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Subject: Animal Antics 011 (01/11)
Date: 6 Oct 1996 02:27:09 GMT
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ANIMAL ANTICS 011

Chapter 1

   "Will that be everythin', ma'am?"
   "Hm?"
   Linda Albright stood on the porch of her aunt's ranchhouse, staring at
the reddening sun as it dropped slowly behind the mountains.  The air was
so clear here in the high desert.  The sky so much bluer than in L.A., the
landscape far more dramatic.  Why couldn't she enjoy it?  Why couldn't she
simply lay back, run the ranch and enjoy the wild beauty of this
countryside instead of thinking of that awful itchy heat concentrating in
the furry bundle 
between her legs?  She sighed, closing her eyes, feeling her strength
being sapped away.
   "I asked, if you want somethin' else."
   Linda opened her eyes and pushed away from the wooden porch support
she'd been resting against.
   "No, no, Hank.  That's enough for today.  Tell the boys thanks for
everything . . . for helping me out," Linda said, smiling at the tall
dark-haired hand shuffling his feet in front of her with hat in hand.
   It had been difficult at first, taking a leave of absence from her
teaching job in Glendale to come out here and help her aunt after Uncle
Jim had died.  The ranch was so big, so complicated.  Thank God they had a
competent foreman and six good hands to do the actual work.  It had been a
slow, painful learning process for Linda.  But being an intelligent young
woman of twenty-four, she finally managed to learn some of the ropes of
the game.  And after the first month Linda began actually to enjoy living
out here, working with the men, learning about the cattle business with
all its problems and rewards.  There were times when she even thought of
leaving her teaching job altogether in Glendale and setting up shop here
outside of Riverside.
   But then she thought of the isolation here, of the temptations!  All
those men, all wanting to fuck her.  Yes, they wanted her up against them,
letting them squeeze their pricks through her cuntmeat.  Linda read their
eyes, could feel what they were thinking as she passed them by in her
tight-fitting Levi's.  They wanted her, but were afraid to do anything
because she was the boss, the owner.  That alone saved her from the crude
remarks she was so used to getting back in Los Angeles.  There were the
off-color remarks, the groping in public busses, even obscene phone calls
now and then in the middle of the night from men too cowardly to face her,
telling her how they wanted to put their mouths on her pussy and suck her
cunt until she went crazy.  How she hated all that, wanted them to leave
her alone.
   And yet there was another part of her that relished all the attention,
riveted her ear to the phone, made her nipples stand up and itch like mad
when she felt those fingers sliding over her asscheeks in the bus.  Her
mother had done her job well, frightening Linda out of her wits at an
early age about men . . . and especially about fucking.  But some part of
her had escaped those dreary moral lectures.  Some part of her was waiting
for the right moment to assert itself, to demand to be satisfied no matter
what.  Linda shivered, rubbing her upper arms with her finger tips.  Hank
was still standing in front of her, looking a little uneasy.  Linda
frowned, wiping her sweaty palms on her dress.
   "Is something wrong?"
   They had just repaired the fencing on the north property.  Linda wasn't
sure the ranch could stand another major repair bill until the cattle
selling began next month.
   "Uh . . . no, ma'am, it's just that . . . well . . . there's a dance .
. . kinda a dance, guess, over in town this Thursday.  It's lots of fun -
all the folks gettin' together and havin' a good, clean time.  And . . .
and I thought you might be interested in goin'. . . with me."
   Hank was her foreman, and a damned good one at that.  He had a way with
the men as well as with the cattle and horses that amazed her.  She had
thought of him as a valuable employee - and nothing more than that.  Now,
as he stood there with the sun setting behind him, Linda saw him in a new
light.  She ran her gaze over his broad shoulders, his powerful chest,
that handsome, tanned face, then down to his crotch.  It was too dark to
see anything.  But, to her embarrassment, Linda realized she was wondering
about his cock.  Was his prick long, short, thick, skinny?  Except in
books she'd managed to sneak into the house, the woman had never seen a
man's prick.
   "Ma'am?"
   "Uh . . . well, I'm not sure," she said, finding herself a little
confused at the thought.  What would it be like to be in a man's arms -
this man's arms?  She had all those erotic fantasies, those terrible,
wonderful dreams of men holding and touching her.  But in these dreams men
never had faces, never seemed to materialize completely.  Here was someone
very real indeed boldly asking for a date.  "I . . . I think I'd enjoy
going, though.  It sounds like fun."
   Hank smiled, nodding his head rapidly.  "Sounds good, ma'am.  I'll be
around here at seven, then, pick you up."
   "Sounds good, Hank.  Good night," she said, feeling herself growing a
little breathless.  Again she found her gaze sweeping over his body,
settling on the spot between his legs where his prick was.  A rush of
chilly heat raced through Linda's cunt.  Damn, what was she doing?  Was
she throwing herself right into the lion's den by accepting that date?  Of
course she could always break it.  This was Tuesday evening.  The dance
was at least two days away.
   "Good night, ma'am."
   Linda sighed once more, turned, and went back into the empty house. 
Just one week ago her aunt had had a mild stroke - nothing serious, but
bad enough to require her to be hospitalized for at least several weeks. 
That had left Linda alone to run the business, having to extend her leave
of absence, and making her feel terribly alone and vulnerable.  The men
had been wonderful in helping her out.  But still she felt as if her world
here were about to explode at any second.  And the explosion wasn't only
her worry about her business sense.  Aunt Jane had been her walls of
protection against herself, that other self twisting and screaming inside
her, trying to escape and take over.  With the older woman gone there was
nothing external to prevent her from . . . doing what?
   She closed and locked the front door behind her, leaning against the
molding with her eyes cinched shut.  
   Perhaps she should call her younger sister Janice to come up for a
visit.  The girl was such a wild one, running with boys all over town.  At
twenty the girl was a sophomore at Cal State Los Angeles, still giving her
mother gray hairs with her wild escapades.  What was done to Linda in
sexual repression somehow had no bearing on her sister.  Yes, she'd call
Janice up tomorrow.  The girl was on spring break.  She was sure her
sister would enjoy coming out here and going riding.
   Besides, Janice would be the company she needed right now in the house
until she could get a better grip on herself.  Right now things were so
foggy, so . . . so confused!
   "What!" Linda jumped nearly out of her skin when she felt something
cold and very wet brushing up against her leg.
   At first the woman thought it was a trick of her imagination.  But,
peering down, she saw the big black and gray-body of Chad, the
three-year-old German Shepherd her aunt had purchased just before Linda's
arrival for protection.  Linda shivered, drawing her hands up and pressing
her fingers against the base of her throat.  She had never liked the
animal.  He seemed too independent, almost threatening whenever she was
around.  Aunt Jane had difficulty controlling him and often spoke of
getting rid of the animal when she had more time.  Perhaps Linda wouldn't
be going out of the way in helping her aunt sell the beast ... or sending
him off to the pound.  Did they have a dog pound here?  She was sure they
did.  In any case, he wasn't going to spend the night here with her. 
There was something awful in the way he was staring at her now, pushing
his shoulders against her legs, panting against her knees.
   "No, you ate already.  I fed you earlier," Linda said as the dog whined
through his nostrils, nosing her behind the knees.
   Linda gasped, her eyes widening.  Why was that touch doing such strange
things to her cunt?  It was crazy, insane for her to be feeling arousal at
this point.  But that was all she could call it.  Arousal!  She had felt
it once or twice, especially the night when Greig Hansen had tried to fuck
her!  Yes, the one time, the very first and only time a man had almost
gotten to her, had almost fucked his cock into her pussy.  It had taken
all her strength to push him away.  Since then no one had even tried. 
Linda thought of that and suddenly felt terribly empty and a little sick. 
Had she thrown her life away so far?  Was she turning into a cynical old
maid?
   "No, Chad!" she snapped, slapping at the dog.
   He was mouthing her ankles now.  This was going far too far!
   "Out you go," she said, turning around and opening the front door once
more.  A gentle cool breeze came from the north, stirring her long blonde
hair.  The animal paused at the doorway, twisting his proud head around
and looked up at the woman.  Linda stiffened.  There was a kind of
near-human intelligence in those dark-brown eyes, an intelligence that
made her flesh crawl.  "I said go out."
   Chad whined some more, then barked, backing into the living room. 
Linda stared wide-eyed at the animal.  He wasn't obeying her.  He wasn't
obeying her at all!  Usually she and her aunt had some difficulty in
making the dog obey.  But in the end they had their way.  Now Chad was
deliberately disobeying her, denying her as it were!
   "Chad!"
   He stretched his forepaws in front of her, assuming that wolflike proud
manner that had made Linda so nervous in the first place.  She felt
something like fear begin to rise in her throat.  She could always call
back Hank.  Linda was certain he or some of the others were still around. 
They usually stayed around the bunkhouse some hundred yards down the dirt
road.  They would hear her cries and would come running.
   "Ohhhh . . ."
   But she would feel so silly, unable to control her own dog!  She would
never live it down.
   "No!"
   Chad was swarming around her ankles, sniffing her, mouthing her legs,
panting heavily against her flesh.  It was so strangely good, feeling that
touch, that warm, wet, silky touch of his tongue!  Linda closed the door,
relocking it.  No, she wasn't going to call Hank for help.  She stood
there, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what was going to happen next. 
Perhaps it was only this light tickling tonguing!  She liked it . . . she
. . .
   "No!"
   Linda knew why she liked it!  She knew why she wanted that dog around
her.  The excitement racing through her cunt had reached a fever pitch
now.  The animal was actually exciting her, arousing her the way Greig
Hansen had done that night in the back seat of his Ford.  But this was
different, far different.  This was an animal, a dog touching her, licking
her, making her pussy feel so warm and wet and tight.  She felt her cunt
swelling, felt those fat pussy-lips folding over one another while her
cunt walls fluttered with anticipation.
   "No . . ."
   She slapped downward, trying to get the dog away from her.  But Chad
ducked back, whimpering through those black nostrils again.  Linda felt
she had to get away, up to her room perhaps, away from the pursuing
animal.
   "Get . . . get away from me, Chad!"
   She ran through the room, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. 
The animal followed, making a growling noise in his throat.  Again he
nosed between Linda's legs as she reached the stairs.  Closing her eyes,
she rested against the banister, her fingers tightening around the smooth
polished handrail.  If her aunt and mother could see her now!  If they
could see her standing there, aroused by a German Shepherd, fighting down
sexual excitement because a 
dog was sticking his snout up her . . . it was too disgusting for thought!
   "No!"
   Bending one knee, Linda kicked out at the animal, her sandal flying off
her foot.  Again Chad ducked, barking as the shoe flew past him.  She
watched breathlessly, watched his pointed ears pricking forward, watched
his head tilting upward.  He was smelling something.  He was smelling
her!  She could tell it!  He was smelling her aroused pussy, sniffing the
musky odor flowing from her cunt.  That awful muted growling noise came
from his throat again.  He was looking at her as a possible . . . a
possible mate!
   "Oh my God!" she gasped.
   Her mind whirled about in horror.  A mate!  She would have rather died
than let something like this happen!  She would pitch herself out the
window before letting that damned dog touch her!
   "Damn you!" she spat.
   Turning around, Linda raced up the stairs, feeling the sexy rub of her
cunt lips against one another and her rising pink lump of clit-flesh. 
Reaching the top, the frantic woman turned around and saw Chad pause for a
moment at the foot of the stairs.  Then, with a loud bark, he raced up,
his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth.  No, no, this
was awful, too sick for words!  She heard the scratchy thudding of his
paws as he reached the first landing, turned, then began racing up the
remainder of the stairs toward her.
   "Oh God!"
   Backing away, the woman stumbled over a rip in the rug, regained her
balance, then turned and began racing once more for her room.
   "No!"
   The dog was faster, reaching her before she had a chance to get near
the opened bedroom door.  In a moment she felt him threading his way
between her legs once more, preventing her from moving forward.  She
stopped, covering her eyes with her hands, feeling her knees buckling once
more as the German Shepherd licked her all over.  He was touching her
behind each knee, wetting her with that wonderful slick tongue.
   "This can't be happening . . . it just can't be!" Linda whispered.
   Biting down on her lower lip, she fought for control of her mind.
   "I'm losing my mind.  I'm going crazy if . . . if I let this go on,"
she whispered, hoping the sound of her own voice would somehow lend her
some courage, some strength to escape from the animal.
   But nothing happened along those lines.  Instead she stood there in the
darkened hallway, listening to the sounds of her own labored breathing,
the sounds of the dog's tongue smacking against her flesh.  For a moment
Linda thought this must be a dream, another one of her vaguely erotic
dreams 
that made her shiver so when she awoke to find herself alone in bed.
   But the touch of Chad's mouth, the bristly brush of his snout over her
ankles told her otherwise.  This was all too true, all too vivid!  The big
black and gray German Shepherd was there next to her, petting her with his
tongue, knowing full well what he was doing.  Linda stretched out one hand
for balance, feeling herself pitching and reeling from side to side.
   "No, no . . ."
   She was back against the wall, her shoulder blades pressing against a
picture of a man and a horse, one of those silly things her aunt had
purchased at a swap meet years ago.  The frame rattled against the plaster
as Linda fought with herself and the animal now crouched between her white
shivering legs.  Wonderful jolts of heat sliced into her clit, making that
tiny nub quiver with delight.  And what was making her so aroused?  Again
the thought of having an animal licking her, touching her like that made
Linda groan.  It was wrong, horribly, terribly wrong.
   And yet how could she stop him and, more importantly, stop herself? 
Chad's nose was shoving up higher and higher, moving the hem of her skirt
up.  And in a moment his nose was pushing hotly up against her panties,
shoving the nylon up against her crotch.  The sensation, that wonderful
feeling of the wet soppy nylon crotch panel being pushed into her pussy by
the dog's nose drove her wild.  Panting, gasping, the frantic blonde felt
the nylon rubbing sensually over her puffy cunt-lips.
   "Chad . . . ohhhhh!"
   Why couldn't she get away?  Why couldn't she find the strength and
courage to kick the animal out from between her legs and rush to her
room?  The door was only ten feet away.  Surely she could make it in, slam
and lock the door behind her to keep Chad out.
   "No, oh I can't . . . I just can't."
   It was becoming hard for Linda to breathe.  She was wheezing and
panting almost as hard as the dog.  Linda reached out and grasped
frantically at a light fixture mounted to one side of the picture rattling
behind her.  The world was coming to an end for her!  The dog butted his
head up against her thighs, forcing them farther apart so he could lick
her cunt more easily.
   "Oh, ohhh . . ."
   Linda rolled her head against the wall, closing her eyes, feeling hot
tears of shame rolling down her cheeks.  Wrong, wrong, so very wrong!  She
could feel his tongue licking over her buttocks now.  In a moment Linda
felt the silken material of her panties quickly soak through with doggie
spit, making it so much easier for her to feel the roughness of the
animal's tongue against her pussy.
   "Horrible . . . horrible," she gasped, opening her eyes and peering
down at the animal.
   She could smell herself now, actually smell her 
arousal.  That was what was making Chad so crazy, so determined to hold
her there and lick.  He liked that, liked that smell, the taste of her
fuck juice as it oozed from her fuck pit and soaked down her panties.  He
was an animal, a lusting animal aroused by her smell.  And how she hated
him!  How she absolutely hated him for doing this awful thing to her! 
What would her aunt say if she were to find out this sort of thing went on
under her roof?
   But who would tell?  The dog?  Linda choked out a laugh, ending it in a
groan as Chad began to get more insistent about his licking.  Oh, where
would this all end?


CHAPTER 2

   "No, Chad, no . . ."
   Again Linda had tried pushing the animal from her, kicking him.  She
had driven her toes into his furry, powerful chest.  The big German
Shepherd backed away only for a moment, twisting his head around and
snapping those powerful jaws at her retreating foot.  Linda screamed,
drawing her leg behind the other.  She had heard that snap, that awful
crunch of those criss-crossed fangs that could snap a small animal in
two.  She shuddered, wondering if he would attack her if she weren't more
cooperative!  The thought made her head reel.  A dog . . . a damned,
stupid dog telling her what to do!  How the world was turning upside down
for her!
   He was so insistent too . . . so strong and insistent and
overwhelming!  And now he was stretching the nylon away from her body. 
She felt the surface of that tongue grazing one exposed cunt-lip.  Too
far!  He was going far too far!  Touching her pussy was too much.
   "Stop it . . . damn you, stop this . . ."
   Gasping from the unbelievable hot tickle she was experiencing, Linda
shoved her hands down to cover the exposed hot flesh.  Chad growled,
licking her fingers, nuzzling at them with a hot eagerness that stunned
her.
   "Oh no, no . . . you can't be doing this to me, Chad, you . . . you
can't . . ."
   Her cry ended in a moan of delight.  Yes he could and he was doing it. 
That tongue kept curling around her fingers, trying to get around to the
prize, to her hot tender virgin pussy.  Linda found herself thinking about
it one more time, about letting the animal touch her some more without
letting him really do anything.
   But standing there in the hall, letting him touch her cunt with his
tongue was going too far by most standards.  
The frowning face of her mother suddenly floated in front of her, those
terrible words condemning her if she were to let a man touch her echoing
through her mind.  But this wasn't a man.  What would her mother have to
say about a dog?  Again Linda choked out a laugh.
   "Ohhhh . . . uuuuhhhh . . ." she moaned.
   Linda tried kicking at the dog once more.  Chad was ready for her
again, backing away, then jumping forward when she nearly lost her balance
from that blow.  There was the sudden scalding pressure of his tongue as
it brushed over the elastic leg band of her soaked panties, peeling her
cunt-lips apart.  That sensation, that touch of his tongue against her
pussy-meat nearly brought her to her knees!  Her shoulder blades banged
heavily against the frame, knocking the picture from the wall.  As it
crashed to the floor behind her, temporarily startling the animal, Linda
felt her knees shaking mightily.  One wet lick had rubbed over her clit,
making the woman bite down hard on her lower lip and draw blood.  Yes, she
had to punish herself, punish herself for feeling something this good
coming from this unnatural situation.
   For it was unnatural.  Nothing seemed real, nothing seemed right any
longer.  She had never heard of a woman doing something like this.  Well,
she had heard of it, but the women doing it were always fictionalized joke
characters or those awful whores south of the border who did it for the
money.  Horses!  Donkeys!  Now there was something she could try!  If the
dog didn't satisfy her, she could always go down to the corral and . . .
   What am I thinking of? she asked herself.
   Had she lost her senses?  The clouds of her excitement broke for a
moment and Linda saw herself as a sick, perverted woman doing the worst
thing possible to satisfy her lust.
   "Away . . . get away . . ."
   But Chad pressed harder.  She felt her asscheeks tight against the
wall.  She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't seem to make him stop. 
Again Linda raised her hand to strike the animal.  And this time when the
animal ducked back she pushed herself forward, staggering awkwardly toward
her bedroom.  He couldn't do it in there, not in her room, not when she
locked the door.
   "No!"
   The animal pursued her, snapping at her ankles, threatening to bite
her.  Somehow Linda managed to kick him away, sweep into her room and slam
the door before Chad could get in.
   "Oh thank God, thank God," she moaned, leaning against the door, her
hands still pressing against the wood.
   Linda gasped and panted, her face red with passion, her clit throbbing
like a burning red jewel while fuck juice dripped down her shivering
thighs.  She was away from the 
dog, but how she wanted his touch!  How, even now with her body pressed
against the locked bedroom door, she wanted the German Shepherd's tongue
caressing her hot, drippy slit!
   "God help me, it's so wrong, so wrong," she sobbed, jamming her
whitened knuckles in her mouth and trying to drive those horrible,
delicious feelings from her mind.  There was the feeling of Chad's soft,
warm furry body rubbing against her ankles, the feeling of his tongue
sloshing in and out of her pussy while her clit burned with desire.
   What was she doing?  Oh dear God, what was she doing?  Linda heard Chad
whimpering and barking outside, heard him stretching against the wood,
felt him butting against the door.  He wanted in.  He wanted to get at her
cunt again, to lick her silly.  In a second she felt her fingers closing
around the brass doorknob, tightening, starting to twist it around.  Was
she going to open the door, let him in?  She was dizzy with confusion,
uncertainty.  Again Linda stopped, biting down on her sore lower lip,
feeling the awful morality of the situation.  Then another rush of hot
flashes seared her cunt.  Her knees were trembling as she finally twisted
the doorknob all the way, defying her moral side.  The dog barked happily,
rushing in too quickly for her to stop it now.
   "Ohhhhh God, forgive me," she whispered as the dog swarmed around her. 
Linda stumbled in the gathering darkness, unsure of her footing.  The
other sandal came off.  Standing there by the queen-sized bed, she
hesitated, then crossed her arms and pulled off the jersey, reaching back
around and unsnapping her bra.  It was like getting in bed with a lover. 
A lover!  A dog lover !  Linda sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her
chest tighten at the thought, No, that was letting her mind go too far. 
She couldn't think like that, not if she wanted to keep what sanity she
had.  Reaching down, the woman unbuttoned her skirt, stepping from it,
tossing the garment in the corner with her other clothes.
   There would be no thought, no thinking about her mother, about her
wilder sister who undoubtedly would have thought something like this
deliciously kinky.  There would be no thought of Hank, of her aunt who
would undoubtedly have reeled back in horror.  No, there was only her and
that dog, that wonderful, awful dog now climbing onto the bed and edging
toward her.
   "Oh, ohhh . . ."
   How much more comfortable, how much more sexy this was, lying there in
the soft bed, the mattress caressing her half-naked body, the springs
squeaking and groaning against their double weight.  She wiggled backward
on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress while her fingernails
clawed at the coverlet.  The dog was panting, his ears pricked forward,
his eyes glistening almost evilly in the dark.
   "Ohhhhh, Chad . . . this is wrong . . . wrong . . ."
   Her voice sounded so small, so cracked and hollow in 
this small room.  She gasped, feeling the velvety surfaces of her pussy
exposed, feeling them rubbing together as she wriggled higher on the bed. 
Chad jumped forward, his forepaws hitting her thighs.  It was such a wild
feeling, such an overwhelming sensation that Linda nearly fainted from the
delicious sensation.
   "Ohhhhh . . ."
   His nose rubbed up against her hot cunt mound, pressing the warm
flesh.  Linda cried out, snapping her head back, feeling her long blonde
hair sweeping over her shoulders and lower back.  He was whining, wiggling
his strong body back and forth as he crouched above her on the bed.  What
a pair they made!  The woman and her dog, her pet, her lover!  Linda held
her head with her fingers, petrified with horror.
   There was no going back now.  She had made the choice, had invited him
here into her room.  And now she had to pay the price.  He was touching
her with his tongue, making her stomach buck with fear.  It was an unnamed
fear, but one that nevertheless made her cry out.  Why wasn't she striking
him or screaming?  Why wasn't she trying to kick him away as she had in
the hall?  All she could think of was that wonderful slick touch against
her flesh.
   Slowly, gradually, the fear eased, turning into something else,
something unrelated to terror.
   "Chad . . ." she murmured through a haze of passion.
   There wasn't a threat, a horror in her voice anymore.  As the seconds
ticked by, Linda was becoming more and more aroused by the panting German
Shepherd.  She twisted her body from side to side on the bed, found
herself grasping at the coverlet and nearly tearing at the material as the
hot tension in her cunt increased.
   "Uhhhhh . . ." Oh how lovely, how wonderful.
   The dog was going crazy now that she had surrendered completely to
him.  His tongue slopped over the sensitive flesh of her upper and inner
thighs.  Each lick was bringing her higher and higher along the sexual
plane toward orgasm.  She could feel floods of her buttery fuck juice
seeping from her fuzzy cunt pit, wetting down her cunt hairs and the dog's
snout.  It was a wonderful, delightful friction.  Her knees fell apart
more and more.  What a delicious sensation it was to feel her cunt-lips
unstick and peel back.  Chad growled and dropped his head a little
farther, licking at her outer pussy-lips.  And then he was nuzzling his
snout between them, his paws braced on her spread thighs.  In a moment,
the woman realized he was smelling her, smelling her the way she'd seen
dogs sniff one another in the fields!  Somehow that knowledge excited
Linda even further!  Gently and oh so delicately Chad was moving his
tongue around and around her cunt, petting her clit, slopping his tongue
back down into her ass-crack, then edging it up toward her cunt once
more.  In a moment she felt the whole lower half of her body wet with
doggie spit, slick with his spittle as she pranced her ass wildly in the
air for more.
   "Uhhhhhhhh . . ." she groaned.
He had grown tired of moving his tongue around the soaked narrow band of
nylon separating him from her pussy.  Drawing back, Chad opened his mouth
and began nipping at her panties.  Linda screamed, jerking up, curling her
fingers into two fists and beating at the handsome dog's head.  She could
hear the material tearing, ripping under his fangs.  But the big dog
wasn't put off.  He kept tearing and pulling at the briefs, wrenching his
head as if he'd captured some small animal.  The pink wet nylon tore more
and more.  Chad was growling louder . . . not an angry growl, but one of
incredible excitement.  In another moment she felt the panties hanging in
velvety shreds around her ass and belly.
   "Oh . . . my . . . God!"
   The excitement of that last moment drove away the last shred of fear
the woman had.  She didn't care what was happening now.  She knew the
animal between her legs.  She knew it was a German Shepherd licking her,
drawing more and more floods of juice from her cunt.  The hunger of her
body, the need for that wild, lovely friction kept her from revolting from
it at the moment.  Now all she thought of was the sensation, the sheer,
animalistic sensation of Chad's tongue going over and over her cunt,
making it burn crazily!  How her mouth had gone dry!  And it was hard for
her to draw in a shuddering breath.  Her moans became louder, more frantic
while her naked legs beat at the mattress.
   Linda felt her hands reaching down to her belly, searching for the
dog's pointed snout.  She felt with her fingers at the squishy, hairy mess
between her thighs.  And then there was his tongue, that wonderful tongue
lapping back and forth, wetting down her pussy, pushing her cunt curls up
and sticking them down until they were all pointed up toward her jiggling
tits.
   "Oh yes . . . Jesus Christ in heaven!" Linda tensed her thigh and ass
muscles, moving her butt up, giving the dog more of her cunt to eat.
   Chad sensed her growing excitement and whimpered excitedly through his
nose.  Now he was licking the bottom of her ass with his tongue, lapping
back into the hot split, then drawing his tongue forward.
   This couldn't go on forever.  Linda could feel her cunt muscles winding
up for a big climax!  She could feel her clit vibrating, straining up from
the surrounding moist cunt flesh.  Never, never had she felt anything like
this before in her life!  Even when she was at home alone playing with
herself in bed - that forbidden finger-fucking she'd somehow managed to
enjoy in spite of her mother's terrible warnings - the sensations drawn
from that compared little to this onrush of sensations.
   "Ohhhhh . . . ohhhhhh God, God, this can't . . . can't be happening to
. . . to meeeeeeeee!"
   The animal's tongue was petting her clit once more.  Linda thought she
would die when he kept sticking that oral 
organ over and over her sputtering clit.  She bounced her ass frantically
on the bed, hearing the headboard slapping violently against the plaster
wall.  She didn't care if the damned bed shot through to the other room. 
She didn't care if again and again the mattress squeaked and groaned,
perhaps telling someone outside the window what was going on in the
house.  All Linda cared about was that terrible itchy ache between her
thighs was now growing to an excruciating throb.  She could feel her cunt
walls buckling in from the rising heat, could feel them spasm.  She felt
the muscles cramping, trying to grab onto the animal's snout as if it were
a cock!  Yes, a hard, stiff cock, one like Hank probably had dangling
between his legs.  Again she thought of the handsome foreman and another
rush of chilly heat lapped up her thighs.  Linda was throwing her head
from side to side, the hair tangling around her throat as she gasped and
babbled toward orgasm.
   Pitching on the bed, bucking her ass against Chad's jaws, she felt his
fangs cutting her slightly.  That acute ticklish sensation brought more
babbling groans of pleasure from her throat.  She was going to die, just
going to die from this kind of intense pleasure!  People couldn't stand
this kind of excitement without or dying right there in the sack!
   "Ohhhhh God!"
   Lights flashed in front of her eyes.  Shoving her hand down once more,
Linda raked her fingers over his fur, pulling the whimpering mutt harder
against her pussy.  She was going to make it, going to cum with a frenzy!
   "Cummmmm!" she yelled.
   How she had wanted to shout at times when her finger fucked in and out
of her cunt, her knuckles toying with her clit, making her grunt and gasp
mere feet away from her sleeping mother.  She had managed to restrain
herself then.  But now there was no one in the house.  And the throbbing
ache between her legs was so much more intense than before.
   "Cummmmmm!" she shouted again, whipping her legs against the mattress,
then drawing her knees up and hugging the whimpering German Shepherd
lightly.  It was going to be a mindless rut, a wild whorish ride through
climax!
   "Huhhhhrrr!  Huhhhrrr!  Huhhhhrrrr!" Linda found herself growling like
a dog herself, tossing her head, feeling her hair whipping over her face.
   Her legs were filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the flames
licking her thighs the way Chad's tongue was.  Bucking her body so wildly
she thought she might knock the dog off, Linda cried out one more time,
the cords sticking from her throat while her fingers held tightly onto the
dog's big head.  Cumming!  She was cumming, actually cumming in the dog's
mouth!
   "Yaggghghhhhhh!" she screamed.
   It was so deliciously good, so wildly intense!  Linda jerked like a
speared fish, shoving her fingers into her 
cunt and feeling the muscles convulsing and clasping while Chad whimpered
and licked her shaking knuckles.
   When it was over, she opened her eyes again, finding the big dog off
the bed and curled in one corner.  He was licking his cock gently, his
head bobbing back and forth, his attention focused on that thing between
his legs and not on her.  Linda rose, feeling so dizzy and spaced out. 
She watched Chad for several seconds, feeling a little sick.  She'd done
it, actually let a dog bring her off!
   "Oh . . . my . . . God!"
   More tears flowed.  Shaking her head from side to side as if that would
somehow change what had occurred, Linda slid off the bed, padding across
the hardwood floor and opening the door.  Chad stopped his licking, raised
his head and looked questioningly at the naked woman.  Linda paused for a
moment, then rushed from the room, stumbling through the hall until she
reached the bathroom.
   "What have I done?  Oh my God, what have I done?"
   Linda kicked the door closed and flicked on the light, staring at
herself in the cracked cabinet mirror over the washbasin.  Her mouth was a
little swollen, her face red while her hair hung in blonde tangles all
over her neck and throat.  She could see that her body was still aroused. 
Her nipples were still long and red, sticking straight out from the
surrounding flesh.
   "I'll get rid of that dog tomorrow," she whispered to herself, reaching
down to the tub and turning on the water.  A shower.  A good, cold shower
would help.
   And then?
   There would be no more.  It was over.  She had slipped, made a
mistake.  It wouldn't happen again.  No, it wouldn't!  Clenching her teeth
together and stepping into the tub, Linda swore she would see herself rot
in hell rather than let Chad touch her.  Never again!



ANIMAL ANTICS 011

CHAPTER 3

   "So what about it?  Is this place a stud farm or isn't it?"
   "Janice!"
   Linda sat at the other end of the kitchen table, a glass of juice in
her hand.  The question had caught Linda off-guard.  Janice was sitting
opposite her, sipping her coffee nonchalantly, staring at her with those
blue eyes.
   "Well, I've heard all those stories about the men who work on the
ranches . . . you know," she said 
confidentially, setting down her coffee and leaning forward with a wicked
smile on her lips.  "And I thought . . . well, that my sister was being
cared for, especially since Aunt Jane's out of the way for a while."
   Linda nearly blanched.  It was all she could do to keep from giving
away her terrible secret.  That night Chad had attacked her she had phoned
her sister, nearly begging her to come up.  Janice had arrived late
Wednesday night, the two of them chatting quickly until fatigue and guilt
forced Linda to call time until Thursday morning.  Now Janice was sitting
opposite her, leering at her, making jokes while she felt her life
crumbling.  And this was the night Hank the foreman was supposed to take
her out to the dance!
   "Well, you can put all those stories out of your head, Janice," Linda
said stiffly, setting down her juice glass on the plate with a clatter. 
"Nothing's happened here, and nothing's going to happen.  I was just
feeling very lonely and . . . oh, I don't know," Linda said impatiently,
waving one hand in front of her face.
   "I can understand how you might feel lonely up here, Linda, but with
all those handsome studs out there . . . someone like me would . . . well,
have a good time and run the ranch," Janice said, narrowing her eyes and
broadening her smile.
   Linda sighed, feeling somehow less a woman than her sister.  She had
always felt that way.  Janice had always had the men, had had the dates
while she sat at home and felt her pussy tighten and burn.
   "Have you . . . fooled around any?" Janice asked after a moment or two
of silence had passed.
   "No," Linda said firmly, somehow feeling a little ashamed of herself. 
"But I've got a date tonight with the foreman.  A dance in town and . . ."
   She couldn't finish the sentence.  What was she doing going out with
Hank?  Was she going to let him try something?  Was this her first go at a
. . . a fuck?  Just thinking about the possibility made her a little short
of breath.  Linda picked up the juice glass again and took another sip,
feeling her sister's mocking smile.
   "Well, not bad.  The foreman yet.  Nothing like starting at the top."
   Linda shivered, studying her sister for a moment.
   "Don't you have any hang-ups?  I mean, when you go out on a date, do
you . . ." Linda couldn't finish the sentence, feeling her face blush
furiously.
   "This is the day of women's liberation," Janice said simply, shrugging
and sipping her coffee once more.  "If a man wants me and I want him, why
should I stop what's so natural?"
   "But morals . . . don't they mean anything to you?" Linda asked,
feeling her flesh crawling with excitement, her nipples stiffening,
scratching against the stiff material of her bra.  Her sister's arguments
were making her more and more aroused, excited at the thought of going out
with Hank tonight.
   "The problem's that you're just too uptight about men, 
Linda.  You've always been that way.  Of course, mama had a better crack
at you than me.  I think she just threw up her hands and left me for the
devil," Janice said, running the rim of the coffee cup back and forth over
her lips.  "Well, that consignment hasn't been all that bad, let me tell
you."
   Linda wanted to ask her sister so many questions about men.  She was
sure Janice could tell her much.  Of course, she was one up on her
sister.  There was the other night, the night when she had let that German
Shepherd crawl on top of her and lick her pussy into orgasm.  She was
certain Janice had never thought about that, let alone done it.  But that
was something Linda wasn't about to confess to anyone, let alone Janice!
   "I just don't think doing things with men is all that important," Linda
said a little gloomily, getting up and starting to collect the breakfast
dishes.
   "That's your problem, Linda.  But if that foreman were to take me out
and if I liked him, I think I could fuck with him all night."
   "Janice!"
   "Darling, if your precious virginity means more to you than being happy
. . . you are still a virgin, right?"
   Linda nodded her head up and down.
   "Well, then, if keeping your cherry means more to you than having a
man's dick, I feel a little sorry for you.  You don't know how good it is
to - "
   "Stop it!" Linda shouted at Janice, her fingers trembling and
threatening to let go of the breakfast dishes.  She wasn't used to this
kind of talk, this kind of horrible banter about men and cocks and sex.
   "Don't you worry, Linda.  I won't mention it again," Janice sniffed, a
little miffed at her sister's sudden outburst.
   "Don't . . . don't you have any hang-ups at all?" Linda asked bitterly,
dumping the dirty dishes in the sink and turning to face her sister.
   "Few," Janice said, getting up from the table and stretching her arms
over her head.  She was still dressed in a silky blue robe.  It began to
open as she moved her body from side to side, revealing the inner curves
of her full, big, high-riding tits.  Linda sucked in her lower lip and bit
down.
   "The men . . . they can see you through the back window," Linda whispered.
   "Let them.  I'm available," the brunette said wickedly, winking at her
sister, then sashaying out of the kitchen.
   It had been a mistake inviting Janice up here.  Linda could see that
already.  She had forgotten what a slut the girl could be when she
wanted.  Linda had wanted comfort, some companionship.  And instead she
had managed to land another problem.  Well, why not?  This seemed to be
the year for problems, for trials.  Taking one dish at a time, Linda began
rinsing off the unused food, thinking about Hank, about what was going to
happen later that evening when he 
took her to the dance in town.
   Several hours passed.  Janice, in respect to her sister, had kept her
profile low, wearing the most modest of dresses around the house and doing
her best not to entice the farmhands.  Even though she taunted her sister
with all sorts of smart remarks, Janice really loved her sister, admiring
her for trying to run this ranch and still deal with the problems of her
life.  It was shortly after one o'clock when Linda announced 'she was
taking the car to town.
   "I'll pass on the big tour of the metropolis," Janice said jauntily,
stretching out on the living room sofa and leafing through a magazine. 
"It's too hot out there anyway and I'll bet you don't have air
conditioning in the car."
   "Aunt Jane thought it was too expensive and - "
   "Thought so," Janice said, arching her eyebrows knowingly and going
back to her magazine.  "I'll sit here while you go out and have fun.  Then
we'll have a nice long talk about men."
   Linda shivered, once again thinking about her date with Hank that
evening.  She paused at the door, then walked out to the waiting car,
leaving Janice alone in the house.
   The brunette sat in the living room for the next few minutes looking at
the pictures of the journal, her mind drifting as she heard Linda's car
drive off.  Contrary to what her sister thought, she hadn't been the town
whore.  Her mother had managed to instill some guilt in her, although not
the quantity she'd dumped onto Linda.  It had taken her quite a lot of
time and effort to finally fuck a guy.  Even now at college, Janice found
herself initially reluctant to let a man do more than simply kiss her and
feel her up every now and then.  Her talk was bravado - or a good deal of
it.
   Her reverie was broken by the sound of paws scratching over the kitchen
tiles.  Looking up from the pages, Janice saw Chad pause at the doorway,
tilt his head and look curiously at her.  His long pink tongue was hanging
from one corner of his mouth.
   "Why, a friend," Janice said flippantly, folding the magazine up and
putting it to one side.  She patted her legs and called to the dog.  "Come
here, Chad.  We didn't have a good chance to get acquainted."
   The German Shepherd raised his bushy tail and barked, trotting over to
her and sniffing around her legs.
   "Friendly little thing, aren't you?" she cooed, rubbing her fingers
against his head and bending down slightly to press her chin against his
soft, warm fur.  "Oh, you're a nice, nice dog."
   Chad was whining and groaning happily, pressing his head against her
lap.  Then he began doing something that Janice found a little odd at
first, then disconcerting.  She felt his tongue sloshing up and down her
right leg, that tongue edging dangerously close to her knees and her cunt.
   "That's enough, Chad," she said, pushing the dog from her.  "You're
getting a might too friendly, and I don't want - "
   Janice stopped in mid-sentence.  He was growling, growling angrily at
her.  She dropped her hands, her eyes widening as she scooted her ass
back.  Linda hadn't said anything about this animal being mad or crazed. 
He certainly had seemed friendly enough that Wednesday evening when she
first walked into house, suitcases in hand.  Now he was staring slit-eyed
at her, his ears pinned back, the short fur around his neck standing up. 
And always there was that low growl, that awful low growl that made her
flesh crawl.  Janice had been in some tight situations before.  But they
had always been with men - with humans!  Now she sat on the couch with her
hair standing on end, a mad dog between her legs bent on tearing her to
pieces.
   "Oh God . . . help me," she whispered, unable to speak more loudly as
the animal's growling grew deeper and louder.
   At first Janice thought he was going to attack her.  She had heard
stories about dogs going for the throat of their own masters at times. 
But no, that didn't seem to be what Chad wanted.  He still sat there, his
tail moving from side to side, his eyes glittering with some kind of
excitement.  Then the brunette realized he was smelling her.  She watched
his black nostrils quivering, saw him dropping his head to a position
between her legs and pushing forward.  He was smelling her cunt!
   "Oh my God!"
   As experienced as Janice thought herself to be, nothing had prepared
her for something like this.  A dog smelling her, sniffing at her pussy
while she sat there terrified on the couch.
   "You horny bastard!  Get away from me," she said with some bravado,
reaching down and trying to shove Chad from her once more.
   But the animal began growling again, snapping at her.  Janice drew her
hand back rapidly, her eyes growing round as she tucked her ass away from
the big dog once more.  He wasn't kidding.  He had every intention of
staying there and doing what he was doing for as long as he chose.
   "My God!" Janice rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt, feeling her
scalp crinkling with terror.
   Men were one thing.  She thought she could handle most situations with
them.  But a dog?  Janice had heard of women who did those kind of
things.  But she . . . no, never would she have thought of degrading her
body by letting an animal touch her.  Again she tried moving away from
Chad, sliding her ass to one side, feeling her fingers sinking into the
soft material of the sofa cushions.  Chad growled a little more loudly,
peeling back his black rubbery lips and exposing his white fangs.
   He had her cornered!  She could hear his breathing.  It sounded as
labored and heavy as some of the breathing she'd heard from men as they
wedged themselves between her legs 
and fucked her.  How many had that been?  Two, three?  Not the score of
men parading through her bedroom Linda and some others had thought.  And
now she was having this dog courting her, trapping her right there in this
house, sniffing her cunt!
   "Get . . . away . . . my God, what's wrong with you?" Janice hissed
through her teeth.
   She felt his snout pressing against her right thigh now, felt his
panting breath against her flesh.  Janice sucked in air and held it as the
dog began licking her steadily now, sloshing his tongue up and down, up
and down her leg, touching the soft spot behind her knee.  Janice thought
she would wait until she had a chance to roll away and rush out from the
house.  She would tell her sister what happened.  Well, not exactly what
happened, but perhaps say something about Chad attacking her, trying to
bite her.  That would partially be the truth and it would get the animal
out of the house until she left.
   "Ohhh . . ." she moaned.
   What was happening to her?  My God, what was happening to her?  Several
minutes had gone by.  Janice was still sitting on the couch, enduring the
dog's touch.  But that was wrong.  No, enduring was the wrong word.  She
was enjoying it, actually liking what he was doing to her!  The woman felt
her knees slowly sagging apart.  A kind of hot wet feeling was developing
between her legs, the kind of sensation she felt when a man really excited
her!  Janice let out a shuddering moan, moving her ass from side to side
on the couch.  She closed her eyes, curling her fingers and letting the
nails dig hard into her palm.  It was wrong.  It was so wrong to let that
animal touch her like that!  And it was even more wrong for her to feel
that hot, itchy, throbbing ache between her shivering thighs.  Yes, they
were shivering, shivering with excitement, the kind of arousal she should
only have with a man!
   "No . . . wrong, wrong . . ."
   She hadn't worn her panties, something she felt was terribly exciting
as she walked about, feeling the air blow up between her legs and caress
her cunt-lips.  Now the woman realized that, at least here, that had been
a mistake.  The dog was pushing up against her, shoving her short skirt
up, drawing his snout closer and closer to her cunt.
   "No . . ."
   Janice struggled for control of her mind and body, reaching down and
trying to push her skirt back down over her knees.  But Chad would have
none of that.  He growled again, snapping his teeth so close to her right
hand Janice could feel his breath against her knuckles.  Again she let out
a small sharp cry, drawing her hands away.  There was nothing she could
do, nothing except let the animal have his way and lick her.
   "Uhhhhh . . ." she moaned against her will.
   And was there anything so wrong about that?  As the 
seconds ticked by, Chad's tongue drew more and more forbidden pleasure
from her cunt.  She was starting to feel delight in what the big German
Shepherd was doing to her.  Janice knew it was wrong, very wrong for this
to be happening.  In her wildest, most erotic dreams the woman never
thought of making it with an animal!  But now that it was happening it
felt so good, so . . . so natural!  She let her head fall back on the
sofa, rolling from side to side, tensing her ass muscles and raising her
ass off the couch cushions.  Her skirt was now up around her waist,
completely exposing her pussy-meat to the hungry animal.  She could feel
his breath panting through the black moist cunt curls!  It was good, very,
very good!
   "Ohhhh . . . touch me, doggie, touch me all over," she whispered,
reaching down and caressing Chad behind the ears.  No longer did Janice
want to push him away.  No, no, there was only delight now in her
thoughts, only the desire to have his tongue go on and on while she
pranced her ass there, wanting more friction, more . . . more something,
although she didn't know quite what at this moment.
   "Nice . . . ohhhhh, sooooo nice!"
   Janice rolled her ass, feeling her skin pucker up into gooseflesh when
Chad moved up farther and poked his nose against her cunt-lips.  He was
actually touching her there, licking her pussy up and down in mind-blowing
laps.
   Janice drew her hands up, cupping them around her tits.  She squeezed
hard, moaning as she felt the nipples stiffening, brushing against the
soft material of her sweater.  Naked.  She had to get naked with the dog
there between her legs.  It would feel that much more sexy, that much more
delightful.  Moving up a little, the woman crossed her arms, grabbing her
sweater and tugging it up over her head.  She felt her tits lifted up,
tugged at by the garment.  She moaned with pleasure, tossing the sweater
over the back of the sofa, leaning back one more time and letting the dog
at her cunt.
   "Good, Chad . . . nice doggie . . . ohhh, if only my sister knew how
nice you were!"
   It was unbelievable!  She was letting this happen almost under her
prudish sister's nose.  Janice laughed, thinking just how horrified Linda
would be if she were to walk in suddenly now and find her there with the
dog, letting him touch her all over.
   "Uhhhh . . . good, nice and good . . ."
   Janice felt herself falling down into a bottomless pit of emotion and
sensation as the big German Shepherd kept on licking her, driving her
higher and higher until she could cum in the dog's mouth.  How deliciously
evil!  She was going to climax that way.  And how good it would feel!

CHAPTER 4

   "Damn, damn . . ."
   Janice's voice trailed off into a harsh cry as Chad touched her with
that magic tongue of his, licking and lapping her pussy until the woman
thought she was going to lose her mind.  The brunette was panting so hard
her mouth was dry and her throat hurt.
   Pushing herself from the couch, Janice found herself on the floor, her
skirt still rolled up to her waist, her ass sliding back and forth on the
carpeted floor.  Wallowing her shoulders against the scratchy piling, her
hair fanned out behind her head, the woman let her legs spread wide for
the animal.
   Chad barked happily, wedging his muscular furry body between her
thighs, growling and nuzzling her asscheeks with his snout.  The pressure
of his cold snout against her pussy made the woman scream again with
unspeakable pleasure.  There were no more thoughts about the right and
wrong of the situation.  Janice didn't panic at the thought of letting an
animal touch her all over.  Now all she could think about was the
delightfully hot/chilly flashes racing through her cunt now, making her
skin so sensitive to the dog's touch.
   A lush heat spread over her cunt and belly.  Janice groaned, rocking
her body from side to side.  She moved her hands up to her tits and
squeezed, feeling her nipples stand up even more.  How strange it was to
have a hotness and a chill spread all over her.  The heat came from her
own sexual furnace, stoked to an explosive heat by the dog's continued
licking.  The coolness came from the evaporation of the dog's spit as more
and more of his saliva dripped onto her cunt, trickling through her pussy
hairs.
   "Ohhhh . . . yesssssss!"
   The German Shepherd growled again, moving his snout directly over the
woman's cunt.  He licked at the small curly hairs, sticking them down
against her hot cunt-meat.  It was almost more than Janice could stand. 
She snapped her head front left to right, the long brown hairs tangling
around her throat while her nostrils flared, burned with the oxygen she
sucked in to feed her writhing body.  This was wild, perhaps more wild
than the first time she'd cum with a man!
   With another sigh of delight, Janice began pulling her knees up,
bending them slowly, drawing them toward her jiggling tits.  As she bent
her legs, she felt the resulting pressure stickily pull her cunt-lips
apart, exposing more and more of her pussy to the animal.  He liked it! 
He really enjoyed it.  Looking up, the woman could, see Chad draw back,
examine the dark-red, moist cunt-meat, then go back to her pussy, his
tongue sloppily caressing the pulsing flesh again and again.
   "God!" Janice gasped.
   Janice arched her back, hitting the balls of her feet against Chad's
strong back.  She was rolling her ass slowly from side to side now,
rocking her body as if it were a boat caught in a hurricane.  Chad was
going a little more wild now, nipping his teeth along her cunt-lips, then
letting his tongue soothe over the teased flesh.  No man had ever done
anything like this before!  She cried out with wheezing, whistling sounds.
   Janice's angry red cunt-lips glistened with doggie spit as the German
Shepherd began to work diligently at her pussy.  She couldn't hold back,
couldn't deny the rushing sensation of hot feelings making her cunt pucker
in, making her pussy walls flutter and clasp at nothing except the dog's
probing snout.  If only she had a cock, a good hard stiff prick fucking in
and out of her cunt now.  That was the only thing that was missing.
   "Unnnnn . . ." the woman moaned.
   Raising her head again, Janice saw the dog's head half hidden in the
bush of her furry cunt.  She watched with growing excitement as his tongue
slathered in and out, probing at her wet cunt.  He was licking her cunt
hairs again and again until they were plastered down against her flesh,
all of them pointing upward, matted down with his hot spit.  His tongue
slid regularly in and out, in and out like a tiny prick, gliding into her
hole and caressing the puffy folds and hollows of her pussy.
   With another groan, Janice sank back onto the floor.  Her eyelids
fluttered while her fingers clawed at the piling of the livingroom
carpet.  It was all too good, far too good to last!  Again she moved her
ass around, rubbing the backs of her naked legs against Chad's strong
back.  How good it was to feel that soft sensation of his body against
hers!
   Janice could feel that familiar rush of feeling soar through her cunt,
making her clit throb with delight.  She twisted against the carpeting
again, her feet kicking against the sofa and moving it to the right with
the force of her frantic blows.  She was wheezing and gasping for air now,
her tits slapping wetly against one another.
   "Chad . . . ohhh doggie, doggie, you're . . . you're so good . . . so,
uhhhhh so very good!"
   Spit dribbled down from her cunt, wetting down her plump, jiggling
asscheeks.  Janice opened her mouth to cry out as a particularly powerful
series of spasms shot through her cunt.
   "Yaggghhhhh . . ."
   No man had made her feel like this . . . or so it seemed as she
thrashed and bucked frenziedly against Chad's gumming mouth. Again the
brunette opened her mouth to scream out.  But nothing came. It was as if
her vocal cords were paralyzed, rendered useless by her own excitement.
Every muscle in her body tensed and cramped and pulled as the big dog
shoved his snout farther and farther into her clenching cunt.
   "Th . . . there, oh God, there!"
   She jerked her thighs up, feeding her cunt to the hungry animal.  He
was hungry, wanting to eat her cunt.  That thought made her whimper
through her nose more excitedly, kicking her legs high in the air while
making her beat her fists against the dog's powerful sides.
   "God, oh God!"
   The room swirled around her in a mad explosion of colors.  Janice
pulled herself up again and gazed at the lapping animal.  How odd it was,
seeing something that big, that dark and furry between her legs!  His
pointed ears bobbing up and down, his tail wagging slowly from side to
side, the hairs tickling her toes - it was all so strange.  Janice thought
about it again and closed her eyes, feeling her cunt winding up for that
big cum that would blast her through the roof.
   Chad was getting physical, toying with his willing victim now that he
knew she wanted him, needed him.  He was pulling back slightly, leaving
her juicy cunt alone for a moment.  Janice felt his breath panting along
her right inner thigh.  And then . . . and then he turned his head,
opening his jaws and sinking his fangs lightly into her sensitive flesh. 
That was too much!  The woman beat her fists wildly against the floor,
jerking her head from side to side while crying out like a tormented
beast!
   "Eaaayyyaggghhhhh!"
   She could feel his teeth sinking in, pushing aside the tendons,
arousing the nerves to a fever pitch.  The woman shuddered, squeezing her
asscheeks together to rid herself of the cramp.
   "Uhhhhh."
   Then Chad let her go, moving back up to the woman's overheated cunt. 
There was that sloshy feel and sound, that wonderful sensation that drove
all thought from her mind and left only a wild feeling.  Again she kicked
out both legs, rolling back on her spine, grabbing the animal hard with
both hands and forcing his snout farther and farther up her cunt.
   "More . . . more, Chad . . . oh yes, make me - make me feel good!"
   Sweat slicked down her body as Janice found herself spinning more and
more out of control.  Her ass danced wildly against the floor while her
cunt spasmed under the dog's expert licking.  Again and again she cried
for the dog to keep touching her clit.  If he touched her there again and
again for the next few seconds she would cum!
   "Damn!" she muttered as again he moved his snout away from her cunt,
letting her arousal drop a notch as he busied himself about her ass.  "No,
no, later . . . uhhhh . . . oh God, please, Chad, please lick me . . .
there!"
   Dog spit.  More and more dog spit was slicking down her asscheeks,
dribbling into her cunthole, oozing down into her shitter.  Janice let out
more shuddering sighs, feeling as if her body were being tugged apart by
the feelings tugging at her mind.  She never thought a person could feel
this way and still live.
   "God!"
   Again the brunette moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on the floor,
feeling the scratchy carpeting reddening her back and shoulders.  Janice
didn't care.  Linda would never find out.  And if she did, so what?  She
knew her sister didn't think much of her moral life.  Surely this latest
episode would only confirm Linda's low opinion of her morality.
   Chad growled, letting his teeth nip along the puffed outer edges of her
cunt-lips once more.  That feeling was overwhelming, devastating.  It hurt
a little, hurt in a way that made Janice tighten her thighs and grind her
ass up for more.  The tug of fear she had felt earlier wasn't enough to
stop this madness.  Now it was running its course, and what a course it
was!
   "Uhhhh God, gonna . . . gonna cummm!"
   Janice was humping her back, pressing her cunt mound up once more for
the dog to eat.  His fangs dug along the dainty flesh once again.  His
neck hairs bristled with the wildness he felt.  Again the animal growled,
tossing his head as if he were going to tear out her throat.
   "Ohhh . . . damn . . . damn . . ."
   Her fingers were clawing at the piling now, nearly pulling the material
from the matting beneath.  She reached up and clawed at the dog's furry
back, urging him on, then restraining him when she felt the biting become
a bit too much.  She felt vulnerable, even a little bit in danger.  She
didn't know why, but letting the German Shepherd almost hurt her was
exciting.  Janice wanted to push this experience to the limit.  She wanted
to feel everything, feel it drive her over the edge.  Family, friends,
morality, society - they were all cheap lies, lies invented by a bunch of
moral do-gooders to keep others down under their thumbs.  She would never
be under anyone's thumb, not even her sister's.
   "Uhhhhhhh . . . ooohhh!"
   Flames of excitement licked along her inner thighs, making the
sensitive spots between her toes itch.  Dropping her legs a little, Janice
dug her feet against the dog's muscled, furred sides.
   "Faster!  You bastard, faster!"
   Her body was responding quickly to the hurried, sloppy friction against
her cunt slit.  Thank God the animal seemed to know when his biting could
become dangerous.  Chad backed off, licking the bitten flesh, then moving
back and sinking his teeth back into her thigh.  And then he moved up even
higher, opening his mouth a little more widely, then sinking his fangs,
gently into her cunt.
   "Uhhhhh . . ."
   Janice couldn't believe this.  She just couldn't believe it!  The
animal was holding her cunt mound between his jaws, shaking gently from
left to right, his dark-brown eyes rolled up and watching her.
   "Ohhhhhhh . . ."
   Janice held her ass off the floor.  The resulting wild sensation
brought a new fever to her thighs.  Her hair splashed over her face, her
eyes glazed while her pussy throbbed like an opened wound.  Her orgasm was
just out of reach, hanging there like a brass ring.  And the merry-go-
round she was on was wonderful, incredible!  Again the frantic brunette
hunched her cunt up, feeding her sloppy pussy to the animal.
   "Fuck me . . ."
   Had she said that?  Had she actually asked the animal to fuck her? 
Jerking her head up, Janice saw something that both horrified and
surprised her - the dog's prick.  That long, bumpy boner was sliding out
of its furry sheath, jerking up against the thinning hairs of his belly. 
For one wild moment, the woman thought of reaching back and touching his
cock, actually brushing her fingers against that prick to see what the
reaction would be.  But then something like reason came to her.  No, that
would be rushing things.  More time was needed.  She had to somehow come
to grips with this licking before she went further.
   "Yesss . . . oh yes, go for it . . . oh, Chad, touch me . . . ohhhhhhh!"
   The dog pawed at her thighs as if he were frustrated, as if he somehow
wanted to get deeper into her cunt.  And then he began licking her all
over, slopping his tongue over her tits, washing down her nipples with his
spit, then moving down and trailing his tongue over her shoulders, her
throat, her belly.  In moments, Janice found herself covered with hot
doggie spit.  And she loved it!  How her mind reeled with the knowledge
that the animal had licked her belly, her tits, her arms.  And Chad was
whining through his nose, plowing his head between her soft thighs and
driving his tongue back into cunthole.
   "God!"
   Chad's tongue.  It was forcing her cunt-lips wide apart, actually
fucking back and forth.  He was rolling and licking his tongue around her
swollen cunt-meat.  When she felt her pussy muscles starting to tighten
and convulse, Janice went crazy.  She twisted her body around, kicking her
toes against the sofa frame, bucking her body up and down, wanting to feel
that prick, that wonderful knobby prick fucking in and out of her body.
   "Uhhhhhhh . . ."
   Janice pranced her ass around in frantic circles, then jerked up and
down to increase the friction the dog was bringing to her cunt.  When he
raked up across her clit again, the brunette cried out, jerking her hands
out once more and hugging his head hard.  Had a man ever made her feel
like this with his mouth?  Oh yes, with his cock.  But never with his
mouth or tongue!
   "God!" she gasped.
   Again Janice wanted Chad to lick her everywhere at once.  Gasping for
air, the woman tilted her ass one way, then rocked it the other.  She
raised one leg back as far as she could to open new hollows and folds to
his hungry mouth.  The German Shepherd growled with satisfaction once
more, digging at her thighs with both paws.  Then he burrowed his snout
into the seething mess of her cunt.
   "You bastard . . . son-of-a-bitch!"
   She was crying out filthy, horrible words as she felt her cunt explode
with orgasm.
   "Uhhhghhghhhhh . . ."
   Janice was cumming, cumming fast and hard.  She wanted to slow him
down, wanted to make this last as long as she could.  But her willpower
was a frayed thread that snapped somehow against that spitty friction. 
Letting go, Janice fell back and pranced her ass up and down with the
ecstatic tickle that built to a sharp peak.  It seemed to choke off her
breathing.  Explosive spasms tore through her body, driving out all
thought and sensation except that of her mindless cum.
   Even when she tried snapping her thighs to him, Chad whined and nosed
around her.  His humping made her go more insane with delight, jerking and
twisting like a woman being electrocuted.
   "Nooooo!"
   It was a miracle her cries hadn't attracted attention.  Chad was still
crouching over her, licking, jerking his hindquarters until that long
knobby cock slipped all the way from his sheath.  Coming out of her
climax, Janice looked around and saw the animal was rubbing his doggie
cock against her leg.  She let out a cry and petted his neck, letting him
hunch against her until she felt the hot, stringy spurts of cum shoot out.
   Chad was barking and whining, his big powerful body trembling against
hers while more and more of his jizz spattered against her.  How she
wanted to hold him tightly to her as he kept firing his load out of those
small furry balls!
   And then it was over.  The big German Shepherd barked and pulled away,
loping over to the corner and curling up to lick himself.
   "My God . . . what have I done?" Janice wondered out loud, rolling
completely onto her back and staring up at the ceiling.  She felt her
heartbeat return to normal, her breathing become more even, deeper.  A
warm, comforting glow spread over her body, a glow she'd experienced
several times before with human lovers.  Of course, this was no different,
not really.  The end result had been the same.  Lightly she traced
fingertips over her belly, stopping the moment they touched a glob of the
animal's jizz.  She stopped, feeling a shudder course through her body. 
Was it revulsion, or something else?
   She would think of that later when she had time.  Glancing at the clock
over the mantel, Janice could see she and Chad had been romping around for
nearly an hour.  God only knew when her sister would come home.  And if
she were to see this . . . well, it would probably end the poor dear's
life.
   "And don't you say anything," Janice said, getting up and pointing a
warning finger at the licking dog.  Chad looked up, sniffed through his
nose, then went back to his cock lapping.  The brunette gathered up her
clothes and padded upstairs, wondering as she went along where on earth
Chad had learned to do that little trick so expertly.  Was it natural, or
had he had practice?  And with whom?


CHAPTER 5

   "What a nice horse!" Janice said.
   Hank looked down at the ground, smoothing his fingers over the sides of
the big black stallion.  The animal snorted uneasily, his long tail
flicking from side to side while he rolled his big brown eyes and stared
first at Hank, then at Janice.
   It was nearly six in the evening that same day.  Linda had returned
from her short shopping spree in town and was readying herself for her
date with Hank.  Janice had showered and rested for a while, thinking of
her reaction with Chad and wondering once more about the dog.  How had he
known she was excited?  And where had he gotten all that experience? 
Janice couldn't shake that idea from her head.  He just knew too much
about a woman's body, it seemed, for that to have been a first time!
   "Yes, ma'am, one of the best around the ranch here.  I ride it myself,"
Hank said, patting the big buck on the sides.
   Janice had roused herself when Linda began banging around the house,
nervously dressing for the dance that evening.  Strolling across the yard,
the brunette had noticed some movement in the barn and had walked over,
curious to see what was going on. There she came across Hank who was
brushing down the big animal now pawing nervously in front of her.
   "I used to do some riding myself a long time ago," Janice said
wistfully, stretching out one hand and gently patting the big horse on the
head.
   "His name's Thunder, ma'am."
   "Thunder," Janice repeated quietly, smoothing her fingers over his long
head, feeling his heavy breath panting against her forearm.  There had
always been something about horses that attracted her.  When she was
small, Janice enjoyed riding on them whenever her father took her and
Linda to Griffith Park in Los Angeles.  Linda was always afraid and got
off as soon as she dared.  But not Janice.  She loved feeling that
movement between her legs, the subtle rub of the horse's flesh against
hers, the ripple of his muscles as he walked or trotted along the winding
paths in the city park.  When she was older she had had her first orgasm
on a horse.  It must have been the way he moved or the way she was
sitting.  Janice was never certain about all that and always felt a little
guilty, a little ashamed for having felt such a powerful feeling with an
animal.  And yet there it was.  And today?
   She shook her head.  Janice didn't like where this train of thought was
taking her.  She would think about it later when her head was clearer,
when she had had some rest to calm her buzzing brain.
   "Nice, Thunder, nice . . ."
   "I'm through with Thunder in here, ma'am, gotta get ready for . . . for
the dance," Hank said uneasily, afraid to use the word date in front of
Janice.
   The brunette smiled at his uneasiness, nodding and still stroking the
big animal's head.
   "You go along, Hank.  I'll close up here.  I'm used to horses, like I
said, and Thunder and I get along fine."
   Hank looked relieved that Janice was letting him go.
   "Thanks, ma'am.  Gotta wash up and change . . . get outta these duds,"
he said, looking down and brushing off the dirt and straw clinging to his
Levi's.
   "And you'd better hurry.  My sister's just about ready."
   Hank rushed from the barn, nearly tripping over his own feet.  Janice
laughed at his panic, then turned her attention back to the big black
stallion now calmly standing in his stall.  He looked at her, his black
nostrils quivering.  Janice stood in front of him, feeling his big head
nuzzling her arms, then moving over to her tits.  She froze, suddenly
feeling something wild, something totally unnatural flash through her
body. It was the same feeling she'd had when Chad began nuzzling her there
in the livingroom.
   Janice gasped, drawing back, her fingertips pressed to her mouth, her
eyes widened.  She felt the barn reeling around her as if she'd taken some
kind of drug.  Even for a lively, free-thinking spirit like Janice, what
she suddenly felt for Thunder was unspeakable!  He had nuzzled her tits,
drawn that big sloppy tongue up her arm then over to her tits.  That was
when she'd moved away.
   "Oh . . . oh Lord!"
   What on earth was happening to her?  Why was she acting like this, like
some kind of Hollywood slut?  God, she was worse than those sluts parading
their asses up and down the boulevard!  They made it with men.  But she
was turning on to this horse!  Suddenly Janice heard jeering voices
talking about the women in Tijuana, women who let donkeys fuck them right
there on the stage in front of a bunch of leering sailors!
   "No, no . . ."
   Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and steadying
herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to
regain some sense of reality in this natural situation.  Then she thought
of those days in Griffith Park once more, thought of the way the animals
felt between her legs, that rocking, rolling sensation of something warm
and muscular rubbing against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that
damned itchy tingle began all over again when she thought of those hours
alone with horses.  Her body grew warm, the nipples stretching, pulling
against the surrounding nipple flesh.  This was wrong, far more wrong than
her tryst with the German Shepherd back there in the ranch house.
   But what harm could there be if she only petted the stallion?  What
harm could there be if she just felt the warm body of that stud?
   Sucking in another ragged breath, Janice walked up to Thunder, petting
him again on the head.  But this time she kept going back, moving along,
talking to the big animal so he wouldn't get spooked.  She felt his sides
shuddering, heard him snorting a little nervously again as she moved back,
her ass rubbing against the splintery stall wall behind her.
   "There, boy, it's all right. Janice isn't going to hurt you," she
cooed, rubbing her fingers over the warm sides.
   How good, how strangely good and calming and yet exciting it was to
feel Thunder's muscular sides with her fingers. The short smooth hair
tickled her flesh.  He was so warm, so firm!  Janice stopped at his
mid-section, looking back and seeing the animal was looking at her once
more, having twisted his head halfway around.  Those eyes!  They almost
had her in a trance as she stood there in the small area, her feet sinking
into the false floor of shredded straw. There was that odor she found
exciting, that pungent aroma of stale piss that made her wrinkle her nose.
   What was she going to do?  What on earth was she doing now, leaning
heavily against the animal, drawing her hands over his sides? Was she
thinking of going back farther, of touching him all over until she reached
his prick?
   "Oh my God . . . oh my God!"
   Again Janice stopped, resting her forehead against Thunder's sides. 
She was a mature woman, an experienced woman - certainly more experienced
than her virgin sister Linda.  Why couldn't she control her emotions,
especially now here in the stall? Why couldn't she just get up and walk
away, calling this little episode for what it was worth - a pleasant but
silly excursion into something that could be quite morally dark?
   But she couldn't.  Standing there, feeling those powerful sides heaving
in and out, listening to the stallion's breath hissing through his
nostrils, feeling the warmth radiating through her blouse and fingers,
Janice felt glued to the spot.  She was hesitating, feeling herself at
some terrible boundary.
   "God!" she moaned.
   She glanced at her wristwatch.  Linda would be expecting her in the
house in a few moments to give her some kind of moral support.  This was
her first big date in a long time.  Stroking the stallion's sides once
more, Janice found herself embracing the animal draping her arms over his
sides and pressing her body close to him.  The woman found herself smiling
at the touch of the big animal and at the thought of Linda going out for
the first time in years.  Her sister was going to get fucked!  She was
certain of that.  In spite of the way Hank shuffled his feet and acted so
inept and stupid, she could see in his eyes he was going to make every
more he could to get between Linda's legs.  She'd have to prepare her
sister beforehand somehow, give her some sisterly advice on how to ride
that wave when it finally curled and crashed in.
   But there were still a few minutes left, a few minutes alone with this
powerful, handsome animal trembling under her touch.
   "Steady, Thunder, steady . . . yesss, that's it, that's it - Janice
isn't going to hurt you."
   The brunette backed away a little more, feeling the whip of his tail at
times against her right elbow.  He began pawing again at the ground,
snorting and dipping his head up and down as she eased her way back toward
his hindquarters.  It was only when she kept talking to him, kept touching
him gently that the stud calmed down, twisting his head around once more
and watching her intently.  That stare made her shiver.
   "Easy, Thunder . . . don't move . . . that's it, Thunder."
   Her heart was pounding so hard Janice thought it would tear through her
ribcage.  She was touching the big hard muscle of his left hindquarter
now, feeling it ripple under her fingertips.  Thunder moved that hoof
back, stomping down on the hay, moving the straw about nervously, then
finally steadying himself as she kept smoothing her fingers up and down,
up and down his body.  What was she doing?  What on earth was she doing
standing here in the stall with this stallion?
   "Got to leave . . . have to . . ."
   But some dark force had taken over her soul once more, It was as if she
were possessed by some terrible demon out to destroy her!  Janice moved
her fingers down lower, hearing her own breathing and matching it with
that of the stallion's.  Her knees shook while she felt her full, flexible
cunt-lips swell with blood, folding over one another.  She paused, leaning
heavily against Thunder's body again and closing her eyes.  Her clit was
swollen, poking up from the surrounding moist flesh and throbbing as if a
man's prick were rubbing against it.  Riding high.  Again she smiled.  She
had told the few men who had fucked her to ride high so she could feel
their cocks rubbing against her clit!
   "Ohhhh . . ." she moaned.
   She moved as if in some dream state.  Janice felt shamefully close to
an orgasm.  An orgasm!  And what had she done?  What had happened to her? 
She was simply standing there, touching a horse, moving her hands up and
down dangerously close to his cock.  But that was all.  There had been no
contact with the beast, no touching at all except the innocent caressing
against his sides.  And yet the brunette couldn't deny what she was
feeling between her thighs, a hunger that made her tremble at her own
thoughts.  She stopped for a moment and wondered what on earth she was
thinking of doing, finding out she didn't know.  She simply wasn't sure of
what to do.  It was that force, that thing shoving her on, showing her the
way.
   "Ohhh . . ."  Her breathing became more and more shallow, so hot
through her flared nostrils.
   Her tits were killing her now, feeling so full, so swollen.  And how
her nipples ached and itched, begging to be touched, rubbed, pinched!  She
felt so shaky, not really herself at all.  From the other end of the
stall, Janice saw the big horse still staring at her, his black nostrils
quivering with each powerful snort he took.
   "Thunder."  She pronounced his name and felt her flesh crawl around her
spine.
   She was getting into water far too deep for her, for anyone.  And yet
she found her fingers moving once more.  They were sliding down, down the
leg and around to the sexy curve of his hindquarter.  She found herself
moving back, feeling the nervous swish of his tail as it jerked back and
forth more spiritedly.
   "Ohhhh, what am I doing?"
   The tender inner surfaces of her thighs were itchy, tightening and
relaxing.  Her cunt walls rubbed against one another, fluttering with
excitement as her hand traveled around and back until she felt something
very warm, very warm and strange against her elbow.  Janice froze once
more; her mouth opening.  She let out a shudder, gasping for air.  A
horse's cock!  She had seen pictures once of a horse fully aroused,
fucking his mate.  One of the girls at her high school had brought it back
from her uncle's farm.  Why the old man had taken the photo no one ever
really knew.  The only thing Janice remembered thinking when she first saw
that shot was just how grotesque the whole thing seemed.  And yet now she
wasn't sure.
   "Nice, Thunder, nice!"
   It was horrible, really horrible what she was doing and feeling.  She
should stop now.  And yet Janice kept going, 
curling her fingers and moving them around until she felt his big
coconut-sized sac.  Thunder stomped around again, snorting, dipping his
head back and forth while his mane fluttered from the violent movements. 
Janice drew her hand away quickly, as if she'd just touched a hot-plate. 
Thunder moved about his stall, banging his sides against one wall.  Then
he calmed once more, snorting loudly.  Should she go on?  Should she touch
his big balls and prick once more?  The thought of being trampled in the
stall just for some stupid horny urge raced through her mind.  What would
her sister say if something were to happen?  Would people guess at what
she'd been doing?
   "Thunder . . ."  Again Janice pronounced his name softly, gently as if
he were her lover.  And again he calmed, twisting his head, rolling those
big brown eyes as if he were telling her he wanted her to touch his cock
again.
   Janice swallowed hard, raised her hand once more and began moving it
down to the horse's balls.  This time Thunder didn't move, his only
reaction being a shudder that radiated through his entire body.  Janice
saw this and trembled.  Opening her eyes and looking back a little
farther, she saw his prick!  His cock!  His prick was big, so big, so
damned big and black, hanging there like some huge funnel, the head having
slipped already from the black, wrinkled, leathery sheath.
   She stopped once more, her eyes widening with excitement.  For a
moment, just for a moment Janice thought about how something like that
would feel fucking in and out of her cunt.
   "My God . . . what am I doing?" she asked, knowing there was no answer.
   She moved her hand up until the fingertips touched the fat, hardening
cock.  This time Thunder didn't stomp.  His snorting increased, his
hindquarters spreading, moving subtly from side to side.  Janice sucked in
another breath, held it until her eyes swam, then breathed and moved her
other hand up.  In a second, the woman had her fingers wrapped around that
big cock, had them moving up and down.  She was jacking off a horse!  She
was actually jacking him off, moving her fingers up and down, feeling the
hard throbbing prick-muscle jerk in her fingers.  It was crazy, insane, as
if she had been propelled into another world where morals were turned
upside down.  And yet . . . yet she couldn't stop herself.  Those
childhood memories, the presence of the animal here, the dog, everything
was getting oh so mixed up in her mind.  All she could think of was how
good it felt to be touching Thunder like this.  And the stallion certainly
didn't mind.  He was breathing heavily, dipping his head once more up and
down while his tail swished against her arms excitedly.  His prick was
getting good and stiff and hot now while her fingers felt the thick veins
pulsing against her flesh.
   She stopped.  Someone was outside!  Reality exploded into her world. 
With horror Janice reeled back, jerking her hands away and rubbing them
frantically against her body. Horrible!  Filthy!  How could she have even
thought of doing something like this, let alone actually touched the
stallion's big hot cock?
   She stumbled from the stall, her hands flailing out from her body for
balance.  Calm.  She had to become calm before running outside.
   People would notice the frantic expression on her face if she were to
leave the barn now.  Moving several feet away from the still-snorting
animal, Janice put one hand to her head and leaned against the outer barn
wall.
   "What've I done?  Oh Jesus, what've I done?" she moaned.
   Things were getting out of hand in her life.  Perhaps she should go see
a shrink.  Something was wrong, terribly wrong with her if she thought
about fucking with a horse.
   "Linda . . . have to see Linda," she said to herself, gathering up her
strength and walking into the cool evening air.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it


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