The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true!" was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Her birth certificate might betray Donna Morton's age as just over thirty years, but the sensuous curves of her voluptuously formed body, along with her flawlessly smooth, summer-tanned skin, made her appear years younger than her chronological age. Long, silken black hair cascaded smoothly over her naked shoulders and her opal eyes gleamed brightly as she stood admiring her nakedly wet body in front of the full length mirror in her well-appointed bathroom.
Still dripping from her warm, soothing bath, Donna stalked across the luxurious bedroom with its king size waterbed and stood gazing out of the double glass doors, which she had opened to let in the cool, crisp air of the summer morning. From this vantage point, Donna could see for miles and miles around as her weekend retreat, which she teasingly called her "little mountain cottage", was a palatial affair set high atop a tree-studded mountainside not far from Lake Tahoe. She saw the sky above her head, radiantly blue and completely cloudless, presiding peacefully over the well-ordered forest that hugged the side of the mountain. Below, the enormous lake sat like turquoise gem, smooth and placid glimmering in the summer morning sun. This was usually a warm and soothing sight to the young publicity agent, nature's own tranquillizer when the rush and crush and smog of Los Angeles became too much to bear.
But this morning she was angry. Her chest heaved with angry, long breaths, causing the tanned mounds of her breasts to quiver and jiggle above her slender waist and the sensuous flaring of her rounded hips. Her entire naked body seemed to tremble, seething with an unspeakable anger, as she walked through the open glass doors and onto the small deck out side of the bedroom. She usually enjoyed sunbathing here completely in the nude, but now she simply stood, hands clenched onto the deck railing until the knuckles almost burst through her skin, eyes burning with a relentless fury.
Damn him! Damn him and double damn him! Of all the nerve, walking out on her like that! The ungrateful wretch, the worthless, cruel, heartless, savage bastard! By now he was probably half way back to Los Angeles, half way back to his simpering, whimpering wife who could neither satisfy him nor even guess at the depths of his lust-crazed passions! And she had been good to him, after all! God, she had welcomed him into her luxurious home, fed him all the exotic and expensive foods he could eat-caviar, sirloin steak, lobster, veal cordon bleu, duckling in orange sauce-and he had reveled in it all. That was all not to mention her bed, which he shared with her for nearly a full week, eating there, sleeping there, making mad and passionate love to her there. Why, he had hardly left the bed at all in the days he had spent with her in that sumptuous mountain retreat-and then he had the unmitigated nerve to simply up and walk out on her, saying that he had had enough for now and had to get back to his dumb little wife!
He had even said "my dumb little wife" and seemed so proud of the fact that he was married to a simple, innocent fool when what he really enjoyed, if the past several days were any indication, was a tigress without inhibitions and without regrets who would proudly pander to his every depraved desire! Yes, and she, Donna Morton, had done just that-and more! And still, still the bastard had walked out on her as casually as you walk out of a movie theatre when the film is over!
The crudest blow of all, though, was this nagging sense of loss that the young woman felt now. She had enjoyed many other lovers before and none of them had been permanent. Sooner of later-usually sooner-all of them had gone their own way, leaving her blissfully free to pursue other erotic adventures, other lust-incited escapades. That was the way she liked it and wanted it, and she always laid down the ground rules before the start of the game, because she wanted at all costs to avoid distasteful scenes and rough recriminations afterwards. And it had been the same way with this body... yet... now that he was gone, she had to admit that underneath all the bravado she felt a humiliating sense of having been cruelly abandoned against her wishes.
Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as she remembered how she had practically begged him not to leave. Sitting naked on her rocking waterbed, she had tried to appear cool and aloof and indifferent although her limbs trembled and tears began to creep out of the corners of her bright blue eyes. The young man, of course, showed a distinct lack of concern for her feelings, the selfish brute, as he staggered naked out of her bathroom, reeking of expensive masculine scents which she kept there for her "guests", and dressed himself in the clothes he had ripped off of his eager body nearly five days before.
"What can I say, after all?" he had asked, his young brown eyes cool and empty as he gazed not at her but at some vague point in space. "I mean, enough is enough. A perpetual orgy is fine for a while, but I can't live on a steady diet of undiluted sex. I need air and light-and music! I need my music, do you understand?"
"You cruel, heartless bastard," Donna had murmured, her hands clenched into tight fists as she tried desperately to control her raging fury.
"Look, lady," he said, pulling his fancy embroidered jeans over the length of his muscular legs, "there is nothing cruel about me. Quite the contrary, if I am not mistaken my cock gave you nothing but pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure. And you can't deny that."
"And what about what I gave you?"
"What you gave me? You sucked my cock until it exploded and then you swallowed every ounce of cum that you could get! Seems to me you got as much pleasure out of that as I did. And then what? Then I licked your cunt until your tits were screaming and you finally went off like an atom bomb-you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that as much as I did! So what do you want? Seems to me like it was a pretty fair exchange-the willing services of my cock for the comforts of the hot little cunt between your luscious legs!"
It was at that moment that Donna realized how much she wanted this young man to stay, at least for a while longer. Somehow, he had kindled a spark of desire in her loins that had not been extinguished in these past five days. On the contrary, the spark seemed to be growing into a full-fledged fire and all she wanted now was more of his cock, more of the perverted and depraved things she had done with him, no matter how weird or warped they seemed to be. "Damn you," she hissed, her anger now overwhelming her desire. "Get out then. Scram! Beat it! Get out of here, you filthy animal!"
"Filthy animal?" he spat back at her in response. "Seems like it was just this morning that you called me a pleasure-loving beast, your own untamed jungle animal-and you loved it, didn't you?"
"GET OUT!" the young woman screamed. "OUT!"
"Believe me, I'm going. But let me tell you this: you'll not soon see the likes of me around here! Why, you're nothing but a sex-crazed, hungry animal yourself. Christ, you've probably lived seventy-five years in the last five days, fucking and sucking and fucking some more until you couldn't see straight. That's probably just your problem-you can't see past your own fucked-up desires. All you live for is sex, sex and more sex. Well, that's fine if that's the way you want it. But me, I got a horn to blow an plenty of other pussies to screw, so I'll be running along now. Maybe I'll be back one of these days-and then again, maybe I won't."
"Damn you! Get the hell out of here before I call the police!"
"Call the police? That's a laugh! Jesus!" Donna sat still on the waterbed, tears rolling down her fury-flushed face, her knees trembling and her hands still clenched tight in fists. Sobs caught in her throat as she tried to speak again but couldn't.
Just as he reached the bedroom door, he turned around, looked at her with piercing eyes, and said calmly, "For whatever it's worth to you, baby, you are one helluva fine fuck. I'll always remember that cock-starved little cunt of yours and the way it milked the cum out of my cock." Then he turned once more and walked out of the young woman's life.
Now, standing at the edge of her bedroom deck, the young woman could once again feel the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, the sobs caught in her throat, the anger rippling through her trembling, naked body. Her stomach felt hollow, a gnawing emptiness swept through her groin and her mind wandered back over the years and episodes that had brought her to this point in her life.
She had run away from home at the tender age of sixteen. Her parents had just died in a plane crash and the prospect of living with her grandmother, a haggard old ogre of a woman whom Donna had always disliked, was more than she could bear. She had felt sorry for her little eight year-old sister, who would have to remain there to be raised by the old woman, but Donna Morton had left without regret and with, in fact, high hopes of success. God, she thought now, she hadn't even been a virgin then, had she? How many men were there... two... three? Well, it didn't matter anyway. The experience had stood her in good stead once she reached the island of her dreams, Manhattan.
At first, knowing the full value of her even then voluptuous figure, she had tried modeling. In order to get work she had found it necessary to sleep with half a dozen men, but she hadn't . minded that much. She had wound up, after many frustrated months with little money and fewer prospects, working as a secretary in the office of a famous publicity agent, Thomas Simpson. It wasn't long before she was in his bed as well, but that little adventure paid off in handsome and generous dividends. Before long, Donna was promoted to a full-fledged publicity agent in her own right and from there on things had gone from good to better to best.
Her brains and her beauty, combined with her free-wheeling attitude towards sex, made her a very successful woman at a very young age. By the time she was twenty-five, she had had more lovers than she could count and more money than she could spend. It was then that Tom decided to open up a west coast office in Los Angeles and it was Donna Morton he chose to manage that new enterprise.
It was in Los Angeles that Donna found her greatest success. Her roster of clients now included many movie stars, movie hopefuls, authors, directors, cinematographers, even several famous hair styling salons and restaurants. She no longer slept with men to advance her career but now chose simply those who appealed to her, those who could give her the greatest pleasure. One of those men she had gone so far as to marry! His name was Tony Parker and she had met him through one of her movie star clients. Tony was one of the most famous and sought-after stunt men in the business and was, moreover, one of the greatest lovers she had ever known. Even now, several years after his untimely death in a motorcycle accident, Donna felt a strange but sincere tenderness for the backwoods boy from Nebraska who was constantly thrilled with the glamour and spectacle of Hollywood and never really believed himself to be a part of it all. Perhaps that's why Donna had been attracted to him in the first place because, in spite of her roaring success, she too felt like an outsider looking in, like a little girl living in the midst of her own fantasy world peopled with incredible characters born of her own imagination.
Tony had loved her well and taught her a lot about the art and style of making love, lessons which she had since put to good use with the various men she had become involved with. Men like... Donna realized now that she didn't even know the trombone player's name! She had simply called him Hairy because of his bristling beard and flamboyant moustache and because of the long dark hair that rolled dark over his shoulders.
Donna recalled her first sight of him, carrying in the bulky sound equipment from the flat-bed truck behind the hotel. She had organized a press party, complete with 10-piece rock band, for a newly successful young author here at Lake Tahoe, because the young author happened to be her brother-in-law and happened also to have rented a house for the summer just down the road from her own. Organizing this party had given her a good excuse to spend some time away from the crowds and smoggy heat of the Los Angeles summer, so she had been looking forward to this project for several weeks.
She had hired the band sight-unseen because one of her clients, an extremely famous rock star, had recommended them. As she stood by that afternoon, watching them carefully remove their boxes and wires and microphones and instruments from the truck, she was struck by how commonplace they all looked. Every day of the week she could see dozens of characters like these crawling along the sidewalks of Sunset Boulevard, complete with scraggly beards,-long, unkempt hair, worn-out tee shirts and battered blue jeans.
Yet, when they began to perform later that evening, she could sense a certain magic about them all. Especially the trombone player. Even their eyes seemed to sing as they danced around the stage under the multi-colored spotlights screaming out their songs and flashing bright, vibrant smiles to their appreciative audience. The trombone player handled his instrument like a phallus, sensuously sliding it in and out or stroking it tenderly when he wasn't playing. Somehow or another during the performance he had caught Donna Morton's eye and locked his gaze teasingly to hers as he played madly on his trombone, sliding it up and down, in and out with deliberate provocativeness.
After the performance was over Donna purposely sought him out. Had she given him some sort of come-on before and was that why he had gazed at her so teasingly during the entire performance? Perhaps, but Donna couldn't remember now. All she recalled was his light and airy gait as he strolled towards her, a can of beer clenched tightly in one hand, his long golden instrument in the other. She remembered, now, being impressed by his elaborate costume, the white tee shirt embroidered with a blue peace symbol, his blue jeans also embroidered with a various designs, sparkling with sequins. Over his shoulder he had casually draped a fringed leather jacket and the smile on his face glowed with mischievous lechery.
The odd part of it all was that she had just shaken off some publicity-seeking movie hopeful named Jerry... Jerry... well, Jerry Somebody, yet now she practically hurled herself into this stranger's arms. And more odd still was her inclination towards older men, which was thrown to the winds now. True, her husband Tony was only thirty-five when he died, but usually Donna preferred older, more mature, suave and sophisticated men who knew how to treat a woman. Too often she found younger men sophomoric and crude and so she had always tended to avoid them.
But this young man was different, right from the start. His entire body exuded a distinct and provocative sexuality more powerful than many movie stars she dealt with. His strong young muscles seemed to be on the verge of bursting through his clothing and his eyes danced merrily, teasingly, sensuously as he finally stood beside the voluptuous publicity agent who had sponsored this elaborate party in the hotel ballroom.
A distinct urge of lust raced through Donna's loins as the handsome, bearded young stranger stood next to her chair. Unconsciously clenching her smooth, white-fleshed thighs together, she looked up at him with obvious desire and crooned in her sexiest voice, "Well, now that you've found me, why don't you sit down?"
He did, very slowly, every movement a slow and deliberately provocative one. His eyes studied the rounded curves of her ample breasts, the tight indentation of her slim waistline, the long tapering legs peeking out from under a short mini skirt, crossed lady-like at the knees.
"They tell me you're the one I have to thank," he said, grinning, watching her creamy smooth breasts trying to burst over the plunging neckline of her dress.
"Oh? Thank me for what? I haven't done anything... yet, " she answered with an equally joyful grin.
"I like you already, lady," he replied, obviously appreciating the implications of her remark. "What I meant was, you're the one who hired us for this gig, right?"
"Right," Donna replied, her eyes laughing in anticipation of the pleasure that she knew was to come.
"Well, that's what I wanted to thank you for."
"No need to thank me; you're getting paid for it, after all."
"Yeah, well... well, it's a nice break for us, you know. Being exposed to all these important people. Playing at Lake Tahoe and all that. Besides... I've heard a lot about you. I've been looking forward to meeting you at last," he concluded, his smile now stretched from ear to ear, his white teeth gleaming between tongue-moistened lips.
"Heard a lot about me?" Donna asked coyly. "From whom, may I ask?"
"From Greg, of course," he replied simply.
Greg Mathers was the rock musician who had recommended this band. Donna remembered now, one wild night several months before in Greg's sumptuous house, marijuana cigarettes being passed around and around the room... liquor flowing as if from a waterfall... somehow she had ended up with Greg and his manager, an older man named Bob Gardner, out by the swimming pool ., . Greg's long hot hardness tasted so sweet in her drug-drenched passion, slipping in and out of her hungrily sucking mouth... at the same time, or so she remembered, Bob's heavily hardened cock was pumping in and out of her wetly engulfing vagina... it was all a vague, hazy, drug-fogged memory as it crossed her mind now.
"Oh, I see," the young woman replied simply.
"You're some chunk of woman, you know that, lady? Greg wasn't putting me on at all!" He laughed, a roaring, crashing laugh that seemed to fill up the entire ballroom.
Donna smiled in spite of herself. The young man was far from subtle, yet his lack of pretension, his guileless and artless directness, had a certain refreshing appeal to the well-experienced young publicity agent. It was only a couple of drinks later when she asked him if he would like to come up to her house to see the view of the lake from there. Of course, he agreed without hesitation.
Her arm clasped around the young man's waist, Donna Morton stopped briefly on their way out to speak to her young brother-in-law, Harry Simon.
"Harry, mingle more, why don't you? Get around, talk to everybody you can grab hold of! That's what this whole thing is all about!"
"Where are you going?" he asked suspiciously, studying the bearded musician by the side of his voluptuous sister-in-law.
"Home," she replied simply. "I'll talk to you in a couple of days. By the way, where is that sister of mine?"
"Over there," Harry said, pointing across the room to the spot where his young wife stood talking to some famous television stars. "She can't believe she's face-to-face with so many famous people."
"No, I guess she can't. Well, have a good time, Harry. And don't forget to mingle, get around, talk to every single one of these people here. Especially that producer I introduced you to before. He might be persuaded to buy the screen rights to your book, you know!"
Harry glared at Donna as she stalked out with her handsome young trombone player. He and Joan had only been in Los Angeles for six months, but during that time he had come to appreciate the voluptuous sensuality of his older sister-in-law and although he loved his wife, there had been many times when pangs of lecherous jealousy had swept through him as he thought of her nakedly displayed before and being screwed half senseless by so many strange men. God, all he'd need with her would be one night... one glorious night... he'd show her how a real man could fuck!
But all that was forgotten as he walked over to talk to the grey-haired, manicured producer standing across the room...
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Donna grabbed her young trombone player by his embroidered tee shirt and began to slowly, sensuously pull it off over his hairy head. She knew they wouldn't be interrupted because her butler/valet had been given the day off and his wife, the cleaning woman, only came once a week on Thursdays. And today was not a Thursday. As the cotton shirt came over his head, the young man laughed, that same roaring, blasting laugh she had heard before in the ballroom of the hotel. It sent a shiver of desire racing up her spine as the naked skin of his muscled, wide chest, heaving with that laughter, came into full view before her desire-gleaming eyes.
She had opened the sliding glass doors and now the sweet fragrance of the surrounding forest mingled with the rough, masculine scent of the young stranger. These two delicious smells invaded the young woman's nostrils as she knelt before him in mock supplication, her hands busily unfastening his belt and lowering the zipper of his elaborately decorated blue jeans.
"Say," she asked, glancing up at him, "how old are you anyway?"
"Twenty-one," he responded, smiling, "But don't hold that against me. I can fuck like I've been doing it for twenty years! I know most all the tricks there are to know, lady, so don't worry, you're going to have a good time with me!"
"Oh, I'm not worried," Donna replied gaily, eagerly anticipating the throbbing hardness of his cock buried inside her already steaming hungry cunt. Her hands reached up to caress his muscled, hairy chest, her fingers teasingly tweaking his nipples as her hands roamed across that vast expanse of warm male flesh. Sparks of sublime desire now began to invade her loins and she could feel the distinct moisture of lust seeping down between the creamy flesh of her thighs as her hands rummaged through the curly forest of hair on his chest then slowly ran down along his sides to the waistband of his pants, which she slid down over his narrow hips and down the muscle-hardened length of his powerful legs.
Still on her knees, the young woman looked up now to see the younger man's penis slowly crawling to erectly hardened life just above her eyes. Its youthful, quivering energy pulsing through its network of pulsing veins sent a surge of unquenchable passion flowing through her own naked body, which she slowly raised, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses on his skin from his knees to his squarely powerful shoulders. As she moved, she watched with growing delight the increasing hardness and length of his vigorous young male cock as it rose to full-blown life, rubbing first against her tremulous, ruby-crested breasts, then down the smooth skin of her flat stomach until it finally rested close to the softly curling strands of her pubic triangle like a squirming snake filled with fire.
"Are you still worried?" the young man asked, smiling with distinct lechery.
"Not at all," she whispered, sending hot breath into his ear and feeling the surging spring of his cock in response. Then she pressed her anxious lips against his moistly parted ones, opening her mouth wide to receive the young hotness of his tongue. It came into her mouth like a hot firebrand, flicking restlessly around her own probing tongue, passionately caressing its way into the warmly moist depths of her mouth. His long arms engulfed her slender waist as she locked her own around his stocky neck and pressed her lips harder against his while their loins wrestled against one another, grinding with a vibrant sensuality.
God, he was like an untamed beast! And he was raising in her all the animalistic instincts of a hungry tigress. The full length of his desire-filled young cock was now locked in between their bodies, trapped like a roaring animal just next to her hotly quivering vaginal mound. Now her hands reached down to grasp it fully bloated hotness, her slender fingers wrapping around its lust-throbbing length, slowly stroking back and forth, pulling back the foreskin over the bulbous, pulsing head that throbbed madly at her tender touch.
The young man grunted lustfully at the first touch of her knowledgeable hands, reflexively pushing his hips forward so that his thick white foreskin slid back completely to expose the bright crimson, lust-swollen head with its tiny liquid pearl at the tip. Her mouth watered now, hungry for the taste of this pulsing shaft of flesh, his strong masculine scent invading her nostrils while his spearing tongue continued to invade the soft warm confines of her greedily responding mouth.
A low, beseeching moan escaped from Donna's lips as she unlocked her hungry mouth from his and slid her wetly parted lips down his thick young throat and down the length of his hairy, muscled chest, stopping to flick for a moment with her ravenous tongue at his nearly hidden navel. The trail of wetly streaked kisses that she left raised the young man to a new height of carnal hunger and his hips flexed yet again in anticipation of the pleasure that was yet to come. Her wetly glistening lips now moved still lower, provocatively teasing his rough masculine flesh until they reached the densely curled mass of his pubic hair where they seemed almost to become lost.
Finally her sensuously hungering mouth reached the protruding rod of throbbing flesh and with a guttural moan reaching up from the depths of her throat, she slipped her lust-moistened lips up over its balloon-like head, flicking her hotly spearing tongue out to lick away the minute bubble of heated seminal fluid that seeped out provocatively atop the blood-filled head. The sweetly pungent taste of his young male cum floating over her tongue was even more stimulating than she had imagined it would be, sending flames of rampant desire crashing through her loins. She kissed and licked while she held its long, thickly swollen length in her firmly grasping fingers, her nostrils filled with the pungent male aroma of his excited genitals until she thought her head would burst. She felt the waves of sexual abandon and delight shivering along the fully erect length of his virile young cock as she teased it without mercy, sending her wet tongue swirling around it, tantalizingly licking and sucking at it blindly and mindlessly. She could hear his clogged groans of delight and she could also feel weird sensations of new and unexplored lust churning rapaciously through her own hungrily yearning cunt, down the full length of her silken-skinned thighs to the very tips of her trembling toes. Her own lust-aroused vaginal juices seemed to be streaming madly out of her now hotly seething cunt as she worked her mouth hungrily around the fully erect length of his pulsing young cock while his hips fucked inward towards her passion-flushed face and the lipstick softness of her widely ovaled lips.
She squirmed on her knees before him as she now tongued hotly along the underside of his hot male hardness, sensing and feeling the heated moisture that was trickling madly down between her liquidly-seeping pussy lips and along the insides of her creamy white thighs. Visions of the lust-crazed pleasure in the many hours to come spilled through her mind as if a bottle of boiling desire had overturned there and her hungry mouth now opened wide, wide, wider still, her lewdly ovaled lips gleaming with moisture, preparing to suck in his long hardened cock-head back down to the base of her throat.
Her building desire surging through her veins, the lovely young woman bobbed her head forward to let his desire-driven length to slither further up into her waiting and willing mouth, her hot breath surrounding it as it pushed ever deeper into the warm, moistly clasping cavity, its smooth, rubbery head leading the way followed by the massive, heavily throbbing pole of flesh behind. Her eager lips teased it maddeningly while her glistening tongue swirled lasciviously around it. Her cheeks drew greedily inward while one of her soft hands moved down to cup the heavily bloated fullness of the cum-filled balls swinging sensuously down between his legs.
"Jesus, what a blow job! Your mouth's like a hairless little kid-pussy," the young man groaned, clutching at her head with both his hands and running his strong fingers through the mass of ebony hair that cascaded erotically down across her nakedly curved back. "God, you sure know how... to really... suck a cock... don't you, lady?" he stammered, the burning desire now racing like lightning through his grinding, pumping loins while his hands grasped more firmly around her slowly bobbing head.
Yes, her experience had taught her well. Nothing but crude and exciting experience had taught Donna Morton at a very young age how to draw the warm male sperm out of the tip of any man's desire-hardened cock with sucking, greedy lips and a maddeningly teasing tongue. She had learned her lesson so well because she enjoyed it, too, almost as much as she enjoyed a good, hard, hilt-ramming fuck into the seething depths of her desire-crazed cunt. Now she sucked with all her might as he stood there before her, his huge, stiffened rod of pulsing young cock flesh worming deeper and deeper towards the back of her anxiously waiting throat!
She struggled to take its full thickness and massive length into her warmly sucking mouth, not knowing for sure whether it would fit, thinking that it might in fact slide half way down to her stomach the way it was going now! But she wanted it, wanted to taste the white, bittersweet fluid that would come gushing out of it like an erupting geyser... yes, she wanted it more than anything else in the world right now! Wanted it, needed it, had to have it there between her greedily ovaled lips, sunk back to its full lengthy hilt into the heat of her throat, its massive thickness filling her gullet almost to the breaking point!
And then! Then the young stranger would lick her hot insatiable cunt... lick and suck at her ravenously eager cunt until the heated juices of her passion flowed like molten gold all inside it. And after that he would fuck his raging young cockflesh into her still desire-crazed cunt, plunging it like a well-lubricated piston between her hair-fringed vaginal lips and into the heatedly waiting depths of her voraciously hungry pussy... and then? Perhaps a finger in her rectum... whatever! Who cares! He was quite a lover, more inspiring and invigorating than any she had had in a long time with his carefree, youthful abandon and his steadily seething passions! Yes, quite a lover, she thought, as she gently caressed his sperm-laden balls and sucked gluttonously at his mouth-stuffing cock with gasping, rasping breaths! Her mouth now stretched wide to accommodate its youthful bloated girth as it slipped easily down into the saliva moistened channel of her mouth, its long, thick pulsing hardness raging and throbbing in sublime ecstasy with every powerful thrust.
She knew he couldn't go on much longer like this... soon it would happen... any minute now...
Donna Morton had an unmistakable instinct for those things, born of many years of experience and many types of lovers. She wasn't wrong this time, either, for in the next split-second he clasped her head with his strong young fists and rammed that delectably massive cock down her eagerly willing throat, her mouth stretched grotesquely wide, her lipstick -rimmed lips gleaming with moisture, her maddening desire for his stinging-sweet cum screaming through every fiber of her being with an insane intensity.
Then, it happened!
His burning cum ripped out of his hairy-hanging balls and raced through his crazily jerking cock like a dam released, flooding the depths of her voraciously sucking mouth with his scalding, thick white liquid which, try as she might, she could not swallow rapidly enough so that thin, clear trickles of it spilled out of the corners of her moisture-glistening lips and dribbled down her chin. For a moment the intensity of his climax brought her to the brink of an overwhelming explosion as well and she rubbed her expectantly quivering thighs together with an abandoned lust to catch the erectly quivering clitoris between her excitedly flushed pink pussy lips... but it was not quite time yet... she was not quite there just yet... soon, though... it wouldn't take much more. Instead, she sucked and licked and milked every last ounce of the preciously flowing liquid from the young penis grasped firmly between her tightly ovaled lips, swallowing the pungent nectar of his virile maleness as fast as she could while her own rampant desire threatened still to explode like an atom bomb inside her hotly undulating loins.
Afterwards, they had gone into her bedroom and romped like two silly school children on her waterbed, rolling over it as the waves of water undulated sensuously beneath their nakedly displayed bodies. Soon he had buried his long-haired head between her invitingly spread legs, his tongue flicking out like a tiny hot spear in between her hair-fringed pussy lips and into the hotly seething depths of her hungrily engulfing cunt flesh. How many times had she cum that afternoon before he had even gotten around to plunging his rock-hard young cock into the very depths of her lust-craving belly? She didn't remember... nor did she recall with any clarity the five days afterwards which they spent mostly on the waterbed, with occasional forays into the shower or outside to the pool. It had been like an ancient orgy... loving, eating, loving, bathing, loving, sleeping (had they slept at all in five days?), loving, eating, loving... nothing else had mattered for those long days and nights except the sublime and erotic pleasure they could give one another, not even her crowded appointments calendar, not even his precious band... nothing except the viscously pleasurable things they could do to one another there on that deliciously undulating waterbed.
And now... now he had simply stalked 'out of her life as abruptly as he had entered it. He was gone... gone... probably never to return...
But I'm not finished with him yet! I haven't yet had my fill of his gorgeous young cock inside my screaming cunt, damn him! I want more, more, more of him and now he's gone! Left me as casually as he would leave the goddamned laundromat, the bastard!
The young woman, frustrated and angry, now turned from her sundeck and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a small towel which she wrapped around her nakedly tanned skin. Then, with purposeful vindictiveness, she threw off the towel and sauntered casually through the house and out towards the swimming pool, hoping her butler Roger would see her. But, he must have been in the kitchen because he didn't appear. But Donna knew she could fix that...
Sitting provocatively by the edge of the pool, her long, tapering legs dangling into the cool blue water, she rang the little bell which would summon Roger. He appeared instantly, seemingly unflustered by the sight of his naked employer who was leaning back on her hands so that her fully rounded breasts pointed proudly towards the sky while one leg dangled in the water and the other was perched provocatively, bent at the knee, on the poolside deck. The sight of her salaciously displayed like that was enough to make any man's cock jump right out of his pants, but Roger seemed thoroughly unperturbed, as if this were a common occurrence. And, indeed, it was, because Donna characteristically felt bitter and revenge-driven after she had parted from her various lovers.
"Roger, get me a Scotch, will you?" she hummed lewdly at her proper English butler.
"Certainly, madam," he answered, the color flushing through his cheeks in spite of his struggle to maintain a cool and indifferent appearance.
She recalled with salacious pleasure the first time Roger had seen her nakedly displayed like this by the swimming pool. His eyes had nearly burst out of their sockets and despite his usually calm exterior, he had stammered and blushed shamefully. She imagined with great pleasure the lustful thoughts that must have been tearing through his brain at that moment, even though he was old enough to be her father. It was cruel and she knew it every time, but still she enjoyed the way she could make her full, tanned breasts quiver and sway, her pinkly throbbing nipples would rise and harden in the cool summer air, tantalizing the poor man until he nearly had to stagger away. He had grown used to this forbidden stimulation by now, at least on the surface. He could now command his composure at least long enough to serve her a drink or her lunch.
When he returned, the voluptuously displayed young woman asked him who had called during the past several days. The first several names he mentioned she dismissed with a casual wave of her hand, as if those people were too petty for her to be concerned about. But when he reached her brother-in-law, Harry Simon, she asked specifically what he had said.
"He seemed very anxious to speak with you, Madam," Roger answered with his crisp English accent. Roger had been with Donna for five years and had grown accustomed in that time to handling her often irate, angry clients while she was involved for days at a time with some strange new lover.
"And what did you tell him, Roger?"
"That you were ill and could not come to the phone," he replied dryly.
"Oh? And did he believe you?"
"He had no choice, Madam."
"No, I don't suppose he did. Well, when he calls back, I'll speak to him. But I'm not at home to anyone else, Roger. Not to anyone at all, do you understand?"
"Quite, Madam. And will that be all?" he asked, his face by now beginning to flush with obvious desire as his eyes carefully studied the darkly curling forest of her sparsely-haired pubic mound and the soft, pink little slit visible through the thin curls.
"Yes, Roger, that will be all for now, thank you," she replied, smiling inwardly as he walked briskly back into the house.
Donna's thoughts now darted to the handsome young man who had married her younger sister just over six months before. A struggling young writer, he had come to her with a novel he had written and she had arranged to have it published by a very prestigious firm in New York whose president had once been her bed partner. The book was already enjoying an unexpected popularity and within six months would probably reach near the top of the best-seller list. And so Donna was now busy trying to put together a package deal for the film version of the story, with one of her director clients, several of her actors and actresses, and, hopefully, young Harry as the screenwriter. That was one of the reasons she had organized the press party last week, to get all of those people together in one place and to expose them to several important producers.
Harry, understandably, was anxious about the progress of Donna's expert efforts. Harry... such a devilishly handsome young man! She wasn't surprised that her innocent young sister should have fallen head-over-heels in love with him! He was tall, thin, with an angular grace and classically defined features. He had a way of walking that simply drove his sister-in-law wild with desire, a slow, loping movement that had a certain sexuality all its own. And his hands... long, sensitive fingers... lean, strong hands which Donna imagined gently exploring, loving, caressing her nakedly tanned flesh... yes, it would be quite a nice conclusion to this ludicrous adventure of the hairy musician to have Harry come over... tonight... without her sister Joan...
Joan was a strange young girl, Donna thought. It surprises me that two sisters like us can be so unalike! A disturbing young girl, too, with intensive, brooding eyes that seemed to penetrate to the very depths of your secret soul! And yet, under the right circumstances, when she was among people whom she knew well and was comfortable with, she could display a sparkling vivaciousness and it was in moments like those that Donna could see why Harry seemed to love her so. Still, in an admittedly perverted-sort of way, it would be amusing to steal Harry away from her! Well, maybe not steal... just borrow for a night or two now and again... borrow his handsomely fleshy young cock...
Yes, she would call Harry back within a couple of hours if he hadn't called by then... and maybe tonight... Absently, the young woman wondered if her sister had any inclination, any suspicions about her older sister's perverted desires and designs towards Harry Simon. But her pondering ceased at that moment when her eyes came to rest on the hairy creature eyeing her from across the yard.
It stood there, its long jaws hanging open, its pinkly glistening tongue hanging out one side over enormous white teeth, the ears on his great head standing erect. He paused for a moment near the thick grove of trees from which he had just emerged, tentatively studying the strange terrain and the lovely raven-haired creature who sat some distance away. His animal eyes gleamed in the morning light as they darted quickly from side to side, as if anxious to include every square inch in his thoughtful gaze.
My god! At first the young woman had frozen, petrified, thinking that the enormous beast who had suddenly appeared was a ravenously hungry wolf who would attack her at any moment. But then, she realized that that would be impossible. No wolves were around here... unless it had strayed up into the mountains from the plains of Carson City below.
Of course! He was a dog! A German shepherd, there were lots of them in Beverly Hills. She knew several actors who kept them more as watch dogs than as pets. Still, she realized, a German shepherd trained to kill could be a very dangerous animal and so she kept as still as she could although her entire naked body trembled with fear.
Then, she heard him whimper, plaintively, as if begging her to let him approach, as if showing her that he was not in the least dangerous. With hesitant, tentative steps he approached the naked young woman by the swimming pool, whimpering constantly, his tongue still dangling out from the side of his mouth. He was less than a yard away from her when he finally stopped, sat down and raised one hairy enormous paw pleadingly in the air, as if asking her to shake hands.
Those eyes! So wise, so sympathetic, so warm and without malice! And that pathetic whimpering!
Reaching out to stroke his head, the young woman crooned in a soft, loving voice, "Well, hi there, big boy. Did you come to go for a swim?" As the young woman lowered her lovely face towards her new-found friend, he sent his tongue forward to slurp happily at her cheeks. She laughed with an abandoned delight she hadn't known for a long time.
It was just then that Roger appeared beside her.
"Madam, Mr. Simon is on the phone. Will you take the call out here?"
"Yes, thanks, Roger. Bring the phone out here," she said, still smiling from the unsolicited affection she had just received from the strange, enormous beast, who had just wandered into her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Joan Simon sat on the balcony of their small summer cottage and studied the handsome features of her twenty-six year old husband. His dark eyes, coffee brown, gleamed in the mid-day sun as his long, lean fingers busily pecked away at the small portable typewriter he had brought with them to Lake Tahoe. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on some unknown problem while a half-smoked cigarette dangled from his full-lipped young mouth. His cotton shirt was unbuttoned half way down to reveal the masculine blond hairs curling provocatively on his chest and his long, slender legs were encased in a pair of tattered blue jeans, his muscular thighs seeming to bulge right through the well-worn seams. He had been commissioned by a national magazine to write an article on a famous Hollywood film star, a client of Donna's as circumstances would have it, and the notes from his interview were scattered all over the table next to his typewriter. Occasionally he would flutter the pages, tossing one away and scrambling in the messy pile for another. Harry was a good writer and he knew it. It had taken a while to gain recognition but he was well on his way.
Suddenly he had gotten up from his chair, stretched his weary arms, and walked into the house. When he emerged, a smile lit his face.
"I just talked to your sister," he proclaimed.
"Indeed? She's... feeling better?" his young wife asked with just a tinge of bitterness creeping into her words.
"Apparently so," he responded, confused by his wife's strange tone.
"Who was it this time, did she say?"
"Say, listen, why are you so hard on her all the time?" her husband questioned. "I mean, after all, she's done a lot for me, you know."
"Yes, I know," his wife replied apologetically. "Well, what did she have to say?"
"That she was sorry she couldn't see me before. And that I can come over tonight or tomorrow afternoon to talk to her about the picture deal she's trying to put together for my book."
"That you could come over... or that we could come over?" Joan asked cynically.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? She's your sister, after all!" Harry proclaimed, surprised at his beautiful young wife's nearly violent reaction.
"Yes, and it's just because she's my sister that I know what a bitch-on-wheels she can be.
And I don't want her messing around with you or messing up your career, darling," the fully blossomed young woman responded. Her hands clenched tightly around the drawing pens she held and her lips trembled as she spoke.
"Hey! What the hell... ? How can you ever think she'd make a pass at me, for God's sake!" her astounded, virile young husband asked.
"I know her well, darling," the voluptuously curved young woman answered, her eyes glaring with jealous anger. "And I've seen her in action a couple of times since we've been here. At Greg Maters' party, for example."
"Hey, listen, you don't know what happened that night! Maybe she just passed out in the bedroom... maybe she got sick... " Harry explained, gaping in helpless confusion at his curvaceous young wife whose fully formed breasts and silken-skinned thighs never failed to excite him whether they were nakedly exposed to his lascivious gaze or clothed behind a clinging shirt and tight-fitting pants as they were now. She sat perched provocatively on a stool, behind her drawing board, where she was working on some sketches for some new clothes she was designing for a boutique in Beverly Hills. God, he loved this woman! With a reckless and abandoned passion! If only... yes, if only...
"Look, I know she's my sister. But she's... well... rather promiscuous, to say the least. I'd always heard that about her when I was growing up back in Pennsylvania," the young woman said, her eyes now focused on some vague point in mid-air and her voice growing softer as her childhood memories flooded through her brain. "But, you know, I never believed it. Not then. I do now, of course. You can't deny what your eyes can see. But back then, I always thought... well... that she was somebody very special, you know? I mean, she was working in Hollywood with all those glamorous movie stars... it was almost as though she was a movie star herself!"
Harry moved to his wife with slow, deliberate steps and wrapped his long, almost bony arms around her shoulders tenderly. Gently he pulled her close to him as she continued to ramble among her memories, kissing the top of her head gently.
"That's why I wanted to come out here in the first place when we got married. I wanted to see for myself." Now a new harsh tone of bitterness crept into her voice. "And I've seen. Yes, indeed, I have seen for myself what a whore she can be!"
Harry suspected that she might be right, recalling their conversation just a few minutes before. Had she been deliberately propositioning him as she whispered huskily into the phone, "Well, Harry, you know you can come over any time... maybe tonight... alone. My sister and I haven't been getting along too well lately, so maybe you could just slip out and... "
Of course, Harry became flustered instantly, not knowing whether to take his enticing young sister-in-law seriously. "Well... I don't know... "
"Well, then, come by tomorrow. I... usually sunbathe in the nude... so you might knock before you come out by the pool. But then again, you might not!" Donna Morton had suggested provocatively.
"Sure, sure, I'll come by tomorrow," he stammered, his young cock jerking against his tight blue jeans as he slammed down the phone, perplexed and confused, wondering whether his luscious sister-in-law really meant to be that openly inviting to him.
If only Joan... no, it wasn't fair to compare the two sisters. They were two entirely separate people... and yet... they were so extraordinarily different. The older sister was obviously very experienced in the art and techniques of making mad and passionate love-and obviously enjoyed it, too. But Joanie, Joanie was a different story, that was for sure! Maybe if he began now, early in the day... maybe if he worked gradually and patiently he could sweep past those damned barriers before she knew what had happened... once she really learned to relax and enjoy it... she could be as hot and stimulating as her older sister, the young husband was sure of that.
Yes, he had to keep trying. She was his wife, after all. And, dammit, he loved her! He had never been so turned-on, so helplessly aroused by any other woman in his whole life! Every time he looked at her, every time he saw those ripely rounded ass-cheeks jiggle when she walked... every time he saw the nakedly smooth flesh of her cherry-topped breasts... every single time he ran his fingers through the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair...
God, he loved her so much! Just the thought of her nakedly fucking back young body sent shivers of excitement pulsing through his prick even now beneath his pants! Yes, he loved her and he knew she loved him with an equal fervor. And yet, invariably, she would never relax enough to really enjoy their sexual experiences together. Making love to her at first had been like making love to an iceberg! Gradually, over the past six months of their marriage, she had loosened up a little. In the past couple of nights, in fact, he had felt a distinct melting of her sexual reluctance. Her naked loins had trembled beneath his as the first thrills of real sexual excitement had rippled through her whole body, causing her breasts to quiver with lustful anticipation and her ruby-red nipples to grow firm and erect beneath her teasing fingers. Yes, there had been that revealing moisture seeping down between her smoothly slender thighs, too...
Harry knew that he had to be patient, very patient. But he didn't know how much longer he could safely confine his own steaming passions before they would erupt like a long-extinct volcano. He had suggested once that she seek professional help, but she had refused absolutely, saying with sincere honesty that she would try harder to relax and that if he would just be gentle and have patience...
But at this particular moment on this particular day, Harry Simon didn't much feel like a patient man. Quite the contrary, he felt like a brute animal who wanted to satisfy his own lustful cravings no matter what, who wanted to shoot out his hot scalding cum into the tender vagina of his sensuously-curved young wife and who wanted her to respond with equal fervor. But he tried to hold his rampaging passions in check as he gently rubbed his fingers in her long, curly blonde hair and said, "Hey, babe, how about a little wine?"
Joan swallowed hard, knowing what his tone suggested. But she forced a smile onto her face as she tenderly replied, "Sure, honey, why don't you go get some and we'll drink it out here in the sunlight?"
Harry grinned, a flush of promising arousal surging through his eager young loins. "Right. I'll go do that. Red or white?" he asked, skipping jauntily across the deck.
"Whatever. I don't care," Joan replied, trying to give her voice a relaxed, light tone.
The lovely young wife watched her handsome, lean young husband and her overpowering love for him seemed to melt into the pit of her stomach. She had determined several weeks before to try harder in bed... and she had succeeded to some degree. He was her whole life now and she wanted more than anything in the world to please him, to be the partner he both loved and desired. And she knew how important sex was to him, and how much their marriage depended on her being able to satisfy his needs in that respect.
And yet... that curious reluctance still clung to the back of her mind and impeded her own sexual performance noticeably. She was normal in every other respect, she thought to herself. She was certainly attractive and intelligent and perhaps even somewhat sexy as well, but all through her life she had carefully avoided sexual confrontations. She remembered a boy in high school... what was his name?... who had, one night at a neighbor-hood party, tried to sneak his hands up beneath her skirt, but she had instantly swept his hand away and run out of the room. The thought of losing her precious virginity to some panting high school senior in the back seat of his car was enough to keep every male she had ever known from getting to first base with her.
And then, when she first went away to college, she had been confronted with many girls-even her own roommate-who blatantly and happily slept with any boy they were even remotely attracted to. It was then she had begun to wonder about herself, about how and why she clung to this stubborn reluctance to have anything to do with sex. But it wasn't until after she had met Harry in her senior year of college that the truth of the matter had finally been exposed.
They had gone into the country for a hayride with several other couples. Harry had made the usual stabs at getting inside her panties too, but he had been different from the beginning. She was madly in love with him by the second date and when on their third or fourth date she had felt his anxious hand creeping up her smooth white thighs, she hadn't the heart to refuse him... but, at the same time, she hadn't the heart to succumb to his desires, either. She had simply broken down and cried. But that night of the hayride... she had consumed a lot of wine... probably too much... they were lying together among the trees, her head resting on his strong young chest... and then she felt his eager hands caressing the full-rounded slopes of her breasts over her sheer, thin blouse. Again, she had broken down in tears, torn between her growing desire and her uncontrollable fear of sex. It was then, as he tenderly kissed her tear-flooded cheeks, as he held her close to his warm young body, that she blurted out the whole story of her life to him. She told him then about the parents she had loved so dearly who had died and about the older sister who abandoned her to the care of her wretched old grandmother. It was her grandmother, she realized at that moment, who had constantly bombarded her with propaganda about the evilness and ugliness of sex, about how heartless men would try to get her pregnant and then abandon her to her fate. It was her grandmother who instilled in her an unconscious fear of the male in general, an unconscious and pervading mistrust of anybody in pants.
Harry had tried to console her that night, telling her that he could certainly wait until they were married. And that, in fact, he loved her all the more because of it! He tried to comfort her by saying that once they were married, he would tenderly and gently introduce her to the rapturous joys of sex, that she had nothing to be afraid of, that her fear or reluctance or whatever you wanted to call it would melt away beneath his gentle ministrations. And she had believed him, heart and soul, with a complete and unrestrained faith in his words and in him.
But they had been married for six months now... six long months and only now were the barriers beginning to break down. She had determined to do her wifely duty towards her handsome young husband... but it was extraordinarily difficult, especially at first. When she first saw the fully erect length of his heavily pulsing penis, she nearly fainted. She couldn't believe that he wanted to put that whole thing up inside her virginal womb! And there had been no pleasure at all the first time he had rammed that massive bulk of flesh between her helplessly spread legs and into her tightly clenching virginal vagina. Quite the contrary, all she had felt then was a searing pain ripping her vulnerable young body in two. Even now she cringed at the memory of her tight, unexplored vaginal tunnel being mercilessly stretched to accommodate his thickly throbbing girth and the unbelievably excruciating pain that followed.
She had actually hated him at that moment, his nakedly sweating body poised above hers, his strong young hips lurching forward while his warm kisses and tender caresses tried to console her for the pain he knew he was about to inflict on her helplessly naked, voluptuous young body. No, she would never forget the painful feeling of that enormous rubbery cock-head bursting into the tiny, defenseless mouth of her hitherto unviolated vagina.
"Owwwww! Oh, Harry, stop! God, please stop! You're killing me, Harry," she had pleaded, squirming and cringing and crying-and shocked when he refused to pull his plunging cock out of her tightly resisting vaginal cavern!
"Hey... relax... just relax, don't try to fight me, baby... ease up... relax and it won't hurt so much," he groaned, his hot, wet mouth dropping down onto her tremulously quivering breasts as he flicked his hips forward, the pulsing rod of hardened flesh working its way up farther and farther into her, splitting her vaginal walls with an excruciating wrench of agonized hurt that, seconds later when her breath returned to her throat, resulted in a howling cry of unmitigated pain.
"Owwwwww! God, Harry! Oh, please, please! I can't stand it, Harry. For god's sake... "
But he hadn't heard her, his lips passionately working at the reluctantly erect nipples atop her trembling breasts, the desire-swollen tip of his heavily thrusting penis throbbing inside the painfully stretched mouth of her soft young pussy flesh until another maddening wail screamed out from the back of her throat.
"Hey... baby... it's okay, everything's gonna be fine... just relax... believe me relax," her young husband had gasped. "Hey, babe, you know I love you... don't want to hurt you... just take it easy, okay?"
But she couldn't take it easy, not with that horridly pulsing shaft of flesh buried deep inside her pain-wracked vagina. Inch by inch she could feel the lust-driven piston ramming deeper and deeper until its heated thickness was pounding heavily around in her belly, and then when it flexed without mercy in there a new wave of scorching pain swept through her already ravaged body like an electric current. And then the incessant plunging and fucking had begun, in and out, in and out of her now lubricated vaginal tunnel, while Joan flailed her head from side to side and begged soundlessly for relief from this unbearable pain and misery.
"Spread your legs, baby! Spread them wider," he had cried, abruptly dropping his lean, naked young body on top of hers and fucking in and out of her cringing vagina like a madman, pushing aside the smooth, moistened walls of her vagina with cunt-splitting abandon. It seemed like hours later but it was probably only a matter of seconds when his hips thrust forward with all the strength of his young body, fucking his mercilessly spearing cock all the way up inside to meet her cervix... and then she could feel his thick, scalding cum gushing like a river in flood into her now slackly unresisting vagina.
It was only in that instant, as his hot liquid semen spilled into her warmly waiting womb that the young wife began to feel the very first glimmerings of sexual desire. The pain was still there but greatly diminished... somehow it had melted unobserved into some totally different sensation... some strange sensation that she had never known before now invaded her seeping vagina and she ground her hips around in uncontrollable little sexual undulations...
That first traumatic encounter had retarded her ability to enjoy her sexual adventures with her handsome young husband for several months. It was, in fact, only in the past couple of weeks that that same strangely intoxicating sensation had once again surged through her unsuspecting loins, infusing her entire body with a new-found fire of thrilling pleasure. And then, last night...
Last night she had almost made it. Last night she had become violently aroused, poised on the brink of a fabulous, incredible sexual explosion. Her breasts nakedly tingled with sensational arousal, her tiny nipples stood proudly erect and throbbing, her cuntal walls grasped tightly around Harry's massively fucking cock, and her legs flew out to wrap themselves high up around his back of their own accord. Fiery chills raced through her entire tremulous body as she writhed and undulated and rocked beneath her naked young husband... the animal in her had begun at last to dominate her reluctant mind... heated desires that she had never even imagined before scorched her loins and nearly drove her wild...
And then, Harry had cum. His hot viscous liquid had poured relentlessly into her nakedly aroused young cunt and then it was all over. Limp and deflated, he had slipped it out with a wet little sluicing noise while her own naked body continued to struggle desperately to break the barrier, to finally achieve the ultimate and sublime sexual cum that it had been building towards during all of their passionate encounter.
But she was left unfulfilled, helplessly aroused and hopelessly excited. Harry had suggested licking her cunt with his tongue then to carry her over the brink and let her cum. too, but that was something new to the young bride and therefore something fearful. He had begged her, in fact, to let him send his tongue spearing in between her passion-drenched pussy lips, but she had refused.
Afterwards, words of apology and regret flew out of his mouth faster than she could catch them. He had been so loving, so tender, so gently compassionate for the rest of the night, massaging her weary, ravaged body with uncommon tenderness until finally she had relaxed enough to go to sleep.
And now... now... this afternoon, he clearly wanted to try again. Yes, if he were gentle enough... tender enough... if he could only have the stamina and patience to hold off on his own orgasm until she could achieve her own... yes, if only...
* * *
Donna Morton carefully put down her glass of scotch and murmured to her new-found canine friend, "Come on, fellow, don't be afraid. Come on, nobody's going to hurt you, big boy!"
When Roger had brought the phone out to her, the dog had backed away, leery, she supposed, of strangers and especially of tall, unemotional men like Roger. After hanging up with Harry, it had taken her nearly ten minutes to coax the brute back to her. Inch by tantalizing inch he had crept back, whimpering, his mouth still hanging open and that pinkly glistening tongue flapping as he panted and whimpered, he ears standing at attention as if to catch every nuance of the young woman's seductive voice. Finally he was once again sitting by her feet, his long nose sniffing at her heavily perfumed flesh and, no doubt, wondering what this enticing young animal could possibly be!
"My, you are certainly a handsome fellow, aren't you?" she mused, wrapping her small, slender hands around his bulky head, caressing it and massaging the thickness of his neck, with gentle, tender strokes. Soon he fell down to a lying position and rolled over, inviting her with renewed whimperings to caress his barrel chest and comparatively hairless stomach.
"Handsome, indeed. But who do you belong to? You have no collar, you know. I wonder... where could you have come from? Whoever you belong to ought to take better care of you, letting you roam off with no identification at all!"
With that he nuzzled his nose against her feet, then sent his long tongue out to lick teasingly at the bottoms of her naked feet. Instantly the young woman began to laugh and pulled her feet away. "Hey, that tickles, you brute!" Jumping to her feet and wrapping her nakedly sweating body in the flimsy, see-through summer robe which Roger had brought out unsolicited when he had carried out the telephone, the strikingly beautiful young woman once again surveyed her handsome, new-found friend who had appeared almost miraculously out of nowhere with a mute, undeniable affection and companionship which, at that moment, she sorely needed.
As she stepped back, he jumped playfully towards her, the full heavy weight of his massive body nearly knocking her over. "Hey, take it easy, Tarzan! You're stronger than you realize my handsome young friend!" she cried.
"Yes, I think I'll call you Tarzan. And I also think you're going to stay right here with me, dammit! Why not? Whoever you belong to can't care very much about you if they haven't even gotten you a name tag, for Christ's sake!" the voluptuous, raven-haired beauty declared with deliberate determination. "Come on, I'll bet you're hungry, aren't you, big boy?"
With undisguised delight in her opal-blue eyes, Donna Morton watched as the enormous, majestic animal loped along beside her, his warm brown eyes glowingly gazing up at her, his great jaws still hanging open to allow the full wet length of his tongue to waggle as he trotted beside her. Now and again he brushed his huge head against the soft skin of her fleshy thighs, his tongue licking tenderly at the sweat-drenched skin, as she reached down to pat his head.
The bulky German shepherd followed obediently by the side of this strange-smelling young stranger. His first master and mistress had been kind and gentle with him... and although this strange creature bore a mild resemblance to that other woman, there was, at the same time, a distinct difference which he couldn't quite comprehend. But then, his second master had been a brutal and unforgiving soul who had wanted him simply as a watch dog and who had kept him chained to a tree in the front yard or caged inside a short dog run. No, he hadn't liked him at all and today, just this afternoon, he had managed to break the chain which held him to the tree when nobody was home. Without hesitation and without looking back, the husky beast had scampered off to enjoy his intoxicating new freedom.
This strange, dark-haired young woman seemed to like him; yes, there was a certain pleasing, warm tone to her voice whenever she addressed him and he could feel a definite sense of affection whenever she touched him. And now, he didn't know where she was leading him, but he felt a distinct and instinctive trust for this sweetly fragrant young creature.
And then he saw it! He hardly noticed the stiff, tall man who had earlier come out by the pool and from whom he had then instinctively withdrawn. No, what caught his eyes now was the bowl-full of rich, raw red meat, more than he had ever seen before in one place in his whole life! The ebony-haired young beauty was motioning to him, beckoning him to come and eat all that deliciously displayed meat! With a hungry, drooling mouth he attacked his first good meal in several days.
"While he's eating, I think I'll go shower and change," Donna proclaimed to Roger. "Give him a bowl of water when he's finished, will you, Roger?"
"Certainly, Madam," he replied coolly.
A vivacious, smiling, gay Donna Morton reappeared in the kitchen doorway about fifteen minutes later. Tarzan sat contentedly licking his chops, glancing back and forth between his new mistress and the rigid, composed figure of Roger as if studying them intently. He wanted to please his lovely new friend and so he waited patiently for her next command.
"He ate it all, I see," she said, obviously proud of his hearty appetite.
"Indeed, Madam. And he drank all of the water I gave him as well," Roger replied.
"Good. Well, from now on be sure to keep plenty of meat in the house for him. Now, Tarzan and I are going for a little walk, so we can get better acquainted," she declared happily.
"You are going to keep him, Madam?" the butler asked incredulously.
"Indeed I am, Roger. Now, if anyone calls, I'll be back in a couple of hours. Then I'll be home to anyone who wants me, client or friend. Got that, Roger?"
"Yes, Madam. I understand perfectly."
"Good," the young woman exclaimed. Then, clapping her hands together, she called, "Come on, Tarzan. Let's get out of here!" Donna Morton fairly skipped across her yard and into the densely forested grove of trees behind her large, palatial house. Pausing occasionally to gently fondle Tarzan's head, moved to deep affection by the warm glowing in his big brown eyes, she walked among the trees towards her favorite spot, the secluded mountainside pond where she often went to ponder especially important decisions, or where she rambled to in order to console herself for the man she had just lost or had just purposefully given up. Its peacefully, tranquil setting never failed to infuse her with new energy, with a new and invigorating spirit of the pleasure one can get out of this life if only one knows where to find it and how to enjoy it to its utmost.
And now, now she was accompanied by a new and obedient friend, one who she knew would be loyal and trustworthy and completely obedient...
CHAPTER THREE
It was nearly half an hour later when the curvaceous dark-haired young woman reached her determined destination, a half-mile long small lake buried deep within the mountainside forest. The bright, cool water glimmering enticingly in the warm summer sun and the forest fragrances swam all around her as she stepped to the edge of the lake with her German shepherd. It was one of those crystal clear summer days when the comforting mountain breezes brushed against one's cheek while the sun burned it at the same time. Donna Morton felt an unfamiliar sense of peace and serenity, knowing that the warmly affectionate companion who had just entered her life would not soon leave her alone and neglected as so many men had done in her short, but pleasure-packed life.
God, he's such a handsome animal! And the way he looks at me! I could just melt! God, I almost wish he could talk! What lovely, sweet things he would say to me!
Delighted with both the clear, crisp day and the mute affection of Tarzan, Donna stood up and stretched her long slender arms out as wide as they would go, heaving her voluptuous chest forward with a great, contented sigh. Then she carefully removed her halter blouse, her short-shorts and her lacy bikini panties to greet the day as the nakedly-alive young woman that she was. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her arms around the German shepherd's neck and crooned softly into his erect ear.
"Ah, Tarzan, isn't it a gorgeous day? Isn't it just splendid? And aren't I the luckiest girl in the world to have found a fellow as handsome and kind as you?" Then, she kissed him between those enormous black eyes, his cool, wet nose brushing against the deep crevice between her large, sensuously swaying breasts. Instinctively, the great dog sent his tongue out to lick at the firmly rounded flesh, warmly caressing her smooth skin, sending a shiver of chilling pleasure up her naked back.
"Damn you," she cried, "and here I thought I could trust you!" Leaning back, holding the massive head between her small hands, the young woman let out a roaring, heartfelt laugh that rippled through her body like a tidal wave.
The young dog had never known anything like this, never known the sweet taste of a naked human body before. Again the pungent aroma of her expensive perfume attacked his keen sense of smell and that, coupled with the heated presence of her naked body so close to him, sent strange and unfamiliar sensations through Tarzan's animal loins. He didn't quite know what to make of these foreign sensations, but he knew that he loved the sight, smell and taste of this creature's inviting nakedness. No, he had definitely never known anything like this before, even when his other mistress cuddled and caressed him. This raven-haired creature was pleasing to every one of his senses, to his sight and smell and taste and even to his touch. But what was causing those unusual sensations down there beneath his belly? Well, no matter this all-knowing, tender young creature would soon make them go away!
Donna saw the question in his eyes, but was busy at that moment with new and deliciously wicked thoughts that were madly scrambled in her brain. He was only a dog, after all... but what a dog! Yes, he was now her affectionate and obedient companion... and... and...
The beautifully curved young woman refused to acknowledge the sinful and depraved thoughts that had now clearly taken form in her brain. Stealing her mind against the lust-incited ideas that now invaded the serenity of her mind, she plunged into the cool lake water and splashed happily about, flailing her arms about as she romped nakedly in the refreshing mountainside lake.
"Come on in, the water's fine," she called to Tarzan. "Come on! You're not afraid are you, big boy?" she called encouragingly to Tarzan. She laughed out loud as she watched him hesitantly inch closer and closer to the water's edge, bowing his massive head, his ears flat back against his bulky skull. Donna merely giggled at his trepidations and urged him forward until one tentative paw slipped into the clear blue water. She splashed over to the edge of the lake and grabbed onto that paw now, pulling him gradually into the water with her and playing with him there like a child with a new toy.
After what seemed like a long time to the deliriously excited young woman, she and her trustworthy companion slipped out of the water into the crisp afternoon air. The warm summer sun seemed to melt into her nakedly exposed breasts as she lay on her back, arms spread wide, basking in the warmth of the day and the affection of Tarzan.
Suddenly, she felt his tongue once again licking at her naked skin, this time over her taut, tanned belly just above her wetly glistening pubic mound. Reaching up to fend him off, she suddenly realized that he had moved his body around so that her hand grabbed unintentionally onto his pendulous animal balls! He whimpered and she looked up at him to see the tapered tip of his scarlet cock emerging slowly from its concealing sheath of skin and her breath caught in her throat as she watched its full length slip out while her hands seemed paralyzed, clasping onto his smooth animal scrotum.
Suddenly, the huge beast whimpered and Donna realized that she had unwillingly teased him and goaded him into rampant arousal. And then, before she realized what she was doing, she found her hand gently stroking the slippery pink length of his hardening animal penis, so long and thick and inviting before her eyes... he was only an animal... and yet insane vibrations electrified her entire naked body... yes, he was only a dog... a huge, hairy dog...
The aroused young woman struggled to overcome the rampaging sensations of lust that now threatened to overwhelm her better judgment. She kept repeating over and over again to herself that she had to calm down, that she had to control her own animalistic instincts, that she had to push the filthy, perverted thoughts of lust from her reeling mind! With a determined wrench, the young naked woman pulled her hand away and let out a great sigh of relief.
"Whew!" she cried. "You really know how to turn a girl on, don't you, Tarzan?" She smiled sweetly up at his luminous black eyes as her smoothly gleaming breasts quivered on her heaving, panting chest.
It was then that Tarzan kissed his new mistress. Suddenly, as she was staring into those great limpid eyes, his warm, moist tongue darted out of his mouth and brushed against her lust-flushed cheeks. Donna was startled, and the loving wet kiss of the German shepherd sent a new and vivid sensation fluttering all the way through her. She grasped his enormous head between her small hands, stared once more into those big black eyes, and studied the love-stricken gaze in them. Yes, he had kissed her, actually kissed her-that fervently affectionate look in his eyes told the whole story!
Slowly, the voluptuous young girl leaned forward until her face was again only inches from the long nose and mouth of her new-found companion and then, still holding his face in her small hands, she parted her wetly glistening lips with her tiny pink tongue and let that tongue reach out for his. Immediately his longer one gently licked out and its rough surface scraped against the tip of her fiery, desire-smoldering tongue, sending spasms of incredible pleasure rippling through every fiber of her young being.
Donna was dumbfounded. His kiss was, in a secret and forbidden way, more exciting, more intoxicating, more passionately arousing than any human kiss she had ever known in her elaborate love-making career. Again, he flicked his long wet tongue out to meet hers and before many more moments had passed she was exchanging feverish, tonguing caresses with the wolf-like German shepherd and she heard him whimpering, almost pleadingly, as his tongue continued its erotic work. She had never felt more wildly provocative sensations of desire than those now coursing up between her unconsciously parted legs and into the very deepest depths of her lustfully churning belly!
The young woman's own breaths came in panting gasps now as she rolled over onto the soft, leaf-covered ground and rolled nakedly around over it. She lay still finally, on her back, her long shapely legs spread partially open, her fingertips racing upward over the taut white smoothness of her belly to the sensuously swollen mounds of her ripely mature breasts. They found the tiny pink buds of her marble-hardened nipples and fondled them with tenderness while her desire-crazed eyes studied the face and form of the massive animal moving closer and closer to her with its every halting step.
Tarzan felt somewhat perplexed, not quite sure how to identify the strange and unusual new emotions stirring within his torrid groin, not quite sure how to react to the lust smoldering in his mistress' eyes. All he knew was that his heart was about to pound right out of his chest at the sight of the young woman's nakedly displayed body surrounded by soft green leaves as it lay stretched out on the ground before his hungry eyes!
Donna lay there mesmerized by the greedy stare of her animal lover creeping up towards the smooth fleshy whiteness of her wantonly spread thighs. God, it's not too late! I can still stop him... stop myself! It doesn't have to happen to me... not like this...
It was just as the young woman was trying to convince herself to give up this depraved conduct when the huge dog finally reached her trembling body and sent out his long pink tongue to lick roughly over the satin-smoothness of her trembling belly. Then, it was, indeed, too late. Again she felt the wicked spark of delight as his wetly curling length of tongue licked upward, higher and higher, slowly approaching the firmly rounded mounds of her rose-tipped breasts. Finally his tongue drew softly over the undersides of the voluptuous twin tits, its rough tip brushing against her passion-bursting nipples sending a fire of crazed erotic desire sweeping through her craving cunt.
"You're not a dog-you're a beautiful, beautiful, tiger!" she groaned aloud as his eagerly working tongue caressed wetly at the pinkly throbbing tips of her nipples again and again, sending still more sparks of sublime arousal through her nakedly displayed body.
Her mind now was nothing but a hazy muddle of lewdly rising passion and hotly flicking sensations as his tongue-tip scorched roughly against her tremoring breasts. Again she heard the great beast whimper pleadingly from the base of his throat and her eyes now fixed on that great spearing tongue busy at its erotic work around the erotically heaving mounds. At that moment he raised his eyes to meet hers, as if asking for approval, their candent glow burning with incredible depths of affection. She waited and watched, afraid to encourage him or herself, until his long pink tongue began to move upward again... upward... higher still until it licked her own wetly glistening lips.
Boiling animal blood pounded mercilessly through Tarzan's massive bulk as once again he tasted the sweet aroma of female nakedness, her body heat seeming to scorch his anxious tongue with hotly pulsing desire. Instinctively, his own tongue stretched out to meet hers as it came darting out of her passion-parted lips, licking and tasting its human female sweetness while faint moaning sounds poured out around it. He saw that now her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath him, her body hotly quivering in response to his own tonguing caresses and the new sensations of arousal that swept through his body were like none he had ever experienced before. Now there was a throbbing burning sensation in his own cum-laden testicles and the pain nearly drove him wild... what could he do? How could he stop this aching burning in his balls? Slowly, almost reluctantly, he began to back away...
When his tonguing kisses stopped abruptly, the young woman opened her eyes to see the massive animal moving cautiously away... no, he couldn't leave her! Not like this! But she need not have feared, for now she saw his bulky head moving down between her lusciously parted thighs! Her own breathing came now in panting spurts as she wantonly spread them further apart for him as if to greet him to that secret, enchanting place between her legs! The nakedly inflamed beauty watched as Tarzan poised his head above her passion-seeping cunt and wondered whether or not he would really... really... would he actually lick her... there?
"Go on, Tarzan," she murmured. "That's a good boy... don't be afraid," she moaned, now succumbing completely and irrevocably to her own dazed, crazed, unquenchable desires. With almost torturing slowness the animal lowered his head until his cool wet nose brushed against the hotly quivering flesh of her inner thighs... higher then among the heated smooth skin... and finally, against the hair-fringed lips of her eagerly yearning pussy slit! She heard him whimper and then sniff at this strange-smelling, intoxicating new phenomena and she waited in tortured, silence.
Finally, she could wait no longer. "It's okay, big boy. Don't be a-afraid, baby. M-Mamma wants you to lick her... there... oh, god, how she wants you to do that!" the young woman groaned pathetically. Then, a sudden gasp surged out of her throat when she felt the first contact of his moistly sniffing nose grazing wetly against the tiny pink tit of her clitoris.
"Aaaauuugh! God, oh lover, oh my god!" she moaned the moment she felt his rough-skinned tongue snake up between her wide-spread thighs and lick up and down the smooth fleshed valley surrounding her cuntal crevice, the tips tentatively exploring every minute inch of the soft, furry canyon.
Nothing mattered now to the dark-haired beauty except the luridly erotic sensations sweeping through her nakedly aroused young body. A delectable shiver rippled through her tremulous breasts and down to her hotly yearning cunt as the dog's tongue teased its way up from her tiny puckered anus back to the rose-hued pussy lips and over the erectly throbbing tip of her straining clitoris. Time and time again he slithered his erotically licking tongue up through the sensuously, undulating canyon. Donna, groaning ceaselessly now, spread her whitely trembling thighs still wider until finally the hotly flicking tongue flicked up in between her desire-moistened pussy lips and curled upward into the sizzling cunt-flesh, lunging in a wildly deep curl far up into the clutching heat of her hungrily craving cunt-walls. The young woman could do nothing but moan and groan and simper in the heretofore unknown ecstasy produced by his expert oral loving in her passion-drenched pussy depths.
It seemed like it would never stop, those curly lashings of his hotly licking tongue in the pinkly seething flesh of her feverishly hungering cuntal passage. On and on and on it went until Donna Morton reached the first of many orgasms, exploding and swirling through her uncontrollably writhing body like a fierce tornado. It burst out in the innermost depths of her screaming loins and belly then travelled up through her licentiously shivering breasts until finally the violent storm had travelled the entire distance from her black-haired head to the very farthest tips of her fingers and toes. Afterwards, she lay panting and still for a brief moment.
"Oh my god, lover! What a beautiful cunt-licker you are!" she cried as once again she felt the rough-skinned tongue of her animal lover like a burning firebrand up inside the feverishly clutching channel of her fire-filled vaginal passage. She watched with quivering thrills as the soft, sensuous curves of her nakedly displayed flesh rippled and squirmed beneath his incredible, expert cunt-licking and she suddenly wished she had a cock, an enormous, blood-bloated, hotly pulsing cock to stuff into her hungrily salivating mouth that she could suck and suck and suck until it spilled every ounce of scalding white cum that it could produce out into her eagerly milking mouth!
"Damn you, lover... oh yes, lick it... lick it all up... oh what a delicious cunt-lover you are... yes, more... farther... deeper... oh my big brutal lover!" the young woman moaned, lifting her feverishly simmering loins and ass-cheeks higher and higher to take in all of the curly-hot length of the German shepherd's tongue in her lust-drenched cuntal walls. "Oh, yes... yes... god, yes! Oh, deeper... more... deeper... oh your mamma loves you, big boy... and you know how to love her!"
With uncontrollable urgency, she reached down and once again grasped his enormous furry head to push his long nose even tighter against her hotly throbbing pussy flesh, wanting to take his fire-flicking tongue into the very depths of her warmly seeping hole until it could reach no further. They were whimpering in unison now, the hungrily licking animal lover and his tempestuously writhing human mistress.
God, what I wouldn't do for a nakedly cumming cock fucking into my mouth!
The German shepherd felt a heavy throbbing pounding with unfamiliar urgency through his loins as he licked the sweetly fragrant female juices from his mistress' hotly flowing vaginal hole. It was unlike any sensation he had ever felt before, even with a bitch of his own breed, and what's more, he had never known this intensity of affection for any other human master or mistress. The fierceness of his desire for her surprised him and left him somewhat confused as his wetly flicking tongue continued its erotically stimulating teasing of her heatedly seeping vaginal tunnel.
Donna Morton was writhing in a fervent, intense ecstasy and was oblivious to everything in the world except the hotly curling tongue sunk deep inside her wetly clenching cunt that was about to drive her over the brink yet again for another mind-shattering, body-wrenching orgasm. Her head flailed from side to side and her eyes clenched tightly closed as the rising tide of passion swept through her heatedly churning cunt and rippled over her ripely rounded breasts until she thought she would explode into a hundred-thousand tiny fragments of fire-filled lust.
It was when she finally opened her eyes that she saw it. She had been begging, praying, craving for a massively thick, lust-hardened cock to suck and now she saw one. Her sultry eyes flew open as they caught their first sight of the obscenely glistening scarlet cock emerging from its long, hair-covered sheath... wet and hard and long... slipping and dancing rhythmically beneath his belly as it continued to slide erotically out of his fleshy sheath.
"Lover! Oh my god, you big, beautiful beast," Donna cried out loud! No cock in the world, human or animal, had ever looked more inviting, more appealing to the raven-haired young woman... it looked so long... so deliciously thick... different at its tip than a man's... but, therefore, all the more lust-arousing! Donna stared at its wetly glistening length for a long moment, watching it grow in hardness, the depravity of her thoughts never infringing on her lust-crazed passions, on her greedy hunger for that emerging hot length of animal flesh. But how to get it... how to convince the lust-driven animal to let her take his hot hard length in her ravenously thirsting mouth?
The passion-crazed young woman lifted her head and cried, "Oh, lover! Ooooooh! Darling, you're driving mamma absolutely out of her fucking mind!" Reaching down, her hand grasped his huge head that was still nuzzled between her widespread thighs and her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, watching his wetly working tongue lash out between the hair-fringed lips of her hotly steaming pussy flesh. Her own inner smooth-walled pussy flesh gleamed up before he lust-glazed eyes as his rough-skinned tongue tantalized her almost beyond endurance while her naked, nipple-crested breasts quivered sensuously and her breath came in short panting bursts from her open mouth. With her hands she tried to guide her animal lover into a lying position while she crooned sweetly into his ear.
"Tarzan... baby... lie down... come on, big boy... do it for mamma... let me taste your sweetness like you're tasting mine." Her voice was a raspy groan as she begged and pleaded and coaxed the massive animal into the desired position. "Don't be afraid... I'll leave my pussy where you can lick it, lover... come on, lie down... like a good boy... for mamma... mamma wants to suck your gorgeous cock... Tarzan... lie down... roll over... you big, beautiful cunt-licker!"
The young woman's mind raced in reckless delirium as she cautiously eased her nakedness forward, trying desperately not to frighten or upset her delicious animal-lover. She whispered in gentle tones, still clasping his bulky head between her small, slender-fingered hands, into his erect ears, her eyes all the while fixed on the crimson length of hotly hardening flesh beneath his belly...
The German Shepard watched his mistress with unconcealed confusion. He wasn't quite sure what she wanted of him, but he felt distinctly comforted by her soft, cooing sounds, by the gentle pressure of her tiny hands and then finally he understood. Still perplexed, he obeyed and lay down on the soft leaf-covered ground.
"That's it, lover... oh, you're such a good boy... yes... oh yes," she continued to croon hotly into his ear as he whimpered pleadingly, desperately, the burning ache in his loins growing stronger with every passing moment. "Oh, yes... mamma's gonna make it better... mamma's going to take good care of her big beautiful lover-boy... " In a mindless and reckless excitement Donna Morton crawled around to position herself so that her wetly glistening lips were only inches away from the scarlet throbbing pole of animal flesh and her own lust-moistened cuntal lips were only inches away from his cool wet nose, her legs spread obscenely wide in inviting welcome to his animal-lashing tongue.
The very forbidden nature of the depraved act she was about to perform on an animal of another species sent new charges of lust-fired explosions through the desire-crazed girl's brain and drove her nearly out of her mind with salacious, tremulous desire. Gently, she undulated her hips towards the long animal nose and the pinkly moist tongue as she spread her smoothly shimmering thighs still wider in breathless anticipation of his lewdly erotic tongue-lashings and with both hands she guided his head gently in towards the feverishly burning flesh of her seething pussy. His tongue did not hesitate but immediately renewed its hotly palpitating work in the steaming crevice between her wantonly spread thighs like a scorching liquid flame. Then her hands reached down to tenderly fondle the pendulous, cum-filled fullness of his animal balls.
Tarzan was still confused but the pleasure-filled fondling by his fragrantly sweet young mistress caused vivid and vibrant sensations to swirl through his loins-sensations that he had never felt before but knew he would want to feel again. Her finger tips seemed to breath fire as he felt them delicately moving over his own swollen, passion-pounding loins, their tender touch causing his whole body to tremble with new-found arousal. It was all he could do to keep from flying off the ground like a coiled spring but with true dog-like devotion he lay there licking the hot sweetness of the thin-lipped crevice between the softness of her fleshy thighs and enjoyed the sweet fragrance of her womanhood that assaulted his sensitive nose.
Donna Morton lay staring open-mouthed, her parted lips glistening with lust-aroused moisture, still carefully fondling and caressing his aching, burning, sperm-filled animal balls while his thick, incessant tongue crawled over the frantically throbbing bud of her anxious clitoris. With a gentle caution, she moved her hands over the thickening hardness of his redly glistening penis and guided it gently towards her lust-parted, wetly moistened lips until... its fiery tip actually touched them!
Wildly and anxiously aroused even beyond her own vivid expectations, the young woman felt the cum in her cunt ready to be unleashed into a violent and soul-shattering explosion of atomic proportions... but she held back. First, first she had to have that scarlet-tipped, hotly pulsing cock inside her eagerly salivating lips, to suck and lick and tease and torment it into fire-filled orgasm inside her greedily sucking mouth. She ovaled her lust-moistened lips tightly around the slenderly tapered tip of the scarlet animal penis, easing if further and further up into the hot damp confines of her impatiently waiting mouth. It moved slowly, relentless, hotly along her own smooth tongue until she felt it slide against the very back of her throat and it was then that she began to tease erotically with her eagerly responding tongue. Her desire-fogged brain was thoroughly drowned with the lust-incited intoxication of her lewdly perverted actions as she tasted the thickly throbbing length of his raw, smooth animal flesh in her warmly willing young mouth. It was so hot... so hard... so dangerously exciting... so swollen with animalistic desire...
Through the clamor in her mind she vaguely heard her animal lover whimper as he continued his loving licking of her desire-inflamed pussy and with renewed fervor she began to suck and lick tantalizingly back with her own tongue, sending it roaming around his hotly thickened cock to try to give him back all of the sublimely erotic pleasure he was giving her. She felt his powerful canine body responding to her lewdly exciting tongue-caressing, his loins beginning to undulate and press forward to penetrate even more deeply into the warm moist softness of her mouth-flesh. Again she reached out to cup his cum-filled animal balls, teasing them gently with her fire-filled finger tips and he whimpered pleadingly again as his loins began a slow, fucking motion up into the tightly clasped oval of her lust-incited lips.
Donna groaned, moaned and cried out around the hotly pumping rod of dog-flesh that speared with a new frantic frenzy into her warmly sucking mouth, her mind reeling with torturous pleasure, her body rocking rhythmic-ally against his lashing, licking tongue. Meanwhile, the smooth coned length of his blood-filled cock-flesh fucked in and out of her eagerly working mouth as her teeth gently nipped and scraped against the smoothly fucking flesh and her sensuously moistened tongue teased tiny circles around his pulsating animal hardness, both mistress and animal lost in the licentious thrills of their mutual, mind-bending love-making. God, it tastes so good! Like heaven sliding in and out of my hungry mouth! Oh, how I want it-all of it, hot and hard and heavy in my mouth!
With his hardened cock-flesh viciously plunging in and out of his mistress' mouth, the great German shepherd felt as if he would explode! He had never known anything like this before in his young life, never tasted the sweet aroma of human female cunt seething around his own relentlessly impaling tongue, never known the aching, burning passion surging through his loins as his rigidly erect cock-flesh fucked in and out of her warm, willingly sucking mouth! He whined and whimpered in response to those sensations which were causing wave after wave of a fire-driven pressure to swirl deep in the innermost depths of his rocking, pumping loins, knowing instinctively that soon the fire would burst into roaring flames and rip out of his desire-driven body.
Donna had never sucked on a human cock as viciously, as wantonly, with such forbidden enchantment as she sucked on his spearing rod of animal cock and her voluptuously curved body rocked with a fervent intensity as she worked slavishly at the dog's hugely hardened cock. Her entire naked body was like a glowing furnace, fired with flames of forbidden passion, her own erotic desires scalding and scorching her insatiable cuntal flesh as she clutched at the dog's enormously swollen canine balls and began to milkingly caress their pendulous fullness.
A sharp yelp escaped from Tarzan's mouth, from the back of his lust-inflamed throat, as his muscular flanks began to hump furiously, driving his thickly throbbing dog-cock deep down into the back of the young woman's eagerly milking throat, his sudden, brutal lurch triggering new animalistic sparks of desire that ignited Donna's loins to a new and fevered response. The lurid sensations of unrepentant joy swirling within her lust-seared, passion-drenched cunt caused her to moan out loud around his vigorously mouth fucking cock. With a renewed frantic intensity she sucked and licked wildly around the massively thick pulsing shaft of flesh until all of a sudden, it began to spasm and erupt out like a thousand-megaton bomb, spewing thick sweet gushes of scalding cum into her wildly swallowing throat.
It wasn't until she tasted the bittersweet pungency of his hotly pouring animal cum that Donna felt her own explosion beginning to surge through her loins. Her mouth sucked and sucked with desire-crazed passion to milk out every last droplet of his precious, loving juices as her own body convulsed with a wrenching spasm as if shocked by a thousand watts of electric voltage. Her legs locked tentacle-like up around his massive head as her loins heaved and spun up into the air, a cataclysmic shock-wave tremoring through her body like an earthquake, ravaging every nerve-ending in its relentless path.
It was several hours and as many orgasms later when young, dark-haired Donna Morton stumbled to her feet and picked up her discarded clothing from the ground. Her knees felt weak, her stomach an empty, hollow pit, and her mind was dazzled by the spectacular fiery climaxes she had enjoyed that afternoon. Her eyes went immediately to her animal-lover, standing obediently by her side awaiting her next command, his liquid-like black eyes staring up at her with undisguised devotion. Her hands went down to once again take his enormous face between them and she nuzzled his cool wet nose against her own burning, passion-flushed cheeks.
"You're a good boy," the young woman murmured. "The best, in fact. Come on, now, let's go on home. All this beautiful sucking, you brute, has made me ravenously hungry!"
Tarzan was pleased by her loving smile, pleased by the warm touch of her small hands, pleased to have given his new mistress all the pleasure she had asked for. Yes, theirs would be a beautiful friendship...
CHAPTER FOUR
Harry Simon emerged from the summer cottage with a tall decanter of sparkling red wine and two wine glasses in his hands, a hopeful smile on his handsome young face. He had a strong intuition deep in the pit of his stomach that this might, just might be the day when his lovely, curvaceous young wife's inhibitions would finally disappear, leaving her a lust-ravished, highly sexually alive young woman. He stopped for a brief moment and studied the smoothly curving contour of her long back, which was facing him, and the satiny-smooth skin of her naked arms. Once again the thought crossed his already fevered mind that this delectable young woman was so unlike her voluptuously attractive, sensual sister, whose sexual exploits were practically world-famous! Yet Joanie was only aroused after vigorous and extensive preliminary fondling and caressing and kissing... and even then, it was a rare phenomena for her to actually achieve an orgasm.
And the way she talked about her sister!
Jesus, you'd think Donna was her worst enemy! Well... maybe she was! Maybe Joanie was jealous of Donna's free-wheeling attitude towards sex! Maybe she was jealous of all the men who were constantly hanging around her tantalizing older sister, wanting her with a passion-crazed desire that glimmered in their eyes. Maybe a little spark of jealousy was just what Joanie needed to drive her, once and forever, over the brink of sexual reluctance and into the swirling ocean of sexual abandon and passion! Yes, that must be it... that was why she had agreed so readily now to have a mid-afternoon glass of wine, something she would ordinarily spurn without a second thought. Yes, indeed...
"I'm back, baby," Harry called cheerfully, stepping forward with an easy, loping stride. The young husband put the decanter and glasses down on their umbrella-covered table, then poured both glasses full of the cool red wine.
"Come on, Joanie. Let's sit over here, in the shade."
His full-figured young wife put down her drawing pencils, piled all her sketches neatly, then came over to join her anxious young husband, who had already grasped a glass of wine and was holding it up in the air, as if about to propose a toast. Which was, indeed, exactly what he was about to do.
"Here's to us, darling," he smiled as they clinked glasses and sipped the smoky-tasting red wine.
"Harry?" his young wife asked, "why don't we take a swim in the pool? It's such a beautiful afternoon!"
Harry arched his eyebrows and cocked his head-was this really his reluctant little wife talking? Her eyes sparkled with an unmistakable mischievousness, almost a salaciousness that excited the slender young husband beyond belief. And once they were at the poolside, she said something which surprised him even more.
"Why don't we... well, skinny-dip, Harry? Do you want to?" she asked, a hint of seductive promise in her eyes.
"Do I?" the young husband replied, ripping off his shirt and shorts within a matter of seconds. Joan was slower to remove her clothing and did so with trembling, tentative gestures but finally she stood nakedly exposed to the warm summer sun and to her husband's appreciative gaze.
Then she ran laughing towards her nakedly poised young husband, her breasts jiggling, her ass-cheeks swaying, and pushed him forcibly into the water, after which she daringly dove in herself.
They romped and played and teased each other in the water for what seemed like hours to the young husband. He was surprised to find that when he let his hands roam teasingly over his young wife's voluptuously rounded breasts in their water-splashing play, she didn't object or pull away. Not even when his searching fingers found the soft blonde triangle of her pubic mound, where his fingers became lost in the wet, tantalizing curls! He would have liked her to grasp onto his awakening penis, to stroke it underwater into vividly pulsing life... but that was probably expecting too much of her at this point. Maybe later... maybe...
"Hey, how about some more wine," he finally suggested and his wife quickly agreed. Clambering up to the side of the pool, they sat side by side, both of their naked bodies glistening wetly, staring intently into one another's eyes. Each was thinking the same thing: how much in love they were with each other. Harry studied the ripely rounded contours of her ruby-crested breasts, admiring the taut stiffness of her pinkly wet nipples. Then his gaze traveled down over the smooth skin of her flat stomach to the blondly glistening pubic curls that seemed to sparkle like jewels in the sunlight of the summer afternoon. A cool breeze blew over them just then, sending her already needlepoint nipples into even more rigid erection and Harry smiled appreciatively. The way she was sitting there, with her fleshy thighs slightly apart, Harry could almost see the outlines of her thin, curl-fringed cuntal lips and the little bud of her sensitive clitoris. A wild surge of arousal swept through his loins and his cock began to grow more massive, more rigid, pulsing with blood-filling life.
"Come on, let's swim some more," Joan suggested cheerfully, seeing the unmistakably lecherous glint in his eyes and wanting to postpone the sexual ordeal for just a little while longer.
The voluptuously curved young wife stood up and dove headlong into the cool blue water of their swimming pool, her buttocks poised in mid-air for just a brief moment as Harry's eyes locked on their satiny-skinned orbs. As soon as the entire length of her nakedly exposed body slipped beneath the surface of the water, Harry plunged in as well, the cool water a shocking surprise as it surrounded his hotly flushed skin. Again they romped and played together and this time the young husband was more aggressively sexual. Swimming down to where his wife stood in the shallow end of the pool, he wrapped his wet, powerful arms around her nakedness, reaching down with his eager young hands to caress and fondle the ample fleshy sphere of her quivering buttocks. Locking his mouth passionately on hers, he tried to curtail his already rampant passion-he didn't want to scare her away now, not after the performance she was displaying today!
The young wife responded by locking her nakedly wet arms around her husband's lean neck and pulling him closer to her trembling body, sending her tongue tentatively into the warm moisture of his open mouth. Teasing, stabbing, searching, the young husband sent his tongue forward to fill his wife's richly warm mouth and the excitement of unrestrained sexual arousal crashed through his anxious young loins. Christ, he couldn't remember her ever being so... so... damnit, so incensed and aroused before! His warmly wet, exploring hands brushed over the full, maturely round orbs of her young breasts now and he could feel their tiny, lust-hardened nipples like pinpoints against his palms. She moaned with unmistakable passion into his mouth while her hands rummaged through his thick, curly blond hair, her slender fingers teasing circles around his ears. Damn, she's hot today! I don't think I've ever known her to behave this... this... passionately... in the whole six months we've been married! God, I wish I knew what I'd done to turn her on like this-so I could do it every single damned day!
Of course, the young husband had known her to be so tantalizingly aroused before... but seldom had she been able to maintain this wildly excited level of passion... and it was rarer still for her to actually achieve a mind-wrenching orgasm. But again that premonition crept into his belly telling him that this would be the day... the day when all of her sexual hang-ups and barriers came crashing down to reveal a rampantly desirable and desiring young woman.
Suddenly, she unlocked her mouth from him and smiled seductively into his eyes. "I'll bet my sister... wouldn't do this... for you," she panted.
That was it! She was jealous of her older sister's ribald sensuality and now she was trying to compete with her! Suddenly the young husband saw everything with crystal clarity and he threw his head back with roaring laughter.
"What's so funny," his young wife demanded angrily, her fingers digging into the warm flesh of his neck.
"Nothing," he said, trying to control his rollicking laughter. "It's just... well... I detected a slight tinge of jealousy, that's all."
"Please, Harry, please don't laugh at me," she replied, a serious cloud coming over her warmly radiant features. "I... well... may-be I am a little jealous... maybe I would, in my secret heart of hearts, like to be just a little bit like her. I... well... I realize that I haven't been the world's most thrilling wife-not in bed anyway."
"Darling, darling," her husband whispered comfortingly, reaching up to brush away the tears that were seeping out of the corners of her eyes, "it's all right, it's all right."
"N-no it isn't," she stammered. "N-no, it i-isn't all right. I... I want to be a good wife to you... I'm trying... it's just that... well, you have to be patient with me... gentle and patient and... "
"Hey, baby," her husband said soothingly, "you know I love you. You're the most desirable girl in the world as far as I'm concerned. You are, you really are! To hell with your sister! It's you I love, you I want! All the Donna Mortons in the world, lined up naked with their legs spread apart, couldn't turn me on as much as you do. You know that, don't you? I love you, Joanie, and I want to make you the happiest woman in the world!"
"I know you do, darling," his wife cried, the tears streaming down her tanned, flushed cheeks. "I know you do... and I love you too... and I'm trying desperately... desperately to make you happy, too!"
The young husband pulled his wife's nakedly trembling body to his, at the Same time feeling his own virile length of manhood give a decidedly aroused jerk. He held her with his strong arms encircling her slender waist, and with his gaze intently studying her finely formed features, he smoothed his palms over the satiny skin of her buttocks. "Right at this moment, darling, you are making me without question the happiest man alive in the whole damned world! You really are, you know!"
"Oh, Harry! Oh, my darling," Joan moaned, burying her head in her husband's hairy chest. Then she lifted her tear-stained face and took his ruggedly handsome face between her small, slender hands and implanted her lushly moistened lips on his, giving him a tongue-teasing, passionate kiss that she knew would make his blood boil inside his anxious loins.
Their bodies sank together onto the cool, soft grass by the swimming pool, their mouths still locked together, their hotly spearing tongues dancing, teasing, swimming around each other. Joan prayed silently that this would be the time when her own churning passions would reach their ultimate climax, when the fire already surging through her steaming, moisture-seeping cunt would inflame her whole being in a wildly violent conflagration that would over-whelm her admittedly conscious reluctance. She wanted so desperately then to please him and to please herself as well. She knew, too, that the ultimate success of their marriage would depend in large part on whether or not she could become a responsive and willing sexual partner and she loved him too wholeheartedly to ever give him up.
They were half-sitting, half-lying on the grass with their mouths still locked together, their tongues still squirming and teasing around each other, their hot breaths beating against their tongues lost in a world of impassioned frenzy all their own. Joan's slender arms were wrapped tightly around her husband's strong, thick neck as she pulled him closer to her and then suddenly she felt the jerking of his lust-hardening cock against the satiny skin of her smooth belly. It seemed like a firebrand next to her skin, sending fierce, hot rushes of desire screaming through her loins and a hoarse groan escaped from around her busily working tongue. Her fingertips burrowed into the pliant skin of her husband's back now as the agony of uncontrollable desire swept through her trembling body like a cyclone, an agony she had never known with quite this intensity before, never before had such a violent shudder coursed through her entire quivering body.
Harry could sense the feverish arousal of his young wife and knew that his previous premonition had been absolutely correct, that this was going to be the day and night of mad sexual passion to end all passions. His cock surged with renewed life, its blood-filled thickness jerking and lurching with feverish intensity as each lust-inflamed moment dissolved into the next. He knew that all resistance was gone now, that she wanted him now more than she had ever wanted him before, wanted his erectly throbbing mass of manhood buried deep inside her straining, yearning cunt, that at all costs she had to satisfy the deep, gnawing sexual hunger that was threatening now to tear her apart.
A deep groan escaped from the back of the young husband's throat as the swollen length of his massive prick wormed its way between her fleshy, smooth-skinned thighs and lay hotly throbbing in the warm, naked cavern of velvety flesh. His hands reaching along the front of her nakedly displayed body kneaded at the soft resilience of her belly and then moved downward to the soft young tendrils of golden pubic hair. The silken mound lurched feverishly into his grasp and he felt a violent shudder run through her squirming body and his hands worked then even more roughly, excited to passionate intensity by her response.
His fingers entered her cunt with a rapier-like thrust, outstretched and poised like a spear. The slippery channel welcomed his invasion by clenching tightly at his plunging, rummaging finger, clinging to it wetly with a heated fervor. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, then closed again as she felt another finger slide into her steaming cuntal canal to join the first. And soon afterwards it was joined by yet another plunging finger until it felt like he was pushing his whole fist inside, the fingers digging in her wetly clutching vaginal passage with a greedy, hungry abandon. Her inflamed, moisture-drenched cunt ground down frantically on the rounded thickness of his prick between her thighs, squeezing it without mercy until a low groan of pain flew from Harry's mouth. She could feel the hard shaft pulsing down there in the grasp of her tensed muscles, its smooth, rubbery tip emitting a slight drop of seminal fluid that burned lasciviously into her tender thigh-skin. Swept along in the tide of a blazing euphoria of barbaric sensation, her hips gyrated furiously on the tormenting, torturing motion of his frantic fingers worming hungrily around in her steaming, clenching vaginal cavern.
Suddenly his plunging, pumping fingers were withdrawn with a lewd wet sucking noise and the young wife's whole body tensed. He can't abandon me now! He can't leave me like this! This is the first time, the very first time I've ever felt such powerful, mind-bending sensations and now...
"Oh God, Harry! Don't stop! For God's sake, Harry, don't stop now!" she cried, new tears of mixed agony and pleasure pouring like a waterfall down her passion-flushed cheeks.
"Don't worry, babe," he groaned, "I'm right here. I'm not gonna stop... I'm just going to try something... a little different."
"God, whatever it is, hurry up!"
The young husband couldn't believe his ears! Was this his wife? Was this the reluctant little virgin that he had married, the one who had ever since their wedding night shown only faint glimmerings of arousal and passion? Was this the same woman who would never before allow him to give her the excruciatingly sensual pleasure of his hotly flicking tongue between her thighs? And who would, likewise, refuse to take the fully bloated length of his hotly pulsing penis in her warmly inviting mouth?
Before the young wife realized what she had said or what was going to happen, his handsome face was buried in the firm elastic flesh of her belly. His lust-moistened lips and hotly anxious tongue were brushing on the soft skin, caressing her with hot, moist kisses. His darting, stabbing tongue toyed with the sensitive hollow of her navel, tracing wet circles in the tiny aperture, sending electric shocks of agonizing pleasure into the pit of her stomach. And his teeth were nibbling, nibbling, little teasing bites and his hot mouth now moved down... down... down...
There was no thought of struggle in her fevered mind now, no thought of prohibiting her handsome young husband from doing what she had always refused to allow him to do before. She simply sank back into helpless sensation, awash in an excruciating tremor of spine-tingling delight. Her whole body shook as if she were suffering from fever chills and she lay helplessly writhing in the sensual thrill of his viciously exploring mouth and tongue. He dipped his head and nuzzled his face into the silken smoothness of her inner thighs, his lips warm and soft, drawing little patches of skin into his hotly anxious mouth with wet, suctioning kisses.
The young wife was lost now in a delirium of sublime, raging passion of which she had never even imagined herself capable before. A whole new world of erotic, stimulating, fire-burning pleasure was opened up to the voluptuous young creature and she wallowed gladly in its lust-incited sensations as they swept without mercy through every nerve ending in her wretchedly writhing body.
She hoped she wasn't dreaming. She hoped fervently that she wouldn't wake up to find that all of this sublime, mind-shattering ecstasy was simply a cruel figment of her fevered, desperate imagination...
CHAPTER FIVE
Harry Simon lifted his head to see his wife's desire, quivering young breasts and her now lust-contorted face. An aching groan flew from her open mouth as he studied the voluptuously outlined curves of her ripe young naked body set against the bright emerald green of the soft summer grass. Her arms lay outstretched on either side of her trembling, madly writhing body and the sight of her thus lost to her own uncontrollable passions sent a new surge of carnal lust rippling through the young husband's nakedly glistening body.
As his blond head lowered once again and poised between his wife's willingly outstretched limbs, she arched her hips in welcoming greeting and opened her legs even wider inviting him into the secretly throbbing depths of her woman-hood. The full-rounded curve of her sensuous thighs parted to him like the petals of a blossoming flower and he could clearly see the soft satiny folds of cuntal flesh that glistened wetly, enticingly before his wide-open eyes. For a breathless instant the nerve-centered pulse of desire lay exposed and vulnerable, a gaping scarlet mouth, ravenous for his feeding. Then with a motion swift as a hare's the young wife's hands greedily pulled her husband's head savagely into the clamoring fulcrum of her wide-splayed thighs.
His hands, meanwhile, stroked the flexing hollows of her creamy inner thighs, then slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of the moist pink furrow apart to give his plundering mouth greater access to the succulently enticing opening. He showered wet, tickling kisses in the silky brush of blond pubic hair and felt her hands desperately clawing at his head, guiding his eagerly hungry mouth to the palpitating opening of her quivering cunt. He ran his anxious tongue liquidly over the soft, fur-rimmed flesh, teasing up and down around the smooth pink edges until she was moaning with ecstatic abandon, almost sobbing from low in her throat and her satiny-smooth buttocks ground uncontrollably into the soft bed of summer grass.
Then his tongue flicked lizard-like into the moistly churning tunnel, its probing hot tip circling the quiveringly erect clitoris until the lust-ravaged young wife thought she would explode. She cried out as her husband's lips rounded and covered the viscous opening, sucking, drawing the soft, velvety skin deep into the heated recesses of his mouth, his tongue licking maddeningly at the excitedly trembling pink bud of her sensitively aroused clitoris. Her updrawn legs opened and closed wildly around the head of her ravaging, plundering husband who licked deliriously at her lust-inflamed, passion-drenched vagina.
At last he gave in to the twisting pressure of her hands locked in the curly hair of his head and the arching demand of her hips, thrusting his tongue deep down into the hotly palpitating sheath. Her thighs clamped convulsively around either side of his moving head and the young husband could feel the soft walls of invaded flesh expand and contract around his long, flicking tongue in heated, frenzied suction, almost attempting to devour it. He felt the tumultuous spasms of desire in the throbbing, clutching cavern arousing his own already highly aroused desires to a frenzied fever-pitch as his anxiously heated tongue explored every crevice of the lust-moistened flesh. His own aching cock screamed between his legs and the burning in his balls felt like a ten thousand acre forest fire.
"Oh God, Harry... Harry... I can't stand it... do something... for God's sake... Harry, help me!" his beautiful young wife stammered through the clouded haze of her passion. Her hands reached down searchingly, greedy to grasp hold of his long hot male hardness and to then guide its throbbing bulk into her secret pleasure sanctuary which was already seething with lust-crazed desire.
Her impassioned cry came just in time for the young husband could stand the mounting, burning pressure in his balls no longer. Harry shifted his position so that the lower part of his nakedly glistening body was now pressed against her, allowing the full length of his massively quivering cock to lay on the heavenly, golden-haired mound of her aroused woman-hood. For a moment he lay still like that, his face now burrowed in the deep cleft between her amply rounded, heaving breasts, fighting for the control he feared he had lost already.
Joan felt the huge, hot throbbing mass of hardened male flesh resting against her pubic triangle like some enormous hot-blooded animal ready to strike. And she fervently wished it would! Yes, for the very first time in her young life she felt a rampaging, almost insatiable desire and all she wanted now was satisfaction. All she wanted was the feel of that plunging, pulsing penis buried deep within the welcoming folds of her pinkly glistening pussy, rammed up to its lust-driven hilt into the very depths of her belly. Only then could she possibly achieve the cataclysmic orgasm she was striving so desperately towards, only then would she know the complete fulfillment of lusty womanhood that she had denied herself for so long.
The young husband fought to control his own rampaging desires, fought to keep himself from plunging brutally into his wife's softly waiting cunt. But the pressure in his pendulous, cum-laden balls was like a knifing agony of torrential desire and his blood pounded demandingly through the entire extended length of his rigidly erect young cock. He contracted his muscles, restraining himself as he guided the swollen, blood-filled tip with his trembling hands, feeling the heat and wetness of her naked cuntal crevice reaching out to its lust-driven invader.
He fucked into her at last, not as easily and slowly as he would have liked, parting the soft folds of her pink pussy lips as his crimson head pushed through towards its appointed destiny. Her moans reverberated through his ears as he rode her like a wild animal, holding her hips firmly in his hands as her warmly seething cunt clutched desperately at his straining, surging cock. Trembling on the brink of orgasm from the very first moment of entry, it took but a few hard, plunging, plundering strokes into the warmly clinging depths of Joan's resilient vagina for her husband's lust-pistoning cock to reach its irresistible climax.
On one final pounding inward thrust he grew as taut as a bowstring and a triumphant cry leaped out of his open mouth, his eyes rolling deliriously from side to side as his body began to shake with long, drawn-out spasms or erotic, ecstatic release while he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into the tremoring depths of his wife's trembling young womb.
"Harry? Oh, God, Harry!" the frustrated young wife screamed as he pulled his now limp and deflated cock out of her still clinging, sucking, passion-drenched vagina. "Oh, Harry," she sighed finally, "I... I... God, I was almost there! I... almost... I was... so close." Her sighs now dissolved into body-wracking sobs as the young wife realized the true depths of her own despair. She had tried and struggled so desperately and she had come so close... so close... so very close to that earth shaking, mind-devouring, cunt-churning climax... only to be denied by her young husband's own selfish passions.
"God, babe, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," her young husband cried pleadingly, estimating with amazing accuracy the full extent of her extreme frustration.
"Damn you, damn you and double damn," she hissed between clenched teeth. She had tried with frantic desperation to relax her inhibitions... and she had succeeded, brilliantly... but for what? To be left dangling dangerously on the brink of what she had been longing for, begging for, praying for, for such a long time?
Suddenly, before she realized what she was doing, Joan drew back her arm and swung at her handsome young husband, slapping him across the face with all her strength, snapping his head back and forcing a horrified yelp of shock and pain from his open mouth. As his cheek turned red from the force of the blow, Harry shook his head from side to side and slowly, with great effort, focused his eyes on his wife's frightened face. They iced over like a mountain lake in winter as he slowly backed away from her, his mouth still hanging open from the tremendous surprise of her attack.
The young wife cowered back as though she were the one who had been struck. She crossed her arms over her breasts as if she were suddenly ashamed of her own nakedness, and the fierce grip of her fingernails drew blood from the soft tanned flesh of her shoulders. With a growing, mounting horror of disbelief she stared with wide-open eyes at the red tracery of her hand on his face.
"I may not be the perfect husband," he growled though his fury, "but up to now you haven't been exactly what I'd call the world's most perfect wife, either!"
"Oh, G-God, H-Harry! What... have I done," the young blonde wife stammered through her free-flowing tears.
"It's more a matter of what you haven't done, at least up to now. All I ever did was to fall in love with a beautiful, desirable woman and to try to please her-and this, " he screamed, his hand flying up to his battered cheek, "This is what I get for trying to make you happy!"
"Oh, Harry, please... I... I didn't mean... " she pleaded.
"You didn't mean what?" he shouted, turning with one swift movement and stalking like an angered lion into the house. Joan lay there, whimpering and crying, for what seemed like hours, unable to control her trembling body, unable to stand or walk or run to her angered husband as her heart told her to do. She held out her hands in mute supplication, but he wasn't there to see.
It was then that she heard the sound of a car starting and tires screeching out of her own driveway...
CHAPTER SIX
Donna Morton climbed through the thick growth of trees with a light step and a light heart. Her lips were drawn back in an ear to ear grin as she skipped and hopped and walked among the fallen branches and fallen leaves of the mountainside forest, her docile lover-companion by her side, faithfully following close to her sweet-smelling, still naked body.
Just as they approached her palatial home, Donna Morton paused to slip on her halter blouse and shorts, deciding that she now felt too much too happy and contented to be able to enjoy arousing the secret passions of her proper English butler. Leave that for another day when I'm more in the mood, she told herself, slipping the flimsy summer garments over the soft suppleness of her tanned, creamy skin. It was then that her eyes caught the loving, warm expression on the face of her German shepherd, Tarzan.
She smiled gently down at the affectionate, attentive dog standing obediently by her side. God, what a lover! How many times did I cum?
Damnit, who cares, anyway? The strikingly beautiful, ebony-haired young woman let her thoughts wander at random back over the lust-incited, passion-crazed events of that torrid afternoon spent by the side of the sparkling lake with her lovable new companion-lover. She realized now that he had sapped nearly all the energy from her lithe young body as no other lover had ever done before and a pleasant thrill of forbidden delight shivered down her gently sloping back. No, she had to admit now that she had never felt such complete and total sexual fulfillment from any man, from any one of her long list of famous and not-so-famous lovers. The past several hours had been like a circus of carnal delights, the likes of which she had never conceived of before.
And among all Tarzan's other virtues was his fierce protective instinct. Yes, from now on she need never worry about unwanted interruptions or intrusions. The compelling strength of his massive jaws, the sharp contours of his whitely glistening teeth, the rippling muscles in his flanks-nobody would dare to try to hurt her with Tarzan around! He would protect her... and he would love her. One look into those limpid, love-stricken black eyes was enough to tell the voluptuously attractive young woman that this was one man who would surely stick around for a while, maybe forever.
Donna reached down to fondly stroke the massive animal's enormous head and his response was to turn it to lick her hand.
"Ha! You big brute! You want to start all over again, don't you?" the young woman laughed. "Yes, well, you'll have your chance, don't worry. From now on you're my lover, my real and most favorite lover-boy! What do you say to that, Tarzan baby?" Tarzan didn't have anything to say but a pleased whimper grumbled from the depths of his hairy throat and his tongue, hot and pinkly glistening, again sought to lovingly caress his beautiful young mistress.
"Yes, indeed, lover boy. But we mustn't let anybody know our little secret. No, indeed. Not that there's anything wrong with it! Anything that can be that pleasurable can't be all bad! It's just that... well... you see, big boy, most people just wouldn't understand. No, it'll be our little secret all right... you're my big, brutal lover-boy and I'm your red-hot mamma-what a team!"
It was just after the voluptuously beaming young beauty walked through the sliding glass doors of her bedroom that she heard a car screech to a halt in her driveway. Now, who the hell can that be? Damn! And I was looking forward to a nice quiet evening all to myself... with Tarzan of course! Well, whoever it is, he'll have to wait.
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When Joan Simon finally managed to stumble back to her small summer cottage, she saw that her handsome young husband was definitely gone. More frightening, so was his small, overnighter suitcase!
Gone!
The overwhelming enormity of this absurd situation struck the lovely young bride with the force of an atom explosion. Had he actually... walked out... left her for good? No, he couldn't have! He couldn't have possibly been that angry... could he? What could she do? What should she do? Her mind raced with wild schemes and desperate thoughts as she pondered her fate... had he really meant to leave her alone like this... forever?
The desperate young wife sat like a crumpled heap on the edge of their king-size double bed and wept, inconsolably, the tears streaming hotly down her flushed cheeks. Her legs and loins still rippled with recurring little muscular tremors that betrayed her still aroused sexual desires. He had just left her like that, poised on the brink of a violently exciting orgasm, with no thought of any satisfaction other than his own! The beast! How could he have done that? How could he have treated her so thoughtlessly, so carelessly? Had he only continued to thrust piercingly up into her warmly seeping, wildly clenching vagina for a few more moments... just a few more precious moments!
God, what could she do now? How would she ever survive without him? Oh, I love him so... need him so... how am I going to find him... how am I going to convince him to come back to me? Oh, God, help me... some-body... help me!
What, after all, had happened to her out there? First of all, what had caused her to become so flagrantly and unashamedly aroused? And then, why did she explode with anger like that, what ever possessed her to lash out at him like that? Was it simply frustration... or was it something deeper, more menacing? Was it, in reality, her own ability to deal with her own newly-discovered, untamed and untapped sexual desires? Did the loss of all her previously preciously guarded inhibitions provoke the loss of her temper as well?
"Harry! Oh, God, Harry! Please... " the beautiful, curvaceous young wife cried aloud.
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Harry Simon had jumped into his car with a seething rage boiling in his blood, flushing his face and causing his strong young hands to tremble violently. He had had to sit there in front of the steering wheel, his hands grasping it firmly and his head bent down to rest on those hands, for several long moments before he had the composure and control to start the convertible and drive it away. Even then, he had heard the tires screeching loudly as he had pulled out...
At first, he didn't know where he was going. He simply pointed the car down the road and drove, with a mindless fury clouding his mind and his eyes. He didn't know how much time had passed nor how much distance he had covered when he found himself in the tiny, two-block town near the highway. His eyes came to rest on a sign which read "The Pub" and immediately he knew what he wanted. A drink, a good, stiff, strong drink! Surely that would calm him down, take the blood-curling tremors out of his hands and clear up his muddled vision!
The first two double Scotches he gulped down without even tasting them, the heated liquid scorching his throat. But the third drink he nursed for quite some time while his mind roamed over the mind-wrenching events of that afternoon by the swimming pool. He had given his beautiful young wife a fucking she'd never forget... and, oddly enough, she had responded to his passion with equal fervor. Strange, but a nice change. It was a shame, no doubt about it, that he couldn't have held back a little longer. Shit, she was right on the brink, right on the edge of the damned precipice...
But she didn't have to react like that. She didn't have to wound his pride by striking him with such a forceful, irrevocable blow. No, he hadn't deserved that at all. Not at all. He had tried his best, hadn't he? He had drawn her carefully and provocatively over the barrier of all her rigid inhibitions, hadn't he? He had raised her to new and previously unknown heights of sublime and lust-crazed desire, hadn't he? He had shown her the true depth and width of her own vibrant sexuality, hadn't he? And what did he have to show for all that? A cruel, humiliating slap in the face!
Well, that was that. It was a nice six months of marriage, but it was over now. He didn't have to put up with shit like that from her-no man could be expected to do that! Still... he loved her... he had to admit that... a love strong and deep enough to last a lifetime or even two... but that didn't matter much, now.
Harry gulped down the last of his third double Scotch and ordered still another. The tall, skinny young man behind the bar gave him a questioning glance, but served him without comment. Turning around now to survey the scene into which he had entered, Harry discovered that he was the only customer in the place! But, after all, it was still early. Most people were probably just getting around to eating dinner...
The young husband's thought immediately flew back to his lovely, voluptuous young wife but he struggled to direct them elsewhere. Abruptly, Donna Morton's conversation that morning on the telephone invaded his fevered mind. She had wanted him to come over tonight, hadn't she? Wanted him to come over all alone, without Joanie! Christ, she had practically seduced him right there on the phone! And he wouldn't mind being seduced by such a voluptuously beautiful, smooth-skinned woman, even if she was his sister-in-law! Just because Joanie didn't know how to fuck... that didn't mean Donna didn't know! Quite the contrary... if her actual accomplishments even came up to half of her reputed transgressions... !
Harry shot out of the bar like a bolt of lightning, jumped into his car and sped off down the road, his tires screeching and wailing beneath his fevered driving...
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Donna Morton shed her clothes almost immediately upon entering into the privacy of her enormous, luxuriously furnished bedroom and slipped into a terrycloth robe. The idea that someone had just approached the house and might, at that moment, be awaiting her in the living room did not make her hurry her steps in the least. She felt still too happy with her lover-companion, Tarzan, to have the least desire for human company and, in fact, all she wanted just then was a nice, warm, soothing bubble bath to ease her weary, love-wracked body.
She rang the bell for Roger, who entered almost immediately, as if he had been standing just outside the bedroom door! Looking down at her handsome, massive German shepherd and giving him a soft, warm stroke along his long flank, she cooed to him, "Say, I'll bet you're hungry, big boy!" Then, turning to her proper English butler she announced, "Roger, take Tarzan and give him a nice, hearty meal, please. Lots of good raw meat and lots of water to drink. Meanwhile, I'll be in the bath."
"Yes, Madam," her stiff-lipped butler replied coolly. "And, Madam, there is a gentleman-"
"Whoever it is will just have to wait, Roger. Tell him he can come back tomorrow if he can't wait, whoever he is. That will be all, thank you, Roger."
"Yes, Madam," Roger replied, backing out of the room holding Tarzan by the collar.
The voluptuous young woman slipped now out of her robe and walked nakedly towards the sumptuously appointed bathroom. All of the walls were covered from floor to ceiling with mirrors so that the sensuously curved young woman could admire her beautiful body wherever she looked. And that's exactly what she did, what she always did whenever she entered that room.
Turning slowly to admire every sleek curve, every tapered line of her well-developed body, she studied the ripe, lush fullness of her breasts, topped by the tiny, berry-like nipples and the admirable narrowness of her slender waistline. She let her eyes trail down over the generous, sweeping flare of her womanly hips and down the long, sun-tanned columns of her fully rounded thighs and tapering calves. As she turned the resilient mounds of her buttocks came into view and she was proud to notice that there was no ugly white area there from a bathing suit! Turning still around her eyes caught on the darkly forested area of her delectable pubic mound and she spread her legs to carefully examine the tingling, pinkly glistening vaginal lips nestled in the sensuous grove of curls. Damn, she had a fine figure! And a sensual, alluring one as well. She smiled to herself, pleased by the tremulous aroused stimulation she was experiencing at that moment. Perhaps it was a good thing after all that some man was waiting for her in the living room...
The curvaceous young woman stepped into the shower and adjusted the water, the finely spraying needles of water like a tingling massage on her satin-soft flesh, adding still more stimulation to her already aroused sensuality. Gently, almost lazily, she soaped her silken flesh, letting her fingers linger down amongst the curls of her pubic jungle, letting them then trail provocatively along the ruby-glistening flesh of her vaginal cavity... soon those same loving hands were tracing teasing circles around the smoothly rounded orbs of her naked breasts and she could feel the pink marble buds of her anxious nipples spring into vividly erect life in response to her sensitive touch... ah, Tarzan!
Memories of the madly passionate love session with her new-found German shepherd sprang unsolicited into her fevered mind and she recalled, in rapid succession, every single erotic event of that afternoon... the touch of the dog's sandpaper-like tongue lapping hungrily at her own churning, yearning, lust-dampened genitals... her own anxious lips ovaled tightly around his tapered-tip, scarlet shining long hard cock...
Now all those pleasure-filled moments with Tarzan seemed like a dream, a technicolor adventure that left her feeling highly satisfied and longing for more! But that would have to wait, because somebody-a man!-was waiting patiently to see her.
Stepping out of the shower and toweling her voluptuously dripping body only half dry, she slipped into one of her most seductive, provocative, see-through robes and strolled at a leisurely pace out into the elaborately furnished living room. At first she only saw his back. A tall, lean, curly-haired blond figure stood silhouetted against the wall-to-wall picture window, the purplish hue of advancing night framing his muscular body with an almost halo-like glow. He puffed restlessly at a cigarette and held a glass half-filled with a light brown liquid in his hand, from which he was just taking a long gulp as Donna entered.
"Hello there," she said in her most seductive, sensual voice. "Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."
Harry turned abruptly, as if surprised by the sound of her voice. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. But this morning you said-" Harry stopped talking as abruptly as he had turned around. For it wasn't until mid-sentence that his sexually alive young sister-in-law, strolling with her hips and buttocks swaying in a sensuous rhythm, drew close enough for him to see what she was wearing! In one long, all-engulfing glance he took in the whole of her maturely ripe, curvaceous figure beneath the peek-a-boo material of her robe.
Donna smiled and laughed to herself. "This morning I asked you to come over tonight," she said, finishing his thought for him.
"Y'-yes," her young brother-in-law stammered,, still overwhelmed by the obviously seductive outfit on the practically naked body before him. "I-I... uh... didn't mean to interrupt anything."
Again the young woman smiled and laughed to herself. Ever since she had met her younger sister's talented husband she had wondered if he could perform in bed as well as he could perform with a typewriter. And now, at last, she was going to have the opportunity to find out! "Don't worry, you aren't interrupting anything. Come along, there is someone I want you to meet," she cooed, taking him by the arm and leading him towards the kitchen.
But they never made it as far as the kitchen, for just at that moment Roger entered the room followed immediately by Tarzan. The dog ran across the vast expanse of the room and nuzzled affectionately against his mistress's leg, his black limpid eyes glowing up in admiration and love.
"This is Tarzan," Donna proclaimed proudly, as if showing off her first-born son. "He's my new soul-mate and protector. What do you think of him?" For a moment she petted the great animal's head, which perched conveniently around her waistline.
"You may go now, Roger," she said, turning to him. "As a matter-of-fact, why don't you take the evening off," she added, looking slyly at her brother-in-law.
"He's a nice dog," Harry offered, reaching out a hand to pat the great brute on his massive head.
"Thanks," Donna replied. "Say, can I re-fill your glass?"
"Sure."
"What are you drinking?"
"Scotch. Scotch and water, thanks."
The young man watched his sister-in-law' buttocks jiggle provocatively as she sauntered across the room towards the bar. And as she walked back, a full glass in each small hand, his voracious eyes locked on the swaying, bouncing movement of the twin peaks of her voluptuously curved breasts and instantly a twinge of lustful arousal swept through his eagerly jerking cock beneath the tight material of his trousers. God, maybe Joanie was right after all! Jesus, how could she parade around in such a revealing, seductive outfit? Unless... unless...
Donna, too, felt the unmistakable twinges of excitement as she offered him his glass, little fire-thoughts of excitement licking relentlessly at her anxious loins. "Perhaps, if we're going to talk business... we'd better go into my... office," she suggested provocatively.
Harry understood her tone when he saw her office. It was merely a long table with a typewriter situated in the corner of her sumptuously furnished bedroom. His eyes studied the view out the sliding glass doors, then returned to the long, low leather couch and the king-size waterbed. He had never before in his life slept on a waterbed... or made love on one...
Tarzan had followed them into the bedroom and now sat obediently by the side of his lovely young mistress. Finally Harry's eyes came upon the enormous wolf-like animal once again.
"I didn't know you had a dog," he said, gulping down almost half the contents of his glass.
"I didn't. Until this morning." And then, turning to her ferocious protector, Donna patted him on the head and said, "Lie down, now, big boy. Come on... lie down... good boy!"
"Well, he listens to you anyway," Harry volunteered.
"He does a lot more than that," she answered suggestively, swaying her hips provocatively as she spoke. "By the way," she continued, "I take it Joanie didn't want to come along with you tonight."
Harry bent his head down and his voice was almost a whisper. "No, she didn't want to come."
"Does she know that you're here?"
Harry glanced sharply at his young, voluptuously displayed sister-in-law. God, she really was a shrewd one! Well, what the hell? His marriage to Joanie was over now, finished, done, over. "No, she doesn't know I'm here. But what the hell difference does that make, anyway?"
Donna smiled knowingly at him, which only served to further fire his anger. "Joanie doesn't know you're here... and from the look of you, I'd say you had stopped in at least one or two bars between your house and mine. Which is a good trick, since your house is not even a quarter of a mile down the road."
Harry didn't respond. Instead, his angry eyes glared into her laughing one. Then they dropped and became riveted on the enticing, lush mounds of her breasts barely concealed beneath her provocatively revealing robe. The tiny, marble-hardened nipples jutted forward like sweet, ripe little berries and suddenly he had an overwhelming desire to taste the delicious nectar of their fruit so salaciously displayed before his bulging eyes! His cock jerked like a hungry animal inside his trousers and he took yet another healthy swallow from his glass.
"There couldn't be something... slightly wrong... at home... could there?" Donna teased.
The young man's brow furrowed and sparks of anger flew out of his eyes. "Look, what the hell do you want? I came over here to talk to you... if you have something better to do... well, just let me know and I'll be happy to leave." He looked at her now, gliding towards him, that flimsy, see-through robe gliding behind her, her nearly naked body revealed in all its satiny-smoothness, in all its voluptuously ripened curves, and her tongue was running teasing circles along her glistening lips. Her eyes looked like fiery opals.
"Oh, I can think of something better to do, all right. But then you'll have to stay," she whispered seductively, standing now so that her already hardening nipples brushed like fire-brands against his chest. Suddenly, her arms slipped upwards around his neck and she pressed the full softness of her ripely mature body against his, her knee wedging in between his muscular young thighs and brushing tantalizingly up against his entrapped but eager penis. "Yes, indeed, you'll have to stay, won't you," she whispered again, this time sending her hotly inviting breath into his ear while her slender fingers traced wicked, provocative circles around them.
Oh my God, Harry said to himself as he wrapped his strong young arms around her warmly enticing body, his hands smoothing down her long, tapering back to cup the firmly fleshy contours of her amply rounded buttocks, the thin material of her robe like a silken skin gliding over her own. He pulled her unresisting, throbbing loins closer into his own and a searing flame of impassioned desire swept up from his toes to the top of his blond, curly head!
Tarzan, still obediently lying where his mistress had commanded him to stay, whimpered and howled softly in perplexed confusion. But his mistress didn't hear him, nor did the strange, thin man who held her close, whose gently undulating loins swayed against hers, whose long hands roamed at will over the voluptuously clad body of his beautiful young mistress as their two mouths locked in a fevered, tortured, passion-driven kiss while the sound of their heavy breathing filled the entire room. Tarzan whimpered again, a strong sense of pain and bewilderment clogging his mind because he simply could not understand what he saw, what his keen animal sense told him was about to happen. Again he whimpered, but still they didn't seem to hear. They were apparently too busy disrobing the satiny-smooth skin of his young mistress and he could see her creamy skin glistening in the moonlight that poured through the sliding glass doors like a love beacon. The dazed animal still remained lying there, his eyes fixed on the nakedly enticing body of his young mistress as the man began to fondle and kiss and caress her smoothly globular breasts and she worked feverishly to unfasten his shirt and then his trousers, both of them breathing with a heavy fire now.
But the obedient German shepherd remained where he was, because his mistress had commanded him to remain. But he raised his head high, cocked it to one side and his ears stood erectly listening to the panting breathing of his mistress and this strange, impassioned man. He saw clearly their naked bodies locked together, moving stealthily towards the giant waterbed and it was then that he could stand it no longer, no matter what his mistress had said, and he stood up on all fours. As the massive animal slithered towards the bed he could see the man's nakedly exposed, thick hardness protruding from his curly-haired groin and now they were on the bed, rolling over the waves of smoothly undulating water, and the strange man was crawling between his lovely mistress's spreading sun-tanned thighs. What were they doing? With a keen sense of pain, the German shepherd's ears fell flat back against his enormous head and with the pain growing to an unbearable tormenting height, the bulky-bodied German shepherd slipped out of the open sliding glass doors and crawled silently into the night across the vast expanse of lawn.
He didn't know where he was going, nor even if he would ever come back. All he knew was that he had to get away from the searing pain caused by the sight of his mistress and that strange, tall, thin young man locked nakedly together. Silently he stalked through the wooded grove, taking in the sweet fragrances of the forest, listening intently for the sounds of other animals moving about in the night. He didn't know how much time had passed when a vaguely familiar scent invaded his nostrils... sweetly pungent aromas drifted through the night towards him... a woman? Was that distinctive odor another sweetly perfumed human female? The dog saw a small cottage with a faint light glowing inside... yes, that must be where the sexually arousing aroma was coming from...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joan Simon didn't eat any supper that night she was too depressed and dejected and worried to have much of an appetite. She lay outstretched on her king-size double bed and on the nightstand beside her stood one empty wine bottle and one that was still half-full. The only light in the room spilled into it from the open bathroom door where the bright light over the sink remained turned on. The door to the living room stood slightly ajar, so that if Harry came back she would hear the outer door open and close. And the small glass door which opened from the bedroom to the patio outside stood wide, allowing the cool night breezes to flutter through the room, cooling the young wife's fevered, aching body.
Her body still shook slightly with spasmodic muscular tremors, vivid reminders of the brilliantly exciting cum she had been denied by her husband. The dusk outside had melted into darkness now as the nakedly exposed young woman lay panting, her mind wandering in a wine-induced haze over the extraordinary events of that late afternoon when she and her handsome young husband had made unsuccessful love to each other out on the soft summer grass.
One of her hands rested lethargically on the nakedly smooth skin of her fleshy, rounded thighs and the other lay with equal limpness on the satiny skin of her stomach. A choked sob sounded in her throat as her mind relived the image of her nakedly aggressive husband, his lean, muscular body closing in on hers, his bulging, pulsing prick protruding like a tall young oak from his blond, curly pubic timberland. The hair-fringed vaginal lips between her slowly spreading thighs tingled with renewed excitement as her mind pictured his heavily throbbing cock poised above her hotly, yearning vagina and a scorching flame of impassioned lust seared up between her thighs and on through her cunt walls as she imagined her young husband plunging his steel-like hardened shaft into the trembling, clenching depths of the hotly enveloping vagina down there between her legs, where now an unmistakable aromatic seepage came spilling out.
Oh, Harry! Oh, please, Harry! God, how I wish you were here right now! How I wish you could satisfy this fire building inside me! Oh, Harry!
Indeed, a roaring inferno was tearing through the young wife's still nakedly aroused body as she lay there on the bed, her mind hazed by wine and dazed by the traumatic episode with her young husband that had concluded so badly. The hand which had lain inactive along the creamy inner surface of her voluptuously curving thigh now became alive with lust, its fingertips stroking the soft outer fringes of her eagerly receptive vagina, spreading the moist carnation-colored flesh gently apart, caressing their smoothness hotly, liquidly. The passion streaming through her body imperceptibly took control of her mind as her long legs lifted up and bent and unbent alternately, the knees rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence as her hips slowly began to writhe and undulate in building lust.
The hand which had lain lazily on the silken skin of her stomach now had moved to cup one of her voluptuously rounded breasts, kneading the straining, burning mound and strumming playfully at the trembling little nipple until it surged into vivid, vibrant erection. Merely touching her breast sent shivers of secret thrills coursing through her heated body and she sank back into the ocean of obscenely rising sexual feeling that had invaded her body and she was only dimly aware of her conscience fighting to gain control of her waywardly swaying body. All she could feel at that moment was the liquid fire tearing through her quivering breasts as her hand went from one to the other, teasing maddening little circles around the marble-hard nipples, kneading and fondling and caressing the spongy, resilient flesh until her hips were focused into an almost wild, frantic rocking motion of aroused desire.
Joan's entire body was aflame now, but especially her loins where the pulsation between her nakedly splayed thighs felt like one enormous mass of exquisite, wet sensitivity that was threatening to explode into mind-shattering, soul-searing eruption. All consciousness now concentrated on satisfying her one overwhelming need and with a deep groan she fucked her outstretched middle finger deep into the viscous moistened mouth of her fire-filled cunt. The tight resistance of her invaded vaginal passage slowly gave way to the wriggling pressure of her plundering finger and the warm fleshy walls, still slippery from Harry's cum, contracted hotly, hungrily around it... and then it was joined by still another finger as the two together plunged rhythmically into the steaming, seething cavity like twin miniature cocks. The young wife's knees drew up and her legs scissored open as her hips arched and rocked in a rhythmic up and down motion while the two erotically working fingers fucked again and again into the hotly boiling mouth of lust up between her widespread thighs.
"Oh, Harry! Oh my God," she cried aloud, suddenly dazed by the realization of what she was doing to herself as her nakedly rocking body trembled and quivered with erotic fire that was sweeping through it. She had never finger-fucked herself before and she knew full well what a wicked, sinful deed she was performing there in the silence of the night. Disgraceful... disgusting... perverted and depraved... she told herself how evil her deed was, and yet she didn't stop. The wave of self-lust that coursed through her nakedly swaying body was too strong, too overwhelming, too pleasurable and too infrequently felt to deny it now! One corner of her mind tried to persuade her to stop but it fought a losing battle against the rest of her desire-fevered mind and body.
Her eyes clenched tightly closed as the soft fleshy walls of her vagina clenched and unclenched around her madly fingering fingers and so she didn't see the wolf-like animal that had slowly slithered into her bedroom from the open door to the patio...
Tarzan had merely followed his nose, keenly smelling the fragrant aroma of what he suspected was another sexually aroused female human. The jealousy inside still tore at his belly and running away had done nothing to assuage that clamping pain, which continued to stalk him he inched closer and closer towards the source of that sweetly pungent scent. As he approached the small summer cottage his alert ears picked up the familiar sounds of heavy human breathing, sighing, panting that he had heard only that afternoon coming from his precious mistress.
As he slipped through the open door, his sensitive eyes adjusted to the dimness and at once he saw the nakedly writhing form on the bed, her summer-tanned thighs spread wide apart, her small hand working feverishly in teasing, circular motions around her amply ripe breasts, while the other fucked madly up into the wetly seeping little hair-fringed hole between her obscenely spread legs.
The young animal watched the rounded orbs of her tantalizing buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working, plunging fingers and something familiar clicked in his mind... the hurt began to dissipate and dissolve into the blackness as the image of his own nakedly writhing mistress came back into his mind... and now this other strange female was rolling and writhing and pumping with the same rhythmic regularity... suddenly the wolf-like canine sensed a deep, burning stirring in his own quivering loins...
He had reached the side of the bed now and he stopped, sat down and locked his eyes on the soft velvety folds of glimmering vaginal flesh where the erotically slithering fingers still worked busily. His jaws opened now and his pinkly moist tongue slipped out as his own breath began to come in panting spurts to match the rasping panting of the female human...
It was then that Joan's eyes opened. Within seconds her instinct told her she was not alone and her eyes locked onto the hairy beast now panting beside the bed. Her hand froze in mid-thrust between her thighs and the other hand stopped suddenly its kneading and caressing of her excited breasts. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream as she stared in utter disbelief at her unannounced and unexpected intruder! His rounded, liquid-like eyes seemed like two limpid pools of blackness and the lolling of his glistening tongue seemed horrifying, frightening beyond belief at first. Was he a wolf? What would a wild wolf be doing around he house? What did he want? Was he a vicious, wild beast all set to devour her with his huge mauling jaws? She swallowed tightly, her fear constricting her throat, and raised her body slightly to get a better view of this unwelcome intruder.
She wanted to scream but she couldn't. And then at last she stopped trying, deciding that a loud, piercing scream might only frighten him into attacking her even more viciously than whatever he already had in mind. Her eyes were riveted to him, to his massive thick bulk, to his enormous, open jaws, to his gleaming, razor-sharp teeth. With a sudden wave of relief she realized that he wasn't a wolf at all but a very large German shepherd dog! Still, German shepherds could be fierce, trained to kill or maim, as many were used as protective watchdogs.
The dog sat there for some minutes, then placed one paw tentatively on the edge of the bed. Joan was too frightened still to move and so made no protest. But Tarzan took her inaction as an invitation and so his other front paw then followed the first one. God, he wants to get up here on the bed! What am I going to do? How am I going to stop him?
Tarzan read her fear and whimpered pleadingly, wagging his tail in cheerful friendliness as his head now perched between his two front paws resting on the bed. His liquid black eyes looked sweetly up at this obviously frightened female in mute supplication and he whimpered yet again, while the fiery blood continued to pound through his animal veins. And then, with one sudden and brisk leap, he was on the bed beside her, tail wagging, eyes pleading, mouth watering with his long pink tongue lolling out!
Again the young wife nearly screamed, but then thought better of it. She watched as the animal slowly moved up the bed towards her face and suddenly his expression didn't seem so fierce anymore... now it seemed to be growing more and more docile, more and more subservient, while his eyes carefully surveyed her nakedly exposed, sweat-glistening flesh.
Abruptly, his tongue leaped into eager life and its hot slippery roughness licked against the smooth, naked flesh of her tight little belly. The young wife felt a distinctly seething, scorching sensation ripple through her shamelessly aroused body at the warm, wet touch of the animal tongue. Again and again his tongue roamed wetly, it thick surface licking hungrily against the soft skin of her sucked-in belly, sending wild tremors of lust-filled excitement ripping through the young wife's hotly inflamed body.
The blonde, beautiful young wife let her head fall back in abject submission to the inciting licking of the animal tongue. Her gasping breaths caused her trembling breasts to rise and fall, their globular fullness half hiding the image of the lusty dog's hotly licking tongue as it continued its erotic way back and forth against the heated soft skin of her quivering belly. She could feel if not see his head moving upward, his flame-licking tongue wetly caressing the fevered skin all the way up from her stomach to the undersides of her tremulously excited breasts. An almost cold shiver passed along Joan's spine when that blissfully long wet licking tongue stabbed at the tiny berry-like bud of her already pulsating nipples!
Unable to hide her growing passion any longer, the young wife let out a ecstatically long groan as his moistly fevered tongue actually reached her breasts, grazing wetly over the sensitively ripened buds of her nipples over and over again, sending mad spasms of unfettered joy spiraling through her again slightly undulating loins. It felt like a dragon breathing fire as his hotly licking tongue lunged out and caressed the naked hillocks of her wildly quivering breasts, damply twirling round and round the fire-filled nipples until the tortured young wife could not hold back her cried of agonized pleasure any longer.
"Aaaaaauuuuugh! Ooooooooh!" her aching voice cried out into the night. Her head reeled, her thoughts seemed to collide against one another in her fevered mind. What was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! Why in God's name was she allowing this dangerous brute to run his tongue along her naked body? He could bite at any moment! But then... maybe not! He... he just... well, he doesn't seem fierce or brutal or dangerous! Maybe it's just that he needs a friend as badly as I do right now. After all, those eyes... those friendly, pleading eyes...
Suddenly her thought were interrupted by a new and strangely exciting sensation that exploded like dynamite down between her lusciously wide-spread thighs. Something cold and wet had nestled between those thighs... lifting her head she saw that it was the giant dog's nose! To her stunned amazement, the canine head was slowly lowering, his hot animal breath racing like a flame-thrower through the sparse blonde curls of her pubic mound! His wet nose coolly brushed against the heated, lust-moistened flesh of her inner thigh... and then... and then... the passion-drenched lips of her precious vaginal passage! She heard another whimper fly out of his throat as he sniffed and smelled at the exotic fragrance of her lust-incited womanhood, his obscene investigation of her private pleasure regions sending new bolts of heated excitement streaking through her gnawing belly. Her mind immediately flew to the image of her own wonderful husband who had licked her there for the very first time in her life only that afternoon... Oh, Harry! Why can't it be you instead of this... this... this animal! Oh, Harry, I love you so! Need you so!
Suddenly the young wife felt the cool wet nose of her animal lover probing between her outstretched thighs, rubbing wetly against the tiny puckered ring of her anus! Oh my God, she screamed silently as she lurched reflexively, gasping for breath as she felt his hot, rough-skinned tongue snake out to worm provocatively up and down the smooth pink canyon between her reluctant little rectum and her anxiously quivering vagina.
"Aaaaaauuuuugh! Oooowwwwooo!" she cried aloud at the new and vibrant sensations of unparalleled arousal swept through her feverishly hungry loins. These sensations were so all-pervading, so all-powerful that the young wife didn't even think of resisting the lewd exploration between thighs that were wide-spread in open invitation to the strange animal's warmly licking lingual member. She didn't understand, even later, why she allowed her openly splayed cunt to be so tantalizingly explored and invaded. All she knew or cared about at that moment were the fire-flames of incensed lust coursing through her aroused and frustrated young body and the ultimate, ecstatic cum that would soon be hers if only this beautiful animal-lover would not desert her as her own husband had done!
The young wife watched, mesmerized, as his wetly moving tongue began to lick greedily at the narrow pink slit up between her lewdly spread thighs. She trembled and moaned and groaned as he teasingly drew his long pink hotness up over the full length of her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, sending shivers of impassioned excitement chillingly through her loins. And then she lay back for the inevitable as his long, curling tongue speared into her softly yielding cunt, relentlessly spreading the nakedly exposed flesh until at last it slithered far up into her excitedly moistened vaginal cavern. Her breath caught in her throat as her body helplessly spasmed and shook and convulsed, her hips writhing and grinding salaciously around with uncontrollable frenzy in reaction to the wild, bestial caresses of this strange young animal's hotly fucking tongue. And he didn't, in the end, desert her as her own husband had but instead continued his frantic, erotic work as if he had been trained for nothing else but to lick cunt!
The dog's whimpering increased and so did the young woman's, their sounds mingling together into one long wail of abandoned passion. Her wine-glazed mind sunk deeper and deeper into the enchanted oblivion of the lust-incited passions aroused by the sensuously licking tongue of this handsome German shepherd and nothing else in the whole world mattered but his continued licking, sending hotly scorching flames of desire tearing through every fiber of her wildly quivering belly.
She didn't know how long it went on, only that it did. It was like passing through the imperial gates of heaven to be thus set afire by the hotly flicking tongue of this handsome canine lover. Her whole body rocked up off the mattress as her hips ground eagerly up to meet the impaling flood of the lewdly curling tongue fucking up into the clutching little mouth of her smoldering vaginal channel.
"Ooooooooh! Goooooooood!" the young wife cried, desperately striving, building towards the blessed and ultimate release of a fiery, violent erupting orgasm that already threatened to inundate her wildly rocking loins.
"Oh y-yes... do it... lick me... oh you big brute, lick my juices... touch me... taste me... make me cum! Oh God, oh please, make me cum... ooooooo!"
Joan, by that time, well knew what she was saying. She also knew well what she wanted-soul-satisfying, mind-blowing release. Nothing less would do. With desire-contorted face, she reached down now to close her small, trembling hands around Tarzan's huge ears, drawing his nose ever deeper up into her seething, cunt walls as she lifted her knees up and back, she pulled them all the way back up to the ecstatically quivering tips of her breasts, to allow his firebrand nose and tongue their fullest depth of heated penetration up into the hotly engulfing cavern between her lewdly upraised thighs.
Tarzan could easily sense her growing frenzy and he could also feel the desperate desire pounding through his own aroused loins. With renewed vigor he fucked his tongue again and again up into the eagerly clasping passage of her passion-drenched cunt, licking and swirling it salaciously around in the pinkly glistening folds of flesh between her hungrily grinding buttocks.
"Oh lick me! Lick me! Oh, God, yes do it... more... lick my cunt you big beautiful beast... lick me... taste me... lick me... y-yeeeeeeeeeeees!" the young wife cried as the dog's whimpers invaded her ears. Her face was now nothing more than a lust-contorted mask of excruciatingly agonized pleasure as he body rocked and swayed and her legs opened still wider to invite even deeper and more heated penetration of the animal tongue which continued to flick without mercy up into her hotly seething cuntal flesh.
Tarzan smelled as well as tasted the sweetly pungent human female genital flesh, the exotic aroma spurring his basic animal instincts to a frenzied fever-pitch. But even his keen instincts could not tell him what to do about the rapidly satisfied, to be eased of his flaming burden, was wrenching at his own body without mercy.
Joan cried out in desperate protest as his magnificently licking animal tongue at last deserted its erotic task, moving slowly away from the open invitation between her wide-spread thighs and vaginal lips. Her head flew up off the bed and her eyes, glazed with liquor and passion, could not focus for several long moments while her fevered loins cried out for more erotic stimulation, her pinkly glistening pussy quivering with lust-driven excitement. When her eyes finally obeyed her tortured brain, she could see that the huge animal had backed away several steps from the steaming passion between her upraised buttocks and thighs and then he meekly stepped a few paces forward and began to nudge at her hip with his cool, wet nose.
"What is it, lover?" the puzzled young wife panted desperately. "W-what's wrong... what do you want? G-God, you can't stop now... I... I... oh what is it?"
Then, as if struck by a bolt of lightening, the young woman understood exactly what the huge animal wanted her to do. He wanted her to turn over! He wanted her to lie on her stomach! Perhaps he sensed her sudden realization, perhaps not, but at that moment the handsome young dog nudged her again, emphatically pushing his long wet nose against the fevered flesh of her sensuously rounded hip while mewling little whimpering sounds wafted from his panting mouth.
Joan obeyed his implicit demand not out of fear but out of a desperate desire to fulfill her own abandoned lust, out of a screaming need to achieve her own sexual climax that had been so long denied her. She needed this animal now like she had never needed any man in her whole life, needed him and wanted him and wouldn't have let him go even if she had had the conscious choice! Like a docile female puppy the young wife rolled over onto her stomach, wondering what forbidden ecstasy of delight was yet to come from this loving, loveable brute. Instinctively, she spread her thighs wide again, and lay perfectly still, sensing his penetrating gaze and short, hot breaths roaming over the upturned cheeks of her smoothly curved ass.
Only fractions of moments had passed when the young wife once again felt the sublime rapture of the hotly curling dog-tongue traveling up and down the wide-splayed canyon between her now impatiently quivering buttocks and a new explosion of lust-incited sensation spiraled through her simmering cunt and belly. She felt his loving, hotly licking tongue exploring and caressing and hugging the pinkly glistening valley until finally it reached the thin, hair-fringed lips of her lustfully inflamed pussy, where it licked hungrily at the passion-flushed folds of soft vaginal flesh as if trying to taste all the pungent sweetness of her seeping vaginal juices before teasingly curling up inside the steaming channel.
"Oh God! God help me! Oooooooh!" Joan cried, encircled and ensnared in the wickedness and abandon of her reckless passion! She felt like she was about to lose her mind, as if her brain were about to explode into ten thousand tiny, irretrievable fragments! Even in her most vivid fantasies she had never imagined such scorching fires of pleasure, such sublime heights of erotic and exotic passions as the ones that were now running rampant through every nerve ending, every fiber of her nakedly writhing body! In her fevered imagination it felt like she was being transported to the very center of paradise again and again and again. Her own uncontrollable passion was sending her to the very brink...
But her thoughts were invaded just then by a vivid new sensation that crashed through her desperately hungry loins for her animal lover was suddenly nudging beneath her pelvis to lift her up into a kneeling position, his animalistic desire as clear to her as if he had spoken it out loud! She obeyed his gentle nuzzling, elevating her lewdly wide-spread buttocks and waiting on her knees, slave-like, for the dog to take his pleasure from her churning, steaming cunt that already throbbed madly in naked, undisguised desire for his animal-cock!
Tarzan then drew his thick, rough tongue again through the full length of her wet, fire-filled cuntal crevice while his human-lover gasped in tormented, agonized delight. Eagerly she strained to spread the rounded moons of her ass-cheeks still wider apart, her thighs trembling in eager anticipation of his lewd love-making. His long, spiraling animal tongue lashed out again with a hungry, greedy sweep, licking hotly through the wet inner flesh and flicking heatedly at the hungrily clasping mouth of her nakedly exposed vagina.
The dog was working purposefully now, anxious to inflame her already burning cuntal folds and once he was satisfied that her straining young cunt had reached the required heights of lust-incited arousal, he moved his muscular body up behind her trembling, ass-cheeks and rose up on his hind legs. Then his strong forelegs locked like a vice around her wickedly upthrust hips! God, he's actually mounting me like I was a bitch-dog in heat! the young wife screamed to herself as she turned her head to look back at her hungry animal-lover. God! He was getting ready... to fuck her! To drive that scarlet animal cock right up into the insatiably waiting walls of her cunt! He was going to mount her and fuck it to her as if she were a German shepherd bitch!
The young wife's desire-clouded brain whirled madly at the lewd and sinful thought of her nakedly spread cunt being fucked and cum up inside of by a huge, half-wild beast! The overwhelming sensations of his dog-tongue lashing and lunging around up inside her sensitive cuntal crevice blazed in her passion-drenched loins and overcome any reluctance her mind might provide. She groaned out in helpless passion as she saw in the dresser mirror the massive dog straddling her whitely rounded buttocks and a new quiver of sensual abandon rippled through her nakedly quivering loins in lustful anticipation of the impending invasion of his glistening, taper-tipped animal cock.
She reached down and back between her sensuously swaying breasts and widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery scarlet animal-cock to art her softly wafting pubic curls with its tip as she guided it carefully with trembling hands towards the blonde-fringed mouth of her hotly waiting venal hole. Without further delay the enormous animal humped forward, tearing the elongated rod of animal flesh from her quivering grasp and fucking it with the same motion up into her. "Ooooohhh God!" she moaned through desire-contorted lips as she felt it spreading its lips and walls wider and wider as his long hot hardness rippled through her softly yielding cuntal flesh!
The young wife's hips squirmed and churned hotly back against his brutal entry, pushing back to suck him deeper and deeper up into her wildly clenching cunt until, with a final, forceful fuck forward, his cock sank up to its fiery hilt in her obscenely stretched vagina! His heavy, sperm-bloated balls slapped lewdly down into the softly tickling strands of her pubic hair.
"Oh my God!" the young woman cried, abandoning herself completely to the renewed flames of scorching passion that gripped her trembling vagina and sparked up through her tremulously swaying breasts. Her wide blue eyes bulged wide but they saw nothing, blinded by all all-consuming blaze of her lust-driven passion. Now her wildly panting animal lover began to excitedly fuck deep up into her hungrily clasping cunt hole, with rhythmic, steady lunges pumping against her nakedly straining body from behind. Every savage, breast-rippling thrust brought new tremors of abandoned lust as the long, cardinal-red rod pistoned in and out of her wetly clinging cunt, her hips moving backwards in a frenzied greeting to this masterful invader. Wild waves of unparalleled desire rampaged through her nakedly undulating body like a cyclone as his ever-thickening cock screwed deeper and deeper into the lust-tortured confines of her greedily enveloping vagina! Furiously, as if goaded on by some sex-driven demon, his savage muscular genitals battered and thudded up against her eagerly straining ass-cheeks, his enormously enlarged shaft of scarlet cock-flesh sinking in to its full length up inside the warm, resilient walls of her eagerly absorbing cunt. Uncontrollable, passion wrenching wails escaped from the deeply impaled young wife's lips as the relentless pounding persisted as she rotated her desperately working buttocks back at him with a frantic, impassioned frenzy, grinding her hotly clenching cuntal walls back over the fully blood-engorged length of his heavily plunging animal flesh as his cum-laden balls slapped almost angrily down against the nakedly exposed tit of her clitoris below.
It could have been minutes and it could have been hours later when a blissful, sublime convulsion shook through her nakedly straining young body. Like a comet burning through the midnight sky, the rocketing spasm of unfettered lust bolted through her lust-crazed vagina and then traveled on a scorching path up from the tremulous depths of her belly to her pendulously quivering breasts. Sensing the sublime rapture of her exploding ecstasy, the dog fucking up into her from behind intensified his brutally pounding thrusts against the upturned nakedness of her widespread buttocks, his furiously fucking shaft of dog-flesh plunging mercilessly into the wildly sucking depths of her hotly convulsing cunt. The orgasm spiraled time and time again through her hotly seething loins and she wailed out loud as its inevitable shock waves roared like wild fire through her nakedly tremoring body.
The lust-driven dog heard her wild wail and took it as a signal to intensify his own efforts. A signal, however, that he didn't really need for his own lust-filled balls felt as though they were ready to explode with a fierce, fiery blast that would perhaps blast the human female forward and off her knees.
And then it happened! His hotly flaming animal cum burst like a rocket out of his testicles and traced a fiery path up through the entire extended length of his blood-red penis and spewed wildly out into her still greedily milking cunt. He succumbed helplessly as a hotly scorching spasm shook his limbs and his groins and with one last final thrust, his muscular rear end surged forward so that the fully bloated length of his heavily erupting shaft lay buried deep up inside the warm, wet softness of the woman's wildly milking vaginal walls...
At last it was over.
The enormous beast fell back, exhausted. But it wasn't long before the woman sat up and began to stroke softly at the hairy flesh of his belly. And soon after that he was repeating the tongue-lashing performance around the hotly steaming channel of her openly spread cunt that had so incited her at the beginning...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna Morton lay on the smoothly undulating surface of her giant waterbed, basking in the warm afterglow of successful sexual union. Her body still rippled with tremorous pleasure as she felt the now easy, gentle hands of her brother-in-law roaming tenderly over the satiny smoothness of her skin, first across her naked shoulders, then traveling down to the voluptuously sloping curves of her pink-tipped breasts, sending a renewed wave of delighted arousal through her naked body. With erotic tenderness his hands played over the soft supple skin of the smooth mounds, now and again the fingers tweaking and teasing the cherry-red nipples until they once again shot out in vibrant erection.
It wasn't until the roaming hands began to travel down the length of her smooth, flat belly that the beginning flames of lust-incited arousal began to spread through her loins. His teasing fingers stopped to caress her navel, then slithered easily down to the darkly curling grove of soft pubic hairs, his fingers becoming lost in their curling tendrils.
"Oh, lover, you really know how to turn a girl on," the voluptuously curved young woman whispered huskily. She whimpered audibly then when his searching hands finally found the pinkly glistening folds of her vaginal lips, already moistened by the inevitable passion-incited seepage of arousal juices. He fingered the tender, curl-fringed folds absently as she murmured and cooed, reaching out with her own hands to find the slowly inflating rod of male flesh growing from the blond forest of his loins.
Harry's mind had been wandering back to the absurd episode with his wife that afternoon. Now that his anger had abated and his sexual passions had been satisfied, he wondered if he hadn't been too hard on his beautiful young wife. After all, he had denied her, although unintentionally, the sublime release of volcanic orgasm, but damn, she had never been so close before. Well, of course, she had managed to climb to the heights of sexual arousal before, but never with such an all-consuming fire, never with such an overwhelming, abandoned lust! He had finally seen her responding and reacting the way he wished she would... and then what? Then he hadn't been able to hold back his own passions and had unleashed his scalding thick cum into her tightly clenching vagina before she had reached that ultimate and sublime climax herself! No wonder she had reacted so bitterly!
No wonder she had felt so overpoweringly frustrated that she had lashed out at him! Having finally discovered the true enormity of her own sexual desires, she had been, in the end, unable to fulfill those desires with the mind-wrenching, body-quaking ecstasy of complete and incomprehensible orgasm!
His remorseful thoughts were then invaded by the sound of his sister-in-law's voice, which had a peculiar urgency about it. She had sat up and was shaking her head violently, as if trying to deny some terrible, frightening truth.
"H-he's... gone!" she cried, the tears beginning to form around the corners of her eyes.
"Gone? Who's gone?" her young brother-in-law asked, obviously perplexed by her sudden shift of mood.
"Tarzan!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Donna?"
With a ringing, undeniable clarity, the young woman realized what must have happened. Her mind had wandered back to memories, blissful memories, of her afternoon in the forest with her loving lover-companion as Harry had been softly stroking her nakedly exposed genitals. It was then that she had turned her head to look at the dog, to pat him sympathetically on his enormous head and whisper encouragingly to him. But he wasn't there! Immediately, her breathing began to come in panicked, panting spurts, her chest heaving, her voluptuous breasts jiggling madly, her eyes beginning to cloud with tears. It was then that she had cried out.
"Tarzan! Where did he go? He was right here, right by the side of the bed-" And then with a stunning clarity it hit her! She knew exactly what had happened. Her handsome, loving animal-lover had run off out of jealousy! She had hurt him, wounded his pride and his male ego, she had broken his heart just as hers had been broken several times before... and he had run off!
"Jesus, woman, he's only a dog!" Harry exclaimed.
Her eyes turned to him, burning with fury at his callous remark. Only a dog! He was her lover, her protector, the only male in the world who had ever treated her with any kindness, any respect. And now he was gone! Gone! What would she do? How would she survive without him? Would he come back? Oh, if only he would!
"Get out," the angered woman screamed, blinded by her fury and the empty feeling of desertion that gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Then, her whole body sagged as if in abject resignation and she murmured almost under her breath, "Go on. Get out. Go back to your wife. She loves you, you know."
Her last words had an astounding effect on Harry Simon. He had just been thinking the same thing himself. His mind had just begun to realize what a fool he had been and how much and how urgently he loved his wife. And he knew that she loved him too, in spite of what he had done to her that afternoon. Surely they could get back together... surely he hadn't yet sealed his fate... the picture of her maturely ripened, voluptuous body throbbing in his skull... her nakedly quivering, crimson-crested breasts yearning for the warm wet caresses of his eager mouth... the soft pink flesh of her anxiously throbbing vaginal lips... and then those spellbinding words from his own sister-in-law... "She loves you, you know. " The young woman sat sadly on the rocking waterbed, her head downcast, her mind searching for clues as to where her beautiful animal-lover could have gone. She couldn't even send Roger out to look for him since she had so cheerfully given Roger the night off! What was she going to do? Where could she even begin to look for him? Oh, God! What have I done to you, Tarzan!
She was so lost in her unhappy thoughts that the sound of the door opening and the car starting barely penetrated her consciousness. Nor, some time afterward, did the sound of heavy male footsteps walking across her expansive living room...
"Hello, sweetheart! Told you I might be back some day," a familiar voice chirped through an obviously drugged or drunken fog.
Donna's head whirled round to see the towering figure of her handsome, bearded trombone player standing in her bedroom doorway, his face flushed above his beard, his hands arrogantly perched on his slender hips. Instinctively, the young woman pulled her diaphanous robe around her naked body and stared at the unwelcome intruder.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked with more surrendering resignation in her voice than the anger she was beginning to feel.
"What do you think I want? I want to fuck your beautiful little cunt again, that's what I want," he grinned, swaying slightly so that he had to hold onto the doorframe for support. It was only then that the raven-haired young woman noticed the two other bearded figures behind the first one. Each one had now stuck a hairy chin over Harry's shoulder and their eyes glared with undisguised lust at the nearly naked, voluptuously shaped body on the waterbed.
"You slimy bastard! Get the hell out of my house and right now!" Donna screamed, suddenly frightened by the prospect of three drunken men who could easily overpower her if they so desired.
"Oh... you don't really want me to go away, do you," her five-day ex-lover asked teasingly. "Especially not after I told my buddies here what a great fuck you are! I mean, we can't let them down, can we? I told them what a gorgeous set of tits you got... and they can see that for themselves right now, can't you, fellas?"
"Yeah!" they echoed in unison with salacious delight.
"See? What did I tell you? And besides, we've been so patient and so polite! We even waited until your boyfriend decided to leave so we wouldn't be... interrupting... any-thing!" he added mockingly.
The three young men now stepped into the room and slowly approached the cringing, crouching naked figure rocking on the waves of the enormous waterbed. One of the strangers was tall and thin, built very much like her brother-in-law who had just left. His face was almost thoroughly covered with a straggling beard and his hair hung down loosely over his shoulders. He had tiny dark eyes that seemed to be buried behind puffy cheeks, gleaming with incited lust at her nakedly trembling body. The other stranger was heavier, fair-skinned and fair-haired, his beard trimmed short just around his jawline. His eyes, too, were dark and mysteriously gleaming at her nakedly exposed vulnerability.
"Please... leave me alone," Donna murmured. "Go away. Just get out of here, will you?"
"Aw, you don't really want us to leave," the trombone player laughed. "And before I've even introduced you to my two friends here? No, that would never do!"
With swaying steps they approached relentlessly and a quaking fear rippled through Donna Morton's body. Every muscle in her nakedly exposed body tensed as her ex-lover fell heavily onto the bed and grabbed at her robe, which he then tossed aside as if it were a soiled rag.
"Hi, lady! Let's see... the big blond fella there is Joe... the other one, his name is Floyd... and then there's me," he added drunkenly. "You used to call me 'lover-boy'... but I guess now you can call me... Tommy!"
Donna Morton looked from one to the other of the three strangers before her eyes whose intentions were unmistakable. And also unavoidable. She knew there would be no escaping for her, that any one of them could easily overpower her into complete submissiveness. Oh, where was Tarzan! He would protect her! Oh, if only he hadn't run away!
It wasn't long before the three young men were naked as well and for once in her life, Donna Morton found herself petrified by the sight of the already excited male organs of these three. Her remorse for Tarzan had disheartened her and now those three spears were pointed straight in her direction and her feeling of helplessness, added to the abject regret, made her tremble violently, her nipple-capped breasts quivering on her heaving chest, her about-to-be-ravaged vagina trembling in anticipation of her inevitable entry that was soon to come.
"Look... I... I " the defenseless young woman stammered. "You're not... not going to... "
"Not going to what?" Tommy laughed. "Not... not all three of you at one time? the quaking young woman ventured, not sure that she wanted to hear the answer after all. "What else?" Floyd responded.
"Listen, baby, we're experts at this," Joe offered. "Believe me, you'll be climbing the walls before we get through with you!"
"Come on, come on, enough talking. Let's do what we came here to do," the dark-haired Floyd cried out impatiently, his eyes glazed with a burning lust.
"Yeah, she's ready and waiting for us, ain't you, baby?" Tommy hissed. "Been making it with her boyfriend and now she's ready for more! We can fuck her any way we want!"
"I want her cunt," Joe exclaimed, his hand slowly stroking his huge bulbous penis into threatening rigidity.
"Yeah, and I'll take her asshole," Tommy grinned hungrily. His tongue lashed out to swirl around his parted lips as he turned to the remaining member of the tribe. "Guess that leaves you with her lot little lips, Floyd!"
Donna cringed down on the bed in horror as the threatening, lewd words crashing through her brain. My God! They were actually going to do that to her, all three of them at once! Oh my God, Oh Tarzan, where are you? If only you were here... you would protect me, I know you would!
"Say, Floyd, come on round here and hold her for us until we both get our pricks into her. Then you can let her suck you off, " Tommy said, his words shattering against her tormented mind. Could nothing stop them? No, the young woman knew it would be useless to plead. Her only hope was that it would all be over as soon as possible.
Tommy walked round to the other side of the bed and she felt the waterbed rock under his weight as he rolled her over onto her stomach and pressed her face tightly down into the soft sheets of the bed. Then she felt the heavy fleshiness of his familiar cock insinuated in the soft, yielding crevice of her vulnerable buttocks as he rolled half onto her naked body and began to smooth his hand over her nakedly exposed skin.
"Mmmmmm... she's as soft as silk," he murmured, his big hand moving up to clutch at a melon-shaped breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking the rosy nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, what a tit!" he exclaimed happily. "Feel that, boys!"
They followed his instructions implicitly, each one in turn and harshly while Tommy's middle finger found her defenselessly open cunt from behind, playing with it, teasing it, tracing maddening circles around her sensitive clitoris, then at last thrusting teasingly up into her soft, yielding vaginal flesh. Hands were suddenly all j over her nakedly cringing body, kneading and pinching at her breasts, worming into her wretchedly squirming cunt... but none were as cruel and lascivious as Tommy's, who forced her tighter and tighter down onto the undulating mattress, spreading the soft, spongy cheeks of her buttocks apart and taunting without mercy at the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
"God, what a gorgeous ass! Oh boy, I can hardly wait to get in there," Tommy mumbled.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Floyd cried eagerly. "Fuck her! Fuck into her asshole! Shove your cock right in there!"
And then, with quivering dread, Donna felt his powerful hands opening the soft, trembling cheeks, drawing the spongy buttocks apart even further. She clenched the smooth, ivory spheres and tried to hold them together, but it was a useless effort. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes and as he pressured her ass-cheeks further apart she could feel the cool night air brush over the tightly clenched mouth of her vulnerable rectum. Tears suddenly began to flow down her flushed cheeks as she heard the three young men gasp together while Tommy's torturing finger teased at the rubbery rectal opening. A sharp, abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the penetrating finger up to its first knuckle joint. The muscles of her creamy buttocks clenched again and her anal passage gripped defensively as his finger continued to try to worm its way up into the darkly mysterious depths of her rectal passage.
Tommy, grinning like a Cheshire cat above her trembling, softly rounded buttocks, declared, "Hey, look at that little asshole suck up onto my finger, will you?"
"Let it grab onto your cock, for Christ's sake," Joe sputtered. "Ram it into her, why don't you! We're about ready to shoot out our wads back here!"
"Hey, you guys, we got all night, remember? What's the hurry? Besides, maybe if we're real nice to the little lady... she'll ask us for more when this is all over! Won't you, baby?"
But he didn't wait for an answer. Again, that lewdly salacious grin crossed his face and he thrust his plunging finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to the palm of his hand, causing the young woman to grunt painfully from deep in her chest. It was then that he began the smoothly rhythmic fucking motion, sending his plundering finger in and out of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm, velvety passage in preparation for the massive thickness that was yet to come.
Finally, in hopeless desperation, Donna relaxed in resigned surrender. She only wished that they would hurry and get it over with, that her tormented resignation would help her through this hopeless ordeal. In the mirror of her dressing table she could see clearly as she lay flat on her stomach with Tommy's strong muscular young legs locked between her smoothly tanned ones, holding them apart and exposing the nakedness of her loins to his lustful gaze. She couldn't help but gaze in subject fascination into the reflected images in the mirror. And then she saw him draw the heavy foreskin back over the crimson-tipped head of his penis, pointing it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum which he had already stretched and prepared with his mercilessly probing finger.
Yet again his hands spread her trembling buttocks wide apart, then he rolled further onto her nakedly exposed back to slowly press the blood-bloated head of his cock down into her moistly quivering, openly vulnerable vaginal lips. Her whole body shook with a shiver of dread at its contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the fully extended length of his lust-hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her widespread ass, its throbbing head poised to leap like a demon into her snug, unwilling anus. Then, unable to take her bulging eyes from the reflected images in the mirror, she watched as he raised himself on his young elbows and pressed his hips forcefully forward, aiming the crimson-capped head of his cock directly at the cringing mouth of her anal passage.
Then, she felt it in all its enormity. She felt it pushing relentlessly against her unwilling anus and she gaped, wide-eyed into the mirror to see the brutally stiffened, blood-pulsing cock suddenly pop like a cork through her tightly clenched sphincter muscle.
"Christ! Get it out! You're hurting me, damn you!" she cried, her face flushed and covered with salty tears.
"Hey, relax, baby. It'll feel better real soon. Just relax. Soon you'll be enjoying this as much as I am," Tommy responded.
She tried to relax, tried to ignore the momentary pain searing through her rectum as she watched in the mirror-the now grotesquely stretched orifice began to give a little more, spreading obscenely, slipping up over it like a custom-made glove and absorbing the probing tip of his anxious cock. The pain spread through her like wildfire, despite her efforts to relax which she knew would be her only salvation. In the mirror she could see Tommy's triumphant grin just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half the hardened, fleshy rod into the softly velvet channel of her vainly clenched rectum.
Her groans somehow became clogged in her throat as automatically the satiny orbs of her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the depraved and unwanted assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each protesting movement of her tortured body, Tommy's massive, turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately unwilling and vigorously objecting asshole.
"Hey!, Floyd! Hold her shoulders down-I gotta lift her ass up.," Tommy hissed from between tightly clenched teeth.
The young woman then felt two pairs of hands moving on the nakedly sweating flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being firmly held, unable to struggle as Tommy lifted her whitely shimmering buttocks up into the air, his knees moving in between her lusciously fleshy thighs to push them wide apart, spreading her already stretching ass-cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his cock its deepest possible penetration into the warm dark confines of her rectal corridor. She felt warm tears trickling down her red-flushed cheeks as the pain spread from her cruelly invaded rectum through her quivering belly and once again her eyes locked onto the vividly obscene images in the mirror. Now the desire-inflamed faces of the other two young men moved in closer towards her licentiously upraised buttocks to watch the heated rod of thick, hard flesh that was slipping inexorably deeper and deeper into the soft, warm depths of her defenseless rectum. And then, all of a sudden, with a loud, smacking noise it sunk incredibly all the way in until his heavily swaying balls slapped hard down against her naked flesh.
Mercifully, she had stopped struggling, realizing from long experience that the only way to escape the mind-splitting pain was to either lay as still as possible, or to cooperate fully, which, at the time, she was incapable of doing. Yes, the only way to bear the lust-incited assaults of these cruelly savage young men was to relax all her muscles so that they would satisfy their carnal passions and be gone as soon as possible. Although the pain from Tommy's asshole impaling penis was almost unbearable, she tried not to move knowing that any movement from her at all would only suck him in deeper into her tightly protesting anal canal.
The helplessly invaded young woman groaned again, a groan which she couldn't stifle, as again the pitiless picture of her own debasement was reflected in the all-seeing mirror. She tried to focus her mind on something more pleasant... some other lover she had enjoyed to her passionate utmost... some other time in some other place... Tarzan! Again, her thoughts flew to her lover-companion and the way she had shamefully treated him, neglected him, causing him to run away from her. Oh, Tarzan! Oh, God, please come back! Please!
But her wildly reeling thoughts were interrupted just then as she felt the enormous cock pushing solidly into her now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width of her ravaged back passage. She felt Tommy's strong young hands, too, as he gripped at he sensuously flaring hips while he fucked and rammed into the darkly mysterious depths of her futilely cringing asshole. Each new thrust brought with it a new wave of scorching pressure and the discomfort unleashed agonizing groans from deep in the naked young woman's throat. The sheet under her face was by now soaked with the water of her tears and she could see in the mirror as he plunged into her defenselessly upturned ass with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of his wildly pulsating cock right up into her ovally stretched rectum until she could feel his cum-bloated balls buffeting each time down against her tightly straining cunt below.
Her eyes still locked on the lewd images reflected in her mirror for all the young men to see, she watched as the one named Joe climbed onto the bed and then she felt the water beneath her roll even more vigorously from the weight of this additional young man. She felt him now squeezing at one ripely swaying breast and trace his desire-driven hand down her naked body, pulling and kneading at her softly resilient flesh-and then she saw it! His blood-pulsing, turgidly hard cock standing out like some proudly erect tree-trunk from the blond forest of his pubic hair!
"Hey, let's flip her over so I can fuck her cunt!" Joe called to his cohort Tommy who was mesmerized, his eyes riveted on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thickly pulsing penis from the mercilessly skewered passage.
"Hey, baby, are you ready for the old double-fuck," he asked, smiling down at her tapering back. "Believe me, you're gonna love this! But then, this is nothing new to you, is it, baby?"
Her only reply was an agonized glance, knowing that there was no use in protesting this impending torment. She knew she couldn't fight for it was useless for a small but well-developed woman to succeed over three strong young men. And she would have screamed, except that she realized no one in the world would hear her! Thoughts of escape flitted through her dazzled mind but she knew that was a futile hope. Nothing, nobody, could save her now!
Suddenly, she felt Tommy grasping at her hips again and rolling her over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of his muscular young naked body, bringing another helpless groan of pain and surprise from her fevered lips as he lay outstretched beneath her. Her smooth, hollowed back pressed down against his furry young stomach and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his own and his blood-throbbing cock lay meanwhile buried still to its entire, elongated length deep up in the vainly straining depths of her deeply impaled asshole. She was hopelessly skewered on his heavily pulsing cock and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Vaguely, she began to feel as of she didn't want to do anything about it... hazy, incoherent stirrings of desire somehow dissolved into her bloodstream through the blinding pain... faint tremors of reluctantly awakened passion began to creep into her loins...
Then, in the mirror, she saw Joe grinning like a lewd satyr, crawling on top of her, forcing his strong young thighs in between hers and Tommy's, spreading her legs even farther apart and aiming his hard impatiently jerking cock to fuck it quickly into the moist, pressure-stretched channel of her invitingly glistening pussy.
"Oh, God! Oooooooooooh! Please!" the young woman moaned as the new invader wormed up into her still cum-slippery cunt until she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls slap hard against the open cheeks of her helpless, trembling buttocks, joining the other spearing cock sunk to its hilt in her tightly cringing ass. She whimpered helplessly, the pain rippling through her nakedly quivering body... then mingling somehow with a strangely aroused passion... until her cry became one of agony mixed with creeping pleasure. She could feel the heated throbbing twin cocks as they plunged their fiery way into the narrowly separated orifices, each reaching deeper and deeper into her tender young body divided only by a tissue-thin layer of flesh separating her cunt and asshole.
Floyd was watching now in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust. His hands went automatically down to his own heavily aching hardness and began to massage it with smooth even, pumping strokes as his mouth watered and his eyes bulged at the sight so licentiously displayed before him. He saw Joe now fucking into the young woman's hotly spread pussy with an almost angry rhythmic fucking motion while Tommy's hips undulated up and down from lifting all three of them practically off the bed, as his own wildly fucking cock plunged in and out of the warmly darkened anal passage with abandoned delight from below. Finally, the two young men fell into the rhythmic cadence that pounded the helplessly naked girl between them like a battered rag doll.
"Man, I've never seen a double-fuck like this," the beady-eyed young man groaned, his eyes still locked on the obscene sight. "What a fucking you guys are giving her! I'll bet she never had it so good before!"
He bent over now so that his face was only a few precious inches from the young woman's wide stretched genital openings like the desire-driven pistons that they were. His breath almost stopped in his throat as he watched the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling apart with Joe's cock an the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back up inside again as he fucked in again, deep up into her nakedly quivering belly.
And the same sight came to his eyes when he directed his gaze to Tommy's thickly plunging hardness as it sucked and pulled out of her, drawing the soft pink ridges of her tightly clenched asshole with it, then wetly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her helplessly quivering buttocks. He knew he couldn't wait another minute. The salaciously exciting adventure now being enjoyed by his two comrades had excited him to already threatening heights of passionate arousal and if he waited any longer he would cum right then and there, without ever having received his end of the bargain!
Donna flung her head now from side to side, her mind a dazzled maze of confusion. The discomfort sweeping up through her nakedly trembling body, being ravaged by the twin plundering of two relentlessly driving cocks, was slowly, somehow, melting into a slowly creeping desire that she could feel crawling relentlessly through her loins. All her energy was concentrated down there now, concentrated on the wetness and slipperiness down there between her hopelessly splayed thighs. Her mouth opened and closed in torment as those two great holes were being drilled mercilessly and she tried to squirm up or clench her smoothly rounded buttocks together to contain the pain but then she realized quickly how useless an effort that was... and anyway... that strangely growing arousal prohibited her from protesting too strenuously.
Yes, it was true. Her body and her mind were slowly adjusting to the dual driving forces down there between her thighs and suddenly, it was almost beginning to feel good! Yes, almost...
It was at that moment that the young woman felt a hand entwined in her hair, guiding her flushed face to one side, and then there were powerful fingertips opening her mouth and a smooth, rubbery cock-head teasing against her parted lips. She opened her eyes to see the third man's thick hardened penis about to crash into her face. This, at last was what she loved best of all! Now at last she would have a cock to suck on until she couldn't suck and longer! She relaxed her lips then and let the lewdly grinning young man open them with his fingers and slide his impatiently throbbing cock far up into the warmly moist saliva of her willing engulfing mouth. She could feel it, hot and pulsing, sliding up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its fleshy rigidity. Floyd held her face firm with his strong hands and began a slow, rhythmic fucking into her mouth, causing her at first to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its full elongated length disappearing up between her tightly ovaled lips.
Suddenly, the pain and humiliation began to subside and a strange new tingling, lustful sensation took their place in the young woman's mind and body. The very thought of herself being brutally fucked at every bodily entrance by three strong young men at the same time, lewdly began to excite her, causing a strange desire-driven hunger to begin swirling in her belly, and from around the vibrantly throbbing cock fucking into her tightly clenching lips, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Her slowly awakening, nakedly sprawled body began to undulate, her hips rocking back and forth, her cuntal and anal muscles consciously clenching against the hard, lust-powered cocks of flesh pummeling into her ravaged genitals.
She moaned again and her moistly glistening lips tightened around the massively thick cock fucking into her warmly accepting mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Floyd's hard, vicious drives, and suddenly delighting in the touching of its pounding veins and wrinkles as her tongue lapped voraciously at the throbbing, blood-filled head, its tip searching for the tiny split at the end. At the same time she felt her own creamy smooth buttocks moving downward against Tommy's up-thrusting cock digging into her nakedly exposed rectum, and then forward and upward to suck in all of Joe's passionately pistoning cock into her now insatiable, warmly clinging pussy. A "sudden wild flood of desire-ridden, sublime ecstasy raced like wildfire throughout her whole writhing being and nothing mattered at all except the three lust-hardened cocks fucking into her every bodily orifice and she rocked crazily, like a woman possessed, to meet their demonic assault, to suck them all into her madly delirious body as far as they would go.
Yes, yes, she wanted it! Wanted the one they called Floyd, to cum into her throat, to swallow the sticky, bittersweet pungency of his masculine young cum! Wanted Joe to flood out into her hotly aching cuntal cavern with every last ounce of his precious sperm-laden fluid! Wanted Tommy, the deserting bastard, to fill her writhing rectum with every tiny ounce of cum left in his balls!
Floyd didn't keep the anxiously rocking young woman waiting for very long. His wildly jerking cock burst like a gushing hose, shooting thick streams of the scalding white liquid deep into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from gagging on the great continuous jets spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in voracious, quick gulps, fastening her wetly glistening lips like a vice tightly around the cumming cock, afraid of losing even one single molecule of the precious scalding male fluid. Even so, small trickles dribbled out from the corners of her mouth as young Floyd groaned and rolled away from her, his rapidly deflating cock slithering limply from between her still feverishly grasping lips while thin, sticky trails of the white glimmering semen stretched from her lips to his cock as it slowly backed away...
Her mouth now free, she parted her lust-moistened lips and cried "Oh, yes, fuck me, boys! Damn you bastard! Fuck me good... hard... yeeeeeees, pleeeeeeeeeezzzzzzz! Oh, harder! Damn you!"
At the sound of her madly passionate wailing, the two young men fucked ever more furiously into her lushly exposed genitals, and she fucked them back with the same wild abandon, the same grinding fury, stroke for stroke, as they continued to ram and slam into her cunt and her asshole, all three of them now moaning with a savage, ecstatic sexual abandon.
She knew just how to provoke a man into wildly frantic action and that was exactly what the nakedly writhing young woman did! The salacious thought of being fucked by two powerful young men while the thin dribble of white cum of another still filled the warm recesses of her hungry mouth suddenly drove her into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust, all the more so because, at the beginning, she had been the unwilling object of their lustful desires. Now, she couldn't get enough of it, couldn't have enough of their elongated thicknesses plunging into her greedily sucking cunt and her tightly clutching asshole. Her mind exploded with wild visions of pagan... desire... nothing... else... mattered... nothing else existed but the unholy, ecstatic sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling, churning belly.
"OH! Cum into me! Spill your cum into me now! Fill me! Fuck me! Shoot it into me all together! Owwwwwwoooooooo!" she wailed like an untamed savage, the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracting like a tiny sucking baby's mouth around the thickly turgid cocks slamming like lust-crazed demons into her.
And then, Tommy began shouting obscenities which Donna was too delirious to hear and at that second, her naked body writhing and twisting with a lewd recklessness between the two desire-crazed men, she felt a hot boiling river of thick cum shooting deep up into her greedily clenching rectum as her own sublime orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of ecstatic rapture jetting through her like a shooting star. She could feel every throbbing sensation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its full load of white creamy liquid into her still sucking bowels. And then Joe! Joe grunted and rammed his madly jerking cock as far up into her wildly clasping cunt as possible and she kicked her legs up and back as high as she could, groans sticking in the back of her throat, as his demonically pulsing prick let loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of rapturous ecstasy overwhelming them all...
When at last it was all over, their joint panting filled the air for a long time. Finally, Joe rolled his long thin body from between her still splayed legs, his limp cock slipping from her flooded vagina like pulling the cork from a wine-filled bottle. Then, Tommy lifted her nakedly tremoring body from his, his cock popping out with a loud wet, sucking sound from her sperm-flooded rectal passage. She was lying there alone, exhausted, rolling on the sensuous waves of her waterbed, her legs still obscenely spread as they left her, the fresh night air suddenly pouring in over her hotly naked body like a soothing salve.
"Not bad, Tommy. Not bad at all," Joe smiled as he stood nakedly by the bed, staring down at the young woman still sprawled nakedly out on the undulating waves of the waterbed. "No, not too for the first round!"
"Would I steer you wrong?" his bearded friend replied, a lewdly lecherous grin slowly growing again on his lust-flushed face.
CHAPTER NINE
Harry Simon stumbled from his car to the front door of his house, still a little foggy-minded from the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed that afternoon and evening. His thoughts crowded in on one another, memories of his brief liaison with his voluptuous sister-in-law, images of his curvaceous young wife nakedly writhing on the soft cool green summer grass as his own blood-filled cock plunged into her warmly moist vagina. Yes, he loved her, no questions about that, and he hoped fervently that she wasn't still angry with him.
It was just after he had crossed the threshold of the front door that the unmistakable sound of heavy, panting breathing reached his liquor-clouded mind. He reached to support himself on the nearby wall and strained his ears to listen. What the hell was going on here? Knots formed in his wretched stomach and then he heard his wife's unmistakably sex-filled voice crying into the night.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, darling! Aaaaauuugh!
Owwww, fuck me! Ow, lover, drive it into me! Now! Hard! Harder! I-I need it so badly!"
Abruptly, the young man bolted towards the open door of the bedroom where a dim light cascaded onto the bed from the open bathroom door. He knew damned well that the voice he had heard was his own wife's passion-crazed voice... and what she said must mean that there was someone else in there with her! Someone with a lust-hardened cock who was about to ram it up into the steaming channel of her frustrated cunt! A rage boiled up inside Harry's rapidly reeling mind as he staggered forward to confront his unfaithful young wife. Damn! What had gotten into her anyway? He had never heard her use the word fuck before, much less ask for it!
The sound of her ragged breathing continued to invade his consciousness as he stumbled along towards that half-open bedroom door, clinging to chairs or tables for support along the way. When he arrived at last and pushed the door, his eyes and mouth flew open wide, and a startled cry of shock stuck in his throat. That dog! That was Donna Morton's great German shepherd! And he was fucking his long scarlet animal cock deep up into Harry's preciously pure little wife's hotly spread cunt! Her hips were raised obscenely up in lewd, slavish acceptance as the enormous animal fucked into her from behind like he would fuck into a bitch in heat! And... and... damn her, she was enjoying it... begging for it... loving every obscene stroke!
The young husband nearly toppled over in his boiling rage and were he not so drunk he might have had the strength and the presence of mind to strangle the brute along with his wife which is what his masculine instincts told him to do. However, he merely froze there by the door, sick with outrage, nauseated with sickening anger as his eyes locked on the nakedly writhing body of his beautiful young wife kneeling lewdly, down on all fours and impaled almost to the tits on the long smooth length of the thick, turgid dog-cock... and then, suddenly, as he moved inch by inch closer to the bed... she saw him. Her eyes flew open in fright as her long blonde hair spilled over her passion-flushed face.
"Jesus, woman... what in the hell are you doing? Damn you!" he cried, his hands flying out in all directions.
But she didn't respond.
"For Christ's sake, Joanie, what in God's name is this all about? How in the world... " he stammered, unable still to believe what his eyes told him was true.
"This... is... fucking! Satisfaction! Pleasure! Call it what you like," she muttered through her passion, her hips not missing a beat and wildly rocking back to meet each new thrust of the passion-driven animal cock.
"What's the matter with you, woman?"
"Nothing... not now. You left me... alone... and now... at last... I'm getting really fucked!" she panted, her eyes glazed with unparalleled lust.
Before he could say anything more, Harry saw his wife's creamy white buttocks begin a frenzied grinding back against the massive animal's loins and he could see that cardinal-red rod of dog-flesh plundering into the pink, hair-fringed pussy lips, glistening with lust-aroused moisture, of his own beautiful young wife! The dog, unmindful of his presence, fucked forward until his whole lengthened pole was sunk into her seething cunt up to its hilt, his balls slapping heavily against his wife's nakedly heated flesh, and then pull back so that only the scarlet tapered tip remained clutched in the warm fragrance of her vaginal entranceway.
And then, through his alcoholic daze, through his stunned surprise, he heard his wife again.
"Oh fuck me, you brute! Show my husband how to really fuck a woman crazy, darling!"
Harry thought he would go out of his mind! Here was a scene more depraved, more degenerate, more goddamned obscene than any he had conjured up even in his most vivid sexual fantasies! And it was his own wife! His very own precious, previously reluctant wife! Here she was, nakedly kneeling on her knees, giving herself willingly to a damned dog! What the hell was she trying to prove, anyway?
It was just as he was beginning to ponder his own last question, trying to figure out what it was she was trying to prove-to herself or to him-when she cried once again invaded his consciousness.
"Yeeeees, fuck me! Ooooooh! You big beautiful beast, let me have it! Give me all of that handsome young cock of yours! Ooooooaaaaaugh!"
Yes... that was it... she was trying to show him something... trying to show him that she had at last discovered her own sexual identity... she had at last discovered the inexhaustible limits of her own sexual desires... and he, her own husband, Harry Simon, had let her down! He had aroused her new-found desires until she was virtually on the brink of her first truly successful sexual orgasmic explosion... and he had left her! Without her own satisfaction! No wonder... no wonder... yes...
The young husband's eyes were locked and his mind mesmerized. He saw the powerful dog's thickly throbbing cock and felt his own begin to stir with life inside his trousers. The continued sounds of her moans and groans and of the masterful dog's whimpering nearly drove the young husband out of his mind with a new boiling desire bubbling in her excited loins. As she continued to cry and writhe before the fiercely fucking dog, the young husband began to tear off his own clothing until, totally naked, his turgidly alive cock standing at attention and ready for action, he moved slowly closer to the bed where his wife rocked nakedly back against the muscular loins of the lunging dog.
"Hey, babe... I... I," Harry muttered, whispering close to her ear. "God, I'm sorry! It's all my fault... but, damnit, woman I love you so much!"
Joan almost melted at her husband's earnest declaration of love. Yes, he must really love her if he can still say so after seeing this, she thought. And oh, I love him, too! Need him so badly! And I want to feel his strong young cock inside me! Just like this animal-cock is fucking inside me right now!
The young wife's eyes were visually caressing her handsome young husband's rapidly rising cock as the thoughts of love spiraled through her lust-crazed mind. He was kneeling before her now, his thickly hardening cock only inches from her face. Still feverishly undulating her cream smooth buttocks back against the massively turgid cock of her dog-lover, giving herself still fully to his deliriously pleasurable fucking, the young woman suddenly realized what she had to do! Yes, she had never done it before... but she would do it now! For the very first time with her own wonderful husband!
"Darling," she stammered, "Give me your cock, Let me... let me... love it... darling! Oh, please, let me!" she begged, seizing his thickly pulsing organ with her eager hands, wrapping her slender fingers around its growing hardness, feeling it jerk excitedly at her touch. Gently, she slid back the foreskin of his uncircumcised penis, feeling it pulsating madly in her hand, its moist bulbous head pounding with blood-filled life. The touch of it thrilled her and she stroked it lovingly, watching the warm white pearl of seminal liquid oozing out of the tiny slit in response to the tender stroking of her instinctively knowledgeable hands.
Tarzan, meanwhile, continued his mad pumping action behind the nakedly kneeling woman. At the first sight of this human man, the one who had so unceremoniously invaded the privacy of Tarzan and his mistress, a growing anger had begun to churn in his belly. His first instinct had been to jump onto that man, attacking him viciously and without mercy... but he knew he couldn't so anything until he relieved the aching burning in his muscular animal loins, until he had finished his appointed erotic task with this voluptuously fucking back woman before him.
Eagerly now he clung with all his might to the milky smooth hips of the wildly passionate woman, rapidly thrusting his thickly throbbing male organ deep up into the innermost recesses of her warmly seeping cuntal flesh. As he watched, he saw the man's rigidly erect cock growing longer and thicker while the woman's hands wrapped around it, stroking and caressing it with loving intensity, the sighs spilling out of her wetly glistening, lusciously parted lips. When he saw her take it in between he anxiously pulsing lips, a new surge of animalistic excitement surged through his own loins, especially when he saw her small pink tongue lap out from between those lust-moistened lips to lick tantalizingly at the ballooning head of that man-cock! Now, his anger abated because he recognized that this strange young woman was only doing to the man what his own wonderful mistress had done earlier that day to him! Now, eagerly whining and whimpering with all his aroused passion, he lurched forward and fucked deeper, deeper up into the warmly soft depths of the young woman's desperately straining cunt.
A new erotic joy rippled through Joanie's nakedly grinding body as she felt the increased frenzy of her animal-lover's new furious passion and tasted, at the same time, the hotly throbbing cock of her own dear husband. She drew in her breath and flicked out her pinkly moistened tongue, licking madly around the bulbous tip of her husband's ecstatically thrusting cock, lapping up all its seminal juices as fast as she could do so. She swirled her tongue around it slowly, tantalizingly, while Harry twisted and groaned before her face with abandoned delight and a new wild erotic shiver swept through her nakedly churning body as at' last her tongue-tip found the small slit at the head of his enormously bloated cock. She smoothed her hands along the rock-hard length of flesh until she reached its thick base, where her fingers became lost momentarily in his blondly curling pubic hair until they at last came to rest on his pendulously swollen balls. With new tremors of ecstatic excitement crashing through her loins, her tongue busily swirling and lashing around the hotly pulsing prick, her fingers gently kneaded the elastic skin of his sperm-laden balls. Wild crashes of sublime pleasure and erotic rapture lurched through the young husband's now eagerly pumping loins as he felt the first warm touches of his wife's fingers on his passion-filled testicles.
Harry now began a slow undulation of his powerful young hips, fucking the thick, turgidly pulsing hardness in and out of his wife's wetly glistening lips with a slick, wet suction as she sucked madly at his thrusting presence. He watched with lewd fascination the puffing and hollowing of her cock-bloated cheeks as he fucked in and out of the warmly moist regions of her willingly succulent mouth, her own head beginning to work back and forth on the invading cock with a demonic fervency. Her entire curvaceous, satin-smooth body quivered in aroused ripples as Tarzan's animal-cock speared again and again in and out of her hotly, steaming cuntal passage from behind while her husband's elongated, blood-bloated cock rammed in and out between her lush lips in front.
She tried to cry out around the plunging prick in her mouth but the groan of sublime ecstasy caught in her cock-impaled throat.
She felt a wild new chilling thrill at the thought of being simultaneously fucked in her cunt and her mouth by a mammoth beast and by her own loving husband. Never before had she imagined such sublime, erotically exciting pleasure! Never before had she felt transported to such exotic heights of unrestrained rapture! Never before had such intense, immensely satisfying sensations swept through her inexperienced young body! She wanted to hold on to this moment, hold on tight to the spiraling thrills that raced like lightening through her hungrily undulating cunt, through every fiber of her urgently straining being! Oh, those two beautifully fucking cocks, each one on the brink of spilling its hot, sperm-filled juices into her, into either end of her nakedly hungering body!
Through her fog of rapturous delirium, she heard her husband cry out.
In the next split-second she felt his wildly jerking cock gushing out its steady stream of scalding thick white cum and she desperately struggled to swallow the flooding semen. It poured relentlessly into her viciously sucking mouth and rushed down into her contracting throat like a tidal wave spilling onto the shore. She felt her cheeks hollowing and puffing as she tried to swallow the full flood of hotly spewing liquid, sucking wildly at the same time to milk out every last ounce of precious fluid. His hands now wrapped tightly around her head as his churning, spilling sperm spewed deeper and deeper into her hungrily greedy mouth.
The hot liquid splashing creamily into her mouth instantly triggered Joanie's own impending orgasm. She thrust her nakedly writhing ass-cheeks back as hard as she could against the lust-impaling cock of her animal lover, wanting the full length of his long hot hardness fucking into her wildly spasming, cunt! Every muscle of her body tightened and jerked as she felt the erotically exciting release of her own disastrously intense climax exploding deep down in her loins then screaming up through the pit of her belly and surging out into her nakedly quivering, nipple-capped breasts. She continued to gulp and suck at the now deflating cock in her feverishly milking mouth and continued as well to thrust her hips forcefully back against the now wildly spewing cock of the massive German shepherd while his insanely frantic loins fucked hard up against the smoothly grinding cheeks of her ass.
She knew nothing now, felt nothing except the unbelievable bliss of her overpowering, mind-wrenching orgasm. Time melted all around her and space dissolved into the erotic infinity of her own unrestrained, tumultuous passions as they stampeded wildly through her nakedly spasming body. Her young husband couldn't believe as he watched the intensity of her orgasm overwhelm her completely, her eyes fixed open in a desire-clouded daze, her mouth hanging open in a soundless scream, her fists tightly clenched, her warmly flowing cuntal juices mingling with those of her exploding animal-lover, trickling down along the insides of her nakedly jerking thighs...
* * *
The following morning, Donna Morton sat disconsolate on her sun deck, a half-smoked cigarette hanging lazily between the fingers of one hand while the fingers of the other clutched at a glass of orange juice heavily laced with gin. Tarzan was gone! Gone! He hadn't come back last night at all! Not even after Trombone Tommy and his cohorts had left her!
They had gone, finally, at some time during the night which the voluptuous young woman couldn't fix. Perhaps one in the morning... perhaps four... it had all been a muddled mire of unleashed passion in her mind and her lust-drugged mind hadn't been functioning too well. She didn't know whether they would come back or not, and at this point she didn't really care.
All she did care about was her wonderful animal-lover! Tarzan! Where could he have gone to? She had already called the police and the animal protection society just in case he had been picked up while roaming dejectedly through the streets or the woods... but he hadn't been. A great empty loneliness crept through the young woman's belly as she recalled the warmly loving eyes that had so pleadingly looked up at her... the massive, hairy body that had snuggled up against her warmly welcoming nakedness... the moistly glistening scarlet cock as it slid out of its protective sheath and into her urgently sucking mouth... oh Tarzan! Oh, please, come home! Come back to me, Tarzan! she cried to herself as two tears began to fall out of the corner of her eye.
She heard a knocking at the front door but remained still, puffing on her cigarette, knowing that Roger would answer it. At first her body had tensed as she thought that the person at the door might be bringing Tarzan home! But then, she realized with growing dejection that nobody knew Tarzan belonged to her except Roger and Harry. No one coming across such a handsome animal in the woods or in the town would know that he belonged to her both as a lover and a companion. No, it couldn't be someone bringing Tarzan home... so who cared who it was?
Suddenly, she heard him! The friendly animal bark of her beloved Tarzan! She flew out of the chair, dropping both her cigarette and her glass, and turned towards the glass doors that led into the living room and there he was! The handsome German shepherd loped with a great stride across the immense living room and out onto the sun deck, jumping up at his beautiful dark-haired mistress and almost knocking her off her feet! His long pink tongue raced out from between his massive jaws and licked at her face, her arms, her naked legs... and she wrapped her slender arms around his huge neck and buried her face into his furry neck.
"Oh, Tarzan! Oh you big beautiful beast!" she cried, not even noticing the handsome young couple standing next to her.
"I'll say he is!" Joanie said slyly, looking down at the loving greetings being exchanged between her older voluptuous sister and the enormous dog.
Donna looked up, startled at first, but then her face melted into a beaming smile. Because the knowing, almost lewd smile of her sister told her everything at once. Yes, that's where Tarzan had been all night! That's why he didn't come home! He was too busy elsewhere...
Donna looked up at her sister with an equally telling grin. "Thanks for bringing him home. He's a wonderful dog, isn't he?"
"Indeed, he is," Joanie answered, laughing.
"Yeah, we liked him so much," Harry added, "that we're thinking of getting one of our own. Real soon," he concluded, smiling knowingly at his curvaceous young wife.
Tarzan sat by the side of his mistress, his great limpid eyes shining in affection and delight while his rough-skinned tongue licked eagerly at her naked legs beside him. She looked down at him with mock-sternness, tenderly patting his head as she spoke.
"I was very worried about you last night you know. You shouldn't have run off like that, you big brute. But then... " and now her face was lit by a beacon-like smile, "... well, as long as you keep it all in the family, I guess it's all right!"