When old friends reunite after a long parting, many things can happen. In this revealing novel, they can, and do.
Ellen Banyon and Mona Freeman were friends in college. It has been ten years since they have seen one another. Both are married. Both marriages, on the surface, are very successful.
Only in the intimacy of their reunion do Ellen and Mona learn what has really been going on in one another's lives. They are mature women now, and they dare to look to one another for comfort. On a girls' weekend, with only the accompaniment of Ellen's dog, Jet, the two women discover an entirely new world of sensuality.
DOG-LOVING WIFE-a. story of morals turned upside down; a story of overwhelming, illicit passion.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Every morning about eleven o'clock, Ellen Banyon took a break from her housewifely chores. She had never cared much for coffee. Instead, she simply pulled a bottle from her husband's liquor cabinet.
Ellen was not hooked on the stuff. She never took more than one dunk, until cocktails with her husband, Jack, after six. Long ago she had rationalized that her morning break didn't even seriously violate the social drinker's code against drinking before noon. After all, she was up on weekdays before dawn, fixing breakfast for her accountant husband. By eleven, she deserved a break.
She sat back on her Danish modern sofa and took a long grateful sip of her Scotch and soda. Today Ellen was excited. Her old college chum, Mona Hildebrand--now Mona Freeman--was due in town at three-thirty. The girls had not seen each other in almost ten years, though they had written regularly and indulged in occasional long distance phone calls. It would be really something to see Mona!
Instinctively, Ellen's well-manicured hand rose to her eyes, where she now wore little telltale lines that betrayed the joys and sorrows of the years. She wondered if Mona would think she had aged. Then she wondered if she would think Mona had aged. Those gigantic tits of her are probably grazing her navel by now, she thought. Quickly she scolded herself for her unspoken betrayal. At school, Ellen had always been a little jealous of Mona's full tits, and the way all the boys had craned their necks to watch them bounce. The attention had never made the younger girl conceited though. She had always stuck by her friend, through thick and thin. And there had been some thin times--like the year Ellen couldn't get a date for the homecoming dance. Only later did she learn that Mona had refused to accept a date until one of the young men promised to escort Ellen. What had saved Ellen from humiliation when she found out was the memory of the ecstatic look on her date's face when she had finished giving him a blow-job in his car in the gym parking lot.
Ellen grinned at the memory of the awkward, horny girl she had been back then. She stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She never got over the thrill of looking at the new, grown-up Ellen her husband had helped her create during the first few years of their marriage.
The image that smiled back at her was tall and graceful and sexy. Her well-shaped tits billowed against the loose fit of her T-shirt. Her ass and hips strained snugly against the tight fit of her jeans. She was trim, but nice rounded down there, the way she had always wanted to be. Her red hair fanned gloriously around her pretty face in a modified Afro that gave Ellen the glamour and presence of a New York model. "You're quite a woman!" she told herself with satisfaction. She wondered if Mona would even recognize her at the airport this afternoon.
When she was twenty, Ellen had had buck teeth and a vision problem that forced her to wear strong glasses. She had been a good forty pounds overweight. Despite her handicaps, Jack had loved her ... had been particularly captivated by her skill and enthusiasm as a sex partner. Awkward on her feet, Ellen had been all grace and fluid motion in bed, right from the start.
After their marriage, Jack had financed her on an overhaul campaign. She wore braces for two years to correct her teeth. Her glasses were abandoned in favor of contact lenses. She enrolled in yoga classes and in a modern dance course. By the time she was twenty-three, the ugly duckling had blossomed into a swan. She had sent pictures to Mona back then, and Mona had written back, full of praise and congratulations.
Since then, there had been a charm course to smooth out Ellen's manners and to teach her how to use make-up. And there was the Afro. Little remained of the girl Mona had known at college. Ellen hoped they would be able to find something to talk about.
Her Scotch was gone, but Ellen had not had enough. She was still nervous. She poured herself a second drink, for just this once, to bolster her courage. Despite--or perhaps because of--the changes in her over the years, Ellen still had few close women friends. Mona, and the memories of their closeness, meant a lot to her. She wanted the visit to go well.
Her first anxiety was that Mona should not discover the changes that had occurred in her and Jack's relationship. Though they remained committed to their marriage, both of them had taken on other lovers. Jack had been the first to insist he needed new blood to turn him on. Not to be left behind, Ellen had begun to respond to the constant come-ons she got from men. Eventually, she had tired of the cold impersonal nature of a scene where she was considered a good fuck or a good time lady. They were all after her pussy, but none of them had much time for her head or her heart. Eventually she withdrew from the scene.
And that was the source of her second anxiety. She had trained her big black German shepherd to be her lover. He was a loyal animal ... and one hell of a lover. She had discovered her secret fetish by accident, and had pursued it avidly ever since. Though Jack did not entirely approve, he let her have her kicks in exchange for his own freedom. He didn't betray her secret. Ellen was convinced that Mona must never know what kind of pervert she had turned into. Mona had been a liberal bordering on the radical at college. But Ellen didn't want to risk straining her friend's generous nature far enough to accommodate a woman who liked to fuck a dog. It would more than likely mean a quick end to their long-standing friendship.
Mona had not been specific about how long she would be staying. Her decision to visit had been a sudden one, and her plans were open. Ellen was not looking forward to possible weeks without her canine lover. Yet she did want her friend to feel free to stay as long as she liked.
Quickly she gulped the last of her Scotch and soda. She went to the French doors that opened into the garden and whistled for her dog Jet. He came bounding out of the cover of a honeysuckle hedge and raced over the well-manicured lawn. Ellen had to brace herself for the animal's affectionate assault. Jet was big and strong. He could easily knock her over if she wasn't careful. But she loved his generous licks and nuzzles. More than any other creature--human or otherwise--in her life, Jet made Ellen feel loved. He made no demands of her, other than reasonable requests for a return of affection and regular feedings. He didn't hunger for other women. He didn't crave outside input to keep him feeling young and virile.
When she thought about it, Ellen realized she harbored a lot of resentment against Jack. After all, he had helped create her in the image he wanted her to fulfill ... and even that hadn't been enough for him. He needed strange pussy. It hurt Ellen that she wasn't enough for him. He had been all she wanted until he had forced her to display her independence. In a way, it gave her a perverse satisfaction to let her husband know she had replaced him with a dog. With Jet's good loving, she could go for weeks at a time without missing her husband's fat cock.
"Hi, fella! You having a good time out there, are you? Why don't you come inside with me for a while?" She closed the French doors and carefully drew the drapes over them. "We're going to have company this afternoon, lover," she cooed in the dog's ear as she pulled him down onto the rug next to her and buried her face in his neck. "It might be a long time till I have you all to myself again. I want you just one more time." Her lewd words, and the dog's lapping playfulness were fast turning the woman into an inferno of lust. She could feel her pussy seething inside her panties. She was ready to fuck.
While the dog whimpered and rolled and licked her face, Ellen eased herself hurriedly out of her clothing. She wore no bra, and as soon as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, her round firm tits grew hard with the slight chill in the air. The dog began to lick roughly over her pink-tipped mounds. The effect was instantaneous. Her nipples grew long and eager. Her white breast-flesh bristled with sexual goose-bumps. "Mmmmmm ... Jet darling ... feels soooo good!"
The redhead's hands shook as she eased her jeans and panties together down over her ass-cheeks. She was kneeling on the rug and she bent forward from the waist and wriggled her ass to work the material down to her thighs. By crawling forward on hands and knees, she worked her way out of her pants.
Jet poked his nose curiously in along the crack in her ass. She undulated her buttocks wantonly in his face, encouraging him to investigate farther.
"Ooooooohhhh ... your nose is so cold on my bum, lover! Mmmmmm ... God, my pussy's wet! It needs you so bad, Jet darling!" One of the most titillating aspects of making love to a dog, to Ellen, was debasing herself totally before him. The sound of her own voice, pleading with the animal to fuck her ... telling him how good he was making her feel ... always made her cunt throb. She enjoyed the perverted excitement of becoming nothing more than a bitch in heat, recognizing no bounds of propriety in the search for her own wanton satisfaction.
"Uuuhh, shit! Your tongue on my asshole is so delicious, lover! Oh ... do it to me, Jet! Do it!" her ass-cheeks wiggled more urgently than before. She was getting beyond the playful stage. She needed cock! Hard, pulsing dog-cock!
Anxiously, she looked back over her shoulder. She shivered as her eyes found what they were looking for. Jet's cock was protruding long and red and pointed from his hairy sheath. He was as ready for action as she was.
The animal's rough tongue was licking her ass-crevice with long greedy swipes. Jet was getting a little bit out of control. The urgent need in his cock was driving him to lusty bestial passion. But without the woman's command he would do nothing. Ellen had trained him herself. She didn't want any embarrassing accidents. The horror of having the dog mount her while she was bending forward for some innocent reason, in the presence of guests, had haunted her at first. She had punished the dog severely every time he tried to act without her command. Now he was perfectly trained. He only fucked when he was told to.
Good as his tongue on her ass felt, Ellen was ready for more. She gave the German shepherd his lusty command. "Come on, Jet! Up boy! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Her round, well-sculptured ass-cheeks quivered under the animal's gaze. He paused a moment, as though to be sure he had heard what he thought he heard. Then he raised his forelegs from the carpet and wrapped them tightly around Ellen's soft white hips. He began to rut forward, trying to bury his scarlet cock in the tantalizing slit before him. His first few attempts were unsuccessful. His cock-tip missed its mark and slid harmlessly down over the woman's erect clitoris.
Each unsuccessful thrust only drove the redhead to more urgent abandon. She whimpered and screwed her ass back at the dog's furry loins. "Uuuuuhhh ... ooooooohhhh ... I want it! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!"
Just then, his cock-head found its goal. The rock-hard animal prick drove deep into the woman's waiting pussy. The force of his entry took Ellen's breath away. But within moments she was loudly proclaiming the success of Jet's harsh assault. "Oh, shit, yesss! That's what I wanted! Screw me! Screw me, darling lover! I need it so bad!"
The alcohol coursing through her veins helped intensify the lurid titillation of kneeling naked on the rug, being fucked by a big black dog. Her own dog. Her well-trained dog. The animal began to fuck in and out of her cruelly stretched pussy with short jack-hammer strokes that made Ellen shriek with lust. She wiggled her ass back at him, ignoring the slight pain of the first few strokes. Even the pain was pleasure. She expected it. It was part of the intense, overwhelming turn-on of screwing a dumb, rutting animal.
Once his cock was in her, Jet was running the show. Nothing could deter the big animal from his bitch once his cock was securely buried in cunt.
Ellen felt instinctively the urgency of her dog lover's need ... and she reveled in it. She enjoyed the perverted thrill of being the prize of her eager animal lover. She loved to kneel helplessly before him while his stiff cock plundered her tender cunt again and again and again.
Totally absorbed in the rhythmic passion of her depraved position, Ellen mewled and grunted unashamedly, gyrating her ass back to search out each new pummeling assault of her dog-lover's prick. She felt a shiver of shame as a thought blazed through her mind: what would Mona think if she could see her now? The idea was too horrible to entertain a moment longer. But before she could dismiss it entirely, Ellen experienced a naughty pang of titillation ... would it turn Mona on? Almost as soon as it had arisen the thought was gone. Mona was gone.
All that remained was that hard-driving dogprick that split her pussy wide with merciless regularity. "Ooooohhh ... Jee-zuz!" Her teeth bit cruelly at her lower lip. "God, it's good! My pussy's on fire! You're loving me so good, Jet darling!" On impulse, Ellen looked back over her shoulder at her canine lover. Just in time to see a long threat of spittle break away from his slack lower jaw and splash onto her back. Her fleeting feeling of revulsion was quickly transformed into lust. After all, this was what she wanted. To be fucked like a bitch in heat. Jet was doing it to her ... giving her everything she needed. Her pussy was simmering with welling passion ... building to a crisis.
She looked down, under her body, between the dangling cones of her tits. She could see the dog's hairy legs pressing against the firm white flesh of her thighs. She caught fleeting glimpses of the red of his cock as it flashed in and out of her cunt. "Yeah ... that's what I like! Fuck me! Fuck me good, Jet! Oh, yeah! Shit! Oh, yeah!"
In a rushing wave of fulfillment, her orgasm swept over her, filling her entire body with sweet bliss. She wanted to collapse onto the rug, to enjoy the powerful sensations. But she had to wait for the dog, who was still clinging to her hips and pounding his cock feverishly into her swollen pussy. She tried to encourage him. To spur him on to his climax. She waved her ass fitfully back at him. "Oh, Jet darling! I want your cum in me so bad! Fill me up, baby! Do it! Do it!"
The titillation of her lewd words brought her a second orgasm at the time that the dog was having his. The thought of his thick white juices surging up into her belly made her tremble with depraved excitement. "Mmmmmm ... you're doing it in me, Jet! You're coming in me! You're making me come again!" By this time the woman was almost delirious. She collapsed forward onto the rug, relishing the wet friction of the dog's cock as it slipped out of her. She closed her eyes and let herself doze.
She was awakened by the harsh jingle of the hone. Automatically she reached for the receiver, though she still had not recovered her bearings. "Hullo?" Her voice was thick, disoriented.
"Hi, honey! How you doing?" It was Jack.
"Oh, fine ... I'm just fine."
She sensed the mocking curiosity in his voice. "You sure? You sound like you just crept up out of a hole in the ground."
"I'm fine ... honest. I was just getting ready to go pick up Mona." She couldn't bear to give her husband the satisfaction of knowing she'd been sleeping in the middle of the day. "What time should I have dinner ready, Jack? Will you be able to get away by six?"
The pause on the other end of the line told Ellen what he was going to say before he opened his mouth. "That's what I called about, honey. I've got a client coming in at five tonight. Chances are I'll be tied up here till seven or eight, at least. It's a complicated account."
"Oh, Jack ... and I'm so anxious to have Mona meet you." Ellen had to bite her lip to keep herself from voicing her suspicions about tonight's client. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was jealous.
"Well, she's going to be here a while, isn't she? I'll meet her soon enough." He did not sound enthusiastic.
"Well ... okay ... " Ellen wanted to cry, but she had no intention of indulging that weakness. She hadn't cried for years. "Do you want me to keep some dinner warm for you?"
"That's okay, honey. I'll probably grab a bite with the client."
Client! Yeah, sure! Ellen thought.
"Okay ... then I'll see you when you get here." Her voice was cold now. She was totally in control.
"Right ... and Ellen?"
"Mmm?"
"Give my regards to your dog lover. I've got a feeling he's close at hand." He chuckled. A sharp click indicated he had hung up.
Sure that he would hear nothing of her outburst, Ellen slammed the receiver down furiously. "Bastard!"
CHAPTER TWO
Mona Freeman sat tensely in her aisle seat, trying to concentrate on her magazine. She wasn't having much success. One ear remained cocked for any change in the smooth roar of the plane's engines. At last, in desperation, she summoned a stewardess and asked for a Scotch and water. Mona wasn't much for drinking, but she knew that alcohol made her relax when all else failed. She had occasionally snuck a drink before going to bed at night, in the hopes that the release of her inhibitions would make her into the lover her husband Daniel wanted.
Once or twice it had worked. But usually their lovemaking was more along the lines of what had happened the other night. The night she had decided to come visit her old friend Ellen. Maybe Ellen could help her out ... could somehow give her the advice that would magically turn her into a sexy responsive wife to Daniel.
She remembered Ellen back in their college days. Though handicapped by buck teeth and thick glasses and an awkward manner, Ellen had never doubted what her body was for. Once the boys had learned how sexy she was, the redhead had never been at a loss for a date. And her dates had never been disappointed.
Mona hadn't been at a loss for dates either. Her pretty angelic face, her long brown hair, her big tits--all attracted boys thicker than flies at a picnic. But she had never been comfortable with boys when it came to sex. She knew she wanted what they could give her, but she feared her own reactions almost as much as she feared the boys' uncontrollable passions. It had been a relief to her when Daniel proposed. She felt that, safe within the bounds of matrimony, she would learn to be comfortable with sex and her husband's big thick cock.
Things had been fine for the first couple of years. She had enjoyed sex. Their lovemaking sessions had never been very long, but they were intense. Mona found that she could just lie back and by the time Daniel was ready to come, she was ready too. Eventually she found herself wanting more, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid that Daniel would think she was greedy ... that she was a slut. So she learned to play with herself. To seek relief at her own fingers during the day when Daniel was off at work.
Things grew more tense when Daniel started to ask her to do things that she just couldn't let herself do. Like sucking cock, for instance. The idea disgusted her. It seemed ... unhealthy. Though a part of her tingled with excitement when she thought about it, her moral sense wouldn't let her try it for real. A couple of times, she masturbated while fantasizing that she was sucking a big hard cock. She felt horribly guilty afterward, but the orgasms at the time were unbelievably intense. The alcohol was having its effect. Mona had ceased to pay attention to the droning engines. Her fear was gone, but an apprehension remained. The apprehension that she was right in the middle of a failing marriage and that she had no idea what to do about it.
She began to think about the other night ... the last time she and Daniel had made love. He had gone to bed early, complaining of a hard day at the office. Mona stayed up reading until well past midnight. She had masturbated that day, and she wasn't interested in any further sexual contact. She wanted to be sure her husband was asleep before going to bed.
At last she crept stealthily into the bedroom and began to undress in the dark. The unexpected sound of Daniel's voice made her start with fright.
"Don't bother with the nightgown, Mona. I want to feel your naked beside me."
The young woman froze for a moment. She felt trapped. Obviously he had been lying awake waiting for her all this time. He wanted to make love. She couldn't very well not go to bed now ... after she had turned out all the lights. It would be' too obvious. Daniel would get angry.
Ignoring his words, she slipped her flannel nightie over her head and crawled into bed. She sniffed noisily a couple of times. "Darn!" she murmured. "I think I'm getting a cold. You better keep away from me, darling. You might catch it."
"I'll risk it." His grip was as firm as his words as he pulled her to him. He grabbed at the material of her nightgown and pulled it up over her tits. One hand closed over each of her full heavy mounds and began to play harshly with the nipples. "Mmm, baby ... you still have the best-feeling tits around."
Mona began to squirm uncomfortably under his grasp. She really was not in the mood to deal with Daniel tonight. She knew there would be trouble if he kept insisting. "Please, darling ... I'm not feeling too hot. Can't we just go to sleep together ... huh?" She caressed his face and tried to bury her head against his shoulder.
"Unh-uh ... not tonight. I can't go to sleep, baby, not with this." He thrust his loins toward her and she felt the stiff shaft of his erect cock force its way in between her legs. She wanted to cry. She felt so frustrated and helpless.
"Please, Daniel ... I don't feel good down there ... not tonight. Tomorrow!" She was becoming more and more frightened. She could tell Daniel was in one of his reckless moods. Those were always the times when he tried to make her do something s he didn't want to do. "Please ... " She hated herself for sounding so weak and pitiful, trying to plead with him. She would have preferred to be strong ... strong enough to tell him to get lost until she was in the mood for what she wanted to be in the mood for. But that was not Mona's way.
His hard, fleshy cock-shaft stroked back and forth between her smooth thighs. His stiff prick was like an ever-present reminder of the urgency of her husband's lust. She tried to squirm away from him, but he held her hips firmly, holding her close against him.
"Well, baby ... if your little pussy's so tired, what say we give it a rest?"
He seemed not to have heard her. "There's lots of other ways a man and a wife can have a good time together. You've still got a mouth, baby."
Even as she was still trying to fathom the ruthless horror of his words, his hands were pushing her down under the covers, guiding her head toward his cock. She struggled frantically against him. It seemed incredible to her that a man normally as mild-mannered as Daniel could become this hard, this insensitive when it came to sex.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can't make me do that! You can't! Please! Leave me alone!"
Something snapped in Daniel. "Shut the fuck up, will you! Goddammit, woman! We've been married eight years, and you're still acting like a goddamned virgin! I've been patient with you long enough! It's time I got some consideration around here! Some respect! If you loved me, you'd do this for me!" He kicked the covers back and watched through the semi-darkness the rigid horror on his wife's face. He held her so her mouth was poised mere inches from his throbbing prick. For the moment, he had stopped pushing. He would much rather she did this willingly, if possible.
Tears flowed unchecked down Mona's cheeks as she gazed helplessly at her husband's blood-engorged cock. She was determined not to do this awful thing, yet at the same time she was painfully aware of her husband's strength and determination. The intensity of his passion seemed to have made him even stronger than usual. She tried to squirm away, but it was as though her head and shoulders were trapped in a vise.
"Don't do this to me, Daniel! Please!"
The young husband experienced guilt at the same time as his cock lurched with increased excitement. He knew it was wrong to be aroused by his own wife's humiliation. But, somehow, knowing the awe in which she held his full-swollen member only made him want to do it to her all the more.
Daniel pulled her head down ... closer to his pulsing cock-head. "Suck!" he ordered her in a voice that was an indistinguishable mixture of lust and anger. "Show me you love me, Mona! Suck my cock!"
The bitter irony of his words only made her tears flow harder. To her, love had nothing to do with the depraved practice of taking a man's throbbing cock in one's mouth and making it come that way. That wasn't love. That was perversion of the worst kind.
His hands forced her head do until his cock-tip was pushing against her lips. She resisted as long as she could. But finally she had to admit she was defeated. Her jaws relaxed, and her husband's hard smooth cock drove deep into her throat. She wanted to gag when he began to saw his cock i n and out of her mouth in a smooth urgent rhythm. In her amazement and humiliation, she could do nothing but hold her lips passively open and let him do it to her.
"Suck, I said!" The man's eyes riveted on the lewd picture of his wife's head poised over his stiff prick, taking it deep inside. Darkness made the picture indistinct, but his imagination supplied the details. He could feel her tears moistening his groin, but they had no effect on him. He was far too preoccupied with the possibilities of that buttery wet mouth hovering over his dick.
"Suck it, or so help me, Mona, I'll belt you!" He had no idea whether he meant that threat or not. He knew only that he wanted to feel her lips tugging on him more than he could ever remember wanting anything.
The shock value of his words had its desired effect. Helpless with shame that she could not prevent her husband from doing this to her, Mona dosed her lips more tightly over his prick and began to move her head up and down slightly. The way she had done in her masturbatory fantasies.
His hands began to guide her head motions eagerly. "Jee-zuz! That's it! That's the way, baby! Now you're getting the hang of it!"
Mona knew only that there was just one way out of her predicament. To get it over with. The sooner she cooperated, the sooner her husband would take his fat thick cock from her mouth. She began to nibble urgently on his fleshy shaft, reminding herself that she only wanted him to finish. But memories of her tantalizing, solitary fantasies came back to haunt her. She began to remember how good she had felt then.
Confused and frightened, Mona worked frantically to get her husband to come. Then he would let her alone. Then she could try to forget the lewd feelings racing through her loins. How could she get a thrill out of being used and abused like this! Knowing this awful thing about herself was almost worse than having her husband mistreat her so cruelly.
Daniel was delighted by his wife's sudden apparent enthusiasm for her lascivious task. "Jee-zuz! Yeah! That's the stuff! Goddamn, you're a natural, Mona! All this time, you've been a natural born cocksucker and we didn't even know Aaaaaiiieee! Oh yeah, baby ... work it out!"
It wouldn't have been so bad if Mona could have convinced herself that she was only pretending to like what she was doing. But the building dampness between her thighs forbade her that comfort. Somehow, in some perverse way, she didn't even understand, she was getting a deep-rooted thrill from being treated by her own husband like some street whore. Everything she thought she believed in cried out against her surrender.
But the evidence was there for her to feel, wet and hot between her thighs. She could not shut it out.
Mona's memory of events from then on was dim. She knew she had worked her head wantonly up and down over her husband's cock for a long time. Vaguely, she could remember experimenting with stabbing her tongue here and sucking there, to try to bring him over the top. They were details she did not care to remember.
One thing she would never be able to forget, though, was the way his thick hot cum had spurted deep into her throat in jet after steaming jet. He had been holding her head firmly, so she was unable to pull away. She had had to swallow it all. Though it had not tasted nearly as bad as she had expected, the thought of his semen thick and heavy in her stomach made her want to vomit even now as she thought back on it.
Mona was wrenched back to reality by a small firm hand on her shoulder. She looked up at a smiling young stewardess.
"Fasten your seat belt, please."
"Oh, yes ... of course."
"Are you all right, ma'am?" The young women was looking at Mona more carefully.
"I'm all right." Mona managed a feeble smile. "I've never flown before, is all." She still remembered how apologetic Daniel had been the next day, how he'd been trying to make it up to her ever since with little gifts and attentions. Mona had recoiled from his very touch. As the plane began its gradual descent, she crossed her fingers and hoped that spending a few days with her old girl friend would help clear the air. She needed desperately to understand herself. She couldn't go on living with this push-pull of her mind and senses any longer.
* * *
Ellen waited impatiently at arrival gate eleven. She scanned the emerging faces for a young woman with long brown hair and a smile that belonged in a church choir. It was only when the trim young woman with the honey-blonde hair was within a couple of feet of her that Ellen realized she was looking at Mona Hildebrand.
"Mona! You look different!" Ellen giggled self-consciously. She felt a little overwhelmed by the attractiveness of the well-dressed mature woman in front of her. "But I like it! You look great! Better than in college!" She gave her friend a cozy hug. "Your boobs are still big as ever too!" she exulted.
"Good old Ellen! You used to talk about my boobs back then too!" Mona heaved a great sigh of relief and clung to her friend's tall shapely form. She had been afraid she wouldn't find the old Ellen at all. But her redheaded friend had said exactly the right thing to put them both at ease.
Both chattered at once as they waited for Mona's luggage to come down the chute. They digested little of what was said. It didn't matter. Ten years had just lifted from their shoulders like so many flecks of dust.
"How did you recognize me?" Ellen asked as they headed toward the parking lot.
"Easy! You still have the friendliest smile in the crowd. Besides, where are you gonna hide flashing red hair like that?"
"I guess you're right." She took Mona by the arm and led her toward her stationwagon. "This is my dog, Jet!" she announced proudly as they settled into the front seat.
Mona reached back and stroked the animal's massive head. "Funny? You remember in college, Ellen? You hated dogs!"
Ellen watched her driving as she eased the car from the tight space. "I've changed, Mona. Despite the same old red hair, I've changed."
They drove in silence for a while, while each contemplated the changes. Then the happy chatter resumed. It lasted the rest of the way home and far into the evening.
CHAPTER THREE
It was past nine o'clock, and Jack was still not home. Ellen no longer cared. She was enjoying her old girl friend's company far too much to worry about whom her husband was screwing now. She even was willing to consider the possibility that he might, in fact, be working with a client. Jack was quite successful, with many big accounts.
The redhead was at the bar, pouring herself the third drink of the evening. She realized uncomfortably that Mona was only halfway through her first. But that was Mona. She had always been quite conservative in her personal conduct.
"Sure you wouldn't like me to freshen up that drink of yours, Mona? It must be stale as last week's pee by now."
Mona laughed. The gesture made her head of short honey-blonde curls bounce. Ellen felt a queer little tingle inside as she watched. She was only beginning to realize how much it meant to her to have Mona here.
"It doesn't really matter, Ellen. I don't need any booze tonight. I'm high enough just on having a good time with an old friend!"
Ellen sat next to Mona on the couch and put an arm around her shoulders. "It sure is good to see you again, kid. I'd forgotten how good it was to have someone around I could really talk to. You know what I mean? Just say the first thing that enters my head and know it's not going to be taken the wrong way or anything."
Mona smiled warmly at the older woman. "Yeah, I know what you mean." She added out of a sense of duty: "Of course, we both have husbands, but it's not really the same thing."
"You're damned tootin' it's not the same thing." Ellen regretted her statement at once. The booze was going to her head. She did not want to start sounding off like a crabby, frustrated housewife in front of Mona. Not after all the ecstatic letters she had received from Mona singing the praises of marriage and of her husband in particular. Ellen did not want to admit her failure in the face of her friend's obvious success.
Before the ensuing silence grew awkward, the front door opened and Jack came in. He was carrying a large flat box in both hands. "Hi, everybody! Who's for pizza? I brought a large one just in case."
Ellen took Mona by the arm and led her over to her husband. "Mona, this is jack, my dearly beloved husband." She gave him a kiss. "So you didn't eat dinner after all! Neither did we. We were too busy talking, Mona, are you as hungry as I am?" She caught the embarrassed look in Mona's eyes, and realized Jack was flashing her with one of his high-power come-ons. She felt a quick surge of anger, but she forced it deep inside. Obviously the bastard couldn't help himself. He had to try for every attractive woman he met, no matter how happily married she was.
Mona took the pizza from Jack and kicked his shin sharply "Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I lost my balance for a minute. Come on. Let's eat." She noticed with satisfaction that Mona was paying little attention to Jack now. She was one beauty he wouldn't get.
Ellen's husband was quick. He took her signal for exactly what it was. He had to agree with her. It wouldn't be cool to try to seduce his wife's best friend under his wife's own roof. But he was impressed. Mona had been a pretty, shy young thing in the pictures Ellen had. But now she was a striking, full-breasted woman--far more interesting to Jack than any teenager. It took an effort for the man to keep his eyes and thoughts off her tits. Though he had been royally laid just an hour before, Mona made him ache to get it up all over again.
"How's life back there on the west coast?" he asked Mona. He was interested to see how she handled herself in a conversation. It intrigued him the way her eyes fled from his like those of a cornered virgin. He was sure she wasn't nearly as worldly or self-confident as her appearance indicated.
"We love it." Her eyes stared clearly into his now. She had regained the initiative. "You and Ellen will have to come out and visit us some time. Daniel and I have lots of interesting little places we'd love to show you."
He looked at the woman with a new respect. She had handled the situation well. While remaining all smiles and generosity, she had put him right in his place. "Yeah," he murmured. "Yeah, we'll have to do that. Won't we, Ellen?"
Ellen was still grinning at Mona's calm reply. She was so pleased with her girl friend, she felt like getting up and hugging her. Instead she took a hearty mouthful of pizza and smiled at her husband over a vista of black olives and sausage and tomato sauce.
When the pizza had disappeared, Jack got up and said he had a long day at the office coming up.
"Jack likes to get up at the crack of dawn," Ellen explained. "He gets most of his work done before the rest of the staff comes in."
"I'm impressed." Now that he wasn't trying seduce her with his eyes, Mona could relax and enjoy Jack. He was cool and funny and intelligent. "It's all I can do to wake up long enough to wave Daniel goodbye at nine."
"Morning's the best part of the day," Jack said. "Which reminds me, Ellen, honey, Sam Lang came by the office today and invited me to go on a hunting expedition with him and a friend this weekend. You don't mind, do you? I figure you girls would like some time alone anyway, to get reacquainted."
Ellen was temporarily angered, but let his lie pass. What did she care what Jack would be doing all weekend? It would be fun to have some time alone with Mona, just like the old days. "Sure, you go ahead and have a good time, baby. Mona and I have lots of talking to do."
"Swell. Then I think I'll take my gear along with me in the morning. Sam can pick me up at the office and we'll head right out. That way, we'll get there before midnight."
"Okay, darling."
Mona was impressed by how smoothly Ellen and Jack communicated. She wished she and Daniel could have that much understanding between them. Sometime during her visit, she would have to ask Ellen how she managed to put together such a happy marriage. As soon as she got up the nerve.
Friday, Ellen took Mona shopping. They didn't return until evening. The redhead decided to fix them something special for dinner. She served wine with the meal, and even Mona drank two glasses of the fine cool chablis. By nine-thirty both women were exhausted and happy.
"Listen ... I've got an idea." Ellen had had far more wine than Mona. Her inhibitions were down. "Seeing we're going to be alone all weekend, why don't you come sleep with me? I hate sleeping alone. It'll be just like the pajama parties back in the old days."
Mona automatically questioned the plan, but she could find nothing in it but harmless fun. Mona, too, hated sleeping alone. And though Ellen's home was tastefully decorated, the guest room was bleak and sterile as most guest rooms. It would be much nicer to share Ellen's king size bed and her big cozy quilt.
The blonde changed her clothes in the guest room. She was shocked when she entered the master bedroom and found Ellen sitting naked on the bed, smoking a cigarette.
As soon as she caught the shocked look on her friend's face, Ellen remembered how modest Mona had been back at college. She had always slept with panties and bra under her pajamas when they spent the night together. Obviously Mona was naked under her nightgown, but she was still embarrassed by Ellen's total nudity. The redhead was surprised that marriage had not cured her friend of that kind of false modesty. Alcohol made her frank. "Does it bother you ... my being naked, Mona? Tell me if it does. I usually sleep in the raw, but I have plenty of nightgowns, if it would make you more comfortable."
"Oh ... no ... that's okay. Don't mind me. I still haven't completely gotten over being raised by Puritans. You're very pretty, Ellen. You've really kept yourself in good shape." Ellen's forthright approach to Mona's embarrassment had freed the younger woman of her tension. She assessed the full round swells of Ellen's breasts, her narrow waist and firm flat belly with unconcealed admiration. Her own body, while still firm and shapely, was rounder and fuller ... less classic than Ellen's.
Ellen laughed heartily. She was pleased. "You didn't know back then that all this was hidden under all that, did you? Neither did I. But I was sure happy when I found out."
"I bet Jack was happy too. He didn't know his wife was going to turn into a fashion model right before his eyes."
The remark made Ellen feel instantly depressed. She stubbed out her cigarette and crawled under the covers. "Come on. let's get some sleep. I'm pooped."
Ellen was an affectionate woman. She liked to cuddle close. When Mona settled in on her side facing away from the redhead, Ellen spooned her body around the younger woman's and wrapped her arms around her tight. She was surprised by the hot little tremors of pleasure that flared in her pussy. Mona was such a warm, filing, armful. Her lush body felt so good. "Mmm, feels nice."
Gradually Mona's tension died away. She forgot about how unnatural it was to sleep in the arms of another woman and let herself relax in the comforting bond of human closeness. They went to sleep that way, cozy and innocent as two babes.
It was still dark when Ellen woke up. For a moment, she forgot whom she was holding in her arms. She was surprised to find the full heavy tits. Then she remembered.
Curiously, the redhead's hands worked down until they came into shocking contact with naked skin. In sleep, Mona's nightgown had worked up to her waist. Her slightly rounded belly was soft and tantalizing to the touch. Ellen's hand pulled automatically away when she felt the abrasive grazing of pubic hair.
Much to her surprise, Mona's hips thrust forward slightly, as though in search of the hand. Ellen could hear her friend's breathing, deep and regular. Obviously, she was still asleep, though her body; seemed to hunger for more of the tender touch.
Ellen forced a fingertip into the cleft between Mona's clenched thighs. She found the nub of Mona's clitoris. It was large, engorged with blood. Though asleep, Mona was turned on!
Ellen had never tried anything like this before The wickedness of her action only made her lust for it all the more. She circled her finger enticingly round and round the slick swollen head of her friend's clit. Gently, almost imperceptibly, Mona's hips rocked forward to meet her finger. Her thighs parted slightly, allowing the finger to slip deeper in the soft, hair-fringed slit.
"Mmmmm ... " The sound of her friend's voice almost scared Ellen off her perverted course. But she realized Mona was welcoming what she was doing. She found the spongy hole to Mona's cunt and shoved her finger up inside. The hot damp clasp of the other woman's pussy made her own cunt throb with excitement. It felt like her own pussy, yet different somehow. Smaller maybe, narrower.
Moved by equal measures of curiosity and arousal, Ellen stroked her finger gently in and out of her friend's pussy. She made room for Mona when she struggled to settle onto her back. To her delight, the younger woman parted her legs farther, so it was easy now for Ellen to keep up her lewd tantalizing stroking.
The redhead could feel her own nipples growing hard and swollen with excitement. She brushed them against Mona's flesh, forced her nightgown up higher so she could feel her large naked tits. She adjusted her position slightly, straddled Mona's body partway, so she could rub her own tits against Mona's.
"Mmmmmm ... "
Even through the half-waking force of her passion, Ellen could detect a difference in this moan. It was more expressive somehow, more conscious. She stopped the stroking of her finger and lay very still, waiting for the regular breathing that would tell her she had been wrong, that Mona was still asleep.
"Do it to me some more ... please ... " Mona's voice was thick with sleep, but her arousal was unmistakable. She ground her pussy upward slightly, begging Ellen's hand to resume its tantalizing ministrations.
Once she got over her shock, Ellen was only too pleased to oblige. It seemed incredible that a woman who was so modest about displaying her body or looking at another should respond to quickly to a lesbian embrace. Then Ellen remembered a lesson she had learned from her orgy experience a few years back. The quietest men and women were often the most explosive sexually. It was as though that was the one way they could really be themselves.
"It felt so good to be close to you, darling ... I just wanted to touch you."
Ellen was surprised that her natural instinct had led her to investigate her girl friend's body this way. She had often fantasized making love to women, but she hadn't consciously realized any of her fantasies were directed toward Mona. But when she thought about it, it all fit. The funny little tingles she had felt every time she had a chance to study Mona's lovely, still innocent face; her fascination with the other woman's big tits ... probably the same instincts had been there, deeply sublimated, even back in college.
Ellen continued to work her finger back and forth in her friend's tight, gripping pussy. She could feel it getting wetter in there. Mona's thick lubricants coating her fingers intensified Ellen's excitement. She was bringing Mona pleasure in the most primitive way possible.
"Does it feel good like that, Mona? What do you want, darling? I'll do anything to make you happy." She felt like an experienced lesbian, seducing her innocent young friend. She had to remind herself that Mona obviously wanted this as much as she did. One look at the gently smiling face next to hers reminded her. Mona's eyes were closed, but Mona was definitely not sleeping. Her hips were writhing upward now, seeking out the invading finger.
The delicious sensations that awakened her began to arouse Mona. The young blonde was totally absorbed in the real life fantasy now. It was a tantalizing remake of wicked thoughts she had entertained in her times alone. In her semi-conscious state, it was easy for her to become as aroused as her deep-rooted sexuality would permit her to be ... and that was very aroused indeed. Mona always had her very best orgasms when she was alone playing with herself.
This forbidden experience was like that. Her best friend's finger stroking steadily in and out of her wet pussy was ten times more titillating, though, than her own finger. This time, she had the satisfaction of human contact. It was so good, so safe, lying here with Ellen. Ellen was so kind to her. She had no big hard cock that she would force Mona to go down on. Theirs could be a gentle, womanly love.
Her thoughts were muddled by sleep and passion. But they were convincing enough to let Mona participate whole heartedly in this lesbian experimentation. "Oh, Ellen ... it's good! Do it faster, darling! Oh, yes ... God-d-d!" She dared to reach out and stroke her girl friend's tits, marveling at how hard and long her nipples were. Ellen's responsive groans made her own cunt seethe with desire. They were sharing this new provocative experience. Ellen was enjoying it as much as she was. She humped her hips harder up against the stroking hand. "Uuuuuhhh ... do it to meeee!"
Mona held back nothing. She felt none of the fear and inhibitions she had been experiencing with her husband. By accident, she had discovered a place where she could feel warm and sheltered and secure in her sexuality. Ellen was risking as much as she was tonight. She need have no fear of Ellen's opinion of her later. They were partners, equals, in their perverted game.
Swept away by the rousing fury of her friend's excitement, Ellen worked her finger back and forth in the spongy depths of Mona's cunt. She sent a second finger up to join the first, and marveled at the deep groans of pleasure that escaped from Mona's lips.
Now that Mona was her prisoner in passion, Ellen felt free to do something she realized she had been wanting to do for a long time. She bent down and closed her lips over one of the blonde's swollen nipples. Sucking like a hungry baby, she worked her fingers tirelessly in Mona's pussy. She was delighted to hear the other woman's moans grow louder and more abandoned.
"Mmmmmm ... " Ellen was total aggressor now. Her body half straddled Mona's. Her mouth and hands labored feverishly for the younger woman's gratification. More than anything, she wanted to hear the sweet sound of Mona's orgasm. She wanted to know she had brought her lovely friend the ultimate in fulfillment. Eyes closed, Mona rocked her head from side to side and stroked her woman lover's bushy red hair. She was in a delirium of sweet compelling ecstasy that asked no questions, made no demands. Ml she had to do was lie here and let Ellen do what she wanted to do. The result was hot passion-waves that swept over her whole body and made her quiver with happiness. It was going to be so easy to come, she realized. So easy. So good. "Ellen, darling, I've never felt this wonderful! Never!"
Though her own cunt ached with frustrated arousal, Ellen was far too content feeling her friend's pussy and sucking her tit to think of complaining. First things first And right now all she wanted to do was please Mona. Mona was such a naive, lovely woman. She wanted to make her so happy. "Oh, Mona, darling! I'm so glad! I love you! I love the way you feel!"
For long moments the room was alive with passionate murmurs and suggestive writhings Dawn was beginning to filter through the curtains picking out the blonde and red highlights in the hair of the lewdly entwined women. They paid no attention to the sunrise. Both were too absorbed it the hot crisis at hand.
"Oh, Mona, darling ... your pussy is so soft and wet ... I love the feel of it! I want to make you feel good! I want to make you come! Come for me, baby!"
Her girl friend's urgent words started a new wave of tremors that washed over the blonde's body, carried her up to the threshold of orgasm. "Oh God! I'm doing it, Ellen! I'm commming!" She squirmed wildly, working out the fury of her release. At last, her body relaxed completely. She drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
Ellen wrapped herself possessively around her friend's lush body and joined her in sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was close to noon when the women awoke. Their awakening was almost simultaneous. They sought the warm shelter of one another's arms to reassure themselves that what they remembered had really happened ... and, for Mona, that it was all right.
The blonde felt somewhat shaken by the memory of her intense abandon, her soaring climax. Her conscience was reawakening, enough to make her feel uncomfortable about her wanton behavior. She needed Ellen to reassure her that everything between them was still good. She did not need to be reassured about the warm glow in her pussy. Even her conscience could not extinguish that. Her body still relished more of the hot stimulating caresses. Her mind wanted it too. But first she needed the reassurance.
She held her girl friend close and buried her face between her firm round tits. "Oh, Ellen," she murmured, but she left the question unasked.
Ellen kissed her gently on the forehead. She raised Mona's chin and gazed into the soft brown eyes. "It was good, Mona ... the most beautiful thing that's happened to me in a long, long time."
The tense lines in Mona's face relaxed visibly. She smiled gratefully at her friend. "I'm so glad, Ellen. Me, too. It was wonderful for me, too."
The redhead was ready for another sexual confrontation, but she held back. She knew affection was more important to Mona than sex at the moment. She would have to wait for the right time to work out the seething ache in her cunt. But it would be worth it. Mona had already demonstrated her capacities as a lover.
They wrapped themselves in their robes and went out to the kitchen to make breakfast. Ellen blended eggs and fruit and nuts in the blender. "How about a little brandy?" she asked. "Just to wash out the cobwebs."
For once, Mona was more than eager for alcohol. She needed a little something to calm her down. She sat on a stool watching Ellen work and tried to reconcile the familiar image of her friend with the imaginative lover she had met last night. She couldn't help grinning at Ellen's reckless enthusiasm in the kitchen. She was splattering food everywhere, but she was enjoying herself. "Sure ... shoot the works!"
Ellen added two generous shots of brandy to the blender and whirled the concoction to smooth perfection. She poured the drinks into two tall mugs. "Let's go into the living room. It's more comfortable."
She turned on the stereo, and the women arranged themselves amid a pile of pillows on the rug. Ellen brought out some magazines for them to look at. But neither of them was really ready to read. Their minds and bodies were still reeling with thoughts and feelings about their new discovery.
It was Ellen who broke the ice. "You know, kid, I'm really glad things turned out the way they did last night. Believe it or not. I've never made love to a woman before." She laughed ruefully and reached for her pack of cigarettes. "Want one? I would have done it long ago if I'd realized how wonderful it could be." Her fingers shook as she lit Mona's cigarette, then her own. "See? I'm still tingling all over."
"Me, too." Mona smoked in silence for a moment. Her face was very serious. "Ellen, I haven't been entirely honest with you in my letters ... about Daniel and me. Things aren't so good with us." She bit her lip and fumbled with a piece of lint clinging to her robe.
Ellen felt relieved. She knew it was probably not the most noble sentiment in the world, but it was a relief to know that Mona as a wife was just as subject to human failing as she was. She reached over and stroked the blonde's hand. "Want to talk about it, honey?"
Mona's teeth sank deeper into her lip. She was fighting off tears. "I ... I don't ... know ... what's wrong with me, Ellen. I just don't seem to be a very good lover for Daniel. He wants me to do all these things with him and I ... I just can't! They're repulsive to me! They're wrong!" Once they were started, the words poured out.
"There, there, darling ... you can cry all you want to. It's good for you." She drew the other woman close and rocked her gently in her lap. At last, Mona seemed to exhaust herself to weeping. She struggled to a sitting position arid took a long drag on her cigarette.
She smiled feebly through her tears. "Thanks, Ellen. You were right. It helped. I guess I was feeling guilty ... about all the fuss I make with Daniel when he wants me to do something ... and about how easy it was with you."
Ellen drained her drink. The deep well of compassion she felt for her girl friend was having a two-fold effect. She wanted to comfort, but she wanted to comfort sexually. She wanted to make her forget about all the bad experiences she had obviously had with Daniel. Her protective instinct made her pussy tingle with arousal. She was beginning to understand some of the aspects of love between women. "You know, Mona, you shouldn't be blaming yourself. Obviously there are reasons why you can be more comfortable with me sexually than you can with your husband. Maybe it's just a matter of your own gut feelings. Maybe Daniel pushes you too far. I didn't push you ... I let you come to meet me halfway."
"Yes ... I see what you mean. The night before I called you to say I was coming out, he pushed. He made me ... suck his cock."
Ellen wasn't sure what to say. She loved sucking cock, though she hadn't had much practice lately. It was a general frustration with men that had been holding her back recently, not a disillusionment with cocks. She sometimes wished she could be more successful in distinguishing between the two.
"You didn't enjoy it ... at all?" she asked cautiously.
"That's the awful part. I did enjoy it. I felt some kind of weird thrill about being held down by my own husband ... about being forced to take his cock in my mouth and suck it till he came in me. He even made me swallow it ... " She searched Ellen's face for signs of disapproval. There were none. In fact, she thought she saw a gleam ... of something quite different.
Ellen kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Don't feel guilty about that, darling. It's natural for you to feel what you did. I couldn't count the number of times I've felt exactly the same way when I was sucking a cock ... like I was its slave or something. It really turned me on."
Though Mona had been secretly hoping for this kind of validation from Ellen, her friend's confession still shocked her. "You mean ... you do it? You don't mind?"
"No, I like it a lot, Mona. But I haven't been doing it so much lately. Not since Jack's been spending so much time with other women." Ellen was afraid she was going to start crying. She took a long swallow of Mona's drink instead.
Mona felt it was her turn to comfort. She kissed her friend tenderly on the cheek and put an arm around her. "Oh, Ellen ... Jack's been running around on you? I'm so sorry." Her next words slipped out before she could think better of it. "You know ... I could kind of tell about him."
Ellen laughed bitterly. "You mean by the way he was ogling you? I hate to disillusion you, honey ... but it's no particular compliment. He does that to every pretty hunk that comes along." At once she regretted the harsliness of her words. "I didn't mean anything against you, Mona. I just get so mad sometimes."
"Oh, I understand. I would, too." Now it was Mona who was trying to spread good cheer. "We're a funny pair, aren't we? Each of us had the other one convinced we had the original marriage made in heaven. Now it turns out we're both just holding on for dear life."
Ellen hugged her friend fiercely. She tried to laugh, but the joke was too bitter. "That's why I was so glad to see you, Mona. The minute I saw you, I realized how important you are to me. You've been my one link with sanity for years now. I f eel like ... like you care about me more than my own husband does."
"Oh ... I do care for you, Ellen. I do. But don't think Jack doesn't love you. I'm sure he does, in his own way. He's still with you, isn't he?"
"Why not? Where else would he get household help so cheap?" The words were caustic, but Ellen was feeling better already. She was beginning to respond to the stimulation of being so close to Mona. She could smell the sweet aroma of her skin, feel the pressure of her tits against her body through their robes. "Mona, I want to make love to you!"
The blonde didn't let herself think about her response. Her reply was waiting there in her belly, hot and demanding. That was the call she wanted to obey. She wouldn't let herself think it was wrong. She and Ellen meant too much to one another. They needed each other. "I want to, too," she moaned urgently. She held up her lips to be kissed.
Ellen planted her lips firmly over Mona's and searched her mouth hungrily with her tongue. While they embraced, the redhead eased her girlfriend full-length down onto the rug. She ran her hand eagerly over the upthrusting mounds of Mona's tits through her thin clothes. She prodded once or twice at the tantalizing crevice between Mona's thighs. "Darling, you taste so good. Let's take off our clothes."
Submissively, Mona began to remove her robe and nightie. She was beyond the point of feeling self-conscious about her body now. She and Ellen were lovers. It was proper. She watched the other woman's eyes as she removed the last of her clothing. The sheen of admiration there made Mona blush with pride.
"God, you're beautiful!" Ellen exclaimed. She stared at the heavy, high-set tits, the smooth belly, the full womanly hips. Quickly she threw off her own robe and lay down again next to her friend. "Just looking at you makes me want to please you so bad." Her lewd words inspired her lust. Once again, she kissed Mona hungrily. This time, she lay her body on top of Mona's and ground her cunt against Mona's pussy while their tongues dueled hotly.
Her friend's passion swept away what remained of Mona's self-restraint. She hunched her cunt greedily up against Ellen's pussy, relishing the tantalizing stimulation on her clitoris. Fire-darts soared unchecked through her perversely aroused body. She remembered last night and the sweet pleasure Ellen had brought her. This time, she vowed, she would bring Ellen pleasure too. She would give as good as she got.
Both women began to mewl with excitement as their clits became engorged with blood from the rough, sensual stimulation. Like a man, Ellen raised her hips and dashed her groin down against her friend's pelvis, until the titillation was more than she could resist "God ... I'm coming!"
The lewd thrill of having her friend climax on her jolted Mona over the brink. "Me, too! Ah, it's good. Oh darling ... it just makes me want more and more!"
"Don't worry ... I'm going to give it to you!" Ellen's eyes wore a thin film of lust as she gazed down at her woman lover. She maneuvered herself around so her face was poised over Mona's pussy. Her own cunt was next to Mona's head. She wasn't going to force her friend to participate, but she wanted to eat pussy!
Her heart beat frantically as Ellen dipped her fingers into the soft brown down of Mona's cunt-hair and parted her fleshy vaginal lips. Her slit was wet with the juices of her climax, making her clit gleam temptingly up at Ellen. Though she had never been this close to another woman's pussy before, Ellen locked upon her friend's juicy slit with anticipation. She extended her tongue and stabbed it against her friend's slick clitoris. Pleased with Mona's howls of pleasure, she licked down over her fleshy cunt-lips to her puckered ass-hole, then back up again. The fragrant flavor of Mona's wetness only spurred her on in her lascivious task.
Mona could not believe the intense pleasure Ellen was dealing her cunt with her mouth. Many times, Daniel had tried to talk her into letting him do this to her, but she had always refused. Somehow, having Ellen do it seemed all right. And even if it wasn't morally right, the first pangs of pleasure would have removed all resistance anyway. The young housewife began to undulate her hips up, pressing her pussy obscenely against Ellen's face. "Mmmmm ... it's good, Ellen. You're making my pussy feel so wonderful! Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Ellen's own excitement was becoming unbearable. Though she had just climaxed, her pussy ached again for attention. The smell and flavor and touch sensations of her lewd undertaking made her own cunt yearn for the same tantalizing attentions. Though she didn't want to force Mona into anything, she began to churn her hips automatically in response to Mona's abandoned actions.
The more excited Mona became, the more wanton grew the feelings surging through her loins. She became aware of Ellen's cunt poised just inches from her head. She turned and looked at it through the thick, kinky hair, the gleaming tip of Ellen's clitoris seemed to beckon her. She reached forward and ran her tongue hesitantly into the thatched slit. The first taste seemed to snap the last of her inhibitions.
She wanted more of Ellen's fragrant love-juices. She wanted to give her girl friend the same intense pleasure she was receiving. Ellen's deep groans of arousal fired her resolve. She parted the hairy cunt-lips with her fingers and began to lick in earnest.
Ellen could scarcely contain her delight. Mona's tongue swipes were timid at first, but delicious. They brought her clitoris back to sweet aching erection. The longer Mona slaved, the more adventurous she became. Ellen could feel the call of climax building once again deep in her belly. "Aaaaiiieeee ... oooooohh, darling! You're making me feel soooo good! I love the sweet feel of your tongue on me, baby!"
Words of praise that would have embarrassed Mona in any other context now made her fall to her work with more greedy imagination than ever. She sank her tongue deep into the tight hole of Ellen's cunt. She reached back and sucked lasciviously on Ellen's clitoris. Each movement made the other woman grow more frantic with fevered lust.
The wails of the two women vied with one another in pitch and volume as they nibbled for their mutual pleasure. Both became completely immersed in the hot flashes soaring through their naked bellies, sending them closer to climax.
Ellen was first to orgasm, but Mona was not far behind her.
"Oh, God, darling ... I'm coming again!"
"Ellen! Ellen! Aaaahhhh, me too! Ohhhhhhhh!"
They lay quietly, savoring the sweet sensations simmering inside them. Neither of the women felt the least bit perverted. They smiled lazily in sweet satiety.
Even Mona had no qualms. She knew that what had just happened was right for her. She could feel it inside. She had never been this relaxed, this open to her sensuality. There was so much more she wanted to experience. She maneuvered around until she found Ellen's lips. She kissed her friend deeply and passionately.
Ellen had become her new love idol. Whatever Ellen did was all right with Mona.
CHAPTER FIVE
The women spent the rest of the day lying round, talking, smoking, making love. When it came time to eat dinner, Mona insisted upon driving down to the local deli to pick up a pizza. She said she wanted to do it for Ellen, kiddingly remarking that she looked too exhausted to lift a fork, let alone go anywhere.
Ellen willingly gave her friend the keys to her stationwagon. If forced to, she could have mustered up the strength to go out. But she had something else in mind.
Making love to Mona all day had been an intensely stimulating, rewarding experience. But it seemed the more Ellen got, the more she wanted. She was anxious to feel Jet's hard thick cock penetrating her pussy. But she didn't dare do it in front of Mona. By the time Mona waited for the pizza to be cooked and drove there and back, Ellen could have a good session with Jet securely under her belt.
She accompanied her girl friend to the kitchen door that led into the garage. As soon as she opened it, the big German shepherd came bounding inside.
"Poor baby!" Moan laughed. "I guess I've been keeping you away from him too long. He looked starved for company."
"Well, we'll keep each other company while you're gone, darling. I really appreciate this, Mona. See you soon."
They kissed a brief farewell. Ellen waited until she heard the car pull out of the driveway before she led Jet into the bedroom. Fucking in the living room seemed just a little too daring, with her friend expected back. An extra door between her and discovery would give her an added margin of safety. She pushed the door shut, but did not notice that it failed to latch and swung open a little way.
The redhead's thighs still felt sticky from her day's lovemaking as she knelt on the bedroom rug, naked, and waved her ass at the excited dog. Jet had been receiving little attention since Mona's arrival and he responded eagerly to Ellen's advances.
He moved in on her waving buttocks and licked hungrily over her lewdly exposed cunt. Ellen moaned and tilted her ass higher to give the dog better access to her pussy. She mewled with delight when his tongue found her cunt-hole and teased it unmercifully. "Ooooohhh, Jet ... that's the way, darling! Are you getting horny for me? Did you miss your mama the last couple of days?"
The dumb animal licked with renewed enthusiasm over her pussy and asshole. He growled softly. Ellen looked back over her shoulder and grinned at the sight of his swollen cock protruding red and tapered from his sheath.
"That'a boy, Jet darling! Now ... up, boy, up! Ooooohh, Jet ... fuck meeeee!" To the woman's surprise, the dog managed to find her cunt on his first try. His pointed cock-head soared deep into her welcoming twat. Without pausing an instant on full penetration, he began to ram his turgid cudgel in and out of her cunt with determined speed and intensity. "Uuuuuuhhhh ... jeez, Jet ... that's awfully ... uuuuuhhh ... good!"
Impaled once again on her big pet's cock, Ellen smiled in relief. Making love to Mona was wonderful, but she had hungered for something hard and relentless filling her responsive cunt. For just a little while now, she would allow herself the luxury of writhing shamelessly back against her dog's loins, taking his cock deep inside her belly. When Mona came back, it would be just their little secret ... hers and Jet's.
Her white round ass ground hungrily backward, as though trying to suck the dog's prick up inside. "Fuck me, Jet! Ooooohh, yess ... fuck me!" Her mind began to spin its lurid fantasies of how she was the abject slave of this powerful dog, kneeling before him to give him his pleasure ... sacrificing her naked ass to his bestial lust.
Far from envisioning a fairy story, Mona at this moment found herself confronting something much closer to a tale of horror. She was kneeling outside the bedroom door, watching her girl friend kneeling on the rug, fucking her pet dog. It was incredible! Mona had to pinch herself and blink and blink again to be sure she was not dreaming some awful dream. But it was true.
She had come back into the house to fetch her wallet, and she had found her best friend fucking her dog with oblivious relish. Truth was indeed wilder than fiction.
For the first few moments, the blonde had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep from crying aloud. She wanted to run in there and stop them, to convince Ellen that she must stop humiliating herself, sacrificing herself to this bestial ritual. But the longer she watched, the more she began to wonder what it was that was bringing that look of ecstasy to her friend's face. More than the fact of the dog's cock, what fantasy had Ellen built up in her mind to derive so much pleasure from this depraved coupling?
The more Mona thought about it, the more excited she became. Little hot flashes of arousal flared from her tingling pussy. The sensual awakening she had been experiencing all day had left her receptive to ideas of broader experimentation. Closer now to awareness of her own sexuality with what could turn people on.
The couple of drinks she'd had this afternoon helped to unshackle her inhibitions. She began to imagine the sensations of that hard red prick stabbing into wet pussy-flesh. She toyed with the kind ofmental images Ellen must be entertaining right now. The loud lewd cries that sprang tirelessly from her redhead's lips helped give her a clearer idea of the workings of Ellen's mind.
"Oooooohhhhh ... you luck me so good, baby! I love having your big red cock in me! I love it! You're so good to me, Jet darling!"
She really likes it, Mona thought as she watched, fascinated by the bright red cock slipping in and out of the wet pussy. Her own cunt began to grow damp with her lust. It was almost as though she could imagine what it was like now ... as though she could feel the dog-cock reaming her cunt wide. Too preoccupied to be shocked by her own perversion, she watched wide-eyed with wonder as Ellen's whole body trembled out its orgasm.
"Oh, God, Jet! You're making me come, doggie darling! Oh shit, you're doing it to me so good! Hurry up! Give me some more before Mona comes back!"
The watching blonde started at the unexpectedmention of her own name. She felt a passing pang of guilt about spying on her friend like this. But then, her friend was being a little underhanded herself.
Her jaw dropped open in amazement as a long drip of spittle splashed from the dog's tongue onto the woman's back. Disgusting as she would have found the sight under usual circumstances, Mona now felt a new sensation. She reached down just to pat her cunt through her dress, to quell the aching there. But within moments, she found herself with her skirt up to her waist while her fingers delved into her panties and stroked her clit. As her clit became more and more engorged with blood, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
Completely unaware of her audience in the hallway, Ellen ground her ass tirelessly back against her dog's loins. She savored every hard filling stroke of the dog's cock as it drove its way deep into her craving pussy. She closed her eyes and imagined how she must look, kneeling depravedly in front of a big animal, wailing with passionate ecstasy. "Uuuuuhhh ... " Her lips wore an unnatural smile. "My pussy's so hot, so wide open."
Hearing her friend referring to her pussy reminded Mona of how it had felt and tasted just a couple of hours ago. She wondered if Ellen had been thinking then about finding a chance to fuck the dog later. The idea excited her. It was so lewd. Ellen's greedy sexuality impressed the younger woman. Because Ellen, her new woman lover, was doing this thing, Mona felt moved to consider doing it herself some time ... just to see what it was like.
Never before in her life had she even imagined that women would do things like this. Now she found herself playing with the idea herself, at the inspiration of her unknowing, sexy girl friend. For one brief instant, she reflected with amazement on how great a change just a couple of days away from her husband had brought. She blushed, then she grinned. She couldn't be all that weird. After all, Ellen was doing already far more than Mona had ever even attempted.
Mona stabbed a finger deep into her cunt and began to work it back and forth in time to the dog's cock stroking into Ellen's pussy. She thrust her own ass a little higher in the air, in imitation of the way Ellen was lurching back at the animal's lusty thrusts. Her eyes grew heavy with arousal as her body grew weaker and weaker. Her twat felt like it was on the verge of exploding. She stroked harder, faster, as Jet did likewise. By the look on Ellen's face, it was apparent the redhead was feeling just as abandoned as she was.
For long minutes, the orgy continued, with Ellen fucking her dog wildly in the bedroom, and Mona stroking her own pussy in the hall. The harder the dog rammed his prick into Ellen's cunt, the more feverishly the woman humped back. She could feel him getting even harder. Obviously, he was getting ready to blow his wad. The thought made the redhead weak with arousal.
"Oh, yeah, Jet! Do it, darling! Fill my pussy with your sweet cum!"
Mona's mouth gaped open as she waited for the lusty moment when the dog would squirt her girl friend full of cum. It seemed to her the long red prick was getting even bigger as it flew in and out of Ellen's pussy. It was just like a man's, she thought ... getting extra hard before he was ready to come.
"Uuuuuhhhh! Ooooohhh ... it's good in meee! Fill me, lover!" Ellen could feel the thick dog-juices overflowing her pussy. The sensation caused her heated twat to spasm once again in delicious orgasm. "Fuck, me too! I'm coming too, Jet!"
The lascivious sight drove Mona over the top. She stuffed her finger far into her twat and held it there while the rush of orgasm swept through her. As she struggled to regain her breath, she marveled at the obscene event that had just made her enjoy her most intense orgasm of the day. She was beginning to understand why she had instinctively mistrusted her sexuality with her husband. It seemed that her lust was a Pandora's Box. Once opened, it was releasing all kinds of dark and unworldly fantasies and misdeeds.
Anxious now to accomplish the mission she had been sent out on, Mona found her wallet and headed for the deli. She hoped none of her agitation showed as she and Ellen sat and ate pizza together. To Mona, there was an almost humorous irony to the fact that they were talking about slip covers when something far more tantalizing was on both their minds.
As they drifted into sleep that night, the two women relived their memories of what they had done that day. Mona wondered what it would be like to participate in the ultimate depravity of bestiality.
CHAPTER SIX
It was late when the three men arrived at the hunting lodge. They shared a pint of whiskey in the lounge, then each went off to his own room.
Jack Banyon was awakened by a soft rapping at his door. "What is it?" he demanded gruffly.
"It's the maid, sir. I was wondering if it was all right if I started cleaning up now.
"I'm still in bed, for chrissakes."
The young female voice sounded disappointed. "All right, sir. I'll come back later."
Jack had a hunch. "Hold it. Come in here for a minute."
A key turned in his lock and a voluptuous young blonde let herself into the room. She stood shyly by the door, though her blue eyes assessed the man boldly.
Jack grinned. He had noticed this young woman last night, in the lounge. She'd been dressed in casual slacks and sweater then. He hadn't realized she worked here. Her lush body straining against her tight-fitting clothes had had at least half his attention during the time he'd spent in the lounge with his buddies. It seemed a happy stroke of fate had brought her to his very bed this morning.
"Am I interfering with your schedule?" he asked.
The gleam in her eyes told him this girl had had more experience than she was letting on. "I like to get my work done as early as possible. But we're not supposed to bother the paying guests."
"Don't worry, honey. You're not hassling me." He noticed her eyes following his naked body with interest as he sat up in bed and reached for his cigarettes. He held the sheet carelessly over his loins while he lit up. "Why don't you start cleaning up in the bathroom? I'll be out of here in a few minutes." He assessed her reaction through the thin curl of his cigarette smoke. She was interested, no doubt about that.
"If you're sure, sir."
"I'm sure."
"Thank you." Her pretense of shyness seemed to disappear as she walked easily toward the bathroom. Her youthful, rounded hips swayed provocatively. Even through the shapeless white skirt of her uniform, they looked damned good to fuck.
He smoked his cigarette slowly, relishing the knowledge that he could take his time, that she would be ready. He could hear her humming to herself as she ran the faucets in the bathroom. Jack was glad he had decided to accompany his friends on their hunting trip. He couldn't care less about stalking game in the woods. At the moment, his sole interest was the kind of quarry that scrubbed out hotel rooms early in the morning.
At last he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up. He was naked. His cock protruded long and menacing from his loins. It had been throbbing right from the first moments of her entrance. With the self-confidence born from long experience, Jack had been able to spot the kind of girl who was ripe for adventures.
He walked into the bathroom and found her kneeling on the bathmat, scrubbing the tub. She was unaware of his entrance. He knelt behind her and stroked lightly over her skimpily covered legs. The soft feel of her flesh through the light shiny material of her uniform made his cock lurch lustily. It brushed ever so slightly against her upturned buttocks.
Though he was sure she was aware of his presence, she did not turn around. She did wave her hips, though, giving him a salacious go-ahead. She continued to scrub the tub, less energetically now. He could tell she was waiting.
Grinning at her sly response, he began to slip her skirt up over her hips. To his shock and delight, he found that she wore no panties underneath. It seemed a risky way to go around doing housework. Undoubtedly he had not been the first man to discover her tantalizing secret.
His fingers caressed the round swelling cheeks of her ass. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him. "You late-risers are all the same," she murmured.
"Late-riser, fuck. You realize it's only a quarter to seven?"
"That's late for a hunter."
"But early for a chambermaid."
She was responding lewdly to his lusty caresses. "Well, I have to admit ... I hit your room first. I saw you looking at me m the lounge last night. So naturally I checked out your room number."
"You're a smart girl."
"This isn't much of a job. I have to seek my compensations where I can find them. You're a good-looking guy."
He ogled the creamy ass-flesh under his fingertips. "You're a good-looking girl. Beautiful, in fact."
She giggled. "Well don't go asking me what a beautiful girl like me's doing in a place like this. The answer is boring."
"Like what?"
"Like my old man's one of the guides here. He gets his on the trail. I get mine back home."
"I didn't know many women came to this lodge."
"I told you it was a boring story. Now why don't we quit talking and screw?"
Jack couldn't find any fault in a response like that. Though he was sure the pretty chambermaid was no more than twenty, at the very most, she was wise in the ways of the world. And she sure as hell knew what her pussy was for, if her old man didn't.
Jack slipped his turgid cock in along the crevice of her ass and slid it back and forth. She squirmed back against him and moaned softly. Her sponge had fallen useless into the tub now. She clung to the side in lusty expectation of that hard cock probing against her naked ass.
"Mmmmm, that's a nice one. I can tell just by the way the head rubs against me. It's going to feel good up in my pussy."
The unpretentious sexuality of this young beauty was turning Jack on like he hadn't been turned on in some time. He stuck a finger up inside her juicy cunt and relished the tight spasming caress of her internal muscles. He coated his cock-head liberally with her moisture. Then he parted her cheeks so he could eyeball her pink, hair-fringed hole. "That sure is a pretty pussy, baby. I'm going to enjoy this."
Bending over a tub, waiting for a stranger to impale her on his cock, made the young woman quiver with passion. She lurched backward against his cock, trying to trap it up inside her eager twat. The firm caress of his fingers holding her ass-cheeks made her hungry for more of his loving. "Stick it in me, baby. Oooohh, I want it so bad!"
"Me too!" Unable to wait another moment, he shoved his lubricated prick deep into her cunt. The rippling grasp of her pussy-muscles made him grunt with erotic haste. He pulled out, until just his cock-head was still buried in her hole. Then he shoved deep up inside once again. It was a bold, primitive rhythm, lacking in finesse, but it was what they both wanted right now.
"Uuuuuhhhh! Jee-zuz!" She had buried her head in her arms. She concentrated on the powerful strokes surging in and out of her cunt. Little fiery pangs of splendid passion darted throughout her half-naked body, making her tremble and moan with abandon. "Mmm, you really know how to use that big sweet cock of yours, daddy! Do it! Screw me! Screw me!"
"Fuck, woman!" She was no longer a girl in his eyes now. She was a woman! No creature who could squeeze and flutter her pussy like that was anything less than one hundred per cent woman. "That is one beautiful tight twat you've got there! Man, I don't know when my cock's ever been treated like this!"
All along the length of his soaring cock, tantalizing nibbles of hot flesh urged him to mounting lust. Her pussy opened and closed over him repeatedly, milking his throbbing shaft. As he became more and more obsessed with the contagious sexuality of the blonde, his fingers dug into her shapely ass-flesh ... his cock assaulted her cunt with greater force and passion.
He was pleased with himself. This was one hell of a way to start the day. Wouldn't the boys be jealous if they knew!
Soon the boys and their jealousy became unimportant. He stroked his cock deep into the cunt before him with growing speed and abandon. He could feel the load bubbling in his balls, aching for release. Once he had blown his wad into this pretty, talented cunt, he would be ready to face lions today. This girl made him feel like a real, rutting male.
"Do it to me! Oh God!" she wailed. "It's good! So damned good!"
"Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah! Jee-zuz, you're hot!"
In a moment, he knew why. "I'm coming!" he yelped.
As soon as he knew she had let go, he relaxed the iron grip he had held on himself. His thick heated load surged from his cock, filled her belly with roiling semen. "Uuuhh! It's good coming in you, baby!"
When at last he pulled his cock from her sated cunt, a thin trail of cum followed him. "You're sensational, baby. I hope I'll be seeing more of you while I'm here."
She struggled to her feet and rearranged her uniform. "Try and stop me." She grinned up at him.
He patted her on the ass and led her to the door. "Why don't you bring us both up some breakfast, and we can talk a little."
She drank coffee while she watched him plow through a heaping plateful of ham, bacon, eggs and pancakes. "I like a man with a big appetite ... for everything."
"You're looking at the right man."
"What does your wife think of your lusty appetites?" She enjoyed the look of surprise on his face.
"How did you know I was married?"
She was letting him know, if he didn't already, that she was in control of what happened to her. "You can always tell, baby. Don't ever forget that. It's written on your forehead just as indelibly as your eyebrows."
"Hey ... that's heavy." He chuckled. "And I thought if anyone knew how to play the cool guy, it was me."
"You're pretty cool, but you're still married."
"My wife knows how I am. She doesn't mind." The jaded grin looked unnatural on her young, un-lined face. "Yeah ... they never do."
He was going to show her. "Look, baby. My wife's different. She's got her own thing."
"Good for her. Like what?"
He had never told anyone, but he felt in this case it wouldn't hurt. The two women would never meet. "She likes to get it on with dogs."
"Oh yeah? So do I."
Jack was speechless. He had thought his wife was unique. He had steered clear of her perversion, had never even watched her with Jet. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it. But the thought of watching this young, sexy blonde screwing a dog turned him on. He wasn't involved with the chambermaid. "Wow ... how about letting me watch?"
She giggled. "Sure. It would be a turn-on for me too, to have somebody watch me. I'll set it up. Guess I better get back to work now."
"Hey! What's your name?"
She peeked back around the doorframe. "Dorie. See you later."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack spent the day out in the woods with his friends tracking a deer, but never got off a shot. Sam and his friend, Butch, complained loudly, but Jack was happy enough with the day. Fresh air and the outdoors meant more to him than bringing back fresh kill.
When he was heading into the lodge dining room for dinner, Dorie pulled him quickly aside. "Meet me out at the barn at nine," she whispered.
Jack grinned as he watched her shapely ass disappear down the hall. His cock lurched contentedly in his pants. He was ready for another adventure and he knew that Dorie was just the girl to give it to him.
Sam was smiling at Jack as he approached their table. "You've got yourself a fan club here too, eh? I thought you told me this was your first visit up here."
"It is." Jack reached for a roll and began to eat. He wasn't ready to cut the others in on his action. Not yet.
At nine sharp, Jack excused himself from the group of men who had gathered to swap hunting stories. "I've got some sleep to catch up on. Didn't get too much of it last night."
Dorie was already waiting for him around the corner of the barn. She whistled at him as he approached and beckoned him to follow her. She led him around to a door that led into the back of the building. They were in a small room, stacked with sacks of grain on the outside and sprinkled with a clean coating of hay in the center. A big setter rose from his corner and trotted over to meet them.
"This is Red," Dorie told him. "He belongs to the owner, but I look after him most of the time. Red looks after me too." The room had no windows, so the oil lamp that Dorie lit was not going to betray their presence to any casual passers-by. Dorie made light of Jack's nervousness. "Don't worry. I come out here all the time. No one ever disturbs me. I thought you and me and Red could have a nice little private party."
"Well, if you say it's cool ... it's all right with me."
"You can just sit down and watch if you like, for a while. Maybe you'll want to join us later." The night was warm enough for the girl to strip off her clothes and feel no discomfort. Jack admired the full lush swell of her breasts, her amazingly tiny waistline, her firm hips, just big enough to grab. She acted as though she were alone, and the pretense excited the older man. It was just like attending a porn show.
She kneeled on the floor and wrapped her arms around the big red setter's neck. His head was buried lewdly against her well-shaped tits. They romped like children for a few minutes. Jack watched her breasts bouncing with her activity. Between the blonde-furred lips of her cunt he could now and then catch a teasing glimmer of pink flesh. She was giggling wildly while she rolled on the floor. The dog licked her all over. Her nipples stood up firm and pink under his attentions. When the animal nosed out her twat, he became more furious in his pursuits. While she lay on her back, legs parted, he licked hungrily over her seething cunt.
Jack could see that the animal had a hard-on. A red shaft was protruding lewdly from his hairy cock-sheath. The young woman, too, was becoming intensely aroused. She rolled her head from side to side on the hay-covered floor while she groaned out her appreciation of the hungry tongue on her twat.
"Mmmmmm ... that's the way, lover. lick my pussy. Feels good." There was no doubt the blonde was getting an added lurid thrill from performing before an audience like this. Though she didn't look at Jack, she always made sure her pussy was poised in such a way that he could get a good eyeful of her wet snatch. "Oooooohhh ... I love having my cunt licked like this!"
The older man's eyes never left the unnatural pair. It seemed silly to him now that he had never wanted to watch his wife get it on with their dog. Not that Ellen had exactly offered to perform for him, but then, he had never shown any interest either. He hadn't let himself believe that his wife had anything more than a vindictive interest in screwing a dog. To his mind, she had been making a bid to get his attention back. It hadn't worked then. But right now, watching this pretty young teenager with the dog, he was beginning to entertain lusty thoughts about his own wife and her bizarre perversion.
Thoughts of Ellen faded from his mind as he grew more and more engrossed by the wide-open snatch displayed before him. The dog's long tongue licked roughly over Dorie's pussy again and again. It was having its desired effect. Juices were flowing copiously from her twat, though the animal labored to lick them up as quickly as they appeared. Her face was a mask of contorted lust in the lamplight. Just looking at her face made Jack's prick pulse heatedly in his pants.
"You're a sexy woman, Dorie," he murmured as his hand rubbed roughly over his groin. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling his cock out right then and shoving it into her. But he wanted to see how the show would progress. He wanted to see that big red dog-cock buried in her tight blonde twat.
Her only response to his comment was to slowly position herself on hands and knees and to pat her ass lewdly. The dog apparently understood the gesture. At once, he closed in on her. He raised himself on his hand legs and wrapped his forelegs around her shapely white buttocks. His loins surged forward again and again, searching for a hot wet hiding place for his stiff tapered cock.
Dorie undulated her ass backward, doing all she could to help the dong find his mark. She groaned in frustration every time the animal's slick cudgel slipped down over her ass-crevice without finding its way up into her needing pussy. "Ooooohhh, do it to me, Red! Fuck my pussy! Aaiieee ... I need it so bad!"
The dog seemed desperate. His paws inched forward. His loins thrust against her with a ravenous fury. Jack thought the animal looked almost relieved when at last the blonde reached back and grabbed his hard prick. She guided the tip to her pussy and waited for him to shove.
It was not a long wait. The dog rammed his prick at once deep into her lewdly accepting twat. Without pausing, he began to pull out, then shove forward again. The action became a quick pumping rhythm that brutally plundered the girl's taut young pussy.
Jack was waiting for her to scream out a protest. Instead he was amazed at the ecstasy that twisted her features. She ground her ass-cheeks lewdly backward, aiding the dog in his merciless assault. "Mmmmm ... your cock feels so good in my pussy, Red, darling! Ooohh, fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
Her eyes closed, she concentrated all her energy on the tireless skewering she was getting from behind. While his cock throbbed to aching hardness in his pants, Jack kept his eyes glued on the willing pink pussy and the relentless red canine cock. He had never seen anything so perverted in his life. And he was pretty sure his cock had never been harder. Watching the girl fanned a hot fire deep in his groin.
"Jee-zuz, Dorie ... you're the hottest little bitch I've ever seen in my life!" For a moment, he wondered whether Ellen got this hot when she was screwing Jet. The thought inflamed him. But he had little time to think about Ellen now.
The man lost all track of time as he watched the dog and the young woman grinding their loins together with the amorous enthusiasm of two young lovers. The animal's tongue darted lewdly from his mouth. The woman's mouth gaped open as her body was rocked forward and back by the force of the animal's motions. There seemed to be little difference between the two. "Oh God! God! It's so good! That's it, boy! Keep fucking! Aiieeee!" Dorie shrieked.
Jack had never seen a lover more energetic than the big hunting dog. The way the dog went at it, it seemed his sexual energy would last forever. The aching down in Jack's own balls had become unbearable. He needed some relief. It was time for him to join the fun.
He pulled his cock from his fly and stood up. The girl paid no attention to him as he kneeled in front of her and offered his cock to her open mouth. All it took, though, was two firm hands guiding her mouth to the swollen prick. Then she attacked it, taking all his cock into her throat at once. Then, without pause, she started to work her head back and forth, establishing the same frantic speed over the man's cock as the dog's cock had set up into her own cunt. "Mmmmmm ... " Her lewd burbles of appreciation leaked out around the filling thickness in her mouth.
Jack grunted with earthy pleasure and stroked the soft blonde hair eagerly, guiding her head motions up and down. Her mouth was a titillating, buttery mold for his pulsing member. It was paradise to feel her lips on him like this, rousing his cock to even greater hardness. "Jee-zuzz-z ... you're good, baby ... You sure know how to suck a mean cock!"
She smiled up at him a moment, her pretty face strangely distorted by the cock spreading her lips wide. She was enjoying sucking his prick. Her task was adding immeasurably to the salacious thrill of being screwed by the dog.
It sent weird little tingles soaring up and down Jack's spine to be facing the dog like this, over the woman's back. Man and animal were partners in the ruthless degrading of the lovely, willing teenager kneeling between them. In the dog's eyes, Jack thought he could see the mindless lust that must be reflected in his own.
"She's some broad, isn't she, Red old boy!" Jack's wry grin dissolved into a pained expression of overwhelming pleasure. He could feel her tongue stabbing into his cock-slit, looking for a first taste of his hot juices. The delicious way she was sucking him made Jack eager to give it to her ... to fill her mouth with his hot bubbling load. "You really want it, don't you baby?" he teased her. "Uuuuuuhhh ... " He sucked in a lungful of air between his teeth. He couldn't hold out much longer.
The woman's shapely white back, her perfect figure, writhed shamelessly between her two urgent, masterful lovers. The dog's cock was splitting her pussy-lips wide, rubbing raw the nerve-endings that blared out more and more urgent calls of pleasure. The more stimulated her cunt became, the more ravenously she nibbled on the man's cock.
Never before had she had the opportunity to suck a man's cock while the dog screwed her. It was unbelievably exciting. She was glad Jack's confession about his wife had prompted her to make the obscene offer.
The three unnaturally bound orgiasts moaned and panted and grunted together for long minutes of passion. For this short while, there was no distinction between animal and human. They were all after the same thing.
Dorie's ass-cheeks thrust hungrily up against the dog's loins. Her mouth worked with unceasing ardor over the man's fat slick prick in her mouth. From time to time, she would grin up at the older man. The look of lust in his face seemed to give her a renewed pride in her work.
Jack noticed her hips beginning to slam harder against the dog's loins. Then he realized the dog too was picking up the pace.
"Jee-zuz, I think Red's going to do it, baby! I think he's going to fill you full of hot white stuff! Shit!" The lurid idea made the excitement pulse more hotly in his own balls. That a woman should welcome animal cum deep into her belly! The idea was perverted, but it turned Jack on as he would never have believed it could. Now, at last, he was learning to understand his wife and her bestial passion. "Christ, I don't think I can hold on much longer! You're really doing it to me, woman!"
Her lips were tugging greedily on his cock-head with every outward stroke. The effect was rousing.
"Jee-zuz Christ! I'm commmmiing!" Jack yelped.
Even as he was struggling with the force of his own climax, the man realized the dog was coming too. He slammed his furry loins hard against her ass, holding himself there, filling her. "Shit, he's coming in you, too, Dorie! Your cunt's full of goddamned dog cum!"
by the wanton way Dorie was writhing between her two lovers, it was apparent she was climaxing too. Little mewls of pleasure bubbled from her throat, around the deflating shaft of Jack's cock that she still held possessively between her lips. They lay together a long while before Jack fucked her.
When the dog was settled down, Dorie and Jack left the barn together. "I go this way," she whispered. "See you tomorrow."
He held her arm. "You really like to play hard, baby! You're one hell of a woman!" For the first time they kissed. Their mouths explored one another's hotly. Nothing was held back. Both their defenses were down. "You liked that, didn't you, baby?"
"Yeah ... I liked it!" He could see her clear eyes shining in the moonlight.
"What say I line up another adventure for us? With lots of manpower."
She looked eager. "Sounds good. Now, you've got to let me go get some sleep. I'm a working girl you know."
He patted her on the ass, and let her go.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now that he had had the girl to himself for a day, Jack was ready to share her with his friends. He and Sam were old whoring buddies from way back. They had shared lots of good times. He knew Sam would be more than happy to find out about the willing young chambermaid. Jack didn't know Butch as well, but he figured there weren't many men alive who could turn down a fresh piece of tail like pretty little Dorie.
As Jack had expected, Sam was jubilant about the news. "You mean she likes to screw dogs, too? I thought I'd never come across anything like that! Jack, old boy," he patted his friend on the shoulder, "you're a good scout."
"I always like to share with my pals." Jack was quietly observing the eager look of lust on Butch's face. "How do you feel about it, Butch?"
The grin on the other man's face was the closest thing to the leer of a dirty old man that Jack had ever seen. "Wow, man! Let me at it!" Butch exclaimed.
They decided the best thing to do would be to get Dorie to join them on the trail. They didn't want any hassles from her employers. They'd just find a nice quiet spot.
Dorie was willing. She finished work at noon. She agreed to meet Jack and his friends at a spot on the trail about a mile from the lodge. "I'll bring Red with me. That way, nobody will get suspicious. I always take him for a walk after work."
Jack felt like a member of a pack of vultures as he and his two friends watched Dorie approach with the big red setter on a leash, straining in front of her. Jack put a protective arm around the girl and introduced her to the others. "You feel all right about this, Dorie?" he asked her quietly.
She looked him straight in the eye. "Sure. I feel fine." She motioned to the others to follow her. "I know a really nice, secluded spot. It's a little hard to get to, but no one will interrupt us there." Both Butch and Sam reached out to grab her ass. They looked eager as kids around a Christmas tree. Jack grinned to himself. Obviously, his friends were having difficulty believing their good luck. He followed last in line as they broke trail through a dense growth of underbrush. Little guilt pangs were beginning to nibble at him. She seemed so young to have three such horny coots all unleashed on her at once. He had to remind himself that the girl apparently had no qualms whatsoever. She seemed very sure of what she was doing.
The men were amazed when the seemingly endless undergrowth suddenly gave way to a grassy little clearing. A steep rocky crag jutted up from it on one side. Everywhere else it was snugly bordered by snarly bush. "You really know these woods, honey," Sam congratulated her.
"Why shouldn't I? I've lived here all my life." She pulled a blanket from her pack and spread it on the grass. She smiled at the incredulous looks on the faces of the men. "Well, you didn't expect me to get stickers all over me, did you?"
Jack decided not to worry about Dorie anymore. She was more than capable of looking after herself. Next she pulled out a fifth of gin. She offered it to Sam first. "What say we make a little party of it?"
He pulled out his own liquor. "Scotch is my drink, honey. You're welcome to it, if you like." She grinned impishly at him. "Ladies drink gin," she said. She tipped the bottle back and swigged. "There, now I feel nice and warm." She stood up and began to remove her lumberjack shirt and jeans. A strange little smile played over her features as she watched the men's reactions.
Sam and Butch were sitting on the rug, staring wide-eyed at the girl. Their cheeks were flushed with the first hard swallows of booze, and with the lust that was rampaging through their loins.
"Whew-ee!" Butch whistled and clapped his hands. "Take it off!" Her full tits were naked now. They stood up round and hard-tipped, responding to the slight chill in the air. She turned around and bent over to remove her boots. "What an ass! God, you're a sexy little bitch!" Butch turned around to look for Jack to offer his congratulations and appreciation of the prize he had brought them. The hard look on Jack's face deterred him. He turned back to the scene of the action and whistled again. She was working her jeans down over her ass. Sam reached up and pinched her. The red welt his fingers left only inflamed their lust.
Jack was standing behind the others, observing. The dog Red was tethered to a tree at his side. The dog pranced nervously as he watched Dorie undress.
Jack felt a surge in his cock. Perverted as the situation was, it was turning him on, to a kind of eager brutal excitement he had seldom experienced. In this mood, he knew he could do anything.
Dorie had shed the last of her clothes. She stood, gazing sultrily at each of the men in turn, running her hands suggestively over her swelling tits, her trim waist, her tight little blonde bush. It was more than Butch and Sam could resist. They rose to their feet and stripped. Sam held the woman in a tight, groping embrace and kissed her passionately. He handed her over to Butch. Butch's approach was cruder, more direct. He shoved two fingers right up into her moist snatch. Her reply was a wanton animal moan.
Jack squatted down on the ground next to Red to watch. He wasn't ready to participate yet, but watching the lurid scene fascinated him. The men's urgent, unpolished desire ... the woman's abandoned surrender. It was as if she wanted to degrade herself as much as possible, he thought. As though she were getting a weird masochistic thrill out of being sex object to four men who wanted her only for her sex.
The men were debating who should get her first. At last it was decided that Butch would have the honor. He grinned mischievously as he pushed the girl down onto her back on the blanket. While she moaned and pleaded beneath him, he rammed his fingers again and again deep into her craving cunt.
"Oh God, it's good! Stick your cock in me, lover! Shit, you're making me so horny, I can't stand it!"
"That's the way I want you, baby!" He was stroking his long, hard cock with menacing glee. Jack thought it was the longest cock he had ever seen ... at least a good nine inches "How do you like my prick, baby?" he asked the girl. His words were cold, taunting. It was obvious his feeling for Dorie was all in his cock.
She reached forward, tried to grab it, but he slapped her hand away. "Oooohh, it's so big and hard," she wailed. "I want it in me! God, how I want to get fucked!"
Sam was kneeling by her head, stroking his cock, watching the progress of the lewd scene with eager interest. It was obvious by his leering grin that he admired the way his friend Butch was handling the girl. He had her begging for cock as though it were life and breath itself to her. Slowly, Sam's fingers caressed his turgid prick. "Give it to her, Butch!" he encouraged his friend. "The little bitch is dying for cock. And it looks to me like you've got exactly what she wants!"
"Yeah! You bet I have!" At last Butch was ready to sink his aching cock deep in her hungry twat. Her blonde cunt-mound was grinding upward, begging for him. He positioned himself between her thighs, aimed his cock-head at the tight pink hole, and shoved.
"Uuuuuhhh! Oh, God, it's so big in meeeee! I love it! I love it! Fuck me, lover!" Her fists were clenched and her eyes were closed tight. While the big man stroked his cock furiously in and out of her, she mewled and writhed and churned under him. Watching from his nearby vantage point, Jack thought she was going to go out of her mind with passion. "Aaaaiiieee! I'm commmm-in-gg!" she cried.
That reaction had been quick and sudden. She'd been waiting for cock so long that the minute she got it, it drove her right on up to glorious, frantic release.
Jack watched the self-satisfied smile that curled Butch's features. The big man was having the time of his life, screwing the brains out of a girl who responded to all his fondest illusions. She was hot and horny, obviously just the way Butch liked them. The more he watched, the harder the swelling in Jack's own groin grew. He stroked his cock every now and then, just for reassurance. Already he was beginning to plot his turn. She would never forget the drubbing he was going to give her.
Half out of control with unsated lust, Sam could hold off no longer. He turned the girl's head to the side and knelt facing her. She made no protest when he forced his hard, aching cock deep into her throat. "Suck it, honey! Jee-zuz, what a sweet hot mouth you've got!"
Her lips were moving with a frantic hunger that made Jack's own cock throb with remembered pleasures. The longer he watched, the more impressed he became with the young blonde's limitless capacity for sensuality. She was taking two full-swollen pricks, one in each end, with no apparent strain.
"Mmmmmmm ... uuuuuhhhhh!" Dorie managed to moan around Sam's cock.
Jack reached over and stroked the head of the big Irish setter who was sitting calmly now, watching the lurid display with a tireless stare. "You're a good fella, Red! Not jealous at all, are you, big boy?" The dog briskly licked Jack's hand. The man was reminded that he and the dog had already shared the lewd excitement that Sam and Butch were experiencing now. "Jee-zuz! When are you guys going to let a friend have a chance!" he teased them. He was in the spirit of the orgy now ... Dorie was no longer a tender young woman in his mind. She was a sexual object ... a hot, willing piece of woman-flesh that his cock yearned for.
Both Butch and Sam were stroking their cocks furiously into the blonde. Butch's prick soared slickly in and out of Dorie's well-lubricated pussy. Sam struck her tonsils on each deep inward plunge. It seemed the more ardently one man stroked, the harder his friend strove to catch up. Butch lifted Dorie's ass high off the ground, so her legs straddled his neck oh either side. He was getting her deep and hard.
The blonde's cries grew more feverish. "Ooooohhh, I'm commmmmmingg-g!" she managed to wail around Sam's prick. At once she returned her attention to nibbling his cock. It didn't take much more. Within seconds, Sam was squirting his heavy load deep into her throat.
His fists clenched in her hair as he worked out his passion. "Uuuuhhh! Christ! I'm filling your sweet mouth, baby!"
Butch was not far behind. He shoved his cock deep into her cunt and began pumping her full of his cum. "Uuuuuuhhhh! Oh!" And he was done. He was too exhausted to protest when Jack edged him aside.
CHAPTER NINE
"My turn!" Jack growled. While the other men lay in the grass panting in exhaustion, Jack turned the girl over onto her stomach and helped her raise herself on hands and knees. She was weak as a kitten. Her face wore a dazed smile. She was thoroughly absorbed in her erotic fantasy. Jack wasn't even sure if he caught recognition in her eyes the one time she looked at him.
As soon as she was kneeling on the disheveled blanket, she began to churn her ass back at him. Despite the telltale cum that dribbled down her white thighs, she obviously had not had enough. "Fuck me!" Her words were almost incoherent. "Please, fuck me!"
"Don't you worry about a thing, baby! I'm going to take good care of you!" Jack could feel the almost uncomfortable intensity of his lust rising in his loins. He wanted to get it off, and he wanted to get it off hard. He wanted to give this wanton young chambermaid a screwing that would live in her mind forever ... or at least through the next season of her erotic escapades.
Preparations were needless. He guided his stiff prick to her cunt-hole and shoved. His aching cock was immediately enveloped in wet clinging warmth. He grunted out his appreciation. He grinned at his two friends, who were watching his activities closely. Their fatigue showed in their faces, but so did a returning glimmer of excitement. "Sweet pussy!" Jack grunted. Then he ignored his friends.
He shoved his cock into her well-lubricated cunt several times in rapid succession. Then, quickly and unexpectedly, he pulled his cock from her pussy and prodded it against her clenched asshole. Not expecting this assault, her sphincter was relaxed. His cock slid easily up inside.
"Aaaaiiieee!" she wailed. "What are you doing to me?! Goddamn! Not my ass!" Despite her protests, her buttocks continued to grind salaciously backward. It was as though she still enjoyed playing the part of a ravished virgin while her greedy body kept pleading for more. Jack realized the blonde was no virgin here either. Only now, was he beginning to realize the sexual capacity of this amazing girl.
Jack's two friends were watching the perverted ass fucking with unabashed enthusiasm. They leaned closer, to get a better look at Jack's swollen cock invading the tight tiny asshole. Each man wished he had thought of it first. Butch already had another erection.
If Dorie was no virgin to buggery, Jack was. He had often entertained the fantasy of reaming a pretty little pink asshole, but he had never found the right opportunity. Dorie seemed the perfect one to perpetrate his lewd scheme on. Once he had gotten over his disappointment that he was giving her no surprise, he grew to appreciate her cooperation.
Her asshole clasped his cock tighter than any pussy, virgin or not, ever had. The way Dorie was squirming her ass in the air sent delicious thrills through his throbbing member. He drew slowly out of her until only the very tip of his cock was still immersed in ass-flesh. Then he sank slowly back in. Gradually he increased his pace, until he was experiencing a steady flow of hot, unbelievable pleasure. "Shit, it's good! Dorie baby, you've got one sensational little asshole! It's really doing your big daddy's cock good!"
"Ooooohhh ... do it to meeeeee! I love it in the asshole! It always feels just one size big ... so filling! Fuck! Do it! Screw my asshole hard, baby!"
Jack wondered if she even knew who it was that was doing this to her. She was like a fucking machine, eager for all she could get, but unparticular about where it came from. She'd had three cocks so far this afternoon, and each one had received the same eager reception as the one before. "You're an incredible little cunt, Dorie! I've never met a woman as greedy as you are! Turns me on, baby!"
He became totally absorbed in his obscene task, so it was as if nothing existed but him and the girl, kneeling on the blanket in the woods, engaged in this primitive, bestial coupling. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the tight, compelling sensations in his prick. His face wore a crazy excited grin. He was sure his cock had never been this hard.
"Oooooohhhh! God-d-d-d!" Her voice had become distorted. It was shrill, wild ... like that of some kind of haunting banshee. Her shapely ass-cheeks lurched back at him with feverish regularity.
As he felt the urge growing more irresistible in his balls, Jack increased the speed of his sodomistic impalements. There was nothing but the clutching, hypnotizing squeeze on his cock. He was doing her good, stretching her asshole to sweet perfection. "Uh, Jee-zuz ... I'm coming!" he grunted suddenly. It was simple as that. His cock swelled and exploded, filling her with his roiling cum.
When he pulled away from her, she was still churning her ass-cheeks back anxiously. "More! I want more!" she moaned. Her excitement was so intense now, she knew no limits. She just wanted to keep on going.
Butch took hold of his growing cock-shaft and tried to crawl in behind her. "I'd like to try that sweet asshole myself!"
But Jack mustered the strength to hold him back. "Let's not be greedy," he said. "There's someone here who hasn't had his chance."
Sam got Jack's meaning right away. He went over and untied the dog, led the big setter back to the still-kneeling, still-squirming girl. "Yeah ... " His eyes were almost bugging from his sockets. "Let's let Big Red here have his chance. Shit! I've got to see this!"
Butch's momentary disappointment faded as he began to entertain the lurid fantasy of watching a woman screw a dog. "Yeah! Let's make her fuck the dog!"
Jack grinned. "You don't have to make her, buddy. She's hot for it!" All three men watched eagerly as the big red dog began to nose the wet slit between the woman's quivering buttocks. He sniffed curiously for a few seconds, then his long rough tongue licked hungrily up over her asshole. Jack's cum was still leaking out, but the dog made short work of it.
"God, look at her squirm!" Sam was intensely stimulated by the obscene picture. His eyes remained glued to her undulating buttocks while his hand played absently with his cock.
Butch was at least as turned on as his friend. His erection had reached full hardness once again. "Jee-zuz, what a whore! This woman could make money in the city! Hell, men ... we're getting it all for free!"
Sam laughed. It was a high-pitched nervous laugh. His mind was on other things. "Shit, Butch. You're the cheapest bastard I know. I wouldn't have missed this at any price."
Though he said nothing, Jack was as appreciative as his friends of the tantalizing situation before them. Just last night, he had watched Dorie with the dog. But she hadn't just brought three men to orgasm then. This was a real, intense orgy. Nothing that had ever happened to him in his life matched it for excitement.
"Ooooohhh, I need cock!" Dorie complained. She was no longer in the mood for playing. She had been fired to red-hot intensity by the three men's cocks. A rough dog's tongue on her asshole wasn't going to do it for her. She had to have more cock!
She reached back blindly in search for the animal's prick. It hadn't taken long for Red to get an erection. He had been half-erect before he sniffed Dorie.
Squealing with delight when her groping fingertips found the animal's penis, she guided the tip awkwardly toward her cunt-hole. The dog followed her lead easily. He sank his prick deep in her wet pussy and began to hump her.
Though Jack was a little more jaded now in the ways of woman and dog, Sam and Butch were going half out of their minds with excitement. Neither of them could believe the perverted spectacle before them.
"She's fucking him, Sam! Look at that! The goddamned bitch is actually fucking a dog! Wow-eee! Move it, baby!"
"Yeah, shit ... look at the size of that red dog-prick, will you! Jack, you really found us a hot one, buddy!"
His own prick was throbbing with lust, but Jack couldn't suppress a little snicker of amusement. He watched with interest as his two hunting buddies stroked their cocks with heated urgency, mere inches from the impaled girl's back.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee!" Dorie was wailing like a madwoman, totally oblivious to everything but the hard cock up inside her cunt. "Oh man, I love fucking! I love it!"
The men stroked their own cocks while their eyes bugged with lust from watching the blonde. She rocked her buttocks back at the tireless dog's loins with rhythmic abandon. Her pace increased by perceptible degrees as the level of her abandon grew more and more intense. "Ooooohhh! It's so good in meeeeeee!"
Her shapely ass-cheeks squirmed up against the dog's furry loins. It was a lewd contrast ... white smooth human flesh and long red dog fur.
Dorie was completely beside herself with passion. For a long time now, she had paid little attention to whose cock she was dealing with. All that was important to her was the simple fact that she was getting all the cock she wanted. One after another, they were mounting her and filling her with the thick juices of their manly vigor. She had never felt so deliciously fulfilled as a woman. Her life bored her. The one thing that was never boring was sex. She needed lots of it to stay interested.
She could feel herself building up to another climax. The compelling tingling in her belly told her that this would be the one that would knock her out. For a while, she would be sated ... until the next time she seduced one of the lounge's clients and initiated another orgiastic adventure.
Jack watched her let go. She was like an animal, howling out her release. "I'm commmmmmingg-gg!" The look of sheer depraved pleasure on her face was frightening.
by the way the animal was lurching against her, Jack could tell that h was coming too. And his two friends were squirting their second loads onto her writhing, sweat-sheened back.
After that lewd act, everyone was ready for a rest. They dozed on the blanket for a while. At last, the approach of dusk forced them to think of leaving.
"Dorie, you're some girl!" Sam fondled her tits lewdly as she struggled into her shirt. "You can come hunting with me anytime."
"Yeah, thanks."
For the first time, Jack could see in her eyes the contempt she had for his two friends. He wondered if she felt the same way about him, when he wasn't screwing her. He reasoned that that might be the only way she could deal with being the way she was.
Jack knew two things for sure. One, he was going to make sure each of them left Dorie fifty dollars. Second, he was going to be damned glad to get back to the city.
Jack could only take so much of the primitive glories of going back to nature.
CHAPTER TEN
Sunday, Ellen took Mona sightseeing. The blonde had visited the city just once before, and she knew it only vaguely. Ellen, on the other hand, prided herself on her knowledge of the city and its local history.
It was a good day. They had a picnic in the park, with Jet. All three of them were lively, invigorated by the previous day's experiences.
Mona had one recurring problem. Every time she watched Ellen stroking or playing with the dog, she wanted to blush. She couldn't forget the lurid scene she had witnessed the previous evening ... and every time she started thinking about it, her pussy grew wet with forbidden curiosity. She was still trying to fathom the incredible facts: that Ellen had loved screwing the dog; that Jet had buried his cock in her greedy cunt with apparently limitless power and enthusiasm. She couldn't help wondering how it might feel.
by Monday morning, the speculation had grown to an obsession. She felt a little pang of fear when Ellen told her of the morning's plans.
"I have to go to the doctor today, darling. I'd almost forgotten. The drag is, I'll probably be gone all morning, he's so busy. But I don't dare cancel, or I'll have to wait months for another appointment. I'll have to leave you on your own." The redhead kissed her blonde girl friend tenderly on the mouth. "We'll have to be more careful after tonight. When Jack gets back, we'll have to be good little girls, in front of him anyway."
Though her husband knew about her dog fetish, Ellen had no intention of letting him know about her and Mona. She didn't want him getting any fancy ideas. Mona was her woman.
Mona's fear was based on mistrust of herself. She knew she wanted to try it with the dog, but the thought of actually doing it was a heady one. His cock was so hard, so big. Letting him stroke it into her cunt would be an irreversible decision. She felt instinctively that she would never be the same again.
"Don't worry about me, Ellen. I'll be fine. I wouldn't mind just sitting around the house by myself for a few hours. I think I may still be suffering from jet lag."
The redhead looked anxious. "Are you sure you're all right, darling? You look awfully pale."
Mona forced herself to laugh. "Who wouldn't be pale! I haven't had this much excitement in all my life! You're a very demanding lover, Ellen ... and I love it!"
They kissed a long, fond farewell at the door. Mona felt slightly like a traitor knowing what she intended to do behind her friend's back. She soothed herself with the memory of what Ellen had done on Saturday night. This would just balance the books, so to speak. Still, she made her parting a particularly tender one.
"Oh, Mona, you make it hard to leave. Even if it is only for a few hours."
Mona watched the big stationwagon pull out of the driveway. She pulled nervously on her cigarette, her mind afire with the lewd scheme that had obsessed her thoughts for a day and a half now. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a stiff Scotch on the rocks. She needed something to calm her down. Otherwise, she would never be able to do what she planned.
Sipping on her drink, she went to the French doors that led out into the garden. It was pleasantly warm outside and the grass looked inviting Jet came bounding out from his favorite hiding place in the hedge and licked her hand. "Shall I sit with you for a while, big boy?" In her nervousness, she didn't even dare admit to the dog what her real intentions were.
The tall hedge that surrounded the garden protected it from prying eyes. Once she realized she was truly alone with Jet, once the alcohol had a chance to take effect, she began to relax a little. She became less self-conscious as her curiosity once again won the upper hand. She sprawled on the grass next to Jet and finished the last of her drink. Reaching for the big animal, she began to ruffle his fur, to wrestle with him in childlike abandon. Her dress pulled up high on her thighs. A slight breeze washed over her clit. She wore no panties.
"Oooooohhh, Jet darling ... isn't this fun?" She giggled as Jet began to lick her face, neck and hands with fervent energy. "Oh Jet ... Jet, that tickles! Stop! Stop!" The more he licked her, the more aroused she became. She was aware that her dress had worked up all the way to her hips, but she made no move to cover the light brown furry triangle of her pussy.
At last, what she was hoping for happened. Jet found her fragrant, hot thatch and began to nose roughly in between her thighs. His cold nose stabbed suddenly against her clitoris. "Ooooohh ... oh my God!" The immediate pleasurable shock made her pull her breath in sharply.
The dog extended his tongue and tried to lick over her whole hair-fringed slit. Mona hesitated only a moment, then she spread her thighs wide, to give him access to her pulsing furrow. Jet wasted no time in pursuing his advantage. Like a passionate lover, he began to lick her twat with abandon. Mona lay back on the grass, closed her eyes, and moaned with the titillating excitement of being aroused by a dog's tongue. "Feels good, Jet darling ... mmmmmm!"
As though encouraged by the woman's lewd cries, the dog grew more frantic in his lapping. His tongue caught from time to time in her hot pussy-hole, then in her sphincter. The obscene prods made Mona thrust her hips upward, searching out more dog-tonguing.
Almost effortlessly, the shapely blonde had abandoned herself to the world of self-abandonment. She was getting an intense thrill from rolling wantonly beneath an animal's attentive tongue. Her clitoris was throbbing. She didn't let herself think about the irony that she was permitting to a dog and a woman lover what she had denied her own husband for so long.
Tantalizing as it was to feel the dog's tongue on her pussy, Mona could not forget the real thing ... could not forget the lewd picture of Ellen taking the dog's cock deep into her pussy.
A trifle shyly, the blonde gazed around at the dog's loins. "Oh my gosh!" she breathed. It had happened. Jet had a big hard-on! He was ready to fuck! Motivated by a surging gut-level urge, Mona turned over onto her hands and knees and waved her ass in the air. She held her breath to see if Jet would take the bait. He began to lick her once again, this time giving more attention to her asshole. But he did not try to mount her. Mona did not know that it was up to her to encourage him to wrap his forelegs around her hips and fill her cunt with his tapered red cock.
His tongue on her asshole felt delicious, and she was content to groan under this attention for a while. But then her need grew too strong. She wanted to do it. She had to do it now ... before she lost her nerve.
The words almost caught in her throat, but she managed to spit them out. "Please, Jet ... climb up on me! I want you to do it to me!" She patted her ass suggestively. "Up, boy, up!"
That was all that Jet had been waiting for. He mounted the kneeling woman and began to rut forward. The tapered tip of his cock sought out the wet pink hole before it. One, two, three times it missed its mark. Then the long hard dog-cock soared deep into the woman's pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiieeeeeee!" Wave after rippling wave of stone-hard prick made the blonde cry out with pain. She tried to crawl away from the humping animal, whose cock was impaling her with fierce regularity, not giving her a moment's breathing space. Jet held her fast. She was not going to get away from him now.
"Stop! Please stop, Jet!" she cried. Though Mona knew it was futile to try to appeal to a dumb animal through pity, Mona kept wailing out her protests. Jet kept on fucking. Low growls bubbled from his throat. Out of fear, Mona quit struggling so hard. She feared an attack if she tried to escape his savage thrusts.
The mercilessly pinioned woman wanted to weep in frustration. She couldn't understand how something that had given her girl friend so much pleasure the other night could be giving her so much pain. From the groans and whimpers and looks of rapture on Ellen's face, Mona had expected that hard prick of Jet's to turn into pure pleasure up inside her. Instead her pussy was throbbing with discomfort. It was being stretched farther, rubbed more recklessly than ever before.
Feeling more helpless and ashamed than she ever had in her life, Mona shut her eyes and tried to block out the agony. She had one consolation. It couldn't last forever.
For what seemed like eternity to the quivering girl, the dog kept thrusting his stiff cudgel deep into her twat, forcing his pain upon her. Then gradually, another kind of sensation began to impress itself upon Mona's senses.
It was beginning to feel good!
Timidly, she began to thrust her hips back a little, to further ease the discomfort. The action provoked a blazing jolt of pleasure deep in her belly. As the pain receded quickly from her mind, it was replaced by an almost overwhelming masochistic excitement. She began to understand what it was that was driving Ellen the other night. It was the lurid knowledge that she was doing something totally perverted for her own pleasure, to get it off. The urgency of the salacious lust-pangs made Mona's liquor-fogged mind reel.
"Oooooohhh! Do it to meeee! Fuck meeeeee!" Her own abandoned cries further stimulated Mona's depraved lust-sensations. She was so hot for dog-cock that she was pleading for it like a common whore. It was intensely satisfying to be raunchy at this primitive level. "Do it to me, Jet darling!"
They made a strange picture in the garden, the animal and his human lover writhing together in forgetful bliss under the warm rays of the late-morning sun. The animal's dark paws clutched the white moons of Mona's ass with feverish vigor. His face wore a dazed look as his red cock invaded her cunt again and again and again. The woman's face was just as much a lust-contorted mask. Her mouth gaped open as she squirmed against the shepherd's loins, encouraging him to fuck her harder, deeper.
* * *
After his tired weekend, and the long drive back from the hunting lodge, Jack Banyon was too exhausted to make much headway at his office. He decided to call it quits and take the day off. Tomorrow, refreshed, he would be able to make up for lost time.
He was relieved to see that his wife's stationwagon was not in the driveway when he arrived. He wanted some time to himself, to sort out the memories of his wild weekend. He was still vaguely disturbed by what he and his friends had done with the girl, for it had uncovered gut feelings in him that he hadn't known he possessed. They were a little frightening.
As soon as he entered the living room, he could hear a woman's voice. It took him a while to realize it was coming from the garden. He walked over to the French doors and peeked through just as the voice exclaimed, "Do it to me, Jet darling."
Jack's eyes grew wide, his mouth dropped open. It seemed there was no end to the depravity of women. Now here was another one, screwing a dog.
It took a few moments for him to realize that the woman was Mona Freeman. Her absorbed lust had worked a big change in Mona. She had struck Jack before as shy, aloof, self-possessed. Now she looked like a bedlam inmate. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Her lips quivered with her appreciative whimpers praising the dog's talented stroking.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... oooohhhhh!"
Jack wondered if Mona had been taking lessons from Ellen. He even imagined they might have discovered the perversion in college together, and had been indulging ever since. He was ready to believe anything.
Until now, he had been able to keep Ellen's indulgence stored away as a cold fact. Now that he had actually seen three women screwing dogs, he was having to think about how he felt about it. He realized it turned him on, intensely. But the turn-on included a fiery, suppressed anger.
He couldn't understand how women could turn into such shameless cunts!
While he watched, the coupling between blonde and beast became more frantic. Mona thrust her shapely ass hard back against the dog's loins. He drove into her with eager speed and intensity. Jack was familiar enough with the scene now to know exactly what was happening.
"Oh, darling ... I'm commmmmingg-g!" Her face wore a sultry smile as she humped back against the dog, releasing herself from the hot pressure that had been seething in her loins. She could tell the dog was coming too. The knowledge gave her an added thrill. Her depraved fantasy was complete.
The dog hadn't even pulled out of her when she saw feet approaching. Fearfully, she followed them up to Jack Banyon's face.
"Jee-zuz!" she muttered.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
He grinned down at her. Her fear made Mona look so young and vulnerable that he was almost tempted to reach down and pat her on the hand. Almost, but not quite. He wasn't about to forget what he had just seen--Mona's sweet round ass humping back against the dog's hard red cock. That fact alone qualified her to play with the big guys. That, and his knowledge that she must be close to thirty, to have gone to college with his wife.
"It looks like you're having a good day, Mona." He spoke in an easy, friendly manner. He wanted to see if she would come to him.
"Listen, Jack, I ... " Mona's mind was working furiously. Ellen's husband's arrival had thrown a whole can of worms into a morning that had been otherwise splendid. She didn't know what would happen if Jack ever found out that his wife screwed Jet too. She didn't want to be responsible for the end of her friend's marriage.
Even without that complication, it was bad enough that this attractive, self-confident man should know what a pervert she was. The perversion turned her on in private, but in public it was an unspeakable embarrassment to her.
To her surprise, Jack turned his back on her and headed back into the house. "Wait! Wait a minute!" She stood up and smoothed down her dress. The wetness along her thighs reminded her of the ecstasy she had experienced just moments ago. She blushed.
Jack had paused at the French doors. "Listen, Mona, you don't have to explain anything to me. I just live here." He couldn't suppress a grin. "And, besides, Jet is old enough to take care of himself. I'm not going to forbid him to bring his lady friends home."
Mona hurried into the living room after him. He was pouring two drinks. He handed her one in silence.
"Thanks." She sat on the sofa and stared at him. She felt like a scared schoolgirl, waiting for the principal to chastise her. It had been a good many years since Mona had known the fear of an imminent punishment. She didn't doubt for an instant that she deserved one.
Jack stood by the fireplace and sipped his Scotch. He looked at her from time to time. His gaze was interested, curious. It conveyed no emotion. That made Mona nervous. She didn't know where she stood with the man. Her big brown eyes appealed to him for quick and just punishment.
"Mona, I get the feeling you're expecting me to react somehow to what I saw out there ... like you want me to say it's all right, or not all right, or something. You're a big girl. Your pussy's your own. I don't have much to say about it, do I? Unless ... "
He enjoyed the suspense in her face. "Unless what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
Mona was beginning to understand he was playing with her. It confused and frightened her. She didn't know what he wanted, how she should react. She had totally lost her bearings, and the Scotch she was gulping wasn't helping to restore them. "I don't want you to think badly of me," she muttered.
"I don't think badly of you. I think you're a very beautiful, sexy woman. You're Ellen's friend. That alone gives you a right to be in my house. You weren't trying to shock me. You weren't expecting an audience for your little ... indulgence."
"No ... I wasn't."
The silence that ensued made Mona edgy. She thought about leaving the house. Out of the question, she decided. Somehow, this situation had to be resolved first.
The fatigue that had plagued Jack all morning had disappeared. He was intrigued by the lurid interchange he had discovered right in his own garden. He remembered how much this woman turned him on. He had dismissed the attraction, realizing nothing could come of it. Now, his cock throbbed at the prospect of making another conquest. Despite her obscene hobby, this woman had class. He wanted her. He knew she was more vulnerable right now than she would ever be. It was up to him to take advantage of the situation.
"Now does Ellen feel about all this?" he asked. He had a hunch. Maybe Ellen hadn't taught this woman to fuck dogs. Maybe Mona had chosen a time when Ellen was out precisely because she didn't want her to know.
The look on her face told him he was right. "Don't tell Ellen. Please don't tell her. I ... I'll tell her in my own good time. But I don't want her to think ... " She didn't know how much she could say. "I don't want her to think badly of me."
"Okay, Mona. If that's the way you feel about it."
She was surprised that he was being so reasonable. For a long moment, their eyes locked. She could read open desire in his. Now she knew that watching her had turned him on. He wanted her. She trembled. Women and dogs were one thing, but making love to another man would be adultery.
Despite her rationalizations, the alcohol flowing fast through her blood was releasing Mona's inhibitions. The naked lust she saw in Jack Banyon's face was turning her on. She was inexperienced enough to be flattered by his interest in her. And she was turned on enough by her session with Jet to want to reciprocate.
She had one crumb to throw to her conscience--if she fucked Jack, he would be more likely to keep his mouth shut. Ellen need never know that she had deceived her. That would be one good exchange for the evil on her mind.
Thought Mona had said nothing, Jack knew what she was thinking about. No woman with that kind of look, Jack knew, was getting too much interference from her conscience.
Realizing that action was going to say a lot more than words, Jack set his drink down and approached Mona. He fell to his knees in front of her. His hands began to rub her thighs through her dress while his eyes flirted with hers. He could see that she was susceptible to promises. His eyes were promising her a very good time.
"It's meant to be," he told her softly. "There's a special something between us. I knew it the first minute I laid eyes on you. You're one hell of an attractive woman, Mona. You deserve to be treated well."
Boldly, his hands made their way up under her skirt and slid up over the hot, sticky flesh of her thighs. The dog's drying semen reminded Jack of the titillating scene he had just witnessed. If Mona was anything like Dorie, she would be ready and willing for more the minute he touched her clit. His finger delved into her bush and brushed over her clitoris.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. She closed her eyes, parted her thighs and slid forward a little on the couch. She no longer even had to remind herself that this was something she had to do, to protect herself. Her body wanted it too much to indulge any longer in the thin self-deception. "Ooohh, your hands are so gentle."
He found the moist furrow of her pussy and began to stroke it lightly. He could feel her clitoris getting harder every time he touched it. The woman was like a tinderbox. Any little spark would set her off. "Nice pussy, Mona, honey. I'm hot for it."
His lewd words made her gasp. She spread her thighs a little wider, giving him easier access to her craving hole. Her head lolled back against the couch. She was completely passive before him, receptive to his desires.
He grinned at her submissive pose. He had already seen this woman in action. He knew she would be a writhing ball of fire once she got going. Wasting no time, he pulled his cock from his pants. It was long and swollen, throbbing eagerly in his hand. He guided the head toward the beckoning pink hole between her legs and shoved. At once, his turgid member was immersed in pulsing hot cunt-flesh. "Uuuuhh!"
"Mmmmmm ... yessssssss!" Her lips curved into a sultry smile. Her hips began to churn subtly, easing her pussy down onto him, encouraging him to have his way with her. "Do it to me, lover! I'm so hot inside! My pussy feels so nice!"
Mona felt free to be her most natural lusty self with this man. After all, she had no secrets from him now. He already knew to what lengths she could go. She could respond the way her primitive instincts told her to. That was what she wanted to do. The blonde had not fucked a man since her initiations with Ellen and Jet. She felt she had so much more to offer now. There was so much she wanted to receive too.
He grabbed her by her full lush ass-cheeks and pulled her to him, so she was perched right on the very edge of the couch. He ground his cock into her in slow, filling, twisting strokes. Her eyes were wide open, gazing encouragingly into his. S he was like a wild creature. Lust had robbed her of the sophisticated mask she had worn the first night he met her. "God, your cunt's tight!" he told her. "Hot too. Feels good, baby!"
The alcohol was soaring through her, warming her, making her feel good about what she was doing. She was living for the moment, something she had never before permitted herself to do. She was glad she had come out to visit Ellen. The experience was freeing her from her most deep-rooted hang-ups. She was learning to face her own sexuality. "Hhhnnhhhh! Feels good for me too! I love it!"
He watched the lusty contortions that made her face glow as he shoved his cock deep into her clasping pussy time and again. It was a slow pace at first, but that made it no less urgent.
After a while, they started to get restless. He shoved his cock harder and deeper into her pussy. She ground down against him with abandoned glee. "More! I want more of you!" she wailed.
Roughly, he turned her over so she was kneeling on the rug in front of him, her head resting on the couch. Once again, he sank his cock into her cunt and began to screw her. But this time the pace was frantic, with one hot urgent goal in mind.
"Yeah ... oh, yeah!" Jack closed his eyes and threw his head back. It felt good to fuck ... fuck as hard as he could for as long as he wanted ... until the hot jism was forced out of him.
Cool as his manner had been with the woman earlier, he had felt a deep-rooted need to fuck the daylights out of her, to make her his slave. He saw that it would be easy ... almost too easy to humiliate her, to make her suffer for her lewd abandon with the dog. That was no longer important to him. He wanted to make it good for both of them.
"I love fucking you, Mona. You're one hell of a woman!"
"I love it, too. Do it! Screw me hard, lover!" Far from the belittling punishment she had anticipated, her session with Jack was turning into the most captivating sensual experience of her visit. It felt good to feel his masculinity overpowering her. She liked the way his hands gripped her hips, the way his cock slammed hard into her pussy over and over again, with a bestial abandon that made her shiver with delight.
Screwing a dog was an exciting experiment, but fucking a man was better.
"Jeez, I'm hot, Jack! My pussy's blazing! You have such a nice cock!"
A week ago, the blonde housewife would have been ashamed to say these words to her own husband, let alone another man. At last, she had found herself. She had learned what sex was all about. Most of all, she had learned what was missing in her life. There would be things to make up to Daniel, but she felt at the moment that the advantages to her husband would far outweigh the betrayal. She had needed to be on her own to discover herself. She had needed to be away from her husband to learn how to love him.
Jack gripped the lush blonde's hips for dear life. His cock was swelling to unbelievable proportions. He was intensely excited. As it had turned out, his wild weekend had been only a prelude to even wilder happenings at home. This woman could really fuck!
He could feel his cum surging from his balls. "I've got to come in you, baby! It's too good to hold on! Jeez!"
"Jeez! Oh yesss! Me too! I'm coming, too!" She felt like a real woman now. She had brought this well-experienced man to a point where he was totally unable to resist her. At last, Mona Freeman knew exactly what her body was for!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mona and Jack were feeling mellow after their tense, explosive session. Jack mixed them a couple of drinks and they sat back on the couch, side by side. Mona was enjoying the erotic closeness of this man she scarcely knew, who had just fucked her so well.
"We'd better be getting dressed. Ellen will be home soon." Almost immediately after Mona had spoken, the phone rang. It was Ellen. She sounded distressed.
"Mona, honey, I have a disappointment for you. I'm afraid I'm going to be held up here most of the afternoon. The doctor had an emergency and he just got back to his office. I have to wait for tests and everything. What a drag! Will you be all right, love?"
Mona had had enough to drink that it was an effort for her not to giggle. She was feeling so good, she wanted Ellen to know about it. But, on the other hand, she feared Ellen might not like the idea that her best friend was fooling around with her husband.
"I'm just fine, Ellen. You go ahead and do what you have to do. I'm just having a fine time with the garden and the flowers and the sunshine ... " The only thing she didn'tmention was the delicious tingling in her pussy.
Ellen was suspicious. "Mona, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I'm just having an itsy-bitsy drink."
"Oh ... okay. Well, take care of yourself, darling. I'll be home as soon as I can."
Mona giggled and plunked herself down into Jack's lap. "That was Ellen, my best friend." She was getting sentimental and hot. Jack's cock lurched promisingly under her ass. "I'm not doing anything that Ellen wouldn't like, am I, Jack?" For the first time, Mona had forsaken the claims of her conscience. She knew Ellen was bitter about Jack's behavior with women. But her own needs were too strong right now for her not to be selfish.
"No, Mona ... Ellen and I have an understanding ... have had for years." Jack too knew that Ellen would not like to know he was flicking her best friend in her own living room. But, long ago, Jack had decided that what Ellen didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
The blonde's ass rubbing over his sensitive loins quickly aroused his lust. He had an idea that he thought would turn Mona on. It was already turning him on, just the thought of it.
"Mona, baby, why don't you get Jet to fuck you again? It really turns me on, watching you."
Mona was pretty far gone from the effects of the alcohol. Her senses had taken over completely from her common sense. Jack's suggestion made the blood flow faster through her veins. She began to tremble. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed him deeply. "God, Jack, you're a sexy man ... you really are." She could feel the excitement sizzling in her twat, already wet from the climaxes of Jack and the dog.
Jack raised her gently and helped her position herself on hands and knees on the rug. He lewdly ran his hand along her cunt-slit. When he pulled it away, his hand was sopping wet. "I think you're ready, honey."
The dog answered the man's call at once. He came bounding in through the French doors. As soon as he spotted Mona kneeling naked on the rug, he went over to her. He began to sniff her assslit, nosing her forward slightly.
"Aaaailiieeeee!" Memories of her earlier abasement made Mona quiver expectantly. She was eager to feel the dog's cock inside once again. Yet, at the same time, she feared the pain that had soared through her for the first few minutes. Only the knowledge of what the pain could lead to made her risk it again.
Within moments, the dog was ready to mount her, and she gave him his command. His dark paws clutched her ripe hips obscenely. It thrilled her to see the eager look in the man's face. It was a turn-on to watch Jack's response to her depravity. As long as she knew that Jack did not disapprove of her, it was fun to have him here like this.
She helped the dog find her cunt-hole. He began to fuck her with speed and abandon. His earlier climax had obviously not sapped Jet's vigor.
"Ooooohhh! God, it feels good!" Through lust-and-alcohol-glazed eyes, she watched the man's face light up. She wanted to give him a good show, to make his flaccid cock grow hard once again. Urgently, she ground her ass-cheeks against the German shepherd's loins. Hungry moans escaped from her lips.
"Hey, baby! You do that real good! Shit, I love watching that big red prick ramming into your cunt." While Jack's head was poised inches from the point of lewd impact, he ran his hand over his cock. He could feel his shaft growing to renewed hardness. By the end of the weekend, Jack thought he had had enough sex for a while. This amazing woman was showing him different.
When his prick had regained full hardness, he knelt in front of her, stroking it suggestively. He wanted to see if she could take a hint. To his delight, she opened her mouth wide and smiled up at him. He slipped his prick deep into her mouth and grunted at the soft warmth of her lips as they closed around him. "Beautiful, baby. Just like a virgin's."
Little did he know that the woman was a virgin, to cock-sucking at any rate. Despite all the times she had resisted her husband's encouragement to do this thing to her, now she had no qualms against taking this hard swollen cock deep into her mouth. After all she had been through in the last few days, it seemed no great accomplishment. After all she had been through, she could appreciate caressing the fleshy staff with her lips.
Experimenting, she ran her lips hungrily over the whole stiff length. She stabbed his cock here and there, testing for responses. Her efforts were rewarded with his lusty grunts of passion. At last, encouraged by the reckless energy of the dog cock skewering her from behind, she began to bob her head up and down over his prick with moist, rhythmic enthusiasm.
Jack was dumbfounded by the woman's skill and abandon.
"Jee-zuz, woman! I've never had a blow-job like this in my life! You're incredible!" He watched the dazed smile that sparkled in her eyes. He was torn between two lust-inciting views: her wriggling asscheeks beckoning the dog's cock and her lips closed tight around his swollen organ.
For long moments, she sucked and groaned between the two demanding cocks. Slowly, the tempo began to increase as the threesome grew closer to the moment they were all working toward. Mona thrust her buttocks upward with a force and grace that was pure primitive sexual energy. Her lips and tongue massaged the filling cock in her mouth as though she had been doing it forever.
"Harder, baby! Jeez, that's the way! A little more of this, and I'm going to come in that sweet mouth of yours!" Jack grinned to himself as he realized that, once again, he was partners in perversion with a rutting hound. His life was fast developing a new, depraved partner. The pulsing in his cock told him it was a pleasure he wasn't about to abandon. A dog made an invaluable addition to the team as long as he got the woman as aroused as Mona was now. Just a few minutes and she'd be eagerly swallowing his jism.
"All right, you two! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ellen's quick unexpected entry put a quick damper on Jack's plans. His cock slipped, shriveling, from between Mona's lips.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Even the dog's cock shriveled and slipped from Mona's cunt. All three orgiasts sat on the rug like naughty children, looking guiltily up at Ellen.
The redhead was furious, though the few moments she had spent watching them had made her pussy tingle responsively. She could not help being aroused. Nor could she help remembering that Jack had never taken that kind of interest in her and he r passion for Jet. She had thought he didn't want to be involved. Most of all, she was upset by the betrayal of her best friend, the woman who had become her lover over the past few days.
"Mona!" She stared unwaveringly into Mona's brown eyes. "How could you do this thing? I thought you were my friend." Ellen never cried, or she would be crying now. Instead, she became even more angry.
Mona was bewildered. The alcohol made it hard for her to think straight. The predicament she was in terrified her, but she had difficulty remembering exactly what the facts were and how she might resolve her dilemma. It was too complicated. "I saw you fucking Jet, Ellen. I wanted to try it too. Jack caught me. That's all." The blonde began to cry. "I am your friend, Ellen. I love you."
Ellen noticed that Jack was beginning to develop another hard-on. Either Mona's sorrow excited him, or he had ceased to be awed by her own unexpected entry. Either way, his growing cock turned Ellen on. It had been so long since she and her husband had been really sexy together. She struggled to find a way to make the situation all right ... so she could enjoy the sensual possibilities involved. Slowly, an idea took shape. First, though, there were some things she needed to get out.
"What made you so interested in women who fuck dogs all of a sudden?" She spat the words in her husband's direction.
"Don't look at me, baby. I come home early from work, and your friend's screwing the dog in the garden ... "
"So you've been at it for a while, have you? I thought something was up when I called. That's why I talked the nurse into rushing me through. I wouldn't have missed this little party for the world."
"What I'm trying to tell you, baby, is I kind of got to thinking about you and the dog. The whole thing turned me on so much, I had to get it on with Mona. You know I haven't got much willpower." It was true in essence. He hadn't been thinking about Ellen much today, but he had spent a lot of time thinking about her dog fetish over the weekend.
Ellen grinned sardonically. The main reason she was still with her husband was the confident charm he was exhibiting now. She just couldn't stay really mad at him. He was like a child where sex was concerned. No one could convince him that he shouldn't have everything he wanted. She thought for a moment, then she began to remove her clothes. "I've been wanting to be in an orgy with you for a long time, Jack. I'll take what I can get."
Husband and wife sought each other out. Naked, they kissed hungrily, their tongues dueling recklessly in a mounting fervor of passion. "I want to watch you fuck Mona," she whispered.
A childlike grin lit up Mona's face as she realized that she hadn't created a crisis between the two. If anything, they were closer than she had seen them so far. It was only when both of them began to urge her back down onto hands and knees that the blonde realized she was going to be included in the reconciliation.
"Oooohh, what are you doing?" Mona groaned. After her fear, her excitement seemed more intense than ever. Her pussy was hot and hungry. It had been robbed of a climax that had been just on the verge of explosion.
"A little present for you, darling. Jack's going to screw you while I watch." Mona's disheveled loveliness excited Ellen. But she still retained some bitterness against her friend. She wanted to make her suffer, just a little, before they could be real friends again.
While the blonde quivered expectantly on hands and knees, Ellen stroked Jack's cock, readying it for the fuck to come. She ran one hand over Mona's cunt, moistening her fingers in her friend's copious juices. Her eyes met Jack's as she worked. She could see that he understood now that there had been something else between her and Mona. The idea obviously excited him. His cock was rock-hard.
"Screw her now," Ellen whispered excitedly.
Jack kissed his wife quickly on the lips, then he sank his cock deep into her girlfriend's twat. He gripped her hips tightly and began to establish a smooth rhythm in and out of Mona's clinging wet pussy. He watched fascinated as Ellen began to tickle the blonde's asshole with a moistened finger. At last, she slipped the finger right on up inside her hole. She screwed her with it, as though it were a small cock.
Mona was going out of her mind with excitement. She had never had her asshole played with before. The sensations provoked by the prodding finger made her feel weak with desire. "Oooohhh! I feel so nice! It's good to be with both my lovers like this!"
While Ellen sawed her fingers in and out of Mona's ass, she kept her eyes glued to Jack. She was excited, and so was he. She hoped he would be equally as titillated by her suggestion. She tried to grip his cock with the hand that was skewering Mona's anus. "Do it here," she whispered. "I want to see it."
The lust glimmered in Jack's gaze. "Yeah!" he murmured. He had forgotten what a sexy bitch his wife was. He was beginning to appreciate Ellen more and more. His experiences with other women were finally convincing him of how much he needed his own sexy wife close by him. He had let his marriage lapse for a while. No more. He had lots of energy he wanted to exchange with Ellen.
He smiled at his beautiful redheaded wife as he pulled his cock from Mona's pussy. They both heard the blonde groan in frustration. "Don't worry, baby! I'm going to take care of you!" His cock was well-lubricated. It slid easily up into Mona's asshole the minute Ellen pulled her finger free.
"Noooooo!" Mona wailed. "Not there! You're hurting meeeeee! Ellen, make him stop!" The sudden filling pain was fast sobering the blonde up. She was beginning to understand the true nature of her situation. She had wronged her friend. She had wronged her husband too, for that matter, though she had long denied Daniel's rights to herself. Now she was going to have to pay. Ellen wasn't going to help her. Ellen wanted to see her punished! "Oh my God-d-d!"
Slowly, Jack pulled his cock out until just the swollen head was still buried deep in Mona's tight-clenched asshole. Once again, he shoved it far inside. He began to establish a deep-skewering rhythm that was hot, clutching, intensely stimulating. At last he was reaping the lurid thrill he had hoped to experience with Dorie. Now he had a woman pinioned beneath his throbbing prick who would never forget the filling sensation of his cock in her asshole. He was punishing her for her depravity, and helping her explore a new forbidden channel of sensuality, all at the same time.
"It's good, baby!" Jack grunted to his wife, who was watching attentively, starry-eyed with arousal.
"Oh yeah, Jack baby! Your cock's doing her so good! I wonder what it feels like in there!" Ellen was beginning to get a vicarious thrill from watching her girl friend squirming beneath her husband's cock. Like Jack a few days ago, she knew nothing of the depraved pleasures of buggery. Her interest was growing, however, with every wiggle of Mona's shapely white bum. "Give it to her, Jack! Look at her squirm!"
Ellen's excited words wounded Mona like so many poisoned arrows. To hear her own best friend, her tender lover, gloating over her debasement was more than she could take. All the fight left Mona. She became a ragdoll, buffeted before the big man's lusty cock. Let it hurt, she thought. She didn't care anymore.
As soon as she quit fighting the stiff prick in her asshole, a strange thing started to happen to Mona. The pain started to fade. What replaced it was a new kind of masochistic excitement. The longer and harder Jack screwed her, the more she wanted it. She wanted to feel her ass reamed by his stiff prick. She wanted to cum from the lewd cock up her ass.
"Yessssss! Fuck my ass, lover! Oh God, it feels good! It feels good, Ellen!" Though her girl friend had dictated her fate, Mona wanted the redhead to be the first to know about the intense new pleasure she had discovered.
"Shit! What a sweet hot asshole!" Jack could not believe the way the blonde was suddenly responding to his punishing cock up her ass. Now that she was slamming her ass back at him, urging him on, the pleasure for him became more tantalizing than ever. Her cunt had been good, hot and wet, but her ass was the true prize he savored. It was tight and gripping, unsullied by the dog's heavy dose of cum. "Whooeeee! Move it, baby!"
Ellen too was incredulous at her lovely friend's response. What had wracked the blonde's body with pain moments before was now driving her to wanton heights of abandon. Her fine full tits were swaying beneath her torso. Her round womanly ass-cheeks were thrusting back against the man's loins with feverish haste. Ellen was amazed at the changes a few days and a few heavy experiences had brought in her pretty college chum. She could scarcely believe that this howling, wanton creature was the same girl who'd been shy to show herself naked a few days before.
Ellen liked the new Mona. Her own pussy throbbed with lust as she watched her friend writhing beneath her husband's sodomizing cock. She stabbed two fingers deep into her pussy as she leaned close to her girlfriend's ass, marveling at the way her asshole was taking that thick impalement.
"Wow, Mona, darling ... you sure are swallowing him up tight! Feels good, eh, baby! Hhhhnnnhhh!"
"Ohhhhhh, yesss, Ellen, yessssss!" Suddenly Mona's face took on a surprised look. "My God! I'm commmmmingg-g!" she wailed.
Ellen saw her chance. Her girlfriend had had her orgasm. Now she wanted to experience a thick cock up in her ass. She kneeled next to Mona and wiggled her ass at her husband. "Fuck me there now, Jack! Please, darling! Do it!"
His wife's depraved eagerness stimulated Jack. He smiled wryly at the big dog who now lay neglected by the fireplace. For two women who were so intrigued by dog-cock, they sure were hooked on his swollen human prick. He pulled his cock from Mona's asshole and nudged it deep into Ellen's upturned sphincter.
It too, was tight and clinging. Ellen was just as much a virgin in there as Mona had been. Though the man had been almost exhausted moments before, the lusty turn of events made him stroke into his wife's ass with the vigor of a young man, newly refreshed.
Now it was Mona's turn to watch her friend learn to adjust to the pain. Ellen didn't seem to have as much trouble appreciating the pleasure of the situation, probably because she was so intensely aroused. Within moments she was squirming her ass forcefully back at Jack's loins. She heaved her buttocks back at him like a woman possessed, wailing out her primitive joy.
Jack felt like a king among men. It was a turn-on beyond his wildest dreams to have two women squirming beneath him in one afternoon, both behaving like nymphomaniac love slaves. Both reveling in the perverse pleasures of taking his cock deep into their ass.
The afternoon was a long one. The man and the two women achieved an intimacy that was beyond words, beyond the strict ties of relationships. They were perfectly content in one another's company. It was as though they had finally achieved the sexual paradise they had been striving for.
Ellen rocked her naked girl friend in her arms for a while, reaffirming the closeness of their relationship.
"I'm so glad you came to visit us, Mona. You've been a good influence ... on both of us. Jack and I haven't been this close in years. Have we, honey?"
Jack scratched his head humorously. "It sure took me a long time to figure out I've got my best lover right here at home. For a while there, I just had to have new women. I thought Ellen was getting too old for me. But both you gals have got more energy than any teenager I ever came across." Except maybe Dorie, he thought fondly. He wasn't going to turn over a completely new leaf. But he was going to make love to his wife again, the way both of them wanted. Jet could be in on it too, any time she wanted him. "You know, old Jet there is probably feeling neglected. You girl haven't been paying him much attention."
"Jet can't beat a real man." Mona giggled and squeezed Jet's flaccid cock.
"To tell you the truth, honey," Ellen told him, "I think I'll have to be finding Jet a new lady-dog friend. I have a feeling I won't be having as much time for him as I used to."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Two days later, Mona left the Banyons and flew back to the west coast. She had had the vacation of a lifetime. No woman could learn more in the course of a short week than Mona had. Now she was ready to see Daniel, to find out if she could establish their relationship on a new footing.
Jack and Ellen took her to the airport. The farewells were long and intimate.
"Now, I want you to be sure to come visit us next year," Mona said. "I want you to meet Daniel." She winked. "I think by then we should all be ready for something special. If Daniel approves, that is."
"You're great, Mona," Jack told her. "Still the devoted wife. Now I know why Ellen's so crazy about you."
Mona blushed. Despite her kissing, she was nervous about facing Daniel. After all she had been through, she couldn't believe that Daniel wouldn't notice the changes in her the minute she walked in the door.
Instead of calling from the airport, she took a taxi home. She wanted to surprise Daniel. He was sitting in the living room, reading a book and eating a sandwich when she came in. She tip-toed over and covered his eyes. "Guess who?" she teased.
"Mary? Susan? Marcia?" He started to laugh when there was a long pause. "I'm just teasing honey. I'm sure glad you're home. Honest I am." He pulled her down into his lap and hugged her. He looked very serious, like a man in love. "I was very much afraid that you wouldn't come back."
Mona's eyes were brimming with tears. Though events at Ellen's hadn't given her much time to think, she realized now how much she had missed her good-looking husband. "Of course I was coming back, silly. You're my husband ... my man. Being away from you for a while made me realize how much I love you ... and need you. I know now how unfair I've been to you."
Daniel's face glowed with pleasure. "Tell you what. Why don't we celebrate? I'm taking you to El Gaucho tonight, and we're going to eat a dinner fit for a king."
Mona squealed with delight. She felt like a kid again. "Oh, Daniel, that will be wonderful. I can wear the new dress I bought while I was gone. I think you'll like it. It's sexy."
"You better be careful, baby. In a mood like I'm in, you may not be safe in a sexy dress."
Playfully she pulled away from him and raised her eyebrows. "I think I can take care of myself, senor."
In the restaurant, they found a quiet corner where they ate a lavish meal by candlelight. Daniel was surprised when she encouraged him to order a bottle of wine.
Both were pleasantly high by the time they returned to their car. Daniel pulled Mona close to him on the seat. "You sit right there, wife, while I drive us home."
Mona ran her hand enticingly over his groin. She could feel a growing bulge there. The touch of it made her pussy throb with anticipation.
"Darling, it feels so good ... I can't wait." As he drove, she undid his fly and pulled his pulsing cock out into the open. She gazed admiringly at it in the passing light of cars. Slowly, she bent down and closed her lips over his blood-swollen cocktip. She began to suck greedily. She couldn't get over delicious tingle at the thought of how surprised Daniel must be right now.
Daniel was more than surprised. He was frozen with amazement. Just a week ago, he had said farewell to a prudish, naive wife. What had returned to him was a lusty wanton wench with a mouth soft as butter. He couldn't argue with the results, but he couldn't help wondering what could have brought about such a change in his pretty wife.
Could missing him alone have given her the courage to take his cock into her mouth, right out in the street? There would be time enough to solve that mystery.
Right now, Daniel Freeman had enough on his mind. A car to drive. And a wife to screw senseless when they reached home.
