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                                    WARNING:

     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.

     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not
an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any
further.

     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.

     I can only be the "TheEditor."

                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 1

     They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door,
leaning on one another and staggering a little.  Then both quieted down as they
stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and not quite
remembering how.  The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and then fished out
a key.  For several seconds he tried to fit it into the lock, finally swearing
good-naturedly:

     "If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!"

     "Oh, Jack, don't say such things," the young woman giggled, looking around
nervously.  "The neighbors might hear."

     "Fuck the neighbors," the man answered in a slightly slurred voice. All at
once the key slid in the lock and he opened the door, starting inside, but then
he halted and, giving an exaggerated bow, spoke grandly to his female
companion.

     "Would the lady care to enter?" he said with a little hiccup.  And the
lady did enter, sweeping majestically into the house, her entry marred only
when she tripped a little on the doorsill.  The man followed her in and shut
the door.

     "Oh, Christ, what a party," he said, collapsing into a chair.

     "Yes, and I hope you don't remember a thing tomorrow.  Do you know what
you did?  You were dancing on your knees on that funny old table with a
lampshade..."

     "Enough!" Jack ordered.  "We got better things to do than talk about
parties that've already happened.  C'mere, wench."  He reached his arms up
commandingly, but the woman pirouetted coquettishly just out of his reach,
pretending shyness.  She was young, in her early twenties, of average height --
but beyond that, there wasn't anything else average about her. Long heavy
blonde hair cascaded down to frame a truly lovely fine-boned face, highlighted
by a pair of huge blue eyes set like Alpine lakes against her creamy
rose-tinted complexion.  While her dress was cut fairly modestly, neither too
low in the front nor too short, it could not entirely hide the lush ripe body
underneath.  Although she was a blonde, she was not a frosty blonde, but rather
a warm soft combination of golds and rich creams and tender yellow rose petals.
All in all she was a very desirable young woman, and the man called Jack was
obviously aware of it, as he should have been.  They were married -- Jack and
Angela Sims.

     "Ah-ha, going to play hard to get," Jack teased, jumping up from the
chair.  For an instant he staggered and almost fell backward but, quickly
regaining his balance, the obviously tipsy young man took out after his wife as
she ran squealing and laughing toward the bedroom.  Cornered near the bed, the
lovely young blonde turned at bay, holding up her hands protectingly.

     "Oh, please, sir, I beg of you, don't ravish an innocent young girl," she
begged in a high falsetto.

     "You're out of luck, baby.  You'll never walk out of here a virgin," the
man growled in mock threat.  Reaching out, he circled the young beauty with his
arms and pressed her violently to him.  As their lips met, all pretense faded
and they melted together in a long passionate kiss.

     "Oh, Jack," Angela breathed, "do that again."  She drew in her breath
sharply as her husband's right hand slipped up under her dress, sliding for a
moment over her satiny thighs, moving insistently up toward the soft
curl-covered "vee" above.  For a moment her legs clamped tightly together, not
to protect her modesty, but in unconscious reaction to the burning power of his
touch.

     "Oh, Jack," she breathed again, and her body seemed to go limp against
his.  Without a word he reached around behind her back and unzipped her dress.
Reaching down he began to draw the dress upward, baring his wife's firm
graceful thighs as the dress snaked up over her body.  He had a moment's
trouble working the material up over the voluptuous swell of her breasts, but
she helped, raising her arms obediently, and a moment later the dress was off
and her hair settled back down over her shoulders in a golden cloud.  The young
beauty was left wearing only her lacy brassiere, white bikini panties and
pantyhose.  The brassiere went next.

     Once again the young man reached behind his willing captive, unsnapping
her brassiere and then pulling it impatiently forward, down over her arms,
letting free the firmly rounded breasts which quivered a little as the girl's
body swayed from her husband's rough handling.  The young man stared hungrily
down at the perfect full mounds of soft cream-white flesh, noticing that the
cooler air in the room was already making the pale pink nipples harden
involuntarily.  With a stifled groan, the young husband bent a little lower and
buried his head between the resilient roundness, then began to eagerly slide
his wet lips over the hard berry-like little tips, nipping lightly with his
teeth.

     "Aaah," his wife moaned in helpless pleasure, letting her hands move up
his strong muscular back to work lovingly into his thick brown hair, pressing
him even more tightly against her sensitively palpitating breasts.  Jack then
slid slowly down to his knees, never letting his lips leave his wife's naked
flesh, until finally his neck was bent upward at a sharp angle.  Hooking his
fingers in the narrow elastic band that girdled his wife's hips, he pulled
down, slowly working her panties and pantyhose together down over her richly
flaring hips, pausing a moment as her thighs began to be bared, to reach up and
lightly caress with his fingertips the sparse golden down up between them.

     The young wife had already kicked off her shoes, and in sudden impatience
Jack pulled down hard on the material in his hands, wanting to get the
disrobing over with.

     "Watch out," Angela said.  "Don't tear them."

     "The hell with that," Jack answered, his voice hoarse with passion, "I'll
buy you another pair.  Dozens."  Without saying another word the excited young
man buried his burning lips into the smooth flesh just below his wife's navel,
causing her stomach muscles to suck in from the sudden shock of his touch.  The
young woman swayed for a moment above her husband, her fingers tangling
reflexively in his hair, half in defense, half in delight, as the young man's
hotly working lips slid lower and lower over her belly, finally nibbling at the
top of her softly curled pussy hair.

     "D-Do you think we should make love after drinking so much?" she asked
shakily, almost as if she hoped he wouldn't answer, and he didn't, only slid
his hands around to seize her by the hips, his thumbs digging into her tender
belly.  For a long moment the young wife stood in indecision.  She knew what
her husband seemed about to do.  He was going to lick her down there between
the legs!  Never in her young life had this been done to her before, and some
part of her mind warned her that it was wrong, depraved.  All her training told
her to pull Jack's head away from her this instant, but at the same time a hot
flush of passion swept over her body, partly fueled perhaps by the alcohol that
boiled through her system, but she didn't care.  She stood still in trembling
anticipation as her husband's lewdly questing lips slid lower into her vaginal
hair, reaching at last the top of her anxiously quivering cuntal slit...

     "Damn!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his mouth away.  "I've got to get
out of my clothes before I lose my mind."  Lurching to his feet, the frenzied
young man began tearing desperately at his clothes, leaving his wife standing
alone and naked, disappointment and relief playing games within her head.  The
anticipatory tingling high up between her thighs quickly changed to
belly-twisting frustration.

     To get her mind off what she considered obscene and unnatural thoughts,
the naked young goddess fastened her attention on her husband as he quickly
shed his clothes, appreciating for the hundredth time his strong chest as it
was quickly bared before her.  He was a lot taller than she -- six feet to her
five feet five, but she liked the way she was able to nestle into his arms, and
remembered that when they were both naked his penis dug deliciously into her
belly, igniting hungers there so strong that they made her a little ashamed.
Jack was fumbling with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his
legs, kicking them unceremoniously into a comer, then stood up to face her,
wearing only his shorts.  Angela could see that his penis was already hard,
pushing the material out from his loins like the white beak of some strange
bird. Finally, looking his wife straight in the eye, Jack pulled his shorts
down, Ms rigidly erect penis springing free, bouncing gently in front of her
fascinated gaze.  The young wife blushed at her own boldness and looked quickly
away.

     "What's the matter, don't you like it anymore?" her husband asked with a
little laugh, and then laughing no more, he started toward her, lust written
all over his face.  Angela expected him to take her in his arms again, but
instead the desire-inflamed young man pushed her backward toward the bed,
causing her to lose her balance as the mattress caught her behind the knees.
With a little startled cry, the young blonde tumbled back on the bed, her legs
opening automatically as she tried to fight for balance, unconsciously baring
the narrow pink slit between her legs to her husband's hungry gaze.

     Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs around so that she lay
lengthwise on the bed.  He crawled up between her thighs, then, poising over
her for a moment.

     "Please, Jack, don't be rough," Angela pleaded, but she could see by his
face that lust had made him a stranger to her.  Looking down at the beautiful
girl spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward with a groan and
dug his hands greedily into her tender body, letting his strong fingers knead
her smooth soft belly, then slide up to squeeze her palpitating breasts,
leaving scarlet marks in the tender white flesh. Angela groaned in a
combination of both pleasure and pain as her husband began to roll her
sensitive nipples into pebble-hard little buds between his thumbs and
forefingers, sending a long thrill of excitement shuddering through her body.
Even though she would like her husband to be more gentle, to take a little more
time with her, the now panting young wife felt her body responding to the rough
stimulation.  She looked up with passion-glazed eyes, beginning to lose herself
in his touch, her body beginning to slowly writhe beneath him.

     Then his hands were gone, and Angela looked down to see Jack sitting half
back on his haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance, while with
the other hand he seized his massive cock and placed it against her
desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the soft blonde hair with the blood-bloated
tip, and working it in between her throbbing cuntal lips,

     "Oh God," she moaned, "that feels so good."  Raising her head up off the
bed, the impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of angry red
male flesh poised against her sensitive genitals, mesmerized by the way the
smooth bulbous head flattened against her moistly trembling inner flesh.  Oh,
how she wanted that marvelous pleasure-giving shaft to stroke her full of
wanton ecstasy, bring her to a peak of final fulfillment.  If only he didn't...
with growing despair the young woman saw how her husband's mighty penis was
already swollen almost to the bursting point -- how the whole length of it
throbbed and jerked as if it had a life of its own, as if he were already about
to cum.

     "Take your time, oh please take your time," she begged.  "Make it last for
me, Jack."  But the young man was past all hearing as he stared down at the
tender flesh beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into the needfully
dilating vaginal opening that would soon house his entire aching member.  With
an inarticulate cry, the young man let his full weight fall forward, pressing
deep into the softly clinging passage below, letting his hips drive his
throbbing penis slowly and relentlessly up into the desire-heated depths
between his wife's legs.

     "Oh, Christ," he moaned, feeling as if his cock were going to explode
immediately, knowing how much he wanted the sweet agony of shooting his hot
sperm up into Angela's trembling little belly.  And Angela too felt the
pulsating member slide up into her more than willing vagina, hurting for a
moment and then seeming to fill her with a wild electric shock.

     "Uuuuunnnnnhhh," she moaned, her quivering thighs failing open wider to
welcome the wonderful intrusion.  Perhaps the liquor had released some
inhibitions, but the delighted young woman realized she had almost cum with
that first hard push.  Maybe tonight... oh God, maybe!  Make love to me, Jack,"
she moaned, "make love to me hard."

     The powerful young man hovering above her drew his cock part way out of
her hungering cuntal depths, ready to thrust it deep once again to bring her
the relief she so desperately needed.  Then his body froze and a look of agony
came over his face.  "I-I can't," he gasped.  "I-I'm going to cum... can't hold
it back."  To her horror, the excited young housewife felt her husband's
burgeoning cock already trembling in her, beginning to spasm, too soon, too
soon!

     "Try, Jack, try," she begged, but it was no use.  With an inarticulate
cry, the young man fell forward, once again ramming his heavy weapon far up
into Angela's receptive cunt just as his white-hot sperm began to spout from
the incredibly swollen head.

     "Now, now, I'm cumming now," he cried as his back arched, holding his
prematurely spurting member buried deep up inside his wife's body.

     "No, no," Angela wailed in despair, her hips thrashing as if she were
trying to work her husband's rigid penis in and out of her pussy all by
herself, knowing that in just another few seconds she would have had the orgasm
she so violently needed, the orgasm that had been denied her for so long.
Churning and panting, the desperate young woman tried to make it come true, but
it was useless.  With a final groan, her husband collapsed heavily over her
body, pinning her motionless with his exhausted weight. Already she could feel
his depleted penis shrinking into uselessness up inside her desperately
clutching vagina.  Her body too, gave one last frantic shudder, but then
surrendered in despair, lying in simmering frustrated need on the bed.  The
two, husband and wife, lay that way for several moments.

     "I-I'm sorry," Jack panted, finally raising his head, but unable to look
his wife straight in the eye.

     "Sorry," she began bitterly.  "Sorry... how does that help..." but then
she broke off as she saw the hurt look on her husband's handsome face.  "I
didn't mean that," she said quickly.  "I-I... sometimes I guess I just don't
know what I'm saying."  Reaching up tenderly, the lovely young blonde began
caressing her husband's head, soothing him as if he had been the disappointed
one. they lay quietly together for a while, he beside her now, until finally he
rolled away from her body with a grunt and was almost instantly asleep.  It
took the toiling woman quite some time to work the blankets and sheets down so
that she could cover him, and then she too crawled under the covers.  The young
wife closed her eyes to try and sleep, but they soon popped open again.  While
she had been engaged in comforting her husband, Angela had not noticed her own
need, but now that she was lying still in bed, the nagging demanding hunger was
once again making itself felt.

     Nervously the young wife shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together as
if trying to smother the fire that continued to smolder up between them,
threatening to burst into flame at any moment.  But the added pressure only
forced her sensitive vaginal lips against one another and actually increased
her frustration.  Half-stifling a moan of desire, the young woman felt one hand
sliding down over her naked belly underneath the sheets as if it had a life of
its own.  She knew what she was going to do and tried to stop herself in guilty
horror, but it was no use.  Inch by inch her trembling hand descended, until it
was resting nervously on her soft-curled pubic mound.  The confused blonde knew
this was wrong and tried to will herself to stop, but her body was crying out
for release, and bit by bit, the only thing left in her fevered mind was the
reality of those ready fingers poised so near to her aching need.

     Not conscious that she had moved, the raggedly breathing girl suddenly
felt her fingers press hard against her fevered cuntal flesh, all her fingers
at once massaging in a slow soothing movement, touching herself first here,
then there, almost crying aloud as a hot bolt of sheer bliss radiated up from
her grateful cunt.

     Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger
into the hot wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness, stroking the
sensitive inner surfaces until finally it poised right over her expectantly
throbbing little clitoris, then pressed down hard on the tiny sensation bud.
Angela's entire body jerked as if someone had run a heavy charge of electricity
through it, her back arching and mouth and eyes opening wide.  For a moment the
young woman held frozen in this position as if she had been turned to stone,
but then she slowly settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible
spasm passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle
finger lightly over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what would
follow.  From time to time the maddening finger slid lower along the wet
slippery slit, dipping experimentally just up inside her steaming pussy
opening, wetting itself with the fresh secretions of her passion that bubbled
there, then back up to stroke her painfully swollen clitoris. Thus Angela
worked herself up to an unbearable passion with her torturing finger.  With a
groan she opened her sleek white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far
up into her hungry cunt, sighing with relief as she felt herself partially
filled.

     But it was not enough.  Compared to the great rod of flesh that had so
deliciously stretched her vagina such a short time ago, the panting young
housewife knew that her one finger was ridiculously inadequate. Desperately she
inserted another finger, worming them around in a wild pattern as far up into
her burning vaginal depths as she could reach, then beginning to slide them
rhythmically in and out, her hips rising to meet them in an obscene motion as
old as time.  On and on she thrust, her head beginning to twist and turn on the
pillow as her passion mounted, her eyes half-closed, staring out unseeingly
beneath her long silky lashes.  Once Jack groaned and rolled over in his sleep
and the startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her
sinful act, but in a few seconds her husband was once again loudly snoring,
deeply anesthetized by alcohol and sex.

     Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened housewife
put in a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into her shuddering loins for a
seeming eternity.  In and out the rigid fingers flashed, wet and gleaming from
her heated vaginal secretions.  Finally, the lewdly twisting young blonde felt
it coming, her desperately needed orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving
belly like a building tidal wave, bigger and bigger until she knew it would
break over her in exquisite bliss any moment.  But the straining young woman
was unprepared for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot up from her
contracting womb to expand her already swollen breasts, then back down again to
ricochet wildly over her spasming loins.  She had to stuff her free hand in her
mouth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy while her hips jerked up hard
against her pounding fingers, once, twice, three times, her stomach muscles
sucking in convulsively.  The climaxing young wife was dimly aware of a warm
slippery flood gushing out over her hand as her climaxing womb released its
long stored up passion.  Then, with one last shudder, it was over, and Angela's
lovely body collapsed back limply into the mattress, her ringers slipping wetly
from her still vibrating cunt.  Right then, the temporarily satisfied young
wife wouldn't have cared if her husband woke up to stare at her in disbelief as
she lay gasping in pleasure, her face radiant with fulfillment, her taut,
wide-set breasts using and falling quickly with her labored breathing.

     But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in.  Once again she had been unable
to stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought.  Once again she had
let the shameful needs of her body win out over her conscience.  Large slow
tears trickled from her eyes, turning them into huge blue liquid pools as the
full knowledge of her weakness tore apart her triumphant mood of just a few
seconds ago.  Why, oh why did she do things like this? the unhappy young blonde
asked herself in agony.  There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in
growing despair.  She was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody
somewhere was speeding it up.  In the back of her mind she dimly realized that
it was normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the
same time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.

     Angela's parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to raise
their daughter within their own code.  While they were never cruel or
capricious, they were at the same time unyielding, completely convinced of the
divine rightness of their views.  Naturally, the area in which they had been
most strict was in regard to sex, or rather the denial of it. Angela was
forbidden to go out with boys until her senior year in high school, and then
only with those carefully screened and selected by her parents.  At the same
time, her parent's deeply ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell
her anything about "sex," which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be
repeated only when necessary for the emphasis of important moral lessons.  So
the young girl grew up totally ignorant of the implications of her parent's
repeated warnings against the sins of the flesh.

     Several times the dull young men her parents picked out for Angela proved
to a little more enterprising than expected and made fumbling passes,
attempting to fondle her budding young breasts or sliding inexperienced hands
up under her dress.  It was less a knowledge of what the boys were trying to do
than an automatic revulsion to their strained panting and lust-filled
expressions that caused the young girl to fend them off.

     The big change came though, when Angela went to college.  There was no
college near her home town, so she was sent off to a large university upstate,
one of the best, armed with her parents' blessings and warnings to shun evil
ways.  By this time she was in the full bloom of her young beauty, a dream
vision to the horny young men on campus.  They all went after her in a rush,
and the first year was one of confusion and near terror for the inexperienced
young girl.

     For two or three years Angela had lived in horror of someday some man
putting his... thing... up there, ever since one of her more precocious girl
friends had told the young innocent the facts of life, taking childish delight
in frightening Angela as much as possible.  But now, for the first time, the
budding beauty found herself occasionally thinking that might not be a bad
idea.  Strange tingling yearnings inside her heretofore ignored inner passage
demanded some kind of attention.

     Perhaps the confused young woman might have fallen victim to one of the
hungry predatory young male students if she hadn't had another very important
line of defense -- the sanctity of her virginity!  Time and time again Angela
saved herself by desperately clinging to the idea that she must have this
precious flower to offer the man she would eventually marry.  Imprisoned in the
arms of some strong young male, panting with desire as the young Lothario
expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would
pull away at the very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each
encounter brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical
surrender.  Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of being a
cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her would-be lovers. If
any of them had had a little more patience and psychology, she would have soon
tumbled into their waiting beds.  As it was, Angela was a very physical girl,
or, at least her body was.  But, after twenty years of strict parental
training, her mind was straight, narrow... and frightened.

     And then she met Jack.  Jack Sims was more than four years older than
Angela.  A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the young
ex-soldier was now in college on the G.I. Bill.  He was tall and good-looking,
and enough smarter and more experienced than the other young males on campus to
be able to have his pick of the girls.  One look at Angela was enough to turn
the trick for Jack.  After two years of slogging through jungles, dodging
ambushes, the lovely Technicolor reality of this innocent young coed was enough
to guide Cupid's arrow right through the center of his heart.  At first a
little nervous around the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon
came to treasure the seemingly mature guidance he gave her.

     Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew they
were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed Angela's last
natural psychological protection against the temptations of lust.

     One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass
behind the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes and the
dark.  Jack had removed Angela's brassiere, not for the first time. However, in
the past, this was about as far as it ever went, Jack delighting his intended
by nibbling and sucking at the ripely rounded mounds that she so timidly
exposed to him.  Maybe it was the spring air, maybe it was just time, but the
whole thing got out of hand.  A couple of times before, Jack had got as far as
to slip a finger inside the elastic leg band of Angela's panties, once even
working it part way up inside her incredibly tight little virginal opening. The
first time Angela had ever felt this happen had almost stunned her by the
intensity of the feelings awakened in her long-denied body, but, at the same
time, she became frightened and made Jack stop.

     This time the delighted, if apprehensive, young virgin did not stop the
intruding finger, but, instead, writhed and moaned on the soft grass as Jack
wormed his middle finger higher and higher up inside her tight cuntal depths,
relaxing, stretching wide the reluctant opening.  By the time Jack was working
her panties down over her feet, the wildly aroused young coed was past knowing
what was happening, and didn't notice Jack pulling down his pants to release
his already erect cock-shaft.  Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight,
and the delicious stroking of her eager young cunt changed into incredible
pain.  Looking up suddenly, the terrified virgin saw Jack's manly form hovering
over her, his hips pressed tightly into her own agonized loins.  Some last bit
of control kept the young woman from screaming out into the night as Jack's
mighty rod of lust-driven male flesh tore through her fragile hymen, searing
her loins with agony.  Mercifully, it was short, and the excited Jack was
cumming after several long hard stabs up into the virgin depths below,
engulfing her no longer virginal cunt with the first hot flood of sperm she had
ever known.

     Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather,
what she had let happen to her.  Vowing to never again become involved in such
an obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined to discover
herself, just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled below a panting and
thrusting Jack.  The dam had been breached! Angela had launched on her sexual
life as a mature woman whether she knew it or not.  But, still the young woman
held on to her beliefs, convincing herself that this was different, even if
still somehow sinful.  After all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and,
being influenced by some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the
eager young girl said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a
marriage certificate could never make her love for her man any righter than it
was just now.  But that's as far as it went.  Never would the young coed have
even let the thought enter her mind of sleeping with another man, one not
intended her by God.

     Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty.  The second time
she made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt kind of good.
For the next two or three weeks, Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her,
gaining warm satisfaction out of the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the
act, and a few sensitive tickles for herself.  But then one day, after Jack had
coaxed her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela
had to slide up and down on her lover's impaling cock, the young woman had
suddenly been stunned by an incredible sensation that burst unexpectedly in her
penis-filled cunt.  Her eyes opening wide in shock, the young girl had let out
a little yelp and jumped off Jack's body, his huge gleaming shaft slipping out
of her cunt and rearing up like an angry white cobra.

     "Hey, what the...?" Jack exclaimed.  "What happened?"

     "I-I don't know," Angela said in confusion.  "Something happened... felt
strange inside."  To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.

     "You just had your first orgasm, silly," he chuckled.

     "Really?" Angela responded.  A pleased little smile came over her face and
she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.

     "Hey, wait a minute," Jack said in mock sternness.  "You may have had your
orgasm, but I haven't had mine."  He pointed to his swollen penis and ordered,
"Now, get back up on there and don't stop until you milk it dry."

     Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so
nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own second
orgasm just as Jack began pumping Ms hot semen up into her ever more receptive
womb.  In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring lover, bringing Angela
to orgasm time after time.  But for some reason it all changed after their
marriage.  For reasons that neither of the young couple could put their finger
on, Jack became more hasty, not exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to
hold back his orgasm until his new wife had hers.  In the nearly twelve months
since they had been married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just
enough to tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still
the raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.

     All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife's mind as she
lay in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down her
cheeks.  She didn't know how much longer she could fight the powerful desires
that coursed through her sensual young body, and, at the same time, she hated
herself for being the victim of these desires. "Temptations of the flesh," her
parents had said, and she succumbed to them like the most wanton scarlet woman.
If only she could be satisfied with her lot, Angela thought in despair.  She
loved her husband, and they got along in all ways but this one, the one she
couldn't seem to do without.  Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at
least escaping the terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body
unfulfilled, had come to her.  In despair, she put the thought from her mind,
but it came back on its own, seaming her that something would have to be done
soon, or she would lose her mind.

     Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and she
lay stretched out beside her husband, a false picture of youth and beauty and
contentment.


                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 2

     Jack Sims eased his car into the company parking lot, wincing as the tires
bounced roughly over a high spot in the pavement.  Damn, I must have got drunk
last night, he thought, trying not to move his aching head. Half remembered
images of the party flickered through his mind, but much more sharp were his
recollections of that sexual debacle with Angela after they got home.

     What the hell was the matter with him? he asked himself bitterly. Two
years they had gone together, having no trouble making love, and now, all of a
sudden, this.  Like most men, Jack hated to put the blame for sexual inadequacy
on himself, and had been looking for some time for a way to lay at least some
of it on his wife, and, little by little, he was beginning to be successful, at
least in his own mind.  She just made him feel so... so... tense.  No wonder he
couldn't hold it back.

     And maybe there was a little boredom in the whole thing, too.  As a young
man, Jack had had a dizzying succession of women, but now, for something like
three years the only woman he'd slept with was Angela.  Not that she wasn't
worth sleeping with, he thought ruefully.  Hell, he'd never found a more
beautiful woman, no one who turned on more in bed.  For just an instant, a
faint thought flickered in the back of Jack's mind, a thought perhaps too close
to the truth for him to really let live long. Thinking of his wife's passionate
responses to his love-making stirred up some old fear, a subtle feeling that
somehow she was threatening something in him, in his manhood, and, for a
moment, Jack knew he probably had the key, but then it was gone, pushed from
his memory by automatic mental defenses.  And, besides that, having parked the
car, the young man was now entering the plant, and, once in the plant, he tried
never to let anything but work occupy his mind.  He was ambitious, and felt
this was the right way to get ahead.

     Jack had taken a degree in mechanical engineering and now worked in the
drafting office of a large successful corporation.  The job wasn't too high
paying, but plenty of other young men would have been happy to be in his place,
because the company promoted only from within its own ranks and Jack knew that,
if he stuck it out, before long he would be working in the engineering
department.

     As soon as he sat down at his drafting table, the young up-and-comer knew
it was a mistake to go to parties the night before a work day.  His head swam
and his belly shuddered as he forced himself to begin working. But his
determination paid off, because, by noon, his immersion in his work had made
him feel a lot better.  Going to the company cafeteria, Jack sat down next to
one of his closest friends in the plant, Harry Thompson, a man several years
older, feeling a lot better than he had a right to.

     "Well, if it isn't Al Jolson himself," Harry said.  Harry had also been at
the party last night.

     "I was as bad as all that?" Jack asked ruefully.

     "I didn't think you were bad at all.  I was far enough gone myself to
enjoy your little act.  Too bad your wife broke it up, though."

     "Oh?" said Jack, honestly not remembering.

     "Yeah, when you started to do the striptease," and Harry started to laugh
boisterously, but then stopped and grimaced in pain.  "Oh Christ, my head," he
moaned.  "Hey, what was Angela moaning about to my wife last night, anyhow?"

     "Angela?" Jack asked in alarm.  Christ, if she had been yapping about
their bed problems to Myra Thompson, it would be all over town by tonight.
"Well, who knows," he added quickly.  "You know how women are... or do you?  I
sure as hell don't.  Does any man?"

     Jack was a little unhappy with himself that he was unable to keep the
exasperation out of his voice.  That should be a dead giveaway to Harry that he
and Angela were having problems.  But Harry just kept on chewing his food, a
thoughtful look coming over his big, good-natured face.

     "How long you been married?" he finally asked.

     "About a year," Jack said cautiously, not knowing what Harry was getting
at.

     "You know, I been married nearly ten," Harry said, the words a little
muffled as he continued to eat.  "Had some trouble with the wife the first year
or two.  Tears, moods, the whole disaster.  Took me a little while to figure
out the reason... lonely."

     "Huh?" Jack asked.  Was that a crafty look he saw in Harry's eyes?
Impossible.  Harry didn't have an ounce of craft in him.

     "Yeh, lonely.  You know, you got no kids, live out in the sticks, not many
people around.  What's the poor girl supposed to do, sit around watching T.V.
until you get home?"  Harry seemed to be finished speaking for the moment and
turned his attention back to the sandwich he was eating.  Jack thought a
moment.  His problem with Angela was a lot deeper than Harry knew, but maybe
the old boy had something there.

     "So what do I do then, Harry, move into a commune or something?"

     "Hell no, why don't you get her a pet, maybe a dog."

     There was a long silence while Jack thought.  During the first part of it,
Harry kept on eating, but then he started to get nervous, as if he were afraid
Jack were losing interest in the subject.  "Tell you what," Harry said
abruptly, "I got a dog I can let you have.  Beautiful German shepherd.  Well
trained.  Housebroken... the works."

     "A German shepherd!" Jack exclaimed in surprise, then a knowing look came
over his face.  "Why you old bastard," he said, "you engineered this whole
conversation.  Admit it you just want to get rid of a dog!"

     "Oh, come on now, Jack.  You really don't think I'd..."

     Then, looking contrite, he admitted, "Okay, okay, so I want to get rid of
a dog.  You know damn well I live in an apartment, and can you figure a German
shepherd in an apartment?  Look... you live out in the suburbs, almost in the
country.  You got plenty of place for a big dog to run out in those woods near
your place.  Besides, the dog'd be good protection for Angela when you're away.
Can't afford not to think of that in this day and age."

     "Sure, you old bastard.  "What'd the dog do, chew up your slippers?"

     "Hell no, best behaved dog I've ever seen."

     "Maybe he's mean, then, you know how German shepherds can get."

     "Not a chance.  That big clown's the most lovable dog I ever met. Too damn
lovable," Harry added in an odd bitter tone before going on, "look, I'm trying
to tell you.  It's not right to keep a big healthy dog like that in an
apartment.  I'm going to have to give him to the pound if I don't find a home
for him."

     "But why me?"

     "Why not?  Don't you really think it'd be good for Angela to have a dog?"
Seeing the younger man weaken a little, Harry pushed on.  "I'm not asking for
an oath in blood, but why don't you just come out to the house after work and
have a look.  If you don't like him, that's it.  My latest batch of home brew's
in, anyhow, and you've been bugging me for a taste for weeks just come on out
and have a look, that's all I'm asking."

     The desperate tone in Harry's voice should have been enough to warn Jack,
but, by now, he really was beginning to wonder if having a dog might not take
Angela's mind off their troubles.  It might be worth a look.

     So, later that afternoon, after work, Jack found himself pulling up
Harry's driveway, having followed him home.  As he got out of the car, Jack
could hear a thunderous barking coming from the upstairs apartment where Harry
lived with his wife.

     "Christ, you sure that's a dog up there and not a lion?" Jack said acidly.

     "Well, like I told you, he's big," Harry answered, and then led the way
upstairs.  The barking grew more and more excited as the two men neared the
apartment, and, for a moment, Jack became a little nervous as his friend
fumbled with the lock.  Maybe the damn monster wouldn't like him and would tear
off a leg.  But his fears were groundless.  As soon as the door opened, a huge,
beautifully marked German shepherd came bounding out and began licking Harry's
hands ecstatically, joyously wagging his massive tail and uttering little
pleasure-filled whines.

     "Okay, old buddy, I know how hard it is on you to be locked up here all
day," Harry said, a trifle too loudly, as if the words were really meant for
Jack.  Just then, the dog saw Jack and froze for a second, not hostilely, but
as if he had just seen some new sight that totally captivated his interest. And
then, with a graceful proud stride, the big animal pranced over to Jack and
began inquisitively sniffing his clothes until satisfied and reached up and
licked the newcomer's hand and then thrust his huge head up underneath it,
forcing Jack's hand up.

     "Wants you to pet him," Harry said, which was a relief to the younger man,
who didn't know whether or not it might have signified the big animal was about
to take a chunk out of him.  Gingerly he reached down and scratched the dog
behind the ears, and immediately the big German shepherd sat back on his
haunches, a half-foolish look of pleasure coming over his face that made Jack
laugh automatically.

     "Okay, okay, I believe you," he said to Harry, "he's friendly."

     "Yeh, he's friendly all right," Harry answered, that strange bitter tone
once again creeping into his voice.  But his younger friend didn't notice,
becoming captivated by the big animal, who was giving little sighs of pleasure,
eyes half closed, as Jack continued to stroke his ears. "C'mon, let's go on
in," Harry grunted.  "Time for a little home brew."

     Jack followed willingly enough.  As soon as he stopped his rubbing, the
big dog looked up in comic regret, then got up and tagged along after Jack, his
massive beautiful head just inches from Jack's leg.  The young man experienced
a feeling of pleasure, having successfully made friends with this powerful
handsome creature.  Just the idea of having this great dog walking along
docilely at his side gave him a feeling of virile mastery -- man the hunter
with his savage and loyal companion.  Already he was beginning to like the idea
of owning the handsome animal.

     "Well, here's the latest batch, and not a bad one," Harry was saying as he
reached into the refrigerator to pull out an unlabeled quart beer bottle,
filled with some slightly cloudy liquid.  Stepping over to the sink he pried
off the cap.  There was a loud pop and a sinister tendril of blue smoke curled
out of the opening.  Very, very carefully Harry poured part of the contents
into two glasses, trying to keep the cloudy sediment from being stirred up.  He
handed Jack one of the glasses.  "Here's looking at ya," he said and took a
long drink. Jack followed suit, choking a moment as the strong beer flowed down
his throat, but after the first bite he realized Harry had indeed brought in a
good batch this time.

     By the time the two men had killed the first bottle they were both a
little tipsy.  The stuff wasn't only good, but it was loaded with high test
rocket fuel, Jack thought foggily to himself.  By now the whole world looked
rosy.

     "So what if I take this dog and it doesn't work out?" he asked his
co-worker, slightly slurring his words.  "Can I bring him back?"

     "Sure, sure," Harry answered glibly.  "Here, have another glass."

     "Oh-ho, trying to get me drunk.  Never saw you so ready to part with your
home brew.  You must really want to get rid of that dog."  Getting no answer,
the young man thought a moment and then went on.  "Only one thing bothers me,
really.  What if the dog doesn't like Angela?"

     For a moment, Jack thought Harry was going to choke on his beer. After a
few strangled gasps Harry was finally able to say, "Oh don't you worry about
that, he loves women, just loves women!"

     Peering fuzzily down into the cloudy depths of his beer, the younger man
thought a moment longer.  "Okay, Harry, I'll take the dog.  But if it doesn't
work out, I want you to know he's coming light back here. Agreed?"

     "Agreed," Harry answered, nodding solemnly, as if they had just concluded
an international peace treaty.  "By the way, his name is Hans." The big dog
looked up alertly as he heard his name, wondering why the two men were staring
so intently at him.

     "Well, Jack said draining his glass.  "Might as well be getting on my way
while I can still drive.  If I can walk to the car, that is.  By the way,
where's your wife, out shopping?"

     "No," Harry answered, a sudden shifty look coming into his eyes. "She's
off visiting her mother.  Left this morning."

     "Hey," Jack said, sudden enlightenment coming over him.  "You wouldn't be
trying to get rid of the dog while she's away and doesn't know what you're
doing, would you?  Hell, I don't want to buy a bag of trouble with Myra."

     "Since when have you worried what Myra thought?" Harry shot back, becoming
a little desperate.  "We just made a deal, didn't we?"

     "Okay, old buddy, don't get all steamed up.  I'll stand by my word. I just
want to know all the facts before I do something."  The truth was, the younger
man had become a little more fond of the idea of owning the big beautiful
German shepherd with each additional glass of beer.  Already he was wondering
how Angela would react when he got home with the animal. "How do I get this big
brute out to the car?" he asked.

     "Nothing to it.  C'mon, Hans," Harry ordered, and led the way out of the
apartment, the dog following eagerly.

     "Seems pretty trusting," Jack said.

     "Loves to ride in cars," Harry answered.  And sure enough, when the three
of them arrived next to Jack's car, Harry opened the back door and Hans quickly
jumped in to perch on the back seat, his head nearly scraping the roof.  Jack
slid in nervously and started the motor.

     "Well, wish me luck," he said to Harry, and drove out into the street.
When Hans saw that Harry wasn't coming with them, he turned around on the seat
to look out the back window as his former master faded away into the distance
and whined excitedly.

     "For Christ's sake, cut that out," Jack said nervously.  "You make me feel
like a slave dealer."  Hans soon stopped whining, but, all the way out to the
suburbs, the big dog lay on the back seat, his head half hidden between his
paws, looking like a lost orphan.  Jack felt lucky that the dog's confusion and
fear didn't take a more dangerous trend.

     By the time he pulled up in his own driveway, the slowly sobering Jack was
beginning to feel the whole thing was a stupid mistake, one that, for some
unknown reason, his old friend Harry had conned him into.  The way the dog
looked now, the first thing he would do was run away, As the car came to a
stop, the front door opened and Angela came out.

     "I'm glad you're home," she called.  "I was getting a little worried.
Where've you been?"

     By now Jack had gotten out of the car, and, throwing open the back door,
he said, "Not wanting us to have to go through all that nine-month pregnancy
stuff, I went out and got us a dependent."  At first, his wife didn't know what
he was talking about, and then she saw Hans in the back seat and her eyes
widened in surprise.  Hans saw her at the same time, and the sudden
transformation in the animal was incredible.  From sheer dejection, his mood
changed to one of utter joy.  Girl and dog stared at one another for several
seconds and then the big animal bounded out of the car and, placing his paws up
on Angela's shoulders, kissed her face with his long pink tongue.

     "Why Jack," she said in delight.  "Where did you get this beautiful dog?"
There was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice, and, all at once, her husband
started to feel better.  Maybe old Harry had something after all.

     "Like I said, this is out new dependent, someone to keep you company when
the old man's off at the salt mines."

     "Oh Jack," Angela beamed, "how wonderful.  You mean we can really keep
him?"  Jack knew he was home free.  There wasn't much more he needed to say as
his wife and new dog got to know one another.  There was one little incident.
Hans placed his nose hard up between Angela's legs, pushing her skirt right up
into the "vee" between her thighs, sniffing and nuzzling, and he didn't seem
about to quit.  "Naughty dog," Angela scolded, but for a moment it didn't seem
to do much good.  Finally Jack had to come up and pull the dog back by the
collar.

     Looking down at the obviously confused animal, Jack said, "If that isn't
like Harry -- teaching the dog his own bad habits.  But we'll have him all nice
and trained and polite in no time."

     If he had only known.


                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 3

     Several days later Angela Sims was out in the yard hanging out the wash.
It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, with an exhilarating breeze.
The lovely young blonde cast a fond look to where Hans lay sleeping in the
shade of the fence, acting for all the world like this had been his home all
his life.

     The young housewife felt that somehow the dog had enriched her life and
was grateful that Jack had brought him home.  Once Jack had sobered up, he had
told her all about Harry's rather strange behavior.  There was no doubt in
either of their minds that there was something about the handsome German
shepherd that had caused Harry to try everything he knew to get rid of the big
animal.  But, whatever it was, neither Jack nor Angela was able to tell, not
from the animal's behavior, at least.  He was the perfect pet -- friendly,
intelligent, seemingly well-trained, and, at the same time, selectively
protective of the house and particularly his new mistress.  A good all-around
dog.  Aside from the expense of feeding the huge animal, the young couple could
find nothing wrong with him. Harry was no help.  Every time Jack started to
mention Hans at work, Harry would immediately change the subject.

     Not that Angela cared.  She loved Hans now, and that was all that
mattered.  While the animal's presence had hardly cleared up her sexual
difficulties with Jack, it at least gave her another companion to share her
otherwise lonely days with.

     And Hans seemed happy with the change.  The big dog obviously enjoyed the
freedom available to him at his new home and spent long hours running in the
fields and woods.  The Sims didn't exactly live in the suburbs as Harry had put
it, but instead out in an unincorporated part of the county that was fast
becoming a suburb.  Just a couple of years ago this had been farmland, and even
now there were still a couple of small agricultural operations in the area.
But, with the approach of the city, the land had become too valuable to farm,
and a few of the smaller developers had put up small tracts of homes, not
tracts exactly, but modern tract-type houses scattered in little clumps of twos
and threes over the rolling land.  The Sims lived in a house like this, modern,
inexpensive, yet comfortable. Their house nestled right under the brow of a
wooded hill that was all theirs and the only other house near was several
hundred yards down the narrow winding road.  The young couple realized this
situation couldn't last much longer, and that soon they would be in the middle
of a vast housing tract, but they wanted to enjoy it while they could, knowing
that eventually they could sell out at a considerable profit and move
elsewhere,

     Angela looked up from struggling with a recalcitrant sheet fluttering in
the breeze to see her only neighbor walking down the road towards the house. As
usual, Angela experienced sharply conflicting emotions as she saw Sylvia
Bennett's graceful figure approach.  Was Sylvia Bennett a widow or a divorcee?
She never seemed to give a definite answer to the question.  A tall, elegant,
undeniably beautiful brunette of twenty-seven or eight, Sylvia for some reason
had chosen to live out here in the semi-open spaces all by herself, occupying
much the same type of house that the Sims had.  But Angela knew that Sylvia's
loneliness was frequently broken by night-time male visitors whose cars usually
remained parked in her driveway until the next morning.

     Angela was genuinely fond of Sylvia, being able to sense the older woman's
innate kindness and warm friendly nature.  But, at the same time, Sylvia was
unabashedly sex-oriented and her conversations often had the more innocent
younger girl blushing in embarrassment at the wry manner in which she talked
about her love fife and the various men she had known. There was also a certain
electricity in the air when Sylvia was present that unnerved Angela, but maybe
that had to do with sex.  Even a simple act like bending down to pick up
something assumed an air of sexual provocation when performed by Sylvia.  While
not as full-breasted or lushly curved as Angela, the taller and older woman had
a lithe sinuousness to her elegantly shaped body that cried out a promise of
sensuality.  In a lovely face framed by a rich cascade of thick chestnut hair,
Sylvia's eyes only added to her allure.  Large and dark, slanted upward a
little at the outside corners, they had been most aptly described by Jack as
"bedroom eyes."  If Angela had been a little less innocent and trusting, she
wouldn't have permitted her husband anywhere near her dark-haired neighbor, for
not only did Sylvia like handsome young men, but she was not bothered by the
normal scruples about the sanctity of the matrimonial bond.  As it was, Jack
had only met her a few times, but Angela had been surprised by her usually
garrulous husband's inability to hold up his end of the conversation in
Sylvia's company.  The ingenuous young wife was totally unaware of the powerful
stirrings that went on in her husband's loins every time he saw his lovely and
so obviously available neighbor.

     "Hi honey," Sylvia sang out when she was within speaking distance. "How's
the house slave?"  Sylvia never seemed to do anything around her house, having
contempt for all drudgery, yet her place was always clean and well cared for.

     "Just thought I'd take advantage of the weather to do a little washing,"
Angela said, already flustered.

     "You know, if you played your cards right, hubby might pay for his bedtime
privileges with a nice new clothes dryer."

     "Oh Sylvia, that's not fair," Angela answered, blushing a little. "Jack
works hard but, just doesn't make enough money for something like that yet."

     "Sorry honey, just my usual female chauvinist piggishness," Sylvia said
blithely.  "Oh, what's this?" she asked in surprise as she saw Hans. "So this
is where that beautiful animal comes from that's been running in the woods the
last couple of days."

     "Jack got me the dog to keep me happy until he can get me a dryer," Angela
said, half in revenge, wanting to vindicate her husband.

     "Score one for good old Jack," Sylvia said, a little too familiarly for
Angela's taste.  "What's his name?"

     "Hans," the young wife answered, and, as soon as he heard his name, the
big dog got to his feet.  He had heard Sylvia approaching but had been too
drowsy and lazy to do anything dog-like about it.  But now he saw Sylvia's
lovely head over the top of the fence and became suddenly interested.

     "My-my, look at all that equipment he's carrying around under his belly,"
Sylvia said lewdly.  "There's going to be a lot of happy female dogs in the
neighborhood."  Angela blushed beet red, and, despite herself, her eyes dropped
to the heavy furry sheath that dangled beneath Hans. Even the young housewife
had to admit that Hans had a lot of "equipment." She desperately wanted to
change to a less embarrassing subject but, as always, seemed at a loss for
words in Sylvia's company.  Sylvia came to her rescue.

     "What I wandered over this way for was to see if you and your charming
husband would like to come over some night soon and keep the poor lonely old
neighbor lady company.  That grateful old lady will cook up a big pot of curry
if you do.  And now maybe I should extend the invitation to include Hans...
That's strange, where did he go?"

     Unnoticed by the two women, Hans had padded silently over the grass and
out the gate, coming up on Sylvia from behind.  The first indication the lovely
brunette had of his presence was when she felt his cool damp nose slide up the
inside of her naked thigh under her dress.  For just a second Sylvia's features
lost their cool sardonic control and she looked like a startled child.

     Despite herself Angela could not suppress a laugh.  "That's his only bad
habit," she said, but then, to her embarrassment, she saw that Sylvia was
making no overt moves to discourage the big animal who continued to sniff
higher and higher up under her dress.

     "What's the matter, big boy," she said, looking back over her shoulder at
the dog.  "You smell a pussy... cat?

     "Hans!" Angela barked sharply as she realized that, for some reason, she
was becoming more upset than she should.  It was just that Sylvia could be
so... lewd.  As soon as he heard the sharp tone in his mistress' voice, Hans
looked up sheepishly, drawing his nose out from under Sylvia's skirt.

     "Oh, come on, boys will be boys," Sylvia said languidly.  But I must say,
I haven't had that quick a pass thrown at me since the night that New York
actor stuck his hand... but never mind.  Anyhow, I have to go back to my little
house and get ready for a trip into the city.  Time to recharge my libidinal
batteries.  After you talk to Jack you will let me know what night you can come
over, won't you?"

     "Sure, Sylvia."  Angela was beginning to feel a little foolish over the
way she had let her dog's innocent action work her up.  After a few more
pleasantries, Sylvia started back down the road toward her house, which was
just out of sight around a bend.  Angela watched her go for a minute, as usual
a little envious of her older friend and neighbor's seductive pantherish walk.

     Angela wasn't the only one watching.  Hans stood in the road outside the
fence, ears alertly cocked forward, all his senses locked on his new
acquaintance.  There was something in Sylvia's manner that powerfully drew the
animal to her.  For a moment he seemed about to follow, but something warned
him that, for some reason, his mistress would not approve, so he went back to
he down once again in his favorite spot.  However, it was a long time before
the dog was able to settle down once again.  He turned and fidgeted and sighed
until finally he had found a position that pleased him.

                                  *    *    *

     The next day, on one of his regular runs in the cool whispering woods, the
dog found himself not far away from Sylvia's house.  He didn't actually think
of it as Sylvia's house, but that was the direction in which she had gone
yesterday.  And then he saw her head and shoulders above the fence as she
walked through her backyard.  For a moment the big German shepherd stood stock
still in intense concentration.  Then, loping forward, he quickly approached
the house.  The gate to the backyard was slightly ajar, so Hans pushed it open
with his nose and cautiously stepped aside, stopping once again as he saw
Sylvia several yards away.

     The dark-haired beauty was on the grass now, sunbathing on a large beach
towel, wearing only her bikini bottoms, the discarded top lying nearby.
Silently the big dog stared at the lovely woman lying half-naked only a few
yards away, her tanned flesh shining softly in the warm sunlight.  Sylvia
seemed to sense his presence and looked around, starting a little when she saw
him.

     "Oh, Hans.  You are a wild one, sneaking up on me like that." Sylvia's
soft throaty reassuring voice encouraged the big animal to come nearer and he
stopped right next to Sylvia as she rose half up on her elbows, then reached up
with one hand to rub his head.  The motion of her arm made her taut full breast
move sensuously and catch the dog's attention.  Without hesitation, Hans
lowered his huge beautiful head and then his long thick tongue shot out to lick
hotly over the ruby-tipped mound so near.

     "Ahhh," Sylvia gasped involuntarily as that thick wet tongue sent little
shivers running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making her nipples rise into
hard little buds of desire.  Without thinking, the dark-haired woman pushed
Hans's head away.  "Hey, Romeo, give a little warning, huh?" she said.  Hans
backed away a moment, momentarily discouraged by the stern tone of Sylvia's
words.  But he began to whine excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle
that moved him nearer and nearer to the lovely taut-nippled breast he had
already tasted.  Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd licked
out once again, laving his moist tongue over the same breast, and then turned
his attention to the other one. When Sylvia crossed her hands over her breasts
to fend off the big dog, Hans snuffled a hot trail down over her smooth belly
and then began to sniff excitedly at Sylvia's skimpy bikini-bottoms, letting
his nose slide all over the stunned woman's scantily covered loins.

     "Hey, what kind of dog are you, anyway?" Sylvia said, half in alarm, half
in awe.  She was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog's persistent
attentions.  For a moment Hans stepped back, stymied, whining eagerly and
staring with unmistakable hunger at the almost naked female body before him.  A
slow look of comprehension began to come over Sylvia's face.

     "Well, I'll be damned..." she started.  Just this morning she had once
again talked to Angela, who had told her about the strange conditions under
which they had gotten Hans.  Suddenly Sylvia knew what that mysterious defect
was in Hans's character that had made Harry so desperate to get rid of him.

     The huge German shepherd was sexually attracted to women!

     "Well, I'll be damned," Sylvia said again.  Wait till she told Angela. Oh,
what a riot.  No wonder Harry had been so anxious to get rid of the dog. That
was the last thing a man needed in his house -- an adulterous pet! Already the
lovely brunette was beginning to savor the shocked look that would come over
her innocent neighbor's face when she told her about the dog... but then
suddenly a cold calculating look came over Sylvia's own features.  Maybe this
required a little further thought; no sense in being hasty and maybe regretting
later that she had let the cat out of the bag.

     "You sure are a handsome bastard," she said to the clearly excited dog.
"And you sure can lick a tit."  Slowly an incredibly lewd idea was taking
possession of the lovely brunette, one of the most lewd she could ever remember
having, and that was saying a lot.  While Sylvia was at heart a warm friendly
person, she had never let her good nature get in the way of her truly
phenomenal desire for new sexual experience.  Only once had she made a mistake
in this area when she was very young.  Mistaking her precocious sexual
attachment for romantic love, she had married an older man when she was only
eighteen.  In many ways that marriage had been a disaster.  Her husband was a
gambler and a heavy drinker, but he was also a good match for Sylvia's ever
growing physical hungers, giving her an education in sexual license that had
shaped her whole subsequent life. After her husband had been killed driving
while drunk, the young widow had continued her licentious training with a
staggering succession of men, more than she could possibly remember.  Right up
to this moment Sylvia hadn't believed that there was one sexual perversion she
had not tried, but now, looking up at Hans, she knew she was going to have a
hell of an interesting afternoon.

     Half closing her lustrous dark eyes, the sensual widow lay back on the
beach towel, letting her arms move down to her sides.  Then pressing them in,
she squeezed her sleek breasts together, making them peak up together like
miniature pink-capped mountains.

     "Okay, Tiger," she crooned up to the dog, "lick 'em."  She didn't have to
say it again.  Hans moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold
nose thrust inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds,
and then once again his massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft
resilient flesh below.

     "Ooooohhh," Sylvia breathed out blissfully.  "What a tongue... what a
wonderful tongue.  Where has that tongue been all my life?"

     She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward,
moving them in little circles, trying to help Hans's big tongue as it trailed
hotly over her palpitating flesh.  "Oh, lover, lick, lick hard, make my tits
hurt," Sylvia moaned.  Her legs were slowly writhing, her heels digging into
the soft grass as Hans licked on.  Closing her eyes, letting her head roll
aimlessly back and forth, the panting young widow let an army of fantasies
invade her mind.  For long moments she imagined vast hordes of men crowded
around her, each one straining forward to slide his hot grasping mouth over her
shivering nipples.  But then she suddenly realized she didn't need fantasy.
What thought could be more lewd or exciting than the reality of her neighbor's
German shepherd standing over her, his huge tongue dipping into her soft
breasts, driving her to a frenzy.

     Reaching up, Sylvia gently took Hans's head in her hands and began to
guide his muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple, then the
other, then underneath to stroke up and over onto the pebble-hard sensitiveness
of the tips.  With each hot burning swipe of that pleasure-giving animal
tongue, Sylvia could feel an answering spasm deep down between her legs as the
wildly erotic sensations radiated outward from her tortured breasts to pluck
maddeningly at her hungry loins.  She could feel the hot juices building up
inside her vaginal slit, beginning to soak the narrow thick crotch-band of her
bikini bottoms.

     The hot secretions bubbling deep inside Sylvia's still covered vagina
began to become apparent to Hans too.  A heavy, rich, musky smell began to
permeate his sensitive nostrils, further exciting the eagerly licking animal.
For a moment he was unable to tear his attention away from the softly quivering
breasts beneath his lashing tongue as Sylvia held his head down tight against
their trembling curves.  The lovely brunette was half-mad with passion now,
writhing and moaning on the sun-warmed grass below the eagerly licking dog,
little choked gasps escaping through her clenched teeth.  It might have gone on
endlessly, but, finally, the heady seductive odors wafting up from under those
tiny bikini bottoms proved too much for the big German shepherd.

     With a whine of exasperation, Hans pulled his head away from Sylvia's
grasp and began to nose at the moaning woman's partially covered loins.
Desperately the excited shepherd licked at the wispy piece of cloth, trying to
get at the maddening essences beneath, his huge tongue spilling over and
rasping across the tender flesh in the hollows of Sylvia's loins.

     To the sensually writhing brunette, this proved even more exciting.
Rolling her nipples harshly between her own fingertips, the moaning young widow
ground her hips down into the grass, tantalized almost beyond endurance by the
long pink animal tongue licking over and around her screaming pussy depths,
fended off by her single remaining garment.  For just one second Hans nosed
aside the tight cloth, his nose pressing into the softly curled pubic hair, but
the material slid back fast to block his access to her sweet-smelling cuntal
depths.

     "Oh God," she moaned, reaching down to slide her fingers under the
offending material.  She was just starting to work it down over her hips when
she suddenly realized where she was -- right out in the open air on a bright
sunny day.  Not one to be prudish, the gasping Sylvia decided nevertheless that
perhaps it might be a little wiser if she and Hans went inside.

     Staggering to her feet, the raggedly breathing brunette started towards
the sliding glass doors just a few yards away, not even trying to cover her
nakedly swaying breasts as she came above fence level.

     "Come on Hans," she called needlessly.  Hans would have followed her
through a pack of cats.  For a moment, the lovely half-naked woman stood in the
middle of the living room, not knowing quite what to do.  There was a large fur
rug at one end of the room, and, after a moment's hesitation, Sylvia headed for
it.

     Standing right in the middle of the thick white fur, the still-trembling
brunette once again hooked her thumbs in the elasticized waistband of her
bikini bottoms and pulled down, all the way down to her ankles, bending over
gracefully as she did so.  With one kick the bikini flew across the room and
Sylvia stood up, completely naked, her lovely sleek body a seamless curve, its
perfection highlighted by the twin rosy peaks that capped her breasts and the
rich dark curls that punctuated her smoothly swelling hips.  Brown was her
color, from the rich cream of her skin to the lustrous thick cloud of hair that
spilled down over her slender shoulders, making a perfect frame for her dark
beckoning eyes.

     "Come here Hans," she said again, her voice husky.  She stood waiting as
the big dog came nearer, then, slowly sinking to her knees on the white fur
rug, the lovely naked woman took the dog's massive head in her hands. He licked
her face for a moment, then once again darted his tongue out to her
firm-pointed breasts, but Sylvia pushed him away for a moment and lay down full
length on the rug, her lovely coloring warming the fleecy white fur.  Drawing
up her legs so that her knees were slightly bent, Sylvia let her thighs fall
wantonly open, baring the passion-drenched slit nestled high up between her
long graceful legs.  Reaching down, the excited woman slowly pulled apart her
pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the glistening pink flesh within.

     "Lick it, Hans," she begged.  "Lick my pussy like you licked my breasts."

     Would he do it? she wondered.  Would he thrust his powerful tongue up into
her hot cunt the way he had let it lash into her breasts?  Hardly daring to
breathe, the panting woman watched that big head move closer to her
defenselessly naked genitals.  For a long moment, Hans just stared at the hot
moist feast spread out below, then his nose thrust forward inquisitively,
sliding up the tender flesh of Sylvia's inner thigh.

     "Oh!" she gasped out from the sudden shock of that cold dampness against
her naked flesh.  She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in tortured
frustration as the nose swept lightly over her pussy hair, barely touching the
needing cunt lips below.  Oh, God, she thought to herself, she needed more,
much more if she were not going to go completely out of her mind.  Then
suddenly without warning Hans's tongue shot out to dart lizard-like in between
her waiting pussy-flesh, splaying out wetly over her soft pubic mound, digging
insistently between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a line of fiery
bliss into the moist inner pinkness.

     "Aaaaahhhhhhh," Sylvia half sobbed, her lovely body spasming into an
arched curve as the first wild shock of that invading tongue rocketed through
her waiting body.  "Aaaahhhhh... aaaaahhhhhh," she continued to moan as time
and time again that mighty tongue licked out, sliding wetly the full length of
her palpitating little pussy slit, starting at her tiny anus puckered below,
and trailing up over her clenched vaginal opening to finally end with a
nerve-shattering swipe over her erect and painfully-throbbing clitoral bud.
Again and again Hans licked at her glistening wet nakedness, driving the
sex-maddened woman to heights of passion she had never known before.

     "Aaaahhhh... God... why haven't I ever done this before?" Sylvia moaned.
"If I'd only known... only known."  Her softly flexing thighs spread mindlessly
apart to open her burning cunt wider to the slavering animal, but that was not
enough.  Drawing up her knees so that they pressed tightly against her breasts,
the young widow rolled herself into a quivering ball of primordial lust.  At
the same time she reached desperately down and taking Hans's head, pulled it
hard against her screaming convulsing loins, wanting his tongue to plunge deep,
deep up inside her burning pussy.

     But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the
fascinated Hans was presented with a new target: Sylvia's tightly pursed little
anus.  Licking lower, the big animal began to torture the rubbery opening, even
managing once to dig his tongue slightly inside.  His helpless victim went
nearly insane with this obscene new assault, her whole body jerking and lunging
on the rug while choking gasps of sexual need bubbled up from deep in her
chest.  Bit by bit her delirious ravings fell into a rhythmic chant, keeping
time to the dog's depraved lickings up between her wide-split crack.

     "Oooooh, ooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh," she moaned.  "Keep licking...
licking... it feels so good... make me cum, going to cum... oh, faster,
harder."

     Eagerly the big dog licked into the aromatic feast below, his senses
filled with the rich taste and smell and sight of this nakedly aroused human.
Little by little a fierce burning was growing in the animal's own loins,
brought to life by the writhing woman who begged and pleaded under him,
half-buried in the sensuous silkiness of the white fur rug.  Harder and harder
the big animal stroked his tongue into the sex-slippery cunt so shamelessly
offered up to him, at the same time growing ever more excited himself.

     "Oh, yes, yes, yes... that'll do it... that'll make Momma cum. Keep it up.
Just another second or two..."  The dark-haired beauty was moaning and twisting
in completely abandoned lust, feeling a wild pressure building, building far up
inside her belly, stroked into life by Hans's lust-firing tongue.  Fifteen
years of orgasms, ever since she had first entered puberty, her whole lifetime
of sexual experience told her she was about to cum, was about to cum like she
had never cum before.  Powerful spasms began to seize her helpless body and she
was letting herself go with it when -- suddenly to her horror she felt Hans's
head wrenched from her grasp and her quaking cuntal flesh knew a terrible
absence.

     The shocked young woman raised her head questioningly to see what had
robbed her of her orgasm.  "W-What's the matter, Hans?" she asked pleadingly.
The big animal was backing slowly away from her, a confused look on his face.
"Come on," Sylvia begged, "come on back and do it to Momma.  Please, baby, just
a little more, just a little more and I'll cum..."

     And then she saw it -- his cock!  As the young widow stared wide-eyed at
the furry belly of the big German shepherd, she saw his huge penis slowly
emerging from its hairy protective sheath, long and scarlet, needle-pointed and
menacing.  Longer and thicker it grew as the dog's excitement increased, until
finally it stood out huge and rigid, a drop of viscous seminal fluid gleaming
jewel-like at the very tip, a glistening promise of the animal's potency.

     "My God!" Sylvia breathed to herself.  She'd seen a lot of cocks in her
life, but never anything to match this.  It was so damn big!  Sylvia found
herself wondering if a woman could take a thing like that inside her without
being split apart.  But the most fascinating thing about the mighty organ bared
to her gaze was its obscene scarlet coloring, growing out of the dog's
pale-furred belly like the stalk of some lewd plant.  And that cock was meant
for her: She knew it, Hans had become aroused while licking her pussy and now
it looked as if he wanted to use that huge weapon on her!

     This was much more than the adventurous brunette had bargained for. Sure,
she thought to herself, it was a daring new experiment to let the handsome
brute lick her cunt, but now this!  No, it was just too totally depraved!  But
at the same time, Sylvia's aroused pussy was clamoring for more attention,
something to push her over the edge into her orgasm. "Hans, baby," she
whimpered, her mind in a turmoil.  God, what a beautiful cock.  "How would it
feel driving hard up inside her belly?" she wondered. Wider and wider the young
widow's eyes grew as she stared at that mighty obscene shaft dangling and
dripping just a few feet away from her, crazy images beginning to flicker
through her mind of that hairy body possessing hers, locked to her in totally
depraved embrace.  Just then the German shepherd whimpered pleadingly, and that
did it.  Hans wanted her -- his need was as great as hers!

     With a little moan of surrender the sultry brunette rolled over onto her
hands and knees, her full rounded buttocks swaying provocatively before the big
animal's hungry gaze.

     "Oh, fuck me, baby," Sylvia moaned back over her shoulder.  "Fuck me with
your big beautiful animal cock."  Staring in trembling anticipation, Sylvia
watched Hans move hesitantly forward, approaching her lewdly offered
ass-cheeks.  Once again that cool nose slid between her naked thighs, checking,
checking.  Would he do it?  Did he know what she meant? Suddenly the last
coherent thought was torn from the crouching woman's mind as Hans licked out
with his tongue, splaying it through the pinkly quivering slit that waited
before him, digging deep, deep this time up into Sylvia's wetly flowering
vagina, preparing the way for his ultimate penetration.

     Sylvia's breath caught in her throat and she no longer thought of the
right or wrong of what she was doing.  That wonderful tongue had once again
captured her, making her the dog's willing slave.  Dropping down on her elbows,
her head pillowed on her arms, the moaning gasping woman knelt in abject
depravity before the licking slavering animal, aware only of the raging need
flaring out of control deep up between her thighs.  On and on the dog licked,
six, eight, ten times, she never knew.  Then suddenly she felt his paws on her
back, his strong hairy forelegs locking around her tiny waist as the big dog
easily mounted her buttocks.  She could feel his hind legs dancing in close,
the first touch of his hot swollen penis sliding over her trembling thighs. But
he was too low!  Desperately the moaning Sylvia spread her knees apart, opening
her thighs wider to the dog's advance, wanting that mighty organ to pound up
inside her frantically convulsing vagina.  Slipping and dancing, the sharp tip
slid tantalizingly over her swollen cunt lips, searching for its hot humid
goal, but women are built differently than female dogs and the big German
shepherd seemed to be having trouble finding his way.

     Sobbing desperately, Sylvia shifted her buttocks from side to side, trying
to trap Hans's penis with her hungrily nibbling pussy, but it was no use. Once,
the tapered tip caught at the entrance to her rectum and tried to enter, but in
instinctive fear Sylvia twisted away from the unwanted impalement.

     Looking to the side, Sylvia could see what an obscene picture they made in
the full length mirror across the room.  The mirror was a little behind her and
she could not help noticing the lewd contrast of the dog's bright scarlet cock
against her own fever-pink pussy-lips that so desperately wanted to be invaded.

     Hans hunched in a little closer and this time his blindly thrusting cock
slid underneath to rub maddeningly up and down inside the young woman's hot wet
cuntal slit, the whole top side of his massive red shaft swallowed up by her
rich brown pussy hair.

     "Oh God," Sylvia cried out in frustration as that powerful instrument
teased the full length of her warmly secreting pussy, torturing her already
aroused clitoris to a new and painful hardness.  'This was driving her mad!'
she thought to herself, and sobbing in frustration, the panting young brunette
reached back under her body to take Hans's penis in her cool fingers, guiding
it firmly up towards her waiting vagina.  Hans whined as he felt the pressure
around his throbbing member but he let her guide it right up to the
passion-drenched entrance to her vagina.

     "Fuck me now, baby... fuck me hard!" Sylvia begged, and Hans did.

     Sensing he was now at his long goal, the huge dog only did what nature
demanded.  He fucked forward!  He surged ahead on his powerful legs, driving
his gleaming scarlet shaft like a relentless spear deep up into the softly
waiting depths before him, never stopping until his hairy balls slapped hard
against Sylvia's aching clitoris.  Then, as soon as he knew he was all the way
in, Hans began to fuck dog-style, driving rapid machine-gun bursts up into
Sylvia's quailing pussy.

     Sylvia's eyes opened wide in shock as that first thundering thrust tore
all the way up into her pussy.  She grunted, not knowing whether it hurt or
felt good but knowing it would take a little getting used to. Hans, though,
gave her no chance.  Wham, wham, wham, he pounded into her unprepared body,
sinking a little deeper each time into her lust-moistened cuntal flesh.
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     "Aaaaaaagggghhhhh," Sylvia moaned in agony, her last inner defenses
crumbling before that cruel relentless attack.  She tried to crawl forward on
the rug to escape the agony that threatened to tear her loins wide open, but
Hans danced along after her, his forelegs holding tight to her waist.  An angry
growl came from his throat and she knew he wasn't about to let her go.

     The adventurous widow had known a lot of cocks in her life, but never
before had she felt so filled, able to feel every inch of that huge fleshy pole
as it stretched her to the bursting point, digging to depths no man had ever
reached before.  It was clear to Sylvia that she was going to have to stick it
out to suffer under this agonizing impalement until Hans emptied his savage
balls far up inside her heaving belly, his passion finally spent.  Searching
for any way to ease the terrible pain, the desperate young woman opened her
thighs a little wider, hoping to give Hans a straighter easier path up into her
pussy, at the same time trying to relax her vaginal muscles so that she might
open up more to his cruel instinctive thrusts.  And it worked.  Almost
immediately the pain eased as Sylvia stopped trying to fight the irresistible
probe sliding mercilessly up into her wide-stretched cunt.

     "Aaaaaahhhhhhh," the young brunette moaned in relief, her features
softening.  For long moments she crouched before the furiously humping animal,
content that the pain was lessening, and then, it began to feel good.  Little
by little Sylvia's eyes glazed over in a blind stare of passionate acceptance
as she crouched in helpless submission before her animal lover.  Without
warning, almost as if they were acting on their own, her hips began a mindless
automatic motion back against the lewdly invading dog-cock, first in little
circles, then in hard jarring thrusts straight back into Hans's straining loins
while she mewled and moaned in lascivious pleasure.

     Oh God, Sylvia thought.  She'd really been missing out on a lot all these
years.  What power and wild animal strength this big dog had as he poured his
molten flesh into her delighted body!  Compared to some of the tired and effete
members of the intellectual cocktail crowd she had slept with lately, Hans was
a genuine fucking machine, pounding into her with all the vigor of a
lust-driven nineteen year old boy and the strength of a tiger.

     The well-filled widow tried to look back under her kneeling body to watch
that scarlet rod of dog-flesh pounding up into her twitching cunt, but all she
could see was Hans's hairy balls swinging lewdly down between her open legs,
each sharp slap giving her additional jolts of wild pleasure.  Reaching back
between her thighs with one hand, Sylvia circled her fingers around Hans's hot
slippery penis as it flashed in and out between her sensitively throbbing cunt
lips, feeling it slide far up her shuddering pussy.  At the same time the
lewdly excited woman ground her knuckles gratifyingly into her own moist cuntal
flesh, savoring the meeting of her own genitals and the powerful dog's.

     Looking once more over toward the mirror, the sweating, panting, moaning
woman felt a rush of obscene pleasure wash over her as she looked at the
depraved picture they formed together: She, pale-skinned and naked, and this
madly humping animal, his long tongue lolling out from between his fangs as he
fucked her like the bitch she was.  Just the thought of the very forbiddenness
of what she was doing added new dimensions to the erotic signals radiating out
from Sylvia's plundered cuntal depths.  It was so... so... obscene, she thought
in amazement while the ever-growing pleasurely lust spread throughout her
shamelessly used body.

     "Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh, oooohhhhhh," she chanted out each time she moved her
buttocks back against Hans's hard-driving loins.  Never, never, never had she
felt so passionately involved in being fucked, the half-crazed widow dimly
realized, completely enraptured by the wonderful animal-fucking she was
receiving from behind.  One last time she turned to look at the mirror,
fascinated by the sight of her own soft pink inner flesh pulling out of her
vagina with Hans's cock on the out-stroke, only to be pounding back up inside
as he once again jerked forward.  Dazedly she faced back forward, lost in lust,
her mind wandering, the only reality in the world being that huge machine
thundering up into her eagerly accepting cunt.  Cock, cock, cock.  Cock was all
that mattered; that huge vicious dog-cock, that obscene scarlet shaft, that
incredible giver of pleasure.

     Sensing his new friend's arousal, Hans redoubled his efforts, encouraged
into new energy by the complete acceptance of the woman before him, jolting her
forward each time he thrust up into her hotly clinging cunt.  "Uuuuhhhhnnnn,"
she grunted each time his powerful loins thudded against her flexing
ass-cheeks, his huge fleshy pole seeming to penetrate up through her body until
it felt as if it were going to pierce clear up through her belly.  Bracing
herself as best she could, Sylvia opened her thighs even wider, stretching her
whole pubic area wide until she thought she would split wide open, spreading
herself to a degree she had never before thought possible so that she could
gain the full benefit of the animal's enormously enlarged shaft, reveling in
the feel of that heated rock-hardness smashing past her tender pussy lips on
its relentless journey up into her most secret depths.

     The dark-haired beauty was slowly turning into a raving sex-starved
maniac, moaning and cursing and pleading with the slaving animal to fuck her
like she'd never been fucked before.  Yes, yes, her orgasm was almost here now,
but she fought it off, wanting to make this last, wanting to build up to a peak
so high that it would take her forever to come down from it.

     "Fuck me, fuck me Hans!  Fuck your big cock into me!  Cum in me... cum in
me... fill me with your animal cum."

     The twitching, writhing, panting young woman was all but unrecognizable
now, her face distorted into a twisted but somehow oddly beautiful mask of pure
unadulterated lust.  All her sexual fantasies were being fulfilled -- she was
being used and degraded and enslaved beyond her wildest imaginings.  Strange
forgotten masochistic emotions welled up from her unconscious, making her flesh
shiver with forbidden delights while she let her mind dwell on the terrible
nature of the act she was performing.  Never before had the sex act seemed more
lust-filled, more carnal to her as she made her body a willing receptacle for
the thrusting red penis of a brute animal who fucked into her as if she were
only another animal.  Yes, her animal nature had triumphed today, she thought
dizzily as she humped before her furry lover like any female beast of the
jungle.

     Driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Hans's bails, Sylvia
reached back desperately with one hand in an attempt to soothe the wonderful
agony between her legs, the tip of her middle finger pressing down hard on the
swollen little nerve-button.  That was the final trigger her sex-flooded body
needed, and the stunned young woman suddenly felt as if a heavy fist had
thudded into her stomach as all her muscles contracted in a wild delightful
spasm, her buttocks flexing and hollowing as her clenching pussy began to suck
and pull on Hans's throbbing cock.

     "Aunnnnggggghhhhh!" she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her own
long-awaited orgasm.  The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her
animal-lover's blood-engorged cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions
under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking vagina. Suddenly the
dog's searing animal cum began to jet far up into her innermost depths,
flooding her with that obscene warmth she knew so well. The gasping brunette
had a split second to think how different it felt from a man's orgasm mote like
one long powerful squirt that seemed to tunnel a molten path right through her
quivering insides, and then this last realization exploded her mind in a great
flare of colored lights as she started to cum all over again.

     Hans held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long
moan of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated canine
testicles into her wildly gyrating body as she knelt before him in unashamed
depravity.  Sylvia wailed and thrashed as she pressed her hungrily milking
mouth back against the spurting animal cock as if afraid to let one precious
drop of the lustful fluid escape.  The thick white liquid gushed out from
around where her madly working cunt clasped tight around Hans's jerking member,
running in sticky traits down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the white fur
rug below.

     Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young
woman's exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward onto the
sperm-soaked rug to lie in a sodden heap, Hans's fast-shrinking cock slipping
wetly from her pussy with a soft lewd sucking sound.

     For long moments the panting woman lay still, her lovely face buried in
the big dog's soft fur, trying desperately to regain her breath.  Then she
became aware of a strange titillation against her buttocks, and lifting her
head to look in the mirror, she saw that Hans was slowly licking their combined
sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue sliding over her ass-cheeks to dip
obscenely down into her still oozing cuntal slit, the big animal obviously
savoring the exotic tastes of spent passion.

     Sylvia let her head drop wearily back down onto the rug as Hans's gentle
lavings soothed the last dregs of sexual tension from her much-used body.  She
opened her thighs as wide as possible to let his cleansing tongue reach the
very top of her aching slit, soothing rather than exciting her this time,
seeming to heal her ravished pussy-flesh.

     At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully
beside her, his big head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks.  For
nearly a half-hour they lay that way, relaxing, feeling the warmth of one-
another's now so familiar bodies.  Finally Sylvia rolled over and sat up,
patting the big animal affectionately on the head.

     "You got a job for life, pal," she said.  "All the steak and doggy
biscuits you want." And then she remembered that this new lover of hers was
not, after all, her dog, and for a moment she felt a hot wave of jealousy flood
through her, directed at her innocent neighbor, Angela Sims.  'What right did
that up-tight little blonde bitch have to own a marvelous fucking-machine like
Hans anyway?' she thought to herself.  But then reason came back.  Strange, she
thought, I know I've done something that almost anyone else would consider
horribly depraved, but I don't feel guilty at all.  But then guilt had never
been one of her favorite possessions.

     The temptation to just keep the dog was very strong, but it would never
work.  Angela seemed genuinely attached to the handsome animal and would want
him back.

     But so what?  They were neighbors and Angela let the dog run free. She'd
never notice it if her pet started to spending an occasional afternoon at the
friendly old widow's house down the road, would she?  The only trouble was,
Sylvia wondered if an occasional afternoon would be enough for her.  Hell, she
wanted that crazy cock every day if she could get it.

     And then a sudden fear leaped up in her mind.  What if Angela, too, found
out the dog's hidden talents and kept him all to herself?  But she immediately
dismissed the thought.  If Angela did find out, the little prude's first
reaction would be to get rid of the depraved animal as soon as possible.  And
that same little old widow-lady down the road would be happy to take him off
her horrified young hands.  Yes, maybe that would be best after all, Sylvia
mused, but there certainly wasn't anything she could do to make it happen,
other than see that Hans got all the training and stimulation he could handle.
Yes, she smiled to herself, she'd get him so used to human cunt he'd never want
to go back to a female dog.

     "Okay, handsome," she said fondly to Hans.  "Time to get up and go home.
We wouldn't want your prim little mistress to get all upset and start locking
you up, would we."  It took a few moments for the still naked Sylvia to coax
the dog out the door, but finally he left, loping toward the gate.

     "So long, lover," Sylvia called softly.  "See you again soon."


                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 4

     Angela lay on her back in bed, eyes wide open, watching the bedroom slowly
turn light around her.  A few minutes ago she had not been able to see the
chair over by the door, brut now it began to loom out of the semi-darkness like
the wreck of some old ship under water.  Little tendrils of soft light were
sneaking around the edges of the window curtains, spilling down onto the
carpet, being soaked up in its dark nap.

     The young wife had been lying like this for several hours, ever since
about three in the morning, staring into the blackness around her, unable to
close her eyes.  Sleep just wouldn't come, no matter what little tricks she
tried, and she'd tried everything from counting sheep to some simple yoga
mental exercises she had once seen demonstrated on television, but nothing
helped.  She just lay there growing tenser and tenser.  It would have been bad
enough to the young woman if it were just a matter of having drunk too much
coffee the night before, or one of a dozen other simple causes, but she knew
what was really the matter, why she couldn't sleep, and the knowledge made her
feel ashamed.

     She was horny.  She wanted to be made love to.

     Fat chance, the blonde housewife thought bitterly to herself.  Jack lay
snoring next to her, lively as a log in a swamp, his big arms spread out over
the bed in complete relaxation.  One of them periodically flopped across her
body as her husband changed position in his sleep and Angela would then
disgustedly push it away.  It was hard for her to tell for whom or what she
felt the disgust, but she suspected it was as much for herself as for anything.
Once again her treacherous body was dictating moods to her, forcing her mind
into carnal channels where all her training told her it didn't belong.  For the
thousandth time the tortured young woman asked herself what was the matter with
her, and for the thousandth time an angry fight went on in her mind -- the more
modern, intelligent, well-educated part telling her that she was just
exhibiting the signs of normal, healthy physical needs, but the darker part of
her unconscious, spoiled by her parents' fundamentalist beliefs, painted her a
picture of lust and guilt and hell-fire.

     Sensing her husband stir next to her, Angela looked over hopefully to see
if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed.  However, one of his arms fell
across her body once again, this time pressing heavily down against her
breasts.  It was a warm night and both husband and wife were sleeping naked.
This didn't happen too often, since each one of the young couple were somewhat
inhibited about nudity, but right now Angela was glad she was naked because
there was nothing between her sensitive little nipples and that hairy arm but
sensation.  Despite herself, the young blonde felt her body moving a little,
working her breasts up against the weight above, feeling little trickles of
pleasure seeping down into her body.

     Angela must have moved a little too much, because Jack suddenly opened his
eyes, not really seeing anything, but starting to come awake. Turning toward
his wife, he pressed the front of his body close to hers, letting his arm
snuggle around her body, his legs bending forward a little.  Partly to hide her
shame and partly because it was more comfortable, Angela turned away from her
husband, lying on her side facing the same direction as he and automatically
Jack snuggled up to her, holding his young wife protectively in the curve of
his body, one hand unknowingly cupping her breast.

     Oh, how Angela liked that, and at the same time was tortured almost beyond
endurance.  His hand on her naked breast felt like fire and she was terribly
aware of the soft fleshiness of his penis pressing gently into the sensitive
hollow where her buttocks joined her upper thighs, only an inch or two away
from her already moist pussy.  For several minutes Angela lay still and rigid,
then couldn't keep her buttocks from pressing back a little into her husband's
flaccid penis, delighted to feel its soft hotness press a little farther up
into that sensitive crack.  At the same time she ground her left breast -- she
was lying on her left side -- down against the hand that so unconsciously
cupped it.  The young blonde wife was surprised to find that her breathing was
growing faster as she worked herself against her husband's unknowing body,
tantalizing herself shamelessly.

     'My God, was his penis growing hard?' she thought in wonder.

     There seemed to be a stirring high up between her thighs and... yes...
pressure was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks, unmistakably
worming up toward her waiting cunt.  Rapidly losing all sense of caution, the
desperate young woman pressed back harder against her husband's growing
rigidity, all the time sliding her nipple lightly around over the palm of his
hand.

     "W-What?" Jack said sleepily, raising up his head a little and looking at
the back of Angela's head.  She froze, cursing herself for her greed, but for
once she was in luck.  Letting his head flop back down on the pillow, Jack
became slowly aware that he had an erection and that it was shoved somewhere up
between his wife's ass-cheeks.  Nor was he oblivious to the pebble-hard little
nipple digging into his palm.  Angela was a beautiful woman, and the young man
fully realized it and realized also that they were both naked, her warm
sweet-smelling flesh pressed sexilly tight against him.  Also, Jack had been
having an erotic dream, perhaps brought on unknowingly by Angela's pressure
against his loins, and all of a sudden he felt really turned on. Stretching his
head forward, he kissed Angela on the ear.

     "Oh, Jack," she moaned, and almost acting on its own volition, her
buttocks ground hungrily back against his still-growing member.

     "Morning, honey," Jack breathed into his wife's ear and then began to worm
his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up
toward the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead.  In a second he was burrowing a
hot path up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him.  With
something like wonder he felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that
warm moist little cleft, gentle little spasms running over his surprised loins.

     "What a way to wake up," he whispered happily in her ear.

     "Darling, it feels so good," Angela moaned back, arching her lower back a
little so that she could feel more of his swollen member up between her hungry
thighs.  Jack was rubbing a little harder now, his cock quickly swelling to an
almost painful hardness.  Several times he felt the hot bulbous tip slide
across the moistened opening of Angela's vagina but it didn't slip in, since
his madly rubbing shaft was nearly at right angles to his wife's eager cunt. At
the same time Angela was moaning, "Oh, please, Jack, put it in, put it in."

     Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife's
back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to entry
and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch again at the very
entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in. Rather, it skidded away to jab
roughly at Angela's tiny throbbing clitoris.

     "Ahhhhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving
that spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud.  Really
eager now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela's trembling thighs to force her
legs slightly open, and then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to
stuff his aching cock up into that hungry little tunnel.  It was slippery
going, she was so wet down there, and it didn't help that maddened by all the
fumbling over her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area, Angela began
uncontrollably jerking her hips.

     "Hold still, damnit," Jack snarled, and for a few seconds Angela did her
best to obey.  With a grunt Jack managed to push the head of his cock part way
up inside her waiting vagina and then thrust forward firmly with his huge
fleshy penis slid up into the hot wet hole, smoothly, without any pulling at
the tender inner walls, they were so slippery with Angela's freely flowing
moisture.

     "Oooooohhhhhh," the both sighed out together as finally that mighty shaft
lay imbedded its full length up inside Angela's quivering little belly.  For a
long second they lay still together, frozen by the agonizing pleasure of the
penetration they had both been working for.  Angela felt as if some hotly
pulsing electric machine had suddenly been turned on up inside her, sending
wave after wave of breath-taking pleasure throbbing through her tender insides.
And Jack had the sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock from his
waist to his knees.  Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and
growing and realized that maybe he could cum just lying there.  Angela sensed
it too and begged, "Please, Jack, hold it for awhile if you can."

     "I'll try," he answered and meant it.  "Just don't move for awhile," he
asked.  He hoped that if he just kind of let himself soak for a while deep
inside her warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go from his nerves
and he could fuck the hell out of his pretty blonde wife. Unfortunately, the
young man shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and his massive
rod of flesh slip upward into those tender loins another inch.  That was too
much for Angela, who had dutifully been trying to hold motionless despite the
thudding flutters caused by that cock shoved up her from the back.

     Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal
muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around her
husband's lust-engorged penis, "Uuuummmmhhhhh," he moaned, biting his lower
lip.  "For Christ sakes, stop it.  You're gonna make me cum."

     "I-I can't help it," Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters
worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her husband's
loins.  With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way his aching cock was
trapped between his wife's soft voluptuous thighs, Jack had had it.  He could
feel the old familiar explosion deep down in his swollen balls as his sperm
started the mad uncontrollable race up along the fully burgeoned length of his
cock-shaft.

     "Aaaaaauuuuugh," he moaned.  Brutally rolling Angela over on her stomach,
her legs still straight and clamped together, he loomed above her, massive cock
disappearing up between her milk-white thighs, pinning her flailing form to the
bed.  "Jesus H. Christ, here it comes," he roared.  Suddenly his arms
stiffened, palms flat against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was
bent like a bow, his agonized face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained
lust.

     "No, no, no," Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she
knew it was no use.  The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing
cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger rather than the
completion she so sought.  Again and again that obscenely impaling pole jerked
and twitched up inside her, for a minute making her hope that it might kick her
over the edge and start her own orgasm, but then suddenly, almost without
warning, it was over, and Jack collapsed with a wet smack on her back, pressing
her down into the mattress so that for awhile all she was concerned about was
being able to breathe.

     After a few panting seconds she felt her satiated husband pull his still
half-hard penis from between her trembling thighs and the unhappy young woman
was aware of every potentially lust-quenching inch of it as it slid wetly out,
then dragged over the back of her leg, leaving a sticky white trail behind it..
Even after she felt his weight leave her, Angela continued to lie on her
stomach, not wanting Jack to see the tears of frustration rolling down her
cheeks.  But he could not miss the helpless motion of her hips as they ground
mindlessly down against the sheet, seeking the fulfillment that had been so
near.

     "Gee, honey, I'm sorry..." Jack started to say, and then clamped his lips
tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife because he felt
guilty.  "Hell no," he blurted out.  "Why should I be sorry.  I told you to
hold still and then you had to go wild on me. Christ, I coulda made it, so
don't blame me!"  Getting no answer from his wife, the young man rolled angrily
out of bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.  Angela
lay on the bed, still face down, stunned by her husband's unfair attack.  She
wanted to do something to make things right again, but somehow seemed incapable
of moving.  This whole "Sexual charade had been going on for so many months
that there was nothing left inside the unhappy young woman but a vacuum of
misery and despair.  So while her husband took a shower in record time and then
stomped around the bedroom getting dressed, she just lay there, her head turned
toward the wall, wishing the whole miserable mess would go away and she'd find
herself a little girl again, back in bed at her parents' house, ignorant of men
and sex and the way they could pull a woman's soul apart.

     Fortunately for her mental health, a slow anger began building up inside
Angela for the neat way her husband had turned the tables on her, making her
feel guilty for what seemed to her to be his inadequacy.  But it hadn't built
to its full head of steam until after Jack had stalked stiffly through the
living room, ready for work, and gone out the front door, slamming it behind
himself.

     "The bastard!" she suddenly cried out, abruptly sitting up in the bed.
"The dirty rotten bastard!"  For a moment the angry young woman sat there, then
she got lithely to her feet, Her flashing eyes and heightened color made her
look like some aroused goddess in her cream-white nakedness.

     "Well, I'll show him," she muttered to herself, something finally snapping
inside her.  In this one moment of rebellion, about half a lifetime's
inhibitions were swept out of her mind.  Wasn't she entitled to some sexual
satisfaction, she thought bitterly to herself.  After all, she was a married
woman and shouldn't have to go through life half out of her mind with
frustration!  This was a major change in the young woman's outlook.  For the
first time in her life she didn't look on her natural sexual urges as some kind
of depraved inner weakness.  By now they had become too familiar to her, Eke
her own arm or leg.  If she was hungry she'd get something to eat, she
reasoned, and by God, she swore to herself, it would be that way with sex.
She'd show her husband that she didn't need this frustration anymore!

     This didn't mean that for even one second the enraged young housewife had
made up her mind to find a lover -- those inhibitions were still firmly fucked
into her faithful little mind.  No, it merely meant that she now felt
relatively uninhibited to satisfy herself -- with her own hands!

     Stalking over to the chair, Angela decided that this would be a good time
to start, and sat down heavily.  Now that her anger had subsided a little, the
frustrated young blonde realized what frantic signals her unfulfilled little
belly was sending out.  She felt that any moment painful cramps might double
her over as her love-starved insides shuddered and twitched.  Sliding down in
the chair so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body
curved forward, Angela looked down at her pussy and decided to go ahead.  After
all, who would know? But still, her hand hesitated a second before she was able
to make it reach down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger
sliding between her cum-slippery cuntal lips.  With fascinating the young wife
stared down at the way her slender finger pushed aside the thin pink ribbons of
flesh, delving deep into the moist little slip.  She found she could make the
sensations constantly change and grow by rubbing here, then there, by fondling
the thick full cunt lips themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her
finger around and around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.

     "Ooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of
the hot little nubbin.  It was almost as if it were an electric button that
shot high voltage through her helpless body, she found herself thinking.  For
several minutes the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled and played with the aching
flesh up between her thighs, her long shapely legs stretched out in front of
the chair, slightly opened.

     But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so,
hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the softly
petaled opening to her vagina, looking down as she did so so that she could
actually see it push aside the tight muscular opening and slip a little way up
inside her cunt.  From the first, she knew that one finger would not be enough
experience over the past few weeks had taught her that -- so she put two
fingers together and rather brutally shoved them far up between her widespread
legs.  They went in easily, she was so aroused and wet up there, and the
panting girl started sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional
excitement from the obscene wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far
as they could go into her desire-swollen vagina.  Unfortunately that was not
far enough.  Compared to the way her husband's huge penis had stabbed up nearly
to her womb, Angela's fingers were plainly inadequate -- just a bad joke, but
at least she knew that there was no danger of their cumming prematurely!

     Angela's head was lying back against the top of the armchair, her eyes
half closed while she savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when suddenly
she was able to see from under her lashes a stealthy movement by the door.

     "Hans!" she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. "You go
back in the living room!"  The big dog had his handsome head stuck around the
edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the bedroom. "Go on out, I
say!" Angela ordered again.  Quickly the big head was pulled back around the
comer and she could hear his nails clicking down the hall. The suddenly
liberated housewife may have felt justified in satisfying her needs herself,
but somehow she just couldn't face doing it in front of the dog.

     With a grateful sigh, Angela sent her fingers sliding once more in and out
of her hungering pussy, but somehow the dog's intrusion had spoiled the effect.
Try as she might, Angela could not get the same burning pleasure from the act
as she had done before.  A few minutes ago she had known she was on the way to
orgasm, even if she wasn't in a hurry, but now, her fingers just didn't seem to
be doing the job.  Impatiently she inserted a third, but even though it made a
thicker mass going up into her more and more disinterested cunt, at the same
time she was not able to get them in so deep.

     "Oh, damn, damn, damn," she moaned aloud.  Was she to be frustrated
another time?  God, she hoped not.  Her belly still screamed for release even
if her fingers were able to provide it.  Determined, now that she had made up
her mind to handle her own sexual problems, the young blonde housewife got up
from her chair gum-faced and walked naked into the kitchen, heavy taut breasts
swaying sensually from her purposeful stride. Opening the vegetable bin, she
rummaged around inside for a moment, frowning in concentration and obviously
trying to make a decision, then with a grunt, she straightened up holding a
huge fresh carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment,
noting the tiny bits of dirt clinging to the outside and grimaced,
distastefully.  Going to the sink, she washed the carrot and picking up a
potato peeler began to strip off the skin in long brightly colored curls.  In a
moment the big vegetable was naked in her hand and then the frowning housewife
turned her attention to the sharp tip.  That would never do, she mused, and
picking up a knife, carved the end of the carrot into a blunt rounded shape,
never really letting her mind think for too long about the lewd thing she was
about to do.

     All this time Hans was watching his mistress through the door, although he
was keeping obediently far back in the living room.  The sight of her naked
loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the
air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her thoroughly soaked
vagina, were beginning to have a predictable effect on the oddly trained
animal.  He had made several trips to see Sylvia lately, but instead of
satisfying him, this had made the big dog's hunger for human women burn all the
more furiously.  But something warned him into being cautious.  He could sense
somehow, how different his mistress was from the completely amoral brunette
down the road.  Still, his eyes followed her eagerly as she walked back into
the bedroom, holding the thick orange carrot up in front of her like some
sacred relic.  The dog stole to the bedroom doorway and peeked around just in
time to see Angela sit down once again in the chair in the same position as
before.

     For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her legs
lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below.  Her fingers grasped
the carrot tightly as she slowly began to realize what an obscene thing she was
doing.  And besides, it was so big and might hurt her.  But, oh damn, what's
the use, she moaned to herself and positioned the bright orange instrument
right up against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina.  Without giving
herself any more chance to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange tip a
short way up inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness.  Then she
slowly began to rotate the hard blunt instrument around and around, working it
up into her steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in fascination to
watch it disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.

     "Assssshhhh," she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the
strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins.  Finally most
of the huge carrot was sunk up inside, just enough of the bright orange shaft
sticking out to provide a good grip.  Wrapping her fingers around the lewd
protuberance, the blonde young wife began experimentally moving the carrot in
and out between her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes
big and dreamy as she ground lust into her body with this obscene tool.

     Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she
moved the carrot in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of
pleasure that she had never before even imagined existed.  Oh, God, she
thought, if this was only something she could tell Jack, then perhaps he would
be able to do the same things with his hot, throbbing, living cock -- but no,
if he ever tried anything like that he would cum in ten seconds!

     Angela felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the
carrot in a rotary motion, she was able to press its bulbous tip up against the
sensitive opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful
bolts of ecstasy to make her belly quiver.  When she had aroused herself to a
state bordering on blind madness with this technique, the gasping housewife
decided it was time to sprint for the ultimate goal -- orgasm.  Pulling the
carrot out almost its full length, the hard, brightly-colored surface slippery
with her warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as far
as it would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.

     For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had indeed
broken something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal
muscles tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling
as her ass-cheeks clenched.  For almost a full ten seconds, the beautiful young
blonde hung motionless on the edge of the chair, her fingers shoved right up to
the mouth of her vagina, the thick orange carrot nearly vanished inside.  Then,
"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost
beyond endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up inside her
tender belly.

     Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then
rammed it back in again.  She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the orange
spear out, holding it there a moment as her body prepared for the onslaught,
screaming in lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it up
inside her wetly quivering cunt.  Slowly the tempo increased until the strange
substitute penis was a flashing streak of orange reflections drumming in and
out of the sobbing gasping young woman's sucking cuntal depths.  Angela's head
was twisting wildly back and forth against the back of the chair in passion,
her eyes shut, long blonde hair whipping across her flushed features.  Farther
and farther her legs fell open until they were a great "vee" splaying out wide
in front of the chair.  With wonderful certainty the panting young wife knew
her orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome potential building,
building far up inside her throbbing belly.  Drawing in a choked breath, Angela
shifted her grip on the obscene substitute penis that was to bring her
completion, ready to push herself over the edge with one last series of hard
passionate thrusts, eyes still tightly closed.  Then her whole body went rigid
with shock and fear as she felt the unmistakable touch of something cold
against the inside of her knee, accompanied by a warm breath.

     Angela's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been
caught in her shameless act, the carrot still buried obscenely deep up in her
pussy, its knobby orange length protruding back out by itself as the frightened
young woman's hands flew out to grip the arms of the chair.

     "H-Hans!" she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief.  While her
eyes had been closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her widespread
thighs, driven past the point of caution as he saw his lovely naked mistress so
obviously thrusting something into herself, the maddening, exhilarating smell
of her passion filling the room with a heady aroma the lusty dog had come to
know so well.

     "Hans!" Angela said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment
trying to struggle more erect in the chair, but the carrot buried deep in her
cunt plus the dog's presence between her awkwardly splayed thighs made it
difficult to maneuver.  Making one hand of the arm of the chair to clutch
desperately at the impaling vegetable between her legs only made the struggling
young woman lose her balance, and she fell back heavily in the chair.

     "Damn it," she said a third time to the big dog.  "You get out of here,
Hans.  Let me up!"  But Hans only whined eagerly between his mistress' spread
white legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself away now. While
Angela lay back in the chair struggling for balance, the titillated German
shepherd could not resist moving his head forward until it was only inches away
from the lust-arousing loins before him, so that he could sense the heat
emanating from the widespread pink slit.  Automatically his long tongue shot
out to drink in those juices, stabbing into the soft pink flesh just above the
visible stump of the carrot, then working down underneath toward the little
pucker of her anus.

     The effect on Angela was as if she had touched a live wire.  She stiffened
in amazement, her desire to get up temporarily driven from her mind by that
hot, wet, living piece of flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins.
Looking down in wonder, stunned at the intensity of her body's reaction to her
pet's lewd tonguing, the young woman could only stare as the big animal did his
best to lick over and around the carrot still imbedded in the depths he so
desired to invade.  Gently Hans opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard
shaft between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening orange shaft
slid slowly and excruciatingly out of Angela's trembling loins.

     "Nnnnngggg," Angela moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the
slow withdrawal.  Her intention of once again ordering the German shepherd away
blew up like a puff of smoke, as her tortured mind temporarily stopped
functioning.

     "No, no, Hans," she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor. Like
a bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that huge furry head
poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting to stop this impending
obscenity but helpless to move or cry out.

     "Aaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long
thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal
opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through
her vulnerable body.  Before she could recover her control the darting pink
tongue flickered over her shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath
from her lungs.

     "No, no, no... this can't be," she gasped out, unable to do more than
writhe helplessly in the chair, her fingers digging into the upholstered arms.
Could this be happening to her? Was her own dog actually licking and slavering
at her nakedly offered loins or was it all part of some shameful dream? Again
and again her conscience told her to sit up in the chair and push the dog away,
but her treacherous body refused to obey.  No, no, no, this wasn't right, her
mind screamed out, this was depraved, wrong!  But then she remembered the
obscene act she had been performing only moments before, the very nadir of
depravity as she fucked the lewdly peeled car-rot in and out of her shameless
cunt.  How could this be so much worse? Was it because the animal was alive and
his big brown eyes were looking up at her even as his tongue buried itself up
into her spasming vagina?

     By the time all these thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the
moaning young housewife's mind, it was too late.  That curling, dipping,
thrusting tongue now had complete control over her pitifully cringing body,
lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight
it, she thought finally.  Only a short time ago, she had made the decision to
do something about her deprived sex life, short of adultery, and maybe this was
the answer.  At least Hans would never be able to tell on her.

     "Oh, Hans... baby," she heard her voice moan.  "Do it to me.  Lick...
lick.  Oh please, baby, make your Angela cum."  The last of her resistance
gone, Angela's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving
tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the
carpet beneath to give her more leverage.  Out and in, out and in, wetly
flashed that long thick tongue, starting down at Angela's tiny little anus,
gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her
fever-pink cunt lips, slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp
maddeningly across her achingly erect clitoris.  On and on, again and again,
Hans licked tirelessly, happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so
defenselessly before him, savoring the hot musky taste and odors, trying to
slip his hungry tongue as far up into his mistress's fluttering pussy-mouth as
it would go.  The handsome animal was happy, happy that he would be able to
know his beloved mistress in the same way as he knew the beautiful woman down
the road.

     Angela seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous
choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her
buttocks churned wildly in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the long tongue
slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the
completely conquered woman twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile
acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into her innermost depths, totally
lost in the ecstasy which had drowned her long years of moral training.

     "Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaahhhh," she chanted mindlessly, each moaning
utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Hans's incredible tongue. She knew
she was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now.  A throbbing force
had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would
sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old
strings of culminating passion.  The gasping young wife's eyes slowly opened to
stare unseeingly up at the ceiling, a faint terror lurking in there deep blue
depths, some ancient instinctual hidden monster that would emerge from her past
to turn her into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female flesh.  Growing
relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the trembling young woman
stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering
tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.

     Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded
the desperate young housewife three times already today exploded through her
like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy.
A long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched teeth and her screaming
loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an
attitude of shuddering tension.  She didn't move beyond that, just held there,
the cords In her slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent
white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming
body.  It was an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without time or
spacial reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that
swept away the accumulated frustration of months of inadequate sex.

     When finally it was over, Angela's whole body went limp as if someone had
cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in
front of the surprised Hans.  The handsome German shepherd reached down to try
and continue his eager licking at his mistress' sweet-tasting cunt but she
slumped forward a little, unconsciously hiding her treasures from the
disappointed dog.

     "P-Please," she begged her pet.  "Got to... got to get my breath." It was
over for her now.  She had what she had wanted for so long -- complete release.
Angela marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling
yet relaxed. It was almost as if it were a new body, one she had never known
before, new born, cleansed of the twisting tensions that her frustrated
sex-life had let distort its milk-white perfection.

     Resting part of her weight on Hans's powerful neck, the still trembling
young wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving room
cupboard, opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a glass.  She
knew she was going to need a good stiff drink before her mind started working
again.  Angela poured a good two ounces of the amber liquid in the glass and
drank it straight down without a breath, choking and coughing for a moment as
the alcohol seemed to carve its own trail down her throat.  Gratefully the
young blonde felt a soothing warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she
had finished a second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a
dignified quiet flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young woman's
absorption with the bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy Hans standing
close behind her, stating up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid
disappointedly back up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach.  The sight
of that obscene instrument, bared nakedly in obvious response to her own
preceding arousal, would probably have been too much for the young housewife to
take.

     As it was, there was enough to think about.  Not pushing her thoughts, the
lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed,
chin resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew she should be
wracked with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague feeling of unease.
Each time her conscience started to attack, it was quickly put down by the
memory of the unbelievable orgasm that had swept over her grateful body only
minutes before.  And the musing young woman was fully aware that the orgasm
owed its special nature to Hans's wonderful tongue; of that she was sure, As
far as her mind was concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the
stick, although she couldn't help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of
"carrot."  Yes, her need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her
dog's willingness to... well... lick her, why not make use of it?  It wasn't as
if she were being unfaithful to her husband, although some little voice in the
back of her head kept trying to warn her that it just wasn't natural: She was a
woman, not a dog.

     But what harm could it possibly do?  No one would ever know, and maybe it
was the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved.  Suddenly the young
blonde's jaw set determinedly.  One thing was sure!  She'd do almost anything
to have more orgasms like the one Hans had licked into her, and if that was the
only way she could get them, so be it!

     Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden
rush of love for the big animal come over her.  How could the dog's natural
reactions to her need be wrong? she asked herself.  After all, Jack had brought
the dog here so she wouldn't be lonely, and if she got a few extra benefits out
of the arrangements, so what?  All she knew was the wonderful new way she felt.

     "Oh, Hans," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's
handsome head to her still naked breasts.  Hans naturally started to lick the
proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away.  "No, no," she said.  "That's
enough for today.  I don't want to be greedy, do I?"  Never considering in her
innocence that the dog might have needs of his own.

     One thought did hit her though.  Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife
found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other women,
after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett's house.  Well, that
would have to stop.  Hans was her dog, and she didn't want some woman taking
his affection away from her.

     "Okay, lover-boy, you're a kept dog from now on.  No more chasing around
over the countryside.  You and I are going to spend a lot of time together from
now on, right here in the house."

     Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young woman
walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling better about the
future than she had in months.


                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 5

     Hans lay in one corner of the yard, in the shade of the fence, feeling
miserable.  For three days he hadn't been allowed outside to run in the woods
or prowl through the fields.  And worst of all, he could no longer go see the
beautiful woman who lived down the road.  True to her determination, his
mistress had him in.

     Sadly the big animal looked up at the catch on the gate, one that even the
brightest dog would be unable to operate.  Besides his frustration at being
locked in, Hans was also becoming increasingly upset over his relations with
his lovely blonde owner.  Several times she had him lick her, only to quit and
dismiss him just when his own need was beginning to make itself felt.  Much
different than with the woman down the street, and although he loved his
mistress, the big animal wished he were with Sylvia right now.  His head raised
as Angela opened the back door.

     "Hi,  handsome,"  she  called  happily.  "Going to take a bath and then
maybe you can come in for a little while and we'll play."  Hans couldn't
understand the words but he could see that she had on only her robe, partly
open down the front so that part of the lush naked body underneath showed
through.  Despite his dejection the sex-oriented animal became instantly
interested, but before he could get to his feet the door closed once again and
Angela was gone.  With a sigh Hans put his head back down on his paws, settling
in for a long dull wait.

     He wasn't the only one frustrated that day.  Just a few hundred yards away
the lovely Sylvia Bennett was nervously pacing her living room.  For three days
now she had been waiting for the big dog from up the street to make his usual
afternoon cam, but he hadn't shown up.  The beautiful young widow had quickly
grown dependent on the satisfaction she gained from her animal lover's
energetic ministrations.  Now that he no longer came, she felt the loss as
sharply as some young romantic teenager over her first affair.

     "Damn," she swore to herself, feeling betrayed.  Earlier in the morning
she'd promised herself that if Hans didn't show up by noon, she would go and
investigate.  Sylvia had been tactfully staying away from the Sim's house, not
wanting to let the cat out of the bag just in case Hans got a little too
friendly with her in front of Angela.  But now an alarming thought occurred to
Sylvia.  What if Hans had been run over, or dog-napped?  These last disturbing
thoughts finally propelled the dark-haired beauty into action.  She just had to
go find out what was the matter, so heading straight out the door she started
for Angela's house.

     A couple of minutes later the nervous woman was at the fence surrounding
the Sims' yard.  Seeing no one around, Sylvia peered over the fence and the
first thing she spotted was Hans, who saw her at the same time.  In a flash the
big dog was up on his feet galloping over to the gate.  He stood on his hind
legs and began to lick Sylvia's hands which she obligingly held down to him.

     "Hi, big boy," she said in delight.  "How come you don't come over to see
me anymore.  Met a nice little cocker spaniel?"  Even while she was saying
this, Sylvia saw that the lock on the gate had been fastened, and in a manner
that showed someone didn't want the dog to be able to open it. "Soooo..."
Sylvia breathed out.  For some reason Angela was keeping Hans locked up.  There
were an intriguing host of possible reasons and for a moment the musing woman's
mind slid over the truth, suspecting that Angela must have discovered the dog's
talents and wanted to save them all for herself.  But just as quickly this
thought was dismissed as being too wildly improbable.  Sylvia could never
imagine her prudish young neighbor trying anything so blatantly sinful.

     Sylvia called out Angela's name, but there was no answer from the house,
because, unknown to Sylvia, her young neighbor was noisily taking a bath,
preparatory to her afternoon's debauchery.  Assuming there was no one home, the
next step came naturally to Sylvia.  Since the only barrier between Sylvia and
Hans was the locked gate, and since Sylvia desperately desired the company of
the big animal, she unfastened the lock.

     "Come on, boy," she whispered to the eager dog.  "Let's go for a little
walk down to my house.  I want to show you my etchings."  The lovely widow felt
a little silly whispering to the animal, but she knew she was semi-stealing him
and naturally felt defensive.  Still, temptation was too great and a moment
later she was leading the gaily romping Hans down the road towards her place.

     Once she had the big animal inside her living room, the beautiful brunette
closed the drapes over the sliding glass doors.  It was a warm day so she left
the doors themselves open a bit for a little fresh air.

     "All right, me boy," she said, turning towards Hans.  "Why waste valuable
time?"  Alread Sylvia could feel little tremors in her belly at the exciting
thought of what she and the eager German shepherd were going to do.  Feverishly
the excited woman began pulling at her clothes, wanting to strip away all the
barriers between her waiting flesh and her canine companion's impressive array
of equipment.  Somehow it added to the young widow's excitement to see how
avidly Hans watched her body slowly bare itself before him.  The big dog stood
as if he were on parade, his whole body alert and upright, his pointed ears
cocked forward.

     Finally, standing in all her naked glory like some ancient Greek statue
carved from polished cream-color marble, Sylvia called out softly to Hans.
"Come on, Hans... come over here to Mama."

     Hans hardly needed the invitation.  Quickly the big dog loped over to her,
his cold wet nose running quickly over the lovely naked form before him,
searching out all her proud curves and secret hollows.  Then he stood back, as
if to ask, "Where are you going to lie down?"

     Seeing the question in the dog's eyes, Sylvia felt a hot flush of lust run
through her at the totally obscene knowledge that she was desired by a dog, a
dog!  "Today's going to be a little different," she said in a husky voice to
Hans.  "It starts right here and now."  With that the lovely young widow slowly
spread apart her legs, still standing, and at the same time thrust her hips
forward so that her darkly furred loins loomed invitingly right in front of the
animal's waiting muzzle.  Holding her breath, Sylvia watched that massive head
reach out tentatively towards her lusting pussy.  She flinched a little and
shivers rippled up and down her thighs as once again she knew the tantalizing
touch of the cool nose against her naked flesh, stirring her close-curled pubic
hair.

     Then, just as she had hoped, the long hot animal tongue snaked from Hans's
mouth and splayed wetly over her trembling pussy-lips.

     "Uuuuhhhnnnn," Sylvia moaned through half-parted teeth as darting hot
sparks of desire seemed to ricochet up from between her legs.  Almost at once
her swollen little nipples started to harden in response to the maddening wet
caress below.  Moving her hands slowly up along her sides, the gasping woman
cupped them under her quivering breasts, massaging the stiffening tips into
pebble hardness as Hans began to lick in earnest at her cunt below.

     "Oh, Christ, how did I ever last three days without this?" Sylvia moaned
to herself.  Damn, she'd never let the dog go back home.  Wild thoughts of
hiding the erotic animal in the attic flickered through her spinning mind.
Breathing harder now, the panting woman worked her legs open a little wider,
doing all she could to open her twitching cunt more to the lapping dogs great
hot tongue, waning it to delve deeper and deeper up into her naked pussy-flesh.
Hans obligingly did his best to help, turning his head to one side so that he
could lick right up into the partially hidden vagina above, her wet pink cuntal
lips parting lewdly before his determined attack.

     Looking down in hard-breathing fascination, Sylvia watched the
saliva-covered tongue push its hot way through the tender hair-fringed folds of
her pussy, searing far up inside before finally slithering back out and up,
with a nerve-tingling lick, over her sensitively trembling little clitoris.
Then reached out to start its lewd progress all over again from far back
between her shuddering thighs, extending almost all the way back to her anus as
it began again its maddening trip.

     Looking more than ever like a pagan goddess, the lovely young brunette
stood in full naked abandon before the huge beast crouching up between her
widespread legs.  Gradually her body began to rotate above the waist in a slow
sensual movement, her hands still gliding in voluptuous circles over her
passion-swollen breasts while her head twisted slowly from side to side so that
her thick dark mane shifted sensuously from one pale shoulder to the other.

     "Oh... Hans... baby... it's beautiful... good... almost too much."  I-I
don't think I can stand it," Sylvia managed to gasp out.  This was the best she
had ever experienced with the dog, maybe because of three days of expectant
waiting.  It was the most wonderful tonguing imaginable. If only it could be
canned or bottled, I'd be a millionaire, she thought crazily to herself.  God,
the feelings were so strong.  Already her legs were trembling so badly she
wondered how long she would be able to remain standing.  A long time, she
hoped, because she wanted this sweet torture to go on forever, or at least
until she came, which sure as hell was going to happen soon.  If there were
only some way to prolong this ecstasy.

     Each shattering swipe of Han's expert tongue was opening up her vagina
more and more, so far in fact that the slavering animal was able to thrust his
curling tongue-tip directly up into the hot wet little passage. This new
assault almost brought Sylvia up on the top of her toes as she felt the dog
burrow into her sensitive inner surfaces.  Moaning incoherently, the agonized
woman reached down to take the dog by the ears in an effort to pull his
lust-inciting tongue even deeper into her quaking cunt.  Gasping as she leaned
forward, the maddened woman saw that Han's great cock was already beginning to
emerge from inside his loins, swollen into fully aroused hardness, teased into
fife by the wild stimulation of licking a naked passionate young woman.  A
great happiness swept over the love-starved dog and for the moment his
frustration of the past two days was forgotten.

     Sylvia stood above him, frozen into immobility for a moment despite the
frenzied working of Hans's tongue between her thighs, staring at the great
scarlet spear of dog-flesh.  She knew that in a few minutes she could once
again have that massive member sunk to the hilt up in her hungry vagina, just
as soon as she came under the wild lickings of his talented tongue.  That was
the way it had been before and that was the way it could be today.  But there
was a streak of perverse adventurousness in the lovely young widow and slowly a
plan was forming in her agile mind. Yes, it could be different today, she
mused.

     Below her, Hans stopped his licking, sensing the change in the woman's
mood and looked up questioningly.  Never taking her eyes from that glistening
penis beneath his furry belly, now over half exposed , Sylvia pushed his big
head away from her warmly seeping loins and began to lower herself to her knees
next to the German shepherd.  Hans whined unhappily, not wanting to be deprived
of the exotic taste of the intoxicating perfumes that poured in such bountiful
quantity from that tender warm slit up between those silky human thighs, but
Sylvia began to speak softly to him.

     "I told you it was going to be different today, Hans," she said. "Now lie
down like a good dog.  Lie down, boy."

     This was the command that Angela, his mistress would give the big dog when
he was romping around too vigorously, and at first he thought he was being
reprimanded.  Whimpering unhappily, he dropped his head sadly and his penis
retracted back up into his belly, apparently wilted by the new development.  At
first horrified by the disappearance of this vital appendage, Sylvia realized
at once what was bothering the big animal and began to speak more
encouragingly.

     "That's okay, Hans, you've been a good dog... good dog.  Lie down, lie
down and Mama will see that you never forget this day."  Gently the naked young
woman pushed Hans down, still murmuring soothingly, "Good boy, good boy."

     Finally the big German shepherd was lying full length on the rug, his head
half-hidden between his paws, still not sure whether he was in trouble or not.
Sylvia couldn't keep from laughing a little at the child-like expression on the
big dog's face as he looked up at her with big brown eyes full of hope.
Dropping lithely down onto the carpet herself. Sylvia squirmed around until her
hips and loins were positioned right next to the dog's head, her own face down
by his hindquarters.  The next part was going to be the hardest, she thought.
If only he would understand what she wanted...

     "Now roll over, Hans, roll over," the naked young beauty urged.  At the
same time she gave a little shove with her hands and sure enough, he rolled
over on his back, his hairy penis-sheath prominently displayed. Drawing one leg
up, bent at the knee, so that her thighs once again opened to bare her
still-throbbing pussy between, the adventurous young widow wiggled her lush
hips in close to Hans's muzzle as he lay facing her, almost pressing her cunt
into the dog's questioning face.

     "Okay, old buddy," Sylvia commanded.  "Let's start light back at the
beginning."  Her voice choked a little with excitement.  "Lick my cunt... lick
it again!"

     That was all the encouragement Hans needed.  Once again that massive head
buried itself deep up between his beautiful human friend's lewdly parted legs
so that his tongue might lap at the warm secretions flowing so freely from her
pouting cunt.  As the first lick seared into her loins, Sylvia found herself
paralyzed from the sheer ecstasy of it unable for several minutes to move or
even think coherently as the well-remembered flood of sensual bliss drew tight
every nerve.  Then she remembered what she wanted to do and looked down
hungrily towards the now shrunken sheath that hid Hans's temporarily
uninterested penis.  Yes, the gasping woman thought as her hips jerked
uncontrollably under the dog's eager lingual caresses, she wanted to bring that
giant scarlet shaft in all its obscene lustful hardness out of hiding.  She
wanted to make the animal cum with her own hands, to draw the hot sperm up from
those hairy balls to jet lewdly out from the pointed tip.

     The depraved nature of the young widow's desires only added another
perverse thrill to the others already chasing through her shamelessly
positioned body as again and again her animal companion lapped hungrily over
and through her aching pussy mound, his scorching tongue digging wetly between
her vaginal lips like a knife through hot butter.  Gasping, Sylvia slid one of
her hands up over Hans's hairy belly, gliding it sensuously deep down into the
softness of the dog's loins, letting it wander over the thin velvety skin
before finally her questing fingers moved to the lewd bulge of the animal's
hairy penis sheath, squeezing firmly at the potential hardness inside.

     Hans whined loudly under his part-time mistress's hot stimulating touch,
feeling his penis jerking uncontrollably deep up within his own belly.  Sensing
the dog's reaction, the increasingly excited girl lay on her side, so that both
arms were free of her weight, and moved a second hand up to join the first,
using them together to press and knead at the hairy protuberance.  With a
feeling of lust-filled triumph the shameless divorcee could feel the hidden
shaft inside begin to stir and grow, and she waited breathlessly, hoping for
the appearance of that excitingly pointed tip.  Impatient, Sylvia reached back
with one hand towards her canine lover's flaccid testicles and scratched
lightly with her nails over its sensitive surface, bringing another sharp yip
from the surprised and pleased Hans.

     This was a totally new and unexpected turn of events for the big animal.
So far his whole sexual repertoire with human females had been either to lick
them or to ram his aroused penis up into the tender little mating hole that
nestled so high up between their lovely thighs.  But now he liked what this
beautiful neighbor was doing to Wm.  He could continue to savor the warm rich
juices gushing from her tender naked pinkness while at the same time be bathed
in pleasure himself.  Eagerly the happy animal continued to lick at the pungent
pussy-flesh throbbing so hotly under his lashing tongue, spurred on by the new
stirring in his powerful loins. This renewed attack on her private parts
registered on every one of Sylvia's screaming nerves but never once did she
slacken her obscenely methodical massaging of Han's loins.

     As her fingers continued the gentle caressing, she could feel a strong
surging inside the soft-furred covering and knew it would be only a few seconds
before she saw the first scarlet evidence of Han's arousal.

     Oh God, yes, the lewdly aroused young woman thought to herself, her breath
catching in her throat, here it comes now!  And the dog penis she had so busily
been bringing to life shot out with a smooth wet rush, glistening brightly in
the light.  Despite all her experience, the staling Sylvia couldn't help
watching in wide-eyed fascination as the throbbing organ grew and grew under
her still working fingers until it had reached the mammoth proportions she knew
so well.  Moving her fingers slowly down from the hairy sheath, she placed them
around the naked shaft itself, finding it wet and slippery to the touch, the
scarlet flesh lubricated with its own juices.  With a look of totally obscene
fascination the raggedly breathing brunette seized the throbbing member
directly and began sliding her hands slowly up and down its burning length.
Another sharp yelp broke from the dog's throat at this new sensation, but the
trembling animal never once stopped licking at the ever-flowering opening
before his snout.  His was the best of two worlds.

     For Sylvia too it was a special occasion.  Many times before in her
lust-studded career, the wanton young beauty had engaged in what she considered
the ultimate obscenities, but the very depravity of what she was doing now --
actively pumping a dog's cock while the dog licked below into her cunt filled
the panting staring woman with wicked feelings of sheer carnal abandon.  Her
eyes fastened on the thick beveled organ trapped so tightly between her working
fingers as she rhythmically pulled and jerked, sliding the moist scarlet skin
back and forth over the hot rigid core beneath, wanting to be able to see that
hot animal sperm gushing forth.

     What would it be like? she wondered.  How much of it was there?  From the
quantity of it that had gushed, from her own cunt when Hans had cum in her
before, she thought there would be plenty.  These salacious questions burned in
the young woman's lust-crazed brain as she pumped madly on that huge fleshy
animal shaft.  And when it finally happened, when Hans finally came, she wanted
to cum too -- wanted to join her animal lover in one long wet orgasmic
upheaval, both of them writhing together in unholy ecstasy.


                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 6

     Angela Sims stepped out of her bath like Aphrodite rising from the waves,
a vision of beauty, the water dripping from her flawlessly curved body, her
long blonde hair tied up in a slightly damp shining blob of gold behind her
head.  Humming to herself, the young wife stood on the bath mat, slowly drying
herself with a large fleecy towel, marveling how such a simple act could have
so much hidden sensuality in it.

     Ever since the young housewife had determined to do something about her
deprived sex life, the whole world had seemed different.  She shivered a little
as the towel brushed lightly over her high-swelling breasts, automatically
bringing the sensitive little nipples half-way erect.  Yes, ever since Hans had
taught her just how strongly her body could react to touch and feel, the happy
young blonde had never ceased to marvel at the endless possibilities for
sensual pleasure.

     Sliding the towel slowly down over her sleek flat belly, Angela savored
for a moment the final delight of her bath, hesitating before finally dropping
the towel to her loins to tease lightly at her golden pubic hair, rubbing the
water away, yet at the same time doing far more. Already she could sense the
sensual moisture building up inside her cunt, not only from the gentle pressure
of the towel against her nerve-filled inner softness but also from the
knowledge that within a few minutes Hans' lust-quelling tongue would once again
be slipping deep up into her quivering wetness.

     The very thought of the lewd scene she was anticipating with her huge pet
began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young woman's
mind, so she hurried her final moments in the bathroom, suddenly anxious to
begin the afternoon's shameful debauchery.  Putting on her dressing gown over
her milk-white nakedness and carelessly tying the belt in front, Angela walked
quickly through the house, heading for the back door.  Opening the door, the
lovely young blonde called out, "Hans!  Come on in, boy.  It's time."  She
remained by the door, holding it open for several seconds, expecting the dog's
usual eager entry, but nothing happened.  This time the young woman put her
head a little ways out the door, holding the dressing gown together over her
voluptuously swelling breasts and called again, "Hans!  Hans, come here!"
Nothing.

     Perplexed by now, Angela decided she'd better go outside and see what was
wrong.  Just the other day the big dog had been madly engaged in digging for a
gopher, and his mistress was hardly able to coax him from his exciting task.
But to the young wife's surprise, she didn't see Hans anywhere.  Walking
through the yard, Angela looked behind everything that could possibly conceal a
large German shepherd, but he had obviously disappeared.  That's when she saw
it.

     The gate was slightly open!

     Walking quickly to the gate, forgetting for a moment to keep a tight hold
on the top of her dressing gown so that it gaped open, exposing all of one
breast down to the nipple, Angela stared in perplexed horror at the open lock.
The surprise quickly turned to anger.  Only a human could have opened the gate,
she knew, it just wasn't possible for a dog to do it with his teeth!

     Her dog had been kidnapped!

     One hand flying to her mouth in the classic attitude of shock, the young
woman stepped through the open gate, giving one last pleading cry, "Hans!
Hans, baby, come here."  But even before the words were out of her mouth,
Angela knew it was useless.  There would be no answer.  For several agonized
seconds the distraught young woman walked about aimlessly by the gate, no
particular plan in mind, but rather automatically hoping that if she stayed
near the spot somehow everything would be made right and she would have Hans
back.

     As she lowered her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening to
overflow, her gaze played unheedingly over the ground before what she was
looking at began to make sense.

     There were tracks near the gate!  Dog prints mixed with the prints of a
woman's shoe!  It had rained the night before and the ground was still soft, a
little muddy in places, so the prints were clearly visible.

     Bending lower, the staring young blonde took a close look at the tracks.
The dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned.  They were too big to
belong to any other dog in the neighborhood.  But what about the shoe prints?
Could they have been made by the person who took Hans?  Angela wondered
excitedly.  Almost without realizing it, the bereaved young wife had drifted
away from the gate, walking down the road following the prints. Yes -- yes...
Hans' prints continued on besides those others, there was no doubt of it now.
Looking up, Angela found herself already half-way down the road toward Sylvia's
house, and then all at once the whole picture fell into place.  How stupid of
her not to have realized it at once, she thought bitterly.

     Sylvia had stolen Hans!

     Yes, somehow the shameless woman who lived down the road must have found
out about Hans' strange interests, Angela thought in rising anger. Yes, that
thieving bitch must be forcing her beloved dog into horrible perversions right
this moment.  Never did it occur to the angry young woman to temper her
condemnation of her neighbor with the admission that she too little Angela the
pure -- had also been guilty of encouraging the animal in acts that would have
both shocked and sickened her only short days ago, but then, jealousy works
that way.  Yes, Angela was jealous, as jealous as she would have been if some
predatory woman had lured away her husband Jack.  Maybe even a little more,
because she was not able to find with Jack the same fantastic sexual release
she found with Hans.

     Determinedly the lovely young blonde strode down the road toward Sylvia's
house, seemingly unconcerned that she was clad only in her dressing gown, her
long blonde hair beginning to escape from the knot she had tied it in, one
thick lock after another falling about her shoulders as she walked.

     When Angela was only a few short yards from Sylvia's back gate she heard a
sharp yapping sound that could only have come from Hans' throat, and a cold
wave of fear passed over her body.  What was Sylvia doing to Hans, anyhow?

     Pushing through the gate without calling out, the anxious young woman
walked right up to the slightly open sliding glass doors.  For just a second
she hesitated at the entrance, not able to see inside the house because of the
drapes that were pulled shut behind the doors, but once again she heard that
sharp yip, this time accompanied by a low moan. Impulsively Angela swept aside
the drapes and walked into the room, looking around fiercely, then the angry
young woman froze in shock, her eyes opening wide as she stared in disbelief at
the depraved scene before her.

     In the soft light of the room, Angela at first saw only a tangle of
gleaming human flesh and soft brown fur, but a second analysis showed her
Sylvia's naked body lying half on its side, one leg lewdly bent so that her
shamelessly opened pussy was positioned right over Hans' dark muzzle, while at
the same time the big animal was lying on his back, his thick scarlet penis
trapped tightly between Sylvia's lewdly pumping fingers, his tongue, the tongue
that by rights belonged to herself, lapping greedily up into Sylvia's clasping
pink cunt!

     Angela didn't know how long she stood there, frozen into immobility by
shock and horror.  She wanted to move, to stop the horrible thing happening
right before her eyes but somehow she just couldn't.  It took her confused
young mind a long time to dredge up from its lower depths the reasons for her
paralysis, but finally it burst over her in a wave of shocked understanding.

     It was Hans' penis!  Although the willing animal had licked her to orgasm
several times, the young housewife had never before seen his massive member in
its fully aroused state.  Usually her eyes had been closed as she writhed in
mindless ecstasy under the dog's lashing tongue and it had never even occurred
to the innocent young woman that her pet might be as aroused by their illicit
sex-play as she was.  But there it was, in front of her now, huge, glistening,
scarlet, ending in an obscenely sharp tapered point; and worst of all -- in the
hands of another woman!

     This last realization finally snapped the bond that had held Angela still
and she called out sharply, "Hans!"  To her surprise the big dog did not move,
but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening loins so near his muzzle,
not about to give up the tremendous sensations Sylvia was stroking into his
lust-fired penis with her nimble fingers. It was Sylvia, however, who reacted,
surprised by the sudden sound of a human voice in her living room.  Twisting
her head around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the
lovely widow gasped out once, "Angela!" It seemed an effort for her to get the
word out.  She was panting explosively, her beautiful fine-boned face
transformed by the passionate licking she was getting from below, her large
dark eyes shining like shadowed stars.  Then her head turned back as she
obviously let herself slip once again down into the sensual ecstasy she had
been enjoying before Angela's entrance.

     "Sylvia, you leave my dog alone!" Angela cried out in anguish.

     "Can't," Sylvia moaned back.  "It's too late.  I-I'm going to cum in
another minute."

     "No, no, not with Hans!" Angela wailed.  "He's my dog... he belongs to
me!"

     "Then why are you so selfish?" Sylvia asked, turning her head once more to
look at her blonde neighbor.  "Even if you don't care about me, what about
Hans?  Don't you want him to cum too?"  She gasped as the wonderful tongue
below stabbed hotly up into her streaming pussy, and then turned her attention
back to the huge fleshy dog-cock that throbbed between her fingers like some
powerful engine.

     "What?" Angela asked in wonder as the full meaning of her neighbor's last
words seeped into her numbed brain.  "Hans... cum...?"  For some reason it had
never occurred to her that Sylvia might have planned the dog's own satisfaction
also.

     "Of course," Sylvia moaned back.  "What do you think I'm doing to his
cock, just holding on so I don't lose my balance?"  Then Sylvia didn't want to
talk anymore but just to let the wonderful flames of passion Hans' tongue was
spearing into her welcoming pussy take over her whole body while her own hands
coaxed the hot semen up out of her animal lover's hairy balls.  To hell with
the little prude behind her, even if she was the dog's owner!

     But the groaning young widow couldn't have known the consternation her
last words had created in that young prude's overburdened mind.  Bit by bit at
first and then with an overpowering rush Angela knew that her dark-haired
neighbor was speaking the truth.  Oh, how selfish she had been with her darling
Hans, she realized.  All the time she had enticed the loyal animal to see to
her needs while never imagining he might have needs of his own.  In a way she
had been as thoughtless as her own husband, maybe more, because Jack wanted to
please her but just couldn't.  The young blonde felt a quick rush of affection
for the woman she had misjudged so harshly, believing her a thief of her pet's
affection while all the time this other woman had been providing something to
Hans that his rightful mistress had been too thoughtless to think of.

     Not too surprisingly, Angela's tardy appreciation of her neighbor opened
her mind to other thoughts.  The young wife had seldom seen a naked woman
before, and certainly not in the lewd and enticing position of the one before
her now.  Sheltered since her youth, Angela thought of the female body, if
indeed she thought of it at all, as her own reflection in the bathroom mirror
in those short intervals she let herself be uncovered, or else as the cool
impersonal figures portrayed in art books and magazines.  Quite a different
thing than the panting, moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor
before her, a reality of smell and sound as well as of soft, inviting, naked
female flesh.

     Free from observation herself, since Sylvia was turned away from her, the
young housewife let her eyes linger over the older woman's lushly formed
figure, able to see part of one high-set, rounded breast silhouetted against
the darker background of Hans' glossy coat.  The nipple on that breast was
swollen now, jutting out pinkly, brought to pebble-hardness by the passion that
swept through Sylvia's body.  Such a long slender back, Angela found her-self
thinking, a gracefully curved expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders
before it swelled out again into voluptuously flared hips.  Somehow it was
those hips, the magnificent buttocks that drew Angela on, the rounded
half-moons, slightly pulled apart now by Sylvia's thighs widespread, so that
Hans' tongue might find easy access to her quivering genitals.  Every now and
then Angela could see her dog's long pink tongue splay back between her
neighbor's milk-white thighs to lick at the farthest recesses of her loins,
making the soft rounded buttocks jerk and shudder in ecstasy.

     Without quite realizing it, Angela found herself pulling back her robe,
and letting it drop to the floor, baring her own lovely young body. Somehow it
seemed almost sacrilegious to be dressed here in this room while the two
creatures before her remained locked together in complete concentration.
Slowly, then, the full-breasted blonde started forward.

     The first warning Sylvia had that her young neighbor had changed position
was when she felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly moving down toward
her spasmodically clenching buttocks.  Even so, the panting widow didn't look
back, not wanting to take a chance on spoiling whatever magic was happening,
for she was sure it was something good.  The gentleness of the hands promised
her that.  Too much was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to
any one part of it.  Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of painful
excitement by Hans' thrusting tongue such as she had never known before.  At
the same time, the great cock in her hands let its own overpowering pleasure
known to her by the way it jerked and trembled under her touch.  Yes, yes, she
could tell that soon it would be spurting its hot load out into the room,
gushing in obscene fulfillment before them all.  And now... now... those gentle
hands behind were working insistently downward between her quivering buttocks,
low down, near her pleasure-washed cunt, searching, searching.  Almost
unbelievingly Sylvia felt her supposedly innocent young neighbor's fingers
begin an experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little
opening as if they were trying to decide what to do.

     "Aaahh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden
hard pressure against her anus.  Automatically her loins bucked forward away
from the sudden hot sensation that convulsed her already shuddering loins.
Could this actually be happening? she thought.  Her doubt was immediately
banished as that same probing finger came back once more, this time to push
knowingly up inside her hot rectal depths, just a little way at first as the
sphincter muscles instinctively fought the unnatural penetration.

     "Ahhh, God," Sylvia moaned out as suddenly her whole lower body seemed
immersed in hot all-enveloping sensation.  Coupled with Hans' wild lickings at
her quaking cunt, the finger that now began to worm relentlessly around up
inside her sensitive anus drove Sylvia to the very edge of orgasmic insanity.
The amazed woman felt an obviously naked body move close up against her back,
two bare breasts dragging stiffened nipples over her ultra-sensitized flesh.
The finger plunged deeper, bringing another moan from the blissfully tortured
woman's chest.  She almost lost herself then, almost slipped down into a world
of private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in Sylvia's mind reminded her
she still had a job to do.  Opening glazed eyes, the moaning woman once again
focused all the attention she could muster on her hands, on the fingers still
wrapped around the massively swollen dog-cock only inches away.

     Summoning up the last of her strength, Sylvia once again began pummeling
the huge red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the dog's hairy belly
below.  Every stroke she made as she slaved over the throbbing organ only
seemed to make the slavering beast who's massive head lay between her own
wide-splayed thighs lick all the harder, digging his thick wet tongue deeper
and deeper up into her pleasure-wracked cunt, filling her with hot darting
shafts of delight that seemed to shoot all the way to the top of her head.
Fighting against the seductive paralysis of this unbelievable stimulation,
enhanced now by the searching finger in her rectum, Sylvia redoubled her
efforts, jerking and pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands,
chanting out mindless mewling sounds as she worked like some harem slave of
old.  Staring in fascination at the obscenely colored member before her, the
half-crazed young widow knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it
began to spew out its lewd charge.  It was trembling under her fingers, and
Hans' loins were jerking uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in
helpless reflex as his orgasm approached.

     One, two, three more powerful tugs at the dog's cock and that was it!
Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and the hairy balls below swelled to
incredible size and tightness.  Sylvia could actually feet the hot semen
rushing madly up the length of the pulsating member as it sought release.  At
the same time, the dog's last spasmodic tongue-thrusts into her own lust-heated
cuntal depths seemed to touch off a white hot sunburst far up inside her
spasming belly, joined by a second as Angela behind her thrust a second
punishing finger far up into her crazily tingling rectum. Before her the
moaning brunette's own orgasm snatched her away to another world, she was able
to see finally the thick white semen jet out in a long hot gush from her
dog-lover's grotesquely swollen cock and arc up into the air to spray back down
over her naked body, covering her belly and loins with obscene sticky flecks of
cum.  Then she was gone.

     Angela stared in amazement as she felt the beautiful naked body before her
suddenly go rigid and then began to buck and twist in a series of powerful
contractions.  Hot slippery fluids gushed back over her hand from Sylvia's cunt
as it began to contract madly.  The younger girl could actually feel her
writhing neighbor's internal muscles working against the fingers that still
disappeared obscenely up into her rectum.

     "C-C-CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG," Sylvia gurgled out once as her stomach muscles
sucked sharply in, her buttocks clenching powerfully together in a series of
quick jerks.  To the watching Angela it seemed as if something would have to
give, that somehow Sylvia was going to split in two from the obvious power of
the forces at work deep up inside her spasming belly. For a second the younger
girl felt a moment of jealousy, wishing it could be her who was experiencing
this sexual upheaval, but just as quickly she pushed the thought from her mind
and drove her fingers as far up inside Sylvia's soft rubbery rectal depths as
she could, the knowledge that she was adding to her neighbors passion causing
strange little tremors of excitement to run through her own loins.

     On and on it went, the scarlet penis spurting under Sylvia's spasmodically
clenching fingers, the big dog whining and yelping, his head trapped between
Sylvia's twitching thighs, and Angela holding on for dear life behind.  Finally
Hans lay quiet, his penis slowly beginning to shrivel back up into his belly.
Sylvia gave one last shudder and collapsed back gasping against Angela,
obviously exhausted.  The younger girl pulled her fingers out of Sylvia's anus,
marveling at the slight popping sound they made, as they withdrew.  For long
moments there was no sound in the room but Sylvia's labored breathing, then
Hans struggled to turn over and got shakily to his feet.  The big dog looked
down at the two naked human females still sprawled on the floor and then walked
over to the comer and lay down contentedly.  A moment later Sylvia, too, moved,
turning her body so that now she was facing Angela, who blushed as she met the
older woman's eyes.

     "I -- I don't know what came over me," the naive blonde wife started to
say, but Sylvia cut her off.

     "Forget it.  Sometimes it's just right for things to happen." Neither said
more for a while but both were lost in their thoughts.  They were now lying so
that their heads lay at opposite ends, their bodies parallel, both of the women
on their sides facing one another, head to toe, but not so close that they
couldn't see one another's faces.

     Sylvia slowly looked her younger companion up and down.  She had always
known that Angela probably had a pretty good body, but now faced with the naked
reality of it she was stunned.  Damn, what a really beautiful tender young
girl, she thought to herself.  Because of the positions they were both lying
in, just opposite her face was the silky golden triangle of the younger girl's
pussy hair.  Sylvia couldn't make out much more than that because Angela had
her thighs placed firmly together, obviously slightly nervous about being naked
in front of someone else, but not knowing what to do about it, particularly in
view of what had just happened between them.

     "Sorry about taking your dog," Sylvia said, "but I just couldn't resist
the opportunity.  I would have brought him back."

     "I... that's all right.  I-I guess I shouldn't be so selfish."

     "I understand, honey.  With a dog like Hans, I'm afraid we all tend to
lose our heads."  Angela blushed at this oblique allusion to her dog's talents.
"Just when did you discover what that horny hound had in his mind?" Sylvia
continued.

     Another blush.  "Just a couple of days ago.  He -- he started licking me."

     "And you were off and running.  You know, I don't want to be insulting,
but I just didn't think you had it in you.  I mean, I thought you'd just get
rid of the dog when you found out what his little specialty was."

     "You mean you thought I was too much of a prude," Angela answered frankly.
Then a little line of bitterness tightened around her mouth. "And I suppose you
would have been right if I hadn't needed something, anything, so much."

     "Ah-ha, husband troubles.  Doesn't Jack make love to you much?  He's crazy
if he doesn't.  Most men would give their left nut to be married to someone
like you.  You do know you're very beautiful, don't you?"  As Sylvia said these
last words one of her hands reached out and began gently caressing her young
neighbor's breasts, moving slowly from one to the other of the perfect
pink-tipped mounds, never fast or hard, but just gently gliding.  Angela
automatically sucked in her breath at the first feather-like sensations
Sylvia's gentle fingers stroked into her voluptuously naked flesh.  For an
instant Angela almost pulled sharply away, but somehow that seemed silly after
what she had done to Sylvia only short minutes ago.  And besides, it felt...
well, good.  Not wanting to think too much about what was happening, the young
blonde blurted out an answer to Sylvia's last question, wanting to have
something to occupy her alarmed mind for the moment, even though she didn't
like talking to anyone about her personal problems with Jack.

     "N-No," she gasped out, her voice a little shaky, "he makes love to me a
lot.  It's just that he doesn't... do it long enough."

     "Doesn't realize you might like it too, is that it?"

     "Oh, no, it's not like that," Angela answered, coming immediately to her
husband's defense, forgetting for the moment that the exploring hand at her
breast was becoming bolder.  "He wants to please me, but he just can't."

     "You mean he can't hold back, cums too soon."  Angela nodded bashfully,
and Sylvia went on.  "So that's when you decided to let Hans fuck you."

     "Fuck me?" the young blonde's eyes flew open in amazement.  "You mean he
does that too?"  For an instant Sylvia thought she was kidding but the surprise
in the girl's blue eyes was too genuine.

     "Of course.  What do you think I have him over here for.  He's the best
lay I've ever had in my life, and believe, me I've had plenty.  You mean to
tell me you've never let him fuck you?"

     "N-No," the young blonde answered in horrified wonderment.  Her head
spinning dizzily, she couldn't keep from her mind the obscene image of Sylvia's
hands wrapped around Hans' huge scarlet penis, the penis she had seen for the
first time today.  Suddenly she was acutely aware of her neighbor's fingers on
her breasts, playing, stroking, loving, and coupled with the totally obscene
mental picture of what it must look like when Hans was fucking the undeniably
beautiful brunette, a sudden hot flood of passion was triggered into full life
within the young woman's trembling body.  She looked up into Sylvia's eyes,
eyes that had now assumed an almost hypnotic intensity.

     "We're going to have to do something about this," Sylvia said quietly.
"We're going to have to see that Hans fucks you."  The older woman was
beginning to experience the full symptoms of advanced lust as she looked at the
beautiful naked body of the young innocent wife lying next to her, her palm
tingling with the lush feel of those taut firm young breasts, feeling the
little coral-hued nipples springing out against her fingertips.  Once again she
looked over at the golden triangle so near her face, wondering what tender
moist treasures must lie up between the tightly clenched thighs.  "You do want
Hans to fuck you, don't you?  You do want that big hard cock rammed right up
between your legs."

     Angela felt her breath coming faster and faster despite herself. What was
this woman saying to her?  Her thoughts floundered for a moment, twisted by the
now-wonderful sensations from her breasts as Sylvia's stroking grew bolder.
"I-I can't," she moaned helplessly.  "He's so big. It'd hurt."  Sylvia knew she
had won.

     "It's all a matter of being ready," she crooned.  God how she desired this
innocent young wife, she thought.  How she wanted to get to know that lush
young body, revel in seeing the younger woman turn into a raving animal.  "Yes,
you just have to be ready for a cock as big as that one, but don't worry, I'll
help.  I'll lick your pussy until you're ready for anything."

     "L-Lick my..." Angela gasped out.  My God, what was happening?

     "Yes, lover, lick your pussy.  Can you imagine how good that'll feel?"
Not waiting for an answer, Sylvia slid her hand away from the younger woman's
breast, letting it trace a hot trail down over the blonde girl's already
trembling young belly to come at last to an agitated rest among her crisp
golden cunt-curls.  "Come on," Sylvia murmured seductively, "Open your thighs.
Just bend your top leg a little." Without waiting for an answer the lust-driven
brunette let her hand work lower to slide between the firm young thighs so
close, and with a little upwards pressure she helped the confused young Angela
to open the path to her hidden treasures.  Sylvia almost gasped aloud as
suddenly she saw the tender pink vaginal lips bared to her hungry gaze, framed
in their gilded setting.  Eagerly her head moved forward, intent on the
promised feast.

     "Oh no, we mustn't," Angela moaned, but she hardly knew what she was
saying.  All the time her mind was focused on the incredible image of Hans, her
beloved Hans fucking into her body.  Could it really be done? she wondered.
This thought was suddenly driven from her mind as she felt her lovely
neighbor's head working between her partially open thighs. Looking down the
young wife could no longer see the expression on Sylvia's face, only the smooth
white curve of her throat under her chin, for her neighbor's features were now
lost between the soft silky flesh of her own parted thighs.  For one long
moment Angela stared at the brunette's firm ripe breasts, pressing against her
own belly, which was now quickly rising and failing in time to her ragged
breathing.  My God, she thought! Sylvia's actually going to do it!  She's going
to lick my pussy!

     Angela knew it was wrong, knew that this was what was called lesbianism.
Never in her whole life had she imagined that someday she might be lying like
this, about to let another woman thrust her tongue up into her vagina!  But for
that matter, never had she imagined until just a few days ago that she would
let a dog do the same!  That didn't matter, the confused young blonde thought.
She had to stop this obscene act, had to cry out before once again she let
herself slip into a sea of depravity. But before she could utter a sound, all
the air was driven from her lungs as she felt Sylvia's hot breath pour
searingly over her nakedly exposed genitals.  Gasping, the young housewife
found herself thinking that if just Sylvia's breath felt so good, how would it
actually feel when her tongue licked out and... then she had to put the thought
from her mind as her whole body started to shake uncontrollably in a shuddering
mixture of shame and desire.  Unable to move, the gasping young woman was aware
of her tormentor's face working in deeper between her vainly resisting thighs,
and now she could feel Sylvia's saliva-moistened lips poised right next to her
pulsating cunt.

     Desperately Angela looked around for something to motivate her to scramble
to her feet and run from this sinful house, but the only thing that met her
staring gaze was Sylvia's pussy poised mere inches away from her wondering
eyes.  Staring in fascination, the innocent young blonde could not help
examining this, the first feminine pussy that she had ever seen.  Despite her
inexperience it was not hard for the young bride to tell that Sylvia was
already aroused.  Tiny beads of vaginal moisture glistened on the inside
surface of the half-parted cuntal lips, and for a second she was not sure
whether she could not see a deeper excited pulsing over the pink-petaled
vaginal opening.  How would it taste if she put her own lips... but quickly
Angela put the obscene thought from her mind. That was the last rational
thought she had, because suddenly Sylvia's tongue darted out and stabbed deep
into her innocent young neighbor's unprepared cunt.

     "Aaaaaahhh," Angela gasped out as that first seating contact shot a blast
of lewd flame far up inside her belly.  Her whole body jerked, not away from
the obscene contact but instead forward so that her cunt thrust automatically
against the slippery little mouth pressed so Lightly to it. Sylvia didn't waste
a second.  Immediately she started worming her working tongue up into the
moistly shuddering slit, running it furiously up and down the whole heated
length, pausing only for part of a second on each lust inciting trip to probe
delicately at the trembling blonde's still tightly closed vagina, knowing that
she mustn't hurry too much, best to take her time.  Sylvia had eaten a lot of
pussy in her decadent life, but this was the sweetest ever, and she wanted to
prolong her eager lapping as long as possible.

     To her amazement, Angela felt her own thighs open wider of their own
accord, instinctively welcoming the attacking tongue, baring before it her now
wide-splayed cuntal Slit, wanting it to dig far, far up inside the hotly
clamoring depths.  Demandingly the young blonde's loins jerked forward, trying
to entice the little pink messenger of bliss deeper, all thoughts of resistance
quickly gone.  But the more experienced girl withdrew for a moment before once
again letting her tongue shoot out, this time to graze Angela's sensitively
throbbing clitoris.

     "Oooooh, God, ooohhh," Angela moaned, no longer able to remain silent.
Her breath gushed from her lungs as once again Sylvia began to run her tongue
up and down the full length of her pussy slit, playing tauntingly over the
opening of her hungrily contracting vagina.  Oh, how the young blonde wanted
that desire-giving tongue up inside her, like a little writhing cock.

     Suddenly Sylvia deserted the hot liquid depths, holding back one
tantalizing second before lashing out her tongue to stab hard against her young
friend's quiveringly erect clitoris, making the writhing blonde cry out in wild
abandon, unable to control herself at all.  That darting jabbing tongue ran
wildly in little circles around her almost painfully palpitating sensation bud,
then to her further amazement and delight Sylvia began to suck at the little
button, circling it with her lips in tight embrace and at the same time nipping
lightly with her teeth.

     Then once again the omnivorously ravishing tongue slid down the steaming
valley of her blonde-fringed cunt, darting around, shooting finally far up into
her helpless vagina, then licking broadly over the whole flat-splayed area of
her writhing pussy, teasing again at the blood-engorged clitoris.  Tongue...
tongue... frantic tongue everywhere, driving new and incredible sensations of
delight into the quaking flesh before it.

     Squirming and moaning to this rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt,
Angela mewled and cried out as rippling waves of wild erotic sensation pulled
her body into a twitching curve.  Beginning to pant explosively, the moaning
blonde opened her legs as wide as possible while at the same time thrusting her
steaming loins forward to get maximum contact with the torturing little lingual
spear.  Although Sylvia too was gasping aloud, her own loins burning lewdly
with the lust-charged knowledge of what she was doing to the once-innocent
young wife before her, she never let her mouth lose contact with the sweet
seething mass of cuntal flesh, giving one last mighty thrust up into Angela's
vagina while at the same time vigorously shaking her lovely dark head from side
to side.

     That last lascivious effort was the final trigger needed to set off
Angela's impending orgasm, releasing at last the intolerable pressure that had
been building deep up inside her softly convulsing belly.

     "Ooooohhh... ooohhh... Goodddddd, Sylvia!  I-I'm going t-to...
CUUUMMMMMM... AAAAaahhhhh!"

     The young blonde's last maddened cry choked off into a gurgling moan as
sexual ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, sucking in her sleek stomach
muscles again and again as wave after wave of hot release buffeted her
screaming insides into a mindless frenzy.  Jerking, trembling, writhing, the
delirious young woman was lost in a timeless world of endless pleasure while
her convulsing cunt gushed forth a hot stream of fragrant pussy secretions that
nearly choked the still wildly tonguing Sylvia.  But never once did the older
woman break contact with the throbbing depths before her until the last quiver
had passed from her young lover's shuddering body.

     Waiting a moment until the younger girl had got her breath back a little,
Sylvia finally pulled her head from between the satiny thighs. "Roll over on
top of me," she urged up at the sex-groggy Angela.

     "W-What?" Angela gasped out, not fully comprehending.  Sylvia repeated her
request and then urged the young blonde with her hands until finally Angela was
positioned over her, knees on either side of the young widow's face so that her
own blonde-rimmed pussy was right over the lips that had so recently sucked it
to orgasm, while the staring young wife found herself looking down at Sylvia's
own openly pouting cunt.  "Now make me feel the same way I made you feel,"
Sylvia purred.

     Angela didn't move, but just hovered over her older neighbor, gazing down
in captivated fascination at the dark-fringed cunt waiting below, waiting for
her own mouth to dip towards it.  Could she?  Could she commit this act that
until just a few minutes ago seemed as remote from her as the moon?  All her
training told her no, despite the fact that she owed the lovely woman below her
as much pleasure as she could give.  But that wasn't the factor that finally
turned the scales.  No, it was the living pulsing reality of the pussy itself
as it lay in open moist invitation below, the lips pulled apart by the
widespread position of Sylvia's legs to reveal all the softly glistening
secrets inside.  Those seeping pink depths cried out for something to bring
them to life, and what better than Angela's own tender lips and tongue.  With a
final groan of defeat, the lovely blonde housewife dropped her head and let her
tongue shoot out lizard-like to spear into the seductive depths below.

     Angela felt the woman under her stiffen with the shock of the first hot
wet contact and a choked gasp echoed from her throat.  That was all the
encouragement Angela needed and she went to work with a will, her mouth
fastening hungrily to the quivering loins below.  The young blonde found
herself savoring the sweet taste of Sylvia's cunt, such a strange medley of
flavors, at the same time syrupy and tart, a little like the taste of Chinese
sweet and sour sauce.  Struggling to learn, Angela lapped excitedly, picking up
from Sylvia's frenzied reactions what pleased her the most.

     From across the room Hans began to show renewed interest as he saw the two
pinkly glowing female bodies so lewdly tangled together.  At first he had only
paid polite attention when Sylvia had tongued his mistress, but then when
Angela crawled on top so that her well-rounded white buttocks were poised
invitingly high in the air, the big dog's ears picked up.  He had never had his
mistress, or never even seen her in this, his favorite position for human
females, but now the German shepherd began to remember all the times he had
been aroused by the blonde girl's loveliness while he speared his tongue deep
up into her sweet-smelling little slit. Those tantalizingly raised half-moons
proved too much for the lascivious dog and he got quickly to his feet and
padded silently over to the two intertwined women.

     The first intimation Angela had of her pet's presence was when she felt
his cool nose sniffing up between her slightly parted thighs.

     "W-What's that," she blurted out, for the first time breaking contact with
the pulsating cuntal flesh beneath.

     "It's Hans," Sylvia answered, a little disappointed that the wonderful
mouth was no longer licking at her eager cunt.  She had already seen the dog's
handsome head above her own face as lie sniffed at Angela's obscenely displayed
genitals.  His black nose moved in closer to brush lightly over the young
blonde's tightly puckered anus.

     "M-Make him go away," Angela begged.

     "Why?" Sylvia shot back.  "I think he wants to fuck you."

     "Fuck me!  Oh no, he can't.  That wouldn't be right."

     "Oh, don't be such a prig," Sylvia said a little acidly.  "You've done a
lot of other things that aren't supposed to be nice.  Wouldn't you like to have
that big animal cock deep inside your cunt?  Besides, I don't think he's going
to give you the choice."

     "My God, what do you mean?" Angela wailed out.

     "He generally starts by sniffing, and then he begins to lick..." Sylvia
suddenly began to become interested in the impending ravishment of her innocent
young neighbor.  Waves of lewd excitement shot through the older girl's
slightly perverted brain as she realized what a marvelous view she would have
from here as Hans rammed his heavy cock up into Angela's vulnerably positioned
vaginal slit.  Right above her face! Before the fascinated brunette could
finish her sentence, Hans' familiar tongue shot out to splay itself lovingly
over his mistress' damp-curled pussy slit, licking with one hot swipe clear up
to her rectum.  Angela jerked in reaction above and a sobbing gasp came from
deep in the whimpering girl's chest.

     "Oh, please, don't let him do it to me.  It's wrong... wrong."  She tried
to struggle away still full of fear, but not wanting to miss the expected lewd
show, Sylvia wrapped her arms tightly around the young blonde's hips and thighs
so that she couldn't move.

     "Oh, for Christ's sake," Sylvia said iii exasperation.  "Can't you ever
tell when you have it made?"  Looking up along the dog's belly she could see
that already his penis was sliding out of its hairy sheath in all its
glistening scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each passing second.
A moment later the eager animal had mounted his mistress' shaking back, and
Sylvia freed one of her anus to reach back to take the swollen organ between
her fingers, thrilling to the familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had
experienced the very first time she had guided it into her own eagerly waiting
cunt.

     "Okay, Hans, fuck Angela just like you fuck me!"  Needing very little
encouragement, the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong forelegs
tightly around his mistress' slender waist while Sylvia gasped in delight below
as she saw the huge animal-cock poised directly over her face, its beveled tip
only half an inch from her young neighbor's gaping pussy mouth.

     "Oh, please, don't let him do it to me," the frightened Angela moaned,
trying to shift her hips away from the hot unnatural probe. Trembling, she
tried to look back down between her legs to see what was happening, but all she
could see were the twin mounds of Sylvia's passion-swollen breasts.  Then she
felt the first hot searing contact of the massive spear that would soon impale
her, and all her fears suddenly washed away in a flood of lewd desire.  Yes,
now she knew it, she knew it! Everything before had only been childish games,
but all along, secretly she had wanted Hans to fuck her!  Now was the time and
she couldn't be afraid any more. It was out of her hands.  "Oh yes, yes, I want
it.  Fuck me, Hans, fuck me!"  The panting girl raised her buttocks as high as
possible, spreading her legs at the same time to open her suddenly hungry cunt.

     It wasn't a moment too soon.  Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at the
opening to Angela's gaping pussy, Hans instinctively rammed forward, burying
his dripping cudgel in one slithering rush far up into the kneeling girl's hot
little cunt.  Animal style, he never gave the girl a chance to become
accustomed to his huge presence, but began a fierce pumping of his powerful
loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again into the soft flesh
before him.

     "Uuuuhhh," Angela grunted in stunned surprise.  Never before in her whole
life had she been so filled.  It felt for a moment as if something would have
to tear open inside her to make room for that massive invading cock, but the
blonde's wife's vaginal muscles soon became used to the jack-hammer fast
intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths.  Wantonly her sleek buttocks set
up an answering rocking motion to meet the fiery challenge.  It began to feel
good, better than anything the adventurous wife had ever experienced before.
She barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face between her
neighbor's thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.

     Below her, Sylvia gratefully felt her blonde neighbor return to the avid
sucking of her tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all the while at
the giant scarlet dog-cock flashing in and out of her younger woman's juicy
cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist pink pussy-flesh out with it on the
pullback and ramming them far back up inside as the big animal crashed his hips
forward stroke after stroke.  Opening wider and wider, Angela's vagina
voraciously tried to swallow every inch of that mighty shaft, right down to the
hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity against her tenderly
swollen clitoris.

     All three of the lewdly coupled trio would have quickly come to climax,
but suddenly a mighty roar echoed through the room.

     "MY... GOD... ANGELA, WHAT...

     All three of the sinners on the floor turned as one toward the
disturbance, frozen in shock.  Neither said a word until Angela, twisting her
head as far back as she could, was finally able to make out the identity of the
intruder.

     "Oh God," she shrieked, "It's Jack!"


                                  The Lap Dog

                                   Chapter 7

     Since work was a little slow that day, all the men in Jack's department
had been let go home a little early.  Driving straight home, the young husband
was both surprised and disappointed to find that his wife wasn't home, nor was
the new dog.  For some reason he felt like a little companionship rather than
sitting around an empty house.  It didn't take him long to figure that Angela
must be down the road visiting Sylvia, because that was the only neighbor
within easy walking distance and Angela didn't have a car.

     Deciding to set out in search of his straying wife, the unexpected arrival
set off toward their only neighbor's house, aware in the back of his mind that
he secretly hoped Sylvia was alone.  For a long time he had been filled with
lustful thoughts every time he saw the beautiful young brunette.  Yes, she was
some woman, he mused, maybe just the thing he needed to take his mind off his
seemingly insurmountable troubles with his wife.  He wondered what Sylvia
Bennett would look like naked.

     There didn't seem to be anyone home when Jack got to Sylvia's house, but
the back gate was partly open so he went in, heading towards the sliding glass
doors.  Before he could even call out he was aware of strange sounds from
within the house, alarming sounds, almost like someone struggling.  A
particularly loud sobbing groan filled the young man with the direct impression
that a woman was being murdered within.  Without stopping to think, Jack
heroically rushed forward, pushing through the drapes inside, and then stopped
dead in his tracks, stunned by the obscene spectacle before his staring eyes.

     It didn't take him long to realize there were two women obviously locked
in a Lesbian embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily fucking one of
them from behind, but after a second look the shocked husband came to a sudden
sickening realization.

     One woman was his wife, the dog was Hans!

     His instinctive roar of horror and rage had immediate effects on the trio
before him.  After Angela's scream of horrified recognition, Hans was the first
to react.  Sensing instinctively that he was in a lot of trouble, the big dog
for the first time in his life deserted a pair of buttocks in mid-fuck, backing
away hurriedly, his penis shrinking quickly back up out of harm's way, then he
dodged behind the nearest piece of furniture, trying to make himself as small
as possible.  Angela scrambled quickly to her feet and looked around
frantically for her dressing gown.

     "You stay right there!" Jack commanded and the young wife froze, sensing
from the sound of her husband's voice that he meant everything he said.  "What
the hell is that?" Jack spluttered.  "Is this how you wile away your days while
I'm at work?  Christ, I can't believe anyone could sink so low.  And with a
dog, yet."  Jack's face wrinkled in disgust.  He glanced down at the cringing
animal once and then back up at his petrified wife.  "Well, wife dear, I'm
going to go to that mutt what I'd do to any man I found you with.  I'm going
home to get my gun and blow that sneaking animal's head off."

     "Oh no you won't, big boy," another voice rang out.  Surprised, Jack
turned around to see that Sylvia had gotten to her feet unnoticed while all his
attention was turned toward the incestuous members of his immediate family.
"You touch one hair on that animal's head and I'll have your worthless balls
with a nail file, if it takes me the rest of my life," Sylvia snarled, marching
right up to the surprised young man to thrust her face close to his.  Jack was
about to make some violent rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was
standing only inches from a remarkably beautiful naked woman, and just a few
minutes before he had wondered how she would look naked.  Now he knew.
Fantastic!

     Seeing all the hostility drain from her male adversary's face as his eyes
glued themselves to her breasts, now brushing the front of his shirt, Sylvia
decided this was the time to press her advantage if an ugly scene was to be
avoided.  "So, big boy," she said, letting her voice become a little softer.
"You complain about what your wife does for kicks on her own time without ever
stopping to think whether or not she might have those kicks coming to her.  You
sure you do your level best at home to keep her from having to go out and find
entertainment of her own?"

     "Well, I..." Jack began.

     "Don't give me any shit.  Momma knows all.  Oh, you don't have to blame
Angela for leaking top secrets, I wormed it out of her when her defenses were
down.  I know all about your hair-trigger cock."

     "I..." Jack said very weakly.

     Sylvia knew she had to be careful of her timing.  Any moment now the
cornered husband might go back to the attack.  Turning toward Angela, Sylvia
said contemptuously, "You two make me sick.  Both of you whine about the other
but neither one does anything constructive.  It's not all Jack's fault, Angela,
didn't it ever occur to you that you might be able to do something about his
little problem?  He's so hot to go he shoots his load at the first touch, so
why not pull the sting from it, make it a little less touchy?"

     "W-what do you mean?" Angela asked, her eyes as big as saucers.

     "I think you both need a little practice lesson.  Now you watch how this
is done, Angela.  Back, handsome," Sylvia ordered, giving the fascinated Jack
several little shoves that brought the back of his knees up sharp against the
edge of an easy chair so that he fell heavily into it.  In one lithe graceful
movement Sylvia dropped her knees light in front of the chair.

     "Now as I see it, neither one of you two love-birds ever explored the
possibility that Jack might be able to get it up more than once.  We'll go for
the knockout punch in round one and see if Tiger here can answer the bell for
round two."  And before either husband or wife knew what was happening, Sylvia
reached forward and boldly unzipped Jack's fly.  All of a sudden long cool
fingers were suddenly extracting the amazed young man's penis through the
opening.  With gaping mouth, Jack saw his cock lying in Sylvia's palm, pulsing
gently as it began to quicken into life.

     "My, you are fast," the smiling brunette said.  "Let's see how long it
takes you to cum."  Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Jack watched in
disbelief as Sylvia slowly lowered her dark head towards his penis, which was
jerking larger with every passing second.  A moment ago he had been ready to
kill, and now a woman whose sheer beauty and sensuality had always seemed to
him to be an unobtainable dream was clearly about to put his cock in her mouth.
Angela too watched in shocked awe.  She knew that by all rights she should be
sickened and horrified watching another woman do this perverted act to her own
husband, but somehow, in this place, it seemed natural.  Her own mouth began to
salivate sympathetically as she watched Sylvia do something to Jack she had
never had the courage to even think about.

     "Hey, wait a minute," she heard Jack say, but then his voice choked off as
his lovely torturer's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in
the head of his cock.  Under that maddening stimulation his throbbing penis
burst into its full glory, rearing up like an angry cobra.

     "Mmmm, it likes me," Sylvia said, and then opening her lips she slid them
moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the tip of her
willing victim's cock.  Staring down in amazement the surprised young man
looked in awe at the beautiful dark head poised over his trembling loins.  He
knew he could probably just reach down and push Sylvia away, but at that moment
it seemed like an impossible idea.

     Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to
shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.

     "I-I, we shouldn't be..." he began, knowing that Angela was watching, but
then with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to wrap his hands
tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk
he pulled Sylvia's lips down farther onto his pulsating cock-shaft.  To hell
with Angela, he thought.  After what he had caught her doing it would serve her
right to have to watch this!  For her part, his gaping wife stood watching in
appreciative awe.  She had been through too much already today to be very upset
by what was happening before her.  What was mostly bothering her was the
unfulfilled feeling deep in her own hungry loins which had been rudely deprived
of the lust-sating dog-penis only a few minutes ago.  Staring hungrily at her
husband's desire-thickened shaft disappearing up into Sylvia's ovalled mouth,
Angela found herself wishing that somehow it were being thrust up her own
wanting pussy instead.

     The whole little scenario didn't take long, maybe less than two minutes,
and then true to form, Jack could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in
his balls.

     "Holy God," he half-shouted, "I'm gonna cum!  For the love of Christ,
don't stop sucking!"  Then his blood-rigid rod of flesh began to vibrate as the
first hot jets rushed its swollen length.  This was the first time in his life
the young man had ever had his cock sucked, and he was unprepared for the
incredible sensation as Sylvia sucked madly on his spurting member, working him
to heights of passion that were almost unbearable.  As his head arched back in
ecstasy he was able to see out of the comer of his eyes the almost ludicrous
picture of Sylvia's cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing
sperm and then hollowing again as she sucked madly.  It seemed to go on for an
eternity and then the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his
exhausted penis deflating in Sylvia's mouth.  The smiling widow let the limp
organ slip wetly from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot sticky sperm
from her lips.

     "A new record in the hundred yard dash," she said wryly.  Turning to
Angela she added, "I see what you mean.  A girl would have to be a real
sprinter to keep up with that."  Her words deflated Jack who thought she was
making fun of him but the lovely woman got lithely to her feet.  "Now it's time
for the resurrection," she said.  Even though he had just cum, Jack could not
help staring at the beautiful sleek body now standing nakedly before him.  For
a moment his tortured eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the
high, proud, dark-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that
nestled up between Sylvia's smooth ivory-white thighs.

     Moving closer to the still seated young man, her hips swaying
provocatively, Sylvia reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him
unresistingly to his feet.  As soon as he was standing before her, the exotic
beauty moved closer still and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Even before
she pulled the garment completely from him, the brazen seducer leaned forward
and traced her stiffening nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest.
Immediately the gasping husband felt a faint lurching in his tired loins.  Even
though he knew he should resist, Jack made no move to stop Sylvia as she began
undoing his belt.  Before he knew it his trousers were in a heap around his
feet.

     "Kick off your shoes," Sylvia ordered, and he did.  Jack was now standing
wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through the opening was
not exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as a moment before.
His lovely seducer began to work the shorts down over his hips, letting the
elastic waistband rub across the end of his still dripping cock.  Once the thin
garment was down around his ankles, Jack automatically kicked them free, at
last standing completely naked, his reviving cock now at half-mast.  Without a
word Sylvia moved into his arms so that finally Jack was able to feel the full,
sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his own trembling flesh.
He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long moment their tongues met,
darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths, and then she was
slipping down, her soft flesh sliding lingeringly over his until she was on her
knees before him.  Reaching forward, Sylvia took his cock in her hands and
placed it gently in the valley between her large taut breasts, then,
sensuously, provocatively, the experienced woman pressed the soft white mounds
together, trapping his penis between their seductive warmth, and began
voluptuously working their tender beauty back and forth over his ever growing
penis.

     From a few feet away Angela watched, fascinated by the smooth competent
manner with which Sylvia managed her difficult husband.  The younger girl was
teaming, all right, and vowed that from now on she would use the beauty of her
own body to better advantage.

     "I think we can start over again," Sylvia said.  And sure enough, Jack was
acutely aware of the huge throbbing member that disappeared between his sultry
neighbor's high-mounded breasts.  Never had it felt so big -- never had he been
so aware of its hardness.  Wondering what this incredible brunette would do
next, the young husband was totally unprepared for her next words.

     "Okay, big boy," she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free of
her imprisoning flesh, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Angela, she ordered,
"Go fuck your wife."  For a moment neither Jack nor Angela moved, but their
eyes met, shock registering on each of their faces at these totally unexpected
words.  Then suddenly the raging need in the young blonde's unfulfilled pussy
overflowed to sweep over her entire body in a wave of red-hot lust.

     "Oh, Jack," she moaned, "Take me, please take me."  And with that she lay
down on the rug, her legs lewdly parted and her graceful arms held upward
invitingly.  Jack stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had ever managed
to turn out like this.  Looking down in amazement at his shamelessly aroused
wife, ready to fuck him in front of another person, he began to realize that he
definitely didn't know her.  There was a lot more to her than the timid
faithful young woman he had imagined her to be, but one thing was sure: she was
ready to fuck and so was he!

     Quickly Jack positioned himself between his wife's long widespread legs,
holding his erect penis in his hands as if it were something he was going to
beat her with.

     "Oh, lover, fuck me," Angela pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding down into
the carpet.  Needing no further encouragement, Jack fell forward on that soft
needing body, worming his cock up against her readily pulsing slit until the
blood-swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. >From the very fin, t
thrust, the eager husband knew he had a tiger on his hands, a mewling,
straining, clawing she-wolf who made anyone he had ever known look like a
frigid old maid.

     After only a few second's frantic action Jack was beginning to wonder if
he would be able to handle his wife's long surpressed needs all by himself.
Damn, she was a really hot little ball of sex today, he thought. Hadn't she
even been fucking a dog when he came into the room?

     That's when the idea hit him, at first making his head spin as the obscene
thought rocketed through his thoroughly aroused mind like a thunderbolt.  The
very depravity of the plan he was forming caused the young man to stop short in
his fucking, stunned by his own audacity. Could he do it?  His wife, twisting
passionately below immediately noticed that he was no longer ruthlessly
plunging his cock up into her burning depths, and asked pleadingly, "What's the
matter, Jack?  For God's sake, don't stop now.

     "Don't you worry, baby," he answered hoarsely.  "You're gonna get all the
fucking you can handle, but first I want you to wrap your arms and legs around
me."  Angela obeyed without hesitation, and then gasped in surprise as Jack
quickly rolled them both over, until she was sitting on top, straddling his
loins with his hotly throbbing penis impaling her cunt.  Never having made love
in this position before, the pleasantly surprised young wife began lifting her
buttocks up in the air and then sliding down on her husband's lust-rigid rod of
flesh, delighted at the new sensations she could work into her fiery cunt.
Then she felt Jack's strong hands pulling her shoulders down while his loins
pushed her own hips high up in the air.

     "Sylvia!" the young husband called, "Get Hans over here!"  The dark-haired
widow hesitated a moment, but then the first faint glimmer of understanding
came over her face, changing to a lewd smile as she realized what Jack had in
mind.

     "W-What's happening?" Angela asked in surprise.

     "We're gonna have a little company," Jack answered.  "Hans is joining us."
Still the confused young woman did not understand, but a second later she felt
a familiar cold nose sniffing at her buttocks as Sylvia led the nervous animal
up to her obscenely raised ass-cheeks.  From the way the animal's nose was
digging urgently up between her thighs, the young wife knew he meant to fuck
her, but everything was filled back there except...

     "Oh God, no!  You're not going to let him fuck me in the ass!  He's too
big, Jack, no, he'll rip me wide open."

     "Now take it easy, honey," her panting husband soothed.  "Remember, your
cunt was virgin once too.  You'll get used to it."  The suddenly terrified
blonde struggled to get up but her husband's tight embrace held her fast, and
then Hans' hairy forelegs settled once again around her quaking waist, pinning
her from behind.

     "Oh, please, please.  Jack... Hans... don't hurt me," the young wife
pleaded.  But it was far too late.  No one in the room would have had the
courage to pull Hans away now.  He'd already been cheated of this luscious
morsel once and now she lay helpless beneath him.  The big dog moved in closer,
shuffling forward on his hind legs while his bright pink tongue lolled
excitedly from his mouth.  Already the watching Sylvia could see his huge
scarlet cock sliding wetly from under his belly, ready to thrust up between the
buttocks of the young wife pinioned defenselessly below.

     Angela felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks, then
slip into the wide-stretched crevice between her ass-cheeks, finally catching
for a second at her tight little rubbery anus.

     Sensing that pointed presence jabbing threateningly at her vulnerable anal
opening, the shaking young blonde tensed, knowing there were never any gentle
moves from Hans.  And sure enough, as soon as the big German shepherd sensed an
available cavity before him, his powerful loins jerked forward, worming the tip
of his monstrous cock just up inside the tight little nether ring.  Immediately
the excited animal began his usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding into the
cringing white buttocks ahead.

     Wham, wham, wham, the huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust
driving it another inch into the young wife's hot rubbery depths.  She held
stock still for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain, almost paralyzed
by the terrible agony that tore into her skewered belly.

     "Aaaaaagggghh," she screamed, "he's killing me!  Jack help, get him out of
me!  Make him stop!"  Her husband's only answer was a mighty thrust of his own
swollen penis up into her momentarily forgotten pussy from below, sending
incredible waves of sensation flooding through her sandwiched loins.  For a
moment this new stimulation made Angela forget the alien presence tearing apart
her tender rectum, and the desperate young woman decided to let the one fight
the other.  She found that by screwing her cunt as far down as possible on her
husband's penis, she could almost cancel out the pain in her rectum.  And in
another few seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Hans'
cock too as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the big dog
easier access to her rectal depths.

     After a few experiments, the increasingly happy young woman found that the
two huge cocks pounding up into her innermost depths were now fucking into her
in lewd synchronization and she pressed back to meet their rhythmic forward
rush, feeling as if some great molten ball of fire was regularly filling her
belly, only to wane and then fill her once again.

     "Oh, lovers... beautiful cocks... pound into me... fill me, fill me," the
suddenly raving young blonde moaned out.

     And standing a few feet away the still naked Sylvia felt her temperature
rapidly rising as she stared at the obscene @o so near. Slowly her fingers
groped down her body to slide over her pussy hair before finally digging up
into her hot cunt below.  For a moment the excited brunette was tempted to end
it that way, to bring herself to orgasm with her own fingers, but somehow that
didn't seem enough, confronted with the riving image of the three bodies locked
tightly together on the carpet.  Impulsively Sylvia dropped to her knees right
beside Jack's head and then crawled close, lifting one knee and placing it on
the other side of him so that her steaming loins were poised right over his
face and her back was to Angela.

     At first Jack didn't know what was happening, only realized that somehow
the light had been blotted out by some great hovering shadow, and then slowly
he became aware of the moistly steaming cunt poised so near, its narrow
ribbon-like cuntal lips gaping open hungrily showing the slippery pink flesh
within.  For a while he just stared, but then he heard Sylvia's voice.  "Come
on, big boy, eat it.  Eat it like an oyster." Knowing now what was expected
him, Jack saw the lewd feast slowly lowering itself to him and met it with his
lips, opening them to suck in the tender cuntal flesh while his eager tongue
shot out to bury itself wetly up into Sylvia's openly flowering vagina, causing
such a bolt of sensual bliss to shoot through Sylvia's gently flexed loins that
her head shot back and then began to twist wildly from side to side, the thick
dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face.  Angela suddenly found
herself confronted with her neighbor's whitely rounded ass-cheeks, looming
right under her face, and after a little confusion lowered her head to try and
lick at Sylvia's tiny puckered anus, showing so clearly in the wide-split crack
of her buttocks, but it was almost impossible because her whole body was
pitched forward every time Hans and Jack rammed into her from behind and below.
Strange masochistic pleasures seeped into the pinioned young woman's whirling
mind as she was buffeted like a rag doll between her three panting companions,
a mere object for their collective lust.

     Lying on the bottom of it all, Jack delighted in the gift of Sylvia's
tender, sweet-smelling cunt, an unbelievable addition to the feel of his wife's
pounding body over him and the weird sensation of his own pet dog's cock moving
against his own deep within her loins, only a thin membrane separating the two
rampaging male organs.

     The four bachanalian celebrants were unaware of how much time they spent
locked together in their obscene tableau, filling the room with desperate gasps
and the lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-filled orifices.  And at the center
of it all was the lovely, previously innocent Angela.  Never before in her
whole life had the blonde wife been so filled.  Her whole nether region was
stuffed with cock, her face buried against Sylvia's ripe buttocks.  How would
it all end? she wondered.  How would it feel when those massive threatening
penises began to spew their hot loads up into her totally receptive body?
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a choked moan ahead as Sylvia began
to climax, driven to a wild frenzy by Jack's furiously lapping tongue, her hot
pussy juices gushing down over the groaning man's upraised face.  Angela could
feel the older woman's buttocks jerking and trembling against her cheek,
spasming in primordial release, and then Sylvia was gone, collapsing forward
onto the rug in a moaning heap.

     Filled with a strange vigor from her dark-haired friend's powerful orgasm,
the wildly aroused young wife crashed back against the two cocks behind, her
lascivious wigglings finally pushing Hans over the edge so that all at once the
big dog began emptying his animal sperm far up into the hot clutching depths of
her quivering belly.  The hard hot jets seemed to touch off some delicate
trigger inside the already half-maddened blonde wife.

     "Oh God, fill me, lovers," she cried out.  "Fill me with your wonderful
cum."  Angela jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times, wantonly
drawing the milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal muscles, finally
making it give up in weary exhaustion, all the fife drained from it.  As the
German shepherd's shrinking scarlet member flopped uselessly from the tight
little pucker of her anus, the young blonde now found herself alone with her
husband, his the only lust-engorged penis still invading her wildly aroused
body.  Knowing that her own orgasm was only seconds away, the sex-crazed wife
began to raise her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all
of her husband's thickly gleaming penis slid out of her streaming pussy before
she crashed heavily back down again, as if to drive the huge pleasure- giving
shaft all the way through her body.

     "I-I'm cumming, Jack... cumming... cummm...  Aaaaahhhhh..."

     The tired young husband smiled up as his beautiful blonde wife sobbed out
her passion above.  "I've been saving something for you," he said with tender
glee, and then his own sperm shot up from the sanctuary of his balls to race
the length of his pistoning cock before finally mingling far up inside his
wife's churning vagina with her own gushing cuntal secretions.  For endless
moments the young married couple strained together in final bliss, joined by
the hot fife-giving cum that flooded out over their tightly locked loins.  When
it was over, and they lay still at last, their arms remained locked around one
another in loving embrace as they were finally joined together in mutually
shared bliss.  They might have stayed that way longer if they had not been
aroused by a wry chuckle.

     "Never figured myself for a matchmaker," Sylvia said.  But what the hell,
I couldn't have my only neighbors at each other's throats.  Don't you think
it's better to have... good community relations?" and she laughed again, moving
a little nearer to the now smiling couple.  Warmly they opened their arms to
her, but before she slipped into the loving embrace, the beautiful brunette
looked back over her shoulder.

     "Hans!  Come and join us, boy.  I think we've just started a new commune."
And the big German shepherd came bounding over with a happy yelp of joy.

                                 The End

