Marion Hart had a special problem. It wasn't that she was a typically bored suburban housewife, nor that her husband wasn't doing the right things in bed. Her problem was her strange desire to make it with animals.
It had started as a child with her pet dog, Balto, and ended when she became totally committed to her life as an animal-lover... a real animal-lover. When her husband bought her a dog, Gus, to relieve her of some of her boredom, she quickly got back into the swing of things.
But soon it got out of hand. She began having an affair with a horse, a cat and then she finally realized that she couldn't hide the truth from her husband any longer.
She left him, and in a strange new city, ran across the most bizarre person she would ever come to know... a lady with the same desires as herself, a lady with a houseful of snakes!
CHAPTER ONE
Marion Davis Hart was bored. She didn't want her house, she didn't want a life in the suburbs, and she didn't want to live out her life with a husband who didn't understand her.
She tried to recall when she had felt more dissatisfied.
She tried to think of the days when Jim had worked his magic.
As a matter of fact, that had been one of the things Marion had found most attractive about Jim. They had met when she was a sophomore at college, sitting in on one of his courses. In those days she was the kind of hard worker that would tend to impress the most cynical professor.
They had become close friends during the course of the semester. Jim was ten years older than Marion, but soon mustered his courage and asked for a date. Marion had been surprised and flattered at the same time but had no difficulty in making up her mind to go out with him.
First of all, not every girl got to go out with one of the professors, particularly a man like Jim, who was a well respected scholar. It would give her something to brag about around the dormitory, and in addition, she found him quite attractive for an older man.
He had picked her up at the dormitory in his car, a ramshackle jalopy that fit his personality perfectly. It was hard to understand how such a good looking man could be so innocent and out of things. If he had wanted, he could have had any girl on the campus in his bed.
Marion was no virgin at the time. A basketball-playing senior had taken care of that problem the year before. But she had no intention of fucking the handsome professor on the first date. It would have been fun to spend some time with him but that was as far as she intended to go on the first date.
They had gone to a movie, a documentary on New Guinea or something like that, and then headed for Jim's off campus apartment for a few drinks. Marion was delighted with her date, who was not only good looking but so timid and respectful that he treated her like a queen.
Then they had got drunk together, mostly at Marion's insistence. After an hour of that they danced together, sweating copiously in the overheated living room of his little flat. Marion thought things over and decided that she might as well go to bed with the handsome professor. Aside from all else, it would be quite a feather in her cap.
But she had to find some way to seduce him. It was almost insulting the way he would keep her at arm's length as they danced, as if he were afraid of offending her. Marion decided to take things into her own hands at that point, pressing herself into his arms and making her desires clear.
Even Jim, out of it as he was, soon caught on. He kissed the young beauty on the lips and then forced his tongue into her open mouth. That was how it had all started. Marion responded to the pressure, twining her agile tongue around his until there was no way for Jim to back out.
He led the girl to his bedroom wondering at his good fortune. Jim may have lived in an ivory tower, but he had all the desires of a normal man and the equipment to keep the most passionate woman happy. Marion was going to one of a long line of student conquests of his.
He opened the door to his bedroom and was delighted at Marion's reaction. It looked like she wouldn't be coquettish, at all. She threw herself into his arms again and opened her mouth wide so that he could kiss her. Jim figured that it would take less than twenty minutes to get her to bed.
He let his hand wander down to her breasts, amazing at their firmness and resilience. Marion was a tall girl of nineteen at the time, with long red hair that hung in silky tresses down to the small of her back. She had big blue eyes, high cheekbones, with a straight nose and a quizzical expression on her pretty face.
She would have looked like any innocent coed except for two factors. The first was her mouth, a broad gash framed by thick sensual lips that seemed to have been created for kissing and sucking cock. And then there was her body, the thing that had appealed to him from the start.
Marion had an incredible physique for a girl her age. Her huge tits jutted provocatively from her slender torso. It was impossible to keep his hands off the creamy spheres and there had been many night that he had stayed awake thinking about how he could find a way to fuck her.
Then there were her legs, long shapely stems with a fine patina of blonde down. But the best thing about the girl, aside from the wasp waist, was her ass, which was surprisingly large and full for a girl with such a slender and delicately formed physique.
But there was no more time to think about how beautiful she was. Jim took the girl in his arms and started to remove her blouse, unhooking it from behind. It came off easily in his hands and he quickly threw the filmy garment onto the floor. Yes, she was almost ready.
Marion decided to finish undressing by herself. It felt funny to be with a man so much older than herself and it was the least she could do to show him that she was indeed a mature woman with desires of her own. She pushed Jim away and immediately began to strip before his startled eyes.
In a matter of minutes she was stark naked and ready to go. The alcohol had worked on her perfectly, causing her inhibitions to melt without effort. All she wanted now was for her lover to undress and fuck her. After that she would have time to think about what she was doing.
Jim undressed almost as quickly as his partner, but not nearly as gracefully. His prick was already in a state of erection and it made Marion laugh to see how much trouble he was having getting it out of his underwear. She hopped on the bed hoping he would be a little more competent in bed, as opposed to the kind of callow lover she had gotten used to.
Soon Jim was naked and holding her tight. He led the lovely girl to the bed and laid her down on her back. Then he sat beside her, too timid to make the initial move. Marion decided that it was time for her to take things into her own hands and control the pace of their affair.
She pushed Jim into a sitting position and then slid off the bed. Now she was down on her knees before him, taking his rigid cock in her soft hands. Her long fingers went to work without hesitation, fondling and dangling her lover's meat until it was hard and red and swollen.
Now it was time to take the big thing into her mouth and give him one of her super blowjobs. Jim's prick was surprisingly large, but Marion had been sucking men off since the age of twelve and was perfectly confident about her abilities. No man had ever been able to resist the pressures of her talented tongue and lips.
Jim was to prove no exception, as she soon discovered. He looked at her with surprise, as if used to more passive women, but never uttered a word of complaint. Marion looked up at him with a smile on her sensual mouth and then guided the huge missile between her parted red lips.
It slid into her mouth effortlessly and then she was ready to begin. She took in the full length of the thing, opening her mouth and letting it crash into the soft moistness of her throat. She estimated that Jim's rod must have been eight inches long and four inches thick.
Jim, for his part, was amazed at her abilities. He had never found a woman who could service his cock in that manner. Yes, he told himself, she's really something. We're going to have good time together.
He closed his eyes and then felt his cock slipping out of Marion's mouth. The she began to work him over with her tongue, drawing it again and again over the sensitive purple head. He felt, like he could come on the spot but had no intention of doing so. He wanted to drag the maximum amount of pleasure of his latest conquest.
As it happened, he could not have been better attuned to the desires of his mistress. Marion was proud of the way she sucked his cock and was going to settle for nothing less than a full mouth dripping with come. She to wanted to prolong things for as long as she could.
She let Jim's cock slide all the way out of her mouth and then started to lick it as if it were a giant candy cane. Her long tongue travelled from base to head, lingering along the way, tracing the veins of his cock as if she were tracing rivers on a map.
Then she started to move her tongue faster, shooting it out of her mouth like a hummingbird gathering nectar. She would aim for the wide open slit at the tip of his rod and managed to hit the narrow target again and again. Yes, it was fun to be with a man again, she thought.
Then she noticed Jim's balls and decided to work on the hairy vulnerable spheres for a few moments. He was too close to shooting his load and this way she could please him and slow him down simultaneously. Besides, it was something that she herself always enjoyed.
She began to lick at the his balls and they were soon coated with a sticky film and she started to stuff them one at a time into her clinging mouth, knowing that it was something she just had to do.
Soon they were both ensconced in her mouth and she was fondling and caressing them with her talented tongue. Then it was time to go back to work on that big prick which was slapping up against her face. A few more strokes and she knew he would be ready to fire.
She parted her lips just enough for him to slip between them and then used her lips to make her lover even hotter. She could taste a preliminary drop of come pearling at the slit of his prick and redoubled her efforts, knowing she could make him shoot whenever she wanted.
Jim reared back and then shot his prick home one last time. He felt a wave of fire passing through his limbs and then he could sense the sperm travelling up from his balls and forming a reservoir at the tip of his prick. Then his big weapon began to spurt, spewing its hot juices down the throat of his eager and talented mistress.
Marion drank down the scum greedily, thrilling to the strong salty taste. It was great to have a man shooting inside her again, after all those months of deprivation. The best thing about it was the fact that she knew she had him. He wanted her again, as she was soon to discover.
"That was really something," he told her.
"Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that?"
"Oh, I've been around," Marion answered proudly. "I am not as innocent as I look."
"You're not kidding," he answered appreciatively. "Do you want to fuck me now?"
Marion didn't bother to answer her lover. It was a stupid question, even if it was nice of him to ask. She held Jim in her arms and started to run her hands all over his body, knowing that this would turn him on again. A few minutes later he was hot and bothered and ready to fly.
Marion lay back on the bed and parted her legs prettily. She had used her tongue well and wanted to see if her lover could duplicate her gestures. He looked at the girl with surprise, astonished at her boldness. She certainly did not act like a girl of nineteen.
Jim shrugged his shoulders and prepared to eat out Marion's blonde bush. He crouched down before her and lifted her hips with his strong hands. Now her cunt was gaping wide open and it would be easy for him to slip his tongue inside her and taste her fragrant fuck juices.
He worked first on her labia, sliding his tongue over the sensitive skin until his lips were covered with come. Then he turned his attention to her clitoris, taking the little flap of flesh between his strong white teeth and teasing it without mercy.
There was nothing in the world that turned Marion on more than having a tongue inside her pussy. She held onto her lover's head and pulled it toward her body as if she wanted to suck all of it inside her. Fortunately, he soon took the hint and did what she wanted, relinquishing her clitty and shoving his tongue into the breach.
He was delighted at the taste of her cunt, which was as fresh and sweet as new mown hay. He licked out every inch of the sensitive membranes and then decided that it was time to fuck. His cock was hard as a bar of iron and he just had to force it inside her.
Marion had never taken on a cock as big as Jim's but had no doubt about her ability to do so. She parted her legs again and let him climb on top of her, feeling his cock brushing against her pelvis. Yes, she thought, it was a good idea to go out with this horny stud.
Then he maneuvered himself into position and started to guide his prick with his right hand, aiming it right between Marion's parted labia. It slid in effortlessly and he soon had it buried to the hilt. She arched her back so that he could get it into her even deeper.
Jim began to fuck his mistress slowly and carefully, digging the feel of her clinging pussy. She had incredible control over her sphincter muscles and it felt like she was going to rip his cock right off his body. He decided that it would not be a bad way to go.
He began to fuck her a little harder, sensing that the girl was feeling no pain. Most women groaned when he shoved his cock inside them, but this little sexpot seemed capable of servicing a rod twice his size. He figured that she would come long before he did.
He arched his own back and then raised himself up onto his outstretched arms, balancing his weight on his palms. It was a hard position to hold, but it forced his cock even further into Marion's sugar scoop, causing her to cry out with pleasure and beg him for more.
"That's it," she muttered. "Keep fucking me like that. Sock it to me and I'll come all over your balls."
"Take it easy," he whispered in her ear. "I can't do it any harder than I am now."
Marion had to laugh at her lover's innocence. She was talking without even thinking about her words and here he was taking her seriously, listening to every sentence as if he were grading it. Yes, he was a good lay but there was a lot he would learn before she was done with him.
"Come on," she said. "Just take it easy and fuck me right. I love the way your big prick hollows me out."
Jim found that he needed no such encouragement. It was really something the way she was fucking him. In the position that he had chosen, she could not move a muscle but her tight talented pussy was actually wringing the sperm out of his tired overworked penis.
He lowered himself back onto her body and thrilled to the feel of her soft tits being crushed against his hairy chest. It was annoying to be so close to orgasm before she was ready to fly so he decided to pull out all stops, do everything he could to achieve her climax.
Jim started to lick and bite Marion's ears and neck, knowing that it would turn her on. Then he held her tight and lifted her practically off the bed, so that he could slip his hands under her bouncing buttocks. That was something else that rarely failed to turn on his mistress.
He held his hands around her soft buttocks and then let his fingers wander down to Marion's tiny pink asshole. He cupped his hand and let his index finger slide into the delightful hole, not stopping until it was buried to the last knuckle inside her nether orifice.
Marin squirmed with ecstasy as her lover started to stimulate her bunghole. It was one of the most sensitive of her erogenous zones, even if she had never been fucked there. It had always been fun to have a man ream her out with his tongue or fingers and Jim was doing it really well, getting her just about ready to shoot her load.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, feeling her limbs beginning to stiffen compulsively. That was a sure sign of her impending orgasm, and she knew from past experience that she was ready. All she had to do now was lay there and let him fuck her as hard as he wanted to.
Jim felt her tight pussy beginning to contract even more violently. He could hardly move inside her now so he left his prick buried to the hilt and moved it circularly as if stirring a cauldron of soup. Any minute now she was going to make good on her promise to bath his balls in come and he could hardly wait for it to happen.
Marion did not keep her lover waiting long. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and then let out a cry of passion. Then she felt her pussy releasing its long stored fluids and was able to relax at last. It was a long orgasm and damned good one.
"Let me change position," she stated. "I'm getting all cramped like this. I think I have a Charley horse or something in my left thigh."
"Sure," Jim answered. "I don't want to hurt you. We can do it any way you want to."
He got off his mistress and gave Marion a few minutes to make up her mind. She decided that he might as well fuck her from behind, a way she always liked in the past. That way she could brush her asshole against his wiry pubic hair and maybe even have a second orgasm.
She turned over on the bed and wasted no time getting down onto her hands and knees. Jim looked at her with barely concealed admiration. She looked so good down on her knees with her dripping labia peeking out from between her pillowy buttocks that he could hardly wait to get back into her.
He crouched behind the beautiful callypigous girl and guided his prick right between her soft cheeks and into her wet cunt. She sighed with relief as he hit the bolt home. Yes, he would come pretty soon if she had anything to say about it, right into her hungry snatch.
Marion moved her ass backward so that it ground against her lover's wiry midsection. Just as she had predicted, her tender bunghole was soon irritated by the rough curly hair, as well as her dripping labia! She soon decided that this was her favorite fucking position.
As for Jim, he was doing everything possible to hold back his orgasm. He buried his prick to the hilt and did not move at all for a few seconds, just relaxing and digging the feel of her clinging pussy as it clamped his cock and tried to wring the come out of his overloaded balls.
Then he felt that he could remain passive no longer. Marion was young and healthy enough to fuck three men into exhaustion but it just wasn't fair for him to enjoy himself without doing some of the work. He pulled his prick halfway out and then slammed it in to the hilt.
Marion sighed with relief as he started to fuck her. His heavy prick was absolutely divine as it hollowed her out, molding her body to the perfect receptacle. She began to move her ass from side to side, doing everything in her power to bring her new lover to orgasm. She knew that he could not hold out too much longer.
Jim shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls exploding. The come rocketed through his prick, was dammed up for a moment, and then shot into Marion's cunt with the force of a cannon. She groaned with lust, almost ready to have another orgasm of her own.
"Too much," she told her lover, as soon as he had pulled his prick out of her dripping labia. "Man I was worried you would never get there for a while."
"Don't worry about me," Jim answered. "It's really crazy. I'm twenty-nine but you keep acting and talking as if I were an older, middle-aged man."
"That's just the way it is," Marion replied thoughtfully. "Maybe I'm especially immature, but you seen so stable and settled and adult by comparison."
"Well, I'll try to take it as a compliment," Jim replied. "Although I doubt that you mean it that way."
The two lovers continued their conversation for several minutes longer. They spoke of all sorts of things and Marion was soon confirmed in her initial notion of Jim's character. There was indeed something mature about him, practically dead or inert. She couldn't figure what it was.
Jim told her a little about his childhood, which made things a little more clear. He explained that he had come from a rather poor rural family. His widowed mother had been forced to work like a slave to support four children, of whom he was the oldest son.
Thus, he himself had been working since early childhood, attempting to support the younger children in the family. They had tried all sorts of things, including running a small grocery store, where he would work during school vacations. When he was away at college his mother would send him food packages to keep him going.
Jim had won a scholarship to the college at Whittier and had worked his way to the top of the class. Originally he had intended to go into law, but found the academic community so attractive that he decided to become a professor of sociology instead.
He explained that the university provided him a home more stable and secure and comfortable than anything he had ever known before. As dedicated as he was to his family he still was forced to acknowledge their limitations. Only at college had he met people on his own intellectual level.
Marion heard her new lover out and decided that he was an uncommonly moral and reliable man. Her own background was so different that she felt compelled to explain it to him. Something told the intelligent girl that they would be seeing a lot of each other in the future and it was important that there be no misunderstandings between them.
She explained that she had come from an upper middle class family, the younger of two daughters. Nothing had been expected of her except that she act like a little princess. All her parents wanted was for her to marry a man of her own class, one who could support her.
Her childhood had been a continuous stream of parties and presents and favors. Sure, even as a kid she had seen through it, but there was no reason to fight. Once she was able to go away to college it was all part of the past. Now she was old enough and mature enough to think about what kind of life she really wanted to lead. Soon she grew bored with the conversation, which had turned all too serious. Marion got up from her chair and walked directly over to Jim, throwing herself into his arms. She wanted him to fuck her once more, she explained, since she had to be back in the dorm before midnight.
Jim, tired as he was, was more than willing to oblige. He laid Marion down on the floor and prepared to eat out her pussy. Then Marion had an inspiration and told her lover that they might as well skip fucking in favor of eating each other in a sixty-nine position.
It was an offer that Jim could not refuse. He reversed his position on the rug so that they were lying head to foot. Now he could see right into the depths of her gaping pussy. She presented a panorama of pink and red moistness and his mouth watered at the thought of swallowing her come.
He worked his head into position and separated Marion's legs with his strong hands.
Then he worked his tongue into her pussy, bypassing her tiny pink clitoris. It felt good to have his tongue inside her again, particularly when she returned the gesture by sucking on his prick.
Marion opened her mouth and let her lover's soft cock glide between her lips. It felt good to have him inside her and she used all her tricks to turn him on. In a matter of seconds his cock was as hard as a bar of iron and she knew that it would not take him long to shoot his load.
She licked his tongue from root to tip, letting her tongue wander and wind around his shaft. Occasionally she would bite into his cock, but never hard enough to cause Jim a moment of pain. He continued eating her pussy, knowing that he was in good hands.
Soon Marion felt that she could hold out no longer. It had been a long evening but she wanted to come this last time before returning to her dormitory. She closed her eyes and felt her cunt getting tighter and wetter, a sure sign that she was about to gain her release.
Then her body began to jerk compulsively, writhing all over the bristly surface of the carpet. She felt her mind go bland and then spewed her juices into her lover's eager mouth. Jim drank down her come with gusto and then removed his head from her cunt, knowing that it was his turn to take it easy and be pampered for awhile.
He turned his body so that he could see her eating his cock, something that always turned him on. Marion looked especially attractive with a big erection stuck in her mouth. It made her look even younger, somehow, and more innocent, as if she were a ten year old girl.
Once he got a look at the intent expression On Marion's face he knew he could hold out no longer. He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt the come travelling up from his balls and squirting out of his prick. His come rocketed out of his cock and filled Marion's mouth with a flood of thick semen.
The two lovers relaxed for a few minutes after their final love bout, but then it was time for Marion to return to her room. She dressed quickly and then waved goodbye to her passionate lover.
"Hey, when am I going to see you again?" he asked. "Don't just walk out like that."
"Don't be silly," Marion answered with a smile. "I'll be in class tomorrow. I don't think I'll ever cut again."
CHAPTER TWO
Marion put a roast in the oven and then went into the living room to relax and have a drink and continue her recollections of the recent past. Her husband would not be home for about another hour and she would have to subordinate her concerns to his more pressing problems.
She thought back to what had happened after their first date. She had seen him the next day and the day after that. One thing had led to another, until she found herself almost in love with the man. It was her first romantic, as opposed to sexual, attachment.
But it was a strange thing, she reflected. The closer they got on an emotional level, the more spiritually dependent she became, the less she enjoyed fucking him. It was a syndrome that had continued unchecked, to the point where she hardly wanted to go to bed with him anymore.
They had married right after she was graduated, much to her mother's delight. It had been a nice enough wedding, but kind of one-sided, since she had a million relatives and Jim hardly had any at all. Then they had gone on their honeymoon, only to return to Dorset Heights.
After that, things had gone all too smoothly. Jim had his work and for the first year she had enjoyed playing housewife. He didn't press her too much about having children, even if she knew that it was always at the back of his mind. Well, that would be alright someday, but it was too soon for her to settle for a life of motherhood.
After awhile, she had almost forgotten about sex. Life was safe and secure with Jim, even if not too exciting. They had all the material advantages and she really was proud of her husband's accomplishments. He had two books published already and was working on a textbook that would bring a lot more money and luxury into their comfortable home.
Marion found that she could channel her sexual energy in other directions. Without thinking too carefully about it, she had taken up riding, finding a stable that was only a few miles from their home. That was something she could do every day, as soon as she had finished her housework.
It was pure sublimation of her sexual desires, but Marion never let herself see it that way. She was not the kind of girl who liked to compromise, but at the same time it just wouldn't have been fair to take a lover after less than a year of marriage.
So she would go out to the stables every day, rain or shine, and ride for hours. That aroused a general interest in animals and she had asked her husband to buy a dog. Unfortunately she was soon to discover that Jim hated dogs and cats and would not hear of having one in his home. Her reflections were interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the lock. Marion put down her drink and went to greet her husband. It was good to see him again, tired and dragged out as he was after a day's work. He kissed her on the cheek and asked about supper. Marion told him to sit down and relax. It would be ready in a few minutes.
"What a day," Jim announced with a sigh. "And now I'm going to have to spend half the night marking papers."
"Damn it," Marion answered testily. "I thought you were going to do that at the office."
"I tried," Jim told her. "But there was so much else to do that I never got down to it. I'm sorry, but I have to get it done. I owe it to the students."
"What about me?" she asked. "Don't you know that you owe me something too?"
"I'll make it up to you," Jim answered, "this time I really mean it. As soon as vacation time rolls around we'll go off somewhere for a nice vacation."
"Forget it," Marion announced wearily. "Come on in and eat supper. You do have time for that don't you."
"Yes, honey," Jim said in a chastened tone of voice. "It smells absolutely delicious."
Supper passed with merciful quickness and then Jim had to go 'to his study and mark papers. It was like being a widow, Marion thought. He's no husband at all anymore, just a provider. How the hell did I get involved like this and what the fuck do I do to get out of it.
The rest of the evening passed slowly and Marion took to bed early, curling up with a book. Jim came into the bedroom at about two in the morning and shut off the light before undressing. He stripped quickly and then got right into bed, not even thinking of kissing her good night.
When Marion woke up in the morning her husband was already gone. He always did that to her, running out early so that she could sleep a little later, as if she needed to. It was a far cry from the first nights they had spent together when he wouldn't let her out of the house without a final fuck. Yes, things had changed radically.
Well, what the hell did it matter. There was nothing to do around the house that day so she might as well go riding. It was getting warmer out and it looked like an early spring. The sky was clear and the air crisp, a perfect day to get out of the house and go riding.
She dressed quickly and ran into the car, having but one thing in mind. It was nice to get to the stables early and have her pick of the horses. Mr. Windner had told her that they were getting some new stallions, one of which was wild and almost impossible to ride.
Ten minutes later she was at the stables, parking the car and getting ready to see the new mounts. Mr. Windner greeted his best customer with relish and told her to follow him into the stables. He could hardly wait for her to see his latest and proudest acquisition.
Marion followed the good natured old man into the stables and was soon quite impressed with his latest purchase. It was a huge chestnut stallion named Jack, the biggest healthiest looking horse she had ever seen. Good as she was a rider, Marion found that she had second thoughts about climbing onto the wild looking steed.
Finally she decided that she might as well take a chance, for once in her life. She was a damned good rider and it was silly to let a horse intimidate her. Besides, the horse seemed to like her, as she could tell immediately, as soon as she walked over to him and started to stroke his neck.
"Sure, go ahead and take him out," Mr. Windner announced. "You're the only one I can trust him to."
"Thanks for the compliment," Marion answered. "But you better come out and look for me if I'm not back in two hours. I don't want to by lying in a ditch with a broken leg."
"Sure, but you're too good for that," he answered.
Mr. Windner saddled the handsome beast and led him out of the paddock. Marion spoke to the horse for a few seconds and then decided that was time to begin her ride. What the hell, he would bring a little adventure into her life, something she had starved for since her marriage.
Marion swung herself into the saddle and found that the horse had no intention of being wild. He was quite gentle, so good that she hardly had to use the reins or her riding crop. Probably Jack was glad to get out of the stables and into the fresh air, just like herself.
She followed her usual path and headed straight for the mountain, the only one in that part of the country. The miles glided by effortlessly and soon she had raised a good sweat. It was crazy, but this half tamed horse seemed to like to have her riding on him.
After an hour of hard riding, she decided that both of them could use a rest. She pulled in the reins and Jack stopped without complaint. Marion hopped out of the stirrups and then began to fidget in her pockets, looking for a piece of sugar to use as a reward.
She found it and then gave it to the horse, who licked her fingers in appreciation. Marion sat down by a tree, not bothering to fetter the animal. They seemed to understand each other perfectly and she was not at all afraid that he would run off and leave her alone.
She stood up and admired the horse at length. Jack was an absolutely magnificent beast, tall and strong and broad at the shoulders and fetlocks. And he was a real stallion as she could tell after a moment's observation. Jack was not the kind of horse that you wanted to gelt, even if he had a tendency to be a little wild.
Marion found that she could not take her eyes off the horse's magnificent genitals. He had the hugest prick she had ever seen, thick and hairy, and it seemed to be a foot long in a state of rest. She could not help thinking about him in sexual terms, crazy as it was to do so.
Marion pulled out her hip flask and had a drink, to keep herself from getting a chill. Meanwhile, Jack began to get restless and to caper around before her. It was as if he were trying to tell her something. Marion watched him with great interest and then knew what she had to do. She had been sexually frustrated for too long.
"Well, Jack," she told him. "We've been together for an hour and you've conquered me already. What am I going to do with you, you big handsome thing?"
Marion paused as if she expected the horse to answer her in words. Jack merely raised himself up on his hind legs and gave out a tremendous whinny of pleasure. Evidently he liked being talked to, something that she noticed was a constant trait with intelligent horses.
After that, Marion found that she knew just what to do. She was a healthy young woman who was starved for affection and had to take it where and when she could get it. It was crazy but that's how it was. Anything was better than cheating on her husband, even bestiality.
She held him by the reins and told the horse to calm down. She was going to do something to him that she was sure he would like. Jack looked at her with his sad brown eyes and stopped capering around. It almost looked as if he had understood everyone of her passionate words.
Marion knelt down beside the horse and stretched her hand out toward his prick. It was hard to force herself to do it at first. Her hand was trembling and all sorts of strange thoughts were passing through her mind. It was perverted and weird to want to touch a horse like that but she was already well past the point of no return.
"Just take it easy," she whispered. "I'm going to show you a good time. Relax, I know you'll like it."
Marion soon gathered the courage to touch her horse's prick. The huge thing was heavy and hairy but didn't really feel like a prick. It was kind of hard and horny already, although he couldn't have been sexually excited yet. Well, she had gone this far and there was no reason to stop until she had satisfied her curiosity.
The beautiful young housewife began to stroke the huge organ slowly and carefully, letting her fingers tangle in his bush hair. Soon she could feel it growing in her hands. It seemed to stretch out until it was the size of a baseball bat, a two foot long tube of pure masculinity.
Soon he had reached a state of erection and Marion was delighted at her conquest. Jack was standing there not moving an inch, letting her do whatever she wanted to him. She wondered if he felt sex the way a person did or if it was something that did not dwell on his consciousness.
She held on to the big tube with both hands, finding that her fingers were barely able to encircle it. Then she got into it, stroking him hand over hand, pulling roughly at the meat, dying for him to come. No longer did she think that she was doing anything strange or perverse.
She could see a film of sperm forming at the tip of his prick and then the horse seemed to grow a little restless. He stamped his feet a few times and turned his head downward as if trying to see what she was doing. Well, pretty soon she would set his fears completely at rest.
Marion redoubled her exertions at that point, knowing that she could be as rough as necessary. She squeezed his prick with her soft hands, trying to dig her fingernails into his flesh. It was impossible to do so, since his prick was as hard and tough as a sheet of asbestos.
Then she could feel something happening inside him. His huge pendulous balls started to contract, drawing into his body as if they were going to disappear. Then she felt the come beginning to travel into his huge prick and knew he would come in a matter of seconds.
She could feel his muscles knotting and then he pulled away for a second. His prick stood straight out and she watched with deep fascination as he spewed his juices all over the grass beneath his feet. She couldn't tell for sure, but he seemed to shoot a full pint of hot come.
The stuff sprayed out of his prick and formed a sticky puddle on the grass beneath his feet. It sat there and smoked in the crisp morning air and she sat back to see that he would do next. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she had done the right thing.
Jack lowered his neck and started to lick her around the ears and neck. It felt great to have his hot tongue on her flesh and she leaned back so that he could examine her body at leisure. It was a shame that it was so cold or she would have taken her clothing off without hesitation.
After a few minutes, Marion knew just what she had to do. It was crazy to go halfway, she decided. She wanted to blow the handsome animal and he had already proved that her attentions would not cause him to spook. All she had to do was crouch down and take it into her mouth.
She thought it over for a few seconds, wondering if she could possibly service an organ that huge. She had been with well hung men before but this was a horse of a different color. The huge thing was, in common parlance, big enough to choke a horse.
"Take it easy," she whispered in his ear. "I'm going to suck you off now but you have to promise not to hurt me."
It was ridiculous to talk to him like that, but he really did seem to understand. Jack nodded his head and whinnied again, but afterward he stood his ground without moving. Yes, the handsome beast seemed to know just what she wanted to do to him.
Marion realized that the time for hesitation was long past. She crouched down under his belly and let her hands wander all over his underside. He was strong and muscular and altogether seductive to the touch. All she had to do now was open her mouth and take him in.
That is exactly what happened a few seconds later. Marion closed her eyes and held his prick in hand, stroking it gently until it was hard again. She wondered if he would come even more quickly the second time.
Marion opened her mouth and let her lips close around the tip of the enormous organ. It felt completely different from a man's prick, in size, shape, and general feel. At first it wasn't like a prick at all, just a hard limb of muscle, throbbing in her clinging lips.
She found that it was almost impossible to take the huge thing in her mouth at first. It was greater in diameter than her mouth was and her lips soon stretched out of shape from the effort of taking him in. Also, she felt as if her jaw would be dislocated for the same reason.
But she soon learned something about Jack's cock. As soon as he was fully erect, part of his cock would emerge, as bare and hairless as the penis of a human being. It was a big red fleshy projection that she was servicing now and it was far easier to slip into her mouth.
In a few minutes Marion was able to open her mouth wide and take in the huge pink organ. There was no point even trying to take it all in, since it seemed to be close to two feet long. But she knew that would not be necessary to bring her equine lover to orgasm.
She began to suck Jack off as if he were a man, taking her long agile tongue and wrapping it around the tip of his pulsating rod. He remained stationary, which was a good thing since the monstrous organ could easily have choked and impaled her, without her being able to do a thing in self defence.
But Jack really didn't seem to want to hurt her.
Marion then used her lips and teeth to turn her lover on, knowing that there was nothing she could do that could possibly cause him any pain. She sank her teeth into the angry red flesh and held onto it to show him that she didn't want him to thrust it any further into her overloaded mouth.
Jack seemed to catch on immediately. He stood his ground, occasionally swinging his weight from one side to the other but never violating her confidence. She let go of his cock and started to run her tongue over it, seeing just how much she could take into her straining mouth.
Then she spit out the huge organ for a few seconds, intent on working on his balls. She held the hairy globes in her hands and started to lick them gently, thrilling to the way his course hairs tickled her tongue. Yes, this was really turning her on in a way that she had not been turned on since the earliest years of her affair with Jim.
She tried to stuff his balls into her mouth but found that was impossible to do. Jack seemed not to like it either, so she relinquished the hairy orbs and decided to bo back to work on his throbbing pecker. She knew that he would come in a matter of seconds.
She started to lick and suck at his big cock, not bothering to take it into her mouth. Her tongue trembled along the exposed flesh and stopped as soon as it came to the hairy part. She realized that he has almost no sensation in the upper part of his huge tantalizing cock.
Then she decided to get down to serious business. She had been sucking him off for only a few minutes but knew that he could not hold back much longer. Animals were like that, as she well knew from visiting a farm. They do sex as a matter of instinct rather than conscious pleasure.
That was something she would have to think about in greater detail, but not until she had finished giving her horse a blowjob. She opened her mouth wide and took the huge cock back into her mouth, finding that she had now become accustomed to the enormous length and thickness.
Her throat gaped open and inch after inch of the hot meat travelled into it. After twelve inches she had reached her limit. There was a salty taste in her mouth and she had to let go before she choked. Besides, now she knew that he was ready to fire his load of come.
Jack began to sway his body forward, bending at the waist so that his prick' slid further into her mouth. Fortunately, he could not force her to take it all in, owing to his inability to lower himself down to her level. It was getting a little painful to have him fucking her mouth and Marion began to wish he would hurry up and come.
She held onto the big prick with her hands and let her tongue bring to him the orgasm he so badly wanted. Soon she could feel his muscles and then suddenly and without warning her mouth was full on an incredible amount of hot salty come. It tasted completely different from human semen.
Marion tried to down the salty fluids but soon found it impossible. She got some of it down but then had to relinquish the spurting peach. She spit it out of her mouth and tried to get out of the way of his shower of come. That too was something she found she could not manage. The huge cock looked like a firehose aimed straight at her sweating face. She closed her eyes just in time for the shot of tremendous come. She tried to get out of the way but it was too late to do so.
Marion wiped the come off her face, finding that it was twice as thick and sticky as anything a man could produce. She cleaned herself off with a minimum of effort and then stood up to think things over. She had gone pretty far with the horse, but not all the way as yet.
What am I going to do, she asked herself. I want to fuck this handsome beast, but there are two things holding me back. First of all, the moral issue. Am I really going to fuck an animal, and secondly how could this happen to a happily married woman like myself?
Marion decided that she did not want to fuck the animal. Sure, it was perverse and unusual, but only by certain peoples standards. Jim had told her about bestiality and how common it was on farms in rural areas. But he had only talked about men fucking their animals, not women.
That was typical of him as well as the entire academic and intellectual community. After all, if a man did something it was a matter of passion, something quickly done and as quickly forgotten. For a woman it was a perversion, something that had to be dealt with on pathological grounds.
That was pure bullshit, she told herself. If a man can find relief fucking a heifer then there was no reason on earth why she could not assuage her loneliness and sexual frustration with a horse. No, she wasn't going to fall prey to that kind of male chauvinism.
So, that issue was settled. She was a free woman, perfectly capable of making her own decisions. She did want to fuck the animal and on that level that was all that there was to the issue. Nobody would ever find out about it, that was the one thing certain. All she had to think about was her own passionate desires.
But there was a second issue to confront, as she well knew. That was a purely practical question, but one that could not be safely ignored. She had seen how huge his prick was and had to decide if it was safe to fuck him. After all, he might well tear her to pieces.
At least that was a problem of logistics rather than morality, she thought. All she had to do was find a proper way to do it, a way that would make him happy and preserve her safety at the same time. The clue was of course in the horse's unique and familiar anatomy.
As long as she was beneath him there was no way he could force his prick all the way into her. Marion had seen horses fucking and knew that they had to do it from behind, like all non-human animals. Thus, with her staying low to the ground he would only be able to get part of his prick inside her overloaded pussy.
As a matter of fact, she could take as much of it in as she wanted, mostly by raising her back a little. Well, that was the answer, she told herself. There was no reason on earth not to go through with it. It would be safe and she knew that it was what she had always wanted.
All she had to do now was get him erect again, something that would take but a minimum of effort. She got down on her knees again and stroked his prick, holding against her cold cheeks. He was hard as a rock in seconds and she got up and started to remove her own clothing.
It was cold as hell out in the woods, but she hardly felt it at all. The thought of fucking the horse made Marion impervious to discomfort and she soon stood before him in a complete state of nature. Yes, she was going to go through with it and the more she thought about it, her cunt began to water in anticipation.
She crouched down under the steed and wasted no time in guiding his prick toward her pussy. It bumped up against her labia and then slid home, filling her immediately to capacity.
The thing was at least twice as thick as any cock she had serviced before.
It felt great to have him inside her and Marion soon found out that her surmises had been correct. It was funny the way he would try to shove it further inside her, but all she had to do was lower her body and move forward a little to avoid his savage thrusts.
Nor did Jack become angry at his inability to penetrate fully. He just stood there fucking her with surprising slowness, as if he knew that he didn't want to hurt her. Marion found herself wondering if she was indeed the first woman who had decided to fuck the handsome beast.
She began to move her hips from side to side, not that she was used to his size, but rather to increase his pleasure. She knew that she would not come this first time, but that did not bother her. It was important to do it right, to keep the horse calm. Later she could think of her own jollies.
It was really incredible to have such a huge cock banging away inside her. She felt like candy on a stick and knew that she could raise herself up and literally ride on his cock. But that would have torn her tender pussy to shreds, so she attempted no such feat of acrobatics. No, she was having a good enough time as it was.
The huge prick seemed to fill her beyond her wildest dreams of lustful satisfaction. Jack started to shove it in further but she would not let him get more than twelve inches inside her. Anything more would have been terribly painful for her and would not have increased his pressure either. Yet, it was turning out quite successful.
Just as she was beginning to enjoy herself the horse started to come. Marion was disappointed when she realized it, since she was now close to an orgasm of her own. But there was nothing she could do to hold him back. She would have to wait until later to satisfy her own needs.
She braced herself and then felt an ocean of come washing into her pussy. It filled her to the brim and then started to spill out and Marion had no choice but to pull away from her before he killed her. It was nice but she was not strong enough to weather his full orgasm.
She got up and felt the come running down her thighs and forming a sticky puddle at her feet. She was absolutely bathed in the stuff, all over her ass and cunt. It felt warm at first but then as it started to dry she realized, how cold and windy the day had become.
Marion used a handful of grass and leaves to clean off herself as her horse stood his ground, waiting for more. She looked at her watch and realized that she would have to get back to the stable. They had been together for over two hours and now she had to get home.
"I'm sorry Jack, she told the horse soothingly. "I have to go home now. But we can do it again tomorrow. I promise that I'll come back in the morning."
The horse whinnied as if he had somehow understood her words. Marion realized that animals were always quick to pick-up the mood of a human. Their understanding was limited but basically accurate, since they were equipped to deal only with strong immediate impressions.
She pulled her boots on and then mounted her horse, digging her heels into his side. Jack roared aloud and then they started back to the stable, galloping so fast she was afraid he would throw her. But they were back in a matter of minutes and she was exhilarated by the ride.
Marion dismounted and let the horse back to his shed. Mr. Windner was waiting there for her, somewhat worried at having let her go out the the new horse. Marion was a good rider but he was quite happy to see her again, whole and in one piece with a smile on her pretty face.
"Well, how did it go," He asked cheerfully.
"Were you able to handle this big monster?"
"Don't be silly," Marion answered calmly. "He's nothing but a big baby. You just have to show him who's boss."
"I don't know how you did it," Mr. Windner continued. "Nobody else had the nerve to ride him. He does seem to like you though. Look at him."
Marion looked over at Jack's stall and saw that the handsome steed was stamping his feet and champing at the bit, as if dying to get out and rejoin her. She walked over and stroked him on the nose, whispering in his ear and telling him that she would be back the next day.
But now she had to go, to hurry home and make supper for her husband. She bade Mr. Windner farewell and asked him to reserve the horse for her on the following morning. She liked Jack a lot she said, and wanted to train him a little more. If it worked out, she would think of buying the horse for her personal use.
Then she climbed into her car and started to drive home. She had a lot to think about but found that she was in a holiday mood. The future was hard to predict, but for once she was satisfied with the present. This would be one night she would not mind sleeping alone.
CHAPTER THREE
Marion drove home quickly, no longer thinking about the implications of her first bout of bestiality. All that was in her mind was the pure pleasure she had felt during the acts themselves. She could remember it as if it were still happening.
It was exciting and exotic and forbidden to have sex with a horse, something that was lacking in her relationship with Jim. But no, that was a rationalization. Granted that their sex life left much to be desired, there was no way that the two things were commensurate.
In other words, her desire for bestiality was a thing apart from her ordinary sex life. Sure, they intersected at certain points, but even the reactions, the purely physical ones, were different in either case. No man could have turned her on the way Jack did.
She could still feel his hot breath blowing over her naked body as she stood before him with his come flooding out of her cunt. Yes, it had been magnificent, as had the way he had come in her mouth. It took so little to turn on the lusty animal that she could feel like a sex goddess every time he came.
And she was also excited and stimulated by the sheer power of his sex drive. There was nothing studied about it, nothing conscious. He was aroused on a purely physical level and thus was able to satisfy his demands completely. No man could be that purely sensual.
What a difference, she thought, between a horse's unfettered lust and the timid caresses of her husband. It was not a matter of sheer size and energy, however, for her husband certainly had all the needed male accoutrements. No it was that feeling of savage primordial lust she got every time she touched an animal's prick.
Soon she pulled up into the driveway and angled the car into the garage and two minutes later she had supper on the stove, still paying little attentions to her mundane surroundings. Her life had a new meaning now and all her boredom and frustration had evaporated.
Jim came home at the usual time, but Marion was in for a surprise. He was smiling and radiant as he walked in the door, much in contrast to his usual workaday sobriety. Something was on his mind but Marion was afraid to ask what it was, fearing an anticlimax.
"Well," she said, breaking the silence at last, "What is it? You're grinning like a Cheshire cat."
"Me?" her husband asked, feigning innocence. "Why there's nothing going on as far as I know. I did bring you a little something, but it's nothing special."
"Oh yeah, what is it?" Marion blurted out. "Come on and give it to me."
"Well, if you ask nice," her husband explained. "I might just go out to the car and get it for you."
"What do I have to do?" Marion asked.
"Oh, you don't have to do anything," her husband replied. "I just thought you would want to greet your tired husband the way you used to, if you know what I mean."
That gave Marion something to think about.
His meaning was obvious, for in the first months of their marriage she had always been naked and ready for love when he got back from campus. It was kind of surprising that he would try to make up to her at a time like this.
"Alright," she answered, "come on upstairs."
What the hell, Marion thought to herself, he wants to fuck me again, but what's the difference, I can go through with it and please him and he'll never know how little he's getting to me. Then maybe I can find out what the hell he's got up his sleeve, the smug bastard.
As they walked into the bedroom, Jim wasted no time taking his bride into his arms. He kissed her at length and realized how long it had been since they had spent an afternoon in bed together. It was a shame the way he had been neglecting her this year.
But that was as far as his perceptions could carry him that day. Jim's intentions were good, but he had no idea how far his wife had been estranged from him. In his mind, he could make up for a year's neglect with a single afternoon in the sack, but later he would discover how wrong it was.
"Come on," he told her. "give me one of your super blowjobs and then I'll fuck you."
Marion continued to be pliant and indifferent. She dropped to her knees before her naked husband and took his prick in her soft hands. It was pleasant enough to service him but it just didn't mean anything anymore. She felt totally alienated from the man she had once loved.
She slipped his prick into her mouth and started to suck at it gently, whereupon his prick sprang immediately to life. Once it was hard she slipped it further into her mouth, unthinkingly swallowing it to the root. Her husband looked down at Marion with great affection, thinking how easy it was to please the sensual little creature.
He would have liked to have her blow him to completion but decided not to be selfish about things. It was always fun to fuck Marion, with her tight snatch and bobbing tits. Now she seemed ready for sex. Her skin was all aflame and she actually smelled like an animal in heat.
He leaned back and pulled his prick out of her mouth, so that she remained on her knees with her mouth wide open. Marion cursed him to herself for being so indecisive. Why couldn't he just leave it in her mouth until he came and then fuck her again like any real lover would.
In any case, it would all be over soon. Jim took his wife in his arms and carried her to the bed. Marion could not help but notice how weak and flabby he had become. There was a roll of fat around his mid-section and his arms had grown thin and spongy from lack of exercise.
Jim laid Marion down on the bed and then took his stiff cock in his hand as he lowered his body on top of her. She parted her legs to let him enter her snatch, but even Jim had to notice how little enthusiasm she was showing. He figured that she would warm up once he was inside her.
He held her thighs apart with his hands and mounted her directly, forcing his cock into her dripping snatch. Then he began to move his prick around inside her, forcing it in one inch at a time. Once he was buried to the hilt he began to fuck her with passion.
His big cock slammed into Marion's twat again and again but she found that it did not turn her on at all. Sure, it was fun to fuck him again and he was enjoying himself but it was as if it were all happening to some other woman with herself as a neutral observer.
She began to move with Jim, hoping to speed up his orgasm. His big prick filled her to capacity but it felt like a toothpick after the organ she had already serviced earlier in the day. But she did her best to bring him pleasure figuring that it would make him leave her alone afterward.
He shoved his prick in a few more times and then felt the approach of his orgasm. One more thrust and he was there, sweating profusely and firing a wad of come into her overloaded snatch. His orgasm was over in a couple of seconds and then he withdrew and rolled off his wife's body.
"Well, that was pretty nice, wasn't it," he asked.
"Yeah, it was great," Marion answered, trying to sound enthusiastic. "We should do it more often."
"Yes, you have been in kind of a bad mood lately. But maybe I can change that."
"It isn't just sex," Marion answered wearily. "I don't want to go into it again."
"I know," Jim answered sympathetically. "You're bored staying around the house all day. That's why I got you the little present I have out in the car."
"Can we go see it now?" she asked.
"Sure," Jim replied. "You put your clothing on and follow me down to the car. I can't wait to see the expression on your face when you see what I brought you."
Marion dressed herself quickly, now genuinely interested in her husband's secret. Something told her that he had done something right for a change. He couldn't look so happy if he didn't know she would be pleased. Well, she had nothing to lose, in any case, whether she liked it or not.
"I'm all ready," she said. "Let's go."
She followed her husband down the stairs and out the doorway until they reached his car. Inside she could see something large and furry moving around in the back seat. No, she told herself, it's impossible. He couldn't have gotten me a dog, especially not one that looked so much like Balto. But she was soon to find out that he had.
"Well, go on," Jim shouted. "Open the door and let him out. You're not afraid to, are you?"
Marion walked to the rear of the car and timidly opened the door. Suddenly she was practically knocked off her feel by a huge shaggy black dog, the beast must have weighed over a hundred pounds. And the big thing was a Bouvier des Flanders, the very kind of dog she had grown up with.
"Yes, it's a real bouvier," Jim announced. "I remembered all those stories you told me about your dog, so I got you another one."
"Where did you get him." Marion answered, realizing that she had to say something to camouflage her distress.
"Down at the pound," her husband answered. "I went in to see what kind of dogs they had and then I saw him. Isn't he a fantastic dog?"
There was really no need to ask, for the new animal was a full sized male bouvier, one of the handsomest and most possessing dogs in the world. He stood about three feet high at the shoulder, with pillar-like legs and a monstrous chest that seemed to bulge down to the ground.
His ears and tail had been clipped bouvier-fashion and he waved the four inch stump gleefully as he capered around the car. He was covered with coarse bushy black hair, flecked and shot through with gray. His head was absolutely enormous, featuring a wide mouth with a pair of fangs that would have done justice to a saber-tooth tiger.
"Tell me a little about the dog," Jim asked. "I mean I never saw one before today."
That was one request that was easy for Marion to grant. Her family had kept bouviers for generations and she knew every thing there was to know about the history of the breed. She started at the beginning of a recitation that she had kept in mothballs for years.
She told him that bouviers had been developed in the Sixteenth century as cattle herding dogs. Then their powerful physiques had been used to draw milk carts through the snowy landscape of their native Belgium. During the war they had been used as message carriers and watchdogs, patrolling the beaches in search of enemy landing ships.
The Germans had wiped out most of the breed, but some had survived and were carefully inbred to produce an even larger and fiercer population. Now they found their main use as family guardians, for it would take a foolhardy burglar to brave a bouvier intent on protecting his master's home.
Jim listened to his wife bubbling over about the qualities of the breed. He was delighted to have pleased her so easily, for it would be no trouble at all to take care of the dog. The had a large back yard and the dog certainly looked like he would be able to brave the winter.
"Let's bring him into the house," he suggested. "He'll want to have a look around at the place and see if he likes it."
"He's going to like it," Marion answered.
They brought the dog into the living room and spent most of the evening playing with it. Marion was delighted with the powerful high spirited dog, thinking that it was indeed the match for her girlhood companion. She could see good times in store for herself.
They decided to name the dog Gustave, or Gus for short. It came up to the bedroom with them and lay down at the foot of their bed when they went to sleep. Marion could hear the animal stirring around during the night.
Yes, she would get to know the animal a lot better the next day after her husband left for work.
Soon morning had arrived and it was time for Jim to leave. He walked the dog first and then fed it before getting into his car and heading for the campus. That left Marion all alone with the animal. She kissed her husband good-bye, thinking that he had been good to her, after all.
After she could no longer hear his car, Marion took the dog back up to her bedroom. She played with him for a while, getting rougher and rougher until their play had turned into a wrestling match. She soon found out that she was no match for the heavy, powerfully muscled beast.
The dog climbed on top of Marion pinning her to the bed. Dressed as she was, only in her flimsy nightgown, she was soon naked, to all intents and purposes. And then, to her delight, the big animal started to hump her, rubbing his hairy crotch all over her back and shoulders and naked buttocks. Yes, they were going to have a hell of a time together.
"Hold it, big boy," she told him. "Just get off me for a second and I'll show you a good time."
The dog hopped off her immediately and lay down flat on his back on the bed. He looked ridiculous with his huge paws whirling around in the air, but his prick was already red and hard and his new owner knew exactly what to do to turn him on further.
She began to rub his stomach, slowly drawing her fingers closer and closer to his crotch. He began to run in place, flailing at the air with his paws, coming dangerously close to tearing her eyes out. Marion realized that she had made him overexcited. There was only one way to calm him down now and she was more than happy to do it.
Soon her horny fingers were working around the dog's cock and balls. She grabbed onto the hairy globes and squeezed them tightly, knowing that it would not hurt the sturdy animal. She rubbed them together, thrilling to their hairy softness and then went directly to work on his cock.
"That's it," she told him. "Just relax and let momma take care of everything. I'm going to jerk you off and blow you and then you're going to fuck me."
She finally mustered the courage to grab hold of the dog's prick, sliding her thumb back and forth over the shiny brick-red surface. His prick was like a branch from a gnarled old tree, bent at the base and then sticking outward to end in what was practically a point.
She held the big organ in her hands and then rolled it back and forth between her palms. It felt hard and solid and muscular, just as she had expected it would. The dog was being much quieter now, laying there with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, enjoying her attentions.
Marion removed one hand from the dog's prick and used it to scratch his chest and stomach. Her other hand remained rooted to his cock, sliding up and down on it like she was milking a cow. But milk wouldn't do for Marion. She wanted nothing but a handful of rich bubbling cream.
The dog began to writhe around on the bed, loving her every stroke as he panted aloud jerking his body back and forth in time with the strokes of his loving mistress. Marion figured that it wouldn't take him too long to come.
This was very different from fooling around with a horse, she decided. Gus was a wild animal too, but he was not a huge beast like Jack. She could more or less manage him as long as she kept him happy. And once she started fucking him she knew she wouldn't have to worry about his cock being too large or thick for her cunt to swallow.
She squeezed his prick with her long fingers and began to milk it slowly, knowing that he was ready to come. She could feel the blood coursing through his thick member and then he began to roll around on the bed so that she could hardly hold on to his powerful body.
He came immediately, spurting a geyser of come up into the air. The sticky stuff got all over Marion's hands and some of it spattered onto her flushed face. She wiped her hands on the sheet and continued to rub the dog's belly, thinking that it was time to go on to bigger and better things.
The dog remained on his back thinking that his mistress would jerk him off again. In his limited consciousness one thing was clear. He had been stimulated and satisfied by the nice smelling woman and she seemed to want to make him happy again. All he had to do was lay there and bide his time until she decided to do just that.
Marion figured that she might as well blow the dog before having him fuck her. Dogs could come again and again, at least her pets always had. They could spend the whole day together without him getting tired, so she might as well pull out all stops and have a ball.
She lowered her head down to his crotch and inhaled deeply, loving the strong doggy odor. Then she protruded her tongue slightly and gave him a quick lick on the balls, thrilling to the way the hairs tickled her tongue. Yes, it was going to be a pleasure to suck him off.
She stuffed his hairy balls into her mouth and dangled them gently, knowing that it would make little impression on her lover one way or the other. All he wanted was to have his prick stimulated, but he would simply have to wait until she was done playing with his balls.
She continued to suck his balls for a few seconds and then Gus began to growl at her. Marion decided to get right down to business. There was no point alienating the dog at this point. He looked too strong to fool around with and she didn't want to have a fight with him.
She then licked at his cock gently, trying to see if that would turn him on. He didn't seem to notice it particularly but soon his prick was standing straight up again banging against her lips. There was nothing to do but take the big throbbing organ into her mouth.
She parted her lips slightly and let the red wand glide into her mouth. His prick was only about five inches long but it was quite thick and harder than anything she had ever serviced before. He tried to push it further into her mouth but was prevented by his constraining position.
Marion blew the dog as if he were a man, using every stroke she had ever learned. It was fun to suck him all the way into her mouth and feel his prick banging into her throat. He was so small that she could manage him easily, in contrast to the horse she had serviced the day before.
She spit out his prick for a few seconds and then started to shoot her tongue out of her mouth. It was fun to aim at the easily visible target and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as when she would bury it in her mouth. Yes, it was easy to please her canine lover. All she had to do was keep licking and sucking at his iron-hard cock.
Marion soon popped the big thing back between her lips and sucked at it with pure passion. Her lips slid down the hairy pole until they were resting on his midsection. It was fun to take his hairs into her mouth as if she wanted to suck his whole midsection into her hungry mouth.
She began to bob her head up and down onto the heavy rod, as if she were a machine. The dog turned his head down, trying to watch her, not really knowing what she was doing to his body. But he held still and never tried to stop her from sucking his big dick.
It was hot in the room and Marion began to wish that she had opened one of the windows. A dog's body temperature is about five degrees more than that of a human and she was soon sweating from having her head on top of his mid-section. But it was a small price to pay for the pleasure of again being with a very passionate animal.
Then she knew he was going to come. His prick had gotten harder and redder until it looked like it was bleeding as it slid out of her mouth. She stuffed it in and held it buried in her throat, waiting for the storm to break, waiting for her hard earned shot of sperm.
The dog rolled around on the bed and then shot his wad right between her lips. It came out with surprising force, as if his prick were a hose but she swallowed it with no difficulty. It was warm and salty and altogether delicious as it slid easily down her throat.
Now Marion knew exactly what she wanted to do. Any dog loved hot smelly things and this passionate animal was not likely to be an exception.
She lay back on the bed and pulled her nightgown up over her head. The dog began to nose around in her crotch, delighted at the salty residue of juice, He poked his cold nose onto her labia and Marion, had her hands full trying not to leap off the bed in surprise.
But the intelligent dog caught on quickly and began to lick at her hairy blonde bush. He covered her loins in a film of thick saliva and then discovered where the smell was really coming from. He rooted in her crotch and soon was able to get his tongue into her.
First he drew the thick lingual organ over her labia, drinking in her pussy juice like it was heavy cream. He worked slowly and carefully for an animal, taking his time and evidently having every bit as much fun as his mistress, who was going crazy from the unrelenting stimulation.
Gus's tongue must have been a foot long, she figured, hardly able to wait for him to slip it into her vulva. He worked her labia over for a few minutes longer and then discovered the woman's clitoris, another perfect target for his long thick probing tongue. Marion thought that she was going out of her mind with pure lust.
Gus began to lick her clitoris gently but soon she could feel his tongue giving way to his teeth. He could not stay away from the fragrant little button and she was soon afraid that he would nip it right off her body. He was a good lover, but a little careless.
Gus continued to eat the woman's clitoris, thrilling to the taste of her cunt juices. Then he started to move his tongue in and out of her gaping vulva, finding that the wet cavity was "even tastier than the rest of her body. At that point Marion had a sudden inspiration and drew his head away from her hungry dripping cunt.
"Lick my tits," she told her lover, as if he could understand her words. "Hurry up and do it."
She had to push the dog's head into position but she soon showed him what to do. Gus licked at her tits until her nipples were hard and red and puckered. Then he began to bite the broad pink pads and Marion decided that it was safer to have him eating out her pussy.
"That's it, Gus," she told him. "Keep sticking that big tongue into me and I'll cream all over you. I'm going to come in a minute."
The dog shoved his tongue into her as far as it would go. Then she could feel his tongue licking at her uterus a place that usually could be reached only by the largest male organ.
By this point she was out of her mind with lust. He was turning her on even better than the horse had done, which kind of figured in in a way. There was no fear in her heart and in any case, dogs were simply more intelligent and more human in the way they did things. The man's best friend was also pretty good for a woman too!
The dog started shooting his tongue in and out of her pussy with real passion as if he knew he was going to make her come eventually. Marion felt her legs and arms beginning to stiffen compulsively, a sure sign that she was almost there, almost ready to shoot her long pent load.
She felt her cunt contract around his long thick tongue and knew her time had come. Her cunt started to spew forth its bubbling juices, spraying them all over the dog's hairy face. Gus continued to lick her out all the while, delighted with the taste of her come.
He cleaned the come off her cunt and thighs and then licked his face till he could taste it no more. Marion lay on the bed totally exhausted. It had been one of the strongest orgasms she had ever felt, wracking her whole body so that she could now hardly move.
"I'm not going to fuck you this time," she told him. "I'm all sore from Jack and then that bastard Jim had to come home and make it even worse. We can fuck tomorrow. But I'll bet you want me to blow you again don't you? Come on, speak up, let me hear your answer."
The dog did not know exactly what she wanted but was intelligent enough to let out a long ferocious howl. Marion laughed at his responsiveness and then rolled the docile beast over onto his back. She could hardly wait for him to fill her hungry mouth with his warm thick come.
Marion held the dog down and began to move her tongue around his limp prick. In a matter of seconds the big thing had sprung up again bright and red as ever. She sucked it between her lips and into her mouth and started to bob her head up and down on it immediately.
It was strange, but animals were completely different from men in one important regard, she discovered. Man comes slower each time, but a dog actually seems to speed up after he's shot a few times. At least that was the way it was working out with her new canine lover.
She took his prick into the back of her throat and sucked at it with passion, feeling a few drops of come leaking into her mouth already. A few more strokes of her talented tongue and he would be ready. She closed her eyes and began to blow him with all her skill and competence.
The dog writhed around on the bed for a few seconds and then began to arch his back so that his cock would go even deeper into his mistress's clinging mouth. Soon he was ready to come. He shoved it in one last time and gave her a second shot of his warm fuck juices. This time Marion was all ready for him, waiting to swallow his come.
She held the bunched and spurting organ in her mouth, biting it so that he would not be able to withdraw until she had finished downing his come. She got it all down this time and felt it all the way into her stomach.
It was so thick that she almost gagged.
"That's all for now, doggy," she told him. "I've got to feed you and then fix my own supper."
The dog jumped off the bed and started to frisk around the floor. His dick was still hard as a rock and Marion hoped that it would wilt before Jim got home.
"Come on," she announced. "Let's go down and have a bowl of dogfood. You've been so very good that you deserve a steak, but I don't have one for you."
She walked down to the kitchen, pulling an old robe over her body. Soon the dog was happily gobbling down his food, replenishing himself after his sexual exertions. Marion found that she herself was tired and stimulated at the same time. Gus was a demanding lover but he gave her a new life and a totally delightful vitality.
She turned to her kitchen task again trying to reward her husband with an especially good dinner. It was hard not to laugh at what she was doing behind his back, but she could rationalize it easily enough. After all, it was keeping her from running off with another man.
Jim came home an hour later to find his supper waiting for him on the table. Marion had prepared a lovely spread, complete with cocktails and candlelight. He could not help but think how wise he had been to fuck her so well and buy her a dog to keep her company.
They ate supper together and then returned with the dog into the living room. Marion found that it was easy to be affectionate with her husband and now that she did not have to rely on him for her sexual gratification, they spent several hours together playing with the dog.
"Hey, let's go up to bed and fuck," Jim suggested.
Why not, Marion thought to herself. It's not going to hurt me any and it's the least I can do for him. She nodded her assent and followed her husband up the stairs, locking the dog out in the hall. No, it wouldn't pay to take any chances now that she had set things up so well.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Gee, will you listen to that dog," Jim remarked. "It sounds like you broke his heart locking him out."
"Well, don't let him in anyway," Marion replied. "He's got to learn he can't have everything his way."
"I didn't think you'd be such a disciplinarian," Jim answered. "You're really tough with him."
Marion had to make an effort to avoid laughing. Jim was a perfect fool and would obviously never suspect a thing. Never had his world seemed so far off from her own. Well, that was all for the best, since she would never have to worry about his suspicions.
She began to take off her clothes and Jim soon followed suit. Once naked, he took his wife in his arms and kissed her with passion. Marion found that she was indeed turned on by his attentions; not too strongly, but undeniably nonetheless. She might as well go through with it all.
They retired to bed, where Jim immediately took off where he had left off. He was determined to revitalize their sex life, not knowing how hopeless his cause really was. Now that Marion had discovered her true desires, he did not have a chance of winning her back.
He let his hands wander down to Marion's tits as he kissed her, thrilling to their soft ripe firmness. Yes, she was a beautiful desirable woman, he thought, a perfect little sex machine. He would give her such a good fucking that she would come all over the room.
Marion lay back and allowed him to caress her at his leisure. She felt his hands travelling down her body, stopping at her hips and midsection. Jim was not a bad lover but she still had trouble getting turned on to him. Maybe she would suggest some variation to their usual routine, something that would enliven her passion.
Jim swung himself down to the foot of the bed and wasted no time going directly for his wife's cunt. He used two fingers to explore her vulva, slipping them in together to turn her on. Then he decided to eat her pussy, knowing that it was something that never failed.
He parted her legs with his strong hands and then his tongue stimulating her labia and clitoris. Marion found the sensation pleasant enough, but it didn't turn the trick. She would let him go on for a while and then drop her bomb on him, hoping for the best.
Jim continued to work on his wife's pussy. He licked every available inch of the delicious membranes and then removed his head from between her legs. His prick was hard as a bar of iron and he was all ready to go. He leaned over his wife and kissed her once again, before starting.
"Listen honey," she told him. "I think I'm getting my period. I feel all dry and tight."
"That's great," Jim answered, trying to repress his disappointment. "What are we going to do now? Do you want to blow me or just forget the whole thing?"
"Don't be silly," Marion answered calmly. "We don't have to settle for just that."
"Why?" Jim asked, his curiosity aroused. "What else are we going to do?"
"Why don't you fuck me up the ass?" Marion suggested. "We've never done that before."
It took several minutes for her suggestion to get through Jim's head. He had never done that to a woman, although he could remember discussing it with his wife a year or two previously. She had had that experience, although at the time it had frightened rather than interested him.
"Well, we could do it that way," he answered hesitantly. "Are you sure it won't hurt you?"
"I don't care if it hurts a little," Marion replied hesitantly. "It's something we really ought to do. I mean you don't think there's anything perverse about it, do you?"
It was a thinly veiled challenge that Jim could not refuse to meet. He told his wife to turn over and get down on all fours. He would show her that he was an accomodating lover, unafraid of the novel and unique. Their sex life would be truly revitalized.
Marion got into the required position, delighted at her foresight. It had been years since she had taken it up the ass, but that wasn't the real reason for her suggestion. It was just that anal sex was so different that it would not remind her of what she done that day with her dog.
Jim looked at his wife and decided that she was particularly attractive in the new position. Her buttocks were' neatly spread and he could see her little pink bunghole winking open before his eyes. Well, it would be fun to shove his big thing into her defenseless hole.
He took prick in hand and wasted no time in getting down behind her. Taking his time, he held her buttocks apart with strong hands and forced the tip of his prick into the opening.
"You're sure this isn't hurting you?" he asked quietly. "I want you to tell me to stop if it hurts."
"Don't worry about it," Marion answered shortly. "I think I'm old enough to handle it."
Jim did not like the tone of his wife's answer but was too worked up to chastise her for it. He leaned his weight forward and watched with delight as his prick slid slowly into the tight little orifice. Yes, anal sex was something that would become a regular part of their lovemaking in the future, as far as he was concerned.
"That's it," she moaned to him. "Keep shoving it in. I want you to come in my asshole."
Jim needed no encouragement. Once inside that hole, he found that he was ready to come on the spot. But that would never do. He had to make it last as long as possible, for his own satisfaction as well as that of his passionate unpredictable wife.
Soon his rigid prick was buried to the hilt in Marion's tight asshole. He could feel her labia wetting his balls and her soft buttocks pressing against his midsection. Her asshole seemed to have its own natural lubrication and he knew he was not hurting her at all.
Marion too was beginning to enjoy her bout of sex, the first time she had liked fucking her husband in months. It was nice to take it up the ass again after so long. She leaned her weight back crushing her body against his and forcing his cock in all the deeper into her asshole.
She extended her hand down and started to play with her pussy, trying to stimulate herself to orgasm. Jim was fucking her all too timidly and she had to do something to increase her pleasure. Maybe when he saw her he would get down to work and fuck her properly.
He kept fucking knowing that his orgasm was only seconds away. His cock was throbbing wildly and the unfamiliarity of the new way of making love had turned him on as he had not been turned on in ages. There was no way that he could hold it back for as much as another second.
He shoved his prick in for the last time and then felt his balls exploding. The come rocketed up and formed at the tip of his cock. Then it sprayed out into her asshole, soothing Marion's aching tissues. She took his come gladly but found that she simply could not come from the way he had fucked her.
"That was so nice," she said. "I really liked the way you did that. You were so strong."
"It really didn't hurt you?" Jim asked dubiously. "I thought I would tear you to pieces."
"Not at all," she answered. "But I'm kind of tired now. Let's call it a night and go to sleep."
He took the hint and turned off the light. In a few minutes he was fast asleep but Marion found that she could not relax. So much had been happening to her that she just had to think things over. In the morning it would be too late to think about things objectively.
Well, it was easy to find a place to start. She had her first experience with bestiality at the age of twelve, just when she was undergoing puberty. It was something she hadn't thought about for years, but now it was happening all over again.
Balto had been a birthday present, exactly ten years younger than she. Her father had bought Marion the dog, thinking that it would enliven her. She had few friends at that time and he thought she could use the companionship.
At first she had not cared for the dog, thinking that she was too old to play with animals. What she really wanted was a boy friend, but that was out of the question. Her parents were overly protective and would not let her date until she was fifteen.
In any case, she had become used to the dog and was glad to have him. Balto was a large friendly dog, with a fiery and responsive personality. They would while away the afternoons together, either on long walks or wrestling and sleeping together on her bed.
One day she had forgotten all about the dog. He was sleeping down in the kitchen which was just as well, as far as Marion was concerned. She had gone to her room, knowing that her family was out. She was bored but realized that she would have to find a way to amuse herself now that she had been left to her own devices.
Marion had decided that it was time for her to explore her own young budding body. Over the last six months her breasts had begun to develop and she had experienced her first period. She was intently conscious of her own body and wanted to learn more about the strange sensations she had been feeling.
She had gone to the bathroom and found a jar of vaseline, something that would simplify her explorations. She took the jar back into the bedroom, intent on exploring her little pussy. Many nights she had awakened with her hands probing at the spot and this time she would do it consciously to see what it was all about.
She took off all her clothes and examined her body in the mirror, delighted at the sight of her budding femininity. Yes, she was becoming beautiful now. It was time for her to learn how to be an adult woman.
The young girl sat on her bed with the door open. She needed privacy but didn't want to be all alone. What she was about to do frightened Marion at the same time that it stimulated her. She knew that if she kept the door closed she would be even more worried and distraught.
She sat cross-legged on the bed and wasted no time dipping her finger into the jar. Then she took some of the slippery stuff and moved her finger into the area of her newly-haired cunt. Two seconds later she had begun her masturbation.
It felt good to work her little fingers into the virginal hole. She felt warm and cold at the same time as she slid her greased digits into the honey pot. She was too tight to do much, but it didn't matter since anything was more than she had done before.
Soon she was able to slip her finger in to the knuckle. She was so tight inside that she couldn't do much, but still enjoyed her first penetration. It was nice to sit there and think that she was being fucked by one of the rock singers who peopled her fantasies.
Then she heard a scratching on the stairway and realized that Balto was coming up to join her. At first she wanted to shut the door but then realized that there was no reason to do so. Balto understood her. He was a good dog and wouldn't think of disobeying. Besides it had always been fun to play with him.
"Come on in, stupid," she called. "I guess you'll have to be my lover, since nobody else wants me."
In her innocence and loneliness Marion could think of no one she would rather be with than her dog. She invited him onto the bed and the agile beast was quick to leap up and park his hundred and twenty pounds beside her. He was delighted at the unfamiliar smells that were beginning to fill the small airless room.
"Come on Balto," she urged. "I know you want to do it. Come here and fuck me."
She spread her thin legs and waited for the dog. Balto started to sniff her pussy and then realized what he had to do. It would be great to stick his long red tongue into the fuckbox, as he had always wanted to do.
He pulled his head in between the girl's legs and immediately began to lick at her thighs and crotch. His tongue was warm and sticky, just as she knew it would be. Marion closed her eyes and lay back on the mattress, abandoning herself to her canine lover.
Balto soon found the target he had been seeking. He stuck out his long tongue and started to work it into her well lubricated vulva. Marion sighed aloud realizing that she had done the right thing. This was a million times better than doing it herself and she wanted him to continue until something happened.
The dog was more than happy to oblige his little mistress. He had always liked to sniff around her cunt when they would wrestle together, but this was something else. His own prick began to stand up proud and red as he continued to explore his mistress' hole.
His long tongue lingered first at the little girl's clitoris, twirling around and around the tiny pink flap of flesh. Soon Marion found that she was sweating profusely. The windows were closed and the shades down, which made the place jungle-like.
She thought that she was doing something forbidden, something of which her parents would not approve. But that was all the better, for it added yet another pleasurable element to the scene. After all, it was their fault for not letting her out with boys.
Balto, by this time, had lowered himself so that he was laying flat on the mattress. Marion had her fingers twined in his hair and was holding his head down so that he could not pull back an inch. Something was starting to happen to her body, something that had never happened before, even while masturbating alone.
The dog kept licking at her cunt until the impatient girl tried to force his tongue into her vulva. He caught on quickly and started to probe at the sweet hole, using long strokes of his agile tongue. It was as if he really knew how to turn her on.
Marion had a great deal of trouble trying to sort out all the new sensations that were wracking her body. It was painful and pleasant at the same time, something she had never experienced before. The girl was totally ignorant of the way of sex, owing to her complete inexperience. She held the dog by the ears, stroking him gently as he continued to explore her hungry pussy. Marion had made out at parties with boys but had never gone further than mutual groping. She could tell already that this was much better, the very thing she had longed for.
"That's it," she told her canine lover. "I love the way you do that to me. Please, keep it up."
Balto, of course, needed no such encouragement. He shoved his tongue in as far as it would go, exploring every available inch. As he was eating he began to hump the blanket frantically trying to get his rocks off.
"Come on Balto," she urged him, "stop moving around like that. You're driving me crazy."
But Balto continued his assault on her pussy, not to be satisfied for another few minutes. Marion felt all sorts of strange things happening to her. It was the weirdest thing she had ever experienced, but now she was sure that she liked it. It would be nice to go on for hours like this, laying back and letting her dog eat her out.
Then she knew that something completely new was happening to her. Her limbs began to stiffen compulsively as if she had a charley horse in her legs. Her cunt was getting wetter by the moment and the pressure was beginning to mount to a climax, due in a matter of seconds.
She felt her pussy beginning to clamp down on the tongue. She gathered her strength and then felt her cunt letting loose a veritable ocean of come. The sticky stuff rocketed out of her tight hole and her canine lover drank it down greedily.
Only when he had downed the last drop of her come did Balto stop licking his mistress' cunt. He pulled his head back and lay beside her waiting for her to come to tell him what to do next. It was by far the best and most exciting thing they had ever done together.
"Oh, look at you," Marion cried. "Your little thing is all hard and red. What am I going to do about it?"
Balto barked and rolled over on his back as if he could understand. He was indeed in a full state of erection, something that Marion had seen before. Everyone had made a big fuss about a previous erection but at the time she had failed to understand.
"I guess you have an erection," she announced innocently, thinking about the sex manual she had once examined. "I'm going to have to make you happy now, I suppose."
So saying, she began to rub at the dog's chest and stomach. Balto whined softly and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. It was as strange to him as to his young mistress' but he trusted her implicitly. After all, they had been having such a good time that he knew that she had nothing in mind but to bring him pleasure.
Marion was afraid to touch the dog's prick at first. It was red and hard and altogether frightening as if she had been hurting him by turning him on so. His balls were much softer and more familiar looking, so she concentrated on the hairy globes for the time being.
It felt nice to squeeze them in her hands. They were soft and stringy, as if there were all sorts of goodies inside the sack. She handled and fondled the soft globes for a few minutes, noticing that the dog was beginning to get frustrated and angry.
"All right Balt," she told him. "I know what you want me to do. Just hold still for a minute."
So saying, she took his prick in her hands, rubbing it between her palms. It was hard but no longer frightening. She rubbed letting her fingers touch the wide open tip. Yes, it had been a good idea to invite him into the bedroom, she thought.
"Just lay there, Balto," she commanded her pet. "I don't want you clawing at me like you always do. Relax or I won't do it anymore."
Balto could not understand his mistress' words but knew that she was displeased with him. He whined piteously and. then held still.
She began to use both hands on his prick, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft in a way that was calculated to drive him wild.
Marion was delighted with her ability to turn the dog on. She felt like an adult completely in control of the situation. She rubbed his prick gently at first, but soon stepped up the pace, wanting to bring him to orgasm.
Soon enough she was granted her wish. The dog's cock got ever more rigid until it was purple in color. She squeezed it hard, letting her nails dig into the surface. It didn't bother the dog as if he were impervious to pain.
Then he surprised Marion. He reared back and spewed come all over her hands. It was the most amazing thing, just like a geyser. The sticky come got all over her hands and body. Some of it shot up into her face and she was able to taste it.
"That was nice, wasn't it Balto?" she inquired eagerly. "I know you liked it, so I'll do it again."
But Marion realized that it was silly to repeat her first experience. Her parents would be home in an hour and she wanted to go on to bigger and better things. She decided there was one thing she had to do.
She knew from reading her sex manual that she was not ready to fuck yet. That would be too much the first time. On the other hand, there was no reason at all why she couldn't do to Balto exactly what he had done to her. It would be fun to take his cock into her mouth.
Balto rolled over and lay with his paws flailing the air. Once again Marion cautioned her pet to behave himself, to relax if he wanted her to continue. The intelligent beast obeyed her immediately. His prick was hard as a rock and ready.
He looked at her and was surprised to see how intent she was on sucking his cock. Marion did feel that she was doing a strange and forbidden act, but that was not enough to hinder her. Now that she had started she was obliged to continue until the end.
But it took several minutes for her to gather the courage to take the red stick into her mouth. It looked dirty and smelled of the come. Still, it wasn't all that bad. All she had to do was calm down and make up her mind that she wanted to do it.
Soon she realized that she was wasting time. Marion began to rub Balto's cock determined to bring him to an erection. Then she would take the prick into her mouth and suck until he had filled her up with his come.
Marion got over her inhibitions rather quickly for a girl of only twelve. Once she had experienced her first orgasm, she was a total believer in sex. It had shocked and disoriented her at first, but now she knew how to handle it and was doing it in a spirit of experimentation.
To that effect, she swallowed the first three inches of Balto's red cock, taking it between her lips but taking care not to let it touch her tongue or the inner walls of her cheeks. She used just her teeth biting gently into the rigid organ.
Then she realized that she was only going halfway, not giving the dog what he had earned. She let her lips close around the organ and thrilled to the feel of the blood that coursed through. Yes, there was no reason on earth for her not to suck him off to completion.
A few seconds later she was going at it with enthusiasm. Her lips closed around the weapon and she let her tongue brush against its shaft. Soon she discovered that she could take the full length of Balto's cock into her mouth and feel it banging against the entrance to her throat.
Marion discovered that sucking cock was wholly delightful. It didn't hurt at all and the big thing hardly had any taste. It was kind of hot to have her head buried in his hairy stomach, but that only made her feel more secure. And she felt like an adult, capable of turning a lover on and satisfying his deepest lusts.
Marion spit out the thick weapon for a second, intent on licking it like a candy stick. She protruded her long pink tongue and started to work on it at the base. That seemed to have the same effect on Balto as sucking it, and it made it a lot easier for her to breathe.
She let her tongue wander all over the red surface and then tried to force it into the hole at the tip. That made Balto uneasy and she decided not to treat him that way anymore so she plunged his prick back into her mouth, determined to suck him off until her mouth was full of come.
Now she was able to try out all sorts of different strokes, to see which ones turned her doggie on the most. Sometimes she would lick with her tongue so gently that he could hardly feel the pressure. Afterward she would suck his cock into her mouth greedily and bite it until the dog howled and whined for merciful release.
Marion soon discovered that the dog was not completely insensitive to pain. She sucked at his prick, trying to keep her teeth from biting. It felt nice to have it hammering in her mouth, the blood coursing through it as if her lover were ready to explode in her mouth.
It did not actually take much longer for the dog to shoot his load, but in the interim Marion managed to complete her education in oral sex. The one thing she was sure of was her own liking for sucking cock. In a way it was actually more fun than having the dog eat out her own genitalia.
She took the big thing into her mouth and held it against the back of her throat. She could feel Balto's muscles contracting and hear him beginning to pant wildly. Yes, it was just like the last time. A few more strokes and she would at last have the object of her desires.
Then the prick leaped into her throat, causing her to gag and choke. She couldn't spit it out and tried to breathe through her nose as the fluid filled her mouth beyond capacity. The stuff was strong and salty but she didn't mind the taste.
She gulped down as much of the fluid as she could, but then it began to back up on her, pouring out of her mouth. As the dog's prick was still spurting, the rest of the goo splattered over her pretty face, blinding her.
Marion took it like a good sport, however. She was delighted at the supply and rubbed his belly happily as she wiped the come off her face. It took minutes to clean up and then she realized that her parents would soon be home.
It was a shame but she would have to desist for the time being. She dressed quickly and sent Balto into the yard to play. It wouldn't be good to have him around when her parents returned, she decided. There was no telling what the animal would do. No, she would face the folks alone.
She then decided not to tell her parents anything about the whole event. They wouldn't understand and they'd probably get rid of the animal. This was her secret and she was old enough to keep it.
Her parents, when they arrived home, treated her like nothing at all had occurred in their absence. That was the signal to Marion to continue their activities whenever her parents were out of the house. Now she thought back on all the good times she had had with her first dog.
They had confined their activities to manual and oral sex for the first year, but then Marion wanted the dog to fuck her. So she lost her virginity to a canine lover and that fact alone had colored her entire future life.
Now that she thought of it, it was amazing that she had married Jim in the first place. He was the least animalistic man she had ever met, so she must have been doing it to hide from her true desires. Well, now things were different. She could no longer hide from the truth.
But what was she going to do about it? For one thing, it was unfair to Jim to pretend to be satisfied with him when she was conducting affairs of bestiality behind his back. On the other she could not be sure that what she was doing was right or good for her.
Eventually she would have to make decisions, between human and animal lovemaking. Somehow she could not reconcile the two. But it was impossible to decide anything now that her mind was in such a state. No, she would have to stay with Jim for a while and continue to deceive him. She would also continue her sexual explorations with horse and dog, trying to get to the bottom of her mysterious sexuality. Then and only then would she be able to make a properly informed decision.
She closed her eyes and finally managed to drift off to sleep. It was four in the morning and the sun was practically ready to rise. Three hours sleep and she would have to get up and make breakfast for the man who slept so innocently at her side.
Besides, she would need all her energy for the next day. She would go riding in the morning and return home to spend the afternoon with Gus. It looked like it was going to be one fine day.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marion got up early and made breakfast for her husband, anxious to get him out of the house. She had a long day and was glad to see him into his car and away. Now she would be rid of him for the rest of the day.
She ate her breakfast and then dressed in her riding habit. She was still sleepy but knew that she would wake up as soon as she got some fresh air. And the thought of being with Jack again was enough to get her juices flowing before she was fully awake.
She got into her car and headed for the stables. It was early and the road was clear, so she was able to drive as fast as she enjoyed. She tore the car around the varied curves in a holiday mood with no concern for her safety.
Suddenly she saw something in the road ahead and put on the brakes as quick as she could. It was a large orange cat sitting in the middle of the road seeming without a care in the world. It was lucky she had seen it soon enough or she would have run over the stupid animal. That would have been an awful start to the morning.
Marion pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out to get a look at the cat. She picked it up under the stomach and saw that the cat was neither injured nor afraid. She wondered where the cat had come from or if the poor thing even had a home.
He was a large male, about three years old as well as she. could estimate. He was a handsome animal, a real mutt with long shaggy hair that seemed to grow without a pattern. Marion was attracted to the animal's green eyes and lithe little body.
"You poor thing," she crooned, "you're all filthy. It looks like you've got no home, do you?"
The cat purred and rubbed his back against her side. Most cats, Marion recollected, are distrusting of strangers, but this one seemed as friendly as an old friend. She just couldn't abandon it after saving its life, but how could she take it home with Gus already in residence?
Well, Gus would have to get used to the cat, whom she immediately named Chestnut. She got a better look at the animal and discovered that she was sexually attracted. It was a shocking discovery but Marion soon adjusted without difficulty.
What the hell, she chided herself. I can't fight it anymore. I have this attraction to animals and there's nothing to do but give in. I might as well make it with this one, if there's any way.
The big orange alley cat continued to rub up against her side. Then he began to butt his huge head against her breasts. It turned her on completely, to the point where she forgot all about the stables. "Poor little pussy," she crooned. "Do you know what I want from you? No? Well, let me show you."
She ran her hands down the cat's back and then back up again, mussing his thick fur. She continued to pet and fondle the warm sleepy beast until she had gained his confidence. Now she would be able to go to work without worrying about being scratched for her efforts.
She slid her hand under the cat's stomach and began to stroke his underside. Soon she was able to move her hand closer and closer to his prick and balls. He seemed a bit uncomfortable but soon accustomed himself to her skilled caresses.
She was delighted at the ease of her conquest. So far so good, she thought. All I've got to do is jerk him off once and he'll do anything I want. It's going to be the first time I've ever done it with a cat, but that only means I hadn't the opportunity before.
She used her other hand to tickle the cat's backside, finally gathering the courage to stroke his balls. Chestnut's little balls were soft and hairy and altogether delightful. Marion flicked them back and forth with her fingers and was tempted to pop them into her mouth.
But that would have been going too far with her new feline lover. Cat's hate water and this one was bound to get upset if she got him the least bit wet. No, that would have to wait until after he trusted her.
She relinquished her new lover's balls with great reluctance, only to go to work on his cock. It was hard to find the tiny thing but she finally located it under a lump of matted hair on his underside. Then she was able to try her luck at turning Chestnut on.
The cat rolled over so that he was laying on his side, his back propped up against the back of the seat. He lifted his upper hind leg so that his crotch was exposed. Marion knew that the cat knew exactly what she wanted. Her affinity to animals was often as frightening as it was gratifying.
Now the animal began to get an erection, the cutest little hard-on Marion had ever seen. It popped up red and hard from a sheath of silky hair and it couldn't have been more than three quarters of an inch long. It was certainly the smallest thing she had ever serviced.
She held the little erection between thumb and forefinger and started to stroke gently knowing that the cat was still skittish about being touched. Still, Chestnut was being very good about it, holding his ground and not whining or mewing.
Marion was delighted at her new sexual experiment. There was something incredibly sensuous and unknowable about a cat and it was going to be great to have one for a lover. She didn't see how she could be satisfied by Chestnut but figured she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
The little erection was hard as a rock and she loved the pink color of its shiny surface. Once again Marion was tempted to put the little thing into her greedy mouth, but stopped herself before going that far. It would all come in good time, she well knew.
She ran her finger up and down his hard-on, determined to make him come. It felt humiliating to be making it with a cat but she knew that feeling would pass. It was a part of herself that she could no longer deny, so she submitted to it with esprit.
Chestnut began to roll on the back seat drawing his body into all sorts of contractions. But he always kept his prick fully available and exposed so that she never missed a stroke. She didn't know but felt that the cat would come in a matter of seconds.
She held onto the base of the hard-on and then felt something travelling through the shaft. Two seconds later her fingers were bathed in an ample flow of hot cat come. It felt thicker than any semen she had ever felt, but otherwise was nothing out of the ordinary.
"That was nice," she told the cat. "You're really a very virile little lover. Now, I'm going to blow you."
The cat looked at her without comprehension but seemed more than happy to abandon himself to her caresses. He seemed half-asleep, his eyes barely open and his fur all soft and matted. Yes, he was ready now.
He arched his back and shoved his tiny pelvis forward, as if he wanted to be jerked off again. Marion smiled down at him and rubbed his stomach, wondering if she dared to begin. Then she decided that she had to hurry. It was getting late and she wanted to see her horse before the evening drew to a close.
She lowered her head and started to lick at his cock. It was hard going for the cat shrank away from her every time her head came into contact with his hair. Each little hair was like an exposed nerve cell and she couldn't figure out a way to calm him down.
Eventually Marion decided to settle the issue by main force. She lowered her head further and protruded her tongue so that it came down onto his exposed prick. Chestnut did not move and she was able to start experimenting with different ways of giving him a blow-job.
She used her tongue, licking at the trigger until it was hard and red. That seemed to turn him on well enough and she gathered the courage to suck the thing between her lips. Now that it was hard she could do anything to him.
He continued lying on the seat and enjoying her ministrations. He couldn't figure out what was happening to him. It was like mounting a female, he thought, but also different. Somehow it just didn't matter enough to worry his cat's mind about.
At last the erection was between her lips and she was able to service it. It disappeared into her mouth, but she did not care. It felt good to be turning on this delightful little creature. It was every bit as good as making it with Gus or Jack.
It was so easy to hold the little thing between her teeth and lick at it. Her lips were pressed against his hairy midsection but he no longer seemed to mind the wetness of her tongue. No, Marion could tell that he was hot and ready again.
He lay still letting her try out all her tricks on his little prick. She licked and sucked and even bit at the tiny thing, using every possible combination she could devise. It was hard to tell what was doing him the most good but she kept up her good work.
The little thing grew in her mouth and she knew that he would soon come. Before that, she wanted to show him as good a time as possible. She sucked his prick again and buried it in her tongue, wrapping the agile organ around the hard little red stick.
Chestnut seemed to go tight at that point. He moved his hips forward as if her mouth were not deep enough for his tiny weapon and then thrust in for the last time. Marion felt the come shooting and drank it greedily. She had done her work so well and was now being rewarded in the best way she could.
He came a lot more than she expected but it was easy for her to gulp it all down. It was strong stuff and she had to resist the temptation to spit. But that would have been unfair to her feline lover so down it went.
Now it was time for her to see just what the cat could do to turn her on. Marion got out of the car and looked around for a place where they could make love privately. The back of the car was just too small for her. Besides, it was always nicer to do it al fresco.
She left the car door open and was delighted when the cat leaped out after her. Yes, the dear little fellow did love her, he wanted to stay with her. Now she would have to take him home with her. There was no way she could abandon him now that they had become lovers.
Fortunately, she had stopped at a rather deserted spot. The cat followed her closely, rubbing against her ankles as he followed. He was purring as if he knew what was going to happen and was delighted.
Soon she discovered the perfect spot for the tryst. It was a small copse, a little glade surrounded by foliage. The bushes would hide them even if someone should chance by. Now she could go through with her plans and try to see if there was some way the cat could stimulate her sexually.
Marion walked into the center of the clearing and wasted no time getting out of her clothing. It was cold and clear and she found that there were goosebumps all over her. Still, it would take more than a little cold to hold her back at this point.
She was naked and then knew exactly what she wanted Sir Cat to do. He seemed so friendly and devoted that he wouldn't be likely to refuse her request. There was something very human about Chestnut, as if he could understand everything she was thinking.
Marion decided that it was often that way with them. In many ways they were incredibly stupid, which they could hide behind a screen of indifference. But he was different. He responded to her every gesture and seemed to be more physical than most cats.
Marion had never owned a cat and therefore found Chestnut more exciting than Gus. He was so mysterious and unpredictable, as if he had some kind of a mind of his own and was doing her a favor by consorting with her. It would take some time for them to come to a better understanding.
"Now Chestnut," she said, "I'm going to lay on the ground. I want you to use your tongue on my pussy."
The cat looked at her and seemed to be thinking over her proposition. He watched with interest as she reclined on the grass, waiting to see just what it was all about.
She lay spread-eagled on the ground. The cat came over and began to brush his body between her thighs, working closer and closer to her loins. It was impossible but it was happening. She knew that he would soon do her bidding and go for her cunt.
The intelligent animal continued to torment his mistress by rubbing against her cunt. Sometimes he would turn around and jam himself against her legs so that only his tail would come into contact with her twat. That gave her the idea of forcing the long appendage into her body opening.
But that was not necessary for he soon did what she expected of him. He turned and sniffed her cunt, using his nose to explore the territory. Soon his little tongue shot out of his mouth and into her snatch.
She was amazed and gratified. Yes, the little angel was going to eat her. She could feel his sandpaper tongue licking away at the clitoris. It was somewhat painful but she knew that it would turn her on.
She did not have long to wait. It was hard to feel his attentions at first being so slight but the rasping was soon driving her crazy with its insistency. Yes I'm really going to get on with this creature. First a horse, then a dog and now this. It's too much.
His tongue was thin but long. It slid into her vulva and reached all the way to her uterus. She sighed knowing that it was no fluke. She would be able to celebrate her orgasm as a result of his exertions.
As for the cat, he knew exactly what was expected. Having grown up in the woods, he had no preconceived notion of how he was supposed to relate to humans. Thus, he had not developed a fear or distaste for the most intimate contact with people.
He had spent a life foraging around garbage dumps and trash cans. He had had some contact with people, who would admire his handsome coat and then try to catch him. Well, it would have taken a Hermes to catch Chestnut, healthy and quick as he was.
But it was different with Marion. This woman did not seem to want to capture but to play much in the manner of the few children he had met. She was showing him such a good time and he felt that he could stay with her without any problems. It had been a hard winter and he was ready to try living in a house.
He stuck his tongue into her cunt again, licking at the moistness. It was reminiscent of the aroma of the fish he so dearly loved, but a cat's sense of smell is so precise that there was no way, no way, he could confuse the two.
After all, one was pussy, one was fish.
Occasionally he would remove his tongue from Marion and worked it around her clit. It was fun to be able to make the huge human writhe on the ground just like a lady cat. Yes, he was having an unusually amusing time of it.
As for her, she was moving closer to her climax. Chestnut's tongue was as rough as an emery board and she loved that feeling. A few more strokes and she would be over the hill, spewing herself all over his handsome feline head.
She felt her limbs stiffen and knew that she couldn't hold out any longer. It was great to have the beast pressed between her legs while she came, but as her cunt honey surged forward he pulled himself away, sensing the imminence of the great flood.
She had to come without a tongue inside her, but that did not deter the woman for a second. She shot her prodigious load and then looked down at the cat who was rubbing his side against her thighs. He had a satisfied look on his handsome face.
"That was nice," she said. "You're really quite a little lover. Maybe we'll do that again."
But she was not really satisfied with repeats. Now that they had satisfied each other orally she wanted to go all the way. Nothing was going to satisfy her but having the beast come inside her cunt.
"Now listen," she said. "We've got to do one more thing. But I don't want you to worry about it. We're going to fuck and I know it'll work out well."
The only problem was finding a way for the cat to fuck her. His prick had remained erect so that there would be no problem turning him on, but she had to figure out a way for him to get into the proper position. The disparity in their sizes made it seem almost impossible.
Marion thought if over for a few minutes and then decided that they might as well try to fuck in a human position. If that didn't work out they could always try something else. She lay back down and crooked her finger in invitation for the cat to get atop her body.
"Come on Chestnut," she urged. "I know you want me. Just climb on and sock it to me."
The cat seemed more than willing to oblige his new mistress. He walked over her stomach with his little padded feet and then got into position. He had to raise himself up and balance with his paws on her stomach until he had assumed the proper position. Now he was all ready to fuck.
Marion could feel him rubbing against her .pussy. It felt great almost as "good as being fucked. But it would never do to leave it like that, so she talked to the cat again: "That's doing it right, Chestnut, love," she crooned. "Just stick it into me. We'll have a dynamite time together."
He began to wiggle around until he was finally able to shove his tiny prick into her hole. At first she couldn't feel a thing since he had lubricated her so well with his tongue, but soon she could feel his prick hammering at the mouth of her vulva.
She suddenly remembered a peculiar anatomical feature of the cat. They have a barb on the end of their pricks, so it is said. It is very painful for the female cat to be fucked.
She soon discovered that the little barb was the only thing that enabled her to feel Chestnut's passionate thrusts. Otherwise his prick would assuredly have disappeared into her cavernous twat. It was a far cry from being fucked by a horse or even a dog but she knew she could get used to it.
"Go on," she told her lover. "It's really turning me on. I hope we come together this time. Sock it to me, baby, I'm almost ready."
Marion began to move her hips forward, trying to drag the cat's prick ever further into her cunt. She feared the cat might follow the prick, so distended had her cunt become. But that was something she was willing to tolerate in the cause.
Chestnut was enjoying himself more with each passing second. .He began to hump, moving like a human. His prick slid in and out and she began to feel that she might be bleeding internally. Things weren't turning out well.
But she began to be turned on by her lover's exertions. It felt great to be fucked like a little lady cat. There wasn't all that great an area of contact, but the very idea of it! In addition he was working on the most sensitive parts of her twat-her clitoris and the very mouth of her vulva.
Eventually she knew that her orgasm could be held back by no power on earth. She threw her head back and began to moan aloud. Her eyes closed. He took fright at first and tried to back away. Soon he realized what was happening and shoved his hard prick back into the hot hole.
Then she began to come, in perfect harmony with him. The come rocketed out and bathed the entrance of her cunt in warm salinity. Then her own juices poured forth, soaking him all over his underside and belly.
He leaped away from the hot juices but didn't go far. He was quite happy with events as was his mistress. It had hurt when he ripped the thing out of her hole, but she was happy to have serviced the little devil. Now he would come home with her without a struggle.
But she decided that she was still not through with her lover. There were all sorts of other ways they could fuck, now that the first position had been a success. She rolled over onto her stomach and invited the cat to fuck her from behind, normal cat-style.
He walked in between her two legs with his four legs and sniffed at the opened cunt. It had begun to dry out which nullified his wetness phobia. He put his nose against her clit and forced his tongue into the twat. It was what she needed to get started again.
His talented tongue made her ready to fly. She parted her legs and commenced to further encourage the animal to fuck, fuck again. He hesitated, but only for a short time.
"That's right," she purred, "just get between my buttocks and shove that little thing into me.
Once again, Chestnut seemed to understand her. He pushed into position and protruded his little prick until it was knocking at the snatch door. One more thrust and he had shot the bolt home. It looked like they would be able to fuck in this, his normal position, very well.
She thrilled to the feel of the cat's silkiness against her creamy buttocks. It was like being fucked in the cunt and asshole simultaneously. She knew that it would be even easier to shoot her load this time. She hoped that the cat would come with her again.
She raised her ass a few inches, making it even easier for him to get inside. He shoved his prick in to the hilt and then raised himself up onto her back. To her surprise, Marion felt his claws digging into her back. He was going to fuck her like a female cat, which made the whole scene more exotic.
It hurt to have him clawing at her like that and then she felt his teeth digging into the small of her back. Well, this was what she wanted and Marion was determined not to back off from this occurence. If she wanted cat sex she had to become part cat.
Actually, it was stimulating to have him biting and clawing. So catlike, it added sensations which were missing because of his minuscule cock. And it was great getting it from behind, so that she could see her lover as he took his pleasure.
He began to fuck harder-the triple friction of teeth, claws and prick drove her frantic. A wave of passion surged through her limbs and she knew that she could hold out no longer. Chestnut too seemed to be ready with another load.
This time he was the first to come. He shoved his prick in once more and she could feel his semen washing into her. It was just what Marion needed to trigger her own climax, which occurred just as the happy cat was removing his prick from her dripping snatch.
Chestnut leaped back as he finished coming, just in time to avoid a stream of cunt juice that would have soaked him to the pelt. He rubbed up against Marion's thighs, while she lay on her stomach, pondering her adventures and relaxing after spending her juice.
"Listen Chestnut," she moaned. "I have to go riding so you come back to the car with me. Later we'll go home and I'll introduce you to my dog."
She got up and dressed, quite worn out by her exertions. Things had been busy and Marion found that it was catching up with her. Sooner or later she was going to have to face the music and make a decision.
But, now, all she wanted was to see her horse. A good ride would rid her of the weariness and she would then have a 'nice proper horse fuck.
They both walked together to the car and he leaped into the front seat, curling up beside her. He had never been in a car before, but trusted his mistress and knew she meant him no harm.
"That's right Chestnut," she soothed. "Just sit back and relax. You've earned it-we'll be there shortly. Don't be too jealous of Jack."
She pulled out into the road; it would take but a short time to reach the stables. She reflected that perhaps she was no longer in control of her own destiny. She had an awful lot of thinking to do en route.
It was late and she wouldn't have much time to spend with the horse, which was a frustration. It had been great with Chestnut, but not all that satisfying. Her orgasms had been too hard to achieve and she needed a larger prick to calm her overexcited body.
What she was going to do when she got home, she couldn't imagine. The dog and cat would probably tear each other to pieces. In any case, she still had two animals to fuck that day and wondered if her stamina would be up to the severe challenge.
And then there was Jim. He would be home by six and would need a fuck. She couldn't refuse him without some ridiculous excuse that wouldn't wash. Yes, it was decision time for her.
Soon the car pulled into the parking lot and carrying the cat went to the office. Mr. Windner took a look at the cat and said that it was not wise to keep cats near horses. They did not like their smell and might panic, being the panicky creatures they were.
"All right, Windner," Marion assured him, "I'll bring my little Chestnut back to the car."
"I think you'd better," the man answered. "He looks like a mean alley cat. Where'd you get him?"
She told him about his perch in the middle of the roadway. No mention of subsequent sex, of course. She said she had always wanted a cat. He knew she loved animals.
So, she took the cat and placed him on the front seat of the car. She made him to understand that she would soon return. He purred loudly in understanding and soon became a little ball of slumber. He did not think of escaping from his strange new owner.
CHAPTER SIX
Marion watched her new pet falling asleep and was soon satisfied that he would be waiting for her when- she returned. She bent over to place a kiss on his broad forehead and then strode purposefully toward, the riding stable. It was time to keep her appointment with Jack.
She reached the stable and looked around for Mr. Windner but he was nowhere to be found. Using the time to her best advantage, Marion decided to take a look around the stables. Mr. Windner had a lot of new horses and she wanted to see if any could compare to Jack in high spirits and good looks. It didn't seem likely, she thought.
Marion walked around the stalls, peering in at the various horses. The stable population had grown to over fifty and it was difficult to walk through without gagging. Mr. Windner took good care of the animals, but nonetheless the aroma of food and droppings was hard to take.
"Well, well," Mr. Windner announced, walking into the barn. "Having a look around? Do you want a different horse this time? Jack a little wild for you?"
"No, not at all," Marion responded. "I don't know why people think he's so wild and dangerous."
"It's you I wonder about," Mr. Windner answered. "I mean it. You're the only one who can control that horse. I wish you'd tell me your secret."
"Nothing to it," Marion answered smilingly. "All it takes is a little kindness."
The talked some more until Marion was satisfied that there was nothing special on Mr. Windner's mind. He really was curious about her ability to ride such a wild one, but as far as she was concerned, he would go to his grave unsatisfied as to her secret.
Now it was time for the horse to be let out. She watched carefully as Mr. Windner saddled the steed, surprised that Jack did not seem to remember her. Well, horses were very intelligent, but he's going to remember me when I get him in the woods alone.
Marion mounted her steed and this time had quite a bit of difficulty controlling Jack. He champed at the bit and his breath vaporized visibly in the crisp late morning air. She looked at her watch and was disappointed to see how late it was. She would only have an hour for Jack and then would have to rush home to do housework.
She headed Jack out toward their usual path and he seemed grateful for the exercise. A big strong animal-like groan escaped his lips. He needed to be run everyday. It really was a pity that she couldn't buy him and keep him at home. But Jim would never permit that.
For one thing they couldn't afford it. Their mortgage payments were too high, and then there was the upkeep of their two cars. Besides, she was going to bring Chestnut home that day and there was no way she could convince Jim to bring a third huge animal into their family.
Soon, Marion had steered her mount out to the woods, the site of their former tryst. Now the horse seemed to know a little more about what was going on. He pulled to a stop at the site of their amours and refused to go a step further, which was perfectly satisfactory to his rider.
She leaped off swinging herself to the ground. Tired and confused she still had to go through with it. In a sense Jack was the most stimulating and important of her lovers. It was only with him that she could find complete satisfaction.
Yes, this was really it, she told herself. I'll fuck him and then go home to the dog. If it really turns me on, if I find that I'm totally committed to bestiality, I'm going to have to make an accommodation, not to mention explaining the whole mess to Jim.
But there was no time to think about such things. Jack was pawing the ground impatiently and if she didn't get down to it soon he would get too wild to control. She walked up to the horse and slapped him on the fetlocks, hoping to calm him. Horses hate surprises and it's always best to hit them hard rather than tickle them, she knew.
He turned his head and began to nuzzle her neck. His huge teeth bit into her shoulder so that she had to brush him away. It was incredible that he remembered her now that they were back at their private spot. Horses, she decided, have a selective memory.
In any case, there was no reason for further delay. Marion led the horse to the clearing and then wasted no time in removing her clothes. It felt funny to undress but her body was overexcited again and she could not wait to fuck the handsome beast.
She decided to try an experiment. She removed the bit from his mouth and took the bridle off his shoulders. Now he was free. All she had to do now was convince the fiery beast to eat out her pussy before they got to the fucking.
The horse whinnied aloud as she sank to the earth, undoubtedly disappointed that she wasn't ready to blow him or jerk him off. But he was responsive and soon caught on to what she wanted. Marion opened her legs, rubbed her crotch and waited for him to begin.
To her delight, the horse lowered his head and forced it between her thighs. It was difficult to fit his huge head there but Marion was in good enough physical shape to pull it off. Then he began to use his immense tongue to turn her on in the best way.
"Yes," she said, "that's perfect. Just shove your tongue in and out. I want to come all over you, cover you with my cunt honey."
She spoke gently and calmly knowing that it would be dangerous to excite the horse at this early stage of the game. His huge teeth were capable of mashing her and she didn't want him to get so sexually aroused until she was in a better position to handle his intemperate lust.
But for the moment she could think of nothing but the gratification of her own hungry body. It had been more frustrating than satisfying to fuck Chestnut and now she was ready for stronger medicine. They were going to make good use of the hour they would be able to pass together.
She was totally pleased with what Jack was doing to her. He had the largest tongue and seemed to know just what to do to her hot box. Again and again the tongue would slide into her pussy, already big enough to hold it.
Sometimes his tongue would brush against her clit, turning her on all the more. It was like being licked by ten tongues at once and she was soon wallowing in a pool of sticky equine saliva. All he had to do was keep it up for a few minutes more and she would fly, ready to cover his tongue with her juices.
He seemed perfectly content to go on eating her pussy, loving the salt taste. He had his legs spread and his head firmly planted between Marion's legs as if he understood. Yes, he really does love me, she thought fondly.
Marion reached her hand out and started to stroke Jack's powerful neck. It was like holding a statue, for the young horse was all muscle. He felt like he could explode at any time, the wiry sinews about to snap in a frenzy of lust. Yes, she would come in a matter of minutes.
The long tongue continued to probe her digging in all the way to the uterus with inches to spare. It was almost as hard as a prick and at least twice the size of any human sexual organ. Also, it was so wet that she never had to worry about getting her cunt to lubricate.
Then she felt her muscles beginning to contract and knew that the coming time was soon. Marion threw her head back and closed her eyes, knowing that she didn't have to do a thing but wait for the storm to break. Jack continued to eat her out, evidently oblivious to the approach of her orgasm.
He shoved his tongue in one last time and then she felt her cunt contracting around the long organ. It was tight and uncomfortable now but a few seconds later she was screaming with lust and pouring her juices into her lover's immense mouth.
"That was beautiful," she told him when she had finished. "Now I'm going to make you just as happy."
It really had been a marvelous orgasm. Just the thing needed to calm one. Now things didn't seem as frantic or crisis-oriented. All was peaceful and satisfactory in her strange new animal world.
Yes, things are completely up in the air, but as long as I can find satisfaction this easily, there's nothing to worry about. Sooner or later things were bound to resolve. She would finish with him and then go home to cope with her unknowing husband.
She decided that she might as well blow the handsome stud. They had less than an hour to spend together and there was no point wasting time in a jerk-off. It probably didn't make much difference to the horse but to Marion it made all the difference.
She walked over to him and stroked his neck, something that always turned him on. He turned his head and stared at her as she worked him over, loving the way she was handling him. Marion realized that she was probably the only human who had ever treated him thus, with kindliness. To say nothing of satisfying his animal lust.
She then started to rub her hands over his underside, moving closer and closer to his cock and balls. The horse was not aroused as yet, but she knew that that would present no difficulties. One touch of her talented ten fingers and the beast would be a flying horse.
He began, to pace making if difficult for her to reach the target. She decided to get down to business, before she spooked him and ruined their whole scene. She stretched out her hand until her fingers make contact with his enormous prick.
Her fingers clamped around his huge cock, which soon came directly to life. In a matter of seconds Jack had raised an erection that was almost frightening. Marion stared at it with lust and decided to go down on her knees and suck him off without wasting another second of precious time.
She dropped to her knees and took the big prick in her hand, guiding it directly toward her parted hps. It was so huge that she had to practically dislocate her jaw to swallow it but Marion was determined to succeed in what she had started out to do. It would have been foolish to stop at that point, before she had satisfied his wild animal lust.
The huge prick was finally embedded in her mouth and Marion was able to use all her skills to turn the beast on as only she could. It was nice to have the big, powerful animal at her mercy, standing over her and dying to have her bring him to orgasm.
She looked up and saw the horse's belly looming over her head. It felt like she was a little girl again, engaging in something out of a fever dream. She wondered how many other women would have been glad to trade positions with her, thereby following their deepest fantasies. It was not a difficult thing to imagine.
That was really the point of the whole thing, she decided. Most women are probably dying to do what she was doing but few were able to admit it even to themselves. Well, that wis so much the worse for them.
She opened her mouth wide and tried to swallow as much as possible of the huge cock that was hammering at her throat. There was no chance of servicing it all, but it was a challenge to see just how much of him she could take, Last time it had been difficult to get even six inches of him into her mouth, but this time she was determined to do even better.
Marion tried to relax and stifle her gag reflex. Inch after inch the huge thing probed her throat until she realized that she could go no further without gravely endangering her health. She had taken in a full eleven inches of his prick, which was certainly nothing to be ashamed of.
Then Marion let most of the huge organ slip out of her mouth. She couldn't do a thing when it was probing at her throat and time was passing all too quickly She wanted him to come in her mouth as soon as possible for that would give her a chance to fuck him before returning home.
She let the big thing go all the way out of her mouth so that she could look at it as she sucked him off. It was a lot easier to lick the thing than to suck it, and it seemed to make no difference to the horse. All he wanted was for her to stimulate him in any manner she chose.
Marion was more than happy to oblige her lover. Her cunt was watering copiously now, just at the thought of swallowing his come. She knew that that too would be impossible but this time she was going to get most of it down or die trying. It was the least she could do for her lover.
Jack kept still for once, letting Marion do whatever she wanted to his huge prick. Marion licked it like an enormous candy cane, running her tongue from the base to the tip. Jack had a cock very much like that of a human being, the only real difference being in the area of quantity Actually, his prick looked more like a human one than those of any of her other animal lovers. That made the whole scene a lot more comfortable, for Marion was not ready for anything overly exotic. Any sign of familiarity reassured her and kept her from panicking.
A few seconds later she could feel the huge organ beginning to throb wildly. It was time to take it back into her mouth, which she did with alacrity. Her lips stretched to take it in and she felt like her jaw would be dislocated, but she knew that it would all be over in a few seconds.
Jack reared back slightly and then thrust his prick forward, almost knocking Marion off her knees. She held on to his prick with her hands and soon gained her reward. A stream of come rocketed into Marion's mouth, so much that she thought she was going to drown in it.
But this time she was ready for her lover and started to gulp down the come almost before it had shot into her mouth. It tasted warm and strong and altogether delightful, and she took in at least half of it before having to relinquish the spurting organ. The rest of the come splattered all over her naked tits and midsection.
"That was nice, Jack," she told her lover, stroking him on the nose. "Now we're really going to have fun. I want you to hurry up and fuck me before I go home."
Jack looked at his mistress with affection but not understanding. He was all worked up but could not understand how it had happened. All he knew was that she had brought him to orgasm, something that he had never experienced before, even with another horse.
"Now I want you to take it easy," Marion cautioned her equine lover. "I'm going to get down on the ground in horsy position, but don't you fuck me too wildly."
Marion knew that the horse could not understand her words, but figured that it was good to calm him down with her soft, musical voice. She always had a way with animals, ever since early childhood, and knew that they liked to be talked to, since it brings them closer to their owners.
She dropped down onto her hands and knees and waited for the horse to mount her. Jack grew confused at that point and started to strut around dangerously over her. Marion realized what she had to do and took his prick in her hands, pulling on it until he was again in a state of erection.
Now the horse seemed better adjusted and wasted little time getting into the proper position. His huge prick came up against Marion's twat and she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Soon she had managed to force the first six inches of his cock into her hungry cunt.
Soon the two lovers were locked together. Marion had to strain to keep the big thing inside her, but was soon adjusted to the incredibly deep penetration. Her cunt ached and hurt but she was determined to go through with it. It only took Jack a few minutes to shoot his load.
He plunged his cock into her and Marion found that she had to move forward to keep from being impaled. There ensued a real cat and mouse game, with the horse trying to lull Marion into a false sense of security so that he could suddenly plunge his prick in to the hilt.
But Marion stayed a step ahead of him. She would be willing to take him all in if she could, she thought, but that would really be impossible. No, Jack would have to settle for fucking her way or give it up altogether. She had no intention of letting him injure her.
Her cunt was beginning to water again but Marion knew that she would not gain her orgasm easily. She was sated with passion after the last three days but knew that it was her duty to keep her lover happy. Sex with animals was not really very different than with men, she decided. In both cases a woman is forced to serve.
Jack began to buck a little more wildly and Marion knew that he would come pretty soon. She moved a little closer to him, letting his cock get deeper into her cunt than it had ever gone before. It was nice to be completely full of cock, even if it felt like it was going to tear her to pieces.
Jack shoved his rigid prick forward for the last time and then Marion felt it exploding inside her cunt. She weathered the storm and felt a river of come surging into her pussy. It soon filled her to capacity and she had to move away from the still spurting organ.
The rest of the come splattered onto the ground and Marion watched with interest as it sank into the earth. She looked at her watch, the only item of apparel She was still wearing, and realized that time had been passing all too quickly for her taste. She would have to get dressed immediately and hurry home to cook for her husband.
"I'm sorry Jack," she told the horse. "I know you'd like to do it again, but it's impossible."
So saying, she leaped to her feet and dressed herself in record time. Then she put Jack's bridle, saddle and reins back on and remounted quickly. Two minutes later they were heading back toward the stable.
Mr. Windner was there to meet Marion, still afraid of letting her out with his troublesome horse. He was delighted to see what a good rider she had become and congratulated her again on her ability to control the impetuous and fettlesome beast.
"It's really nothing," Marion assured him. "I don't see why anyone would complain about this horse."
"Well, take my word for it," he replied. "Nobody else has the guts to even mount him."
Marion bade her friends goodbye and hurried back to her car. She wasn't going to have much time to spend with Gus, especially since she would have to introduce him to her cat, which might not go at all well. It would be a shame if the animals failed to get along, for then she would be faced with the problem of choosing which one to get rid of.
Chestnut was still asleep in the car when she arrived. He woke up as she started to rev the engine and began to rub up against her side. He was a strange sort of cat, asleep half the time but as passionate as any of her animal lovers. In a certain sense he was her favorite.
Marion pulled the car back onto the highway and headed for home. She drove even faster than usual, not thinking about the possibility of having an accident. Fortunately, there was little traffic on the road and within twenty minutes she was pulling her car into the driveway.
Gus had been left out for the day and was scampering around the front yard, impatiently awaiting her arrival. Marion stuffed Chestnut into the back seat and figured that it would be best to talk to the dog a little before springing such an unpleasant surprise on him.
She got out of the car and let Gustave jump all over her, practically ripping her clothing off her tired body. Gus was incredibly happy to see her, as if he had thought she would never return. And it was good for Marion to have him being that loyal to her.
"Now listen Gus," she told him. "I've brought a new friend home today. You're just going to have to get along with him, because I love him too much to give him away."
Then Marion opened the car door and let Chestnut out. At first the little cat did not seem to notice the big, shaggy monster that was frisking around him, but he could not ignore Gustave for long. Fortunately the big dog seemed to have no malice toward the new intruder.
"That's right," Marion encouraged him. "It's just a friendly little pussy cat. I'm sure that you two are going to be the best of friends as soon as you get acquainted."
Chestnut had met dogs before, but never one as big and friendly as Gustave. Generally, he would avoid the obstreperous creatures, but he could tell immediately that this huge beast meant him no harm. He paced around under the car, occasionally peeking out to take a look at Gus.
Soon he gathered his courage to the point where he could come out into the open. He walked directly up to Gus and began to sniff at his legs, the only part he could reach. Gus lowered his head and started to sniff back, only to receive a hard, sharp paw directly on his sensitive nose.
Chestnut scratched the dog just to teach him a little respect. He then walked back over to the beast and rubbed his nose against his front legs. Gustave soon realized that his little friend did not like rough play and had a way of defending himself that was formidable to say the least.
Soon the animals were scampering across the lawn together having a wonderful time. Marion watched them with complete gratification but then realized that it was time for her to take Gus into the house. She pulled him away from the car and led both animals into the foyer.
"You just look around for awhile," she told Chestnut. "Me and Gus have to go upstairs for awhile and then I promise I'll come back down to keep you company."
Chestnut was already gone, exploring and sniffing at every inch of the unfamiliar house. It was the first time he had been in a house during the day, his previous visits having been mere excuses to get out of the cold or forage for scraps when people were asleep.
Marion watched him for a few seconds and then led Gustave upstairs to her bedroom. They didn't have much time before she would have to prepare supper, but she knew it wouldn't take much to satisfy her canine lover. Gus could come .quicker than any of her other animal lovers.
She opened the door of the bedroom and Gus was quick to follow her inside. Unlike the horse, he seemed to have a good memory and knew just what to expect. He licked at her heels and ankles and seemed impatient for Marion to undress and take him into her bed.
"Come on Gus," she told him. "Take it easy for a minute, won't you. I have to get undressed before you fuck me. You know that. So just relax for a second."
Marion got out of her clothing quickly and decided to let the dog fuck her immediately. It would be fun to suck him off first but she didn't know is she had time for it. She would give him a good fucking and then see if she could turn him on a little more before Jim returned home.
It didn't take much for Gus to get into the swing of things. He had been confused by the presence of the cat but now there was only one thing on his canine mind. His mistress was naked before him and waiting to be fucked.
His cock rose to a full state of erection just looking at her.
Marion got down on all fours on the soft rug and waited for her dog to mount her. It was nice being with an intelligent animal after her scene with the truculent and slow thinking Jack. Yes, Gus was a very satisfying lover, even if his prick was a mere five inches long.
Gustave got behind his mistress and tried to position himself properly. He got onto her back and dug his teeth into the soft skin at the nape of her neck. It hurt Marion at first but she realized that it was the price she had to pay in order to service her passionate animal lover.
She waited for him to enter and soon found his prick knocking at her gate. She spread her legs gently and then felt the bolt sliding home. It entered her to the hilt and then Marion knew that she could begin to think about her own sexual gratification. Gus would know how to take care of his own needs, as he always had in the past.
She arched her back, trying desperately to draw a little more of his short cock into her hungry pussy. It was not easy to be satisfied with Gus, but once he started to pump on his own, things got better for her. After her scene with Jack it wouldn't take much to bring Marion to orgasm.
It felt great to have the strong beast pumping away at her defenseless pussy. Marion reached around and tried to caress his balls as he fucked her, but soon discovered that it was anatomically impossible. No, she would have to sit there passively waiting for him to come.
Gus continued to fuck her, taking a lot longer than usual to come. Marion felt the onset of her own orgasm and began to grind her ass backward into her lover's midsection. Her arms and legs stiffened compulsively and she knew that she would shoot her load in a matter of seconds.
Then it happened, suddenly and without warning. Her pussy began to dilate and contract uncontrollably, and then the juices began to flow. She gave Gus a veritable bath in her come and then relaxed as her passion finally subsided. Now she didn't have to do a thing but sit there and wait for Gustave to fill her cunt with cream.
Gus continued to fuck her frantically and then Marion could feel a few drops of come leaking out of his rod. She moved her ass from side to side, trying to increase her lover's pleasure. A few seconds later she could feel the blood coursing through his swelling, spurting prick.
Gus shoved his prick in one last time and Marion could feel her cunt filling up with come. He leaped off her after that and started to frisk around the room, trying to show his gratitude to the woman who had serviced his cock. Marion watched him with great amusement for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry Gus," she announced. "I have no more time for you today. You'll have to go downstairs and play with Chestnut while I do my work in the kitchen."
Gustave looked up at his mistress in a rather pitiable manner. He was just getting started and was unpleasantly shocked to find that she did not want him any more. Well, he thought, there would always be the next day. Meanwhile, he could go downstairs and play around, waiting to be fed.
Marion dressed herself quickly and hurried down to the kitchen. It was getting terribly late and she would have just enough time to get supper ready before Jim got home. Yes, things were getting terribly frantic again and she didn't know how to deal with her strange new situation.
The two animals met in the hallway and this time Gus took off directly for the cat, trying to trample the little creature in his enthusiasm. Marion watched with amusement as they scampered around the hall. They weren't angry at each other but there was a definite element of competition between the two strong animals.
Finally they made friends again and returned to the living room to sniff and explore one another. Gus was so horny that he tried to mount Chestnut, but soon discovered the evil of his ways by means of another hard blow to his big, sensitive nose.
Marion realized that the animals would get along fine. Chestnut was in no way scared of the dog, which was half the battle. Gus would learn to calm down in the cat's presence and then they would become friends.
She returned to her labors and soon had supper under control. It was a race against time but she knew she had it won. Jim would be home any minute but would never know or have the slightest idea about what had gone on in his absence.
She continued with supper, listening to hear if the animals were still getting along well. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and she rushed out of the kitchen to let her husband into the house and introduce him to the latest member of their growing family.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim turned his key in the door, not wanting to draw his wife out of the kitchen. He appreciated the way she had adjusted to keeping house for him and did everything he could to help her or at least stay out of her way. He took off his hat and coat and started to walk towards the kitchen.
"Hey, what the hell is this?" he yelled out, seeing the cat run across the carpet with Gus in hot pursuit.
"It's our new pet, Chestnut," Marion shouted back, trying to make herself heard over the din. "I'll come in and tell you about it if you'll just wait a second."
Marion finished up dinner and then trotted out into the living room to confront her husband. Jim was standing up with the newspaper unfolded in his hands. With his glasses and tweed suit he looked like the perfect picture of the cloistered scholar suddenly bumping into the real world.
Marion laughed and then sat down with her husband to tell him about how and where she had found Chestnut. Fortunately Jim was in a rather receptive mood and listened to her story with amused interest. He told Marion that it was fine with him as long as the animals didn't fight, or keep him awake at night.
"Don't worry about it," Marion told him. "They seem to be pretty good friends already don't they?"
"I guess so," Jim answered, "I never knew you were this much of an animal lover. But I can take it as long as it keeps you from being bored at home."
Marion could hardly help winking when she heard her husband's words. Bored was hardly the word for what she was going through since her sudden conversion to bestiality. It would be eminently relaxing to be bored again, but that was not likely to occur the way things had been going.
She told her husband to sit down and wait for dinner, which he did with alacrity. They ate together in good spirits although Jim remarked that Marion looked awfully tired. She shrugged it off, explaining that she had been for a long ride that day and had afterward worked hard around the house.
"I know that," Jim answered. 'To show my gratitude, I want to help you a little. I'll do all the dishes tonight and you can sit down with a drink and wait for me."
"That's great," Marion replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I really could use a break."
Jim was as good as his word. As soon as dinner had ended he mixed his wife a Martini and then walked into the kitchen to clean up. An hour later he was finished and went to rejoin his wife in the living room. Yes, he thought, things really are getting better for us.
Jim and Marion sat watching television for a few hours and then Jim suggested that they turn in early. He would have to get up an hour earlier than usual the next day, owing to an important conference at school. Besides, he explained, he wanted Marion to relax and. enjoy herself more than she had evidently been doing.
Marion had no choice but to go off to bed with her husband. She was tired and sore from her long day of lust but could figure no way to avoid her husband's hand embraces without rousing his suspicion. Well, perhaps he wouldn't demand too much from her this time, but would only fuck her once and then drop off to sleep.
That was actually the furthest thing from Jim's mind. He had been revitalized and was dying to reestablish a proper sexual relationship with his wife. He intended to give her the best fucking of her life and show Marion that things would be better for them in the future.
This kind of misunderstanding was not likely to help matters as far as Marion was concerned. She followed Jim up the stairs and then undressed quickly, hoping to get the whole thing over as soon as she could. Jim stood before her with his clothing still on, admiring her body and thinking what a fool he had been to neglect his wife for so long.
He undressed eventually and then led Marion to the bed, laying her flat on her back. Then he sat down at her feet, intending to eat out her pussy before fucking her. She was always willing to give him one of her super blow-jobs and it was the least he could do to return the favor.
Jim parted his wife's legs with his strong hands and then prepared to go to work on her lusty pussy. She smelled especially strong this particular evening but that impression endured only for the first few moments, the breach. As usual, he began with Marion's clit, taking the sensitive little organ into his mouth and sucking and biting at it until it turned hard and red and wet under his insistent administrations.
Marion spread her legs and allowed her husband to eat her cunt at his own pace. It felt good in a certain way but it was as if the whole thing were happening to somebody else with herself as a barely interested spectator. No, she had found the kind of sex she needed and her husband was in no way equipped to provide for her.
Nonetheless, Jim remained unaware of his wife's problem. As far as he was concerned, she was a confused and somewhat shallow woman, who needed nothing more than a little mature guidance. He was in control of things now and would show her the path to happiness.
He started to move his tongue into her vulva, thrilling to the strong taste of her cunt. She was like an animal, he thought to himself, a perfect little sex machine. It took so little to make her happy that it was almost too easy. She always had been a sucker for a hard piece of meat.
He held Marion's thighs apart with his strong hands and then stroked the sensitive skin with his fingers. Marion seemed kind of tired and drawn out but her cunt was watering copiously and that was all he needed to keep him going. He was sure that she would come without much difficulty, or strain. It was enjoyable and relaxing to have him eating out her snatch but it just didn't turn her on anymore. She knew that she was going to have to fake an orgasm for the first time in her young life.
The whole idea struck her as sordid, but Marion knew that it was the only plausible thing to do. Half of her was dying to have out with her secret, to confess everything to Jim. But she knew what that would lead to, endless rounds of analysis and recrimination that she would not be able to tolerate without losing her sanity.
She began to throw herself around on the bed, figuring that Jim would grow suspicious if it took her too long to shoot her load. Jim waited patiently, shooting his tongue in and out of her pussy and then noted with satisfaction that his efforts were just about ready to be fruited.
She began to moan aloud and pretend that he was driving her to the brink of ecstasy. She put on as good an act as was possible considering the circumstances, then drew her pussy away from her husband's head. She turned over and smiled at him to show what a good job he had done.
"Gee," Jim told her. "You must be really tired. That wasn't much of an orgasm by your usual standards."
"Well, don't worry about it," Marion replied. "I am a little tired, but it's really nothing. I always come when you treat me right, you know that."
"Listen honey," Jim replied. "I don't want to force you into anything. If you want to go to sleep now just tell me and everything will be fine."
"No, not at all," Marion insisted. "Why don't you fuck me and then you'll see that I'm alright."
It was an invitation that Jim could not refuse. He had no idea that his wife had forced the words and meant only to avoid his suspicions. His virility had been stable and he was dying to get into her snatch again. He looked down at his prick and saw that it was already hard and ready for action.
Marion turned over onto her hands and knees, figuring that she might enjoy sex more if they did it in a more animal like position.
Jim looked at her from behind, admiring her swelling creamy buttocks at length. Yes, she was every bit as beautiful as the first day he had met her.
He held his prick in hand and then approached her slowly and carefully. He would give his wife a good gentle fucking until she was a little more turned on. Then he would be able to think about his own gratification. It would be fun to try to make her come with him this time.
He aimed his prick at the entrance to Marion's hole and slowly eased it into her labia. His cock slid easily into the well greased channel and he sank it to the hilt before beginning to move his body. Yes, it was a pleasure to fuck Marion in her tight little snatch. She was a cauldron of molasses. She moaned aloud as he entered her but Jim never knew that her cries were of pain rather than pleasure. After fucking Jack she was terribly chafed and sore inside.
But Marion did everything she could to increase her husband's pleasure. A plan was beginning to take form in her tortured mind but there was no way she could complete its formulation while he was still fucking her. It would be best to finish up quickly and then pretend to go to sleep while she was collecting her diffuse thoughts.
Jim realized that his wife was not being turned on as much as usual and did everything he could to remedy the unfortunate situation. He reached around her soft body and tried to hold onto her tits thinking that he could turn his wife on in two different manners simultaneously.
He soon found his target and closed his right hand over her tits, cupping them together and feeling her sensitive nipples beginning to contract. It was great to have a wife that receptive and he began to twist and tease her nipples until the rosy stars had turned hard and red and puckered.
He held onto her tits for several minutes, shifting his grip from one to the other. Marion sighed with relief, thinking that Jim was now in his own world. All she had to do was sit there and take it until he was ready to come. Then she could fake her second orgasm of the evening. He reached down and soon was able to locate the slippery button, holding it between the thumb and the forefinger. It felt great to be able to feel his prick sliding past his gripping fingers He held her clitoris until his fingers were covered with pussy juice and then relinquished it at last. He was getting hotter and more bothered by the second and knew that he could not hold out for much longer. It was always like that with Marion, he thought. She was so damned good that he had to struggle to keep from ejaculating prematurely.
He began to pump a little faster and Marion knew she would fake another climax. She began to moan and to throw her body around the bed, as if she were wracked by passion. Then she addressed her husband directly, making sure that he fell for her act.
"Come on, baby," she told him. "Shoot that big thing into me more. Go deeper. I'm going to come. Yes, it's already happening. Shove that big thing into me some more."
"Take it easy," Jim whispered in her ear. "I'm almost there too. Try to wait for me."
Marion found that she would do no such thing. It was alright to trick her husband up to a point, but it would be almost sacrilegious to fake a mutual orgasm. He would have to take it as he found it. She began to go into her act, determined to get it over with quickly.
Marion began to moan with fake ecstasy and then let her sobs subside so that her husband would know that she was finished. Her cunt was beginning to dry out now and she hoped that he Would finish up quickly. Otherwise his suspicions would be impossible to allay.
Jim shoved his prick in a few more times, thrilling to the way her soft buttocks would crush up against his midsection. He felt the come travelling up from his balls and he knew that he was getting nearer and nearer to the ecstasy he was craving. His humps were getting faster and faster now and he was ready.
Jim shoved his prick in for the last time and felt the come rocketing into her pussy. He held his prick buried to the hilt and then withdrew it slowly, realizing that his wife was thoroughly exhausted. Now that he had achieved his desires he would let her get some rest.
"That was beautiful," he announced. "I'm glad that we are getting along so much better now."
"Yes, it really was nice," Marion answered. "But I must go to sleep now."
"Yeah, why don't you turn out the light," Jim suggested "I've got to get up real early in the morning."
Marion was more than happy to do her husband's bidding. She turned off the overhead light and then pretended to go to sleep. Five minutes later she could hear her husband snoring. It was now time to collect her confused thoughts and come to some sort of decision.
The factors were clear enough in her mind. It was a matter of giving in to lust or trying to make a go of it with her husband. She tried to think what it would be like to go back to him without the intercession of her other lovers but the prospect was too bleak to contemplate for long.
No, there was only one thing she could do with a clear conscience. She would have to leave Jim and move somewhere else until she straightened herself out. He would miss her, but he had his work and really wasn't the kind of man who was overly dependent on any woman.
She would write him a letter in the morning and then take her car and drive to Cleveland. She had enough money to get an apartment there and with her college degree it would be easy enough to find a job. Then she would be able to think about her problems in objective isolation.
But there was one other factor that suddenly dawned on her. What was she going to do about Gus and Chestnut. Well, she would have to leave them behind too, since they were part of a past she was trying to escape. She would include them in her note, hoping that Jim would be sympathetic enough to care for her pets.
Marion drifted off to sleep at last, not to wake until after her husband had left for the day. She was grateful that he had not woken her and asked for breakfast, for it would have been impossible to face him after the decision she had finally come to that night.
Marion fixed her own breakfast and then hurried back up to her room to pack. It was easy to get her clothing and few belongings into a variety of small suitcases. After all, she was leaving not on a permanent basis but as an experiment and would quite possibly decide to return in a few weeks.
Packing took but a half hour and then she had to find something to say to her husband in her letter of farewell. Marion sat down at Jim's desk with a blank sheet of paper staring her in the face. It was going to be the hardest most painful letter she had written in all her life!
Marion decided to tell her husband of her animal affairs as if they had happened in the past. It was best not to mention either Chestnut or Gus, so that he would not take out his anger and frustration on those two innocent creatures. She also would leave Jack, the horse, out of the letter to avoid a scene between her husband and Mr. Windner.
She started out by relating what had happened between herself and her dog when she was twelve years old. It was hard to get started, but she soon fell to the task of creating and composing her memories.
Marion spared her husband not a single detail, covering the paper with her fine spidery handwriting. By the time she finished describing her escapades with Alto she had gone through three sheets without getting to the point. She would have to curb her rhetorical enthusiasm if she ever hoped to finish before he returned home for dinner.
She went on to describe the way that particular incident had colored the rest of her experiences. She had fought a desire for sex with animals since that time and now knew that she was engaged in a losing battle. For that reason, she felt that she had to leave for a while.
The letter finished with a description of her love for Jim and her appreciation of his patience. She told him that she would not leave a forwarding address but would write to him in a couple of weeks. By that time she hoped she would be able to understand her motives a little better.
The letter closed with a plea for forgiveness. She hoped that Jim could understand her even if he could not sympathize with her view point. If he never wanted to see her again she would understand and not molest his privacy. But she still felt warm and grateful for his love.
Marion finished the tenth page of the letter and then sealed it in an envelope. She then put it on the mirror over the bed, knowing that Jim would run up to the bedroom when he noticed that she was not home. Now all she had to do was go down to the car and leave.
But there was one more thing that she had to do first, as she discovered upon walking down the stairs. Chestnut was there waiting for her, rubbing against the steps in anticipation of her arrival. There was no way she could leave without bidding farewell to her pets and lovers.
"Come on upstairs with me," she told the cat, putting her bags down in the foyer. "We have to say good bye."
Chestnut followed his mistress to her bedroom and seemed quite unhappy about Her impending departure. He really did seem to understand her, Marion reflected, far better than Gustave who was busily playing in the yard.
Marion closed the door of the bedroom and wasted no time in removing her clothing. She wanted to fuck Chestnut at least once more before departing, so that she wouldn't forget him completely. If there were time she would then repeat the procedure with the passionate Gus.
Chestnut watched with interest as she removed her clothing, knowing exactly what would happen next. He walked over to the bed and hopped onto the pillow as if to show his mistress that he was ready for her. She could do anything she wanted to his beautiful little body.
Marion rolled the cat over onto its side, determined to suck his cock. It was the aspect of sex that Chestnut least preferred but this time she had to think of her own desires. After all, she was leaving the house and might never see her cat again.
Chestnut lay still, knowing somehow that it was important for his mistress to suck him off. He closed his tiger eyes and abandoned himself completely to her caresses, knowing that as always she would turn him on and satisfy him in the course of seeking her own sexual gratification.
Marion lowered her head down to the cat's crotch and let her tongue wander to his prick. She took the tiny hairy thing between her teeth and bit into it gently until he had managed to raise an erection. Now she would give the best blow-job of his young life. She held his prick against her tongue and then started to lick it gently, until it was red with suffused blood. It wouldn't take much to bring him to orgasm, she knew, but that didn't matter anymore. Now things were proceeding on an emotional level and she just had to go through with it.
It felt great to have him in her mouth again, particularly with the knowledge that she might never see him again. That element added a note of poignancy to the whole scene and Marion could hardly wait to feel the cat's come rocketing into her greedy dripping mouth.
She sucked Chestnut's cock carefully and well, thrilling to the taste of the drop of come that was already leaking into her lips. The tiny little cock was throbbing wildly and she knew that she would soon have him ready to shoot. All it took were a few more strokes of her talented tongue and then her lover was ready to part with his goods.
Marion held the thing in her mouth as it started to spurt, drinking down the juices fervently. It tasted as good as ever and she relinquished his prick unwillingly. Of course he would fuck her now but she couldn't help but be sorry that she had sucked him off for the last time.
Chestnut had ideas of his own which he soon made clear to his passionate mistress. He moved off the pillow and slithered down to her knees, nosing around Marion's twat. Yes, she told herself, the little fellow wants to eat out my cunt, just like he did yesterday.
That was exactly what the cat had in mind. He crawled between Marion's legs and went immediately for her snatch. Marion smiled down at her enterprising lover and parted her legs to make it easier for him to achieve his objective. It was just what she needed to get herself going.
Chestnut wasted no time in taking her. He procured his long thick tongue and held it against Marion's clitty, knowing that that never failed to turn her on. Marion moaned aloud as soon as he made contact with her sensitive flesh, knowing that she would come in record time.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back, knowing that Chestnut would satisfy her to the best of her abilities and that it would be completely. It wasn't too much fun to fuck a little devil, but he could use his tongue in a way that always drove her crazy with lust. And this time he really seemed to mean business, as Marion was soon able to discover for herself.
Marion sighed with lust as the little sandpaper tongue brushed over her clitoris. Her cunt began to produce its fluid copiously. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, all. from the exertion of her point size lover. Yes, she reflected, it would be damned hard to get along without him.
She had been with Chestnut for only two days but already felt that she loved him. He was so brave and calm and mature in his lovemaking that she actually felt passive written he was eating her out. Then she forgot all her thoughts as he went directly for her gaping dripping vulva.
That was even better than having him eat out her pussy, she decided. His tongue was almost as long as that of a man and its rough surface made it even better. She lolled back onto the bed and let him work on her at his own pace, knowing that her orgasm would come in a matter of seconds.
Chestnut sensed that the end was near but did not this time move his head away. He knew that his mistress needed him and was perfectly willing to make any sacrifice on her behalf. He knew that he would be engulfed with pussy juice when she came but held his ground nonetheless.
Then it happened, suddenly and without warning. Marion felt a wave of fire pass thought her limbs and then her cunt began to clamp down on Chestnut's tongue. Her . cunt emptied its juices quickly, spurting Them all over the little beast's head and shoulders. Marion reached down her arm and picked Chestnut up, holding him to her breasts.
"That was really beautiful," she told the cat, stroking him behind the ears. "Now you're going to fuck me and I'll have to say good-bye and leave."
She reclined on the bed and prepared to be taken. Once her legs were apart, Chestnut returned to his position between her thighs and waited for her to present an opening for his cock. Marion obliged him immediately and then he was knocking at the door of her cunt.
"Yes, darling," she crooned, "shove that little thing into me and fuck me until I come. I'm dying to feel your thing exploding inside my snatch."
Chestnut maneuvered himself into position and soon had his prick at the entrance to Marion's cunt. He looked absolutely charming perched on top of her like that, so helpless and yet, in a certain strange way, equally as domineering at the same time. Marion felt like she was going to come as soon as he got inside her.
But of course it took her a little longer to get off. Chestnut got in finally and she could feel his miniature penis throbbing inside her. She began to move gently, not wanting to dislodge the tiny organ. She had to be careful not to let the tiny thing slip out of her cavernous cunt.
Chestnut started to move on his own, rocking his little body back and forth on top of her. Marion could feel his claws digging into her belly but that only served to increase her pleasure. She was willing to put up with any amount of pain to finally celebrate her long pent orgasm.
Once Chestnut was hammering away at her cunt Marion knew that she could hold her orgasm back no longer. She began to come almost immediately, spraying her juices all over her lover's tiny prick. Chestnut prepared to shoot his load.
He shoved his prick in a few more times and Marion could tell that he was ready to fly. She braced herself in a comfortable position and moved her hips in a circular motion and tried to milk the come out of his rock hard prick. A few seconds more and the brave little cat was preparing to shoot his load.
He came then, filling the entrance to her cunt with rich bubbling come. Marion let him pull out of his receptacle and then told Chestnut that there was nothing more they could do together. Now she simply had to go downstairs and say good-bye to Gustave.
Marion dressed herself quickly, wanting to get away from the scene of her troubles and was raring to go. She let Chestnut out of the room. The letter was in place on the mirror and all that remained was for her to get her things together and leave.
She walked down the stairs with Chestnut still hanging around her heels and took a final look at her home. It was a shame to leave the place but the choice was no longers hers. She would go out of her mind if she had to stay there and continue deceiving her husband for another day. No, it was best to pick up the pieces and leave.
He'd be able to cook his own dinner after he read her letter. It was the very least she could do for her husband before deserting her unhappy home.
Now there was nothing left to do but say farewell to her dog. She closed the door behind herself and then locked it carefully. It was easy to picture how Jim would come home, knock on the door and then unlock it with his key. He would have no idea what had happened until he went upstairs to read the letter she had left him.
Gustave was playing out in the yard and seemed quite glad to see her. He leaped forward, practically knocking Marion off her feet. She cuddled and caressed the dog and then began to sob aloud. It was impossible to walk out like that but she just had to do it.
"Listen Gustave," she told the dog. "I'm relying on you now. You have to be especially nice to Jim when he comes home. I'm leaving now but I hope I'll be able to come back in a few weeks. Try to be a good dog while I'm gone."
So saying, she brushed the dog aside and opened the trunk of her car. The suitcases fit in without difficulty and she was ready to begin. It was a beautiful sunny day, in contrast to her own wretched mood.
"Goodbye, everybody," she shouted as she climbed into the car. "I'm sorry it had to work out like this."
Marion eased the car out of the driveway and in about five minutes had reached the highway. At first she felt tired and confused and guilty, unsure if she was doing the right thing. After all, she thought, it's pretty unusual for a woman to give up her home and her marriage without even discussing it with her husband.
But soon, as the miles began to roll by, she found her mood improving. The sunshine caused her to open the windows and the cool breeze revived her spirits almost immediately. She was heading for a new life and would finally discover what it was she wanted and needed from the world.
It was about three hours to Cleveland and she could hardly wait to get there. Marion figured that she had wasted herself long enough in Dorset Heights. Now she would gain her freedom and see what it was that made her tick.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marion drove on without stopping, anxious to reach her goal. It had been years since she had been in Cleveland, or any other large city. Even their honeymoon had been spent in the country. Now she would have a chance to get back into the swing of things.
The - miles rolled by and soon she was approaching the city limits. To her disappointment, the day had turned cold and cloudy, emphasizing the pollution that hung over the city like a cloud of pestilence. Cleveland never made a good first impression, she reflected, but she wouldn't be deterred by that factor, not by a long shot.
It was hard to remember the lay of the city so Marion drove around aimlessly for awhile, trying to find someplace to stop. She was tired from driving now that the original euphoria had faded and wanted nothing, more than to find a place to stop and think things over. Marion had a few old friends in Cleveland, but soon decided not to look them up for awhile. They would ask all sorts of personal questions and she didn't feel up to explaining what had gone wrong with her marriage. No, they would have to wait until she got settled.
Luckily there was little traffic so that Marion was able to drive effortlessly through the city But she had to stop sooner or later. Marion decided to set a time limit for herself. She would go you for another forty five minutes and then park the car wherever she happened to be Marion continued to drive through the streets of Cleveland, listening to the car radio and looking at her watch to see when she was going to stop. Soon the time had expired and she pulled over to the side, finding a parking space with a minimum of difficulty.
The tired woman climbed out of the car and locked the door behind herself. This particular part of town was not familiar to her, but it seemed like a nice enough neighborhood. Marion immediately spotted a group of school-children, evidently on some sort of outing. She figured that she might as well follow them for a few minutes.
To Marion's surprise, the children led her directly to the city zoo. Marion laughed aloud and shrugged her shoulders before following them in. What the hell, she thought, it makes sense. I came here to study my own bestial drives and this is as good a place as any to start.
Marion paid her admission and walked directly into the zoo. Now she no longer had to follow the school children for she was on familiar ground. It would be fun to forget her troubles for awhile and postpone the difficult task of finding a place to live while she was in town.
Her footsteps led Marion to the lion cage and she watched with delight, having had the good luck to arrive precisely at feeding time. The beasts were tearing their meat to pieces and gobbling it down for all intents and purposes as if they were still in the African jungle.
Marion watched the lions for awhile and then walked around the rest of the big cat house, admiring the leopards and tigers and cheetahs. The zoo was not much by absolute standards, but it was a cheerful well-kept place that was a lot of fun to wander around.
Then she came to the reptile house and decided to go in for a few moments. Snakes and lizards were far from being Marion's favorite animals, but something led her on, some intimation that this was where she would find her fate. She opened the door and walked in, only to find that the place was close to being totally deserted.
Everybody in Cleveland seemed to share her dislike for reptiles, with the exception of one tall woman who stood in front of the cobra cage. Marion ignored her at first and walked from exhibit to exhibit, suddenly fascinated by the variety of those strange creatures.
There were snakes and lizards of every size, color and form, from all parts of the globe. As Marion got used to them she decided that they were not at all repulsive. In fact, it was kind of nice to watch the way they would just lay there in front of the light, without a care in the world.
But the best thing of all was watching the snakes move. They had an incredibly stimulating way of dragging their bodies over the rocks, so sinuous and slow moving that it was almost sexual. Marion found that the whole scene was exciting her far more than she had expected.
Marion finished her tour of the snake house and then remembered that she had still not gone to the cobra cage. The tall woman was still there, standing in front of the glass, not moving a muscle. Well, it was kind of rude of her to block everybody's view and Marion was tempted to go over and shoulder the woman out of her path.
Instead, she walked slowly over and asked the girl if she too might see the snakes for awhile. The woman turned out to be a girl of about her own age, who apologized for monopolizing the view and moved out of the way. She seemed to have some sort of foreign accent.
"So, you like snakes, do you?" the woman asked, noticing how intent Marion was on watching the reptiles.
"It's funny," Marion replied. "I always thought I hated them. You know, they're all slimy and all. But this time I -find them absolutely fascinating."
"I think most women are afraid of reptiles," the woman answered. "But it's just sexist propaganda. They're actually very feminine creatures, except for the shape."
"Yeah, I guess that's what turned me off," Marion answered, surprised at her new friend's perception. "I always think of them as threatening phalliform creatures."
"That's silly," her friend replied. "You know they make excellent pets, actually."
"No, I never heard of anyone keeping a snake," Marion replied. "Especially one of those big ones."
"I keep snakes as pets," the tall woman answered. "Maybe you'd like to come over and see them sometime."
"That would be fascinating," Marion replied, not thinking about what she was saying. "Listen, I'm new in town. Why don't you invite me over today."
"Great," her friend answered. "I sensed that you were all alone. No, don't worry. I'm not going to ask you any prying questions. I'm not the curious type."
"I almost wish you were," Marion replied. "I have a lot to get off my chest. Maybe later."
"Sure," her new friend answered. "Let's get out of here and go over to my apartment for awhile."
The two women walked out of the reptile house and then out of the zoo itself. They entered the street and started walking toward a bus until Marion -pulled herself up short. It would have been awfully stupid of her to forget her car and walk off without it.
"Let's drive," she suggested. "I've been doing it all day but I have to find a permanent spot."
"You're a real gypsy, aren't you?" her friend answered. "Sure, I only live a few blocks from here, but why walk when we can ride in style? Where's your car?"
"Right around this corner, I think," Marion answered. "Don't expect too much, though. It's not a Rolls Royce."
"No, I wasn't expecting that," her friend replied. "But I don't have any car at all."
The two women walked over to Marion's car and wasted no time in driving away from the zoo. Marion's friend introduced herself as Carla O'Higgins and explained the name by telling Marion that she was the offspring of a Mexican mother and Irish father. She had grown up speaking Spanish in California, thus the unmistakable accent.
"But I left California a long time ago," she explained. "I had to get out of the house. My parents just didn't understand the thing I had for snakes."
' "What do you mean by that?" Marion asked.
"Aw, I'll explain it when we get to my place,'.' Carla responded. "I don't want to scare you off yet."
Carla smiled and followed her friend's directions, so she was able to park her car and climb out, with the prospect of having a real place to relax. She slammed the door behind her and prepared to follow Carla home.
"Don't you have any luggage?" Carla asked.
"Sure, but I don't want to impose myself on you," Mario told her. "It wouldn't be right."
"Fuck it," Carla replied. "You don't have a place to stay, so bring it along. If we decide we hate each other you can always move out again."
Marion was completely delighted by her good fortune. Carla was kind of strange but she seemed beneath it all to be a rather sensible earthy type. And it was awfully nice to have invited her to move in on such short notice.
Carla led Marion to her apartment, which was located in a rather nondescript building. The whole neighborhood reeked of inconsequence and was totally lower class in appearance. It was not at all what Marion was used to, but she looked upon it as another adventure.
Carla lived on the top floor and Marion was exhausted from carrying her bags up the long staircases. It was a relief to dump the bags in the foyer and plop down into an easy chair. For the first few minutes she was too tired even to examine her new surroundings. She had been through a lot that week and the long drive had really bombed her out.
Then she picked up her head and started to look around. The apartment looked like nothing more than an annex to a reptile house. There were glass cages all over the living room, each one containing at least one snake or lizard. No wonder the woman had been talking so much about them.
"I'm in training as a snake dancer," Carla replied. "Don't think I'm a mind reader. Everyone has that lost look on his face when he first walks in here."
"Yeah," Marion replied. "It's kind of spooky looking. How did you get into anything that strange."
"Well, I always liked snakes, like I told you," Carla began. "When I moved here I figured it would be a good way to make a living. Men find me attractive and I thought that I might as well exploit both my attributes."
"Are you actually working at it now?" Marion asked.
"Yeah, sort of," Carla replied. "I work three nights a week at this cafe downtown. It's kind of a drag being ogled by all these assholes, but it's a living."
"That's fascinating," Carla cried. "Why don't you show me just what you do?"
"You want a performance, do you?" Carla replied. "Sure, sit down on the couch and I'll go in and change."
Marion parked herself and tired to relax as her friend disappeared into the bedroom. The girl returned in ten minutes, in the wildest outfit Marion had ever seen. It reminded her of Wonder Woman's costume, all shiny thick material in bright unreal colors. And Carla had not been kidding about her good looks and beautifully developed body.
She came in with a snake on either arm, crawling over her shoulders and chest. The woman was indeed beautiful, with her dark hair, black eyes, and large muscular body. If she had been a little softer and more feminine looking she would have been a perfect pinup type.
"Sit down and enjoy the show," she enjoined Marion. 'There's really not much to it."
So saying, she launched into her act, first turning on the radio to find some dance music. The act was indeed nothing out of the ordinary. Carla would dance around, being as erotic as possible in her movements. The snakes curled around her arms and shoulders and tits. It was really nothing more than another kind of burlesque dancing.
The performance ended a few minutes later and Marion found herself entranced by the snakes. They were so cold and sensual looking that she felt herself being turned on just by watching the simple performance. She figured that she would keep quiet and see what was going to develop.
"I might as well tell you," Carla interrupted. "I have sex with these little beauties. I hope that doesn't shock you too badly."
"No, not at all," Marion answered. "I suppose I should have guessed it for myself. I too, am into sex with animals, but if you don't mind, I don't want to talk about it yet. It's caused me all sorts of hassles."
"Sure, take it easy," Carla told her. "If you want, I'll give you a demonstration."
"Fine," Marion rejoined. "I'll just sit here and watch you for a few minutes. It sounds great."
Carla wasted little time in beginning her performance. She shook the snakes off her arms and then removed her clothing quickly and without ceremony. Marion looked at Carla's naked body with envy. The woman was incredibly beautiful nude, so strong and shapely at the same time.
Carla sat down on an easy chair, holding one of the snakes in her hand. She stroked the somnolent beast for a few seconds and then put it down on her chest. The snake immediately started to crawl over and between her huge swelling tits in a way that turned Marion on.
Then Carla spread her legs and pulled the snake off her soft tits. The beast crawled around her crotch for awhile and then she spread her legs wide. Marion held her breath, wondering if she could believe her eyes. The whole scene was wilder than anything she had ever witnessed before.
To her amazement, the snake started to crawl inside Carla's pussy. It was a small python, obviously not yet fully grown. The snake was maybe four feet long and about three and a half inches thick. It certainly looked strange to have the thing inside her, but it didn't seem to bother Carla for as much as an instant.
She parted her legs wide and helped the snake force its thick rectangular head into her snatch. Marion was amazed at the snakes willingness to do something that weird but realized that Carla had lived with snakes all her life and must have discovered some way to get them to do her bidding.
The snake slithered into the woman's cunt and seemed almost to disappear inside the fragrant bush. Marion got up from the couch and walked over to get a better look. She was fascinated and stimulated by the scene, although from a distance. So far she herself had no desire to try out one of the animals on her own innocent body.
The performance was far better than the feeble dance Carla had done. Now that she was a little closer, Marion could see that it must feel like being fucked by a living disembodied prick, which was a rather stimulating notion.
The snake had crawled a full foot into Carla's pussy and Marion wondered how the woman was able to take it. But she didn't seem to be in pain at all. Rather, her eyes were half closed and she had a lost sensual expression on her face that was reminiscent of the snake itself.
Carla lay back and let the snake do whatever it wanted inside her dripping pussy. Marion watched carefully and saw that the snake was crawling around as if looking for food. Maybe she kept them hungry, but that didn't seem likely. It was an awfully dangerous way to get one's kicks and she imagined that Carla had a better system than that.
But there was no thought of interrupting the performance in Marion's confused mind. It was great just to sit there and watch the two of them make love. For one thing, it set her own problems in a different perspective. She no longer had to think of herself as a pervert or a woman apart now that she had seen what Carla did for her thrills.
She could see that Carla's nipples had begun to harden from the snake's exertions. It was tempting to join in on the orgy, to put her lips on the bewitching nipples, but Marion decided to hold back for a few minutes longer. There was no need to be pushy about things.
She sat back on the chair and watched the conclusion of the performance. Carla seemed to be really turned on and it looked like she would celebrate her orgasm rather soon. That was something that Marion wanted to see.
Now Marion could see the pussy juice leaking out of her friend's snatch, covering the snake with a sticky film of salty moistness. It made the beast slide in even easier and soon she could hear Carla moaning with passion. Her orgasm was just about due to begin.
Carla threw her head back and began to grunt and groan with passion. She gathered her strength and then Marion could see her cunt clamping down on the snake's body. A few seconds later the animal slid back out of Carla's twat, covered with slime but seemingly none the worse for wear.
"How did you like it," Carla asked. "Most people would have walked out in disgust by now."
"I don't know," Marion answered honestly.
"I mean it turned me on and all, but I don't know if I'd want to do it myself. Isn't it kind of dangerous."
"Not at all," Carla answered enthusiastically. "You saw that nothing happened. No, I have these snakes pretty well trained. They'd never want to hurt me."
"How did you do it?" Marion asked.
"It's hard to say," Carla answered. "I've lived with snakes for so long that I just seem to have a rapport with them. How do you make love to your animals?"
Marion figured that it was time to lay her cards on the table. Carla had been perfectly open with her and she knew that she had nothing to fear from the beautiful woman. She might as well tell her the whole thing, from the beginning.
Marion soon came out with her whole story, starting with her girlfriend adventures with Balto. She went into great detail, seeing that Carla was an appreciative audience. It was great to have someone to confess it all to, especially a woman who shared her own predilections.
She went on to talk about her marriage and how she had tried to be happy with a man. Carla shrugged her shoulders sympathetically, as if she too had had a similar experience. But she didn't interrupt for a second, which made it easy for Marion to forge on to the end.
Marion had never realized how much there was to her tale. She started with her seduction by Jack, the horse, and then proceeded to explain what had happened after her husband had brought home the dog. That was easy to get through, especially when Carla seemed to sincerely be interested.
The last thing to tell was her relationship with Chestnut, in a sense the weirdest of her adventures. Carla let her finish the story and sat for awhile digesting the information, not wanting to commit herself yet. Then she decided she might as well get down to the point.
"Well, from what you tell me, it sounds like we have a lot in common," she began. "I mean we're two intelligent women who just can't get it off with a man."
"That's certainly true," Marion replied. "I mean I really wanted it to work out with Jim. I tried hard for over a year but finally I had to give it all up."
"Well, that's the way it goes," Carla replied. "I mean you try to do what everyone says is right and then you realize that it was all a crock of shit."
"I know what you mean," Carla replied. "But I don't really -know what to do. I left home with this intention of trying to understand myself."
"And now you don't know where to start," Carla interjected. "It was the same way with " me.
"Yes, but you seem to have solved your problems," Marion stated. "I haven't got that far yet."
"I know it honey," Carla answered sympathetically. "You feel that you have to go all the way, try everything to see if it's going to turn you on."
"That's it, exactly," Marion rejoined.
"Well, why don't you try it with one of the snakes?" Carla suggested. "I mean you saw me do it, and you know that it's not going to hurt."
"I feel a little squeamish about it," Marion replied. "I mean they look so slimy and frightening."
"Don't be silly," Carla assured her. "Just try it once and see if you can dig it."
Marion realized that her friend was absolutely right in her prescription. She had left home to find herself and the only way she could do it was to yield to her deepest instincts. And she really did want to try it with a snake.
"Alright," she replied. "But you have to show me what to do. I don't even know how to start."
"It's easy as shit," Carla replied cheerfully.
"Just take off your clothing and sit down in the chair. Ill show the snake exactly what to do."
Marion realized that she had no real choice in the matter. She was dying to have sex with one of the snakes and could hold herself back no longer. She got to her feet and started to remove her clothing. In a few minutes she was stark naked and ready for action.
"Hey, you really are beautiful," Carla announced. "You looked kind of skinny when you came in, but now I see that you're a first rate piece of ass. I could use a girl like you to work with, really I could."
"Well, I don't know about that," Marion replied. "Let's see how I like it before I make any decisions."
So saying, she sat back down in her easy chair, nervous but anxious to get things moving. Carta held the python in her strong right hand and then walked purposefully over to Marion. Now it was going to happen and it was too late for Marion to try to back out from her new experience.
Carla put the snake down onto Marion's heaving tits and Marion was delighted to find that the animal was not at all slimy or cold as she had feared. Quite the opposite, for it was warm and dry and smooth. It really did feel like a male organ, but even better so far.
The handsome reticulated animal crawled calmly over Marion's chest, lingering around her swelling tits. It felt like it was really caressing her, trying to turn her on. That was impossible, but Marion was past the point of skepticism after what she had witnessed that day.
She let the snake crawl over her tits until she was used to the new feeling. Then Carla reached out and removed the animal from her chest for a few seconds. She moved it down to Marion's waist and then released it, knowing that the cooperative beast would know just what to do.
Sure enough, a few seconds later the snake was crawling around the entrance of Marion's cunt. This was a little harder to take and Marion was tempted to call her experiment to an early close. But she decided to go through with it. After all, it had been fine and good so far.
The snake tried to get into Marion's cunt but she was holding her legs together and it was impossible for the time being. Marion realized that she would have to cooperate a little further, so she spread her legs and sat back, abandoning herself to her hepetological lover.
The snake crawled right into her cunt as if looking for a rabbit to eat. It didn't hurt at all and in fact she felt almost immediately stimulated. It was very similar to the feel of a man's prick but at the same time the snake was so much longer and more alive that it was completely different.
Then the snake managed to get a few inches further into Marion's twat and the confused woman realized that she was doing the right thing. It was completely painless and she was being turned on every bit as much as she would have been with one of her own animal lovers.
The snake filled her absolutely to capacity and she could feel its thick head bumping into her uterus. It felt good to have to wiggling around inside her and she knew that she would soon be able to have an orgasm. It would take a little longer than usual but it was definitely going to happen.
She lay back and started to rub her hands over her nipples, which had turned hard and red from sexual excitement. Yes, this was the real thing, the thing she had been searching for with her other lovers. The snake was beginning to prove itself as the most stimulating lover of all.
The snake continued to crawl into her pussy. There was none of the thrusting motion she was accustomed to but his sinuous body was more than enough to turn her on. She could feel his muscles as they flexed and relaxed, driving her to the verge of sexual release.
Soon her cunt began to water copiously and Marion knew that she could not hold back for much longer. Her feelings of guilt and strangeness had evaporated completely. Now she could fuck the snake with a clear conscience. All she had to do was lay there and wait for the beast to bring her to orgasm, which was just about to occur.
Then her muscles began to stiffen compulsively. Marion felt a wave of fire passing through her limbs and knew that her time had come. She held her breath and closed her eyes. Soon she could feel her dripping cunt beginning to clamp down on the snake's agile sinuous body.
Then, she began to moan won ecstasy, much to the delight of her beautiful hostess. Her cunt contracted one last time and then the juices began to flow. Marion had one of the strongest orgasms of her entire life. It seemed to go on forever and she was totally exhausted when her passion had at last run its course. "That was really something," she announced as soon as she caught her breath. "I never thought it could be that way. It was really amazing."
"I knew you'd like it," Carla responded. "It was really great to watch you. I wanted to join in myself."
The two women began to continue their conversation, with Carla doing most of the talking. She explained that a snake was a perfect lover, since it combined the shape of a penis with the savagery of an animal. She had been fucking snakes since the age of twelve.
She went on to describe her job a little further, telling Marion that it did not involve fucking the snakes on stage. That would have been alright with her, but it would have made her liable to arrest. Cleveland with still somewhat backward when it came to obscenity laws.
"I don't know," Marion announced. "I mean it was great in a purely physical way, but I still feel kind of guilty about it, if you know what I mean."
"Sure," Carla replied. "Your whole life you were taught to think of snakes as evil, the pet of Satan. But now you know that that's all a crock of shit."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Marion replied.
Carla decided that her friend could use a drink. She excused herself and walked into the kitchen to mix a round of martinis. Carla was absolutely beautiful from the rear and Marion could not help but stare long and hard at her retreating shapely buttocks.
Yes, she thought when Carla was gone, I'm really learning something about myself now. This is what I wanted all along even if I never knew it. If Carla lets me stay here I should have things straightened out in no time at all.
Carla returned with the drinks and sat down beside her new friend. They continued their conversation for awhile and then Carta asked her if she had had many lovers before marrying Jim. Marion replied that such was indeed the case. She explained how she had futilely sought satisfaction with a whole string of men before her marriage.
Carla listened carefully before making her next suggestion. She told Marion that the one thing missing from her experience was a lesbian interlude. It took several minutes for Marion to understand what she meant.
"Do you mean you want to go to bed with me?" she asked nervously. "I hadn't expected that."
"Well you don't have to do it if you don't want to," Carla responded. "But it seems kind of foolish for you to hold back, after you've gone this far."
"I know," Marion answered. "But it's funny; I'm more scared of you than I am of the snakes."
Carla told her not to be afraid about sex. She was a grown woman now and owed it to herself to experiment with every form of sexual gratification. She then got up from her chair and started to walk into the bedroom.
It was not a subtle hint but it was certainly effective. Marion sat in her chair for a few seconds and then decided that her friend had been absolutely correct. There was no reason at all for them not to make it together. She got up and walked slowly into the bedroom, knowing instinctively that she was doing the right thing.
CHAPTER NINE
Marion opened the door to the bedroom and found Carla standing naked next to the bed. She herself was wearing only a bathrobe that her hostess had provided, which she slipped out of in a matter of seconds. Now she was herself, naked and ready to take Carla up on the offer.
It was the first time that Marion had ever been with another woman, but after what she had gone though with the snake, she knew that it would be easy. Besides, Carla was perfectly right. She would have been a fool not to go to bed with her when she so obviously wanted to.
"Come on in to bed," Carla announced. "You're so beautiful, I can't wait to have you."
Marion did not bother to answer her lover in so many words. She took off the robe and laid it on a chair and then walked directly over to the bed. Carla took her in her arms and then kissed Marion flush on the mouth. At first Marion was too nervous to respond to the gesture.
But then she opened her mouth and allowed the tall girl to french kiss her. It felt great to have Carla's tongue probing in her mouth. It was a kiss that was gentle and sensuous at the same time. Yes, she thought, this is going to work out great for both of us.
Carla allowed her hands to wander down to Marion's heaving tits. The soft globes were surprisingly heavy but she manipulated them with ease. Carla had been with many women but Marion was by far the most desirable.
Marion lay back on the bed, abandoning herself completely to Carla. Carla lowered her head to Marion's luscious boobs and ran her tongue over the soft smooth skin. It was great to be with a woman again, particularly one as innocent and inexperienced as Marion. It added an element of seduction that never failed to turn her on.
As for Marion, she was enjoying everything that Carla was doing to her. Her nipples had turned hard and red and puckered under Carla's expert caresses and she wanted nothing more than to have the woman eat out her pussy. Unfortunately, she was far too shy to suggest it.
But Carla did not keep her new mistress waiting for long. She relinquished Marion's tits and then moved her body down on the bed so that her head was directly before Marion's dripping pussy. All she had to do now was part the girl's legs and get down to business.
Marion parted her shapely thighs and watched with interest as Carla began to eat her out. Her clitoris was wildly throbbing and then the talented snake charmer used her fingers and tongue to stimulate it all the more. Marion knew that she would come in record time.
She lay back and closed her eyes, reaching down to hold Carla's head close to her body. The dark girl's talented tongue slid into Marion's twat and then she knew that she was doing the right thing. No man had ever turned her on that way. Carla was an incredibly adroit lover.
Carla continued to eat out her friend's pussy for several minutes, knowing that not much more was needed to bring the passionate Marion to orgasm. She shoved her tongue in again and again, eating out every available inch of the luscious cunt that gaped before her staring eyes.
She held onto Marion by the hips, anchoring the beautiful woman to the bed. Marion began to groan aloud with passion and then felt a wave of lust pass through her body. It was an unmistakable signal that she was ready to come, ready to fire her juices into Carla's hungry mouth.
Then her cunt began to contract wildly and she knew she was there. A river of cunt honey flowed out of her gaping hole and Carla drank the stuff down like it was pure honey. She was absolutely delighted with her new roommate who had shown that she could be passionate with a woman as well as with her various animal lovers.
"That was really something," Marion commented as soon as her passion had subsided. "I never thought it could be so good with a woman."
"Well, now you know," Carla answered cheerfully. "I knew you would like it if you gave it half a chance."
Marion was all set to return the favor but soon found that she was far too sleepy to do so. She kissed Carla a few times but then found herself drifting off to sleep. Well, Carla would just have to wait until the next day to teach her a little more about lesbian lovemaking.
Marion slept without dreaming and she was awakened seven hours later when Carla got out of bed. She was still too sleepy to be alert but Carla soon told her to go back to bed. She had to go over to her place of employment to pick up a new costume, but would be back within two hours.
Marion dropped off to sleep again but woke up not much later. She got out of bed and dressed herself quickly. It was a beautiful day outside and she had the key to the apartment. She would be able to take a brief walk and still get back before her loving roommate.
Marion decided to go up on the roof to get a better look at the neighborhood. Carla's apartment was on the top floor and it was easy to climb the flight of wooden stairs and unlock the latched door. Soon she was looking out over the city, totally delighted with her new situation.
Then a rather strange thing happened to Marion. She saw a cat walking over the next rooftop, headed directly for where she was standing. The little beast seemed drawn to her as if by some magnetic pull. Well, it would be interesting to see what the animal wanted from her.
The cat, a large black male, jumped from one rooftop to the next and was soon purring at Marion's feet. She stroked him behind the ears and started to talk to the cat, telling him that there was nothing to fear. She would take him in and give him a new home with her friend Carla.
And together with their animals, Marion knew that she had found her new life.
