily to his pounding maleness, rapidly urging him toward that point of wild, primeval release!

Abruptly, Karen raised her sensually slackened face to wail out a guttural, animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes grew large and unseeing. "Ooohhh, ooohhh... god, lover... I can't stand it! I'm going maddd! Ooohhh... kiss me, darling... kiss me with your beautiful tongue!"

Wildly, the lust-blinded young wife opened her mouth as his long, thick tongue thrust into the heat of the moistened shelter, brushing against her own tiny one as it went almost to her throat and she sucked it! Unbridled passion, nothing short of beastial, Karen insanely reasoned as with shameless abandon, she thought of herself being fucked in the mouth as well as her steaming, fire-filled cunt! It was enough to trigger the ultimate moment! She started to wail out, but her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, then, the first spasm of hotly bursting orgasm struck her and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing young loins up hard onto his consummating dog-cock in a desperate lunge! Bronson responded with a forward, downward stabbing, his huge hardened cock beginning to jerk inside her and to spew out its hotly scalding animal cum deep up into her soft constricting belly with long, liquid spurts!

Again, Karen erotically screamed out, her smoothly tautened buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the lewd animal eruption exploding into and filling her raging belly and loins almost to the bursting point! His tongue left her still greedily sucking mouth and she flailed her head and long blonde hair from side to side in her incredible, erotic bliss, suddenly feeling the lewd combination of their human-animal cream warmly trickling out together from her tightly clasped cuntal-mouth and on down the insides of her open thighs as it clenchingly milked her lover's slowly deflating cock of the last few droplets of the precious liquid of his lust. She groaned softly then, letting her legs fall jerkingly out onto the bed on either side of his flanks, a long sigh of enchanted relief escaping her as she felt his softened penis slip from her wetly flooded cunt mouth with a low wet sucking sound.


The following morning, Karen Smith was still too overwhelmed from the obscene thrill of her forbidden sexual coupling with her aunt's dog to feel any significant amount of shame or remorse over what she had done. Oh, admittedly, there had been several light twinges of both in the hours that followed. She wasn't quite that calloused yet, not to realize the unnaturalness or unlawfulness of their abnormal love-making, but the delectable pleasures her darling Bronson had raised and sated within her young susceptible body overshadowed everything else. She loved him with a new-born possessiveness that was as contrary to nature as the lurid act they had committed, and she couldn't help herself even had she wanted to!

God, it was a wonder that she'd kept her head at all, Karen shiveringly rationalized as she picked up the after-breakfast dishes from the booth. She had been that emotionally drained when her handsome animal-lover had withdrawn his sperm-slickened penis from her vagina and backed off of her nakedly prostrate body. She turned now to look down at him stretched out in his favorite corner, his loving dark eyes watching her every move. The curvaceous, vibrant young housewife softly said: "We have our beautiful little secret, don't we, Baby? Oooohhh... you're such a wonderful lover, darling, and Karen loves you so much... I don't know how I ever had wits enough to remember that Steve might well come home with a desire all his own last night?"

And how right she'd been! Cocktails, especially martinis, invariably did it, inciting a superficial virility in him which made for speed rather than endurance. This, on top of the fact that he'd written that big insurance policy for J.L. Woodward had unleashed an amorous tiger in their bed. Thank God, that he had had enough to drink not to notice her excess wetness up between her legs. Proud and dominant, Steve'd taken her, racing his long, thickly hardened penis up into the still animal-sperm slickened sheath of her vagina, until in less than a minute she'd known a renewed excitement, and that's when she had felt the first twinge of shame and remorse over her act with her aunt's dog. But it hadn't lasted any longer than her over-zealous, young husband.

"Now, Angel! Here it cumms! Oh Christ... here it cuummmsss!" he'd cried, as if she hadn't known he was beginning to squirt his thick, scalding sperm with powerful jets she'd felt spewing deeply and hotly up into her already semen-flooded belly!

The shallow anger she'd known had been diluted to a weakness of mild aggravation because of the magnificent loving of Bronson, but her husband didn't know this as she forcibly worked her vaginal muscles, massaging and milking the fiery semen as desperately as she could from his already deflating penis. Had she waited for him and not let Bronson do it to her first, this is what she would've gotten... further frustration!

God, was it any wonder that she'd awakened more filled with love for the handsome German shepherd than a meaningless shame or remorse for what she'd let the love-trained animal do to her? And he was! There wasn't the slightest doubt in Karen's mind but what Aunt Janie had either educated, or had him schooled in his forbidden arts!

She glanced down at him again from where she stood rinsing the dishes for the dishwasher, reading the almost devilish sparks in his dark, animal-eyes, wishing to God she could discern the thoughts or instincts filling his keen brain at that moment! One thing for certain she'd settled upon: he wasn't going to roam the neighborhood anymore! No damned wonder the local wives were blushingly coming up to pet him in the supermarket! The bitches! They'd been taking advantage of his love-oriented temperament! How many of them had he mounted... fucked? A feeling of bitter jealousy scraped through her, leaving smarting and burning mental scratches. Oh yes, Bronson darling, there's a new regime for you as long as you're with Karen, and you're going to be with her forever, once I convince Aunt Janie! The blonde, mini-skirted housewife excitedly planned, feasting her glowing eyes on the languishing, sprawled dog where he lay watching her from his chosen, cool corner of the kitchen.


Steve Smith wasn't pleased with himself, nor exactly feeling up to snuff as he sat behind his desk in the office hung over, but looking busy. If it hadn't been for the policy the slender, chestnut-haired young man with the hazel-eyes had written the night before, he might go douse his head in a toilet and flush it a few times!

What the hell... who was he kidding? Himself? Hardly! Karen was as cold as a dead mackerel's belly, had been from the first night of their honeymoon, and probably always would be! Why? He'd fired her guns before! There'd been times when he'd wanted to stay in bed with her forever! And then, there were those like last night, and a few nights before that, and on and on backward to the beginning! She loved him, he reasoned, or at least, he thought she did! Goddamn, he loved her! Yes, more than anything in the whole frigging world, but sex , a man couldn't deny the necessity of fulfilling sex... could he? No! Damnit, no! He, Steve Smith couldn't, anyway!

"There's a call for you, Mr. Smith," the young short-skirted Shelly from the front desk came back and told him with a smile, her encased full tits thrusting the cotton of her blouse out at him like a pair of tent-poles. "I tried to ring your desk. Must be something wrong. I'll have it checked... You want to try and see if outgoing is working?"

Steve took it, his hazel-eyes still fastened on her forward onthrust. "Mr. Smith, may I help you?"

"Hi, Steve, Don Keller. How's it go?" the friendly deep voice filled his ear and Steve nodded at Shelly that they had contact.

"First rate. With you?"

"Oh great... great, man. Look, wanted to confirm our luncheon. The Shadows Inn at One? That okay with you?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," Steve hesitated, trying to think, then deciding why the hell not? "The Inn, at One."

"I've called in reservations, you know how it is there at Zeneth?"

"Pretty wild. I had two reservations canceled out last week after arriving with damn good clients, too. I don't have to tell you that I didn't sell them."

Don Keller's deep voice warmly laughed. "Well, you can count that this reservation won't be canceled, Steve boy. They know better. Trouble with you is, you're in the wrong field, buddy! I could use a man like you in my office! No crap! With your selling ability, you'd make a hell of a real estate salesman! Well, we can talk about that over lunch, among other things, eh?"

Steve couldn't deny that his neighboring friend's words fired his ego. He smiled to himself above the telephone's mouthpiece. Christ, there were certainly plenty of times he got fed up with this racket. But... "Yeah... we'll talk about it, amongst other things," he laughingly replied.

"Good deal. One o'clock, then, right?"

"I'll be there, Don. See you then."

"Right on, man."

Steve recradled the phone and sat back. His thoughts returned to Karen, punctuated by a few of the flirty Shelly, then some rousing ones that concerned Barbara Keller.

Shelly Daniels was a top-heavy little red-head with boyish hips and a cute face, somewhere in her late teens. She'd been advertising "here 'tis" to him ever since her first day in the office. Except for her dynamic tits, she did nothing for Steve, and even if she had, he would still pass it up. Christ, his Karen had it all, the face, the hair, and the most curvaceous body he'd ever set eyes on! Damn, he had only to see her naked and his crazy cock went wild! If only she could get with him, tie into it the way she had the very first time in the back seat of his car. Man, he'd never seen a girl cum like that, actually fainted dead away and nearly scaring the crap right out of him! He could almost count the number of times she'd climaxed since... though she always started out with plenty of zip, but that was as far as it went, great beginnings and nothing endings...

He'd bet Barbara Keller really knew the way to a man's 'hard'! Now there was a girl, if he were going to play any naughty games, whom, he'd welcome for a partner. What a sexy doll, and the goddamned revealing outfits she wore!

The other night at their dinner party, he remembered how she'd sat during cocktails right across from him straddling the arm of the davenport beside Don, her next-to-nothing mini-dress hiked way up to expose just about all of her full, rounded thighs! But the payoff had been that she'd been wearing only panty-hose beneath, no bikinis over them as Karen did, and the manner in which she'd sat there with her thighs spread around the arm of the davenport, he'd been able to see the entire outline of her pussy through the sheer nylon! Hell, she had to know he was looking and what he could see... her very crevice between those puffy little cunt-lips and the shadowing ringlets of black pubic curls!

Damn, he hadn't dared to stand up for an hour, his cock had gotten so frigging hard! Oh, she'd known, all right, because she'd caught him gaping several times, but still she'd never moved or changed her exposing position... nothing, only smiled, her dark eyes dancing and sparkling each time she'd caught him feasting!

Why had she done it? Hell, he knew the extent of his physical attraction, which never ceased to make him wonder in awe why Karen had ever fallen for him. Barbara's had been the old come-on if he'd ever seen it employed! Damn, it could only mean one thing when a girl... wife, or whatever, displayed her wares the way she had. Barbara Keller was letting him know that he could have some if he wanted it! And more and more, he was beginning to wonder if he didn't!

What the hell, he was thinking like a cunt-struck hair-brain! Lay the possibility of losing Karen on the line for a sexy piece of ass? No, he was not apt to, nor of making an enemy of Don Keller, either... but he'd bet his left testicle that she would be one wild and sexy fuck, all right! She had all the qualifications, like Karen, with one more needed ingredient... hot desire, and that was as obvious as the goddamned hardness of his cock from just thinking about her! Well, he better start getting rid of that before he attempted to walk past Shelly and the other girls, or he might just have to have his lunch sent in!


Around mid-morning, Karen changed into casual slacks and blouse, leashed Bronson and drove their second car, a six-year old station wagon, to the shopping center. The striking animal sat upright on the seat beside her, flashing his affectionate eyes in her direction each time she spoke to him in her special way. Though she had ample reason to concentrate on prospective shopping, the long-haired, shapely girl could not rid her still-excited mind of the sensual delights her handsome passenger had brought her the night before. Throughout the morning, it had been the same, her infused thoughts constantly returning to their obscenely bizarre love-making, mental pictures of it all vividly flashing again and again in her head.

Actually, Karen realized as she carefully drove, it had been either a matter of forcing herself out of the house, or taking her darling to bed again! She had worked herself up to that sensual degree by the simple exercising of her memory bank alone! Not that she didn't intend to again very, very soon, probably that afternoon in fact, for she had to experience it all over... except that this time it would not be hazed by liquor! She wanted to be certain it was as magnificent as she now visualized, but there were still other things to be done, too.

Besides, grocery shopping, she intended to buy a lengthy measure of good rope at the hardware to keep her philandering animal-lover at home. Just the thought of her neighboring wives taking advantage of his unique training jealously enraged her. And until that very moment, it hadn't occurred to the young new wife what those very depraved women must imagine took place between her and the amorous Bronson!

It struck Karen with more than a minor jolt what nature of opinions they had to arrive at! None of them were aware, excepting Barbara, that Bronson was only a temporary ward, that he actually belonged to her Aunt Janie! Good God! It was no wonder they seldom spoke to her and only to him as they petted his grand head! They were probably as jealous and hate-filled of her as she had suddenly found herself of them!

The blonde, blue-eyed beauty sensed an emptiness, a vacuum that only guilt could cause, abruptly come into being at the base of her soft belly. For a long moment, her intelligent young brain swam. Fear, too, clutched at her. Supposing Steve should somehow find out through one of those wives... especially if she tied Bronson up and they couldn't... couldn't use him anymore? God! But she had to keep him home away from them! He belonged to her, and she wasn't about to share him!

"Oh, Bronson, you, you naughty Don Juan!" Karen sharply snapped over at him, bringing his rounded, surprised brown-eyes to focus on her. She knew he sensed the anger in her tone. "Why have you had to be so damned promiscuous, and you were, I know you were! God... I could just cry!"

She didn't, of course; she was too irate over it all. Instead, she finally parked and set out for the supermarket, already determined to brazen it with her degenerate neighbors one by one as they met, and she hadn't long to wait...

The first was an overweight, buxom woman in her late thirties who spotted Bronson and approached to pet him in the customary blushing fashion Karen had not understood before. The woman's sneering little eyes raked over the prepared young housewife as if she were vermin, at the same time a pussy smile spreading her apple-face.

"Oh, you know Bronson, do you?" Karen sing-songed. "How nice. He has so many more friends than I do... seems to have met every wife in the neighborhood in a little over a week."

"Y-Yes... he comes to my backdoor once in awhile," the hefty girl replied, again sweeping her small, vicious eyes over the neighbor she had not met. "I feed him and he comes back. He's such a beautiful animal."

Karen smiled, but with anything except warmth. "Yes, he is that , and talented, too. He's a show-dog, you know, Mrs?"

"Thornton," she informed.

"So nice to meet you, at last, Mrs. Thornton. I'm Mrs. Smith, and I've wanted to get around and talk to you ladies in the neighborhood regarding Bronson. He is only boarding with me for a few weeks, you know, and the owner when he left him with us let us know that Bronson had... well, some unusual traits, shall we say. It seems that he was once a carnival dog and used in some rather rare, forbidden feats, but these he seldom resorts to unless goaded."

"Really?" the other managed, her tiny eyes expanding into a feigned shock.

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Mrs. Thornton," Karen casually went on. "But he has such a loving temperament that I've hesitated to tie him home... up until this morning when I heard he... he... well, let's say he'd been a bit indiscreet with one of our teasing neighbors."

"Really, Mrs. Smith?" the plump girl questioned, her eager tongue snaking out to lap at puffy, red-toned lips. "What did he do? Who was it?"

"Well... resorted to his carnival-show training, I'm afraid... and that's why I've finally decided to tie him after all."

"Ooohhh, that's a shame," the other moaned. "He's such a beautiful dog. I-I loved to have him call on me."

"Yes... I'm sure you did, Mrs. Thornton. You have that certain way with animals which too many people lack," Karen insinuated. "I can see by the way Bronson's rubbing against you. But then... he is such a loving darling, isn't he, Mrs. Thornton?"

"Y-Yes... yes, he is."

The gloating Karen had walked away from the stammering heavyweight feeling like the proverbial cat which had just digested the canary... except that the fat bitch had been anything but a bird! And then, there were two more who excitedly dashed up to pet her lover and work at degrading his mistress with their accusing eyes. They too, had shied off open-mouthed, the flush in their warped faces more from shame then excitement at seeing her darling, once she had finished with them. Goddamn them... she'd fix them all!

Bronson felt a hurt within his big, muscular body. He had never been tied up before. A leash held in the hand of his loving mistress was one thing, but to be secured by a long length of rope tied to a tree was quite another! He couldn't ignore the feeling of sorrow which filled him, or that of sudden loneliness. Why had she done this? At first, he'd been allowed to wander as he felt the urge... had made many friends who fed him and took him inside to mate with them...

He walked around the yard, testing the strength of his new imprisonment. It was strong, too strong to break. He whimpered to himself, Why? Why? his keen intellect questioned. He loved her! This was a hateful thing she had done to him. He could no longer go to the field and run! She had taken his freedom away, that first wonder he had quickly learned to love so much! The rope pulled at the collar around his throat... pulled more angrily when he strained against it! He hated it! Wrath began to seethe inside him. With bowed head he walked in small circles. This couldn't go on! He despised it! To run and play and enjoy the trained things, that was what he loved! His Karen had done a terrible thing to him! The powerful German shepherd's inner fury grew!


Earlier that morning, Don had called to let Barbara know his luncheon date with Steve Smith was still on and that he intended to pour it to their neighbor, along with the martinis, just the way they had rehashed it the night before. Not that the voluptuous, onyx-eyed brunette ever felt the need for an aphrodisiac, but the way Don had painted mental images of what it would be like for her with Steve had certainly reacted on her as one. God, she'd gone wild, and so had he, neither of them able to get enough. He'd tongued her raging pussy right there on the living room davenport for a good half-hour, until she'd lost track of her climaxes, before fucking her the first time on the floor. Then, it had been into the bedroom for another fierce bout with him taking her from behind, his big, long, thick cock pumping into her fire-filled vagina like a beautiful battering ram, and still neither of them had been ready to quit.

Barbara's yet roused brain sensually reflected the lustful scenes from their wild sex-party as she went about straightening up the house. Her dark-eyes glowed with the pornographic stimulant of her husband's lewdly phrased word-pictures of what she should look forward to and with what she should surprise the young Mr. Smith.

"Now, if he's anything like me, baby, he loves to have his cock sucked," Don had goadingly suggested as they lay there naked and breathing heavy from the animal-fashion fucking he'd just given her. His arm was around her, his strong hand fondling her full breast and worrying its tiny, hardened nipple, while she lovingly played with his still partially swollen, amazing big cock. "What do you think?"

"Don, I hope so, darling!" she honestly exclaimed. It was one of her favorite erotic acts. Nothing could turn her on like the hot, hardened feel of a thick, virile cock in her mouth. And invariably when it squirted its scalding-sweet cum down her throat she would cum like an earthquake by the mere squeezing of her full thighs together to massage her clit between the educated lips of her never unsensuous cunt. "Though I've yet to find a man who doesn't. And would that be some sort of hint you're passing on to me, Mr. Keller?"

He'd chuckled, giving her swollen breast an almost painful, loving squeeze, sending revived little chills of desire up her naked back. "Well now, seeing you put it that way... why don't you just demonstrate how you'll suck old Steve... I mean, kind of practice on me."

Again, she'd trembled with anticipating excitement, never hesitating as she leaned over him to trail her soft, moistened lips down across the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she'd said: "And you can imagine that I'm Karen sucking your big cock for you, but I want you to keep telling me what Steven and I will do! Go on, lover, please?" Her fingernails scratched lightly over his re-stiffened hardness which was still wet and shiny from their fucking. She crawled between his spread legs to hover on all fours with her face just above its towering length, knowing that he could feel her hot breath washing over it.

"Ah... he'll lick your hot cunt... bury his tongue right up that tight pussy hole... unh!" he had tried, choking out a grunt as haunched there, she began to stroke his thick rod of hardness first with one hand and then between both of them with a slow, pressuring motion. He'd groaned again, thrusting his lean loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his now rock-hardened penis.

"Mmmmmm," Barbara had hummed, both as a signal for him to continue telling her, and an added little thrill of vibration that she well knew set him right up. "Mmmmmmmmmm!"

"Oh fuck, ooohhh... he'll lick your little asshole and, and try to worm, ooohh worm his hot tongue into it!" he groaned once more, reaching down and tangling his fingers in her short hair to guide the rhythm of her now bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his own from the pillow to watch her contorted face lustfully stuffed full. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for her when she watched his laving tongue working in the open wet crevice of her pink cunt.

And then, she no longer cared whether he went on with his lurid visions or not, her rapt attention centered on the pulsating hardness fucking into her mouth. Sometimes, she imagined it to be Steve's, but it wasn't necessary to increase the sensation building in her soft belly and feverish loins. She sucked up off of it then and began to play over the purple, spongy glans with her tongue, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of its tiny slit the way all men liked. He tremored beneath her as once more she worked the heavy outer layer of skin up and down, finally drawing it all the way back to slide her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy rod, enclosing the swollen rubbery head in a hot, moist pressure. She tightened them elastically around its solid thickness and again began moving her head in the lewd motion that sucking a cock thrillingly demanded.

"Oh shit... suck it, honey!" Don gasped, as she cupped the flaccid flesh of his cum-bloating balls gently with one hand and stroked the base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other. At the same time, she twirled her saliva-coated tongue spiritedly around the smooth, fiery head with every upward suck, letting the tip flick incitingly across its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex and imagined his head still raised to watch the lust-infusing sight her obscenely bobbing labors below made for him.

She sensed his throbbing reaction and began to suck his big cock harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting hard flesh, leaving small white trails beneath the surface of the skin. In uncontrollable masochistic hunger, she began taking more and more of it into her mouth toward her throat, sliding her hands beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins up tighter toward her face. Furiously, she swirled her tongue around and around the swelling head of his huge cock, until she knew it was near the bursting point, almost all of its thick length plunging deep into her throat!

It was then that she had tightened her thighs together, Barbara heatedly remembered, massaging their soft fullness against one another rhythmically to squeeze her flushed cunt lips between, and in turn, the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect clit. Almost immediately, great swirls of heat began to pressure in her seething loins and belly. She felt her swollen breasts dancing and swaying delightfully to her slaving motions. Beneath her, the muscles of Don's lean belly tautened like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the bed to push even further into the hot cavern of her wetly sucking mouth and throat. He began to groan incessantly, the signal for her that he was only seconds away. She set herself, fervidly straining her thighs and cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate moment of his climax, knowing that the first taste of his hot, sweet cum was all she needed to detonate the ecstasy!

Suddenly, he rasped: "Oh, sweet pussy! Fuck... fuck! Suck it cock-girl! Shove it down your throat! Here, it's cuuummmiinngggg!"

Now, Barbara shuddered with a chill of passion as she remembered the way his throbbing cock had shot its thick, boiling load of sperm into her sucking mouth, the very first nectarous taste bursting the bubble inside her Wildly, she'd sucked as he emptied his cum-filled balls, his hands tangled cruelly in her hair while she swallowed the white, hot gushes bloating her cheeks down into her raging belly!

Ooohh, what a night that had been, and as thrilling a lover as Steve Smith might turn out to be, the roused, raven-haired wife knew that he could never out-perform her lusty husband.

God, she'd worked herself right up into a sizzling tizzy just remembering and anticipating. This would never do... not even mid-day and a case of the hots. She laughed to herself, as if there was something new about that. All the same, she had no intentions of playing lewd little finger-games with her pussy today. Besides, sometimes the pleasures of hot-pants were more tauntingly exciting than the satisfying of them. No, she'd just slip into a bikini and go out beside the pool for some sun. In fact, she'd remove her halter out there and get a good dose... their backyard was that secluded.

It didn't make Karen feel any better to know that Bronson was unhappy with his new curtailing rope, and she could readily see he was by the way he was walking around in circles with flattened ears, presenting a picture so unlike him. She'd watched off and on from the kitchen window, especially when at one point he'd barked loudly, then began to howl. Though she could understand how he must feel after being able to run fancy free, there was nothing else to be done. The thought of him being used sexually by her lustful female neighbors had filled her with a jealous nausea. She could almost scratch their eyes out!

"Anyway, darling," she whispered softly to herself as she watched him uneasily stalk around the yard, "Karen's going to make you happy in a little while... right after lunch, I think. She'll bring you inside and you can go into the bedroom and bath with her... watch her undress, then bathe... like last night. Yes, it's going to be just like last night for us, lover!"

But there was no way that Bronson could know his new mistress' intentions, or that she'd been watching him and had now turned away from the window to prepare both of them some lunch. Instead, he knew only the hurting bitterness growing within his powerful body at his shocking imprisonment. No human had ever treated him this way before, and it was not only impossible for him to understand, but the more impossible because she, his golden-haired Karen, had done it!

Mild fury toward her rankled inside him, so much so that he ignored her and the plate of food she brought to set beside the tree for him. She came to where he had lain down and bent over him, petting his head.

"Come on, lover, aren't you hungry? Are you that put-out with Karen?"

Her sounds were soft and warm as always, but they didn't satisfy him as they had in the past. The rope stood between them, and the young, possessive housewife in her unnatural love, felt his displeased indignation. It would take a little time, she reasoned as she gazed lovingly down at him. Soon, he'd be used to it, as he would've been by now had she done this in the beginning.

"I'm sorry, darling, but Karen had to tie you. She couldn't have you making love to every woman in the neighborhood! You're her... my lover, you handsome angel, and very shortly you're coming inside to prove it. Just a little while longer, after I finish some things I have to do. Then, darling, you and I are... well... we are!"

Bronson listened to the silky sounds he'd become attached to and which now confused him. Was she going to untie him, let him free again? He got to his feet and watched her, waiting, hoping... But she walked away toward the house, crooning something back at him, yet leaving him tied there even as he whimpered after her.

"You eat, darling, then Karen will bring you inside. Please eat now like a good baby."

And then, she was gone again, with nothing left but the hateful rope between him and freedom! He turned on it with a vengeance, a deep growl angrily sounding in his throat, his powerful white teeth sinking into the woven strands of hemp to sever it bit by bit. Constantly, the brief while it took the infuriated animal to destroy his confining bond, throaty snarls poured from him... until at last it was done and with a single bounce he ran and leaped easily over the back gate to gallop along the alley.

Bronson chose a different direction for no particular reason, unmindful of the length of chewed rope which dangled from his collar and trailed along behind him. He followed the alley to the street, crossed it and entered into the mouth of a second. Free once more, the big German shepherd's wrath quickly left him and he trotted happily along with no particular destination in mind. It was the soft faint sound of music, beyond a wall that intrigued him and as effortlessly as he'd leaped over the gate of his own yard, he repeated the feat to investigate.

Bronson saw the dark-haired girl lying beside the water, close to the small radio, her nearly naked body showing whitely against the sun- colored towel stretched out beneath her. She lay on her belly, her cheek resting on a small pillow, her arms comfortable enfolded near her head. She was the girl who answered to the sound of Barbara, the big animal immediately recognized as he moved toward her. He whimpered and she raised her head.

"Well... I seem to have company," Barbara responded, looking and finally smiling at the handsome German shepherd. "And just how did you get in here, Bronson... if you didn't jump over the gate? I know it's locked because I just checked it."

Again, Bronson whimpered, watching as she turned over to sit upright, her naked breasts, full and thrusting forward with their colorful crests pointing teasingly at him. She reached out, petting his head and continuing to smile.

The beautiful animal had found a soft place in Barbara's heart from the first day of his arrival, though she'd had little to do with him. It was the first time he'd wandered over to visit her, but she knew that Karen let him romp around the neighborhood, that, somewhat surprising her. There was always the chance that he might run off or be stolen, and after all, her blonde young neighbor was supposed to be looking after him for her aunt...

"Hello... what's this?" the onyx-eyed brunette questioned, noticing for the first time the length of rope dangling from his collar. "Hmmmm... looks as if someone did have you tied, darling, Karen, maybe... or has someone else been trying to keep you for their own? Come closer and let Barbara untie it, then we'll go inside and call Karen."

Bronson let her gently draw his head closer so that she could remove the terrible rope he had chewed... closer until the colorful hardened tips of her soft, white breasts were almost brushing against his nose, the sweet smelling essence of them filling his keen nostrils. Reflexively, he licked out with his smooth wet tongue!

The unexpected contact caused Barbara to jerk back with a start, her widening eyes bursting into a sparkle as she looked at him. "Why ... why you old lecher! Just what made you do that?" she half- whispered as she stared wonderingly at his almost grinning, handsome animal-face, the expression in his rounded, big brown eyes one which she was familiar with in the human male animal, but certainly never in a dog. They were twinkling... seductively twinkling! as if he were well aware of what he'd done and would like very much to do it again!

The temptation was too great for the voluptuous young neighbor woman to by-pass. She felt a tiny ripple of excitement in her belly as again she leaned forward to unknot the piece of rope, consciously thrusting her naked, full mounds slightly toward him. And again, he did it, his long length of hot, wet tongue grazing meaningfully over the sensitive, hardened nipple of her left breast! Nor did it stop after one or two laving swipes against the warm sensual flesh! Instead, Barbara gaped excitedly down to watch his long, thick tongue curl in a heated wetness over their smooth, fleshy resilience, moving from one to the other to affectionately lick their undersides as well as upward through the deep cleft between them! Again and again, her breathing beginning to hitch in her throat, Barbara watched the pink length of his long fluid tongue graze hotly over the erect, berry-like nipples of her nakedly swelling tits, the feverish sensations she had known earlier quickly rousing from their dormant state.

"Oooohhh, you loving devil you!" the ardently astonished brunette whispered in a tremulous, throaty voice. She had finally fumbled the length of rope from his collar, and suddenly she braced her hands behind her and leaned back in that half-erect position, the very nature of it thrusting her up-tilted, full breasts even more invitingly forward in their white nakedness. She held her breath and waited, the now simmering little sensations racing through her tingling belly causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushing pussy-lips to dampen the wispy bikini crotch band between her thighs!

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, disappointing Barbara, but only for a moment, then, he whimpered and moved forward to wedge her long legs willingly apart with his own legs, dropping his head and once more his hot tongue darted out to provocatively wash over her exposed, rising and falling breasts!

Wild emotions began to fill the raven-haired girl as she stared into his deep-brown, dancing eyes raised upward to focus on her face while his long, fervent tongue continued to lovingly lick her naked tits! He knew exactly what he was doing, and what it was doing to her! She could see it... read it there in his devilishly gleaming eyes! My God, she was beginning to see the inside, but, but, a dog? Suddenly, his incessant, searing tongue began to work downward over the softly giving flesh of her belly, dipping into her navel and downward... until finally he was sniffing between her legs, as if he could smell the slowly awakening heat of her moistened pussy!

He whimpered while Barbara stared with incredulity, the lustful sensations his hotly probing nose was firing in her loins were nothing short of rank obscenity! And it was the latter as much as anything, the voluptuously sensual girl concluded, which could irresistibly drive her to submit to him! And then, a mind-shattering realization dawned!

Her next door neighbor, Karen Smith's, lover! No wonder she hadn't seen a man leave yesterday morning! There wasn't any man! "I-It was you, wasn't it, darling!" Barbara hissed at the whining animal still sniffing at her aroused bikini-concealed vaginal split. "Of course! You came out of that washroom first, then Karen with that silly bone, her face blushing like a little girl who'd just been caught fingering herself!" The excited young neighbor woman sat upright, taking Bronson's head between her hands to raise and stare into his eyes. "What was she letting you do to her in that room, you handsome lover? Lick her pussy, maybe? Was that it, baby, do you like to lick women's pussies? Well... Barbara just happens to have a real hot one that needs tonguing something fierce, and if that's your secret trick, you and I are going to get on famously!"

With that, the curvaceous brunette was on her feet, wanton sensations charging incitingly through her. "Come on, Bronson darling... let's go into the house and find out if Barbara's hit the nail on the head... or something!"

Bronson happily trotted along behind the beautiful young woman who had draped the towel around her shoulders, concealing her naked breasts, the piquant fragrance of her mating heat firing his trained instincts. He had not been in her house, nor ever smelled the rising aroma of female excitement from the hotly burning vaginal crevice between her legs before. It had been more potent than most, impulsively attracting him with its pleasureful promise, and he was eager to sample it again , but as always, he must wait until she bade him.

She led him into a room where there was the biggest bed he had ever seen. It was round with many pillows and she walked toward it. She turned then to look down at him, her dark eyes sparkly, a faint smile widening her pleasing face as she dropped the towel to expose her white, firmly rounded breasts once more.

"Now, we'll see what we shall see, darling!" she sounded softly. "Just what has young Mrs. Karen Smith been letting you do to her while her husband's at work, you handsome devil?"

Watching her, Bronson keenly detected the tiny shiver ripple upwards along her white flesh, causing the colorful pointed mounds of her breasts to quiver like soft jelly, then sway even more as she began to roll the thin bikini panties down over her smoothly rounded hips. He watched through unflinching eyes the darkened area of soft pubic curls and the puffy fleshed lips of her glistening little cunt mouth as it was revealed before him. She wiggled lightly and the thin, flimsy material slipped down her long, trim legs to the floor where she stepped out of it, then stood there with hands on hips, thighs pressed forward and slightly spread as she gazed excitedly down at him.

"What now, lamb?" Barbara throatily questioned, intensive charges of lurid sensuality hotly aglow inside her at the obscene act she lustfully hoped was going to take place. God, his animal-eyes, she felt certain, were reflecting as much anticipating desire as she knew hers must be! Was it possible? Once more, a series of feverish little chills swept over her as she stood there waiting, but he didn't move... merely stared hungrily at her, his beautiful ears standing erect, his tail slightly wagging! "Just how do we... we get this little party under way, precious... that is, if Barbara hasn't misjudged."

Bronson's avid eyes never left her curved, white nakedness standing before him, his yearning growing rapidly, but his training holding him back. He had no way of knowing why they sometimes made him wait; his real mistress had never done that. And then, she was crawling onto the big, round bed to lie back, her eyes still fastened on him. Why didn't she call him?

It occurred to Barbara that maybe the beautiful big animal was more aggressive to the reclining position, associating the way she had lain beside the pool when he'd approached her. But still, he didn't move... simply stood there staring at her through feverish, seductive eyes that were driving her wild with anticipation! Damn!

"Well come on, damnit! Come up here you handsome brute and do whatever it is you do... if you do anything at all!" the naked, raven- haired young neighbor woman feverishly commanded, patting the huge bed with her small hand.

And he did, with the most graceful, effortless leap Barbara could imagine, the expression in his loving eyes and on his handsome animal- face almost passionately human as he moved up over her from the side, then leaned down to again graze his long, thick tongue over her desire- swollen breast with a hot licking wetness!


While finishing up the few minor household chores she'd set herself to complete, Karen intentionally allowed her mind to play a small, dreamy game of slowly building desire. She wanted to be as sensually excited as she had been last night, but without the benefit of liquor, and her fervid memories of the grand fucking her darling Bronson had given her was all she needed. She thought in lewd, four-letter terms, the lust-inciting words that Barbara could and did use so casually. Fuck and cunt and cock and cum constantly flashed in her mind as she mentally pictured the beautifully forbidden love-party they had shared. And it was going to be as heavenly when she brought him in very shortly, the moment she finished rinsing out the pairs of nylon panty-hose filling the sink.

Flashes of her husband, Steve's gentle face, interrupted her thoughts, but she wouldn't let him remain. What she and Bronson shared had nothing to do with her flustrating husband... nothing! She loved him and always would, but if he knew the truth he should be thankful that the magnificent German shepherd had come into her life! What might've happened with other strange men if he hadn't, Karen didn't want to even imagine!

Finished with her last personal task, the roused curvaceous housewife scooped up the sheer garments with intentions of hanging them on the umbrella clothes-lines in the backyard, at the same time freeing Bronson and bringing him back inside. She smiled to herself, stirring enchantment whirl-pooling at the base of her belly and downward into her tingling loins at the thoughts of what it was going to be like. God, could she ever thank Aunt Janie enough for bringing her such erotic thrills? And just how was she going to make her Aunt Janie know that she had to have him? Well, there was still time to work that out and she would, because she truly intended to keep him...

Karen stopped short outside the backdoor, her eyes widening, a strange sensation of astonished emptiness completely engulfing her! She scanned the yard in a glance, knowing that he was gone from the sickening sight of the rope's empty end lying unmoving on the lawn! She dropped the plastic pan of wash, and ran to pick up the rope's chewed end. Tears uncontrollably bubbled upward into her eyes, brimming there. For a moment, the shocked new wife couldn't think, and then, she began to!

He had run away! She never should've tied him! He was at one of her neighbor bitches, fucking her like an animal! Or maybe, he'd gone to the field! Had someone stolen him? No... the rope was chewed... angrily chewed! Oh God, she'd made a terrible mistake in tying him up! But, but it wasn't going to do any good just standing there bawling! She had to do something, but what? Call the police? Stupid, without even canvassing the neighborhood first to see if she could find him! Yes! That's what was to do! Scour the whole neighborhood, and if she found him with one of the bitches taking advantage of him, she'd call the police! She'd have her arrested! She would! She would!


Barbara Keller needed no priming to fan her voluptuous curves into a glowing furnace of lust. She realized this as she lay thrillingly naked beneath the wet, searing caresses of Bronson's loving tongue, once again hotly stroking the swollen mounds of her nipple-hardened breasts. She watched with fevered eyes his every incredible, passion-wetting lick, wildly beginning to wonder how this lewd sexual act had ever escaped her! God, and she'd thought there was nothing under the sun in the realm of sex that she'd left untried!

"Ooohhh, you precious doll!" the excited, sensually oriented wife mewled, gently stroking his big, fur-covered head while he continued to graze his fiery, thick tongue damply over her exposed tits. And then, he was working downward once more as he had beside the pool, causing her breaths to shorten in nearly frantic anticipation. "Th- That's right, darling!" she gasped, luridly spreading her full thighs which were already beginning to quiver. "All the way down to Barbara's pussy! Get between my legs, Bronson lamb... yes... like that... like that!"

But with all of her past experiences, Barbara still had nothing to measure by, none that she could draw upon to know what would happen next! She knew only that she wanted to make it as enticingly magnetic as possible for him, and she raised her legs to obscenely draw her rounded thighs back until her knees were flattening out the yielding resilience of her swollen, full breasts, her knees almost touching her shoulders. Then, with head raised slightly from the pillow she stared down between them to breathlessly watch!

He whimpered and a potent, frenetic little sensation charged over her sensitized flesh as she watched him lower his head and begin to sniff once more at her pussy, except that this time it was nakedly exposed and waiting! She felt his cold wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her flushed cunt-lips and taut thighs! Suddenly, she sensed it... the first contact there of his hotly branding tongue! Impulsively, she squirmed beneath its fluid hotness as it began to ardently lick up and down the smooth vale between the tensed, writhing mounds of her upraised buttocks! Her heart pounded, the fervid blood racing through her veins from his sizzling animal- tongue glazing the sensorial area surrounding her tiny, puckered little anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

"Ooohhh... damn, you do know it all, don't you, baby?" Barbara gasped, her mind filled with delicious amazement at the obscene skill of his fiery tongue! "But Barbara doesn't believe you learned that all by yourself! You, you've had a very sexy teacher... oohhh!" Again, he was taunting her tiny puckered asshole, until finally she felt his tongue tip burning a wet path slowly upward toward the sensuously swollen lips of her smoldering cunt! A tremor of impassioned animalism brushed over the nerve-ends of her satiny flesh as he swept it wetly along the moistened pink crevice between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks, then over the entire length of her hair-lined pussy! From the babyish mouth of her snugly clenched little asshole, it traced without relenting, to the pink, desire-fleshed edges of her excited cunt-lips, and at last to the tiny, erect bud of her clit!

"Unnhhhhh!" the voluptuously inflamed girl moaned, lifting her head higher to better see between her obscenely drawn-up legs and thighs the unbelievable tonguing the beautiful dog was giving her! Seething stabs of mounting lust saturated her naked body at the sight of his moistly melting tongue curling over her super-sensitive vaginal slit! Again and again he did it while she gaspingly watched his thick length of fluid flesh spreading deeply through the flowing wetness of yielding, pink cunt with all the knowledge of any human male she'd ever laid down and spread her legs for!

It didn't, didn't, didn't stop, and that was the absolute ecstasy of the entire sordid scene to Barbara! God, somewhere, sometime, she'd heard about dogs and women, but she'd never given it even a second thought! Then, suddenly her girl friend, Linda Farnum, and her big Boxer, Fonda, momentarily penetrated the lurid haze rapidly lifting her up and away. Was this why Linda kept the huge animal? But Fonda was a female? Sooo? Linda loved to eat pussy, too, didn't she, and little Barbara could understand that all right, after getting fucked by Linda's husband, Frank, disappointedly a few times... But, ooohhh... couldn't concentrate on it now... not with the way Bronson was splaying the glistening, pink flesh of her flame-filled pussy with his hotly lathing tongue, fin