Animal Story...

   None of this is true.  It is all purely fiction and is nothing more than
poorly written ramblings and half baked cookie cutter "ohhh gawd!!!  It's
just so big" fantasies too graphic for most forums...

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   Claimed Bitch

   CHAPTER ONE - Sunday

   "That damn woman just will not leave me alone!" thought Frank as he
sloshed down another Golden Gobel.  "If only she bothered me in the right
way!" He had sulked around most of his only day off work from the scrap
yard, drinking beer and putting off his morning shower.  He had tried to
get his wife of 8 years into the shower with him earlier, but that had met
with the same icy reaction he had gotten used to over the past few years.
She had said something about a stopped up drain in the shower, a broken tub
stopper in the main bathroom, and had said she wanted both fixed before she
would even consider fooling around.  Hell, the shower drain wasn't stopped
up, it just drained too slow.  If she would take about a 3 to 5 minute
shower, then the water would only be standing about half an inch in the
bottom and would be gone in 30 minutes!  Frank was still on the first item
of Linda's list; a sticky overhead garage door.  He would get to the
plumbing problems eventually.

   "Frank, are you finished in the garage yet?" Linda was coming out to see
if he had made progress on his 'honey do' list.  She felt somewhat
repentant having turned Frank down this morning but there was so much to do
around their fix-it-upper home.  Linda was a stunning figure, even when
dressed for housework.  Standing only 5 foot 3 and weighing 110 pounds, her
lean 28 year old runners' body belied her mostly static lifestyle.  She had
married Frank after a whirlwind romance.  He was the bad boy party animal
and she was the tigress who had tamed him.  Now, after the capture, there
wasn't much left to their relationship.  They had co-existed these past few
years with only an occasional reprieve from what had become a boring daily
existence.  He worked 6 days a week in a scrap yard and she had landed the
return clerk job at Walemart.  They hadn't had children and could barely
afford the mortgage on the run-down home they shared with Rambo, Franks
four year old Mastiff.

   "Almost finished dear.  I can never find my tools.  Have you seen my
pipe wrench?" Frank slid the nearly empty twelve pack behind the vise.  She
didn't need to see how much he had drank already today.

   "I haven't seen it but I do see your stash." Frank had not been quick
enough hiding his beer.  "Please don't get loaded again this weekend, I got
some plans for you and if you can't get it up again I'll stick a pencil
down your pisser." Linda teased.

   Red-faced, Frank spat, "Damn, one time I can't do it and you never
forget.  You probably told all your friends and had a good laugh at me. 
You better be ready for tonight, I'm gonna bang you so hard your kids will
feel it"

   Linda's breath caught and she shuddered at his sudden anger.  She might
be in for more than she had bargained for.  It had been two weeks since
they had last screwed and then Frank had been a pathetic slobbering drunk
who she made get behind her doggie style so she wouldn't have to smell his
breath.  He had proceeded to pound into her without rhythm or any interest
in pleasing her.  Then Frank just stopped moving and his dick shrank as he
slipped off to her side, out cold without either of them cumming.

   "Just don't drink anymore today and I will make you glad you didn't!"

   She left him to his work and Frank eyed his remaining three beers
carefully.  "It's only 4 o'clock and if we get in bed at nine, damn."

   One hour and three beers later Frank sauntered into the house and
announced "I'm outta cigarettes, anything you need from town?"

   Linda eyed him carefully.  He was somewhat tipsy but not as drunk as
usual.  "Sure, stop by Freddie's house if you don't mind."

   He grinned.  Freddie was the local pot dealer.  This means she wants to
get high and screw!  "Sounds like someone wants to get in the mood..."

   "Go get my smoke and your smokes and I'll be ready for you before you
get back!"

   Frank got into his 4 wheel drive pickup truck and drove to the carryout
in town.  He picked up two packs of smokes and another twelve pack of
Gobels.  Frank arrived at Freddie's house just in time to catch him heading
out his front door.

   "Where ya goin Freddie?"

   "I had a good day if you know what I mean, sort of ran out of goods.  Is
that what you want too?"

   "Sure is, Linda too.  Have you got just a little I could have for now?"

   "No but if you don't mind waiting inside I will be back in about an
hour."

   Frank went inside.  Freddie's boys were watching the game on TV and
drinking.  Frank followed suit.

   Linda paced back to the cracked picture window and stared out and down
the road, for the umpteenth time.  Her initial anger had come to a full
boil as she thought about the trip for smokes.  Frank's insistence on
having a cell phone instead of a hard wired one made it impossible for her
to contact him.  With her car broken down and no phone, she felt trapped
and pissed.  Suddenly a loud noise from the garage startled her.  She
picked up a wrench, noting it was the missing pipe wrench, and headed out
the door.  Halfway to the garage she saw a large dog come out the side
door.

   "Rambo, you scared the hell out of me!!" The dog looked at her with his
big sad eyes.  He was drooling profusely, but then again, when wasn't he?

   "Stay in the yard and kill if you have to." She laughed nervously.

   It was getting dark and still no sign of her husband.  She said the
quick version of the Serenity Prayer.  "Fuck it" and started her dinner.

   Frank was very unsteady as he walked to his truck.  He had waited two
hours for Freddie to get back but the wait was worth it.  He still had six
beers left and four big fat joints.  He started his truck and headed home.
He had gone about a mile when he noticed the red and blue lights in his
mirror...

   "Enough!!" Linda said to herself again.  "I have had enough of that
drunken lying bastard!" She thought back to earlier this evening and
wondered anew why she ever went to the trouble of shaving her puss and
making sure she was "ready" in all the right places for her drunken
husband. It was nearly midnight and no sign of Frank.  If he wasn't such a
drunk, she would have worried that he was seeing someone else.  With such
thoughts on her mind she went to bed alone and fell into a fitful sleep.

   CHAPTER TWO - Monday

   "Dammit I'm going to be late again!  Good thing my manager has the hots
for me.  Maybe I'll give him a shot." Naked, she continued her sponge bath.
"God I feel like some tramp washing up at the truck stop!" Linda cursed as
she knelt on the towels bunched up on the bathroom floor.  She was washing
her long brown hair under the bathroom tub faucet.  Her small frame
teetered on the edge of the tub as her head bobbed under the running water.
"If only Frank had worked on that drain yesterday like he promised he
would..." She was too pissed to be worried about him and she started
ranting as she washed her hair.  She squeezed the shampoo bottle and too
much came out.  She started massaging the soap into her scalp.  From her
face down position, excess shampoo ran out of her hair and into her eyes.
"DAMN FUCK DAMN" she screeched and leaned even further into the tub to let
the water run in her eyes.  Several strands of hair swirled on the bottom
of the tub and went down the drain as she washed out the soap.

   Her screeching had wakened Rambo.  He had been lying in the kitchen
where he hoped to score some leftovers and was snoozing, waiting for
someone to run the can opener.  He jumped to his feet and looked for the
source of the noise.  He was a big dog.  When Frank got him, he wanted the
biggest meanest dog he could get.  At 4 years old, Rambo was just about 200
pounds and stood 34 inches at the shoulder.  His slick brindle hair was
only about half an inch long, showing off his massive chest and lined face.
He was not a mean dog but whenever he hears a screech like that, Rambo will
investigate.

   In the bathroom, Linda was getting herself into more trouble.  Her hair
had gone down the drain and had wrapped around the broken stopper.  She was
held fast and was far beyond the angriest she had ever been.  "FUCKING
BASTARD!!!!" she howled.  Her anger was palatable as she considered her
options.  "That son of a bitch had better be dead or I'll KILL him!" she
said of Frank.

   Rambo had just come around the corner and saw the source of all the
screeching.  Linda's naked ass was hovering about eye level with her knees
a couple of inches off the floor as she tried to get her hair out of the
drain.  She had scooted forward to get her face closer to the bottom of the
tub.  Rambo walked into the bathroom, his nails clicking on the floor. 
Linda had just turned off the water in time to hear his approach.

   "Dammit Rambo, go away!" she shouted into the tub.  Rambo started to
sniff her ass, and then he gave it a tentative lick.

   "NO!  GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING MUTT!" she bellowed.  Rambo was not
to be discouraged that easy.  He had found a tasty treat right in front of
his nose and he was going have some.  Linda had to push back against his
nose to get her knees back on the floor.  She pulled her knees up under her
as much as she could to lower her ass so Rambo could not have access.  It
didn't work.  He just lowered his head and started tonguing her asshole
faster with occasional misses swiping the pussy she had shaved the night
before while waiting for Frank.  Anyone who has ever seen an English
Mastiff knows they drool a lot and Rambo was no exception.  Soon his drool
was dripping off Linda's pussy and running down her leg to her knee.  She
was stuck with her ass as close to the floor as she could get it without
pulling the hair out of her head.  She looked around as much as she could
with her hair held captive by the drain and spotted her razor across the
tub from her.  If she could just raise up enough to get her tits inside the
tub, she could reach it and perhaps saw some of her hair off at the drain.
It was a mistake.  As she rose up to reach for her razor, her ass again
came to eye level with Rambo and he started licking her pussy slit in
earnest.  Her arm froze in its travel to the razor then dropped to the
floor of the tub.  His rough tongue was punishing her clit and her stomach
tightened as her back arched involuntarily.  "Damn, he's good" she thought
to herself both disgusted and intrigued.  Rambo continued licking Linda's
awakened pussy with enough force to send his huge tongue slightly into her
cunt.  His large nose was pressed tight against her asshole and the cold
nose and hot tongue in tandem caused Linda to squirm and arch her back even
more.  Large amounts of drool coated both ass cheeks and dripped from her
thrumming pussy.  Then he stopped.  She was almost annoyed by Rambo's
cessation of attention to her pussy.  "You're just like your owner, always
starting something and not finishing the job." She was somewhat relieved
that Rambo had stopped when he did or in her sexually deprived state, she
probably would have cum while being eaten by a dog.

   Her attention shifted back to freeing her hair and she edged forward to
gain some slack when she felt Rambo's weight land on her back.  The edge of
the tub became a pivot point as her ass raised another two inches and she
felt her exposed ass and drool soaked pussy brush against Rambo's haunches.
One of his massive paws draped itself over her shoulder and the other
wrapped around her chest between her hanging breasts.  "NO NO NO NO!!" she
pleaded loudly but Rambo's eyes were glazed and his breath coming in quick
pants as he heaved his huge hind quarters towards his target.  She put both
hands on the bottom of the tub and tried to raise up and rip her hair loose
but his weight held her in position.  Seconds later she felt the tip of his
hot cock split her sphincter as about an inch of dog cock went up her drool
lubricated ass.  "NOOOOOO she screamed and lifted her ass quickly and not a
second too soon as Rambo, sensing he had hit pay dirt shoved his cock
forward.  His missed.  His cock slid between her pussy lips, bumping her
clit and ending up at the top of her pubic mound!  "God!  It must be eight
inches from my ass to there!" Thought Linda, "Please God don't let him in
me." Rambo kept trying and missing.  His cock kept slipping past Linda's
spit slick slit and ending up half way to her belly button!  Then he didn't
miss.  Linda knew she was fucked as soon as the first 5 inches of huge dog
cock split her pussy.  Rambo, again sensing his triumph, shoved forward and
was rewarded by entering his newest bitch, stretching her further than she
had ever thought possible.  DAMN he is HUGE she thought.  How big is he? 
She tried to look back but all she saw was the tub.  Rambo, living up to
his name, started fucking her in earnest.  His huge tennis ball size balls
and her dangling breasts were swinging wildly as his oversize cock found
previously uncharted pussy deep inside Linda.  His girth was so wide she
felt like her pussy was being torn so she tried to arch her back and ease
the pressure.  Another mistake.  Arching her back opened her pussy like a
flower and Rambo, with steady long strokes sank nine inches of ball bat
sized meat deep into her pussy until his softball sized knot was banging at
her wide stretched cunt.  Linda did not know what was splitting her so the
harder Rambo pushed his knot into her, the more she tried to relax her
pussy so she wouldn't be hurt.  His knot was stretching her pussy, rapidly
backing out, then stretching her some more until, with a whine and a super
dog effort, he was able to force his huge knot into the tightest bitch he
had ever fucked.  Her pain was almost as immense as her pleasure.  Linda
felt her stomach starting to contract.  Her orgasm had begun.  It built
with a roar and took her arms out from under her as she shook with
pleasure. Rambo was fucking her harder, deeper, longer, and above all else
stretching her cunt to impossible proportions as she came, slowed, and came
again, each of her orgasms building in intensity until after several
mind-blowing multiple orgasms, she collapsed as her world went dark.

   Linda awoke after what she guessed was a couple of minutes.  She didn't
know how he had done it but now Rambo was butt to butt with her, pumping
her full of cum.  She could feel the throb of his cock as his huge balls
emptied themselves deeper in her pussy than she had ever imagined any cock
could go.  Rambo seemed to go on forever, his back hunched and his tail
straight over her back.  Linda noticed her hair was not stuck in the drain
anymore; it had been torn loose by her wild tossing of her head as she had
cum.  Her stomach felt on fire and she was sure she was bleeding from
somewhere.  Then Rambo decided to leave the bathroom dragging his helpless
penile decoration with him.  The pain was intense.  Her pussy, sore and
stretched, would not relinquish its grip on his massive organ.  They were
locked together.  After pumping what seemed like quarts of cum into his
well bred bitch, Rambo's cock shrank enough to come out of Linda's pussy.
She sat back, leaning against the hallway wall as his cum poured out of
her. Surveying the damage, Linda slipped her small fist easily into her
badly stretched cunt.  She had been three fingers tight just an hour
earlier and now her pussy had lost all resistance.

   Amazed by the lack of blood and realizing she hadn't been torn apart as
she first thought, Linda contemplated her situation.  Frank, wherever he
was, would surely think she had cheated on him with a horse dick stud if he
managed to get his cock in her before her pussy returned to normal, if it
would return to normal.  She would have to hold out for a while and hope
she got some shape back to her tortured, satiated hole.  Another thought
came ripping through her mind.  She had never had an orgasm like the one
she just had.  She had actually passed out from the sheer pleasure she had
received.  Was it the result of being crushed on the tub and short of
breath or did Rambo manage to take her somewhere she had never been with a
man?  Maybe it was the rape aspect and being at the mercy of Rambo
accelerated her libido.  Whatever it was, she wanted it to happen again. 
She started wondering if all dogs could do what he did.  What about horses?
She had heard of donkey shows and women fucking horses.  Now it didn't seem
all that far out of reason.  If the right circumstance presented itself,
she could see some possibility there.

   CHAPTER THREE

   Linda stood on shaky legs and with a hand on the wall and the other
stemming the flow of dog cum leaking from her stretched pussy; she made her
way back to the scene of the crime.  It seemed like hours ago she was bent
over the tub taking a pounding from the family dog.  She sat on the toilet
and let his cum run out of her tender pussy.  Her knees were shaking
slightly and her ribs hurt from being ground against the tub.  She
inspected herself for other wounds and apart from some scratches on her
shoulder from Rambo's nails, she seemed in fair condition.  She was already
making up something to tell Frank about the scratches when she heard the
sound of gravel scrunching in the driveway.  She hadn't heard the roar of
Frank's truck so she knew it wasn't him who got out of the door she had
just heard close.  Hurriedly, she put on the bath robe she had stashed on
the towel rack and limped slowly into the living room.  As expected, there
was a knock on the door.

   Matt drove to Frank and Linda's house slightly worried.  She was one of
his very best employees and not bad to look at either.  He was the manager
of Walemart, not a powerless assistant manager but the main manager in
charge of the local store.  Linda had not shown for work this morning and
did not call in.  When he tried the only phone number he had for her, it
didn't even ring through.  Normally he did not take such a personal
interest in his employees but Linda was a special case.  She was always
pleasant and smiled a lot, customers loved her, and Matt had a personal
fantasy involving her.  Rumor had it she was married to a drunk and not too
happy about her situation.  This would be the first time Matt had ever gone
to her home.  He hoped she was alone...

   Linda answered the door not knowing who was on the other side.  Her
recent escapade with Rambo made her walk a little bow legged to ease
discomfort to her tender pussy flesh.  Her surprise and embarrassment to
see her boss was evident as she blushed at the sight of him on the other
side of the screen door.

   "Linda, is everything alright?"

   "Y-Yes, I guess so." Linda was unsure what he wanted or why he was here.

   "You were scheduled to come in this morning and when you didn't, I got
concerned.  When I called, I couldn't get the phone to ring through or even
leave a message."

   "I know, Frank didn't come home last night and he has the phone with him
so you wouldn't have gotten me anyway.  I don't have a car right now and
was going to catch a ride with Frank but..."

   "Do you mind if I come inside, I really would like to talk to you about
missing work and perhaps work out some alternate method of contacting you?"

   "Sure, come in, I'm sorry, I'm not myself today."

   Rambo came from the kitchen into the room just as Matt opened the screen
door.  The door closed quickly with Matt still outside as Rambo made his
presence known.  He started barking at Matt through the door.  His hair
raised up on his back menacingly.

   "MY GOD!  You didn't tell me you had a barking horse!" Matt exclaimed.
"How big is he?"

   Linda blushed again and thought to herself, "If you only knew..." She
said, "He's right around 200 pounds, about average for an English Mastiff."
She chided Rambo for barking and Rambo quieted down and headed back into
the kitchen.  Matt came inside and stood just inside the door.

   "Linda, I just want you to know that anything we talk about will be held
completely confidential.  I'm not here to get you in trouble; I'd like to
help if there is anything you need." Matt emphasized the word 'anything'
and instantly regretted it.

   Linda, in her current state of numbness, didn't catch the inflection. 
She was too focused on standing as normal as she could, keeping her legs
together as much as possible.  Another glob of Rambo's cum was starting its
journey past her battered pussy lips and running down her leg under the
concealing bath robe with her boss standing less than a yard away.  She
excused herself.

   "Matt, I'd be happy to talk to you about whatever it is you want to talk
about but I need to freshen up some first.  Please have a seat and I'll be
right back."

   Matt nodded and took a seat on the couch as Linda shuffled towards the
bathroom.  He caught the odor of something familiar, he just couldn't place
it.  Linda moved slowly toward the bathroom, trying to walk normally as a
huge load of cum slipped past her bruised pussy and slid down her leg. 
Matt watched her walk away, noticing her slight limp and wondering if she
really was ok.

   Linda made it to the bathroom and closed the door.  "How much cum is in
there!" she wondered to herself.  The load sliding past her ankle was more
than Frank could deposit in an entire night of love-making and she thought
she had gotten most of it out already.  She sat on the toilet and tried to
tighten her abdomen to force the remainder of Rambo's cum out.  She almost
gasp out loud as pain from her exertion flashed through her body.  "I am
going to get that dog hard and measure his cock so I will know what was in
me" she thought to herself as she cleaned up.

   Walking back into the living room was much easier this time and Linda
even managed a smile for Matt as she reappeared.

   "Feel better?"

   "Yeah, I guess I am a little under the weather." Linda sat in the rocker
opposite Matt.

   "I noticed you seem to be moving a little slow.  If you don't feel well,
I understand and will mark you as sick today.  You still have sick days
left over from last year and I would be happy to apply them to this year
even though we aren't supposed to carry them over."

   His offer was generous and Linda knew it.  She graciously accepted his
kind offer and said "Matt, I do want you to know I am having a bit of a
crisis right now.  It isn't like Frank to disappear like he did and not
come home." It was a lie but she didn't want Matt to know the full extent
of her problems.  "Frank has a bit of a drinking problem and his work has
threatened his job so hopefully he went directly there from wherever he
was."

   Linda's bath robe had opened slightly at the top exposing one of Rambo's
scratches.  "What happened to your shoulder?  Are you sure you're ok?"

   "I'm fine, really.  This is just a scratch I got from playing with the
dog." Linda blushed again, and again she thought, 'if you only knew'.

   "Well if there is anything you would like me to do for you please let me
know and I will be happy to do it." Matt was striking out and he knew it.
He tried to give himself another reason to visit later.  "How about if I
check up on you later today, around four thirty.  If there's anything you
can think of that you need, I can pick it up for you and drop it off then."

   Linda considered his proposal.  Then she realized he was inviting
himself back and she decided to take advantage of the situation.  "I could
use a couple of things and I have no way to get them so if you wouldn't
mind..."

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Her boss was gone and Linda was alone in the house with Rambo again. 
Her stomach had quit contracting and her stretched pussy was starting to
feel less plundered.  Linda went into the kitchen were Rambo waited
patiently for his breakfast.  As Linda approached, he rolled onto his back
begging for a stomach rub.  Linda knelt beside him and talked to him
lovingly.  "Rambo is such a good boy, good boy." She said as she rubbed his
tummy.  More cum had leaked out and had been removed from her pussy after
Matt's departure.  "Did you pump mommy full this morning?" She continued
talking in her good puppy voice.  Her hand wandered the expanse of Rambo's
chest, slowly moving south towards his sheath.  Ever since he had fucked
her silly in the bathroom, she had wanted to get a look at his cock.  It
had been four hours since Rambo slammed his meat into her and she still
felt loose and bruised.  Her view of his equipment had been hidden by the
tub and her imagination was running wild.  She stroked his sheath until the
pink tip of his cock was sticking out.  There was a lump on his dick back
by his huge balls and she rightly assumed that was what he had stuck in her
that caused so much stretching.

   Rambo, enjoying the hand job, lifted his leg further and more of his
cock started sliding out.  Linda held his sheath close to the business end
and slid the sheath back to and over the lump.  Just behind the lump she
felt a smaller lump, kind of hard and bone like.  As her fingers closed
around the smaller lump, Rambo's hips bucked and his cock started growing.
She had found his pleasure point and she wasn't letting go.  His cock grew
rapidly as her mouth fell open in surprise.  This dog's cock really was
much bigger than she had thought!  There was no way this huge thing was up
in her earlier today!  She spit on her free hand and wrapped it around the
thick part of his strangely shaped dick.  If she had taken her other hand
off Rambo's cock base and grabbed his tool with both hands, it would have
been a perfect fit!  He was fully three and a half inches across at the
thick part of his cock!  Her eyes wandered to his knot.  The knowledge that
this entire projection had been firmly lodged in her cunt this morning was
beyond her comprehension.  The knot was as big as both her fists together!
It was easily 5 inches across and hard as a rock.  How the hell he had
gotten that inside her was impossible to explain.  She sized up his length
by laying her arm alongside the thrusting cock.  With her middle finger
touching the wrist of her other hand, the tapered head of Rambo's penis
extended to about two inches from her elbow!  He really wasn't as long as
she felt him to be when he had taken her but he was much bigger around. 
She felt extremely lucky to have avoided the initial anal threat posed by
him when he first entered her.  Rambo's prick had been pumping a steady
dribble of cum as she did her exploring.  It was running off his belly and
dribbling onto the floor.  Linda relinquished her grip on his cock and
stood up.  Rambo immediately started licking his exposed tool as Linda went
to the junk drawer to get her tape measure.  She measured her hand and arm
to where Rambo's cock had reached.  It was nearly 13 inches from the base
of his knot to the end of his dick.  His dick alone was nine inches from
the tip to the beginning of his knot.  She chuckled as she thought of
Frank's meaty 7 inch dick.  Never again would she think of Frank as being
'well hung'.  "Well, maybe if he stuck it in my ass." She said quietly.

   Linda poured food into Rambo's bowl as he continued licking his rapidly
shrinking cock.  She felt he deserved something extra and went to the
cupboard to see what she had.  Linda selected a can of beef broth and
opened it.  Upon hearing the can opener, Rambo came to attention and stood
beside his new bitch while she prepared his meal.  She poured the broth
over his dog food.  "Here you go boy, I want you to eat up so you will be
big and strong for Mommy!" Her face turned crimson as she realized what she
had said.  Linda had caught herself getting her new lover ready for more
action while she was still stretched out from the morning fuck
session/rape! "What is wrong with me?" She mused "Have I become interested
in bestiality?  Her mind raced as she sat at the kitchen table, drinking
coffee and watching Rambo eat the broth laced dog food.  She considered the
taboo of bestiality.  Really she had done nothing wrong.  She just happened
to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and Rambo raped her.  She
couldn't blame the dog he was acting on instinct.  From his point of view,
a hot bitch was bent over and screeching, demanding his attention.  He did
what came natural.  Her body had reacted to his invasion the only way it
could.  He had warmed her up with his tongue; God knows Rambo gave her more
foreplay when raping her than she had gotten from Frank in a year!  Then he
made her cum harder than she had ever experienced in her life.  Yet the
taboo of bestiality darkened the moment.  Bestiality!  She had heard of
sick women mating with animals but she didn't think of herself as the
bestiality type.

   Lately she had resigned herself to a mundane sex routine with Frank and
had found herself wanting someone else, someone like Matt.  Hell if Rambo
hadn't taken her this morning, Matt might have scored a piece when he
showed up unexpectedly at her door!  Now her desire for Matt was waning as
she felt Rambo had given her what she had been missing.  At twenty-eight
years old, her sex drive felt stronger than it had ever been and her
husband was not able to perform like he used to.  Added together it was a
volatile combination that could only lead to her finding satisfaction
elsewhere.  She continued this train of thought absentmindedly until she
caught her hand exploring her pussy.  She was still very wet and seeping a
small amount of Rambo's cum but her hole was quickly returning to normal
size and she was snug around 4 fingers.  Linda had not intended to stick
her fingers in her cunt but she was curious about how her body was
responding to its recent invasion.  Her discovery of her recovery was
encouraging and she felt that Frank might not notice her new found limits.

   She was brought back to the present by a knock on the door.  She hadn't
heard anyone pull up and was taken by surprise.  She quickly pulled her
open robe closed, wiped cum off her hand on the dishtowel, and answered the
door.

   Matt was back.  He had the requested items from earlier this morning and
was being the Good Samaritan that he really was.  Matt was not the usual
Walemart manager.  Most managers are paid according to many metrics, among
them, cutting overtime, reducing expense, and making sure the associates
working for them worked hard.  Matt believed in paying folks what they are
worth and in return, his work force had more loyalty than any other store
in the global chain.

   "Here are the things you wanted." Matt was a little embarrassed.  This
was his first time ever-buying tampons and panty shields.  Linda really
hadn't needed the tampons but the panty shields would come in handy soon.
When he had so graciously offered to pick some things up, she decided to
ask him to get those things in particular.  Frank had flat refused to ever
get feminine hygiene articles and Linda wanted to experience just once a
man buying those for her.

   "How much did it come to?"

   "I shoplifted." Matt grinned and Linda let out a small chuckle.  "Really
it wasn't much, don't worry about it."

   "I have another favor to ask you.  Could I use your cell phone to try
and locate Frank?"

   "WOW, he still hasn't come home or called?" Matt was starting to count
his chickens.  "Sure, I hope he's ok."

   "He'd better not be or I am gonna be pissed." Linda's intensity caused
Matt to step back as he reached for his phone.

   Linda struck pay dirt on her first call.  The police told her about her
husbands arrest for drinking and driving and for possession of marijuana.
The bond had been set at $1,500.00 because this was his second arrest for
DUI in two years.  His court date was in a week.  Linda was not angry, nor
did she show any emotion as her mind raced to the immediate future.  Frank
was going to be gone for awhile and Rambo was resting up for...  Her thighs
clinched together as a quiver ran through her.  Matt took the look on her
face as one of worry and he came to the rescue.

   "I heard." He said.  "Looks like you will need some time off work.  I
looked today and you have never used the two days a year we allow as paid
sick days.  You have been with us for five years.  I can't give you all the
days but please go ahead and take the rest of the week off so you can get
something done about your husband.  Maybe if he told the judge he has a
drinking problem he could get sent to one of those intervention programs.
Another thing I would like you to do is hold onto that cell phone for
awhile.  The battery is charged and good for a couple of hours talk time.
If you need me, my number is programmed in as 'home'.

   "What will your wife think if I call your house with your phone?!"

   "Uh, I thought you knew; I got divorced last year." Matt looked down
dejectedly and shuffled his feet.  Linda was taken by surprise; Walemart
was like a small town where everyone knew everyone else's business.  The
news of Matt's availability was shocking and caused her to look at him in a
new light.  "Looks like I stepped right in that one." She bit her lower
lip. "Thanks for the kindness, I needed a phone and a friend.  She stepped
forward and hugged Matt.  He slowly placed his arms around her shoulders
and released her when he felt her grip on him loosen.  It was a hug between
friends.  Nothing more.

   Matt left feeling mixed emotions but he had placed the strange odor he
smelled earlier.  She smelled like sex.  More accurately, she smelled like
she had just gotten plowed.  He wondered if there was someone hiding in the
bedroom.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Linda spent the rest of the afternoon and evening wondering aimlessly
around her home and even took a walk around their two acres of property. 
Frank did not occupy her mind near as much as Matt and Rambo.  She thought
of Frank with contempt and tried to not think of him at all.  Instead she
kept imagining herself draped across the various items she had seen with
Rambo hammering away at her willing pussy.  As she walked past the garage,
she saw the wood pile with its chopping stump.  It was just about the right
height for her use.  Then she came across the pair of saw horses in the
garage.  Not sure how they could be used but maybe some type of bondage
thing.  She flashed back to her morning bondage scene with her hair stuck
in the drain and her pussy moistened.  Perhaps the most graphic image she
imagined was when she came across Frank's old weight set.  It was a set of
free weights with a bench press bench made to lie down on.  The padded
bench was only about 12 inches wide and when she laid down on it, she
realized it was about as wide as she was.  If her legs were spread and
Rambo was humping away right now she would get the missionary fucking of
her life.  Her fantasy as she lay in the corner of the garage on the weight
bench drew her hands to her hairless pussy.  She had dressed earlier in a
pair of flannel boxers with no panties and a tee shirt with no bra.  Her
animal lust was controlling her hands as she started gently massaging her
clit with one hand and her small breast with the other.  She imagined
Rambo, chest to chest with her as he entered her willing pussy.  Her eyes
closed as she remembered the fullness of the morning and how completely in
Rambo's control she had been.  Perhaps if she could get herself tied to the
bench somehow she would be able to repeat the morning pleasure.

   Just then she heard a car door shut.  She hadn't heard anyone pull up
but the unmistakable door sound brought her out of her reverie.  She slowly
got up and peeked out of the garage.  She saw Freddie's van parked in front
of their house.  She rounded the corner of the house as Freddie was
stepping off their porch.

   "Hello Freddie."

   He jumped, "Wow, you scared me!"

   She could tell he was very jumpy and he looked nervously toward the road
and back to Linda.

   "Can we go inside and talk?"

   "Ok but I better get Rambo put up; he has been acting a little strange
lately." She said.  'Getting some strange' is more like it', she thought.

   She went inside and Freddie followed.  Once Rambo's baby gate was put
across the kitchen doorway, they sat down in the living room to talk.  With
amusement, she noticed Freddie had sat in the exact same place Matt had sat
in earlier today.

   "Ok Freddie, what's up?"

   "It's Frank.  You know he was arrested last night, don't you?"

   "Yeah, he sucks.  I mean, look at this place.  If you lived here
wouldn't you fix it up a little?  Instead he just drinks his life and maybe
even his wife away." Her bitterness took Freddie by surprise.

   "Aren't you the least bit concerned about him being locked up?"

   "Fuck him.  I told him to come right back.  The cops said they got him
around 10:00, almost 4 hours after he left here.  He deserves to be locked
up for awhile."

   "Well I'm worried.  He got caught with some stuff I sold him and if he
talks..."

   "We both know Frank.  He won't say anything.  He might be a worthless
turd but he's no snitch."

   "How sure are you of that."

   "Very sure.  Probably the only thing that might make him want to rat you
out would be if he thought you were visiting me while he was locked up."

   Linda had carefully phrased her threat and spoke in even tones so as to
warn but not alarm Freddie.

   "Then I suggest we don't tell him I was here." Freddie fielded her
threat.  "Here, have a couple of joints and relax.  I got the message and
as long as there's no waves, we'll all be ok."

   He handed her two very large joints and got up.

   "I hope Frank gets off easy." Freddie said as he headed for the door.

   "I hope he rots in jail." Linda's matter of fact voice and hard line
caught Freddie off guard.  He wondered what Frank had been doing to her to
make her so hateful.

   "Hey Freddie, thanks.  These are going to come in handy."

   "No problem.  If you get the chance, find out what Frank is thinking
about all this."

   "Fuck him." Again, so matter of fact and so much unlike the Linda
Freddie thought he knew.

   Linda watched Freddie pull away and aimlessly slid her hand back inside
the boxers.  Her pussy was still seeping very small amounts of doggie cum,
or was that her own secretion?  She would have to fix that.

   CHAPTER SIX

   Linda finally got a hold Frank later that evening.  She had put off
smoking any of the pot for fear she would get `in the mood' before her
battered pussy was recovered so when she called the jail to find out
specifics, it was a sober, angry wife who finally got her husband on the
phone.

   "Are you going to bail me out?" Frank managed to ask after a couple of
"I told you so's" punched him in the gut.

   "Where would I get the money for that?" Linda snapped.

   "Go to my mom's and tell her you need it for something but just don't
tell her what, hell make something up."

   "Fuck you.  I've done enough lying for you to last a lifetime.  I'm not
going to tell your boss your sick anymore, and I won't make up some lame
story to tell your parents." Linda spun on her heel and paced back into the
laundry room.

   Frank, resigned to staying put at least until his court date, tried to
calm her down with small talk.  "So, where are you now?"

   "I'm home." Her answers were short, clipped by anger.

   "Then how are you calling me.  Did you get a phone put in?" He was
hoping she had so at least he would have some ammo for the upcoming battle.

   "No, I borrowed a cell from a friend until I get downtown and pick your
cell up."

   "Who gave you their cell?"

   "That is none of your business."

   "Sure it is, I'd like to know who's being kind to my wife so I can repay
them.  It's not that I don't trust you..."

   "This conversation is over Frank.  We will discuss our alleged future
together when you get out."

   Linda was so angry that she hung up on him.  How dare he ask her to lie
for him again?  It was bad enough he wouldn't take care of the house!  She
walked into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed.  Absentmindedly, she
slipped her hand into the fly of the flannel boxers.  One finger went in
easily with just a little resistance.  She worked her pussy with her hand
as she thought of the weight bench in the garage.  Her other hand slipped
up inside her shirt and she rolled her left nipple between thumb and
forefinger.  Linda managed to get her standard three fingers inside and was
working her clit with her thumb as she fantasized about Rambo and the
weight bench.  It was just the right height, length, and width for her
missionary style plan and she fully intended to have "mans best friend"
pounding away at her soon.  Her administrations soon took control of her
breathing and she brought herself to orgasm using only her hand, something
she had not done for awhile.  In the brief afterglow, she realized she had
slipped four fingers in as she came and was no longer "three fingers
tight." It was not a situation that bothered her; instead she was counting
on being a little looser for Rambo this next time around.

   Linda called Matt and thanked him for the phone.  She asked him if he
would mind driving her to the jail in the morning to get Frank's cell phone
and maybe stop by the grocery.  Matt agreed and told her how important she
was at work and how she had been missed.

   "I told folks your husband got in some trouble and you have to figure
some things out." Matt hoped she wouldn't get mad at him but honesty at
this point seemed like a good idea.

   "Thanks Matt.  I am so tired of the lies that go with being married to a
drunk."

   Matt reassured her.  "You seem to be a genuine person and lying just
doesn't suit you." He decided to go fishing for an answer to something that
had been bothering him all day.  "Is there anything else I should know
before I make a complete fool of myself?" He was alluding to the smell of
sex he had encountered and Linda guessed as much.

   "Uh this is kind of embarrassing to talk about but remember what I had
you pick up for me?" Linda was not embarrassed to be telling a lie of her
own.

   "Yeah, so you know what I was thinking."

   "Sure.  I hate to be gross but the shower drain is plugged and I have to
take sponge baths like some tramp so sometimes I guess I sort of smell like
one." It was a good story and Matt bought it.

   "If you want, we can swing by my house on the way to the store, just
bring a change of clothes with you and you can clean up then."

   She agreed and they made plans for 10:00 in the morning.

   Linda went to the door when she heard Rambo shuffling around on the back
porch.  She let him inside and he went to his bowl.  This evening's feast
was 2 pounds of slightly browned hamburger mixed with his dog food.  He
wasn't sure what he had done to deserve the royal treatment he had gotten
today but the tight bitch sure was lots kinder to him than his master. 
After feeding Rambo and straightening up the house some, Linda went to bed.
Today was a day of many changes.  Her view of the world had changed.  No
longer was she willing to be an enabler for the drunken bastard she was
married to.  In addition to that, she had, without meaning to, discovered a
source of pleasure that wasn't quite cheating on her husband.  She had
serious doubts now that she lay still about fucking Rambo again.  The taboo
of bestiality hung like a blanket over her and darkened her thoughts. 
Could she let Rambo fuck her knowing full well what he was going to do? 
This morning's accident was just that.  Her hair was stuck and she had no
control over the situation and was in no way responsible for her bodies
reaction to the massive cock that had invaded her pussy.  It was beyond her
ability to explain was the orgasms.  Why she had cum not once, but so many
times she blacked out was a mystery to her.  She had never had more than
one orgasm at a time and multiple orgasms were for other women, not her. 
Or at least she had believed so yesterday.  With these thoughts coming full
circle and repeating themselves as she lay in the dark, she fell asleep.

   CHAPTER SEVEN - Tuesday

   Matt arrived on time in the morning and Linda was ready for him.  She
had slept better than she had in years and she looked and felt like a heavy
load had been lifted from her.  She had gotten up around seven and let
Rambo outside.  Then she rummaged around in their refrigerator and found a
four pound pot roast that needed to be eaten before it went bad.  She had
diced it into bite sized cubes and fed it to Rambo raw.  She was still
having second thoughts about letting Rambo take her again, but she enjoyed
her fantasy and was still acting on it.

   Matt and Linda arrived at his secluded place and Linda wasted no time in
getting into his wonderful working shower and cleaning herself up.  She had
brought her razor and even though her pussy was just starting to show
stubble, she carefully shaved everything, legs and all, in keeping with her
fantasy.  An hour and a half after walking into the shower, she came out,
refreshed and glowing with a bounce in her step and a glint in her eye. 
Matt noticed the difference and said so.

   "WOW!  That's amazing.  You look like a different person."

   "I feel like a different person, its wonderful having a shower that
works."

   "You are welcome to come here and use my facilities any time you want."

   "You say that now, but will you respect me in the morning?" Linda knew
how to keep him off guard.

   Matt was taken aback and stuttered something about always respecting her
anyway and she cut him off.

   "Come on, let's go, I can't keep you from Walemart all day!"

   He protested slightly reminding her he was the man in charge but she
insisted on leaving and not wanting to alarm her, Matt relented and they
went to the grocery.  She bought lots of red meat, mostly hamburger and
roast, still in keeping with her fantasy.  Then they swung by the jail and
she picked up the cell phone.

   "Aren't you going to wait around for inmate visitation?  It starts in
about an hour." The guard asked.

   "No, Frank will have to see me another time; I have groceries in the car
and need to get back home."

   She left with the cell phone and handed Matt's cell back to him.  She
programmed Matt's home and cell number into her new phone under the name
"Necessities." As Matt drove her home, she thumbed through the numbers on
her cell, erasing the ones she did not know and some that she did.  This
was now her phone and she would never let Frank have it again.  After
stopping at Burger Fling for a quick lunch, they arrived at her house and
Matt helped her carry the groceries inside and put them away.  She marveled
at how nice it was to have a "real man" around, one who helped her instead
of getting in her way.  Matt had picked up some liquid clog remover at the
grocery and he poured it down her shower drain.

   "It's not that I don't want you coming over to use mine but I know how
you like to be clean!"

   "Oh so you don't like it when I'm not so fresh."

   Matt blushed slightly but held his own.  "I just don't want you coming
to work smelling funny.  Might give our customers the wrong idea of what we
are selling."

   They continued small talk and stayed off the subject of Frank or
Walemart.  Neither of them seemed to want to part but as the conversation
hit a lull, Matt looked at his watch and jumped up.

   "Today has just gotten away from me!  It's already four o'clock!" Matt
started toward the door.  "I really hate to leave, you're such good
company. I do have to be back before the shift change at five."

   Linda understood and asked if she could call him tomorrow.

   "Sure, please do!" Matt was nearly speechless.  "I would like that very
much!" His feeling was one of elation.  He had spent the day with her,
watching her push the cart in the grocery was torture to his single man
existence.  The way her 28 year old body moved was cat-like and her
conversation with him convinced him she was ready for a change.  He wanted
to help her, and help himself to her.  He left after collecting a hug, a
friendly hug with a bit of a grind of her pelvis on his thigh!  His cock
started to respond and she noticed.  "You're going to have to do something
about that someday." She laughed and the tense moment passed without
embarrassment.  He left and she went into the kitchen to make Rambo's meal.

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   She went into the kitchen and found Rambo in his customary spot,
sleeping and guarding the can opener at the same time.  Linda rummaged
through her recent purchases and decided on more raw red meat.  She cut
another roast into small cubes and put it in Rambo's bowl.  "Nothing like a
little raw meat to put some starch in your meat." Rambo gobbled the roast
quickly and paced around the kitchen looking for more.  Linda had eaten a
light lunch earlier and was a little hungry but decided against eating
again even though the pot she had decided to smoke was triggering her
appetite.  "I know you will be ready for me, won't you boy.  Good boy." She
had been talking to Rambo as if she were seducing him.  Linda lit the other
half of her first joint and smoked it in earnest, holding the smoke in
until her chest felt like exploding, then coughing as she let the mostly
absorbed and nearly invisible smoke out.  She did not take a breath of
fresh air in between her tokes.  She smoked the joint until it was too
small to hold even with her finger nails.  Linda's vision became tunneled
and for an instant she felt too high, if there was such a thing.  `That was
some damn good smoke' she decided and she went into the garage and looked
at the weight bench again.  She saw something beside the bench that made
her curse.  "Fucking looser bastard!" she yelped as she grabbed the parts
box beside the weight bench.  There were five beers inside the box and
Linda made up her mind right then and there to go through with her fantasy.

   "That looser doesn't deserve a tight pussy.  I'm gonna fuck Rambo ten
minutes before he gets out then throw my stretched pussy on him!" She sat
on the bench and opened one of the five stashed beers.  Sometimes when
Frank was drunk, he would hide his beers and forget where he had put them.
Linda was not a drinker.  One or two drinks usually was her limit but
tonight she wanted to be ready for her canine master and she felt the beer
would be a nice touch.

   After drinking the beer, Linda started dragging the weight bench into
her house.  It was no longer their house, it was hers.  If she shared the
house with anyone, it was Rambo.  She managed to get the weight bench into
her bedroom and placed it at the foot of her fake brass bed.  The bars on
the bed might be nice to hold onto once the pounding started!  She laid out
every detail of her fantasy, right down to locking the doors and all
windows.  Normally, Rambo was security enough but she didn't want anyone
coming in uninvited while Rambo was pumping her full of seed.  She let
Rambo outside "One more time before the action starts" to do his business
and she started getting herself ready for his onslaught.  She had drank
another beer and smoked half of the second joint before letting Rambo back
inside.  Her pussy was wet and her panties were sticking to her shaved cunt
without help from Rambo, at least without help from his cum.

   Rambo came inside to a naked woman standing beside the door.  Linda let
him sniff her bare pussy and he gave her an experimental lick.  The tight
bitch was tasty!  She was excreting something now that he had only sensed
after he had licked her before, except now, she tasted good before he
licked her!  Linda locked the door, and then she walked as one possessed
into the bedroom.  She folded a bath towel into a flattened pillow and
strategically placed it on the end of the bench away from the brass bed. 
She laid down face up on the bench with the folded towel under her ass at
the very end of the bench, raising her pussy as an offering to her new
found lover.  Her hands became busy, kneading her small breasts and then
slipping down across her abdomen to her raised pelvic bone to feel her
pussy.  Juice was starting to drip out and her moans became louder as she
plied her pussy and slipped her fingers in her cunt.  She pinched her clit
lightly and squirmed.  She moaned louder, hoping to attract a large cock.

   Rambo had lain back down in the kitchen.  He didn't know what was going
on but he sure wasn't going to complain.  After breeding the tight bitch
yesterday morning, he had been treated like royalty.  Now he heard a
different noise coming from the bedroom.  Unlike the screeching early
yesterday morning, this noise was different.  It had a drawing quality that
made his ears perk and he went off to investigate.

   Rambo appeared in the bedroom doorway and looked in.  There was the
tight bitch sticking her fingers in the tasty place.  She was moving her
hips and moaning.

   Linda saw Rambo framed in the bedroom doorway and called to him.  "Come
on boy, give it to momma.  Show her how much you love her." Linda cooed. 
"Come on baby, come here and taste me." She patted her stomach, just below
her belly button.  Rambo moved up to her exposed pussy.  The smell of him
was gone from her and he started licking her thrusting pussy.  This time
the tasty bitch was not trying to wiggle away, instead she was thrusting
toward him.  Rambo ate her pussy with gusto.  His drool once again made her
a sloppy mess between her legs, all the way up to her belly button.

   Linda's hips started a slow grind as Rambo steadily pushed her to orgasm
again.  Linda was being eaten like she had always wanted to be eaten and
her back arched and with the palms of her hands flat on her stomach, she
started shaking with uncontrollable pleasure.  Rambo continued lapping away
at her cunt as she orgasmed, then orgasmed again.  She had reached the
point of no return and she craved, no she needed to have that huge cock in
her again.  Her cum was being eaten out of her like never before but she
wanted to be impaled on his oversized tool.  Linda started talking to him
as if he could understand.  "Come on baby, fuck momma.  Please, please fuck
me now!  I need your cock in me now!  Oh Rambo.  God I'm cummmingggg!!! 
Rambo stood back as she raised her ass and thumped it back down on the
folded towel.  Her legs stretched wide again and he moved forward.  He was
confused as to what the tight bitch wanted.  She wasn't in the breeding
position like she was yesterday.  Still, his cock was pulsing with desire
and she seemed to be receptive, even more so than yesterday!  He took a
step forward and his chest came in contact with the tight bitch's honey
hole.  She ground it against him and patted her chest between her firm
breasts.  It seemed obvious what she wanted but didn't she know how to get
in position?  He took a half-step forward, lifting his chest and stepping
over her out stretched legs.

   Rambo stopped licking her just as she had the most massive oral induced
orgasm she had ever had.  He seemed to not know what to do next.  Then he
stepped forward and placed his sloppy chops on Linda's stomach, soaking her
with drool mixed with her cum.  Her pussy was already a sloppy mess with
Rambo's drool dripping off her ass cheeks and running down her crack.  His
chest nudged her pussy and she ground her cunt against him.  "Please fuck
me!!!" she moaned and patted her chest, hoping to draw him further up on
her.  He stepped over her legs and raised his chest up and over her prone
form.  He landed softly but his weight took her breath as his haunches
began pumping towards her.  His back feet shifted, driving his hefty tool
forward towards its intended target.  His back hunched and his eyes glazed
as he scooted further up on the tight, tasty bitch.  His powerful front
legs wrapped around her, just below her armpits and she moved her arms up
to the brass bed, grabbing a bar in each hand.  Her widely splayed legs
were guiding his cock like runway lights as his massive missile struck
home. She gasped as his huge member once again split her pussy.  Six inches
at the first contact slid snugly into her gaping hole, snapping her head
back and whitening her knuckles as her grip on the brass held her ass in
place.  Rambo no longer had the tub to hold her captive so she pushed down
on him against the bed as he impaled her with his mighty shaft.  He pulled
out slightly and rammed in again.  Unsure of his bitches face up position,
he was moving slower than when he had taken her in the bathroom.  His
fucking took a slow, long stroke approach.  His massive chest tortured her
breasts, crushing them to the sides as he fucked more and more of his
seemingly endless supply of meat into her.  His width seemed, if anything,
even larger than when he had raped her and again she wondered at the girth
of the cock that was slowly hammering away at her stretching cunt.

   Rambo started picking up speed as he became more used to this new and
totally enjoyable position.  Linda's legs wrapped around his haunches with
her heels touching, just under his asshole, above his balls and the touch
of her there while he was fucking spurred him on.  More and more of his
massive tool was being slammed into Linda as she started cumming again. 
Her eyes rolled back in her head as his cock slammed in deeper and deeper.
He seemed to be withdrawing seven inches and shoving in eight every time
and she felt her stomach being pummeled by the massive cock hammer slamming
away deep within her over-stretched cunt.  His balls started bouncing off
her feet as he slammed into her.  "OH GOD!!!  FUCK!!!" she started cumming
again.  The previously unfamiliar but now sought after feeling of multiple
orgasms started building in her again.  As one orgasm subsided, another
began.  She felt his knot at her opening and attempted to relax through the
orgasms.  It was an impossible task.  Her cunt was milking the huge cock
imbedded in her and her spasms were uncontrollable.  Rambo was shifting his
feet, attempting to breed the tight bitch.  He had to get his knot in her
before his seed was pumped out or his breeding might not take, at least
that's what nature told him.  This time the tight bitch was contracting
strangely while he bred her.  It had happened last time but that was after
he got his knot in her.  His knot banged brutally at her opening, each
contact smashing her pussy lips a little further apart.  She was being
fucked hard and fast.  She came again.  In the lull between her orgasms,
Rambo kept up his jackhammer pace, desperately needing to sink his knot in
her.

   Linda was conscious of the knot attempting to gain entry and as she
pulled with her legs and pushed back with her arms, the constant
contractions of her pussy kept the knot just outside her pussy.  She
couldn't relax enough to let it in, it would have to be forced, and that's
exactly what Rambo did.  Linda was cumming again as he smashed past her
defenses and his already deeply buried cock surged forward another four or
five inches.  The knot had been battering her pussy for 10 minutes and
finally wore down her resistance.  Rambo seemed to hesitate with her pussy
stretched to impossible proportions with his knot in a half in, half out
state then with a shove; his engorged prick fully impaled her, rendering
her pussy as plundered as it had ever been.  There was much more pain in
this position than she had experienced previously.  His cock was buried at
a different angle and his weight on her stomach pressed against his cock
buried deep within her.  Her G-spot was rubbed raw and she started cumming
even more as Rambo shortened his strokes to only about an inch and started
his pumping of cum into her.  She felt as if her stomach were bloated as he
pumped more cum than the day before.  He started empting his huge balls and
her orgasms began to increase in frequency.  She was trying to keep count
but had lost count at eight, or was it nine!

   As Rambo bred his bitch, she continued to spasm around his cock but the
recent acceptance of his knot by her completely battered pussy rendered
ineffectual any milking action that might have taken place.  Her cunt was
completely useless to any normal sized male of her species but she didn't
care.  All she wanted was to continue cumming and be stuffed full of Rambo
forever.  The pain was disappearing, being replaced by a warm, full feeling
as Rambo's sperm filled what space in her his cock had spared.  He
continued pumping her full for several minutes while she faded in and out
of consciousness in a continual state of orgasm.  This time Rambo did not
turn and face away from her.  He stayed in his on top position and pumped
his cum into her smashed pussy.  The total loss of elasticity coupled with
the enormous load of cum he had deposited allowed him to pull out of her
much earlier than when he had raped her.  This time she had been cumming as
he drove his knot into her and he completely wrecked her cunt, stretching
it out much more than he had before.  Rambo backed off her, not dragging
her with him as before, and his fully inflated knot slipped past her ruined
opening with only minimal tugging.  As the rest of his massive tool exited
her pussy, her looseness permitted his overflow of cum to easily run out
even with the thick part in front of the knot still lodged within her!

   Linda started coming down from the extreme high of multiple orgasms. 
Rambo had pulled out of her only seconds before and she lay still on the
bench with her hands still holding onto the brass bed.  She knew he had
smashed her pussy much worse than before, she could tell by the ease with
which he exited, even before his cock had shrunk!  She did not want to look
down.  She was in some pain and she felt as if she had given birth.  Still,
it was worth it as long as a trip to the emergency room and an embarrassing
explanation didn't happen.  She glanced at the full length mirror she had
placed facing the bench and what she saw caused her head to drop back to
the bench.  There was no blood but her pussy was standing open like a
gaping cavern with cum visible standing in the opening like a puddle.  She
tried to close her legs and cum ran out as she changed the shape of her
opening from a cavern entrance to an elongated slit.  She released her grip
on the bed and fingered her battered pussy.  She would never be three
fingers tight again, probably not even four fingers tight.  Her hole was
stretched much more than yesterday with undeniable damage.  Her five foot
three inch 110 pound frame had embraced a cock larger than any cock a more
experienced, larger woman could take.  Linda attempted to get up but she
had to roll off the bench and rest on her knees with her upper torso
supported by the bench.  She lay face down on the bench and attempted to
pull her thoughts together.  Rambo's cum ran freely from her pussy, webbing
between her legs as gravity pulled his seed from her cunt.  Again she
marveled at the amount of his deposit.  She was just about to attempt to
stand when Rambo returned for his encore.  He had laid down after the fuck
session and licked his swollen cock until it retreated back into its
sheath. Then he walked into the kitchen looking for food.  When he didn't
find any, he returned to the bedroom to find the no longer tight but tasty
bitch in the breeding position with her ass facing him as she lay on the
bench.

   Linda felt Rambo's tongue return to her pussy.  He was eating his cum
out of her badly stretched hole.  She did not want him to fuck her again
but his tongue felt wonderful to her battered cunt and she let him
continue. She was starting to warm up again when she felt him stop and his
weight once again land on her.  She was his bitch.  She would not complain.
He owned her.  His massive cock slipped easily into her well used pussy
with only minor discomfort.  The jackhammer approach he used when a bitch
was in the breeding position did not hurt and Linda was aware of his knot
banging away at her entrance after only three thrusts into her.  He pounded
away within Linda without her cumming.  She was spent.  She lay on the
bench motionless with only the constant pounding moving her whenever Rambo
plowed his bitch.  His knot slipped with only minimal resistance into her
well used pussy and as his seed once again flowed into her, at last she
started to cum.  This was a slow buildup leading to a gyrating grind back
against Rambo's huge cock.  She did not speak or tell him how much she was
cumming; she just groaned and came on his massive prick as his balls
slapped against her mound.  His knot kept slipping in and out of her as he
pounded into her, seeking to bury his puppy maker within the once tight
bitch.  He couldn't sense his success at burying his knot so he kept
hammering away at her abused pussy as his knot became the cock size her
pussy got used to.  Finally, after about half an hour of constant banging
his engorged knot in and out of her pussy, Rambo stilled and pumped, even
though he didn't feel like the knot was firmly lodged inside his bitch. 
Linda had cum several more times and was at the end of her ability to
remain conscience when Rambo finished with her the second time.  He simply
pulled out of her with no resistance and a river of his cum ran past her
gaping pussy lips and down her legs.  Linda knew better than to stay in the
breeding position.  She slid off the bench, lay on the floor, and using the
soaked folded towel as a pillow, she passed out.

   CHAPTER NINE

   Linda awoke slowly, her wits gathering as she lay on the floor.  The
side of her head was wet with cum from the folded towel that had been under
her ass during Rambo's assault.  The pungent smell of sex wrapped around
her like a blanket and her eyes refused to focus.  Slowly she stretched her
legs, cramped as they were from her fetal position.  Linda rolled to her
stomach, raised to her hands and knees, then stood.  A trickle of cum
leaked from her pussy and slid down her thigh, a testament to her fantasy
realized, and was ignored by her as she slowly walked to the master
bathroom.  She turned on the water in the shower, not caring if the drain
overflowed or not and after warming the water to her specifications, washed
herself thoroughly.  Linda inspected herself from head to toe for damage
and found just a few scratches on her side from where Rambo had taken her
in the breeding position and a sore left breast from where Rambo had
crushed her chest.  Her pussy was a different story.  She was sore and as
she pissed in the shower, there was some stinging from her outer pussy
lips. She felt her opening.  Three fingers went in easily and when she put
in her forth and spread her opening, a rush of cum ran out and was washed
away.  She was not nearly as stretched as she thought she would be.  As
Rambo had hammered into her in the breeding position, she had felt that
massive knot slipping in and out with relative ease.  She was sure she
would be able to double fist herself afterward but found herself only
slightly bigger than 4 fingers tight.  Hell, if Frank were here she could
probably lead him to believe her stretched condition was due to intense
horniness!

   Frank, the image she conjured up of him was far from complementary.  She
really hated him.  He represented all that was wrong with her life.  At
least the bastard didn't call her cell from jail every hour like she
thought he would.  She had almost left the cell off because she really
didn't want to talk to him.  She had left it on because she thought Matt
might call.  Matt, oh God, what time is it!  She hurriedly finished her
shower noting the water was running freely down the drain.  The liquid
drain opener Matt had poured down there must have been good stuff.  Too bad
her lazy, drunken husband had no gumption.  He could have done the same as
Matt but his truck refuses to pass an open bar.

   Linda wrapped a towel around her and went back into the bedroom.  She
stared in google-eyed wonder at the clock.  It was two-thirty in the
morning!  But what day was it?  Surely she hadn't slept for thirty hours!
She went into the living room and turned on the weather channel.  Relieved,
she realized she had only been out three or four hours.  Strange how
refreshed and alive she felt after only a few hours sleep!  Rambo's cum
must contain some magical substance, she laughed at the thought.

   Her laughter caused a stirring in the bedroom.  Curious, she walked back
into the bedroom and found Rambo stretched out on the bed.  He had never
been allowed up there before but now it just seemed right somehow. 
Suddenly Linda felt hungrier than ever.  She went into the kitchen and made
herself a couple of sandwiches from the ham she had bought.  She devoured
these with a large glass of milk, again unusual for her.  Rambo had heard
the kitchen noises of food being prepared and he was on the prowl.  He got
into the kitchen in time to see Linda begin on the second sandwich and
Rambo struck his "I'm starving and it's your fault" pose.  Linda began
speaking to him between bites.

   "What cha looking at boy?" She said through the ham.  Rambo looked her
in the eye as if to say "Please let me have some too.  Please!  Please! 
Please!"

   She finished her second sandwich and drained her milk.  Then she made
another `fit for a king' meal for Rambo.  While he ate, she decided to
inspect his equipment again.  Rambo was patient with her but eventually
wanted his cock out of her grasp so he could eat.  Linda relented and left
Rambo to his meal.  She had wanted to excite him again and get another up
close look at his impressive tool.  She'd lost the sting between her legs
and her bowlegged gait was becoming more of a swing as she became
accustomed to cum leaking out of her pussy from previously unexplored
depths.  "I could get used to this." Linda said to no one.  With a full
belly and a fresh towel under her seeping cunt, Linda lay down in her fake
brass bed and went to sleep.

   CHAPTER TEN - Wednesday

   Linda awoke to the sound of her cell ringing on the dresser.  She jumped
up and answered "necessities", the name she had assigned to Matt's number.

   "Linda?  Hi, sorry but I have to beg off today.  I have lots of catch-up
to do at work and I promise I will make it up to you!"

   Linda hadn't noticed he had called her instead of her calling him.

   "Thanks for everything Matt, the shower works wonderfully and if I
didn't have a special attachment to the broken stopper in the tub, I'd make
you fix that too!" She said jokingly, but not joking.  She would like to
repeat her virgin performance with Rambo someday.  Something about being
held completely captive and being plundered and unable to breathe made her
wet.  She really didn't need any help in that department, Rambo's cum was
still seeping out from her pussy, albeit it was just a faint reminder now.

   Matt was covered up at work.  His job didn't seem hard to do until he
took a day off.  The day after his day off was always hell.  His conquest
of Linda was just beginning and a day apart seemed like a good idea or she
might feel like he was a stalker or something.  Matt wondered how he could
continue his pursuit when Frank was out of jail.  Linda was a great
employee and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable at work.  He tore
into his managerial tasks with renewed vigor, determined to catch up so he
could fall behind again.

   Linda let Rambo outside and contemplated her day.  There were bills to
pay and she wanted to take control of them so when Frank returned, he would
be nothing more than something to be gotten rid of.  She was finished with
him, now convinced she didn't need him to live a full life.  His getting
arrested was a godsend.  Linda was free of his complaining and drinking and
she was really enjoying her new found freedom.  One slight glitch in her
plans was Rambo.  He was a full blooded registered English Mastiff,
registered in Frank's name.  What if Frank wouldn't sign him over to her?
Linda froze for an instant and started scheming for ownership of Rambo.  If
she had to give everything in the house to Frank, she would if it meant
keeping her mate.  She chuckled as she realized she was Rambo's mate.  He
was her savior when it came to sexual release.  She had cum more with Rambo
than she had ever imagined she could.  Her opinion of sex was changed
forever from its old meaning of being a tool to get what she wanted to its
new meaning of something to be looked forward to and relished.  She felt
sexually ruined by Rambo in that she believed she would not have a normal
sex life with a male of her own species ever again.

   Once the bills were paid and the house straightened up, Linda
contemplated her living situation.  She had found their checking account
had almost 1000 dollars in it and their savings account to be more than
adequate with over 9000 dollars put away for rainy days.  She was
pleasantly surprised at her financial condition.  It seemed Frank had an
automatic deduction from his check being directly deposited and it hadn't
been touched for years!  Why he had refused to have her car fixed or even
buy the things that made life comfortable for her hit home as she realized
she had been a bird in a cage, totally dependant on Frank to get to work
and even to communicate with the outside world.  Her anger returned and she
used Frank's cell to order a phone line installed in the house.  The phone
company was happy to oblige, promising to be there the next day!  Then she
called Matt.  After some small talk she asked him to pick up a cheap
computer from work.  She told Matt she was going to kick Frank out when he
got out of jail and she would need her car towed in for repair.  Matt
agreed to buy her one of the less expensive major brand PCs with
pre-installed software and let her pay him after she was free from Frank.

   Linda was relishing the control she had over her new life.  It had only
been three days ago she had shaved her pussy for her husband and about this
time in the evening had been pacing around the house waiting for him to
come home with some pot and drunkenly plow into her without so much as a
quick lick of the clit!  Now she had the remote and was sipping on one of
the remaining three beers.  She reached for the cell and thumbed through
the numbers until she found the one she wanted.

   "Freddie?  Yeah, it's me.  I think you owe me a visit if you know what I
mean.  Of course I want to talk to you about Frank.  That's why I called.
Sure.  Bring something for me, ok?"

   Freddie wasted no time getting to Frank and Linda's house.  He didn't
have to knock; she pulled the door open as he stepped onto the porch.

   "Come inside and relax.  You are so wound up!"

   Freddie replied as he stepped inside.  "You would be too!  The cops have
been to my house asking too many questions."

   Linda laughed and draped herself over the recliner.  "I wouldn't worry
if I were you, I have everything in control." She really didn't care if
Freddie got busted, as far as she was concerned, he was as worthless as her
husband.  "I talked to Frank and he's cool."

   Freddie gave a visible sigh of relief.  "So what did you drag me over
here for?"

   "I need some smoke and I hope you have some." Linda was swinging one
exposed leg over the arm of the recliner.  Her bathrobe, tightly cinched at
the waist, didn't cover much from the hips down.

   Freddie swallowed hard and tried to sound nonchalant.  "Sure but can you
pay for it?  I got some kick ass stuff but it cost me a mint."

   Linda flashed mock anger.  "Of course I can pay.  I got money.  How much
do you want for how much smoke?"

   Freddie fished a bag out of his shirt pocket.  "This stuff goes for 90 a
dime but given the circumstances, I'll sell it to you at cost, say, 70?"

   "Sold.  Hey got any papers with you?  I don't have any and don't like
smoking out of a pop can."

   "I got some in the van." He hesitated.  "Do you want them now?

   "Sure, if you're leaving now.  I do have a little favor to ask.  I need
my car fixed.  I can pay for that too but I got no idea of who to get to
fix it.  Could you look into that for me?"

   "Sure." Freddie breathed a sigh of relief.  At least she wasn't going to
cost him money, yet.

   He got up and went outside to his van.  Linda followed.  "Here, take the
pack." He handed a pack of Jokers to her.  "I'll call you on Frank's cell
tomorrow and let you know who I found to fix your car." She didn't correct
him about ownership of the cell.  As Freddie pulled away, Linda was
thumbing through the cell listings again.  `Necessities' appeared on the
screen and she pressed the talk button.

   "Hi Matt.  Yeah, I was thinking, why don't you stop and get me a couple
bottles of wine on your way here tonight.  I been feeling kind of down and
maybe a little liquid cheer is just what I need.  Sure, around nine o'clock
will be fine."

   CHAPTER ELEVEN

   Matt showed up promptly at 9 o'clock.  He had gone to the liquor store
and got two bottles of Chardonnay and two bottles of Chablis.  Not being a
drinker, he was unsure what she wanted but he could have gotten by with
some Ripple.  He unloaded the computer and he had taken the liberty of
getting a cheap desk, the `some assembly required' type Walemart sold so
many of.  Her new PC was a leftover HP, one that had been in layaway for so
long without payment that it was no longer worth the asking price.  She
asked what she was going to owe him.

   "I wrote the PC off so all you owe for is the desk for now." Matt
grunted as he struggled with the desk top.

   "Wow, you are being so kind, remind me and when this Frank thing is
settled, I'll cook you a dinner you won't forget." She leaned over his
struggling form, brushing his back with her breasts, pretending to try to
help him.

   "If you think my dinner is good, wait until you taste my breakfast."
Linda was openly flirting.

   Having assembled the desk, Matt slowly rose to his feet.  "I'm going to
hold you to that." He said with a grin.

   He continued working on Linda's new computer.  He connected the cables
and tucked them away as neatly as he could and turned on her new toy.  With
a soft whir it came to life, flickering Windows ME across the screen and
going directly to its desktop.  Linda had gone to the kitchen and returned
with Rambo at her heel.  She was holding two glasses of wine and gave one
to Matt.  The wine was barely cooler than room temperature but even a
slight chill was better than none.  They drank slowly as Matt explained the
intricacies of Windows ME.  Linda knew how to work the computer, she did it
all the time at work, but she let him continue.  Soon their glasses were
empty and an uncomfortable silence enveloped them.  Matt glanced at his
watch, ever his friend when he needed one, made his excuses, and left.  On
the way out Linda grabbed him for a hug and dodged a kiss.  She pressed her
forehead to his chest and mumbled, "Soon."

   Matt left feeling a little let down.  She was beautiful and she had
flirted with him enough his cock had grown, shrank, and grown again several
times.  His underwear was damp with pre-cum and he fantasized about her
writhing form under his as he drove home.

   Linda was elated.  She had a new computer that didn't cost her anything
and her phone line was to be installed in the morning.  She had wondered
about her relationship with Rambo and was going to get online to check out
whatever forums or news groups she could find on the topic of bestiality.
She wanted to know what she had to look out for such as diseases and she
was even contemplating mating with a larger animal!  Linda enjoyed the
extreme full feeling she got when Rambo mounted her.  He had opened her
eyes, and her legs, to more possibilities than she knew existed just three
days ago.  She was sure she could find more information online than
anywhere else.

   Linda relaxed on the couch and absentmindedly flipped through the
channels.  Rambo was lying sprawled out between the couch and coffee table.
Linda lit a joint and sipped some wine.  She was totally relaxed.  This was
one of the best days of her adult life.  She watched a forensic team gather
evidence to convict a killer on her television.  The joint and the wine
were having the desired effect.  Slowly she moved her hands under her
bathrobe and hooked her panties with her thumbs.  She slid her panties off
and inspected the panty shield.  There was no blood, just a trace of
Rambo's cum remained.  It had been 24 hours since she had the weight bench
experience and nearly all his cum had run out of her.  Linda explored her
pussy with both hands, slipping a finger inside while rolling her clit
between thumb and forefinger.  She slipped a second, third and fourth
finger into her rapidly moistening cunt.  Rambo stirred, sensing her
arousal.  He stretched as he rose, sniffing the air and perking his ears,
catching Linda's soft moans.

   Rambo's tongue was nothing new to Linda.  She welcomed it and scooted
her ass to the edge of the couch.  She placed her feet on the couch with
her legs splayed wide as Rambo's nose bumped her pubic mound.  His ever
present drool coated her pussy, dripping off her ass cheeks and wetting her
bathrobe.  Rambo licked with fervor.  The tasty bitch ground her pussy into
his nose as he licked her pulsing slit.  He didn't know what a clit was or
anything at all about human anatomy.  All he knew was this bitch is tasty
and he was going to taste her.  His huge tongue danced across Linda's
asshole, swiping a path through the drool, tunneling slightly into her
pussy, and glancing off her clit with every lap.  Rambo's cool nose bumped
relentlessly against her pubic mound as she ground her pussy into his face.
Linda had one of her hands pressed flat against her abdomen, centered on
her belly button and the other hand below the first, pulling her pussy
open. Rambo picked up his pace as she pressed her own pleasure button.  Her
index and middle finger trapped her clit and held it at attention, slipping
it out of its protective hood and in the path of Rambo's tongue.  Her back
arched, lowering her pussy and getting more tongue on her cunt.  Linda
started to shake and moan loudly as Rambo's tongue had the desired effect.
Her orgasm was sharp and rapidly over as another one built.  Linda tossed
her head from side to side, her breasts bouncing with her shaking body. 
Another orgasm ripped through her body and Rambo greedily lapped up his
reward.  Linda was on an upward spiral of orgasmic pleasure, having her
third orgasm before the second was completely over.  Her forth snapped her
head back and her loud moan caused Rambo to pause, for a second, then
return to the tasty bitch.  Her grinding and thrusting pussy tasted better
than ever so he licked with renewed fervor.  He licked her until her legs
came together, preventing the over stimulation from continuing.  Linda
finally relaxed; sweat beading between her breasts and a mixture of cum and
Rambo's drool dripping from her satisfied pussy.  She used her bathrobe to
wipe the drool mixture off her ass and legs.  Rambo, sensing he was no
longer needed, lay back down, this time in front of the TV, where he
contented himself with licking his own cock.

   Exhaustion was setting in and so Linda decided to turn off the TV and go
to bed.  It was midnight and she had a full day tomorrow.  The phone
company would install her line in the morning and she intended to use the
AOL disk that had come with her computer to gain access to a new world. 
She was supposed to find out who she could trust her car to and she wanted
to make a trip to the bank to move some money from the savings into an
account with just her name on it.  Yes, tomorrow would be a full day.

   CHAPTER TWELVE - Thursday

   Linda awoke feeling more refreshed and more alive than she had in years.
She'd had several short dreams, each one superseding its predecessor,
erasing and overwriting her short term memory resulting in issues settled
within her conscience.  She stretched and headed for the shower.  She had
slept nude with a towel under her `just in case'.  There was nothing on the
towel.  After a hot shower she let Rambo outside and sat down to a cup of
coffee while studying her computer manual.  This morning she had actually
gotten dressed for the first time since she had showered at Matt's house.
She wore her favorite jeans; the ones that made her ass look like an
upside-down heart, and a white, bare midriff halter top.  In her
flip-flops, she was all of five foot three and a half and her long brown
hair flowed in gentle waves past her shoulders, halfway to her waist. 
Usually she wore a pony tail but today she looked and felt beautiful,
glowing from an internal light reserved for those completely satisfied with
their lives.  A knock at her door brought her out of her reverie.  The
phone company van was parked in her driveway, she hadn't heard their
approach.  She met the handsome young man at the door.

   "Are you Miss Linda Lacey?" He asked, somewhat taken aback by the beauty
framed in the doorway.

   "Yeah, that's me.  You can call me Linda." She drawled her words
intentionally; the effect was immediate on the young man.

   "Uh, did I, I mean do, should I install your phone line now?" He
stammered with most of his vocal capabilities coursing into his cock,
vacating his mind.  Blushing, he gathered his wits.

   Linda came to his rescue.  "Yes, you are at the right place.  What's
your name and how old are you?  You look so young."

   "I'm twenty years old maam, I mean, uh, Linda.  My name is Robert but my
friends call me Bobby." He was getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

   "Well Bobby, don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open, come
inside and get a look at what I want from you and make it happen." She was
in control.

   Bobby was young and inexperienced with women but he did know his job. 
After all there are only 4 wires in a phone line and only 2 of them are
usually used.  He ran a phone line to her computer, one into the kitchen,
and a third jack went in the bedroom.  It was while wiring the last jack in
the bedroom he ran into trouble.  His problem wasn't with the phone lines
or the jacks he was installing, the problem was his reaction to the
flirtatious hot woman who kept looking over his shoulder, brushing the back
of his neck with her scantily clad tits, and making sexual comments about
everything he did.

   "Now what are you doing with those funny looking pliers?"

   "I'm stripping the wire."

   "Lucky wire."

   And so the conversation had gone but now that he was in the bedroom, her
advances were becoming difficult to ignore.  Finally he cut to the chase
and stammered out his frustrations.

   "Miss Linda, I'm having a hard time finishing this with you talking
about sex and leaning over me and stuff.  Do you want to let me finish this
or what?"

   "What." She stated as if it were her only option.  She had decided she
was going to take this young man as soon as she had seen his 6 foot 2 well
built body standing on her porch.  Her nipples were standing tall from the
rubbing she had done on his back and neck and she moistened at the thought
of his handsome body on top of her.  He knelt in front of her, a
screwdriver in his hand, intending to reach for the partially finished
phone jack on the wall bedside her bed.  She reached behind her back and
pulled the one string holding her top tied and removed the only covering
her breasts had.  Topless, she placed her hands on either side of his head
and guided his mouth to her left nipple.  Bobby did not know what he should
do.  His cock was so hard it hurt and he wanted this beauty in the worst
way but he didn't want to lose his job for a quick fuck either.  He sucked
and licked her nipple and eventually his lust conquered his inhibitions. 
Linda was seated on the bed with her new young playmate attached to her
breast.  She gave a soft moan and pushed his head away.  He looked at her
surprised until he saw her hands reaching for the snap on her jeans.  "I
suggest you do the same if you want to play." She said seductively.  His
clothes were off before Linda had wiggled out of her panties.  She viewed
his huge erection with satisfaction and dropped to her knees to fondle his
rock hard cock.  Her mouth slid over his cock head and his hips bucked
forward, sliding another two inches of unfamiliar meat into her mouth.  She
hadn't given head in years but now she licked and sucked like she had been
doing it forever.  Bobby was in heaven with one of the most beautiful women
he had ever seen attached to his cock and worshiping it as if it were her
God.  His balls were tight and he felt the familiar boiling beginning in
his gut.  Linda, sensing his loss of control pulled away and stood.  "Come
on Bobby, sink that puppy in me." She grinned internally.  If only Bobby
knew who or should she say, what her most recent lover had been.  She lay
back on the bed and spread her legs, waiting for human contact.  Bobby
quickly lay on top of her and with a quick thrust, showing his youthful
impatience, impaled her completely with one quick thrust.  His cock, while
neither as long nor as wide as Rambo's, nevertheless, was satisfyingly
filling.  He was a full two inches longer than Frank and a little wider
too. He started pounding into her as soon as he got his cock inside her wet
hole.  The fucking was fast and furious.  He marveled at the wetness of her
cunt.  She was wetter than any girl he'd had and she had a fantastic grind
too.  There wasn't much friction, for her size, she was plenty loose but
what she lacked in tightness, she made up for in action.  She rotated her
hips with a grinding round and round motion that caused his cock to drive
into her sideways.  Up one side and down the other she ground, with her
legs locked over his thighs.  Her pubic bone slammed and slipped side to
side, punishing her clit and causing her to grind harder into Bobby.  He
pumped into her mercilessly, withdrawing as much cock as he could with her
legs wrapped around him, then slamming his entire eight inch cock back in
to the hilt.  His balls bounced off her ass as he started cumming.  Linda,
feeling the hot rush of Bobby's cum, started bucking and moaning loudly. 
Her stomach contracted and her back arched as she added her cum to his. 
Together they lost rhythm, her contracting pussy clutching hopelessly at
his spurting shaft.  He spent everything he had inside her; pushing his
cock in as far as he could before he stopped moving.  To his surprise, not
once did he bottom out.  This was one deep pussy, it seemed to have no
bottom for him to hit.  Spent, he felt their cum-mixture seeping out from
around his cock.  He marveled that such a petite beauty would have such a
loose, deep pussy.

   Linda moved from under Bobby, un-wrapped her legs and rolled slightly to
the side.  Bobby slid off of her and started for the bathroom.  He cleaned
up and came back in, his cock now soft.

   "Wow Miss Linda, You are so sexy!" He was staring at her shaven leaking
pussy.  He hadn't had a bald pussy before.

   "Well get a good look, it's the last time you'll see this cunt." Linda
said softly.  Bobby understood.  She had wanted him, once.

   "Did I do something wrong?"

   She sat up and grinned, "No, nothing wrong here.  I came like a
hurricane!  You are great.  It's just I don't want you to think you can
come over here and tear off a piece whenever you want."

   Bobby grimaced.  That was indeed what he had thought.  He was already
making plans to return but she had just harpooned his hopes.  She could
tell by his expression he was hurt.

   "Hey Bobby, lets go into the living room.  I have something in there to
make you feel better."

   Bobby looked hopefully into her dark eyes.  "Ok but aren't you going to
get dressed?"

   "I'm going to clean up some and dress while you finish this phone jack."
She smiled and pointed to the floor where the wires and dropped screwdriver
lay."

   The dark mood was broken and Bobby smiled at her.  He began working
again, this time without the almost unbearable pressure in his balls. 
Linda went into the bathroom and placed a finger in her pussy.  She spun
her finger inside in a quick circle and when she pulled her finger out,
most of Bobby's cum came out with it.  She dressed quickly and walked
through the bedroom, into the living room where Bobby stood with a
clipboard.

   "Please sign here Miss Linda." He averted his eyes from the cleavage
shot.

   "Let's sit down." She said after signing.  She intended to smoke a fatty
with him.

   "I'd rather not.  I got a lot of stops to make today and I am running a
little late."

   "Hey, I'm sorry if I got you in trouble."

   "No, you didn't get me in trouble but I need to go now to keep it that
way."

   She got up and hugged him, noticing his hands didn't touch her and his
body was unresponsive.  "Damn." She thought to herself.  "I shouldn't have
jumped his bones like that.  He feels terrible."

   Bobby turned at the door and looked back inside.

   "Miss Linda?  You have the best pussy I've ever had.  Thanks for this
morning.  I'll never forget this!"

   He grinned and the guilt Linda had been feeling dissipated like fog in
hot sunlight.  She beamed back at him.

   "You can call me sometime, give me a few days and call my new number."

   She wasn't planning to say that to him but his body framed in the
doorway was impressive.

   "Thanks.  You're being kind.  Maybe I'll call, probably not."

   With that Bobby turned slowly and walked to his van.

   CHAPTER THIRTEEN

   Linda sat at her new computer, bouncing slowly around the
world-wide-web. She was hooked up and she was looking at all the sights
with keen interest.  She had found a story website where everyday folks
wrote fantasy stories and posted them.  She read several of them, always
drawn by the bestiality stories.  She had read about the Donkey Show and
this guy's wife who, after seeing the show, found a farm with ponies,
donkeys, and horses.  She rode all of them.  The description of being so
full of cum that there wasn't room for cock made her think of Rambo and how
his cum had leaked out of her so slowly.  She finally paid the money and
joined one of the bestiality sites.  She downloaded many pictures, the
movies were too much for her dial up modem, and saw many women impaled by
all sorts of animals.  But the place that held her attention most was the
classifieds.  In there were several ads, some with photos of couples and
dogs and horses and everything she could ever hope to try.  There were ads
from folks who wanted to try bestiality.  They were usually men seeking a
woman with a dog.  They wanted to watch.  She read the ads with interest
but kept returning to one in particular.  It was from a couple about an
hours drive away.  She was interested in bestiality, in particular being
tied with a dog.  He wanted to watch his wife be pounded by a dog.  They
described themselves as in their mid twenties, a professional white collar
family.  They wanted an e-mail address and description of the dog and
owner(s) complete with photos.  Linda was at a loss.  She didn't have a
digital camera, just one of those silly web cam things and that wouldn't
take good photos.  She came up with a plan.  She wrote to the couple, Steve
and Barb, explained her situation, and offered to be on web cam for them.
Only an hour went by and Barb answered.  Steve was at work but she was home
and asked for Linda's chat identity and she would respond.  They hooked up
on messenger and Linda opened up her web cam.  It was agonizingly slow but
she was able to send some images of her and Rambo.  After chatting with
Barb for about an hour and sending as much web cam footage, Linda gave her
telephone numbers to Barb.

   Linda and Barb talked until well after noon.  Linda recanted her first
experience with Rambo, including the mind blowing orgasms and passing out
she had experienced.  She went into detail about how Rambo's cum had leaked
out for hours after the breeding.  Both of them laughed at Linda's boss
standing and talking to Linda as Rambo's load slid down her leg.  Linda
warned Barb about Rambo's huge knot and how she might be ruined for her
husband for awhile.  She told Barb about the young man with the big dick
and how she was able to take all of him straight away without much
foreplay. Barb seemed genuine and as Linda talked she looked at the photos
Barb had sent of her and her husband.  One shot in particular held her
interest.  It was a photo of Barb dressed in daisy dukes and a bikini top
riding a bicycle.  She was bent over the handlebars of the bike and the
profile shot showed off Barb's long legs and heavy chest.  She appeared to
be about 5 foot 10 inches tall and a true blonde.  Linda guessed her weight
at about 140 pounds, about right for someone that tall.  Barb's husband was
fairly non-descript, about an inch taller than barb, with average looks and
an early start on a middle-age bulge.  He looked like a pharmacist or
something.  Barb made plans to call back after Steve got home.  Steve had
been the one who placed the ad but it was Barb who got to decide who or
what plundered her pussy.

   CHAPTER FOURTEEN

   Barb waited impatiently for Steve to come home from work.  She was eager
to tell him the news about Linda and Rambo.  Linda's e-mail was indeed
interesting.  Barb had received so many replies, mostly from men who wanted
to take a turn on her, that her inbox needed constant supervision lest it
become too full.  This latest e-mail was from a single woman with a large
dog.  She had been having sex with her dog and was willing to share.  Barb
had hoped to find another woman to share her first bestiality experience
with.  Linda's description of herself was acceptable and her willingness to
talk openly about her experience was disarming.  When chatting with and
especially after viewing Linda's web cam, Barb knew Steve would want this
to be her first experience.  Not so much because of the wonderful HUGE dog
Linda owned, but because the petite brunette on the other end of the
computer was dynamite!  Barb wondered how Steve would react when he saw the
most recent answer to his advertisement.  After calling Linda and having a
most wonderful conversation with her, she found Linda's wit and confidence
infectious and she was almost wishing she were being plundered by Rambo as
they spoke.  Barb was no stranger to multiple orgasms.  She was lucky
enough to be married to perhaps the most sexually adventurous man around.
Steve would try anything on her once.  It seemed his goal in life was to
make her cum.  They had a toy chest full of things Steve had ordered off
the web and had gotten from sleazy book stores.  They had one sexual
adventure after another.  This latest idea of Steve's had her aroused.  He
had been visiting his favorite porn sites and had taken fancy to some of
the bestiality sites.  He had printed a photo of a young blonde girl stuck
butt to butt with a Doberman Pincer and stuck it to the refrigerator before
going to work one day.  When Barb went into the kitchen and saw the photo
with Steve's handwritten caption "This could be you!" on it, she laughed
out loud.  He had come home that evening and asked what she thought of the
photo and after the laughter died a second time she found out just how
serious he was.  First they contemplated getting a dog but ever the
impatient one, Steve insisted on advertising on the web.

   Barb printed out one of the screenshots she had collected from Linda's
web cam and hung it on the refrigerator.  It showed Linda's petite body
with Rambo's huge head hanging over her shoulder.  The dog's head appeared
twice as big as that of his master!  There was enough of Linda viewable to
show her lithe body and her bedroom eyes seemed to glow with lust.  That
should get Steve's attention.

   Steve arrived home from work to find Barb gone and the photo on the
refrigerator.  There was a caption that read "You asked for it..." He swore
under his breath, imagining his wife getting plowed by that huge dog and
him not there to see it happen.  About that time Barb came into the house.
"Thank god you're here!" Steve sighed with visible relief.  "I thought you
might be tied somewhere!"

   "So what do you think of my new friend?" Barb knew the answer to that
before she had asked.

   "She is HOT!!" Steve went on.  "But that dog of hers is huge; do you
think you can handle it?"

   "If she can handle it, I should be able to.  I talked to her for hours
today on the phone.  She is so funny and smart!  She told me about Rambo,
that's the dogs name, jumping on her while her hair was stuck in the tubs
drain.  It was all just too funny!  She said she came for hours!"

   Steve was impressed by his wife's initiative.  He was always the one
suggesting they try something and then arraigning all the details.  This
time he had placed the ad, that much was true, but it was she who had
sifted through all the slimy e-mails and came up with this jewel.  His only
fear at this point was the size of the dog.  He was well aware of a dog's
anatomy.  He had been looking for maybe a Collie or a small German Shepard.
She was thinking, no, planning to let an English Mastiff mount her.  The
size of that dogs knot might warrant a trip to the emergency room and no
sex for him for a month!  As quick as that thought went through his mind,
another more vivid scene sprang into his head.  He imagined his beautiful
wife on all fours with a 200 pound Mastiff smashing away at her pussy while
she came and came and came.  The VCR footage would be priceless.

   Quoting one of his favorite TV shows, Steve said, "Make it so."

   Barb called Linda's cell phone, her other line was busy.

   "Are you online?  Yeah, I thought so.  Steve is absolutely turned on by
the idea.  Great.  When and where.  Sure we can be there tomorrow evening,
say about seven-thirty?  Good.  Hey, do you mind if I go online and chat
with you when I hang up?  I'd like Steve to see your web cam.  Great!"

   Barb hung up and booted their computer.  After about an hour of chatting
with Linda and watching the jerky cam images of her beautiful body and her
huge dog, Barb said her goodbyes and disconnected.  Steve was elated.  His
mental snapshot of his wife being plundered was enhanced by the beautiful
owner of the dog.  Maybe he would get as lucky as Rambo.

   CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Friday

   The hours crawled by as Linda straightened her house again.  Yesterday
she had made plans with Barb and Steve to share Rambo with them.  She was
starting to have second thoughts as she fed Rambo and a twinge of what
could only be described as jealousy crept into her gut.  Still, she had to
realize after all, Rambo was a dog and would fuck any bitch in his path. 
She was no better.  Hadn't she taken the phone boy yesterday?  She had been
so hot for him her slit was slick 30 minutes before he touched her.  Maybe
she had become as much a dog as Rambo.  She smoked the rest of her joint
and cursed the clock.  Everything was in place and ready for the evening.

   Today had been another good day.  She spent the day getting her car
towed to the garage recommended by Freddie and had gotten a ride with the
tow truck operator to town.  Once there she withdrew all but 20 dollars
from Frank's savings account and opened up a checking and savings account
of her own.  She kept out 500 dollars for mad money and walked to the strip
mall just down the street from the jail.  Several stops later she used her
cell to call Matt and ask him to pick her up downtown and take her home. 
He was there to get her almost before she hung up with him.  She got into
his car and he tried to find out what had been going on in her life.  He
had assumed because she was near the jail when she had called that she had
been there to visit Frank.  She bristled at the mention of his name.

   "I will not go see him.  I never want to see him again.  He can rot."
She spit the words out like an automatic weapon.  Matt recoiled and she
noticed his reaction.

   "I'm sorry Matt.  It's just that he has ruined my life and I hate him
for it.  I really appreciate you and all you are doing for me.  I will make
it all up to you, promise!"

   Matt was not too sure he wanted to collect.  This beauty was volatile
and if her passion and anger are anything alike, he might not be able to
function as a normal person again.  Maybe there's a reason her husband
drinks so much.  With thoughts like these occupying his mind, he dropped
her off at her house without getting out of the car.  Linda was too into
her evening plans to notice his cooler attitude.

   Her house had never been so clean.  She had cleaned and cleaned. 
Rambo's slobbers were everywhere and it took her hours to get all of them
cleaned off the walls and even the ceiling didn't escape the flinging wads
of drool when Rambo shook his head.  Then she washed Rambo.  He was really
easy to wash because he enjoyed being hosed off in the back yard,
especially on hot days like today.  After drying Rambo as much as she could
with several large beach towels, she started working on herself.  Her
shower ran cool before she was finished.  She had shaved every bit of hair
from the waist down.  Linda couldn't resist slipping a couple of fingers in
her clean shaven pussy, just to check her elasticity.  She was able to get
four fingers inside but it was a very tight fit.  She smiled at her
reflection in the mirror.  "Guess you just can't wear one of these things
out!" She was ready for another mind blowing evening and hoped Barb was
ready too.  Linda dressed in a lacy halter top, her favorite pair of
flannel boxers, and flip flops completed her attire.

   The sound of gravel scrunching twisted Linda's head back toward the
clock.  It was seven o'clock, half an hour before the fun starts so whoever
is here has to go.  She heard a car door close as she stepped from the
kitchen into the living room, then another door closed.  She stopped cold.
This was either real good or real bad.  The knock on the door mobilized her
again.  She answered the door.

   CHAPTER SIXTEEN

   The trip to Linda's house seemed to take all day as Steve drove slowly
south.  His wife, noticing the slow pace complained again.  "What's up with
the Mr.  Magoo driving mister?"

   "Don't get your panties all in a wad, oh wait a minute, you aren't
wearing any are you?" Steve smiled at her and she laughed.

   "You're doing this on purpose." She knew her husband.  There was a
reason for everything he did.  Now he was purposely driving slow knowing it
was driving her insane.  It was working.  Her crotch was wet and her flimsy
sun dress did little to hide her goose bumps as she thought of this
evenings planned activities.

   They had left at six o'clock and planned to arrive at seven-thirty.  The
drive was only an hour so if Steve went 5 miles an hour under the speed
limit, they would still be early.  He had packed lots of fun things. 
Everything from the soft rubber butt plug collection to the Velcro bondage
kit.  He had all sorts of lotions, lubes, dildos, and he even had enough
sense to pack his masturbator just in case he had to fly solo.  He had
forgotten his video recorder.  Steve sped up just to keep his wife sane and
to keep her from peaking too early and backing out of the adventure.  He
did know her well, very well.  Once she was ready for action, if that
action didn't happen when she was ready, she might very well back out. 
They pulled into Linda's driveway just a minute or two past seven o'clock.

   Linda answered the door with apprehension.  Her relief was evident when
she recognized the tall blonde and her husband.  She invited them in and
turned off her porch light.  She'd had it on even though it was light. 
Rambo came bounding into the living room, unaware of his stardom, and
proceeded to greet everyone in the fashion he was accustomed to, by
sniffing their crotches.

   When his attention turned from Steve to Barb, Steve said, "Honey, go
ahead and give him a little taste of his new bitch."

   Barb turned crimson with embarrassment but Linda came to her rescue. 
"Yeah Barb, let Rambo have a little preview of cumming attractions."

   Barb slid her sun dress up enough to be just above her well trimmed
blonde bush.  Her legs parted slightly and Rambo started licking his
prospective bitch aggressively.  The effect on Barb was immediate.  Her
eyes fluttered and her knees shook as her anticipation readied pussy became
the target of the largest, roughest tongue she had ever seen or felt. 
Rambo licked her tasty place with gusto as her hips started swaying.  Steve
moved around behind her and supported her by reaching under her sundress up
to her large breasts and pinching her nipples.

   Barb moved away, back against Steve, and lowered her dress.  She looked
slightly shook up and she leaned over until her face was level with Rambo's
and said, "Well it's good to meet you too Rambo, I've heard so much about
you and I see at least part of it's true."

   All three of them laughed and Rambo's tail wagged so much his backend
looked like it was on hinges.  After proper introductions, they all had a
seat in the living room.  Linda shared some of the wine Matt had given her
and they talked about several different topics but the one central item
that conversations always returned to was Rambo and Linda's sexual
relationship.

   Two bottles of wine later and feeling much relaxed, Steve asked to see
the weight bench.  He was intrigued by Linda's story about the bench and
the missionary position fucking she had managed to get from Rambo.  He went
into the bedroom with her, leaving his wife in the living room with Rambo.
After careful inspection of the bench, he told Linda she could expect the
fucking of a life time if she would let Steve use his bondage kit to tie
her to the bench.  His twisted mind had a plan.

   "All you have to do is use the folded towel just like before but lay
down facing the bench, you know, in the breeding position you told me
about. I will tie a belt tightly around you and the bench about
belly-button high and tie your hands to the rails of the bed.  I'll put a
ball gag in your mouth to slow your breathing and a butt plug up your ass.
When Rambo takes you, you will have duplicated the tub attack."

   Linda contemplated his scheme but had a question.  "Why the butt plug?"

   "Simple, to keep Rambo out of that orifice.  You don't want that huge
dog ripping your ass do you?"

   His logic was infallible.  Linda's head was swimming as she contemplated
his suggestion.  She had a finger inside the fly of the flannel boxers on
her switch as she listened to the plan.  It was just what she had wanted to
do.  She was almost sorry Rambo had been promised to another this evening.
A low moan reached both their ears at the same time.  Their eyes locked and
smiles played across both their faces.  Linda followed Steve back into the
living room.

   The scene in Linda's living room stopped both of them just outside the
bedroom door.  Barb was sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide
while Rambo happily lapped her drenched pussy.  She was a drool soaked mess
from her belly button to her ass cheeks.  Rambo was bringing her quickly to
yet another climax and her head rolled from side to side as she pinched her
nipples.  She was cumming hard and she bucked against Rambo's snout.  His
tongue was up in her pussy and the term `eating her out' took on new
meaning.

   CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

   Barb called to Rambo as her husband and her new friend disappeared into
the bedroom.  She scratched his huge head and made cooing and good puppy
noises.  Rambo wanted back in the new bitches' tasty place.  He had gotten
a small taste of her when she first walked in but he had waited long
enough. He wanted to taste her.  Rambo kept bumping her hand away as she
attempted to keep his head away from her crotch.  "Now Rambo, we don't want
to start without the others." Rambo didn't care who was or wasn't in the
room.  She finally relented and raised her sundress over her head.  Stark
naked, she sat on the edge of the couch and let Rambo have his tasty treat.
He wasted no time in burying his oversize tongue in her snatch.  She
started cumming almost as soon as he started eating her out.  His snout
buried itself in her thin blonde pubic hair and his tongue and oversized
jowls slopped drool from her belly to her asshole.  Drool was coating her
privates completely and her moans increased as she came the third time. 
Steve decided to intervene, leaning down beside her head and talking to
her.

   "Honey, go ahead and get on your hands and knees.  It's time for you to
have Rambo inside you."

   He repeated this suggestion three times before what he was saying
registered in her orgasm clouded mind.  Slowly her knees came together and
down.  Rambo backed off, confused at the new tasty bitches actions.  Then
she got into the breeding position.  Rambo knew what to do but first he
must taste the bitch one more time to be sure.  Rambo started licking her
and she responded by arching her back and wiggling her hips.  Barb wanted
his cock and she wanted it now.  Rambo was happy to be of service and he
responded to her wiggling hips by hopping on her back and hunching his huge
tool towards her pussy.

   Barb felt Rambo land on her back and gasp as her large breasts were
assaulted by his huge paws wrapping around her chest.  Rambo hunched
forward and his thrusting hips came in contact with her ass cheeks.  The
pointy end of his oversized cock deftly split her clinging drool soaked
pussy and six inches of huge hot dog cock slid past her opening, lodging in
her cunt.  Rambo sensed his quick triumph and shifted his feet closer to
her ass.  With a short withdraw of about an inch, he gained momentum and
shoved nearly all his cock in her snug pussy.  Barb felt the first six
inches of hot cock split her pussy wider than any of the huge dildos her
horny husband insisted on using on her.  She started having second thoughts
about breeding with Rambo but knew it was well beyond the point of no
return.  His feet shuffled and he pulled out slightly then he shoved
forward again, burying 9 inches of hot dog cock in her strained pussy.  The
feeling of fullness was incredible!  Rambo started fucking her in earnest,
trying to loosen this newest bitch up enough to accept his seed plug.  His
rear feet danced as he hammered his bitch splitting cock in and out of her
pussy with blinding speed.  Each thrust of Rambo's cock smashed his knot
against her straining pussy lips.  Her knees were being punished by the
carpet as Rambo propelled her forward across the floor.  She dug in with
her hands well out in front of her, lowering her shoulders, raising her
ass, and pushed back to keep her knees from being rug burned badly.  This
proved to be the position that got her bred.  In this position, Rambo's
huge knot was all but gaining entry into his bitch.  The pussy surrounding
his immense cock was softening as his meat tenderized her pussy with each
stroke.  Barb didn't know what was happening, all she knew was she never
wanted it to end.  She had started cumming again as soon as she had lowered
her shoulders and raised her ass.  The added stimulation of Rambo's huge
knot gaining entry took her places she had never been.  Inside Barb,
Rambo's cock had bottomed out.  She wasn't quite as deep as his mistress.
Just as his knot would stretch her pussy enough to gain entry, the end of
his cock hit a wall and there he would be, straining with his knot stuck in
the tightest part of her pussy as he shoved forward.  Then he would slip
back out slightly and again start his jackhammer approach to burying his
knot in her.  Several times Rambo had his knot half in and was defeated. 
Barb was growing tired and was struggling to hold his weight.  Her arms
gave out and she sunk to her elbows.  Her plundered pussy had cum more than
ever before and she was fast approaching collapse.  Rambo continued driving
into her mercilessly, his feet dancing as he fucked into her wrecked pussy.
Her new position allowed him to place a front paw on the floor as he again
and again jack hammered his immense knot against her defenses.  Then it was
over as suddenly as it began.  Her pussy, completely stretched out by his
knot, became deep enough to accept his entire cock with her on her elbows.
Rambo slammed his cock in her so deeply, her head snapped back and her eyes
opened wide.  She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.  She
tensed every tendon in her body and the sinews in her neck stood out.  She
was in the most pain she'd ever felt and was cumming so hard her stomach
spasmed.  New strength spread through her smashed pussy, contracting ruined
muscles and keagling against the massive member firmly lodged in her guts.
Her pussy contracted again in orgasmic spasms, pulling Rambo's cock further
into the already filled cavity that used to be her normal sized pussy.  She
started to sway, slipping in and out of consciousness as Rambo hopped off
her and lifting his huge rear leg clear of her weaving ass, turned until he
was ass to ass with her.  His huge balls started empting their seed deep
within Barbs womb, deeper than a cock should have ever gone.  Steve kneeled
beside his bred wife.  He put his knee under her shaking stomach, holding
her up as she came again.  She tried to speak but was defeated by yet
another round of climaxes.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she passed
out briefly then came to, only to cum again.  Rambo continued pumping cum
into her as she cum, passed out, came to, and then cum again.  It was a
viscous cycle and Steve became worried.  Fifteen minutes after Rambo had
sunk his knot, he began to deflate.  His knot pulled free and a huge rush
of cum followed his cock out of her pussy.  Barb had been claimed.  She was
his.  She would never again cum as she did when tied to Rambo.

   CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

   Steve released his wife, carefully lowering her still quaking form to
the carpet.  She lay on her side with one foot flat on the floor, her
clasping cunt slowly closing around the steady stream of cum that flowed
freely onto the floor.  Steve was amazed at the amount of cum Rambo had
pumped into his claimed bitch.  At least half a cup had already run out and
at least that much more lay deeply implanted in her womb.  Barb's stomach
contracted in aftershock and another couple of ounces of dog cum ran from
her wide open gash.  Steve's hard-on was straining at his sweats and his
breath elevated as he looked at the ruined pussy that used to be so snug
around his average cock.  Gently he leaned over his wife and asked if he
could slip his cock where Rambo's had been.  It was one of his not so
secret fantasies, to fuck his wife after she had been fucked into oblivion.
She responded by rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.  Steve lost
no time relieving himself of his sweats and lowering himself onto her prone
form.  There was no resistance or friction as he pushed his swollen member
into her smashed pussy.  He only felt extreme wetness and warmth of Rambo's
huge load as it leaked from Barb's pussy and drenched his balls.  He lifted
her legs to his shoulders, a position that he had used ever since their
first round of love making when he wanted to hit bottom and make her cum.
There was no bottom to be found.  Somehow, Rambo's huge tool had deepened
her beyond his reach.  He fucked into her relentlessly but there was no
response from her.  He wasn't even touching the sides of her well fucked
pussy.

   Barb closed her eyes.  Now her husband was getting very sloppy seconds.
She couldn't feel his cock at all.  The only real contact she could feel,
other than his hands on her ankles, was his pubic bone against hers.  Her
pussy was so completely stretched and so completely saturated with Rambo's
cum that she couldn't feel anything going in or out.  She didn't care.  She
was Rambo's bitch and this man fucking her now was just another cock in her
pussy.  He had made her cum in the past but that was the past.  Now she was
reveling in the extreme afterglow of having cum so much she felt drunk and
the man plowing away at her now ruined pussy would be unable to rouse in
her the pleasure she had just experienced.  She felt sorry for her husband
and realized he must be regretting his pushing her into having this
experience.  She felt him stiffen and add his load to the copious amount of
cum already trapped in her depths.  His cock slipped out as a mostly silent
queaf flapped her pussy lips and caused another torrent of dog and husband
cum to slip from her exhausted pussy.

   Steve couldn't believe how stretched his wife had become.  Just
yesterday they had fucked like teenagers after making the plans for her to
ball Rambo.  Her tight pussy had milked the sperm from his cock in a matter
of minutes.  Now he had just cum in the loosest pussy he could ever
imagine. What if she never again could feel his cock?  Would she leave him
for another man?  Then it hit him.  She would have no better luck with
another man than she would with him.  His own adventurous sexual appetite
would hold them together as he found new and exciting ways for her to
become filled with cum.  He grinned and looked around the room.  Linda sat
on the couch with her knees apart and was dipping a finger in her naked
cunt, almost absentmindedly.  She was not trying to make herself cum, it
seemed more like she was just keeping herself wet while waiting for Rambo
to recuperate.  Steve disengaged from his wife's prone form.

   "Linda, help me get her to the couch and we can get on with your
fantasy. I think Barb has had enough for today." Barb needed no help
getting up but she refused to lay on the couch.

   "You folks are not going to disappear into the bedroom again without
me!" She exclaimed.  "You watched me get stuffed with your dog's cock, now
it's my turn to watch."

   Her logic was flawless.  All three of them went into the master bedroom.
Steve got the bench ready for Linda's second bondage experience, this time
it was voluntary.  He placed another folded towel on the end of the bench
and Linda lay face down on the bench.  Linda's ass was propped up by the
towel and she found this position to be quite comfortable.  Steve started
securing Linda to the bench with his bondage kit.  He used a wide leather
belt around her waist, just about even with her lower rib cage, and pulled
it tight enough to both prevent any movement and to limit her ability to
breathe deeply.  The tightness of the belt and the towel folded under her
lower belly and top of her pubic bone arched her back obscenely, causing
her pussy to split open slightly and he could see the pink inside of her
tan asshole pucker.  Then using Velcro ties, he strapped both of her knees
to the legs of the bench, further limiting her ability to move.  Her wrists
were pulled to the bars of her brass bed and strapped to the bars.  He tied
them in such a way that she was unable to grasp the bed.  He didn't want
her to have any form of control.  Steve's last wide belt went across her
upper back, just under her arms.  He cinched it tight enough to both
prevent movement and deep breathing.  After all the preparations were made,
he added the finishing touch to her helpless, exposed form.  He asked if
everything felt ok then, after she bid her assent, he placed a medium sized
ball gag in her mouth.

   Linda was starting to become worried that Steve would take his wife's
pussy condition out on her, and then she became excited at the prospect. 
He was tying her up in almost exactly the fashion she had imagined earlier
except for the towel propping her ass up at an inviting angle and the belt
tightly pulled around her middle.  The ball gag was new to her.  She was
able to breathe easy enough but she knew breathing slowly would not be an
option in a short while.  She lay her head down with her left ear pressed
to the bench.  Steve was in his bag of tricks again and produced a medium
sized butt plug and another Velcro tie.  He went first to her head and had
her lift her head slightly and he placed another folded towel between her
head and the bench.  He instructed her to lay her head just as it was
before then he secured her head to the bench with the remaining Velcro tie,
not tight enough to smash her ear, but tight enough that she couldn't move
her head.  Then he disappeared behind her.  Linda felt cold wet lube drip
onto her nearly virgin pucker.  Steve was getting her ready for the butt
plug.  The pain was sharp but bearable as Steve inserted the butt plug,
twisting it gently and pressuring it into place.  Just as the pain was
becoming most sharp, the plug slid forward and her sphincter closed around
the smaller shaft of the plug.  Steve gave the plug an experimental tug and
was satisfied with the results.

   Barb had placed one of Linda's pillows at the foot of the bed on the
mattress and was watching intently.

   "Aren't you going to screw her?" She asked.  "You might not get this
chance if she were not bound."

   Linda hoped he would plow her before he got Rambo in place and as she
had hoped, Steve went down on one knee behind her and after smearing some
of the lube he had used on her ass around her pussy opening, he slipped his
born again cock into her trapped pussy.  He felt wonderful!  Her pussy had
recuperated enough to have some friction and his cock was almost as long as
the young man she had seduced earlier had been and was slightly bigger
around!  Steve fucked into the petite trapped girl with vigor.  He went
side to side and round and round.  Her propped up ass gave his cock an
excellent target and he watched her ass cheeks ripple with his assault. 
Linda moaned past the ball gag and was already short of breath as her first
orgasm hit.  This was what she had hoped for.  Now she realized it was the
shortness of breath when Rambo had taken her in the tub that caused her
complete black out and heightened sexual pleasure!  The clinching action of
Linda's hot pussy boiled the remainder of Steve's cum, causing his
ejaculation in rapid succession to her first hot cum.  He emptied his
already empty balls as deep in her as he could, noting she was deeper than
his wife and had a seemingly endless pussy tunnel.

   Linda came down from her orgasm and realized Steve was finished.  She
had only cum once but her churning pussy, though limited by bondage straps,
was as hot as it had ever been.  Could she take the kind of fucking Rambo
was likely to give her?  As she pondered this question in her mind, she
felt more bondage straps being fastened to her upper thighs, just under her
ass cheeks.

   "I felt you move some and I want you to be completely immobilized for
the pounding you are going to get." Steve explained as he strapped her even
more securely to the bench.  Steve stood and admired his work.  Linda was
completely unable to move at all.  Perhaps the only movement she could make
was to move her elbows slightly.  The latest addition of the Velcro ties to
her thighs spread her dripping pussy where a light trace of Steve's cum
trickled and dripped from her soon to be dog plundered pussy.  The butt
plug was as secure as when first inserted and so with Linda in this
precarious situation, Steve and Barb started kissing and making out on
Linda's bed.  Barb had recovered enough from her intense orgasms to take
interest in what was transpiring in the bedroom.  She started kissing her
husband then decided she wanted to taste the beautiful captive.  She lay
face down on Linda, crushing her slightly, and started licking Linda's
dripping pussy.  Linda reacted as much as her limited ability to react
allowed.  She moaned.

   Rambo heard the shuffling and light moaning coming from the bedroom.  He
had licked himself clean and had watched the new man try to fuck the new
bitch.  She had already been bred.  Steve could do her no good.  He would
never reach the places Rambo had reached.  He watched them all disappear
into the bed room and he relaxed content that he had bred the new bitch and
he felt his knot firmly planted in her spasming cunt as he pumped her full
of puppies.  The moaning was not loud but it was different.  Finally he
became curious and went into the bedroom to investigate.  There was the
tasty bitch with the new bitch on top of her.  The tasty bitch was moaning
funny.  It was a sound he had never heard.  The ball gag was changing the
pitch of her moans and the spit running out of Linda's mouth because of her
inability to swallow changed the sound enough to alarm Rambo.  The tasty
bitch was in trouble.  He must save her.  She was his and even if the
attacker was the new bitch, he would come to the rescue.

   CHAPTER NINTEEN

   Barb was getting into eating her husbands cum out of Linda's trapped
pussy.  The only movement Linda could make was the clinching of her ass
cheeks but even that did nothing to keep Barbs tongue off her clit.  Barb
was sucking Linda's clit, trying to bring another orgasm to the tied up
girl when she heard the low rumble of Rambo's growl.  Looking up she saw
the massive dog in the doorway.  His hair was standing on end and he looked
as if he were ready to kill them all, that is all except Linda.  Barb
scrambled off Linda and joined her husband on the bed.

   "Oh god, He thinks we're hurting her!" Barb whined, scared.

   "Keep still and he'll leave us alone.  We got to get out of here but
don't make any sudden moves." Steve was thinking fast and trying to come up
with an escape plan.

   Rambo carefully walked forward to his tasty bitch and sniffed her ass.
He couldn't place a couple of never before noticed odors.  The lube was one
and the other was the rubber butt plug.  One odor he did know was semen. 
The tasty bitch had semen dripping from her cunt.  Rambo gave Linda's
upturned pussy a tentative lick.  Tasting the sperm, he started licking the
exposed pussy in earnest.  He had already claimed the newest bitch and now
his tasty bitch had the man's sperm dripping from it.  Rambo started to eat
Linda's pussy as if it were a happy meal.  He licked hard and was able to
plant his tongue well inside her wide spread cunt.  She was in the breeding
position, one Rambo knew well.  He licked her pussy, soaking her entire
upturned ass with drool and coating her soon to be claimed pussy.  Rambo
kept a careful eye on his tasty bitches' attackers.  They had not moved. 
He was going to claim his tasty bitch in front of these strangers.

   Linda felt Rambo's tongue go deeper inside her open pussy than any
tongue had ever gone.  He seemed to be lapping her insides and her clit all
at the same time.  Linda was going to cum again from the stimulation just
as Rambo stopped licking her.  Linda knew what was going to happen next. 
Steve and Barb were helpless to stop Rambo and Linda knew she was fucked
again.  But isn't this what she had wanted?  She had almost this exact
fantasy ever since Rambo had taken her twice on the bench.

   Fear built in her as she felt Rambo's weight once again land on her
back. His furry haunches rocked forward and she felt his cock graze her
clit.  His huge tool was once again seeking her moist box and everyone in
the room except Rambo was powerless to stop the assault.  His cock bounced
off her ass cheek and slid up past her plugged asshole.  Rambo drew back
and adjusted his aim.  His super sized cock found its mark after a few
misses and sank into her captive pussy.  Rambo started slowly fucking into
the tasty bitch, growling occasionally at the intruders on the bed.  Linda
felt his huge tool splitting her open once again.  She forgot about
impending danger as Rambo's fuck log lodged itself in her gaping hole, only
to be pulled most of the way back out and sunk in again.  In her slightly
oxygen deprived state, Linda was only partially aware of Rambo's huge knot
attempting to gain entry.  His weight and the force of his attack ground
against the base of the butt plug, massaging her sphincter and rotating the
plug in her ass.  Rambo's girth pushed against the butt plug from the
inside and Linda was and felt more stuffed than ever before.

   Rambo picked up his tempo as he claimed his tasty bitch.  Linda's
captive form caused his cock to slam into her harder than ever before as
there was no give from her tiny form held fast by the bench butted up to
the bed.  Rambo gained entry with his knot only minutes after he had
started fucking her.  The butt plug shoved against her backbone cruelly
displaced by his huge knot.  The softball sized appendage continued
hammering against the inside of her pussy as Rambo, sensing success,
attempted to drive his knot even deeper into his claimed bitch.  Because he
had recently bred with the new bitch, Rambo did not cum right away. 
Instead he kept long stroking with his knot inside Linda, shoving more meat
deeper in her than ever before.  His knot had gotten well in front of the
butt plug and the backside of his knot was hammering at the inside end of
the plug, threatening to dislodge it with every backstroke.  As the plug
slipped in and out with Rambo's thrusts, Linda came again, this time
soaring into multiple orgasm zone.  As her orgasm subsided, another one
took its place, bringing her closer and closer to blacking out with each
passing orgasm.  She was unable to breath enough to keep her wits and as
her oxygen starved body, racked with orgasms, took a by far a harder
pounding than she had ever experienced, her mind slowed and Rambo's
dislodging of her butt plug went unnoticed by her.  As soon as the plug
slipped out and fell to the floor, Rambo, who had been long stroking with
his knot inside her, accidentally allowed his knot to escape the clutches
of her hot pussy.  He noticed and reinserted his knot but now there was no
butt plug to bang back against and his knot slipped out again.  His claimed
bitch was again becoming loose enough for him to use the entire length of
his cock, knot and all, to fuck her stupid.

   The elasticity of Linda's cunt disappeared as Rambo slid his nine inches
of ball bat sized meat ahead of his huge rock hard knot into her,
withdrawing all but the end of his cock, and slamming his entire apparatus,
knot and all, back into her captive upturned pussy with blinding speed,
over and over again.  Barb and Steve watched helplessly as Linda's pussy
stretched, and stretched again by the knot, loosened, quite possibly never
to return to usability by anyone human.  The depth of his fucking was
unlimited.  Her bonds held her obscenely open to deep fucking and his
position was faultless as his knot became a perfect fit for her previously
petite pussy.  Again, her pussy opening sized itself to Rambo's knot,
offering little resistance to his fist sized cock.  Linda's eyes were wide
open but saw nothing.  She had passed out several times and awoke each time
with the pounding continuing.  There was no cum left in her, at least not
cum of her own.  She had more orgasms than she could ever count and now
orgasm became the norm as she passed out again.  With a whine and an extra
deep plunge, Rambo started short stroking Linda, emptying his remaining
load deep in her derelict pussy.  His assault had lasted nearly an hour,
thanks to being drained by the newest bitch.  He stroked short and deep for
another five minutes, unwrapped his front legs and hopped to the side of
the bench and his well bred bitch.  He lifted his rear leg to step over
Linda so he could face away from her and continue pumping her full of
sperm. His knot escaped the extremely weak grasp of Linda's plundered
pussy, leaving nine inches of cock inside but he backed into her, again
sinking his knot with no effort at all.  Linda's pussy couldn't contract,
it couldn't grasp, all it could do was to accept the rest of Rambo's
depleted load.  She came again.  Rambo stood still as he emptied new
reserves of cum deep in his claimed tasty bitch.  His tail wagged slowly as
his earlier aggressiveness disappeared with his cum.  He no longer cared
that the man's sperm had been found in his tasty bitch.  She had been bred
by Rambo again, and he owned her.

   CHAPTER TWENTY

   Rambo stood ass to ass with Linda, tied loosely to her by his massive
tool.  She came again as he effortlessly pulled his fully inflated cock out
of her now stretched out pussy.  Turning, he surveyed his handiwork,
licking his cum off her legs, ass, and pussy.  His tongue felt soft and
soothing to her wrecked genitals.  After cleaning her up, Rambo started
circling, trying to lie down so he could clean himself off but his
blood-engorged cock was preventing him from being able to lie down right
away.  After making half a dozen circles, the 200 pound Mastiff lay down
and started licking himself clean.

   Barb and Steve had been watching his performance with awe.  When Rambo
had taken Linda, the intensity and longevity of the furious fucking he had
given her made them worry for her safety.  Steve carefully got off the bed
and started untying Linda.  When the ball gag came off, he asked her how
she felt.

   "God, I am so weak.  Rambo fucked me so hard I can taste him."

   Steve helped Linda to the bathroom, leaving a trail of Rambo's cum
behind.  Barb, still feeling stretched from her experience with Rambo,
moved slowly to the dog cooing softly and professing her satisfaction with
her first canine experience.  Rambo took a break from cleaning his rapidly
shrinking cock long enough to enjoy a good head scratching from his first
conquest of the evening.  His earlier animosity towards the newcomers was
gone as was his desire to breed, at least for the time being.

   In the bathroom, a shaken but satisfied Linda sat on the toilet as loads
of cum flowed from her smashed pussy.  She smiled weakly at Steve while he
recanted with wild enthusiasm the events of the evening.  His words flowed
past her ears without registering meaning.  She was completely satisfied.
Rambo had caused a dramatic change in her sprit and she embraced it with
her entire soul.  Gone was the old Linda who took orders from her husband.
In her place was a woman who knew what she wanted and was unafraid to go
after it.  True, Steve had come up with this particular experience but
without Linda and her insatiable sexual curiosity, this entire evening
would not have happened.

   Linda and Steve returned to the bedroom to find Barb sitting on the
floor beside Rambo.  His cock had fully retreated into its sheath and he
was stretched out with his massive head lying in Barb's bare lap.  His
tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth as he half panted, half snored
past his drooping lips.  A trail of drool etched a path down Barb's thigh
to the floor as she absent-mindedly stroked his chest.

   "You look lost." Steve noted.  "Penny for your thoughts!"

   Barb looked up at Steve and smiled.  "Don't worry baby, I'm not going to
toss you out for a dog but we are going to get one."

   Linda chuckled, "Rambo must have made quite an impression on you!"

   "Yes he did.  I've never felt anything like him." Barb went back to
stroking Rambo and continued.  "When he finally got that huge knot in me, I
had already cum so much I thought I was finished but the pain seemed to
bring me out of it and the way his cock is shaped made me start coming
again from the inside out.  I think he shoved my cervix up past my navel!"

   The three of them laughed together.

   "Are you in pain?" Steve was wondering if the evening fun was over.  "Or
could you coax Rambo into an encore."

   "No way." The finality in her voice closed the door on more sexual
activity.  Steve knew Barb had had enough and Linda was finished too.  Her
pussy had to be sore after the long pounding she had taken.

   "So, what would you girls like to do now?"

   Linda spoke first.  "Why don't you get us some food while we clean up?
Just look around the kitchen.  There's some ham and stuff in the
refrigerator and I'm starved!"

   "Yeah, that sounds great!" Barb added, "I need a shower and a douche
wouldn't be a bad idea either."

   More laughter followed and Steve wandered off toward the kitchen.

   Linda reached down and helped Barb to her feet.

   "I kind of feel sorry for Steve tonight.  He didn't score any pussy he
could feel." Linda went on.  "I mean he did sort of score some off of me
but Rambo has been stretching my cunt all week and I know Steve couldn't
have felt much when he got seconds off of you."

   "Don't be too worried about Steve.  He gets off seeing me get off."

   "Wow!  If my husband were more like him, I wouldn't be letting him rot
in jail."

   Both girls had reached the shower and after warming the water to the
right temperature, they got into the shower together.  They took turns
washing and then scrubbing each other's back.  There was no sex play, just
bathing.  Both of them had cum as much as they desired this evening.  Once
clean and dressed they went into the living room just as Steve appeared
with two plates of food and Rambo in tow.

   "I gave him some ham, I hope that's alright."

   "Sure.  He can have whatever he wants.  You should see what I've been
feeding him."

   "Do you mind if I browse the web while you girls eat?"

   "Nope, make yourself at home."

   Steve booted up Linda's computer and started bumping around on the web
while the girls ate.  Between sandwiches, Linda leaned over his shoulder
and took possession of the mouse.  She showed Steve the bestiality site she
had paid to join.  The girls ate as if starved while Steve delved into the
site.  He drilled down to the ads and was reading classifieds. 
Occasionally he would read one of the ads aloud to the girls if he thought
it was funny or interesting.

   "Hey, listen to this one.  'Single guy with a really big dog in need of
'special' training.' It goes on to say the dog is 120 pounds!  This guy
would shit if he saw Rambo!"

   Suddenly Steve's voice changed.  He spoke with a steady sharpness that
caught their attention.  "I think we need to consider this as a
possibility."

   "Oh God," Barb exclaimed, "Here we go again.  That's what he said just
before he decided I was going to fuck a dog."

   "And look how that turned out.  I didn't hear any complaints while Rambo
was pounding you into oblivion."

   "I'm not complaining, just commenting." Barb continued.  "What do you
have in mind for me now?"

   "Ok folks, listen up." Steve's voice rose slightly as he started
reading. "Mature farm couple in need of cash would like to film you having
sex with assorted animals.  We have a horse, a pony, a boar, and a very
friendly dog here on our farm.  We have access to more animals if ours
aren't enough.  All the animals are clean and disease free.  We are willing
to split the proceeds from the movies we make and will not release them if
after previewing you change your mind.  Please help us save our farm."

   The room was silent until Linda spoke.  "Write to them.  Tell them I'm
ready but it has to be this weekend.  Frank gets out Monday and I don't
want to risk not being able to do this."

   "Barb?" Steve waited while Barb looked from Linda to Steve and back to
Linda.

   "Oh, alright.  If Linda goes first.  Right now my pussy is so sore I can
barely sit."

   "Great!" Steve was elated.  "I'll tell them two hot babes to the
rescue."

   Steve typed furiously, pausing now and then while composing to rephrase.
He read his reply to the ladies before sending it.  "We read your ad and
would be honored to be in your movie.  We are two beautiful women in our
twenties.  One of us is a very petite 5 foot 3 inch brunette with a body to
die for and the other is an extremely well built 5 foot 10 inch natural
blonde with large natural breasts.  We already have experience with a huge
Mastiff and would like to experience more.  Time is of essence as we have
pressing business this next week.  Please reply with directions to your
farm.  Photos are available if needed."

   After sending the e-mail, Steve leaned back and looked his wife in the
eye.  "I want to see you with a horse cock buried in you."

   She leaned forward.  "I am going to make you eat the horse cum from my
hot pussy."

   Laughter filled the room as the three of them each tried to top the
other in sexual nasty verbiage.

   "Let us know if you get a reply." Steve said much later as he and Barb
were leaving.

   "Sure!  I need you guys along with me just in case a horse cock comes
out my mouth from my backside!"

   Linda watched Steve and Barb pull out of her short driveway and walked
back into her living room.  She sat on the couch and stared at the
television.  She wasn't really watching it, she was just staring at it. 
Soon her hand drifted to the fly of her flannel boxers.  She felt her loose
pussy lips, puffy from the pounding they had been subjected to this
evening. Three fingers went easily into her seeping pussy.  Cum had
darkened the material of her boxers and made it easy to insert the fourth
finger.  Her pussy was certainly different than it had been a week ago.

   CHAPTER TWENTYONE - Saturday

   The ringing phone woke Linda at 8:00 am.  It was Barb.  Steve had asked
her to call to see if Linda had gotten a reply to their e-mail.

   "I haven't checked yet.  How do you feel?

   Great!  Steve and I have been at it already this morning.  He says I
feel better than ever!  I think he gets off on sloppy pussy."

   The two of them broke into laughter as Linda booted her computer.  "Good
thing you called my cell.  I'll check my mail so you can tell Steve they
haven't answered."

   Linda logged onto her ISP and clicked on Outlook Express.  There was
mail and she opened it.  She read the e-mail to Barb.  "Thanks for your
reply to our ad.  My name is Teresa and Mike is my husband of thirty-two
years.  We are in our fifties and have lived here on the farm our entire
married lives.  We have had some bad luck the past few years and as a
result; the bank is threatening to foreclose on our mortgage.  I have had
many experiences with several animals over the years and after much
discussion, my husband and I decided to try this as a last ditch effort to
make some money.  We have made movies of me with the animals and made some
money but we need someone younger with more sex appeal to really sell these
movies.  Your e-mail is very promising.  We would like to know more about
you two.  We live in Morgantown and would like for the both of you to come
up for a visit.  If things work out, we could be filming this evening."

   Barb spoke quickly.  "As soon as I tell Steve, he will be on his way to
pick you up."

   "Hey, I'm up for it, are you?" Linda's hand went to her pussy as she
spoke.  "My cunt is just about back to four fingers."

   Again the two of them broke into laughter, albeit nervous.

   "Sure.  Call the number and get directions.  Morgantown is only about an
hour from your place."

   Linda called Teresa Stanley as soon as Barb was off the phone.  Her kind
voice reassured Linda.

   "A Mastiff!  Wow!  Is he an English Mastiff?" Teresa's interest in Rambo
was noticeable.  "I hope you don't think this forward but could you bring
him with you?"

   Linda called Barb right away.  "We are supposed to be there around four
o'clock, can you make it?"

   Steve had grabbed the phone away from Barb.  "We'll be there!"

   Even though it was only an hour from Linda's house to the Stanley's, the
drive seemed to take most of the day.  It was warm in the car and Rambo
didn't fit well in the back seat with Linda.  He was drooling profusely and
even though Linda had the foresight to bring a couple of towels with her,
she still got drool on her.  They pulled into Mike and Teresa's drive and
up to the well kept farmhouse.  Rambo bounded out of the car and proceeded
to urinate on every blade of grass.  A large, round woman came out of the
house to greet them.

   "Wow!  You weren't kidding about the size of your dog!  Hello, I'm
Teresa."

   Linda could see why Mike and Teresa needed different women to star in
their movies.  It wasn't that Teresa was ugly but her fifty-three years
showed and she was more than a little overweight.

   "And look at the two of you!" Teresa went on.  "You are even better
looking than I had imagined!"

   About that time a handsome older man, Mike, appeared from out of the
barn.  After introductions and the same comments about Rambo and the two
beautiful women, everyone including Rambo went inside the farmhouse.  Mike
had papers already drawn up which stated that if anyone was hurt, it was
not his fault.  It was a sort of a ride at your own risk disclaimer.  The
financial split was to be half the profit after expenses and Mike even had
a web site ready for the movies.  There were some movies of his wife
already posted.  He confessed the movies were not selling very well but the
web site has lots of traffic.  The girls signed the paperwork.

   "Randy is ready if one of you girls would like to get to work."

   "Who's Randy?" Linda asked.

   "He's my breeding boar.  I was just washing him off when you folks
arrived.  He should be dry by now and ready for one of you."

   The two girls locked eyes.  They were ready to be bred by just about
anything except for a hog.  Mike picked up on their hesitation.  "Really
the boar is the best to start out with.  Hogs have a strange dick.  It
isn't very big around, about as thick as a normal man's but it has a very
strange tip.  It is flat and shaped like an auger.  The tip is designed to
penetrate a cervix and literally screw its way into the womb.  The reason I
would suggest doing the hog first is, well, uh, I guess I need to explain.
I have a full-grown American Standard horse and he is hung like a horse.  I
have a large pony and he is nearly as well hung.  If you do either one of
those first, you'll be done for the day.  If you let ole Randy take a turn
on you first, you'll be good and lubed up for one of the larger animals. 
His logic was good and without hesitation, Linda spoke up.

   I'll try the hog first.  How long will it take Randy to recuperate
enough to fuck Barb?

   "That's the beauty of boars.  They can nail five or six sows straight
and have enough left over for a seventh.  Have you ever taken a close look
at a boar?  Their balls are much larger than a horse and they literally
pump cum."

   Linda was starting to get turned on by the filthy talk and she cut to
the chase.  "So let's see what your pig is made of!"

   Mike smiled and led everyone except Rambo who was snoozing in the
kitchen outside to the barn.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

   The barn was clean and brightly lit.  There were pigs in neat pens and
just a slight odor of farm in the air.  Mike led them to a small, clean pen
in the center of the barn.  In the pen was Randy.  He was a white and black
boar, a little on the small side, weighing about 180 pounds.  His balls
were indeed huge.  Each ball must weigh ten pounds!  His cock seemed to
come out of the middle of his body, where one would expect a belly button
to be.  Linda stripped and with her smallish breasts sporting hardened
nipples, she stood just outside the pen while Mike filmed her pinching her
nipples.

   Mike began her instruction while rolling film.  "We can talk to you but
don't talk back.  I will dub the sound in later.  You don't have to pretend
to be getting off or anything.  Just do what is natural and you won't have
to pretend.  First get some of the slime from that coffee can and smear
some of it around your pussy.  Then slip on the kneepads and when you are
in the pen, get the horse blanket off the gate and put it over your
shoulders or you could get scratched.  Once you drop to your knees, Randy
will come up behind you and try to mount.  As he hops up on you, go ahead
and get on all fours.  You don't need to worry that his cock will go up
your ass, it won't.  The angle of a hog cock is lower than a dog and if
anything, you will have to reach behind you and lift his cock to get it in
you.  I will keep this camera rolling and will get in the pen with you
after Randy has mounted you.

   The coffee can held what looked like dark brown slime, about the
consistency of egg whites.  Linda stuck two fingers in the can and smeared
it on her bald pussy, generously coating her pouting lips.  She slipped on
the kneepads, opened the gate, and stepped onto the clean straw inside
Randy's pen.  As soon as she was inside, Randy ran behind her and jammed
his flat nose into her ass.  Linda had been reaching for the horse blanket
when Randy poked her and she jumped.  "It's ok, he wants it.  That's his
way of saying hurry up and give me some."

   Linda pulled the blanket around her shoulders and dropped to her knees.
Instantly, Randy jumped up on her back, forcing her to assume the breeding
position.  His lovemaking was not gentle.  The reason for the blanket
became evident as soon as he started.  His front hooves clawed wildly at
Linda's sides and were it not for the blanket; she would have had some
impressive scratches to show off.  Randy did not exactly hunch Linda.  His
cock just came out on it's own, like it was propelled not by Randy's
haunches, but by some other means.  Randy did drive forward but his cock
slipped in and out of its sheath by itself.  The tip of Randy's missile was
about one and a half inches across, about half an inch thick, five inches
long, and shaped like a screw.  A round, rock hard shaft about a foot long
and an inch and a half in diameter followed it.  The shape and length of
Randy's spear was not the strangest item.  That was reserved for the action
of his cock.  The end of his cock rotated as it slipped in and out of his
sheath!  It resembled more than anything else, an oversized corkscrew. 
Randy bucked wildly at his intended target.  The rock hard screw, soft at
the tip, banged into Linda's thigh causing her to wince, slipped past her
thigh and spun against her stomach.  Then it withdrew without Randy pulling
his body back and jabbed forward again.  The second jab caught in her pussy
and the spinning rod threaded its way quickly into her.  Linda had never
expected anything like this.  The spinning cock with its threaded tip drew
itself into her with blinding speed.  Unlike any other cock she had ever
taken, this one simply pulled itself along!  It seemed her pussy was
sucking the spinning dick in without it being pushed from behind.  Randy's
cock withdrew slightly, spinning the other way as Randy pushed forward,
then spinning back in drilling mode, the cock sped forward again.  The
forth time Randy reversed and spun his cock forward he hit her cervix.  He
was in deeper than even Rambo had been.  It was not so painful as Linda had
imagined.  The screw tip of his was attempting to pry into her very womb,
spinning the other way, and then attempting to open her up again.  Linda's
head dropped and she looked between her legs.  She could see four inches of
shaft still outside her pussy as the amazing drill pressed itself forward
against her cervix again.  Randy's huge balls hung lewdly ready to pump as
soon as her womb was penetrated.  The spinning dick whirred against her
inner walls again and again.  She could feel the tip catching something
within her, something but then spinning the other way, releasing her. 
Spinning forward again, Randy's cock again was again catching on something.
There was something inside her giving the drilling pecker purchase. 
Something it could grasp and drive even further forward.  Linda's eyes
glazed as she started to cum.  It was a deep fucking cum that drove her
back against the spinning cock.  She shoved her belly lower and her ass up
and back in time with the forward spin of Randy's cock.  His backspin went
forward, her ass went up and back, the tip caught, and penetrated.  She
came.  Again.  There was a burning sensation deep in her belly.  She
dropped her head again and saw balls.  Just balls.  The remaining four
inches of shaft were gone as Randy's sheath pressed against her pussy lips.
He had penetrated her fully.  Randy squealed and his spinning shaft coursed
hot cum deep into his intended mate.  Linda could feel her womb being
pumped full of cum.  She looked down and saw her flat stomach distending
slightly as Randy, squealing his delight, started empting his enormous
balls into her.  The effect was immediate and strong.  She came again. 
Randy continued pumping and then, while still pumping, slowed the spinning
to a slow withdraw spin, all the while spewing hot cum deep within her
womb, well past her cervix.  The removal of the slowly spinning cock from
her cervix caused yet another spasm as she came.  Randy's constantly
churning cock was passing very thick and lumpy cum into the cervix opening
and into her vagina as he slowly spun his cock out of her.  She felt as if
she were being blown full of insulation as he withdrew.  When he had
completely withdrawn his cock, there was not a drip of cum leaking from her
pussy.  It was all so deep inside; it would take days to come out and would
not be completely gone until she had her next period.  Her stomach looked
slightly pregnant with the 14 to 16 ounces of cum neatly packed in her
uterus.  Randy wondered off to the other side of his pen and Linda got up
and walked through the gate feeling like she had drunk too much water.

   "I didn't think he was ever going to stop cumin!  Linda said after
catching her breath.  Then she noticed something strange.  She was standing
up talking to her friends after taking a mammoth load of sperm in her pussy
and nothing was leaking out!  Not a single drop!  If Rambo had bred her,
she would have a massive load sliding down her leg as soon as she stood. 
She had so much cum inside her now that she could see that her belly was
slightly distended and yet nothing was running out!  She mentioned this to
Mike and he let her know more about a boar's breeding habits.  After
depositing his load of lively sperm deep within his mate, a successful
breeding is followed by blowing the sow, or in this case, Linda, full of
very thick lumpy cum that coagulates to keep the sperm inside the uterus.
Linda's pussy was packed full of solidifying sperm!  Linda stuck a finger
up in her pussy and spun it fast, as if to remove a mans load, and was
rewarded by a long string of what looked like mozzarella cheese that
stretched out of her pussy until in a lump, the plug Randy had so carefully
placed in her came out fully an inch around and 5 inches long.  A rush of
cum, nearly a cup full followed it.

   "Well now, that was some really good footage!" Exclaimed Mike.  "Are you
ready for the horse?"

   "No, not right now." Linda was exhausted.  "I think its Barb's turn."

   Barb turned toward her husband with apprehension.  "Honey, could I skip
the hog for now?" Then turning to Mike, asked, "Maybe later but seeing that
thing drill Linda made my stomach hurt.  Didn't you say something about a
pony?" Her real fear was the slight bulge in Linda's lower abdomen.  She
did not want to add to her pooch, she had spent many hours on her bicycle
to keep that under control.

   "Sure, If you think you can handle Fleck.  He is better endowed than
most ponies his size."

   "She can handle him." It was the first words out of Teresa's mouth since
coming into the barn.  "The knot on that dog is bigger around than Fleck
and she said took that just fine."

   "You seem to be intrigued with Rambo.  I suppose you'd like your turn
with him?" Mike kidded his wife.

   Linda felt a twinge of what could only be described as jealousy when she
contemplated Rambo shoving his meat into this large older woman but she
held her tongue.  After all, hadn't she just been drilled by Mike and
Teresa's pig?

   Mike led them to a different part of the barn.  They passed through a
low door into the equine section.  It was just as clean and brightly lit.
Standing not a meter from the door was a large horse.  He greeted them all
with a snort and after they had passed through the door, he ran to the
other side of his pen and snorted again.

   "God, He's HUGE!" Linda was taken aback by the size of the horse.

   "That's not Fleck.  His name is Spencer but we call him Stud." Mike
stood proudly with his arms crossed as he watched the pretty girls shock.
He knew he had a very large horse and he was proud of him.  "Fleck is in
the pen across from us."

   He led them to another pen, smaller and if anything, cleaner than
Stud's. There was a small white pony with small flecks of black and brown
in his coat.  He whinnied as the group approached his pen.  The new
arrivals leaned on the top rail and sized him up.  He stood about 50 inches
high at the shoulder and was impeccably groomed.

   Barb turned to Teresa and asked, "Have you fucked Fleck?"

   Teresa smiled somewhat shyly and admitted, "Yes.  I'd had every animal
here."

   "What one do you like best?" Linda asked.

   "It depends on the day.  If I want a really huge cock in me, I go for
Stud.  Fleck is almost as big around and his trumpet is a little larger but
I don't stretch out as much with Fleck.  I can let him go in deeper too. 
His ring is further from his cock head than Stud's."

   "Ring?"

   "You'll see what I mean soon enough.  It is kind of like a dogs knot but
not nearly so large."

   Steve was about to pop.  "Hey, let's make some movies!" He was more than
ready to see his wife with the pony log firmly lodged in her pussy. 
"Honey, you should take off your clothes and get in the pen so Fleck can
slam that cock in you!"

   "It's not that easy." Mike smiled at Steve's impatience.  She has to get
ready and we have to get Fleck ready.  There's a small bench over by the
water trough, why don't you go get it and bring it into the pen.  Just put
it in the middle here and enjoy the show!"

   Steve found the wooden bench.  It was about two feet high, five feet
long and a foot wide.  It was roughly the same dimensions as Linda's weight
bench.  He brought the bench into the middle of the cage and as instructed,
placed a brightly colored horse blanket over it.

   His wife had stripped her clothes off in front of Mike and his rolling
camera, and was smearing some of the goo from the coffee can on her anxious
pussy.

   Fleck knew what was going down.  He whinnied again and shook his head.
He walked to the middle of the pen beside the bench and stood expectantly.

   "Linda, you are the perfect choice to get Fleck ready for Barb.  Go over
to him and pet his flank and let your hand wander to his sheath.  His cock
will drop out and when it does lube it up good with some of this." Mike
handed Linda the coffee can.  Mike continued rolling film.  "Barb, drift in
from the side and look as if you are interested in what Linda is doing then
lay face up on the bench.  Fleck will sidestep toward the bench until one
of his legs comes in contact with it.  When that happens, lay on the bench,
move your leg under his belly, and tap him on the side with your heel."

   Linda did as instructed as Mike moved between them and to the front of
the pony.  He was getting a good camera angle for the show to come. 
Linda's hand slid under Fleck to his cock and started stroking his huge
sheath.  Slowly Fleck's cock dropped out and started to become erect. 
Linda took a handful of the goo and smeared it on his hardening cock.  It
was indeed massive.  The heft of it gave Linda a thrill.  This cock must
weigh 10 pounds!  As Fleck's cock hardened and lengthened, Linda became
aware of the ring Teresa had mentioned.  About nine inches from the flared
head, Fleck's cock thickened to about twice its girth.  It measured about
two and a half inches across to the point where it ramped quickly to about
four inches across.  The thicker part of his cock was an amazing 10 inches
long for a total length of 19 inches!  The head of his giant prick was very
soft, nearly gelatinous with a large orifice on the underside of his
mushroom shaped head.  His piss hole was the size of a pencil.  Linda
stroked the giant prick with both hands, generously applying lubricant to
Fleck's shaft well past the ring.

   Barb, watching Linda intently, laughed nervously.  "If you think it's
going in that deep, call the ambulance now!"

   "You took that much when Rambo sank his knot in you." Linda grinned. 
She was going to enjoy watching this bitch squirm while Fleck impaled her.
Again Linda contemplated her feelings.  Was she jealous?  She felt
camaraderie and jealousy at the same time.  Fleck sidestepped toward the
bench, interrupting Linda's train of thought.  His huge prick throbbed in
her hands, lurching slightly toward his belly, rising of its own accord. 
Linda stepped over the bench as Fleck side-stepped again.

   "Ok, he's ready for action." Mike slowly circled, his video camera
trained on the huge cock and Linda's petite hands.  "Barb, go ahead and lay
face up on the bench.

   Barb lay down on the bench and slid her left leg under Fleck, grazing
his prick with her knee.  Linda continued to pump his shaft slowly, still
amazed by the length and girth of his powerful tool.  Barb spread her legs
wide and hooked her left ankle on fleck's rump.

   "She has such long wonderful legs!" Teresa looked on with satisfaction.
"We are going to make lots of money together!"

   Barb had her pussy nearly centered under Fleck's belly, her right foot
flat on the ground with her knee bent 90 degrees.  Her left leg rested on
Fleck's rear quarter, spreading her pussy wide open.  Mike had moved
directly behind Fleck and was filming from under his balls.  Linda had a
firm but gentle grip on Fleck's shaft and slowly guided the engorged tip to
Barb's well lubed pussy.  Fleck stood still, whinnying softly and snorting.
He took a very small step forward, shuffling his feet and slightly hunching
his backside in time with Linda's administrations.  At first contact with
Barb's cunt, it seemed the tip was too large to fit in but with coaching
from Mike, Linda pressed on the soft sides of Fleck's mushroom shaped tip
and slowly stuffed the easily manipulated sponge-like cock head into Barbs
waiting pussy.  With further coaching from Mike, Barb slid toward the huge
prick, ensuring penetration.  Almost as if he had the camera's viewpoint,
Fleck hunched forward without moving his feet and slid the first six inches
of pussy impaling shaft into Barb.  She groaned and writhed on the bench in
an exaggerated circular motion.  Barb was as turned on by the camera as by
the huge pole invading her and was intent on giving a good show.

   As Fleck's head, followed by his initial thrust passed her vaginal
opening, Barb felt a comfortable fullness, partly due to the soft nature of
Fleck's cock head.  She squirmed down on the giant prick, rotating her hips
and making sure her legs were spread to their maximum.  Aware of the camera
divulging her most prized possession, she tried to make a great show of
enjoying the fucking.  It was to be her undoing.  Linda had let go of the
giant prick as soon as penetration was complete.  As Barb's pussy made its
second rotation with six inches of pony cock firmly implanted, Fleck
stepped forward and hunched again.  Fully 5 more inches of solid meat slid
easily into Barbs quickly filling pussy.  The famed ring was at the
entrance of her cunt.  Flecks cock was shaped in such a way as to ramp the
long relatively small in comparison frontal shaft into the very thick and
sturdy cock trunk just behind the ring.  Even though she had taken Rambo's
knot, she was not ready for the instant stretching she had just received.
Fleck pulled out slightly and pushed forward.  Another inch disappeared
into her no longer rotating pussy.  The ring had disappeared.  Fleck
started fucking her in earnest.  Each thrust brought a grunt from Barb. 
Her pussy had never been stretched like it was being stretched now.  Even
Rambo's knot, though it was as big around as this prick, didn't stretch her
out as good.  Yes it was good.  She started cumming as soon as the giant
prick slammed into her cervix.  It didn't hurt when Fleck bottomed out in
her, his soft cock head cushioned the titanic blows her pussy was being
dealt.  Fleck took another half step forward and flattened out his hunched
back.  Everyone except Barb knew what was coming.  His next hunch forward
rammed his prick another two inches deeper than the previous one.  Barb was
fully impaled on his gigantic cock with only seven inches of his huge tool
still exposed.  Her guts felt compressed as she came again, her pussy had
reached the point at which Linda had stopped lubing Flecks cock.  Fleck
whinnied and started fast hunching without moving more than two inches in
and out of her.  His fast hunching signified his approaching completion of
breeding.  Her clutching pussy quaked against his thrusting prick as she
entered into a state of continual cumming.  Her legs, drawn up against
Fleck's flanks, now relaxed and spread again, back to her earlier show biz
position.  Fleck hammered away at her cumming body, intent on burying his
cum deep within his mare.  Then Fleck came.  His body became a solid mass
of strained muscle as he drove his giant prick even deeper into his newest
lover.  Her pussy received yet another two inches of cunt stretching cock.
Horse cum sprayed out from around the tight seal of their union, a
testament to the force of his cum.  Barb came again as she felt his boiling
cum fill her in such a way as she had never been filled before.  She
bloated slightly and slid up on the bench, away from the hammering prick.
The increased room in her pussy was quickly filled with pony sperm as Fleck
whinnied and drove forward, gushing cum displaced from her drenched pussy.
He emptied his balls in her then stood stock still.  His prick softened
faster than it had grown, slipping from her gaping cunt and leaking a small
amount of cum.  Barb knew she had been fucked in such a way she would no
longer feel a human in her.  Her cunt was stretched to impossible
proportions and her bloated belly slowly went nearly back to its former
state as cups of cum ran from her smashed pussy.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

   The women spent the rest of the afternoon and evening cleaning up and
chatting like school girls.  Teresa showed Linda how to remove most of the
hog sperm with lemon and vinegar douching.  When she was finished, Linda
looked and felt renewed.  Her experience with Randy the pig was very
different than anything she had ever experienced and yet she still desired
Rambo above all.  Teresa had wanted and taken a pounding from him and as
Rambo pulled his fully inflated knot from yet another well bred bitch,
Linda could swear he looked at her with big sad eyes as if to say "Is this
all I am to you?" The next moment his snout was buried in Teresa's cum
flowing pussy; eating his own juice, mixed with some of hers, with gusto.

   Mike and Steve were busy on the computer, editing and using sound bytes
to fill in the moans and groans so necessary for full impact.  Linda's
movie with Randy was unlike anything Steve had ever seen.  The camera's
view was much better than the live show he had witnessed from the gate. 
Anyone who has ever seen a professional football game knows perfectly well
how the angle of the camera makes everything `larger than life'.  Linda's
perfect shape and the movement of her ass as she was being drilled by the
pig hardened both men as they created the newest additions to Mike's web
site, Animal Addiction.

   The movie of Barbs encounter with Fleck the pony was priceless!  Mike's
camera angles and Barb's hamming it up played nicely as the full
penetration of her semi prone form, perfectly captured by Mike's quality
video camera became a masterpiece.

   "There are so few real penetration movies on the web.  We are going to
be famous." Mike was ecstatic.  "I know my wife is not much to look at but
we have had lots of hits and some buyers because we have animals who know
what to do next." He started clicking away at some of the sites he had
joined to learn more of the trade.  "Watch this movie.  The girl looks
fantastic but see how she just rubs that horse cock on her pussy?  There is
no penetration.  That's what folks want.  They want to see the meat
disappear into a girl and when the animal pulls out, they want to see
massive amounts of cum pouring from her well used cunt."

   None of the movies Mike had downloaded from other sites could compare to
his new footage.  After finishing the new additions and uploading them,
Mike made a couple of short one and a half megabyte teasers and uploaded
them to strategic porn sites as free downloads.  Each started with a splash
screen of Animal Addiction.

   Dinner was ready and everyone sat down to eat.  Excitement was as
palatable as the great food.  Conversation wound down as bellies became
full.  After one such pause, a particularly long pause, Barb asked Linda
about Frank.

   "What are you going to do when Frank gets out of jail?"

   Linda blushed slightly.  "Uh, well I uh guess I'll probably try to get
rid of him.  I mean it sounds bad for me to be here having all this fun
while he's locked up but you folks should see how I lived until Rambo freed
me.  I mean, it was bad and I didn't even know it."

   "If you need a place to stay for awhile, we can help." Mike offered and
Linda looked quickly at Teresa.

   Nodding approval, she added.  "It would be nice to have someone around
when Mike's in the fields and I know how to run the camera." She broke into
a broad smile at Linda's blushing reaction.  "Of course, I would teach you
to run it too." Linda was nearly speechless.  She hadn't considered such an
option.  She could move everything she had in less than a day and that
drunken bastard Frank would have exactly what he deserved, nothing.

   "I need to think about it." She paused for two seconds.  "Ok.  You got
yourself a boarder.  I will pay my way, hopefully with movie money!"

   Small talk continued for a short while as Teresa cleared the table
without any of the guests except Linda taking notice.  As Mike filled Steve
and Barb in on the finer points about running a porn site, Linda joined
Teresa in clearing the table.  Once the table was cleared, Mike announced
revised plans for the evening.

   "Ok folks, here's the plan.  We are going to give Linda a chance, if she
wants it, to make some footage this evening.  Then tomorrow, Steve and I
will take the grain truck to Linda's house and help her move her stuff. 
Barb and Linda will take Steve's car and Linda can drive her car back
here."

   Linda tensed slightly.  Talking about moving was one thing; actually
doing it was something entirely different.  She would have to quit her job
and she still had a slight romantic interest in Matt.  No matter.  If Mike
was right about the money she would make from a few movies, she wouldn't
need the job, and Matt seemed distant the last time they spoke.  Still she
would like to repay him in sweat for the computer he gave her.  As for
making another movie, the after dinner wine was working on her in a good
way and she felt up for anything.

   "That sounds like a plan.  What do you have in mind for my next film?"
Linda tossed her head, her chin describing an arch to her right shoulder.
She had taken to being a movie star.

   "I want to film that petite body of yours impaled by my horse!" Mike's
enthusiasm was evident.  "If I could add that to the web site this evening,
we could have quite a profitable Sunday."

   Linda bit her lower lip.  Looking at Teresa, she asked.  "Do you think I
can do it?"

   "Sure, you'll love it!  When Rambo was fully inside me, he seemed longer
than Stud because of Stud's soft cock head.  He is slightly bigger around
than Rambo and if we have to use mare scent to arouse him, he might shove a
little harder than your dog but I'm sure you will love his huge dick."

   The filthy talk was arousing Linda.  She had already cum a few times
today but her foray with the pig, though deeper than she had ever been
penetrated, did not fill her like Rambo.  "As Ton Loc would say, `Lets do
it!"

   An hour later, the group was in the barn.  Linda was wearing a bra and
her t-back panties.  She had been filmed brushing Stud in different parts
of the barn.  Finally Mike had the scantly clad Barb lead Stud outside with
Linda riding him.

   "We have about an hour of daylight left and shooting outside will be a
nice change."

   As instructed, Barb led Stud to a small tree where he was tied short. 
Mike took a quick break from filming to attach hobbles to Stud's rear feet.
"Don't want him to trample you when he gets excited."

   Linda and Barb stripped and started trying to coax Studs cock out of
hiding while Teresa attached a feed bag to Stud's head.  No sooner was the
feed bag on Stud then he started snorting and his cock slowly dropped from
its hiding place.  As his cock slid out and lowered, while stiffening
toward the ground, Linda stripped off the rest of her clothes.  Now,
entirely naked, she slowly stroked Stud's flank while Barb generously
applied lubricant to Stud's now rising shaft.  Stud continued to snort and
shift his weight, occasionally bucking his hips forward.

   "Linda, I want you to back toward that nice cock of his and Barb, press
on the sides of the head.  He's getting pretty worked up from the mare
scent in the feed bag.  Linda, when you feel his cock on your pussy, grab
his front leg just below the knee and press back."

   Doing so, Linda felt the huge cock pressing in on her cunt.  Barb was
aiming the enormous tool directly into her waiting pussy.  Linda had to
bend further over to grab Stud's leg.  She spread her legs and moved her
ass almost directly under Stud.  Barb was feeding the cock into Linda's
waiting pussy, stretching her cunt wide as the oversize fleshy mushroom
cleared her vaginal opening.  Remembering Barb's earlier show with the
pony, Linda ground her hips back toward the huge prick, forcing four inches
of hot horse cock into her steaming pussy.  A moan escaped her as she felt
the smooth cock with its huge head slide up inside her.  Barbs hands slid
further up the cock, lubing an impossible amount of meat.  She said
"remember how much of that pony cock you lubed up for me?  Well I just
topped that by six inches." Linda didn't care, she was fucking a horse. 
Her knees bent further, arching her back and jamming more meat into her
filling cunt.  Barb held onto Stud's cock, about an inch behind where his
cock thickened, with both hands.  Her thumbs and fingers just did touch and
she realized Teresa hadn't been exactly honest about the size of Stud's
cock.  It was much bigger than the pony, almost twice as big around and
eight inches longer!  She looked up at Teresa who, with glazed eyes, looked
hungry!  She wondered if Teresa had ever fucked this enormous animal.  She
said she had but the look on her face was one of amazement and almost
wicked enjoyment.  Barb's attention was drawn back to her task by a sudden
bucking forward of Stud's hips.  Six more inches of cock slid into Linda
and half that much pulled out with his backstroke.  She moaned as Stud
started bucking forward again.  He was giving rhythm to his fucking and
slowly fucked his huge tool into Linda.  A horse as large as Stud does not
fuck fast.  He fucked her with excited deliberation.

   "Lock your elbows Linda, you don't want give in your arms." Mike was
filming and directing.

   Following his direction caused another couple of inches of penetration
and the thick part of Stud's cock was at the entrance of Linda's pussy. 
Linda pressed back against Stud as her first orgasm hit her.  The pleasure
of being stretched so far and penetrated so deeply was overwhelming.  She
straightened her knees, angling the huge cock in a more natural, for the
horse, position.  Stud snorted loudly and shoved forward hard.  He had
pulled back a couple of inches and used the slack in the filled pussy to
ram forward again as the thickest part of his cock cleared her now
stretched thin pussy lips.  A cry escaped Linda as she was wracked with
pain cause by extreme stretching and shoving of her guts.  Stud was near
orgasm.

   "I know it hurts but he is ready to cum and we need his cum to be inside
of you so stay with it!" Mike had circled while filming and had gotten
directly behind the horse, filming her obscenely stretched pussy from under
his balls.  His angle was perfect for between her spread legs, the outline
of Stud's huge cock was visible in her flat stomach.  He could see and was
capturing on film the extreme violation of this beautiful woman.  Stud
hunched another inch of his gigantic cock into Linda and she cried out in
pain and ground back against the largest cock she had ever seen or felt. 
Her orgasms had started to multiply and she didn't care if she split in
two. Stud's head tossed as much as it could with the short rein as he let
go of a month of built up semen.  Her relatively tight hole expanded and
the outline of his cock in her belly blurred as he filled her with horse
cum.  He pumped into her, filling every crevice in her breeding structure
with hot sperm.  Her earlier experience with the hog had loosened her
cervix as the hog wound his cock head into her and now her loosened
cervical opening permitted hot cum to enter in.  Just as the pony had done
Barb, Stud pulled half of the fourteen inches of buried meat out of Linda
and filled that space with sperm, only to piston his oversized member back
into her pussy.  The difference between Barb's experience and Linda's was
the size of the cock.  Stud's circumference was so large, his cum did not
spray out from around his shaft as Flecks had done with Barb, instead, cum
was jammed into her with enough force to bulge her belly obscenely.  With a
whiney, Stud was finished, and not an instant too soon.  His cock came out
of Linda, pressured by the extreme load she had received.  The sperm
sprayed back on Mike and camera, making a once in a lifetime cum shot for
the camera from around a horse cock buried in a petite beauty.

   Barb caught Linda as she sagged toward the ground.  Linda's legs had
turned to jelly and she couldn't stand upright.  The huge horse had pumped
hard into her and her insides ached.  Mike was very excited.  "We have a
winner!" He exclaimed.  "Folks, this is the best footage ever!" Steve and
Mike started for the house, leaving the women to put up the horse.  Teresa
took Stud to his stall while Barb sat with Linda who was still quaking.

   "I can't believe you got that much cock in you!  I wish you could have
seen that huge thing disappear in your little pussy.  It looked like a
bowling pin being stuffed into a thimble!  Are you ok?"

   "Yeah, I think I am." Linda's reply sounded more like a question.  "I
didn't think I could take all of him, I mean, he hit bottom really hard but
that isn't what hurt.  It's how big he is around, you know, his width. 
God, he puts Rambo to shame!"

   As she spoke, another spasm caused more cum to run out of her pussy.  It
just ran out of her cunt and down her leg.

   "Wow, look at that load.  That's more cum than I've seen in a year."
Barb seemed intrigued.  "Uh, I know you've been through a lot today but
would you mind just leaning back and spreading your legs a little more, I'd
like to take a closer look at you."

   Linda scooted her ass to the edge of the rough bench, leaned back
against the fence, and spread her legs to give Barb a better view of her
privates.  Barb knelt and felt Linda's swollen, shaved pussy.  It felt hot
to the touch and as Barb effortlessly slid two fingers in, another glop of
cum came out.  She glanced up at Linda and noticed she had closed her eyes.
Barb continued inserting two then three fingers and finally four fingers
followed by her hand.  She slipped her hand and wrist into Linda's hot hole
without effort.  Barb's slow manipulation brought a low moan from Linda.

   "Does that hurt?  Barb asked.  "Do you want me to stop?"

   "No, don't stop.  Just don't go in too far."

   Barb looked down at her arm.  Her wrist was already inside Linda's
steaming pussy.

   "How far is too far?" Barb again wondered at the depth of this petite
woman.

   "I'll tell you if you go too far." Linda groaned again.

   Barb made a fist and slowly started pumping her arm in and out of
Linda's pussy.  As she pumped, she leaned over and started nibbling on
Linda's reawakened clit.  Linda's hips started rocking up toward Barb's
mouth in time with the slowly plunging arm in her cunt.  Cum ran out from
around Barb's arm, a testament to the large load deposited earlier.  Heady
smells and taste excited Barb and her free hand slipped between her own
legs.  Linda's buttocks rose as if gravity had lost its hold on her ass as
she came again.  Barb felt her pussy attempt to clamp down on her forearm,
it was a weak clasp.  Barb slowly withdrew her arm from Linda's still
clenching pussy and a river of cum followed her hand.  Barb held her hand
in front of her face and spread her fingers, stretching cum between them
like ropes of thick pasty syrup.  Linda relaxed and brought her knees
together.

   "Wow that was nice!" Linda sounded drunk.  "Help me get up; I want to
take a shower." Barb reached down and gently helped Linda to her feet. 
Linda was able to stand upright and seemed to be recovering quickly.  They
headed toward the house.

   CHAPTER TEWNTY-FOUR

   Mike logged into the system account.  There seemed to be something wrong
with his web site.  It was moving painfully slow.  Finally his name and
password was accepted and his administrator mailbox flag announced arrival
of new mail.  There were over four hundred messages.  Most were system
generated pay-pal notices.

   "Hey!  Check this out!" He yelped.  "I believe we have hit the jackpot!"

   Subscriptions to Animal Addiction cost twenty dollars a month and there
were over two hundred new subscriptions!  Mike was in deep conversation
with Steve as the women walked past.

   "We can't match other sites volume of material and our stuff is going to
be stolen and posted on all the other sites soon so we have to sell based
on new releases." Mike explained further.  "What we have to do is stockpile
our footage.  This movie of Linda and Stud is going to be one of the
hottest ever so I made and posted a very short clip of his initial
penetration and will release the entire movie next week." His logic was
infallible.  There was no way to copy write this type of material and the
black market was so well entrenched, there would be no fighting
infringement if it were protected.  While he was uploading the short clip
and talking, another fifteen users gave up twenty dollars each.  "At this
rate, we are going to have five hundred new users by morning!"

   Linda had cleaned up again and douched her swollen pussy.  The lemon and
vinegar stung a little and she noticed her pussy which had been once three
fingers tight was now quite loose around four fingers!  She contemplated
her situation.  Her mind was made up to move but she wanted to really get
back at Frank for all the years he had abused her.  He hadn't actually hit
her; it was more like just some type of mental abuse.  His drinking,
financial instability, and laziness had caused her to accept mediocrity as
the norm.  She smiled as she thought of the shower drain he had refused to
repair.  She wouldn't have started this adventure if he had just fixed that
small item.  Her hair wouldn't have gone down the broken drain in the tub
and Rambo wouldn't have fucked her silly while she had been held captive by
her hair.

   As if divinely inspired, a plan formed so rapidly it seemed as one
thought.  She would pick Frank up from jail Monday and let him fuck her. 
That is after Rambo had smashed her pussy beyond its ability to feel Franks
tiny by comparison cock.  Somehow she would try to keep Rambo's load inside
until she fucked Frank, then she would have the loosest, sloppiest pussy
ever and he was sure to comment about it.  When he did, that's when she
would drop the "I'm leaving and never coming back you asshole" bombshell on
him.  The details of her plan started coming together in her mind as she
rejoined the jubilant foursome clustered around Mike's computer.

   "Well Linda, by this time tomorrow I expect your share of Animal
Addiction to net you about twenty-two hundred dollars." Mike was beaming!

   Linda's mouth dropped open and her mind raced.  Twenty-two hundred
dollars was more than she made in two months at Walemart!  "What?  How!!"

   "We are up to two hundred and eighty new subscriptions as of ten
o'clock, thanks to our new material and new actresses.  I believe we will
have in excess of five hundred new subscribers by morning.  Subtract twelve
percent operating expenses, fifty percent split between me and Teresa, then
split that in half between Barb and yourself and you have made twenty-two
hundred dollars and I haven't even posted your newest movie yet!"

   Linda felt as if she had hit the lottery.  She loved fucking these
wonderful animals and to be paid to do it was nice but to make that much
money so fast was overwhelming.

   Mike logged off his computer and all of them went into the living room
to discuss their next move.  Steve was perhaps the most imaginative person
sexually among them and he came up with half a dozen great ideas for new
movies.  The dynamics of the group was coming together.  Steve was to
become the new director while Mike was to be in control of all the filming,
editing, publishing, and money.  Teresa would take care of the actresses
and Linda and Barb would fuck.  A lot.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - Sunday.

   Fog rose slowly off the ground permitting the morning sunshine to
illuminate its underside, creating a blood red sunrise that stretched well
overhead.  Inside the farmhouse, Linda awoke feeling fresh and rested.  She
stretched and kicked the light blanket to the foot of the bed.  This past
week had all seemed like a dream.  She'd met more new friends this week
than in her previous years while married to Frank.  She became the person
she always wanted to be.  Rambo had snapped the vine holding her in place
and now her new-found freedom was precious and relished.  Today was the day
she would move to her new home.  She had talked well into the night,
setting expectations and insuring there would not be cause for
misinterpretation of the business agreement she had with Mike and Teresa.
Steve was considering leaving his current job and becoming the porn
director he had always secretly wanted to be.  All of them were overwhelmed
by the money the first two movies had brought in.  Even Mike and Teresa
were unprepared for the massive response to Animal Addiction.

   A loud whooping brought an abrupt end to Linda's reverie.  Downstairs,
Mike had logged into Animal Addiction's administrator account and pulled
the statistics for the night.  Linda ran down to Mike's office where
everyone else had already gathered.

   "Eight hundred and twelve new subscriptions!" Mike was delirious.  "We
sold eight hundred and twelve new subscriptions after adding the new
movies!"

   Mike and Teresa were holding each other close.  Teresa was in tears as
she turned toward Linda.  "We were next to bankrupt.  We were losing our
farm.  Now we have enough money to pay the farm payment this year."

   Mike shook Steve's hand and welcomed his new partner to the first full
day of their business agreement.  "Looks like we started off with a bang. I
have over 400 e-mails to answer.  Now I see why all those successful pages
have a FAQ page."

   Steve's practical response quieted everyone.  "We still have unfinished
business.  We have lots of work to do today.  Let's not forget who is
responsible for our success and her present dilemma."

   Linda had become quiet.  She was ready to move out of Frank's house but
she did not look forward to the move.  Her mind was on her job and her
friends at Walemart.  She hated to stick Matt like she was preparing to do.
Frank was different.  She despised him.  She wanted him to know he was a
loser.  She wanted him to feel his loss.  The plan she had devised last
evening of fucking Rambo just before fucking Frank seemed almost too
polite. Still, she was going to go through with it.

   After breakfast, Linda and Mike took the farm truck back to Linda's
house.  Steve, Barb, and Rambo met them there and Linda proceeded to remove
all her personal belongings from her home.  She had decided to leave behind
almost everything except for the weight bench.  The farm truck was only
half full when Linda declared "That's all folks!" in her best cartoon
voice. She didn't clean Frank out.  She wanted her leaving to be a surprise
so she left almost all the house intact.  Besides, she didn't want anything
in the house; it was mostly cheap junk anyway.

   It was early evening by the time Linda had all her belongings settled
into her new room at the farm.  Her computer was hooked up to a freshly run
phone line and her clothes fit nicely into the large closet across from her
bed.  Linda had connected to the web to check mail and her personal account
on Animal Addiction.  She was satisfied with the way things were working
out.  She downloaded the teaser Steve had put together of her fucking Stud
the American Standard horse.  The meg and a half MPG file opened on her
screen and Linda stared in wonder at the beautiful petite woman being
impaled by the huge horse.  She couldn't believe the woman in the movie was
her!  The movie started by showing a side view of her bent over and holding
the horse's front leg as Barb stuffed the enormous cock head in her pussy,
then cut to a shot from directly behind the horse.  The camera angle showed
the underside of Stud's huge balls and his oversized cock stretching her
pussy to impossible proportions as he thrust the thick part of his cock
into her already overstuffed pussy.  The graphic 30 second clip was the
best quality she had seen online and the subject matter was excellent.  She
could see why Animal Addiction was such a quick and dramatic success.  The
caption after the short clip advertised Animal Addiction and gave a release
date of next week.  Mike was a good marketer and an even better cameraman.
She closed her connection and shutdown her computer.

   Downstairs, Mike and Steve were trying to talk Barb into making a movie
with the pig.  Linda rounded the corner into the living room in time to
hear:
"He didn't hurt Linda and you are much taller so the chance she took
will be even less likely to happen." Mike continued.  "I'm sure you will

really enjoy Randy."

   "What chance did I take?" Linda spoke as she entered the room.

   "The chance that Randy would get his auger in your ass and royally ream
you out." Barb, not wanting to mate with the hog, looked for assistance
from Linda.  "If he had gotten that drill of his up your ass, you wouldn't
be walking now."

   "But he didn't get up my ass and besides, I have a great idea.  Barb,
just trust me and you will cum like never before." Suddenly Linda had
become much more than just an actress.  "You are going to fuck that hog and
like it missy!"

   They broke into laughter and none noticed how much control Linda had
over all of them.

   "Believe me, once that pig starts drilling into you, buckets of cum,
both yours and his will be your reward." "Ok but I want your weight bench
in there, that is one big pig and I don't think my arms could hold his
weight."

   Linda agreed and the newest movie was about to be made.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

   The brightly lit barn looked different with Mexican blankets draped over
the pen surrounding Randy the pig.  In the center of Randy's pen, Linda's
weight bench stood with a blanket covering it as well.  Mike started
rolling film as Barb did a slow striptease, then she lay face down on the
bench.  Linda, as instructed from off screen, picked the sides of the
blanket up and wrapped Barb in the blanket.  All that could be seen was
Barb's blonde head and her beautiful upturned ass.  Linda dipped into the
coffee can that held the lubricant and lubed up a medium to large sized
plug for Barb's ass.  Twisting slowly, she forced the butt plug into Barb's
rectum.  As she forced the plug in, Randy took sudden interest in her
actions.  He began tossing Linda's arm up with his snout and snorting
loudly.  His haunches were twitching slightly.  Linda finally got the plug
seated firmly in Barb's ass and wiped her hands on Barb's ass cheeks. 
Randy was becoming increasingly obnoxious so Linda backed out of the pen.

   "You have something in the lube don't you." Linda asked.

   "Yeah, some scent to excite Randy.  That's all"

   "I thought so.  As soon as I spread that stuff on the plug, he came
running."

   There was no more time for discussion as Randy decided to mount Barb. 
He clawed his way up on her back and hunched forward slightly as his
strange cock spun towards its intended target.  Linda's eyes widened as she
saw the strange cock head.  When Randy had fucked her, she didn't see the
wickedly spinning head of his tool.  She had felt it crawl inside her as if
her body were sucking it in.  Now she realized why it had felt like no
force was used to penetrate her.

   The head of the pig's prick reached Barb's well lubed cunt.  Linda
watched as six inches of cock, about the diameter of an average man,
slipped inside Barb's pussy.  Then Linda noticed the rest of the cock.  Now
she realized the concern Barb had.  There was almost eighteen inches of
cock on the outside of Barb's pussy and six inches inside!  Realizing she
had taken every inch of that spinning monster caused Linda's hand to
instinctively press on her stomach, just above her belly button, as she
thought to herself.  "That cock was all the way up in here!"

   Barb felt Randy's weight scoot up on her rather than land as Rambo had
done.  She was grateful for the butt plug and no longer feared being reamed
out.  When contact between Randy's prick and her pussy was made, she felt
the same drawing feeling Linda had felt when being entered by the pig.  Her
pussy sucked his spinning cock up inside as if her abdomen were a vacuum.
He was warm and slick and the spinning action of his cock head drew him
into her incredibly fast.  Before three reversals of his cock had taken
place, Randy was colliding with her cervix and drilling his fleshy pry bar
into her womb.  Her pain was matched in step with low intensity orgasms
that were building to a roar as Randy's cock, seeking entry past her
cervix, drilled into her.  As her orgasm intensified, Randy's spinning cock
wore down her womb's defenses.  The catch of his cock into the crevice of
her cervix was sudden and pronounced.  Mike's camera had been filming the
fucking from the side, catching the bending of the pigs cock as his drill
head slammed into her seemingly impassable cervix.  It would buckle and
bow, spin backward and straighten, then spin forward and buckle the shaft.
Barb was not as deep as Linda and there was at least eight inches of cock
rod still outside Barb as his cock head collided with her cervix.  When his
cock finally found its way past her cervical opening, the remainder of his
shaft slipped quickly inside Barb.

   "OH SHIT!" Barb bellowed.  "FUCK!" The spinning cock drew itself deep
into her womb and started pumping her full of sperm.  Her orgasm was
evident in the quaking of her ass cheeks.  The rippling of her ass as her
legs quivered was matched by the clenching of her stomach muscles.  She was
in heaven with the longest cock she had ever had drilling past the bottom
of her pussy.  She began her second round of mind blowing orgasms. 
Unintelligible gasps escaped her and her eyes rolled back in her head as
Mike caught her intense orgasm on film.  Randy pumped her full of cum; much
fuller than she had imagined he would.  As his cock began the slow spinning
withdraw, she felt the filling effect of his plug being deposited within
her vagina.  With a grunt, Randy hopped off of Barb as Linda entered back
into camera range.  With Barb still laid out on the bench, Linda unwrapped
the blanket to expose Barbs long, lithe, still quaking body.  Linda tugged
on the butt plug and slowly removed it.  Then she put two fingers in Barb's
pussy and caught hold of Randy's seed plug.  Mike zoomed in on Barb's pussy
as Linda removed the sperm containing plug from Barb's pussy.  A slow
stream of cum ran down Barb's legs, webbing between them and matting her
sparse, blonde pussy hair.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

   Linda watched as Mike and Steve edited the newest addition to their
video gold mine.  Teresa was doting over Barb who was soaking in the tub.
Linda's mind was not on the evening's events but rather on tomorrow, the
day she would let Frank know just how worthless he was.  An addition to her
plans to humiliate Frank formed in her mind and she excused herself from
the video editing party, telling them she was going to bed.  Steve and Barb
had an extensive collection of sex toys with them in their room and had
more than once offered their use to Linda and she had decided to take them
up on it.  One toy in particular held her interest.  It was an inflatable
butt plug.  Intended as a gag gift, it was as thick as a softball at its
broadest point and about eight inches long.  She collected the plug and a
small tube of lubricant from their toy box and retired to her room, locking
the door.

   Linda had not played much with sex toys but this one was not going to be
a toy tonight, it was a tool.  She stripped except for her half tee shirt,
lubed up her pussy and the entire length of the butt plug and, with the
plug on a foot stool, started forcing the huge toy up inside of her.  The
sharply tapered plug split her pussy lips and she realized she had some
work to do if she were to lodge the massive tool in her cunt.  She dropped
the squeeze bulb she was holding and using both hands, pinched her labia
and spread her pussy as much as she could.  She forced the huge latex
invader deeper and deeper, ignoring the pain of her stretching pussy,
intent on achieving her goal.  Linda used nearly all of her one hundred ten
pounds to grind the huge plug up into her.  Tears rolled down her face as
the remaining three inches suddenly popped up inside her.  Bowlegged, she
hobbled to her bed and lay down.  As the pain of insertion began to
subside, she started pumping air into the inflatable monster.  Four pumps
and she decided to rest for awhile, She lay on her back with her legs
spread wide to accommodate her new friend.  Tentatively, she felt her pussy
mound.  Her clit was being forced from its hood, daring her to manipulate
it.  She resisted the nearly crushing need to release her orgasm, opting
instead for four more pumps of air.  As the pain once again subsided, she
again pumped more air into the expanding plug.  Her cunt felt as if its
walls were paper thin when she finally decided the plug was large enough
for her purpose.  Then she pinched her over-extended clit and was rewarded
with an electric-like shock of pleasure.  Slowly she circled her clit with
her fingers and within three minutes was cumming hard.  Her cunt clamped
down on the huge plug buried deep inside her as her constricting vagina
tried in vain to compress the huge trespasser buried within.  After her
orgasm subsided, she pumped the huge toy four more times, causing pain and
discomfort.  Linda lay still, waiting for sleep with the huge plug inside
her.  Slowly, her body became used to its newest invader and she fell
asleep.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Monday

   Linda awoke early the next day.  The sun had not cleared the horizon and
there were no sounds in the house.  She could hear the first birds of
morning beginning their forage for food as she tried to roll onto her side.
She had forgotten about the enormous plug she had imbedded in her cunt as
she slept until she tried to roll over.  A smile played over her lips as
she grasped the bulb and started pumping more air into the plug.  Seven
pumps later she felt the now familiar paper thin pussy feeling and lay back
in her bed.  She had wanted to totally wreck her pussy.  She wanted Rambo
to be able to sink his knot in her without effort and fill her with his
sperm.  Then she wanted her soon to be ex husband to fuck her impossibly
huge pussy and realize he would never be man enough to satisfy her.  Linda
drifted off to sleep again.

   She awoke to the sound of clanging pots and the smell of coffee brewing.
Linda grasp the butt end of her vaginal friend and tugged.  She could not
remove the toy without deflating it so she let its air out and the softball
sized gag gift slipped easily out of her pussy.  Slowly she reinserted the
huge butt plug, satisfied with the ease with which it slipped into her
pussy.  She started fucking the huge toy in and out of her cunt with a
smile playing on her lips.  Frank was in for a surprise.  Not wanting to
cum, yet, she removed the toy and dressed.  Her gaping hole kept sucking in
her panties so she decided not to wear any.  She threw on a sundress and
went downstairs.

   "Hi guys!  What time is it?"

   Mike greeted her.  "Hello sleepyhead.  It's half past nine.  You must
have been exhausted"

   Linda smiled and accepted the cup of coffee being offered to her.

   "Frank's arraignment is at eleven o'clock and I don't want to miss him
so I better get going.  Barb, are you still going to ride back with me to
help out if I need it?"

   "Sure, I wouldn't miss this for the world!"

   The two of them got into Linda's car with Rambo and headed towards
Linda's previous home.  They arrived and ambled around, checking out all
the remains of a wrecked marriage.  There was nothing left worth taking. 
Sure there was some items worth something but Linda didn't care.

   Linda's cell rang about eleven-thirty.  It was Frank.

   "Honey, I know you must be pissed, hell I haven't been able to get a
hold of you all last week."

   "You got it wrong Frank.  I'm not mad at you.  Your being in jail has
been a blessing.  I finally had some time to think things through.  When
will you be home?"

   "I can't drive my truck.  It's impounded and I don't have a license so I
called Freddie and he is picking me up at the diner at noon.  I'll be home
by twelve-thirty."

   "Ok hon.  I'll be waiting at home for you."

   She didn't have much time but the timing was perfect.  Her pussy was
starting to return to normal and she didn't want that to happen, yet.  Barb
retrieved Rambo from the back yard and brought him into the bedroom.  Linda
was nude, on a beach towel, on her hands and knees, on the floor.  Rambo
saw the tasty bitch wiggling her ass towards him and knew what to do.  He
trotted to her backside and started licking her exposed pussy with fervor.
His huge tongue slurped at her, tugging on her stretched pussy lips and
coating her entire ass with his drool.  Barb got in close and watched his
tongue punishing her pussy.

   "God Linda, have you checked out your cunt lately?  I think Stud
stretched you out more than you think!"

   Linda smiled between her groans.  She wasn't going to tell anyone about
her intentional pussy stretching.  Rambo decided to mount her and as he
hopped up on her back, Barb reached under him to guide his thrusting cock
into Linda's pussy.  With Barb's help, Rambo struck home instantly.  His
humping hind quarters drove his enormous tool deep inside Linda within
seconds.  His knot was rapidly inflating inside her and his huge balls
swung as he fucked his favorite bitch, slapping her mound and starting her
first orgasm.  The tight bitch was no longer tight.  His knot was slipping
in and out of her with ease, causing Rambo to fuck into her all that much
harder.  Barb looked on with apprehension.  She was worried that she would
become as loose as Linda had.  She knew how that huge knot felt and how
hard it should have been for Rambo to slam his meat into Linda.  There was
no resistance to this fuck.  He was jack hammering his entire length, knot
and all; in and out of her so fast his motion seemed blurred.  Linda
started cumming.  Hard.  She dropped to her elbows, permitting Rambo to
fuck into her deeper.  Her guts contracted and her sides shook with
pleasure as Rambo continued his slamming screw, rutting her out and further
smashing every last vestige of elasticity from her over stimulated pussy.
She felt no pain, just intense pleasure as her current orgasm slowed and a
new one took its place.  Rambo picked up his already rapid pace, shuffling
his rear feet and gaining traction.  Drool landed on Linda's head and
shoulders, dripping off her ear lobe.  She pushed back into the humping
giant, thrilled by his attack style fucking and cumming harder, again. 
Rambo slowed as he started shooting his load deep inside his bitch.  She
might not be the tight bitch she once was but she was his.  His fucking
stopped, replaced by a rocking motion as he unloaded his balls into her. 
Barb placed her hands on Rambo's ass to hold him in place.  Linda had asked
her to help keep Rambo's huge cock inside her while he came so she would be
full of his cum when her husband came home.  The plan was working to
perfection.  Rambo continued to pump massive amounts of sperm deep within
his bitch; he was a very satisfied dog.  His huge cock throbbed as he
released load after sticky load into Linda.  Finally, he wanted out of her.
Barb helped him step over Linda, keeping his hinged cock deep inside. 
Linda reached back between her legs and held onto his cock, behind his
knot, trapping him inside.  Then they were ass to ass with Rambo's cock
still pumping hot cum.  Linda shivered through a mini orgasm as her wrist
came in contact with her hardened clit.  She was so sensitive she might cum
just grinding against her soon to be ex husband.

   Barb released her grip on Rambo's collar and permitted him to extract
his now deflated cock from Linda's pussy.  Linda stayed on her elbows and
knees, not wanting Rambo's cum to escape.  Barb stuffed a large butt plug,
not the one Linda had slept with but a smaller, meant to be used one, into
Linda's seeping cunt.  The plug met no resistance but did trap Rambo's
sperm in Linda's pussy.  Linda used a damp wash rag and the beach towel she
had been kneeling on to clean up.  It was nearly twelve-thirty.  Barb took
Rambo outside to the garage as planned.  She was supposed to listen in
after Frank arrived to make sure there was no trouble.  Linda had opened
the bedroom window and Barb was supposed to wait outside the window while
she fucked Frank for the last time.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

   Frank arrived home after a week stay in jail.  He wasn't sure what had
changed but he could tell something was different.  He would have to ask
Linda.  He came inside; noticing some of the furniture had been rearranged.

   "Linda, where are you?"

   "In here, in the bedroom waiting for you!"

   Frank smiled.  It had been a long time since he had fucked his wife.  He
was ready for action.  His hard cock strained at his briefs, ready to plow
into his woman.  He entered the bedroom and found Linda in bed on top of a
beach towel, totally nude.

   "Wow!  You are as ready as I am for once!"

   "Hurry Frank, I want you inside me now!"

   Frank lost no time freeing himself from his clothes.  His already hard
cock stood out proudly as he approached.  Linda smiled wryly.  She had once
thought Frank was well hung, but that was then.  Frank, with his usual
foreplay lay down directly on top of Linda and pressed his cock against her
pussy.  He was just about to ask if she had the lube out when his tiny by
comparison pecker slid without effort into his wife.  There was no friction
at all.  He just slid into the loosest, wettest hole he had ever felt.  He
did a push-up on the bed and looked down at where the two of them joined.
As he pulled out slightly, he saw foaming dog cum coating his pubic hair
and dripping off his balls.  Not knowing what was on his cock, he plowed
back into his wife with a strange mixture of curiosity and confusion.

   "How does it feel Frank?"

   "I'm not sure, I mean, you are loose."

   "Yeah, I did that on purpose.  I wanted you to feel my success."

   In mid stroke what she had said struck Frank.  "Your success?  Am I
getting sloppy seconds from my own wife?!"

   Frank quickly jumped up off of her and stared at his cock.  Sperm was
dripping off his balls and matted in his pubic hair.  He stared back at her
spread legs and his jaw dropped.  Her pussy was standing wide open with cum
pooled in the entrance.  Her labia seemed twice as large as he remembered
and the towel was soaked under her.

   "YOU BITCH!!" Frank screamed.  He took a step toward Linda but stopped
as he heard the bedroom door open behind him.  Frank turned white, thinking
he was about to be the victim of a love triangle.  Slowly he turned around
and saw Barb standing in the doorway.

   "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here?"

   "Fuck you!" Was Barb's answer.  "Linda, lets get out of this loser's
house.  He has nothing either of us want."

   Frank had pulled his pants back on and once covered, felt angrier and
braver than before.

   "Look you bull dike bitch, you are leaving now and she isn't going
anywhere with you.

   Barb didn't give.  "Shut the fuck up asshole.  You already ruined her
life."

   Frank interrupted by moving quickly toward her menacingly.  He had
almost reached her when he heard a low growl behind her.  She stepped back
into the hallway as Rambo, with his back hair raised, passed beside her
into the bedroom.

   "This is too good.  My dog will fix you.  Rambo!  Get her boy.  Attack!
Attack!"

   Frank had used commands when Rambo was a pup to teach him to be mean but
it had never worked.  He had thought Rambo was a lazy dog and too stupid to
teach and had given up after about a month of meanness training.  Now Rambo
was showing the behavior Frank had always wanted him to learn.

   Rambo entered the room from behind his second bitch to see the tasty
bitch cowering on the bed with his former master standing over her.  He saw
the rapid movement of his former master toward his second bitch and decided
to put a stop to Frank's aggression.  As he entered the room, his former
master uttered the pain word.  He had always said "attack" then kicked
Rambo.  Rambo was irritated.  His anger showed in his stance and his raised
hair.  He growled and approached his former master with his head low and
growling.  Frank cowered in fear.  He looked for an escape route but Rambo
stood between him and the door.

   "Rambo come." Linda was not interested in rescuing Frank but didn't want
bloodshed either.

   Rambo looked toward Linda and back to his former master.  The man was
backed against the wall and no longer looked like a threat.  He jumped up
on the bed with Linda and stood between her and Frank.  Linda got up off
the bed and slid into her sun dress.  She scooped a fresh towel off the
head board and walked to the door.  At the door she again said "Rambo
come!" and he jumped off the bed and followed her out the door.

   Frank stood frozen as his wife and dog left.  He was lucky to be alive
and he knew it.  The past week had been hard on him.  He had really bad
shakes from DT's in jail and was just now starting to feel some better. 
Now he was shaking for a different reason.

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