16. Story of Zoo Sex

DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 8
Now that he had had the girl to himself for a day, Jack was ready to share her with his
friends. He and Sam were old whoring buddies from way back. They had shared lots of
good times. He knew Sam would be more than happy to find out about the willing
young chambermaid. Jack didn’t know Butch as well, but he figured there weren’t many
men alive who could turn down a fresh piece of tail like pretty little Dorie.
As Jack had expected, Sam was jubilant about the news. "You mean she likes to screw
dogs, too? I thought I’d never come across anything like that! Jack, old boy," he patted
his friend on the shoulder, "you’re a good scout."
"I always like to share with my pals." Jack was quietly observing the eager look of lust
on Butch’s face. "How do you feel about it, Butch?"
The grin on the other man’s face was the closest thing to the leer of a dirty old man
that Jack had ever seen. "Wow, man! Let me at it!" Butch exclaimed.
They decided the best thing to do would be to get Dorie to join them on the trail. They
didn’t want any hassles from her employers. They’d just find a nice quiet spot.
Dorie was willing. She finished work at noon. She agreed to meet Jack and his friends
at a spot on the trail about a mile from the lodge. "I’ll bring Red with me. That way,
nobody will get suspicious. I always take him for a walk after work."
Jack felt like a member of a pack of vultures as he and his two friends watched Dorie
approach with the big red setter on a leash, straining in front of her. Jack put a
protective arm around the girl and introduced her to the others. "You feel all right
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about this, Dorie?" he asked her quietly.
She looked him straight in the eye. "Sure. I feel fine." She motioned to the others to
follow her. "I know a really nice, secluded spot. It’s a little hard to get to, but no one
will interrupt us there." Both Butch and Sam reached out to grab her ass. They looked
eager as kids around a Christmas tree. Jack grinned to himself. Obviously, his friends
were having difficulty believing their good luck. He followed last in line as they broke
trail through a dense growth of underbrush. Little guilt pangs were beginning to nibble
at him. She seemed so young to have three such horny coots all unleashed on her at
once. He had to remind himself that the girl apparently had no qualms whatsoever. She
seemed very sure of what she was doing.
The men were amazed when the seemingly endless undergrowth suddenly gave way to
a grassy little clearing. A steep rocky crag jutted up from it on one side. Everywhere else
it was snugly bordered by snarly bush. "You really know these woods, honey," Sam
congratulated her.
"Why shouldn’t I? I’ve lived here all my life." She pulled a blanket from her pack and
spread it on the grass. She smiled at the incredulous looks on the faces of the men.
"Well, you didn’t expect me to get stickers all over me, did you?"
Jack decided not to worry about Dorie anymore. She was more than capable of looking
after herself. Next she pulled out a fifth of gin. She offered it to Sam first. "What say we
make a little party of it?"
He pulled out his own liquor. "Scotch is my drink, honey. You’re welcome to it, if you
like." She grinned impishly at him. "Ladies drink gin," she said. She tipped the bottle
back and swigged. "There, now I feel nice and warm." She stood up and began to
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remove her lumberjack shirt and jeans. A strange little smile played over her features as
she watched the men’s reactions.
Sam and Butch were sitting on the rug, staring wide-eyed at the girl. Their cheeks were
flushed with the first hard swallows of booze, and with the lust that was rampaging
through their loins.
"Whew-ee!" Butch whistled and clapped his hands. "Take it off!" Her full tits were
naked now. They stood up round and hard-tipped, responding to the slight chill in the
air. She turned around and bent over to remove her boots. "What an ass! God, you’re a
sexy little bitch!" Butch turned around to look for Jack to offer his congratulations and
appreciation of the prize he had brought them. The hard look on Jack’s face deterred
him. He turned back to the scene of the action and whistled again. She was working
her jeans down over her ass. Sam reached up and pinched her. The red welt his fingers
left only inflamed their lust.
Jack was standing behind the others, observing. The dog Red was tethered to a tree at
his side. The dog pranced nervously as he watched Dorie undress.
Jack felt a surge in his cock. Perverted as the situation was, it was turning him on, to a
kind of eager brutal excitement he had seldom experienced. In this mood, he knew he
could do anything.
Dorie had shed the last of her clothes. She stood, gazing sultrily at each of the men in
turn, running her hands suggestively over her swelling tits, her trim waist, her tight
little blonde bush. It was more than Butch and Sam could resist. They rose to their feet
and stripped. Sam held the woman in a tight, groping embrace and kissed her
passionately. He handed her over to Butch. Butch’s approach was cruder, more direct.
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He shoved two fingers right up into her moist snatch. Her reply was a wanton animal
moan.
Jack squatted down on the ground next to Red to watch. He wasn’t ready to participate
yet, but watching the lurid scene fascinated him. The men’s urgent, unpolished desire…
the woman’s abandoned surrender. It was as if she wanted to degrade herself as much
as possible, he thought. As though she were getting a weird masochistic thrill out of
being sex object to four men who wanted her only for her sex.
The men were debating who should get her first. At last it was decided that Butch
would have the honor. He grinned mischievously as he pushed the girl down onto her
back on the blanket. While she moaned and pleaded beneath him, he rammed his
fingers again and again deep into her craving cunt.
"Oh God, it’s good! Stick your cock in me, lover! Shit, you’re making me so horny, I
can’t stand it!"
"That’s the way I want you, baby!" He was stroking his long, hard cock with menacing
glee. Jack thought it was the longest cock he had ever seen… at least a good nine inches
"How do you like my prick, baby?" he asked the girl. His words were cold, taunting. It
was obvious his feeling for Dorie was all in his cock.
She reached forward, tried to grab it, but he slapped her hand away. "Oooohh, it’s so
big and hard," she wailed. "I want it in me! God, how I want to get fucked!"
Sam was kneeling by her head, stroking his cock, watching the progress of the lewd
scene with eager interest. It was obvious by his leering grin that he admired the way his
friend Butch was handling the girl. He had her begging for cock as though it were life
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and breath itself to her. Slowly, Sam’s fingers caressed his turgid prick. "Give it to her,
Butch!" he encouraged his friend. "The little bitch is dying for cock. And it looks to me
like you’ve got exactly what she wants!"
"Yeah! You bet I have!" At last Butch was ready to sink his aching cock deep in her
hungry twat. Her blonde cunt-mound was grinding upward, begging for him. He
positioned himself between her thighs, aimed his cock-head at the tight pink hole, and
shoved.
"Uuuuuhhh! Oh, God, it’s so big in meeeee! I love it! I love it! Fuck me, lover!" Her
fists were clenched and her eyes were closed tight. While the big man stroked his cock
furiously in and out of her, she mewled and writhed and churned under him. Watching
from his nearby vantage point, Jack thought she was going to go out of her mind with
passion. "Aaaaiiieee! I’m commmm-in-gg!" she cried.
That reaction had been quick and sudden. She’d been waiting for cock so long that the
minute she got it, it drove her right on up to glorious, frantic release.
Jack watched the self-satisfied smile that curled Butch’s features. The big man was
having the time of his life, screwing the brains out of a girl who responded to all his
fondest illusions. She was hot and horny, obviously just the way Butch liked them. The
more he watched, the harder the swelling in Jack’s own groin grew. He stroked his cock
every now and then, just for reassurance. Already he was beginning to plot his turn.
She would never forget the drubbing he was going to give her.
Half out of control with unsated lust, Sam could hold off no longer. He turned the girl’s
head to the side and knelt facing her. She made no protest when he forced his hard,
aching cock deep into her throat. "Suck it, honey! Jee-zuz, what a sweet hot mouth
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you’ve got!"
Her lips were moving with a frantic hunger that made Jack’s own cock throb with
remembered pleasures. The longer he watched, the more impressed he became with the
young blonde’s limitless capacity for sensuality. She was taking two full-swollen pricks,
one in each end, with no apparent strain.
"Mmmmmmm… uuuuuhhhhh!" Dorie managed to moan around Sam’s cock.
Jack reached over and stroked the head of the big Irish setter who was sitting calmly
now, watching the lurid display with a tireless stare. "You’re a good fella, Red! Not
jealous at all, are you, big boy?" The dog briskly licked Jack’s hand. The man was
reminded that he and the dog had already shared the lewd excitement that Sam and
Butch were experiencing now. "Jee-zuz! When are you guys going to let a friend have a
chance!" he teased them. He was in the spirit of the orgy now… Dorie was no longer a
tender young woman in his mind. She was a sexual objec… a hot, willing piece of
woman-flesh that his cock yearned for.
Both Butch and Sam were stroking their cocks furiously into the blonde. Butch’s prick
soared slickly in and out of Dorie’s well-lubricated pussy. Sam struck her tonsils on
each deep inward plunge. It seemed the more ardently one man stroked, the harder his
friend strove to catch up. Butch lifted Dorie’s ass high off the ground, so her legs
straddled his neck oh either side. He was getting her deep and hard.
The blonde’s cries grew more feverish. "Ooooohhh, I’m commmmmmingg-g!" she
managed to wail around Sam’s prick. At once she returned her attention to nibbling his
cock. It didn’t take much more. Within seconds, Sam was squirting his heavy load deep
into her throat.
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His fists clenched in her hair as he worked out his passion. "Uuuuhhh! Christ! I’m
filling your sweet mouth, baby!"
Butch was not far behind. He shoved his cock deep into her cunt and began pumping
her full of his cum. "Uuuuuuhhhh! Oh!" And he was done. He was too exhausted to
protest when Jack edged him aside.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 7
Jack spent the day out in the woods with his friends tracking a deer, but never got off a
shot. Sam and his friend, Butch, complained loudly, but Jack was happy enough with
the day. Fresh air and the outdoors meant more to him than bringing back fresh kill.
When he was heading into the lodge dining room for dinner, Dorie pulled him quickly
aside. "Meet me out at the barn at nine," she whispered.
Jack grinned as he watched her shapely ass disappear down the hall. His cock lurched
contentedly in his pants. He was ready for another adventure and he knew that Dorie
was just the girl to give it to him.
Sam was smiling at Jack as he approached their table. "You’ve got yourself a fan club
here too, eh? I thought you told me this was your first visit up here."
"It is." Jack reached for a roll and began to eat. He wasn’t ready to cut the others in on
his action. Not yet.
At nine sharp, Jack excused himself from the group of men who had gathered to swap
hunting stories. "I’ve got some sleep to catch up on. Didn’t get too much of it last
night."
Dorie was already waiting for him around the corner of the barn. She whistled at him
as he approached and beckoned him to follow her. She led him around to a door that
led into the back of the building. They were in a small room, stacked with sacks of
grain on the outside and sprinkled with a clean coating of hay in the center. A big setter
rose from his corner and trotted over to meet them.
"This is Red," Dorie told him. "He belongs to the owner, but I look after him most of
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the time. Red looks after me too." The room had no windows, so the oil lamp that
Dorie lit was not going to betray their presence to any casual passers-by. Dorie made
light of Jack’s nervousness. "Don’t worry. I come out here all the time. No one ever
disturbs me. I thought you and me and Red could have a nice little private party."
"Well, if you say it’s cool… it’s all right with me."
"You can just sit down and watch if you like, for a while. Maybe you’ll want to join us
later." The night was warm enough for the girl to strip off her clothes and feel no
discomfort. Jack admired the full lush swell of her breasts, her amazingly tiny waistline,
her firm hips, just big enough to grab. She acted as though she were alone, and the
pretense excited the older man. It was just like attending a porn show.
She kneeled on the floor and wrapped her arms around the big red setter’s neck. His
head was buried lewdly against her well-shaped tits. They romped like children for a
few minutes. Jack watched her breasts bouncing with her activity. Between the blonde-
furred lips of her cunt he could now and then catch a teasing glimmer of pink flesh.
She was giggling wildly while she rolled on the floor. The dog licked her all over. Her
nipples stood up firm and pink under his attentions. When the animal nosed out her
twat, he became more furious in his pursuits. While she lay on her back, legs parted, he
licked hungrily over her seething cunt.
Jack could see that the animal had a hard-on. A red shaft was protruding lewdly from
his hairy cock-sheath. The young woman, too, was becoming intensely aroused. She
rolled her head from side to side on the hay-covered floor while she groaned out her
appreciation of the hungry tongue on her twat.
"Mmmmmm… that’s the way, lover. lick my pussy. Feels good." There was no doubt
the blonde was getting an added lurid thrill from performing before an audience like
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this. Though she didn’t look at Jack, she always made sure her pussy was poised in such
a way that he could get a good eyeful of her wet snatch. "Oooooohhh… I love having
my cunt licked like this!"
The older man’s eyes never left the unnatural pair. It seemed silly to him now that he
had never wanted to watch his wife get it on with their dog. Not that Ellen had exactly
offered to perform for him, but then, he had never shown any interest either. He hadn’t
let himself believe that his wife had anything more than a vindictive interest in screwing
a dog. To his mind, she had been making a bid to get his attention back. It hadn’t
worked then. But right now, watching this pretty young teenager with the dog, he was
beginning to entertain lusty thoughts about his own wife and her bizarre perversion.
Thoughts of Ellen faded from his mind as he grew more and more engrossed by the
wide-open snatch displayed before him. The dog’s long tongue licked roughly over
Dorie’s pussy again and again. It was having its desired effect. Juices were flowing
copiously from her twat, though the animal labored to lick them up as quickly as they
appeared. Her face was a mask of contorted lust in the lamplight. Just looking at her
face made Jack’s prick pulse heatedly in his pants.
"You’re a sexy woman, Dorie," he murmured as his hand rubbed roughly over his
groin. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling his cock out right then and
shoving it into her. But he wanted to see how the show would progress. He wanted to
see that big red dog-cock buried in her tight blonde twat.
Her only response to his comment was to slowly position herself on hands and knees
and to pat her ass lewdly. The dog apparently understood the gesture. At once, he
closed in on her. He raised himself on his hand legs and wrapped his forelegs around
her shapely white buttocks. His loins surged forward again and again, searching for a
hot wet hiding place for his stiff tapered cock.
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Dorie undulated her ass backward, doing all she could to help the dong find his mark.
She groaned in frustration every time the animal’s slick cudgel slipped down over her
ass-crevice without finding its way up into her needing pussy. "Ooooohhh, do it to me,
Red! Fuck my pussy! Aaiieee… I need it so bad!"
The dog seemed desperate. His paws inched forward. His loins thrust against her with a
ravenous fury. Jack thought the animal looked almost relieved when at last the blonde
reached back and grabbed his hard prick. She guided the tip to her pussy and waited
for him to shove.
It was not a long wait. The dog rammed his prick at once deep into her lewdly
accepting twat. Without pausing, he began to pull out, then shove forward again. The
action became a quick pumping rhythm that brutally plundered the girl’s taut young
pussy.
Jack was waiting for her to scream out a protest. Instead he was amazed at the ecstasy
that twisted her features. She ground her ass-cheeks lewdly backward, aiding the dog in
his merciless assault. "Mmmmm… your cock feels so good in my pussy, Red, darling!
Ooohh, fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
Her eyes closed, she concentrated all her energy on the tireless skewering she was
getting from behind. While his cock throbbed to aching hardness in his pants, Jack kept
his eyes glued on the willing pink pussy and the relentless red canine cock. He had
never seen anything so perverted in his life. And he was pretty sure his cock had never
been harder. Watching the girl fanned a hot fire deep in his groin.
"Jee-zuz, Dorie… you’re the hottest little bitch I’ve ever seen in my life!" For a moment,
he wondered whether Ellen got this hot when she was screwing Jet. The thought
inflamed him. But he had little time to think about Ellen now.
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The man lost all track of time as he watched the dog and the young woman grinding
their loins together with the amorous enthusiasm of two young lovers. The animal’s
tongue darted lewdly from his mouth. The woman’s mouth gaped open as her body was
rocked forward and back by the force of the animal’s motions. There seemed to be little
difference between the two. "Oh God! God! It’s so good! That’s it, boy! Keep fucking!
Aiieeee!" Dorie shrieked.
Jack had never seen a lover more energetic than the big hunting dog. The way the dog
went at it, it seemed his sexual energy would last forever. The aching down in Jack’s
own balls had become unbearable. He needed some relief. It was time for him to join
the fun.
He pulled his cock from his fly and stood up. The girl paid no attention to him as he
kneeled in front of her and offered his cock to her open mouth. All it took, though, was
two firm hands guiding her mouth to the swollen prick. Then she attacked it, taking all
his cock into her throat at once. Then, without pause, she started to work her head
back and forth, establishing the same frantic speed over the man’s cock as the dog’s
cock had set up into her own cunt. "Mmmmmm…" Her lewd burbles of appreciation
leaked out around the filling thickness in her mouth.
Jack grunted with earthy pleasure and stroked the soft blonde hair eagerly, guiding her
head motions up and down. Her mouth was a titillating, buttery mold for his pulsing
member. It was paradise to feel her lips on him like this, rousing his cock to even
greater hardness. "Jee-zuzz-z… you’re good, baby… You sure know how to suck a mean
cock!"
She smiled up at him a moment, her pretty face strangely distorted by the cock
spreading her lips wide. She was enjoying sucking his prick. Her task was adding
immeasurably to the salacious thrill of being screwed by the dog.
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It sent weird little tingles soaring up and down Jack’s spine to be facing the dog like
this, over the woman’s back. Man and animal were partners in the ruthless degrading of
the lovely, willing teenager kneeling between them. In the dog’s eyes, Jack thought he
could see the mindless lust that must be reflected in his own.
"She’s some broad, isn’t she, Red old boy!" Jack’s wry grin dissolved into a pained
expression of overwhelming pleasure. He could feel her tongue stabbing into his cock-
slit, looking for a first taste of his hot juices. The delicious way she was sucking him
made Jack eager to give it to her… to fill her mouth with his hot bubbling load. "You
really want it, don’t you baby?" he teased her. "Uuuuuuhhh…" He sucked in a lungful
of air between his teeth. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
The woman’s shapely white back, her perfect figure, writhed shamelessly between her
two urgent, masterful lovers. The dog’s cock was splitting her pussy-lips wide, rubbing
raw the nerve-endings that blared out more and more urgent calls of pleasure. The
more stimulated her cunt became, the more ravenously she nibbled on the man’s cock.
Never before had she had the opportunity to suck a man’s cock while the dog screwed
her. It was unbelievably exciting. She was glad Jack’s confession about his wife had
prompted her to make the obscene offer.
The three unnaturally bound orgiasts moaned and panted and grunted together for long
minutes of passion. For this short while, there was no distinction between animal and
human. They were all after the same thing.
Dorie’s ass-cheeks thrust hungrily up against the dog’s loins. Her mouth worked with
unceasing ardor over the man’s fat slick prick in her mouth. From time to time, she
would grin up at the older man. The look of lust in his face seemed to give her a
renewed pride in her work.
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Jack noticed her hips beginning to slam harder against the dog’s loins. Then he realized
the dog too was picking up the pace.
"Jee-zuz, I think Red’s going to do it, baby! I think he’s going to fill you full of hot
white stuff! Shit!" The lurid idea made the excitement pulse more hotly in his own
balls. That a woman should welcome animal cum deep into her belly! The idea was
perverted, but it turned Jack on as he would never have believed it could. Now, at last,
he was learning to understand his wife and her bestial passion. "Christ, I don’t think I
can hold on much longer! You’re really doing it to me, woman!"
Her lips were tugging greedily on his cock-head with every outward stroke. The effect
was rousing.
"Jee-zuz Christ! I’m commmmiing!" Jack yelped.
Even as he was struggling with the force of his own climax, the man realized the dog
was coming too. He slammed his furry loins hard against her ass, holding himself there,
filling her. "Shit, he’s coming in you, too, Dorie! Your cunt’s full of goddamned dog
cum!"
by the wanton way Dorie was writhing between her two lovers, it was apparent she was
climaxing too. Little mewls of pleasure bubbled from her throat, around the deflating
shaft of Jack’s cock that she still held possessively between her lips. They lay together a
long while before Jack fucked her.
When the dog was settled down, Dorie and Jack left the barn together. "I go this way,"
she whispered. "See you tomorrow."
He held her arm. "You really like to play hard, baby! You’re one hell of a woman!" For
the first time they kissed. Their mouths explored one another’s hotly. Nothing was held
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back. Both their defenses were down. "You liked that, didn’t you, baby?"
"Yeah… I liked it!" He could see her clear eyes shining in the moonlight.
"What say I line up another adventure for us? With lots of manpower."
She looked eager. "Sounds good. Now, you’ve got to let me go get some sleep. I’m a
working girl you know."
He patted her on the ass, and let her go.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 6
It was late when the three men arrived at the hunting lodge. They shared a pint of
whiskey in the lounge, then each went off to his own room.
Jack Banyon was awakened by a soft rapping at his door. "What is it?" he demanded
gruffly.
"It’s the maid, sir. I was wondering if it was all right if I started cleaning up now.
"I’m still in bed, for chrissakes."
The young female voice sounded disappointed. "All right, sir. I’ll come back later."
Jack had a hunch. "Hold it. Come in here for a minute."
A key turned in his lock and a voluptuous young blonde let herself into the room. She
stood shyly by the door, though her blue eyes assessed the man boldly.
Jack grinned. He had noticed this young woman last night, in the lounge. She’d been
dressed in casual slacks and sweater then. He hadn’t realized she worked here. Her lush
body straining against her tight-fitting clothes had had at least half his attention during
the time he’d spent in the lounge with his buddies. It seemed a happy stroke of fate had
brought her to his very bed this morning.
"Am I interfering with your schedule?" he asked.
The gleam in her eyes told him this girl had had more experience than she was letting
on. "I like to get my work done as early as possible. But we’re not supposed to bother
the paying guests."
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"Don’t worry, honey. You’re not hassling me." He noticed her eyes following his naked
body with interest as he sat up in bed and reached for his cigarettes. He held the sheet
carelessly over his loins while he lit up. "Why don’t you start cleaning up in the
bathroom? I’ll be out of here in a few minutes." He assessed her reaction through the
thin curl of his cigarette smoke. She was interested, no doubt about that.
"If you’re sure, sir."
"I’m sure."
"Thank you." Her pretense of shyness seemed to disappear as she walked easily toward
the bathroom. Her youthful, rounded hips swayed provocatively. Even through the
shapeless white skirt of her uniform, they looked damned good to fuck.
He smoked his cigarette slowly, relishing the knowledge that he could take his time,
that she would be ready. He could hear her humming to herself as she ran the faucets
in the bathroom. Jack was glad he had decided to accompany his friends on their
hunting trip. He couldn’t care less about stalking game in the woods. At the moment,
his sole interest was the kind of quarry that scrubbed out hotel rooms early in the
morning.
At last he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up. He was naked. His cock protruded
long and menacing from his loins. It had been throbbing right from the first moments
of her entrance. With the self-confidence born from long experience, Jack had been able
to spot the kind of girl who was ripe for adventures.
He walked into the bathroom and found her kneeling on the bathmat, scrubbing the
tub. She was unaware of his entrance. He knelt behind her and stroked lightly over her
skimpily covered legs. The soft feel of her flesh through the light shiny material of her
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uniform made his cock lurch lustily. It brushed ever so slightly against her upturned
buttocks.
Though he was sure she was aware of his presence, she did not turn around. She did
wave her hips, though, giving him a salacious go-ahead. She continued to scrub the tub,
less energetically now. He could tell she was waiting.
Grinning at her sly response, he began to slip her skirt up over her hips. To his shock
and delight, he found that she wore no panties underneath. It seemed a risky way to go
around doing housework. Undoubtedly he had not been the first man to discover her
tantalizing secret.
His fingers caressed the round swelling cheeks of her ass. She looked over her shoulder
and grinned at him. "You late-risers are all the same," she murmured.
"Late-riser, fuck. You realize it’s only a quarter to seven?"
"That’s late for a hunter."
"But early for a chambermaid."
She was responding lewdly to his lusty caresses. "Well, I have to admi… I hit your room
first. I saw you looking at me m the lounge last night. So naturally I checked out your
room number."
"You’re a smart girl."
"This isn’t much of a job. I have to seek my compensations where I can find them.
You’re a good-looking guy."
He ogled the creamy ass-flesh under his fingertips. "You’re a good-looking girl.
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Beautiful, in fact."
She giggled. "Well don’t go asking me what a beautiful girl like me’s doing in a place
like this. The answer is boring."
"Like what?"
"Like my old man’s one of the guides here. He gets his on the trail. I get mine back
home."
"I didn’t know many women came to this lodge."
"I told you it was a boring story. Now why don’t we quit talking and screw?"
Jack couldn’t find any fault in a response like that. Though he was sure the pretty
chambermaid was no more than twenty, at the very most, she was wise in the ways of
the world. And she sure as hell knew what her pussy was for, if her old man didn’t.
Jack slipped his turgid cock in along the crevice of her ass and slid it back and forth.
She squirmed back against him and moaned softly. Her sponge had fallen useless into
the tub now. She clung to the side in lusty expectation of that hard cock probing
against her naked ass.
"Mmmmm, that’s a nice one. I can tell just by the way the head rubs against me. It’s
going to feel good up in my pussy."
The unpretentious sexuality of this young beauty was turning Jack on like he hadn’t
been turned on in some time. He stuck a finger up inside her juicy cunt and relished
the tight spasming caress of her internal muscles. He coated his cock-head liberally with
her moisture. Then he parted her cheeks so he could eyeball her pink, hair-fringed hole.
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"That sure is a pretty pussy, baby. I’m going to enjoy this."
Bending over a tub, waiting for a stranger to impale her on his cock, made the young
woman quiver with passion. She lurched backward against his cock, trying to trap it up
inside her eager twat. The firm caress of his fingers holding her ass-cheeks made her
hungry for more of his loving. "Stick it in me, baby. Oooohh, I want it so bad!"
"Me too!" Unable to wait another moment, he shoved his lubricated prick deep into her
cunt. The rippling grasp of her pussy-muscles made him grunt with erotic haste. He
pulled out, until just his cock-head was still buried in her hole. Then he shoved deep up
inside once again. It was a bold, primitive rhythm, lacking in finesse, but it was what
they both wanted right now.
"Uuuuuhhhh! Jee-zuz!" She had buried her head in her arms. She concentrated on the
powerful strokes surging in and out of her cunt. Little fiery pangs of splendid passion
darted throughout her half-naked body, making her tremble and moan with abandon.
"Mmm, you really know how to use that big sweet cock of yours, daddy! Do it! Screw
me! Screw me!"
"Fuck, woman!" She was no longer a girl in his eyes now. She was a woman! No
creature who could squeeze and flutter her pussy like that was anything less than one
hundred per cent woman. "That is one beautiful tight twat you’ve got there! Man, I
don’t know when my cock’s ever been treated like this!"
All along the length of his soaring cock, tantalizing nibbles of hot flesh urged him to
mounting lust. Her pussy opened and closed over him repeatedly, milking his
throbbing shaft. As he became more and more obsessed with the contagious sexuality of
the blonde, his fingers dug into her shapely ass-flesh… his cock assaulted her cunt with
greater force and passion.
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He was pleased with himself. This was one hell of a way to start the day. Wouldn’t the
boys be jealous if they knew!
Soon the boys and their jealousy became unimportant. He stroked his cock deep into
the cunt before him with growing speed and abandon. He could feel the load bubbling
in his balls, aching for release. Once he had blown his wad into this pretty, talented
cunt, he would be ready to face lions today. This girl made him feel like a real, rutting
male.
"Do it to me! Oh God!" she wailed. "It’s good! So damned good!"
"Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah! Jee-zuz, you’re hot!"
In a moment, he knew why. "I’m coming!" he yelped.
As soon as he knew she had let go, he relaxed the iron grip he had held on himself. His
thick heated load surged from his cock, filled her belly with roiling semen. "Uuuhh! It’s
good coming in you, baby!"
When at last he pulled his cock from her sated cunt, a thin trail of cum followed him.
"You’re sensational, baby. I hope I’ll be seeing more of you while I’m here."
She struggled to her feet and rearranged her uniform. "Try and stop me." She grinned
up at him.
He patted her on the ass and led her to the door. "Why don’t you bring us both up
some breakfast, and we can talk a little."
She drank coffee while she watched him plow through a heaping plateful of ham,
bacon, eggs and pancakes. "I like a man with a big appetite… for everything."
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"You’re looking at the right man."
"What does your wife think of your lusty appetites?" She enjoyed the look of surprise
on his face.
"How did you know I was married?"
She was letting him know, if he didn’t already, that she was in control of what
happened to her. "You can always tell, baby. Don’t ever forget that. It’s written on your
forehead just as indelibly as your eyebrows."
"Hey… that’s heavy." He chuckled. "And I thought if anyone knew how to play the cool
guy, it was me."
"You’re pretty cool, but you’re still married."
"My wife knows how I am. She doesn’t mind." The jaded grin looked unnatural on her
young, un-lined face. "Yeah… they never do."
He was going to show her. "Look, baby. My wife’s different. She’s got her own thing."
"Good for her. Like what?"
He had never told anyone, but he felt in this case it wouldn’t hurt. The two women
would never meet. "She likes to get it on with dogs."
"Oh yeah? So do I."
Jack was speechless. He had thought his wife was unique. He had steered clear of her
perversion, had never even watched her with Jet. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to
handle it. But the thought of watching this young, sexy blonde screwing a dog turned
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him on. He wasn’t involved with the chambermaid. "Wow… how about letting me
watch?"
She giggled. "Sure. It would be a turn-on for me too, to have somebody watch me. I’ll
set it up. Guess I better get back to work now."
"Hey! What’s your name?"
She peeked back around the doorframe. "Dorie. See you later."

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 5
The women spent the rest of the day lying round, talking, smoking, making love. When
it came time to eat dinner, Mona insisted upon driving down to the local deli to pick up
a pizza. She said she wanted to do it for Ellen, kiddingly remarking that she looked too
exhausted to lift a fork, let alone go anywhere.
Ellen willingly gave her friend the keys to her stationwagon. If forced to, she could have
mustered up the strength to go out. But she had something else in mind.
Making love to Mona all day had been an intensely stimulating, rewarding experience.
But it seemed the more Ellen got, the more she wanted. She was anxious to feel Jet’s
hard thick cock penetrating her pussy. But she didn’t dare do it in front of Mona. By
the time Mona waited for the pizza to be cooked and drove there and back, Ellen could
have a good session with Jet securely under her belt.
She accompanied her girl friend to the kitchen door that led into the garage. As soon as
she opened it, the big German shepherd came bounding inside.
"Poor baby!" Moan laughed. "I guess I’ve been keeping you away from him too long.
He looked starved for company."
"Well, we’ll keep each other company while you’re gone, darling. I really appreciate
this, Mona. See you soon."
They kissed a brief farewell. Ellen waited until she heard the car pull out of the
driveway before she led Jet into the bedroom. Fucking in the living room seemed just a
little too daring, with her friend expected back. An extra door between her and
discovery would give her an added margin of safety. She pushed the door shut, but did
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not notice that it failed to latch and swung open a little way.
The redhead’s thighs still felt sticky from her day’s lovemaking as she knelt on the
bedroom rug, naked, and waved her ass at the excited dog. Jet had been receiving little
attention since Mona’s arrival and he responded eagerly to Ellen’s advances.
He moved in on her waving buttocks and licked hungrily over her lewdly exposed cunt.
Ellen moaned and tilted her ass higher to give the dog better access to her pussy. She
mewled with delight when his tongue found her cunt-hole and teased it unmercifully.
"Ooooohhh, Je… that’s the way, darling! Are you getting horny for me? Did you miss
your mama the last couple of days?"
The dumb animal licked with renewed enthusiasm over her pussy and asshole. He
growled softly. Ellen looked back over her shoulder and grinned at the sight of his
swollen cock protruding red and tapered from his sheath.
"That’a boy, Jet darling! Now… up, boy, up! Ooooohh, Je… fuck meeeee!" To the
woman’s surprise, the dog managed to find her cunt on his first try. His pointed cock-
head soared deep into her welcoming twat. Without pausing an instant on full
penetration, he began to ram his turgid cudgel in and out of her cunt with determined
speed and intensity. "Uuuuuuhhhh… jeez, Je… that’s awfully… uuuuuhhh… good!"
Impaled once again on her big pet’s cock, Ellen smiled in relief. Making love to Mona
was wonderful, but she had hungered for something hard and relentless filling her
responsive cunt. For just a little while now, she would allow herself the luxury of
writhing shamelessly back against her dog’s loins, taking his cock deep inside her belly.
When Mona came back, it would be just their little secre… hers and Jet’s.
Her white round ass ground hungrily backward, as though trying to suck the dog’s
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prick up inside. "Fuck me, Jet! Ooooohh, yess… fuck me!" Her mind began to spin its
lurid fantasies of how she was the abject slave of this powerful dog, kneeling before him
to give him his pleasure… sacrificing her naked ass to his bestial lust.
Far from envisioning a fairy story, Mona at this moment found herself confronting
something much closer to a tale of horror. She was kneeling outside the bedroom door,
watching her girl friend kneeling on the rug, fucking her pet dog. It was incredible!
Mona had to pinch herself and blink and blink again to be sure she was not dreaming
some awful dream. But it was true.
She had come back into the house to fetch her wallet, and she had found her best
friend fucking her dog with oblivious relish. Truth was indeed wilder than fiction.
For the first few moments, the blonde had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep
from crying aloud. She wanted to run in there and stop them, to convince Ellen that
she must stop humiliating herself, sacrificing herself to this bestial ritual. But the longer
she watched, the more she began to wonder what it was that was bringing that look of
ecstasy to her friend’s face. More than the fact of the dog’s cock, what fantasy had Ellen
built up in her mind to derive so much pleasure from this depraved coupling?
The more Mona thought about it, the more excited she became. Little hot flashes of
arousal flared from her tingling pussy. The sensual awakening she had been
experiencing all day had left her receptive to ideas of broader experimentation. Closer
now to awareness of her own sexuality with what could turn people on.
The couple of drinks she’d had this afternoon helped to unshackle her inhibitions. She
began to imagine the sensations of that hard red prick stabbing into wet pussy-flesh.
She toyed with the kind ofmental images Ellen must be entertaining right now. The
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loud lewd cries that sprang tirelessly from her redhead’s lips helped give her a clearer
idea of the workings of Ellen’s mind.
"Oooooohhhhh… you luck me so good, baby! I love having your big red cock in me! I
love it! You’re so good to me, Jet darling!"
She really likes it, Mona thought as she watched, fascinated by the bright red cock
slipping in and out of the wet pussy. Her own cunt began to grow damp with her lust.
It was almost as though she could imagine what it was like now… as though she could
feel the dog-cock reaming her cunt wide. Too preoccupied to be shocked by her own
perversion, she watched wide-eyed with wonder as Ellen’s whole body trembled out its
orgasm.
"Oh, God, Jet! You’re making me come, doggie darling! Oh shit, you’re doing it to me
so good! Hurry up! Give me some more before Mona comes back!"
The watching blonde started at the unexpectedmention of her own name. She felt a
passing pang of guilt about spying on her friend like this. But then, her friend was
being a little underhanded herself.
Her jaw dropped open in amazement as a long drip of spittle splashed from the dog’s
tongue onto the woman’s back. Disgusting as she would have found the sight under
usual circumstances, Mona now felt a new sensation. She reached down just to pat her
cunt through her dress, to quell the aching there. But within moments, she found
herself with her skirt up to her waist while her fingers delved into her panties and
stroked her clit. As her clit became more and more engorged with blood, she had to
bite her lip to keep from moaning.
Completely unaware of her audience in the hallway, Ellen ground her ass tirelessly back
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against her dog’s loins. She savored every hard filling stroke of the dog’s cock as it
drove its way deep into her craving pussy. She closed her eyes and imagined how she
must look, kneeling depravedly in front of a big animal, wailing with passionate ecstasy.
"Uuuuuhhh…" Her lips wore an unnatural smile. "My pussy’s so hot, so wide open."
Hearing her friend referring to her pussy reminded Mona of how it had felt and tasted
just a couple of hours ago. She wondered if Ellen had been thinking then about finding
a chance to fuck the dog later. The idea excited her. It was so lewd. Ellen’s greedy
sexuality impressed the younger woman. Because Ellen, her new woman lover, was
doing this thing, Mona felt moved to consider doing it herself some time… just to see
what it was like.
Never before in her life had she even imagined that women would do things like this.
Now she found herself playing with the idea herself, at the inspiration of her
unknowing, sexy girl friend. For one brief instant, she reflected with amazement on
how great a change just a couple of days away from her husband had brought. She
blushed, then she grinned. She couldn’t be all that weird. After all, Ellen was doing
already far more than Mona had ever even attempted.
Mona stabbed a finger deep into her cunt and began to work it back and forth in time
to the dog’s cock stroking into Ellen’s pussy. She thrust her own ass a little higher in
the air, in imitation of the way Ellen was lurching back at the animal’s lusty thrusts.
Her eyes grew heavy with arousal as her body grew weaker and weaker. Her twat felt
like it was on the verge of exploding. She stroked harder, faster, as Jet did likewise. By
the look on Ellen’s face, it was apparent the redhead was feeling just as abandoned as
she was.
For long minutes, the orgy continued, with Ellen fucking her dog wildly in the
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bedroom, and Mona stroking her own pussy in the hall. The harder the dog rammed
his prick into Ellen’s cunt, the more feverishly the woman humped back. She could feel
him getting even harder. Obviously, he was getting ready to blow his wad. The thought
made the redhead weak with arousal.
"Oh, yeah, Jet! Do it, darling! Fill my pussy with your sweet cum!"
Mona’s mouth gaped open as she waited for the lusty moment when the dog would
squirt her girl friend full of cum. It seemed to her the long red prick was getting even
bigger as it flew in and out of Ellen’s pussy. It was just like a man’s, she though…
getting extra hard before he was ready to come.
"Uuuuuhhhh! Ooooohhh… it’s good in meee! Fill me, lover!" Ellen could feel the thick
dog-juices overflowing her pussy. The sensation caused her heated twat to spasm once
again in delicious orgasm. "Fuck, me too! I’m coming too, Jet!"
The lascivious sight drove Mona over the top. She stuffed her finger far into her twat
and held it there while the rush of orgasm swept through her. As she struggled to
regain her breath, she marveled at the obscene event that had just made her enjoy her
most intense orgasm of the day. She was beginning to understand why she had
instinctively mistrusted her sexuality with her husband. It seemed that her lust was a
Pandora’s Box. Once opened, it was releasing all kinds of dark and unworldly fantasies
and misdeeds.
Anxious now to accomplish the mission she had been sent out on, Mona found her
wallet and headed for the deli. She hoped none of her agitation showed as she and Ellen
sat and ate pizza together. To Mona, there was an almost humorous irony to the fact
that they were talking about slip covers when something far more tantalizing was on
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both their minds.
As they drifted into sleep that night, the two women relived their memories of what
they had done that day. Mona wondered what it would be like to participate in the
ultimate depravity of bestiality.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 4
It was close to noon when the women awoke. Their awakening was almost
simultaneous. They sought the warm shelter of one another’s arms to reassure
themselves that what they remembered had really happened… and, for Mona, that it
was all right.
The blonde felt somewhat shaken by the memory of her intense abandon, her soaring
climax. Her conscience was reawakening, enough to make her feel uncomfortable about
her wanton behavior. She needed Ellen to reassure her that everything between them
was still good. She did not need to be reassured about the warm glow in her pussy.
Even her conscience could not extinguish that. Her body still relished more of the hot
stimulating caresses. Her mind wanted it too. But first she needed the reassurance.
She held her girl friend close and buried her face between her firm round tits. "Oh,
Ellen," she murmured, but she left the question unasked.
Ellen kissed her gently on the forehead. She raised Mona’s chin and gazed into the soft
brown eyes. "It was good, Mona… the most beautiful thing that’s happened to me in a
long, long time."
The tense lines in Mona’s face relaxed visibly. She smiled gratefully at her friend. "I’m
so glad, Ellen. Me, too. It was wonderful for me, too."
The redhead was ready for another sexual confrontation, but she held back. She knew
affection was more important to Mona than sex at the moment. She would have to wait
for the right time to work out the seething ache in her cunt. But it would be worth it.
Mona had already demonstrated her capacities as a lover.
They wrapped themselves in their robes and went out to the kitchen to make breakfast.
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Ellen blended eggs and fruit and nuts in the blender. "How about a little brandy?" she
asked. "Just to wash out the cobwebs."
For once, Mona was more than eager for alcohol. She needed a little something to calm
her down. She sat on a stool watching Ellen work and tried to reconcile the familiar
image of her friend with the imaginative lover she had met last night. She couldn’t help
grinning at Ellen’s reckless enthusiasm in the kitchen. She was splattering food
everywhere, but she was enjoying herself. "Sure… shoot the works!"
Ellen added two generous shots of brandy to the blender and whirled the concoction to
smooth perfection. She poured the drinks into two tall mugs. "Let’s go into the living
room. It’s more comfortable."
She turned on the stereo, and the women arranged themselves amid a pile of pillows on
the rug. Ellen brought out some magazines for them to look at. But neither of them was
really ready to read. Their minds and bodies were still reeling with thoughts and
feelings about their new discovery.
It was Ellen who broke the ice. "You know, kid, I’m really glad things turned out the
way they did last night. Believe it or not. I’ve never made love to a woman before." She
laughed ruefully and reached for her pack of cigarettes. "Want one? I would have done
it long ago if I’d realized how wonderful it could be." Her fingers shook as she lit
Mona’s cigarette, then her own. "See? I’m still tingling all over."
"Me, too." Mona smoked in silence for a moment. Her face was very serious. "Ellen, I
haven’t been entirely honest with you in my letters… about Daniel and me. Things
aren’t so good with us." She bit her lip and fumbled with a piece of lint clinging to her
robe.
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Ellen felt relieved. She knew it was probably not the most noble sentiment in the world,
but it was a relief to know that Mona as a wife was just as subject to human failing as
she was. She reached over and stroked the blonde’s hand. "Want to talk about it,
honey?"
Mona’s teeth sank deeper into her lip. She was fighting off tears. "I… I don’… know…
what’s wrong with me, Ellen. I just don’t seem to be a very good lover for Daniel. He
wants me to do all these things with him and I… I just can’t! They’re repulsive to me!
They’re wrong!" Once they were started, the words poured out.
"There, there, darling… you can cry all you want to. It’s good for you." She drew the
other woman close and rocked her gently in her lap. At last, Mona seemed to exhaust
herself to weeping. She struggled to a sitting position arid took a long drag on her
cigarette.
She smiled feebly through her tears. "Thanks, Ellen. You were right. It helped. I guess I
was feeling guilty… about all the fuss I make with Daniel when he wants me to do
something… and about how easy it was with you."
Ellen drained her drink. The deep well of compassion she felt for her girl friend was
having a two-fold effect. She wanted to comfort, but she wanted to comfort sexually.
She wanted to make her forget about all the bad experiences she had obviously had
with Daniel. Her protective instinct made her pussy tingle with arousal. She was
beginning to understand some of the aspects of love between women. "You know,
Mona, you shouldn’t be blaming yourself. Obviously there are reasons why you can be
more comfortable with me sexually than you can with your husband. Maybe it’s just a
matter of your own gut feelings. Maybe Daniel pushes you too far. I didn’t push you… I
let you come to meet me halfway."
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"Yes… I see what you mean. The night before I called you to say I was coming out, he
pushed. He made me… suck his cock."
Ellen wasn’t sure what to say. She loved sucking cock, though she hadn’t had much
practice lately. It was a general frustration with men that had been holding her back
recently, not a disillusionment with cocks. She sometimes wished she could be more
successful in distinguishing between the two.
"You didn’t enjoy i… at all?" she asked cautiously.
"That’s the awful part. I did enjoy it. I felt some kind of weird thrill about being held
down by my own husband… about being forced to take his cock in my mouth and suck
it till he came in me. He even made me swallow i…" She searched Ellen’s face for signs
of disapproval. There were none. In fact, she thought she saw a gleam… of something
quite different.
Ellen kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Don’t feel guilty about that, darling. It’s
natural for you to feel what you did. I couldn’t count the number of times I’ve felt
exactly the same way when I was sucking a cock… like I was its slave or something. It
really turned me on."
Though Mona had been secretly hoping for this kind of validation from Ellen, her
friend’s confession still shocked her. "You mean… you do it? You don’t mind?"
"No, I like it a lot, Mona. But I haven’t been doing it so much lately. Not since Jack’s
been spending so much time with other women." Ellen was afraid she was going to
start crying. She took a long swallow of Mona’s drink instead.
Mona felt it was her turn to comfort. She kissed her friend tenderly on the cheek and
put an arm around her. "Oh, Ellen… Jack’s been running around on you? I’m so sorry."
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Her next words slipped out before she could think better of it. "You know… I could
kind of tell about him."
Ellen laughed bitterly. "You mean by the way he was ogling you? I hate to disillusion
you, honey… but it’s no particular compliment. He does that to every pretty hunk that
comes along." At once she regretted the harsliness of her words. "I didn’t mean
anything against you, Mona. I just get so mad sometimes."
"Oh, I understand. I would, too." Now it was Mona who was trying to spread good
cheer. "We’re a funny pair, aren’t we? Each of us had the other one convinced we had
the original marriage made in heaven. Now it turns out we’re both just holding on for
dear life."
Ellen hugged her friend fiercely. She tried to laugh, but the joke was too bitter. "That’s
why I was so glad to see you, Mona. The minute I saw you, I realized how important
you are to me. You’ve been my one link with sanity for years now. I f eel like… like you
care about me more than my own husband does."
"Oh… I do care for you, Ellen. I do. But don’t think Jack doesn’t love you. I’m sure he
does, in his own way. He’s still with you, isn’t he?"
"Why not? Where else would he get household help so cheap?" The words were caustic,
but Ellen was feeling better already. She was beginning to respond to the stimulation of
being so close to Mona. She could smell the sweet aroma of her skin, feel the pressure
of her tits against her body through their robes. "Mona, I want to make love to you!"
The blonde didn’t let herself think about her response. Her reply was waiting there in
her belly, hot and demanding. That was the call she wanted to obey. She wouldn’t let
herself think it was wrong. She and Ellen meant too much to one another. They needed
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each other. "I want to, too," she moaned urgently. She held up her lips to be kissed.
Ellen planted her lips firmly over Mona’s and searched her mouth hungrily with her
tongue. While they embraced, the redhead eased her girlfriend full-length down onto
the rug. She ran her hand eagerly over the upthrusting mounds of Mona’s tits through
her thin clothes. She prodded once or twice at the tantalizing crevice between Mona’s
thighs. "Darling, you taste so good. Let’s take off our clothes."
Submissively, Mona began to remove her robe and nightie. She was beyond the point of
feeling self-conscious about her body now. She and Ellen were lovers. It was proper.
She watched the other woman’s eyes as she removed the last of her clothing. The sheen
of admiration there made Mona blush with pride.
"God, you’re beautiful!" Ellen exclaimed. She stared at the heavy, high-set tits, the
smooth belly, the full womanly hips. Quickly she threw off her own robe and lay down
again next to her friend. "Just looking at you makes me want to please you so bad." Her
lewd words inspired her lust. Once again, she kissed Mona hungrily. This time, she lay
her body on top of Mona’s and ground her cunt against Mona’s pussy while their
tongues dueled hotly.
Her friend’s passion swept away what remained of Mona’s self-restraint. She hunched
her cunt greedily up against Ellen’s pussy, relishing the tantalizing stimulation on her
clitoris. Fire-darts soared unchecked through her perversely aroused body. She
remembered last night and the sweet pleasure Ellen had brought her. This time, she
vowed, she would bring Ellen pleasure too. She would give as good as she got.
Both women began to mewl with excitement as their clits became engorged with blood
from the rough, sensual stimulation. Like a man, Ellen raised her hips and dashed her
groin down against her friend’s pelvis, until the titillation was more than she could
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resist "God… I’m coming!"
The lewd thrill of having her friend climax on her jolted Mona over the brink. "Me,
too! Ah, it’s good. Oh darling… it just makes me want more and more!"
"Don’t worry… I’m going to give it to you!" Ellen’s eyes wore a thin film of lust as she
gazed down at her woman lover. She maneuvered herself around so her face was poised
over Mona’s pussy. Her own cunt was next to Mona’s head. She wasn’t going to force
her friend to participate, but she wanted to eat pussy!
Her heart beat frantically as Ellen dipped her fingers into the soft brown down of
Mona’s cunt-hair and parted her fleshy vaginal lips. Her slit was wet with the juices of
her climax, making her clit gleam temptingly up at Ellen. Though she had never been
this close to another woman’s pussy before, Ellen locked upon her friend’s juicy slit
with anticipation. She extended her tongue and stabbed it against her friend’s slick
clitoris. Pleased with Mona’s howls of pleasure, she licked down over her fleshy cunt-
lips to her puckered ass-hole, then back up again. The fragrant flavor of Mona’s wetness
only spurred her on in her lascivious task.
Mona could not believe the intense pleasure Ellen was dealing her cunt with her mouth.
Many times, Daniel had tried to talk her into letting him do this to her, but she had
always refused. Somehow, having Ellen do it seemed all right. And even if it wasn’t
morally right, the first pangs of pleasure would have removed all resistance anyway. The
young housewife began to undulate her hips up, pressing her pussy obscenely against
Ellen’s face. "Mmmmm… it’s good, Ellen. You’re making my pussy feel so wonderful!
Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Ellen’s own excitement was becoming unbearable. Though she had just climaxed, her
pussy ached again for attention. The smell and flavor and touch sensations of her lewd
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undertaking made her own cunt yearn for the same tantalizing attentions. Though she
didn’t want to force Mona into anything, she began to churn her hips automatically in
response to Mona’s abandoned actions.
The more excited Mona became, the more wanton grew the feelings surging through
her loins. She became aware of Ellen’s cunt poised just inches from her head. She
turned and looked at it through the thick, kinky hair, the gleaming tip of Ellen’s clitoris
seemed to beckon her. She reached forward and ran her tongue hesitantly into the
thatched slit. The first taste seemed to snap the last of her inhibitions.
She wanted more of Ellen’s fragrant love-juices. She wanted to give her girl friend the
same intense pleasure she was receiving. Ellen’s deep groans of arousal fired her resolve.
She parted the hairy cunt-lips with her fingers and began to lick in earnest.
Ellen could scarcely contain her delight. Mona’s tongue swipes were timid at first, but
delicious. They brought her clitoris back to sweet aching erection. The longer Mona
slaved, the more adventurous she became. Ellen could feel the call of climax building
once again deep in her belly. "Aaaaiiieeee… oooooohh, darling! You’re making me feel
soooo good! I love the sweet feel of your tongue on me, baby!"
Words of praise that would have embarrassed Mona in any other context now made her
fall to her work with more greedy imagination than ever. She sank her tongue deep into
the tight hole of Ellen’s cunt. She reached back and sucked lasciviously on Ellen’s
clitoris. Each movement made the other woman grow more frantic with fevered lust.
The wails of the two women vied with one another in pitch and volume as they nibbled
for their mutual pleasure. Both became completely immersed in the hot flashes soaring
through their naked bellies, sending them closer to climax.
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Ellen was first to orgasm, but Mona was not far behind her.
"Oh, God, darling… I’m coming again!"
"Ellen! Ellen! Aaaahhhh, me too! Ohhhhhhhh!"
They lay quietly, savoring the sweet sensations simmering inside them. Neither of the
women felt the least bit perverted. They smiled lazily in sweet satiety.
Even Mona had no qualms. She knew that what had just happened was right for her.
She could feel it inside. She had never been this relaxed, this open to her sensuality.
There was so much more she wanted to experience. She maneuvered around until she
found Ellen’s lips. She kissed her friend deeply and passionately.
Ellen had become her new love idol. Whatever Ellen did was all right with Mona.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 3
It was past nine o’clock, and Jack was still not home. Ellen no longer cared. She was
enjoying her old girl friend’s company far too much to worry about whom her husband
was screwing now. She even was willing to consider the possibility that he might, in
fact, be working with a client. Jack was quite successful, with many big accounts.
The redhead was at the bar, pouring herself the third drink of the evening. She realized
uncomfortably that Mona was only halfway through her first. But that was Mona. She
had always been quite conservative in her personal conduct.
"Sure you wouldn’t like me to freshen up that drink of yours, Mona? It must be stale as
last week’s pee by now."
Mona laughed. The gesture made her head of short honey-blonde curls bounce. Ellen
felt a queer little tingle inside as she watched. She was only beginning to realize how
much it meant to her to have Mona here.
"It doesn’t really matter, Ellen. I don’t need any booze tonight. I’m high enough just on
having a good time with an old friend!"
Ellen sat next to Mona on the couch and put an arm around her shoulders. "It sure is
good to see you again, kid. I’d forgotten how good it was to have someone around I
could really talk to. You know what I mean? Just say the first thing that enters my head
and know it’s not going to be taken the wrong way or anything."
Mona smiled warmly at the older woman. "Yeah, I know what you mean." She added
out of a sense of duty: "Of course, we both have husbands, but it’s not really the same
thing."
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"You’re damned tootin’ it’s not the same thing." Ellen regretted her statement at once.
The booze was going to her head. She did not want to start sounding off like a crabby,
frustrated housewife in front of Mona. Not after all the ecstatic letters she had received
from Mona singing the praises of marriage and of her husband in particular. Ellen did
not want to admit her failure in the face of her friend’s obvious success.
Before the ensuing silence grew awkward, the front door opened and Jack came in. He
was carrying a large flat box in both hands. "Hi, everybody! Who’s for pizza? I brought
a large one just in case."
Ellen took Mona by the arm and led her over to her husband. "Mona, this is jack, my
dearly beloved husband." She gave him a kiss. "So you didn’t eat dinner after all!
Neither did we. We were too busy talking, Mona, are you as hungry as I am?" She
caught the embarrassed look in Mona’s eyes, and realized Jack was flashing her with
one of his high-power come-ons. She felt a quick surge of anger, but she forced it deep
inside. Obviously the bastard couldn’t help himself. He had to try for every attractive
woman he met, no matter how happily married she was.
Mona took the pizza from Jack and kicked his shin sharply "Oh, I’m sorry, darling. I
lost my balance for a minute. Come on. Let’s eat." She noticed with satisfaction that
Mona was paying little attention to Jack now. She was one beauty he wouldn’t get.
Ellen’s husband was quick. He took her signal for exactly what it was. He had to agree
with her. It wouldn’t be cool to try to seduce his wife’s best friend under his wife’s own
roof. But he was impressed. Mona had been a pretty, shy young thing in the pictures
Ellen had. But now she was a striking, full-breasted woman – far more interesting to
Jack than any teenager. It took an effort for the man to keep his eyes and thoughts off
her tits. Though he had been royally laid just an hour before, Mona made him ache to
get it up all over again.
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"How’s life back there on the west coast?" he asked Mona. He was interested to see
how she handled herself in a conversation. It intrigued him the way her eyes fled from
his like those of a cornered virgin. He was sure she wasn’t nearly as worldly or self-
confident as her appearance indicated.
"We love it." Her eyes stared clearly into his now. She had regained the initiative. "You
and Ellen will have to come out and visit us some time. Daniel and I have lots of
interesting little places we’d love to show you."
He looked at the woman with a new respect. She had handled the situation well. While
remaining all smiles and generosity, she had put him right in his place. "Yeah," he
murmured. "Yeah, we’ll have to do that. Won’t we, Ellen?"
Ellen was still grinning at Mona’s calm reply. She was so pleased with her girl friend,
she felt like getting up and hugging her. Instead she took a hearty mouthful of pizza
and smiled at her husband over a vista of black olives and sausage and tomato sauce.
When the pizza had disappeared, Jack got up and said he had a long day at the office
coming up.
"Jack likes to get up at the crack of dawn," Ellen explained. "He gets most of his work
done before the rest of the staff comes in."
"I’m impressed." Now that he wasn’t trying seduce her with his eyes, Mona could relax
and enjoy Jack. He was cool and funny and intelligent. "It’s all I can do to wake up
long enough to wave Daniel goodbye at nine."
"Morning’s the best part of the day," Jack said. "Which reminds me, Ellen, honey, Sam
Lang came by the office today and invited me to go on a hunting expedition with him
and a friend this weekend. You don’t mind, do you? I figure you girls would like some
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time alone anyway, to get reacquainted."
Ellen was temporarily angered, but let his lie pass. What did she care what Jack would
be doing all weekend? It would be fun to have some time alone with Mona, just like the
old days. "Sure, you go ahead and have a good time, baby. Mona and I have lots of
talking to do."
"Swell. Then I think I’ll take my gear along with me in the morning. Sam can pick me
up at the office and we’ll head right out. That way, we’ll get there before midnight."
"Okay, darling."
Mona was impressed by how smoothly Ellen and Jack communicated. She wished she
and Daniel could have that much understanding between them. Sometime during her
visit, she would have to ask Ellen how she managed to put together such a happy
marriage. As soon as she got up the nerve.
Friday, Ellen took Mona shopping. They didn’t return until evening. The redhead
decided to fix them something special for dinner. She served wine with the meal, and
even Mona drank two glasses of the fine cool chablis. By nine-thirty both women were
exhausted and happy.
"Listen… I’ve got an idea." Ellen had had far more wine than Mona. Her inhibitions
were down. "Seeing we’re going to be alone all weekend, why don’t you come sleep
with me? I hate sleeping alone. It’ll be just like the pajama parties back in the old days."
Mona automatically questioned the plan, but she could find nothing in it but harmless
fun. Mona, too, hated sleeping alone. And though Ellen’s home was tastefully
decorated, the guest room was bleak and sterile as most guest rooms. It would be much
nicer to share Ellen’s king size bed and her big cozy quilt.
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The blonde changed her clothes in the guest room. She was shocked when she entered
the master bedroom and found Ellen sitting naked on the bed, smoking a cigarette.
As soon as she caught the shocked look on her friend’s face, Ellen remembered how
modest Mona had been back at college. She had always slept with panties and bra
under her pajamas when they spent the night together. Obviously Mona was naked
under her nightgown, but she was still embarrassed by Ellen’s total nudity. The redhead
was surprised that marriage had not cured her friend of that kind of false modesty.
Alcohol made her frank. "Does it bother you… my being naked, Mona? Tell me if it
does. I usually sleep in the raw, but I have plenty of nightgowns, if it would make you
more comfortable."
"Oh… no… that’s okay. Don’t mind me. I still haven’t completely gotten over being
raised by Puritans. You’re very pretty, Ellen. You’ve really kept yourself in good shape."
Ellen’s forthright approach to Mona’s embarrassment had freed the younger woman of
her tension. She assessed the full round swells of Ellen’s breasts, her narrow waist and
firm flat belly with unconcealed admiration. Her own body, while still firm and shapely,
was rounder and fuller… less classic than Ellen’s.
Ellen laughed heartily. She was pleased. "You didn’t know back then that all this was
hidden under all that, did you? Neither did I. But I was sure happy when I found out."
"I bet Jack was happy too. He didn’t know his wife was going to turn into a fashion
model right before his eyes."
The remark made Ellen feel instantly depressed. She stubbed out her cigarette and
crawled under the covers. "Come on. let’s get some sleep. I’m pooped."
Ellen was an affectionate woman. She liked to cuddle close. When Mona settled in on
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her side facing away from the redhead, Ellen spooned her body around the younger
woman’s and wrapped her arms around her tight. She was surprised by the hot little
tremors of pleasure that flared in her pussy. Mona was such a warm, filing, armful. Her
lush body felt so good. "Mmm, feels nice."
Gradually Mona’s tension died away. She forgot about how unnatural it was to sleep in
the arms of another woman and let herself relax in the comforting bond of human
closeness. They went to sleep that way, cozy and innocent as two babes.
It was still dark when Ellen woke up. For a moment, she forgot whom she was holding
in her arms. She was surprised to find the full heavy tits. Then she remembered.
Curiously, the redhead’s hands worked down until they came into shocking contact
with naked skin. In sleep, Mona’s nightgown had worked up to her waist. Her slightly
rounded belly was soft and tantalizing to the touch. Ellen’s hand pulled automatically
away when she felt the abrasive grazing of pubic hair.
Much to her surprise, Mona’s hips thrust forward slightly, as though in search of the
hand. Ellen could hear her friend’s breathing, deep and regular. Obviously, she was still
asleep, though her body; seemed to hunger for more of the tender touch.
Ellen forced a fingertip into the cleft between Mona’s clenched thighs. She found the
nub of Mona’s clitoris. It was large, engorged with blood. Though asleep, Mona was
turned on!
Ellen had never tried anything like this before The wickedness of her action only made
her lust for it all the more. She circled her finger enticingly round and round the slick
swollen head of her friend’s clit. Gently, almost imperceptibly, Mona’s hips rocked
forward to meet her finger. Her thighs parted slightly, allowing the finger to slip deeper
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in the soft, hair-fringed slit.
"Mmmmm…" The sound of her friend’s voice almost scared Ellen off her perverted
course. But she realized Mona was welcoming what she was doing. She found the
spongy hole to Mona’s cunt and shoved her finger up inside. The hot damp clasp of the
other woman’s pussy made her own cunt throb with excitement. It felt like her own
pussy, yet different somehow. Smaller maybe, narrower.
Moved by equal measures of curiosity and arousal, Ellen stroked her finger gently in
and out of her friend’s pussy. She made room for Mona when she struggled to settle
onto her back. To her delight, the younger woman parted her legs farther, so it was easy
now for Ellen to keep up her lewd tantalizing stroking.
The redhead could feel her own nipples growing hard and swollen with excitement. She
brushed them against Mona’s flesh, forced her nightgown up higher so she could feel
her large naked tits. She adjusted her position slightly, straddled Mona’s body partway,
so she could rub her own tits against Mona’s.
"Mmmmmm…"
Even through the half-waking force of her passion, Ellen could detect a difference in
this moan. It was more expressive somehow, more conscious. She stopped the stroking
of her finger and lay very still, waiting for the regular breathing that would tell her she
had been wrong, that Mona was still asleep.
"Do it to me some more… please…" Mona’s voice was thick with sleep, but her arousal
was unmistakable. She ground her pussy upward slightly, begging Ellen’s hand to
resume its tantalizing ministrations.
Once she got over her shock, Ellen was only too pleased to oblige. It seemed incredible
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that a woman who was so modest about displaying her body or looking at another
should respond to quickly to a lesbian embrace. Then Ellen remembered a lesson she
had learned from her orgy experience a few years back. The quietest men and women
were often the most explosive sexually. It was as though that was the one way they
could really be themselves.
"It felt so good to be close to you, darling… I just wanted to touch you."
Ellen was surprised that her natural instinct had led her to investigate her girl friend’s
body this way. She had often fantasized making love to women, but she hadn’t
consciously realized any of her fantasies were directed toward Mona. But when she
thought about it, it all fit. The funny little tingles she had felt every time she had a
chance to study Mona’s lovely, still innocent face; her fascination with the other
woman’s big tits… probably the same instincts had been there, deeply sublimated, even
back in college.
Ellen continued to work her finger back and forth in her friend’s tight, gripping pussy.
She could feel it getting wetter in there. Mona’s thick lubricants coating her fingers
intensified Ellen’s excitement. She was bringing Mona pleasure in the most primitive
way possible.
"Does it feel good like that, Mona? What do you want, darling? I’ll do anything to
make you happy." She felt like an experienced lesbian, seducing her innocent young
friend. She had to remind herself that Mona obviously wanted this as much as she did.
One look at the gently smiling face next to hers reminded her. Mona’s eyes were closed,
but Mona was definitely not sleeping. Her hips were writhing upward now, seeking out
the invading finger.
The delicious sensations that awakened her began to arouse Mona. The young blonde
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was totally absorbed in the real life fantasy now. It was a tantalizing remake of wicked
thoughts she had entertained in her times alone. In her semi-conscious state, it was easy
for her to become as aroused as her deep-rooted sexuality would permit her to be… and
that was very aroused indeed. Mona always had her very best orgasms when she was
alone playing with herself.
This forbidden experience was like that. Her best friend’s finger stroking steadily in and
out of her wet pussy was ten times more titillating, though, than her own finger. This
time, she had the satisfaction of human contact. It was so good, so safe, lying here with
Ellen. Ellen was so kind to her. She had no big hard cock that she would force Mona to
go down on. Theirs could be a gentle, womanly love.
Her thoughts were muddled by sleep and passion. But they were convincing enough to
let Mona participate whole heartedly in this lesbian experimentation. "Oh, Ellen… it’s
good! Do it faster, darling! Oh, yes… God-d-d!" She dared to reach out and stroke her
girl friend’s tits, marveling at how hard and long her nipples were. Ellen’s responsive
groans made her own cunt seethe with desire. They were sharing this new provocative
experience. Ellen was enjoying it as much as she was. She humped her hips harder up
against the stroking hand. "Uuuuuhhh… do it to meeee!"
Mona held back nothing. She felt none of the fear and inhibitions she had been
experiencing with her husband. By accident, she had discovered a place where she could
feel warm and sheltered and secure in her sexuality. Ellen was risking as much as she
was tonight. She need have no fear of Ellen’s opinion of her later. They were partners,
equals, in their perverted game.
Swept away by the rousing fury of her friend’s excitement, Ellen worked her finger back
and forth in the spongy depths of Mona’s cunt. She sent a second finger up to join the
first, and marveled at the deep groans of pleasure that escaped from Mona’s lips.
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Now that Mona was her prisoner in passion, Ellen felt free to do something she realized
she had been wanting to do for a long time. She bent down and closed her lips over one
of the blonde’s swollen nipples. Sucking like a hungry baby, she worked her fingers
tirelessly in Mona’s pussy. She was delighted to hear the other woman’s moans grow
louder and more abandoned.
"Mmmmmm…" Ellen was total aggressor now. Her body half straddled Mona’s. Her
mouth and hands labored feverishly for the younger woman’s gratification. More than
anything, she wanted to hear the sweet sound of Mona’s orgasm. She wanted to know
she had brought her lovely friend the ultimate in fulfillment. Eyes closed, Mona rocked
her head from side to side and stroked her woman lover’s bushy red hair. She was in a
delirium of sweet compelling ecstasy that asked no questions, made no demands. Ml
she had to do was lie here and let Ellen do what she wanted to do. The result was hot
passion-waves that swept over her whole body and made her quiver with happiness. It
was going to be so easy to come, she realized. So easy. So good. "Ellen, darling, I’ve
never felt this wonderful! Never!"
Though her own cunt ached with frustrated arousal, Ellen was far too content feeling
her friend’s pussy and sucking her tit to think of complaining. First things first And
right now all she wanted to do was please Mona. Mona was such a naive, lovely
woman. She wanted to make her so happy. "Oh, Mona, darling! I’m so glad! I love you!
I love the way you feel!"
For long moments the room was alive with passionate murmurs and suggestive
writhings Dawn was beginning to filter through the curtains picking out the blonde and
red highlights in the hair of the lewdly entwined women. They paid no attention to the
sunrise. Both were too absorbed it the hot crisis at hand.
"Oh, Mona, darling… your pussy is so soft and we… I love the feel of it! I want to make
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you feel good! I want to make you come! Come for me, baby!"
Her girl friend’s urgent words started a new wave of tremors that washed over the
blonde’s body, carried her up to the threshold of orgasm. "Oh God! I’m doing it, Ellen!
I’m commming!" She squirmed wildly, working out the fury of her release. At last, her
body relaxed completely. She drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
Ellen wrapped herself possessively around her friend’s lush body and joined her in
sleep.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 2
Mona Freeman sat tensely in her aisle seat, trying to concentrate on her magazine. She
wasn’t having much success. One ear remained cocked for any change in the smooth
roar of the plane’s engines. At last, in desperation, she summoned a stewardess and
asked for a Scotch and water. Mona wasn’t much for drinking, but she knew that
alcohol made her relax when all else failed. She had occasionally snuck a drink before
going to bed at night, in the hopes that the release of her inhibitions would make her
into the lover her husband Daniel wanted.
Once or twice it had worked. But usually their lovemaking was more along the lines of
what had happened the other night. The night she had decided to come visit her old
friend Ellen. Maybe Ellen could help her ou… could somehow give her the advice that
would magically turn her into a sexy responsive wife to Daniel.
She remembered Ellen back in their college days. Though handicapped by buck teeth
and thick glasses and an awkward manner, Ellen had never doubted what her body was
for. Once the boys had learned how sexy she was, the redhead had never been at a loss
for a date. And her dates had never been disappointed.
Mona hadn’t been at a loss for dates either. Her pretty angelic face, her long brown
hair, her big tits – all attracted boys thicker than flies at a picnic. But she had never
been comfortable with boys when it came to sex. She knew she wanted what they could
give her, but she feared her own reactions almost as much as she feared the boys’
uncontrollable passions. It had been a relief to her when Daniel proposed. She felt that,
safe within the bounds of matrimony, she would learn to be comfortable with sex and
her husband’s big thick cock.
Things had been fine for the first couple of years. She had enjoyed sex. Their
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lovemaking sessions had never been very long, but they were intense. Mona found that
she could just lie back and by the time Daniel was ready to come, she was ready too.
Eventually she found herself wanting more, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid that
Daniel would think she was greedy… that she was a slut. So she learned to play with
herself. To seek relief at her own fingers during the day when Daniel was off at work.
Things grew more tense when Daniel started to ask her to do things that she just
couldn’t let herself do. Like sucking cock, for instance. The idea disgusted her. It
seemed… unhealthy. Though a part of her tingled with excitement when she thought
about it, her moral sense wouldn’t let her try it for real. A couple of times, she
masturbated while fantasizing that she was sucking a big hard cock. She felt horribly
guilty afterward, but the orgasms at the time were unbelievably intense. The alcohol
was having its effect. Mona had ceased to pay attention to the droning engines. Her fear
was gone, but an apprehension remained. The apprehension that she was right in the
middle of a failing marriage and that she had no idea what to do about it.
She began to think about the other nigh… the last time she and Daniel had made love.
He had gone to bed early, complaining of a hard day at the office. Mona stayed up
reading until well past midnight. She had masturbated that day, and she wasn’t
interested in any further sexual contact. She wanted to be sure her husband was asleep
before going to bed.
At last she crept stealthily into the bedroom and began to undress in the dark. The
unexpected sound of Daniel’s voice made her start with fright.
"Don’t bother with the nightgown, Mona. I want to feel your naked beside me."
The young woman froze for a moment. She felt trapped. Obviously he had been lying
awake waiting for her all this time. He wanted to make love. She couldn’t very well not
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go to bed now… after she had turned out all the lights. It would be’ too obvious. Daniel
would get angry.
Ignoring his words, she slipped her flannel nightie over her head and crawled into bed.
She sniffed noisily a couple of times. "Darn!" she murmured. "I think I’m getting a
cold. You better keep away from me, darling. You might catch it."
"I’ll risk it." His grip was as firm as his words as he pulled her to him. He grabbed at
the material of her nightgown and pulled it up over her tits. One hand closed over each
of her full heavy mounds and began to play harshly with the nipples. "Mmm, baby…
you still have the best-feeling tits around."
Mona began to squirm uncomfortably under his grasp. She really was not in the mood
to deal with Daniel tonight. She knew there would be trouble if he kept insisting.
"Please, darling… I’m not feeling too hot. Can’t we just go to sleep together… huh?" She
caressed his face and tried to bury her head against his shoulder.
"Unh-uh… not tonight. I can’t go to sleep, baby, not with this." He thrust his loins
toward her and she felt the stiff shaft of his erect cock force its way in between her legs.
She wanted to cry. She felt so frustrated and helpless.
"Please, Daniel… I don’t feel good down there… not tonight. Tomorrow!" She was
becoming more and more frightened. She could tell Daniel was in one of his reckless
moods. Those were always the times when he tried to make her do something s he
didn’t want to do. "Please…" She hated herself for sounding so weak and pitiful, trying
to plead with him. She would have preferred to be strong… strong enough to tell him to
get lost until she was in the mood for what she wanted to be in the mood for. But that
was not Mona’s way.
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His hard, fleshy cock-shaft stroked back and forth between her smooth thighs. His stiff
prick was like an ever-present reminder of the urgency of her husband’s lust. She tried
to squirm away from him, but he held her hips firmly, holding her close against him.
"Well, baby… if your little pussy’s so tired, what say we give it a rest?"
Instant relief washed over Mona. "Thank you, darling. Tomorrow, I’ll feel better…
hones…"
He seemed not to have heard her. "There’s lots of other ways a man and a wife can
have a good time together. You’ve still got a mouth, baby."
Even as she was still trying to fathom the ruthless horror of his words, his hands were
pushing her down under the covers, guiding her head toward his cock. She struggled
frantically against him. It seemed incredible to her that a man normally as mild-
mannered as Daniel could become this hard, this insensitive when it came to sex.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can’t make me do that! You can’t! Please! Leave me alone!"
Something snapped in Daniel. "Shut the fuck up, will you! Goddammit, woman! We’ve
been married eight years, and you’re still acting like a goddamned virgin! I’ve been
patient with you long enough! It’s time I got some consideration around here! Some
respect! If you loved me, you’d do this for me!" He kicked the covers back and watched
through the semi-darkness the rigid horror on his wife’s face. He held her so her mouth
was poised mere inches from his throbbing prick. For the moment, he had stopped
pushing. He would much rather she did this willingly, if possible.
Tears flowed unchecked down Mona’s cheeks as she gazed helplessly at her husband’s
blood-engorged cock. She was determined not to do this awful thing, yet at the same
time she was painfully aware of her husband’s strength and determination. The
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intensity of his passion seemed to have made him even stronger than usual. She tried to
squirm away, but it was as though her head and shoulders were trapped in a vise.
"Don’t do this to me, Daniel! Please!"
The young husband experienced guilt at the same time as his cock lurched with
increased excitement. He knew it was wrong to be aroused by his own wife’s
humiliation. But, somehow, knowing the awe in which she held his full-swollen
member only made him want to do it to her all the more.
Daniel pulled her head down… closer to his pulsing cock-head. "Suck!" he ordered her
in a voice that was an indistinguishable mixture of lust and anger. "Show me you love
me, Mona! Suck my cock!"
The bitter irony of his words only made her tears flow harder. To her, love had nothing
to do with the depraved practice of taking a man’s throbbing cock in one’s mouth and
making it come that way. That wasn’t love. That was perversion of the worst kind.
His hands forced her head do until his cock-tip was pushing against her lips. She
resisted as long as she could. But finally she had to admit she was defeated. Her jaws
relaxed, and her husband’s hard smooth cock drove deep into her throat. She wanted to
gag when he began to saw his cock i n and out of her mouth in a smooth urgent
rhythm. In her amazement and humiliation, she could do nothing but hold her lips
passively open and let him do it to her.
"Suck, I said!" The man’s eyes riveted on the lewd picture of his wife’s head poised over
his stiff prick, taking it deep inside. Darkness made the picture indistinct, but his
imagination supplied the details. He could feel her tears moistening his groin, but they
had no effect on him. He was far too preoccupied with the possibilities of that buttery
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wet mouth hovering over his dick.
"Suck it, or so help me, Mona, I’ll belt you!" He had no idea whether he meant that
threat or not. He knew only that he wanted to feel her lips tugging on him more than
he could ever remember wanting anything.
The shock value of his words had its desired effect. Helpless with shame that she could
not prevent her husband from doing this to her, Mona dosed her lips more tightly over
his prick and began to move her head up and down slightly. The way she had done in
her masturbatory fantasies.
His hands began to guide her head motions eagerly. "Jee-zuz! That’s it! That’s the way,
baby! Now you’re getting the hang of it!"
Mona knew only that there was just one way out of her predicament. To get it over
with. The sooner she cooperated, the sooner her husband would take his fat thick cock
from her mouth. She began to nibble urgently on his fleshy shaft, reminding herself
that she only wanted him to finish. But memories of her tantalizing, solitary fantasies
came back to haunt her. She began to remember how good she had felt then.
Confused and frightened, Mona worked frantically to get her husband to come. Then
he would let her alone. Then she could try to forget the lewd feelings racing through
her loins. How could she get a thrill out of being used and abused like this! Knowing
this awful thing about herself was almost worse than having her husband mistreat her
so cruelly.
Daniel was delighted by his wife’s sudden apparent enthusiasm for her lascivious task.
"Jee-zuz! Yeah! That’s the stuff! Goddamn, you’re a natural, Mona! All this time, you’ve
been a natural born cocksucker and we didn’t even know Aaaaaiiieee! Oh yeah, baby…
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work it out!"
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Mona could have convinced herself that she was only
pretending to like what she was doing. But the building dampness between her thighs
forbade her that comfort. Somehow, in some perverse way, she didn’t even understand,
she was getting a deep-rooted thrill from being treated by her own husband like some
street whore. Everything she thought she believed in cried out against her surrender.
But the evidence was there for her to feel, wet and hot between her thighs. She could
not shut it out.
Mona’s memory of events from then on was dim. She knew she had worked her head
wantonly up and down over her husband’s cock for a long time. Vaguely, she could
remember experimenting with stabbing her tongue here and sucking there, to try to
bring him over the top. They were details she did not care to remember.
One thing she would never be able to forget, though, was the way his thick hot cum
had spurted deep into her throat in jet after steaming jet. He had been holding her head
firmly, so she was unable to pull away. She had had to swallow it all. Though it had not
tasted nearly as bad as she had expected, the thought of his semen thick and heavy in
her stomach made her want to vomit even now as she thought back on it.
Mona was wrenched back to reality by a small firm hand on her shoulder. She looked
up at a smiling young stewardess.
"Fasten your seat belt, please."
"Oh, yes… of course."
"Are you all right, ma’am?" The young women was looking at Mona more carefully.
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"I’m all right." Mona managed a feeble smile. "I’ve never flown before, is all." She still
remembered how apologetic Daniel had been the next day, how he’d been trying to
make it up to her ever since with little gifts and attentions. Mona had recoiled from his
very touch. As the plane began its gradual descent, she crossed her fingers and hoped
that spending a few days with her old girl friend would help clear the air. She needed
desperately to understand herself. She couldn’t go on living with this push-pull of her
mind and senses any longer.
***
Ellen waited impatiently at arrival gate eleven. She scanned the emerging faces for a
young woman with long brown hair and a smile that belonged in a church choir. It was
only when the trim young woman with the honey-blonde hair was within a couple of
feet of her that Ellen realized she was looking at Mona Hildebrand.
"Mona! You look different!" Ellen giggled self-consciously. She felt a little overwhelmed
by the attractiveness of the well-dressed mature woman in front of her. "But I like it!
You look great! Better than in college!" She gave her friend a cozy hug. "Your boobs are
still big as ever too!" she exulted.
"Good old Ellen! You used to talk about my boobs back then too!" Mona heaved a
great sigh of relief and clung to her friend’s tall shapely form. She had been afraid she
wouldn’t find the old Ellen at all. But her redheaded friend had said exactly the right
thing to put them both at ease.
Both chattered at once as they waited for Mona’s luggage to come down the chute.
They digested little of what was said. It didn’t matter. Ten years had just lifted from
their shoulders like so many flecks of dust.
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"How did you recognize me?" Ellen asked as they headed toward the parking lot.
"Easy! You still have the friendliest smile in the crowd. Besides, where are you gonna
hide flashing red hair like that?"
"I guess you’re right." She took Mona by the arm and led her toward her stationwagon.
"This is my dog, Jet!" she announced proudly as they settled into the front seat.
Mona reached back and stroked the animal’s massive head. "Funny? You remember in
college, Ellen? You hated dogs!"
Ellen watched her driving as she eased the car from the tight space. "I’ve changed,
Mona. Despite the same old red hair, I’ve changed."
They drove in silence for a while, while each contemplated the changes. Then the
happy chatter resumed. It lasted the rest of the way home and far into the evening.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 1
Every morning about eleven o’clock, Ellen Banyon took a break from her housewifely
chores. She had never cared much for coffee. Instead, she simply pulled a bottle from
her husband’s liquor cabinet.
Ellen was not hooked on the stuff. She never took more than one dunk, until cocktails
with her husband, Jack, after six. Long ago she had rationalized that her morning break
didn’t even seriously violate the social drinker’s code against drinking before noon.
After all, she was up on weekdays before dawn, fixing breakfast for her accountant
husband. By eleven, she deserved a break.
She sat back on her Danish modern sofa and took a long grateful sip of her Scotch and
soda. Today Ellen was excited. Her old college chum, Mona Hildebrand – now Mona
Freeman – was due in town at three-thirty. The girls had not seen each other in almost
ten years, though they had written regularly and indulged in occasional long distance
phone calls. It would be really something to see Mona!
Instinctively, Ellen’s well-manicured hand rose to her eyes, where she now wore little
telltale lines that betrayed the joys and sorrows of the years. She wondered if Mona
would think she had aged. Then she wondered if she would think Mona had aged.
Those gigantic tits of her are probably grazing her navel by now, she thought. Quickly
she scolded herself for her unspoken betrayal. At school, Ellen had always been a little
jealous of Mona’s full tits, and the way all the boys had craned their necks to watch
them bounce. The attention had never made the younger girl conceited though. She
had always stuck by her friend, through thick and thin. And there had been some thin
times – like the year Ellen couldn’t get a date for the homecoming dance. Only later
did she learn that Mona had refused to accept a date until one of the young men
promised to escort Ellen. What had saved Ellen from humiliation when she found out
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was the memory of the ecstatic look on her date’s face when she had finished giving
him a blow-job in his car in the gym parking lot.
Ellen grinned at the memory of the awkward, horny girl she had been back then. She
stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She never got over the thrill of
looking at the new, grown-up Ellen her husband had helped her create during the first
few years of their marriage.
The image that smiled back at her was tall and graceful and sexy. Her well-shaped tits
billowed against the loose fit of her T-shirt. Her ass and hips strained snugly against the
tight fit of her jeans. She was trim, but nice rounded down there, the way she had
always wanted to be. Her red hair fanned gloriously around her pretty face in a
modified Afro that gave Ellen the glamour and presence of a New York model. "You’re
quite a woman!" she told herself with satisfaction. She wondered if Mona would even
recognize her at the airport this afternoon.
When she was twenty, Ellen had had buck teeth and a vision problem that forced her to
wear strong glasses. She had been a good forty pounds overweight. Despite her
handicaps, Jack had loved her… had been particularly captivated by her skill and
enthusiasm as a sex partner. Awkward on her feet, Ellen had been all grace and fluid
motion in bed, right from the start.
After their marriage, Jack had financed her on an overhaul campaign. She wore braces
for two years to correct her teeth. Her glasses were abandoned in favor of contact
lenses. She enrolled in yoga classes and in a modern dance course. By the time she was
twenty-three, the ugly duckling had blossomed into a swan. She had sent pictures to
Mona back then, and Mona had written back, full of praise and congratulations.
Since then, there had been a charm course to smooth out Ellen’s manners and to teach
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her how to use make-up. And there was the Afro. Little remained of the girl Mona had
known at college. Ellen hoped they would be able to find something to talk about.
Her Scotch was gone, but Ellen had not had enough. She was still nervous. She poured
herself a second drink, for just this once, to bolster her courage. Despite – or perhaps
because of – the changes in her over the years, Ellen still had few close women friends.
Mona, and the memories of their closeness, meant a lot to her. She wanted the visit to
go well.
Her first anxiety was that Mona should not discover the changes that had occurred in
her and Jack’s relationship. Though they remained committed to their marriage, both of
them had taken on other lovers. Jack had been the first to insist he needed new blood to
turn him on. Not to be left behind, Ellen had begun to respond to the constant come-
ons she got from men. Eventually, she had tired of the cold impersonal nature of a
scene where she was considered a good fuck or a good time lady. They were all after
her pussy, but none of them had much time for her head or her heart. Eventually she
withdrew from the scene.
And that was the source of her second anxiety. She had trained her big black German
shepherd to be her lover. He was a loyal animal… and one hell of a lover. She had
discovered her secret fetish by accident, and had pursued it avidly ever since. Though
Jack did not entirely approve, he let her have her kicks in exchange for his own
freedom. He didn’t betray her secret. Ellen was convinced that Mona must never know
what kind of pervert she had turned into. Mona had been a liberal bordering on the
radical at college. But Ellen didn’t want to risk straining her friend’s generous nature far
enough to accommodate a woman who liked to fuck a dog. It would more than likely
mean a quick end to their long-standing friendship.
Mona had not been specific about how long she would be staying. Her decision to visit
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had been a sudden one, and her plans were open. Ellen was not looking forward to
possible weeks without her canine lover. Yet she did want her friend to feel free to stay
as long as she liked.
Quickly she gulped the last of her Scotch and soda. She went to the French doors that
opened into the garden and whistled for her dog Jet. He came bounding out of the
cover of a honeysuckle hedge and raced over the well-manicured lawn. Ellen had to
brace herself for the animal’s affectionate assault. Jet was big and strong. He could
easily knock her over if she wasn’t careful. But she loved his generous licks and nuzzles.
More than any other creature – human or otherwise – in her life, Jet made Ellen feel
loved. He made no demands of her, other than reasonable requests for a return of
affection and regular feedings. He didn’t hunger for other women. He didn’t crave
outside input to keep him feeling young and virile.
When she thought about it, Ellen realized she harbored a lot of resentment against Jack.
After all, he had helped create her in the image he wanted her to fulfill… and even that
hadn’t been enough for him. He needed strange pussy. It hurt Ellen that she wasn’t
enough for him. He had been all she wanted until he had forced her to display her
independence. In a way, it gave her a perverse satisfaction to let her husband know she
had replaced him with a dog. With Jet’s good loving, she could go for weeks at a time
without missing her husband’s fat cock.
"Hi, fella! You having a good time out there, are you? Why don’t you come inside with
me for a while?" She closed the French doors and carefully drew the drapes over them.
"We’re going to have company this afternoon, lover," she cooed in the dog’s ear as she
pulled him down onto the rug next to her and buried her face in his neck. "It might be
a long time till I have you all to myself again. I want you just one more time." Her lewd
words, and the dog’s lapping playfulness were fast turning the woman into an inferno
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of lust. She could feel her pussy seething inside her panties. She was ready to fuck.
While the dog whimpered and rolled and licked her face, Ellen eased herself hurriedly
out of her clothing. She wore no bra, and as soon as she pulled her T-shirt over her
head, her round firm tits grew hard with the slight chill in the air. The dog began to
lick roughly over her pink-tipped mounds. The effect was instantaneous. Her nipples
grew long and eager. Her white breast-flesh bristled with sexual goose-bumps.
"Mmmmmm… Jet darling… feels soooo good!"
The redhead’s hands shook as she eased her jeans and panties together down over her
ass-cheeks. She was kneeling on the rug and she bent forward from the waist and
wriggled her ass to work the material down to her thighs. By crawling forward on
hands and knees, she worked her way out of her pants.
Jet poked his nose curiously in along the crack in her ass. She undulated her buttocks
wantonly in his face, encouraging him to investigate farther.
"Ooooooohhhh… your nose is so cold on my bum, lover! Mmmmmm… God, my
pussy’s wet! It needs you so bad, Jet darling!" One of the most titillating aspects of
making love to a dog, to Ellen, was debasing herself totally before him. The sound of
her own voice, pleading with the animal to fuck her… telling him how good he was
making her feel… always made her cunt throb. She enjoyed the perverted excitement of
becoming nothing more than a bitch in heat, recognizing no bounds of propriety in the
search for her own wanton satisfaction.
"Uuuhh, shit! Your tongue on my asshole is so delicious, lover! Oh… do it to me, Jet!
Do it!" her ass-cheeks wiggled more urgently than before. She was getting beyond the
playful stage. She needed cock! Hard, pulsing dog-cock!
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Anxiously, she looked back over her shoulder. She shivered as her eyes found what they
were looking for. Jet’s cock was protruding long and red and pointed from his hairy
sheath. He was as ready for action as she was.
The animal’s rough tongue was licking her ass-crevice with long greedy swipes. Jet was
getting a little bit out of control. The urgent need in his cock was driving him to lusty
bestial passion. But without the woman’s command he would do nothing. Ellen had
trained him herself. She didn’t want any embarrassing accidents. The horror of having
the dog mount her while she was bending forward for some innocent reason, in the
presence of guests, had haunted her at first. She had punished the dog severely every
time he tried to act without her command. Now he was perfectly trained. He only
fucked when he was told to.
Good as his tongue on her ass felt, Ellen was ready for more. She gave the German
shepherd his lusty command. "Come on, Jet! Up boy! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Her round, well-sculptured ass-cheeks quivered under the animal’s gaze. He paused a
moment, as though to be sure he had heard what he thought he heard. Then he raised
his forelegs from the carpet and wrapped them tightly around Ellen’s soft white hips.
He began to rut forward, trying to bury his scarlet cock in the tantalizing slit before
him. His first few attempts were unsuccessful. His cock-tip missed its mark and slid
harmlessly down over the woman’s erect clitoris.
Each unsuccessful thrust only drove the redhead to more urgent abandon. She
whimpered and screwed her ass back at the dog’s furry loins. "Uuuuuhhh…
ooooooohhhh… I want it! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!"
Just then, his cock-head found its goal. The rock-hard animal prick drove deep into the
woman’s waiting pussy. The force of his entry took Ellen’s breath away. But within
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moments she was loudly proclaiming the success of Jet’s harsh assault. "Oh, shit, yesss!
That’s what I wanted! Screw me! Screw me, darling lover! I need it so bad!"
The alcohol coursing through her veins helped intensify the lurid titillation of kneeling
naked on the rug, being fucked by a big black dog. Her own dog. Her well-trained dog.
The animal began to fuck in and out of her cruelly stretched pussy with short jack-
hammer strokes that made Ellen shriek with lust. She wiggled her ass back at him,
ignoring the slight pain of the first few strokes. Even the pain was pleasure. She
expected it. It was part of the intense, overwhelming turn-on of screwing a dumb,
rutting animal.
Once his cock was in her, Jet was running the show. Nothing could deter the big
animal from his bitch once his cock was securely buried in cunt.
Ellen felt instinctively the urgency of her dog lover’s need… and she reveled in it. She
enjoyed the perverted thrill of being the prize of her eager animal lover. She loved to
kneel helplessly before him while his stiff cock plundered her tender cunt again and
again and again.
Totally absorbed in the rhythmic passion of her depraved position, Ellen mewled and
grunted unashamedly, gyrating her ass back to search out each new pummeling assault
of her dog-lover’s prick. She felt a shiver of shame as a thought blazed through her
mind: what would Mona think if she could see her now? The idea was too horrible to
entertain a moment longer. But before she could dismiss it entirely, Ellen experienced a
naughty pang of titillation… would it turn Mona on? Almost as soon as it had arisen
the thought was gone. Mona was gone.
All that remained was that hard-driving dogprick that split her pussy wide with
merciless regularity. "Ooooohhh… Jee-zuz!" Her teeth bit cruelly at her lower lip. "God,
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it’s good! My pussy’s on fire! You’re loving me so good, Jet darling!" On impulse, Ellen
looked back over her shoulder at her canine lover. Just in time to see a long threat of
spittle break away from his slack lower jaw and splash onto her back. Her fleeting
feeling of revulsion was quickly transformed into lust. After all, this was what she
wanted. To be fucked like a bitch in heat. Jet was doing it to her… giving her everything
she needed. Her pussy was simmering with welling passion… building to a crisis.
She looked down, under her body, between the dangling cones of her tits. She could see
the dog’s hairy legs pressing against the firm white flesh of her thighs. She caught
fleeting glimpses of the red of his cock as it flashed in and out of her cunt. "Yeah…
that’s what I like! Fuck me! Fuck me good, Jet! Oh, yeah! Shit! Oh, yeah!"
In a rushing wave of fulfillment, her orgasm swept over her, filling her entire body with
sweet bliss. She wanted to collapse onto the rug, to enjoy the powerful sensations. But
she had to wait for the dog, who was still clinging to her hips and pounding his cock
feverishly into her swollen pussy. She tried to encourage him. To spur him on to his
climax. She waved her ass fitfully back at him. "Oh, Jet darling! I want your cum in me
so bad! Fill me up, baby! Do it! Do it!"
The titillation of her lewd words brought her a second orgasm at the time that the dog
was having his. The thought of his thick white juices surging up into her belly made
her tremble with depraved excitement. "Mmmmmm… you’re doing it in me, Jet! You’re
coming in me! You’re making me come again!" By this time the woman was almost
delirious. She collapsed forward onto the rug, relishing the wet friction of the dog’s
cock as it slipped out of her. She closed her eyes and let herself doze.
She was awakened by the harsh jingle of the hone. Automatically she reached for the
receiver, though she still had not recovered her bearings. "Hullo?" Her voice was thick,
disoriented.
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"Hi, honey! How you doing?" It was Jack.
"Oh, fine… I’m just fine."
She sensed the mocking curiosity in his voice. "You sure? You sound like you just crept
up out of a hole in the ground."
"I’m fine… honest. I was just getting ready to go pick up Mona." She couldn’t bear to
give her husband the satisfaction of knowing she’d been sleeping in the middle of the
day. "What time should I have dinner ready, Jack? Will you be able to get away by six?"
The pause on the other end of the line told Ellen what he was going to say before he
opened his mouth. "That’s what I called about, honey. I’ve got a client coming in at five
tonight. Chances are I’ll be tied up here till seven or eight, at least. It’s a complicated
account."
"Oh, Jack… and I’m so anxious to have Mona meet you." Ellen had to bite her lip to
keep herself from voicing her suspicions about tonight’s client. She didn’t want to give
him the satisfaction of knowing she was jealous.
"Well, she’s going to be here a while, isn’t she? I’ll meet her soon enough." He did not
sound enthusiastic.
"Well… okay…" Ellen wanted to cry, but she had no intention of indulging that
weakness. She hadn’t cried for years. "Do you want me to keep some dinner warm for
you?"
"That’s okay, honey. I’ll probably grab a bite with the client."
Client! Yeah, sure! Ellen thought.
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"Okay… then I’ll see you when you get here." Her voice was cold now. She was totally
in control.
"Righ… and Ellen?"
"Mmm?"
"Give my regards to your dog lover. I’ve got a feeling he’s close at hand." He chuckled.
A sharp click indicated he had hung up.
Sure that he would hear nothing of her outburst, Ellen slammed the receiver down
furiously. "Bastard!"

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GAIA LIBRARY SPECIAL EDITIONS – DOG-LOVING WIFE

By Janet McCoy

Foreword
When old friends reunite after a long parting, many things can happen. In this
revealing novel, they can, and do.
Ellen Banyon and Mona Freeman were friends in college. It has been ten years since
they have seen one another. Both are married. Both marriages, on the surface, are very
successful.
Only in the intimacy of their reunion do Ellen and Mona learn what has really been
going on in one another’s lives. They are mature women now, and they dare to look to
one another for comfort. On a girls’ weekend, with only the accompaniment of Ellen’s
dog, Jet, the two women discover an entirely new world of sensuality.
DOG-LOVING WIFE – a story of morals turned upside down; a story of
overwhelming, illicit passion.
-The Publisher

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THE WIFE’S SECRET URGE – Chapter 9
Alice sighed tiredly as she lay on the sheepskin. Her cunt throbbed pleasantly. She
could feel cum seeping slowly from its still-quivering depths. Eric and Chris had just
finished fucking her. "It’s a reward," she laughingly told the two men.
"A reward for who… you or them?" Kathy asked laughingly. She was slowly stroking
Alice’s tits. "Well… for all of us!" Alice replied.
Then she clapped her hand to her mouth. "Oh! I forgot Gus!" she said in mock alarm.
"Don’t you think he needs a reward too?"
The eyes of the three watching her widened. "You mean…?" they chorused.
"Uhhuh," Alice laughed. "I mean… I want to fuck the big lovable bastard."
"Well… roll over, honey, because I think he’s ready," Kathy said. "He’s already got a
hard-on just from watching Eric and Chris at work."
It was true. Alice looked over, and sure enough, Gus had a huge erection. He pranced
and shuffled in place, obviously eager for his share.
"I’m going to do it different this time," Alice said almost to herself. "No fucking from
the back. I want to see him while he’s fucking me!"
Getting up, the naked, sex-damp girl lay down on her back on a low couch, her legs
trailing over the end. She spread her legs wide apart. Her blond-fringed slit beckoned in
the dog’s direction.
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Gus stalked closer, sniffing cautiously at Alice’s cunt. This new position was a little
confusing to him. But he recognized the rich sexy odor of the girl’s seeping pussy hole.
His tongue shot out, slicing deep between Alice’s pussy lips, scooping up gobs of her
pussy juices, thick with Eric and Chris’ cum. Alice jerked and twitched on the couch,
her legs stiffening. "Oooohhhh," she moaned.
"Look at that!" Kathy laughed. "He’s a real pro. Horny as he is, he’s got time for
foreplay."
But the dog was obviously anxious. Gingerly he mounted the front of Alice’s body, his
forelegs braced on the couch. He shuffled closer, his cock nearing Alice’s beckoning
cunt. "So easy to put it in this way," she said happily. Her fingers guided the big probe
up into her pussy slit. Everyone braced himself as the dog tensed, then, wham! His cock
slammed deep into Alice’s cunt.
"Oh! Oh, God yes! it’s so wonderful!" Alice blurted. Her legs rose from the floor to
wrap around the animal’s hairy body. "Aaaahhhh… you big handsome brute! Fuck me!
Make me your bitch!" she whimpered.
Alice sensed someone near. Quivering with pleasure as the dog’s cock pounded again
and again up into her shuddering cunt, she opened her eyes. Eric was leaning over her,
his face soft with love. "You mind if I kiss you?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? I’d love it!" Alice sighed. She saw that Chris and Kathy were already
hotly embracing one another. "They’re a couple," Alice said in a sudden flash of insight
as Eric leaned down toward her. "But we’re a trio, you and Gus and I."
"Uh-uh," Eric Said. "There are four of us – you and me and Gus… and the van."
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Then Eric’s lips were on hers. She felt his tongue work into her mouth… just as she
started cumming, her spasming cunt sucking the cum from Gus’ big red dog cock.
THE END

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