"It's not a social call, Lieutenant Ramm." the stunning, honey-colored blonde girl snapped, her pale-blue eyes crisp and leveled on his pleasantly surprised, aquiline features. A young policewoman closed the door behind Anne and the blonde girl stood firmly planted in the center of the dingy dirty-windowed office, glaring at the tall, gaunt young man folded into the too-large chair behind a cluttered and scarred desk.
"That's acting Lieutenant, Mrs. Ramm," he reminded his estranged young wife, his shy, good-looking face unable to deny its pleased grin as he arose to his feet, setting his pipe in the ashtray. His discerning gray eyes swept quickly over her softly rounded curves which the smart, short-skirted nurse-uniform enhanced to perfection. She was radiant in white. . . the way he remembered her more and more these days.
"I'm here to arrive at an understanding, nothing more," she clipped, but at the same time noticing particularly the way his Adam's apple moved up and down when he spoke, the loosened knot in his black knit tie and the frayed collar of the shirt he wore. He'd fallen right back into his old careless routine without her to, look after him... and that elbow-patched tweed jacket why hadn't she thrown that away?
"Well, don't you sit down? I'll dust off a chair for you," he said, and was sorry immediately afterwards. Mere seconds in each other's company and already the sparks were flying. All the same, he continued to smile with warmth, pleased to see her after a month's separation, his heart quickening in his chest at the wonder of her long golden hair swept atop her beautiful head in a striking professional coiffeur. "Sorry. . . that was unnecessary on my part," he apologized. "Please sit down. . . it's good to see you, Ann."
Ann Ramm swallowed at the tightness the gentle tone of his voice immediately brought to her throat. She accepted the offered chair, trying to hide her emotion as he moved back into the body-battered leather one he could never physically fill. "It's about the divorce, Dave. . . that's why I came."
"I see," he replied, slipping down into the late Vic Marshall's throne of authority and lacing his long, bony fingers over his lean non-belly while she tried not to let him notice how closely she was watching his every move and deeply remembered gesture. "W -What about the divorce . . . assuming you've settled your mind to that end?"
She glanced at him, her large, heavy lashed eyes defensively searching his. "You know how I feel. Divorce is the last move. I was brought up to look on it as a stigma, and I haven't changed, Dave. But I know that even my parents, if they were alive, would understand."
"Would they?"
"Yes! And that hasn't a damned thing to do with it, anyway!"
"What does?"
"You know what does. . . oh, I didn't come here to go all through that with you again!" the blonde beauty sharply retorted. "I merely wanted to let you know that I'm filing proceedings. My attorney insisted he should inform you, but I wouldn't let him. Maybe, I should have."
"You still love me, don't you, Ann?" he questioned softly.
She stared at him for a moment. "I've never denied that."
"And I love you! So what the hell are we doing?" he said, squirming upright in that huge chair and leaning across the desk. "Why aren't we seeing each other every night and ironing this nonsense out. . . getting back to being husband and wife of six months standing?"
"Nonsense? Nonsense! You can sleeping with some. . . some bitch nonsense? Then, having the unmitigated gall to explain it of as being in the line of duty!"
"It was! You know it was! The only way I could get to Cusik was through his mistress, and it worked! He's on his way up the river with a twenty year old stretch ahead of him!"
"To hell with his twenty year stretch! And to hell with your 'line of duty' ridiculousness! To hell with the whole damned mess! Ann raged in a shrill" voice she couldn't begin to contain. "I don't care if you sleep with every whore in Los Angeles and camouflage it with the label of brilliant undercover work! I've already made my decision! And it isn't any different than it was five weeks ago when I left you! Either you quit this filthy job that considers adultery in the line of duty perfectly in keeping with married life, or we don't even discuss reconciliation! That's final!"
"Shhhhh . . . Christ, baby, they'll hear you all over the building," Dave pleaded, getting to his feet. "Now calm down, will you?"
"Ha! I hope they hear me all over the world!" Ann Ramm spat, getting to her feet. "I -If you want to know the truth, I came here this afternoon with a faint glimmer of hope that you and I might be able to begin seeing eye-to-eye, basing it all on the fact that we did, do, and probably will always love one another! I had even determined in my thin-skinned head to forgive you! Yes, forgive you, Dave Ramm for carrying on with another woman! But. . . but now, I can easily see how stupid all of that was! This. . . this "authoritative" position, sitting in the big chair, being Lieutenant Ramm has added that extra bit of head-swelling you never heeded!"
"Ann! For Christ's sake, will you calm down!
We happen to be in a police precinct!" Dave begged, moving to place his hands on her shoulders with meaningful emphasis. "Look, we'll go to dinner tonight and we'll discuss everything, okay?"
"I'd rather eat with a snake!" she hissed, angrily brushing his big hands away.
"Okay, okay... whatever you say, baby, but. . . but not here, please?"
She was breathing rapidly, her rancor not something born of the moment but deeply imbedded. Backing away, the young blonde sighed heavily, attempting to regain control of herself. Inside, she ached, not only with the pain from their immediate exchange, but more from the realization that she couldn't reach him . . . and she loved him! Oh God, what a stupid, selfish, introverted bastard he was!
The knock and sudden opening of the door by the young policewoman startled her. .
"Yes, Kline?" Dave's measured voice responded.
"Mrs. Marshall is here, Lieutenant. Do you want her in here or taken down to line-up?"
"Have her come in here, please."
"Yes, sir."
He picked up his pipe, another habitual reaction, indicating he was sinking away in thought. Ann watched him, her inner hostility dissolving, his every familiar move tugging at a heartstring.
"It's Vic's wife Bonnie," he said without looking directly at Ann, referring to the dead owner of the huge chair he was occupying. Suddenly, she began to feel terribly small. "We've picked up a suspect," he went on, brushing the tip of the pipe stem along the straight line of his thin upper lip. "He has a healing wound in his left arm . . . from a bullet we think. . . and it was in the left arm she was sure she'd hit him. Well..". we'll see. . . Bonnie's the only one who saw them both, except Vie and the dog... and Vic's dead. .. You want to stay, or leave?"
"Would you like me to stay?" she asked softly.
"Hell, you know I would, Ann! We've got to talk. . get things right between us again!" he insisted. "And listen, how about dinner tonight?"
She nodded and smiled, her eyes betraying her true feeling. "I'd like that, Dave. About eight? "
"Beautiful."
The door opened and he stood, leaving his sentence unfinished. A massive, muzzled German shepherd led the tall and shapely brunette into the room. Her smile was tight and expectantly drawn, yet Ann couldn't help but notice how ravishingly well she wore mourning black, especially a frock as provocatively fitted to her eye-catching contours as this short-skirted affair that revealed an elegant display of envious legs and thighs.
"You remember my wife Ann, don't you?" Dave was saying as he petted the powerful, leashed dog's huge head while the animal whimpered and brushed fondly against him.
"Of course," Bonnie Marshall replied, her onyx eyes sparkling with her smile. "How are you, Ann?"
"Well, thank you," Ann replied. "And you, you're looking fine, Bonnie!" she complimented with sincerity, remembering that the striking brunette was only three years her senior. They had met at several police social functions, and Ann recalled her own surprise when she'd first learned that the twenty-eight year old beauty was the white-haired, middle-aged Vic Marshall's wife.
"I-I guess I'm going to make it now. . . the initial shock lessens a little more each day," the dark-eyed, short-haired young widow sighed.
"Shep makes it all easier," she added, smiling affectionately at the handsome German shepherd. "I really should thank you for him, Dave. . . talking the Chief into letting me keep him."
"Actually, a police-trained dog like Shep only works good with one master, and Vic was that," Dave replied. "Shep had three years on the force and that's enough. . . though too many of them can never be rehabilitated into a normal dog's existence. I'd advise you to keep him muzzled on the street for sometime yet."
"Oh, I do, but he's as gentle as a lamb, Dave," Bonnie Marshall said, never losing that warm smile of attachment as she gazed down at the great, tail-wagging animal. "Well now. . . what is this all about. . . your phone call?"
"Sit for a moment, Bonnie, and get yourself calmed down before we get to line-up Ann's gangly, thirty-two year old husband suggested, offering the young widow a chair. "I hate like poison to put you through this, but you're the only person who can identify either of them."
"You mean, you've caught them?" Bonnie almost gasped, a visible shiver running over her. She reached out as if subconsciously to hug the big German shepherd seated beside her... a gesture of reassurance, Ann thought, as a sympathetic quiver creeped along her own spine.
"A young man was picked up last night in downtown L.A. on suspicion of 'pushing', but he turned out clean. However, he has what looks like a healing bullet wound in his upper left arm he can't readily explain. That's where the bullet you fired was suppose to have struck, wasn't it? "
"Y - Yes. . . that is, I think it did. . . " she stammered, hugging Shep tighter. "I don't know. . . not really I don't, Dave. .. My God, it all happened so fast. . . and then, there was Vic covered with blood slumping from his chair, and Shep's beautiful head bleeding... oh God. . . I-I don't want to think about it."
Ann's reaction was professional as she quickly moved to the other girl's side and took her hand. "The young nurse shook her blonde head sharply at her estranged husband in a silent demand for him to stop. "There now, don't get all worked up, Bonnie," she said in a calming, efficient tone.
"I-I can't help it, Ann... whenever I remember that horrible night" the brunette began to sob, accepting the facial tissue the younger girl produced from her purse. "God. . . I just can't help it."
"Of course you can't," Ann sympathized. "But just relax for a few moments and don't think of anything, dear."
Dave hadn't expected the widow's nerve-ends would still be so close to the surface. He had never known her all that well, but she had always struck him as the gutsy type, not a china-doll ready to shatter at the least jar. On the other hand, she'd been through one hell of an ordeal, too, seeing her husband murdered right before her eyes and that only a month ago. .. Yeah, maybe he was getting as callused as Ann said he was.
"I -I'll be all right now," the attractive brunette assured his concerned young wife. "Wh-what do you want me to do, Dave?"
"Just look at the line-up and see if you recognize him," the acting lieutenant said. "He won't be able to see you."
" And if I do recognize him?"
"We'll hold him for questioning. If not, we'll let him go."
Bonnie looked at Ann. "Will you come too? I-I think I'll feel better with you beside me, Ann."
"Of course, whenever you're ready, dear," the younger girl replied.
It was all familiar territory to Bonnie Marshall. In the course of her three year marriage to her deceased fifty year old husband, she had spent considerable time in the precinct headquarters he'd governed with an iron hand. At least, in that first year she had, before something unbelievable had suddenly happened to begin quaking her whole new world, Even now, she couldn't put her finger on that particular something, but it had been there way back then, only a tiny sore at first, hardly distinguishable, and finally a cancerous torment which had spread to eat and rot the very body of their marriage. She would have left him had he lived, her plans already drawn, Shep alone holding her in that house where Vic Marshall came less and less to hang his hat. Even now she couldn't believe that Dave Ramm and others under him didn't know, but it was different once they were dead, wasn't it . . . as if they had done their final penance and must be granted absolution.
"In here, ladies," Dave said, opening the door into the darkened room where only the stage-like affair glowed blindingly from the klieg lights. Shep led them and a policewoman seated them.
Bonnie caught tightly to Ann's hand when five men were ushered onto the stage to line up and face the front, advised by an amplified voice to raise their heads, stand left, then right. She saw him immediately, young with broad shoulders and brutish-faced, a mean twist to his colorless lips. Her blood iced. Shep began to growl viciously, pulling at the leash Dave held, "Which one, Bonnie?" the acting lieutenant pressed, "Count him off from the left."
"I-I'm not sure," the trembling widow almost whimpered as she squeezed Ann's small hand with a hurtful tightness, "T -The third one, I think,"
"From the left?" Dave questioned, wanting to be certain.
"Y-Yes. . . oh God, I don't know, Dave! I'm not sure!" she gasped, feeling in her own heart that she, herself was the real murderer! "I don't know, I don't know!"
Two things happened then: Bonnie Marshall bolted to her feet and ran from the room in to the corridor, while Shep leaped forward, jerking loose from Dave's distracted grip to charge the stage and pounce on the young brutish-faced man! Later, upstairs in his office, the acting Lieutenant said: "It's just a damn good thing the dog was muzzled, or one Virgil Golde might be throatless right now"
"Oh. . . I'm sorry, Dave. . . I shouldn't have ran out like that," Bonnie Marshall apologized. "I could have handled him. . . but. . . but I just couldn't help myself."
"Hell, it was probably a good thing that you did, Bonnie. . . Here, drink this. . . it's brandy," Dave said, handing the small glass to Ann. "Shep's picking him out like he did ought to cinch your identification. There's no doubt; Golde was one of them... the one you shot. . . but you have to attest to that, Bonnie. Shep's recognition means nothing unless you verify it."
"I tell you, I-I'm not sure, Dave!" the distraught widow emphatically exclaimed, her tone unnaturally high-pitched. "I-I just can't accuse that man unless I'm certain, can I? Y-You wouldn't want me to do that."
Dave Ramm's lean jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it! The rage in his own wife's beautiful blue-eyes for him, he could understand - she was at the moment ethically concerned for the nearly hysterical girl's well-being. But Bonnie Marshall's unexpected reaction left him numbed. . . as well as helpless! He had nothing to hold Virgil Golde on without her positive identification! Damn! She was lying. . . had to be! But why? He started to speak .. .
"No more, Dave!" Ann vehemently ordered.
"Can't you see that she's not up to it?" "Ann, for Christ's sake, we're dealing with murder, and a policeman's murder at that!" the gaunt young officer snapped at his interfering wife. "Shep didn't make a mistake! We might, but he wouldn't! If that man's let free there's no telling."
"Dave! Stop it! Do you hear me? I demand you stop this instant!" the enraged blonde girl hissed with all the authority necessary to make him throw his hands in the air and slump down into the big groaning chair. "Now. . . I'm going to see that she gets home, and don't you dare let anyone here bother her again today! Is that clear?"
"Why yes, that's perfectly clear, Mrs. Ramm . . . anything you say! Far be it from us in this precinct to cause anyone discomfort!" her rankled husband replied through clenched teeth. "And in the meantime, we'll just let that naughty man trot off . . . after we apologize for detaining him, of course!"
"Dave, I'm sorry... I am!" Bonnie whimpered, her full lower lip trembling, her beautiful dark eyes puddled in tear. "I-I just couldn't. . . don't you see? I-I couldn't!"
Hell, no, he couldn't see! He couldn't do a goddamned thing but sit there like a goof and watch his lovely-assed wife ridiculously walk his only witness right out from under his nose! Why didn't he stop them? He was too fucking dumbstruck, that's why. . . and what was more, he didn't know what the hell he was going to do next.
The moment Ann Ramm had left her home, Bonnie Marshall poured herself a stiff Scotch over ice and slumped into a living room chair With Shep stretched out at her feet. God, she'd never needed a drink more, and that was saying something, corning from a girl who had never touched the stuff up until three months passed. She still trembled uncontrollably, the vivid mask of his brutish face burned into her brain. Thank God, Ann had been there, or she might have gone completely to pieces!
She'd done a terrible thing in not identifying him, the attractive, still shuddering young widow realized as she sipped heavily from her glass. Though, in all truth, it hadn't been him who had killed her sadistic husband... the other had fired the gun. . . but his life's blood stained her hands and always would, she knew.
Bonnie leaned her aching young head back exhaustedly onto the rim of the chair and stared at the white blankness of the ceiling. Visions began to form there as always, not all unpleasant mental scenes, the happiest ones in her life as a matter-of-fact. . . but that had been in the beginning.
She had met Vic Marshall in a bar, just a casual meeting over a pre-dinner cocktail. She had just left the Insurance Company where five years of her young life had been happily spent as an efficient secretary to a minor executive. On the rebound from a broken love affair of eighteen months with a conceited young ass she'd fallen in love with and damn near married, Bonnie supposed she was prime meat for the big, gray-haired, handsome police lieutenant who was old enough to be her father.
He'd said he wasn't married, but she hadn't believed him. A man of his caliber, forty-five, and not married? She'd refused his dinner offer, yet dropped into the same bar several days later at the same time to find him there. --How gentlemanly he had been, soft spoken, too, with a certain kindness in his eyes that reached her. And he hadn't lied; he'd never married . . . but he'd minimized a fact, he was really forty-seven, he'd admitted. That night and many more to come, Bonnie Davis had enjoyed dinner with him, and before he'd ever asked her to become Mrs. Marshall, she'd slept with him.
What happens to a man? How can he be so beautiful and at the same time a cruel, vicious beast, lower than that, even Shep was a beast, and yet his tail contained more respectability than Vie Marshall's whole being! He'd been two people, a Jekyll-Hyde, but even now his voluptuous brunette widow couldn't fathom how something hadn't given her an inkling of his true character - an expression of his, or one of the officer's faces at the precinct the many, many times she stopped in to see him both before and after their marriage.
Fear. . . yes, that was it, fear on their part. He'd been strong politically on the force after twenty years, in line for a meaningful promotion downtown, but he hadn't wanted it.
"I don't want to get stuck behind some goddamned desk, baby," he'd said time and again. "I belong out here in the boondocks where they need seasoned old timers. . . cops. . . and that's all I am. Like I told the Commissioner, "Don't make a general of your best combat captain!"
God! How shrewd he was. She might have guessed that they couldn't own two new cars every year, an upper middle-class home in the thirty thousand dollar bracket and take a month's vacation in Europe on a police lieutenant's salary. But she hadn't guessed. She'd been a deliciously blinded Cinderella in a make-believe world, reveling in her sand castle. . . and refusing to acknowledge that there was a sore spot which seemed to be spreading wider and wider beneath the surface of their marriage.
Sex, she loved! From the first, he had made it beautiful for her... oh, with deviations for certain, but they were the norm these enlightened days and she was more than just a little pleased that a wife didn't have to keep secret her own non-puritan desires. She loved to suck him, and went nearly mad when he crawled between her widespread legs to tongue her into a frenzy. Sometimes, they'd do it together, and hardly a Sunday morning ever went by when she didn't awaken him by slipping down in the bed and sucking him all the way till he'd cum in her mouth and filled her with his hot sticky semen.
God, he'd been so wonderful that first year. . . and then, the soreness which she had refused to recognize had begun to spread. Her non-puritan desires began to seem tame in comparison. The first night she had refused and he'd laughed with a harshness she'd never forget as he tied her spread-eagled to the bed, then had brutally taken her! But what had been worse, she couldn't lay it to liquor, for he seldom drank, and he was death on drugs! Time and again, it happened, his actual roping her into obscene positions and his cruel rapings, her own desire either deadened or dying by his inhuman and unceasing degradations of her young body!
As well, he would make Shep, his constant companion and police-trained German shepherd, sit by the bed and whimperingly watch. She hadn't known then the depths of the meaning behind his cruel act. He had been taunting the handsome animal, too! For months, it went on, until the cancer had eaten away the foundation of any love they'd ever had together and she had long since decided that divorce was the only escape, but it wasn't.
He had threatened her if she ever thought of leaving him. He delighted in throwing in her face all the things he had given her, that she would never have had or seen if it hadn't been for him.
And how did she suppose he'd done it? "The take"! What else! HE made them pay, and more ways than one! And when a punk-bastard got out of line, he didn't wait for the strong arm of the law... I castrate them, baby! Then, I shove their bloody nuts in their mouth and blow their brains out! Those who live after, know and pay their farthings to the man, eh . . . eh?"
That night, he had brought home a teenage girl he'd picked up on a street comer after curfew, a whimpering child developed in body and trembling like a whipped animal. He'd awakened Bonnie from a sound sleep and ordered her to strip. . . they were going to have "a party"! She tried to reason with him, but he slapped her - the first time ever.
"Get on the bed, bitch! You're going to learn what I do to whores who don't payoff!"
She moved to obey him, then, afraid to do otherwise. He tied her then, hands and feet, obscenely positioned on her knees, then ordered Shep up behind her! "Do it you goddamned hound! Show her the way we treat whores like while I fuck this sweet little gem!"
Bonnie remembered vividly the teenager's screams, but more than all else, she remembered the first night beneath the animal beauty of the handsome German shepherd now lying quietly at her feet, and the many times which followed, both unwanting... and passionately wanting!
Had it not been for Shep, she would have left Vic Marshall long before that fatal night. The magnificent animal had truly entranced her and the thought of leaving him behind had been more than she could live with. The incredible rapport between them was deeper than any hate she held for her cruel husband. God, if that beautiful animal had been human, there would never have been a question!
They came one night. She'd been in the kitchen and dinner was ready. It was late, near ten, but Vic had come home only an hour or so earlier wearing a troubled expression and she knew better than to question it. Besides, she had plans of her own encompassing escape and stealing Shep, plans which required the utmost thought and patience, and she welcomed extra time to think. Finally, she had gone to call him, approaching his den door and hearing the foreign voices barking harshly.
"You bastard, Marshall... you goddamned crooked fuzz! You're dead. . . along with your whore-fucking mutt! The boss says blow your face off, and that's what I'm going to do!"
Thinking about it now, Bonnie could hardly believe that she had done what she had. . . walking to the bedroom and getting the revolver Vic kept in the bedside stand. They were still talking, threatening, cursing when she threw open the door! She saw them standing with leveled guns on both her husband and Shep, who Vic had ordered to stay! They must have seen her at the same time! There was a split-second for her to measure! She saw the brutish look on the face of the one aiming at Shep, the other gunman nothing more than a blur! She'd raised the weapon and fired, spoiling his aim and saving the German shepherd's life. . . at the cost of her husband's!
And she wasn't sorry!
Chapter Two
The mighty German shepherd lay placidly at his dark-eyed mistress's feet, very much aware of the many times she filled the glass with liquid then consumed it. The sight pleased him just as did her beauty and the cooing sounds she had begun to make down at him, for he associated all of this with expectant physical pleasure to come. Instinctively, he knew that very soon she would move from the chair and bid him to follow her into the bedroom. That had been their daily routine since his male master had gone away.
Bonnie wasn't certain whether it was five or six Scotches she'd drunk since Ann Ramm had, accompanied her home. It was unimportant anyway. . . at least she felt better, relaxed and uplifted once more. Not even her lapse into bitter reveries depressed her to the terrible extent they had at first, and it was only the soothing effects of the liquor, plus the love of the big handsome darling at her feet that had done it . . . helped her keep her sanity. Her life would be totally empty and meaningless without Shep. Was it any wonder she should be plagued with jealousy whenever a neighboring wife, or any female for that matter, gushed over him? And lately there'd been several such times when she'd let him out for a little exercise, muzzled of course, that he'd wandered off and she had found him in a neighboring yard. Invariably, when she located him, there had been a house-frau involved, perhaps merely petting him, but that in itself was enough to make Bonnie angrily suspicious. There wasn't a bitch in the whole neighborhood who wouldn't take advantage of him, she felt, given the opportunity.
"Well, baby, I think Bonnie's going to eliminate those opportunities," she said aloud with a rather thick tongue. "She doesn't intend to share her big lover. . . and something tells her that you might not be too discriminating. . . you old lecher." The massive animal got to his feet at the inviting tone of her soft husky voice, moving closer to rest his big head in the little valley her firm full thighs made beneath the short, hitched-up skirt of her dress. Her small, slender hand brushed lovingly over the furry crown between his erect, regal ears and he whimpered up at her. She felt the heat of his animal beauty against the smooth flesh of her sensitive inner thighs through the thin silky material of her dress and where his sniffing nose lightly pressured at the base of her belly. As always, a tiny spasm of sensual arousal stirred inside her, along with the knowledge of where it would very soon lead them.
God, the beautiful sensations of passion Shep had brought her, even before Vic's death! She had only to reflect on their forbidden delights for the briefest of moments to set her right off. She could never get, enough of his savage love-making, the young voluptuous widow shamelessly thought as she sensed her breathing excitedly increasing and growing shorter at the feel of his soft furry head nuzzling snugly against the susceptible area of her warmly kindling loins. He whined up from her lap and she squirmed down lower in the chair, her wriggling movements hitching her skirt up higher around her generous hips until the sheer black nylon of her tight bikini panties came into view, the soft raven curls of her pubic hair narcissistically visible to her through the filmy fabric. She spread her legs slightly then, opening her exposed white thighs to the dog, a crazy thrill tingling up her spine at the sight of his dark head against their smooth white fullness and the narrow strip of nylon lewdly hugging the swollen little mound hidden there.
The cool wetness of Shep's nose brushed against one satiny inner thigh as he pressed forward and sniffed. Bonnie jerked in reflex to the erotic contact with the soft pantied flesh of her vaginal lips, sensing the moistness already seeping down between the fleshy folds to dampen the thin wisp of black nylon covering. He smelled her rising heat, she knew, as again he whimpered, then licked out with his long red tongue to graze upward over the feverish mound of her pussy, raising a gasp of incited desire from her throat.
"Oh, you luscious doll, you!" the dark-haired girl softly exclaimed, gleaming little fires of lust beginning to sparkle in her round, onyx eyes. "Let's be real naughty and do it right here on the living room floor, baby, okay?" she said, lurid impulses of sensuality flitting pen-mell through her roused belly and loins at the added deviation to their unnatural acts. "You don't care where we do it, do you, as long as Bonnie lets you? You handsome lover. . . let Bonnie get out of these damned clothes."
Quickly, the statuesque brunette got to her feet and began to strip while Shep sat back on his haunches to watch intently with his unwavering brown eyes.
"Darling, darling, how I wish you could talk to me!" she said, looking down to where the big German shepherd rested while she almost teasingly slipped out of her few pieces of clothing. "Then I could ask you, do you like to see me all naked like this, posing before you? What would you answer,. I wonder... that I have a beautiful body. . . that you love my firm white breasts with their little berry-like nipples. . . the sleek roundness of my hips. . . my long legs. . . because they are very nice legs, lover, and I know it!"
She ran to him then, dropping onto her knees to hug his furry neck, her full, upthrust breasts and softly shaped buttocks dancing nakedly to bring her an added quiver of desire in the sensitive flesh up between her legs. She kissed him on top of the head, and his cool wet nose brushed into the deep valley between the lush white mounds of her breasts, his warm tongue lovingly following to send an electric-like sensation of excitement spiraling up her spine. She cooed and hugged him to her naked flesh, then scooted her buttocks backward on the carpeting, lying back until she was flat on the floor with her long legs spread lewdly open before the huge dog. Her liquor-glazed eyes gleamed as she stared into his dark brown pools of love. He was waiting, she knew, for her command.
"Come on, darling... Bonnie needs you bad. . . as always!" .
He came forward. Never did he seem so big as when she watched him moving upward between her scissored-open thighs, his powerful furry body never ceasing to almost fearfully excite her. God, how those poor girls Vic had cruelly used him to rape must have cringed in horror. . . but they didn't know how wonderful he was, anymore than she had known that first terrifying night.
Shep instinctively sensed his mistress's momentary apprehension and whimpered, wagging his crescented tail in the usual reassurance. The blood raced hotly through his muscular body as he slowly eased up between the slender white columns of her welcoming legs to pause just above the soft hair-fringed mound where the perfume scent of her loins wafted heatedly up at him.
Bonnie tensed as his beautiful head lowered and she could feel the warmth of his animal-breath panting against the wispy dark curls adorning her feverish pussy. She waited for his cool nose to once more brush the sensitive flesh of her tremoring inner-thigh. . . and then the passion-flushed lips of her hotly anticipating cuntal crevice! She heard his throat sound as he sniffed at her vulnerable loins before his long, fluid tongue began its wet ravaging of her hot, greedy flesh.
The young naked widow gasped and squirmed beneath the fiery pleasure of the dog's forbidden caresses, watching with raised head as his long pink tongue relentlessly licked and splayed through the tender liquid slit of her cunt offered up to him with affection and lust. She felt its sleek wet animal length raking hotly over the little puckered ring of her anus, laving up and down again and again through the smooth crevice separating her now widespread buttocks before returning to her seething pussy. Then for awhile it toiled there, an ardent ravisher, unceasing and at last worming up into her tightly clasping vagina with an invading curl that caused her body to excitedly convulse at its obscene penetration deep up into her simmering cuntal depths.
Seconds later, the dog's tongue found the tiny erect bud of her quivering clitoris and Bonnie moaned aloud with the heady rapture! Oh God, it was so beautiful. . . always so intoxicatingly beautiful. . . and for that, if nothing else, she could thank the brute of a sadist she had called husband. . . ahhh, oh God, Shep's glorious animal tongue! But suddenly, he was backing away and gaping at her through those limpid brown eyes! Yes, it was time, prime time, she thought as she smiled salaciously down at him. She leaned to the right to look closely at the dog's loins, but his lust-quenching penis hadn't appeared yet, though she could see his heavy canine testicles had begun to bloat with sperm.
"All right, Shep darling, Bonnie knows what you want!" she wantonly whispered, suddenly turning over onto her belly and twisting her head so that she could look back over her shoulder and talk to him. "Time to fuck me isn't it, lover?" she hissed, the deliberate use of obscenities feeding her mounting lust. She drew her knees up beneath her and spread them wide apart, lowering her head to the rug to elevate the rounded moons of her soft white buttocks high for him. The tiny hardened nipples of her swollen breasts tingled as they grazed against the rough carpeting, and she said: "There, darling, does Bonnie's wet pussy look exciting to you? Let me see your big, handsome cock! Hurry up! Get it out in the open where Mama can see it!"
She reached back then with both hands to clutch at the yielding ovaled cheeks of her lush buttocks and pull them obscenely apart. "Now, Shep darling! Up! Do it. . . fuck Bonnie with your wonderful, big cock!"
As many times as the massive brute had mounted her in the past weeks, the curvaceous young widow couldn't escape the intense sensation of tremulous excitement his powerful furry body caused as he crowded in behind her nakedly upraised buttocks. She held her breath as he stood up abruptly on his hind legs, his strong forepaws grasping at her waiting hips. She twisted her head to look back at the lewdly inciting spectacle, her lust-charged brain, as always, fired still more at the sight of their obscene positioning. The total immorality of the huge German Shepherd mounting the spread white cheeks of her exposed buttocks generated wild sensations of raging desire and sent them whipping through her impassioned young body.
Then, she saw it . . . the breath-taking length of his huge scarlet cock inching from its long beige-furred sheath, dripping hard, the tapered head waggling and dancing forward as it moved close to probe the wet pink split of her hungry pussy! She felt his strong body jerk tensely against the resilient flesh of her lifted buttocks. . . saw the dangling thickness of his blood-engorged hardness trying to penetrate the narrow vertical mouth of her vagina!
A desperate growl from deep in the dog's throat came down to her, his clutching forelegs pressing more demandingly into the soft tender flesh of her naked hips as he floundered on his hind legs, eagerly trying to embed the sleek arrow of glistening red penile-flesh up inside her desire-inflamed pussy from behind.
Oh, the wonderful angel, Bonnie thought as she reached back between het widespread legs to grasp the hot, spear-like lance and guide it toward her moistly nibbling vaginal lips, knowing even as she did it that there would be that excruciating moment of blinding, painful torment! And it came! Once knowingly insinuated, the long thick rod of animal flesh burst from her clutching hand to spread apart her soft hair-fringed pussy lips and force its way up into her tight, lust-slickened vaginal passage with all the subtlety of a train collision, rippling the wanting, stretching walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!
Bonnie gasped for lost breath as the huge length of swollen dog-cock expanded and filled her shocked cuntal passage with a delicious stuffing agony, its pointed rubbery end pummeling against the tender tip of her sensitive cervix! She gasped out uncontrollably beneath his immediate brutal fucking, while the trained brute growled his own guttural sound of male dominance, beginning to savagely hump his powerful flanks as he fucked with animal instinct deep up into her yielding vagina.
The sensations were not unfamiliar to Bonnie Marshall, but never would they be "old-hat". Her liquor-fired brain vibrated with her pounding blood while her voluptuous white body, bent in its nakedness before the ravaging German shepherd, quivered and convulsed in the throes of lustful intoxication. Her vaginal passage felt as though it had been rammed with a point-hewn baseball bat, even as blinding spasms of intensive passion filled her needful body, in her torment she still tried to raise her ass-cheeks higher and tighter back against her rutting lover's thick bestial hardness!
She tried to look down between her legs to watch their obscene coupling more closely, but as always Shep's battering charges as he clutched possessively at her naked waist and hips made it almost impossible. Her full breasts, swaying down below her kneeling torso, rippled like quivering marshmallows to half block her view as she watched the police dog hammering up in to her! Fucking unhumanly, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting! Like a burning rod of flesh-sizzling delight it slithered in and out of her ravenously clasping cuntal channel, spreading the sensitive flesh open wider and wider as the beautiful animal hammered his long, pulsating cock deeper and deeper up between her salaciously angled thighs!
Shep felt the warm love for this human female as always surging inside him, stronger than any feeling he had ever known. Before her there had been nothing. To be beaten and to be hungry, he remembered the same as he would never forget being taunted until he thought all humans were cruel. When they took the strap away from his mouth and said, "Charge"! he wanted to! They were his enemy. . . but not anymore. Not since whatever had happened to take away his master and he had come to know this mistress. He watched the upper portion of her smooth tapered back drop away to where her pretty face and warm breasts were flattened down against the carpet, the rounded mounds of her soft, resilient buttocks presented submissively to his rear assault. This. . . she, was his whole life, and he would die before leaving her and the love she gave him!
He sensed his long, rut-hardened penis slipping forward again and again with a wet charge until it was entirely sheathed in the clutching, moist heat of her tightly clinging, female passage, his swollen sperm-filled testicles swinging down hard against the heated wetness of her curling pubic hair. Eagerly, he bucked and battered into her soft cuntal flesh, listening to her tiny groaning noises and sensing the quivering nakedness of her smooth, velvety buttocks flattening up against his hard-tensed belly as he tried to skewer her on to the last remaining inch of his lengthening rod of throbbing hot dog-flesh!
The pain, Bonnie ignored, knowing the delights to come, and come they did, his canine cock settling in deep to raise those sensations inside her quivering belly! She felt the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the smooth half-moons of her naked ass-cheeks! She twisted her head down to look back beneath her kneeling body in lewd fascination as the burning scarlet rod raced forward with a wet, fierce drive, pistoning to the very hilt up into the clutching wetness of her friction-incited widow's cunt! Simultaneously, she saw his heavy sperm-bloated balls swing down to smack punishingly against the flat softness beneath her raven pussy-hair as he fucked with furious lunges deep into her spreading cunt from behind!
Jarred by the German shepherd's breast-rippling thrust, the sensually gasping brunette tried to concentrate on his long, battering cock-length hammering up into her, undulating her buttocks back to meet his powerful, ravaging strokes. Emotions of rank lust saturated her slaving nakedness as she thrust backward onto the thickening dog penis digging ever deeper into her softly tremoring belly from behind. There was no mercy in Shep's muscular fucking as he thudded against the soft give of her widespread ass-cheeks, his huge reaming cock an incessant rod of slippery, frictional joy sinking to its full length up into her hungering young belly! With whimpers of the naked, onyx-eyed girl rotated her buttocks lewdly back at him in an obscene frenzy, wantonly grinding her clinging human cuntal sheath over the huge scarlet length of his hardened animal penis!
The warning flashed suddenly through Bonnie's obscenely bent form - the unquestionable signal of cum! Yes, yes, she was going to, and very soon! The overwhelming feeling ripped through the churning depths of her loins and stabbed delight at her seething belly, as she whimpered on the very brink of her orgasm and strained to achieve it. With all her might, she concentrated on Shep's thick wet cock sinking deep into the yet softness of her roundly absorbing buttocks, his furred fucking timed in quick, vicious animal strokes. She imagined her own pink cuntal flesh clinging wetly to his massive hardness when he pulled out of her, then vanishing up inside again with his battering thrusts, his heavy cum-filled balls below swatting audibly against the spread-open lips of her sizzling pussy!
Her Scotch-dulled brain whirled at the vortex of her mindless passion, her dark eyes catching the carnal spectacle of her full white breasts quivering and swaying to his furious barrage as she raised part way up on her elbows. She felt her short, disheveled dark hair flailing wildly as she tossed her head in cadence to the lustful moans bursting from her heaving chest.
"Oooohhhh. . . fuck it, my lover! Give it to me harrrddd! Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me, Shep babbbbyyy!" she bleated in choked wantonness.
The very ruttish whine in her tone made the rutting German shepherd understand the pleasure he was bringing her, and he whimpered in response as he thrust ardently up into her from behind, struggling on his strained hind legs to crowd in closer between her thighs. He felt the eager backward plunges of her soft wet female cunt hole sheathing his aching hardness. The burning heat of her tight mating passage was greedily clenching at his throbbing cock, causing the great pressure to begin down deep in his pulsating loins. He felt the dribbling wetness that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin glistening film of perspiration gathered on her naked white curves bent slavishly before him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of release was almost there! Abruptly, Bonnie threw back her head face to wail a throaty, inhuman sound from deep inside her. Her sensually slitted eyes grew rounder and rolled upward, unseeing, in her head. "Oh damn . . . damn. . . I'm coming unglued, darling! Do it . . . oh God, h-hurry and do it for me before I go wild! Ooohhh . . . make me cum, baby! Fuck it hard. . . harrdd!"
Instinctively, Shep knew as he pounded with trip hammer fury up into her hotly quivering vagina, all of his training seeming to concentrate now in his skillful animal-loins, his mental bank guiding the increased thrusts he pummeled up into her devouring human cunt from behind! He heard her voice choke into a strangled mixture of squeal and scream, saw her dark hair flailing uncontrollably from side to side as she began the first spasms of ultimate release.
Bonnie skewered her frenziedly undulating buttocks back onto the dog's long thick rod of throbbing animal flesh in mindless bitchery! The first convulsion of her climax jolted her and she gasped in delight, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmical1y fucking dog-cock with a frantic, violent lunge! Simultaneously, Shep responded with a forward thrust and a deep-throated growl, his huge burning hardness beginning to squirt its scalding animal sperm deep up into her wildly constricting belly in hard hot spurts!
Again, Bonnie cried out, her insanely jerking buttocks beginning to contract in lustful convulsions to the feral eruption now bursting in her straining belly and loins! As she threw her head from side to side, her naked hips and buttocks bucked in mind-shattering erotic bliss. The combination of human and animal cum oozing thick and white from her tightly clenching cuntal mouth which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's slowly deflating cock. She felt the thin rivulets of their sticky orgasmic fluids running hotly down the sensitive flesh of her trembling inner-thighs to the living room rug below. Then, she pitched forward on her swollen breasts, gasping a long sigh of blissful fulfillment; as the dog lay down between her cum-smeared legs.
Chapter Three
Acting Lieutenant Dave Ramm didn't in the least enjoy the thoughts which had begun to plague him since his well-meaning, estranged wife had fucked up his whole goddamned case. Women! Jesus Christ! If it wasn't for the fact that he'd willingly run barefooted through a dozen yards of hot coals to get her back, he would probably have jacked her beautiful fanny right out onto the street!
An hour ago he'd had to release Virgil Golde, the sneering young bastard. "Why don't you wise up, fuzz?" he'd jeered. "Don't you ever want to be anymore than acting big-wheel?"
Sonovabitch! He'd had all he could do to keep from wiping him out. It had turned him rancid inside to free the punk, but without Bonnie Marshall's identification there was nothing else he could do. The frigging point was, she had picked him out of the line-up before Shep had pounced on him! Prior to that, he'd only thought it a remote chance that Golde might be one of Vic's killers. .. now, he felt almost certain of it! It was the dog that cinched it . . . but why had Bonnie suddenly responded as if someone had wired her girdle to DC current?
Christ, he didn't want to believe it! He'd never had any love for Vic Marshall The bastard was a bad cop, a sadist, on the take, and everything else that caused policemen to be tagged as "pigs", but he'd been shot down in cold blood, too, and just maybe he'd turned over in his grave earlier that day when his young, sexy widow refused to finger Virgil Golde. Could it be? Was it possible. . . Christ. . . he didn't even want to think it! Bonnie hiring them? But. . . but why else had she shied off if not to protect her own self!
Dave had slumped behind. his desk all afternoon, drinking coffee and refilling his pipe until his tongue burned as if someone had sandpapered it. Somehow, someway, he had to learn more of what made Bonnie Marshall tick, and he had no intentions of attempting that personally. Nailing one Reno Cusik through his mistress had already cost Dave his wife, whom he was about to try and woo back, but to try and stretch his luck with Bonnie Marshall could wind up in disaster. On the other hand. . . if somehow he could manage to elicit Ann's help. . . hoodwink was the word, and Christ if she ever even got an inkling that he was trying to use her. He swallowed tightly. Was it worth it? No man had ever asked for what he got more than Vic Marshall had. Dave had seen some of the girls he'd dragged in after a prostitution crack-down. . . pitifully whimpering young dolls, some of them hardly out of their teens. His blood iced. He could only imagine what Bonnie's life had been with the brutal bastard. . . or could he?
Yet, Dave's job didn't call for character judgment; that had been one of Lieutenant Vic Marshall's faults. . . and he'd paid with his life for it . . . murder. . . a cop gunned down in his own home... and now that was his, Dave Ramm's job! Find the killers at any cost, the Commissioner had said. "Don't think of Marshall as a man, because he wasn't! We all know that! But he was a policeman, and therein lies your task, gentlemen! Bring in those cop killers!"
Dave sighed heavi1y He'd been edgy all afternoon. Kline, he realized, had been steering clear of him. In fact, he hadn't had a rap on his office door in two hours. He grinned to himself as he started to repack his pipe then remembered his raw tongue, and tossed the pipe onto the metal ashtray with a loud ring. Maybe that was the secret of success when you bore some authority, frighten everyone with a display of bad temper.
He threw his feet up onto the desk, stretching out his long legs, memories of Ann pleasantly fil1ing his head. Christ, what a beautiful girl his wife was . . . too nice, too lovely, too femininely wonderful for the likes of a gutter-ape like him. Where the hell was it along the way that he'd become so complacent as to think he could toss his six month old marriage on the line to catch a hood? The fact was, he'd never even thought about it that way! Crawling into the sack with Cusik's mistress had been nothing more than a necessary job. . . he'd told himself. . . yet his cock had sure gotten rock-hard at the sight of her young, naked curves dancing provocatively around that plush apartment for him! The immoral bitch! What a wicked fuck she'd been, and with a tiny pink tongue that could unravel a man's balls, to say nothing of her racketeer-keeper's shady secrets. Shit, he'd used her for both to the fullest advantage. When she wasn't mouthing and tonguing his ever-hardened cock, he'd milked every tiny morsel of information regarding Reno Cusik from her.
But it had cost him . . . yeah, and dearly! He thought about that, too.
"You lousy bastard!" Ann had screamed at him when implications appeared in the press. Even the radio and TV News hadn't been too delicate. No names, but his voluptuous blonde Ann hadn't needed them. She knew he was top man on the Cusik bust, and worse, had found the phone number of the big-shot's pet in his coat pocket. "Night school, eh? Fingerprinting. . . I need that to really make it, baby'! And so you did! I'll bet that bitch has your fingerprints all over her. . . but here's one that won't ever again, Dave Ramm! You bastard, I'm leaving you tonight!"
And she had!
That was five weeks ago. He'd gotten out of the apartment, taken a room, but for the first two weeks he'd sneaked around to watch her walking the three blocks to the hospital. He'd cried. He'd cursed, too, and pounded the steering wheel of his city-issued Chevrolet. Agony tore at him, worse in the beginning, but lessening some with the passing days, weeks, a month. Twice, he'd tried to offer her a ride, and two dozen times he'd attempted to call her on the phone. Nothing! Absolutely nothing .. . so why shouldn't he be excited about her unexpected appearance at his office this very day? Except, why had she timed it so perfectly with Bonnie Marshall's? Christ, wasn't fate ever on his team?
Anyway, he had a date with her for tonight, a real live wanting date! He could still see the sparkle in her eye when she'd agreed to dinner! Damn, if he played his cards just right. . . just right, mind I you, he could, possibly could, end up in bed with her tonight! Oh shit . . . just the thought made "old heavyweight" stir in its tracks, jerking at the leg of his trousers. Goddamn, no girl in all the world could make love like her. . . when she was in love. . . and lately he'd pretty well resigned himself to the fact that he'd killed that emotion inside her for him . . . though she'd had that look in her eye earlier, hadn't she! Yeah, she sure had, and from here on out for the rest of this day he didn't intend to think of anything else! On second thought, he was going to his room where he could do it proper, where he could map out a bit of campaign strategy. Even a cop had to think of himself first once in awhile.
Virgil Golde caught a cab to the heart of downtown Los Angeles, breezed into a, department store and out a side exit. He knew there'd be a tail on him. He hadn't spotted the fink, but it was standard procedure. Ramm wasn't about to let him disappear.
He hailed a second taxi and gave a Westland address. Halfway there on Grover Avenue, he read the meter, shoved a bill in the driver's hand, and hopped out to move quickly toward a corner service station and public phone booth. From the glassed-in stall he pretended to place a call while he carefully scanned the area from whence he'd come. Nothing, but he wasn't satisfied yet. There could still be a tail out there someplace.
He walked five blocks zigzagging his way as he moved into familiar territory. He was big and broad-shouldered and he knew the goddamned plaid sports jacket he wore could be followed from three blocks back. Suddenly, he turned into a narrow alley and broke into a jog, darting off into another, and still another. The garbage-lined network had once been his own neighborhood and he knew it like the back of his freckled hand. His heavy shock of red hair mussed aggravatingly with the effort. In front of a shabby door he came up short and breathing heavily, made a vain attempt to hand-comb it. Then, he entered.
The stale smell of smoke, wood-rot and urine stung his nostrils. Clacking pool balls and male voices filled his ears. He passed the men's room, entering the long table-lined area, the curses and foul atmosphere beginning to ease the tension knotting his guts. He kept his eyes on the dirty glassed front as he walked toward the short, cigar-smoking fat man behind the small single counter.
"Seen Milo, Pop?"
The other nodded a barely perceptible double-chinned gesture.
"Upstairs?"
The nod again.
"Alone?"
The fat man shrugged.
"Buzz him," Virgil snapped, irritated, then swung away toward a side door leading to a flight of rickety stairs. He was still as tight as a stripper's G-string inside. Why the hell hadn't Marshall's wife fingered him? There was no doubt in his mind about what she'd recognized him! She'd gotten a good look that night. . . knew that it was his arm she'd burned the hole in, the bitch! Then, that fucking dog coming at him the way he had! Still, she'd clammed up and run! There was something shitty about the whole scene! Had it been a trick. . . letting him go hoping he'd lead them to his partner? A cold shiver ran up his broad young back. Milo'd kill him if he every played that stupid. . . but he was sure he'd shaken any tail he'd had.
The door he stood waiting before opened. A tall, skinny, almost ricket-chested man in his late twenties peeked through the cracked space, then the barrier opened wider. The man wore only shorts, the front of them obviously swollen. His long black hair was bed-mussed, his pale hatchet-shaped face drawn in an irked expression, his (beady black eyes anything but welcoming. He turned his back and Virgil entered, closing the door behind him.
The small apartment was in its usual state of slovenliness. The young bleached blonde in the bed carelessly drew a sheet up over her nakedness, but not before Virgil was able to rake his lusty, colorless eyes over the fine white mounds of her ripe, nipple-tipped breasts. She gave him a nasty, frustrated glare from a pair of sensuously fired hazel eyes. He'd never seen her before.
"How the hell did you get out?" Milo Penny said, dropping onto the edge of the bed and scratching at the mat of black hair covering his hollow chest.
"They couldn't peg me," Virgil replied, his mouth twisting into its young brutish grin, his eyes shifting back and forth from Milo to the curved outline of the naked girl in the bed.
"With that fucking hole in your arm?" the other questioned warily.
"I tell you, they couldn't peg me! No shit! I was in a line-up and she. . . you know who I mean," Virgil said, glancing at the listening blonde, "she couldn't pick me out. . . man, she up and bolts from the room and the fucking dog goes for my throat, and still they let me go!"
"Bullshit!" Milo spat. "And so you came straight there. . . !"
"Come on, man," the big redhead grinned. "You think I'm stupid? I spent two hours leading any would-be tag a merry chase. Don't worry, there's no fuzz behind me."
"Huh. What the hell you want here, anyway? We agreed we don't know each other, remember?" the hatchet-faced one edgily snapped. .
"We gotta talk," Virgil said, eyeing him levelly. "It's important. . . and private."
Milo's beady stare studied his one-shot partner in crime for a moment. He'd been sorry ever since he'd picked up the contract the corporation had out on Vic Marshall with this stupid sonovabitch. Sure as hell, he was going to get them both hung. The fucking stoop didn't have enough brains to blow his nose. But. . . he better listen, or he might be sorry. He looked back at the blonde in the bed, his half-swollen cock still throbbing in its unfinished lust. The sexy bitch was a fireball. She smiled, running her little pink tongue suggestively around the moist rim of her glossed lips, "Come on," he said. "Up and out, chick."
Her smile faded, hazel eyes clouding in confused disbelief. "You're kidding! God, hon, we haven't. . I mean, we're not finished yet!"
"We're finished for this fuck, pussy girl," Milo snapped, whipping the sheet off her to Virgil's ogling delight and the blonde girl's astonished anger.
She swung from the bed with a flourish of rippling white flesh, her smoothly rounded curves and dampened black pubic curls magnetizing the redheaded intruder's lustful stare. She stuck her tongue out at him and with hands on arched hips lewdly thrust her naked loins forward.
"Take a good look, ape!" she spat. Then, to the grinning Milo: "Jesus, the least you could've done was let me dress in private! "
"Come on, come on, get into your rags and blow!" the skinny man ordered, ignoring her and walking to a junk-laded dresser to pick up a pair of home-rolled cigarettes. He tossed one of the joints to the eye-popping Virgil and lighted up. "You can come back tonight. . . "
"To hell with you, big man!" she threw at him, tugging a tight pair of red nylon bikini panties up to provokingly enhance the intimacy of her young loins and whitely rounded buttocks while Virgil watched the front of his pants beginning to bulge noticeably. "I've got better things to do!"
Milo shrugged and sucked at the stick. That, was one thing about the bastard, Virgil thought, his hardening cock beginning to jerk inside his shorts, he knew how to get the dolls, and the sonovabitch was ugly as sin! Maybe that was why he'd like to work steady with him . . . he always had plenty of pussy, nice stuff like this bottle-blonde piece. Christ, what he wouldn't give to worm it up that sweet ass for about ten minutes. He watched her pull a jersey over her head to cover those naked voluptuous breasts, draw on slacks and step into scuffed, low-heeled shoes. With small hands, she did something to improve the appearance of her tousled hair, then embarked toward the door.
"See you tonight, Toni," Milo said.
She jerked open the door and glared back at him. "Fuck you!" she spat.
Milo laughed. "That's what I had in mind," he said.
The door slammed and Virgil lighted his joint, the palms of his hand wet with aroused perspiration. He dragged deep, then began to unfold all that had happened to him, the ricket-chested Milo carefully listening as he flopped onto the bed in his shorts.
"You mean the Marshall broad ran out of the line-up room without fingering you?" he questioned, watching the other who had dropped onto a straight-back chair draped with soiled clothing.
"Yeah, just that."
"Before or after the mutt jumped you?"
"I can't be sure now... You know, Milo, you don't see very fucking much with those goddamn lights blinding you," Virgil said. "I wasn't even sure it was Marshall's wife until I saw that frigging dog coming at me! Jesus, if he hadn't been muzzled. . . "
"You should've killed that fanged bastard when you had the bead on him"," Milo growled.
"Shit, I almost did... would have if that bitch hadn't ripped my arm half off with her slug! As it was, I creased his skull . . ."
"Yeah. . . and it looks as if the hound remembered that, too," Milo Penny reminded him. "Well, Virgil boy, I tell you. . . I don't like the smell of it! Naw . . . not even a little bit! I mean, why didn't Marshall's wife peg you? Fuck, there's no doubt but what she recognized you, and with the fuzz knowing you're wearing a hole in your arm! Something stinks, baby. . . and real bad!"
"Y -You think it's a trick, Milo?" Virgil half-whispered, convinced of his partner's mental prowess.
"I don't know... but I don't like it," he replied, seeming to slide into deep thought. "One thing though, it means they can't touch us without widow Marshall's willing evidence, eh? They've got nothing else... and either she's chicken, or playing a game with the fuzz, trying to trap us both. Milo sat up slowly in the bed. "Either way, Virgil, I think you and me are going to pay the pretty widow a late night call."
"We are. . . ? W-What for, Milo?"
The skinny, hairy-chested one grinned twistedly. "To inject a little fear in the sexy bitch's young life, man."
"Yeah. . .? What about that fucking killer-mutt?" Virgil pressed, vividly remembering the attack he'd weathered earlier.
"We'll have to look to him first, boy. You still got that Gas Co. uniform?"
The redhead nodded, then began to stare vacantly with questioning eyes at the near-naked man on the bed. "B-But I don't get it, Milo?
"I didn't expect that you would." the other replied almost in contempt. "But no sweat, Virgie. You just hustle to your place and pick up that uniform. We're going to work and the sooner the better!"
Ann Ramm sat before her vanity absently brushing her long blonde hair with careful, sweeping strokes. Her young mind danced in excited anticipation. God, she almost felt as if it were a first date with some handsome devil she'd had her eye on for weeks. The pretty blue-eyed nurse smiled at her negligee-covered nakedness in the mirror. There was a certain pink flush to her cheeks, she decided, and a none-too-chaste glint in those reflected eyes. Even though he wasn't a first date, and far more homely than handsome, he was a devil all the way, and she'd had her eye on him since that day some two years ago when he'd written her out a ticket for bumping into a fire hydrant while making a V-turn in a school zone.
What a ridiculous situation that had been, the way she'd begun to cry with all the school children gathering around to watch open-mouthed. It had been dismissal time on a hot California afternoon and she'd been on her way home from the hospital after a hectic shift when she'd remembered she should have stopped back at the supermarket if she wanted to eat that evening. Hence, the bumped fire hydrant in the school zone.
"Why don't you leave her alone, you big bully?" a little amber-eyed girl with protruding teeth and long, kinky, brick-hued hair had demanded, tugging at his uniform trouser leg.
"Yeah!" a chubby tow-headed boy put in. "That's Miss Belman who takes our X-rays! Leave her alone! What'd she do, anyway?"
Ann would never forget the way his face had flushed. He'd even smiled at her, that unexpected bit of warmth coming from a policeman blotting up her tears.
"I - I'm really sorry,"
she had weakly managed. "I -I've never gotten a ticket before. I guess. . . I guess I just wasn't thinking, officer."
"It's your responsibility to be alert and thinking when you're behind the wheel of a vehicle, miss," he'd said as if he'd been reciting a line verbatim from a text book. "Supposing one of these kids had ran out in front of you?"
"I wasn't going fast!"
"I should hope not. . . especially making a U-turn in a school zone," he said without looking at her as he wrote, his Adam's apple bobbing crazily.
"You gonna give her a ticket?" the chubby, tow-headed boy wanted to know. "Boy! You're really something, giving Miss Belman a ticket like she was just anybody!"
Ann had never learned who that little fellow was, but the way he'd rallied to her defense, as if she was just anybody! And then, that tall gaunt individual in blue uniform had leaned onto her car roof, his forehead resting against his forearm. He had smiled, showing her a million strong, glistening-white teeth. "I won't tear up this 'ticket. Miss Belman, but I will buy you a cup of coffee and discuss it further with you," he'd calmly said, his eyes twinkling.
She had merely gaped at him, a series of unexplainable emotions racing confusingly through her. "Is that customary for a policeman on duty. . . to make passes at defenseless girls?"
"Certainly not, miss. . . but you see, I'm not on duty. I was on my way home when you decided to violate the law in triplicate. . . and a policeman's work is never done. Coffee?"
Ann had gaped blankly at him for a few moments, more than intrigued, she realized now, utterly flabbergasted and wondering why the butterflies were tormenting her soft belly. "T -The shopping center... Dan's!" she had replied, speeding off and almost sideswiping another car. The young estranged wife continued to gaze into the mirror without seeing her own sheerly veiled nakedness, her love-starved mind feeding on nourishing reveries. What a gallant suitor he'd been, waiting until she'd almost had to beg him to take her to bed! The lovable bastard! He'd known from the beginning that she was head over heels in love, kissing her good-night after a Chinese dinner, smoothing his hands up her rib cage and almost, but not quite touching the pulsating fullness of her aching breasts! Oh, the heel. . . the wonderful gangling heel! Let him try that tonight, or any other of his little teasing tricks! She knew them all, and as well, she knew a few that turned him on like the Washington Christmas tree!
Ann swung from the little padded vanity bench and slipped out of her negligee to begin dressing. She intended to drape, or undrape, her knowing curvaceous body to the sexiest extent. No brassiere, tiny bikini panties that were gossamery and black, sheer charcoal pantyhose and her most revealing black taffeta cocktail gown. It was short as anything. . . he probably wouldn't remember, but she had to be extremely careful about bending over when she got out of a cab or sat down.
Her own voice singing along with the radio surprised her. God, it had been some time since she'd been this happy, hadn't it? And all because of I a date with her very own husband, the Adam's apple boy with the great big hard cock! Damn! She really loved it! She missed it and wanted it... making warm, passionate love to her just as it had that very first time in her own apartment, and later, on that little island the first night of their honeymoon! She loved it . . . could feel it at that very moment moving rhythmically in and out of the heated wetness of her cunt . . . his long hard penis deep between her open, wanting legs... making love to her. . . making babies... bringing them back together forever and ever!
They would! She felt sure of it! Tonight was it; she'd seen it in his eyes this afternoon and felt it to the depths of her very soul! Ann Ramm's lover had come back to her! And dear God, how badly she wanted him, needed him! The devilish bastard, the beautiful, handsome darling! God, she was a sensually dressed lure of feminine nerves! Tonight she could forgive him for anything... and she would, given half a chance, she knew!
Chapter Four
Dave brought her a corsage of red roses. Ann had kissed him right there in the open doorway for it. Had he made the slightest effort toward pressing the issue she would have led him straight into the bedroom and stripped her clothes off for him then and there, she was that keyed-up from the onset of the evening.
"You want the neighbors to talk?" he gawked purposefully. "They could lay the word on your estranged husband, girl!"
"I hope they do! I think he could use a good lay!" she whispered lewdly, smiling as she danced away toward a mirror to pin the floral piece onto her mini cocktail gown. "If you want to know the truth, he prefers to sleep with sluts. . . so I've been practicing up in case he comes home again."
"Oh . . .?" he gulped, sensing the color flushing his cheeks as well as the stirring response of his too-long unused penis at her lust-inciting remarks. He moved into the room and closed the-door behind him, the sight of her provocatively adorned curves triggering further sensations of sexual hunger deep in his testicles. Christ, her voluptuously full breasts were practically bursting out of the dress low-cut 'Tee" that damned near plunged to her navel, their tiny nipples just about all she'd left to the imagination! Shit, maybe she wasn't lying! Maybe she had been practicing! He's never seen that goddamned sexy dress before!
"You're a darling!" she said. "I've always been crazy over red roses! Did I kiss you yet for them?"
"N-No."
"Liar," she said, moving close to take his long face between her small hands as she pressed, her soft yielding contours meaningfully against him and warmly caressed his lips with ripe red mouth. "There" she whispered, adding a tiny undulation of hips and belly. "I have now."
"Y -Yeah. . . you sure as hell have!" he gulped, stepping back to look down at the rising swell in the front of his pants.
Ann tittered, then innocently: "Is something the matter, sir?"
"Not yet! Hey, look, we have a reservation at the Palms. .. I think we better go before I lose my appetite" he managed, tugging at his jacket, then straightening his tie.
"Aren't you hungry, darling?" she teased, her enticingly scented nearness making his knees weak.
"Hungry? Hell, yes. . . I could eat all the way up a leg of lamb. . . ewe, that is . . . and then right into dessert!"
She grasped his arm affectionately, drawing it against the soft give of her warm breast. "You're some sort of lecher, I think, sir. . . my sort! Come on, take me to dinner. . . or you might miss that dessert!"
And what a delightful evening it was! Ann was floating when they came back to the apartment for a drink, and the erotic nightcap she knew he was longing for as much as she. It was after ten o'clock, but she already had set intentions of calling the hospital early to let them know she had the flu or something. . . and she certainly did have something, else she wouldn't be running such a high temperature up between her hotly trembling thighs!
"What'll you have, darling... to drink, I mean?" she said, posing tauntingly before him.
"Scotch 'n' water. . . lots of ice as always, baby. You forgotten so soon?"
"Oh that's right! I should remember that, shouldn't I . . . but I keep getting you mixed up with another nice young fellow," she said, tripping off to the kitchen.
For a fact, her goddamned tormenting was tearing him up. He wasn't even sure anymore whether she was putting him on or not! Christ, was she just bullshiting him, or was she really screwing around with someone else? "I hope you'll forgive me, darling," she cooed, handing him his drink and folding down beside him on the couch, the wine she'd drunk on top of the martinis making her feel wantonly loose and excited. She lay her head back onto his lap to be held, offering up her moistly glossed lips for kissing.
Dave leaned down possessively, testing the warm rousing nectar her hot mouth offered and that he'd never forget! Jesus, what an intoxicating girl she was... he'd kill any sonovabitch who tried to steal her from him! Suddenly, he clutched her roughly to him, kissing her lustfully, his tongue thrusting penis-like between her yielding lips to feel the desire-heated warmth of her sucking mouth. They clung that way, his big, long-fingered hand worming inside the deep "vee" of her dress to cup and claim the full resilience of her warm hard-nippled breast. She gasped up into his mouth, her breath quickening as she held hungrily to his neck.
She began to whine like a kitten as he hotly clutched and massaged the smooth young-girl flesh of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny pebble-hard nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them again and again to make her whimper and gasp into his mouth as he wetly tongue-fucked into hers. He was panting heavily when he finally raised his head and jealously searched her beautiful passion-fired face. "Tell me the truth, you little minx. . . have you been cattin' around? Don't lie now . . . the truth. . . and I'll shoot him with my own goddamned service revolver!"
"I -In that case, I'm not going to tell you. . ." she smilingly whispered up at him. "After all, what do I want with a man who's dead!"
You . . . you teasing little bitch!" he lovingly snapped, squeezing the generous mounds of her ripely swelling breast until she whined pleasure fully from the gentle erotic pain he knew she loved. "I'm going to give you all the man you can ever handle from now on . . . and starting right now!"
"Ooohhh. . . that's the nicest thing you've said to me all evening, lover!" Ann fervently moaned, clinging tightly to him. I,I, B-But let's pretend. . . pretend we're lovers and nothing more, darling. . . like we were that first time. And you can do anything. . . anything you want to me . . . or tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you, Dave honey. . . let it cum all up in my mouth and swallow it while you watch! I've missed you so much. . . love you so much! D-do anything you want to me, lover, only. . . don't make me wait any longer! Let's get naked, right here. . . I want to see your big cock again Christ, he couldn't remember when he'd suddenly been so goddamned lust-blinded! She sat up and he began to pull at his tie, trying to squirm out of his jacket at the same time, at the same time watching this gorgeous sexy creature beside him lower her zipper and slip her cocktail dress down off her beautiful, soft-sloping shoulders. She was not wearing a brassiere, and the sudden sight of her fully rounded white breasts in all their naked loveliness causing the young husband's swollen cock to jerk up in his pants! It was as if he were seeing them for the first time! Their tiny, bursting pink nipples were as hard as little stones, and the mounds of silk smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her own frenzied stripping away of her clothing.
Dave watched the skimpy black dress disappear, then her sheer charcoal stockings, and finally the wispy black nylon panties that unveiled the golden curls of her pussy mound, the most cock-throbbing sight he'd ever seen in his life! He struggled with his pants and shorts, cursing them... and then she was moving toward him, her gleaming blue eyes hungrily fastened on his towering, blood-hardened cock! He knew her intentions, even wanted her to suck him off, but not as badly as what he wanted! He held out his hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft give of her sensuously full breasts.
"I-I want to hold it and kiss it for you, darling!" his naked lover-wife whispered hotly as he pressed her backward until she was lying flat with her beautiful blonde head wedged between the arm and back of the couch, one foot on the cushion and the other hanging off with foot on the carpet. Her smooth shapely legs were spread lewdly open to him, the firm whiteness of her generously rounded thighs and flat belly a perfect enticement with the silky golden tendrils of her softly curling pubic hair! He saw the thin pink crevice her passion-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, and his aching cock jerking responsively upward with an almost painful series of throbs at the lust whetting sight as if he'd never seen it before!
Sonovabitch! I had to be out of my goddamned mind! This was what I was gambling with at home, to trap a punk by sleeping with his whore-mistress! Jesus! Chancing losing this for that little bitch... and maybe I have! We're only playing lovers tonight not husband and wife! That's what she said. . . just lovers! Oh Shit! I can't blame her. . . but I'm going to fight like a bastard to win her back. . . and I know how!
"Oh .. . oohhh, darling," Ann moaned, clutching at his hand as he lurched forward between her hotly trembling thighs, feeling him lifting her legs. She drew them back willingly to give him greater access to her naked cunt as he moved up over her. She stroked her fingers through his tousled hair, sensing his hands wedging down beneath the rounded moons of her ass-cheeks and drawing her loins up closer to him, his face suddenly nuzzling into the wet, fire-filled intimacy of her seething pussy.
Christ! The heady, sensual aroma of it alone was enough to make him cum, Dave inwardly choked! Had he forgotten what it was like. . . lost in his goddamned cops and robbers world? Yeah... yeah, he had, he realized, staring lustfully at the bewitching spectacle of her snugly clenching cuntal lips and the gilt curls encircling it! He moved closer, forgetting that he'd ever tried it before and been refused, and thrust out his tongue, drawing it slowly up from the base of her girlishly clasping pussy-slit to the very tip of her pulsating clitoris. With agonizing slowness his tongue spread open the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the sensitive inner flesh of her cunt with lecherous aggressiveness.
Oh . . . ooohhh God, lover!" Ann groaned sensually, her whole desire-incited young body trembling nakedly beneath his passion-spiraling tongue. "Oh you darling. . . you're wonderful! Aahhh, lover, do it . . . oh yes, do it good! Eat my cunt! I need it so bad. . . and I'll suck your cock while you lick me there, precious. . . swallow your cum, oh God, yes! Please, lover, turn around for me."
Jesus Christ, he could hardly believe it was happening! His sweet little innocent wife who'd always refused to let him try this before, and would never touch his cock with her lips - the separation had really worked wonders! She was as hot as a forest fire tonight! He remembered some stupid idea he'd kicked around earlier about trying to cleverly con her into helping him get to Bonnie Marshall. Christ, he had to be weak in the head! Ann's unbelievable wanton plea was now lashing around crazily inside his brain! This oral approach on her part was sure a first. She'd always been a little hot box, but straight-on, no deviations, and again he mentally questioned her recent.. fidelity. As much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her lovely throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several more times through the hot wet folds of her hungrily clenching cunt, then raised up over her and crawled forward.
"First, baby, I've got to fuck you. . . it's been so goddamned long! So reach down between your legs and put daddy's needing cock where it belongs! He's coming home, Angel!"
"Ooohhh . . . yess . . . yesss, darling. . . whatever you say!" Ann moaned. "Fuck me, lover darling. . . whatever you say!" Ann moaned. "Fuck me, lover darling. . . fuck your angel good!" she hissed, grasping the hot, solid length of his lust hardened rod beneath his hovering body and seating its blunt blood-filled head at the lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do it, my Dave, shove the beautiful brute thing way up into my belly! Fuck me until I scream, lover. . . please. . . I need it so bad!"
Oh shit! She needed it bad? He was going out of his goddamned gourd! He had no more than wormed the turgid tip of it up into the tight, liquid sleeve of her seething cuntal passage when his curvaceous wife-lover began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath him in love-starved wantonness! Obscenely, she thrust her smoothly rounded hips and hollowing buttocks up at his skewering cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and gasping little cries! "Oh God... so beautiful. . . wonderful, darling! Fuck it deep!" she moaned, heaving her soft curl-covered loins in an immediate fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering up into her tightly clinging cunt. "Ahhh . . . it's so big, lover. . . mmmmmm . . . home at last! Old heavyweight. . . and he's that all right! Goddd... he fills my hot cunt-hole right up into my tingling belly! Uummm . . . give it to me, lover! Fuck your baby hard with it! Yess. .. like that. . . ooohhh . . . I want to see, Dave! Let me look!"
Shit, he'd never seen her so fucking hot, so lustfully beautiful and enticing! The flaming velvety flesh of her girlishly tight vagina was grasping and nursing his aching hardness like a gripping liquid fist, the frenzy of their fucking filling the living room with lewd fleshy slapping sounds! From the very first stroke he'd felt his sperm-inflated balls thudding down hard against her tiny puckered anus as they slapped between the ovaled white moons of her widespread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself up on his elbows above her to give her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes fixing on her firm lush breasts that were quivering like some delicious vanilla pudding with his every jarring lunge up into her! She raised her golden blonde head and gaped down between their obscenely joined bodies while he did the same, and the sight of his long thick cock moistly vanishing up inside the widely stretched, curl rimmed mouth of her greedy pink cunt, caused her to gasp out in sensual desire!
Ooohhh, Dave lover. . . I-I . . . I'm going to cummm! Fuck it hard while I cummmiinnggg . . . . She whined with uncontrollable passion, wrapping her long naked legs lustfuUy up over his back up onto his charging cock like a circus performer shinnying up a pole!
Wildly she fucked and whimpered beneath him, her voluptuously curved body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding flesh clinging with naked abandon as if she were fused to him! Christ, she'd never Climaxed this quick before... and he'd hardly begun! He hoped to God she didn't get up-tight with him for not stopping just because she'd cum. . . but Jesus, he couldn't... no way. . . ! And then, she half-groaned.
Dave felt her long fingernails gouging the muscles of his arms, raking across his shoulders and back as his young wife trembled and spasmed around the rigid length, of his deep-buried cock plunged far up into the moistly spasming passage of her vagina. Once more, she let out a low soulful groan and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, he'd never even known her before! It occurred to him that he'd never really made love to her before tonight. . . he'd just been performing some sort of preliminary work!
Never in the short history of their marriage nor in the most erotic moments of her brief sexual life had Ann Ramm experienced such total, lust-filled enchantment, and she knew it was due to her own mental preparations! The denial of love.. . his wonderful cock fucking into her. . . going without for five whole weeks, had triggered something new and sensational inside her. At night, when she'd lain alone in the darkness desperately making herself cum with her own fingers, she would imagine her husband's long thick cock fucking into her mouth, even cumming in there, although she had never let him. . . and she would swallow it, she knew, not caring what it tasted like! All of these things she had lived again and again throughout those five long, lonesome weeks, until she knew exactly how it would be if he ever came home again.. . and now, he had! Ooohhh God. . . how many times had she cum? She'd lost count. . . it was so wonderful. . . she hoped only that it would never stop. . . and she would suck him . . . a thousand times she would suck his thick hard cock until it squirted its white-hot sperm out into her mouth... down her throat. . . she would! She would! It had become an obsession with her!
Lustfully, Dave gaped down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see the hot pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the cum-moistened hardness of his pistoning cock when he pulled back out of her! Christ, it was like the tender flesh of her lips sucking hungrily at his heavy-veined shaft, the silken hair-fringed edges of her pussy feverishly clenching it and holding 'it deep up inside her belly.
He fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid sheath of her ravenous loins avidly swallowing the blood-engorged head of his pulsing cock! She moaned incessantly now, giving herself up to his animal-like barrage, this new wife a sensually beautiful creature the likes of which he'd never even hoped for! Blindly, he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes into her lasciviously upthrusting cunt!
"Ooohhh David... my wonderful man. . . we must do this more often, lover. . . like four or five times a day!" Ann lewdly gasped. "Unnhhh.. you're fucking your baby so deliciously! I love you...! Ooooohhh Goddd... I-I'm going to cum again. . . yesss . . . nowwww. . . .!
Insanely, she clung to him, her trembling legs locked tightly once more with her ankles up over his back and her heels pounding his hard-tensed buttocks, her soft loins smacking fleshly up against him as she undulated his hips with wild abandon, making her steaming cuntal passage massage his burning hard cock in a lurid, salacious churning act that caused his bloated, cum-filled balls to signal the end!
"Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ, baby! I'm going to cum ....!
Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her slender hands pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him!
"No! No, lover . . not in there! Please. . . " Ann pleaded, her determined strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the couch cushion. "Crawl up over me, lover! I want it in my mouth! Oh God, darling, shoot it in my mouth! I've got to suck it, to swallow your cum .. . please . .
Dave didn't struggle! His brain reeled as she squirmed around beneath him until be was practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her full voluptuous breasts, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated sac of his balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his jerking cock back into her warm body anywhere! Almost frantically, she clutched its thick, cunt-slick base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled tips up over the huge purplish head glistening wetly from her vaginal secretions! Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion arose in her throat, vibrating the entire length of his impatiently jerking, hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it! She cupped his semen-filled balls in her small hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head movements, making him know what she wanted beyond the shadow of a doubt.
"Oh shit!" Dave choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck in and out of the hot moist shelter of her mouth. "Suck it, you sweet little woman! Suck it...suck it hard, baby. . . and any second now. . . its going to fill that soft warm belly right to the brim with a big flood of cum!"
"M'mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Ann passionately moaned in her obscenely positioned nakedness, her hand massaging' and milking his heavy sperm-inflated balls with an eagerness born of lust as she tried to work his thickly pistoning cock farther and farther into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! If felt good there. Oh God, it felt good! Why had she never wanted to do this before?
And then it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her lust-swollen breasts with his lewdly hollowing ass-cheeks, and, watching the pink inner-flesh of her lush red lips ovaling hotly around his moving cock when he withdrew it from her mouth on the backstroke." Then suddenly, in the midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into his rectum all the way to the palm of her little hot hand! "Oh Christ!" he gasped and swore when she began to smoothly rotate it around inside, massaging the sensitive, rubbery depths! "Ooohhh . . . that did it, Angel! Daddy's cuummmiinnggg! Mouth-fuck it hard you cock-sucking lover-wife. . . hard"
Dave writhed his hips furiously, watching her beautiful cock-stuffed face, the lips sucking slavishly, his massive rod of flesh hardening even more with the presence of the needle-thin stream of hot viscous sperm rushing up the full length of it!
It burst as the blonde beauty beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent-tasting cum, flooding deep in to her impatiently waiting mouth and throat! Ann felt her cheeks ballooning almost to the bursting point as she began to swallow in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips in a firm band around his spasming hardness and sucking with lust-inspired fury, while his seemingly endless reserve of cum continued to spew out into her mouth, and his hands clutched at her head to pull her face harder onto his wildly squirting prick!
The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it could be, and at the first hot, racy taste of his semen her own climax was triggered again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her sensually jerking loins and belly! And then his huge pleasure-giving cock began to grow limp in her still greedily sucking mouth, until at last there remained nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them.
Breathing heavily, Dave climbed off his young wife's obscenely - sprawled nakedness, the sight of her lush lips and chin glistening with the warm wet whiteness of his sperm sending the strongest, heartfelt sensations of love for her charging through him that he'd ever known! Christ, he could almost cry he was so happy. . . and then he saw that she was already crying!
Chapter Five
"You sure you did it right, Virgil?" Milo Penny asked under his breath as they sat in the darkness of his brand new Caddy. He liked the smell of its Detroit birth, the feel of the compact wheel beneath his greedy hands. Shit yes, he was greedy. He'd never had anything like this before, a Coupe de Ville, spotless and all his own, a stolen job, but he'd paid for it. Yeah, he was on his way.
"Sure. . . just like you said, Milo. I opened the capsule and stirred the stuff in the mutt's food," the redheaded, brutish-mouthed one answered. "Hey, you got another joint?"
"Cool it, man. You've had three! I like a high, too, but there's work to be done. Besides," the skinny, ricket-chested gangster broke into an evil grin. "This should be real pleasant work. . . like fucking. You dig that, Virgie?"
"Wh-What the hell you got in mind, Milo?" Hold tight and see. Let's wait a little longer and make sure that goddamned man-killer gets his nourishment." He sat back in the seat and stared proudly at the intriguing instrument panel. "You know this wagon belongs to me, one Milo Penny? How 'bout that? What the fuck do you do with your money, Virgil?"
"My money. . . ? Well, I give my old lady a lot because she needs it . . . and I shoot pool sometimes, and. . . and I win at poker, Milo."
The other laughed. He looked at his watch.
"What time you got?"
"Twenty after eleven."
"A light just went off in the Widow Marshall's front room. She's probably getting ready to turn in," the hatchet-faced one quietly appraised. "You're sure you spread that capsule good in the mutt's food?"
"Sure! Just the way, you said, Milo!" "Okay. . . you got the key we had made?" "Right here."
"Give it to me," the hollow-chested one said, holding his hand open and waiting while he went back over his program. It'd worked almost too smoothly. But sitting by and playing eyeball was always a nerve-racking game. He'd done it enough and ought to know. Though tricks like this were usually soft enough. They'd only had to wait for her to leave her quaint little house before he'd sent Virgil in his fake Gas Company uniform to work. He hadn't had to use the skeleton keys, the back-door was unlocked! Making a wax impression from one of hers had only taken a minute, no longer than reading a gas-meter, and saturating the usual dish of food a mutt had in some corner of the kitchen didn't take any time either. The stupid bastard had worked well, better than Milo'd expected. All the same, Virgil had just climbed back into the car when the sexy Bonnie Marshall had swung back into her yard, probably from a shopping tour, Milo guessed.
They'd eaten at a taco stand and come back, parking well up the street. The sun had just been setting and Milo figured they had hours ahead.
He wanted to be sure that bastard German shepherd was dead asleep. He took the rag he had put in the glove compartment and busied himself polishing the buttons on the dashboard, half-listening to Virgil's cunt-happy ramblings.
His own brain had been working overtime measuring the eye-catching charms of Vic Marshall's widow. He hadn't thought about that at first, but he did now!
Women... girls. . . anywhere from twelve to . . . to what. . . ? They all intrigued his lust! Sinking his cock in them, making them suck him, like the little teenager next door to his sister where he sometimes stayed. Yeah! She was afraid not to. A sweet little, long blonde haired kid with nubbin tits and a half-dozen hairs on her pussy! Christ, that was something, wasn't it?
He'd caught her cold swapping a bicycle wheel in the apartment building garage where she lived. Working like a beaver, she was, the wrench flying.
"What the hell are you doing that for?" He'd shocked her from behind.
"Oh Lord! ... Who .. . Who are you?" she gasped, ready to break into giveaway tears.
"I . . . I just can't have anymore flat tires. . . My pop says. . . ."
"Yeah? Well. . .let me help! The rate you're going you'll be caught sure as hell! Look," he said, squatting down beside her, "don't worry about getting those nuts on so tight. Move fast, baby. In and out. . . like this!"
Outside in front of the building, she found a big teeny-bopper smile for him, green-eyes excitedly dancing. "Wow, thanks... you're cool, man!" she exclaimed as he stepped back and laughed, his brain racing.
"Thanks. . . ? Hey, that's not quite enough, chick unlike you, I don't dig flat tires. What's it's going to be yearling, money sex?
She stared at him for a moment, her pubescence showing through. "M-Money, I guess."
"How about sex?"
She blushed. "A little maybe... I'm only thirteen. "
"That's a nice tender age for learning, honey. . . as long as you have a good teacher, eh?"
"I . . . I don't know," she stammered.
He chuckled. "You owe me, right?"
She nodded, hesitantly, those young green eyes confused but still excited.
"Sure you do. Now, where do you know that's private... real private where we won't have to worry about being bothered. Milo wants to broaden your education. You dig?"
She swallowed tightly, her smile flashing off and on like a Christmas bulb. "Down the street," she finally said, " . . . the second empty building. .. up the alley, third door and whisper Flossie. . . it's an old deserted store."
"You're Flossie?"
She nodded.
"And you'll be there?"
"I-I- ... yes..."
He leaned close and whispered, "You ever seen a boy's cock?"
Again she swallowed and blushed. "A couple. . . my brother's and father's".. and ,Jimmy Evans . . . "
"You play with 'em?" he pressed, sensing his own member lustfully lengthening in his pants.
"J-Just Jimmy's a couple of times," she managed, looking down at the sidewalk.
"Put it in your mouth, did you. . . suck it, maybe . . . or did he fuck you?" he pushed, testing her knowledge as he watched her blush and squirm, her pretty young eyes lewdly sparkling every time he used a four-letter word.
"Not the last! I've never done that! I'm too young to have babies!" she hissed in fright.
"Man, Pop'd kill me for sure!"
"Even worse than more flat tires, eh?"
She made a silly laugh. "You better believe it!"
"You just sucked him, that night, Flossie?"
"A... a little."
"You want to suck mine for me . . . to pay me back for helping you swipe the wheel?'" "Scared, huh? Well. . . " he leaned close once more and spoke under his breath, "suppose I lick your pussy for you first?"
"I-I'm not scared!" she whispered back, his offer obviously sparking a new stimulation in her developing young body. "Be careful nobody sees you turn in the alley though. I-I'll go first. You better wait a few minutes before you follow. "
"The second empty building, up the alley, third door and whisper Flossie?"
"Y-Yes.. .I'll be watching for you." Virgil interrupted Milo's lustful reverie with his question, "How long before we move in, Milo?"
"Huh. . . ? A few minutes," the hatchet-faced one snapped, irritated at having his obscene thought-train broken. It was almost as wild reliving those crazy cock parties as the real thing had been. It always worked him right up until nothing but a good mean fuck or the likes would do, and that's the way he wanted it when they paid that dead cop's curvy-assed wife a visit! "Just sit tight. I'll tell you when it's time."
Milo lighted a cigarette, flicked the radio onto some rock and leaned back to vividly recall that first time with little Flossie. She'd been waiting for him right near the door. It'd been dark as shit inside and her little hand reaching out to grasp his had given him a hell of a start. She had closed the door and led him back into the inky stench of old empty buildings, like old people get when no one looks after them. Suddenly, he saw light flickering up ahead and realized they were in the front of the boarded up store and a candle was burning on a dirt-crusted counter.
"This is my secret place!" Flossie said. "I discovered it three years ago when we first moved here, but you're the first person I've ever showed it to!"
"What about Jimmy Evans? Where'd you do it with him?"
Milo wasn't sure in that light, but he thought she was blushing again. "I babysit him sometimes. He's only nine."
"And he lets you play with his little dinky cock?" he said, reaching for her and drawing her tensed young teenage body up against him so that his already hardened cock-shaft was pressing hotly against, her soft mid-belly. He knew she felt it by the way she stiffened away, her breathing catching fearfully. "Don't be afraid, chick, Milo's your friend, remember? Now. . . answer my question. Does he let you play with it, or do you have to tease him . . . maybe pay him a a little?"
"S-Sometimes, I give him a quarter. . . " "And then you put it in your mouth?"
"N-Not always."
"What do you do with it, kid? Come on, tell me. You know I won't say anything," he prodded, beginning to run his hands over her developing curves, rubbing her firm young breasts teasingly, then smoothing down her back to feel a generous pair of rounded, nubile buttocks. He fingered her tiny miniskirt up behind and clasped his man-hands onto the fleshy, pantie-covered ovals of her teeny-bopper ass-cheeks, feeling them firmly clenched to his exploring palms and fingers.
"I-I . . . sometimes I rub it into mine. . . or . . . when it's hard he sticks it into me back there."
That had given him a hell of a jolt, Milo remembered. "Back where... here?" he'd hoarsely whispered, running one finger down through the tight nylon-covered vale between her boyish ass-cheeks, and she'd nodded her head against his shoulder. "Y -You like that, having his prick stuck in your asshole?" he'd hotly asked, his own hardened penis jerking like a mustang against the babyish give of her soft, little belly.
"I-I don't know... 1 guess so... but it doesn't go in very far. . . "
"And you play with your cunt while he does that", right?" Milo had pressed, visualizing the whole cock-throbbing scene in his mind. Again, the little nod of her head against his shoulder.
Jesus Christ, thinking about it now while they waited, he couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been so fucking keyed-up, not even the night he'd ass-raped that middle-aged wife of a minister who'd begged him to let her suck him off after! Everything about teeny Flossie had dragged at his bloated balls like a suction machine. Her long blonde hair way down to the middle of her back, those just filling-out pink-nippled breasts, the firm smooth flesh of her lush little girl buttocks, and thighs and legs that were going to be knock-outs! Christ, he wished he had her right there now on his lap! He'd have to pay his sister Rose another visit. . . but, of course, little Flossie wasn't the same chic!, she'd been that first time two years ago. She'd learned that she was sitting on a fortune and had soon began to capitalize on it, thanks to him. Though she sucked him with more skill now and wasn't worried about having babies, it was that wild innocence when she was new, eager and tender that had flipped him and made him go hunting for similar little teeny-boppers.
"Are, you sure we're safe here?" he'd questioned, looking around at the looming, bulky shadows of other counters and stacked wooden boxes.
"Sure I am! Nobody ever comes here. The building's condemned. They're going to tear it down pretty soon!" she replied, rapid-fire, stepping back to look up at him as if worried that he might change his mind.
He grinned. "Give us a kiss... a real hot girl-boy kiss!" he said, and she had tried, moving in close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. But it had been a post-office, little-girl act with her lips tight together, though she'd held it for a long time.
"How's that?" she whispered finally, smiling up at him.
"Not bad for starters. Now, take your panties off and open your blouse," he ordered, using a gentle, unfrightening tone. "You wear a bra?"
"Yes. . . "
"Take that off too."
"Y-You won't hurt me, Milo. . . honest, you won't will you?"
"Come on, baby... I'm your friend, remember. . . ?
She took off her clothes then, embarrassed, but she did it, yet in a way where he couldn't see a damned thing, her skirt covering her young pussy as she reached up beneath it to roll her little panties down her slender legs and step out of them. And then, she removed her blouse, her naked shoulders looking white and narrow in their gentle sloping. . . and finally her small bra, exposing the taut pointed mounds of her young budding breasts, their tiny pink nipples in the flickering candlelight looking like miniature marbles!
"T -There!" she gasped. "I feel as if I'm all bare!"
Milo cupped her warm soft breasts in his oversize hands and played with them for a moment, squeezing and massaging his big rough palms over their little hardened tips, his cock jumping crazily inside his pants. "Take it out!" he hissed at her. "Go ahead, while I play with your tits! Do it just like you do to Jimmy Evans! "
She hesitated, but only briefly, then he felt her lowering his zipper and her small girlish hand moving inside, her cool fingers finally curling around his swollen rigidity to send stabs of lecherous lust shooting through him. Her breath quickened with shock, he knew, at the feel of his hot heavy hardness and for a moment she just held onto it before bringing it out, then gaped down in the gloomy half-light.
"Geez! It's huge! Are they always this big?" she gasped.
"The bigger the better, honey!" he told her. " Just get down on your knees where you can look closer at it and I'll explain." like a sex education class in school, eh?"
Slowly, Flossie lowered down onto her knees while he held to her firm young breasts. She settled down until her face was right in front of his lewdly exposed cock and started to take her small hand away, but he caught it. "Move it back and forth, baby.. . yeah, like that," he choked. "Now way back until the head's clear. Ungh! See it now? Look at the slit in the end. . . you know what that's for, don't you?"
The pubescent girl nodded, her eyes fixed on his throbbing hard cock. "I-It's all wet! There's a tiny bubble there in the hole."
"T -That's love-juice! You made it come out!
"I did?" she looked up at him, excitedly pleased.
"Sure! And look down here." He tore open the fly of his pants further to expose his cum-bloated balls. "You know what they are?"
"Y - Your nuts!" her thin, little-girl voice eagerly questioned.
Milo nodded and she" looked back at them". "Feel 'em!" he said. "But very gently. Don't squeeze! "
She did. "Geez, they're so big, Milo! Jimmy's are little and tight and you have so much hair, like my father!"
"Haven't you got any hair down there!" he quickly asked her, his long, protruding cock throbbing visibly before her young eyes.
"A-A little. . . I'm only thirteen, you know," she reminded him, the tight excitement in her tone telling him she was loving what he was making her do.
"Kiss it!" he ordered. "Kiss it on the tip and just run your tongue over it .. .like you do to Jimmy!"
"You'll like that. . . no kidding! All girls like the taste! That's part of your education, Flossie doll! Go ahead, kiss it and touch the little slit with your tongue while I watch!"
"B-But you said you were going to . . . to do it to me first," she almost whimpered. "Please!
You do it first, then I will."
He didn't hesitate. Shit, he didn't want to blow it, or get her crying scared. Instead, he held to her luscious nubbin tits and raised her up, then with hands beneath her arms lifted her up onto the dirty counter.
"'All right, chick, let Milo see this sweet little cunt of yours! Lay back and spread your legs wide! Lift them up... that's right, way up high!"
Jesus, he could still see it nakedly exposed there before him in the flickering candlelight! Like his Caddy was spanking new, so was her pouting, tight slitted little pussy. . . and really not too little as he remembered, but fleshy between the open white columns of her young slender thighs, and barely covered with a fringe of yellowish fuzz lining its lips and sprinkled over her puffy little cuntal mound! He gaped at it hungrily, his eyes tracing the tight pinkish split downward to the ovals of her teenage ass-cheeks, the darker pinkness of her tiny anus where Jimmy's cock had played almost a shadow to him.
"Take your hands and open it up wide for me! Draw your legs back higher! I want to see where Jimmy puts his cock!" he rasped, knowing his use of dirty words was keenly exciting her all the more.
She drew back her legs further and reached down between them to spread open the, full moist plane of her loins, her tiny pink anus and virginal cunt completely revealed before his lecherous eyes! Fuck, he'd never seen anything so almighty cock-bending in his whole goddamned life! He bent his face down close to it, Smelling the tangy hot wetness of her feverish flesh and savoring the self-restraint he was exercising over himself. Flossie was panting like a new bride on her wedding night and maybe two seconds from breaking into frustrated tears. . . and he didn't want that!
Gently, he brushed her teenage hands away, replacing them with his own and feeling her lurch beneath his touch. He spread the baby-like lips of her sparsely lined cunt apart with his thumbs, his eyes feasting on the delicate pink inner wetness... the thin flushed petals, her tiny, school-girl clitoris that was barely a nub, the womanly slit of her urethra. . . and then her tight young vaginal mouth, her cherry as plain as the nose on his face! He kissed it, pressing his lips into the sensitive pink flesh and she squealed and shuddered all over. His hot tongue lashed out to taste the heady spice of her virginal young loins, and from that moment she was a lost little girl!
Frantically, he licked her teeny-bopper cunt, worming his tongue up into her unexplored vagina past its feeble maidenhead, played with her tender, baby-like anus until she whined and clutched at his head, and then he'd begun to suck her unknowing clitoris! It was that mind-unraveling sucking and tonguing of her youthful nerve-center that had he felt sure, made a hungering little bitch out of her!
"Oh geez... oh geez!' Don't stop!
Ooohhh . . . can't we both do it together? I-I've seen pictures.
With no hesitation, then, the petty gangster climbed up onto the counter, pushing his pants and shorts down and dangling his long heavy cock over her innocent face while he buried his sucking mouth and tongue deeper in the swollen tenderness of her thirteen year old loins.
Suddenly, Flossie was holding tight to his huge, blood-throbbing cock with one small hand and kissing it, running her tiny tongue all over the huge bulbous head. . . then trying to get it into her wide-open mouth while her other hand gently played with his cum-filled balls! He'd sucked like a mad-man, and at the same time began to work his huge hard length of aching cock deeper into her teenage mouth from above!
Greedily too, she tried to take it, beginning to suck at his lecherous hardness while he tongued and mouthed her baby cunt toward raptures she'd never realized existed! Thinking back now, Milo knew she'd been next to out of her gourd! She'd been getting ready to cum and probably for the first real time in her life! Like a little leech she'd pulled and sucked at his near-bursting cock, both of them clutching hungrily with lewdly working hands at the other. . . and then, suddenly she'd groaned out again and again around his heavy-veined hardness and he knew she was cumming! Just the thought had been enough, to tear open his floodgates, and suddenly, creamy cum right down her teenaged throat and she swallowing because there was nothing else she could do unless she wanted to strangle to death!
But she hadn't fought him! That he remembered well! Instead, her little hands had cupped up over his naked buttocks as if trying to pull his big, spewing cock deeper into her sucking mouth and throat. . . and that was what was making his rod of lust-swollen male hardness jerk in his pants at that very moment! Tonight he needed something the equivalent of what his vestal Flossie had been that night two years ago. . . though it didn't have to be measured in terms of age, only a mean and unique fulfiller for him!
"Okay, Virgil... it's time," Milo said, snapping off the radio. "Let's go and play a few cock-games with the late Lieutenant Vic Marshall's sexy widow!"
Bonnie Marshall leaned down to pet the massive head of her faithful police dog. Shep didn't raise it in his usual response, and she leaned over further.
"
"Hey, what's with you, old boy? Did Mama tire you out this afternoon?"
She smiled in silent sensuality to herself as she scratched at the big dog's ears, then straightened to find her nightcap. Tomorrow, she was going to have a long wire with a chain erected in the backyard, and that would end her canine-lover's philandering. . . if indeed that was what he was doing with all of her nice, pleasant neighbors. The bitches! She didn't trust a one of them! If they ever knew. . . any maybe one or two of them already did! She'd certainly caught him enough times with Shirley Hubbard next door and that young divorcee down the street!
Well, there wouldn't be any more of that! Anyway, she was going to take him and leave there, go back to Reading... good old Pennsylvania where she had been born and where her daddy still lived. Maybe... just maybe, Clark Everett was still around and single.
He had always had a thing for her, and he was probably an attorney now like his judge-father. Damn, he'd never been hard to take, not really. . . it was just that night he'd tried to seduce her when they were eighteen that had destroyed the whole picture.
Hindsight was always so much more illuminating than foresight. She could look back now and realize just how naive she'd actually been. . . the product of a too religious upbringing. God, how enraged she was when, he tried to slip his hand up her thigh beneath her dress. Bonnie smiled to herself, remembering as if it had happened last week, yet it had to be nine, ten years ago! Lord, was it possible? Yes, she'd just turned eighteen and been graduated from high school the week previous. They had parked in their regular private place out by the lake, the very same one where she had let him kiss her the first time some six months before. There had been little doubt in her mind but what they would get married. She was, in fact, only waiting for him to ask her, for as far as she was concerned they were already going steady, though neither had ever declared as much. Clark had been as uninitiated as she, attentive but never sticky, and that had pleased the dark-haired young girl. Their "necking sessions" had been almost droll episodes which they seemed to endure because it was expected of couples going together, and you were a "drag" among your friends if you didn't have a ready mate. . . and great stories to tell about what he had tried to do to you.
What had come over Clark that night, Bonnie couldn't imagine, though thinking back, she recalled how his attentions had begun to grow more ardent, his kisses more "gooey". Whether it had been disgust, or fear, or just plain unfeeling for Clark Everett, to this day she wasn't certain, but the moment she'd realized that his hand was suddenly up beneath her dress, hot against the naked flesh of her thigh, she had damn near screamed right out.
"What do you think your doing?" she'd squealed at him, clamping onto his shamefully aggressive hand with the clawing talons of her own. He grunted, not answering her, as if he had suddenly been struck dumb, but nevertheless his hand continued to clasp at the soft flesh of her thigh while he held his other arm around her, and the harder she pushed against it the more intensively he tried to force it up between her legs!
"Clark! Stop it! God! Are you sick in the head or something?" she gasped, unable to comprehend his wordless, grunting assault, overwhelming waves of shame beginning to envelope her. "Clark. . . ! Please! Please stop !"
But he didn't move. Instead, a weird raspy noise came out of his throat as he held her with the strength of a vice in one engulfing arm while his invading hand continued to wedge its way upward between her tightly clenched thighs! "I-I gotta feel it... got to, Bonnie! Jesus Christ! Let me feel of your cunt . . . just once, that's all . . . just one little feel. . . !"
"Y -You what...?". she choked. "Y -You. . . you're out of your mind! Don't!
Clark! Take your hand out of there! I'll scream! "
"Just one feel, Bonnie! Just one! It won't hurt! Jesus. . . please!" he gasped, clutching and shoving, trying to worm his hotly searching hand up further while she wrestled and squirmed, fighting against the hidden attacker between her legs as if it were a cobra!
Bonnie laughed aloud now as she vividly relived the insanely funny scene. But it hadn't been funny to that young virginal girl who had begun to scratch and gouge at her assailant's face until he'd jumped from the car with her running after him in half-screeching tears, threatening to have him arrested for rape the moment she got back to town! And after that night, she had only seen him twice more before she left Reading, both times chance meetings on the street with her snubbing him as if he were diseased.
Three days later she met a salesman aboard the train that was carrying her to. California and slept with him the first night in a little Oklahoma tank-town, giving him the jealously hoarded gift of her virginity. She never saw him again. He was gone in the morning when she awakened, and so was two of her three-hundred dollars. Yes, she'd learned the hard way, hadn't she. . . in every single respect, from the stupid episode with Clark Everett to her final marriage to Vic Marshall. God, what a conglomeration, of sick and horrible incidents had made up her young life! Was it any wonder she should find love and happiness in the devoted German shepherd at her feet after the men she'd known?
The striking young brunette sipped at her drink as she again leaned down to pet her sleepy-headed darling. "What's wrong with you, precious? Don't you feel well tonight? I've never seen you so dragged out."
Bonnie got to her feet and stood looking down at the big stretched out, animal for a long moment. He just couldn't seem to keep his eyes open, and that was so unlike him.
"Well. . . come on, baby. We'll go into bed. Come. on . . . Shep! Come on!". the young widow snapped, becoming irritated at his reluctance to struggle onto his feet. She watched him closely as they walked to the bedroom, wondering if he had actually staggered, or if she was seeing things. And then, when he refused to get up onto the bed, but just flopped down onto the floor at the foot, she really became concerned. God, if anything should ever happen to him . . .
Slowly, the shapely, dark-eyed girl began to undress, her anxiety growing as she continued to watch the sleeping dog.
Chapter Six
Bonnie Marshall had just slipped on a sheer nightie and was about to drop to her knees beside the sprawled Shep when she saw them move through her bedroom doorway! A scream bunched into her throat and her mouth opened wide, her eyes expanding in stark terror!
"One peep outa you and I'll kill the mutt for sure this time!" the brutish-mouthed one snarled, the revolver in his hand leveled on Shep's massive, prostrate form.
"That's better," the other, the same hatchet-faced one... the man who had killed Vic, was saying as he moved further into the room toward her! "Don't worry, doll, he's okay, just sleeping's all."
Bonnie gaped at them, panic striking her momentarily helpless, the tall thin one's words at last registering with a terrible portentous meaning. Somehow, they had done this to her darling, whatever it was... but why... why had they come back? To kill her. . . to kill both of them?
"Wh-what do you want here?" she managed, hardly recognizing her own fear-ridden voice.
"Not much. A little talk. . . and maybe some nice feminine hospitality," the hatchet-faced one said, grinning evilly, and it finally dawned on her that he . . . both of them, were lustfully raking their eyes over her almost naked body.
Bonnie shuddered as an icy chill raced up her spine. She snatched at her wrapper lying at the foot of the bed, but the weasel-like man Dave Ramm had called Virgil Golde was quicker.
"You won't need this, Mrs. Marshall," he leered, tossing it onto the floor.
"In fact, you won't be needing that sexy little nightie either," the other put in, his skull-like face twisted into a ghastly expression of rank lust. "So why don't you just strip it off, cunt, and save me the trouble of ripping it to shreds, eh?"
Bonnie staggered, backward several steps, the full realization of their intentions beginning to penetrate her initial shock. She gaped at her protector lying helpless and unconscious on the floor. God, why hadn't she identified this. . . this savage when she'd had the chance. . . and then the fact that she hadn't suddenly became something she could cling to!
"W -why. .. why are you doing this to me? I didn't even try to identify you! God, please. . . I swear, I never will!"
"Well, now, that's one of the things I want to talk to you about, lady," Milo said, his eyes narrowing. "Just why didn't you finger Virg, here, eh? You knew it was him! What's the bit?"
"I-I wasn't sure. . . and even if I had been I wouldn't have identified him!" Bonnie lied in desperation.
"Why not?"
"God, I-I don't want any trouble," she said, beginning to sob out her words. "I just want to get away from here is all!"
Milo studied her. She could be telling the truth, but that hardly mattered to the rest of his plans. It was whipped-cream if she was scared shitless, but it was the cherry setting on top that he greedily wanted now, and he had no intentions of leaving without it. He obscenely snarled: "You know what sort of fucking bastard Vic Marshall was, baby? Do you for sure?"
"Yes. . . yes, now leave me,
Alone." Bonnie blurted, not lying, yet cravenly hoping to protect herself, and Shep at any cost. "Please. . . please don't hurt us . . . !"
"No one's gonna hurt you, doll... not a luscious stack of curves like you, eh Virg? Naw . . . we're just going to be sure you don't go mouthing off to the pigs, right? We thought we'd tighten up the friendship between you and us a bit is all... you know, like intimate stuff. . . fucking with a bit of sucking thrown in. That's all, ain't it Virgil?"
"Yeah!" the redheaded, brute-mouth rasped, his colorless eyes like a pair of white-hot coals raking over her near-nakedness.
"Oh .. . oh no, please... I swear I, I never. . . ."
"Now don't get all shook, Mrs. Marshall," Milo said, moving slowly forward toward her. "A beautiful bitch like you knows all about those fuck-suck things, how a guy digs having his hard prick mouthed and loved up. I mean, it ain't as if you're a virgin or something. So let's not make a rough scene of it, cause you're gonna get it anyway. Besides, if you don't cooperate, Virgil here is going to take his sticker and cut that goddammed mutt's heart out, then put it in your little hand! Now, you wouldn't want that, would you, bitch?"
Clammy, blood curdling nausea gripped like cold fingers at Bonnie's soft belly at his grisly threat, her eyes suddenly attracted to the glint of shimmering steel appearing in Virgil's freckled hand, the long blade seeming to quiver as it zipped out from the pearlish handle with a deadly snapping sound! She glanced from the gleaming switchblade to the cruel eyes of the big, broad-shouldered man who held it, not the slightest doubt in her mind but that he would, take sadistic pleasure in performing the very act the other had fiendishly threatened! Good God. . . her helpless darling... she would do anything to stop them!
"I-I'll do wh-whatever you want. . . " Bonnie heard herself say in a forced, level voice she hardly believed was her own. "Just... just don't hurt him."
"Don't worry, baby. Milo always keeps his word," the hatchet-faced one lewdly grinned.
"Now, supposing you strip that sexy nightie off so Virg and I can see what you've got firsthand, " Come on . . . move."
From that moment on, the voluptuous Bonnie Marshall performed as if robotized, or perhaps as might the most expensive of prostitutes, her mind filled with little else but solicitude for the drugged German shepherd on the floor. When she could think at all, her thoughts were of him, even as she bent herself to the lowest and most degrading of obscenities to satisfy their brutal lust! Yes, she would have done more if it had been necessary to save her helpless darling.
"Walk around the room for us, chick, slow-like, then bend over so we can see your ass!" Milo ordered, gaping at her voluptuously curved white nakedness as he kicked off his pants and shorts, his long lust-hardened cock bursting loose to angle out in a thick-veined red menace, from', his hairy loins. Beside him, Virgil was doing the same, his young massive hardness overshadowing his ricket-chested partner in length and thickness when it cleaved the air like a sloop's bow spirit.
Bonnie cringed at the sight of them, tearing her eyes away from the pair of huge blood-hardened rods that meant only shameful torture for her, degrading subservience that she had no way of fighting. She was defenseless against them. . . totally helpless, vulnerable as a harem slave to their rapacious desires.
"Come on, bitch! Bend over and show us your ass!" Milo repeated.
The onyx-eyed girl sensed the lump in her throat as she responded, ignoring the hot blood flushing her cheeks scarlet, telling herself repeatedly that she was doing it to save her dog-lover's life!
"Hey, come on, baby, spread those luscious legs!" Milo snapped, his voice husky with obvious lust. .
"Reach back and pull open your ass-cheeks!" the other voice lewdly commanded. "Hurry up unless you want the sonovabitchin' mutt sliced to ribbons!"
Quickly Bonnie spread her legs out wide and reached behind her, grasping the lust ovals of her obscenely presented buttocks and pulling them apart until she could only imagine the salacious picture she made for them!
"Jesus Christ, you ever see anything like that tight little asshole, Milo?"
"You want to kiss it, maybe tongue it a little, Virg?"
"I'm going to fuck it! That's what I'm gonna do!"
"Hold it, man! You ain't going to do nothing until Milo dips his wick, eh? Now. . . you go around in front of her and hold her head down while I play with that sweet little black-haired cunt for a few minutes. Okay?"
"O-okay, Milo. . . but can she suck me while you're doing it? Jeez, my prick's about ready to bust!"
"You hang tight till I tell you, buddy. Just hold her head and shoulders down while I worm it up into her... you haven't fucked until you've taken a cunt this way, Virgie."
There was more, but Bonnie tried to shut it out. She only wished to God that she felt some sensual desire so that her vagina was open and wet and ready for this lewd attack, but both horrifying dread and concern for Shep had denied her all but loathsome repugnance. Not even the sight of their huge hard cocks had stirred anymore than a minute sensation within her. . . God, how could they? ... and then she felt the big, rough hands before her. She knew that she had only to raise her eyes and there would be his huge, lust-hardened cock.
Milo moved in behind the obscenely bent over girl and dropped to his knees. He jockeyed in closer, goatishly studying the entire hand-spread panorama of her loins. Christ, what gorgeous legs the bitch had. . . smooth full thighs like a dancer, muscle-tautened now in her stooped position. And the fleshy moons of her rounded white ass-cheeks, fuck! And her cunt . . . it was just a thin pink strip between those pouting, curl-fringed lips, hardly spreading open, almost virginal like Flossie's had, been! Shit, he wouldn't have believed that!
"Spread those ass-cheeks wider, baby!" the gangster commanded from his kneeling position behind her and Bonnie did until he had a clearer view of her tiny little anus, the entire surrounding crevice as smooth and hairless as a baby's face! But his lustful eyes kept coming back to the pinkish slash separating the raven-haired lips of her vagina. He had always been a cunt-man, and this one looked long and arched the way he liked them, with pouting lips that nearly kissed, letting him know that it was still tight, probably tighter than most he'd fucked.
There wasn't a trace of wetness and he hadn't expected it. She was too goddamned scared to turn on yet, but she'd be good and wet before they finished with her. . . drenched was a better word! Sometimes, he liked to fuck them dry and listen to them squeal when he rammed into them, but it always tore at his foreskin like someone peeling a banana, and he didn't dig pain. That was why he seldom ass-fucked - it was always so frigging dry... unless it was someone like that crazy minister's wife who'd kept spitting on her fingers and wetting his cock. Virgie could have that when the time came - he had other plans!
Bonnie strained, hardly able to breath in her shameful, bent-over position as Virgil's big hands pressed harshly down against her naked shoulders. God, what an obscene spectacle she had to make subjugated as she was between them. . . and she could feel the heat of their closeness, but mostly Milo's behind her! His face was right up there, she knew by the hotness of his uneven breaths against the tender flesh of her exposed buttocks and thighs. . . and brushing tauntingly against the soft hair of her loins! She could see his kneeling form behind her as she looked back between her wide-stanced legs, his thick blood-swollen cock' thrusting up from his hairy pelvis and his heavy balls visible to her in her upside-down world!
Milo thumbed open the resilient fleshy lips of her cunt, spreading them slowly apart and watching her black pubic curls untangle as he exposed to his lustful eyes the pink orchard of her secret inner flesh. Unmoistened, the raw intimacy intrigued him. He leaned forward, snuggling his pursed lips in tight between the warm cuntal folds he held parted, and planted a hot kiss, pressing his mouth hard against the sensitive flesh and feeling her spasm in voluntarily at the erotic contact. She whimpered and he did it again to make her repeat her helpless whine.
"Aw, jees, boss, hurry up. My prick's about to break off," Virgil pleaded from in front of their dark-haired captive.
"Cool it, boy!" Milo barked, and with the very tip he began to trace tiny lines through and over the delicate inner-flesh, never pressing, only teasing, moving up and down the pink-hued split in purposeful tormenting design. At the tight mouth of her vagina, he circled its tender little lips again and again, and then he both saw and tasted it... the glistening rivulet of sensual secretion spilling down to moisten the simmering core of her sexy body and make her ready for fucking!
The bitch, Milo thought, as he began to worry her clitoris for the first time, then drew his head back to watch it quiver and harden into an erect little button of desire. He drew his hot wet tongue tormentingly over it listening to the gasps beginning to choke out of her then leaned back again to watch the shimmering secretions which had begun to dribble profusely from her tight pink vagina to soon saturate her whole cuntal crevice. He leaned down then and looked between her long widespread legs to see he voluptuous breasts whitely blocking his view of her face. He saw their nipples like large pink beacons on swaying, upside down mountains, and felt his cock give a hurtful lurch of needing desire!
Milo thrust his tongue up into her dilating vagina as far as he could reach, tasting the racy liquid heat of her unwillingly turned-on cunt! She convulsed and trembled before his onslaught, and again and again as he continued his sadistic torture, his mouth seemingly glued to the tongue-spread split between her legs, she spasmed and whimpered in building mindlessness, her physical passion growing stronger than anything mental she could call upon!
Suddenly, the sunken-chested gangster struggled to his feet. "Now, we fuck, Mrs. Marshall! So squat that luscious cunt right back onto this hard sonovabirch with feeling, eh? With feeling, baby! Feeling!"
The loss of the man's hot pleasure-inciting mouth and lashing tongue from her susceptible loins caused frustration to wash through Bonnie's obscenely jackknifed nakedness, but she fought against letting her two captors know that. At least, what was next to come would be more bearable now that the one called Milo had started the flames of carnal desire licking at her previously unaroused vagina. Thank God for that! Then Bonnie felt one of his hands on the stretched mound of her left buttock that she was still holding luridly spread open for him as she waggled her rounded white hips backward as commanded. Through her legs and between her swaying breasts, she could see him obscenely grasping the shaft of his lust-thickened hardness in his other hand, it's bulbous purple head a massive threat to the mercifully moistened slit of her vulnerable pussy.
"Come on, bitch! Back onto it! I don't intend to move a hair!" Milo hoarsely rasped. "Do it! Shove your cunt right back onto it, baby! You're going to do the fucking while I watch, and you better make it good"
Straining, Bonnie scuffed her naked feet backward several inches on the rug in her struggle to work her widespread legs and thighs, and her pulled-open white buttocks closer to the huge rod of red-swollen cock-flesh waiting to be sheathed up inside her defenseless vagina. She felt the blunt rubbery tip make contact with her fleshy vaginal lips, expanding their, hair-lined resilience, stretching open the ovaled mouth of her tight cuntal passage as she tried to ease slowly backward onto the hot, heavy-veined thickness.
A sudden, sharp slap across the tender flesh of one buttock stingingly shocked her. "I said to fuck it, you bitch, and with feeling! Now jam it up that hole and keep your sweet ass moving before I lose my patience! Fuck it, Mrs. Marshall, and fuck it hard!" Milo snarled.
With another look at her beloved Shep lying unconscious on the rug a few feet away, Bonnie sank her teeth into her full lower lip and thrust her obscenely offered buttocks back hard onto the raging length of penis behind her, spearing it right up into her not yet fully prepared cunt.
"Uuuggghhh!" she groaned as she felt his turgid cock-head plowing her sensitive inner flesh in raw ripples before it, a sharp pang of agony stabbing through her soft belly when it nudged the soft cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside her skewered loins. She gasped at the sudden pain she'd been forced to inflict on herself, her eyes glazing as she began to salaciously undulate her upthrusted hips and still held-open buttocks back and forth around his cruelly impaling cock!
Behind her, feeling her swing on his rock hard penis, Milo watched her whorish performance with gloating gust. Christ, how he delighted in subjugating them, especially the snooty, too-good-for-you dames like this beautiful bitch. "Fuck harder, cunt! Ram it right up to your tits!" he hissed down over her slavishly bent back.
He heard her heaving breaths as she toiled to please him, licentiously plunging her all-absorbing cunt back, hard onto his hotly throbbing rigidity, her yielding ass-cheeks making a lewd swatting sound when they flattened against his pelvis and thighs. She seemed to grow more diligent as he watched and of her own accord, as if her tight slippery cunt was working up a new steam all its own! He gaped at the clasping folds of pinkly glistening pussy-flesh clinging to his aching rod when she drew off it almost to its blood-engorged tip, only to ride it back up inside her when, she threw herself back onto it. Jesus Christ, she was turning on whether she wanted to or not! Her hot little cunt was suddenly clutching at his pulsating length of cock-flesh as if it was trying to rip it out by the roots!
Bonnie was beyond any pretense now! Not only had her loins become a seething bed of ever-mounting excitement from the huge, hardened cock she was being forced to fuck but undeniable sensations of masochistic wantonness had begun to govern her every debauched move. Her total defenselessness as she stooped degradedly before Milo, having to endure this painful self-inflicted rape, the feel of his brutally hardened penis tearing up into her tender belly all of it had set lust-hungering impulses raging wildly through her helpless body. Feverishly, she fucked him, hardly hearing his words anymore even when he snarled them down at her. Only the stinging slap across her naked ass-cheeks registered, and then she listened!
"I said to suck him, bitch!" Milo ordered. "Now, you cunt! Suck Virgil's cock!"
The big redhead, naked from the waist down like his skinny partner who was ramming it to her from behind, had been just about to take matters in his own hands when Milo saved him the trouble. Shit, his thumping cock was ready to blow off in the mere watching of Milo making her screw him! He'd never seen a broad forced to do it that way before and the frigging sight had been damned near enough to make him cum by itself! Goddam, he'd wanted to sodomize her, she had such a terrific ass - but he knew that once she began to suck him off, he'd be done for... and by the looks of old Milo, he wasn't far off either! Damnit, he could always come back another time. . . and alone. . . for a little piece of that tail!
Virgil reached down and caught a handful of Bonnie's short, dark hair, jerking her head up and back until her lax young face was level with his hurting, blood-rigid cock. "Suck it, Mrs. Marshall! Suck it hard till I shoot my cum right down your throat!" he spat. "Hurry up .. . lick it first. . . you know how!"
God yes. . . she knew how! The young widow thought as she focused her dark eyes on the long thick length of the penis before her eyes. He handled at its broad base, drawing the heavy foreskin back until the entire wet glans shimmered purplish in the bedroom light, the slit at its tip oozing forth-tiny white drops of escaping semen! Yes, she knew how to do it! She knew how to perform every salacious act in the entire realm of sexual obscenity! Hadn't she had one of the most sadistic of teachers? And ironically enough, even though he was dead, the sordid ravaging of her helplessly naked body at this very, moment was because of him! In memory of you, Vic Marshall. I'll suck this bastard's goddamn cock and drink his cum! And I'll love it . . . both of their hot loads of sperm! I owe it to them for killing you!
Bonnie braced her hands above her knees, suddenly aware that Milo had taken command of the fucking action behind her, his clutching fingers locking vise-like onto her softly arched hips as he began to race his soaring hardness more rapidly up into her simmering liquid passage. Wantonly, she raised her eyes up at Virgil's brutish, lust-slackened face, holding them there as she stuck her tiny tongue out and waited for him to rub his huge, wet cock-head over it!
"Jesus Christ!" he choked, hunching his hairy loins lewdly forward when he realized that she was almost smiling up at him in that sensuous, open mouthed offer! Slit, she wanted to suck him! What else?
Yes, she did want this. It might be the distortion of a warped brain, Bonnie insanely reasoned, but it was somehow bringing her a sense of total retribution against the beast she called her husband, as if she were spitting his murderers cum on his grave! Greedily, she began to lick and lave the spongy wetness of Virgil's pulsating cock-head, tasting the heady tang of its premature secretion when she wormed the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the end! She played her tongue knowledgeably along the glands underside, her dark eyes growing ravenous when they fixed on the bloated heaviness of his sperm-filled testicles. With one hand, she reached up between his legs to cup them gently, encircling thumb and forefinger around the broad base of his lust-bloated cock.
Virgil grunted in erotic amazement at her unexpected caresses, and then he saw her tongue-moistened lips slipping in a tight oval over the head of his wildly throbbing hardness! They moved onto it until the whole knob was sucked into the wet heat of her mouth, her lush red lips locking in a maddening pressure just behind the coronal rim while her tongue began a spine-tingling swirl and stabbing action that made him groan aloud! At the same time, he bent over and reached beneath her to cup the full hanging mounds of her nipple-hardened breasts, massaging and kneading them gently in his big hands to let her know he appreciated her voluntary sucking of his huge aching rod!
Golde's savagely hardened cock, long and thick with lust, stuffed Bonnie's small mouth full as she tried with vindictive hunger to suck it in hateful memory of her sadistic husband. Simultaneously, she thrust her obscenely presented loins back onto the raging stiff length of the hatchet-faced man who had actually murdered him, working her inner cuntal muscles in a rhythmic milking motion around Milo's thickly swollen penis. Their scalding cum shooting into her at both ends of her naked body was going to wash away every memory of that cruel man. . . as well as save the life of her wonderful sleeping animal lover on the floor by the bed. Could anything, or any combination of things so debauched be as fulfilling as what was happening to her at that very moment?
Something wild and weirdly foreign had happened to this slaving bitch bent before him, Milo concluded as he hammered furiously up into the clutching walls of her burning hot vagina. He'd raped more than his share of women, even seen them come-on like the minister's wife, but never with such an eager hunger as the late Vic Marshall's luscious wife was showing at that very moment! She was fucking him like a demon, and sucking Virgil's big cock as if she couldn't get enough! Christ, it had to be going right down her throat!
"Goddamn, Milo!" his redheaded partner suddenly blurted out, gaping at him through vacant eyes.
The poor bastard was all gone, Milo thought. She had to be dragging the lining of his balls right up through his cock! Sonovabitch . . . if he could bring himself to pull it out of her cunt, he'd shove it right up that tight little asshole . .. but he couldn't! Her pussy was like a sucking throat, and the building pressure in his aching inflated balls about to flip him! What a fucking machine she was... but there was something weird about it . . . almost frightening for Christ's sake!
A fearful lump abruptly gathered in Milo Penny's throat, his lack of education and gift of inherent ignorance sponsoring the thoughts racing through his ghetto-taught mind! Jesus, was she a witch or something? He'd heard about witches and sex... they could never get enough! Holy Christ! Well, he was going to find out just how much she'd take without begging.
He thrust his hands further down around her hips, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her smooth flat belly as he raised her bodily up off the floor! Her feet dangled as he fucked viciously up into her fire-filled pussy from behind! His aching penis smashed up into her sheathing, clasping cuntal passage like an oversize dildo, his legs bent at the knees as he half-squatted and pulled her back down onto it, hammering his raging hardness deep into her quivering belly as obscene fleshy smacks loudly filled the bedroom!
He heard her begin to hum and saw her draw her legs up crab-like, as if she were overjoyed by his brutal fucking, her beautiful hips and ass-cheeks squirming and writhing on the fantastically deep penetration of his throbbing cock scraping at the underside of her soft belly! At the same time he saw her head bobbing lewdly on the length of Virg's lust-rigid cock! The redheaded bastard had to let go of her tits to clutch at her dark curly hair, and there wasn't anymore than an inch of his huge rod of flesh visible from Milo's eye-straining position when he shoved it up into her mouth!
Whatever moments of pain or shame the voluptuous young widow might have known in the beginning and long since passed. Only wanton, vindictive desire now saturated her naked body as she gave herself over to her depraved task. Her vibrant young body screamed for fulfillment, but she knew that erotic bliss couldn't come until she'd first sucked and fucked the boiling white sperm from their loins, an act which would somehow curse and disintegrate the horrifying memory of Lieutenant Vic Marshall!
But, even as she pacified herself with these thoughts of vengeance, Bonnie knew in the depths of her heart and soul that her own sensual hunger for sexual debauchery was also driving her ravenously on! She knew it and ignored it as she sucked the cock sliding thickly in and out of her wanting, wide-open mouth, her lips clinging hotly to it, her tiny tongue feverishly working to taunt the stream of cream-like cum from the churning vat of his sperm-bloated balls in her small caressing hand!
She wanted it squirting into her mouth and down her throat, flooding and making her swallow its seething thickness into the greedy softness of her belly! She knew now that she could cum whenever she wanted! Her loins teetered on a pinnacle of blissful insanity! When they began to shoot their ravaging cum into her at both ends, then she would throw herself over the cliff! It had never been more intoxicating than it was at this moment for her, and she hung there, waiting, desperately sucking and fucking with her legs drawn up in an obscene fold between the two men's half-naked bodies.
You cunt! Suck my cock! Suck it hard, goddamn you! Oh... oooohhhh . . . you bitch. . .! Suck it! I'm cumming!" Virgil gasped, thrusting his heavy loins at her face in lust-ragged tempo as her hand came up to grasp his spasming hardness and her mouth worked frantically around the huge pulsating length of his cock spewing its fiery cum down her swallowing throat.
The sight was too much for Milo! He watched Virg bent over with his pumping cock completely absorbed in her mouth, her lush red lips almost touching his hairy pelvis and her cheeks lewdly bloating and hollowing as she swallowed his load of jism! Something in the nature of a bolt of lightning racked his frame and he knew he was cumming!
"Now. . . nowww!" he screamed at her, his skinny body convulsing as he held her still higher off the floor and she plunged backward onto his bursting cock! Raising her legs up high in the most obscene position he'd ever seep, she ground her soft buttocks and omnivorous cunt back onto the rock-hard length of his straining penis like a mad-woman. Frantically, she squirmed, with a stupefied Milo helping to hold her feet high and wide while he tried to fuck deeper up into her vagina.
Bonnie did it then with a commanding knowledge of her own body, the first time ever brain-ordering her cunt to cum as his searing sperm began to shoot thickly up in to her quivering belly, the taste of Virgil's cum still lustfully piquant in her mouth! Sensations of utter joy screamed through her quaking body as she smacked her sticky lips and tasted the lingering semen in her mouth, reveling in the long, hard spurts gushing hotly up into her craving belly. . . and then, she began to slowly relax, sensing Milo's now flaccid length drawing back out of her ravaged loins.
They left her lying there naked on the floor where she had turned over on her side to face the sleeping German shepherd. Her hand reached out to stroke his massive head and Virgil said
"Maybe we should put her up in the bed, Milo."
"Maybe. . . but I don't think so. Let's get out of here!"
"She's okay, isn't she?"
"Okay? Shit yes! This doll will always be okay!" Milo whispered and Bonnie heard it, though she knew she wasn't supposed to.
"Jeez, she's something else, eh Milo!"
"Shut up, and let's take off. We've had ours!"
"Wh-what about the mutt? That's what's worrying her, and I don't like to see her. . . "
"Jesus Christ, goonball! The fucking mutt's okay! A heavy downer never killed anybody! Now, let's get out of here!"
Chapter Seven
Ann Ramm's jingling telephone awakened her from a sound, pleasureful sleep. She snapped on the bedside lamp and tried to focus her eyes on the small face of her wristwatch. . . four-thirty! Who could it be? The hospital.. . nave? She slipped a negligee over her voluptuous nakedness and scuffed toward the hallway where the ringing telephone sat, the thought of her young husband possibly injured bringing to mind the beautiful evening they had spent together. God, he'd only been gone an hour or so . . . and he was going to move back in to the apartment tomorrow. The divorce nonsense was over and done with. She'd wanted him to stay, but he'd insisted that he had to get some rest and knew he wouldn't if he didn't go back to his rented room.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Ann... Ann Ramm?" a familiar feminine voice, yet one that she didn't readily recognize, questioned.
"Yes, this is she. Who is speaking?"
"Bonnie Marshall, Ann! I - I realize this is an awful hour to call you, but... but I didn't know where else to turn!" she apologized, her voice tight with anxiety.
"What is it, Bonnie? Is something wrong?" Ann quickly responded.
"Oh Ann... I can't. tell you over the phone. . . but Shep too, they did something to him and I'm afraid. . . afraid he may be dying."
"They? Who, Bonnie?"
"Please. . . I can't tell you any more over the phone! I - I realize it's an imposition, but. . . but could you please come over here? I'm terribly, terribly frightened!"
"Of course, dear! You just sit tight and I'll be there in a few minutes!" Ann replied, used to such untimely moments in her profession. "Wil1 you be all right until I get there, Bonnie... is it something I should call Dave about?"
"No! No, please don't do that!"
"An right, Bonnie? Be calm now. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
It was actually closer to twenty-five before Ann rang the doorbell on the lighted porch and the front door of the Marshall house swung almost immediately inward. "God, I thought you'd never get here, Ann the stunning brunette, wearing a green wrapper over her nightie, gasped as, she reached for the younger blonde girl's hand. "Please look at Shep right away, before we say anymore? I'm out of my mind worrying about him!"
Ann followed quickly behind Bonnie to a bedroom where the big German shepherd lay lifelessly sprawled on the floor, his powerful jaws lax and his long pink tongue lolling. At first glance, Ann was inclined to agree with the young widow, though she didn't say as much, but Shep certainly looked as if he might be dying, or perhaps already dead. She was no doctor, and a far cry from a veterinarian but she could almost detect the absence of life. She knelt down and leaned over to press her cheek against the huge animal's furry chest, but his, body warmth and slow but steady heartbeat let her know he was a long way from that.
"Is he...Is he...." Bonnie choked.
"He's very much alive, Bonnie, I'm happy to say!" Ann smiled up at her, then with gentle thumb, rolled the animal's eyelid open. Her own brow furrowed. She'd seen the symptoms, too much of them as a matter of fact, for the hospital Out-Patient department had few days when there wasn't a similar human emergency of this sort. "He's been drugged! How long has he been this way, Bonnie?"
"H-Hours now. . . they said something about a . . . a downer. Isn't that a pill of some sort?" Bonnie pressed, dropping to her knees beside the pretty blonde nurse who was carefully studying her.
"A barbiturate, but the question is, how much has he had and who the devil are they, Bonnie?" Ann answered and questioned at the same time. Again, she felt Shep's heartbeat, satisfied that it was strong enough, and that if had been unconscious for hours there was little danger now. She tried to decipher the onyx-eyed beauty's near-tearful expression.
"Oh Ann . . . I'll tell you everything, but first, please do what you can for him."
"I'm sure he's going to be okay, Bonnie. . . but if you'll get some cold water and a towel, I think I can bring him around."
At six a.m. Ann sat in Bonnie Marshall's living room drinking welcomed hot coffee laced with brandy, the big German shepherd awake now, yet still groggy as he rested at their feet. The young blonde nurse's mouth had fallen open and continued to hang agape in unhidable shock, at the series of horrifying, lewd and sadistic revelations the vivacious dark-eyed widow had unfolded over the past hour, baring her very soul in her tale of hellish existence with her late husband. Nor had she hesitated to tell Ann of the forced sexual acts which had taken place in her bedroom only hours before, and by the very pair of men who had murdered Vic Marshal!
Oh, Bonnie, I you. . . you poor darling! We should have looked after you first! Why didn't you tell me you'd been raped!" Ann, exclaimed, reaching for the older girl's hand. "We better call Dave- right away!"
"No, Ann! I don't want it reported!" Bonnie exclaimed, astonishing the blonde girl even further. "I know I must sound insane to you, but. . . but what started as rape didn't. . . didn't end up quite that way. . . you see . . . as it went on . . . I - I got so hot with their. . .. their big hard penises mercilessly ramming up into me.. . and being naked and helpless between them.. that - that I didn't want them to stop! Somehow, I - I felt as if I was repaying Vic Marshall for all the wicked and vile indignities he had subjected me to while he lived! I - I was cursing him in his grave, Ann . . . almost spitting his own murderer's sperm on his filthy memory... and I'm not sorry it happened . . . I'm glad!"
Bonnie began to sob then, throwing herself into Ann's open arms, the latter too staggered by the brunette's obscenely arousing confessions to offer any comment. She held the weeping beauty as she sat beside her on the couch, held her scantily covered curves against her own consoling body, undeniable lurid stimulation churning within her own belly. Ann swallowed in an attempt to abate the growing dryness in her throat as she became consciously aware of Bonnie's soft yielding warmth in her arms, a sensation of embarrassment quickly following.
"There now. . . you're going to be all right"
Bonnie," Ann said, gently making her sit upright as she held to her shoulders and offered a warm smile. "You're exhausted, darling. .. you need sleep. . . we both do as a matter of fact. . . "
"Oh no, I can't sleep, Ann! God! Not with Shep still groggy. . . and. I'm too upset myself!"
"You must get some rest, Bonnie! I'll give you something to relax you," Ann insisted, reaching for her purse where the little medical kit she always carried was handy. "And don't worry about Shep, dear. He's okay now. . . In a few more minutes whatever they gave him will be all worn off."
"Ann, no, please! I - I don't want to sleep! I'm afraid now... being here alone!" Bonnie said, still sitting but moving to the edge of the cushion. "I just want to leave this place as quick as I can get packed. Shep and I . . . "
"Honey, you're in no condition to even think of such a thing until you've had some sleep!"
Ann was vehement. "Do you want to fall in a heap someplace, collapse? I'm not trying to frighten you, but you will, Bonnie! You've been through a trying ordeal!" Once more the concerned young wife's medical training came to the fore. "Now listen to me, I'll stay here with you today. You have another bedroom, don't you?"
"Yes! Oh, would you, Ann, please? You can borrow a nightie and anything else you need."
"Of course, darling. I'll call the hospital and make an excuse... and we'll both get some sleep" . . .
In all truth, Bonnie Marshall was totally drained and the moment the beautiful blonde girl offered to stay with her, she wilted, slumping-back onto the couch with a smile of the deepest affection warming her stunning face. "I'll never forget your kindness through this, Ann!" she half-whispered. "I - I hope you don't think of me as some sort of. . . slut. . . after what I've told you."
"Bonnie! Don't say such awful things. . . or even think them!" Ann reprimanded. "Maybe. . . maybe I understand much more than you realize. I - I am, after all, a woman too, you know?"
Bonnie stared at the voluptuous blue-eyed girl who was smiling as she took the small case from inside her purse. God, what a wonderful person she was! She'd never had a friend like her! The dark-haired widow was suddenly sorry that she hadn't told Ann everything, the way Vic had forced her to give herself to Shep in the beginning, and of the beautiful building love which had grown from that first unnatural union. . . but she hadn't. She would, though. She would confide everything in her... but later, when she could do it justice. . . make Ann really understand that it was not a depravity but the most beautiful love in the world that they shared between them! Right now, she could hardly even think straight, let alone explain what was between Shep and herself. . .
"Take this, dear," Ann ordered, holding the little yellow capsule until Bonnie opened her mouth, then handing -her a glass of water. "Good! Now, let me tuck you in . . . and just remember, I'll be here when you wake up, darling. Sleep as long as you can"
Shep got to his feet, staggered while Ann smiled down at him, then proceeded to follow her into the guest bedroom. In her hand, the no-longer estranged wife carried her fourth cup of heated, brandy-laced coffee, the sexy lines she'd just exchanged over the telephone with her handsome husband warmly stirring her.
She'd called him because he was to move back into the apartment today and she'd promised to be there, her plans for playing hooky from work made the night before.
"I'm at Bonnie Marshall's, lover. She buzzed me after you left. . . not feeling well and I came right over here. . . "
"What is it, Ann?" he interrupted. "Is she very sick?"
"No, darling, don't worry. Nerves mostly, I'm sure," Ann replied, feeling guilty, but with no intentions of betraying Bonnie's confidence. It seemed like a violation of some sort to her, as if she were breaking the law herself by not telling him everything, but regardless, she couldn't bring herself to do that. Anyway, Bonnie would probably deny it if faced with an accusation there was little question that she'd enjoyed her raping, if you could call it that, and was there any wonder?
"More important, baby, how are you this spectacular morning?" Dave's now exuberant voice came to her.
"Well. . . tired, but feeling gorgeous inside, husband," she huskily answered, a shiver of sensuous warmth for him fondly prickling over her. "It seems that a certain lover-man dropped by to see me last night and brought red roses. You know, I'm a sucker for red roses. . . "
"A what?" he quickly picked up on her double entendre.
Ann laughed. "Don't get so damned smart, officer!"
"I'll send you three dozen!"
"Save your money to pay the rent. Lieutenant Ramm. I don't want a crooked cop for a husband," Ann teased.
"Well said, baby.. . and I love you for it! Dinner someplace tonight?"
"Yes. Leg of lamb at the apartment - a ewe, that is . . . if I get back in time to toss it into the oven."
"You better! I want that dessert that I didn't get enough of last night," Dave said and she knew he was grinning.
"Well. . . you've got one consolation, Lieutenant. . . you know it's always there warm and waiting for you."
"Damn! You want me to come over there right now?" Ann laughed. "Go to work, darling. I'm going to get some sleep here at Bonnie's. . . but just keep in mind what I said. Now, bye-bye, baby."
"Yeah. . . I'll keep it in mind."
Ann couldn't help but laugh sympathetically now at the big German shepherd's unsteady gait, as if he were just a bit tipsy. . . the way she herself was beginning to feel. Damn, she hadn't had a great deal of sleep in the past twenty-four hours, along with the delicious physical combat her lover-come-home had challenged her to - no wonder the brandy was having a heady effect. Her resistance was at low-ebb, but her brain seemed to be working sensually overtime, the latent delights of Dave's love-making still lingering warmly in her soft belly and loins, and being fed the more by the vivid descriptions of Vic Marshall's sordid escapades Bonnie had filled her with.
God, what a horrible, depraved brute he must have been, actually tying her spread-eagled and naked to the bed then raping her. . . his very own wife! Ann could visualize the late Lieutenant crawling up over her with his huge perversion-hardened penis glistening wet from her vaginal secretions the way Bonnie had described it, and then making Ann helplessly lick it all clean before she sucked it! A shudder of excited lust rippled chillingly up her spine at the salacious animal-thought of being forced to suck a man's cock, and Ann sensed the flush of blood, in her cheeks. Damn. . . enough of such lewd mental reflections!
The tingling young blonde sat down on the edge of the bed and called Shep over to her for one final check of his reflexes. Immediately, he responded, resting his head in her lap. Again with her thumbs, she gently opened his eyelids wider. "Yes. . . you're going to be all right now, big fellow, "she said softly, smiling down into his handsome animal-face. She stroked the soft crown of his furry head. "You know, it's hard to believe that you were ever trained to kill, darling. . . with those big brown eyes looking so full of love."
Shep raised his head and before Ann realized his intentions, his long pink tongue darted out to brush wetly against Ann's lips. In a natural reaction, the startled young wife drew her face back away, surprised, yet now repelled. In fact, the loving, wet contact sent an unexpected sensation of forbidden desire fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, then took his big regal head between her small hands and wrinkled her nose.
"You devil! Y-You kissed me, didn't you?" she whispered, the glimmer in those limpid pools giving him away! Something fascinating tempting caused her to lean forward, tiny sensations of her lingering arousal stirring deep inside her. She held his furry face between her small slender hands and nearly breathless, parted her lush red lips with her tongue-tip! Unhesitatingly, his longer tongue one gently touched it in a fiery caress!
Ann couldn't move! Had Dave placed a passionate kiss on her mouth or embraced her tongue with his, she could never have felt it more intensively! Again the German shepherd did it, until she realized that she was exchanging little feverish lingual caresses with him. . . and then he whimpered, the almost pleading sound shattering her unnatural intoxication!
God almighty! What was she doing'? She pushed him away, quickly gaining her feet to stare in self-shock down at his never-innocent yet unguilty animal face. Once more, he whined, as if sensing the persistent heat provoking her sensuous young body beyond reason.
"Well. . . you are something else, big fellow! C-Could it be that some of your lusty dead master rubbed off on you'?" the shaken blonde wife whispered, unable to keep from her incited mind the lurid mental scenes Bonnie's licentious stories had implanted there. And oddly enough, she was less ashamed than keyed-up by her bizarre act of seconds before. . . in fact, she was as hot as a firecracker ready to explode, and that would never do!
Shep watched the pretty golden-haired girl pick up her coffee and consume its remaining contents. His heart was warm for her. When he had opened his eyes from the long fuzzy sleep, she had been holding his head in her lap, gently bathing it with cooling liquid. She had made him feel better, and the same loving feeling he felt toward his dark-haired mistress he suddenly knew for this new human. Now, he studied her every trembling move as she busied herself about the room. He followed her closely, his stimulated senses knowing instinctively her rising wan t and need., The sensual aroma from her human heat filled his keen nostrils, just as he has tasted it from her mouth. He wondered why she did not strip away her covering and lie down to call him to her the way his mistress always did at such times? Yet, it was this waiting which made him long all the more for her, and he could do nothing until he was commanded.
She refused to sit down and he stalked her like her own shadow, sometimes getting close enough to brush against her soft white legs, but then she would quickly, move away. She went and refilled the coffee cup with Shep trotting along behind her, and her soft warm body continued to quiver whenever he crowded against her. She began to make melodious sounds. . . little cooing noises down to him much as his mistress did. The aura of her bodily essence grew stronger and stronger, until the impatient German shepherd knew a throbbing in his powerful flanks. Finally, she sat down in front of the reflecting glass, and he perched beside her, resting his head on the warm fullness of one thigh, the hot, spicy fragrance scent from between, her legs tormenting his trained senses.
"Say. . . what am I going to do with you, Lothario?" Ann hissed, stroking his huge head cradled on the soft give' of her upper thigh beneath her short nightie. Damn, he was more than just a very intelligent dog! There was something frighteningly human about his maleness! He'd thrilled her and he seemed to be aware of it... uncannily aware that she'd hesitated to sit down in order to keep him from doing what he was at that very moment! His rounded canine eyes were filled with more than ordinary animal affection... greedy Just gleamed in them and she couldn't help but think once more of his sadistic dead master and that man's obscene leanings! "I - I may be losing my mind, you four-legged lover, but. . . but something crazy keeps telling me you're trying to seduce me! And... and my resistance is just low enough to let the beast in me show through!"
Ann's desire-infused body glowed with sensual warmth from the brandied coffees she'd drunk. And the tingling of the brandy in her soft belly only served to heighten the excitement simmering in her young sensitive loins. She felt the heated wetness seeping down between her legs and saturating the thin strip of her sheer nylon panties, and she knew for certain that Shep's keen nose could sense it! The big handsome devil... he was just waiting. . . waiting. . . ! And there wasn't a soul who would know. . . Bonnie would be knocked out for hours after the capsule Ann had given her!
"Oooohhh . . . !" she moaned aloud, pressing the dog back once more and getting shakily to her feet. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? What she needed was a bath, something to cool her down and recharge her low resistance!
Shep instinctively felt the pretty blonde girl's confusion. But he too was upset, and more each time she moved away from him. He sat back on his haunches with alert eyes and ears as she began to strip away her covering. She no longer spoke or looked at him and he watched her make herself naked as if he did not exist, the soft female whiteness of her voluptuous body at last completely exposed to him. Her smoothly rounded contours caused him to pant with open-jawed excitement, his long tongue hanging wetly loose. He saw in her the embodiment of all the warm secret places he had known and enjoyed with other she-humans, his hungering eyes training on the burnished ringlets of her pubic hair partially hiding the wet pink slit up between her legs! She looked down at him, her own pretty mouth half-opened, the swollen fullness of her pink-tipped breasts rising and falling, and his need throbbed urgently deep in his animal loins.
"I - I'm going to bathe, Mr. German shepherd, and hope I can lower my temperature by several degrees . . . before I become a part of something obscene!" Ann heard herself talking to him as if she were actually addressing a male human who was no more than a shade away from sexually claiming her. "Oooohhh, you handsome big darling! You don't know what you're doing to me!" She sensed a tiny shudder ripple upward over her delightful feeling nakedness. She couldn't resist smiling down at him as the thought crossed her mind: That would really make me a bitch, wouldn't it? Or am I that already for even thinking such things?
She walked nakedly into the adjoining bathroom, knowing the dog was close behind her.
Shep seated himself beside the tub to watch unflinchingly, and Ann couldn't rid herself of the lewd Peeping Tom sensation that she was being observed by a male other than Dave Ramm. By the same token, she couldn't deny the excited thrill rising within her of playing the exhibitionist! Throughout the entire bath ritual he eagerly stared, and then when she finally stepped out onto the bathmat, he began to lick her dripping ankles and calves.
"Damn. . . you're not a dog, darling. . . you're a wolf!" Ann softly intoned down at him, the brandy still warming her body as well as welcomingly dulling her mind. Sensuality, born of five-weeks deprival, then fantastically sated hours past, only to be fanned into flame once more by Bonnie Marshall's obscene stories, churned within the naked young wife. One in particular kept returning to the, forefront of her incited brain, and she visualized it now as Bonnie had huskily unfolded it.
"He would tie me to the bed on my hands and knees, with my legs spread painfully apart so that I was wide open to him, but drawn up with my knees stretched achingly out to each side, my naked buttocks high in the air. Then, he'd take me that way... you know. . . fuck me from behind, his huge cock pounding furiously up into my vagina! After awhile, when it was almost bearable. . . and sometimes, even pleasurable, he'd bring out his dildos and. . . and unmercifully shove one right up my rectum while he fucked my cunt! Oh God, it was. . . was unbelievable the obscene things he could think of! Then. . . then, he'd pull his own cock out and stuff a huge dildo up into my pussy. . . ! Now, you do it, bitch! Reach back between your legs with both hands and work these dildos! he would snarl, and I'd have to, while he crawled around in front of me and made me suck him as he watched it all in the mirror!"
A tremor of undeniable lustful excitement raced over Ann's naked flesh as she remembered Bonnie's lurid stories and her free use of the graphic four-letter words, their blunt sensuous meanings as always, wildly firing her. Vie Marshall's huge brutal cock! She wondered if it had really been any bigger than Dave's?
Shep backed away as she reached for a bottle on the shelf, examined it, then poured something sweet-smelling from it into her other hand to spread over her pleasingly curved nakedness. He watched her small hands massage the resilient mounds of her soft white breasts, saw the tiny pink nipples harden to her own touch and he wondered why she should scent herself that way. He gazed levelly as she took more from the bottle to spread over her belly. . . and then more between her thighs over the fleece of soft golden curls and downward to her legs.
"W-Well, you big ogler. . . that's just about it! Whatever is going to happen is just. . . just going to happen, is all!" Ann whispered at the waiting animal she had been intentionally avoiding. The bath had done nothing for her!
She was a raging furnace of lustful excitement inside and the dog knew it . . . smelled it! She could see it in his eyes. . . his eyes. . . Goddd! "You want to know the truth, lover? Ann's frightened . . . more than she ever was on her wedding night, and that's the truth, darling! But. . . but you've got to do whatever it is you do, and want me to do! God, let's do it!"
The excited German shepherd knew well what she meant and trotted out beside the bed to stand there! He had to wait... his training demanded it! He watched her parade nakedly from the bath, her rounded white curves rippling enticingly to her graceful step. . . and then, she lay down on the bed. . . and still he anxiously waited for that necessary command.
Ann wasn't certain but what she might flip completely! She'd never known an equal to the feverish sensations raging within the seething fluid passage down between her legs, and tingling outward along the sizzling nerve ends from the very core of her loins to every sensitive inch of her hungering flesh. Her own breathy panting seemed unreal in her ears as she lay on her back with trembling thighs spread open and her fingertips tracing a lewd path up over her rib cage to her breasts. They found her tiny, hardened nipples and narcissistically fondled them, while her eyes searched those of the animal waiting and whining beside the bed.
Shep felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened loins at the eager craving the naked blonde female's torrid eyes transmitted to him. His great heart pounded in his broad chest at the sight of her long golden hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head. Why did she make him wait? Didn't she want him?
"Well? Come on, lover. Come on here and do whatever you do before I save you the trouble by using my fingers... that is, if you do anything at all!" Ann hissed, patting the bed. "And I won't ask you again."
She never had to! With an effortless leap, the huge German, shepherd was on the bed, momentarily poised in a picturesque stance of handsome animal beauty as he stared down at her with an almost claiming maleness! Ann's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him ardently surveying her vulnerable nakedness. At that moment, she had a fleeting thought of her husband Dave! It wasn't too late! She could still stop the beast... order him off the bed. . . come to her senses...! But as the policeman's wife lay there debating, Shep lowered his head to lick out with his tongue over the smooth white flesh of her nervously quivering belly. Oh God! Yes. . . Yessss! It was way too late!
From the very beginning, Ann never wanted him to stop! Again, she felt the delight of his tongues curling, heated length as she raised her head to watch him licking upward over the small round curve of her belly! Higher and higher he came as she watched in almost mesmerized disbelief, until at last he was licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her desire-swollen breasts, creeping ever upward over them to their bursting peaks.
"Oooohhh . . . you devil!" she moaned huskily aloud to his fervid caresses. Again and again his tongue grazed wetly over the tender pink tips, sending involuntary little spasms of lust whipping through her nakedly roused body!
Ann's feverish mind was a low-resistant blank to everything but the captivating sensations of Shep's laving tongue, brushing with a moist heat over the heaving white mounds of her breasts.
She heard him whimper from deep in his animal-throat her impassioned gaze fixed on his seductive love-making. Then, his great brown eyes raised to meet hers, and she waited, not speaking, not moving, only breathing intensely through parted lips as he moved upward to lick them!
The blood rushed through Shep's strong body as once more he tasted on her lips and tongue the delicate - essence of her smoldering body-heat. Excitedly he brushed his own tongue over hers as it darted from her open mouth .. . licking and loving its wet sweetness while faint mewling sounds purred from behind it. Her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath his loving tongue, emotionally returning caress for caress, and instinctively he knew it was time!
Chapter Eight.
The thought that she had somehow bewitched herself into nymphomania during the five week estrangement from her husband had occurred to the sensuously excited Ann Ramm many times in the past half-hour. She was once more a glowing pot of lustful desire beneath the unnatural caresses of the handsome German shepherd's tongue! And then it stopped, causing her to. snap open her eyes and raise her head, hoping to God that wasn't the end of it!
It wasn't. She saw the long wet pinkness of Shep's tongue returning, as if answering her silent plea. Again, the impassioned young nurse lay back naked and vulnerable to the moist stroking of her swollen breasts. She watched with in tense eyes his every incredible, desire-whetting lick, the sudden realization that Bonnie, too, had reveled beneath his canine loving dawning upon her! Of course, she had! But she'd said nothing. . . though abruptly Ann realized why the raven-haired girl had saved the German shepherd's life at the cost of her sadistic husband's. . . a story that the overwrought widow had obviously been trying to tell her along with the others!
"Oohhhhhh . . . you lovable home-wrecker!" Ann mewled, gently stroking the dog's furry head as her lust-infused brain raced to fit together the horrible pieces of the puzzle gradually coming to light. . . but Shep's thick branding tongue grazing hotly over her naked breasts was fast making it impossible! And then, he was working downward, causing her breath to shorten in mounting anticipation.
Damn, it hardly seemed reasonable that she could be this hot so soon after making love with Dave only hours before! It had to be the forbidden bestiality of what she was doing and letting the powerful dog do to her!
"Ooohhhh . . . th-that's a sweet baby!" she gasped, luridly spreading her trembling thighs wide for him. "Oh God. . . all the way down, Shep lover... to Ann's hot little pussy! Get between my legs, precious! Y -Yes. . . like that, baby. . . like that. . . !"
The slightly intoxicated young wife had only her husband's man-tongue to measure by, and that only too limitedly, she thought, unable to recall another moment of more illicit sensuality! But how far would he go? Maybe, if she made it more enticing for him? Luringly, she raised her legs and drew her firm white thighs back until they were flattening out the yielding fullness of her tingling breasts, her knees almost touching her shoulders. Then, with head raised slightly from the pillow, she stared down between her legs to breathlessly watch, fiery impulses charging through her at the lewd picture she offered to her own eyes!
Shep whimpered and a potent, frenetic little sensation of desire raced over Ann's sensitized flesh as she watched him lower his head and begin to sniff at her nakedly exposed pussy! She felt his cold wet nose like the touch of "hot-ice" against. her taut thighs and passion-flushed cuntal lips. Suddenly she sensed it - the first electric contact there of his burning tongue! Reflexively, Ann squirmed beneath its fluid heat as it began to lick up and down the smooth vale between the lust-tensed mounds of her upraised buttocks! Her heart pounded, the blood racing through her veins as his sizzling animal-tongue glazed downward around her tiny, puckered anal mouth, the tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge up into the oval of the tightly clenched ring.
"Ooooh dammmnnnn . . . you are a shameless devil, aren't you, precious?" Ann gasped, her mind filled with amazement at the obscene skill of Shep's fire-filled tongue! God, Dave at his lustful best would have to run a poor second to this canine enchanter, if only in lingual-length and strength alone! "Y -You never learned such naughty-nice tricks by yourself, baby... but Ann's overjoyed that you had a lusty teacher. . . oooohhhhh . . .!" Again, he was taunting her pulsing little anus, until finally she felt his. tongue-tip burning a wet path slowly upward toward the feverish lips of her now smoldering cunt! A tremor of impassionated animalism brushed over her milk-white flesh as the German shepherd swept his tongue wetly along' the moistened pink crevice between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks, then over the entire glistening area of her blonde-shadowed pussy! From the circle of her snugly clenched little anus, it traced upward without relenting, to the pink desire-fleshed edges of her cunt-lips, and at last to the tiny erect bud of her clitoris!
"Unnnnggggg!" the passion-inflamed girl moaned, lifting her head higher to better see down between her obscenely drawn-up legs and thighs, the incredible tonguing the handsome dog was giving her! Seeing stabs of building lust impregnated her naked flesh at the sight of his long pink tongue curling back and forth over the sensitive vaginal slit! Again and again he did it, while she watched, gasping as his tongue spread deep through the flowing pink wetness with all the female-human knowledge Dave Ramm had ever dreamed of!
It went on and on and on . . . and that was the ecstasy of the whole lurid episode to Ann! In nursing school once, she had read a book the girls were passing around about a woman letting a dog make love to her, but as hot as it had made her, she'd never really believed it! It had all seemed so farfetched... but . . ooohhh . . . she couldn't think about that now. . . not with the way Shep was setting her pussy on fire with his lewdly bathing tongue, finally pausing, as she watched, to curl it with a loving thrust far up into her seething wet vaginal passage.
"Oooohhhhh damn... you gorgeous lover! What you couldn't teach my husband!" the long-haired blonde exclaimed in mindless lust. Suddenly she wished she could have Dave's big cock again fucking into her mouth while this handsome dog licked her fire-filled cunt! Oh, how wonderful it'd been earlier, more fantastic, than she'd ever imagined it could be! If only he was there at this moment! Damn, she'd suck him like he never dreamed... suck him until he squirted his creamy hot cum down her throat again, just the feel of it making her cum and cum as it pumped into her mouth!
"Oh, lover. . . don't stop! Ann's going to cum for you in a minute! Aaaaagggghhh. . . lick it good, darling! Like that. . . like that. . . way up inside! Tongue-fuck it, Shep!" she hissed salaciously lifting her loins and quaking ass-cheeks even higher to the wild wet swirling of his loving animal-mouth.
"Oooohhh . . . farther, baby, farther! Shove your tongue up Ann's cunt as far as you can. . . she-she's going to cuummmmm. . . ahhhhh,aaaaahhhhhhhh!" .
Uncontrollably, Ann reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping the German shepherd's furry head to pull his long cold nose tighter up into her wetly spasming passage, knowing it was only the first of a series of climaxes which were going to sweep over her completely before this day was through! Frantic spasms of cumming convulsed her naked loins and softly quaking belly, while his firebrand tongue continued to shoot up into the curl-fringed little opening of her loins like a white-hot searing whip, his own animal whines matching hers as he hungrily tongue-fucked the orgasmically clutching inner flesh, her spilling love secretions flooding into his unrelenting mouth!
"Dear motthheerr . . . you're driving me wild, you wonderful lover!" Ann choked, head still tilted, her eyes licentiously gaping. The lustfully forbidden sight was all but bending her mind to a point beyond reason! She'd lost all control over her raging pussy. . . ohhhhh, if only she had Dave's big hard cock fucking wildly into her mouth at the same time to complete the salacious orgy!
Shep felt his loins and flanks ruttishly throbbing from thee pungent liquid flow that ha gushed into his mouth, as well as the intense heat still generating from her openly pulsating, human pussy lips. He sensed a stronger fire burning inside her than any he had ever known, and its intensity made the blood pulse furiously through his powerful body. The affection he knew for her was different than all other female humans! The soft whiteness of her smooth flesh and the aromatic heat of sexual excitement she gave from the warm hair-lined crevice up between her wide-held legs made him feel a fierceness which almost overwhelmed him.
Though, there was ,a deep warm gentleness in her, there was also something will, like his own kind, and its urgency fired his heavy loins with a forest flame demand! The hot pink flesh between her legs in its flowing wetness was communicating through his tongue a feral stimulation that delighted him. The wicked feeling of being a bad dog raced through his huge body making him know a stronger ferocity, the, axis of which was centered in his demanding loins!
Anne had enchantedly fallen into a rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps beneath Shep's fabulous tongue hotly licking and fucking snake-like up inside--her passion-inflamed cunt walls. She knew she could cum again with just the slightest provocation. She rolled her head from side to side with the cadence of his lewd lingual thrusts, still holding his great furry head by the ears between her lewdly upraised thighs. In her mind she could again feel her loving husband's lustfully hardened cock fucking thick and hot into her hungrily sucking mouth while Shep lapped the maddening fire from her sweltering loins and belly. She raised her head once more to watch... and it was then that she caught sight of it!
Ann's sparkling, lust-filled eyes widened at the glistening spectacle of the great dog's thick scarlet cock emerging from its long, hair-fulled sheath, dripping hard, the tapered end wiggling and swaying as it continued to slither steamingly out of its fleshy concealment!
Oh God! She leaned to one side and gaped at its erotic length. God, was it possible he might dog-fuck her with it? A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism raged through the young nurse's naked body, an obscenely mind-warping urge which fascinated the voluptuous Ann Ramm in its forbidden lewdness alone! Shep's grand cock was huge and beautiful! Dave's penis hadn't looked any more tempting to her those few hours before, and she wondered if any other male human's ever could either at that very moment! God, it was handsome! It seemed longer and thicker than Dave's, if that was possible, different in shape with its beveled tip, but its very cone-like contour adding to her lustfully pyramiding passion!
For a long emotion-tightened moment, Ann stared at the massive, animal's wetly gleaming rod of flesh dangling beneath his powerful canine loins, and she sensed her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the erotically stimulating sight of it! The depravity of the lurid act her spinning mind was, entertaining held no concern for her. . . only how she might bring it about! In fact, it was the very sordidness of the lewd idea that was spurring her wantonly on! But.. but how. . . how?
Unceasingly, the loving German shepherd continued to lick her simmering cunt, his scorching wet tongue like a gentle abrasive as it slithered over the pulsating bud of the clitoris! Blinding impulses of unnatural craving burned in her obscenely determined mind, adding to those his singeing tongue was stoking in her salaciously offered loins. Oh God, how. . . how. . . ?
"S-Shep lover. . . unnnhhh . . . damn. . . you gorgeous beauty..." Ann choked, trying to raise higher and stroke his huge head nuzzled between her widely separated' thighs and ass-cheeks. God! She was so weak with desire, she could barely hold herself up on her elbow! His lapping tongue was clearly visible spreading through the wetly saturated pinkness of her cunt. He'd spread her flushed pussy-lips open until they appeared to almost be pleading in their lust-swollen ravishment. Her sensitive inner cuntal flesh sparkled up at her, its surrounding golden curls damply tangled, the entire lurid scene further fanning the flames raging inside her! Her nakedly thrusting breasts seemed electrified as she continued to caress his furry crown, moaning, "Shep... . oh darling. . . lie down! Lie down. . . lie down for Ann, lover! She wants to love you, too! Do it, baby. . . lie down and roll over!" Her throat was husky with tension. "Do it, Shep! Lie down so Ann can get to . . . to you. . . make you happy, darling! She'll put her pussy right where you can lick it all day if you want, lover! Now, Shep! Do it! Lie down, big fellow!"
Ann's brain raced in reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself forward, not wanting to upset or destroy what she already had with him, but only to add to it! Slowly, she managed to rise to her knees as Shep, confused, reluctantly backed away from her seething wet loins. He looked anxious and displeased, yet Ann never hesitated. If she was to get what she wanted, there was no stopping now! She whispered and cooed at him in gentle tones, at the same time brushing her soft hand lovingly over him, her eyes hungrily locked on the solid length of his long, thick scarlet cock hanging below his lean belly.
Shep watched the beautiful naked young woman rise up and move toward him, surprised when she didn't turn around on hands and knees so he could mount her. Those were her intentions, he had thought, the way his mistress and the others always did. But she did not, though she cooed in soft sounds at him. Perplexed, he whimpered, sensing his mating hunger dwindling in his confusion. Again, she gave the command he recognized and he unhappily responded, lying down beside her on the bed.
The German shepherd's displeased whimper vibrated through Ann as she saw his huge cock Withdraw back up into its concealing sheath. But he obeyed her again when she whispered, Roll over on your back, big fellow. . . and you won't be displeased for long! That's it, darling . . . 00hhhh . . . that's perfect, baby. . . right there!" In mindless excitement, she crawled over and positioned herself so that her cunt was just inches away from his face, and even less when she drew her naked thighs back! She eased forward, placing herself so that her own face was directly above the sensuously peeking opening of his cock-sleeve where the big scarlet hardness had vanished back inside!
Frenzied thrills swept through the young keyed-up wife! The thought alone of what she was about to do was driving her wild with depraved desire! Gently, she moved her arched hips toward his handsome animal-like face, spreading her thighs and lovingly taking his head between them! She lay on her side with one leg lifted to draw his nose in toward the wetly pulsating heat of her tremoring cunt. Immediately, she felt his lengthy tongue lash out at the palpitating crevice up between her legs, again lapping through its sensually aroused pinkness like a liquid flame, and if she'd ever known true animal-like lust, it was at that very moment! She lowered her cheek to rest against his warm hard canine belly, her one hand quickly moving toward his hidden cock!
Shep was unfamiliar with what was happening, but no longer was he upset. Once again, he sensed the blood beginning to pound inside him at the heated aroma and taste of her wide-split pussy. He felt her delicate fingers moving over his loins, their gentle touch causing him to pleasurably tremble. The urge to close his eyes and just lie there affectionately, licking the warm wet sweetness of her up between her open thighs nearly carried him away!
Ann would have liked to blame the obscenely erotic sensations saturating her voluptuous, naked body and her hungering bestial wantonness on the brandy she'd drunk, but it was impossible for her to lie to her own self!
And at that super-charged moment. . . God. . . she hardly gave a damn as she clasped hold of his sheltered dog-cock and began with her fingertips to manipulate the furry outer flesh back and forth, feeling its lust-hardened thickness within! It had to come back out for her. . . had to! She must know it now. . . the taste of his long, thick canine-cock slithering wetly up into her warmly sucking mouth!
Shep searing tongue licking the frantically jerking bud of her tiny clitoris... damn, she might easily have cum a dozen times!
But it was the maddening wildness of it all distracting and amazing her, which demanded her concentration, holding back her climax and pleasing her in its held off, insanely building, intensity! Oh, the handsome darling, she thought as she clung to his cock anti avidly began to stroke it. With feeling, yet gentleness, Ann worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, his warm head nestled between her open white thighs, his scorching tongue licking, relentlessly up into the yielding wet crevice of her burning cunt. And then, it suddenly reappeared, the readily glistening tip of long thick animal hardness, slipping forward little by little toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips. . . until at last it touched them!
With a low, lust-infused moan, the obsessed Ann parted her lush warm lips to let the tapered forepart of Shep's penis slide between them, easing farther and farther up into the torrid moistness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, until it brushed all the way back to the depths of her throat! She brought her tongue into play with an irresistible fervency, greeting and welcoming the unnatural presence with omnivores, yet hesitant, eagerness. Her brain whirled with the dizzying intoxication of the unspeakably lewd act she was performing with her friend's dog. . . and when she tasted the pulsating thickness, a sensation 'of wanton relish racing through her at its warm virile madness! Oooohhh . . . it was no less delicious than sucking Dave's. . . and it was so hot and hard, swelling up into greater hardness in her mouth with every passing second!
She heard the dog's high-pitched whimper as he continued to excitedly lick her hotly inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her caressing little tongue around his long thick cock to give him some of the fantastic pleasure he was bringing her! She felt his powerful body responding to her lewd sucking, his animal-loins jerking and pressing forward. She brushed one exploring hand along his hairy belly to his huge, cum-filled balls, cupping them warmly at first, then lightly teasing them with her fingertips. Again he whimpered, the titillation making him begin a pumping cock-rhythm between the clasped oval of her moistly sucking lips.
God! The exotic taste of it had completely overwhelmed her... beyond anything she'd expected, Ann sensuously reveled, beginning to mouthingly nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear of burning, hard flesh with lewd up and down head movements. There was a feral gamy tang to it, yet, at the same time, spiced with the sweet raciness of nature's maelstrom! Oooohhh Godd . . . delicious!
The smooth, coned length of his growing cock fucked up into her roundly ovaled mouth in perfect cadence, while Shep's own animal tongue down between her open thighs laved the hot liquid flesh of her wide-splayed cunt and smoldering vaginal channel with swirling, ever-increasing enthusiasm! She nipped and gently scraped with her teeth, at the same time swirling her own tongue in tiny provoking little flicks over his excitedly pulsating hardness, her mind totally lost in the licentious thrill of her bizarre action. God, it was like a warm honey stick in her mouth, plunging in a tapered wet heat all the way into the back of her throat! Wh-What would his animal-cum taste like? Mannish. . .like Dave's? Warm and thick. . . squirting from the tip of his beautiful big cock in spewing jets. . . or were handsome animals different than their human male counterparts?
Shep had never known anything to equal this! What the beautiful blonde woman was doing to him he had never before experienced. She was taking his thickly hardened love-shaft hungrily up inside her warm wet mouth, and still it felt as if it were thrusting into a hotly clenching vaginal passage. But there was a difference, too, a pleasing difference in the feel of her little tongue and teeth nipping and swirling greedily around it . . . He whined aloud to those sensations which were causing waves of wildly pressuring fire deep down in the depths of his loins, knowing that very soon he would feel an all powerful, heavily spurting release!
Bonnie had never swallowed the capsule Ann had given her. She hadn't wanted to openly refuse her nurse-friend's professional advice after calling her in the middle of the night, but drugs of every nature had always frightened her, and it had been simple to hold it beneath her tongue then rid herself of it when Ann was gone. Anyway, she felt certain she could sleep now that Shep was going to be all right and Ann remained in the house the rest of the day. But it hadn't quite turned out that way for her. Instead, she had begun to roll and toss, her mind in turmoil, refusing to give her any peace.
Vividly, she relived again and again the sordid debauchery she had not only endured, but found herself reveling in, with Milo and Virgil only hours before. She loathed both the gangsters, but not for what they had done to her, only that they might have fatally harmed Shep. Given the chance once more, she would definitely identify either one or both of them as the men who had destroyed Vic Marshall. But even that was unimportant to her in itself. It was the overall conglomeration of mental torments, racing unendingly back and forth through her overwrought mind. Why hadn't she told Ann of the teal depths her love for the dog had reached? She was not ashamed of it, though she was well aware that she would be considered warped and mentally depraved if their affair became generally known. But Ann would understand, Bonnie felt certain of it . . . and, God, she had to tell someone, if.. . if only to reassure herself that she wasn't losing her mind!
The dark eyed widow was out of bed and slipping nakedly into her green wrapper before she hardly realized it herself. Perhaps Ann wasn't sleeping yet either. . . and, if she was, well, a drink might help calm her own nerves. . .
In her enchanted sucking of Dave not so many hours before, Ann had done so with no more vigor, yet with much less forbidden lust drenching her sensually laboring nakedness than that filling her at this wild, immediate moment! With a voracious animalism, the passion-steeped young wife mouthed and pulled at Shep's huge hardened dog-cock, her lust crazed mind a boiling pit of salacity. God almighty. . . she was so hot she could scream! She actually longed for his hot canine cum shooting into her mouth. . . dribbling down her throat. . . flooding her craving belly! Raging tongues of flame blazed between her legs! Her belly seethed, and her loins... her fire filled cunt, glowed with the searing passion scalding it! She clutched at the German shepherd's hugely swollen balls, beginning to milk and caress them as she sucked ever more greedily at his heavily thickened cock. Oh damn. . . she was going to cum like a tidal wave beneath his beautiful tonguing of her saliva slickened cunt walls! She heard him whine and then give a little yip in his own animal ecstasy. . . and so did Bonnie Marshall outside in the hallway!
It was that familiar, frenetic little sound that made Bonnie quickly open the bedroom door!
There, she froze, her disbe1ieving eyes expanded in shocked jealousy at the incredulously obscene sight-taking place on the bed before her! A wave of bitter possessiveness made her knees weak, forcing the raven-haired young woman to cling tightly to the door frame! It couldn't be! Ann . . . sucking her darling with her widely ovaled lips like any deceiving bitch . . . and he was licking her back with a wild, uninhibited frenzy between her lewdly spread thighs!
But she was! Ann. . . her friend. . . she was sucking her own darling Shep's desire-hardened cock. . . taking almost all of its beautiful thick hugeness into her tightly locked mouth. . . until. . . until it had to be reaching nearly to her tonsils! Bonnie gaped, spellbound, not even her own burning jealousy strong enough to hold down the lewdly fascinating surge of envious lust their bestial love-making immediately fired through her! In those scant, paralyzing seconds while she stood there, the confused dark-eyed widow weathered a series of transforming emotions, which only the visual spectacle of the lurid sexual performance unfolding before her could have ever accomplished!
Her brain raced in its melee of tormentful thoughts which had kept her from sleep, but now, more profound than all else, was the stimulating sensuality the provocative sight, of the huge dog and her girl friend's love-making was uncontrollably stoking in her own lustfully aroused loins and belly! God... Ann was stunningly beautiful in her white nakedness and her unbidden passion for the beautiful animal lessened any feeling of guilt Bonnie herself might have subconsciously felt! And Ann was obviously unashamed of what she was doing... because her beautiful, passion-glazed eyes had finally settled upon her there in the doorway.. . but she didn't stop! Love and sex were apparently deep-felt emotions to her, and, at that moment, Bonnie understood her new friend's feelings!
On the bed, Ann Ramm's mind was whirling. What did one do when caught with a hand in the cookie jar?
It hardly' made sense to jerk it out and deny that it was there! Maybe she was losing all sense of morals she'd ever possessed, Ann thought giddily as she tongued and licked salaciously at Shep's throbbing cock in her mouth, not even the sight of the animal's mistress standing gape-eyed in the doorway preventing her race toward her feverish climatic fulfillment! She could hardly concentrate in her maddening drive, but she did see her curvaceous hostess moving toward her, an open-mouthed expression of sensual excitement causing her 'beautiful young face to go passionately lax! And then, her green wrapper was falling away until she was fully naked and crawling onto the bed behind Shep! Ann watched Bonnie snuggled up tightly against the powerful animal's furry back and slip her arm possessively around him It was almost as if the handsome lover knew who it was without moving his head, for he never ceased his delicious licking of the young nurse's hotly sizzling cunt!
Chapter Nine
Acting Lieutenant Dave Ramm was in no great hurry as he drove toward Bonnie Marshall's home. He smiled to himself. The world had suddenly blossomed for him. Though he'd insisted that, if he was going to get any sleep, he'd better go back to his rented room for the rest of the night and that they had their whole new found lives before them he hadn't closed his eyes for one fucking minute. Whatever had happened to that gorgeous minx wife of his, he just hoped to hell it continued! Christ, the way she'd sucked him... gulping his god damned cum right down her throat into her belly. . . and her cumming a couple of hundred times herself. Man! You're every husband's dream, Ann baby. . . but you belong to me!
On top of all that unexpected splendor, he had walked into his precinct office this morning to learn that one Virgil Golde and a skinny punk named Milo Penny were in the lock-up. It seemed that a minor traffic accident in the wee hours of the morning... and in Bonnie Marshall's neighborhood.. . had produced one stolen Caddy occupied by the pair. Concealed weapons found on both of them were also enlightening, especially the one Penny carried. Ballistics had certified it as the weapon which had fired the bullet killing Vic Marshall. Of course, the hatchet-faced Milo Penny had claimed he found it, but, if Bonnie would just keep her cool and put the tag on them this time, there wouldn't be any question!
Anyway, that was what he hoped to convince her into doing this morning, and with Ann there, but giving him a little more help this time, he prayed, they could wind this mess up. He damned sure hoped so, because he had a vacation coming up and the idea of a second honeymoon on that quiet island with the most sensually gorgeous doll in the world was firing him to no end!
He swung into Bonnie's driveway, cut the motor and tried the front door. He started to reach for the bell, then thought twice. Probably both sleeping and it could prove exciting as hell tiptoeing in on his luscious wife to kiss her awake. It'd been a hell of a long time. He walked around the house, tried the back door and found it unlocked. Pleased, the young policeman stepped quietly inside.
It was hardly feasible that any of the three orgiastic revelers... two voluptuously naked young women and a massive German shepherd dog. . . would expect or note the sudden presence of an on looking fourth party! Ann, in fact, was aware of nothing but the loving dog's guttural, groans, at the same moment as his flanks began to furiously hump, driving his swelling cock seemingly halfway down her throat! And there was more... Bonnie's extended middle finger probing at the tiny tight mouth of her lewdly upraised rectum! It gently, knowingly wiggled and wormed around until, like a very slender penis, it was sliding fast up into her nakedly exposed nether opening, triggering fantastic sensations inside her! Ann moaned out around Shep's throat-plunging cock, sucking until it began to spasm and jerk crazily up inside her mouth. . . then. . . then, it spewed out its scalding cum from deep down in the well of his sperm-ballooned balls!
At that moment, Ann Ramm was enlightened! The stream of viscidly burning semen was like an unceasing hose, filling her desperately working mouth before she could swallow it away! Time and again, the climaxing German shepherd continued to cum, the lust-charging realization spectacularly firing her own wildly bursting orgasm like some never-before cataclysm of pure sensual bliss!
And, finally, his sperm-drained cock was slipping wetly Gut of her cum-flooded mouth and he was moving up and away, leaving her with only Bonnie's middle finger still thrust deeply up inside her clinging rectal walls. . . and, at last, with a slow moistly sucking withdrawal from between her widespread buttock cheeks, not even that remained up inside her!
Dave hadn't moved! He stood like something sculptured in the open doorway! Shep saw him and trotted over with wagging tail. Absently, the stunned police officer ran his hand over the huge animal's great head while he stared at the lewd proximity of the two voluptuously positioned young females, and their desire-incited faces to each other's nakedly trembling loins! He felt very tired suddenly, unable to think, the fact that he hadn't slept in some thirty six hours a tremendous weight! Nevertheless, his cock. . . his unrelenting, lusty, brainless cock had leaped into a blood-engorged hardness, as if the vital life-fluid had rushed through every vein of his body toward and into it, then the locks had closed to leave the rest of his drained body anemic. . . his huge, swollen cock-length bulging and straining at the front of his pants with all the energy his bony frame contained!
He began to pull at his clothes, lower jaw hanging as he numbly wondered if and when they would start to tongue one another's pink-slitted cunts up between the hair-fringed wetness of their luridly held-open white thighs! It seemed incredible that neither had noticed his arrival on the scene as yet, but then, when he thought about it, shit, he wasn't astonished at all! He was more surprised at his own lack of roaring and ranting, because he felt burning rage to the very dregs of his churning balls!
No... there'd be no scene on his part... he wasn't about to waste his energy that way! Last night they'd only been lovers... the divorce proceedings were still in the hopper. . . okay. . . it was either kill or cure, and he didn't give a goddamn which at that moment! Only one thing mattered now and that was indulging his own lust-charged, blood-pounding hardness!
"Greetings, bitches! I just dropped by to join the party!" he spat sharply, standing naked inside the doorway and lewdly stroking his long thick cock. "Shep went out to get a drink of water. . . you drained the poor bastard's balls, wife, or is that 'lover' . . . or just what the hell is it you're supposed to be to me?" He watched them scrambling and gasping in their shocked nakedness on the bed, unable to hold back the nasty grin twisting his lips. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea. I could use a drink myself. Get your lovely ass up off the bed, widow Marshall and bring me a bottle!"
It was Bonnie's widened eyes which first locked onto the poling length of the policeman's lewdly swollen cock! She gasped out at the impact of his total nakedness, stumbling to her feet while Ann bolted upright on the bed, her gaping face flushing a deep scarlet at the sight of her nakedly enraged husband! Stammering, she started to speak, but his words came first.
"I saw it all, lover baby! The fucking dog shooting off into your sucking mouth. . . you gulping it down the same way you did it for me last night! Yeah, I saw it all, bitch! So let's not start making excuses, eh? Let's face it instead, you've got a mouth-penchant for cock, and it doesn't make any difference whether it's man or beast! You, Bonnie, get me a drink before I lose my cool, you hear?"
Dave watched the frightened raven-haired young woman's curvaceous white body quiver and dance in its inciting nakedness as she quickly trotted off. Then he concentrated on the wife who had sucked him with ecstatic hunger the night before. She moved on the bed, her full breasts and rounded fleshy buttocks rippling as she worked over to the edge to sit with her legs hanging off, not looking at him. Christ, the silky blonde hair covering her soft loins was still soaked in wet ringlets from Shep's goddamned lapping tongue!
"You have anything to say for yourself, lover?" he snapped at her, his naked cock beginning to throb in his hand at the enticing sight of her luscious, contoured beauty.
Hesitantly, Ann shook her head, fighting to hold back the tears. God, what could she say. . . outside of telling him how much she loved him, and she doubted if he'd take much stock in that at the moment! But. . . but what did he intend to do... stripped the way he was. . . and standing there shamelessly stroking his handsome thick cock?
"I don't know what's suddenly come over you, baby. Last night, I thought it was the greatest thing that'd ever happened to mankind. . . to this man, that is, not to every fucking creature running around with a cock between its legs!" he bitterly charged. "But I can see that you've got to be trained! The man who owns you has to use you hard, bitch! And until the courts say different, you're my possession, cunt! You understand that?"
"Y-Yes," she whisperingly replied, though had he not said it, Ann well knew it and wanted it that way. She trembled uncontrollably, but as much from Shep's exotic love-making as from the shock of being discovered in her forbidden act by this man she truly loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Oh God, if only she could somehow make him understand this new unexplainable and unquenchable desire that constantly burned inside her and was still eating at her feverish loins at that very moment. She stared at his bulbous-headed, heavily veined hardness looking at her at face level, her tiny tongue reflexively edging the soft flesh of her lips in a moistening, sensuous action. "C-Come, here, darling... let me show you how much you really mean to me . . ."
"Fuck you, wife!" Dave spat, reading her obvious intentions and fighting them, yet wondering if he was going at it right. "Like I said, you have to be trained... " Suddenly, Bonnie's shapely nakedness shoved a drink into his hand and a bottle to supplement it. Then she moved over to the bed and tremblingly sat down beside his sensually curved wife, Bonnie's, full generous endowments no less intoxicating in their cream-white beauty than his own Ann's. . . and he saw her locking her eager eyes greedily onto the thrusting hardness of his damned near numbed cock. Grinning at her, he said, "How about you, Bonnie? You like to suck cock too?"
She swallowed, the gulping sound filling the room.
"Well. . . do you?"
"Y-Yes . . . yes. . . I like just about anything. "
Then come here and prove it! Get down on your knees and suck this fucking thing! Show my loving estranged wife what it's like to have her husband's cock sucked right before her eyes by another woman!"
"Oh Dave... I can't do that!" Bonnie protested.
"You fucking well better, and right now!"
Dave barked.
Shep had returned, seating himself on his haunches in front of Ann. She hardly realized that she was petting him as she enviously watched Bonnie drop to her knees and move forward that way until her opening mouth was split-seconds away from absorbing Dave's jerking, swollen hardness into it! An almost frantic little seizure of jealousy knotted her soft belly and she gasped out when the dark-eyed girl's tongue-moistened lips ovaled to nibble cravingly over the purplish head of her husband's bobbing cock. They locked immediately in a tight, full-lipped pressure around the shining blood-filled glands, her eyes closing as her cheeks began to betray the movements of her hungry tongue!
Dave grunted aloud at the soft liquid warmth of Bonnie's sucking mouth and knowing tongue setting to work on his aching penile length, but he steeled himself, determined to punish his beautiful, covetous wife who was watching with unhidable jealousy. He made Ann get up to take the drink and bottle from his hands, then grasped Bonnie's head to begin a lewd pelvic motion up toward her passion-slack face. She never shied away as he fucked in to her eager mouth fastened tightly around his growing cock, until he was finally brushing at the back of her throat with its blunt tip, most of its long white thickness disappearing beyond the tensioned rim of her moist, drawing lips. Christ, he wondered if he could quit now, the way she was sucking him, her humming mewls vibrating all the way up his rock-hard cock into his throat!
"Eat it, you raven-haired bitch!" he hissed lewdly down at her. "Take it all down into your throat! A-And you, Ann lover... come over here and get onto your knees to watch! Hold my balls while she sucks me, you hear?"
"Y -Yes darling...!" Ann gasped, never hesitating, but moving quickly off the bed to obey.
She dropped to her knees beside them, her impassioned face as close as she could get it, her small hand reaching behind and up between her policeman-husband's hairy legs to cup and tenderly milk his sperm-bloated balls with warm, loving caresses. Shep whimpered and crowded closer to sit and stare at the obscene performance, while Dave continued to hold Bonnie's dark curly head and fuck furiously into her receptive, all engulfing mouth and throat, his pubic hair now brushing at her lips and nose with every thrust!
Ann couldn't restrain the tiny whines of lustful envy escaping her at the licentiously erotic close-up of Bonnie hungrily sucking her David's big hardened cock. Vicariously she could feel its huge spongy head was slithering right down to her tonsils, knowing that soon he would squirt his scalding cum to dribble delightfully down into her friend's heaving belly. Oh, how she wished she was Bonnie Marshall at that moment!
And then, Dave stopped!
"Okay. . . enough of that!" he snapped, jerking his rock-hardened penis from the reluctantly relinquishing mouth of Bonnie Marshall.
"Oh, please, Dave!" the dark-eyed young woman pleaded, looking up at him from her slavishly naked position. "That's a wicked thing to do to me!"
"Maybe. . . but I feel pretty tucking wicked," he said, walking to where Ann had set his drink and picking it up to drain it. "We'll get back to that another time, you and I, but, right now. . . I want you to prepare my sweet wife's little asshole for me! Because I'm going to fuck it!" He grinned at Ann then, watching her eyes growing roundly wide, never really losing their passionate intensity, yet a certain apprehensive light abruptly flicking on in their blue depths. "I've got an idea that tight little asshole is still a cherry, and that's the only thing that's going to pacify this tired husband today! Come on, both of you... get moving! Turn around, Ann. . . hands and knees, while I watch Bonnie slicky up that tight little ass for daddy's big cock! Do it, for Christ's sake! Move! I'm not kidding!"
Ann was frightened. She couldn't deny that. Sodomy was something remote, read about and lustfully enjoyed from that rousing voyeuristic standpoint, but, in reality?
Yet. . . yet. . . she had little choice, did she? God. . . she loved Dave, wanted him... and who had a better right to fuck her ass if he wanted to? He was her husband, and, God knows, she was so crazy about him that she would love whatever he did to her! A shudder of unexplainable delight rippled over her as she moved around there on the rug, bent to all fours, dropping her face and shoulders and lewdly spreading her knees out wide! Looking back, she saw Bonnie's sensually excited face moving up behind her, she too on her hands and knees! God! She couldn't keep herself from waggling her rounded buttocks expectantly back to where the dark-haired girl knelt, and then she glanced up to see Dave's gaping lust-filled eyes!
Ann's buttocks were beautiful, ovaled white mounds to Bonnie, and she gazed at the puckered pink little anus between as Ann lowered her shoulders further, undulating the erotic panorama carnally back at her! Something she had never done, but secretly longed to, filled Bonnie with a craving hunger, the taste of Dave's cock in her mouth adding wildly to it! She plunged forward, burying her face into the luringly smooth whiteness, her hungering eyes trying to encompass it all at once. . . the golden pubic curls, the long ribbon of curved pink cuntal flesh, the swollen pussy lips! Bonnie gasped as she immersed her open-mouthed face into the wet voluptuousness of it all.
The musky, perfumed scent of her friend's open pussy caused Bonnie's nostrils to flare widely as she lashed out with her tiny, eager tongue! Like Shep's ravaging invader before it, the smaller feminine tongue licked up through Ann's wet raw pussy-flesh between the flushed hair-lined folds, bu t with a savoring experimentation. She pressed down deep to find the young nurse's tiny, quivering clitoris, her lips contacting the silken-haired outer folds of hot flesh as she stretched her tongue to its entirety. Its tip stabbed at the sensitive bud, raising a deep gasp from Ann's throat.
Slowly, the dark-haired widow swept upward, flicking her tongue-tip several times against the twitching hard clitoris, then backward toward the ovaled wet opening of her pulsating vagina. She plunged her tongue in far enough to feel the smooth clasping walls of hot flesh grasp at the lewd intrusion and then drew it out again to taunt her urethra before licking up along the satin-soft crevice of Ann's widespread buttocks to the tiny lips of her working little anus!
It might have gone on indefinitely, Dave was beginning to think, until he suddenly decided that there was no way he could watch any more! He had to get his goddamned throbbing cock buried up into that tightly puckered little anus, and he dropped down onto the floor, sprawling onto his back! Bonnie was still lustfully tonguing the crinkled, pink little opening when he snapped. Okay, okay, Bonnie! I said to slick it for me, not to tongue-fuck it! Come on, Ann baby, climb aboard before Daddy blows his cum just watching you two!" Though trembling at the thought of what was ahead of her, Ann still couldn't help but smile at her berating husband as she started to crawl forward toward him. And then, he stopped her with, "Not that way, lover! Turn around with your back to me so I can watch the whole show. . . because you're going to worm it up into that sweet little hole all by yourself!"
With a shudder, Ann repositioned herself, her knees on either side of him, her lewdly spread white buttocks looking roundly back at him like twin creamy moons as Bonnie, of her own eager accord, grasped his pulsing hard cock in her small hand, aiming its blunt-tipped head at the babyish rosette of Ann's tiny anal opening!
"Reach back and pull your buttocks open, darling! It'll help!" Bonnie whispered heatedly as she gaped at the lust-firing sight.
Greedily, she held to Dave's hotly throbbing hardness and watched as Ann's clutching fingers responded, pulling at the yielding flesh of her smooth white ass-cheeks to stretch her tiny anal ring part way open! She heard Dave grunt and curse and they both watched Ann's gasping, obscene performance through straining eyes. Diligently, she worked at worming Dave's huge bulbous cock-head up into the expanding little oval of her anus, while Bonnie held to the solid base of Dave's penis. Ann squirmed and wriggled her taxed, spread-open buttocks in her effort to skewer the hot spear of solid cock-flesh up into her unbelievably gaping little anus!
Ragged gasps of breath burst from the lewdly squatting blonde as she determinedly lowered herself down onto the towering rod of her husband's impaling hardness, her tormented whimpers feverishly exciting her audience.
"D-Does it hurt that much?" Bonnie whispered into her ear, reaching around to gently caress one of her trembling friend's full heaving breasts in sympathetic, if masochistic envy.
"Ooooohhh. . . Godddd . . . !" Ann groaned. "I-It's. ooohhh . . . torture. . . but beautiful torture! I-I love it there. . . love it. . .!" "
Dave gaped in salacious pleasure, hardly believing his wife's unexpected reply! He watched her slavingly gyrate her smooth, rounded hips down. . . down. . . until the soft white give of her buttocks was flattening out against his upper thighs and pelvis. He began to gently work with her in an effort to widen her narrow nether passage with the solid girth of his aching cock buried to its full length up inside the tight, hotly smothering channel.
"Christ, doll. . . I-I never thought you could do it . . . ! Goddamn . . . listen, if it's hurting too much we can stop... you win Dave blurted, a sudden wave of shame rising up in him at her pitiful groans.
"No! No, don't stop! I want it there, darling!" Ann vehemently insisted, writhing her naked buttocks down ever tighter to his churning loins, forcing his huge cock farther up in to her grotesquely stretching rectum. "B-But .. . I think it's going to come right out. . . my mouth, lover!" she added, slowly leaning back to rotate her hips and buttocks lewdly and please him more!
He caught at her slender waist, slipping his gaunt hands up her smooth rib-cage while she strugglingly straightened out her legs in front of her. With both hands he cupped her erotically swollen breasts and drew her back down on top of him, as Bonnie stared at them in envious lustful hunger.
God almighty, he'd never know the agony he was bringing her at that moment, Ann painfully reasoned, but, simultaneously, he was over whelming her with a passion beyond anything she had yet known! It was incredible that almost nauseous torment could be such a magnificent torture of masochistic pleasure! So beautiful. . . savagely beautiful... like Shep was brutally beautiful!
Suddenly, Bonnie was moving down between their extended spread-apart legs, her dark sparkling eyes fixed on Ann's golden-curled pussy staring wetly up at her! The soft-curved pink crevice arched downward to the fleshy ovals of her resilient white ass-cheeks. . . widespread now with Dave's huge hardened cock splitting them, holding them lewdly apart, its thick length buried to the hilt up into her forever stretched rectum, his heavy cum-filled balls pulsating crazily below! Bonnie couldn't, even if she had wanted to, keep from stealing one more lusting, oral caress! She dropped forward, nestling her face into Ann's soft, golden-framed loins, starting her fiery little tongue at the tip of Dave's sperm-inflated balls!
Excitedly, she licked the exposed half-inch of his rock-hard cock not yet swallowed up into Ann's tight nether-hole, then into the open heat of her pink wet cunt and upward, finally sucking the fluid inner lips and tiny quivering clitoris into her impassioned mouth with a moist little slurping sound!
Ann whined out to the added delight, working her buttocks up and down on her young husband's brutally sodomizing cock, at the same time, with long legs splayed wide to flower open her wetly glistening cunt, she pressed its heated sensitivity up against Bonnie's hungry mouth! Almost fanatically, the voluptuous brunette lashed her tongue around, over, and up and into Ann's sweet-tasting pussy-channel, her own maddening desire reaching a feverish peak!
Gasping, Bonnie reached down between her hot thighs to find her own little palpitating clitoris and stroke it before suddenly remembering! "Oh, Shep, lover...!" she choked, elevating her naked buttocks lewdly upward and spreading her legs wide! "Hurry, baby. . . Bonnie needs you bad...!". she exclaimed, then shot her searing little tongue back up deeply into Ann's seethingly clasping vagina!
It was a first for both Dave and Ann to see the dancing eyed German shepherd quickly mount the lustfully presented mounds of the naked Bonnie bent slavishly before him Bonnie thrust her milk-white ass-cheeks back high and they watched with bated breath the hardened sleek animal-cock wetly ram and slip against them! Again, the massive brute floundered, whimpering loudly, until Bonnie spread her rounded thighs wider. . . and this time, it didn't miss!
"Uuummmnnnggg!" Bonnie gasped out before the long thick ravager soaring up into her, lancing her moistly hungering vaginal walls like a flint-tipped spear!
Oh God. . . her true lover. . . the grandest of them all . . . her own darling, Shep! She would al ways love him the most, she knew as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the delicious wet cunt breathing out its heated, passionate essence in to her flaring nostrils. She heard Angela begin a series of little telltale whimpers, and Dave's guttural grunts... heard them in the vague background of her mind, for her animal lover was hammering up into her greedy, liquid cunt wi th rapid, battering thrusts that were intoxicatingly stabbing at the underside of her soft, tremulous belly!
His wonderful big cock was beginning to swell and throb inside the clutching walls of her burning passage, growing larger and larger. . . hotter and hotter. . . filling her raging vagina as it seared fiercely up into her. . . driving her ever, ever toward a bursting bubble of ecstasy!
Bonnie's licking and sucking of Ann's steaming cunt became even more furious, until the naked, obscenely positioned young wife, stuffed to the hilt on her husband's huge, sodomizing cock, groaned put, "Ooohhh. . . I-I'm going to cummmm . . . darlings. . . ohhh . . . cummmilinnnggg! "
"Christ! Don't stop now, you sweet bitch!" Dave choked. "Oh shit... keep your ass fucking, baby! Hump it... fuck it hard! S-Sonovabitch. . .! I'm cummmmiinnngg with youuu . . . .
"Ohhhhh yesss... unnng . . . meee tooo . . !" Bonnie cried out as Shep fucked savagely up into her, his magnificent animal-cock suddenly long and longer. . . thick and thicker inside her flooding, clinging wet cunt, those wonderful battering, lunges unrelenting! And then she felt his gushing stream of seething canine cum squirting unceasingly up into her hot little belly until she thought she'd burst! Long jets of it scalded the voraciously milking walls of her climaxing vagina, filling her full with a violent force, its steaming heat tripping her through orgasm after orgasm until she wailed in mindless passion!
It was, to say the least, a bit unusual, Dave Ramm thought as he smiled over at his lovely blonde wife snuggled close beside him in the seat of the launch. He'd like very much to tell her that he loved her, but decided against trying to make himself heard over the boat's powerful engines, so instead he just squeezed her small hand warmly inside his own, knowing that she'd understand, and she did.
He couldn't remember when he'd been so goddamned happy! No longer just acting lieutenant, but permanent rank now, and both Vic Marshall's killers put away for good, thanks to Bonnie's identification. On top of that, two weeks on the little dream-island ahead to enjoy their second honeymoon, and what a mind-bending spectacular that was going to be!
Beside him, Ann twisted around in the seat to throw a smile behind her and he did the same, both of them gazing straight at the handsome, panting face of Shep, the powerful animal seeming to be happily grinning back at them as Bonnie Marshall held possessively to the leash on his collar. She, too, smiled, her dark onyx eyes glowing excitedly.
Yeah, to say the least, it was just a bit unusual to share a honeymoon with another couple. . . especially when one of them was a promiscuous love-hungry dog!