Ellen Johnson lay sunning in her backyard. The sun shone hotly on her scantily clad young body, her shapely rounded buttocks covered only by a brief light-blue bikini, jutted up proudly behind her. She rested her beautiful young face in her hands, the warm summer breeze played gently with her dark brown hair.
Standing in front of her on the lawn, his tail wagging playfully behind him, was a German shepherd. His dark brown eyes watched his new mistress's voluptuous young body sprawled lazily in the sun before him. His breath came pantingly as his long tongue hung wetly from the side of his open mouth. Ellen's husband. Tom. had just brought him here a half an hour before, and he had the feeling that he was going to be happy in his new home.
Ellen's husband had left not more than fifteen minutes ago. He had come with the new dog and the good news that he had been hired as the senior sales representative for Florida, by the N.R. Benson Company. Tom had applied for this job several months before and he had been wild with joy "when he had learned that they had hired him.
Ellen frowned as she remembered the conversation she had just had with her husband.
"Honey, I've done it!" he had said happily. "I've gotten the job with N.R. Benson. I am now the senior sales representative for the entire southern part of Florida. Isn't that marvelous?" A flushed look of jubilation lit his handsome young face.
"Yes that's marvelous, darling. I'm so happy!" her eyes moved to the muscular body of the German shepherd who sat patiently at her husbands side.
"Oh, I nearly forgot!" he leaned over and patted the top of the shepherd's head. "This is Nemo, he's ours."
"Ours?"
"Ours. Don't you like him?"
"He's beautiful. It's just that ... you never wanted a dog before. Why now, I don't understand?"
Tom Johnson enfolded his wife in his arms. He put his mouth against her neck and planted small wet affectionate kisses there.
"It's for you, honey" he whispered in her ear. "It's a watch dog for you while I'm away. I got to thinking. And the more I thought about it the less I liked that idea of you being here all alone while I'm away on a business trip."
Ellen Johnson threw her arms around her husband Tom and pulled him closely to her, whispering into his ear with hot, heavy breath, "Oh, Tom! Oh, you're so wonderful to me, darling! Oh, I do love you so!" Then her mouth pressed into the arch of his neck and her hot pink tongue slid out between her full ruby lips to tickle his neck erotically, teasing little circles up the side to his ear and tracing maddening little patterns around that orifice. Her loins ached for him, and already that tell-tale moisture of aroused lust began to seep down onto her creamy white thighs as she held him close and felt the distinctive protuberance in his crotch.
"Oh baby, do I want you!" Tom exclaimed, his breath already ragged with desire. "But ... I can't now. My new boss, Mark Hensely, is expecting me at the airport in twenty minutes."
"What? You're leaving already?" Ellen exclaimed, disappointed and frustrated, her eyes wide with disbelief and her mouth wide also.
"Yeah. Sorry, Ellen, I know it's kinda sudden." Tom apologized, breaking free of his wife's embracing clasp. "But you remember-I told you. This job would mean I'd have to be away for six weeks at the start-"
"Six weeks! Oh, Tom!"
"-for that training program. The management training thing the company does. It's really a terrific deal!"
"Urn, if you say so."
"Hey, listen," Tom said, trying to sound cheerful as he flung open drawers, pulling out socks and underwear and shirts and ties and pajamas and stuffing them helter-skelter into a small black suitcase, "I know you're disappointed and that this is ... well, rather short notice. But I promise you, when I get back, we'll really have a celebration! C'mon, cheer up!
And now Ellen lay sprawled across her towel clad only in a skimpy bikini bathing suit. Tom's old job had been bad enough, keeping him away from home for sometimes as long as two weeks. But now, now that he was going to be a supervisor for all of Florida and now she would find herself all alone and steaming with desire even more! And she would be faithful to him now, too, as she had always been. Not like some other salesmen's wives who began to play around as soon as their husbands left town, taking out wigs and tight-fitting clothing that they would never wear while their husbands were in town! No, not Ellen Johnson. She loved her husband, much too much to ever cheat on him with another man ... but sometimes she could feel her frustrated desires churning hotly around in her belly until she thought she would scream.
She felt like that right now as she lay looking at the beautifully muscular German shepherd that Tom had brought home. Tom had said that the dog's name was Nemo, that he had belonged first to a couple who had been transferred overseas and that he had then found a home with a fellow salesman in Tom's old company. But now that salesman had been transferred to the west coast, where he would have to live in an apartment, and so he had wanted to leave the dog with someone who would have a yard where he could play and a need for a good, reliable, dependable watchdog.
But Ellen could hardly believe that he was a ferocious animal-look at those eyes! Why, they were almost human the way they stared pleadingly, almost lovingly at her! Those soul-stirring big limpid pools had instantly melted the young brunettes heart-they were so ... so human! And it was true, they did seem to get along well together right from the start-the minute Tom had walked out of the door, the dog had come to lick away the tears in Ellen's eyes! And when she spoke to him, he somehow seemed to really understand every word she said!
"Come on, big fella," she had said to him, taking him by the collar to lead him away from the front door. "Come on and let's you and I get acquainted." Leaning down to pat him, he had thrust his face into hers to lick her tears away with his long pink tongue and Ellen couldn't help but laugh. And in response he had barked, not an evil, angry bark but a playful, lighthearted one and again Ellen found herself laughing at his childish prankishness.
Ellen was glad now that she and Tom had decided to buy this house just north of Ft. Lauderdale. True, it was situated in a development, a rather large one, when Ellen had really wanted to find a nice quiet little place on the beach. But the terms were too good to pass up, especially on Toms' meager salary even when you added her own take-home pay from her office job. And the house came complete with a small swimming pool in the back yard and a fence all around so that she could enjoy all the privacy she wanted-she could even sun-bathe in the nude by the swimming pool and often did! And the air-conditioning! Boy, what a difference that made when she came home from a long day at the office, hot and tired and feeling so incredibly dusty and disheveled! After spending most of her life in the cooler mountain region of Oregon, the incredible damp heat of Ft. Lauderdale was often overwhelming for the voluptuous young brunette and she had cheered out loud when they discovered that the modest price of the house included a pool and air-conditioning!
The brunette's mind now drifted back to her younger days in the small Rockies town of Georgetown where she had lived with her mom and dad until she went away to college. They had had a lovely little house there, nothing like this place she and Tom had just bought. No, that one was an old wooden house, built shortly after the turn of the century, with big bay windows and spires and turrets and all the Victorian gingerbread architecture that was so common in that age. And she had had a dog, then, too. Willie! Ah, Willie was such a handsome fellow, he followed her everywhere she went, even to school and every day after her last class he was waiting by the schoolyard gate to walk her home!
Ellen had always, of course, wanted to get out of Georgetown. Oh, it was a nice town to grow up in, but by the time she reached high school she had become bored with it, bored with its one small movie house, its one tiny luncheonette and its single gas station. Of course, it was always fun in the summer to go climbing in the rugged granite-gray mountains among the tall pine trees ... and it wasn't even so bad in town, in the winter filled with tourists on their way to, or from the ski resorts. Still, it didn't offer much for a handsomely beautiful, voluptuous young brunette and so Ellen had welcomed the opportunity to go to college in Miami.
It was during her junior year that she had met Tom. She had been drawn to him right from the start, to his rugged beach-boy blonde good-looks, to his dark brown eyes, to the faint wisps of blonde beard that clung to his cheeks. His lithe, muscular body had somehow looked much more virile and appealing than all the other boys, with its deeply golden sun tan, with its strong young muscles rippling just beneath his skin each time he moved. They had been sailing with a group of young people and afterwards when Tom had offered her a ride home she had accepted without the usual reluctance she felt when first approached by heretofore strange young men.
Yes, she had felt comfortable with Tom right from the start. And, of course, she had consumed a good deal of wine that afternoon along with everyone else so when he followed her into her apartment and sat down next to her on the couch, although she had a distinct suspicion that he wanted to do more than talk ... still, she didn't object. Not even when, a few nights later, as they were again sitting snuggled together on the couch, Tom had begun to kiss her fervently on the mouth, sending his hot spearing tongue into the warmly moist regions of her mouth with a blistering passion. Ellen could feel then a devouring flame of aroused longing burning through her veins as his tongue lashed again and again into her soft-walled mouth, searching for her own tongue and then engaging in a mock battle with it as he drew her seething loins close to his. As his tongue continued its wet spearing assaults into her flame-licked mouth, Ellen could feel the wet moisture of her own inflamed passions seeping down the tender flesh of her inner thighs and somehow when his eager young hands began massaging the melons of her large, voluptuously filled breasts over her sheer summer blouse, instead of pulling away as she had always done before with other men, she pushed her erotically hardening nipples closer to him, grinding her loins lasciviously against his thigh.
His tongue still stormed like lightning hotly into her own warmly inviting mouth and newly-discovered sensations of helplessly burning desire swept through the young brunette's veins, igniting her passion with a flame she never knew possible. It was as if a part of her personality had lain dormant all these years and was now suddenly unleashed, flowing through her excited cunt and breasts like hotly seething molten lava as she pressed her mouth tighter into his, pulling his blonde head towards her with eager hands to gather all of his hotly spearing tongue into the full warmth of her willingly enveloping mouth.
And then, when his hand reached under her sheer blouse, unbuttoning the top two buttons, and teased in beneath her scanty lace bra to tease maddening little circles around the rose-hued tips of her quivering breasts, a new bolt of lightening shattered the young brunette's fragile resistance and ignited an unquenchable flame of lust-crazed desire in her whirling mind and churning cunt. Again and again his fingers teased at the ruby-crested caps of her luscious breasts, going from one to the other, back and forth, back and forth over the erectly distended little buds until Ellen nearly screamed with uncontrollable passion.
Oh, it had felt so wonderful, especially when he dropped his moist hot lips down from her mouth to the moon-shaped mounds of her breasts, where his tongue played in tantalizing circles around the alabaster smooth flesh and the pink crowns of her nipples over and over again. The aroused young brunette had not even felt Tom unclasping her brassiere-all she knew was that now it had been eased up to her throat and his hotly working mouth danced erotically from one bountiful breast to the other, hotly lapping at the smooth-skinned globes until wave after wave of unparalleled desire burned through every fiber of her young being with a fever she had never known before.
She felt, too, a heated excitement creeping up along her thighs as his hands now slowly explored the smooth-fleshed virgin territory with gently caressing fingers, slowly, tantalizingly working up to the seething, moist pink folds of her hair-lined cuntal crevice. Oh, it was torture, excruciatingly pleasurable torture to feel his fingers slowly creeping up along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, ever-reaching towards the hotly buried treasure that lay waiting for him between her hesitantly spreading legs. Finally his probing fingers found their appointed destination, had slowly worked their way into the moistly passion-drenched folds of her enticingly warm cunt and when his outstretched middle finger discovered the erectly throbbing tit of her sensitive clitoris, a new leap of flaming desire burned through her loins and her hips began an involuntary undulation against his enticingly exploring fingers.
Ellen recalled now with a bitter, ironic laugh that it had been just as she was aroused to a fever-pitch of passion that her roommate had walked in on them! Joan had heard, of course, the unmistakable sounds the minute she had walked in the door and her first instinct, she had said later, was to turn around and walk out again! But, of course, it was already too late and the hotly aroused young couple on the couch had quietly kissed good-night and that was that. Now Ellen could laugh about that incident but at the time she had gone to bed more frustrated that she had ever dreamed possible.
Later, she and Tom had agreed that it was a good thing Joan had walked in just then because they certainly would have gone all the way, roused to the heights of impassioned desire as they already were. They had become engaged, in fact, the following week and the next year they were married, happy that in the end Ellen had saved her virginal treasure for their wedding night. Oh, it had been difficult, they knew, but in the end they thought it would be best. After all, Ellen had been brought up to believe that nice girls saved their virginity for their husbands and secretly Tom was rather pleased that he had married an unspoiled, unsoiled virgin like Ellen.
Ellen's revery was now interrupted by a hotly lapping tongue licking at her face. Opening her eyes, she saw that Nemo had edged his way over to the towel and was now gazing at her with unbridled affection in his limpid black eyes as he sat there obediently awaiting her commands. She could hardly believe that this was supposed to be a ferocious dog-those eyes, those helplessly loving eyes seemed too gentle, too meek to ever be angry and vicious!
"Well, you big beautiful beast, would you like something to eat now?" she said, standing up and slipping her sandals onto her feet.
Nemo sensed the warm affection of his new mistress even if he was unsure exactly what she meant by her words and he wagged his long shaggy shepherd tail excitedly. She looked very much like his last mistress with her long dark brown hair gleaming down her back and already the enormous dog was pleased with his new home.
"God, you are a friendly fellow, aren't you?" his curvaceous young mistress asked, reaching out to run her hand along the top of his head, her fingers curling affectionately behind his ears. "I know you're supposed to be a wickedly fierce watch dog, but you seem so cheerful and carefree! Of course, I don't suppose I'd want to mess with you if you got mad ... but somehow I don't find you in the least bit frightening! Isn't that amazing!" The young wife patted her new pet affectionately and felt the hard muscular animal flesh ripple under her tender touch beneath his dark fur. Then, as she led the way across the patio and into the kitchen, she watched as he pranced along behind her like an animal on parade, tail wagging, tongue hanging rakishly out of the side of his mouth, taut muscles rippling beneath his furred flesh. Through the bedroom door and across the living room then into the kitchen he followed happily, eagerly awaiting whatever treat this beautiful mistress had in store for him.
Once in the kitchen, she commanded him to sit and he obeyed. "Well, you're a well-trained young fellow, too. aren't you?" she asked, smiling, as she took some left-overs out of the refrigerator and put them into a large bowl for the massive dog. She stepped back to watch the hungry animal devour the bowlful of food, then she placed another bowl of water on the floor and watched him lap eagerly at it.
"Good boy." she said encouragingly as he licked up the last droplets of water from the bowl. It was just then that his keen ears picked up a foreign sound ... a door ... it had just opened and closed. The watch dog sprang from his mistress' side and lunged towards the front door, then stopped and stood rigidly, poised to defend his new mistress if the intruder came any further. Angry animal growls reverberated around deep in his chest and escaped through his teeth-bared lips.
"Ellen! When did you get the dog?" her voluptuous blonde neighbor asked, frozen in her place just inside the front door? It was Peggy Martin, her new next-door neighbor with whom Ellen had become very friendly over the past several weeks. Peggy stood there, immobilized, afraid to step even one step further as Nemo tensed, his lips pulled back to reveal the ragged line of his sharp teeth, growling now fully and menacingly.
"Hey. call him off, OK? Before he bites me or something," Peggy exclaimed as she slowly began to back up through the open door.
Ellen crouched beside the threatening dog, her breasts resting against his hard shoulder and she stroked his head gently, slowly so as not to startle him. "Just stay there and don't move " she said to her full-breasted, blonde neighbor as she continued to pet her dog. "Hey Nemo, you're a good boy, a good dog. But it's OK. You're a good protector, old fellow, but this woman is my friend. It's OK to let her come in. Come on, let's back up." she continued soothingly, pulling the still growling dog back into the living room. "It's OK ... c'mon, it's OK, Nemo."
"Well," said Peggy, now growing more comfortable and more relaxed, "when did this handsome young fellow come into your life?"
"Tom brought him home today," Ellen answered, forcing the dog to sit by her side as she flopped down into a large, comfortable chair. "He wanted me to have a watch-dog around because he's away so often. But don't worry-Nemo won't hurt you now. It's just that you're a stranger to him and he's been trained to be very wary of strangers!"
Ellen looked down into the massive animal's darkly warm eyes and soon she could see that his anger and ferociousness had melted into the same calm affection and attention he had displayed all afternoon since Tom had left. Yes, he really seemed to understand and it was amazing that he had caught on so quickly!
"Nemo, hug?" Peggy ventured, holding her hand out timidly. Nemo sniffed the offering carefully, around the palm and fingers and finally gave it an approving lick of affection. "Well, I can see you're a very intelligent fellow, Nemo," Peggy added, laughing and stroking the dog's head. "Yes, a very, very smart fellow!"
"And very loveable too. We're great friends already, aren't we great friends already, Nemo, aren't we boy." She leaned over and stroked him. Reaching out so that now he was being stroked by the two sweet-smelling young women at the same time. "It was so sweet of Tom to buy him for me. Goodness it's been years since I had a dog. When I was in high school I had an adorable little terrier named Willie. I've always wanted to get another dog but Tom said that we couldn't afford the cost of owning one."
"What made him change his mind?" Peggy asked. Her short skirted summer dress neatly outlined the voluptuous curves of her beautifully sun-tanned young body.
"Well, Tom's away so much of the time, you know, and he said it would make him feel better it I had some sort of protection around the house. He's just left for that training program, for that new job with Benson and he'll be gone for six weeks."
"Ellen, he got the job! I'm so happy for you both."
"Thanks, and how about a cup of coffee to celebrate!"
CHAPTER TWO
"Ellen's got a ... what?" Steve Martin exclaimed as he watched his wife's creamy, smoothly svelte body disappear nakedly into the shower stall. He raised his voice so that she could hear him over the cascading water. "A new what?"
"What?" she called back, luxuriating in the warm stream of needle-sharp water jetting from the showerhead.
"You said something about Ellen Johnson getting a new something,"" he replied as loudly as he could.
"I can't ... hear you, Steve!"
Quickly. Steve stripped off his shorts, seeing his reflection in the full length mirror, his powerfully built young body reflecting good health and a very trim condition for his nearly thirty-five years. He liked his black hair the way he was wearing it now, moderately long but not too splashy ... and his beard was coming along well, too. He only started growing the fine looking adornment about a month ago and already it looked very nice and he liked the effect, musing that he should have started a beard quite some time ago. His blue eyes danced lewdly with the idea of what he was going to do now.
She'll like this, she really will. She misses those swinging parties we used to have in New York ... and I'm not sure that I can keep us with the sexy wench anymore ... by myself ... but this is something different that we haven't done in a long time....
Reaching down, he hefted the rapidly elongating shaft of his hardening cock with his hand, feeling a certain elation ... a joy at being married to a woman like Peggy whose sexual appetite never seemed to diminish. Yes, she was a woman who really liked to fuck, anywhere, anytime, as often as possible. Of course it had been a lot easier on him when they lived in New York, when they had been able to have those wild parties where Peggy could get fucked four or six or even eight times in one night by as many men ... and, of course. Steve had been no slouch at those parties, trying to single-handedly handle all their wives! He was a damned lucky man to have married Peggy in the first place, and still luckier to have stumbled onto that swinging arrangement where she could satisfy her carnal desires with or without Steve!
Of course, since they had moved to Ft. Lauderdale five months before things had been a little different. Not between them, of course. But they hadn't yet met any other couples who seemed to be-likely candidates for their ... particular ... kind of fun! No, but they hadn't lost hope. There was always that handsome young couple next door, Ellen and Tom Johnson. Steve had already felt an itching in his balls to get his heavy spearing cock into that lovely little dish ... but then, Tom was away so often ... and he couldn't simply leave Peggy high and dry....
Opening the shower stall door, Steve stepped in quickly and closed it behind him, grinning with an unmistakably lecherous smile that Peggy had always found so attractive especially now with his beard! His wife's lovely voluptuous young body was covered with a sweet-smelling later of soap suds and her back was towards him. Steve gently put his strong young arms around her, his hands lovingly cupping the generous fullness of her breasts, firm, round and melon-like, set high and wide-spaced on her chest like twin crimson crested peaks. He liked the slippery feel of the lather on their satiny smoothness as he caressed them massagingly with wide circular strokes.
"Now, my sweet little wife, can you hear me?" he said, kissing the back of her wet neck.
Peggy shivered deliciously and leaned back against him, wriggling her hips in a wide gyrating motion, as his hot hard length nestled into the small of her back, "hear you ... and feel you too, Steve! Mmmmmmmmm! And it sure feels good!"
Steve laughed as his enormously elongated cock lurched expandingly between them, as it was trapped there in the slippery lather, the erotically exciting sensations of it concentrating in the pulsing, lust-bloated head. His strong fingers now rolled the berry-like nipples into throbbingly hard erection and he heard his wife issue a clear gasp of aroused pleasure.
"Now then ... what were you saying about that lovely little creature who lives next door?" he teased, his fingers continuing with their erotically provocative work.
"I said ... damn you, don't stop ... I said she has ... just gotten ... the most gorgeous ... hunk of dog ... I ever saw!"
Steve's hand slid massaging still down across his wife's flatly smooth belly until it reached the soapy-haired, triangular mound of her pubic area. He swirled this hand around and around there, while his other hand was still busily kneading and caressing the pliant, smooth-skinned mound of her voluptuously curved breast.
"A dog ... so what's ... so great ... about a dog?" he asked, his breath coming now in ragged spurts as the warmly flowing water poured down over them both.
"Ummmm ... you should see ... the brute ... looks ferocious ... but he's so ... friendly ... really ... maybe we should ... get a nice dog ... too," Peggy stammered through her unbridled lust.
Gently and slowly, Steve teased and rubbed caressingly at the tiny sensitive sprout of her pinkly glistening clitoris and felt the tiny, grinding undulation of her pelvis in response against his tantalizing finger. A little gurgling moan escaped from Peggy's lips as the fire in her loins began to smolder ferociously.
"Urn ... maybe we will ... someday," Steve answered as he moved his other hand luxuriously over her waist, savoring every inch of creamy smooth flesh around the luscious swelling of her hip.
Twisting, and aided by the slipperiness of the soap covering her body, Peggy turned in her husband's arms to look at his handsomely bearded face.
"Urn ... someday," she panted," but right now I'm more concerned ... about today ... this minute ... damn you, Steve ... for sneaking up on me ... getting me all hot to trot ... in the middle of my shower!" She said all of this without malice as she lifted her face full into the water and smiled broadly. She rinsed the soap off her face and then looked open-mouthed to her husband, expectantly parting her full moist lips. Their mouths welded together and their tongues jousted and intertwined as they tasted the sweetness of each other's mouths, knowing now that it was going to be right there in the shower, knowing, too, how lucky they were to be both so sexually crazed that they would fuck even with warm water spurting down over their aroused young naked bodies all the while!
Their kiss held long and hard and Steve's hands were smoothing and caressing down her back, rinsed now of slippery lather, and his hungry fingers dug into the soft resiliency of the pliant spongy flesh of her buttocks, ridging it between his fingers and pulling her loins tight against him.
Peggy's eager hand went down slowly between their tightly pressed naked bodies and, as she pulled her hips back, she grasped the massively hardened shaft of her husband's cock and pushed it down between her silken-smooth thighs, capturing it in the soft fleshy trap of her pubic curls. She felt it lying there, hotly pulsing next to her seething, flame-licked cunt, the blood-engorged cock-head nestling clear back against the tight fickle circle of her anal opening. Up near the root of his granite-hard penis, her sensitive clitoris was pressed down tight against the madly throbbing shaft and slowly, tantalizingly, her hips ground against him, every movement sending exquisite sensations of desire-flaming lust slashing through her and through him. For several moments they stood there under the jetting bursts of warmly soothing water, enjoying every passion-filled moment of their provocative love-play.
"Time for you to come clean, lover," Peggy said teasingly, breaking from their tongue-entwining kiss and leaning her naked torso back to look up at him. "C'mon ... turn around ... I'm going to soap you up!"
Reluctantly, Steve turned his back, his cock flipping stiffly out from the grips of her fleshy thighs, as she reached for the bar of sweet-smelling soap. With wide circular motions she lathered his broad back, going down over his sinewy buttocks and sturdy, hairy masculine legs. Lovingly, she washed him with her hands, murmuring incoherent words of love and pleasure, enjoying the solid feel of his lithe, trim but solid young body and watching the supple play of his muscles just under his tanned skin.
God, this man has one hellava fine body! And when he uses all his strength to drive that delicious cock deep inside of me.--. . God, it's the best, just the very BEST! I've had others ... and I've enjoyed them all ... but there's no one like him ... no one like Steve!
"OK, now you can turn around lover," she whispered hotly into his ear.
"Only if ... I can trust you!"
"Can you trust me? Of course not! Now, do as I say and turn around!" Peggy laughed.
Steve obeyed, turning around to face his beautiful, delectable young wife. Busily, she soaped his hairy chest, then began working her way down over his masculine stomach. "Why did Ellen want a dog?" he asked, watching her hands slipping down over his naked body.
"She didn't." his wife replied, "Tom did. Wanted to have some protection for her while he's away."
"Yeah, that little broad needs protection alright! Especially from me" Steve laughed. "What wouldn't I give to get my cock up inside her hot little panties!"
"Never mind that now," Peggy cooed, gripping his throbbing hard shaft and moving her hand rapidly up and down its enormously bloated length three or four times.
"Ah!" Steve cried in mock disbelief, "I was right not to trust you! What is ... this world coming to ... when a man ... can't even trust ... ummmmm ... his own wife!"
"You should know better than to ever trust a smiling woman, my darling, especially when that woman is your wife!"
"Ummmmm ... I know ... a twenty-seven year old ... sex fiend ... is what I'm ... ummmmm ... married to! And a ... beautiful one at that! No! Don't stop!"
Peggy now stood under the shower, laughing, to rinse herself off. Steve stood back to watch and admire her supple, voluptuous body as she turned this way and that under the constant stream of water, purposely throwing her hips out from side to side in a most provocative seductive manner!
Steve loved her, no doubt about that. She was some fine woman, in bed or out of bed, one who knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it! And that body! A body made for fucking and she took every advantage of that peculiar characteristic! Still, he'd had his eye on Ellen Johnson ever since he and Peggy had moved into that house. She was beautiful with the ripely mature, sensuously curved kind of body that Steve always preferred, full-breasted and full-hipped and seductively attractive. Yes, Ellen was one of those women who constantly drew men like flies-and without even trying, without even being quite sure why it was that she seemed to be such a powerful magnet to the opposite sex! He and Peggy had made only one social overture to the couple next door, and although Ellen seemed willing enough, Tom was just on his way out of town-for a change-and declined their offer.
In the back of his mind. Steve had hoped to convince Ellen and Tom Johnson to try a little ... sexual experimentation ... they four could be the nucleus of quite a nice swinging little group....
"A penny for your thoughts, lover," Peggy cooed, as her hands helped the water to rinse the soap from his body.
"I was just thinking ... how much I love you ... and how much I want to get inside Ellen Johnson's hot little panties!"
"Why, you old lecher," Peggy screamed, smacking him hard across the buttocks.
"Hold on, now," he declared, catching her hand in his. "I'm not being entirely selfish. It's like we talked about before: I get Ellen and you get Tom. You said he was a very well-built guy, you know. You did say that!"
"Yes ... I certainly did ... but he's out of town so damned often..., " Peggy panted, feeling Steve's expert hands roaming over her body again, reveling in the silky smoothness of her wet skin. He savored the lusciousness of her womanly curves, the sensuous hills and valleys of her wonderfully alive and vibrantly desirous young body and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back under the shower with him.
"Well, sooner or later we'll have to get them over here," Steve offered as he cupped and kneaded the full, nakedly smooth buttocks cheeks of her ass in either hand.
"Ummmm ... but right now, let's get on with what we're doing, OK, lover?" she suggested, tangling her fingers in his dark moderately long hair. "I'm so far gone ... I'm going to start ... climbing these walls ... if you don't hurry up ... and get your cock ... inside of me, damn it!"
"You asked for it-remember that when it's all over," Steve said, dropping to the tiled floor of the shower on his knees before her, his arms circling the whiteness of her tapering fleshy thighs.
And did Peggy ever want it! Without a moment's hesitation, she spread her legs to stand straddled-legged, shoving her pelvis forward spreading her legs even wider in salacious anticipation of what was to come. Her hands now touched the wall of the shower and she leaned her shoulders back against it with her arms flat against the wall. She moaned as she looked down to see her husband's face coming closer and closer to the wetly dripping treasure nestled enticingly between her lewdly splaying thighs.
"Ummmm, oh yes, oh yes. Steve! Lick my cunt!
Lick my cunt first, oh my precious darling!"
Sinuously, Steve's tongue lashed out and pressured down through the wetness of her dark pubic mound to tantalize her erectly quivering clitoris. He thrust and thrashed his tongue back and forth several times, licking the tiny erect bud to even greater heights of impassioned arousal, and he heard his wife's breathing become ragged and uncontrolled as the mewling, moaning sounds escaped from her throat.
After a tormenting moment or two, Steve withdrew his spearing tongue from her heated cuntal furrow and suggested in a low, almost hushed voice, "We could go ... out by the pool ... and do it there ... when we're finished here!"
"Ummmmm," his wife replied as her hips undulated towards him pleadingly. Again, Steve's tongue snaked out from between his moist lips and teased around the feverish bud of her clitoris. Deliciously, the sensations arched there in her loins as her husband's eagerly hungry tongue licked at her with a regular rhythm, "which she soon matched, as her loins gyrated wildly up to his erotically working mouth.
Then, he stopped again. He knew he was tormenting her ... but he also new she enjoyed a little torture now and again!
"What do you ... say ... hun? ... out by the pool ... we could even invite Ellen over...."
"Never mind about Ellen," his wife snapped. "You're driving me crazy right now! Damn you, don't stop again! Please!"
With a moan of his own, Steve pressed his lustfully moistened mouth against his wife's hungrily pulsing cunt, his tongue warmly and smoothly sliding easily up and down the short length of her full erect and aroused clitoris. Then, crouching lower, he forced his greedy mouth further back, until at last he was able to thrust his wickedly probing tongue deep into the liquid, soft-walled warmth of her thin, vertical vaginal opening. Running his tongue in tiny enticingly tantalizing circles just inside the hotly clenching mouth of it, he savored the sweet womanly aroma of her lust-lubricated woman hood as the viscid moisture of her passion seeped warmly from the walls of her cunt around his lashing, searching tongue.
Damn! What a woman! What an incredible woman! God, she just can't get enough of my tongue in her cunt today!
"Oh God! Oh, Steve! I'm going to ... cum any minute ... if you keep that up!" she cried in tormented pleasure.
"So what?" he teased.
"So fuck me, damn you! I'm ... so ... ready!"
But Steve wouldn't stop yet, wanting to get in a few last tantalizing licks. Pressuring up back towards her passion-quaking clitoris, he made his tongue dance provocatively in and out of his mouth, rapidly up and down the short, trembling length of it.
"Ooooooooh! Steve! God, I ... can't stand ... any more ... oh, Steve! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" she wailed, using her arms to regain her balance from her leaning position against the tiled wall of the shower enclosure.
Steve loved to tease his wife, but he knew that now the time for tantalizing her was over. Hearing her moaning plea, feeling the movement of her naked body, he released his grip on her thighs and stood back up on his feet. His cock jerked out stiffly before him, jerking with the intensity of his highly aroused excitement.
"I see that ... you're ready too. lover," Peggy crooned.
"Indeed I am. Now, my sweet-cunted wife, turn around so I can fuck you from behind!" Steve said commandingly.
"Oh yes, yes my lover, fuck me from behind! Oh. I do love it so much that way!" his wife cried out eagerly in response turning around and leaning over at the waist.
Smoothly, Steve Martin moved in behind his voluptuously bending wife's naked body as the full naked moons of her titillating buttocks wagged seductively at him. The full force of the shower water bounced off of the white smooth globes and as he reached out to grasp her hips, Peggy's small hand reached back between her tremendous white thighs to grip the wildly lurching shaft of his cock. With practice expertise, she parted the wetly clinging curls of her pubic hair with the lust-bloated tip and guided its throbbing massiveness to the hotly quivering mouth of her expectantly waiting cuntal passage.
"Oh yes, lover, NOW! Shove it up into my cunt! All the way in, all the way!" she gasped in tormented, excruciating, agonized pleasure.
Flexing his pelvis, driving it with all the considerable strength of his young body, Steve rammed his thick, pulsing length deep into his nakedly spreading wife's receptively warm cunt, feeling it cleave her pussy walls wide, as the bulbous head of his heavily throbbing cock soared far up into her copiously moistened vagina. With a soul-satisfying slap, his pelvis smashed into the smooth fleshy crease of her buttocks. Steve looked down over the naked body of his wife saturated now with the cascading shower water, and he saw her looking back at him with passion and unadulterated lust glazing her eyes. She was gasping for breath, her mouth hanging wide open.
"Aaaaaaaah! Yes, like that, lover! Oh just like that! Oh what a beautiful ... fucking cock ... you've got, Steve!" Her hips ground back at him urgently. "What are we ... waiting for? Let's fuck!"
Steve didn't really need instructions from his wife! Already he was withdrawing, until only the lust-inflated head of his penis remained in the vestibule of her cuntal passage. With a wild lurching of his hips he fucked up into her with all his might.
With an animal-like frenzy and energy, he fucked her again and again, holding her hips in his strong-fingered grip, as he plunged in and out of her wetly steaming cunt which clasped tightly to his invading length, fucking into her over and over again as if she were an animal-bitch in heat!
Peggy, bending over, her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks lashing and grinding back at him with wild enthusiasm, countering his every forward lunge, reached out to the wall to hold herself in that erotically pleasurable position. She was only a little fearful that he might drive her head first into the shower wall!
God, what a man! What a cock! What a madly plunging, wildly hot, big beautiful cock that man has got-and boy, does he ever know how to use it! Christ ... I just can't get enough of that cock inside my cunt! Ooooooooh!
Exquisitely exotic and erotic sensations flooded through her nakedly grinding body as he husband pounded his rock-hard rod of turgid hardened cock flesh deep up into her passion-trembling pussy! She spiraled upwards on speeding circuits of ecstatic rapture, knowing that soon ... soon ... soon her ultimate and sublime release would crash through her inflamed hungry body!
"Yes, Steve, fuck me! Fuck me ... harder ... deeper ... harder and deeper, damn you ... kill me ... rip me apart," the ecstatically tormented young wife screamed as, uncontrollably, her hips thrust back at his deeply plundering cock, aware of every throbbing ridge of the fleshy hot organ ... its violent nudging of her womb's neck with every urgent fuck upward, and she could feel her cunt's eagerly gripping walls milking him with wetly clasping wildness, that she knew would suck out his balls within a matter of seconds.
Suddenly, convulsive waves of orgasmic release shuttered through her nakedly striving young body, and as the warm water of the shower jetted down over her voluptuous nakedness, she was transported from mere bliss to unfettered, sublime ecstasy as wave after wave of erogenous spasming joy crashed through her loins and swept through the rest of her wildly writhing body.
"Ooooooooh! I'm cuuuuming!" she gasped, her knees trembling weakly, almost unable to bear her weight any longer, as the spasming of her mind-blinding orgasm began to subside. She moaned out like a well-satisfied kitten purring its sublime contentment.
Standing behind her, Steve held her close still, keeping her from pitching forward, as with a new savage urgency he drove his lust-impaling prick deep into her trembling white belly. He felt it all spill loose, felt it all churning ecstatically out from his balls like a dam bursting, as his hot sperm shot through the passion-hardened shaft of his penis to splash white and viscid deep up into the feverishly drinking depths of her vaginal cavern. He groaned aloud with the first scorching spurt, his head swimming dizzily with the ecstatic and unparalleled joy of final and ultimate release.
"Aaaooough!"
Then, as he too was overcome with the mind-wrenching intensity of his orgasm, he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife's still panting, naked body and leaned back against the shower wall to support them both. God, what a woman, what a wife!
CHAPTER THREE
Nemo sighed as he lay down under the cool shade of a large beach umbrella. It was a hot summer day, hotter then he really preferred, but the patio under the tree was pleasantly cool against his body as he made himself comfortable there. It was a good spot, he decided, because he could see both the back door of the house as well as the yard gate so that if any intruder came to hurt his mistress, he could race up and attack within seconds to protect her from any assault.
The shepherd looked appreciatively at his new mistress, his animal thoughts going back to the home of his previous mistress where he had lived for much of his short life. His other mistress, too had gleaming dark brown hair like this one and was about the same age. And, in other ways, she was like this new human. Both were young, vibrant, loving, always saying soft human words that sounded so pleasantly melodic to his ears. Yes, both this mistress and his last one obviously loved him and he loved them too, with that special kind of unshakable devotion that was known only to animals.
Nemo was glad of one thing. The human this new mistress called her husband was apparently gone now. Oh, he had been a pleasant enough human, but not nearly so affectionate and sweet-smelling as his human mistress. His last mistress had also sometimes lived with a man she called her husband, but he had been mean and had treated Nemo more like an inanimate piece of furniture than the devoted companion that he was. Of course, Nemo realized that all humans were different in one respect or another from each other and that this husband seemed much more kind and understanding than the last ... but still, the large dark shepherd preferred those moments when he and his mistress could be alone together.
His animal memory floated back to his last mistress once again, the way her long dark hair had caught the sunshine and how it shimmered down her bare back; the way her enormous human breasts had danced and wagged as she ran completely naked or dove into the clear mountain lake near their house; the way they played their special little game together when the human husband was away. Nemo wasn't sure, still, why they had never played such an enjoyable game when the husband was at home, but they never did.
Yes, he had always preferred those times when they were alone together, when his mistress' human companion was away because it was those times when they could play their special game the one she had taught him herself, and it was at those times, too, that he felt the strongest devotion to her, the strongest bond of affection between them. The joy and happiness of those times was unparalled for Nemo especially because they had to share their joy with nobody else.
And so now the handsomely muscular young dog was happy to be alone with his new mistress. Yes, she was as beautiful as his other mistress had been with her long silky brown hair flowing in the same way down her back, gleaming in the warm summer sunlight. But, for some strange reason that the animal could not comprehend, instead of exposing herself completely to the sun's warm light, this mistress covered up her buoyant, smooth-skinned breasts to shield them from the sun, although it was such a skimpy shield that it didn't really protect her very well! And then, too, she also wore some skimpy clothing around her loins, and he wondered if she did that to try to cover up her distinctly human female scent. Of course, nothing that flimsy could possibly hide that aromatic smell. . .
He watched with curiosity and affection as his mistress clambered off of the long chair on which she had been reclining, her long tapering legs carrying her towards the large pool of shining blue water with easy, graceful movements. And then, she disappeared beneath the water!
Nemo jumped up immediately and ran across to the small blue-watered pool. He stood there, poised for action, his nose sniffing madly, his eyes straining to catch some glimpse of her beneath the water! Yes, there she was, moving along as if in slow-motion beneath the shimmering blue surface of the water as if she were trying to be a fish! He had seen his former mistress step into the water and move along in it, but she had never totally submerged herself! Every muscle stood taut against his dark-furred animal skin as his ears arched straight up into the air and his nose again sniffed madly for some scent of his female human mistress. What was happening to her? How could he save her? Every instinct told him to prepare for action . . but not specifically what to do!
Finally, the great dog saw his mistress' dark head emerge from the pool of blue water ... and then she moved along on the surface just as his previous mistress had done. Still, the shepherd remained on his guard, just in case she submerged again, just in case he lost her distinctive scent once again. Now his long pink tongue dropped out of his mouth and he began to pant as he watched her gracefully move along on the glimmering surface of the blue water from one end of the pool to the other, and back again. He watched her long naked arms glistening with moisture as they came up and out of the water, then sunk down into it again ... as her bikini-clad buttocks emerged and wiggled provocatively as she stroked through the water ... yes, she was a beautiful sight and Nemo could feel the old animal instincts stirring in his loins as he caught her sweet scent once again.
At last his beautiful, dark-haired mistress hoisted herself out of the water and sat, dripping with water, her hair clinging wetly to her head and shoulders, by the edge of the swimming pool. Nemo dashed around to where she sat and immediately his long warm rough skinned tongue slithered out of his mouth and began to lick at the droplets of water clinging to her skin. The fragrant, womanly scent of her invaded his nostrils as his tongue worked over her satin-smooth skin, along her naked arms and across her nearly naked back, voraciously licking away the moisture that lay so provocatively on her flesh.
Ellen laughed. "Why, Nemo, what's the matter, old boy? You seem awfully glad to see me! Oh yes, you big beautiful beast I know you are happy now! And I'm so glad!"
Nemo continued to lick at her alabaster flesh as Ellen stroked his big head affectionately and again Nemo began to feel that irrepressible animal keenness begin to stir in his loins. It had been at moments like this that he and his former mistress had played their special game and he wanted to play that game now more than he wanted anything else in the world.
The young wife stroked his head absently as her thoughts drifted to her husband. For it was just then that she heard Steve's car pull into the driveway next door and she could just picture his face, glowing with happiness and smiling broadly, as he greeted his loving wife. It was at moments like this that Ellen especially felt lonely, felt the absence of her husband, Tom. Being alone for weeks on end was not exactly her idea of a marriage, although she had known Tom was a salesman when she married him and she knew that his career was important to him.
Stop that! Stop thinking like this, right now! But the "enticingly curvaceous young wife couldn't help herself. It would be hard on any woman to go so long without ... well, without her husband, without the special love and companionship that only a man could provide for a sexually alive young woman! Of course, it wasn't Only the sex, she told herself, it was also the intimate companionship and friendship that existed between a husband and wife that she missed. It was the daily conversation ... telling him your troubles ... telling him about all the good things, though perhaps trivial, that had happened during the course of a day ... it was going to the movies and going out to dinner ... it was going for a picnic on a Sunday afternoon and finding a secluded spot in the park to make love in the open air. . :
Damn it, stop thinking like this! You're only going to make yourself more frustrated than you already are!
And sometimes ... just sometimes ... the voluptuous young wife wondered what her husband did while he was out of town ... at night ... did he go into strange bars and then go home with strange ladies of the night ... did he go out with other salesmen looking for an evening of love with unsuspecting young girls? She had heard enough stories about traveling salesmen, and enough crude jokes to know that these kind of affairs did happen ... but Tom? Would Tom ever do such a thing to his faithful, devoted young wife?
"Come on, Nemo," she whispered softly, as if he could clearly understand her every word. "You'll just have to be my companion while Tom is away. You'll just have to be the one I tell my troubles to and you'll comfort me, won't you, big boy? My big handsome brute!"
Nemo responded to his lovely mistress' soft words by licking even more voraciously at the softness of her supple human flesh with his rough-skinned tongue and he heard her laugh again and felt her strong womanly hands stroking over his soft furred skin, across his muscular shoulders and down along his long back. Suddenly she was hugging him and he wondered if that was a clue, if that was her signal to him that she wanted to play that special game his former mistress had taught him...
But apparently not. For a few minutes later, Ellen stood up, wrapped a large bath towel around her still moist young body and clapped vigorously. "Come along, Nemo," she called. "I think it's time to go inside. You look terribly hot and dusty, old boy. Perhaps I'll give you a bath. Come on ... come on ... that's a good boy!"
Ellen looked down at her faithful companion as he followed her into the house. She looked directly into those large, sensitive eyes and she could just feel herself melt from the open and warmly affectionate gaze she saw there. His patient love for her made her feel warm and wanted and she realized that she was becoming quickly as fond of him as he was of her. He seemed like a friendly spirit, almost a saint, trapped in the hairy muscular flesh of an animal, like something more than merely human and kind and good and devoted living within animal flesh...
Once inside the bedroom of her small suburban home, Ellen began to wonder exactly how she was going to go about giving this monstrous dog a bath! She realized soon enough that she would have to get into the bath with him because if he wouldn't come voluntarily into the swimming pool, then chances were that he wouldn't jump voluntarily into the bath tub either! Yes, that's what she'd have to do, strip down naked herself and clamber right into the bath with him...
The beautifully-built young wife took an extra large bath towel from the linen closet, then went back into her bedroom where she arched her long tapering back and reached around to unclasp her brief bikini bra. Free at last, her voluptuous succulent breasts surged forward to stand proudly out like twin ripe melons from her chest. Then, stooping over, she stepped out of her skimpy bikini bottoms to reveal the tantalizing grove of her soft pubic triangle, still glistening with moisture and exuding that unmistakable woman scent which
Nemo sniffed immediately. All the while Nemo kept his eyes locked on his sensually alluring new mistress ... for it had been at moments like this, alone and naked, that his former mistress had always wanted to play that special game with her special animal companion.
Ellen watched her new pet as he kept his gaze lovingly fastened on her and suddenly she felt very close to him. She leaned down, her breasts swaying provocatively, and hugged him tenderly around his furry neck and he seemed to understand because he slid his tongue out of his long mouth and licked her wetly on the cheek and his tiny tail-stub began to wag frantically. Soon his whole sinewy body quivered and he licked at her softly fragrant flesh even more voraciously!
"okay, big fellow, I guess you've convinced me that we're really going to be good friends!" the young wife laughed cheerfully. "But you can't get out of having your bath, even for a thousand lovely kisses!"
Nemo felt his pulse quicken as he remembered all those wonderful hours he and his former mistress had spent playing their own private special game ... and he felt instinctively that soon he would be playing again with this new sweet-smelling human female
Ellen swiveled away from her handsome animal companion and stepped into the bathroom, beckoning him to follow. Obediently, Nemo lumbered into the small room with the long window cracked open at the end, wondering what wonderful treat was in store for him. He saw his dark-haired young mistress leaning over the bath tub in her enticing nakedness, her breasts dangling provocatively beneath her, as she opened the faucets and adjusted the water to the proper temperature. God, it's been so long since I've given a dog a bath! And Willie was so much smaller that Nemo! Ah, but Nemo is such a handsome, loveable beast! Such a faithful companion and protector! And we're going to have good times together from now on!
Ellen refused to admit to herself at that moment that lurid unnatural thoughts of prurient excitement were racing through her brain, inspired by this handsomely affectionate animal. No, such thoughts were entirely foreign to her conscious mind ... and yet deep below the surface...
The sensuously naked young wife climbed over into the tub where aromatic foam was rapidly rising from the bubble-bath liquid she had added to the water as it poured down from the tap.
"Come on, darling dog! Come on ... in here ... that's right ... come on ... oh yes, there's no getting out of your bath," she exclaimed as his dog ears flopped and flattened against his head as he stared across the bathroom at her. "Come on, lover, come on ... don't be frightened ... it's not going to hurt ... come in ... that's it!"
Ellen couldn't help but laugh and splash like a child with a new toy as she watched her new pet reluctantly inch forward, his beautiful ears still flat against his head, his mouth cracked open slightly, his tail-stub down and still. Yet he knew that his fate was inescapable and slowly, inch by torturing inch, he stepped forward to meet it. Ellen giggled, seeing such an allegedly ferocious animal, seeing the same animal who had almost attacked her neighbor, now frightened like a child waking from a bad dream! She giggled and threw the fragrant bath-suds in her face to show him how harmless they were.
"It's no use, big boy. You know you can't get away! Why, a big, brave fellow like you-scared of a little bath? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Nemo!" Ellen teased as he crept still cautiously forward.
Soon, of course, he had edged close enough for the young wife to grasp his forepaw and eventually she had drawn the reluctant dog into the tub, but always with cooing, crooning tones which seemed to alleviate his fright ... until at last his massive, muscular body stood solidly in the bath and Ellen could joyfully move around him, soaping him with great billows of sweet-smelling suds and whispering in his ear and giving him little wet kisses on his head and nose. On her knees, and then with her long slender legs stretched out widespread with him in between, she washed and soothed him, his grand, glowing dark eyes never leaving hers for a minute, never losing their warmth and affection for her.
Then, taking the soap bar, Ellen scrubbed vigorously at his dark-furred skin, soaping along his muscularly powerful shoulders, down his strong animal legs, under his broad chest and over his young back. Hugging him as she washed and whispering consoling words and sounds into his ear, she continued her task, soaping now down the full length of his back and over his back haunches and down his legs. Turning the shower on and holding him tight so that he wouldn't be frightened, she rinsed the soap from his virile young body and then began to lather it all over again.
She had reached his back haunches this time when her hands slipped underneath and began to soap and circle around his belly ... it was then, suddenly, that she realized she had reached his huge animal genitals!
And it was the warm feel of those genitals in her hand that made the young wife realize how much she missed her husband, how much she missed his cock, lust-bloated and surging with blood, as she stroked it back and forth expertly in her hands! And now Nemo ... now she was stroking his masculine erogoneous zone as he stood unmoving as she did it! Her hand filled with slippery suds, she moved it back and forth over the unhidden length of his sheathed animal penis and huge, pendulous testicles ... except, as she continued her gentle soapy massage, something happened right before her eyes! The tip of his long, scarlet animal cock began to slowly, tantalizingly emerge from its concealing protection, more and more as she methodically sudsed it with slow, rhythmic motions, her breath suddenly catching in her throat with a gasp as she watched the exciting event! My God! it was enormous! And so hard, so incredibly hard in her small little hand!
Nemo whimpered then and Ellen suddenly realized that she was teasing him, goading him and he had no outlet, no place to go, no way to relieve his suffering. Yes, it was cruel ... the erotically tantalizing motions of her hands were driving him crazy ... but the feel of that cock in her hands, so long and thick and beginning to throb already, sent shivers of chilling vibrations through her naked body ... and after all, he was only an animal, and her own pet at that!
"Damn you, Tom!" the young wife hissed. "Damn you for leaving me alone so often! It's your fault, not mine, all your fault!" she continued, the hot, hard feel of Nemo's long, thick-fleshed cock firing her loins and creating a new and vibrant sensation of lustful longing, passion-inspired yearning for fulfillment.
God, get hold of yourself, Ellen! This is absurd!
Quickly, the young wife rinsed the soapy lather from her enormous animal's patiently unmoving body and climbed from the tub with him following close behind her. Not bothering with her own wet body, Ellen took that big bath towel she had gotten from the linen closet and began to dry him before he broke into a typical animal shaking spasm and soaked the entire bathroom!
"There, big boy. all clean now," she said, smiling and trying to recapture that peaceful, private mood of moments before as she knelt nakedly there, moving around his enormous bulk as she dried him with the towel, her whitely glistening breasts and buttocks rippling provocatively from the exertion.
She had reached the front of him now, their noses almost touching as she toweled his massive front chest, when it happened. Catching his mistress completely unawares, Nemo's warm moist tongue quickly darted out of his long jaws to brush hotly against Ellen's cheek! Reflexively, the young wife pulled back, surprised but of course not offended since Nemo was her own loving companion. And besides, the loving wet slurp sent a new erotic sensation shuttering through her naked body! For a long, silent moment Ellen stared deeply into his limpid black eyes, once more taking his big black head between her small hands. He had kissed her! There was no question about it, no question about his tender loving affection for her, no mistaking the now fervent glimmer in his eyes that gave him away!
Slowly, the voluptuously naked young woman . leaned forward, holding his long face tenderly, then, nearly breathless, she parted her lushly moistened full lips with her tiny human pink tongue. . . ! Eagerly, his longer one plunged forward and touched the tip of it with a fiery, smoldering caress!
Ellen! Stop this nonsense right now! This is an animal, not your husband!
Nevertheless, the young brunette didn't stop. Her mind reeled as she thought of her handsome young husband and how they had made love together only a few nights ago ... how his eagerly probing tongue had searched warmly through the soft-walled recesses of her mouth ... how his thick hard cock had fucked as virilely up into the very depths of her hotly quivering belly..."Oh, Tom, oh Tom, how I need your cock " the young woman moaned as her tongue first made flame-licked contact with the wetly warm tongue of her animal companion!
For a moment, Ellen couldn't move after those first flames touched her protruding tongue. Nemo was a mere animal ... and yet ... only Tom before had ever kissed her so passionately on the lips or licked at her excited little tongue the way Nemo had. Again, he did it, until suddenly she realized that there she was, exchanging feverish, tonguing caresses with him, and then he whimpered, the almost pleading sexuality of his tone racing through her like wildfire. For a long moment, the young woman wasn't certain that she could hold onto her now fragile sanity! She had never known more wildly provocative sensations of desire, except with her dear husband, than those which were now raging up between her trembling legs, upwards into the warm tremulous depths of her fire-filled belly!
Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to the young brunette, as if they came from another person, as she crawled on the soft thickness of the fucked bathroom rug and rolled over nakedly on it. She lay there, lewdly on her back with quivering thighs spread partially open, her fingertips racing like hot, searing flames up over the satin-smoothness of her quaking belly to the sensuously swollen mounds of her desire-filled breasts. There they found the tiny pink-plumed nipples which had already raised into little marbles of hardness and teasingly fondled them, while her hotly glowing eyes searched the face of the massive animal companion moving towards her!
Oh, Tom! God, why do you have to leave me alone all thy time? Oh, Tom, I can't stand it! Oh, I want you to fuck me so badly!
Nemo felt the throbbing quiver of his loins and felt, too, that old familiar yearing that he had felt so often with his former dark-haired mistress. Yes, it was that same torrid craving he saw now in his new mistress' hotly smoldering eyes blaring out at him! His heart pounded in his broad virile chest at the sight of her nakedly curving hips, at the voluptuous hills and valleys of her naked body before him and he paused for a moment, awaiting her signal and staring down hungrily over her wetly glistening form.
Ellen's breathing came more and more unevenly as she watched the great animal's intently studying eyes traveling up her form, surveying her obscenely spreading thighs.
Ellen! It's not too late! God, you can stop yourself now! This isn't Tom but an animal, your new pet dog! Get hold of yourself!
But then, with what seemed an abrupt suddenness. Nemo was there beside her and above her, lowering his head to lick out with his hot, wet. rough-skinned tongue over the smooth flesh of her softly quivering belly!
Oh, God! ! Oh, Tom, please! Your licking me like that ... I can't stand it! I need it, I want it, I love it! But it's not you, is it? Oh, God, Tom!
* * *
Steve Martin stood under the cascading warm water of the shower and felt the soothing warmth of the moisture massaging his fevered skin like a cool spring rain. His skin tingled all over as he washed his love-wracked body once again, even though Peggy had just washed it for him before their lovemaking episode just a short while ago.
God, she's some woman! I can't get over it! Sometimes I even surprise myself, too! At the rate I'm going, my heart and my cock will give out by the time I reach forty-five-but what a way to go! Fucked to death by your own wife!
Steve stepped out of the shower and wrapped a small bath towel around his slender waist after toweling himself somewhat dry. When he emerged into the bedroom his hairy chest still glistening with moisture, his strong young legs beneath the tighty wrapped towel pressing against it, Peggy had already dressed in a low-cut short summer dress and was just slipping on her shoes. He smiled appreciatively when he realized that she had on neither bra nor panties beneath the slim-fitting cotten dress. Christ, she's already ready for more!
"Say. babe, how about a nice martini to get us started for the evening?" he said jovially, studying his wife's full-blown breasts straining against her dress, threatening to spill out over the low-plunging neckline.
"Urn, that's a good idea," she responded, walking out into the living room and pausing at the doorway to blow him a seductive kiss.
Steve thought once again with regret of the swinging group of friends they had left behind in New York ... if only they could find some like-minded couples down here in Ft. Lauderdale! Surely, there must be many! Of course, perhaps not in this particular area ... most of the people in this neighborhood seemed ... well, rather staid ... except, of course, his lusciously provocative next-door neighbor! It would be good for Peggy and good for him if only they could find some swingers...
"Steve, we seem to be out of gin. I'll run next door and see if I can borrow some from Ellen," his wife said, interrupting his revery, standing in the doorway of the bedroom with one hip thrown seductively forward.
"Hey, I'll go," Steve volunteered, sensing an opportunity to be alone, if only briefly, with Ellen.
"Sure you will," his wife replied cynically, "just like that, dressed in nothing but a towel!"
"Oh," he answered sheepishly, "yeah well ... I could throw some clothes on real quick-"
"Never mind," she interrupted. "I'll go. I want that cock of yours all to myself tonight! You just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll only be a few minutes."
* * *
Ellen was flushed with the feverish excitement of uncontained sexual arousal as she lay on the floor, panting spasmodically. looking up at the beautiful animal hovering above. Again, she felt the gentle nuzzle of his wetly curling tongue and she raised her head to watch the sensuous beast licking upward over the small rounded tummy of her flattened belly! Higher and higher he came ... it was almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing ... until at last he was wetly licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her passion-swelling breast, ever licking upward relentlessly over them to their ruby-crested, tautly distended nipple buds!
"Oh, Nemo! Oh my God! Oh, where is Tom when I need him!" the young brunette moaned shamelessly aloud as he eagerly lapping tongue caresses wetly at the pinkly throbbing tips of her breasts again and again, sending maddening electric charges of a new and foreign animal desire whipping wildly through her nakedly quivering body.
Her lust-clouded mind was blanking now to everything except the lewdly fire-flashing sensations his hotly licking tongue-tip rippling over the nakedly tremulous mounds of her beautiful shimmering breasts was creating within her! She heard him whimper from deep within his animal throat, her impassioned gaze now fixed on his incredibly seductive tongue-caressing over her smoothly shining skin. Then, his warm black eyes raised to meet hers, almost as if he were asking for her approval, their incandescent glow level with her own. She waited, not speaking, afraid to encourage his feverish tonguing, afraid to stop him, only intensely breathing through parted, gasping lips, and now he moved upwards to lick them, too!
Nemo knew now that his new mistress was just as eager to play that special game with him that his former mistress had taught him so patiently. Boiling animal-blood pounded through Nemo's powerful body as once more he tasted the delicate essence of the naked woman's heat on her lips and fire-tipped tongue. Yes, she was very much like his former mistress, with only subtle individual differences. And now, with his own tongue, he whiningly flicked back at the tiny, pink lingual member darting at him from her open mouth, licking and tasting its wet human sweetness while faint mewling sounds issued from between her lushly parted lips. He saw that her eyes had closed as she lay there nakedly beneath him, impassionedly returning caress for caress, and once again he knew those broiling animal passions that had so often been roused into vibrant life by his former golden-tressed mistress! That same familiar pleasurable pain throbbed in the weight of his heavy, now sperm-filling testicles and he whimpered as he slowly backed away from her ... she hadn't commanded him yet, hadn't given him the signal ... he mustn't go on until...
Abruptly, his animal hot kisses stopped and Ellen opened her eyes to see him moving down between her wide-spread legs! Her own excited breathing quickened as she lewdly spread her luscious thighs even further apart in open surrender and welcome to her brutal beast! Lifting her head her brain swimming madly, the nakedly inflamed young wife watched him poise his large head above the nakedly quivering fullness of her thighs, his nose provocatively pointed at her trembling naked vaginal slit nestled between them...
Oh Tom, how I love you to lick my pussy! How it thrills me to feel the hot wetness of your tongue caressing me there! Oh, but Nemo, will you really ... can you ... will you please lick me there, too?
She heard her own guttural little whine then when he slowly lowered his long animal face, his hot breath taunting the forest of her pubic triangle curling tantalizingly before his eyes! Then, his cool, wet nose brushed against the hot white flesh of her softly smooth inner thighs ... and finally, against the thin hair-lined lips of her eagerly waiting cuntal crevice!
"Oh yes, Nemo, yes, lick me there you big beautiful beast!"
Ellen hardly knew what she was saying. All she recognized were the fiercely compelling passions swirling madly through her nakedly tremulous body, passions which had to be satisfied now no matter what!
She heard the dog whimper then as he sniffed and she waited in frantically growing excitement for him to flick out his hot wet tongue...
"Ooh, Ooh, that's a good boy! D-don't be afraid, Nemo!" Ellen cooed huskily at him, pulling her legs wantonly up and back so the whole of her naked loins were upturned to him and wildly trying to persuade the now reluctant animal to go further. "G-go on. lover. You know what to do! You must know what to do! I want you to lick me there ... there in my cunt ... yes, go ahead, big boy," she crooned, finally taking his massive head in her hands and guiding it gently towards her lust-inflamed cuntal cavern.
That was the signal Nemo had been waiting for. I heard her sudden gasp when his own wet nose grazed wetly against the tiny puckered ring of her upturned anus and he knew now that although her signal was different from that of his former mistress', nevertheless she had commanded him to play his special game with her! Full-blooded animal passions raged through his loins in anticipation of the pleasure which he knew was to come for them both now.
"Oh, God! Tom, I'm sorry but I ... oh, I need him! Oh, Nemo!" she blurted the moment his wetly probing tongue snaked up between her luridly exposed buttocks to workingly lick up and down the smooth, white fleshed valley surrounding her snug anal little opening, the hot tip exploring burrowing up into its tightly clasped little lips!
"Oh God! Oooooooh! Nemo!" Her gasping moans increased, her shamelessly ignited naked body slipping deeper and deeper into the licentious feelings of debauchery that mesmerized her mind. Again and again his busy burning tongue licked hungrily through her wide-split vaginal and anal crevice, greedily blotting up and sucking in all her free-flowing passion juices. At its peak, the voraciously licking tongue hesitated invariably, and then flicked hotly into the churning liquid-drenched flesh to instinctively tease at the palpitating little tit of her tiny erect clitoris, fanning the hotly growing flames inside her like wind through a wildfire!
On and on and on it went, relentlessly, with Ellen losing all relation to time and space her first orgasm sweeping over her like a tornado, the explosion bursting deep in the intricate flaming depths of her screaming, scorched loins and belly in an unparalleled fierceness to overwhelm her at last with the velvety waves of tingling, mind-blinding joy she felt to the very tips of her fingers, toes and nipples! And the heated flow of her overpowering orgasmic release only seemed to spur her whimpering animal-lover on as his excitedly licking, laving tongue sluiced like a firebrand wildly through her wetly splayed cuntal flesh until she was delirious with passionate joy beneath him.
"Oh! Oh! OH! Oooooooooaaaaaaaawwwwwwwoooooo!" the young wife groaned over and over again, wailing as he lunged the long, thick measure of his hot animal-tongue with a lust-teasing curl even deeper into the feverishly clutching channel of her flame-licked vaginal passage. "Ooooooooohhhh! Oh my big ... beautiful ... lover ... ooooooaaaaaawwwwww!" she wailed like a crazed animal. "Oh, I love it ... when you lick me ... it's so ... soooooo goooood! No! Don't stop! Oh, please! Please ... don't stop ... not ever!" she exclaimed in her unquenchable, nakedly revealed hunger. She thrillingly watched her soft sensuous curves ripple and squirm beneath his unbelievably, lust-fevered tongue-lashing cunt-licking, suddenly wishing she had her husband's massively thick cock fucking brutally into her now hotly clamoring cuntal hole at the same time!
"Oh, Tom! Oh, I love you ... and want you ... to fuck me ... fuck me good ... fuck me hard ... oh. Topi!" she cried, imaging that his lust-bloated cock was at that very minute sending its white scalding cum spewing far up into the deepest recesses of her wildly milking vaginal mouth, pumping relentlessly with its hot fiery liquid into her craving cunt!
"Ah, yes, Nemo ... lick it ... lick me good ... lick me like a lover ... yes, like that ... way up inside! Oh, yes, yes, YEEEEEEES!" She goaded him obscenely, completely carried away now by her own steaming, unrestrained passion. Now she lifted her feverishly simmering loins and ass-cheeks higher for him, up to the incessance of his hotly licking animal mouth, frantically longing for even deeper, hotter plunging tongue-fucking!
"Ooooooooh! Further ... lick furtherrrrrrr. Nemo!"
Helping, she reached down with trembling hands between her widespread quivering thighs, grasping his large head by the ears to pull his cool wet nose tighter into her wetly palpitating, steamingly seeping cuntal channel. His Firebrand tongue raced up into the warmly seething hole madly, his own animal-whines matching hers as he lashed furiously and relentlessly tongue-fucked into the smooth, soft-walled, passion-tingling cunt with a growing fervor that no man could match...
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuugh! You big beautiful beast! Oh, it's so ... soooooooooo gooooooood. lover! Soooooo wonderrrrrful!" she passionately hissed, head raised and eyes hotly gaping, The lustfully intoxicating sight of her obscene and forbidden act was nearly bending her mind to a point dangerously beyond human reason! Oh, if only Tom were here! If only he wouldn't go away and leave me ... so alone ... so hungry for love ... I'm only human after all!
Nemo felt his loins and flanks throbbing from the liquid female heat of his young mistress' hotly flowing vaginal orifice and he knew that she was pleased. He knew, yes, his unerring instinct told him that now an even stronger fire was burning inside her than when he had first begun to lick up between her temptingly splayed legs, and its intensity made the blood pound hotly and furiously through his animal body. Yes, and he had felt this way many times before, when he had played this same special provocative game with his other mistress and he remembered as he licked pantingly how his other mistress had looked so much like this one, how both had the soft smooth, fragrant flesh and the same heated, pungent female odor generating from the thin, hair-fringed slit up between their legs. Yes, and it was the same fiercely compelling desire that he felt now ... the same familiar burning and churning through his cum-laden balls!
The hot, pinkly glistening flesh of her love-hole in its sweetly flowing wetness was sending through his spearing tongue a new and wild sensation which he had never known before to this demanding extent, not even with his beautiful, smooth-skinned former mistress! He almost felt as if he were doing something ... almost wrong ... and yet it felt so good, this new ferocity was so exciting and wildly wonderful!
Drawing her long, naked legs up and back even further until her knees flattened against the fully rounded voluptuous mounds of her twin ruby-crested globes, Ellen fucked her tongue-inflamed cunt back and fell into a rhythmic tempo beneath the handsome animal's furious tongue licking up into her passion-flared cunt. She rolled her head from side to side, her dark hair lashing at the air in a luridly sensuous cadence still holding his massive head tight between her lewdly upraised thighs. Her brain had become a mirror reflecting her husband's massive, hardened cock thrusting into her hungrily sucking cunt while Nemo continued to lap and lunge provocatively into the blazing moistened petals of her cunt. The madly impassioned young wife now lifted her head again to look down between her lewdly dancing breasts and thighs and to watch ... and it was then that she caught her first sight of it!
The young woman in her lewdly sprawled voluptuousness, sensed her sultry eyes widening in disbelief at the obscenely glistening spectacle of Nemo's thick, scarlet cock emerging bit by bit from its long, hair-covered sheath ... glistening wet and rock-hard, the fiery tapered end slithering and dancing rhythmically beneath as it slid ever so slowly out of its fleshy protective casing. She leaned to one side, gaping at it ... God! Is it possible! Look at that cock!
A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism that she didn't know she possessed raged through Ellen's nakedly, lust-charged quivering body, an obscene, wicked, unholy, almost evil urge which fascinated the sex-starved young wife in its wild, debased and depraved lewdness. His cock ... it's so ... so beautiful! Even Tom's has never looked so tempting to me! Oh God, I must be going out of my mind! Oh, Tom! Yes, Nemo's thickly emerging penis seemed, if only in her fevered imagination, even longer and thicker than her own husband's massive instrument! It was different, of course. Nemo's lovely organ was slightly different in its contour, with it beveled tip, but its very uniqueness made it all that much more appealing to the sexually stimulated young wife!
For a long, emotion-tight moment, Ellen stared at the enormous animal's wetly gleaming hardness, sensing her mouth and throat at first going quite dry, then salivating at the sensually infusing sight of its fleshy thickness! The depravity of her intentions entered her mind briefly but then fled like a leaf on the wind. What concerned her most were the logistics of it ... how was she going to accomplish her wicked deed? How? And, would he let her?'
Relentlessly, the great shepherd licked voraciously at her wildly seething, seeping cunt, his searing, wet tongue slithering again and again over the tiny, erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris! Wicked thrills of unnatural desire burned through Ellen's wretchedly writhing body and determined mind, adding to those in his scorching tongue stroking flames of enraptured passion in her lewdly splayed vagina.
How? How? I Must ... but how?
"Oh my darling Nemo! Oh, my big beautiful beast!" Ellen moaned, trying to raise higher and stroke his big head nuzzled obscenely as it was between up the fleshy smoothness of her creamy thighs and nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. "What a deliriously ... hot ... lover you are," she gasped, seeing his wetly curling tongue splaying through the wetly glistening cuntal flesh between their thin hair-fringed lips! His spearing tongue spread the delectable little lips open until they almost seemed to smile out from between her thighs in their desire-swollen ravishment! Her inner, smooth-walled pussy-flesh sparkled up at her, its surrounding curls damply matted, the entire lewdly exposed scene excitingly there before her eyes, his tongue hungrily feeding the salacious flames that roared and reverberated through her naked body and crashed into her mind! Her naked cherry-capped breasts quivered sensuously in her giddy, abandoned excitement as she continued to squeeze tightly at his massive head with her smooth-fleshed thighs!
"Oh Nemo, my beautiful animal lover! Please ... please lie down ... come on ... good boy . . , . down ... do it for me, big boy ... come on, down..., " she whispered urgently, her throat raspy with passion. "Do it, Nemo! Lie down! Down, boy, down! Yes, I'll leave my pretty pussy where you can lick it! Yes, you'll lick it all you want to, lover! Come on, now, lie down ... good boy ... down ... now, roll over ... good boy!"
Ellen's fevered brain raced in reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself forward, not wanting to frighten or upset what she already had with Nemo ... She raised to her knees as the enormous Shepard, confused, began to back away from the wetly seething inferno between her salaciously open legs. Nemo looked confused, but Ellen didn't hesitate. No, there was no stopping now, no stopping the flames licking madly through her churning cunt! She whispered to the shepherd in gentle, soothing tones, at the same time brushing her hand tenderly, lovingly over his short-furred body, her eyes fixed on the solid length of the long scarlet dog-flesh throbbing out so tantalizing from below his belly!
Nemo watched his new mistress raise up and move towards him, his abrupt disappointment and surprise and perplexity mounting with each unfamiliar move ... still, she continued to coo and croon in soft, loving tones at him and he knew that he could trust her. Once more she gave that command and reluctantly, not sure of himself, he obeyed and lay down.
His unhappy whimpers sounded painfully in Ellen's ears as she saw his enormous, hardened cock withdrawing back into its fur-lined protective sheath. He lay down obediently on the soft rug, stretching out and finally responding when she continued to whisper fervently "Yes, roll over ... roll over, my pet ... good boy ... Ellen will take good care of you ... that's it, darling ... ooooooh! Good boy!" In a mindless, abandoned excitement, Ellen crawled and obscenely positioned herself so that her wetly glistening, nakedly exposed cunt was only inches from his long animal face, and even less than that when she drew her nakedly trembling thighs back! She eased forward, lewdly placing herself so that her passion-flushed face was directly above the opening of his cock-sleeve where the lust-hardened, scarlet animal shaft in all its protective turgidness had so slipperily vanished back up inside.
Frenzied emotions of animal-lust and feverish anticipation swept through the sensuously blinded young wife. The obscene thought alone of the wickedly sinful act she was about to perform with a German shepherd was driving her wild with scandalous, salacious desire! She had never done this with anyone before, except Tom, of course. Never in her whole life had she held another man's cock in her hands much less contemplated taking its fully hardened length in between her hungrily glistening lips! And now, now she was going to perform that very sinful act not with another man but with a dog, with her new German shepherd! It was vile, wicked, ugly, she knew! But she also knew that she couldn't live without it, that she could never survive still another frustrated night without the warmly rigid feeling of a massively thick cock either between the lips of her hungry mouth or the hair-lined lips of her greedy mind-controlling cunt!
Gently, Ellen move her hips toward his big, animal-face wantonly spreading her thighs as she lovingly took his head between them. She lay, breathing heavily on her side, with one leg lifted while she guided his cool wet dog-nose gently toward the pungently fragrant, wet heat of her hungrily throbbing pussy. Immediately, she felt his thick, rough-skinned tongue lash out at the still hotly palpitating crevice between her thighs, slashing through its glistening, passion-flushed pinkness like a liquid flame, and if she'd ever known lascivious, totally abandoned desire it was at that very lust-mesmerized moment! This was good, too good to be true, much too wonderful to be really real-and yet, it was! More pleasurably real and erotically stimulating than anything she had experienced since the first night of her marriage! She lowered her chest to rest on his warm, hard belly, her one hand quickly moving towards his skin-covered but still hard dog-cock.
"Oh, Nemo! Oh, please be kind! Be a good boy for me. Nemo! God, I need your beautifully hardened cock like I've never needed one before!" she wailed in her delirious passion, her breasts quivering and her thighs trembling violently.
Though still somewhat confused by the unfamiliar moves, Nemo was hardly nettled. No, he instinctively knew that his new mistress knew what she wanted and that, in the end. they would both be fulfilled and joyously happy, just as he had been after playing this special, salacious game with his former blonde mistress. His new mistress' pleasurable fondling was a sensuous delight and once again the dog sensed the throbbing of his blood beginning to pound from her fingertips' caressing and from the heated aroma of her warmly seething womanly love hole. He felt her delicately stroking fingers moving over his swollen loins, their gentle touch causing him to responsively tremble and quiver with delighted anticipation. The urge to close his eyes and lay there devotedly licking the hot sweetness of the thin-lipped crevice between the soft voluptuousness of her human thighs carried him away!
Ellen had never reached such carnally salacious heights of excitement ... at least, not that she could remember. Such debauched pleasure had not streamed through her nakedly quivering body since the tempting night of her wedding to Tom Johnson and that was four years ago! She didn't give a damn now about anything as she hungrily clasped hold of his lust-swollen sheltered dog-cock and began to tauntingly manipulate the furry, outer flesh back and forth, feeling its hot thickness within! Oh, if only I can coax it out! I'll die if I can't taste the sweetness of his big, beautiful dog-cock! It has to come back out to me! I have to have it ... now! I need the feel and bittersweet taste of cock in my mouth!
His thick, incessant tongue now laved frantically at her tiny, passion-inflamed clitoris and she knew she was on the verge of cumming again! Ooooooh, God! Give me that cock! The unreal wildness and depravity of her unnatural desires had paralyzed Ellen's mind by now and the thrilling anticipation of her next impending climax crashed like a hurricane through her lust-fevered mind. Oh, you big, beautiful darling! I can't cum without you! With intense feeling, yet with a methodical gentleness, the young wife worked the heavy protective sheath of skin back and forth, his warm head lewdly nestled within the fragrantly seeping territory of her fully spread thighs, unrelenting in its erotic task as his long, searing tongue dashed in and out of the wet, yielding crevice of her hotly steaming cunt. And then, it suddenly reappeared, the redly glistening tip of long, thickened animal-hardness slipping slowly, inch by inch, slowly and tantalizingly forward toward her breathless, tongue moistened lips ... until at last like a flame licking them, it touched like a searing electric shock!
"Ummmmmmmmm," she moaned. With a blinded, mindless craving, Ellen in her lust-incited obsession ovaled her warmly receptive lips to let the thick, taper-tipped organ slide obscenely between them, easing further and further up into the soft-walled moistness of her eagerly engulfing mouth. It moved with a titillating, tantalizing slowness, relentlessly slipping along her lust-moistened tongue until it nearly reached the back of her throat! She brought her tongue fervently into play then, with an irresistible urgency, greeting and welcoming the unnatural presence with mindless, mesmerized abandon. Her desire-fogged brain swam with the licentious, forbidden pleasure of it, with the overpowering lustful intoxication of what she was doing ... oh, if only it would never end! If only I could simply go on and on like this. . .
Then suddenly, with a mind-blazing quiver racing through her nakedly straining body, the young wife felt his cock jerk slightly against the back of her throat and tasted the thin, warmly seeping heat of his excited pre-cum in all its sweet, pungent maleness! It was no less delicious than the blood-pounding flavor of her own husband, Tom ... yes, it was so wonderfully hot and hard and throbbing madly, swelling more and more with every passing, fire-filled second!
"Oooooooooaaaaaaaaauuuuuu uuu ww w ww www woooooooooo!" the young brunette managed to moan around the hotly pulsing, wetly invading instrument in her mouth. She was so lost and so completely abandoned in her reckless, forbidding passion that she didn't even hear the front door softly open and close.
Her mind and senses still tingling from the erotic encounter with her husband in the shower shortly before, Peggy Martin strolled across her front yard to the neighboring yard of Ellen and Tom Johnson. Their house looked much like her own, with its pale yellow stucco, its dark wooden trim and its two-car garage off to the side. She saw Ellen's car parked in the driveway and so knew that her voluptuous young neighbor must be at home.
Peggy had liked Ellen Johnson from the start. She accurately sized her up as a small-town girl with limited experience but with unlimited potential-as far as swinging went, anyway. Moreover, Peggy found Ellen's husband, Tom, very attractive, indeed, with his fine lithe muscular build and his ruggedly handsome face. The first time she had seen young Tom was the day after she and Steve had moved into their house while she was hanging her sheets to dry outside in the backyard. Over the fence she had spied a hairy-chested, blondely handsome young man diving into the small swimming pool, his well-developed muscles, rippling against his thin covering of skin with every supple movement, his blonde hair flying in the wind. From that moment on Peggy had felt an acute desire for the good-looking salesman next door and as the days passed, her thoughts focused more and more on how to get the young Johnsons couple into the swinging adventures she and Steve had discovered with other like-minded couples back in New York.
Peggy knew, of course, that Tom was once again out of town and that this time he would be gone for six whole weeks. But she had decided that if, during that time, she could somehow manage to convince Ellen that the benefits of wife-swapping were indeed extraordinarily pleasurable ... at least that would be the first step in the right direction. After that, she herself would take care of Tom-good care-when he returned home in six weeks' time! Meanwhile, Steve could enjoy fucking Ellen if they could just work it out. . .
The young blonde-haired neighbor stepped cheerfully up to the front door of Ellen Johnsons' house and knocked. Oddly enough, she found that the door had not been properly latched and slid open when her hand banged against it. Slowly, cautiously, fearing that something might be wrong, Peggy walked on tiptoe into the immaculately clean living room and cocked her ear to listen for strange sounds while her eyes searched for anything out-of-place or out of the ordinary.
Nothing. Silence and everything in its proper place.
Now, that's odd! Why was the front door open like that? Peggy looked around again, this time with greater concentration. No, nothing unusual. The gold brocade sofa sat before the low-slung glass-topped coffee table, Tom's large, comfortable soft chair rested in its proper place with its pillows neatly fluffed out, no lamps overturned, no pictures aslant on the walls, even all of the ashtrays were sparkling clean with not one gray ash in them! Peggy prowled carefully forward towards the kitchen ... no, nothing amiss there, either. The floor was swept clean and polished so that it gleamed, the counter tops and sink were immaculate and shining, even the trash can had been emptied! All that Peggy could determine from her brief but searching inspection was that Ellen seemed to be an extraordinary housekeeper!
Suddenly, Peggy froze, her hand gripping tightly around the small glass jar she had carried over so that the knuckles turned white. She had heard a sound, an animalistic moaning sound, an unmistakable and erotic sound ... "Ooooooaaaaaauuuuuuwwwwwwoooooo!"
Yes, that's Ellen alright, muffled though she sounds! But it can't be Tom she's with ... he's out of town, she said so herself. . .
Peggy's first thought was that someone had broken into the house-that's why the front door had been open!-and was now forcing Ellen into some unnatural or depraved act in her own home! Cautiously, Peggy walked along the carpeted floor towards the direction of that incredible moan ... step by step, her hand still wrapped tightly around the glass jar she had carried with her ... towards the bedrooms ... down the narrow hallway ... and then she saw!
The young blonde's eyes flew open and her hand suddenly lost its grip on the glass jar so that it fell to the floor. Luckily, there was soft, plush carpeting beneath her feet so the falling jar made no noise. Peggy stood there, frozen, mesmerized, her eyes bulging wide, her breath caught in her throat and suddenly she shivered, although it was a warm summer day.
There at the end of the hallway, the bathroom door stood wide open. And inside the well-lit room Peggy saw the most extraordinary thing she had ever seen in her life! Can it be? Can that be ... inexperienced young Ellen Johnson ... being licked and sucking back in return her new pet dog? My God!
Unaware of her audience, unaware of everything except the bitter-sweet taste of Nemo's long hot hardness trapped in the warm, moist shelter of her mouth, Ellen Johnson wouldn't even have cared at that point if she knew that the whole neighborhood, the whole world was watching her debased, lust-inspired, unnatural act there in the bathroom with her new pet shepherd, Nemo. All she cared about at that moment was the raging fire burning within her wretchedly writhing body, the ecstatically sublime sensations rippling through her aching loins and up to her tremulously quivering breasts and finally crashing like thunder into her lust-crazed mind.
The young wife heard Nemo's high-pitched animal whimper as he continued to lovingly lick her passion-inflamed pussy and she began to suck and twirl her caressing hot little pink tongue warmly around his long, thickly turgid cock to repay him for the unbelievable pleasure he was so fantastically bringing her with his own warmly lashing oral instrument. She felt his powerful dog-body responding to her obscene sucking, his canine loins jerking and pressing forward in an almost human way. She brushed one exploring hand then along his short-haired belly to his heavy, pendulous, sperm-filled balls, cupping them warmly and gently at first, then lightly teasing them with her long-nailed finger-tips. Again the animal whimpered, the excruciating excitation causing him to begin a slow, rhythmic fucking motion up into the tightly clasping oval of her warm, voraciously sucking lips.
Peggy Martin, still standing mesmerized in the hallway, had now leaned against the wall to support herself in her shock as she watched the obscene, lewdly exciting tableau being enacted before her wide-open eyes and gaping mouth.
Ellen was by this time delirious with the pleasure of her erotically perverted act. God, the taste of it! The taste of his dog-cock is a mind-bending delight! Oh, Nemo! You big, beautiful beast, you!
The young wife moaned sensuously and began to nurse and tongue like a concerned mother at .the ever-thickening length of burning, rock-hard penile flesh with salaciously timed head movements. Delicately sweet, her lust-filled brain wildly thought, yet flavored with the wonderful sweetness of his own natural oozing semen ... oh ... so delicious! such a delectable sweet taste ... oh God! ... oh, soooooo delicious!
The smooth thick length of his growing, blood-engorged dog-cock fucked into her warmly milking mouth in perfect cadence, while his own hotly swirling tongue laved the hot, liquid flesh of her lewdly and invitingly splayed cunt with animalistic appetite! Ellen nipped and gently scraped the edges of her even, white teeth while at the same time swirling her hot little tongue in tiny moist circles around his heavily pulsing animal hardness, completely lost in the licentious thrill of her depraved and obscene encounter with Nemo. God, it was almost as sweet as hot honey in her mouth, its tapered scarlet length plunging in a slippery wet heat all the way down to the back of her throat! What will his dog-cum taste like? Will it be like a man's? Thick and hot and sticky and spurting in creamy jets ... or are animals different?
"Ooooooaaaaaauuuuuuwwwwwwooooooaaaaaaugh!" the young brunette moaned again around the thickly invading phallus in her warmly sucking mouth, her voluptuously tingling breasts quivering with abandoned lust-excited sensations of rapturous pleasure while the incredible pressure of impending release filled her warmly lubricated cunt.
Nemo had never known anything like this with a human woman, not even with his former mistress! Certainly his former human woman had taken his cock in her mouth ... but never with quite the extraordinarily greedy hunger of this human! She had his lust-hardened pole of dog-flesh inside her warm, wet mouth, yet it felt so much like it were thrusting into the hot, fleshy sucking walls of a vaginal hole! And yet ... there was a difference ... a sublimely pleasurable difference in the feel of her sharp white teeth and seethingly moist tongue. He whined and whimpered over and over again, knowing no other way to express the feeling of those salaciously sublime sensations which were causing waves of fire-filled pressure deep in the depths of his swirling loins, knowing that soon, very soon, he would feel the orgasmic ecstasy of that final and triumphant release!
Ellen Johnson had never sucked more voraciously or with greater vigor on even her own husband's massively turgid cock, or with such enthralling forbidden enchantment overwhelming her voluptuously curved body. With a newly discovered hungering animalism of her own, the sensuously inflamed young wife mouthed and worked slavishly at the Shepard's enormously torrid, granite-hard cock, her wantonly abandoned mind a furnace of simmering, flame-licked lust. Oh God, Nemo how I want your wonderful animal-cum shooting into my mouth! Yes, yes, give it to me, every last hotly streaming ounce of it! Yes, give it to me until it dribbles magically down my throat ... yes, give it all, yes, every single hotly flowing drop of it!
Raging tongues of stabbing, scorching flames blazed between her salaciously spread legs! Her trembling belly seethed like a flaming forest and the fire-filled, gleaming wetness of her smoldering cunt glowed with the searing passion tormenting it with every new assault of his firebrand tongue. The young wife clutched at the loving animal's enormously swollen balls, beginning to lewdly milk and caress them as she noisily slavered over and sucked at his tremendously thickened, turgidly throbbing cock! Oh, Christ! I'm going to ... cum any minute ... now ... all over his marvelously licking tongue! It was then, through the lust-cloud that surrounded her crazed mind that the young brunette heard her shepherd whine, then yip out in his own bestial ecstasy!
Within moments his yip had become an almost guttural snarl and at the very same moment his muscular young flanks began to hump and pump furiously, driving his massively thick, unrelenting hot hard cock deep, deep down into his mistress' throat! His sudden, almost brutal lurch triggered wild, untamed and unrestrained sensations of ecstatic joy inside her, and she moaned out again around his tonsil buffeting cock, "AAAAAAUUUUUUGH!" all the while still wildly sucking and swallowing until it began to spasm out in her warm and voraciously working mouth.
Suddenly Ellen felt her own body jerk, writhe and rock convulsively as the tidal wave of her own orgasm rippled through her quivering body while his cock erupted volcano-like into her mouth, its thickly cascading gushes of scalding liquid cum shooting from the base of his heavily inflated balls through the hotly jerking length of his dog-cock and into the back of her wildly swallowing throat It filled her frantically sucking mouth faster than she could gulp it down and he continued to cum and cum and cum and she thought he would never, never stop spurting that scalding thick liquid into her wretchedly straining throat, while her own ecstatic explosion charged through her body like a million volts of electricity! It seemed to go on and on and on like that forever, his own hot juices swirling madly around her tongue while her own sweet cuntal secretions flowed like a raging river over his hotly lapping rough-skinned animal tongue still working hungrily in the soft, hair-fringed folds of her cumming vagina below...
Peggy Martin felt her own blood rushing like a boiling cauldron through her shamelessly aroused young body as she leaned back against the hallway wall. The salacious spectacle in the bathroom between Ellen Johnson and her German shepherd had aroused hitherto unsuspected fires of lustful passion in the brunette neighbor, a newly discovered animalistic hunger for this unusual and unnatural sexual ritual that was being performed right before her gaping eyes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Peggy Martin staggered across the soft green grass of her neighbor's front yard towards her own. The lust-crazed images of her wickedly cock-sucking neighbor and the incessantly tongue-lapping German shepherd crashed together in her mind making one enormous swirl of reckless and abandoned excitement which the young blonde had never known possible. It had been like a circus of lust-incited, hedonistic pleasure, an orgy of carnival-like delight and Peggy Martin wanted desperately to be a part of it all!
Her eyes rimmed with tears, her hands still shaking, she flung herself through her own front door and collapsed onto the soft cushions of a chair. Her breathing came in panting, ragged spurts, her lips and hands and knees trembled violently, her breasts beneath the low-plunging neckline of her short cotton dress raged with a fire-filled excitement that even now burned through her aroused young body.
Ellen Johnson! And her dog, Nemo! Why, I never would have imagined a scene like that even in my most vivid, excited dreams!
"My God, Peggy, what's wrong with you?" Steve's voice reached her ears. She looked up to see him rapidly striding across the living, my expression of worried concern creasing his face. "Jesus, you're as white as a ghost? What happened? Is something wrong?"
"Y-you're just ... not going to believe ... I ... " she stuttered, trying to collect her thoughts and inject her voice with some semblance of calm rationality.
Steve sat down onto the couch beside his distraught wife, placing his strong young arm comfortingly around her shoulder. In his hand he had a clearn, sparkling drink with a slice of lime floating in the cool-looking liquid. "Here," he said, "I mixed a gin-and-tonic while you were gone. Take a little of this, it'll calm you down."
"Gin?" his wife asked absently.
"Yeah, I found some in the kitchen after all. Here, come on, take a nice hearty gulp. Or finish it up, if you need it."
"Thanks," Peggy replied shakily, grasping the glass with two trembling hands and gulping down the coolly refreshing liquid as if she were a weary traveler just emerging from the desert.
"Now, tell me, Peggy, what is this all about?"
"It's about Ellen Johnson, your sweet, 'innocent' young neighbor. I have to tell you this, but you won't be the first one inside her hot little pants, my dear," Peggy said with smug, almost snide pleasure.
"What?" Steve exclaimed, obviously very surprised.
"I ... I just went over there ... and when I went in ... well, at first I thought ... well, never mind what I thought," Peggy explained, trying still to get her thoughts into some sort of reasonable order. "What I saw was ... Ellen Johnson ... and her dog ... her damned shepherd ... in the bathroom ... they were sucking each other off!"
Steve eyed his wife with an expression on his lace somewhere between shocked surprise and simply mild disbelief. She had been known to pull an occasional practical joke before...
"You think I'm kidding, don't you?" his wife asked, reading his thoughts easily. "Well, I'm not. It's such a far-fetched, unbelievable story-do you really think my imagination is good enough to come up with something that far out?"
Her handsome young, dark-haired husband studied Peggy's face as if the real truth of the matter were hidden there somewhere if only he could go just beneath the surface to find it! It would be just like Peggy to gloat triumphantly if their sexy neighbor had found a temporary substitute for her traveling husband ... but a dog?
okay, look, honey, I'll take your word for it," Steve said reluctantly. "But even you have to admit that it's a little hard to believe. I mean, Christ, Ellen Johnson, Little Miss Pure-At-Heart! Doing it with a dog? Even you have to admit that it's hard to imagine her even doing that with another man, right?"
"Right. But, you forget, I saw it with my own two eyes. I saw them there together and they were eating each other like crazy!" Peggy exclaimed, her arms now flailing for emphasis and her breath beginning once again to come in halting gasps. "I saw them there ... and I knew, I tell you, I knew it all the time and I told you, didn't I, that beneath that innocent exterior . .
"Yes," Steve admitted still eyeing his wife with some disbelief, "you told me. You said, if I recall correctly, that if we could only convince her ... then Tom would follow quickly enough."
Peggy took another long gulp of the refreshing gin-and-tonic and seemed to calm down somewhat. Her darkly handsome young husband sat contemplating this extraordinary discovery for some minutes when suddenly he turned to his wife and said, "Hey! Wait a minute! How come that dog didn't jump up and attack you if he's such a viscious watch-dog?"
"Believe me," Peggy responded with snide assurance, "he was much too busy. Besides, I was there earlier today, remember? Even if he caught my scent, I've already been introduced to him as a friend."
"Urn. Well, that makes sense. Still, I'm not so sure I like the idea of you prowling through their house with that dog in there. He might just bite and ask questions later!"
"Yes, I suppose you're right," his voluptuously contoured young wife admitted. "But, still, I'm glad I went over there! God, what a show! My cunt is tingling!" she exclaimed, licking her bottom lip playfully and hungrily, her tiny pink tongue-tip easing its way from one side to the other. Her mouth took on a slight pouting expression as she once again recalled the fervent, passionate ardor of her young neighbor and that massively handsome German shepherd. "Steve, you should have seen them! Talk about getting fucked and sucked! What a prick that dog has, too! Jesus, I've never seen anything like it-it almost looked like it was a foot long! And there it was, all wet and scarlet and thick pumping in and out of her mouth to beat the band while he licked her cunt as if he were a starving, wild beast! He-"
"Okay, enough!" Steve exlcaimed. "Christ, you're making me horny, woman! Look at this!" he proclaimed, yanking down the zipper on his trousers and pulling his incredibly swollen rod of flesh out into the light."
"You think you're horny?" his wife answered with a sensuous teasing quality in her lilting voice. She leaned against him, taking the massive instrument gently in her hand, and said in a husky voice, "If this little baby is ready for action, then what are we waiting for?"
"Ummm," her smiling young husband replied, "that's what I like to hear. And that's what I love about you-always ready and always willing." He smiled inwardly, recalling that his wife had nothing on beneath her short cotton dress, and wrapped his strong young arms around her, drawing her to him, and letting his hands slide down her back sensuously as he pulled the dress zipper down to the top of her ass-crevice.
Ellen laughed, jumped up from the couch and pulled the dress off over her head, flinging it carelessly down onto the floor beside her. Throwing her head back with roaring laughter, she cried "Last one out to the pool is a rotten egg!" and ran naked out the back door into their fenced yard and dove headlong into the cool blue water of their small swimming pool. Within minutes her tingling, gurgling laughter seemed to be echoing around the pool itself as Steve dove in after her, stripped of all his clothing so that his handsomely muscular body glimmered in the warm afternoon sun as he emerged at the shallow end of the pool.
His curvaceous young wife soon joined him there and Steve bent to kiss her open, laughing mouth with all the ardor that had been aroused in him by his wife's provocatively exciting tale. They were both standing waist-deep in the shallow end of the pool as her tanned torso merged with his. her creamy flaring hips and his tight-muscled buttocks being lapped by the water as he put his hands on her smoothly soft shoulders and drew her to him rather playfully. Peggy reached up and wrapped her slender arms around her husband's thick neck and nresserj her body tightly against his with growing, hungering passion. She fitted her pelvis neatly into his with a lascivious undulation of her naked body and the muscles of his hips flexed as they strained forward to meet her demanding erotic posture.
Steve's hands moved swiftly over her silky back and shoulders with little pinchings and squeezings of the softly supple young flesh before moving provocatively downwards and under the water to clasp the spongy flesh of her buttocks under the water. His hands stopped there, his strong fingers digging into the round white cushiony globes, pulling the lower part of her nakedly glistening body closer and harder into him. The water swirled around them as from the waist down the young couple appeared to be engaged in a sort of lewd, slow-motion dance with hips gyrating and wriggling while their legs rubbed and entwined together.
Soon, the playfully passionate young naked couple drew apart and Steve gave his heatedly aroused young wife a playful shove. His eyes by now were heavy-lidded, glazed with the almost sleepy look of smoldering desire, but he was grinning broadly and laughed uproariously before diving underwater to swim the short length of the pool several times. He knew what he was doing, he knew that he was tantalizing and teasing his voluptuous young wife almost cruelly-but he also knew that she loved it, that she would become hotter and hotter the longer he could prolong the roguish teasing He turned over on his back at last, the white bulk of his massive male genitals floating out from his dark pubic curls with a pale, glistening glow and Peggy's eyes were locked on its bulging contours as she waded in the shallow water, a lascivious glimmer in her lewdly provocative smile.
Peggy's firm, moon rounded breasts shimmered in the sunlight, her pink nipples jutting out erectly on her up-thrust mounds. Her flat tummy gave out to broad flaringly curved hips and beneath lay the dark moist strands of her pubic triangle and she stood now only knee-deep in water, the tapering columns of her legs spreading out to either side and her arms flailing in mock anger.
Her words seemed to crash into Steve's ears, although she spoke them with a husky seductiveness. "Come on back here, you cunt-teasing bastard. You said you were horny, didn't you?"
Steve flipped over and swam back to her with such loud splashings that Peggy held her breath and soon he reached her nakedly trembling body. The muscles of his arms rippled under his wetly gleaming skin and for several minutes they played and thrashed about together like two wildly excited little children. They fondled each other with obscene, licentious zest and their inner excitement grew to enormous proportions with every passing moment as Steve had known it would. His expert hands seemed to explore every curve, every hillock and valley of her voluptuously contoured body as she giggled in response twisting and turning against him. Steve played lustfully with the pointed cones of her breasts, toying with the erectly distended nipples until she squealed delightedly for mercy. Then his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her flat belly and then he ran his tantalizing fingers in and out of the dripping wet triangle between her thighs.
It wasn't long, of course, before his blonde-haired young wife couldn't tolerate any more teasing exploration and she then presented him with the smooth white orbs of her pliant buttocks, leaning so far forward that she almost lost her precarious balance as he pinched the smooth cheeks and dug his fingers deep into the soft white furrow between the enticingly supple spheres.
Steve expertly spread the whitely glistening globes wide with deft, sure manipulation of his strong young fingers. His young wife could feel a cool rush of air in the crevice between that rushed over the tiny ring of her puckered anus and she felt the ring expand and contract almost convulsively and she could feel her husband's virile swelling penis against the moistly trembling crevice. She spun around to face him now, and reaching down she took his massively erected organ playfully in her slender hand and squeezed it gently between her thumb and the tips of her trembling fingers. She fondled the blunt-bloated head until the tiny thin mouth at the tip was gasping, opening and closing almost spasmodically.
The hotly aroused young wife knew exactly what she wanted now and emerged from the cool blue water until she had reached the second step where she was barely calf-deep in water. Here she bent forward, spreading her tremulous legs apart in open and enticing invitation to her heatedly excited young husband and reaching behind her with her hands to pull her quivering ass-cheeks apart for him. Steve came up behind her, his massively pulsing cock heading directly for the tightly crinkled ring of her anal opening. The tiny puckered hole was stretched wide, open and quivering in eager anticipation of the impending assault between the distended cheeks of her lewdly presented ass-cheeks.
A hoarse, urgent cry sprang like lightning from between Peggy's lust-moistened lips. "Aaauuugh! Ooooooh! Yeeeeeeeees! Put it in! Hurry, shove it up into my belly!" she demanded as her handsome young husband stood nakedly behind her with the bulbous tip of his cockhead throbbing wildly against the tiny aperture. He let the. lust-swollen head rest there for a long moment, purposely tantalizing his lust-provoked wife. It was blood-filled now to a deep crimson color and pulsing almost angrily between the wetly glimmering rounded cheeks of her ass. Peggy could hear him breathing hard, his muscular young body twitching and lusting passion, but holding back to torment her and to savor the thrill of feeling her heated flesh as it expanded against the lust-head of his penis.
"Steve! Steve! God-damn you! What in hell are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?" The voluptuously excited young blonde could hear her husband chuckle lewdly at this remark, but still he remained stationary, his blood-engorged cock-head still nestled provocatively between her wide-spread, softly pliant buttocks. "Come on, damn you, fuck your cock up into my ass-hole! I can't stand it any longer!" she rasped finally.
Steve took his wife at her word. His reaction was immediate and almost brutal. Steadying her with a firm grip on her sensuously flaring hips, he lunged forward to violently that he almost knocked.her over. With a savage force, his lusting thick phallus plowed into the narrow darkly clinging channel of her rectum and then Steve heard the cry of agonized delight when she felt the first deliriously delicious shock of his entry. As she screamed incoherent, lusting wails into the warm afternoon, her handsome young husband plunged his enormously elongated prick in and out of the hotly screaming tunnel of flesh like a pistoning ramrod.
Peggy's head flailed ecstatically from side to side, her long blonde hair flying around her head and the expression on her lust-contorted face was one of sublimely excruciating pleasure. Meanwhile, the young wife could hear her husband's cries of animal-like ardor and those sounds only increased her own already frantically aroused appetite.
Through the lust-crazed muddle in her mind the young blonde wife heard her husband's almost pleading scream bursting into her ears. "Christ, I'm gonna cum!" And he did, with all the mind-blinding fury and spasming strength of his hotly aroused, strongly muscular young body.
But Peggy wasn't satisfied, not yet. She turned to sit on the steps of the pool, her husband's deflated penis hanging above her. With gently, sure strokes, she teased its fleshy length with her provocatively teasing finger-tips until she could feel it beginning once again to swell and lengthen and thicken with rampant desire. Then, as she still held it, she slipped her lust-moistened lips around its blunt-bloating head to tease it into even more pulsingly turgid stiffness.
Soon Steve's massive masculine tool was once again swelling to its former rigid inflation under the expert ministrations of his eager young wife's lips. With a dedicated abandon she mouthed the wet, semen-dripping gland as if it were the sweetest-tasting treat in the whole world. Which, to her, it was! One hand was helping her eager restoration by rhythmically stroking the tightening skin while the other rubbed and kneaded at the hairy globes of his pendulous balls.
Suddenly, the aroused young wife pulled her wetly glistening lips away from the ballooning organ and looked up at the towering figure of her husband. "Now it's my turn, darling. I'm just getting you nice and ready!"
"You mean you're not going to finish what you started?" her surprised young husband said, arching his hips and waving his heavily swollen cock in front of her passion-flushed cheeks.
"Don't worry," his excited, nakedly trembling young wife replied with a crooning voice, "Your cock won't go unrewarded!"
With that Steve lowered his head so that their lips brushed seductively against each other and then he bent lower to kiss the warm hollow of her throat, and soon he was moving his mouth wetly down over her velvety skin to the rounded globes of her firmly sloping breasts. Here he pressed circles of moistly provocative kisses around the rose-hued areoles, then he teased the pink crinkly nipples into throbbing erection with flame-licking dartings of his tongue. His mouth paused there briefly to warmly suckle each scarlet tip, first one and then the other, and he heard a low wailing moan creep up from his wife's throat and slither through her lips.
Her head was thrown all the way back, her light hair cascading down her back as Steve stooped down and nibbled seductively at the small swell of her flat belly. Her proud crescent breasts jutted out above his darkly curly head, trembling with the erotic agony of being left abandoned and neglected. The nipples had deepened to an almost purplish color and glistened with the saliva-moisture of his hotly teasing mouth while his lips now found the erogenous hollow of her navel and he worked his tongue tantalizingly into the defenseless little aperture...
Peggy's mewling, throaty moans were constant now and her nakedly glistening body wriggled and squirmed against the tile wall. She had been running her quivering fingers through her husband's hair and stroking the back of his neck but suddenly her fingers dug mercilessly into the flesh of his muscular young shoulders, and her body arched with the shock of pleasure that rippled through it.
Peggy looked down to see her husband's long pink tongue flash and tangle in the light thatch of her pubic curls between her lewdly wide-spread thighs. The water lapped provocatively at his chin and he struggled upright against the urgent push of her hands digging into his shoulders.
"I'm not going to drown, not for you or anybody else," he grumbled, boosting his naked wife up onto the tiled edge of the pool. Peggy responsively lay back with her knees drawn up and her legs enticingly spread wide apart. With practised precision Steve shifted the flattened spheres of her pliant buttocks on the rough cement to suit his purpose, feasting his lust-glazed eyes on the hair-lined target of his impending assault as it glimmered wetly between the smooth, creamy-white columns of her luscious outstretched thighs. Then he began tracing the moist pulsing lips of her vagina with his fingertips, circling the glossily shimmering folds of pink pussy flesh while working his hotly swirling tongue deeper into the hotly palpatating sheath. His other hand was not idle but had burrowed down between his own legs, gently stroking the full, lust-hardened length of his own rigidly throbbing cock.
Peggy's entire nakedly trembling body twitched, twisted and writhed and her passionate moaning was now incessantly echoing in Steve's ears as he pulled his head back to watch her cunt for a moment. Her feet were braced on the lip of the pool and the straining muscles of her voluptuous thighs trembled violently as she too watched, her husband's hands were probing searchingly into the softly heated regions of her pulsing cuntal flesh, while he still tenderly massaged the massive swollen, rigidly throbbing organ of his manhood. Soon his grip tightened harder around the turgidly thick instrument and his hand began pistoning up and down, the elongated shaft throbbing and jerking madly in his hand. Slowly he lowered its head again and fastened his eagerly moist mouth on the fevered pink lips of his wife's seething vagina and she shifted her legs to make closer contact with his eagerly anxious lips. She hunched forward, too, arching her voluptuously curved hips and moving them in little, quick thrusting motions following the rhythm of the voracious lips and tongue working hungrily into her lust-lubricated cunt.
With every jab of his madly flicking tongue the young wife seemed to grow more and more out of control, more and more possessed by the irrepressible demon of passion. Her head was a yellow flame thrashing wildly back and forth and her fists pounded with a life of their own against the hard poolside paving as her abandoned lust took control of her lust-driven body. Her ripely mature, fully rounded breasts jiggled from side to side in a lewd dance of inflamed desire with the wild contortions of her naked body, the lust-stiffened nipples quivering with an intense and vibrantly excruciating excitement. Her buttocks danced, too, in lewd circles and her nakedly glimmering thighs strained together to clutch Steve's head in a savage embrace as though she wanted to draw the whole of it into her wildly stimulated womb.
Steve impatiently grabbed his wife by the legs now and pried her voluptuously fleshy thighs even wider apart with a vicious wrenching motion. His head flew up for a moment, his mouth open and gulping for air while his hands fastened on her ankles to attempt to quell the frenzied jerking of her legs. Peggy lay back, her breath coming in ragging panting bursts, her thighs held wide-spread by her husband's strong grip, the moistly shimmering lips in between pulsing with unparalleled excitement. With a thrust of his hips, Steve adroitly set his bluntly bulbous cock-head against the soft hair-fringed lips of her aching vagina and then slowly he pressed forward and fucked his erectly wavering cock up into the warmly steaming flesh of her vaginal passage. Her entire body seemed to scream around his invading prick as if in triumphant welcome for the heavily conquering spear.
Steve watched as his turgidly thick cock disappeared inch by tantalizing inch into the dark, soft, lust-lubricated wetness of his wife's hotly clenching vagina, his loins aflame with exquisite vividly pulsing desire, the growing burning pressure in his cum-laden balls driving erotic sensations through his rampaging prick buried deep in the soft-walled sheath of his wife's voraciously sucking cunt. With a lust-driven groan, he began a rhythmic fucking in and out of the warm wetly clinging cavern, all the while listening through his lust-glazed mind to his wife's tormented cries and moans of sheer and unrestrained pleasure, her sensuously curved hips arching to meet his every plundering plunge.
The rhythmic motion of their fucking rapidly gained momentum until Peggy's whole lust-incensed body was gyrating with the wildly frantic turbulence of abandoned sexual excitement. After all the previous erotic stimulation she knew it wouldn't be long now before her own long-delayed, mind-blinding orgasm struck with the glorious release of climaxing ecstasy. And, in fact, it didn't take long at all. Just as she felt her husband's wildly jerking cock begin to gush hotly with its thickly white scalding fluid into her seething lust-licked cuntal cavern, she felt every muscle of her own wretchedly straining body grow taut as she hung for a moment teetering on the edge of ultimate and sublime release and then...
Peggy's body was seized by a prolonged, devastating spasm as the surge of ecstatic orgasm tremored through her naked body. Wave after wave of the lust-driven contortions swept through her wildly milking cunt!
CHAPTER FIVE
By eight o'clock Monday morning Steve Martin was already in his car, turning the key to coax it into roaring life, then shifting into reverse gear to back out of the driveway. Peggy sat still over her morning tea as she heard his shiny sports car roar away down the street and she sighed. But her thoughts were not on her husband. Her thoughts instead were focused on the luridly exciting scene she had witnessed in the bathroom of her next door neighbor, Ellen Johnson.
That lust-arousing image had somehow become firmly implanted in her brain and try as she might, she could do nothing to erase its erotic excitement. She hadn't seen Ellen since then, except for a moment as she left her house for her part-time job just before Steve left. She glimpsed the young brunette from their living room window as she went to draw the curtains open as she did every morning.
Somehow the hours passed, slowly, tortuously, the hands of the clock seeming to take forever to sweep around from one hour to the next. Peggy occupied part of the morning cleaning the house, meticulously dusting every table top, running the vacuum cleaner over every square inch of floor, scrubbing then waxing the kitchen floor and finally washing down the full-length living room windows. Try as she might, however, to concentrate on her tasks, still the lust-provoking images of Ellen Johnson succulently sucking on the pinkly glistening cock of her husky German shepherd clung to the fringes of her imagination with stubborn tenacity.
With nothing but the sheer strength of her own willpower, Peggy blocked the whole erotic incident out of her fevered thoughts, forcing herself to think of different things ... like the salacious scene with Steve in the shower ... and then his rampaging fucking out by the swimming pool ... and the swinging orgy-like parties they used to attend regularly back in New York ... god. that seems like ages ago now! Shaking her head violently, the young blonde tried to take her mind completely off sexual matters, directing her thoughts instead to the car payment due by the end of the week ... to the new draperies she had ordered for the living room ... to the exciting police story they had seen on television the night before ... to the letter she had promised to write to her mother back in Vermont. . .
But, somehow, as if by magic, her thoughts always seemed to turn back to Ellen Johnson and her truly loving new pet! She tried gardening. And shopping for supper. And reading a new paperback book she had just bought. And watching television. Nothing, nothing seemed to help. Finally, she tried taking a nap, but although her eyes would close, her mind would not. Still the erotically exciting images of her young neighbor and that massively muscled German shepherd exchanging lewd oral loving caresses swirled like a whirlpool through her fevered imagination.
At last, the frustrated young wife stumbled out of the living room and tried once more. Turning on the radio, she settled onto the couch with a gin-and-tonic and a book open on her lap. As she gulped down the fiery liquid, she could feel her body begin to relax, to drift into a semi-lethargic state and she hoped that her mind would follow. Her concentration was divided between the book she was reading and the slow sensual music that was being played over the radio, one hand tightly clasped around the glass of warmly mellow liquor which she sipped from constantly. She tried to concentrate all of her attention now to the melodramatic events of the book she was reading ... oh my God! Two lovers in a passionate embrace! Oh please, J can't stand it anymore! I'm going crazy! What's the matter with me?
Jumping up abruptly from the couch so that the open book slid into a heap on the floor, Peggy dashed across the living room to the bar and with trembling hands she refilled her glass with the throat-scorching liquor and gulped it down in one hungry swallow. Then, she clutched with frantic fingers at the telephone nearby and dialed her husband's number at the store.
"Delight Denims, can I help you?" a singsong voice asked.
"Hi, Harriet, this is Mrs. Martin. Is my husband there?" Peggy asked, trying to control the tremors in her voice.
"Just a minute, Mrs. Martin, I'll check," the singsong voice replied, clicking off the line. Peggy sat with quaking knees and trembling hands, the ice in her glass rattling loudly as she refilled it yet again and took another gulping swallow.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Martin, but he's not in the store right now," Harriet announced a few moments later. "I think he has gone out to see about the new store in the shopping center."
"Oh, I see " Peggy replied not attempting to conceal her disappointment. "Well, he'll be back soon, won't he."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Would you have him call me, please, the minute he gets back?"
"Certainly. I'll leave a message on his desk."
"Thanks, very much," Peggy concluded, slamming down the receiver with a force that surprised even herself. She was beginning now to feel the soothing, relaxing effects of the liquor she had consumed and she sank down into Steve's large, soft, comfortable chair, her mind reeling with alcoholic frustration and seething desire.
I know! I'll cool myself off with a nice swim in the pool! Yes, that's exactly what I'll do!
Ellen sat nervously at her typewriter, her fingers poised and trembling above the keys as the electric machine's constant whirring noise seemed to reverberate around in her confused and tortured mind. She had taken this part-time job with Casualty Larker Company more to occupy her time because Tom was so often away than because they really needed the money. No, Tom was proud that he earned enough money to adequately support them and at first, in fact, his ego had been wounded when Ellen said she wanted to work. But they had compromised, Tom understanding her desire to keep busy, and in the end she had accepted this part-time job for Mr. Hanson, the Vice President for Public Relations, and she came in dutifully to type his correspondence and file his important documents every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
But this particular Monday was a very difficult one for the voluptuous young woman. Confused and nagging emotions fought against one another in her tormented mind; feelings and desires she never knew existed in the world much less in herself battled against one another and her thoughts seemed to be in a dozen different places at once: off in a business seminar somewhere was her husband Tom ... back in her air-conditioned modern home was her magnificent German shepherd, Nemo, eagerly awaiting her return just as she eagerly awaited the return of her dear and well-loved husband! And she sat now in this office, the clattering noises of a dozen typewriters ringing and echoing around in her ears!
"Uh, Mrs. Johnson, could you come into my office for a moment," Mr. Hanson's voice interrupted her wildly, dizzily spinning thoughts.
"Y-yes, of course, right away," Ellen answered, picking up her steno pad.
"No, you won't need that, Mrs. Johnson," he said, turning his back and disappearing into the wood-walled interior of his plushly furnished office.
Ellen followed her tall, heavy-set employer, her knees quaking, her hands still trembling, her full, fleshy thighs tremulously shaking, her breasts quivering beneath her short summer dress as her chest heaved with heavy breath. Once inside the lush chamber, Ellen seated herself on the visitor's chair by the desk, directly opposite Mr. Hanson who sat frowning over a letter Ellen had finished typing about half an hour earlier. The full-breasted young brunette crossed her long legs demurely and folded her hands across her lap to stop them from trembling, then waited patiently for Mr. Hanson to say whatever it was he had to say.
"Uh, Mrs. Johnson." he began awkwardly, obviously finding it difficult to get to the point, "this is ... uh. the letter you typed for me to Rafael Industries..."
"Yes, Mr. Hanson?"
"I'm afraid there are some mistakes in it ... some glaring errors that are very unlike you. Mrs. Johnson. Look, here," he concluded, pushing the paper across the desk towards her with thick, pudgy fingers.
Ellen looked at the typewritten page. Several extraordinarily obvious mistakes seemed to jump off of the white paper at her, almost as if they were pointing accusing fingers at the helplessly quaking young wife. "Uh ... I'm sorry, Mr. Hanson. I really am. I ... well ... it's just that ... I'll fix it right away, of course. I'm ... so sorry..."
"Mrs. Johnson!" Mr. Hanson declared forcefully. Then, his expression softened. "You know, you look terribly pale today-are you sure you're feeling alright? I mean, I know you don't usually make mistakes like this ... so I thought ... well, I didn't think you looked too well when I came in this morning ... but you didn't say anything. . . "
"Oh, Mr. Hanson," the distraught young woman cried, "I don't feel well at all. I really think ... well ... perhaps I'm coming down with something," she gasped, nervously clasping and unclasping her fingers. "I guess I should have stayed home today ... but I ... well, I've only been working a few months and I thought ... she stammered.
"Never mind what you thought, Mrs. Johnson," Mr. Hanson replied sympathetically, smiling in a fatherly fashion at his svelte young secretary. "If you're not feeling well, I insist that you go home immediately."
"But-" Ellen began.
"No buts about it. I insist. Go ahead, take the afternoon off and go home. And if you're still not feeling well by Wednesday, just call in sick. I'll understand."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hanson," the emotionally agitated young woman cried with great relief in her voice. "Thank you so much! And I'm sure I'll be alright by Wednesday. Oh, thank you again!"
Moments later Ellen was driving her car towards their new house in the suburbs of Ft. Lauderdale. But it was as hard to concentrate on her driving as it had been tb focus her thoughts on her work.
What am I doing? What is happening to me? Nothing seems to be quite right anymore! First, Nemo comes into my life, brought by Tom as a watchdog ... and now ... is he my...(she hardly dared even to think the word) ... my lover? But ... but oh, I feel so ashamed, so mortified! I feel somehow so dirty and ... so disgusted with myself ... so absolutely wretched when I think where my own depraved desires have carried me! Oh, I do love Tom! I do love him still!
And yet ... yet ... oh, Nemo! Somehow I can't really believe that I've done anything REALLY wrong! I know that what I did with you doesn't mean that I don't love Tom! It was just ... something ... I don't know what ... it was like some powerful magnet and I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried! I intended nothing evil, nothing wrong ... and somehow I just can't believe that it was wrong ... oh, God help me, I just don't know anymore ... I'm so confused. . .
A loud honking brought the voluptuous young brunette's mind instantly out of her confused and conflicting thoughts. Desperately, Ellen tried to focus her eyes and her mind on the road ahead.
* * *
Standing with his arm crooked, his masculine hand resting on his hip, Steve Martin surveyed the empty store. Yes, it was certainly large enough ... plenty of room for storage of inventory in the back ... we could put the racks there along that wall ... and along that one ... and make a sort of wooden trellis in the middle and hang the longer clothes from there ... yes, this will do very nicely, if it isn't too expensive as most modern shopping centers often are.
Steve had established and then managed two clothing boutiques in New York in partnership with one of his college buddies, Frank Barton. But he and Frank had eventually come to a parting of ways over how the stores should be run, so Steve had sold his interest in the business-and quite a handsome profit! Three months before and then, with Peggy, had moved down to Ft. Lauderdale, which he thought would be just the sort of city to welcome his unusual style of clothing stores.
And, in fact, his first store near the downtown business area had already been a phenomenal success in the brief four months it had been open and had run in the black from the first day Steve had opened the doors! For the last several weeks he had been toying with the idea of opening yet another store in a new shopping center that was being built on the other side of town ... sure, it was really early to be spreading himself so thin ... but if his second store could be as overwhelmingly successful as his first ... why, he and Peggy could retire to the Virgin Islands by the time he reached forty! It was a gamble, certainly, but if he won...
"Well, what do you think, Mr. Martin," a voice interrupted his revery. He turned to face Mark Pope, the tall, lean, sun-tanned rental agent for the
Mayfair Shopping Center, with whom Steve had been dickering for the past few weeks about the new store. Mark had shrewd, piercing hazel eyes and in his double-knit brown suit looked every inch the successful real estate developer that he was.
"Nice, very nice. Just the right size. The question is, will it be the right price?" Steve answered, smiling, trying to conceal the tremor in his voice and in his knees.
"Frankly, I find I can come down a bit from the quote I gave you over the phone this morning. I've talked to my partners," Mark Pope said, "and I think we can agree on the figure you named."
Steve felt the palms of his hands sweating and his eyes clouded over with a misty haze. It was more than he had hoped for, more than he had dreamed of! When he had suggested that low figure on the phone the morning ... well, he had expected to come up a bit from it. Really, it was just thrown off the top of his head so that he would have some base to bargain from. And now they had accepted it! They were going to give him the store for a sensationally rock-bottom price!
Steve's mind whirled with thoughts of financing, stocking up on inventory, getting carpenters in to set up the store, hiring and training attractive young salesclerks! He would make this store even more attention-grabbing, flashier and more colorful than the store downtown! He would have a spotlight out in the parking lot on opening day ... run full-page ads in the newspapers for the opening day special sale ... hire a band, maybe, to play outside...
"Uh, Mr. Martin, is it a deal then?" Mark Pope asked, interrupting Steven's wildly flying, dizzily spinning imagination.
"A deal? Oh! Of course!" Steve stammered. "Yes, it's a deal, alright. Shall we shake on it?" he said, extending his hand.
An hour later, after going back to Mark's office to sign the formal legal papers, Steve was back in his downtown store practically crowing in his delirious elation. His eyes glowed and he felt like he was walking three feet off the ground as he pranced in, picking up his alluringly attractive young sales clerk, Harriet, around her slender waist and spun her around and around and around in his arms. "You close up today, Harriet! I'm going to get a bottle of champagne and then I'm going to go right home to celebrate my incredible good luck!"
"Oh, Mr. Martin, your wife called a while ago. Said she wanted you to call her back the very minute you got back," Harriet exclaimed breathlessly after Steve had put her back down.
"I'll do better than call her-I'll be home in less than half an hour!" he cried happily. "I'll be home with a wonderful surprise for her!"
* * *
Overhead the warm Florida sun blazed down like a beacon in the sky and Peggy could feel its soothing warmth soaking into every pore of her sun-tanned skin. She was beginning to perspire already and her skin was dripping wet with tiny droplets of shining moisture from her brief swim in the pool. She had suddenly begun to feel dizzy from the Scotch she had already consumed and so had clambered out and was now lying on her back, another drink in her hand, on the soft cushions of the lounge chair, her pale yellow bikini top on the ground beside her. Peggy enjoyed sun-bathing in the nude and was happy that their back yard was fenced so that she could luxuriate in the privacy which she so coveted.
Damn it! Why did I have to go over there to see Ellen and her dog? Why did she have to do it anyway? And here we thought she was such an innocent young thing ... although I always said she had untapped potential! God, the irony of it! Here Steve and I pride ourselves on having done some pretty wild and outlandish things in our time ... and this little vixen next door outdoes us by along shot!
Peggy felt a distinct tingling, excited sensation crawling up through her cunt just at the thought of what she saw next door. The voluptuous young blonde lay there in the sun and sighed as she felt the mixture of alcohol and arousal spin through her bloodstream. Oh, Steve! I wish you'd call back! I wish you'd come home! Oh, God, how I need a cock right now! She took a greedy gulp of the warmly mellow liquor and then reached down to turn on her portable radio, setting it to a loud rock-and-roll station because she needed some soul-jarring, blaring sounds to take her mind off of her yearning, aching cunt!
Images of her dog-lusting neighbor floated in her mind like migrant clouds as she relaxed and lay back into the soft cushions and then she thought: The hell with it! I may as well be completely naked-no one can see me here! And, damn it, I FEEL like being naked right now! With that she sat up, slipped her pink bikini bottoms over her slenderly tapering legs and threw the discarded garment onto the ground with her already tossed-aside bikini bra. The warm sun felt good on her smoothly-firm young skin as she took another gulp from her drink and lay back once more, the loud, rollicking music from the radio invading her ears.
Soon Peggy felt the tips of her fingers begin to tap against the satiny flatness of her belly in time to the rhythmic rocking music. And then tiny needle points of shivering, thrilling sensation rippled over her as her fingers began to softly massage her own naked flesh as that same lingering image of her neighbor fastened once again onto the fringes of her mind. Again she shivered, this time partly from the luridly exciting image and partly from the soft tickle-touch of her fingertips across smooth plane of her sumptuous belly. Her warmly creamy thighs were just slightly parted and she discovered that she could, by twisting her flaringly sensuous hips in a certain way, massage the distending, throbbing little tip of her sensitive clitoris!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... that feels good ... I could almost make myself cum like this ... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she said half aloud as she continued the erotically rhythmic exercise that created such tingling, titillating sensations to ripple up from between her open thighs. Peggy closed her eyes now to bask in the fond memories of the two sexual encounters the day before with her devoted husband, Steve. Now, there was a man! Talk about getting fucked! That man could run circles around the world-champion fucker, no doubt about that!
"Oh, Steve!" she moaned as the afternoon sun silently slipped relentlessly towards the ocean horizon. Without being aware of it at first because of the alcohol cloud in her mind Peggy's fingertips had begun a slowly methodical trip up along the soft, sun-tanned flesh of her firm belly to the rising hillocks of her bountifully endowed breasts and from a seeming far distance the loud, rhythmic music of the rock-and-roll radio station serenaded the voluptuous blonde with a persistent, swaying rhythm that matched her own slowly moving tempo.
As if with a life of their own, her finger delicately touched the light ample fullness of her ruby-crested breasts as they rose and fell in her self-induced daze of vibrantly tingling sexuality. The sensuously aroused young wife felt herself shiver excitedly as her searching, gently exploring fingers crept back along her naked belly towards the burning moisture-drenched territory of her cunt. It was agony and it was self-inflicted, she knew, but she couldn't live without it! She had to do something ... something ... Steve would probably be late tonight if he was closing that deal at the shopping center ... oh, but if only he could be here! If only he could be here right now with his wonderful, thickly plunging cock!
Slowly, her brain still diluted and dulled by alcohol, she let her hand creep down to the erotically enchanting region of her blondely curling pubic triangle and felt a sublime electric thrill race through her entire naked body. Her fingers moved tenderly over the softly tufted mound and into that erogenous region between her slowly spreading thighs, already seeping moistly with her rising passion.
Oooooooooooooh! Um mm mm mm mm mm m-mmmm," she moaned abandoned now to her self-induced arousal as her probingly outstretched middle finger found the pulsing little bud of her erect little clitoris snugly nestled between her voluptuously fleshy thighs. It quivered beneath her exploring touch and she could feel its ecstatic signals racing throughout her entire nakedly moist body and her immediate, instinctive reaction was to begin twisting and turning excitedly on the soft cushions of the lounge.
With wanton desire, her eagerly trembling fingers encircled the tiny pulsing, erectly tremulous bud of hardened clitoral flesh and she squeezed it between her fingertips, her mouth flying open as the lightening-like flashes of aroused stimulation crashed through her body, causing her nakedly full-mooned breasts to quiver and dance, and her hips to gyrate with a slow, undulating motion. Dimly, as if in the background, she could hear the rhythm of rock-and-roll music which matched her own erotic tempo beat for beat. Then, leaving the palpitating pleasure-sprout, she rubbed her probingly delicate fingers against the lust-lubricated hair-lined lips of her vaginal cavity and felt a new wave of tingling excitement sweep through her until she abandoned that pursuit to return to the erotically excited, erectly quivering bud of her pinkly glistening clitoris. Again and again she caressed and fondled this super-sensitive bud with her hotly moistened fingertips, savoring the lustful tremors of impassioned excitement, while her ass-cheeks clenched tightly together and her hips rotated and lifted off the soft bed of the lounge pumping up and down as if asking for more!
Her other hand now began busily kneading and squeezing her softly pliant, fully rounded breasts, caressing them as they quivered with abandoned pleasure. She took her rosy-hued, distending nipple between her thumb and forefinger, gently rolling the fingers back and forth, feeling new crushing sensations of sublime rapture as the little blossoms sprouted into vigorous, hardened life beneath her expert massaging. From one voluptuous mound to the other her hand traveled, while her other worked still busily down between her lusciously panted legs, one outstretched finger probing the heated inner area of her searingly smoldering vaginal lips.
"Oh Steve," the heatedly excited young wife murmured aloud, "Oh Steve how I need you now! How I crave for the hardness of your magnificent cock up inside the depths of my belly! God, how wonderful it would be to feel you fucking into me right now!"
The hand on her breasts now slithered down over the satiny smoothness of her flat belly to join the other still probing with exploring motions around the heatedly churning territory of her cuntal crevice and began to once again massage the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her hips arched up into the air, the wild rock-and-roll music pounding in her ears like distant thunder, as the blonde young wife abandoned herself to the lustfully erotic passions that spiraled through her nakedly undulating body. Round and round her hips moved, inviting her intruding fingers to enter the hidden secret sanctuary of her openly-spread cunt and soon one outstretched middle finger slid effortlessly into the moistened, fire-filled cavern and felt its soft walls literally snap at it as they closed hungrily around it.
But one small finger wasn't enough, and so soon afterwards another finger joined it ... and then still another until three impaling, lust-lubricated fingers were finger fucking up into the scorching, flame-licked furnace of her vaginal passage while the fingertips of her other hand worked erotically at the pinkly glistening titty of her clitoral flesh. With lust-crazed abandon, the voluptuous young wife writhed unashamed and unrestrained on the soft cushions of the lounge as both her hands worked feverishly around the pulsing, passion-drenched pussy flesh nestled so enticingly up between the fleshy fullness of her creamy young thighs.
Peggy Martin was poised on the brink of her impending orgasmic explosion, every muscle in her body taut, every ounce of her energy concentrated on the lust-inflamed region between her supple, full-fleshed thighs when she became vaguely aware of something ... strange ... foreign ... forbidden ... something was not quite right. Her mind was too dazed by lust and too fogged by alcohol to really concentrate on anything except the burning torrent between her legs where her busily probing, slithering fingers madly went about their erotic work, causing ripple after ripple of heated, unquenchable excitement to spasm through her nakedly thrashing body.
But ... something, she sensed vaguely, was not right. She opened her eyes now, every so slightly and through a tear-clouded vision she saw him. Nemo!
Nemo had grown lonely waiting for his mistress all day long and had simply wandered towards the only familiar scent he knew: Peggy Martin! Silently moving across the yard step by cautious step, he had seen her on the lounge in her spread-thigh position, her hands working in teasing circular motions between her splayed, creamy-fleshed thighs and little human gasps and cries coming from between her well moistened lips. He watched her smoothly soft feminine buttocks rise from the lounge to meet her rhythmically working outstretched fingers and something familiar clicked inside his brain. Something unmistakably warm flowed through him as the unmistakably womanly scent of passion invaded his nostrils and grew stronger and stronger with each step he took towards the wildly thrashing female human. He sensed his own canine loins quivering lustfully as his eyes remained fixed on her naked body...
It was then that Peggy first saw the giant German shepherd, saw the massive animal stepping inch by inch closer to her. She opened her mouth wide in amazement, then said coaxingly, "Well, look who's here! Come to give me a little of the same treatment you gave Ellen, have you?" Her hands stopped their busy manipulations then, freezing in their lewd position between her open thighs and she heard him whimper mournfully beside her. She removed one hand from the steaming channel of her clenching cunt and she reached it out towards him as if in a gesture of welcome as he cautiously edged up beside her.
Nemo sniffed tentatively at her outstretched hand and at once a shiver of lustful arousal swept his canine loins as he instantly recognized the sweet aroma of human female excitement that clung with the moisture of her cunt to her fingers. Abruptly, he leaned his head down to lick out hotly with his wet, rough-skinned tongue against the smooth, nakedly exposed flesh of her sun-tanned belly.
"Oh, you big beautiful beast! Oh, yes!" Peggy moaned with rising excitement as the lewdly provocative images of Ellen and Nemo on the bathroom floor once again flooded her fevered mind. "Yes, big boy, do it to me! Lick me up between my legs, Nemo, lick me!"
In her lust-crazed excitement, Peggy reached out to the licking dog once again and lost her balance, falling off of the lounge onto the softness of the green grass. Again his hotly moist tongue licked along the velvety skin of her belly and an excruciating ripple of abandoned passion swept over her like a tidal wave. Again and again he did it, the searing spread length of his pink, fleshy tongue laving against the sensitive skin of her sucked-in belly, causing continuous trembling impulses to crash through her nakedly eager body!
It was even a struggle for the blonde-haired young wife to raise her head to look at the madly licking beast, her gasping breaths making her voluptuously rounded breasts rise and fall, their erect fullness half hiding her view as she stained to see his long, pinkly hot tongue actually licking upward over the tremulous satiny smoothness of her stomach! Higher and higher he moved, relentlessly lapping until he was finally tongue-caressing the rounded, full undersides of her excitedly quivering breasts, ever creeping upward over their melon-shaped contours toward the tiny, pink marble blossoms of her nipples!
Spellbound, anticipating the same crazed passion she had seen in her neighbor, Peggy couldn't hold back the gasping moan that rushed past her moistened lips when his feverish, flame-licking oral instrument actually reached them, wetly grazing the sensitively ripened, erectly throbbing buds over and over to send maddeningly aroused spasms of sublime pleasure spiraling through her nakedly glistening body in the warm afternoon sunshine.
"Oh, yes! Nemo, you really know how to make a woman happy, don't you?" she groaned. "Oh, you're a good boy, such a good boy! Yes, keep it up, you beautiful lover! Don't stop, don't ever stop, big boy!"
The young blonde-haired wife could hardly think much less speak then as the hotly licking tongue worked damply over the nakedly quaking mounds of her breasts fanning the already heated flames of her rapturous desire. She heard his deep-throated whimper and her eyes widened to take in all of his loving, licking performance ... and then, abruptly, he stopped.
"Hey, lover, don't leave me like this," she pleaded and then the young wife's breath caught in her throat as she raised her head to watch the shepherd poise there with his long nose just above the voluptuously enticing "vee" between her wide-splayed thighs! "Yes, yes," she cried, "lick me there, lover! Oh lick my cunt like you licked Ellen's cunt! Oh, be a good boy for Peggy, won't you?"
Slowly, his head lowered as she watched, half crazy with wild anticipation as his hot animal breaths wisped through her curly pubic forest. His wet nose coolly brushed against the softly creamy, warm flesh of her inner thigh and then against the feverish lips of her cuntal crevice! She heard the dog whimper again as he sniffed the provocative aroma of her female excitement, his obscene investigation of her seething inner sanctuary nearly driving her out of her mind with lust-crazed anticipation.
"Oh, don't wait any longer, big boy!, " she cried out loud. "Please, lick my cunt like a good boy! Oh, lick your tongue deep up inside it good you great big brute! Oh yes!" She groaned as she lifted her legs up and back to expose the nakedness of her vaginal plane and buttocks to him.
Then the passion-inflamed young wife felt his cool, damp nose moving down below her vaginal curls and rubbing wetly, provocatively, against the tiny puckered ring of her anal opening, which caused her some surprise but even more delight! She ground her hips towards him in ecstatic welcome, gasping as his hotly liquid tongue snaked out to wormingly lick up and down the smooth-skinned crevice surrounding her now tightly clenched little rectal mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its roundly ovaled lips!
"Oh God! You really know how to turn a woman on, don't you, Nemo! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! She gasped, straining for breath. She followed his head now with her eyes as he once again lowered it and she felt his wet, fire-filled tongue exploring between her open, welcoming thighs. Her entire body trembled and she groaned again in a building mindlessness of completely abandoned, erotic pleasure as he fluidly drew his simmering oral instrument upward over the full length of her wildly pulsing pussy!
"Ummmmmmm mmmmooooooooooooo www-www ww!" she moaned to express the lewd sensations stabbing inward towards her tremulous belly.
Again, he did the same thing, this time with his long thick animal tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal lips like a licking flame. And it didn't stop, but continued relentlessly spreading and licking and lathing at the nakedly exposed, pinkly glistening flesh, at last pausing to flick out in a sensuous curling motion far up into the furnace of her boiling hot vaginal chamber! The feverishly impassioned young wife could only groan and gasp and murmur incoherent endearments as she writhed in uncontrollable wild thrashings in response to the erotically stimulating oral caressing of the enormous German Shepard that belonged to her voluptuous blonde neighbor!
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh, don't stop now ... don't ever stop ... never ... lick me good ... oh, lick my pussy ... ooooooooooooooooooooo-oooooooooaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!"
At that point in her breath-taking, frantic arousal, the nakedly rocking young wife didn't care about anything else in the world except the prurient excitement exploding through her loins from the wetly slaving tongue of her neighbor's dog. She didn't care if her husband came home and saw her, nor if Ellen herself suddenly appeared to see her wildly licking dog in between Peggy's lewdly spread legs. All she cared about was the obscene sensuous delight his fire-filled licking was sending flickering through her helplessly trembling body. Her own whimpers audibly increased and over the remote thundering of the rock-and-roll music she could hear the dog whining and whimpering, too, which only incensed her already dizzyingly impassioned lust! Her liquor-glazed mind sunk deeper into an enchanted oblivion as his incessantly beautiful, wonderfully pleasure-bringing tongue stroked and bathed her nakedly glistening womanly flesh.
Peggy didn't know how long it went on. It seemed like one mere flash of a moment; it seemed like an infinite eternity in her erotically stimulated intoxication. All she knew was that he continued with his heavenly searing tongue wetly licking around and through and over her liquid, desire-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was moaning and squirming her while nakedly frenzied body beneath his erotically powerful lashings.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Ooooooooo-ooooooooooooh," she murmured with a husky, throaty Voice as he flicked the full mesmerizing length of his oral organ in a heated, flame-licking coil up into the madly clutching mouth of the secretly womanly sanctuary up between her legs.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh, make me cum ... make me cum all over your tongue ... yeeeeeeeeeeeees ... pleeeeeeeeeeease, make me cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, lover!"
The young blonde was nearly driven out of her senses and now reached down to gently grasp his huge head, drawing it tighter into her as with an animalish groan of her own, she drew her knees up all the way back to the quivering, ruby-tipped mounds of her moon-rounded breasts, pulling his long canine nose even tighter down into the wetly pulsing region of her torridly broiling cunt! "Oooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Nemo knew very well what he was doing and delighted in playing his special game with still another human female and one he knew to be a friend of his beautiful new mistress. His eager tongue flicked up the hotly clasping, soft-walled passage like a fire-brand, his own canine whines blending with those of the passion-dazed young woman as he lovingly licked and swirled into the shimmering pink flesh between her eagerly spread thighs and buttocks.
"Oh, you ... big ... beautiful ... cunt-lover!
Ooooooooooh! Lick me ... lick my cunt ... yes, lick me good, lover!" she pleaded in unknown salacity, undulating her opened, obscenely presented loins and trembling round buttocks up against his hotly spearing, devilishly slaving tongue!"
Nemo could feel a burning fever in his own loins growing steadily as he smelled and tasted the exotic juiciness of her sweetly aromatic female human passion, the distinct flavor ot it spurring his own animal instincts and passions higher and higher. He knew the feeling very well and he knew, too, that this incredibly aroused young human female would know how to release the burning, mind-enveloping pressure that swirled madly now in his cum-laden balls, desperately yearning to escape through the long hot hardness of his dog-cock.
Peggy actually cried out when his magnificently licking,-tongue suddenly deserted her shamelessly aroused pussy, and she looked him straight in the eye when she lifted her head. "Oh my darling boy ... what is it? What's the matter? Please, ... lover ... don't leave me now! What ... what is it?"
The young wife was seized by a lustful panic and watched the massive dog as he moved around to her side, stepping carefully from between her invitingly parted legs. Then, he nosed her against her softly sloping hip in a gesture that she suddenly found herself understanding! He ... he wants me to ... to turn over onto my stomach! Emphatically, he nudged against her harder, the deep sounds coming from his broad chest almost frightening the young blonde wife!
"Hold on, darling. I've got a better idea," she said, reaching up to the lounge and pulling down two of the soft cushions. Her eyes glowed with the wanton lasciviousness of her intended act and her heart pounded forcefully against her chest, causing her enormously rounded breasts to quiver violently. She raised her hips up then and slid the soft cushions underneath so as to uplift her naked exposed cunt, and then spread her creamy, satin-smooth thighs wide apart in open invitation to the panting, trembling animal who stood before her, his molten black eyes locked on the softly pulsing flesh of her vaginal region. She spread her thighs again even wider, sensing that this was what he wanted her to do, breathlessly picturing her naked smoothness as it must appear to the lust-driven animal. She lay perfectly still, feeling his hot, panting breaths whisking against the softly curling hairs of her pubic triangle. And then she almost cried out when she felt once again the lewd, forbidden delight of his thick wet tongue slithering into the smooth dampened crevice up between her openly welcoming thighs.
At first, Nemo had been confused. His first mistress had always taught him to take her from behind and it wasn't clear to him what this human female wanted him to do. If she wasn't on her knees, then. . . ? But the way she was looking at him, the way her breath was coming in ragged spurts, the way her eyes were glazed with forbidden lust ... it must be alright this way! So he moved forward, easily mounting between her cushion-raised loins feeling once again the hot wetness of her sweet-smelling vagina as his tongue began to roam its warm liquid heat.
Peggy's moans were beyond all control now, sensations like passion-driven electric shocks shaking her naked body and tantalizing her simmering cunt and belly. The obscene desire to reach down with her small hands to lewdly spread the lush cheeks of her ass open, offering him enticing access to her tiny puckered anal ring, was as intense as the boiling inferno raging at the base of her hungrily pulsing loins! She felt his loving hot tongue wetly caressing the hair-fringed lips of her lust-inflamed pussy, then licking with an insane firebrand heat along its flushed folds on its forbidden way toward the flower-petal mouth of her vaginal womb.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooh!" she cried, feeling as though the last remnants of her sanity were about to fly away. It was all beyond anything she had ever conjured even in her most vividly alive sexual fantasies ... but then, she felt his animal nose nudging at her again and it was clear that he was ready now, ready to do what she had long known she wanted him to do! Get up between her legs on top of her and fuck her!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Peggy wailed as Nemo drew his thick, rough-skinned tongue up through the full length of her wet, fire-filled cuntal crevice and she eagerly spread her legs even further apart to open her throbbing wet pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long, spiraling animal tongue lunged out with a fierce carnal desire, sweeping hotly through the wet inner flesh and flicking heatedly at the greedily clasping mouth of her aching vagina. He was purposely inflaming her upraised loins to great heat before he entered the warm wet sanctuary with his spearing animal-cock!
She tensed as she felt his powerful body crowding hotly in towards her nakedly exposed cushion-raised cunt ... yes, he's ready ... good and ready ... yes! He's going to fuck me now! Ooooooooooooooh!
Peggy was desperate, her passion burning within her naked lusting body with such intensity that she would do anything, anything at all to hasten his entry into her steaming, flame-licked loins! She hugged him at first, her soft, moistened lips kissing his long snout and large limpid eyes while he tried vainly to answer with his tongue. But then, she was reaching down beneath him until he felt her gentle, loving fingers begin to surround the pendulous, cum-laden balls beneath his belly ... and then her fingers were fondling warmly the length of his emerging animal penis and parting the soft dark curls of her pubic hair with the tapered end of it! She was pressing it, pressing it gently right up into the warmly pulsating entrance of her hotly waiting cunt!
Nemo was relieved at once to know that this strange but aromatically sweet woman did indeed want him to fuck her ... but it was so strange ... he had never fucked a human female except from behind before ... and he still wasn't absolutely sure that it was alright ... but she seemed to want him to fuck her that way ... she had guided the throbbing tapered tip of his scarlet dog-cock to the lust-lubricated mouth of her vibrantly pulsing vaginal lair ... and then it was more a matter of nature than of reason!
Instinctively, as the powerful shepherd felt the moistly clasping human cuntal flesh tickling and teasing at the tip of his hot animal hardness, he did what his ages-old instincts told him to do! He fucked hard into the warmly greeting human hole! He hadn't any conception of his own strength so he hadn't any mercy as the huge black dog humped his haunches forward up between her widespread thighs and sunk his long palpitating length of blood-pounding dog-cock into the upturned channel of this young woman's cunt! He squatted somewhat on his hind legs to be able to do it effectively, to bury it as deep as it would travel inside her hotly squirming, seething belly. Immediately, he felt his sperm-encased, sperm-filled testicles slapping up against the smooth, wide-splayed crevice between the crescent-shaped mounds of her buttocks as he fucked into her with all the animal fury he possessed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuiiiiii ugh ! Ooooooooowwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaoooooo!" Peggy wailed at the unbelievably satisfying first penetration of his massively hardened cock, but there was very little chance to linger over the excruciating pleasure as it filled her passion-dilated cuntal wetness and then fucked out ... and then stormed in once again! A dozen or perhaps more rapid-fire, cunt-reaming thrusts burrowed their way deep inside her moistly clenching vagina before she fully came to grips with what was happening to her so intense was his animalistic assault on the helplessly aroused young neighbor. like the powerful animal that he was, his plunging dog-cock slammed deep up into the wetly aching depths of her open womb. She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind blinded and tormented by the screaming intensity of her rampant desire, the very soul of her cunt inflamed with a raging wave of unparalleled lust!
Maddening delights of forbidden ecstasy filled her lewdly straining nakedness and the frenetic young woman could do no more than groan and moan and squirm salaciously around beneath the big beautiful beast that belonged to her neighbor as she offered the whole of her voluptuous, sensual nakedness of her wide-splayed cunt up to him to fuck as long and as hard as he pleased! She strained to look down between them and watch with a mesmerized fascination as the red-hot rod of massively thickened dog-cock slithered in and out of her raging hot vagina with breathtaking charges, fucking its way to the furry hilt in her ravished cuntal passage, his heavy, cum-laden balls slapping heavily down against the tiny, pinkly puckered ring of her ass-hole between her widespread young buttocks!
Her breasts quivered violently from ever cunt-splitting plunge, her brain reeling and rocking in the blinding whirlpool of her forbidden lust! She gasped and groaned and tried desperately to watch as the glistening scarlet shaft of tapered hardness pistoned deep into her wetly clasping cunt and she kicked her legs out, wrapping them around his strong, broad back to rhythmically lift her fiery loins in a wildly obscene grinding motion to meet his powerful, lust-driven strokes with lewd, ecstatic abandon.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, you big ... beautiful ... beast ... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, unable to contain the fiercely glowing fires of her outrageously wanton desire. She could feet the pressure of her own volcanic eruption building, growing, rising inside her fire-filled loins and she knew it wouldn't be long now before the final mind-shattering explosion shuttered through her heatedly striving, intensely thrashing nakedness. It would be more wonderful, more magnificent, more breathtaking and enthralling than any orgasm she had ever experienced in her long and varied sexual career-and all thanks to this brutally fucking, wildly plunging German shepherd!
There was only one thing to do ... she must talk to Steve about getting a dog ... perhaps another big, magnificent shepherd ... or perhaps an enormous Doberman pinscher ... yes, she would definitely have to talk with Steve when he came home...
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen Johnson eased her small Porsche into the driveway, switched off the engine, folded her arms across the steering wheel and lowered her head to rest on her arms. God, what happened to me today? Why couldn't I get myself together? Will this feeling of guilt never leave me? I know what I'll have to do, of course. I'll just have to tell Tom all about it when he gets back ... I know he'll understand ... I hope he can forgive me. . .
Ellen was not the type of woman, she thought, who would purposely and with premeditated intention go out and cheat on her husband. No, she had known Tom was a traveling salesman when she married him and the idea of being unfaithful to him had always been abhorrent to her, even though, of course, she would have ample opportunity. No, she thought, I am not a sex-fiend nor a nymphomaniac and I know I can survive without him for as long as necessary ... even though I do enjoy sex tremendously ... at least with Tom I do!
No, she had never even dreamed of cheating on Tom with another man ... but now! Now she had actually let a dog fuck her ... but what was worse, she had actually enjoyed it! Oh God! It's just that ... well, I get so lonely sometimes! I can't help it if I have the normal human desires, can I? Oh, Tom!
She sat there at the wheel for a while longer, waiting for the mood of gloomy desperation to rise and leave her in peace. At last with a great chest-heaving sigh, she gathered her purse and keys, slid out of the car and went to the front door, which she opened with her key.
The young brunette had expected Nemo to greet her at the door, tail wagging, mouth panting happily, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he rushed up to greet his fond mistress. She had been thinking about him all day at work and all the way home in the car, eager to once again look on his handsome, loveable face. She had hoped, of course, that he wouldn't be too angry with her for leaving him alone all day; she had tried to explain to him before she left, but the blank gaze in his eyes had told her that he didn't really understand. Before leaving, she had taken his head in her hands and kissed the top of it while her soft young hands stroked gently along his back and chest. Meanwhile, he had simply gazed up at her with those soulful, beautiful dark eyes-God, how he looked at her! It was almost as if he was losing her forever and was helpless to do anything about it! It wasn't any easier for the young brunette to say good-bye to her pet than it had been for her to say good-bye to her husband, Tom!
But now she was home, home at last, eager to once again wrap her soft young arms around his short-furred neck and to see those limpid black eyes gazing happily up at her!
"Nemo! Nemo, boy, where are you? Here, boy, come here!" the young wife called. Nothing. She cocked her head to listen, to try to catch the sounds of the tags tinkling on his collar as he moved ... nothing. "Nemo! Here, boy! Where are you?" she called again. Nothing. Silence. Anxiously, her heart pounding and thumping in her chest, she ran through the house, searching it room by room, looking under the bed, behind the sofa, in the shower stall, under the dining room table ... nothing. "Nemo! Nemo, boy, come here! Please, come here," she cried out, her voice ringing with the keen anxious desperation clawing at her heart.
Oh God! I'll never forgive myself if something has happened to him! Oh, what if he has run away?
No, no, he wouldn't do that! But where could he be?
Ellen dashed out to the back yard, her eyes quickly surveying the entire landscape-but she saw no sign of her beloved German shepherd.
Suddenly, she froze. A voice crashed into her ears from Peggy Martin's yard. Yes, it was Peggy's voice crying "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!" Filled with fresh apprehension, the tearful young brunette walked with weak knees towards the fence. It was then that she saw-her own gate was open! So! That's how he got out!
Again, suddenly the young brunette froze. She heard a whimper a clearly animal whimper. Nemo! That was Nemo, she would recognize him anywhere! But ... with Peggy? Was he ... could he be ... fucking Peggy?
When she reached the gate of Peggy's yard and pushed it open, her eyes scanned the yard and finally found them locked lewdly and nakedly together ... Peggy and Nemo...
Ellen Johnson stood at the gate of her neighbor's yard with her eyes and mouth wide open in horrified disbelief! She couldn't move, she couldn't think, her mind and her body were paralyzed by the obscene tableau being enacted before her sea green eyes right in her neighbor's back yard where practically the entire neighborhood, if they were listening, could hear the lewd moanings and groanings and whimperings of the madly passionate pair on the grass.
Peggy's loins were lifted off the ground, on two large soft lounge cushions, rising and falling with the steadily growing rhythm of her lewd lust her naked sun-tanned young body glistening with moisture. In front of her loins, humping over her nakedness was Ellen's own pet dog, Nemo, and she could see his long, thick, scarlet dog-cock fucking wetly in and out of Peggy's nakedly exposed cunt! Peggy's eyes were closed, her head was flailing madly from side to side as whimpers of aroused, excited delight escaped from between her moistly parted lips while the masculine organ of Nemo's lust pounded into her.
The young brunette finally began to approach cautiously, step by step, afraid of making any sound or abrupt movement for fear of distracting the lewdly fucking couple. Her mind was swimming within her head ... how could Nemo be so disloyal? What made him come over here in the first" place? How had Peggy managed to seduce him? Didn't he feel any affection for Ellen at all? Didn't he know how much he meant to her? How could he so ruthlessly betray her-and with Peggy Martin, no less!
And Peggy! What kind of perverted sex-fiend was she, shamelessly fucking with a German shepherd right in her own back yard where anyone at all might see her? True, her yard was fenced ... but anyone could wander in as Ellen had just done! Why, the paperboy could have found her like this, nakedly writhing and thrashing with fiery passion. Brazenly and wantonly fucking with the neighbor's massive dog! Or her husband! God, what would Steve think if he found his wife there in their back yard, nakedly displayed, her steaming, striving cunt welcoming each new dog-thrusting plunge with wild animated cries of sexual passion?
And I thought Peggy was my friend! God, how could she do such a wickedly evil thing? And Nemo! My own dear dog! Damn you, making love to this strange woman when I have been thinking about you, wanting to be with you, all day long! You are MY dog, MY friend ... MY ... lover! Oh, how could you!
The young distraught brunette inched closer to the madly fucking pair, watching the soft hair-fringed lips of Peggy's hotly working vagina disappear up inside her inwardly sucking cunt walls each time Nemo lunged into her with his sex-spearing cock, and watching those same soft pinkly glistening lips pulling all the way back out as Nemo fucked back out with his mammothly swollen member on the out-stroke. The sight was like a magnet, mesmerizing the bewildered young wife as she crept cautiously forward, watching with stunned fascination as the enormous dog fucked time and time again brutally into the warmly welcoming cunt of Peggy Martin, his every muscle taut and rippling against his short-furred skin as Peggy rocked and writhed nakedly beneath his brutal in-fucker.
As for Peggy, she was aware of nothing in the world except that madly storming, thickly turgid dog-cock smashing into the heatedly soft-walled depths of her vaginal hole and each new plundering plunge brought new and ecstatic waves of sublime pleasure rippling through her naked body, causing her huge, firmly rounded breasts to quiver and tremble violently. If anyone had ever told her that this would happen some day ... well, she would have told them they were crazy. But now, now she wanted his dog-cock, wanting to feel his shooting white-hot cum spraying unrelentingly up into her thirstily aching cunt. She hungered for it to crash against the hotly sucking walls of her vaginal furnace and to feel the sticky streams of it dribbling down the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Raging tongues of searing hot flames licked between her tremulous thighs and her wildly inflamed cunt glowed with the scalding passion of his viscious, inhuman invasion! Damn, she was nearly exploding with mind-shattering passion as she listened to him whining and whimpering with the strange animalism of his own passion!
Ellen still walked tentatively forward, her mind devastated and defiled with the lust-driven sight before her-her own neighbor and friend making mad and passionate love with her own precious dog-lover! No, no, it can't be! It just can't! And yet ... yet ... Peggy looks so beautiful lying there ... so vibrantly alive ... so recklessly loving ... it was almost as if ... she were an animal herself ... a hungry, greedy, sexually appetizing animal. . .
Incredibly, Nemo never stirred, never ceased his unrelenting fucking into the softly inviting pussy flesh of Peggy Martin. He sensed that his mistress was approaching ... soon he could begin to catch the distinctive aroma of her excited, aroused womanhood, mingling salaciously with the same sweetly pungent fragrance of the woman below him ... but he didn't stop his obscene task ... he couldn't have stopped then even if he wanted to because of the fiercely burning fire raging through his cum-filled balls, aching to escape through the long hot hardness of his scarlet dog-cock into the warmly welcoming channel of the human woman's sex-hole! He knew that after he was finished with his erotic work after the explosion building in his balk had stormed through his madly throbbing cock, that then he would go to his mistress ... but not now, no not now...
Peggy shivered at the sound of the loving beast's harsh guttural snarls as at the same instant his haunches began to fuck even more furiously in and out of her steaming, flame-scorched cuntal canal, plunging in until his tapered cock-tip bashed against her cervix. Yet there was still another surprise in store for the young brunette as she opened her eyes and saw-Ellen Johnson! Her young neighbor was standing there, next to the wildly fucking pair-and she was taking her clothes off! Her trembling hands were practically ripping the clothes from her body and now she was kneeling down, inching closer and closer, her wide-open eyes fixed on Peggy's churning, swaying, thrashing loins where Nemo was fucking into her with all his might! Christ, it looks like she wants to join in!
Suddenly, Peggy felt warm, small hands kneading at her breasts as she looked up to see the moistly glistening, wide-splaying lips of Ellen's blonde curled cunt hovering over her face! Without a moment's hesitation, Peggy reached up and drew Ellen's quivering loins down hard over her lips while the young neighbor continued to caress and knead at Peggy's voluptuously tremulous breasts, teasing and tweaking the ruby-red nipples into vibrantly distended erection. Peggy suddenly opened her mouth to let her moistly pink tongue play shamelessly along her lips, then quickly lashed out with it to hotly lick at the soft, hair-lined lips of Ellen's quivering cunt!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh" the young brunette moaned as her blonde neighbor teased the soft glistening folds of her warmly inviting cunt with her slithering pink tongue, sending mad swirling steams of fiery passion surging through her loins and crashing through her naked body as it crouched there above the anxiously, frantically fucking nakedness of Peggy Martin!
Peggy was besides herself with the passionate ecstasy of furiously licking the seething, seeping moist cunt of Ellen Johnson and she moaned around her hotly flicking tongue as she felt Nemo's hard scarlet thickness storming into her wildly sucking cunt which clung convulsively to the spearing rod until she thought she would burst from the sheer, agonizing pleasure of it all! Her warmly lashing tongue seemed to drink in the sweet sexual juices of her curvaceous young neighbor, reveling in the softly warm folds of her cunt and then with a wetly licking curl, surging up into thy warm wetness of the hotly clutching cavity and basking in the tantalizing warm sucking of it while her own crazily aroused cunt sheathed Nemo's enormously elongated cock like a tight-fitting glove and she could sense that he was ready to cum, ready to spill out his love-juices deep up into the warmly waiting receptacle of her wildly straining cunt!
And then suddenly, like a hurricane unleashing its full fury, her own dynamic explosion reverberated throughout her shuttering, spasming body, surging through her loins like wild flames, convulsing her every muscle as it rippled over her lust-driven body! Oh God! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming!
The wild flames of searing, sublime release tore through her nakedness, causing her to thrash upwards in one enormously convulsive shutter as its violent tremor held her there for what seemed like forever, her mouth hanging open in a soundless scream, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets!
And then, with equal suddenness, she could feel the dog's thickly turgid cock convulse wildly and begin to jerk deep in the darkened, warmly clenching recesses of her vagina, filling the hotly flaming cavern with a powerful streaming force of scalding liquid that splashed and crashed against the soft, clinging walls! It was spewing viscously from deep in the fur-covered well of his testicles, filling her cunt until it began to overflow back out warmly, dripping down the softly pliant flesh .of her cream-like thighs while her tongue worked ever more voraciously within the heated depths of Ellen's love-hungry cunt, flicking and lashing hotly as the young brunette moaned eagerly above her!
Time and Time again, as if bursting forth from a never-ending spring, Nemo's cum spurted into her hotly clutching cunt and she felt as if a bomb had exploded inside of her belly as the scalding thick liquid continued to pour into her while the tremors of her own orgasm began to finally subside in her tremulously excited young body. She wanted to scream, to cry out like a wild animal, but instead she madly licked and flicked her tongue up deep into the warm steaming tunnel of Ellen Johnson's hungrily striving young cunt.
And then, at last, after a long silence punctuated only by their panting gasps, Ellen fell to the side, Nemo backed away, and Peggy was left, hips still propped up on the soft lounge cushions, eyes still closed, chest still heaving under her tremulously quivering breasts, in the aftermath of her sexual delirium...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh my God, Peggy, what have I done? What can I say," Ellen moaned softly as she sat, nakedly whimpering, on the soft green grass of her neighbor's yard, her flushed face buried in her small hands.
"What you can say is that you have no regrets," Peggy answered firmly, running her own hand across her neighbor's head and stroking soothingly along her long brown hair. "What is done is done ... and you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Oh, Peggy! I ... I ... I don't know what to think anymore," the young wife stammered, awash in the confusion of her own emotions. "It's all ... so strange to me ... so different ... I ... I can't believe that ... that I actually did that. . . " And it was true. The young brunette didn't know what came over her, couldn't quite understand how her own instant jealousy had somehow dissolved into unquenchable lust. But when she had seen them there, Peggy and Nemo, on the soft green coolness of the summer grass, obscenely fucking like that, her own dog's lust-hardened cock buried to its hilt in her neighbor's moistly luscious cunt ... something wild took hold of her, something strange and foreign and unexplainable!
"Listen to me. I know why you did it ... and I also know why you were fucking with Nemo yourself last night!" Peggy said comfortingly, still stroking the young brunette's softly flowing hair.
"B-but ... h-how?" Ellen stuttered, her tear filled eyes flying open.
"I saw you, that's how I know. I had come over to borrow some gin ... and I hears strange noises ... " her neighbor replied, wrapping her arms warmly around the sobbing naked girl and drawing her close to her own voluptuously rounded breasts. "But it's okay. Don't cry. It's not so bad. It was an accident, you know, and, believe me, I don't think any the less of you for it!"
Ellen lifted her flushed, tear-streaked face. "W-what d-do you mean?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Steve and I have been looking for some other ... shall we say, 'sexually adventurous' ... young couples around here. And we sort of had our eye on you and Tom.
Now..."
"Oh Peggy! That's terrible! You shouldn't say things like that!" Ellen wailed as the other woman drew her close once again, and Ellen could smell the sweet fragrance of her womanliness as she cried onto Peggy's warmly soft skin.
"Ellen, let's face it," Peggy said with a soothing, consoling tone. "We are both of us highly sexed young women. There's no shame in that, now is there?" Her arm that had been wrapped around Ellen's shoulder now dropped to the tremulously inviting mounds of her breasts and gently began to massage one of those twin voluptuous spheres with gentle tenderness. "And there's nothing at all wrong with having more than one single outlet for your sexual energies. I mean, why the hell should your husband be the only one to enjoy the fruits of your sexuality? Suppose your appetite is stronger than his?"
Ellen could not refuse the logic of her neighbor ... but at the moment she couldn't even begin to offer a rebuff because now her tormented mind was even more confused by the warmly caressing hand manipulating the softly supple skin of her voluptuous breast. "Peggy ... what are you....? "
"I'm trying to convince you that you've done nothing wrong," Peggy answered firmly yet comfortingly, her arm now pulling Ellen down until she lay prone on the ground, staring up at her sensuous blonde neighbor with the look of a small frightened animal. "You've got one hot little cunt up between your legs Ellen and the sooner you start to realize its full potential, the better!" Peggy could feel the rising tide of passion in her own body and although her young brown-haired neighbor didn't seem yet to be more than a mute accomplice to her sexual explorations, she didn't protest, either!
Peggy sat on the cool grass next to her young naked neighbor, appreciatively studying the hills and valleys of her voluptuously contoured body. Yes, it was no wonder her husband Steve had been hot for this young woman! The young blonde stretched out her arms and began massaging the upswinging young breasts of her neighbor, one with each small but expert hand. Quivers of shivering desire began to ripple through the young brunette's alluringly naked body as the other woman gently caressed and kneaded at the soft cream-white flesh of her naked breasts and she could feel the beginning stirrings of fiery desire seeping into her loins ... already that tell-tale moisture began to burn down the smooth secretive flesh of her thighs! She could hear her neighbor moaning with pleasure above her and suddenly felt her own legs begin to spread wide in open invitation to the sexual stimulation of her neighbor.
"Do you see what I mean?" Peggy crooned softly.
"Oh yes, yes!" Ellen nearly shrieked. "Yes!"
"Then ... shall we have a good time together this afternoon? Just you and me ... and Nemo?"
"Oh yes, Peggy! Please!" the young brunette moaned, listening to the sighing-like breathing of her curvaceously naked blonde-haired neighbor.
Suddenly, the enormous dark-haired shepherd was beside them, looking down like a wounded puppy at his nakedly panting mistress. Peggy reached a hand over to him, stroking him lovingly along his strong, muscular young flanks. "That's okay, big boy," she cooed softly to him. "We haven't forgotten you. We'll let you in on the fun, don't worry!"
And then she returned her attention to her beautifully raven-haired young neighbor. Nemo may have felt a little ill-at-ease, but Peggy felt a delirious stab of excitement rip through her naked body as she warmly massaged the twin peaks of Ellen's sensuously tempting mounds of flesh, taking the nipples between her fingers and teasing them into vibrant, vividly pulsing erection! She heard her young neighbor moan with sublime pleasure saw the young brunette's legs slowly sliding helplessly apart in anticipation of the even more lewdly exciting delights that were to come. It had been a long time since Peggy had felt the wonderful thrill of making love to another woman, many, many months since she had warmly caressed another woman's breasts or let her tongue flick wet and hot up into a softly inviting cunt!
Suddenly, Ellen felt Peggy's warm skin on her own and felt the dark-haired woman's body sliding down over her own. Ellen saw her then kneeling on the grass between her own obscenely spread legs and she could feel an instant shiver race through her nakedly trembling body when Peggy ran two tantalizing fingers along the smooth soft skin of her inner thighs.
"Ooooooh! Peeeeggyy!! " the young brunette moaned as the fingers warmly traced delicate little titillating patterns along the velvety creaminess of her thighs. And then a new shutter of salacious desire swept through her as she felt Peggy's eagerly probing fingers first come into electric contract with the soft, moist folds of her aching vagina! Oh, she's going to touch me there! Oh yes! Yes! Oh, it will be so wonderful because her fingers will make this awful, gnawing anguish disappear! And then ... then we'll both share my wonderful Nemo! And Peggy continued her tantalizing play around Ellen's lovely pink vagina, alternating little tickling motions with slow circular ones in those luscious crimson folds.
Peggy could feel Ellen's lust-provoked moisture sliding around her playing fingers as the young blonde became more and more wantonly aroused from the warmly gentle finger-fun, from the intense yet gentle pressure of her erotically exploring fingers. Peggy shifted, without moving her hand to lie down beside the nakedly undulating body of her young neighbor, her own tantalizingly full breasts quivering and trembling from the mounting excitement crashing through her loins. A new shiver of pleasure raced through Peggy Martin as she leaned down and felt the soft skin of Ellen's thighs against her own hard, distended rosy-hued nipple buds. And then, Peggy pushed herself up between Ellen's legs and brushed and swayed her breasts against her tender inner thighs again by moving her body slowly, deliberately provocative, from side to side, while her fingers joyfully teased at the warm, wet folds of Ellen's moisture-drenched cunt.
"Oooaauugh!" Ellen moaned, no longer knowing or caring about anything except the tantalizing fingers that were sending flashes of pussy flaring sensations searing through her nakedly undulating body. Her own cuntal channel was by this time well-lubricated and the inner muscles were contracting convulsively as Peggy then worked her two center fingers into the wetly surrendering channel up to the palm of her hand! Now her other hand went to Ellen's roundly smooth buttocks and slowly smooth around the lust full moons while her serpent-like tongue toyed around the gentle indentation of Ellen's navel!
"Mmmmmmmmm! Ooooowwww!" Ellen cried, her eyes flying open now, watching the lewd ministration of her naked neighbor. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Nemo sitting obediently beside them, his eyes fixed on their naked contortions, his long pink tongue lolling out of his panting mouth, patiently awaiting their next command to him.
But Nemo didn't keep her attention for long, because now Ellen could feel Peggy introducing still another finger into her hotly enveloping cuntal opening, plunging up through the ring of her wildly contracting muscles into the soft-walled depths of her raging cuntal furnace. The young brunette reflexively arched her back in welcome to Peggy's vagina-plundering fingers and she could feel the rising pressure of rampant sexual desire quivering in her belly while her buttocks were being gently, salaciously squeezed in a tempo to match that of the salaciously circling fingers fucking up into her openly spread cunt!
"Ummmmmmmm ... you like that?" Peggy moaned above her.
"Yeeeeeees! Ooooooooh, yeeeeeees," Ellen cried, feeling her own body going almost out of control with the madly swirling passions spiraling within it. Delightful spasms began now to rack her body as she bucked and rocked beneath the steady expert hand of her young blonde neighbor ... the hand that seemed by now to be almost a part of her insides as it molded to the wetly clinging contours of her cunt walls. Her legs kicked out wide and back and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rhythmically rolling hips and the warm softness of Peggy's tongue on her stomach was driving her frantic with lust-crazed desire. It was all so good ... so new and different ... and so wonderful ... if it never ever stopped, that would be much too soon! She felt the floods of moisture seeping down the alabaster flesh of her inner thighs and suddenly Peggy's tongue was moving down ... down ... down...
Ellen was no longer conscious of anything other than her own fiery needs. She let out a low moaning growl ... her head tossed from side to side, wildly thrashing ... her hands went down to Peggy's head and held it ... held it as Peggy continued to tantalizingly lick at her steadily flowing cunt juices ... to tease with excruciating pleasure at her flame-licked loins! Her lips mumbled incoherent grumbles now as she heard Nemo's whining simper beside her and she desperately wanted him, too!
Peggy's other hand now found the opening between Ellen's buttocks and she slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectal opening. She wormed it in as far as the flat of her palm ... swiveled it playfully and slid in and out of the warmly moist opening in rhythmic tempo to the fingers that were skewing still into the brunette's erotically seething cunt...
And then it happened. Peggy heard a wild wailing emerging from Ellen's throat. "I'm cuuuuming!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Steven Martin stepped out of his car, slammed the door closed and practically skipped into the house, holding a champagne bottle in one hand and one bunch of long-stemmed red roses in the other. Today he had cinched quite a deal and he meant to celebrate with his wife-and celebrate in style. First, they would drink the champagne ... then he would make mad and passionate love to her, make her scream and beg for more as he fucked into her with all his young masculine strength ... and afterwards, they would go down to the Marina Inn for a nice intimate dinner in a quiet, dimly lit corner ... and maybe after that they would go over to Alberto's and dance and dance and dance until they closed the place up for the night!
He opened the front door with his key and walked into the house. That's strange ... it's so quiet! "Hey, Peggy! I'm home!" he cried. Silence. "Peggy, where are you?" Silence still. Well, she must be around somewhere because her car is out frontl Besides, she's supposed to be waiting for me to call her backl It was then that Steve first noticed the open bottle of Scotch on the bar ... the magazine lying open on the couch...I wonder what's going on here? Steve set the champagne bottle on its side in the little refrigerator beneath the bar, then poured himself a nice stiff shot of Scotch, which he gulped down in one swallow. There! That's better! Now, as for my precious little wife ...
Steve walked back into the bedroom ... no sign of Peggy ... nor was she in the spare bedroom where her sewing machine sat silent...I know! Maybe she's out back enjoying a swim! Yes, that's it! Out back.
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"I'm cuuuuming!" stormed into Steve's ears as his eyes were greeted by the sight of his wife's eagerly licking tongue skewering into the pinkly glistening folds of the voluptuous young Ellen Johnson's straining cunt on the cool green grass of their back yard. Beside them sat the dog that Peggy had told him about. Nemo, gazing intently at the lewdly performing women with his long pink tongue lolling wetly out of the side of his mouth as he panted around it.
He heard Ellen's voice become a whimpering sob and then break out into a wailing scream as the spasm of her convulsive orgasm rippled through her nakedly thrashing body so that it jerked and trembled violently in its moisturized nakedness. Wave after Wave of the sublime, rapturous release echoed through her quivering loins in her sweet agony as her mouth let out another piercing wail sounding like a wild banshee. Finally, her tremors began to subside and it was then that Steve stepped up to hover over the nakedly passionate women.
"Well, looks like fun," he laughed. "Is three a crowd?"
"Steve!" Ellen screamed, her eyes flashing open, her arms instantly moving to cover up her nakedness to no avail. Nemo began to growl menacingly at the masculine intruder, in his confused bewilderment thinking him a threat to his two lovely human female companions.
"Hey, call him off, OK?" Steve said, stepping back.
"It's OK, big boy. Come here," Ellen murmured to her giant shepherd, who grudgingly quieted down, though his large black eyes were still flashing with mistrust and suspicion.
"Steve ... I ... " Ellen began to stammer before she was interrupted by Peggy's amused tones.
"Well, darling, you're home early," she proclaimed, ignoring the shame and humiliation of her pert young neighbor. Ellen, of course, could do or say nothing that would even begin to explain the salacious sight that had greeted her neighbor's husband ... and so rather than embarrass herself further, she simply remained silent and still. Surprisingly, Peggy seemed neither ashamed nor even concerned, as if what had happened that afternoon were not at all out of the ordinary!
"Yes, so I am," Steve responded, not trying to hide the surprised amusement in his voice. "And I didn't mean to interrupt anything-hope I haven't spoiled your fun, darling!"
"No, you haven't spoiled anything, darling. We've only just gotten started!"
Ellen looked at the young couple wide-eyed. How could they joke and tease at a time like this?
"Oh? Well, if there's still another feature on the bill. . . " he laughed.
"Oh, indeed there is!" his wife proclaimed. "We haven't gotten round to Nemo yet! I'm still waiting for a real fuck from him!"
"So, you couldn't resist it, huh?" he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I know it, you know. I knew that sooner or later, one way or the other, you would get that dog's cock up into your hot little cunt!" Steve threw his head back and laughed uproariously, his entire body shaking with the tremors of his amusement. "That's what I like about you, sweetheart! Never a dull moment, never anything you won't try at least once!"
"Now that you're here, won't you join us, darling?" Peggy cooed.
"Will I ever!" And with that Steve began to tear off his sports jacket, then he loosened his tie and threw it onto the ground. His tie was quickly followed by his jacket, shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and undershorts, in that order until his clothes were lying in a crumpled heap upon the grass beside the two naked women.
"W-what's ... going on..." Ellen finally managed to stammer, her voice thin and weak. She heard a faint amused chuckle from Peggy but her now naked husband said not a word. "I ... I'm not sure ... please..." the young brunette moaned imploringly, growing more and more frightened as the moments whizzed by her reeling brain.
"We're just going to have a little party, that's all," Peggy said soothingly. "Nothing to be frightened about."
Steve laughed with an almost evil leering quality, his eyes now focusing on the voluptuously curved body of his young neighbor that he had waited so long to get at. "Nothing at all to worry about, Ellen. Believe me, we're going to show you a real good time. Aren't we, Peggy, m'dear?"
Ellen gasped, her eyes flooding with tears of hesitation and the fear that later her husband might find out. "Please! I ... I've never ... you can't ... I can't..." she managed to stammer through her tears and fear-filled confusion.
"Look," Steve said, turning towards Ellen and leaning down so that his face was only inches from hers with its lecherously glowing grin, "I've had a distinct craving to get my cock into your hot little pussy ever since we moved into this house. And I promise you, it'll be a fucking like you've never hadand you'll never forget it, either! Besides, I saw you just now with my wife, and she told me about that little episode with your dog over there the other night. So I know you've got a cock-hungry little pussy that really-likes to be fucked. So how about it? Are you ready for the fuck of your life?"
Ellen turned to Peggy with a pleading, begging look in her red-rimmed, tear-soaked eyes. But Peggy only shook her head slyly and nodded. "Go ahead. He's as good as his word, believe me. I should know, after all!"
"B-but ... he's your husband?"
"So what? Remember what I said before about the futility of reserving your cunt for just one man? Well, then, why should he have to keep his cock all locked up for just one woman?"
"Right on," Steve exclaimed. "And now, let's get down to some real swinging fun!" his voice seemed to crash into Ellen's disbelieving ears. She looked up to see him standing there above her, his firm young muscles seemingly tensed against the covering of his tanned skin, marvelously handsome in his full virile nakedness. And then her eyes saw it, or, rather, noticed it, for the first time.
His cock! My God, look at the size of that thing! He's not really much bigger than Tom is ... and yet ... his cock is nearly twice the size of my husband's.
She saw his heavy, pendulous balls already bloating with sperm at its husky base between his muscular young thighs, and she saw, too, his licentious grin as he began to obscenely finger stroke the massive instrument, drawing the foreskin back over the blunt, bulbous head, thrusting his narrow hips and pelvis rhythmically around in front of her wide-open eyes in imitation of the rhythms and motions that were to come. "Ready, Ellen? Are you ready for this big, beautiful cock up inside your hot little cunt? It's gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk for a week!"
Ellen watched in almost numbed disbelief as he-lay down on the cool soft grass beside her, his long thick lust-bloated cock slanting upwards towards the clear blue sky. Suddenly, like a flash of lightening searing into her fevered brain, she knew that he wanted her to crawl up on top of him and let him fuck her from below! But how could she? She had never, never before done anything like this! Here she was, nakedly exposed to her friend's husband-and she sat by smiling and was prepared to watch with detachment as her own husband fucked another woman! But ... but ... how could this be happening to ME? Is this all real-or am I only dreaming?
Nemo whimpered painfully beside her and the young brunette saw her blonde-haired neighbor lean over to comfort him. "Go on," and climb up on top of him! He's waiting for you! And you know you want it just as badly as he does! Why, your cunt is wet already, isn't it?"
Ellen wanted to scream, wanted to close her eyes as if that would blot out this whole wretchedly evil scene! But she knew Peggy was right. There was no use denying how much she had screamed mentally for Tom while Nemo was fucking her ... no use to deny the cock-craving gnawing in her cunt! Peggy's wetly fierce licking of her cunt had only stimulated her into wanting desperately to have the real thing plunging up inside of her!
Her rich, full breasts quivered as she breathed deeply and she saw Steve grinning up at her with something tremendously magnetic in his eyes that seemed to draw her almost against her own will. What resistance still clung to her mind now dissolved into a whirlpool of frenzied lust as she climbed wantonly up over him straddling him and resting on her knees with the thin vertical mouth of her cunt poised directly over his soaring hard pole of masculine flesh.
"Come on, my lovely. Put it right in its place," he grinned up at her, his face flushed with the heat of his own rampant desire.
Almost as if she were in a trance, Ellen grasped Steve's long hot hardness and drew it smoothly up through her delicate cuntal curls to place it hesitantly at the lips of her seething hot vagina. And then with an unexpected piercing stab of his blunt-headed thickness, Steve expanded the elastically tight mouth of her moistly lubricated pussy with a furious upward fuck that nearly whipped the breath right out of her lungs! He lunged his powerful hips upwards, at the same time reaching out to grasp hold of the soft flesh around her sensuously curved hips, forcing her downward onto his spearing rod with a loud howl of impassioned delight. A sudden pain ripped through her groin but somehow she couldn't scream. She was too busy gasping for breath to utter even one syllable!
Steve could feel his own breath coming faster and faster as he held her rigidly locked to his lust-hardened cock and then began to bounce her up and down over his hard, deeply impaling pole, feeling it go each time ever deeper up into her wretchedly cringing cunt. "Not bad, eh, baby?" he asked, watching the hardened pink nipples on her quivering breasts which only incited his lust to even greater heights!
"It hurts..." Ellen gasped, "but ... but ... it's getting a little bit better."
"And it will get better still, don't you worry," he panted proudly as he felt her clenching her vaginal muscles bravely around his thickly turgid organ. She was joining his undulating movements now, fucking up and down on his rigidly swollen cock, loving every minute of her rapidly growing abandoned excitement and she thought she could feel every ridge of the hot hard instrument as it reamed and plunged like a well oiled piston up into her hungrily engulfing cunt walls.
The heated secretions of her rampant desire were spilling like an overflowing dam from the inner walls of her cunt as it warmly sheathed his lunging hardness up inside of her and she could see by the flushed excitement of his face that his pleasure was no less ecstatically exquisite than her own. And Ellen's moans of abandoned excitement grew even more intense as she felt his hands reach up greedily to clutch at her marble-hardened nipples, squeezing them and her jiggling breasts between his strong young fingers as she ground her softly voluptuous buttocks up and down over his cock with a frantic, wildly growing passion.
Nemo watched, bewildered and feeling neglected by his beautiful young mistress. He could smell the distinctive odor of her female arousal and knew that to be his cue to play that very special game. And he could feel the fire of his own passion burning in his balls as he watched her beautiful naked buttocks thrust up there in the air like that ... as he saw the human man's thickly skewering cock disappearing up into the softly inviting vaginal folds up between her thighs ... the tautly puckered mouth of her anus nakedly exposed between her wide-spread ass-cheeks...
Had Ellen been watching her virile young German Shepherd she would have seen him panting almost breathlessly and she would have seen, too, his long scarlet love-spear slipping inch by inch from its furry sheath, as his eyes focused on his nakedly pumping mistress. But Ellen wasn't watching. In fact, her eyes were closed tight as she worked frantically up and down on Steve's impaling rod of hot hard male flesh, although in the back of her mind she began to become aware of her dog's slow, creeping movements...
Suddenly, there was a new sensation flashing like thunder up from her nakedly tremulous loins-it was wet and warm and...
The young brunette twisted her head back to see Nemo licking upward along the furrow of her nakedly widespread buttocks! "Oh Nemo! Please! P-please!" she gasped hoarsely but her pleading was interrupted by Steve's commanding voice. "Ellen! Up, Ellen! Get that ass of yours up higher!" he barked, pulling her shoulders down so that her softly supple-smooth buttocks stuck out invitingly high and unprotected in the air, seemingly an open invitation to her madly impassioned German Shepherd. "That's it. Let's let the old boy have his fun, too, shall we?" Steve laughed.
Ellen wasn't quite sure what to make of her obscene situation, but she didn't have too much time to think about it. She felt Nemo's strong forepaws on the creamy flesh of her naked hips and then the soft nuzzling of his belly-fur against her nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. And she knew, the, that his heavily hardened animal-cock was not far behind! And she knew exactly where he would try to fuck into her with it, too.
"Oh, I can't" Ellen gasped. "Not there! He'll split me in half! Please!" the savagely thrashing brunette exclaimed, but she from the lust-contorted look on Steve's flushed face that he was enjoying himself far too much to put a stop to the fun in mid-game. Ellen knew then that there was no escape for her, that she would be mercilessly fucked both in the cunt and the ass right there in front of Steve and Peggy ... that her own dear Nemo would ram his long scarlet shaft into her defenselessly exposed rectum while Steve fucked with obscene delight up into her fire-filled cunt from below!
"Oh God, Nemo! D-don't ... hurt me ... please! Easy, big boy ... fuck it in easy!" she choked, feeling the dog's searing hot hardness searching in vail along the voluptuously tempting valley between her nakedly spread buttocks as Peggy's husband thrust his mammothly thick cock hard into her from below. And then, he found it. The tapered tip of Captain's dog-cock nestled for a moment at the crinkly tight hole of her rectal passageway, poised for action!
She felt him lewdly worm his elongated stiff shaft until it was just inside the tiny rectal opening and she gasped for breath. But her breath caught in her throat as he then humped forward violently, again and again, his lust-hardened organ grinding without compassion into the vainly resisting tunnel of her virginal anus. A deep and angry growl rumbled around in the animal's throat as she felt the tapered length of his massively impaling instrument fiercely stretching the channel of her elastically yielding rectum, sliding all the way up into the hot rubbery depths of her now doubly filled young belly!
"Aarruuugh! Ooowwwwch!" she wailed as the stabbing pain tore through her nakedly tremulous body. Lurching, she tried to ease the pain by shifting position somewhat, but Steve's hands held her firmly implanted on his wickedly up thrusting cock so that she was helpless to escape her fate. No, there was nothing she could do now but submit ... perhaps sooner than later she would begin to relax and enjoy it!
Steve lust-provoked groans and the dog's whimpering whines soon congealed into one chorus of passion-singing sounds as they both humped and pumped with spine-shattering rhythm up into her twinly enveloping orifices and only the hotly raging flames of unquenchable passion that still filled her belly made it all somehow bearable ... And soon ... the pain began to dissolve away and a new feeling of erotic excitement spread from the moisture-saturated crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks at the thought of the double lucking she was getting from her neighbor's husband and her own pet German Shepherd at the same time while the man's wife watched.
The young brunette felt her animal lover's tapered throbbing hardness rapidly burning into her helplessly stretched rectal opening, pushing the spongy resilient flesh before it in soft rubbery waves as it plunged again and again recklessly all the way up into the hotly restricting depths of her vaginal rectal tunnel! And as his cock ground relentlessly into warm naked softness between her voluptuously rounded buttocks, his sperm-filled balls slapped with a wicked smacking sound against the puffy, cock-stuffed lips of her torridly simmering cunt just below! She was completely and hopelessly impaled to the hilt on the twin ravishing cock-thrusts of them both and she reeled with the impassioned and heretofore unknown pleasure of her licentiously wanton behavior!
"Oooaauugh!" she wailed, writhing wretchedly.
Moaning and crying with the flagrant intensity of her mind-shattering passions, Ellen tried to move with their frantic tempo, wishing for nothing more than to be able to look back to see their twin impaling, thickly hardened rods of flesh fucking deep up into her wetly clinging cunt and anus! But she could only visualize how it must look to Peggy who sat nearby, her own hands running passionately along the voluptuous contours of her breasts as, her eyes glazed with lust, she watched with mounting excitement of her own as her husband's long hot thickness rammed relentlessly into the softly resilient flesh of her young neighbor. Peggy knew that she couldn't take much more of this without joining in ... or simply bringing herself to a much-needed climax with her own expertly massaging fingers!
"Oh, both of you fuck meeeeeeee!" Ellen cried, her breasts jiggling tantalizingly on her heavily heaving chest. "Fill meeeeeeee! Fuck meeeeeeee! Harder! Faster! Deeper! Oh, yeeeeeees!"
Peggy stared enviously at the naked copulation occurring right before her eyes, her husband's big thick masculine cock fucking up with a passionate fury into the soft pink wetness of her neighbor's insanely squirming pussy while the massive German Shepherd pistoned in and out of her cunt like he was mounting a bitch in heat! Those two wonderful love-organs glistening wetly in the early evening dusk, stretching the elastic skin and driving it inward with every mind-blowing plunge! It was all too lewdly hypnotic for the aroused young blonde as she watched, enthralled, as Ellen's pussy sucked in the massively thick penis of her husband while her ass-hole sucked in with equal voraciousness the scarlet hardness of her dog!
"I'm cuuuuming!" Ellen screamed, wild with abandoned passion as she felt her powerful pet's scorching gushes of broiling sperm shooting up into the darkly inwardly sucking passage of her rectal cavern, the maddening spasms of wild convulsing pleasure rocketing through her nakedly quivering belly in orgasmic and furious response. She could feel every contraction of her own tightly straining muscles and every contraction of the animal's brute cock as it emptied out its searing load of heated animal cum for up into her feverishly thirsting belly-and then she heard Steve growl too, like an untamed animal! He too began emptying his thick viscous fluid now in a torrent of white thickness that blasted up to the very back of her madly clinging cunt as her wildly undulating hips ground down hungrily onto the towering throbbing hardness of his cock!
The powerful muscles of both her cunt and rectum clung hungrily and sucked wildly at the two impaling rods of flesh as they jerked and convulsed around crazily up inside of her, letting loose the last vestiges of their life-giving juices into her madly milking orifices.
It was just over six weeks later, six glorious weeks of being fucked morning, noon and night by her neighbor and pet for Ellen Johnson, when she reached up to straighten her husband's tie one last time as they stood before the front door of Steve and Peggy Martin. Tom had just returned home from his training course and his face wore a worried frown, as if he was slightly uncomfortably or ill at ease, and he looked down at his voluptuously raven-haired wife in sheer bewilderment. "I still don't understand it," he said, taking her arm in his own.
"Don't understand what, darling?" she asked, although she knew very well what he meant.
"I don't understand why Steve absolutely insisted that we bring the damn dog along to this party!" he exclaimed as he looked down then at the proudly muscular dog who sat obediently by their feet.
But Ellen was saved the trouble of an answer because just at that moment, the large front door swung open and Steve Martin appeared smiling there to usher them into the house. One of his strong arms wrapped around Ellen's shoulders as he guided them into the living room where Peggy sat demurely on the couch, dressed in an especially provocative, low-cut soft chiffon dress of pale green with a short, short skirt that barely concealed the ripely rounded contours of her voluptuous buttocks as she stood up.
Tom whistled silently under his breath. What a dish! God, how come she never looked so appealing to me before? His eyes ran appreciatively over the sensuous curves of her body, resting at last on the tremulous mounds of her bountiful breasts that threatened to fall over the low-plunging neckline of her dress. As she walked towards him, she smiled seductively and stretched out her naked arms in welcome, swaying her hips provocatively as she moved slinking across the room.
"So nice to see you, Tom," she crooned, throwing her arms around him as if he were a long-lost friend-or a newly discovered lover!
Christ! What is she doing? And Ellen's right here ...
But Ellen wasn't exactly right there. She was standing over by the bar, next to Steve leaning on it with one hip thrust provocatively outward, her crooked arm resting on its sensuous curve. She had her back to her husband and her temptingly sensuous light-haired neighbor, but Steve's eyes were locked on that couple across the room. He chuckled, winked at Ellen, and poured out four Martinis from a pitcher which he had mixed just before they arrived. Nemo sat obediently by his mistress.
"Well?" Steve asked almost in a whisper. "No, I haven't said anything to him. Nothing at all," she said with a conspiratorial tone. "I've done just as we agreed."
"Good," Steve exclaimed as silently as his euphoria would allow. "Then we can leave the first step up to Peggy."
"Do you think she can-"
"Believe me, I've seen her at work many, many times," Steve assured her. "And she knows exactly what she's doing." Ellen laughed in anticipation of the erotic pleasure that was to come that evening, and in delighted amusement at the surprise Tom had in store. "She'll have him cumming in his pants before too long," Steve continued, "and then..."
"Yes," Ellen agreed, trying to suppress a sumptuous little giggle. "And while Peggy is busy with Tom, you and I can get a little warmed up, right?"
"Right!" Steve agreed emphatically.
Nemo whimpered at his mistress' feet, looking up at her with woeful, limpid eyes. "Don't worry, Nemo," she assured him, reaching down to stroke his large head with her small soft hand, "we won't forget you, old boy. No indeed, we won't forget you!"
