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From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WildYern (01/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:55:26 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-3110950954130001@pp2.westdat.com>

A Wild Yearning



Chapter 1

     In the beginning, there was no thought of the Levitt's German 
shepherd Rex in Jan's pretty blonde head as she went grumpily about her 
early morning housework.  She was by far too preoccupied with other things 
-- in particular with the peculiar frustration she was continually feeling 
with being married.
     Not that she hadn't frequently noticed the sleek dog that lived next 
door.  Indeed, she had often puzzled over Rex' peculiar attraction when he 
was tied up at the local supermarket, for it always seemed as if every 
housewife in the neighborhood paused in her shopping duties to give him a 
friendly pat and whisper some friendly words to the long-tongued dog, 
which was usually sitting obediently on his haunches as he waited for his 
mistress to finish her shopping.
     "Hello, Rex, how's that nice doggy today?" they would ask.  Or, "My, 
that's a sweet little dog, aren't you?"  And this puzzled Jan from time to 
time.  After all, it was true that Rex had a sleek, shining coat and that 
he was the epitome of form in what one thought of as the German shepherd 
physique, but after all there were usually a half dozen pedigreed dogs 
parked outside the supermarket, all of them equally handsome in their own 
way.  Yet there was not a one among them that seemed to inspire the 
response Rex did.  He was truly unique in that respect.  Women couldn't 
seem to pass him up.
     Yet so far as Jan could tell, there was not anything especially 
unique about the dog.  True, he had a handsome, intelligent face -- very 
masculine, too, of course -- but that was scarcely enough to justify such 
unusual attentions as he invariably commanded.
     So this was just a part of Jan's ordinary curiosity with respect to 
the Levitt's dog.  But another part of it was Marge Levitt's seeming 
preoccupation and possessiveness with respect to Rex.  Jan had frequently 
noticed Marge's usually cheerful face changing rapidly to a sullen scowl 
if she came out of the supermarket and found someone talking to or petting 
Rex.  Occasionally she tried to remember if this similar change of 
personality took place when Marge encountered a man being friendly to the 
handsome German shepherd.  But this line of thought was usually futile, as 
Jan could not recall any such instance.  It was almost always some 
housewife who could be seen being friendly to the sturdy, sleek dog.
     Not that she pondered this overmuch.  It was simply something she 
occasionally gave a modicum of thought.
     Marge's possessiveness also seemed to continue at home, for she kept 
the dog chained securely and confined to the Levitt grounds.  It was never 
allowed to roam free like other dogs in the neighborhood, and occasionally 
even Steve remarked that such a house dog should be more savage, instead 
of so friendly as Rex obviously was.  Jan didn't know much about dogs, but 
she knew enough to know that this observation of Steve's was fundamentally 
correct.  Logically speaking, a house German shepherd like Rex should be 
more vicious.  But it was obvious that the dog's nature was sunny and 
affectionate.
     Not that one ever got much chance to find out.  Marge didn't even 
like to bring Rex next door when she stopped by for coffee on the odd 
morning.  At least not since that morning when the dog had nuzzled Jan's 
leg in an over friendly fashion.
     Marge had an unusual excuse to justify her possessiveness, though, 
and she self-consciously brought this up on every possible occasion.  To 
Jan it seemed like a bad case of 'protesting over much,' but Marge's 
justification usually went roughly as follows: Namely, that ever since Rex 
had sired the Boardman pups down the road by that German shepherd she-
bitch Carla, the Levitts didn't want to take any chance of having any 
lawsuits due to Rex' cavorting.
     Which seemed reasonable on the face of it -- but then on the other 
hand Jan had never heard of anyone being sued for letting their dog out 
and having it sire unintentionally some other dog.  That was, after all, 
the way of the world, wasn't it?  You couldn't legislate animal biology 
very well.
     But then she was no expert on the law, so maybe she didn't understand 
the situation.  Barrington Hills was a small community with very wealthy 
families, and there was no dearth of money around to support lawsuits if 
people became indignant over one thing or another.  With people this 
wealthy it paid to be careful.
     Still, nothing seemed to explain adequately Marge's continual 
nervousness, anxiety and possessiveness with respect to that dog.
     Not that she hadn't been angry when she first learned of Carla's pups 
-- and it seemed to Jan unreasonably so.  Those pups had really altered 
her personality.
     Those pups.  Several women in the neighborhood had tried to buy them, 
but the Boardmans were interested in selling only to their friends, and 
the price for such pedigreed German shepherds was high.  The Boardmans 
didn't know many people in Barrington Hills; so far as Jan knew, she and 
Steve were the only persons they had offered one.
     But what did she need a dog about the house for?  Just one more worry 
and someone to clean up after.  And she would have to go through a 
breaking-in period with it and so on.  It scarcely seemed worth the 
trouble.
     And so it went -- on most mornings, a sample of her daydreaming 
thoughts, idle and useless.
     But this morning she was altogether too furious and uncomfortable to 
give any thought to Rex at all.
     And it was all Steve's fault, that rat.  She was too refined to use 
any term more rough than that.  Last night had been absolutely the last 
straw.  She didn't see how she could put up with the situation any longer.  
Maybe she would be able to discuss it with her parents when they arrived 
-- Sarah and Arnold Talbott were scheduled to arrive for two weeks 
vacation this afternoon -- she had always been able to discuss things with 
her mother, although of course she was suitably more reticent with her 
attractive, distinguished father, who, after all, was a man.
     Jan sat down at the kitchen table with a weary sigh and lit a nervous 
cigarette.  She fluffed out her long blonde hair and drew strongly on the 
cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke out through her luscious 
young mouth, which she felt was more refined for a woman than blowing 
smoke out through her nostrils.  She had been brought up to behave like a 
lady, and she knew what was ladylike and what was not.
     That rat.  She couldn't forgive him.  Although she had been brought 
up to be respectable, reserved and refined, and she knew better than to 
let her husband even guess that she might be capable of enjoying something 
like sex, she still nonetheless could not escape the torrential, merciless 
feeling of passion that arose in her loins whenever she encountered his 
heavy desire-hardened penis.  And last night it had been worse than usual.  
And he had been worse than usual.  She was beside herself.  He had gotten 
her worked up to such a crazed pitch of desire with his foreplay, then 
disappointed her as usual with his early, too quickly arrived at, 
ejaculation.
     Only this time she hadn't been able to calm herself down with a cold 
shower.  After last night's big let-down she was still smoldering without 
let-up.  She could still feel a slight twinge of ever present need within 
the sensitive walls of her vagina everytime she moved and scraped her 
thighs together.
     As usual, he'd been terribly inconsiderate in bed, just satisfying 
himself and leaving her in the middle of her passionate escalation.  He 
had fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards, while she'd lain beside 
him in passionate frenzy for almost two hours before she fitfully dozed 
off.
     So it was little wonder that the twenty-one year old, curvaceous 
blonde wife had awakened in no less an erotic state than the sizzling fire 
that sleep had temporarily banked for the night.
     And then to endure a similar sexual episode with him in the morning 
had been almost unbearable!  Only the utmost effort on her part had kept 
her from bursting out into tears of frustration.  Like a jet propelled 
athlete trying to set some sort of speed record, he'd raced his lengthy, 
lust-swollen young cock in and out of the overheated liquid sanctuary 
between her hotly steaming young legs, quickly settling his own needs, 
then hopping from the bed while she lay there still squirming and panting 
in unfulfilled desire.
     "Gosh, baby, I'm sorry -- but I really got to hustle to work!" he 
apologized, wiping off his deflating cock with a soiled T-shirt as he 
hurried to the bathroom.  Then at the doorway he'd turned and promised: 
"Look, baby, I'm going to make it up to you tonight -- after your folks 
have gone to sleep!  Okay?"
     "Oh -- whatever you say, darling ..." she replied weakly, rubbing her 
thighs together and hoping that he wouldn't see how wildly, dreadfully 
turned on she was.  She feebly managed a smile for him before he turned 
and stepped into his bath.  Then the bathroom door had swung mercifully 
shut on her tears.
     In reality she had no such hopes that he would satisfy her that 
night.  That was an old promise of his that he usually forgot; she had no 
confidence m it whatever.  Ever since her honeymoon night it had been like 
this, just a fast in-and-out for him, and smoldering resentment and 
frustration for her until her frustrated young pussy had a chance to cool 
back to normal, whatever that was.
     But she wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to stand it.  
She knew that her nerves were in a bad way, and she smoked more than ever 
and had taken to nipping short drinks of whiskey straight during the day.  
She needed a vacation somehow, from the terrible tension in her aching 
young loins.
     Jan sighed and looked around the kitchen before her eyes became 
glazed over again, reliving the events of the morning once more.
     With Steve in the bath, the temptation had been almost overwhelming 
to finish the job with her fingers.  She had played with herself up 
between her legs for awhile, groaned mindlessly, and then finally managed 
to control her unrequited passion.
     She hadn't masturbated since she was thirteen, and she dreaded the 
temptation to start now.  Reverend Johnson had been very strict about that 
when she confided in him.  Girls that played with themselves got pimples 
on their faces and could never go to heaven, because they were sinners.  
Sex was only decent when carried on in the normal fashion between man and 
wife.
     No, she didn't want to fall into that pit of degradation.  That 
wasn't for her at all.  Somehow she was going to have to find a way to 
work things out between them.
     Jan sighed and put out her cigarette, which she had inadvertently 
smoked down to a nub.  It didn't do at all to dwell on their problem 
overmuch.  One shouldn't take sex all that seriously, of course.  It 
wasn't nice.
     Still, she couldn't ignore the smoldering ardor still glowing so 
warmly in her soft white belly and simmering urgently in her young loins.  
But was that so important?  Not always.  After all, they did love each 
other, didn't they?  Steve's real estate job was very promising, and they 
were literally coining money.  What young bride could ask for more than 
the beautiful home they were buying in swank Barrington Hills?  Even their 
nice new car was paid for, and the furniture would soon be theirs.  What 
more could any girl ask for?
     It was these thoughts spinning idly through her pretty blonde head 
that she almost ignored the banging on the screen door.
     Until a voice cried out sharply: "Jan -- oh, Jan!"
     Jan looked up dreamily.  There was a scratching at the kitchen screen 
door as well.  Why -- it was Marge Levitt!  With Rex!
     She got up carefully, smoothing her skirt and putting the ashtray up 
on the kitchen table.
     "What -- what is it, Marge?" she asked, unlocking the door.
     "Don't you remember, dear?" Marge asked hurriedly, opening the door.  
Rex scooted in quickly through the open door, the handsome German 
shepherd's longish tongue lolling out all wet and pinkish looking.  He 
moved quickly around Jan's pretty long, tanned legs, the soft fur of his 
coat brushing evanescently against her sleek hairless young flesh.
     "Remember?  Why --?"
     "You said you'd look after Rex while we were on vacation," said Marge 
almost tearfully, and suddenly, abruptly, she flung her arms about Jan and 
hugged her tight.  "Oh, dear -- you will be good to him, won't you?  Feed 
him regular and take him for walks?  Please, Jan!  Say you'll be good to 
him!"
     Jan pushed her away and looked into the teary face of the older 
woman.  Why, Marge was actually crying over leaving Rex behind!  "But -- 
Marge, if you feel like this why don't you take him on your vacation with 
you?"
     "Ben says no," she sniffled into her hanky.  Jan took her tearful 
face into her shoulder and ran her fingers into Marge's long black hair.  
The two women's breasts met beneath their shifts.  "Two whole weeks 
without him!" Marge bawled.
     "There, there, Marge, don't cry.  It's not so long," Jan said gently 
as she knew how, patting Marge's back like a handler gentling an upset 
horse.  The whole thing was strangely peculiar.  It was not normal for a 
woman to get so upset over leaving a dog behind for two weeks.  Jan looked 
down at where Rex had slid down onto the kitchen floor, his handsome big 
head resting on his forepaws.  The dog's eyes seemed to be studying her 
very intently -- but why on ever for?
     Or was she merely imagining it?  She was so upset herself of late 
that her mind might conceive anything.
     Marge did dry her tears.  "Yes, it is long," she said, glancing at 
Rex, then at Jan and back again.  "Longer than you think I wouldn't be 
able to bear it, Jan, if I didn't know that someone as nice as you -- and 
as innocent and trustable -- was looking after my little darling."
     She had never heard a grown woman use such endearing terms before.  
But what did innocent and trustable have to do with it?  She was beginning 
to wonder if Marge was losing her mind.
     "There, there," Jan led her back to the door.  "I'm sure that once 
you get yourself together you'll see the wisdom of taking everything in 
your stride, Marge."
     Marge stepped outside the screen door and blew a kiss at Rex through 
it.  The dog promptly got up on its haunches, panting.  It's long pink 
tongue was genuinely slavering through his pointy canine teeth.  "Bye 
darling," Marge said to him.  "Aunty Jan will look after you now, lover.  
Be a good doggy for mama.  Okay?"
     Rex seemed to nod, adding considerably to Jan's mystification and 
confusion, and then Marge ran, with a sob, back to her own house.
     Jam looked down at her beautifully physiqued guest, who had now 
settled down on his forepaws again.  Goodness, she thought, this is 
impossible, Mother and dad coming, and this dog, too.  I'm going to lose 
my mind, I swear it.
     Rex looked up at her as if he understood, inclined his ears, then lay 
jowl down on his forepaws.  Jan sighed and fluffed out her long blonde 
hair, self-consciously sticking out the full young breasts on her chest.  
There was something about her neighbor's German shepherd that definitely 
bothered her.  She was convinced that Rex had the most unusual eyes -- 
although it was difficult for her to put her finger on just exactly what 
it was that troubled her about them.
     It was as if there was an almost human perception about them, a kind 
of understanding that was more than one expected from a dog ...
     She shrugged this off.  Another funny thought to take her mind off 
her work, that was all.  She really had to get to the housework.

*    *    *

     The handsome German shepherd stretched his long sinewy body beneath 
his shining coat on the cool of the Winslow's kitchen floor, watching his 
new mistress, who had long blonde hair instead of the long black hair of 
Marge Levitt.  It interested him to watch the sleek young housewife moving 
about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency.  He had 
often watched his older mistress with the same intenseness, and he 
wondered why she had gone and left him with this pretty, young, yellow-
haired girl.  He missed her terribly, but then he didn't presume.  One 
always did as one's mistress directed.
     Nor was he entirely unpleased with his new owner.  Jan had tied her 
bright, copper-shining hair into a longish pony tail and generally fixed 
herself up.  As was her usual habit when by herself, she wore just a very 
short miniskirt with thin filmy panties and no stockings, so that she 
could feel the coolness on her legs.  She also wore a bright red sweater 
and no bra at all, so that her firm, heavy-set breasts shook and bobbled 
slightly as she walked.  She had always been self-conscious about her 
breasts, because they were so abnormally large, and she didn't like to 
walk very fast, because of the way they shook and drew the attention of 
strange men's eyes.  But with her neighbor's pet the only other creature 
in the house, she could relax and be herself.
     Not that it escaped Rex that there was something not quite right 
about his new mistress.  He sensed a certain indefinable dissatisfaction.  
Dogs are so sensitive to human psychology that Rex could not help but 
notice the indecision and general restlessness that seemed to characterize 
Jan's most inner thoughts, even when she appeared to be working at her 
greatest efficiency.
     To Rex this usually meant only one thing: That his mistress would 
want to do it later.  He often caught the same wave-lengths and sensual 
odor from Marge Levitt his older mistress, before they did things 
together, and previous to that he had sensed similar feelings in women 
around the neighborhood -- before they had become too friendly and his 
absent mistress had tied him up and refused any longer to let him roam.  
Consequently the handsome dog knew what to expect, roughly.
     And now he sensed certain familiar feelings emanating from this 
pretty blonde young woman, feelings that set his own heart to beating 
faster.  His former mistress had been so busy this morning, and in such a 
peculiar state of upset emotion, that they hadn't done anything, which 
gave Rex a vague feeling of slighted uneasiness.  But now there was this 
new pretty woman.  He watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes, 
instinctively knowing that she had a problem that he could help solve ...
     But Jan had managed to calm down somewhat, and her state was not near 
as frenetic as it had been.  Now, as she wiped off the kitchen sink, it 
occurred to her that she really had been too hard on Steve.  He was a good 
husband, after all, and it really wasn't necessary for decent girls to 
have orgasms the way men did.  She couldn't very well blame him.  He was 
probably normal for all that.
     Not that she had any standards to judge by, as her husband had been 
the first and only man for her to experience sexual intercourse with ...
     A soft whine from Rex behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde 
from pursuing this stream of thought.  She turned, smiling now, and looked 
down at the big handsome animal Marge Levitt had parked with her.  He was 
such a lovely beast that her former disgruntlement at being saddled with 
him abruptly evaporated, and she got down on her haunches and took his 
warm, soft muzzle into her hands, looking deeply into the animal's big 
eyes.
     "What is it, Rex?  Getting hungry?  Or thirsty?"
     That was it, she thought.  Had to set some food out for him.  And she 
needed another small drink of whiskey to calm her down some more, as well.  
She wanted to be cheery when her folks arrived.
     Rex made a little sound and panted, his long, slavering tongue 
stroking her knees, one forepaw coming up to rest on her bared thigh.
     For just a moment Jan was startled.  The look in the dog's eyes was 
so sexually warm ... for a moment she imagined that -- but no, that was 
impossible.  She must be imagining it.
     But did she imagine the sharp tremor of excitement as his hot, wet 
tongue licked teasingly at her skin?
     Silly girl, she thought.
     "What's the matter, precious?" she softly cooed, scratching his ears 
in the back.  "Hungry?  Thirsty?  Jan will fix it for you."  She 
affectionately stroked the mighty dog's big, sleek-furred head.  He had 
such a lovely gloss on his fur she could almost see her face in it.  
"Goodness, you have a wicked gleam in those big brown, lovable eyes.  You 
ought to behave yourself.  One would think you were a young man instead of 
a young dog," Jan laughed to herself.
     Jan's soft, crooning voice was so silkily pleasant that, coupled with 
the gentle pressure of her slender, stroking hand, Rex was filled with a 
warm-hearted relish that was pleasantly musical.  Instinctively he raised 
his head, licking at the smooth back of her hand, to show her that he 
liked her.  Whatever had troubled her was of relative unimportance, he 
knew, because her soft hand moved on his furry neck, and then she hugged 
him against her cream-white outer thigh.
     "It's easy to see how Marge gets attached to you," Jan smiled, 
tugging at his collar.  "By God, you are a lovable beast," the doting, 
voluptuous young blonde wife teased.  She got up abruptly and smoothed her 
skirt.  "Well, let's look in the refrigerator and see if we can find 
something for you, handsome.  There might even be a nice big bone in there 
for you."
     Rex made a liquid sound, almost as if he understood what she was 
saying.  Jan embraced him against her leg once more and stroked his soft, 
sleek head.  She lightly laughed.  There was something about Rex that made 
one feel funny, but she couldn't put her finger on just what it was.  She 
hoped she was doing right by letting him go untied.  She knew that Marge 
never did that.
     But Rex seemed to be friendly.  Indeed, she couldn't even remember 
him barking.  So he had to be safe.  Generally he was quiet even when the 
postman came by.  This was probably what led the wives in Barrington Hills 
to make such a fuss over him; he had a very sweet nature.
     "No, I'm not going to be strict with you, Rex," she said in a sweet, 
sad voice, giving the handsome dog one last affectionate pat.  "You've had 
too much of being tied up all the time.  You're going to have a vacation 
with Aunt Jan."
     Rex basked in the warm, melodious gentility of her voice.  It was so 
full of kindness and love, he thought.  His new mistress was wonderful.  
And beyond her voice, he sensed in his closeness against her a poignant 
scent not unfamiliar to him, a musky aroma which immediately inspired the 
trained responses inside his large, muscular body.  It was the human 
mating odor ... he had been so skillfully educated to recognize it, first 
in his early training, and then later on with his mistress it had come 
naturally.  His tongue slavered wetly and he waited for the proper moment, 
especially eager to lavish his attention on his beloved new mistress who 
had his doggy heart beat so rapidly when she petted him, and his animal 
penis throb and tingle so sensuously in its furry sheath between his legs.
     Jan's head was still a mixture of confused thoughts, partly sexual 
frustration, partly hausfraus-wifery that was all efficiency.  She opened 
the refrigerator, saw the big lamb bone she was looking for -- it was only 
left over from the roast anyway -- and bent down to pick it up from its 
place in the dish ...
     Only to suddenly feel something cold and wet behind her insinuating 
itself up under her miniskirt and between her young tanned legs!
     "Rex!" she gasped
     Though it gave her a terrific jolt, the gorgeous young blonde felt as 
if she had been turned to stone!  She stayed bent over but frozen and 
immobile at the unconscionable cool moisture of Rex' nose pressed high up 
into the soft insides of her nakedly exposed thighs.  She had no idea why 
she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least for a smattering of 
decorum.  But suddenly it seemed as if the prurient excitement that had 
been so stringently banked was raging out of control beneath that cool, 
moist pressure of Rex' nose.
     She felt frozen and unable to speak.  For one terrible, heart-
stopping moment she wondered if she had lost her mind.  But try as she 
might, she couldn't seem to break from her insidious position of bending 
over.  She continued to stoop there, waiting for something she knew not 
what, unable to breathe, feeling the big dog's head shifting farther up 
inside her miniskirt -- where the soft nylon crotch band of her panties 
ran between her thighs -- and then, then -- the hot pressured lap of Rex' 
wetly working tongue snaking up under the nylon leg band of her panties 
and stroking along the blonde curling pussy hair all the way back and up 
into her anal crevice!
     "Oooohhhh ..." Jan felt as if she was gargling deep in her belly, 
although the sound was actually coming only from her throat.  With the 
first evanescent, fiery flick of Rex's tongue along her cuntal lips, a 
twinge of pleasure so great it couldn't be borne for longer than a single 
instant inflamed her loins and licked out like a raging forest fire 
throughout her thighs, belly and quickly then through the rest of her 
entire sex-starved body.  She moved softly and almost fell against the 
refrigerator, holding onto it for dear life.
     Good God!  Rex had sensed her erotic need!  What more did he sense?  
No -- no, he couldn't ...
     "Aaaaahhhhh ..."  His burning, long thick tongue still moving 
teasingly under her panties felt like a firebrand at the thin vertical 
lips of her hotly flaming pussy.  The caress of that tongue against her 
helplessly upturned vaginal slit was like nothing else she had ever 
experienced in her entire life.
     There!  He did it again!  Jan groaned and hung onto the open door of 
the refrigerator, the blast of cold air from inside combining with the 
fiercely lascivious sensation of Rex' tongue sweeping so hotly along her 
cuntal crevice.  She hung there in space, stooped over helplessly, as he 
drew his feverishly singeing tongue upward once more, through her open and 
vulnerable thighs along the entire murderous length of her hotly flushed 
vaginal slit.
     "Oooohhhhhh," Jan struggled to raise herself up, to resist this 
irresistible titillation ... and finally she managed to straighten, her 
entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her buttocks cheeks 
closing tightly together to press out that insidious pleasure-giving nose 
that was so much what she needed at that particular moment.
     She gasped and turned around, her hot young breasts heaving with 
emotion, her eyes shining.  Oh God!  Was this the answer to her prayer?  A 
dog was neither masturbation nor, technically, an illicit lover.  The 
wonderful in-between land of animalism!
     But wasn't it dirty nonetheless?

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From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WildYern (02/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:55:41 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-3110950954270001@pp2.westdat.com>

     She held the lamb bone in her hand as she gazed down with gleaming, 
heat-drenched eyes at the dog-paramour who was staring up at her with 
almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging furry 
tail.
     "So ..." Jan breathed hotly, almost unable to get her voice.  "That's 
why Marge and all the other housewives are so in love with you, you devil 
...."  Her voice came out in a tremulous, nervous whisper, all the 
sensations she had struggled against for the last several hours rushing 
over her in an implacable wave almost uncontrollable desire.
     But she kept her thighs clutched tightly together nonetheless, even 
though this terrible, passionate intensity threatened to overwhelm her 
voluptuous, blonde young curves.
     "You ... you ... so that's why ... why every housewife in the 
neighborhood stops to say hello to you, and pet you -- when their husbands 
aren't looking ... they knew ... and I didn't ... oh God!  That handsome 
face ... and this is how Marge trained you ... oh God ... oh God ..."
     The large German shepherd made a small, whimpering sound as he gazed 
up at the sexually intoxicated young bride.  She was confused, he sensed, 
but he was content to wait.  It was often this way the first time with 
human women.  They needed time and patience.
     But was he whimpering for the bone in her hands or for her?  Jan 
wondered.  Or was it both he needed?
     She clutched her breast, her eyes wide with breathless indecision.  
Surely she couldn't be thinking ... feeling ... that ...  Her pussy 
twinged and she made a hoarse little cry.  Did this animal sense what sort 
of obscene desire was tormenting her?  She shivered and suddenly rushed to 
the bathroom as if Satan himself were on her heels.
     But there was no avoiding the need for some sort of decision.  Her 
loins fairly boiled as she whirled at Rex, who had come leaping after her.  
Her breasts heaved irregularly with volcanic, unfulfilled desire.  She had 
to resist ... had to ...
     "Oooooooh God ..."  Then suddenly it was too late.  The furry length 
of Rex' soft warm nose pressed heatedly against the side of her nakedly 
trembling leg and she felt faint.  She closed her eyes and suddenly she 
was carried away on a wave of desire so sudden and pure that she totally 
forgot who or what or where she was.
     Because now all she could know or sense was the fiery feeling glowing 
so fiercely up between her heatedly aroused young vaginal lips ...



Chapter 2

     It seemed an eternity before she was able to pry her eyes open again.
     Where was he?  Oh yes, that soft moist muzzle so affectionately 
pressed against her leg ... Jan felt as if she were bathed in a heated 
pool containing nothing but purest sensuality.  This concept that was 
broiling her loins to a cinder had no counterpart or explanation or excuse 
in any kind of moral law; because it was never discussed, even 
clandestinely, women fundamentally had no defense against it.  Animalism 
was a state all of itself and bore no relation to anything else a good 
woman was trained to resist.  Consequently it was difficult for a young 
innocent like Jan to marshal any arguments against it.  It was simply 
there this hideous, subtly obscene desire, growing like a hot coal between 
her legs ... until all will was leaving her and she could not fight it any 
longer ...
     Suddenly she could not believe it was her own voice was speaking, so 
hoarse with blind passion, "Here, darling ... come in here with Aunty 
Jan!"
     Rex' animal eyes gleamed.  This was what he had been waiting for.  
His soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles.  His sniffer could taste the 
warm scent of sex emanating now so strongly from beneath Jan's flimsy 
miniskirt and panties.
     "Yes, darling," she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her 
defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom, her 
loins fairly boiling with desire.  Come on, baby, that's mama's darling 
.... come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone!  See what a nice 
thing Jam has for you!"
     The breathless, breath-taking young blonde heaved her breasts out 
with desire as she watched Rex approach her.  It was too late by far to 
stop now.  She knew she was acting like a depraved whore, but there was 
something evil infusing itself into her mind and body so potently, that 
she was powerless to resist it!  Her flesh had taken possession 
completely, and her all her here-to-fore fiercely moral will had been 
caged.
     The eager animal whimpered lustfully again, its thickening red penis 
slipping ever so slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest 
drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip.  It knew what it 
wanted, but it was trained first always to please the mistress of the 
house.
     A mild shudder rippled through Jan's hopelessly turned-on being.  The 
sheer eroticism of the situation, without any counterpart in her living 
memory, coupled with the mild dosing of whiskey she had subjected herself 
to all day long, combined to make her giddy and without reasonable 
restraint on her emotions.  The awful, frustrating, tingling feeling she 
had felt after her husband, Steve, had drawn his penis out of her much too 
early had returned with greater force than ever -- and here was the means, 
secret and discreet, for satisfying that terrible passion ...
     So she stood there, the door now closing behind Rex, and then 
suddenly she spread her legs and lifted her miniskirt luridly up above her 
waist, revealing through the tissue thin panties her hotly seeping young 
blonde pussy, nestled so earnestly within the light, fleecy fringe of 
golden hair!
     "Rex!" she panted, reaching down with her fingers and pulling her 
panty crotch band aside.  "Quick!  Do it for Aunt Jan the way you do it 
for Mama Marge.  Lick it, baby!  Lick between Jan's legs for her!"  The 
lewd hoarse whisper came out hot as if from a blast furnace, electric 
jolts of raging excitement to flash through her flaming young cunt.
     She watched the handsome dog eagerly, her eyes ablaze, a spot of 
licentious saliva appearing on her hot red lips.  Every move the muscular 
animal made her knees turn to water, until she thought she would fall.  
Everything about her had turned to jelly before the fascination of this 
great, handsome beast.  There was a rage within her cunt that dominated 
her completely and without exception or mercy.  Unimaginable sensations of 
frenetic lust stabbed into her up between her legs as she realized that he 
understood!  He was actually going to lick her up there between her 
thighs!
     "Oooohhhhh ..."  Her eyes shut again.  "Hurry, Rex ... oh darling 
hurry ..."  She thrillingly trembled.  Would he?  Would he?  Her burning 
pussy, now so moist and almost dripping with passion was totally exposed 
now.  Would he?  Would he ...?
     He did!
     Jan uttered a mindless cry of purest delight as the beautiful 
darling's long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip 
as it searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive young lips of her 
passionately waiting pussy!  Before she knew what was happening, it had 
laved its way to the very mouth of her desire-inflamed vagina, separating 
wetly the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching heat upward 
between, and then climaxing with an agonizingly electrifying twist at the 
delicate bud of her already hotly vibrating little clitoris!
     "Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," she gurgled ecstatically.  And now there was no 
stopping him.  She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly 
nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being.  
Again and again the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual caress, 
drawing gasps of wild obscene intoxication from the young blonde 
housewife, her full, firm chest heaving for breath.  Over and over his 
lapping tongue splayed through the widespread crevice between her ardently 
shivering legs, singeing her exposed and vulnerable loins thrust so 
obscenely forward, the soft, curl-spreckled pubic mound seething with 
primitive sexual energy.  Rex's deliciously lustful licking of her 
erotically steaming vagina had left her no better than a whimpering, 
gibbering idiot, crazy to feel every last lick, every last wild, 
thrilling, mind-bending sensation from that handsome furry head that was 
pursuing her cunt with an ardent devotion she had never known before in 
her entire young life.
     As for Rex, he hadn't been interested in the lamb bone for a single 
minute, and now her slender hand opened, helpless in the grip of this 
furious passion, and the bone dropped with a clatter to the tiled floor.  
Rex didn't notice at all.  From the moment his new, beautiful blonde 
mistress had raised her skirt and shown her down soft cuntal lips by 
pulling her white nylon panties aside, he was interested in nothing else.  
He knew from vast experience what to do, and he did it, slavishly, with 
that long wet tongue of his, licking through the blonde curling pubic 
hair, and her eagerly responding cunt, and flicking around her moist upper 
thighs as well, where they shivered under his lapping touch.  His blood 
raced ruttishly, and his pinkened penis extended dangerously from its dark 
enclosure.  The delicate scent of her rousing loin-spill, flowing outward 
from his mistress' entrancing young cunt, filled his keen sensitive 
nostrils and made them flare.  He stroked with increasing urgency and 
ardor the moistened, silky pink flesh between her sensuously spread 
thighs.  His strong German shepherd heart beat wildly at her exciting 
feminine sex odor, the intense fever of her desire contagiously spreading 
to his own powerful loins.
     "Darling ..." she breathed in a lost fit of passion.  "Darling ... oh 
God ... honey ... yes like that ...  oh darling ...  that's it ... lap my 
cunt!  You darling!" she hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes 
tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head 
lolled back, rolling all of her long blonde hair over her shoulders back 
and firmly round young buttocks.  A blue vein throbbed ardently in her 
temple as all of her healthy young being gave itself over to the sheer 
exquisite joy of having her cunt lapped by an animal with such marvelous 
understanding of the human female need.
     ''Oh lover ... you sweet ... sweet beauty ... oh love me to death!  
Lick me!  Oh God ...  I'm dying ...  Keep it up, baby ... don't stop ... 
oooohhhhhh ... don't ever stop ...  Mama Jan will cum in a minute ... oh 
ohhhoooohhhh ... faster, baby, faster ... lick ... lick ... DARLING!"
     Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream for completion ... 
completion ... completion ... only ... only the most blinding orgasm in 
the entire world that she had ever known ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ...
     And then it penetrated to her mind.  Agonizingly, tormentingly, 
wildly debilitating at first ... and then so it drove her out of her mind 
-- there was someone knocking at the front door!
     For a lengthy moment Jan felt as if she were rooted like a tree trunk 
into the floor of the bathroom.  All she wanted was this wonderful, mind-
blowing orgasm ... lustfully captivated, she wallowed like a performing 
seal in the throes of forbidden enchantment ...
     But the knocking finally became too much, too distracting.  Finally 
the huge dog discontinued his lavish obscene caress, as he had been cued 
to do years ago.
     Oh God, just one second more and she would have cum!  She was sure of 
it!  She wanted to scream from unabated excitement.  She thrust her hotly 
seething vaginal hump obscenely forward, trying to tempt Rex back, but the 
handsome dog was too well-trained to respond to knocks and buzzers.  
Instead of continuing the lewd tonguing of his beautiful blonde baby-
sitter, he nosed his way out the door and into the hall.
     "Ooooh, God," she groaned reflexively, almost the first real anger 
Jan had ever indulged in her entire life.  Her saliva-moistened vagina 
shivered maddeningly almost to orgasm -- but not quite.  Groaning with 
rage, her eyes blazing, she shoved down her wrinkled miniskirt, and flung 
the door to the bathroom open with a heavy bang against the wall.



Chapter 3

     "Jan .  .  Oh Jaaaaan!  Yoo hoo!"
     It was her mother!  Jan gasped.  She had better get herself together 
in a hurry!
     She glanced into the hall mirror as she passed it on the way to the 
door.  Her cheeks looked unnaturally warm and pink, but after all that was 
nothing and would subside in a moment.  For the rest of it, there was 
probably no trace.
     Which wasn't to say that she didn't produce enough sexually excited 
scent for a smart dog like Rex to pick up.  She glanced back at him with a 
sly, conspiratorial smile.  Clever fellow.  She would have to get back to 
him later, if her old guilt feelings didn't come back.  Her hot young 
vagina was veritably burning up.
     "Coming, mom," she called, trying to fix her hair back in its sleek 
blonde pony tail.  About half of it had come undone during what she had 
been doing so obscenely with Rex.  She didn't want to look like an utter 
wreck when she opened the door.  Things would be difficult enough over the 
next few weeks, trying to sneak a few precious moments with her neighbor's 
darling pet and having to look after her folks at the same time.
     "Jan!"
     She opened the door and there was her mother.  A little more gray in 
her hair, but fundamentally the same attractive, changeless woman.  Her 
father, Arnold Talbott, stood back and slightly to one side as Sarah 
Talbott enfolded daughter Jan in her loving arms and gave her a hot, wet 
kiss on the side of her neck.  "Hello, dear, they seemed to say with 
unison.
     After the clench with her mother, her father stepped forward and they 
embraced.  Jan was so hot from the incident with Rex that she almost 
forgot herself and embraced him a little too snugly.  Her hot young pussy 
was fairly screaming with love and need.  Her face was so flushed with sex 
heat that she was certain he must have noticed it.
     "Oh, it's nice to see you, dad," she said, trying to conceal her 
hyper-heated sensuality by kissing him lightly on the cheek.
     But Arnold Talbott caught the hint of something unusual on the heat 
of her breath.  Yet he knew that Steve was at work.  What was up?
     "It's nice to see you, dear."
     Jan stared at her distinguished father for one long moment in time.  
Arnold Talbott still had a full head of brilliant white hair and, at 
forty-five, was still a very attractive man.  What was more, he knew it.  
He was tall for a man his age, about six feet, and he carried his lean, 
well-kept body with an air of elegant grace.
     "Well," said Sarah Talbott, at last breaking the heavy, pregnant 
silence.  "Shall we bring our bags in?"
     "I'll help you," Jan said cheerfully.  She was genuinely pleased to 
see her parents, and the hot desire in her belly was quickly subsiding.  
Even now she felt as if she was regaining some of her sanity.  For one 
brief moment she considered that she might even find the interlude with 
Rex just that and only that -- an interlude.  Maybe all this heated 
sensuality would pass and she would ignore the handsome dog in the future.  
Maybe she should blame her depravity on the whiskey she'd been drinking in 
quiet shots all morning.  Certainly it was not like her at all to behave 
so obscenely.  Now that she was getting her head back together, her 
ability to resist depravity was sure to strengthen.
     So she helped her parents bring their things in.  Her mother 
chattered on and on, though, about all the traveling they had been doing 
for the last few weeks -- her father had taken a month's vacation from the 
plant he owned that made ball bearings and sheet metal.  They had visited 
her brother in Alaska, and also contemplated a Caribbean cruise.  In any 
case, now they were with her and they could relax and rest up before 
deciding what to do next.
     After getting their bags into the guest room and doing a minimum of 
unpacking, Sarah Talbott brushed her hands over her voluminously formed 
breasts, down her hips, and generally shifted to straighten out the snug, 
voluptuously formed suit she was wearing.  Then she went into the kitchen 
and sat down at the table as her daughter poured coffee.  Her eyes studied 
the curvaceous young blonde and for the thousandth time she marveled at 
the adorable sexy way that her beautiful young daughter was put together.  
Since she and Arnold had become secret swingers nine months ago -- after 
twenty years of marriage -- she had developed a more heightened 
appreciation of such things.  She had always known that her lovely blonde 
daughter was sexy and attractive, but now she appreciated as well how 
vitally important this was in life.
     Which wasn't to say she hadn't always appreciated her own 
attractiveness.  Indeed, she had wallowed delightfully in the knowledge of 
it.  But previous to her and Arnold 'cutting out' with the marriage and 
departure of their last child, she had always regarded her voluptuous 
proportions as something that was used only to tease anyone else besides 
one's husband.  Though there had been temptations, until their recent 
departure into the world of 'swinging,' Sarah Talbott had been devotedly 
faithful to Arnold for a steadfast twenty-four years.  And she had brought 
her children up to have similar highly structured view on the behavior of 
a woman within the marriage bond.
     But now, as she watched her luscious, sleek golden-haired Jan moving 
about in the large and elegantly furnished kitchen, she wondered if she 
had been entirely right in the way she had brought her daughter up.  
Because swinging had taught her how pleasurable -- and perfectly decent -- 
swinging could be.  There was scarcely anything that could fire her more 
now than to witness Arnold having his heavily hardened cock sucked on by 
some other woman, or to see him standing over her snapping pictures while 
she had her legs spread wide and some new man fucked heatedly into her 
eagerly absorbing pussy.  She could only wonder that it had taken them so 
long in their married life to discover such delight.
     Which wasn't to say, of course, that she had taken any unfeminine 
advances in the direction of doing it with other couples.  Originally the 
idea had been entirely Arnold's and she had even been a little reluctant 
about it.
     For some time after Jan was married and went off to live in 
Barrington Hills, Arnold had begun showing up with obscene pictures which 
he allowed to lay around casually here and there about their swank five 
bedroom Georgian house on the North Shore in Kenilworth.  Incredible 
stuff, really, it seemed at first, with couples swapping, and lengthy 
daisy chain orgies where one simply could not tell what was going on, or 
who was doing what to whom.  Women sucking on men's cocks, and having 
their vagina's reamed with hardened poles of male flesh, while other men 
sucked on their titties, and so on.  Women getting their cunts licked, 
too, and so on.  Sometimes the daisy chains seemed to be occupying twenty 
people at a time.  There were blondes, redheads, brunettes, brownettes, of 
every size and shape.  Some tall and slender with hard pomegranate tits.  
Others short and buxom and rosy so that men at the very sight of them 
would want to eat them up.  And everyone cavorting and having an 
incredible obscene time in a fashion that set her heart to lurch 
violently.
     She had tried complaining to him at first, but he had standard 
retorts: "Don't be silly, Sarah, there's nothing illegal about keeping 
that stuff around in your own house."  And: "Maybe you ought to consider 
doing a little swapping yourself, ourselves.  At your age there's no 
chance of getting pregnant, and we haven't got so long to go in this world 
that we can afford to pass up any side amusements.  You can't tell, it 
might be fun, doll.  Why don't you trust me and find out?"
     She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however.  Right 
up to the point where she felt that she was losing him.  He would go out 
and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse.  In the 
morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick.  Finally she 
couldn't take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment.  She consented 
tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him happy and he 
would stop being silent with her.
     In short, she did it initially - started swapping - solely to 
please him.
     But what a change there had been after their fist few sessions!  Even 
the first one, as brief and unsatisfactory as it inherently was, had 
opened up an amazing world of fresh thrills and sensations that she had 
never even dreamed existed.
     Being totally naked and getting fucked by a strange man with her 
husband watching turned out to be the most fearfully, heart-palpitating 
excitement any woman could possibly imagine!  Before long she had become 
an even more devoted swinger than Arnold.  Her entire personality changed 
and opened up like a flower that had been grown in the shadows for too 
long.  Her eyes seemed to open miraculously.  As thrill after thrill 
pounded and drummed through her tall, voluptuous body, she found herself 
screaming out and crying obscenities that she had never dreamed of 
uttering in twenty-four years of married life.  Her cunt fairly throbbed 
with excitement; her orgasms were mind-blowing and explosive, ripping her 
apart from one nerve ending and through all the others.  Before long she 
wanted nothing but sex, sex, sex of every possible and conceivable type.  
She couldn't seem to help herself.  Her cunt pulsated continuously now as 
it considered the approach of the next tongue or the next cock plunging 
wildly within her burning cuntal crevice.  She seemed to be in a constant 
state of excitement and anticipation for the next mind-blowing sexual 
scene of swapping with other couples.  She had even learned to love 
watching Arnold licking another woman's pussy, or fucking some gorgeous 
young blonde from behind in the rectum or cunt.  Nothing now seemed any 
longer obscene or repellent.  They had both become supremely sexual 
creatures, living only for their wild hedonistic thrills.  She wondered 
only how she had managed to survive so many decades existing in any other 
state.  All the years that had been wasted!  But now she was going to make 
up for them, that was for sure!
     Indeed, it was even noticeable that very soon their roles had become 
almost reversed -- so that now it was she who was the supreme hedonist who 
couldn't seem to get enough of sexual swapping, while occasionally it was 
Arnold who complained that he was a trifle bored with the whole thing and 
would like to stay home more!
     So it was that she considered all this as she watched her lovely, 
fulsomely developed young blonde daughter putter around her kitchen, her 
shining yellow pony tail swinging in the breeze.  Jan had never had her 
hair cut, so that now the point of her pony tail seemed to be pointed 
right down into the crevice of her succulently shaped young buttock 
cheeks.  The fulsome thrust of her impudently firm young bosom reminded 
Sarah somewhat of the gorgeous nineteen year old brunette they had swapped 
with the previous week in Anchorage during a brief trip away from Jan's 
brother's home.  That had been a sensational session!  The brunette's 
handsome young boy-friend had turned out to be a six-foot-five lumberjack 
hairy as a grizzly.  His massive cock and balls had really set Sarah's 
loins spinning wildly, so that she had sucked him off slavishly and 
practically tried to almost completely swallow his delicious young balls.  
Arnold and the brunette had had to pull her off of him.  What a gorgeous 
animal that young man had been!  Indeed, it had been almost like being 
fucked by a grizzly bear when his massive rod sluiced into her cunt from 
the back, with that big boy riding her as if she were an animal bitch!  
Her orgasms had been truly shattering and mind-exploding!  She had been 
totally mystified to find she could not get her head back together for 
fifteen minutes afterward, and even then she had come out of it gibbering 
like a mindless idiot from her fantastic climax.
     If both men hadn't taken to gently sucking on her tits, she might not 
have gotten her head back at all, in fact.  She had really been out of it.
     Jan poured coffee for the both of them.  Arnold was still getting 
organized in the guest room.  Sarah continued to study her statuesquely-
put-together young blonde daughter.
     And she found herself wondering mildly if Jan had ever had any 
obscene thoughts.
     But of course not.  Until she herself had been introduced to 
swinging, she had brought her lovely voluptuous daughter up so carefully 
that she could never be really interested in sex in a 'dirty' way.
     If only she had realized years back that she was probably doing more 
harm than good!
     But now it was probably too late.  Her lovely daughter was probably 
too prudish by far.  She wondered how Steve managed.  God forbid she 
should ever find out the path her distinguished, social-register parents 
had taken!  If the Wilmette Woman's Club ever found out!  And Jan could 
never possibly comprehend it!
     She smiled softly to herself and sipped her coffee delicately.  Her 
mind fluttered back to Steve, her handsome young son-in-law.  Now, there 
was a charming boy.  He had the most beautiful succulent lips, like those 
of a Greek god, coupled with a Roman nose, jet black wavy hair, deep, sexy 
blue eyes slightly lidded like Robert Mitchum's.  His shoulders were 
impossibly square and broad, and the rest of him she remembered as trimly 
muscled, from his washboard tummy to his long, muscular swimmer's legs.  
Shoulders like his belonged to a boxer, but his trimness was that muscular 
slenderness of a gymnast.  She wondered if he was still so magnificently 
proportioned, like a young god.
     "Sugar, mother?"
     "Two, please, dear.  You know how I like it."
     Sarah Talbott lit her king-size cigarette and placed it delicately in 
the ivory cigarette holder she had bought in San Francisco.  She stirred 
her coffee and wondered mildly if she would be able to get the handsome 
young son-in-law in bed with her.  Just the memory of him set her heart to 
racing.  But wouldn't he be shocked if he knew, the innocent lad!  They 
would have to work on him cautiously.  No use upsetting Jan by clumsy 
planning!
     Then of course there was the fact that in this particular instance 
Arnold would not have anybody to swap with.  He could scarcely swap with 
his own daughter!
     Or could he?
     No -- no, that was just a bit much.  She was a swinger, Sarah 
Talbott, but she was fundamentally a decent person.  She knew that society 
had invented the taboos against incest with good reason, although she 
couldn't think offhand of just what they were,
     Arnold would just have to be satisfied with her having a go at the 
handsome Steve.  After all, she didn't kick up a fuss when she caught him 
working over their gorgeous redheaded daughter-in-law in Fairbanks, did 
she?  No, she had merely closed the door again and let them continue 
without interruption.

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From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WildYern (03/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:55:57 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-3110950954420001@pp2.westdat.com>

     So he owed her one.
     Suddenly her eyes darted.  A German shepherd lay curled up in the 
corner next to the refrigerator.  Then it occurred to her -- she had 
noticed the animal immediately upon entering, but she had been so absorbed 
in seeing Jan again that she had completely forgotten it.
     What a handsome animal it was, too.  What sleek, shining fur.  
Certainly very healthy looking.
     Then her eyes widened.  She was alarmed to see the animal suddenly 
begin stroking the slightly protruding pink tip of its penis with its very 
own tongue!  How disgusting!
     Sarah glanced hurriedly at Jan.  Had she noticed?  Apparently not.  
Well, she wasn't going, to say anything herself.
     She looked back at the dog.  Now it was licking its rapidly exposing 
penis repeatedly and with increasing heat.  Sarah blanched.  That devil!  
She studied its long, muscular mature body.  Its haunches were 
magnificently proportioned, if she knew anything about dogs.  I'll bet he 
drives all the bitches in the neighborhood wild, she thought with a 
secretive smile.  Handsome devil
     Then she noticed that Jan had joined her gaze.  She was quite 
surprised to see her daughter look sheepishly away, down at her coffee.  
The pretty blonde housewife's cheeks turned a bright crimson, but she said 
nothing at all.
     How odd.  Sarah decided that it was up to herself to break the ice in 
this curious situation.
     "Well, that's a dog that certainly knows how to misbehave, isn't it?"
     Jan's pretty blush seemed to deepen.  "He's not an it, " she said a 
little too hotly, feeling as if her loins were clutching a handful of 
squirming snakes.  "He's a he ..."
     "Obviously," said Sarah, still watching the thoroughly engrossed dog, 
who paused occasionally in his self-ministration to cast a hot, amazingly 
human glance in her direction.  She was quite taken aback with the force 
in that glance -- or was she imagining overmuch?
     "He's just a pet from next door.  I promised Marge Levitt I'd look 
after him while they were on vacation," Jan said lamely, her cheeks 
flushed with embarrassed blood.
     Sarah smiled and picked up her coffee cup.  She averted her eyes from 
the misbehaving dog.  "Certainly, dear.  It's just that this isn't what 
one expects to find in one's kitchen."
     Jan looked with sparkling eyes at Rex, hoping desperately that her 
tremulous voice did not give her away.  "I suppose I could let him 
outside."
     Sarah said nothing.  She felt a vague curiosity about something she 
could not precisely define.  Her daughter's air was altogether too urgent 
and tense.  This was not like Jan at all.
     She looked back at the handsome German shepherd.  Watching the sleek, 
muscular animal play with its own genitals, she could not repress a tremor 
of excitement up between her own thighs as she abruptly found herself 
trying to imagine what a lengthy tongue like that might feel like worming 
up along her own vaginal crevice and then flicking wetly at her hot little 
puckered anus!  The older woman found her nostrils flaring.  She had 
become altogether too aroused sexually over the last few months not to 
feel something watching that magnificent animal.  She looked over at Jan 
who had stood up and was taking tentative steps toward the handsome 
animal.  Had she overplayed her puritan hand?
     Yes, her performance had been altogether too convincing.  "Come on, 
Rex," Jan said lightly, tugging at the German shepherd's collar, "it's 
outside for you."
     Rex made a tiny whining noise, casting what Sarah saw as a 
breathtakingly flirtatious glance in her direction.  Then she lifted a 
hand to her throat in hot, sensual astonishment.  Surely this she must be 
imagining!
     But no -- the dog continued to glance back at her as his new blonde 
mistress led him out the kitchen door and onto the patio, its long, thick 
red tongue wet and glistening, lolling out lavishly as it plodded out.  
Sarah felt something clutch at her throat.  What abnormal eyes this 
handsome dog had!  Indeed, they were the eyes of a sexy, noble prince 
encased in an animal's body, smoldering with unconcealed desire.
     Despite her most respectable convictions, Sarah felt her vagina begin 
to moisten and tremble.  Her nostrils flared and a slight, thin line of 
perspiration broke out on her upper lip.
     And suddenly she was ashamed, unconsciously ashamed.  While it was 
true that she had been living a deliciously wanton life for the last eight 
months, she certainly was no pervert.  No lesbianism or any other horrid 
stuff for her, like black leather or anything like that.  Sexually she 
indulged only in what one might expect from any good Republican and member 
of the North Shore Women's League.
     And now -- to flare hotly over a dog!  Shame flooded from deep in her 
very being.
     But maybe it was just that she and Arnold hadn't made love in over 
three days, during their cross country train trip.  She was hot as a 
firecracker consequently, and the littlest thing could turn her on.  That 
was it, she felt sure.
     She would have to rectify the situation soon, she decided, or she 
would go out of her mind.
     And there was, after all, no time like the present.



Chapter 4

     After the briefest sample of feminine chatter, Sarah made the best 
excuse she could and made her way back to the Talbott's bedroom, where she 
found her husband dozing in bed with a handful of pornographic pictures 
sitting under the lamp by the bedside.  Two of them were streaked with 
milky cum, now hard and flakey, as was the coverlet,
     Shaking her head, she took all the pins out of her coal-black hair, 
now streaked with gray, and let it tumble in a thickened mass down her 
back to her fulsomely formed buttocks.  Although she had had her hair 
trimmed occasionally, Sarah Talbott had never had it really cut in fifty 
years.  Her father, an ardent Quaker, had considered girls who cut their 
hair as workers for the devil, and somehow she had just never kept up with 
the latest fashions.  So that now her gorgeous thick dark mane tumbled out 
all over down her shoulders and back, nestling softly just above the 
crevice of her buttocks.
     Arnold Talbott turned on the bed and opened one eye.  "What is it, 
honey?  You and our little girl finish your chat so early?"
     Sarah said nothing.  She just kept on undressing.  She opened her 
blouse, revealing the voluminous globes of her breasts where they heaved 
in their silken sheaths.  Through the thin material of her brassiere she 
could see the small dark ovals of her aureoles, and atop them the tiny 
quivering peaks of her nipples, designed to draw men's lips.  She was in 
such a state of delayed excitement that her nipples had already come up 
hard and high.  Her vagina was awash with a lewdly rising tingle.
     Gulping and making a little moan, she ran her hands into her bra and 
clutched each enormous breast, tweaking her nipples teasingly like the 
dials of a radio.  She had never quite grown out of the delirious desire 
to have her huge breasts fondled, and they were always inordinately 
sensitive to the slightest touch.  Just the most ordinary sucking by a 
young man's mouth could drive her wild.  She loved it especially when 
young boys sucked on them as if they were milking her, sucking in as much 
of the hyper-sensitive surrounding flesh as they could.  This really set 
her cunt to churning.  She loved to call them baby when they did that, as 
if they were really newborn babies at her titties, sucking for life 
itself, and she used other equally illicit endearments as well.  It was 
really grand with young men -- like Steve.  She wondered now how she had 
gone so long without giving in.  She could remember that extremely 
attractive fourteen year old newspaper delivery boy, for example, and the 
way his hot young eyes had devoured her when she had come to the door to 
pay for the paper ... there was going to be a surprise in store for him 
when she got back to Kenilworth ...
     "You have such big tits you could probably suck on them yourself," 
Arnold whispered from the bed.
     She giggled guiltily, made a little smile and reached back to 
unfasten her bra.  It came away, revealing her enormous chest in all its 
swaying, pendulous glory.  She shook her tits and made a hot, sensuous 
little laugh.  "I'll bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you, honeypie?"
     "I might," he admitted, grinning, and he threw back the covers, 
revealing a gigantic hard-on standing up in his hand from its hairy base 
like a redwood tree about to be felled.  "I've got my balls in an uproar 
for the last twenty-four years every time I see your beautiful big tits, 
hon.  I'd get a kick like anything out of it if you sucked on them 
yourself, baby."
     She giggled again and fluttered her lashes demurely, combing out her 
long black hair.  "You're obscene," she said.  "A nice woman shouldn't do 
a thing like that."
     ''You've finger-fucked yourself, haven't you?  "
     "You know I have, Arnold."
     "Same difference, sucking on your own tits."
     "But isn't there anything else you'd rather I sucked on?" she grinned 
mischievously.
     He laughed and gripped his cock snugly.  "You know there is!  Get 
over here!"
     Sarah smiled and began a little dance as she finished undressing.  
Her huge breasts swayed and bobbed.  She knew they were sufficient to give 
Arnold -- or any man a hard-on with precious little else required, they 
were so large and well-formed.  Her long black hair assisted the opulence 
and fullness of her well-preserved contours.  Although she was massively 
built upstairs, she had an unnaturally tiny waist which flared outward 
into a full hourglass pair of hips just made for bedroom games.  Her long 
shapely legs were nicely formed and still firm without an ounce of fat, 
although here and there, there was a slight, provocative stretch wrinkle.  
She had after all been a mother twice.  Still, the sheer voluptuousness of 
her proportions could only be termed goddess-like, and she knew it.  Young 
men doted on her motherly proportions every bit as much as she adored 
their hard young muscles.
     Her skirt fell in a pool around her ankles as she hummed softly and 
moved her sexy body as arousingly as she knew how in her primitive dance 
of love.  After she slipped off her long black stockings she put her 
fingers into the elastic of her sheer black nylon panties and drew them 
tantalizingly down.
     Arnold began reflexively stroking himself, his mouth hanging open.  
Though he had fucked a great many other women in his time, Sarah was still 
his all-time greatest turn-on.  For one thing, she had the most 
magnificent body he had ever seen on a woman.  Her tits dominated 
everything; no man could resist them.  For another thing, she had a 
sensuously educated mouth for cock sucking and was positively the best in 
the world.  For these and other reasons he was devoted to his gorgeous 
sexy wife more than she knew or would ever find out, and the passage of 
years had not dimmed his lust for her one iota.
     And now her panties were down.  He invariably gulped at first sight 
of the blackly curling pussy hair that covered the sparsely growing 
triangular "v" between her legs.  He could see the thinly lipped little 
vaginal slit lying in wait in between, moistening slightly and shining 
with liquid substance.
     "Come on," he croaked huskily.  "Get over here!"
     Sarah smiled and walked over to him.  She leaned out over the bed and 
let her enormous breasts fall over into his hungry mouth.  He sucked 
hungrily on one while squeezing the other.  She reached down and exchanged 
her grip for his on the hardened length of flesh riding up between his 
legs, and she began gently masturbating it up and down.
     "Arnold?"
     "Mmmmm?"
     "You don't mind if I pretend you're Stevie, do you?  If I pretend 
you're my son-in-law while I suck your cock and you're fucking me?  Do 
you, lover?"
     He smiled and kept sucking.  This was a little game they played.  She 
knew well and good that he didn't mind.  They had visited the children for 
this specific purpose, because she had wanted to get a 'thing' together 
with young Steve.  And after the way he had screwed their daughter-in-law 
half-silly in Alaska while their son Ronald was away at work, he owed it 
to her.  He didn't mind at all.
     Her body strained and worked with his hands as they worked over her.  
He rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently pressing apart 
the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to the tiny 
puckered circle of tightly clenched anus.  Then he worked his hand up into 
the satin-like softness until his fingers came in hot, wet contact with 
the soft dark curls of her pubic hair already slickened with the rising 
juices of her desire.
     "Ooooooohhhhhh ..." she moaned as his middle finger slithered upward 
between the two eagerly pulsating lips of her open cunt.  "Stevieeeeee ...  
oooooohh that's nice ... fuck your mama with your finger, Stevie ..."
     She gripped his cock tighter and was stroking wildly, her mouth 
opening mindlessly in a long, drawn-out groan.  Then suddenly she could 
take it no longer.  Her brain reeled -- yes, she had to have her son-in-
law's cock in her mouth ...
     Abruptly her head bent ...  He grabbed her neck and pushed her down 
into position, her breasts flooding along the length of his hot, shivering 
flesh like warm, water-filled hot water bottles.  He placed both hands 
gently behind her head, pushing her face towards his wildly palpitating 
cock.  Then he groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces of her 
mouth brush gently against the sensitive head of his cock.  Her lips then 
fell limply open and her head moved forward.  Suddenly his heart raced 
with well-remembered delight -- the tight rounded ovals of lipstick-
covered mouth enclosed snugly over the tightly stretched skin of his 
prick.  Arnold groaned and sighed and lay his head back on the pillow.  
Once his voluptuously experienced wife got going, she didn't need any 
help.
     And anyway he wanted to imagine it was his own gorgeous blonde 
daughter who was sucking him off.  Jan had really blossomed out since 
marriage, and her hot young figure was more voluptuous than ever.  Her 
long blonde hair was something that he could gaze at the brush against 
with nose and fingers all day, every day of the year.  And her tits, while 
not so pendulous and huge as her mother's, were incomparable in their own 
way.  Ever since she was a little girl, he had often imagined her sucking 
him off, although he was far too respectable to do anything about it.
     And anyway, it didn't do at all to seduce one's daughter.  Such 
daughters became too attached and addicted to their fathers and 
consequently had unhappy, unsatisfying marriages.  And Arnold Talbott 
wanted grand-children.  No, there was no condoning misbehavior with one's 
own daughter, despite all the wild sexual scenes he had played in his 
time.
     Of course, now that Jan was married, maybe there would be no harm in 
it -- not that she'd ever be willing, of course.  Her mother had brought 
her up to be very respectable.  Of course, the books were never fully 
closed on a transaction like that.  Well, he would wait and see what 
happened.
     In any case, for the present there was no harm anyway in imagining it 
was she who was wrapping the warmth of her moist, wet lips so hungrily 
around his cock.  He wondered idly if she did that to Steve, and tried to 
imagine them at it.
     Sarah's now hotly working tongue was swirling around his aching cock 
and almost making it boil over with cum right from the beginning.  Her 
lips were soft and smooth like saliva-moistened pillows of flesh as they 
clasped tightly in a snug, elastic-like ring over his burning rod of 
desire-hardened flesh.  He could feel her lips beneath, a sort of pained 
intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of it into her throat 
as she could.  She seemingly surrounded all of him with the hot moist 
warmth of her saliva and tender inner flesh of her tongue.  He pressed his 
hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, and pressed inward drawing 
her inner mouth even tighter around him.
     The moist, nibbling pressure grew in his overheated balls as her 
tongue licked and curled on his cock.  It seemed as if all the burning 
hunger in his gorgeous wife's pussy was now concentrated in the furnace of 
her throat and mouth.  Arnold groaned incoherently and caressed her hotly 
sucking cheeks.  He wanted this beautiful daughter of his to make him cum 
and he wanted her to swallow it deep down in her lovely young belly so 
that his hardened flesh slid more slickly through her open lips now.  His 
eyes opened and flared wildly as he watched his glistening rod disappear 
into her ovally clasping lips as if it were a tight, hairlessly devouring 
cunt.  He could feel every nerve ending in his body pulsating and 
throbbing within the moistly working cavity and warmth of her saliva-
filled mouth.
     She sucked ardently, heavily, keeping his prick hungrily trapped 
despite his occasional jerking, burying her face into his loins with her 
nose deep in his soft pubic hair.  She imagined it was her son-in-law 
Steve's pubis, and that it was his wonderful, virile young cock that she 
had in her mouth.  Occasionally she licked down at his soft, sperm-filled 
testicles, thinking it was Steve's, then fell back to sucking in a 
mindless delirium of ecstatic wonder, making little mewling noises of 
sheer unadulterated delight.  The pressure building in his balls was 
becoming unbearable and as he watched the beautiful feminine face suck so 
passionately his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it 
had ever done before.
     This was his own daughter, Jan, sucking him off, he dreamed!  His 
gorgeous blonde daughter!  With her luscious, beautiful young tits!
     And then suddenly there was a fiercely rippling shudder passing 
through his loins -- and a lightning flow of liquid white sperm shot from 
his balls, along the hard, blood bloated ridge of his cock, and all the 
way up into his wife's desperately gurgling throat!  He gripped her head 
tightly between his hands and shoved his cock gaggingly all the way back.  
She groaned as the first thin needle of hot white spray struck her 
tonsils, then swallowed hungrily as it continued gushing wetly into her 
mouth.  His prick jerked wildly, but she managed to hold on.  The hot, 
fiery liquid spurted all the way down to her hungrily absorbing stomach 
and she gulped for more.  Her cheeks stretched and bloated as she couldn't 
swallow fast enough.  Her throat worked gluttonously to get every last 
drop, sputtering to keep from choking on the whitely cascading sperm as he 
emptied the contents of his balls relentlessly into the depths of her 
thirstily working gullet.
     Arnold's body quivered and a long, ecstatic sigh broke from his lips 
as he again imagined himself shooting his semen down his beautiful blonde 
daughter's throat.  She could suck beautifully ... he pushed his fingers 
into her long blonde hair ... bracing himself to keep from shuddering 
right off the bed and onto the floor.
     Sarah would not let her son-in-law's delicious organ fall from her 
lips.  She continued to suck and lick off every last drop as it gradually 
diminished, extracting every last bit from the tiny hole in its peak.  
Tiny thin trails of white cum seeped from her liquid-bloated mouth and ran 
down to her chin.  It seemed as if her handsome son-in-law's cock was 
going to deflate completely down to nothing.
     But then, surprisingly, his cock began to thicken again in the soft, 
slippery furnace of her mouth.  She licked it and bit at it gently, taking 
delight in being able to bring it to life again.  "Oh, God, Stevie, I love 
your cock ..." she mouthed to her bewildered husband, who, coming back to 
reality, saw now that it wasn't his daughter who was sucking his cock, but 
merely her mother, his own wife.  The desire was quickly rekindled in his 
boiling balls as she continued to suck ever so ardently.  She teased her 
sperm-slippery tongue around and around it until it was restored to its 
full strength and power, and then the rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly 
from her mouth, a thin string of milk-white jism hanging between.  Her 
eyes fluttered open, hot with desire and she looked up at her husband, 
still imagining it was her handsome young son-in-law.  Through smokey, 
lust ridden pupils she saw his handsome, youthful face and the wonderful 
hard muscles of his achingly attractive young body.
     "Fuck me," she groaned, reaching for him as she rolled over onto the 
bed, onto the dark thick mass of her long black hair, her legs spreading 
open automatically to reveal the hot, wet mouth of her desire-glistening 
cunt.
     "Fuck me, Steve!  Ram your cock up into my cunt and fill me with your 
beautiful, fresh young cum!"
     Arnold chuckled at her reference to their daughter's husband, but 
wasted no time as he turned over and came to rest directly between her 
eagerly spread thighs, his enormous cock waving around like a divining rod 
looking for water.  His thighs moved between hers.  There was no need to 
prepare her, her pussy was already moist and waiting.  He could feel the 
thin vertical opening of her cunt, throbbing with desperate hunger for his 
cock, as he guided the thick length of muscle towards her through the 
curling black pubic hair, which was thoroughly soaked with her passionate 
secretions.  Then the head of his penis touched her soft, wetly throbbing 
pussy lips and moved on through with a single long, smooth stroke born of 
long familiarity, until he rammed it all the way up into her cervix.  He 
had fucked his wife so many thousands of times that she was an old 
familiar treasure.  The smooth, wet walls of her cunt clasped around his 
cock like slick seal skin, undulating firmly around it and driving him 
crazy.
     "Ooooooooooh," she crooned lovingly.  Her whole body seemed to be 
singing as she imagined that it was her young son-in-law fucking into her.  
Her entire insides fluttered with butterflies and opened wide to receive 
his cock head deeper into her womb.  She groaned and murmured incoherently 
as he fucked her savagely, gritting his teeth with desire.  Her body 
humped eagerly, voluptuously with his and moved with abandoned, 
uncontrollable jerks when the thrill became too much to be borne.
     "Ooooh OH," she breathed, "fuck me, Stevie!  FUCK MEEEEEEE!  Sooooo 
goooooooood!"  She groaned with ecstatic agony, her arms wrapped tightly 
around his neck, her hips humping furiously as he threw the meat to her, 
the huge whiteness of her massive breasts squashing out between them on 
either side of their chests.
     Arnold plunged his huge cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the 
soft warm cavern of her belly, feeling her cunt flower open before his 
savage onslaught as though she had never been fucked before.
     Sarah's wildly steaming flesh jerked and twisted while she moaned 
unceasingly, her features contorted with furious passion.  Her mouth moved 
wordlessly and her nostrils flared with an untamed, animal desire which 
took hold of her body as if she were having an uncontrollable epileptic 
fit.  Her forehead glistened with sweat as her vagina arched upward 
through ascending levels toward the blinding light of her rapidly 
approaching orgasm.  "Ooooooohh Jesus God yes," she cried up towards the 
ceiling as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping 
cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising her up off the bed 
in order to sink his hard driving thickness still deeper into her passion-
drenched cunt.  He threw it to her with all the strength his hips and 
thighs could muster, and the smooth, hungrily moving walls of her cunt 
clasped and unclasped like a heartbeat all around his hotly bursting cock.  
He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of 
his long thick penis up through her shudderingly accepting hole and 
dragging a fresh ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the 
room like the cry of a wounded animal.  Her nostrils snorted wildly and 
her eyes, now opened wide, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing as he fucked 
savagely into her open body, a deep, burning desire burning lustfully out 
of them.
     He pulled his head back, his neck muscles straining, and closed his 
eyes, imagining that he was fucking supremely into his beautiful blonde 
daughter.  If Sarah only knew ... he thought from time to time ... fucking 
her cunt and thinking of fucking our beautiful young baby girl, Jan, at 
the same time ...
     Now Sarah twisted and writhed beneath him, unable to control her body 
or the wild desire that coursed through her.  Her body ached to be 
humiliated and fucked by her handsome young son-in-law she imagined in his 
place.  Her face contorted wildly with passion as her cunt struggled 
desperately after its climax.  Her lips bared back over her teeth and 
desperate moans echoed from deep in her violently heaving breasts.  Her 
arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, now slithered down 
so her fingernails could dig savagely, piercingly into his muscularly 
pummeling buttocks as they pounded heavily up into her desire-flooded 
loins.
     Lewd wet smacking sounds resounded through the room with each 
vicious, pile-driving hump up between her openly spread legs.  Arnold ran 
his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs 
and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair around her cunt to 
feel the greedily clinging lips of wet flesh that clung and throbbed 
ecstatically around his cock like a snug, avidly sucking mouth.  Her cunt 
was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split 
crevice of her ass.  Her body flamed with passionate perspiration and 
gyrated wildly, ravenous for sex and nothing but sex.  It seemed to Sarah 
as if the entire world began and ended within that central core of her 
belly and cunt.  She no longer existed except for that flame of sensation 
within her vagina, from which everything else about her -- and the world 
-- built outward progressively.
     Her head flailed back and forth uncontrollably on the pillow, sending 
her long, soft hair flying everywhere.  Her mouth opened in a long, 
ecstatic moan and she became something crazed and inhuman as she churned 
and squirmed in the grip of pure sex, spreading her legs back until her 
knees pressed lightly against her nipples, feeling the sheet soaking 
beneath her buttocks and cunt from the profusion of sexual juices gushing 
from her burning loins.  This fresh position allowed her husband to fuck 
his cock up into her even deeper and Sarah squealed again with delight, 
still imagining him as her young virile son-in-law.
     "Deeper, Stevie!  Oooooh, that's it!  Fuck me deeper daaaaarling!  
Deeper, harder, ooooh fuck me!" she begged, gasping as if she were dying.  
She raised her open thighs up higher on his body and wound them 
voluptuously around his back, moving her naked hips from side to side with 
uncontrollable abandon and spiraling her vagina up and down crazily along 
his rhythmically pistoning cock.
     "OH JESUS l'M CUMMING!" she gasped hoarsely, ''I'M OH -- OH -- OH!  
HONEEEEEEEEEE!"  She suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of burning

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Subject: WildYern (04/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:56:11 GMT
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intensity and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his heavily 
perspiring back.  At the same time her arms wrapped tightly around his 
neck and she mashed her mouth on his, shoving her tongue all the way up 
into his throat with wild abandon and sucking as furiously as she could.  
Arnold could taste the pungent, male flavor of the cum he had spurted into 
her mouth minutes before.  Her back arched and she held tight to him, then 
all of a sudden he pushed her legs up high over his shoulders, rolling her 
body into a tight fleshy ball which he fucked mindlessly, drawing hoarse 
gasps of "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" from her helpless lips, and then suddenly her 
hotly clinging vagina was quivering and jerking insanely around his cock 
as seemingly her whole insides erupted and spewed out all around his hard-
driving cock.  Her cum-juice cascaded down the widespread crevice of her 
upraised buttocks, flooding wetly into his testicles as they slapped with 
heavy lewd smacks into her tiny puckered anus.
     Even though his wife had sucked him dry but a few short moments ago, 
the wildness of Sarah's orgasm started a slow aching pressure in her 
husband's groin and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and 
squeezed with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to suddenly 
explode and gush out jet after jet of hotly spewing cum into her 
widespread vagina.
     "God," he gasped as he imagined himself cumming in his own daughter, 
and he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked 
like a wooden paddle against the wide-splayed lips of her cunt and his 
rhythmically jerking cock pumped deeply down into the throbbing recesses 
of her thirstily absorbing belly.
     And then a series of wild, violent shudders seemed to hit them both 
at once which had no beginning nor any kind of end.  Shudders which began 
in their toes, rippled through their heaving bodies, and which ended only 
in mind-dredging moans and groans that were pure ecstasy for both of them 
-- as she imagined that he was Steve, their darling young son-in-law, and 
he imagined that she was Jan, their gorgeous blonde daughter, .  .
     "Uuuuhhhhhh ..."
     "Aaaahhhhhoooooooohhhhh baby ..."
     "Mmmmmmmmmm..."
     She ran her hands lovingly over his hairy chest as they gradually 
settled back, spinning downward and out from the magnificent heights they 
had reached together.
     Would her son-in-law be that good, she wondered?
     Only time would tell.
     And for his part, he was still thinking and imagining that he was 
stroking the long blonde hair of his beautiful, voluptuous daughter Jan 
....


Chapter 5

     In the kitchen, Rex was sitting quietly in a corner observing his 
beautiful blonde new mistress.  As before, his warm animal blood raced 
faster as he watched her sensual movements about the kitchen.  Nothing 
else had happened between them since the new people had come to the house, 
although he had noticed that subtle female sexual aroma rising as well 
from underneath the dress of the other woman who had arrived at the house 
a short time ago.  Unmistakably she had gazed into his large brown eyes 
with that look of curiosity which so often characterized his initial 
encounters with human females.
     He licked his paws and continued to watch Jan, her voluptuous body 
moving about the kitchen with sexy, top heavy movements, her perfectly 
curved hips swaying, her long blonde hair bed up again in its shining 
ponytail.  Rex wondered idly what his mistress would look like stripped 
naked.  All human women looked slightly different, and even their holes 
felt different when he dog-fucked them, his long, thick penis sliding up 
into their hair-fringed cunts and sometimes into their tiny, tightly 
clenching backsides.
     Jan had managed to get her head back together momentarily, after her 
mother had gone back to the bedroom to rest.  It had taken some time, 
though.  She had found it necessary to throw herself into the housework 
with everything that was in her, in order to cancel out the terrible 
urging in her loins that had been awakened by that devilish dog and the 
strange tricks he had been apparently taught by Marge Levitt.
     By noon, though, the unsatiated flame in her loins had been 
adequately banked and she sat down to a cup of coffee.  Earlier, she had 
heard a terrific amount of unmistakable noise in her parents' guest room 
and closed the door to the kitchen, dreadfully embarrassed and feeling 
herself becoming wet between her legs all over again.
     The nerve, people that age still carrying on!  Her face flushed a 
beet red for a good half hour as she endeavored to force all thought of 
them out of her impressionable young mind.  Of course, she had always 
assumed that her parents had sex -- there was nothing wrong in that.  
After all, that was how they'd made her, wasn't it?
     Still, it had really set her heart to racing to think that her father 
was actually fucking her mother right there on the other side of the door!  
She had been brought up in a very large home where the interior walls were 
largely brick.  Consequently there was a great deal of privacy.  These new 
homes had walls that were much too thin.  She had felt her vagina begin to 
throb and clench inward while her parents were carrying on, and only 
turning on the radio had managed to distract her.
     Now, as she sipped her coffee and nibbled a light sandwich, she was 
filled with a terrible, burning shame.  The terrible things she had been 
doing with that irresistible animal -- and then to get all excited up 
between her thighs when she heard her own parents doing it -- what was she 
coming to, anyway?  She had always been brought up so refined, but now her 
animal instincts seemed to be taking over at the slightest terrible 
temptation.
     What had ever driven her to that disgusting, loathsome act with Rex, 
who was after all only a dog?  She could die of shame!
     Not that it was Rex's fault.  She had merely been too worked up over 
their recent sexual frustrations, and she had lost her head.  For some 
time after he had disappeared out the back door, she had wondered if the 
dog might not even refuse to come back to her.
     But fortunately he had returned and that had served to assuage her 
guilt somewhat.  After all, what did a German shepherd know about moral 
laws?
     Although he did have the most disturbing eyes, and suddenly, looking 
down into them where Rex lounged so casually in the corner by the 
refrigerator, she lost all her appetite to eat another single bite.  His 
eyes seemed to be burning through the snug red sweater as if they were 
laser beams ...
     As for Rex, he had no appetite either, except for her.  He had even 
ignored his lamb bone as he concentrated all of his attention on her and 
her musky, overheated animal scent.  The heated taste and odor of her 
female mating essence had earlier whetted his trained dog lusts, leaving 
his animal loins in a state of incomplete agitation.  Indeed, he was so 
hot for his new mistress, and eager to work on her with his tongue and 
penis, that he had totally ignored invitations from neighborhood houses 
elsewhere during his brief range of freedom.  He had totally ignored all 
the old stops at other back doors in the neighborhood, where excitedly 
smiling housewives had tried to tempt him with various treats to get him 
to perform in their kitchens and bedrooms all the skilled feats they had 
learned to love so much.  No, he only had thoughts and feelings for his 
new blonde mistress now.  There was a fresh, urgent yearning in his German 
shepherd heart that existed solely for her, for the golden-haired Jan.
     Suddenly Jan could take it no longer, sitting there gazing into his 
big brown eyes from the kitchen table.  She had no right to give Rex the 
silent treatment after he had been so good to her.  Moved by an urge as 
irresistible as it was obscene, she got up from the kitchen table and went 
over to him -- only to have him rise and meet her in the center of the 
floor!
     "Rex," she breathed laboriously, putting her fingers down into the 
soft fur around his collar as the handsome animal nuzzled against her bare 
thigh, making her flesh tingle.  Her welcome voice, aroma, and the feel of 
her long, slender hand on his neck delighted the animal.  He licked at her 
wrist and sniffed in everything about her that was so delicious to him.  
Jan began cooing softly as she felt the tension rise again in her hungrily 
aching young cunt.
     "You -- you may not know it, darling, but I--I was afraid you might 
hate me for the terrible way I behaved --" she said in a choked-up voice.  
"I could never stand that, you handsome beauty!" she blurted out 
passionately, totally forgetting herself in one swift, blissful moment as 
she felt his muscular body brushing her thighs and turning them to jelly.  
Giving in to a force that was stronger than herself, she suddenly found 
herself kneeling down and throwing her arms tearfully around the handsome 
dog's neck.  "Oooh, you're so sweet, little baby.  Please forgive mama!  I 
promise, I'll never do anything so wicked again ..."
     And saying this even as her hot young pussy began to pulsate and seep 
out warm wet liquid all over again ...
     Rex was tired and thirsty, but he could give himself over to this 
beautiful mistress' caress indefinitely.  But suddenly Jan caught herself 
as she realized that she had given in to her primeval instincts once 
again.  Summoning every last ounce of strength, she forced herself to 
stagger up into a standing position again, then backed off nervously, her 
hand clutching her breasts, her breath coming in hotly punctuated little 
gasps, her nostrils flaring.
     She had to fight back!
     She had to!  This awful thing was getting the better of her!  How 
could she have allowed herself to become so horribly shameless?
     Had anyone ever told her that mere sight or presence of a mere animal 
could make her go weak in the knees, Jan would have thought them crazy.  
She hurried to distract herself now, though, because it was becoming 
apparent that Rex was no ordinary dog.  He was just too exceptionally 
unique -- understanding, affectionate, warm ... and it was this as much as 
anything which made her heart flutter irrationally whenever she looked at 
him.
     She blushed self-consciously.  It seemed almost as if it had been 
love at first sight.  Why else would she have let him lick her there, 
between her legs?  It was more than just lust between them.  No, lust she 
could have fought.  But this was more, much more.
     She considered all of this as she feverishly scrubbed unending 
cupboards, trying to get her mind off him and his beautiful sleek coat, 
his handsome canine head, his adorable face and understanding eyes.  But 
most of all, she could not forget his long, beautifully educated tongue.  
God, the way it had licked with such exquisite tenderness and 
understanding at the eagerly accepting portals of her nakedly presented 
vagina!
     What woman could ever forget a thing like that!
     And indeed, as her mind continued to dwell on the obscenity of the 
morning, over and over, her guilt began to lessen, and a revitalized 
excitement began to take hold ...  God, she should still feel his hotly 
searing tongue, long and thick, parting her softly curling blonde pubic 
hair, spreading the thin, pinkly glistening edges of her cuntal lips with 
it.  How it had splayed agonizingly through the sensitive flesh of her 
passion-moistened vaginal walls, was enough to provoke the wildest 
sensations of sexual memory up between her full, warm thighs.
     She had to get hold of herself!
     But how?
     And then, suddenly -- she was saved by the bell.  For the shrill 
ringing of the telephone cut her anguished silence, and she hurried to 
answer it.

*    *    *

     She went to the wall to pick up the telephone, Rex following 
silently, attentively in her wake.
     "That you, baby?" came her handsome young husband's voice, and into 
her mind came a vision of his face as well, long and handsome, with fluffy 
black curls and a jutting dimpled chin that provided am aura of strength 
atop his large, well built physique.
     "Who did you think?" she asked softly.  Rex came up and nuzzled 
against the softness of her smooth white thigh.  She reached behind and 
scratched his pointy ears There was a soft swirl of emotion in her loins, 
and she began wondering what Rex's penis looked like.
     "Are you okay?"
     "The folks are here," she said sullenly.
     There was a silence from the other end of the phone.  "Well, good," 
he said at last, "it'll be good to see them.  They're good people.  Did 
they have a nice trip?"
     "I guess so."
     "You don't sound happy, baby.  Are you okay?"
     "Yes.  I guess I'm just tired out, having all this company at once in 
the house."  She looked down at Rex.  Suddenly she was wondering wickedly 
if she needed Steve at all.  She had a lover right here who wouldn't go 
away and leave her nervous and frustrated every morning the way he did.
     "You can manage it," came his grinning voice.
     "Will you be home soon?"
     "Just as soon as I finish these reports this afternoon.  Think you 
can wait?"
     She tried to manage some cheerfulness, but somehow it came out 
sounding very flat.  "I'll manage."
     "Okay, darling.  See you soon.  Give your folks my best."
     "I will."
     And with that he rung off.  Jan dug her fingers into the smooth, 
sleek fur of Rex's sturdy neck.  There was a rousing feeling in her loins 
that seemed inescapable.  But her mind was confused.  She didn't dare 
allow herself to fall into the same emotional trap she had earlier -- and 
yet at the same time she couldn't very well ignore those tremulous, 
butterfly feelings that were fluttering slowly into being in her hungering 
young belly, either.
     "Come on, Rex," she said, patting his collar.  "Maybe what we need, 
boy, is a cold shower.  That'll put the damper on your misbehavior."
     Rex slavered and followed her up the stairs to the bedroom, his big 
brown eyes resting on the well-turned calves of her gorgeous tanned legs 
as she moved before him.  In another moment they were in the bedroom 
alone, and Jan was taking off her clothes in preparation for stepping 
through the connecting door into the bathroom.
     He watched her lustfully, his long red tongue hanging out wet and 
panting, as his beautiful blonde mistress disrobed teasingly, as if daring 
a lover.  His thick pink penis began slowly moving out through it's dark 
hairy sheath, and he could feel his animal balls begin to throb urgently.
     Jan hummed softly to herself.  It was nice and harmless, and pleasing 
to her feminine ego to take her clothes off in front of Rex.  He was 
obviously a devoted mistress-dog, and he had probably watched Marge Levitt 
with the same intent, earnest stare.  It was almost as if she were being 
watched by a strange man, but with the added benefit that Rex could never 
tell anyone about what he saw, or spread tales all over the neighborhood.
     No, Rex was probably the most discreet lover -- why did she think of 
that term -- that any woman could want.  And he was attentive.  It was 
flattering in the extreme to have him continually under foot, watching, 
waiting so intent in every movement and watchful glance.
     And so utterly safe, too.  That was the real beauty of it.  She could 
dance around Rex and tease as she might a human lover, but there was no 
danger in anything coming from it -- unless she slipped again and wanted 
it to.
     Jan shivered and looked back at the big, brown-eyed animal.  A 
feeling of utter sultriness swept through her, washing her in sensuality.  
She moaned and closed her eyes, her long, sleek blonde hair hanging down 
straight and golden over her voluptuous body.  Her voluminous young 
breasts inclined only slightly, still preserving their exotic outward 
bulge.  The fleecy curls of her blonde pubic hair shone wet with sun-rays 
from the nearby window.  Rex studied her long legs, suntanned and elegant, 
her tall slender form filled out so beautifully at the chest with firm, 
cantaloupe breasts.  Suddenly he got up on his feet and moved toward her 
anxious to press his cold, wet nose up through the softly curling blonde 
nest to where her warmly scented vagina lay quietly waiting.
     But Jan made an abrupt turn and made for the bathroom, jumping into 
it quickly and locking the door behind her.  Rex had to sit down on his 
paws again, softly mewling.
     She turned on the shower as icy as she could, and let the 
frighteningly frigid water burn off all the excess sensuality from her 
gently quivering flesh.  She was grateful that the sound of the water had 
closed off Rex's whimpering.  She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to 
bear that another second.  The dog was so ennervatingly sweet, and she 
knew how she hurt him by not allowing him to follow her into the bathroom.
     But she wanted a few minutes alone by herself, to think and regroup 
mentally.  So she soaped her firmly rounded breasts, upper thighs, 
occasionally working the bar of soap up between her legs and playing it 
there momentarily, dreaming away, until she caught herself and began 
washing her naked body in a more practical way.
     By the time she stepped out of the shower, she had managed to assuage 
some of her overheatedness.  Now she was ready to relax.  Maybe she would 
even take a nap for a few minutes.
     So she stepped through the door and into the bedroom again, still 
toweling the wetness of her curves.  Rex perked up the instant she cracked 
the door.  There was his beautiful mistress again, all of her long blonde 
hair down, her beautiful female breasts jutting out like over-ripe melons, 
with more than enough room between them to accommodate his tongue, face 
and head.
     She was so long and tall, that she towered over him.  He adored her 
long, tanned legs, the nice round curve on her naked little tummy -- but 
most of all he wanted to lick away the slowly rising moisture that was 
beginning to seep between her voluptuously curved thighs.  It would be fun 
feeling her squirm about beneath him.
     Jan sensed none of the dog's lewd thoughts, only his watchfulness, 
and she found herself self-conscious again.  Maybe she should get under 
the covers altogether.  The shower had so relaxed her that a quick 
afternoon nap would be just the thing.



Chapter 6

     When she did finally awaken from her nap, she stretched voluptuously 
and then glanced to the side of the bed.
     Just as she had expected, Rex was still there, faithful to the last.  
He sat on the floor next to the bed, keeping an eye on the room and 
herself just like a posted sentry.
     Jan couldn't repress a little smile of happiness when she saw him 
there, for he was still at least company.  She swung her legs to the 
floor, sat on the edge of the bed, and ran her fingers affectionately over 
the back of his soft, sleek head.  Rex crowded devotedly against her, 
putting his chin happily into her lap, so that now the smooth fur of his 
coat was nestling against the thin blonde curls of her naked young pussy.
     "That's a good darling," she cooed, "guarding your mama.  That's a 
nice doggy.  Every woman should have an angel like you, shouldn't she, 
sweetheart?"  She stroked the soft crown of his furry head.  "I guess I'm 
probably luckier than I thought, aren't I, precious?"
     Jan hadn't really expected an answer, but suddenly the handsome 
German shepherd raised his head to her face and, before she could 
ascertain his intentions, he had brushed his warm, moist tongue quickly 
over her lips.  Jan gasped and drew back, her eyes wide with alarm.
     Yet she was amazed to find that she was not repelled in the 
slightest.  Indeed, the loving wet contact of Rex's tongue sent an 
unexpected bolt of warm, comfortable sensation fluttering through her 
flesh!  For a moment which seemed like an eternity, she gazed long and 
deep, transfixed as if by a spell, into his hypnotic brown eyes.  Then, 
still dominated by his look, she took his face in her slender hands.
     Yes, he had kissed her and he knew it!  She was sure of it now!  Rex 
knew exactly what he was doing!
     Then he had known what he was doing when he had licked her vagina 
back in the kitchen as well!
     And there was that devilish glitter in his eyes, giving him away as 
big as anything!  Imagine!
     Suddenly everything in her seemed to give way and melt before that 
molten stare in his limpid brown eyes.  She took his head in her slender, 
cool hands and fingered his furry ears with her long red fingernails.  
Then slowly she leaned forward, holding his face warmly ... then, near 
breathless, she parted her lush, moistened red lips with her tiny pink 
tongue -- only to have his longer, thick one touch it with a burning 
caress of a French kiss!
     Jan gasped, trembling all over.  So she hadn't been the seducer after 
all, the Lorelei calling the vulnerable young dog into the depths of 
depravity.  It was he who had seduced her!  He knew all along!  Marge 
Levitt had taught Rex how to please women!
     Had a human male imparted such am impassioned kiss, she wouldn't have 
felt it any more intensely.  When his tongue touched hers, the feeling had 
been positively electric.  Without thinking and breathing hotly, she moved 
her face forward again -- and he did it again!
     Now she realized there was no turning back.  All of the deeply 
welling frustration swirling in her sexually frustrated young loins was 
boiling, churning towards the mouth of her vagina.  She couldn't keep 
herself now -- no way -- from exchanging these small, fervent lingual 
caresses with him, and then he whimpered, a smoothly sensual sound that 
shot right up between her legs!
     Jan jumped up, feeling as if she were choking.  She had to get away.  
What on earth was she doing?  This was impossible, unreal.  It couldn't be 
actually taking place.  She must still be dreaming.
     Awkwardly, she pushed her way past him, her naked breasts bouncing 
seductively as she walked.  Again Rex whined, as if sensing the savage, 
primitive heat he had so easily rekindled within her frustrated belly and 
loins.
     But though she moved quickly across the carpet to the bathroom, she 
turned back to face him easily as fast.  "Rex -- oh Rex, what am I going 
to do with you?" she wailed helplessly, bound by bonds of sexual slavery 
to this slavering beast who came softly padding toward her.
     Not that she was ashamed!  Indeed, that was the baffling part of the 
whole business.  All shame seemed to have evaporated into the humid, 
sensual air of the bedroom.  The pretty blonde housewife was hot as a 
firecracker about to explode, yet she felt no shame.  She could only shake 
her head in self-bewilderment at this development.  Maybe what she needed 
was a drink -- to settle her down.
     On the other hand, there was some question in her mind that it hadn't 
been only the fault of the liquor which had acted to promote their little 
episode earlier that morning.
     Well, she would put it to the test.  She had hidden a small bottle of 
whiskey in the bathroom cabinet, and now she went to get it.
     Rex followed hungrily her every movement, never straying from her 
side.  His excited senses recognized from experience her female needs for 
him.  The piquant aroma rising from the fluid heat of her human loveliness 
filled his nostrils just as he had tasted it from her mouth, intoxicating 
him wildly.  But he was not used to this maddening delay.  His other 
mistress always called for him immediately at such times, as did all of 
the other housewives in the neighborhood.
     Still, the waiting had its own delicious quality of intoxication and 
erotic excitement.  It made him long all the more for her, even though he 
could do nothing to further his animal desires until she ordered him to.
     Jan did not sit down, she swung her long, shining blonde hair out 
over her smoothly curving buttocks as she moved about the bathroom.  He 
stalked her as if he was her shadow, so close did he follow.  He 
continually brushed smoothly, excitingly against her, but then she would 
quickly move away again.  She poured herself several shots of Scotch in 
the meanwhile, working herself up towards -- what?  She didn't know.  By 
now, all of her motives had become slightly unclear.
     Her soft womanly flesh still shivered when he purposefully crowded 
against her, and her melodious voice continued to send soft, tuneful sweet 
singing down to him.  The aura of her sexual desire was growing stronger 
and stronger, and it was sweet as lilacs in Rex's sensitive nostrils.
     Now his flanks began to throb powerfully.  And then, at last, she sat 
down on the side of the tub ... immediately he saw his chance and moved in 
to rest his head in her lap.  The hot, spicy fragrance echoing from her 
loins fled up between her warm, creamy soft thighs and saturated his 
animated sexual instincts.
     "Oh, darling," Jan breathed, laying her head and long blonde hair 
back as she stroked his great handsome head cradled on her nervously 
trembling upper thighs.  "You are a mind-blowing lover dog!"
     It was true, she saw now!  Rex was much more than just a magnificent 
dog.  His potential and unplumbed depths were truly magnificent.  There 
was something aristocratically human about his maleness.  He'd enchanted 
her because of that and he was well aware of it ... he knew that she had 
been afraid to sit down because of what he was doing with the coolness of 
his nose at this very moment!
     She gazed down at him and smiled.  His animal eyes were filled with a 
great deal more than mere affection -- there was rank lust in those 
handsome, devilish orbs!
     "You want to make an animal out of me too, is that it?" she hissed 
passionately, carried away.  "You want to see our episode of this morning 
brought to a climax -- and so do I, darling!  So do I!  I can't help 
myself!"
     Jan groaned as her brain swam with all kinds of confused feelings.  
Was it merely all the whiskey she'd put away today that had brought her to 
this amazing state?  No!  It couldn't be just that!
     But nothing would ever end this mad, seething feeling in her loins, 
except sex, but God, she was aflame with lust and lascivious yearning!  
Her loins fairly boiled with desire ... even though she'd tried so hard to 
resist!  There was a total, seething wetness between her legs, making her 
inner thighs all sticky and shivery, and there was no way to evade it -- 
what's more, Rex must have sensed it all along!  That handsome, devilish 
seductive brute.

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From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WildYern (05/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:56:25 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-3110950955110001@pp2.westdat.com>

     The large German shepherd sensed his mistress' helplessly rising 
emotions.  He, too; was unsettled.  But he recognized her anxiety from 
previous experiences -- all human females seemed to suffer this way the 
first time.  This meant that her total and complete surrender was not far 
off.
     Suddenly his beautiful blonde mistress got up and went back into the 
bedroom again.  He followed her dutifully, then sat down on his haunches 
with ears and eyes alert.  Jan had stopped looking and speaking the soft, 
musically pleasant sounds down at him.  She sat down on the bed and the 
rounded, curvaceous contours of female flesh made him pant with open jaws.  
He saw in her elaborate, sensual beauty all the hidden secrets, so 
delicious, that he had come to love and enjoy with the other women of the 
neighborhood.
     His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets 
partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the thin, 
warmly heated little crevice he remembered so well from his earlier 
licking between her succulently spread legs.
     She smiled at him pleasantly.  Something throbbed violently in the 
leaden, bull weight of his urgent loins.  Suddenly, pantingly, he began to 
lick teasingly at her ankles and calves.
     "Ooooh, you're a devilish little seducer," Jan softly intoned down at 
him.  Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her hungry loins.  
She thought briefly of her handsome young husband.  Why couldn't he turn 
her on as wonderfully and obscenely as this handsome dog?
     Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed 
to be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward.  She massaged 
the hotly swollen mounds and the tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge and 
throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers.  Jan felt as if she were a 
raging inferno.  Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as her 
loins.
     "Oooh, I'm frightened, Rex!"  She took his face in her hands again.  
"I feel like a bride on her honeymoon or something.  You will be gentle 
with me, won't you?  Oh God, I can't resist you ..."
     The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of 
its furry sheath again.  Not long now and his beautiful mistress would let 
him do the things he so ardently loved to do; he was sure of it.  Still, 
he had to wait until she was really ready; that was his training.
     Jan had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation which 
had made such a furnace of her belly.  The seething, fluid little cuntal 
channel between her legs seemed to be raging with desire -- but for what?  
Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her.  And now, as she 
groaned and lay back on the bedspread with trembling thighs spreading 
partly open, her fingertips traced upward over the satiny smoothness of 
her rib cage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts, and she 
squeezed them until they hurt.  Her fingers found the tiny, bone hard 
nipples and pinched them narcisistically, imagining that her fingers were 
the lips of a lover.
     And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed over the side of 
the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover, 
waiting and whining in frustration ...
     Rex felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at the 
obvious torrid craving of his naked mistress.  Her savage, animal need was 
present in her burning eyes as well as in that marvelous scent which 
wafted from her cunt like warm winter chestnuts or something equally as 
sweet.  His heart pounded in his broad chest at the sight of her long 
golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her beautiful head.  The 
waiting was becoming unbearable.
     "Now, lover," came her heated murmur -- at last!  "Come here, come 
here up to me, darling, come here and lie beside me ..."
     A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog's excitedly heaving 
chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed, 
momentarily poised like a god over her spread-open legs, staring down at 
her.  Jan's breath caught in her throat as she watched him so urgently 
surveying her naked and voluptuously exposed female flesh.
     It wasn't too late!  A voice cried in her head.  There was still time 
to resist this terrible depravity!  She had to get hold of herself -- but 
quickly!
     And then, suddenly -- it was too late.  For faster than she was 
capable of realizing it, Rex suddenly lowered his head and licked out with 
his hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her nervously 
convulsing belly!
     "Ooooooh," she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into her 
head, "Oooohhh, daaarrrling ..."
     Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind 
shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got herself 
together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long blonde hair 
swinging around, so that she could watch him as he lapped upward over the 
small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach.  Higher and higher he 
licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last he was licking at the 
smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust-swollen breasts -- and then 
creeping upward over them to her now almost bursting nipples!
     "Daaarlmg ..." she groaned without shame, her hands coming 
ecstatically up and around to grip his furry head as he prolonged this 
ardent devotion.  His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly at the pink 
erogenous tips again and again, until Jan felt as if they were being 
touched by a live electric wire, and maddening spasms of desire made her 
body jerk and twitch.
     By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank 
to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue 
stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly.  Rex whimpered from deep in 
his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his features.  Then 
his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of sight older than 
time, and a glow seemed to hang like a bridge between them.  Jan waited 
breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move, her lips parted and 
gasping, helpless love-slave before the ferocious sensuality of this furry 
beast -- and then he moved smoothly upward to lick at her open and willing 
mouth...
     "Oh ... oh ... darling ... darling ..."
     Rex could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along through 
his powerful body.
     She tasted the delicate pink spear in her mouth, lapping it and 
loving its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all the while faint 
mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.
     He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there 
beneath the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even 
though she continued to return affection for affection with her own small 
pink membrane.
     Instinctively, he sensed that it was time.  Suddenly his intense 
tonguing ceased and Jan felt the bed give way from his moving weight.  She 
opened her eyes to find him positioning himself between her slightly 
spread legs!
     "No!  No!"  Her eyes and nostrils flared.  It had taken an eternity 
to accustom herself to the thought that she might enjoy and agree to being 
licked to orgasm by Rex, by a dog -- but this!  Never in her wildest lewd 
dreams had she considered a dog actually getting between her legs and 
fucking her!
     "No -- Rex, oh no you mustn't ... oh darling ... don't ... oh no ... 
mama doesn't want that ..."
     She tried to take his handsome face in her hands but he made a low 
growl that sent a thrilling shiver of fear through her loins.  Everything 
in her screamed rape -- rape by a huge German shepherd!
     Her breathing came in sharp, punctuated gasps, her mind spinning 
crazily out of control.  The nakedly trembling blonde young housewife 
could not seem to control herself as her legs, as though by their own 
uncontrollable volition, fell mindlessly open ... lifting her head again 
and breathing more raggedly than ever, she watched him poise his beautiful 
head above the obscenely offered deliciousness between her fully flushed 
and exposed thighs.  There, in the center, the heart of it, was her 
boiling blonde pubic mound, fairly soaked with all the juice that her 
vagina was spewing out in warmly trickling waves.  And centered in that, 
the thin, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, slick with her sexual desire, 
pink, waiting ecstatically for the burning lap of his tongue or whatever 
other instrument he cared to use.
     The memory of what they'd done earlier that morning raced through her 
hot, feverish mind.  Intoxicated with lust, she heard her own almost, 
animalistic whimper -- and then he slowly lowered his nose in between her 
trembling thighs, his hot breath scorching her sparse blonde pubic curls 
as if blown from a flame thrower.
     Jan groaned and closed her eyes, continuing to groan unceasingly and 
without let-up.  Too late now ... much too late ...
     His cool wet nose brushed moistly against the flaming flesh of her 
inner thigh ... and then ... then ... a gasp broke chokingly from her 
throat that was like the sound of great amen ... as the blood-heated lips 
of her lust-flooded pussy froze with heart-stopping anticipation, frantic 
with desire.  He whimpered as he sniffed hotly at her exposed loins, and 
somehow this seemed to make it all the more exciting!  Her legs fell open 
wider still and she drew them back up slightly!
     And then suddenly the coolness of his nose moved lower between her 
legs and pressing apart the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks, brushed 
wetly against the tiny puckered circle of her exposed and vulnerable anus!
     "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!" she breathed, helplessly trapped by an 
obscene emotion that had no name.  There was a swift, whooshing intake of 
breath, and her entire body felt as if it were glowing with a halo of 
passion -- as the dog's irresistibly searching tongue splurted out between 
her widely spread buttocks to wormingly lick up between the lewdly 
tingling cheeks, finding her snug little anal mouth and burrowing its tip 
deeply into the tightly clenched lips!
     Jan sighed away into a dream of bliss that had no beginning or end.  
How long the delightful titillation went on down between her hopelessly 
spread ass-cheeks, she could no longer measure.  All she sensed about the 
entire universe was that Rex's animal tongue never stopped swirling into 
the almost bursting little crevice.  She felt his wet, hotly searing 
adoration flooding upward from her rectal mouth all the way to the thin, 
hair-lined edges of her cuntal folds, and then at last -- oh God! -- to 
the tiny, hotly trembling bud of her barely concealed clitoris!
     Jan shivered delectably as his tongue drew ecstatically along her 
clinging and throbbing cuntal lips.  The burning wetness of it flashed 
upward over the full length of her excruciatingly aching pussy, then back 
again, until finally it spread through her softly yielding cuntal folds 
like a hot knife through melted butter.
     Agony wracked her.  She knew that she was twisting and turning on the 
bed, her fire-filled breasts heaving sensuously from side to side, but she 
seemed to have lost control of her own body.  His lapping tongue on her 
flaming cunt was all that mattered or existed in the world.  He controlled 
her movements completely with the movement of the longish, thick membrane.  
Blissfully it continued splaying open the hotly welcoming flesh -- then at 
last, lunging in a maddening invading curl far up into the fiercely 
clutching heat of her deliriously craving vagina!  Jan moaned with lust-
racked anguish, her beautiful head with its long, wheat-colored hair 
flailing from side to side, her mouth open in a constant moan that seemed 
not to have any ending.  Her entire cuntal region spasmed with burning 
energy beneath his oral loving, and occasionally she opened her liquor 
hazed eyes in order to lustfully feed on the incredibly obscene spectacle 
of Rex's tongue lapping so wildly between her legs -- and then she would 
become excited even more by this lewd, lascivious vision of debauchery!
     "Oooooh God, lick me darling ... lick my pussy good!"
     The lewdly spread blonde young housewife groaned giddily from the 
intense sensation imparted by Rex's lapping tongue, sending her through a 
volcanic fire of erotic sensation.  Her hotly smoldering flesh seemed to 
be burning up in its own juices with each maddening lap and flick of the 
well-trained canine tongue!
     Jan's gasping mewls escalated wildly, intermingling with her moans, 
groans, whines and pleading whimpers.  Her sensually ignited mind had 
slipped into a hot salacious bath in which she seemed to be luridly 
drowning.  Again and again his scorching tongue sliced and swirled through 
her overheated loins, driving her wild with anguished, burning ecstasy!
     Jan lost all track of time.  Her erotic, hedonistic intoxication with 
this wonderful, delirium-producing laving was all she existed for.  The 
heavenly, worshipping tongue lapped madly though her wet, passion-
drenched, seething young blonde pussy, until she could only whimper and 
squirm frenziedly like some sort of animal herself!  Possessed!  Possessed 
by this demonic lover who could be neither altered nor implored!  Enslaved 
and helpless, only aching to be used by her German shepherd lover who so 
adored her female flesh!  Totally dominated by that relentless animal 
tongue!  A whimpering non-human living only for sex!
     "My darling ..." she moaned worshipfully, reaching down between her 
open thighs and clutching his furry ears as he worked at her there so 
mercilessly, "there's only you ... it was always you ... there could never 
be anyone but you ..."
     She wailed gutturally as he lunged his long, thick lingual organ yet 
again and again, curling once more up into her feverish clutching cuntal 
channel.  Jan didn't know if she were dying or who or what or where she 
was.  Her vaginal passage felt as if she were on fire, "Darling ... don't 
stop ... oh God ... so beautiful ..."  Her begging came out as a long, 
prolonged hiss, and she frantically drew her knees all the way back to 
touch her erotically tingling nipples in order to give the dog greater 
access to her widespread cuntal mouth.
     Rex's whines continually mingled with hers as he licked deliriously 
at her, his tongue lashing out like a whip inside her love-starved vaginal 
slit, penetrating deeply into the thin, hair-fringed folds where it gaped 
up at him through her obscenely upraised buttocks and legs.
     Oh, how Rex adored this exotic odor and taste of her human female 
passion, the keen aromatic spice on his tongue and nostrils pleasurably 
enraging his mighty canine loins.  Though he loved his former mistress as 
well, and had enjoyed the numerous unexpected adventures with neighborhood 
wives, none of them were near as exciting as the beautiful, blonde-haired 
Jan!
     He basked and slobbered hungrily in her ever-growing love-juices, 
adoring the bright blue eyes which had spoken of so much love, and her 
melodious voice, which had always been so warm and soothing, and which had 
drawn him from the very first.
     How he adored that lovely face of hers, and the way it glowed when 
she looked at him, as he sensed she was doing even now, from time to time, 
through her roaring passion.  The soft curves of her whitely naked body 
were something else he worshipped so pridefully, doting especially on the 
magnificent picture of her firm, gorgeously curved breasts.  It was little 
wonder that he adored, as well, licking at the urgent hot core of her, 
where his educated tongue was able to draw gush after gush of hot, liquid 
proof that she adored him too!  This yielding pink flesh with all of its 
flowing moisture assured him that she loved him doing it to her, too.  So 
he excitedly tongue-flicked her curl-fringed softness, and felt the strong 
urge in his ruttish, lust-driven loins clamoring for more!
     Consequently he suddenly stopped his tongue-licking and abruptly 
backed away from her on his hairy haunches.  Jan wailed with anguish, 
gasped and raised herself up on her elbows, her long blonde hair fanning 
out in back of her on the pillows, her eyes humid and smokey, hungrily 
working her cuntal folds pressing desperately up after the swiftly 
removing tongue.
     "Rex!  Darling, what's wrong?  Is it something I did!?  Darling, 
don't stop -- please!
     But Rex didn't appear to be listening to her ardent love-commands.  
Instead, eyes blazing with animal lust, he was backing away from her half-
raised position ... and then she saw it!  His cock!  His marvelous, 
delicious animal cock!
     Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, Jan gaped at the 
glistening hard sexual organ that was slowly emerging from its long furry 
cocoon, wet, pink and thick, its tapered end swaying tantalizingly as it 
left the protective sheath in an ever expanding length of thick, reddish 
hardness!
     Oh God!  It was as big -- or bigger -- than her husbands!  Jan panted 
wordlessly, her eyes glazing over, as she confronted this amazing huge 
animal cock slipping so agonizingly slowly from its hairy brown sleeve.  
She had never been so turned on in her life and ready to explode if Rex so 
much as touched her with it.  And to think that it was her beauty which 
had aroused this handsome animal to such a fever pitch of obscene, 
lascivious desire which transcended all bounds of known morality!
     Yes -- he wanted to get between her legs and fuck her, just as she 
had feared at the beginning!  But why shouldn't he want to?  Hadn't he 
proved that he had all the feelings and nuances of the most ardent lover, 
that he adored her totally?  So why wouldn't he fuck her, to ram his 
hugely bloated animal cock high up into her girlishly squealing cunt?
     But some semblance of civilization was still tugging at her 
heartstrings, and for one, agonized moment, she managed to protest: 
"Darling, we mustn't ... oh God ... I do love you ... yes ... but this is 
forbidden ... we mustn't ... oh God I do love you ... yes ... oh no never 
.... not this ...  oh darling ... we mustn't ..."
     But even as she blubbered out all this as quickly as she could, she 
couldn't keep her passion-glazed eyes off his still expanding and 
lengthening animal rod.  "Oooooohhh," she moaned, deeply in the grip of a 
passion so lewd it had no name, "yes, I do love you, too lover ... but ... 
how can we?"
     And then suddenly all the last remnant of control left her.  Uttering 
a sharp, piteous little cry of anguish, deliriously passionate stimulation 
rising through her tremulous loins, she scrambled for the pillows, 
stacking them quickly under her hips and buttocks, so that soon her open 
pelvis was raised high into the air and she was resting back on her 
shoulders and back of her head.
     The gorgeous young blonde's eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and 
then she pulled her legs back again until her knees touched her erotically 
inflamed breasts, revealing the obscenely raised mound of her hot young 
cunt, steaming and glistening with molten desire as it lay nakedly spread 
before him.  She raised her golden head to look through her firmly 
throbbing breasts and lewdly spread thighs toward her animal lover, who 
was waiting so patiently with his enormous, glistening red cock pulsating 
and throbbing like a rhythmically straining heart-beat, beyond which lay 
the heavy, love-laden testicles that would soon be spurting deep up inside 
her hungrily waiting belly.  "Now, Rex!" she groaned shamelessly.  "Now!  
Fuck me now!  Before I go out of my mind for you, darling!  Come on, baby, 
ram me good with it, lover!"
     She reached down between her thighs to stroke her greedily pulsating 
vagina in a fiercely erotic gesture.  "Get in it, baby!  Hurry!"
     Not that Rex didn't want to -- excepting he had been trained to fuck 
into women from behind, his paws buried in the soft fleshy curves of their 
trembling white buttocks.  This forward type of position was something 
that was totally strange to him.  None of the other women in the 
neighborhood had ever indulged in it.
     But she was obviously ready and wanting him, and his heart was 
pounding wildly with a crazed animal heat.  Perhaps her way would even be 
more exciting -- yes, because this way he would be able to see her 
beautiful face, those flashing blue eyes, her beautiful halo of golden 
hair about it.  He would be able to kiss her lips and lap her ardently 
heaving breasts.  Yes, he would do it this new way!
     Positioning himself carefully, he made his way towards her.  He 
mounted easily between her widespread legs, his head panting above hers, 
feeling the steaming moisture of her open cuntal lips ... as his fiercely 
excited and jerking penis brushed against -- and finally into -- the soft 
fluid heat of her vagina!
     "Oooheeee," Jan groaned crazily, shutting her eyes tightly as if to 
close off all entrance of guilt during this terrible obscenity.  She 
hugged him snugly, though, and her soft moistened lips kissed all over his 
furry face, her own tongue striking out to touch his lovingly.  And as he 
answered her with his own tonguing of her passion-contorted features, she 
reached down beneath him and he felt her gentle, slender fingers gripping 
his huge animal prick and parting her soft blonde pubic hair with its 
wetly shining tip, finally pressing it warmly into the throbbing opening 
of her ecstatically surrendering pussy.
     "Darling ... ooooohhhhh ... eeeehhhh," she gasped.  "It's so 
wonderfully hot and hard as am iron bar!  Darling!  Oh, I need it so bad!  
Hurry ... hurrrreeee!  Fuck me with it!  The tip's inside me now, darling!  
Fuck it into your sweet little blonde Jan, lover!  Oh my wonderful, 
wonderful pet!"
     But all her lecturing was unnecessary, for the moment Rex felt that 
moistly clutching young pussy flesh nibbling at the tip of his eagerly 
hardened cock, he did what came naturally.  He fucked forward with a 
savage, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wild, animal-like lust!
     "Unnngh!" Jan felt as if she would choke.  Her loins were a-boil, and 
so was her mind.  There was a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.  
Now -- at last -- he was stuffing it up into her!  Doing what they had 
worked up toward this moment for!
     Without the least consideration of gentleness, Rex sank his long, 
throbbing animal organ, swollen with the blood of his passionate need, 
into the hungrily upraised pussy-slit of his blonde young mistress!  He 
squatted partially on his haunches in order to do a firm job of it, 
working his pinkened prick around in her momentarily -- then humping 
forward again to bury it deeply to the hilt inside her hotly screaming 
young belly.  Immediately his sperm-bloated balls came rushing afterward, 
thumping with a lewd wet smack into the smooth, wide split crevice of her 
warm, soft ass-cheeks -- as he quickly began pumping it into her with the 
speed of a machine gunner on an open trigger!
     ''Oohhhharrrggghhhgggurrgglll ... unnhhh ..."  Jan felt as if she was 
gargling sperm.  Her throaty sounds became one endless gurgle of mindless 
delight as he fucked unremittingly into her.  Here there was no place for 
warm, tender, gentling words, because Rex could not speak.  There was only 
the deadly earnest desire to fuck, fuck, and fuck.  Her passion-dilated 
cuntal passage opened like a flower in the hot summer sun.  There was 
nothing she could deny him now.  She was totally open, vulnerable and 
enslaved, a helpless, gibbering love-idiot, living only for this 
excruciating feeling this electric thrill of being fucked half to death by 
a dog.
     The rapid tattooing staccato of his thrusts was something that could 
not be altered or implored for a single instant in time, so that the 
female always had to ride with it and do the best she could.  This was not 
a human lover, who might implore or cajole, or be tender, or do something 
to please her.  This was harshest sex at its most basic level -- an animal 
on all fours, fucking into her with the speed of light, a lightning thrust 
so mind bending it made her teeth chatter and clatter in her head like 
crooked dice on a Las Vegas gaming table.
     He must have fucked into her fifty times in succession -- while she 
was still trying to acclimate her human female brain to the fact that he 
had rammed it into her at all.  Like the muscular and powerful animal he 
was, his soul-searing dog-fuck reamed her belly like a piston in a 
powerful engine.  Jan cringed and whined beneath this savage rape, her 
mind blanked out by carnal lust, the very hearth of her womanhood aflame 
with a desire that had no counterpart in her living memory!
     Heights and depths of unholy ecstasy competed with each other within 
the battleground of her flaming young blonde cunt.  But she could do no 
more than groan and squirm salaciously around the magnificent beast-cock 
that was despoiling her gorgeous blonde beauty, offering her cunt 
selflessly up to him on the altar of their new-found love!
     When she could get her wildly impassioned breath, she managed to look 
up and strained her passion-smoked eyes with lewd fascination to watch the 
wetly glistening red, dog-cock pistoning rhythmically in and out of the 
soft, curl-fringed lips of her lewdly clinging vaginal mouth.  It 
slithered in and out of her widely split young pussy with wet, breath-
whipping charges, fucking its way up to the very top, then back down 
again, with her cuntal passage clinging to it like hot liquid rubber.  
Rex's heavy, sperm-bloated testicles slapped heavily against the small 
puckered mouth of her anus down between her luridly spread young 
asscheeks, imparting a wild, additional thrill of lust as well.
     Her brain jarred fiercely with every maddening, breast-shivering 
lunge as she reeled in the blinding pool of tabooed animalism.  It amazed 
her the way the glistening length of his cone-shape prick pistoned so 
deeply within her open vagina, and she kicked out her legs to wrap them 
snugly around the furry muscles of his strong back.  Then rhythmically she 
lifted her loins in a wildly salacious grinding motion to meet his 
powerful driving strokes with obscene, ecstatic abandon.
     Wildly, crazily, like one possessed, she humped her gorgeously 
rounded pelvis up at her animal lover, sliding forward onto his 
continually skewering cock as it lunged deeper and deeper with heavenly 
delight within the tortured confines of her nakedly rounded belly.  His 
hairy animal belly and loins battered her relentlessly and without mercy, 
thudding resoundingly into her taut, lewdly spread cuntal flesh, his huge, 
lust-bloated penis sinking full length into the fluid inferno of her 
wildly clasping cuntal passage.
     With shameless, drunken mewls of purest joy, the lust-drugged young 
blonde wife rotated furiously her buttocks and hips, grinding the 
undulating walls of her vagina hungrily around the hardened length of his 
piercing animal penis, a blissful wail of enravished lust breaking from 
her open, drooling lips.
     And then the signal came -- the unmistakable signal of approaching 
orgasm!  It sprayed through her erotically seething loins like the 
prickling of millions of hot acupuncture needles, gnawing at the inner 
base of her sensuously quivering belly with lewd, lascivious promise of 
the most ecstatic climax the world had ever known!
     Over and over again she moaned and whined, continually approaching 
the steep cliff of her relentlessly approaching orgasm.  She strained 
beneath her panting animal lover, watching his thick red penis fucking 
furiously into and out of the blonde fringed hole between her legs.  She 
gasped with agony, her eyes bulging as she hurtled toward climax.
     "Darling ... oooohhh lover ... fuck me ... lover ... you wonderful 
dear!  OH!"  Jan's mouth slobbered sexually all over his panting face, 
covering it with hot wet kisses.  Her loins felt as if they were about to 
explode into a million tiny pieces.
     Rex's puffing animal heart raged with desire for the beautiful blonde 
mistress he was fucking, whose soft white legs were wound so tightly

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Subject: WildYern (06/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
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around his swiftly moving back, as were her arms now -- so passionately -- 
around his neck.  She whined in a low, pleading voice as she feverishly 
kissed him as no other woman ever had, simultaneously thrusting her 
eagerly clasping pussy walls up over onto his rod as it drove faster and 
faster into her.  The burning heat of her vaginal channel clung greedily 
to his savagely pumping cock, urging him higher and higher ...!
     "Kiss me, darling ... kiss me with your beautiful tongue ..." she 
pleaded, crazed with desire.  Her sensually-contorted face wailed out a 
guttural, animalish groan from deep in her belly, as if coming directly 
from that urgent cunt-cock connection which was so rapidly pistoning 
between them.  "I can't stand it ... oh darling ... I'm dying ... dying 
.... kiss me, my ... oh my beautiful darling ..."
     The lust-drugged young blonde wife opened her mouth ardently as his 
long, thick tongue thrust into the heat of her moistened oral cave, 
brushing her tiny pink spear as it went on almost into the depths of her 
ardently groaning throat.  She sucked on it wildly, unbridled beastial 
passion seeming to possess her, devoid of all reason.  Her toes turned 
downward as everything in her hopelessly aching flesh seemed to strain 
endlessly towards the most impossible, mind-shattering fantastic climax.  
With his tongue in her mouth it was as if she was being fucked in the 
mouth as well as down below in her wildly churning cunt.  Sob after sob 
broke from her ardently strangling lips ... this was it ... and then ... 
then ... the first spasm of flesh-contorting, torturous climax hit her!  
She shrieked like a mad thing and tried to fight him off, her pelvis 
contorting with wild, uncontrollable sexual bliss.  Her loins seemed to 
convulse in mid-air, everything about them twisting and sobbing with 
excruciating joy, her vaginal passage constricting and undulating 
ecstatically over his rapidly thrusting dog-cock.  Rex responded by 
fucking her even harder -- and then he, too, was orgasming -- spurting out 
hotly scalding animal cum deep down into her.
     His tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and she flailed 
her head and long blonde hair from side to side, her face contorted with 
ecstatic lust.  The wildest flash of erotic bliss she had ever known 
wailed through her like hot cannon shots filling every last nerve ending 
in her insanely rippling young body.  The obscene combination of their 
animal-human cum trickled out warmly together from her still hungrily 
clasping young cunt, and down the insides of her shivering, cream-white 
thighs as she clenchingly milked her furry lover's slowly deflating cock 
of every last precious drop of orgasmic fluid.
     Jan groaned, moaned and sighed softly then, sighing with relieved 
ecstasy, her eyes smokey and hot with passion, her legs falling with stiff 
jerks back down onto the bed from either side of his now loosely relaxing 
flanks.  Enchantment, love and affection flooded her formerly sexually-
starved young being from the end of her toes to the tips of her long 
blonde hair.
     So this was what love was all about.  Why was it that she had never 
seen it before?
     Meanwhile Rex's sperm-drained penis was slipping wetly from her cum-
flooded cuntal mouth with a lewd, wet sucking sound.  She looked down and 
saw his rod, glistening now with the moisture of both their orgasmic 
juices, slipping slowly from the blonde-fringed folds of her exhausted and 
ecstatically satiated pussy, the lips of which seemed to be clinging after 
it greedily as though they never wanted to let it go.
     A warm glow suffused her.  Happiness flooded every last corner of her 
delighted being.  And she took Rex's face in her hands and kissed him 
ardently.
     Things were going to be very different around here from now on!



Chapter 7

     Sarah wasn't quite able to believe the strange cries of ecstasy she 
was overhearing from upstairs, although Arnold had slept through it all.
     Imagine, her own daughter playing with herself!  And here she had 
always brought up her beautiful blonde Jan to be such a prude -- or so she 
had thought.
     Of course, perhaps it was marriage which had changed her and so 
turned her on.  Or perhaps she had been more sexy than Sarah had known 
even previously -- most parents had precious little perception of what 
their children were really up to, after all.  So it wasn't really too 
unreasonable to assume that Jan had always been a hellion, and had merely 
kept up a pretense -- the way most daughters did -- of purity.
     On the other hand, she couldn't quite accept that theory, either.  
Jan had been altogether too good, and she had not infrequently noticed 
that her boyfriends left for home after a night's date with their 
frustrating half hard-ons still intact.  'Passion nuts' it was called in 
her day.  She wondered what it was called nowadays.
     Nevertheless, not a few of Jan's courtiers had tried to make her when 
her voluptuous blonde daughter had put them off.  She realized that now, 
and she was flirtatiously pleased about it then.
     But of course in those days she hadn't been 'liberated' yet, so she 
hadn't appreciated how the full length of a strong young man's cock could 
send her into ecstatic raptures.
     Not that fingering oneself proved anything, of course.  She had read 
somewhere not long ago that nuns masturbated more frequently per person 
than any other single profession.  Then, too, it was always the most 
sexually puritan persons that had the biggest families -- look at the 
Quakers, for example -- so that was no measure of anything, either.  A 
person could reject swapping and various perversions, yet still be a 
swinger in the privacy of her own home.
     Which her darling daughter apparently was.  So that was her 
competition for Steve, her handsome young son-in-law!  Her daughter was a 
firecracker, red-hot and ready to singe any man who touched her!
     Putting her housecoat on, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed 
the door silently behind her, with Arnold still snoring after their wild 
love scene.
     She draped the housecoat tightly closed over her breasts, and made 
her way up the stairs.  Jan's wanton moans and groans became low whines, 
begging, pleading whimpers, then shifted abruptly into high-pitched 
shrieks, screams, and finally a long protracted sobbing that trailed off 
into a series of crooning murmurs and caressing love-words for an 
imaginary lover.
     "Oh, darling ..." she could make out through the tightly closed 
bedroom door.  "Oh, my sweet, beautiful lover ..."
     Sarah wondered who her daughter could be imagining.  Whoever it was, 
he would be fiercely complimented if he knew that all of this ecstasy was 
being traced around the vision her daughter had of his caress and handsome 
features.
     She smiled to herself and opened her housecoat slightly, her fingers 
moving into the soft, moistly curling triangle between her legs almost 
reflexively.  In the eight months since she had converted to a convinced 
swinger, she had discovered to her amazement that watching other people 
having orgasms greatly enhanced her own molten-flavored sensuality.  In 
this case, her beautiful blonde daughter's orgasm was so transparent and 
exciting, even though she could only listen to it, that she couldn't help 
herself.  Her warmly throbbing vagina moistened considerably just 
listening to her voluptuous blonde daughter coming down off her flesh-
racking orgasm.
     And then she heard something else.
     A whimper?  A crooning whine of the sort one might expect from an 
animal ... a dog!
     That was it -- Jan had that dog with her in the bedroom.  Well, that 
wasn't so terrible.  She herself had been fucked until she almost couldn't 
walk right in front of rooms full of people -- literally -- both front and 
rear.  She could remember very well that seventeen year old high school 
senior in Northfield, Minnesota the previous April, who had reamed her 
rectal passage out wildly as his own father sucked on her nakedly hanging 
breasts and the rest of the family -- including a voluptuously built 
grandmother sucking on her own married son's penis -- had sat around 
watching.  And certainly there had been nothing wrong in that, in 
particular as Arnold was being sucked off by the eleven year old 
granddaughter at the very same time.
     Still, it seemed a bit peculiar to bring a dog into the bedroom to 
watch one fingerfuck oneself.  The German shepherd had previously been put 
out into the back yard after that embarrassing display on the kitchen 
floor of licking its own embarrassingly growing penis.  Certainly Jan 
could have left it out there.  There was not much danger of a dog like 
that being stolen out of one's yard in Barrington Hills.
     So why did she bring it into the bedroom with her?  While playing 
with oneself, the dog could only serve to act as a distraction
     Slightly confused, Sarah pondered this for some time as the echoing 
sounds of passion inside her daughter's bedroom gradually subsided, and 
her own fingers played a teasing game within the soft, wet lips of her own 
mildly excited pussy folds.  Then, giving up all hope of figuring it out, 
she made her way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she 
washed up some dishes and generally tried to bring some order out of the 
mess they had left at breakfast.

*    *    *

     "Steve, darling!" Sarah pressed against her handsome son-in-law as 
they embraced, her hugely formed breasts being purposefully squashed 
against his hard, manly chest.
     "Hello, mother," he said cheerfully, reaching out to shake his 
father-in-law's hand in back of her and reflecting mildly on what 
intoxicating perfume his mother-in-law was wearing.
     Supper was already laid out in the dining room, and Jan was bustling 
about, her long, sleek coppery blonde hair tied into a neat pony tail.  
Steve had instinctively put off coming home as late as was humanly 
possible, until at last he had run out of paperwork.  He had never been 
too keen on his in-laws. -- Specifically Sarah Talbott had always seemed 
altogether too cold and puritanical for his tastes.
     And yet now he was reflecting on the warm softness of her cheek, the 
squash of her breasts across his chest, and the warm and exciting scent of 
her perfume.  He knew that it must be an enormous bra that kept his 
mother-in-law's breasts so high and shapely, and he couldn't help but 
wonder how far out they might protrude if they were unleashed.
     "Well, and what's this?" he asked, seeing Rex curled up in a corner 
of the kitchen.
     "Oh, that," said Jan, blushing furiously and hoping it wouldn't show, 
as she glanced into Rex's hot brown eyes.  "Marge Levitt got me to promise 
to look after Rex while they went away, remember, dear?"
     Steve and the dog sized each other up.  "Oh, sure," he said after a 
moment's hesitation, "that's right.  I forgot all about that this 
afternoon, the paperwork got so high."  He clapped his hands together.  
"Well, what's for dinner?"  Then he put his arm around Sarah and they all 
walked into the dining room.
     Sarah and Arnold undertook to explain to the children in detail their 
fabulous vacation through the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.
     "And how's Ron doing in his new job with the engineering firm?" Jan 
asked, taking a forkful of roast and occasionally passing a scrap to Rex 
under the table, where he swallowed it gratefully and gave an enervating 
spine-tingling little lick at her bare calf.
     "Oh, fine," said her mother, and she proceeded to launch into a 
lengthy explanation of Ron's new house, his car, his family, his job, and 
so on. -- All the time concentrating in actuality on the beautiful face, 
form and physique of her handsome son-in-law, Steve.  She couldn't help 
but wonder at how big his cock was going to prove to be, and how long it 
would take for her to get it up inside her.
     Not that she had any doubts whatever that she would, in time.  Steve 
was, after all, just a man.  And seducing men had become her specialty 
over the last several months, especially young men.  She craved their 
fine, straight, muscular bodies, the feel of their slim, strong hands on 
her gasping flesh, and the way their cocks rammed in and out of her 
steaming hot cunt with such magnificent youthful urgency.  Then, too, 
there was the marvelous way they appreciated her huge breasts, practically 
falling over themselves to try and swallow her enormous dark brown 
nipples.
     She liked sucking on their virile young cocks, too, and taking them 
as deeply into her throat as she knew how.
     So this was how she studied her attractive dark son-in-law throughout 
their delicious dinner.  She could feel her loins grow hotter and hotter 
watching him, and she realized now that an earlier dislike towards him may 
have been in actuality merely a subsurface jealousy over the fact that he 
would be making love to her daughter, Jan, and not herself.
     Arnold's education of her, of course, his bringing her into the 
swinging/swapping world, had totally opened her eyes to a great many 
things.  Now she realized that all men were merely one among many, and 
that they all had their fundamental deliciousness -- largely as novelties, 
some thing always different and new in each one.
     Indeed, what a bore it would be to be stuck with only one 
indefinitely. -- With the solid exception of Arnold, of course, whom she 
genuinely loved.  She had become so used to and dependent on his love-
making over the years that she occasionally wondered what she would ever 
do if she lost him and had to live without it.  But of course that 
question would probably not arise for a great many years yet.
     She smiled softly to herself as she considered the turn of events.  
In Anchorage two young men had worked their penises into her mouth 
together and she had suffered the eternal joy of being able to lip-milk 
both of them at once -- with both of them squirting their warm virile 
sperm into her ravenously working mouth at once!  What rapture!  She had 
cum almost immediately afterwards gushing out interminable sprays of 
orgasm all over everything.  There was a night to remember if there had 
ever been any.
     But now what about her son-in-law?  How was she going to get started 
on him and where would the pattern take her?  With her gorgeous, raven-
haired daughter-in-law in Alaska, it had actually been up to her herself 
to work the molten-eyed, innocent young beauty into an adequate state 
where she would take anything that came her way.  She had had to maneuver 
Princess (strange name, that) to where they were showering together, and 
the shy girl had taken considerable coaxing just for that.  ("But you're 
not afraid of me, are you, dear?" Sarah had asked intimidatingly.)  Though 
of course in the long run she couldn't refuse anything of her lovely 
mother-in-law, whom she adored.  And she realized how foolish she was 
being.
     So they showered together -- and then, of course, Sarah had soaped 
her all over as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her hands 
squeezing her firm young breasts, the soap 'cleansing' and teasing her 
pussy so hard that the girl had almost cum just standing in the shower.
     Finally they had stumbled from the shower and towards the bed, with 
Sarah at last dominating and firmly in command.  She stroked the girl 
until she went out of her head, sucked on her sensitive young tits, licked 
her churning cunt, then mounted her manlike and took her mouth in hers as 
she ground their wonderfully excited pubic mounds nakedly together.
     At which point Arnold had stolen in, stark naked, and taken complete 
command, the helpless young girl by then out of her mind and helpless with 
passion.  He had spread her legs and as he crawled between them his cock 
had slid into her effortlessly as Sarah took snapshots with the Polaroid.  
Over his shoulder as he fucked her, Princess had flailed her head from 
side to side and hissed up in her helplessness: "I -- hate you -- both 
...."  But she had continued to go out of her mind for her father-in-law's 
love-making, and before the end of their stay he was regularly fucking her 
all day long while their son, Ron, was away at work.  Their last day she 
had fairly begged for Arnold to let her suck him to orgasm in her mouth 
which he did willingly.
     But that was all water under the bridge.  Another young girl who 
would be prepared to do the same for Arnold on all their visits in coming 
years, hopelessly drugged with overpowering desire whenever he showed up.
     For now, as her reward, there was still her young son-in-law, Steve, 
to be mastered.  Her loins were almost screaming with need for him.  She 
had been thinking of him all day long.
     The conversation at the dinner table was sometimes droll, sometimes 
dull, and yet the low sexual undercurrent continued to build.  
Occasionally she caught Steve studying her sensuously outlined breasts, 
and this made her proud.  With younger men this was the inevitable big 
attraction.  They were all chest crazy without exception.  A woman like 
her had no difficulty at all with them, given the right opportunity.
     After dinner they shared light aperitif together, and gabbled on 
about one thing and another.  Gradually it developed that Arnold felt like 
going out for the evening, especially after that long, boring train ride 
cross country, while Jan, at the other end of the spectrum, pleaded that 
she had a headache and would just as soon stay home.
     "Anything serious, darling?" Steve asked concerned.
     "No," she said lightly, fingers at her forehead, "it's just a very 
slight headache.  But I'd just as soon take it easy."  And then she shot a 
quick glance at Rex, whose eyes were glinting hungrily like tiny fires -- 
and her pussy began to swell up between her thighs with moisture and 
desire.
     Steve gave her a slight peck on the cheek.  "All right, darling, you 
take it easy."
     It was finally decided that Arnold, Sarah, and Steve would go out 
together while Jan stayed home and recovered.  Sarah had no doubts at all 
what Arnold had in mind -- they had discussed their procedure many times.  
Arnold had found out from their swingers magazine a place where all 
manners of lascivious, licentious things went on.  It was there that they 
would take their innocent young son-in-law, in the hopes that this would 
loosen up his moral fiber somewhat.
     Not that she anticipated any difficulty, of course.  Young men 
eventually always gave in to her -- especially after she had opened up her 
seductive charms on them for awhile.  After all, the standards for a man 
were somewhat looser.  And if they had been capable of seducing Princess, 
her pretty, naive young daughter-in-law, then certainly a handsome, 
normally healthy young man like Steve Winslow would present no problem.  
They needed only to be very careful so that he did not become prematurely 
alarmed.
     Sarah smiled softly to herself.  The evening was going to be an 
interesting challenge.  Seducing the young innocents was her favorite and 
most intoxicating game.  She shrugged and pressed out her breasts until 
they filled her blouse expansively.  She was ready for the coming 
seduction, and it was going to be a honey.  She could barely wait for the 
first warm pulsating jets of his sperm to come spurting up through her 
cuntal passage and filling her belly to the bursting point.
     She was convinced that the evening was going to work out all right.



Chapter 8

     The place that Arnold had in mind was not far from the Water Tower 
Inn in Chicago.  As they drove along in the rented car, they chatted 
amiably, Steve alone by himself in the back seat.  Sarah sat in the front 
next to her husband, but she kept her hand under her dress, pulling her 
panties aside and gently massaging her cuntal mound, as she appeared to 
talk casually with her handsome son-in-law.  Her loins were really getting 
worked up, she thought.  Something had better happen soon between her and 
that tall, dark and handsome hunk of young man.
     The lights of the city went swiftly by them, all bright and twinkling 
in the early evening.  Even in the ghetto it seemed as if people were out 
for a good time, carousing with bottles of wine in their hands, arms 
around sultry, lusty black women with large, heaving busts and bright, 
flashing smiles.  And before long they had reached the Gold Coast, where 
they left the car in a parking lot in back of the Ambassador East and then 
made their way by foot to the secluded hideaway between the Water Tower 
Inn and the Elks Mosaic Temple.
     The building was almost entirely constructed of concrete blocks, and 
Steve looked around himself curiously as they passed through the large 
West African mahogany double doors which were presided over by an immense 
Negro bearing a faint resemblance to Harry Belafonte.  Then they were in a 
long, marble-tiled corridor and making their way towards a huge shining 
metal door at the far end.
     "Where -- just what sort of place is this?" Steve asked, looking 
around.
     Sarah gripped his hand snugly.  "You'll see, dear.  Just wait and 
see."
     While Arnold guffawed loudly.  "Best show in town, son.  And so long 
as Jan is not here with us, there's no harm in your joining us. -- But 
you'll see what we mean in a few moments."
     Steve didn't know what to make of it.  Actually he felt that his in-
laws were being altogether too mysterious about wherever it was they were 
taking him.  He half-suspected that the wildest thing they could think of 
would be an illicit bingo parlor presided over by a bunch of old ladies 
holding long, thin cigarette holders and dressed a la 1930's.
     The large metal door was opened by a greasy-looking fat man with a 
black mustache.  Arnold immediately pulled off a roll of bills and Steve 
gasped to see him pass the little man three hundred dollars.  But surely 
that must be a deposit on some gambling chips!  And then he stumbled 
forward as his mother-in-law warmly took his hand in hers, scarcely 
noticing that her index finger was tickling his palm, for they had stepped 
into the most lavishly decorated room he'd ever seen.
     Everything was a deep rose velvet embroidery from ceiling to floor, 
the color of sensuality.  And long, low couches were arranged in enormous 
staggered semi-circles facing an inclined stage which contained in its 
center a single large level platform carpeted with pillows of every color 
and shape, some satiny, some velvet.
     Steve looked around.  Most of the men present in the large 
entertainment room had the appearance of obvious wealth, small diamonds 
numerous and prominent on their little fingers.  The majority of them were 
elderly or middle-aged, and their companions were generally young, some of 
them alarmingly so.  He was shocked and impressed by one spike-heeled, 
long-haired girl who he would have sworn could not be more than thirteen 
years of age.
     But there were also middle-aged women in the room as well, none of 
them with a youth over twenty.  All of these younger men were splendidly 
fitted out, and several of them tramped along guided by very severe 
looking older women, occasionally being admonished not to be naughty.  A 
gorgeous redhead with hair very long and wavy all the way down to the 
crevice in her low-cut gown, eyes heavily made up with blue shadow, was 
guiding a large German shepherd on a leash very reminiscent of Rex, Marge 
Levitt's dog. -- But she was the only person in the room without a 
companion.
     The air was sultry and there was a trace of too much smoke.  Steve 
undid his necktie and collar.  "Well, there's a stage.  What time does the 
show start?" he murmured in a low voice.
     His attractive buxom mother-in-law gripped his arm possessively.  
"You'll see, dear."
     A tall, white-haired man in a tuxedo came up and whispered something 
to the Talbotts.  After a brief exchange -- during which Steve rather 
thought he had heard his name mentioned -- he guided the three of them to 
a couch in the furthest, most darkened end of the big room.  "I'm sure you 
will feel comfortable here," he said, and then he was gone.
     There was a movable tray covered with every sort of liquor, and 
apparently it was all included in the admission charge, for Arnold quickly 
fixed drinks for the three of them and then sat back down with them into 
the deep, soft cushions which were so soothing and womblike that Steve was 
half afraid he would fall asleep in them.
     "Here's to an exciting evening, Steve," said Arnold, "drink up."  He 
lifted his glass and downed whatever it was in an instant.
     Steve drank with them, of course.  He wasn't sure what they had given 
him -- he couldn't quite pinpoint the taste.  It was sweet, yet faintly 
bubbly as well.  Something like a cross between absinthe and champagne.  
He found that it soothed him immediately and helped him to relax.  It so 
relaxed him in fact that he didn't even notice Sarah's hand resting 
casually inside his upper thigh.
     Where is it? she thought.  It can't be that small.
     Suddenly the house lights seemed to be dimming.  Steve looked around.  
"What's that?"
     "Oh, we must have gotten here just in time," Sarah said delightedly.  
"The show's probably going to start -- in which case I'd better hurry up 
and freshen up a bit so I don't have to go out in the middle."
     "That goes for me, too," said Arnold, "Excuse me, Steve."
     So Sarah went to the powder room first, and then Arnold also 
disappeared.  Steve continued to sit there by himself, and gradually the 
house lights dimmed until where they were, way in the back, was almost 
totally in darkness.  Pitch black would have been an understatement.  
Steve could not see his hand in front of his face.
     And then there was a shuffling of feet, and he could sense the subtle 
expensive perfume of his mother-in-law.
     But then instead of sitting on his left side, she moved across him -- 
her buttocks brushing tantalizingly across his sensitive nose -- and 
settled down into the couch next to him.  Immediately she placed her 
slender, rapier-nailed hand on his leg and whispered, "I feel much better 
now, Arnold, darling.  Has anything happened yet?"
     "But I'm not --" he tried to protest, only to be cut off in the 
darkness with:
     "Sssssh, it looks like the show is starting."
     As indeed it was.  The lights had gradually brightened on the center 
of the stage, and now Steve could make out, up there, a teenage girl -- 
she appeared to be no more than fourteen -- seated at a vanity in black 
net hose, black leather boots, and a shiny patent leather suit.  She was 
combing out her shining, long red hair, which was not flame nor exactly 
carmine, but rather the exact color of ripe orange rind.  She had been 
made up with a beauty spot on one cheek, and now as she put down her comb 
and brush, she began to make up her lips, using altogether much more 
lipstick than was necessary.  In moments her lips were shining a bright

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Subject: WildYern (07/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
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pinkish shade, and spilling well over her lip lines so that she had every 
appearance of a street whore.
     Steve winced, wondering exactly what kind of a show this was.  And 
then, peering down in the blackness, he suddenly felt something else -- 
Sarah's hand on his leg, slowly, groping for his penis, which lay in quiet 
recline along the inside of his right thigh ...
     He gulped and felt dumbfounded.  What could he do?  He couldn't very 
well protest and alarm her.  And by now he was in such an embarrassing 
position that it would be awkward for both of them.
     On the other hand, he couldn't very well let her continue with this 
most intimate caress ... mystified, he wondered what to do ... as the girl 
on the stage slowly began to strip out of her black-flavored things ...
     Steve gasped and looked towards the stage, totally confused.  He 
didn't know which to give his attention to -- the gorgeous young creature 
on the stage who was gradually disrobing, or the slowly moving hand that 
had finally located the rapidly responding genitals between his legs.
     "Mmmm, Arnold, darling, you're really getting excited quickly 
tonight," his mother-in-law whispered, compounding her error.
     "But I'm --"  And then his jaw fell slack and open.  For the teenage 
temptress on the stage had taken off her long, shining black gown, 
revealing lengthy, well-rounded legs and high firm young breasts encased 
in black lace.  The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a 
dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the cream-white 
ivory of her succulent teenage skin.
     Then there were sighs of delight from the audience as the girl's bra 
was unlocked and dropped to the floor of the stage beneath the burning 
spotlights.  The full beauty of her firm, ripe young breasts swung and 
jiggled their way to freedom.  They stood high and proud, topped, with 
quivering, turgid strawberry nipples atop luscious secondary mounds half-
spherical in shape and form.  The bulbous peaks of her gorgeous young 
breasts mingled with the effect of her long red hair to create a supremely 
erotic effect.  She raised her arms, then, high up over her head, pulling 
her long red hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly down over her 
nakedly alluring shoulders.
     Now the half-child was clothed just in black patent leather heels, 
dark hose, garter belt, and the thinnest wisp of see-through panties.  
Steve breathed hotly as he glimpsed the soft, rounded pubic mound and the 
thinly glistening little hairs curling out through the elastic crotch band 
of her panties.  Then she turned and bent over slowly, her back to the 
audience.  She drew the black silk panties tantalizingly down her hips and 
buttocks -- brushing them sensuously against her thighs and calves, and 
discarded them at her feet.  Then she stretched languidly, jiggling her 
firm, gravity-defying breasts, and teasingly turned frontward ...
     All of her smooth, delicious nudity was revealed now, from her round 
firm breasts to the soft orange triangle wherein nestled her slickly 
moistening young womanhood.
     Steve didn't know what to concentrate on first -- this gorgeous young 
girl on the stage, or his mother-in-law's hand, which was incessantly 
teasing at the relentlessly growing bulge in his trousers, mmming and 
aaaaahhhhhing as her hand gently fondled him, as if she had suddenly 
discovered the most wonderful male treasure in the whole world.
     By now every urge on his part to inform her of her mistake had 
evaporated.  Especially as his father-in-law had now returned and was 
concentrating avidly on the floor show on the other side of him.  The 
embarrassment and shame a public argument might cause would be unbearable.  
No!  Unthinkable!
     Although it was remarkable, he reflected, that his own fortyish 
mother-in-law even did such things.  He had always regarded her as so 
terribly strait-laced and untouchable.
     "Mmmmmmm, Arnold," she whispered again, moving her head to his 
shoulder and gently licking at the lobe of his ear.  "You have such a 
beautifully growing cock tonight, dear."
     Steve gulped in the darkness.  Now he was really becoming lost.  
Everything had gone altogether too far.  His rod jerked wildly as she blew 
in his ear and licked it.  His balls throbbed hotly, building and growing 
with their overload of orgasmic liquid.
     Now the girl on the stage was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in 
her hotly working hands and moaning softly, her eyes tightly shut.  Then 
her fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard nipples.  Her 
lovely tanned legs opened and closed slowly, exposing the young, sparsely 
hair-fringed slit of her vaginal lips, so quiescent but inviting between 
the fleecy thin curls of her red pubic hair.  She sat down on the bed with 
an ecstatic gasp and began to tease two fingers in and out of it as the 
audience panted with passion and delight at seeing this beautiful young 
creature play so shamelessly with herself.
     By now the teenage girl's buttocks were twisting back passionately 
against the sleek satin sheet of the bed, her body surrounded by the 
multi-colored pillows.  Gasp upon gasp broke from her ecstatically working 
lips.  It could be seen readily that her vaginal slit was moistening 
rapidly and wetting the tops of her thighs as her fingers worked back and 
forth between them.
     By now Steve's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat.  
Sarah, his mother-in-law, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and 
cooing soft nothings in the darkness.  He wanted to say something -- but 
he was desperately afraid that all he was capable of was a desperate 
request for her to open up his trousers and really begin to play with it!
     The young girl on the stage lay back ecstatically on the nest of 
thick, soft pillows, her long red hair fanning out, her desire-hardened 
breasts pointing skyward and not drooping in the slightest.  Her fingers 
were continuing to slither in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, 
and everyone now could see it glistening, full of folds, in the bright 
spotlights that covered the stage.  Her legs were scissored wide on the 
gigantic round bed and she gurgled ecstatically with each thrust and twist 
of her hungrily working fingers.  Sharp little cries began to break 
involuntarily from her lips as her lovely head strained back and she 
dreamed of her imaginary lover,
     Before long the girl was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her 
obscene, public display.  Her hands ran, fondling, all over the delicious 
contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless 
well of her eagerly working young cunt.  When she did caress herself, her 
hands ran over her body as if out of control with lust, her fingertips 
dancing erotically over the flat, ivory belly, digging greedily into the 
exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts, then finally plunging again 
into the hair-fringed cuntal slit up between her open legs.
     She groaned and pulled her knees up until they almost touched her 
breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the mattress 
and pillows all around her loins.  Then she straightened her legs abruptly 
and let them fall out at a wide angle, revealing again the pinkly 
glistening crevice between.  Her fingertip crawled like a spider to the 
soft, hair-covered lips and spread then apart until the wetly pulsating 
inner flesh was fully visible to the audience, the oval, fish-like mouth 
of her vaginal orifice opening hungrily.  Then she groaned again as she 
plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling cauldron of her lust.  Her 
face contorted as she violently fingered herself, and she began mouthing 
hideous, loin-tingling obscenities, the shining half-moons of her buttocks 
clenching around the hot, avid crevice between them.  A gasp rose from the 
audience as her tiny, tightly flexing anus lifted upward into the light, 
puckering open slightly as if with well-used practice.
     Steve gaped with disbelief as the girl stroked her hair-fringed pussy 
folds, swiping up fingertips of moisture and then pressing them down into 
the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing 
out high and hard above the desperately working hand.
     By now Steve could feel his penis almost boiling over with little 
drops of cum at the head of it, and his testicles felt as if they were 
being tightened in a vice.  But he still couldn't bring himself to say 
anything.  His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a great wash of 
perspiration had broken out on his forehead.  Sarah was still gently 
massaging his cock, but she hadn't moved to do anything further.  For a 
moment he was afraid he might slip and groan out from the pain building in 
his overheated groin, which felt as if it were throbbing like kegs of 
gunpowder about to explode.
     The girl on the bed fingered her anus, then came back up to the wetly 
gleaming slickness of her open vagina again.  Her hungrily probing fingers 
worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them out.  Then she slipped 
two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitingly all the while.  Her 
legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against her youthful 
breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all around her 
rapidly finger-fucking fingers.
     The girl's facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost 
impossible pause, then, clenching her teeth agonizingly together, a third 
finger joined the other two in the hungry pink folds, which swallowed all 
three deep up inside with a greedy wet sucking sound.  A soft, purring 
moan of pleasure broke from the girl's lips.  She writhed with desire and 
seemed to become possessed.  Her fingers drove faster and faster, the 
rapid rhythm forcing grunts of savage, primitive passion from her 
beautiful young face.
     Her body flesh had turned almost red, burning for orgasm.  Beads of 
sweaty desire broke across her fevered young brow.  Her lovely head lolled 
from side to side on the pillows, her long red hair flying in frustration 
at her inability to reach climax.  She strained after it urgently, her 
fingers pistoning up inside her open, exposed cunt wildly, her groans 
increasing in urgency with every passing second.
     And right then Steve was about to close his eyes and have a mindless 
orgasm of his own, -- if not for something totally amazing and mind-
boggling -- an incident which occurred at that very instant.
     For suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a giant German shepherd dog 
suddenly bounded onto the stage and up on the bed, knocking pillows off 
onto the floor, its tail wagging excitedly, its tongue lolling out 
slavishly as its savage eyes glittered hungrily in its fierce-looking big 
canine head.
     The girl's eyes widened in terror and she jerked the back of her hand 
against her mouth, screaming with alarm.  She tried to lower her legs and 
roll off the bed, but the dog stood above her, growling dangerously in 
warning.  Consequently she fairly froze with her fingers still locked 
within the moistened confines of her cuntal folds.  The dog moved forward 
panting and menacing, his great eyes fastened hungrily on her 
defenselessly upturned loins.
     Then suddenly she got her voice, screaming in horror: "Help me, 
somebody!  Please ... oh please ... I ... I don't ... I didn't agree to 
this ... honest ..."
     But no one in the audience stirred.  There was only a heated ripple 
of tremulous excitement through the crowd of people reclining m the pitch 
blackness on their couches.
     Steve wanted to jump up and do something, anything.  He started to 
blurt out some kind of protest -- but this was suddenly stifled as he 
realized what his mother-in-law was now doing with her hand ... namely, 
pulling his trousers relentlessly open ...
     Steve knew that he should do something, but the abrupt coolness of 
Sarah's hand creeping within the open slot in his jockey shorts set him to 
gasping voicelessly.
     Up on the stage, the helpless teenage girl was still quivering in 
fear, her hard young breasts shaking titillatingly beneath the lustfully 
snarling dog.  Goose-pimples erupted all over Steve's body -- his mother-
in-law had found his iron-hard penis and was slowly drawing it out of his 
shorts.
     "You're bigger than ever, Arnold," she breathed admiringly, her 
fingers running maddeningly over the soft skin of his cock, tickling at 
the heavily throbbing sperm-vein hidden beneath.
     But he couldn't tear his eyes from the stage.  For now the huge beast 
had lowered his nose between the shivering young love-slave's soft creamy 
legs.  His cold, wet nose spread through the curling red hairs in her 
crotch and sniffed at her now nakedly exposed vaginal mouth.  His tail 
wagged and trembled as though he had located a bitch dog in heat.  The 
girl moaned, terrified, as the cold nose suddenly slid lower, contacting 
her tiny puckered anus.  She shivered and made a faint little cry as 
suddenly the animal's lizard-like tongue shot out and ran wetly up and 
down the entire crevice between her thighs, its tip flicking teasingly at 
the tiny, defensively clenching anal ring.
     The girl tried to squirm away, but the dog was relentless on her.  He 
raised his head snarling if she moved too much, and she quickly froze 
again in her helplessly spread position.  He then began greedily lapping 
the narrow pink slit between her thighs.  He ran his long red tongue the 
full length of it, from the tightly held little pucker, up over the thin 
pink edge of her cunt, and then over the tiny sensation-primed pleasure 
button clitoris standing atop her pubic mound.  The girl moaned and sighed 
as his great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a 
knife through butter, dragging the warm fleshy folds of her pussy after 
it.
     His tongue continued to flick mercilessly between the teenager's 
widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl more deeply through the 
walls of her vagina, when a fierce, piercing cry would be dredged from her 
suddenly passion-moistened lips.  She jerked spasmodically, helpless in 
the grip of a lust too obscene to be believed, as the great dog licked and 
snuffled relentlessly at her raging young loins.
     Steve couldn't repress a shudder.  His eyes glazed over as he panted 
helplessly, watching this amazing display of unspeakable lewdness.  By now 
his mother-in-law had his penis completely out and was teasingly drawing 
his foreskin up and down over the lustfully tingling head.
     The frightened sobs on the stage to his surprise, had changed to the 
soft, sex-pleading mewls of desire.  The dog's thickly slithering tongue 
moved mercilessly up and down between her thighs drawing cries of ecstasy 
where previously there had only been terror.  She raised her hands, 
holding them in indecision for a moment above her writhing body, then 
dropped them with a helpless, enslaved moan to tightly grip the dog's 
ears.
     A deep, guttural groan of desire echoed from her throat, and suddenly 
she jerked her legs backward m order to provide the animal with greater 
oral access to her pussy lips.  She pulled his snout forward, up inside 
her well-lubricated vaginal mouth, and his enormous tongue snaked out even 
deeper up into the moist, steaming passageway, ravishing her eagerly 
accepting cuntal walls without mercy.
     Wild, incoherent shrieks echoed from her young lips, pleading and 
encouraging the German shepherd salivating between her upthrust thighs.  
He worked like the savage beast he was, and then Steve noticed something 
else, something almost unbelievably exciting ...
     The dog's glistening red penis was slowly emerging from its furry 
animal sheath .  .
     Now he lifted his nose from the pleading girl's genitals to nose her 
over onto her stomach in servile surrender.  Her resistance appeared to 
have disintegrated under the maddening dog-tongue which had moments before 
so relentlessly lapped at her openly welcoming pussy.  She was enslaved by 
the huge beast panting and drooling over her.  Her quivering body now 
spread-eagled, face forward, among the soft pillows on the bed, as the 
animal nudged her upward before his waiting loins.
     Then, once she was kneeling helplessly before him, vagina raised 
high, the immense head lowered again, the thickly pink tongue slithering 
far up into the exposed crevice back between the groaning girl's buttocks.
     Sarah was breathless from this incomparable performance -- Arnold had 
said nothing to her about a dog show in this place.  He knew how she was 
so dead-set against such animalistic perversion.
     On the other hand, she had to admit a certain fascination with the 
grotesque sight of the dog and the young girl engaging in such lewd and 
lascivious behavior, and finally she could not repress a small shudder of 
desire, her eyes unable to leave the remarkable scene which confronted 
them.
     So that although she had expected only to gently hand tease her 
adorable young son-in-law, by now she was going out of her mind with 
lascivious craving, and wanted nothing less than to take his magnificent, 
towering rod into her ravenous mouth and suck it until he shot out his 
hot, creamy semen all the way down her throat and into her thirstily 
waiting belly.
     And then, in one blinding flash of realization, it occurred to her 
what her beautiful young daughter must have been up to today when she had 
overheard those wild groans of passion from her bedroom ...



Chapter 9

     But could it be?
     Jan, her beautiful young daughter, Jan, seduced by an animal!?
     Cavorting like a shameless whore with that German shepherd?
     Yes, she could remember now the soft mewling whimpering of the dog on 
the other side of that bedroom door.  That was some sort of explanation 
for the dog being in Jan's bedroom altogether.
     But on the other hand it was unbelievable.  It was quite one thing to 
witness this sort of thing in a show of this kind, quite another to learn 
that your own daughter was engaging in it.  She tried to conjure up a 
vision in her mind of Jan's blonde, openly spread vagina being licked to 
bursting orgasm by the neighbor's dog.  She couldn't imagine it.
     In any case, this would bear looking into -- and the thought of it 
had made Sarah hotter than ever.  Her loins were moistening wildly with 
excitement.  She wanted to pull up her skirt, slip down her panties and 
impale herself down on her son-in-law's nakedly trembling hardness.
     But she dare not -- she might frighten him off.  Youngsters became 
skittish and had to be worked up very, very carefully.
     The young girl on the stage had reached back in order to spread her 
cream-white buttock globes open like a curtain from her delicately 
throbbing rectal lips, giving the dog's tongue greater access as he worked 
at her from behind with increasing urgency.  The tongue lashed up between 
her legs continually, dredging mournful, sobbing cries of desire from her 
parched young lips.  Watching this, Sarah could feel the flame escalating 
in her own loins drastically.  The aching hunger spread from her abdomen 
up into her heaving, passion-swollen breasts.  She labored, gasping, for 
breath and squirmed harder down into the cushion, pressing the wet, 
passion-swollen lips of her panty-covered vagina against it to try to rub 
out that wildly consuming fire building there.
     The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's 
crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the bed, Sarah's 
eyes widened in amazed disbelief as the snout lifted then, raising the 
girl's buttocks with it.  Sarah gasped as she realized what the animal was 
up to.
     The girl obediently knelt, elevating her widespread ass-cheeks, 
bending before her furry master in abject surrender.  His long, relentless 
tongue had lashed her into servile helplessness, crushing her resistance 
with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive young sexual 
organs.
     The girl was on all fours and the huge dog now mounted the smoothly 
spread cheeks of her buttocks, forepaws on her sleek young back.  The 
glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its furry sheath, dripping milky-
white animal cum from its tip.  The tapered point slipped and danced in 
the hot, wet crevice before it as the dog trembled and jerked, trying to 
locate the tight little anal hole in order to bury the thick, hard shaft 
into the helpless young love-slave's helplessly exposed rectum.  As it 
slipped menacingly about on her naked flesh, she cried out as if she were 
being branded with a scalding hot iron.
     Yet, sobbing, the girl still looked back, shifting her upraised 
buttocks in order to capture the lengthening shaft.  Like a bitch in heat, 
she strove to scabbard the long, pinkly glistening organ in her 
voraciously grasping vaginal mouth.  But the dog would have none of that 
-- it wanted her anus only.  Its sharp tip missed at first, then slid 
upward again, attempting to enter.  The girl sobbed, tensed, evading the 
bending, up-slipping cock in terror.  But the dog immediately returned to 
the attack, thrusting crazily at her tight young rectal opening.  It 
seemed to slip unsuccessfully by mistake into the soft, hair-fringed 
pussy, rubbing heatedly against the clitoris.  The throbbing redness of 
his rod contrasted starkly with the girl's pink passion-enflamed cunt.  He 
rubbed his loins hungrily against the softly opening lips and she groaned 
again with desire.
     Fuck up into her, fuck up into her! Sarah found herself crying out in 
her mind, hopelessly aroused and stroking her son-in-law's hardness 
without thought as he gasped laboriously next to her.
     The dog growled and the girl reached back, desperately trying to 
guide his slippery penis into her pinkish folds.  Then suddenly a great 
well of sound erupted from the audience as the German shepherd abruptly 
found his footing, jerked his penis up and buried it with a merciless 
lurch through the tightly clenched lips of the girl's anus.  She screamed 
out in pain, then squirmed her backside in abject surrender back onto his 
punishing cock.  It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to 
the hilt, the dog's sperm-filled testicles swinging below her and smacking 
heavily into her wetly dripping pubic hair.  A moan of relief broke from 
her pain and pleasure contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically 
backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog.  His forelegs wrapped 
tighter around her smoothly curved hips, and she undulated her body around 
in tiny lewd circles, abandoning herself to this delicious, searing animal 
fucking of her rectal passage.  Her face turned sideways toward the 
excited audience and they could see fully the delirious rapture growing on 
her lovely young features, her long red hair spilling over her cheeks and 
hanging down to the bed.  Her desire-swollen breasts danced slightly 
beneath her sensuously writhing torso, moving in time to the mercilessly 
skewering cock of the dog as it slid deeply into her from behind, a 
relentless hot poker of lewdly glistening flesh burying itself deeply and 
excitingly within her burning rectal channel.
     Sarah's breath was coming in tight, frantic gasps and the burning 
sensation bubbling in her belly was almost too much to bear.  She felt as 
if her eyes would explode right out of her head.  The wild fluttering in 
her loins increased savagely in intensity with each prolonged moment she 
had to watch the young teenage girl being ravished.  Her body perspired 
feverishly in the warm, close room.  The excited heat of the audience 
around her communicated itself and bathed everyone in perspiration.  She 
could feel sweat trickling down her belly and mingling with the moistly 
trickling perfume at her pubic curls.  She squirmed her vagina harder down 
against the cushion, stroking furiously on her son-in-law's throbbing 
cock, the cushion rubbing back sensuously against the moist, hair-lined 
flanges of her hotly pulsating pussy.  She bit hard on her lower lip, 
struggling to hold back a groan of sheer, unadulterated frustration.
     Then suddenly her nerves and mind could take it no longer.  Uttering 
a little startling cry of "Oh, God -- I have to suck your cock darling!" 
she bent her head down, her hot warm mouth, full of moisture, closing over 
Steve's throbbing young penis, slipping all the way down until the smooth 
rubbery head pressed tightly against the back of her throat.
     "Yesssssss," he hissed helplessly, his fingers curling in agony in 
her long, thick black hair with its fleeting streaks of grey, gripping her 
head and forcing her mouth elastically down over his throbbing, blood-
bloated cock.  Her hand cupped his sperm-heavy balls affectionately, her 
lovely head swimming with delirious happiness.  This was it!  This was 
what she had waited for, for so long, the chance to suck on Steve's 
adorable young penis!
     Dizzying sensations swam burningly through her lust-ridden brain like 
hot volcanic lava.  This was it -- oh beautiful, beautiful, beautiful ...  
She gagged and gurgled over his delicious hardness, lapping at the 
underside and all around it, measuring with her tongue the fierce 
throbbing blood his healthy young, testicles were pumping out through the 
pulsating veins of his cock.  Her eyes closed with ecstasy, her nostrils 
flaring widely, her eyelashes fluttering as if overcome with emotion.
     Steve was trying to stifle his groans, but his brain seemed to have 
lost control of his body.  His eyes had closed and he couldn't keep 
himself from pressing his fingers into her thick hair as her furnace-like 
mouth sucked so hungrily on his heavily pounding rod, her lips clinging 
like an elastic band, her tongue wrapping around it like warm melted 
butter.
     Oh honey, he thought.  Oh God .  she thinks I'm my father-in-law ... 
arrrrgghhh ...
     His dreamy, hallucinating mind strayed back to the obscenely swaying 
body of the young girl kneeling before the rapidly hunching German 
shepherd on the stage.  She had gone completely out of her mind now and 
was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through desperately 
clenched teeth.  She was begging him, literally, to fuck her harder and to 
spew his burning hot cum deep up into her greedily yearning rectum.  She 
wanted to be filled with his animal semen, and she was so undermined by 
lust that this was all that mattered in all the world.  The girl was no 
longer human, but part dog herself, yelping and squealing, a trembling 
mass of desire-deranged young flesh that pleaded to be mercilessly fucked 
and dominated by the dog on her back, its heavily hardened cock pistoning 
mercilessly in and out of her sensitive young rectal passage.  She was 
reveling in the humiliation of being fucked from behind by the heavily 
panting dog, and she ground her buttocks salaciously back against him, his 
hairy body jerking wildly.
     Steve couldn't tear his eyes away.  At the same time the pressure was 
building volcanically below in his sperm-laden balls as his mother-in-law 
sucked ravenously on his bulging young cock, practically devouring him 
alive as her own loins tingled excitingly, beneath her panties.
     Steve's eyes were glued to the unnatural coupling on the bed in the 
middle of the stage.  Even though his mother-in-law sucked and licked 
without stopping, and his breathing was coming in ardent, ragged gasps, he 
was still a part of the unnatural scenario and could not be distracted.  
Watching the dog fucking the girl deep up into her wide-split rectum, her 
long red hair flailing wildly as the furious beast thundered into her, 
Steve felt as if that act was a part of the same obscene act his mother-
in-law was conducting on himself.  Her furious, vampirish sucking of his 
cock had no separation whatever from the strange events taking place on 
the stage before him.
     Suddenly there was a fierce cry from the lust-possessed girl.  She 
flailed her head and hair from side to side even more wildly, screaming 
with a mixture of torment and delight.  It was obvious that she was

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Subject: WildYern (08/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:57:18 GMT
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hurtling through the most soul-shattering orgasm ever and she worked her 
buttocks back greedily against the dog as if she were losing what little 
was left of her mind.
     The giant animal's tongue hung lolling wetly from his mouth as he 
fucked wildly into her backside, and his saliva dripped into a pool that 
had formed in the creamy smooth estuary of her youthful back.  She rammed 
her nakedly quivering buttocks back hard, sobbing piteously, and then 
suddenly he jerked forward and, shuddering without pause, began making the 
tiniest of whimpers as his heavily sunk cock began spitting out his sperm 
in deep, hard spurts up into her greedily clasping rectal channel.
     Steve watched in licentious fascination, feeling his own needs 
building.  Yes ... he was ...  going to ... cum ... oh Jesus Christ ...  
He clutched his fingers into his mother-in-law's cheeks ecstatically 
pressing them tighter around his penis.
     On the stage, the girl's smooth round buttocks started contracting 
uncontrollably, signaling the orgiastic upheaval in her own wildly 
contracting young belly.  Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly locked 
anus, spreading out all over her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks ... thin 
trails of sticky cum that ran down back of the ivory columns of her long 
young thighs.  Her buttocks shone, displaying soaked pubic hair down 
below, then pink, exhausted rectal flesh as she pitched, wailing, forward 
on her face, her entire body bathed in sweat from the power of her 
feverish, mind-shattering climax.  The rapidly deflating animal penis slid 
slowly from her semen-flooded back passage with a lewd sucking sound that 
echoed reverberatingly through the stunned silence of the room.  The girl 
appeared unconscious, but breathed heavily, and the beast stood above her 
wagging his tail in appreciation.  In one final move of obscene depravity 
he dropped his head to her still widespread loins and licked at the warm 
white moisture oozing from her animal ravished young pussy.  Then he 
swallowed it hungrily until there was none left at all.
     It was this last licentious act which as much as anything finally 
brought Steve shudderingly upward towards his magnificent climax.  He 
could feel every last nerve and sinew in his body begin to shake and 
sputter, and then he closed his eyes tightly, muttering heatedly: "Oh no 
.... oh God ... I mustn't cum right in her mouth ... oh God ... Jesus ... 
honey ... darling suck ... oh suck yes ..."
     He tried weakly to lift her head out of his crotch, so that he 
wouldn't shoot it all down her throat, but she would have none of it.  She 
cupped his testicles and held on too strongly for him, her tongue lavishly 
drowning it with the saliva of her hot, furnace-like mouth.
     And then he could feel the steel spring in his balls uncoil, spitting 
out through the burning center of his cock-head while she continued to 
suck without pause, squirting upward through her greedily locked lips and 
back down deeply into her desperately swallowing throat.
     Steve groaned and began bucking like a horse undergoing its first 
saddling.  The juice of his loins squirted out this way and that, painting 
the walls and roof of her mouth, striking with burning heat back against 
her hungrily working tonsils.
     Sarah sucked endlessly, in a sweet, prurient dream of ecstasy.  This 
was what she had really wanted ever since she had first spied her handsome 
young son-in-law lounging out on the patio around their pool in 
Kenilworth, his lovely flat muscles rippling attractively, shining and 
tanned in the summer sunlight.
     God, I'm a real cock-sucker, she thought.  And I love it, love every 
minute of it!"
     The last spurt of Steve's milk-white orgasm struck the back of her 
throat and trickled warmly down to her gratefully accepting belly.  
Already much of it had broken through the sides of her mouth, and covered 
the exposed portion of his penis and pubic hair.  Then he shook and jerked 
and gradually settled back against the couch with a moan, his cock 
gradually softening as she licked and nibbled at it to make sure every 
last drop was greedily milked away.
     On the stage the curtain closed slowly on the depraved extravaganza, 
the sexually subjugated teenage beauty and her tired animal lover 
twitching fitfully in a post-orgasmic sleep.  It was with relief and 
regret that Sarah lifted her head from Steve's weary, sperm-drained cock.  
She had almost had an orgasm of her own, but she sensed that the house 
lights would come up again fairly quick, and it was time to play out their 
little charade still further, at its appropriate pace.



Chapter 10

     "Thank you, Arnold," she whispered, teasing his ear wetly with her 
semen-moistened tongue.  "Thank you so much for letting me kiss you there, 
darling.  Now I have to go to the bathroom -- you've gotten my body in 
such an uproar."
     My pleasure, Steve was tempted to say.  Instead he merely kept wisely 
silent.  If she was going to the bathroom -- that would give him the 
chance he needed to change positions again.
     But with her disappearance into the blackness -- the only lights were 
little cat's eyes in the couch legs so that people could see their feet -- 
his father-in-law also harumped and apparently left to go to the toilet as 
well.  Steve blinked, breathing noisily, and worked his limply drained 
penis back into his shorts, then zipped up his trousers.  Everything 
around his groin seemed to be miserably sticky and uncomfortable, but that 
was going to be the price he would pay, apparently.
     But God, his forty-four year old mother-in-law had been the most 
mind-blowing suck he'd ever encountered in his life!  She made all the 
young girls he had encountered in the years before he met Jan absolutely 
pale by comparison, he thought.
     But why couldn't she impart that wonderful knowledge to her beautiful 
blonde-haired daughter?
     He smiled restfully and put his hands behind his head.  She did have 
the most amazing mouth, Sarah.  What a marvelous discovery.  He wondered 
if it would be as satisfying to fuck her as well.  With most women their 
mouths were either too small to really do a blow job well, or too big for 
true beauty.  So you always had to make a choice -- take the big lips for 
great cock sucking, or the small ones for prettiness and kissability.  
This was no easy decision to make.  When he married Jan he'd supposed that 
hers were the in-between variety that would make the love bed a paradise.
     But she'd proven to be such a prude that she couldn't even get her to 
use her mouth on him.  Consequently he'd given up on everything fancy 
which he so enjoyed, and just threw it to her however it suited him, as 
she weren't participating at all.  This was not an entirely satisfactory 
arrangement, but he'd gotten supremely tired of trying to work her up into 
any normal state of frenzy.
     Had he been wrong?  Should he have worked on her longer and with more 
intense application?  He shrugged.  One didn't have time to do everything 
with all the thoroughness in the world.  There was only so much time in a 
day.
     The house lights rose and he positioned himself slightly differently 
on the couch so that Sarah would have no inkling of the mistake she'd made 
with him.  Now, as he looked about the room, he saw that other people were 
misbehaving as well -- and in much more extreme postures.  There was one 
young brunette, her long black hair flowing down, with her dress up over 
her hips, where an older man was fucking in and out of her with great 
strength.  In other places men were sucking on girl's and women's tits, or 
men were being sucked off, girls having their pussies licked and so on.  
Apparently the dog performance had turned everyone on something terrific.
     All this sensuality brought him to wondering what his mother-in-law 
would look like undressed.  Huge pendulous breasts of course, not as firm 
and high as Jan's, but big tits were always warm and exciting, no matter 
how heavily they hung.
     Then the big cheeks of her ass would be smoothly curved and 
delicious, of course.  And she had beautiful long hair.  He could even 
imagine fucking her in the ass, as the dog had the helpless young girl on 
the stage.
     Not that it would ever come to that, of course.  This was merely 
fantasy.  Sarah had made a mistake and that was all.
     He gulped and froze as he saw her coming his way.  Would she notice 
anything?
     Apparently she didn't.  She merely leaned over, the bulbous tops of 
her enormous breasts showing forth, and asked him pleasantly, "Well, 
Steve, did you enjoy the show?"

*    *    *

     He tried to carry on a casual conversation on the way home, but it 
was difficult with his mother-in-law's thigh pressed so tightly against 
his in the back seat.
     "You were probably surprised to learn that your mother and I even 
knew of such a place," Arnold suggested after a time.
     "Welluh ... it did come as something of a shock.  There was 
certainly a lot of wild stuff going on there ..."
     Sarah patted his knee, saying gaily, "Well, since Jan married you 
we're all alone now, Steve, and we've had to find some new amusements.  
I'd venture to say our whole way of life has changed since you last saw us 
at the wedding."
     I'll bet it has, Steve thought, wondering.  But he didn't say much 
more; his mind kept drifting back to the amazing vision of the young girl 
on stage having her back hole reamed by that passionate German shepherd, 
its shaggy tail wagging, its lengthy tongue hanging out of its mouth 
almost all the way down to her sweat-glistening back.
     Back at the house, Jan had finally fallen into a pleasantly relaxed 
doze after being fucked and licked to orgasm by Rex about five more times.  
Her long blonde hair spread out on the pillow, a pleasant relaxed smile on 
her lovely face, her long dark eyelashes fluttering just ever so slightly 
out of her closed lids, as if moved by a great emotion and pleasant 
dreams.  She had left her lover in the kitchen by his food bowl, but he 
didn't seem to mind.  He was the perfect lover, utterly adorable and 
discreet.  It wouldn't have done at all for them to be found sound asleep 
in the same bed, and he seemed to understand that.
     Jan could no longer summon any significant amount of shame, and 
remorse had left her long ago.  Admittedly there had been twinges of both 
during and after her first few fantastic, brain-shattering climaxes, but 
she was so happy now that nothing else in the world mattered.  She 
appreciated the unnaturalness of their animal-human coupling, but the 
delectable pleasures her darling Rex provided within her susceptible, 
previously unfulfilled body overshadowed all other considerations of 
morality or the lack of it.  She loved him with a fresh, unspoiled 
possessiveness that was as contrary to nature as the lewd acts they had 
committed, and she could no longer help herself!
     This was all a part of her feelings, thoughts and dreams as she dozed 
so pleasantly, emotionally drained from the last time her handsome animal 
lover had withdrawn his semen-slickened pink penis from her vagina and 
backed off from her love-satiated flesh.  Her vaginal muscles had milked 
it of every last wonderful drop of scalding hot sperm.
     Now she wanted only to sleep and enjoy pleasant dreams -- pleasant 
dreams of being delightfully, deliriously made love to by her handsome 
German shepherd lover.
     So that when her parents and husband came home, Jan was sound asleep 
in the master bedroom.  They slipped in and moved around the house 
quietly, not wanting to wake her.  Sarah fixed herself a cup of coffee in 
the kitchen and yawned, obviously ready for bed.  This was where the rest 
of their plan usually went into action when dealing with new young men of 
little experience.
     "Look, honey," said Arnold, "Steve and I are still wide awake.  I 
think we'll take a spin down to the Clover Club for a glass of beer.  What 
do you say, Steve?"
     "Welluh ..."
     "You don't look anywhere near being ready for bed.  Come on."
     Sarah stretched and yawned, her huge breasts stuffing outward through 
the open cleavage in her dress.  They were powdered, perfumed and nicely 
tanned.  She had found that young men always liked large well-tanned 
breasts.  "That's all right with me, honey.  I'm ready for beddy-bye."  
She walked up to her husband and pressed her open mouth to his.  They 
touched tongue tips as Arnold's hand came up to squeeze her left buttocks 
cheek, and her hand came up between his legs to lovingly caress his 
genitals.
     Steve gulped and looked away from the overtly sexual display.  Then 
Arnold broke off the kiss with a laugh and took his arm, "Come on, son.  
Let's top off the night with a few quick ones."  They headed for the door.
     Sarah couldn't repress a lewd little smile after the two men left.  
Then she stretched and yawned and went to the guest room, her voluptuous 
body wobbling on shakey high heels as she remembered tremulously the 
delicious taste of her young son-in-law's wonderfully responding cock in 
her ardently sucking mouth.
     Sarah hummed softly to herself as she undressed with elegant grace, 
her lovely naked contours coming into full view.  She looked at herself in 
the vanity mirror, lifting her breasts like fully ripened melons in her 
hands.  They were her most attractive feature and she knew it.  Her thumbs 
twiddled her large, protuberant dark brown nipples and she watched them 
harden under her steady gaze.
     Then she went through the connecting door and into the shower room.
     She spent a good half an hour or more showering and preparing herself 
for bed.  Occasionally she smiled to herself as she considered what Arnold 
must be up to at that very moment -- getting her attractive young son-in-
law mildly tipsy and showing him pictures of his sexually put together 
mother-in-law, who had the hots for him.  He would probably show the young 
man shots of her being fucked at the same time as she was sucking on 
somebody's penis, while yet a third man worked on her breasts with his 
mouth.  She did hope he didn't show Steve the picture of her sucking on an 
enormous black penis.  Their son-in-law was conservative in his racial 
attitudes, and this might put him off.
     There were very few young men, she thought, smiling, who could resist 
her voluptuous curves once Arnold got them worked up with those nude 
pictures of her being taken every way possible by other men.  Then it only 
took a whisper in their ear, "She wants to let you fuck her.  She told me 
so.  She thinks your adorable.  She's hot for your cock."
     Abruptly her reveries were interrupted as she toweled her gorgeous 
body.  She looked around to see where the whimper had come from.
     And then she saw Rex, sitting quietly by the side of the bed.
     Sarah's eyes gleamed, hot with sensuality.  Her eyelids were still 
imprinted with the memory of the girl on the stage with the German 
shepherd humping into her from behind.  And then she remembered also what 
she had considered about Rex and Jan ... alone together in that bedroom 
.... with the strange erotic sounds issuing from it ...
     "Well, I seem to have company," she said silkily, coming up to Rex, 
still totally nude from the shower, and scratching him lightly behind the 
ear.  His thick furry coat rubbed sleekly against the smoothness of her 
long legs and he whimpered quizzically, eyes glued to the dark triangle of 
curly hair covering the softly rising mound between her legs.  They darted 
also, momentarily, to the dark brown crests on her nakedly exposed 
breasts.  She petted his head and smiled.
     And then suddenly something happened!  Rex leaped up on her and began 
lapping at her nipple crowns with his long wet tongue.  Sarah gasped and 
staggered backward, her hand at her throat, Rex's lascivious animal attack 
triggering a fierce, burning response inside her cunt, which had already 
been wildly aroused that evening by her son-in-law's response to her oral 
love-making.
     "Why -- you beautiful lecher!" she gasped tremulously.  "So that's 
it!  I was right!  You're a devil dog!" Sarah stared wonderingly at his 
almost grinning, handsome German shepherd face, the expression in his 
large round eyes altogether too sexy and human.  She felt as if his eyes 
were laser beams burning into the soft hairy mattress of her pussy.  Yes 
-- they were twinkling, seductively twinkling!  She was sure of it!  As if 
he wanted to go much further than merely lap at her nude breasts.
     The temptation was too great for the voluptuous older woman to pass 
up.  She felt a small ripple of excitement in her belly as once more she 
leaned forward to stroke his coat, consciously thrusting the fully exposed 
mounds of her chest slightly towards him.
     Rex accepted the enticing invitation.  Again his long length of hot, 
moist tongue swept over the sensitive hardened nipples!  Nor did it stop 
with a single swipe over the warm, sensual globes.  Instead, Sarah gasped 
excitedly as his long thickly working flesh curled its heated wetness over 
the smooth, resilience of her nakedly tingling skin again and again.
     Her breath caught desperately in her throat as she felt herself 
respond, watching the pinkly glistening length of his tongue graze hotly 
over the erect, berry-hard nipples on her nakedly swelling tits, the 
feverish sensation increasing rapidly.  She could almost see the large 
secondary mounds of her aureoles gradually expanding under their delicate 
load of high, hardened nipples.
     "Oooooooh, darling," she murmured, "you loving devil you ... you are 
really affectionate ..."  The ardently astonished brunette brushed her 
fingers over the back of his long furry ears, her voice coming in throaty, 
tremulous little gasps.  She thrust her breasts forward in order to enjoy 
fully the warming lasciviousness of his tongue passing so wetly over their 
colorful tingling crests.
     The simmering sensations raced through her belly like a raging forest 
fire, causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushing cunt lips 
to flow even faster, dampening wetly the tops of her trembling thighs.  
For a moment, Rex seemed to hesitate, but only for a moment -- then he 
whined and worked forward to wedge her long legs apart with his snout, 
pushing his cold, wet nose up between them right to the expectantly 
quivering lips of her pussy mouth!
     "Darling ..." she breathed.  "Oh ... you mustn't ... this is wrong 
.... oh God ... no ..."
     But that was what they all said -- at first -- and Rex thought that 
she was encouraging him.  Trying to work his nose in still further, his 
nostrils keenly aroused by the musky scent of her excited womanhood, the 
woman started staggering backward, until finally Sarah fell backwards with 
her legs spread wide open upon the fresh, newly made bed.
     Once more his hot tongue darted out provocatively, licking 
mercilessly at her nudely reclining body.  Wild emotions swamped the 
raven-haired woman as she stared into his deep brown eyes, his tongue 
continuing to lap lovingly at her naked tits.  Yes ... he knew exactly 
what he was doing, the seducer ... but she couldn't help herself.  His 
tongue was so large and warm ... but ...
     Suddenly it started working downward over her softly trembling flesh.  
Down over her warm belly, swirling wetly and excitingly into her navel and 
then downward ... yes ... until finally his nose tip was sniffing right 
between her helplessly quivering thighs, as if he could actually sense the 
intoxicating heat of her desperately surging cunt!
     Sarah was amazed and incredulous -- unbelievable that she could get 
so excited in a matter of moments from the tonguing of her loins by an 
apparently well-trained dog!  The lustful sensations his hotly probing 
nose -- its sleek furry snout brushing so tantalizingly against her open 
thighs -- was nothing short of obscenity.  But maybe this was what was 
firing up her lust so dramatically -- the very illicit nature of their 
relationship!
     "Itit was you, wasn't it, dear," she sighed, as the whining animal 
continued to sniff at her swiftly moistening pussy slit.  "You've been 
fucking my daughter!  It's true, isn't it!"
     She propped herself and took his handsome face tenderly in her hands.  
"What was it she was having you do in the bedroom, handsome lover?  Lick 
her cunt, maybe?  Was that it?  Do you like to lick women's pussies?  
Would you like to lick mine, for example, darling?  Come on, your mama has 
a cunt that's starving for a good tonguing.  Show her how you do it, 
darling.  You and I are going to get along beautifully if you're good at 
that, darling.  Believe me."
     The piquant fragrance of her mating heat fired Rex' loins.  He sensed 
a relationship between this woman and his mistress, but he wasn't exactly 
sure what it was.  Nevertheless there was a certain similarity in the 
rising aroma of Sarah's female sexual excitement.  He would have to lick 
her there, between her legs, to find out if they both tasted the same.  
His snout wiggled and sniffed toward her hotly burning vaginal crevice, 
picking up the fierce potency of his mistress' mother's sexual aroma, 
moist and wetly pulsating with its bright pleasureful promise.  He could 
detect the shivering ripple of excitement passing through Sarah's huge 
breasts and splendid hour-glass hips, tremoring onward into her loins and 
then passing out through her legs.  The colorful pointed tips of her 
nipples quivered before him like rapidly hardening jelly.
     His eyes burned as well into the sensuous little triangle of soft 
pubic curls, wherein nestled the sultry, hungry-looking lips of her 
moistly gleaming pussy mouth.
     "Quick," Sarah groaned, really getting turned on as she stroked open 
mouthed, head back at his long furry ears.  "Don't make me wait any 
longer, lover.  Come to big mama; show her what to do.  Mama's new at this 
-- with d-dogs."
     Rex's eyes gleamed as he caught the intensive charge of lurid 
sensuality emanating from her huskily moaning throat.  Sarah's eyes 
fastened on his, realizing with a start that those dog-animal eyes were 
reflecting as much desire and anticipation as hers.  A series of feverish 
chills swept over her as she waited, breathing noisily with desire through 
her excitedly flared nostrils.  What was he going to do?
     "Oh, precious ... please ... don't make mama wait ..."
     Rex' avid, devouring eyes didn't leave her for an instant, his 
yearning expanding rapidly.
     Then suddenly Sarah could take the maddeningly erotic suspense no 
longer.  She screamed at him, "Well, come on up here, you teaser!"  Get up 
here you handsome brute and do whatever it is baby Jan's taught you to 
do!"  She patted the bed eagerly beside her, her long raven hair spilling 
out over her voluminous breasts.
     Unknown to Sarah, this patting of the bed was exactly the command 
that Rex had been trained to respond to.  Suddenly he leapt up on it with 
the most graceful, effortless motion, his canine face contorted with 
desire for her, his passion-reddened penis expanding outward from its 
furry sheath.  His eyes devoured her for a moment as she lay docilely 
waiting, helpless and enslaved by his sex-crazed eyes.  And then his 
passionately handsome animal face turned almost human as Rex eagerly moved 
along the side of her body, then inclined his shaggy shining head to graze 
again her desire-swollen breasts with the hot lapping wetness of his long 
thick tongue ...


Chapter 11

     Jan awoke lazily, a smile of happy pleasure blanketing her placid and 
sensual face.  Her fervid memories of the beautiful love her darling Rex 
had given her, and the exquisite sensuousness of his tongue, was enough to 
make her feel sweet, lazy and happy.  Working herself up again, she broke 
through all of her early moral training to whispering filthy words to 
herself over and over again.  She thought in lewd four-letter terms of all 
of the words that one might use to describe her marvelous affair with Rex: 
fuck, cunt, cock, jism and so on.  All the lewdly inciting words she could 
think of, as she mentally pictured the beautifully forbidden love-party 
they had shared.
     Then she thought of Steve, too, but not for long.  What she and Rex 
had shared was too beautiful and had nothing to do with her husband.  She 
loved him, but from now on only a dog would be able to satisfy her 
physically and relax her in the way that she so desperately required.
     She smiled to herself, stirring excitement whirlpooling at the base 
of her belly and downward into her pleasantly tingling loins.  God, could 
she ever thank Marge Levitt enough for introducing her to such savagely 
erotic thrills?  After an orgasm with Rex's tongue or penis up inside of 
her, she was no better than a whimpering dummy; it took ages for her to 
come back down from that lewd, forbidden heaven.
     She brushed a hand exotically upward through her long blonde hair.  
How delightful it had been -- and would be.  Then she peered through the 
gloom at the clock but couldn't seem to make out anything.  Was it the 
middle of the night or what?  And where was Steve?
     And then she heard the groaning, continuous sounds of passion echoing 
from the downstairs guest room ...
     Sarah needed little priming to fan her voluptuous curves into a 
glowing furnace of desire.  She groaned endlessly as she lay thrillingly 
naked beneath the wet, searing caresses of Rex's hotly loving tongue.  She 
watched with feverish eyes his every incredible, passion-surging lick, 
wondering breathlessly how she could ever considered such delicious 
excitement to be lewd and perverted. -- And she'd thought that she'd tried 
everything!
     "Ooooh, darling ... you precious sweet baby dog ..." she moaned, 
curling her fingers ecstatically around his ears.  Her voice came out with 
a mewling, pleading tone as she stroked his big, sensuously moving head, 
Rex continuing to lick at her large, exposed breasts lavishly.  And then 
her breath began to shorten with frenzied anticipation -- for his head was 
gradually dropping, his tongue tracing a lurid path downward over her 
belly
     "Oh yes, darling!  That's it!" she gasped, spreading her thighs 
voluntarily open to expose the thin vertical oval of her cuntal mouth.  
"All the way down to big mama's pussy.  Lick big mama's pussy the way you 
probably did Jan's!  Get between my legs, you beautiful furry lamb, you 
.... that's it ... ooooooh darrrrrling ...!"
     There was nothing in all of Sarah's wildly lascivious experience to 
compare with anything like this!  What maddening thrill would come next?!  
Dazed with lust, she raised her legs to draw them obscenely back until her 
knees were flattening out the soft yielding resilience of her passion 
swollen breasts.  Her cunt was open and vulnerable to anything he wanted 
to do to her.  Then -- uttering a little cry at that instant -- she felt 
his cold wet nose brushing ice-cube cold against her flushed cuntal lips 
and upraised thighs.  Suddenly she had sensed it ... the first contact of 
her hotly aching pussy with his devilishly intoxicating tongue!
     Impulsively, she squirmed beneath the fluid heat of his lick as it 
moved up and back from her vagina down through the smooth, hairless valley

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WildYern (09/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:57:33 GMT
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between the tightly tensed mounds of her full-moon buttocks.  Her heart 
pounded like a tidal wave against the sides of a damn, fervid blood racing 
like hell's fire through her veins from his sizzling animal tongue glazing 
the sensitive area around her tight little anal mouth, its worming tip 
burrowing like a beaver into the tiny brown puckered hole!
     "Ohhh, God ... you know it all, don't you, baby ... God, you really 
do know it all ... you know me, baby ... don't you ... aarrrggghhh ..." 
Sarah groaned, her eyes closing tightly, her head straining backwards with 
her long dark hair flying all around.  Her flesh was swamped with this 
marvelous feeling of his obscene tongue working with such fiery skill on 
her sex-drugged body.  "Ooooh, you do know what I like, baby ... but mama 
doesn't believe you learned that all by yourself ... you've had a very 
sexy teacher ... ooohh!"
     Again he taunted her tiny puckered anus, until finally she felt his 
tongue tip burning a fiery wet path slowly upward towards the smoldering 
lips of her sensuously squirming pussy mouth!  The lips of her cunt felt 
all swollen and sultry, as if they were sucking inward and then puckering 
outward again for a kiss.  A tremor of madly impassioned animalism washed 
through the nerve ends of her satiny flesh as he swept it wetly along the 
moistened pink crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks and thighs, then 
over the entire length of her hair-fringed vaginal slit!  From the babyish 
pucker of her snugly clenched little asshole, it traced mercilessly to the 
pink, desire-fleshed edges of her excited cuntal lips, and at last flicked 
at the hypersensitive pleasure button of her tiny, erect clitoris!
     "Arrrrggghhh!" the voluptuously inflamed woman moaned, lifting her 
head higher, her long hair trailing back, in order to better witness the 
obscene behavior Rex was committing between her lewdly drawn-up thighs -- 
the unbelievable tonguing this dog was giving her.  Seething stabs of 
mounting lust saturated her naked womanly flesh at the sight of his 
moistly curling tongue moving over the sensitive mouth of her now crazily 
twitching vagina.  He worked her over endlessly and she gasped as his 
thick length of fluid flesh spread incredibly deep through the flowing 
wetness of her pussy folds.  He had all the expertise of any human male 
who'd ever licked her cunt!
     The ecstasy continued to escalate, higher and higher.  Sarah felt as 
if she was swimming right up into the starry stratosphere, her ovaries 
about to burst all over her aching loins.  She'd heard about dogs and 
women, and tonight she'd seen it, but who would ever have thought that 
she'd been indulging in it herself with this pet of her own daughter!  
Which made it all the more exciting!
     ''Oooooh God ... oohhhh Rex honey ... ooooh you darling dog ... you 
lover ... handsome brute ..."  She moaned on and on, Rex's tongue 
continuing to splay open her glistening pink cunt flesh, finally pausing, 
as she watched, to suddenly corkscrew it stabbingly forward into her wet, 
overheated vaginal channel!
     "Darrrling," she groaned.  "Sweet lover ... you've got the most 
educated tongue in the world ... ooohhh ..."  Her sensuous curves spasmed 
beneath his unbelievably lurid pussy lapping, and suddenly she wanted 
Steve's cock back in her mouth again That would really be ecstasy!  Oh, if 
only Steve's cock was fucking into her mouth while this beautiful dog 
licked her cunt!  God, with all of his creamy, virile young jism squirting 
down her throat ... just the taste of it making her cum frantically as it 
pumped and pumped like a wildly spewing firehose down into her mouth!  
Heavenly!
     "Ooohh Jesus," she breathed.  "No wonder my little Jan takes you into 
the bedroom with her, lover.  You can really lick cunt ... oooooh 
darrrling... like that ... yessssss ... lick it for mama ... tongue-fuck 
me!  Ooooh, get way up inside me!"
     Sarah lifted her intensively simmering loins and quaking ass-cheeks, 
grinding them strongly against the wild, wet swirling of his animal mouth.  
"Further up darling ... ooooohhh ... that's ... ooohhh darling ... love 
you ... mama loves her doggy ... fuck me with your tongue ... ooohhh... 
shove your tongue up as far in mama's cunt as you can, lover ..."
     She reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping his furry 
head in order to draw his long snout tighter into her wetly throbbing 
pussy passage.  His firebrand tongue fired out into the hotly seething 
passage like a white-hot cauterizing iron, his own doggy whimpers matching 
hers as he hungrily lashed and tongue-fucked her blood-engorged cuntal 
flesh with a skill and ferociousness no man had ever shown her!
     "Oooooh ... oh ... I'm dying ... you drive me wild ... God ..." she 
hissed through tightly clenched teeth, her beautiful head and long hair 
flailing from side to side, her huge breasts bouncing all over her chest 
and upper belly.  Her eyes gaped from the licentious pressure of his kiss 
at her burning loins.  The sight of looking down and watching him licking 
at her was so obscene that the sheer illicitness of it sent her hurtling 
higher towards her brain-rattling climax.
     Rex could feel his flanks and loins pulsating ruttishly from the 
musky scent of her sex heat flowing all over his nose so liquid and 
slippery with desire.  He sensed a wilder fire inside of her than even of 
his beautiful blonde mistress, and this intensity of lust for him made his 
blood pulse furiously through his powerful body.  The soft whiteness of 
the older woman's smooth-white flesh and the heated fumes of sexual 
excitement that generated from the warm, hair-lined crevice up between her 
widely spread legs made him feel a fierce urging to do more than simply 
lick at her deliciously upward grinding cunt.
     He did sense a lack of tenderness compared to his warm, soft blonde 
mistress, but that didn't displease him.  There was even something of his 
own kind in the steaming wetness between her thighs, he felt.  She was a 
real bitch, in her own way.  The hot pink flesh between her legs 
communicated its flowing wet desire through his lapping tongue and he felt 
a wild stimulation which delighted him.  His loins began quivering with 
urgency, urgency to get into her ...
     Sarah had fallen enslaved into a rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps 
beneath the powerful animal's fabulous tongue fucking so snake-like up 
inside her insanely inflamed vagina.  She rolled her head from side to 
side in cadence, gurgling with delight, still holding his huge furry head 
by the ears between her lewdly upraised thighs.  Her brain had become a 
lust-drugged universe, hopelessly dominated by Rex's hungry licking of her 
sweltering loins.  She lifted her head, panting dreamily ... and then she 
saw it!
     Sarah's gleaming, desire-drugged eyes widened at the glistening 
spectacle of the dog's thick red cock emerging from its long furry sheath.  
Hard and moist, the tapered end slipped and danced as it continued 
slithering hotly from its fleshy scabbard beneath his belly.
     "Oh Jesus!"  She leaned to one side, gaping at it.  Oooooh ... was it 
possible he might actually dog-fuck her with that powerful, beautiful 
instrument .  . . a licentious impulse of unbridled animalistic desire 
raged through her naked flesh, an obscene mind-crazing desire which 
fascinated the voluptuous older woman beyond all belief.
     Yes ... his cock was beautiful ... huge and darling ...  Never had 
any human penis looked more enticing ... it was long and thick ... coming 
out now ... different in hue with its beveled tip, its thickening cone-
like shape heightened her excitement!
     She stared breathlessly at the big dog's wetly gleaming hardness 
dangling down between his powerful loins, her mouth salivating erotically 
as if she wanted to suck on it!  Maddening thrills of unnatural desire 
surged through her overheated loins.  But how ... how ... how would they 
accomplish it ...
     "Rex darling," she murmured droolingly.  "You lovable lamb-pie."  She 
stroked his huge head lovingly.  Her sensitive inner cuntal flesh sparked 
wildly from the damply matted black curls, the lurid scene acting like a 
bellows on her flaming loins.  Her nakedly thrusting tits seemed 
electrified with desire and giddy excitement!
     Suddenly she could take it no more.  "Rex baby ... lie down," she 
pleaded hungrily.  "Lie down, lover.  Sarah wants to love you, too.  
Please ...!  I want to suck on your adorable cock, lover and I'll put my 
pussy upside down so you can lick it, too.  Come on, lover darling -- 
sixty-nine it with your big mama who loves you like nobody else ever 
could!"
     Sarah felt as if she were in a sort of delirium.  She got crawled to 
her knees, her huge breasts hanging down over the coverlet and ballooning 
over it.  There was no stopping now.  Rex backed away, but she continued 
to coax him in gentling tones, continued to brush her hand lovingly over 
his sleek soft coat, her eyes locked on the solid red length of his 
emerging penis hanging so attractively below his furry belly!
     Rex watched the beautiful naked woman raise up and move towards him, 
surprised that she wasn't going to turn around and present her buttocks so 
that he could mount her.  Instead she was cooing adoring soft sounds at 
him.  He whimpered perplexed, his mating hunger continuing unabated.  But 
then she gave a command he recognized, "Roll over!" and he did as she bade 
him.
     "That's it, lover ... oooh, that's just fine!"  With blinding 
excitement Sarah crawled over and positioned herself so that her pussy was 
just inches from his face, and even closer as she drew her naked thighs 
all the way back.  Then she eased forward, placing herself so that her 
face was directly above the huge exciting hardness of his animal cock!
     Frantic emotions raged through the keyed-up woman.  The thought alone 
of what she was about to do, its terrible obscenity, was driving her mad 
with desire!  Gently then, breathing heavily through ardently flared 
nostrils, she pushed her arched pelvis towards Rex's handsome animal face, 
spreading her legs ... and lovingly pushing his head ...  His nose drew 
inward as if by magnetism towards the wetly throbbing heat of her openly 
yearning cunt.  Then immediately his tongue lashed out, making her moan 
out with pleasure as it sliced up through the pink wetness of her 
deliriously agonized cunt.  Gibbering mindlessly, she lowered her cheek to 
rest against his warm, hard belly, her hand quickly moving to grip his 
rapidly expanding cock!
     Once again Rex sensed the pulsating blood in his loins as he tasted 
and sensed in his nostrils the heated aroma of her wide split cuntal 
mouth.  And then there were her wonderful fingers on his loins, their 
affectionate touch making him tremble with joy.  The urge to close his 
eyes and lay their devotedly lapping the warm, wet sweetness up between 
her thighs carried him away into a realm of indescribable rapture ...
     Sarah gasped hungrily as she clasped his amazingly huge cock, her 
fingers manipulating it back and forth, feeling its lust-hardened 
thickness growing.  She must have it now ... the taste of that deliciously 
obscene animal penis slithering wetly around in her hotly sucking oral 
cavity!
     Beautiful darling ... she thought, her eyes glazing over as if she 
were drugged, her hand stroking his jerking animal penis lovingly.  She 
worked the heavy protective sheath back and forth, his hotly searing 
tongue still licking at her maddeningly enraged cunt.  Then with a low, 
lust-inspired moan, the obsessed woman parted her lush, warm lips to let 
the slenderly tapered dog penis ease into the torrid moistness of her 
greedily welcoming mouth ...  It slithered in slipperily, wetly until 
suddenly, it rested all the way back into the depths of her happily 
gurgling throat!
     Sarah sighed with ecstasy -- at last.  She brought her tongue into 
play frenziedly, licking hungrily as the delicious animal penis stroked by 
the warm walls of her mouth.  A sensation of wanton relish raced through 
her loins as she started sucking madly on the deliciously tasting organ.  
OOooooohhh!  It was so delicious!  As beautiful as any man's cock she'd 
ever sucked!  So nice and hard and warm and thrilling, swelling into 
increasing hardness and size with every mad, swiping lick!
     She could hear his high-pitched animal whining as he continued to 
lovingly lick at her hotly inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl 
her caressing warm tongue around his long thick member in order to repay 
the unbelievable pleasure he was imparting through her passion-soaked 
loins.  His powerful body responded passionately to her ardent sucking, 
his canine pelvis jerking forward and forcing his penis all the way to the 
back of her mouth, heavy, sperm-laden balls bumping softly against her 
chin.  Her hand brushed along his belly, finding the softness of his 
testicles, cupping them warmly at first, then gently milking them and 
teasingly stroking them with her fingernails.  Again Rex whimpered, this 
titillation making him start a pumping fuck-rhythm between the hungrily 
sucking oval of her moistly milking lips.
     The exotic taste of his animal penis made her loins swarm like a 
beehive.  She reveled in a swamp of sensuality, mouthing and tonguing him 
with increasing urgency, her cheeks hollowing passionately, her smoky eyes 
glowing with lust as below, between her widely spread thighs, he lapped 
avidly at her cunt.  His cock was deliciously warm, and spiced 
attractively with the sweet raciness of animal sperm ... the musky scent 
of his genitals was like bread fresh from the oven ...
     The shining smooth cone of his expanding penis fucked up into her 
face with perfect cadence, while his tongue splayed ever deeper into the 
eagerly accepting opening between her shivering thighs with increasing 
enthusiasm.  She nipped and gently scraped with her teeth, swirling her 
tongue in provoking little flicks over his throbbing cock, her mind 
totally fogged by the bizarre licentious hedonism of her immoral act!
     Oh God ... it's like forbidden honey in my mouth ... oh darling ... 
darling ...
     What would his animal cum taste like, she wondered ... warm and 
thick, squirting from the tiny dilated hole in his delicious penis tip, 
spewing hot jets of his liquid down her starving throat ...
     Rex panted with lust.  He had never known anything as exciting as 
this!  Usually he did everything to them, but this woman was actually 
milking his balls and sucking on his penis simultaneously.  His thickly 
turgid dog-shaft felt as it were actually thrusting into a hotly clutching 
vagina, her mouth milked so warmly and nicely around it.  There was an 
exciting difference, though, a lovely difference -- made up of her little 
tongue and teeth nipping and swirling greedily around it so ecstatically!  
He whined as her tongue and mouth caused waves of fiercely escalating 
sensation deep in the depths of his exploding loins, knowing that soon -- 
yes, soon -- the pressure in his balls would release itself and go 
spurting along the entire length of his rod into her greedily coaxing 
mouth!
     Sarah' had never sucked a human male more vigorously or happily.  
Steeped in voracious animalism, the voluptuously curved woman mouthed and 
pulled at his marvelous-tasting animal penis, her loins boiling and ready 
to blow off furiously any second ... yes, she actually wanted his dog cum 
to shoot scathingly into her salaciously drawing mouth ... dripping down 
her throat and filling her wildly heaving belly to the bursting point ...
     A raging tongue of flame seemed to scorch her groin.  Her belly 
seethed ... her fire-filled pussy glowed ...  She clutched lovingly, 
urgently at the handsome German shepherd's largely swollen testicles, 
milking and caressing them urgently as she sucked even more greedily ... 
her brain racked with mindless lust ... her entire fleshy body quivering 
and shaking with desire ... so lost in it in fact that she didn't even 
notice the door to the guest room slide slowly open ...



Chapter 12

     She didn't even see her gorgeous blonde daughter standing there 
through her sex-drugged haze ...
     Yes ... yes ... she was going to climax with an atomic explosion 
beneath his saliva-dripping tongue ...  She heard Rex whine, then yip in 
his own bestial ecstasy ... and then Sarah sobbed into her first ecstatic 
orgasm, gushing cum all over the handsome dog's passion-drenched face ...
     Jan had frozen awestruck upon opening the door.  She couldn't believe 
the amazing sight that confronted her youthful eyes!  Her own mother 
sucking on Rex's cock while he licked her open and orgasm-gushing vagina.  
Possessiveness and jealousy made her knees buckle and she clung tightly to 
the door frame, suffused with a combination of rage and sensuality.  Her 
mother was actually sucking on Rex's penis ...  God!
     In those few paralyzing seconds, the whole of Jan's life and moral 
philosophy turned upside down and inside out.  She shook out her long 
blonde hair, her immense hard breasts heaving.  She recognized her inhuman 
infatuation with this adorable animal for what it was ... a fierce craving 
that excused any misbehavior at all, in terms of conventional morals ...
     After her initial mind-bending orgasm, Sarah glanced up momentarily 
from sucking on the animal's penis and saw her daughter.  The worst was 
done, she reasoned, so she merely pressed her face back to him and 
continued to suck, pressing her loins squishingly over Rex's ardently 
lapping mouth until it fitted over his face like a rubber mask, heading 
with infinite madness towards her next and succeeding orgasms!
     By now Jan was beyond all reason.  She shrugged her nightie off and 
stepped forward, her beautiful, gravity-defying breasts bobbling, large 
and heavily crested.  And then she was crawling in bed next to them!  Rex 
wagged his tail and didn't stop for a minute his delectable licking of 
Sarah's sizzling pussy!  The loving brute then snarled gutturally, his 
flanks pumping furiously, driving his cock in and out of his young 
mistress' mother's hungrily working mouth.  Almost by instinct then Jan 
began stroking softly at his testicles.  Rex whined with ecstasy and the 
load in his balls seemed to increase dramatically.  Fantastic sensation 
were triggered in his heaving animal loins.  The older woman moaned 
suckingly around his swiftly pumping penis ... and then it was jerking and 
spasming crazily out of control inside the warmth of her mouth ... spewing 
out its scalding cum from deeply down inside the well of his sperm-bloated 
testicles!
     The dog groaned.  Stream after stream of viscously burning sperm 
erupted into her mouth as if from an unceasing hose, filling her mouth 
faster than she could swallow it!  It was as if his bladder had opened and 
he was actually urinating down into her throat, the orgasming whining dog 
continued to cum, firing Jan's mother through yet another mind-blasting 
orgasm!  Sensual bliss exploded heavily throughout her bursting loins ... 
over and over again ... one volcanic explosion piled high up on top of the 
last ... until finally his sperm-drained cock was slipping wetly out of 
her cum-flooded mouth and she was groaning and groaning and groaning 
endlessly in the aftermath of the most fiercely blissful climax she'd ever 
had in her life ...

*    *    *

     Steve was still a long ways from being drunk, yet his mind whirled, 
intoxicated, from the unbelievable things that his father-in-law had been 
explaining to him.
     To think -- his mother-in-law and father-in-law were in actuality 
secret swingers.  So that was the real story behind her sucking on his 
cock at the sex exhibition!  A put-up job!  And now he was sold!  She was 
attractive and he had already cum in her mouth once.  There was nothing 
more immoral he could do to her.  Now he wanted only to fuck her and suck 
on her huge, voluminous tits!
     And the pictures his father-in-law had been showing him!  
Unbelievable!  His mind reeled!  Sarah in every incredible kind of 
position, being fucked in the ass, and having her titties sucked, being 
fucked forward, her legs widely spread, her glistening wet pussy showing 
openly, sucking on some strange man's cock!  And those pictures of her 
with young boys that couldn't have been more than eleven years old!
     Unbelievable!
     "You sure you're okay?" Arnold asked him suddenly, breaking into his 
reverie with a warm, strong hand on his shoulder.
     Steve tore his eyes away from his own face in the big mirror on the 
wall behind the cocktail lounge bar and looked at his father-in-law.  
"Huh?  No, I'm all right ... really ... although I still find it a little 
hard to believe, dad ..."
     Arnold Talbott chuckled softly, picking up his martini and toying 
with the toothpick-speared olive.  Everything was going just as they'd 
planned.  They'd babied him along, but he'd be fucking Sarah sure as 
anything in the next twenty-four hours.  He found himself thinking of his 
lovely daughter Jan's luscious, rounded ass as well, and what it might be 
like to be worming his big cock up her hot, wet young cuntal hole for the 
first time ...
     "Not so unbelievable, Stevie boy.  All kinds of things happen 
nowadays.  Swapping is more common than you'd think."
     "And -- you mean, she really talked about me?  I mean, about --?"
     "Damn right, son.  Why, she'd love to have that big eight inches of 
yours ramming up into her cunt!  Take my word for it.  She's spoken of 
nothing else since we got here and the entire month previous.  Why, she's 
always had the hots for you, son.  She'd love it to death to have you fuck 
her!"
     "She really talks about going to bed with me ... all the time?  And 
you wouldn't get sore ...?"  Steve was incredulous.  He'd screwed girls 
before he married Jan, of course, but the Talbotts' attitude towards sex 
was an entirely new twist to him.
     Arnold grabbed his arm.  "Look, let's not beat around the bush.  I'll 
prove it to you.  Let's go home right now.  Sarah's probably in the sack, 
and Jan's sleeping.  You can make it with her right now and I'll stand 
guard on the door while you fuck her!"
     "Wow!"
     Arnold Talbott stood up and picked up the check.  He unrolled a sheaf 
of bills and tossed them on the bar.  "Well, sonny boy?" he asked with a 
smile.  "You coming?  Your mother-in-law ain't gonna wait all night!"
     Back at the house, mother and daughter had made their peace and were 
giving the poor sex-enslaved Rex the loving of his life.  On the big round 
bed, the sleek furry animal was trying to position himself in order to 
imbed his fired-up penis far up inside the older woman's vagina.  "That's 
the way he begins," Jan told her mother heatedly.  "I-I think he's trying 
to fuck you, mother."
     "Ooooooh Jesus," her mother breathed passionately, also positioning 
herself in order to accommodate the handsome dog.  "Reach up and guide his 
cock into me, darling.  This is going to be terrific!  Hurry!"
     Jan did as she was told, reaching back to lovingly grasp Rex's thick 
hardness and aim it towards the pinkly waiting slit of her mother's soft, 
hair-fringed pussy folds.  She cooed affectionately, slightly jealous, 
tenderly massaging his large animal cock.
     Then, suddenly, his cone shaped hardness emerged like a red hot 
branding iron, glistening wet, and Rex began mounting the older woman from 
behind, working the slimly pointed organ up at her anxiously waiting 
rectal passage.
     "Help him, Jan darling!  Please!  Help him get it in me!" Sarah 
begged feverishly, her upthrusted buttocks squirming obscenely backwards 
in search of his cock, struggling to fill her sizzling anal channel.  Jan 
rubbed the swollen mounds of her top-heavy tits into the dog's gleaming 
fur and helped him position his haunches better in order to fuck her 
mother.  Her slender hand guided the heavy rod of animal hardness 
pointedly toward the pink wetness of her love-inflamed pussy channel, 
wetting it more and then placing the tip of it right at the lips of her 
tightly clenched little asshole.
     Then Rex's strong forelegs were gripping tightly around her naked 
waist and hips, the moistened tipped cock sliding effortlessly forward all 
the way into her hungrily absorbing rectal walls!
     "Aaaaarrrrrggggggg ..."
     "Hold tight, darling!" Jan squealed excitedly.  "He's going to fuck 
you now.  It's going to be heavenly!  That's it, Rex!  Hump forward and 
fuck her good!  Give my mama something to remember us by.  Fuck her good, 
just the way you did me!"
     "The way he did who?" asked Steve quietly, and then Jan whirled, 
gasping for breath.  For in the guest room doorway stood gaping their two 
husbands -- one of them, her father!  Their eyes were wide and 
disbelieving at the lewd three-fold orgy they had been watching.  For many 
moments they had been standing there absolutely speechless as if fastened 
in the earth.  Steve felt at first as if his knees were going to buckle, 
but Arnold's strong hand supported him.  His head swam in a gin-swamped 
haze, overwhelmed with shock.
     "Well?" he could hear his father-in-law ask, "this is where we 
separate the men from the boys.  What do you say?"
     "But -- you -- you're not angry?" he asked his father-in-law 
groggily.  "After all, human swapping was one thing, but this!"
     "Hell no.  Christ, this is the most erotic scene I've seen in a long 
time."
     Arnold was right about that, Steve thought.  Christ, his own prudish 
innocent blonde wife Jan, licking that dog's balls ...  She didn't even do 
that with him!  And his own mother-in-law being fucked by it at the same 
time!  Incredible! -- But exciting!
     But maybe he was wrong and Sarah and Arnold were right.  Apparently 
his father-in-law didn't mind at all watching Sarah's asshole being fucked 
by that dog ...  "But Christ, dad," he muttered, "a goddamn dog ..."
     "Better than some cocksucker you hate fucking your wife, huh, sonny 
boy?  Anyway, from the looks of things that dog could teach us a trick or 
two -- and you and I are ready to use them!  Look at the way he fucks into 
Sarah's ass ... he knows what he's doing."
     Jan had almost fainted as she saw the two men in the doorway.  But 
now she hurried to cover her naked body with a sheet and bring her mother 
to her senses.  In the ensuing commotion, Rex pulled his prick out of her 
anus and ran for the door.  "Damn!" Sarah cried, spying on them, "couldn't 
you two bastards have timed it better!  You just stopped me from getting 
one wonderful fucking from that beautiful beast!"
     None of them could believe the unabashed sexuality of Sarah's 
outraged words as she worked herself into a sitting position to face them, 
her breasts pointing nakedly outward, making no effort at all to conceal 
her voluptuously exposed body.  Steve ogled the cock-throbbing sight of 
her sitting there unblushingly with nothing on except her huge white tits, 
their large hardened nipples, and the saucy, brunette fringed triangle in 
her loins, the pink gash of her open pussy folds staring right back at 
him.
     "Well," said Steve's long-haired mother-in-law saucily, her breasts 
shivering, "Is that all you're going to do, Stevie, just stand there 
staring?  Aren't you going to be man enough to please your loving mother-
in-law?"
     At that Steve felt all rational thinking swiftly leave him.  He did 
want to fuck his mother-in-law, and there would never be a better time for 
it than this one.  What could Jan possibly protest, after she had admitted 
letting that dog fuck her, and he had seen her licking the dog's balls

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From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WildYern (10/10)  "A Wild Yearning"
Date: 31 Oct 1995 17:57:36 GMT
Message-ID: <grobert-3110950956320001@pp2.westdat.com>

with his own eyes?
     "Thata boy, son," said Arnold Talbott, slapping him on the back as he 
disrobed and his huge young cock swung outward, pointing straight at his 
mother-in-law, and then Steve crawled up between her widely spread legs 
and wormed his cock all the way up into her impatiently waiting cunt, as 
Sarah clawed at him and screamed a series of obscenities that had no 
beginning nor any ending.
     And with that, Arnold Talbott was free to feast his eyes on his young 
daughter's nudely exposed loveliness.  He ripped the sheet savagely from 
her naked body and jerked her towards him, fastening his mouth hungrily on 
her large, firm breasts.  "Relax, honey," he told her as she tried to 
protest and fight him off, "you're going to learn to enjoy this."
     And she did.  Because before long, her cries of ecstasy as her father 
fucked her flat on her back were matching those of her mother as Steve 
fucked deeply and wildly into the voluptuous older woman.  And then they 
were ready for a lengthy, mind-bending orgy in which everything went.  
They formed little quartets where Jan was sucking on her father's cock 
while being fucked in the ass by her own young husband, with her mother 
sucking on her tits or straddling Arnold with her cunt mashed wetly down 
into his face as he licked her cunt to orgasm.  Or Sarah would be fucked 
backside and cuntside by the two men at the same time, with Rex leaping up 
onto the bed so that she could suck off the darling dog's again lust-
hardened cock.  Before very long both Jan and Steve had gone out of their 
minds with the sweet ecstasy of learning all the many different mouth-sex 
connections there could be in the world, and the strength of their 
marriage solidified, that night, through the comprehension that there were 
other ways of satisfying one's sexual and psychological needs beyond 
merely sleeping only with one's own spouse.
     So that two weeks later, when Marge Levitt had returned from vacation 
and taken Rex back with her next door, it surprised neither of the men 
when Jan and Sarah demanded money of them in order to go out and buy the 
pups that Rex had sired down the block.
     Because little dogs grew up very fast, and who knew that before very 
long the pitter-patter of tiny feet around the WinslowTalbott household 
would become the thump and bounce of large, powerful German shepherds 
jumping onto big round beds and fucking the hell out of both women in the 
house.  Because one good turn deserved another.
     And a small suburban household had found its way to incestuous, 
animalistic swapping happiness ... with mother and daughter marching into 
the bright sexual sunlight, their happy arms around each other's waists in 
an eternal bond of love and mutual admiration ...



The End
